#like the way i love joe and their possibilities is extreme but fuck it all if paul didn't step it up

[blairwaldcrf]

not one hundred percent done so no spoilers but fuck they're going to have to kill off Paul for me to no longer want him to marry Georgia now, other ships be damned

[lovejosephquinn]

Imagine it’s like your third/fourth date with Joe and he decides to have the date at his so he can show off his mega cooking skills. Everything is so cute and fluffy and saccharine and then it’s the first time the two of you have sex. But it’s all adorable and sweet rather than the (wonderful) filth that you usually do!! I feel like I don’t see enough first time fics anymore :(

I GOT YOU. One fluffy fluffed up imagine just for you bestie 🥰

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There was something different about Joe, the absolute charmer of a man that you had never witnessed before in anybody else. It was something you couldn't quite pin point and if you had one guess it would be that you had never been treated quite like the queen that others had told you that you oh so truly deserved.

It hadn't took long for Joe to break down the walls in which you had held up as much as you could from previous relationships, but he had it all, not just the looks that were an extreme bonus and you felt like you could jump him every time you saw him but also the persona he only really kept for people that was worth it, the whit and the chaotically beautiful and quite frankly funny yet brutally sweet and caring nature of him had shined through by the time your second date had come around.

Basically, to put it bluntly, he was your definition of perfect and it was something you couldn't possibly refuse to let go.

It was proving an impossible task to not fall in love with this human so quickly. It was cringeworthy to admit, but he was the first thing you thought about in a morning and the very last thing you dreamt about at night, it was a puzzle piece in your heart that was missing and he somehow completed it by walking into your life at the time he did.

Not to say you didn't meet the way most courting adults do nowadays, through the wonders of dreaded hooking up dating apps. You had felt like a teenager with a massive crush staying up until 4am the first time that you ever exchanged messages, talking for hours in pointless conversation, sharing memories and exchanging pleasantries and the general chit chat to get to know one another. You just clicked. What seemed too good to be true turned into texting every single day, calling each other when you both had a spare minute, sharing the occasional face time just to be able to say hello at the closest face to face you could finally get a chance to meet; and then it happened.

Date one: a simplistic meal at an authentic Italian restaurant, suited and booted, a grand first impression of a gentleman if any. Your first kiss. Sensual, slow and heartfelt.

Date two: Driving out to a lake which was situated around the lovely grounds of a valley, you held hands pretty much all the way around, giggling, sharing ice cream, feeding the ducks with over priced bread and laughing at Joe nearly falling in the water when he leaned to actually hand feed the duckling, resulting in him almost looking like a drowned rat and being branded an accidental murderer forever.

Date three: Another meal at a fancy five star French restaurant in the heart of London, followed by drinks in bars that Joe insisted he needed to take you to as they did the best martini's you'd ever tasted. He wasn't wrong, you fucking hated martinis until that night, maybe it was just a placebo due to the fact he enjoyed them, so you made yourself like them too, you had to impress him to right? You'd made out in the taxi all the way back to your flat, Joe dropped you off not insinuating that he wanted to take it any further as it was clear you both didn't want to rush something that was going so well and risk it failing over sleeping together too quickly.

Date four was tonight. You had arranged a quieter more casual meet this evening. Joe had shown great determination in getting you to his home to cook for you, vowing to you over and over that he was a way better chef than those of the restaurants you had eaten at together on dates in the past. Even though it was less formal affair, you still made yourself look presentable, sporting an oversized jumper dress with a more relaxed approach to stick to wearing trainers, it wasn't like you would have them on long anyway. Minimal make up and a nice up do, packing your over night bag as you had the bright idea that you would stay over the night so that you didn't have to rush through the time you had together; you could take your time.

You packed pyjamas, why? Because you didn't know how comfortable you would be to sleep in your underwear next to a male who you weren't sure would want to see such a thing. He's a man, of course he fucking would; but you didn't want to come across eager.

It was about a 25 minute drive to where you needed to be, you were still nervous to see Joe after already seeing so much of each other in the last few weeks, it was still fresh to you but you knew as soon as you were together, the comfortability would kick in pretty much when you arrived and shared your first glances.

When you got to the front door, it opened before your fist had even touched the object. You stood there with it mid air, a small wolf whistle followed by the sweetest smile, his sweetest smile, teeth and all. Joe of course was dressed to the nines, shirt and trousers but as you looked down to check the full variety of what you had to stare it, you noticed the cute pink socks sticking out like a sore thumb underneath the foot of his trousers. You couldn't help but snigger a giggle.

"Real men wear pink." Were his first words.

"And you're looking sincerely sexy in those pink socks Joe." You both chortled out a bark of laughter as Joe gestured for you to come through before closing the door behind you.

Once you were no longer in view of the public, you were met by Joe's hand clutching around your waist, bringing you in to close the space between your bodies. You leaned upward to receive a content little peck on the lips, your hands placed on his chest to keep you steady as you brought your feet back down fully to ground level.

"You look beautiful, darling." Joe cooed.

"Oh stop it." You patted his chest as he hummed a chuckle.

"Thank you would be a better answer." He tilted his head to one side, unknowingly surprised with you reaching to share a more intimate kiss this time. As you pulled back, Joe sighed almost peacefully, the way you did when you had butterflies flipping around your stomach. The feeling was definitely most mutual.

"Okay you win, that was a perfect response." Joe took your hand once you had rested them back to your side and brought you into the kitchen/dining area where he pulled out your seat for you. You thanked him as you looked around to see how classy he had set out the cutlery, a small plate, a dinner plate and a wine glass. A jug of water in the middle of the table in case you needed it at any point throughout the meal.

"Smells divine in here." You gazed around the messy kitchen, the sign of a good hearty meal being cooked as well as it could be showed that he was pulling out all of the stops.

"I hope you're hungry, I made a little too much pasta." Joe pressed his lips into a thin line, furrowing his brow and shrugging his shoulders slightly at you.

"I meant you, the food smells good too."

"Oh stop it." Joe mimicked you, covering his hand over his mouth in a pathetic and quite frankly over dramatic attempt to pretend he was embarrassed over your compliment.

Joe poured the wine into your glass, insisting that you taste it to make sure it was the one that you had said you liked beforehand. Great memory. Perfect for the pasta dish that you were about to consume. The indeed heavenly smell of prawn tagliatelle with various vegetables was dished out in front of you. You ate everything, even went in for seconds, it was a good job you didn't eat much today and you had to all intents and purposes starved yourself so that you would be ravenous by the time you had your dinner date.

Was this man ever wrong in his assumptions? Nope. He was a sensational cook, his mum had clearly taught him a lot and he was well trained in the kitchen, perfect as you were up for a dinner date like this every night for the rest of your life if this was the quality of food you would receive.

To top it all off, he had also prepared dessert, an affogato served with home made pistachio ice cream, an eye rolling, taste bud tingling way to finish off your meal indeed. You had polished off the wine too quickly for your liking, the combination of wine heated your cheeks along with the warmth of the house and also being sat across from Joe probably didn't help the matter.

You had retired to the living room after helping him clean up. Joe had insisted that you were his guest and wouldn't lift a finger but after a playful and most valid argument between you, Joe accepted your point of it would get done faster if you did it together. Putting on a movie seemed like the best option to end a solid ten out of ten evening together, a romantic comedy that you had seen at least thirty times in your life. You downed the last of your wine in your glass and set it in front of you on the coffee table, snuggling into Joe's side, he caught the hint pretty quickly and lifted his arm to let you sink into him further. His hand stroked the bare skin of your shoulder where your jumper had faltered a little, sending goose bumps raging their way through your skin.

It wasn't long until the movie was forgotten about, a deeply passionate kiss provoked by Joe himself. He had smoothly managed to push his finger tip toward your jaw, putting enough pressure to make you look up toward him where his free hand came to cup your cheek, bringing you forward to softly connect your lips together. You lifted yourself up with the help of Joe to sit yourself directly on his lap, tongues now involved as begged at your bottom lip for entrance. The kiss became intense, your fingers ran through his untamed curls which were soft and a little frizzy from the humidity of cooking whilst your other hand was wrapped in the chains around his neck, pulling him to be as close to you as possible. The dimmed lighting added to the voluptuousness and your whole body was screaming with desire to be touched in anyway he would dare to.

The kiss broke intermittently as you both panted for just that little bit to regain the oxygen your lungs had lost in the last few minutes.

"Shall we go get a little more comfortable, love?" Joe offered, stroking his thumb over your cheek giving you a smile that could heal the world.

"I'd love to." Joe kept you in his grasp, lifting himself up off of the sofa and you instantly obliged to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you upstairs and into his bedroom, using his elbow to switch on the light before he slowly set you down on your back onto the foam mattress that you immediately thought was going to be a great nights sleep from the instant comfort you felt. Joe rested himself by the side of you, propped up on one elbow as his hand magnetised itself straight back to your cheek. He examined your features for a moment, staring through into your soul, your eyes following every muscle that worked in the doe eyes that sparkled towards you.

"Just to be clear you do want-" Joe whispered shyly, but before he could finish it was a response you didn't even have to think about.

"I do, I really do." He knew you were on the same page, his lips coming back to join yours in the most gratifying and pleasurable kiss. Electricity was shooting it's way down to your core, followed by anxiety that he may not like what he saw underneath your clothing.

You broke the kiss this time, pushing all doubts out of your mind as you sat up to remove your jumper dress, leaving yourself in your matching underwear, slowly looking up to witness his reaction.

It was very much worth it.

Joe's eyes had grown lustful, extremely excited to see you looking so vulnerable for him. Joe pushed his hands towards the back of your bra, stopping for a second to look at you for reassurance.

"May I?"

You giggled. "You may."

Joe touched you delicately like you were made of porcelain, not wanting to break you but at the same time really wanting to feel every ounce of you. He massaged your breasts in the palm of his hands, lightly pinching your nipples and gaining a whimper from the sensitivity that it caused.

"You like that, baby?" Baby. That was the first time he had called you that and you hoped it would not be the last.

A stifling yes was all you could manage, his touch riling you up good and proper as he laid you down back into an easier position to access so that his mouth could taste where his fingers had just influenced.

Soft moans were making the erection in Joe's trousers twitch as he worked his way down with unhurried yet deliberate little embracing kisses down your body. His hands following where his lips had just caressed until he was knelt down before you, placing your feet at the edge of the bed, reaching upward to slide your panties down and fully off. You were stark naked and his bush baby eyes had never shimmered brighter than they were, his jaw could of fell to the floor the way his mouth gaped open looking down at you.

"You're so fucking beautiful, I am so lucky." There was that sigh again, oh so delightful to observe.

Joe planted more kisses along your thighs before working his way towards your slit, guiding his hands to open it up so that he could start by licking a small stripe down to the base of you with the tip of his tongue. A louder moan escaped you this time.

"Relax darling, I want to make you feel so good."

When he got into a more focussed position, his hands reached for yours, intertwining your fingers together as you both gave a little reassuring squeeze to let each other know it was okay. His muscle massaged against your clit, making the muscles in your legs twinge each time he slipped it over a particular spot. He pressed succulent kisses against you with each taste, humming and breathing in the scent of you.

"That feels so good." You mewled.

"Mmm." Joe answered, he was in too deep for a truly more accurate reply.

His movements got a little faster and heavier against your bud, your body squirming around the sheets, your fingers pressing harder into his knuckles before he let one of your hands go, your instant reaction was to massage your boob and play with yourself a little. Joe surprised you by pushing a finger inside of you, the cold metal of his ring touching your entrance when the entirety of his digit made it's way up. He added another shortly, curling them upwards but keeping the pace gently measured to really make you feel even better than you could have ever imagined.

It all ended too quickly as Joe pushed himself away from you, ridding the contact from his fingers and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth to dry himself off.

"Why did you stop?"

"I can't take it anymore, I need to feel myself inside of you, you feel too good like this, god knows how you'll feel like that." Joe undressed himself and you watched his defined figure unravel before you, gawking from his neck down, not too toned but just right. His cock stood to attention, leaking pre-cum from being so heavily turned on from his time during his little cunninglingus fun. You were impressed with everything he had to offer, why wouldn't you be impressed with the sheer just above average size he was packing.

"You are perfect Quinn." You bit down onto your bottom lip, hypnotising him immediately with the way your eyes clung to his.

"No baby, that's you." BABY. BABY. B A B Y.

Joe lined himself up over you, not letting you move from your previous state, silently insisting that you relax whilst he continued to make you both feel incredible. He rubbed his cock between your slit, gaining some of his own spit and your slick to lube him up for easier access.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm sure, baby." It was your turn to mock him whimsically but he seemed to drink it in as you did, the pet name in particular. Joe pushed himself inside of you slowly, inch by inch filling you, your walls instantaneously clenching around him sending a ferocious groan straight from Joe's mouth.

"Just as I thought." He said.

You giggled a little too suddenly. "What?"

"Heavenly."

Joe began to rock his hips back and fourth into you, the girth alone sent your back arching as he leant down, the muscles in his arms flexing to keep him hovering above you, his chains dangling around your chin as he thrusted back and fourth. Sharp breathes and the heat of passion were strong between the two of you, a rush of new found energy had you both singing each other's names like a prayer. The movements were sloppy yet so eager, fiery yet heartfelt. You looked into each others eyes with promise and sensibility. If you weren't mistaken, the look of love. Too lost in your thoughts, you were brought back down to the present to see Joe's lips moving, your hearing came back into play once you had stopped being so caught in your brain.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Never better."

"Did you hear what I said?" Joe pushed into you a little harder this time making you gasp.

"Evidently not." You breathed out a distorted moan followed by a chuckle.

"Be mine." Joe repeated himself hoping that you heard him loud and clear this time.

"I already am." You smiled as soon as he did, his lips crashed against yours, your heavily beautiful kiss moving in time with that of his hips, stopping sporadically to take a breath or to get out the breathless whimpers you needed to let escape.

The knot snapped inside your stomach when he hit one final thrust, sending you both over the edge together. Your bodies tingling from head to toe, the sensation you wished would last a lifetime and more from the stimulation and pure feeling you were eating up at this very moment.

"That was-" Joe was left stuttering so much that he had to pause.

"Amazing?" You finished.

"Exactly." Joe leaned down to kiss you one last time before pulling out, your orgasms rid to their full potential, it had made it all the more zealous to have reached your peaks together.

You ran to the bathroom to flush out what you needed to, cleaning yourselves up before returning to Joe's bed, the pyjamas long forgotten about that you had packed, a comforting thought that you now would be able to sleep skin to skin, happy and tranquil. Joe rushed downstairs to turn the tv off, not long after returning and making a huge leap towards the bed to which you jumped out of your skin when you realised he was almost about to crush you the same way he could have done the duckling on your second date.

It was all laughter and mind numbing chatter for the rest of the night, you laid in Joe's arms, your ear just resting above his heart which beat steady and relaxed.

"You meant it?" Joe mentioned and you looked up at him dazed and confused in your exhausted state.

"Meant what?" You asked.

"That you were mine." Joe looked deeply into your eyes, looking for the answers before you spoke them.

"Always."

"Perfect." Joe planted a kiss onto your forehead, his fingers making light work stroking up and down the top of your back.

"That's you." You nestled your face into his chest.

"Sweet dreams then, my darling girl."

You laid in the same position until the sun rose and the light dimmed it's way through the corners of Joe's curtains. A new day had never felt so good, especially beginning it in the arms of your man. Perfect.

[eyedoeluhn]

Surprise, I think Brocktons celestial forge is handling characters badly. I don’t think the current “main pairing” (used loosely as possible since it’s one date) for our main character, Joe, is good. At all.

Crystal/Joe is at best extremely bland and basically nonexistent in the ideal platonic form of BCF that exists in a plane of perfect forms. In the real world I think it’s pretty creepy and Joe is also a massive piece of shit.

For context, to those uninitiated to BCF Joe is an ‘oc’ based off of a canonical character who is mentioned in one line and never named or expanded on. Specifically he is the man who attended college with Parian and contributed to her trigger by pressuring her to date him. That is a can of worms for another post because my god is this a terrible decision and Parian is handled fucking horribly. But LordRoustAbout has taken it on himself to expand with details on this event.

there’s an attempt to make Joe sympathetic, his perusal of Parian was fueled partially by a total social ineptitude and the spurring of his classmates, and he also found the entire situation harmful and ended up dropping out partially related to this and it tied into his own trigger event. Which….alright, whatever. But this did leave Joe with an aversion to romance and also apparently an incurable inability to understand it beyond bare minimums despite eight million powers related to it. This came up several times as online shipping is a major concern for Lord and thus Joe, but he didn’t have a love interest until Crystal.

The dissolution of New Wave is a major part of BCF. Frequently we have paused to see their points of view on how much of a big deal this is. In short, Joe, in a move at the time was unilaterally acknowledged as really fucking stupid but then he now pretends wasn’t his fault, confronts Panacea after arming the Undersiders for the bank job which went significantly worse for the Wards. He acknowledges he’s the person who did this, then goes on a long rant about what his ‘fanon shard’ has told him and trigger theory, basically bringing up Panacea’s actual father but more importantly the fact that there’s been infidelity within New Wave. This entire conversation is recorded and gets back to them. This is consequentially a huge fucking deal and is also timed just right to fuck over a lot of New Wave’s operations just in time for shit to get serious. So the city is fucking falling apart and basically looks like the Leviathan decided to pop in early with eight million effects, and Crystals entire family (yes including Lightstar, it was bad enough that he moved all the way back just to try and mediate the situation)is actively also falling apart, and these are both directly Joe’s fault. Now, you say, well to be nice to Joe it’s not his fault that Brandish and Manpower fucked or anything. Which is true, he didn’tcause the rift, but he is the one who voluntarily instigated the situation it for literally no reason for what became the worst possible moment, and is now not telling Crystal this.

Joe has met Crystal around three times, once in college, once at an event where she asks him out because he’s so hot and once on a date. The amount of stress Crystal is under as both her family life and her life in Brockton literally falls apart at the seams is pretty blatantly clear. Joe just does not fucking care. He does not find it that weird that he’s lying to this woman to date her about not knowing intimate details about her life or interfering with it. She has absolutely no idea Joe is the fucking maniac terrorizing her city or is the guy who got her cousin locked up for this entire time and destroyed her position as a cape either. She is completely oblivious, which I find extremely fucking weird.

Also this is WORM. Crystal is like, eighteen, nineteen or something like that. The most generous possible aging of Joe is in his early twenties. I think literally every part of this relationship gives me the creeps. I want Joe to stay far away from her.

Oh, and the date chapter produced what for me personally is in the running for one of the worst moments in all of BCF.

What. The. Fuck.

Joe. What the FUCK is wrong with you?

the entire city is a fucking warzone because of him. Until like, five minutes ago, there was active lava flow, giant streaks of frozen land, FUCKING GLASS SHARD CLOUDS. Half the city is under a field that blocks all electrical devices from fucking working, there’s giant craters and the Protectorate, New Wave, PRT, police department, hospitals, and firefighters were all targeted during the attacks so they’re operating at half fucking capacity with a million other problems that are half because Joe didn’t want to use more than one robot (DESPITE SHOWING HE COULD INSTANTLY FABRICATE MORE HIS FIRST OUTING) and half things he could fix instantly but chooses to not, and one hundred percent things directly attributed to him.

So, Brook here is telling Joe about the fact that she is fucking volunteering with multiple groups to raise funds and help the community in this absolute fucking mess that he caused, a completely normal COLLEGE STUDENT (Joe is a fucking dropout) with NO POWERS who is doing MORE THAN JOE EVER HAS to help these people

and his first instinct is to snark that obviously her major is easy.

Joe.

YOU DROPPED OUT. You lazy, malicious piece of shit are going to sit here and give this woman shit for cleaning up your mess. You aren’t fucking funny. You’re evil, frankly, and this entire date pains me to read. This isn’t funny. This isn’t endearing. I don’t feel happy that Joe is being ooh relatable he’s getting snippy. I feel frustrated that he’s avoided any meaningful effort to anything positive and then regards this random person who’s been perfectly nice to him and is frankly an incredible human being with derision.

fuck you joe. Jesus Christ.

[cementcornfield]

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this is so long im sorry but i cant stop watching ts:

what’s so crazy to me is he stopped for joe!!! he was deadset on running straight to the stands for his dad barely pausing for a celly hand smack with yoshi but stopped!!! because hurricane bunny joe literally slammed his entire torso to his head!!!! and helmet bonked and everything!!!!!! ofc he had to yell something like lets fucking go joe or smtg to his qb who threw him the ball like!!!

in my head:

joe slams his helmet to jamarr like he’s aiming to mold their entire beings together. if they werent wearing helmets hed straight up smack a kiss even platonically. he’s yelling mouth wide open i don’t even think he’s saying words 😭 after jamarr hands the ball to his dad joes waiting in the sidelines for a calmer pinky shake and some actual words i am actually crying a bit at this

chase b and yoshi seeing jamarrs attention completely taken by an out-of-his-mind joe they promptly turn a 180 and leaving them to it 😭

god joe SLAMMED that shit (his own head) to jamarrs head // bunny hopping whenever his wr/rb/te make an insane play i love them your honor

the way joe jumps up one last time after landing the first time lorddd. the way jamarr stutters into a stop when he notices joe zooming at him and leaping up too in response but he's a beat late because joes already up in the air slamming his chest to his head so hard he's turned around and they're just staring a at each other in exhilaration before joe stalks forward to slam his helmet to jamarrs my godd you two

something so intimate about pressing your helmets together……inches between them with metal bars the only thing keeping your faces being pressed against one another…….you look forward and you see his eyes completely……….you breathe in and you smell him you breathe out and you’re pushing air to his face…….he yells out your name and its bass boosted in the space between you both and the press of the padding against your ears………youre walking in time with him in one direction but your eyes stay rooted to his and your helmet is still pressed against his………sports man sports………..

sorry thank you bye 😭

anon. anon. holy shit this is so fucking amazing oh my god. like you NAILED the entire description and all the feelings associated with it wow wow wow!!!

i didn't even think about the fact that he's running to the stands to get the ball to his dad as quick as possible but then he sees joe running FULL FORCE at him so he has to (very happily) deal with that situation! yoshi and chase noticing at the same time and deciding they are NOT going to try to get involved lmaoo

"god joe SLAMMED that shit (his own head)" is killing me hahahahaha. and i mean he really really did!!! just completely overcome with emotion and feeling/expressing everything physically because it's all just instinct taking over! truly the extreme of they don't need words! like they both understand each other perfectly here (even if they didn't quite sync up the jumps lmao)

and the beat they take where they're just staring at each other in exhilaration and joe's like, i'm not quite done, let me slam this shit "like he’s aiming to mold their entire beings together"oh my god anon you worded that SO perfectly 😭😭

and ja'marr was just giddy with everything. with the TD with the incredible play and 3 (three!!) broken tackles. i hope you see the slow mo i just posted of ja'marr's giant grin and his eyes closed just flinging himself into joe. the trust the joy the intimacy!!! they drive me CRAZY!!!!

[terrence-silver]

Would Terry do interracial relationships?

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I mean, we see some (implied?) relationships of his, and both are interracial.

If we take into account that he had his holiday dalliances with Mamona and her girlfriend in Tahiti and judging by his sleazy, smarmy, self-content 'I knoooow' over the phone to John after being asked how he knows about the girls in question, it is safe to say he knows them in the Biblical sense (right before sending John their merry way too, so his mood could get, erhm, lifted), and well, Cheyenne Hamidi isn't white either by any account (A woman of Middle Eastern descent from Britain?) so there we have it. He would. He does. He did. How many times and with exactly individuals of what descent, we don't know, but he definitely would. Not the way he was raised, admittedly, I don't think. He was born somewhere around the midcentury and his folks --- possibly somewhere before WWII, so go figure. I feel his family was extremely strict on the matter and that while he was growing up, he had a total two options to date, and it was either a good Jewish girl from a wealthy family, or an All-American Wasp from a wealthy family (emphasis on the wealthy family part) that he can climb the social ladder through. Basically, we don't know what papa Silver Sr. was like for certain and we can only speculate, but I somehow don't think he was very tolerant minded and it is only when Terry came into his own and had all that power, money and influence to himself, post-war, did he, I think, start fucking whoever he so pleased, because who's gonna tell him 'no'?

Then again, Terry is simultaneously bigoted. We know that much.

Especially towards Asians, specifically the Japanese.

Not towards Koreans, who he sees as his allies. American allies.

Just because he would or has dated interracially in the past doesn't mean Terry Silver is this model of egalitarian acceptance (although he might pretend it, especially in his later years), it just means that the sees no obstacles to what he wants or who he wants, because he'll have whoever, whenever for whatever reason and I am convinced he has been with people of all ethnicities, creeds, nationalities and races throughout his life simply because he's Terry Silver and he can and he has been on the path of trying everything the way one's out to try not unlike trying and collecting all the fine vintages in the world and yes, that sounds disrespectful and objectifying, possibly because it i, while in equal measure, if he loved someone of a different race rather than it being merely an affair or an adventure, his bias, hypocrisy and double standards might immediately kick in and while he sees everyone else as fair game for his bigotry his beloved is automatically off limits to the degree he'd be willing to put someone through world of pain for the exact same worldviews he has towards others because that's his beloved and everyone else is simply...everyone else. They don't count the way beloved does. Man has been prejudiced towards the Japanese probably all of his life, but the minute there was a potential 'Sensei Joe' could become his friend and business partner, he's went from the 'Other' box to the 'My ally' box.

Terry's an absolutist with a clan mentality.

He's not color blind. Far from. It is just that you're either with him or not with him, regardless of who and what you are and that's about the jist of it.

[walks-the-ages]

the "vote blue no matter who" crowd really needs to start actually looking at articles and new pieces in real time before they start clubbing people over the head with guilt trips about

"don't vote green party, you can vote green party another year, we all need to get together and vote for Biden"

I don't know how to tell you this, Blue Maga, but Biden has a snowball's chance in hell of winning this election.

He is loathed by 70% of the country for his genocide, and the other 30% loves Trump.

Biden is losing almost every single poll that comes out, and the one's he's winning are usually by just a single percentage point.

Democrats high up the food chain and in his own office are pleading with him to step down and let someone else run for President.

And he refuses to step down.

This man is gleefully committing genocide, circumventing the law to avoid telling the public and congress exactly how many billions in weapons he's sending to Israel to continue the genocide, and is deliberately spreading disinformation that his own aids have to debunk as soon as he speaks.

This man is not going to win the election, and you're not going to convince anyone who's voting Third Party (such as for Jill Stein) to vote for a genocidal fucking racist piece of shit by exclaiming "but what about white queer and women's rights in america?" As though they haven't reached the state they have under Biden's direct reign as President when he can use an executive order any time he wants to enshrine those rights.

But if he did that now, he wouldn't be able to hold your loyalties hostage for the upcoming election, now would he?

2024 is not the election to "just vote blue".

2024 is the election where you tell these genocidal fuckwads they're never going to get another vote in their life until they stop committing genocide and step down so someone who actually cares about humanity can take the reigns.

Anyways, if you're unsure what you can do this election year, please take a moment to read Jill Stein's platform, and be prepared to have your socks blown off. Because yeah, it is in fact possible for politicians to actually stand for the things the people they're supposed to represent want, and that doesn't happen when the people representing you only have to hold your liberties hostage to get your vote, like the Democrats.

"Joe Biden is the most progressive President we've had in American History [if you only care about white americans and ignore the funding of militarized police and extreme police brutality and the goddamn fucking genocide he is committing with our tax dollars]"

Foreign Policy & Demilitarization

The bipartisan endless war machine enriches military contractors, lobbyists, and politicians, while it fuels devastation around the world and impoverishes our own people. The Pentagon budget consumes over half of the discretionary federal budget, and real US military spending is over $1 trillion dollars per year. The military-industrial complex, aided by its accomplices in both war parties, media, intelligence agencies, and beyond, has become a global empire that is profoundly destructive around the world and here at home. Everyone has a human right to live in peace and dignity, free from violence and oppression. We must end the endless wars and create a new foreign policy based on diplomacy, international law, and human rights to lead the way to a new era of peace and cooperation.

A Jill Stein administration will:

Establish a foreign policy based on diplomacy, international law, and human rights

End existing wars, military actions, proxy wars and secret wars

Cut military spending by 50-75% and ensure a just transition that replaces military jobs with Green New Deal jobs

Invest the peace dividend in a Global Green New Deal to prevent climate collapse, and build toward universal access to basic human needs for food, clean water and sanitation, education, and health care for every human being on Earth

Close the vast majority of the 700+ foreign US military bases

Stop U.S. support and arms sales to human rights abusers

Lead on global nuclear disarmament

End unilateral economic sanctions that primarily harm civilian populations

Remove war powers from the president and restore Congress’ sole power to declare war

Disband NATO and replace it with a modern, inclusive security framework that respects the security interests of all nations and people

Demand an immediate ceasefire in Israel and Palestine, an end to the blockade of Gaza, immediate humanitarian and medical relief, and release of hostages and political prisoners

Immediately end all military aid to Israel and adopt sanctions until Israel complies with international law to put an end to decades of violence, illegal occupation, displacement, dispossession, apartheid, and ethnic cleansing

End the longstanding US practice of vetoing UN Security Council resolutions to hold Israel accountable to international law

Move to end the UN Security Council to ensure the UN is a true democratic body

Remove U.S. troops from Iraq and Syria

Stop fueling the war between Russia and Ukraine and lead on negotiating a peaceful end

End the embargo of Cuba and normalize relations

End sanctions on Cuba, Nicaragua and Venezuela that amount to collective punishment of civilian populations

End US interventionist policies that drive people to become migrant refugees

End the failed drug wars and stop regime change attempts against foreign governments

Ban the use of killer drones, robots, and artificial intelligence

Close the Guantanamo Bay detention camp

Ensure family-supporting wages and benefits for military service members

Fully fund veterans’ programs and benefits, including healthcare, mental health, housing, and job training, for a transition to civilian life

Protect the rights of service members, including conscientious objectors

“A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.” -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

[w0w0zella]

um hello!!! im gonna be making a. bugbo murderstuck au Masterpost of sorts! I guess! ill format it like a q&a but im making up some of these questions myself. So lets get into it :3

this is a really long post! b careful :3

"what is murderstuck?" murderstuck is a Bugbo AU that made/am making (complicated wip status lol)! its a story that takes place a month and a bit after the events of familiar foe. Very long story short, gerbo ends up getting killed (on accident), joe then kills bugbo (On purpose) and joe seeks out thomas flyswatter for help. i have a post here that goes more into the story if you'd like to see it! vvv https://www.tumblr.com/w0w0zella/728157783124574208/ill-post-these-together-awawy-from-the-rest-of-the?source=share 

currently it is a well defined plot line that i and a couple other people have made art for,, and a work in progress fanfiction!

"why is it called "murderstuck"?"

murderstuck is actually (Believe it or not lol) a Homestuck thing! murderstuck is a specific part in act 5 act 2 of homestuck where one character kills someone and then someone else kills THEM, so i was like  Fuck yeah that makes total sense for this au. In all honesty, i just called it that cuz i needed a name to jump back to in discord for easy finding and it. Stuck i guess GIGGLES lol.

i am currently.  Semi looking for new name suggestions! so if anyone has any ideas !!!   Tell me !! Please !! I have No idea!! ((by the way, because murderstuck is already technically a thing, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by all the homestuck art :3

(question by geluga on discord) "where did joe get his cleaver ? is it the same way he just happened to have an axe in episode 2 or is it from something else?"

yeah no i didnt really think out him having a meat cleaver lol. lets say thaat. umm. He got it becuase he was preparing bugbo a Yummy Meal (Steak is his Favourite or some  shit idk) !!!

i do NOT rmember why i gave him a meat cleaver aswell. If you want a Good answer, the reason i gave him a meat cleaver and not his Trusty Axe is because his axe would have been far too dull and bulky to slit bugbos throat. if you want the TRUE answer Its because i forgot he had an axe at all and thought the meat cleaver would look cool

(question by onyx on discord) "did gj feel bad after The thing or did he feel like totally justified"

AMAZING QUESTION !!!! Gradient Joe feels EXTREME remorse. of course when he looks back on it he knows why he did it, but if we're being completely honest; bugbo was immobilized. he did not need to kill bugbo. if he had killed him while bugbo was choking him, that would be a different story. but he killed him while he was backed up into a tree, immobilized and begging for his life.

he feels extremely bad ! Very extremely bad!

(question from ANON in my ASK BOX) "DUDE I LOVE YOUR AU SM RAUGHHHHH also question uhh where is hoppo in the au? we havent really heard about her"

So. During the events of this au. she is. away. like she usually is. Dont really know where! Shopping at grocery market. back at war. lost at sea. you decide. (More info on hoppo in the next question

(question by kets on discord) "uuhhmmmm what is the absolute WORST ending this au could have realistically?????????? like if it didn't end whene thomas was ocmforting joe idk :3333333"

OKAY i coudl see this one of a couple ways. First way is, bugbo wins. bugbo succeeds in choking joe to death, And now he is alone (til hoppo gets back) i said this one first cuz its probably not the worst possible thing, but i think it would be pretty terrible!

second worst would be if Joe waited for hoppo to come back instead of going to thomas for help. In my humble opinion, i think that hoppo is very stubborn and VERY loyal. so. (to me at least) it stands to reason that if hoppo came back, she would side with bugbo VERY hard. she would probably fucking hate joes guts, and that would be the worst  thing for him after everything he already went through. Maybe they would Fight too idk…

Very first worst would be if joe just straight up killed himself after killing bugbo. I could see this as a thing he contemplated, but if he actually went through with it?  Oh my god Fucking imagine. all of there corpses there for hoppo to find when she comes back. Thomas rotting away in his lair without anyone to talk to (and without knowledge of bugbos death) for years? Devastating.

other notable endings include Joe OR bugbo Killing themselves directly after gerbos death, hoppo ending up killing joe out of anger when she comes back, Or (In a silly alternate universe that We made on Disc Ord…) bugbo comes BACK to life and DRAGS himself to go kill joe HIMSELF!!!!!!

(question by DEMO on DISCORD) "is gradient joe book smart or money smart" i am going to kill myself and its your fault i think. never speak to me again (Joke)

NOTABLE INFORMATION:

as stated before, you need to tag murderstuck posts with #bugbo murderstuck or #bugbo murderstuck au or else it will be drowned out by Homestuck stuff !! i want to see all of your art and things!! Thank you!!

you are ONE HUNDRED PERCENT WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED to make stuff surrounding this au! Please Please Show It To Me!!!

if you are drawing During Fight or. During Murdering bugbo or joe, here are some things to note! - bugbo attempts to choke joe to death during a part in the fight, and he almost succeds! This causes Permanent scarring on gradient joes neck, and scratch marks all over bugbos arms from joe clawing at them!!!

- joe ends the fight with his shirt partially open and his tie missing!

- joe breaks bugbos right leg! there is a noticable gash on his inner right knee!

- joe kills bugbo by slitting his throat with a meat cleaver!- after joe is done, he drags bugbos body over to where gerbo died! (he was crushed by the fallen Stone Structure!)

thank you all so much for the love and support with this au It means so much to me. thank you from the botom of my hart.  IF YOU HAVE ANY COOL IDEAS, MORE QUESTIONS, OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA SHOW/TELL ME, MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!!

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #61: The Old Guard, but make it Stargate

One of the very few things I dislike about the 2020 TOG movie is how little forethought the escape from Merrick's headquarters appears to show. We see dozens of samples taken... and as far as I can tell, all those samples and the doctor who took them survived the firefight. And if her results were being pushed to the cloud? That's one big problem left unresolved. Not to mention a firefight in the middle of London's business district - inside a business that does dealings with the US military at that - is bound to be thoroughly investigated regardless of the strings Copley pulls to cover it up.

All of which came together in my head to ask: What if, six months post-Merrick, The Old Guard gets picked up by Stargate Command?

Just imagine it:

One of the things I love best the Stargate universe is that it takes place so very definitively in the 90s. It's settled in its time period, not some hopeful, impossible future. But for that sake of this AU let's push everything forward 20 years make it so the events of SG1 S4's "The Curse" happen in the same week as the escape from Merrick.

From the outside looking in, there's a lot about the Old Guards' flavor of immortality that looks like having a goa'uld symbiote. This means when the SGC goes looking for other possible goa'uld on Earth after Osiris' escape, they think they find five in the shape of the immortals, with Nile possibly being the latest host for the symbiote that Quỳnh once carried.

The more the SGC looks, however, the less clear it becomes. Daniel is able to recreate most of Copley's research and then some, stretching as far back as written records will allow. Their next thought is tok'ra, but those haven't been around long enough to account for Andy. Maybe she's the queen of a similar group that's been stuck on Earth for a long time and the others are her surviving offspring? There are records of a god matching her description on the Western Steppes in ages past...

With that assumption in mind, six months post-Merrick SG-1 is sent to make contact with the guard, hoping to gain more allies against Apophis.

The meeting itself is both extremely tense and a comedy of errors. Both groups are on completely different pages as to why they're meeting and what's at stake, and it very nearly ends in a firefight before Daniel goes into an impassioned speech (at gunpoint) as to why the guard should help humanity fight the goa'uld... to which Andy goes what the fuck are you talking about?

Once every gets on the same page and assurances are made that there will be no human experimentation whatsoever, the guard end up joining the SGC as independent contractors. Officially they are SG-21, assigned to search and rescue/covert ops, but mostly they continue to fight for what we think is right, just on a galactic scale. They nominally check in every few weeks, but are largely left to their own devices. This makes the rare occasions any of them are in the Mountain memorable.

A selection of those memorable visits include: 1) Daniel being hogtied, left in a closet, and not found for 15 hours after asking Andy one too many questions about ancient cultures; 2) Sam stumbling upon Joe and Nicky having a deep conversation in a patois of languages in the middle of the cafeteria about how much the Earth and their place in it has changed in their lifetimes, from Jerusalem being the center of ancient world maps to an ever expanding galaxy inhabited by people just like them. It should take vaguely the same tone as Sagan's Cosmos before being completely derailed by one of them asking so, do you think endlessly asphyxiating in the vacuum of space is better or worse than endlessly drowning at the bottom of the ocean? This too should be discussed at macabre length, possibly going into their personal ten worst ways to die lists - but in mostly English, throughly disturbing their fellow diners; and 3) Nile encountering someone she once knew in the Marines for the first time during the events of "Heroes" and having to do the say, I can get killed but don't stay dead speech for the first time herself after dying midway through the mission and coming back to save the day.

Once again, that's all I really have - just lots of scenes of the characters of both fandoms interacting but very little change to the plot lines of either.

Bonuses include: 1) The guard initially being offered commissions in the US Marines for their work at the SGC. These are turned down for a variety of reasons, the last one jokingly being that Joe and Nicky have never gone longer than a week without saying something unbearably romantic to each other and it'll save them the trouble of having to immediately cashier them both out. Extra bonus points if this leads Nicky on overwatch to send a warning shot past the speaker's ear before anyone can bring up the DADT repeal. 2) Booker having been grounded rather than exiled. This should be paired with Nile occasionally slipping into an exasperated yes, Mom whenever Joe and Nicky get overprotective, leading to much confusion as to the guards' family dynamics when they first join the SGC. Some Marines convinced for years that the immortals are, in fact, like the tok'ra and that one of the men is the host for their queen; and 3) The base quartermaster having absolutely no fear of any of them and publicly chewing them out on multiple occasions for the sheer amount of clothes they go through.

Honestly, I have tons of little scenes of this crossover in my head and no coherent storyline to it all, so it may end up as a drabble collection if the bunny stays around long enough. Otherwise, feel free to adopt this bun. As always, link back if you do anything with it.

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[katzkinder]

I have never done this before, swore to myself I never would, but I feel obligated after my initial encounter with tumblr user @nurul-cerise led to a friendship based on lies and culminated in the most painful discovery I could have made, and I want to spare others the kind of hurt that comes with learning someone you thought was your friend is actually a violent queerphobe who wants you and all your friends dead, and only played pretend because she liked the things you wrote and drew, and then has the fucking NERVE to claim that your and others anger is only because you're """islamophobic"""

I apologize for the length, but I will not be putting this under readmore because I believe it is that important.

Cerise is a part of a lot of fandoms with strong LGBTQ presence, and it doesn't sit right with me to ignore that, especially given how american cartoon fandoms like ROTMNT and Ben 10 have a much more saturated number of young and vulnerable viewers.

This is her Instagram account, and her tumblr URL is listed above.

On this account she has made reels featuring videos from Jordan Peterson, a well known anti trans activist who has called being trans a "contagion" and made multiple appearances on the podcast of Joe Rogan, another well known extreme conservative who holds about every bigoted feeling towards a minority you could think of. The third video from him she shared is especially telling because she isn't even american. The only reason she has to share it is to be hateful and cruel.

She also shared this video of Ben Shapiro mocking trans identities in the classic style of “if you identify as x i can identify as y”. In this case, it’s claiming he should be allowed to identify as 60 years old.

This is proof of her supporting and being friends with other homophobes, with the first screenshot including OP being blatantly proud of their hatred. Be warned, the third screenshot is very upsetting.

This last set of screenshots is mostly from her tumblr. She claims to be a "peaceful" non-supporter. We all know that isn't possible, as no such thing exists. You are either helping to protect us or you are helping to murder us.

And even IF that were a possible stance to take, the above reels on instagram, along with this video she shared of a woman burning a rainbow flag, prove that she is lying through her damn, hateful, hypocritical teeth.

When I personally confronted her after a friend found some concerning things on her instagram and shared them with me, initially I only spoke to a few others in a discord server for a very tiny fandom, Servamp, about it, and warned them to stay away for their own safety. I regret not bringing that to tumblr immediately now, because not only did it not prevent people harassing her like I had hoped to (I'm soft, sue me), she has since that incident gotten even more bold in her disgusting behavior. Completely mask off in how much she hates those of us who literally make every single bit of content for these fandoms she claims to "love" so much.

Block her, don't talk to her, get rid of her. Don't tolerate this kind of person in our safe spaces. I don't want all of you to be hurt the way I and others were.

[onlytenstarsinthesky]

ok so i just finished heartstopper s2 and I AM CRYING AND I DONT KNOW IF IM HAPPY OR SAD AND I THINK IM SO FUCKING HAPPY. i need to talk abt every single part of this so if you don’t want spoilers don’t click for more (and if you haven’t seen it yet GO WATCH NOW U WILL NOT REGRET)

ok first of all TAOELLE what the fuck i LOVE them so much and tao learning more abt himself and digging deep into his own life. and can we not forget abt how much of a STUPID he was when he asks elle out like we love you tao (and i mean stupid in the kindest possible way, tao means so much to me as a character)

and ELLE oh my god. first of all she’s so fucking talented like of course she was gonna get into lambert there was no question. and NAOMI AND FELIX ugh they are just the best

and then nick and charlie!!!!!!!!!!! they were the best this season, and joe and kit have also matured so much as actors, i can see it! i DIED at the end of the ep where charlie sees the hickey i was literally rolling on the floor laughing and then nicks reaction the next episode was priceless. and nick being SUCH a a good boyfriend i love him so much. he is the best

and the series portrays everything about mental health so well and sensitively and also without beating around the bush, alice oseman and euros lyn and everyone are absolute rockstars

and now i need to talk about isaac—alice was not kidding when they said they had big asexual plans for isaac. it meant so much to see that on a screen, i’ve never seen asexuality portrayed in a show like this. and isaac learning abt it from that artist and then getting the book from the library tobie really did such a fucking great job

and new characters!!! SAHAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love her so much she really is a beautiful human

and the SONGS. colors of you got screen time this season!! and we can be anything!!!! and the pretty girl lie!!!!!!!!!! if you can’t tell i fucking love baby queen!! and then at the end there was seven by taylor swift!! i cried when i heard it and there was no going back from that, it’s literally my fav song!! and it fit tara and darcy so well for the end

OH and i almost forgot NATHAN AND YOUSSEF. MR AJAYI AND MR FAROUK. i was looking forward to their story SO MUCH leading up to the release date and i was NOT FUCKING DISAPPOINTED. they fucking delivered man. they are the SWEETEST I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

i think that’s it for now but i will be back for more talking abt heartstopper i cannot get enough of it. def a rewatch or 34

also i am not proofreading this extremely long midnight rant so have fun with the inevitable typos :)

[arwainian]

Reading This Week 2024 #34

Hello! a professor I worked with last semester on his fantasy genre class asked for a recommendation for a queer book recommendation because apparently he admires my knowledge of contemporary fantasy publishing. I gave him a novella that seemed like it's fit the themes he was looking at (Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh), and took the compliment instead of telling him that there are so many queer fantasy books my beloved tumblr mutuals are obsessed with but I haven't gotten to yet

Finished:

Invisible Kingdom, Vol. 1: Walking the Path and Vol. 2: Edge of Everything written by G. Willow WIlson, art by Christian Ward this was pitched to me as cool scifi with lesbian leads, but to be perfectly honest i am not getting the chemistry between them at all..... the first volume was cool but the second felt like a major let down. I'm interested to see where the final volume goes tho so I'll still give it a shot

Bloom Into You, Vol. 2-3 by Nakatani Nio, translated by Jenny McKeon on the other hand, the girls in lesbians in this manga are coming for my fucking throat. they are kind and caring but the Teenage Desire in this is strong and extremely messy (what is love? what does it mean to fall in love? what if you fall for each other at different speeds? is what you're doing with her right if you dont think you feel the same way?) reading it is like poking me in a bruise fucking WHAT

The Sprite and the Gardener by Rii Abrego and Joe Whitt gorgeous art, bland story

Are You Listening? by Tillie Walden inter-generational lesbian friendship roadtrip in rural texas. the way the world gets progressively stranger is very well done. this is a comparison i haven't seen made yet, but maybe check it out if you like Alice Isn't Dead?

long day by kathkin on ao3

Maigret Bides His Time by Georges Simenon, translated by Alastair Hamilton just a short old mystery novel. fun time but in an outdated style

The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch, narrated by Michael Page Locke Lamora is... as you might say a Character Type that works for me very very often, to the point that I gender flipped it for a dnd character of mine. This was a great book with basically no misplaced or extraneous world building elements: it feels rich and lived in but everything snaps together perfectly. The book could maybe use more women, which maybe feels a bit greedy since there are a number of named interesting women characters, but none of them are leads and so those side characters just made me crave more. I just am also extremely OC-pilled and was kicking my feet imagining my girl Letha running around Camorr causing trouble.

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Vol. 1 written by Kanehito Yamada, art by Tsukara Abe, translated by Misa "Japanese Ammo" fun and sweet, pretty straight forward in what it's doing so far

Female Husbands: A Trans History by Jen Manion, narrated by Kate Harper a thorough history of many assigned-female-at-birth people in the UK and the US who passed as men, often legally marrying women for desire or for gender passing reasons (though not all of the people discussed in this book did so). leaves open both lesbian/same-sex desire and transmasculine interpretations, while also being as specific as possible to the lives, circumstances, and testimonies of its subjects (including the ways we know about them, and that very few of them after being discovered as "women" were allowed to continue in male dress)

Sensor by Junji Ito, translated by Jocelyne Allen hm. well, interested to hear the Shelved by Genre opinion on this.

Started/Ongoing:

The River of Silver: Tales from the Daevabad Trilogy by S.A. Chakraborty, narrated by Soneela Nankani finishing out the short vignette collection from this series

Witches, Princesses, and Women at Arms edited by Sacchi Green a collection of semi erotic lesbian fairytales that I'm reading through. first one has an exiled princess cross dressing as a man and seducing a witch during her quest to slay a dragon

Homie by Danez Smith poetry book i picked up because my black queer lit prof from last year talked about the second poem in here, which i think lives up to his interpretation of it

Reading Plans:

tbh, my brain is coughing up dust right now. finish the stuff in the prior section. get ready for actually writing my thesis in the coming months.

OH I'm going to read A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood for my queer lit book club, and I guess check out whatever Shelved by Genre is reading next? gotta take a look at my Libby loans, and pull something from my book shelf

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

From 1970 – 1988, Disney was in its Dark Age. After Walt Disney’s death, things began to unravel at the studio. Now, “Dark Age” might seem a little harsh, because some of Disney’s best and most unique films came out during this age, chief among them The Great Mouse Detective, Robin Hood, and The Fox and the Hound. It also delivered some really weird and moderately entertaining films like The Aristocats and some really boring movies like The Rescuers. But in terms of the studio succeeding in the wake of the death of its creator, yeah, this was a dark age. And in 1985, they’d face their darkest moment yet.

The Black Cauldron is a very loose (as in, it barely resembles the book) adaptation of Lloyd Alexander’s The Chronicles of Prydain series, and is also a film with a lot firsts for Disney. It was their first film to be rated PG because of the seriously nightmarish imagery within, it was the first of their films not to be a musical in some way, and even more impressively it’s the first animated film to utilize CGI! A truly ambitious dark fantasy project, there was no way this could go wrong!

Except it did. Catastrophically, even. This movie made back only 85% of its budget and ended up being outgrossed by The Care Bears Movie. In the wake of this disaster, CEO Ron Miller got the axe and never worked in Hollywood again, instead moving into the winery business; co-directors Ted Berman and Richard Rich suffered from two opposite extremes, with Berman never working in animation ever again while Rich went on to create things like The Swan Princess movies and produce Alpha & Omega; and producer Joe Hale sadly went the same way as Berman, never again working in animation.

But most distressingly, the film was almost the end of Disney itself, and if not for The Little Mermaid becoming the massive success that it was a few years later, they’d probably have gone the way of the dodo. Nowadays most of us wish Disney would just fucking die already, but living in a world without Aladdin, Hercules, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and Beauty and the Beast is just not a world I even want to think about. To this day, Disney is content to ignore this film ever happened whenever possible, to the point where it didn’t get a home video release until 1998 and didn’t get the Blu-Ray treatment until 2021, making it the last post-Walt film to get that treatment.

These days, though, the film has something of a cult following and features one of the most beloved villains in the Disney Animated Canon. I’m unashamedly part of that cult following, but that doesn’t mean I’m totally blinded by my enjoyment of the film; as you’ll soon find out, I have a lot of issues with it. But are all these issues enough to make it really that bad that it should nearly tank an entire animation studio?

THE GOOD

If nothing else, the film is extremely ambitious, and this is the main reason that despite what I talk about later it has a rather sizable cult following. Disney had never gone this dark before, and to the film’s credit it manages to pull off some dark fantasy elements very well! It is trying so damn hard to sell you on this world, and when it’s utilizing stuff like its witch side characters or its psychic pig, it manages to actually be pretty intriguing and unique.

The movie also features the lost Disney princess, Eilonwy. Technically speaking she’s the first princess in the Disney lineup who was more well-rounded as a character. Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora, all of them were charming but a bit one-note, while Eilonwy was at least a little fleshed out. Sure, she’s not the greatest character in the world or anything, but she helped pave the way for the more interesting princesses of the 90s like Ariel, Jasmine, and Belle.

Of course, the big thing people love about this movie is the Horned King, one of the creepiest and most terrifying villains ever to grace a Disney film. A sorcerous lich with the voice of John Hurt, the mere act of entering a room is something he does with such impeccable style that he ends up becoming unforgettable. There’s a reason why the guy is constantly demanded to be a boss in a future Kingdom Hearts game. 

Unfortunately, as cool as he is in looks and voice, the Horned King unfortunately runs into a rather serious problem...

THE BAD

...That problem being that he is unfortunately written in a very bland, generic manner. Yes, that awesome design and the talents of Hurt end up being wasted on the most cookie cutter evil overlord dialogue imaginable, and what’s worse, he barely even does anything before being unceremoniously killed at the end of the film by a complete fluke. As much as I and many others love the villain, it’s undeniable this is an extremely weak showing; it’s pretty telling that he is more effective as a villain in the Cinderella Castle Mystery Tour that used to be at Tokyo Disneyland than in his own movie.

It’s not entirely his fault he ends up falling a bit flat, though. The movie saddles him with a comedic sidekick named Creeper, who basically mugs the camera and is tonally jarring. He’s essentially the gargoyles from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but infinitely worse, because not only do the gargoyles at least never detract from Frollo by virtue of never sharing a scene with him, but Creeper is not voiced by Jason Alexander. If he was, he might be at least slightly tolerable.

But Creeper isn’t even the worst character in the movie! Neither is the one I’m about to talk about, mind you, but it is pretty fucking bad that our main character Taran is such a whiny, unlikable douchebag. Apparently he was like this in the books as well, but since that was an ongoing series he was able to develop out of being a jackass. Not so here; since this film bombed, we’re stuck with an unlikable prick who is condescending, sexist, and an egotistical braggart as our lead. And again, he’s still not the worst character!

No, that would be FUCKING GURGI.

Gurgi is one of the single worst abominations ever put to screen. He’s doing the world’s worst Theodore Gottlieb Gollum impression, and he does nothing but act as a hindrance and deliver unwanted comic relief. Literally the only good thing he does in this movie is die, and even that gets fucked up because Taran decides to wish him back to life (which nly further cements him as the world’s worst protagonist)! The world owes Jar Jar Binks and Scrappy-Doo an apology, because goddamn motherfucking Gurgi is worse than either of those two ever were.

And really, that’s what ends up dragging the film down the most. For how cool, ambitious, atmospheric, and interesting elements of it are, everything is bogged down by poor writing and a desire to conform to generic fantasy tropes even as it’s trying to break the mold and deliver something people hadn’t really seen before. It’s very much a film with a serious identity crisis, struggling both to be generic Disney fantasy fare and something a bit more bold and mature, and it doesn’t exactly work out.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

Well, I definitely wouldn’t call it good, but it’s not the worst animated film ever either. Like, it’s trying. Oh lord is it trying. But I think this movie is just a little too ambitious for its own good, but even still its in a way that I can appreciate even if it isn’t amazing overall.

Really, the movie is just totally okay. I round it up to a 7 because I am part of the cult, but that 6.3 up there? Completely and totally reasonable. This definitely isn’t bad enough to warrant almost destroying a studio, but it’s also not really good enough to justify making tons of money. It’s just a very okay movie. And yeah, maybe that’s just bias because as you saw I have a lot of issues with the characters and story that would probably tank a movie I like less, but I don’t know, this is ultimately a bit of a harmless movie that you could easily use to ease kids into dark fantasy without totally traumatizing them with something like The Dark Crystal. It’s just lame and Disneyish enough to be palatable and not quite as scary as it could be, so you can take it for what it is. It definitely has its place in the Disney Animated Canon, but it really doesn’t deserve more than the cult fandom it has.

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: So pleased that part one got such a positive response. We love Wes. Please feel free to leave a comment or reblog if you're enjoying it, also if you want adding to the tag list for future parts/updates just lmk 🥰

Summary: Joe and reader have never seen eye to eye, growing up together and even further along the line in adulthood. There’s always been something lurking in the back of their minds. It couldn’t be, they share a mutual hatred and can’t stand the sight of one another. Surely, it’s been a long time coming but will the tension finally break into something more beautiful? Time tells all truths.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Smut but not what you'd expect, Joe and reader showing how much they 'hate' each other, could call it angst, nosy reader being curious. Cliff hanger? Word Count: 4k

Taglist: @eddiemunson-mylove @daleyeahson @ali-r3n @quinnypixie @thefemininemystiquee @winchester-angel @ayooooo0 @wonderheartz @avobabe87 @palomahasenteredthechat @chickennug90 @emma77645 @pepsimunson @figmentofquinn @ches-86 @sugarheart-riot @shawnamae87 @joeqnz @kayleeelena97 @etherealglimmer @birdysaturne @freakymunson @aol19 @coley0823 @lma1986 @eddiesgirls12 @poisonedluv @aysheashea @credulouskhaleesi @xlilithb

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

"Take it like you know you should. Fucking slut." Joe whimpered as he struck you with another harsh slap to your ass. You were bent over your kitchen counter top as he ploughed in and out of you at immense speed. His finger tips moulding into your skin from the way he held you tight, squeezing your skin into an extremely pale tone.

You tried your hardest not to show you were enjoying the way he fucked you, but he did it well and you hated to admit it. Your thighs were shaking, your ass cheeks red raw matching the sting from the palm of Joe's hand of each time he'd struck you. He making a loud and thorough attempt at making you his through the way of physical interaction, there was no doubt he made a good job of it.

"You going to cum for me or what?" Joe reached over for your hair loosely dangling over your back, pulling at it in an almost violent state, ragging you at each part of your body that he could manage. "Or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

You let out the biggest moan his ears had ever been graced with, after holding in every ounce of pleasure you were feeling; you couldn't possibly take it anymore. The way you ached matched the desperation you were eager to let go, your cunt shook, your body sweating, your breath panting. Your fingers found your clit which you rubbed at vigorously, trying to let the pleasure of pleasing yourself take over Joe's length erratically thrusting in and out of you. An out of the question task failing you since the more you tried, he would be one step ahead of you, going harder.

"God you fucking repulse me." You bite down on your bottom lip, the soft pink turning a ghost white from the way your teeth sink into it. You needed to say it out loud to be able to confirm to yourself that you were only enjoying the immense seeing to you were receiving.

"Feelings mutual, but you're being such a good little slut for me right now. Can't take it that this cock fucks you so well can you?"

Another sharp breath felt you gaining consciousness, you sat up from your laid out position, the morning light hitting you square in the face since you had failed to close your curtains before you had groggily forced yourself into bed after last night's ordeal, the whole day in fact was just too much for one person to bare.

Your head was reeling from such a dream that you were trying to tell yourself it was clearly a nightmare, to be fucked by someone you had such dislike for was not an option; nor in reality or sleep. You mouthed an oh god no as you relived the impossible fantasy over and over again.

You were so sure that you'd never had these types of thoughts about him before, the ones that you could remember anyway. All of these years that you were adamant that there was no chance at even a sincere smile to be formed, not even a nice word between the two of you, now you were in full swing dreaming about Joe. In the most sickening of circumstances to you as well, it was only a dream though right? It wasn't real, it will never be real nor palpable to even dare think about your sworn enemy in this way ever again. But you know all too well that you can't stop dreams from occurring; never mind reoccurring.

You gave up with the thought of even trying to go back to sleep even though you felt so achy and exhausted from yesterday, even still after being in a deep sleep; you know felt dirty from the thoughts that were eroding your brain. A nauseous feeling at the pit of your stomach which you couldn't decide if it was hunger or the guilt of the forbidden concept of your delusion.

Taking a shower first was the only thing that felt right to do, a point you were making to yourself of washing away your sins and letting them fall down the drain, ridding all of the revolting thoughts of your interesting night's sleep. You got yourself ready, leaving the flat to go and get some breakfast, admitting to yourself that you couldn't leave the packed boxes which contained all of your belongings any longer unattended to, no matter how long it took, you'd be spending your day making your place your own, your very own little home. An enjoyable first for you.

After a good hour of pampering yourself, moisturising, doing your hair and make up and finding a weather appropriate outfit, you grabbed your bag and set off out to go and get yourself a hearty little breakfast. You were not entirely bothered about what you ate, you were hungry for almost anything. Your stomach rumbled again at the very thought, you were absolutely starving, an eyes bigger than your belly type of situation where you could of ravaged everything in sight. A little ironic considering as soon as you walked out of the front door of the complex you were greeted by the mild spring air, but to your left was the very man who had ravaged you himself in the figment of your imagination.

Joe stood with his back to you, whilst Wesley stood at his opposite side, looking up to the sky and basking in the morning sun before his head shot over to the door opening and watching you appear.

"Morning." Wesley called over, you glanced over from your field of vision not even bothering to give them the time of day for the flashbacks of you and Joe were now imminent even from just seeing the back of him. You continued to walk the distance to the gate which surrounded the complex so that you were able to leave the awkward moment as quickly and as quietly as you could.

"Ignorant." Joe muttered loud enough for you to hear before taking a drag of his cigarette, he knew he was pushing your buttons immediately as you stopped in your tracks at the very word that he spoke, only to be described as calling you out. You weren't sure if going at him all guns blazing was the right thing to do nor even looking him in the eye which you knew rightly he didn't even deserve your gaze or indeed your time of day.

"Excuse me?" Yeah you chose to answer back when you probably shouldn't have, but who on earth does he think he is?

"She speaks." Joe smirked over at you and you grimaced at the very remembrance of seeing that same wicked feature in your dreams, the one where he was enjoying railing the shit out of you and watching you writhe in his grip.

"What was that?" You speak even louder and make sure it's over the top of his forced reply. "You're a prick?" Wesley did a hop skip and a jump, planting himself in the form of stone in front of Joe when you came storming over with every intention to square up to him. Why was it only now after so many years of feud that this was your interpretation of your first solid and flowing conversation with one another.

"Takes one to know one." Joe put his hands onto Wesley's shoulders, the couple of inches of height difference that stood between them ensured Joe lifting his feet up to truly make sure that he met your eyes with his, with all intense and purpose.

"Will both of you quit it?" Wesley could only suggest such a thing, if there was one thing was true it was that both of you were quintessentially stubborn. "What is your problem with each other honestly?" Wesley flicked his head back between Joe and you, your gazes not even touching his line of vision, just fully focussed on one another.

It's probably about the longest period of time you've spent actually looking at Joe in all your years of knowing him, your features soften a little when you really look at the whole detail of him standing before you. He may irritate the life out of you but there's no denying he's impossibly good looking. You huffed a huge sigh out loud at the way he puffed on his cigarette, you watched carefully as his lips hugged it tight, the smoke inhaling out of his nose like some form of fire breathing dragon.

"Could you please kill off the environment with your toxic fumes somewhere a little further away from our building?" You hissed.

Joe took his last drag, inhaling as much as he could before blowing the smoke out straight into your direction and flicking the cigarette but in the other direction, you were never as repulsed by him as you were now, yet the feeling in your stomach wasn't as bitter as it had previously been. You needed to shake off this revolting feeling as soon as you could, it was positively unbearable.

"Do you always complain this much?" Joe asked, his smirk was back in fully swing, harrowing every skin cell, letting every baby hair on the back of your neck stand up, the direct way he was trying to dig at you was working and he knew it. Wesley rolled his eyes, clearly giving up in what was to be a back and fourth contest of insults and protests against each other until one of you backed down. It wasn't even 10am and you'd already had enough of today. Wesley moved to go back into the building and left you both alone, hoping to god you wouldn't start scrapping and keep it as PG as you could.

He was the first to speak out now that you were unoccupied together. "What is your problem?" Joe folded his arms, pushing himself to lean against the wall, ushering one foot up to sit firmly against it. You eyed him from head to toe, clutching at your bag you had flung over your shoulder.

"No problem here." You uttered.

"Whatever love." There was that smirk again, you mentally shook your head trying to rid yourself the thought of finding him attractive in his current stance. You took note of the patronising pet name also, not the time Joe, not the time.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" You had to ask about the smirk regardless, you needed to know why. It was a look he'd even given you back in your school days, every time you'd pass a sarcastic stare toward him or he'd be in your bee line; a tactic to clearly wind you up was this god damn beautiful smug look.

His face dropped into a straight line as if he was playing stupid with you, like he just wanted you to describe the exact demeanour you were referring to. "Like what?" Yeah he wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you meant. You peered down to the floor before throwing an agitated sigh back. "Oh, you mean this?" The egotistical bastard does it again as you stand giving him the most sarcastic round of applause.

"Yeah stop doing that, not a good look for you." You were lying.

"So you do have a problem." Your almost on queue scoff and eye roll made him chuckle, maturity where? You had to walk away, you had to remove yourself from the situation, the situation being the exasperating Mr. Joseph Quinn, twat. He called out to you as he watched you walk away, saying your name in the most intolerable of ways, shooting a quick glance at your curves that hugged onto your outfit before he walked over to the entrance which would take him to back to his flat. Before he'd stepped one foot through the door, his finally words to you made you seethe, it was a surprise that you weren't ready to punch a wall; never mind his perfect face.

"Come to me and let me know whenever you're ready Y/N."

You stuck your middle finger up in plain sight as you moved on not offering him the chance nor ammunition and certainly not even looking back towards Joe and giving him the satisfaction to smirk like that at you again.

You took your breakfast to go, breathing in the scents of the coffee and pastry which calmed you instantly from the quaint little café you'd located just down the road from your flat complex. You decided to eat it in the comfort of your own space, more than likely if you had not chosen to do that, you wouldn't of returned for hours due to not wanting to be in any closer proximity to Joe. Or even that you'd of procrastinated in unpacking so your main job of the day would not get done; something you were quite eager to do and had already set the task of promising yourself that you'd get the majority completed by the end of the day.

You'd of looked like a wild animal to anyone watching practically stuffing the food and drink into your mouth in unison, not taking a single breathe of air as you inhaled it almost in one. You'd felt much calmer by the time you'd strolled at the pace of a snail back to your new home. Losing track of time was a good thing today to keep your mind pre occupied off anything but Joe, you kept letting recollections of your dream slip back every time you entered the kitchen, the very spot where the unlawful scenes of filth which played out in your memory.

As night fell and you'd been on your feet all day dragging boxes, objects and furniture about, you stood with your hands on your hips with quite an enthusiastic stare at how well you had done, an approving nod as you looked around. Everything was now in it's place and available to be used at your leisure, there were a few things you'd need to buy brand new, but it could absolutely be done within the next few weeks as you had the majority of what you needed to help suffice.

About 10pm you settled down with a blanket over you, comfy clothes intact, freshly faced with your hair neatly done up in a bun equipped from your dampened hair from your newest shower, feet up on the coffee table with a glass of wine you'd treated yourself to and a Chinese take out. You were not one to usually eat that late but time had escaped you. You scrolled through Netflix hoping to find something, but spent most of the time shovelling noodles in your mouth to even care in the end. By the time you'd finally chosen something to watch, your eyes were closing shut. Typical.

You weren't sure how long you'd dozed off for, you'd woken up with a startle when you heard the wine glass dropping from your hand and straight down onto to the floor. You could only assume it was the middle of the night when you stirred and your nostrils were clogged with the scent of the left over Chinese freezing cold bunched into a corner on your plate, your blanket now half hanging off of you and your head was leaning somewhere between your shoulder and on the corner of the cushion placed under your head.

You lifted yourself from the shape on the sofa which had formed from your body being stuck in the same position for so long. Picking up the glass and your plate you headed over to the kitchen to wash up and regain the cleanliness and beauty of your spotless place.

Wiping down the sparkling spotless dishes and utensils before placing them back in their rightful setting looking just like new, you gazed at the counter top, a whole shiver running down your spine from the sudden reminder that you were back right at the location where the dream had took place. Ugh. Joe's annoyingly beautiful face was right back where you didn't want it again; in your mind as easy as that.

"Get a grip of yourself Y/N for goodness sake." You spoke out to yourself, the first sign of insanity is talking to yourself and Joe was definitely driving you to the point of delirium in the last 48 hours.

You moved through to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and letting your hair loose in order to finally go to bed, closing your curtains this time making sure you would without doubt would not be woken up by anything else tonight. You got into bed, instantly livid at yourself when you realised you had still left the television on, front door unlocked. You mentally slapped yourself across the back of your own head, wafting the sheets that you'd just tucked around yourself and stepped back into your fluffy slippers to go and finish the tasks which would eat you alive and deprive you from a good nights sleep if you didn't do.

Just as you moved to the door you could hear unsettled noises from outside in the corridor, you furrowed your brow as you couldn't help but sneak a peak through the little peep hole. Upon your sights, you found Joe and a rather pretty girl stumbling and holding onto the walls from either side. Suddenly, you watched on to see her being pushed up against his and Wesley's own door right in your bee line. You witnessed the girl being caged in, his body pressing into her with such force in what you could almost see was him grinding against her, making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Anger burnt inside your chest, your heart raced and you just couldn't take your eye away.

You followed every move he made, every place his hands glided over every crevice of her body. Wow. Why doesn't he just fuck her here and now? They're almost there anyway. His hands come to lock onto her wrists, slamming them above her head as he kisses down onto her neck, making his way down to the bare sight of her cleavage, on show and clearly calling out for him to touch. You heard her ugly little whimpers and Joe's shushing for her to be quiet just in case he was to 'wake anyone.' How fucking considerate of him.

There was a strange sensation burning down below, your stomach knotting through the fear of nausea and excitement. Biting your lip, another mental slap in the face came when you pushed yourself away from the door. What the fuck are you doing?

It wasn't enough. You heard the door opening and closing behind them followed by a loud giggle. You opened the door as quietly as you could, letting curiosity get the better of you, you only wanted to hear how shit he probably was in bed right? Nothing like the Joe in your dream which seemed like he could pleasure a woman in seconds, no absolutely not, the real Joe could never.

You tiptoed across the corridor to his front door, kneeling down and pressing your ear against it. The first time you heard his moan, a whole burst of electricity flowed through you, a whole variety of questions now burning through your head of why you were slightly jealous that this wasn't you, that she wasn't you. And why were you so turned on by the noises he made, this had to be another of your outrageous dreams. Except it wasn't.

You could make out the way their lips smacked together in an open mouthed kiss, even distinctly catch the sound of their clothes falling to the floor, they'd obviously not made it very far away from the front door; only feet away from where you were observing silently. Just when you were zoned out from where you'd placed yourself, you heard the noises distancing themselves from you, the groaning and slightly erotic giggling coming to a close when what you could only assume was Joe's bedroom door slamming shut.

You were thrown out of your cursive listening when you heard footsteps approaching from around the corner, you'd missed the sound of the lift doors opening and closing. Standing up as if you'd already been caught, in slow motion you couldn't get up to your feet fast enough when the figure moved around the corner rapidly. He stared at you bent half up right, staying put where he was stood so he could get a full of view of you in your nightwear.

Wesley...

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I-I-I was coming to tell y-you to keep it d-down." You stuttered out such a stupid excuse, does that warrant you getting up off of the floor? Idiot. He saw right through your bullshit, clearly.

"Why are you really out here?" He asked quietly.

"I could hear commotion so I came to see what was going on and when the door shut I could hear slamming around in your flat, but it didn't sound good so I came out to investigate." An absolute bear faced liar is what you were. Wrong. You were listening to Joe get it on with his one night stand and in a full state of envy of the female who was with him. That's what you should've really said. That's also bullshit though right? You can't stand Joseph Quinn, you hate him with every fibre in your being. Then why are you pulling such a stunt that would insinuate that you don't hate him quite as much as you thought.

You could feel all of the colour which was draining from your face as Wesley pulled a look which made you feel so uneasy, a kind of caught in the act, what are you going to do now look.

"Right, got you. Well as far as I know he brought a girl back from the bar, is the coast clear and free for me to go in without seeing my best mate at it darling?" He was asking you if the coast was clear? For fucks sake he really knew what you were doing out here, you were hoping there'd be a slight glimpse that he'd be dumbfounded, it's almost confirmed that what Wesley wrote in his note was entirely correct; you can't hate him forever.

You moved over to your door, almost hugging your body to it as a place of safety as Wesley moved on closer, unlocking his own door before turning back to you.

"Maybe you don't hate Joe as much as you thought you did." You choked on your own saliva as you let out an over dramatic laugh.

"Next joke." You muttered, your eyes firmly staying put toward the floor, this spoke a million words when you couldn't even look him in the eyes now from the sheer embarassment.

"Think about it. You were out here for a reason Y/N. Don't hold in the feelings that are clearly screaming to be let out."

"Promise you won't tell Joe I was out here?" You ignored his impossible advice, Wesley could almost hear the begging in your voice, he nodded, opening up his door fully now.

"Then give him a chance." He tilted his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders before closing the door behind him.

Was that even an option?

[thespamman24]

Rock Musicians Rated Based on Wether They Would Like Anime or Not.

This is a completely normal thing to think about. I'm a completely normal person.

Jimmy Hendrix- Would have loved Cowboy Bebop and Gundam. If he had been a child in the 2000s then he would have dressed as Sasuke for Halloween.

John Lennon- Would have been a big attack on titan fan and frequently gotten into online arguments. Lightly ashamed of being into anime. Has a crush on the evil woman from Chainsawman.

Paul Mccartney- Would not be an anime fan. Apathetic towards anime.

George Harrison- Has seen the 1997 Berserk Series and Ghost in the Shell. Not into anime, but willing to see it.

Ringo Starr- Would not be an anime fan, but he wouldn't mind seeing a Ghibli film.

Eric Clapton- Would regularly make fun of anyone into anime.

Gerald Way- Confirmed fan of anime.

Thom Yorke- Has possible watched a few anime. Would probably love Neon Genesis Evangelion.

Rivers Cuomo- Has most likely watched an anime. Would probably be into very weird and niche romance anime stuff.

David Bowie- David Bowie would either, A. have watched a few well known anime like Death Note and Full metal Alchemist but not be really all that into anime or B. be the biggest anime fan ever, but like, in a bisexual way.

Kurt Cobain- Enjoys slice of life anime, but not in a weird way.

Dave Grohl- Has mostly likely watched something anime, but I doubt he sees it as different from other cartoons.

Courtney Love- Extremely toxic RWBY fan. Regularly gets into arguments over ships.

David Byrne- I am confident that David Bryne has watched some anime at some point. I don't know what, but he definetly has. Would probably love Akira.

Freddy Mercury- I had to think about this long and hard and I think Freddy would be into shonen like Dragon ball Z.

Brian May- Would not be into anime.

Billy Joe Armstrong- Has most definetly seen an anime before. If he was born two decades later then he would have been the biggest Jojo fan ever.

Alex Turner- Hah! No.

Bono- Into "intellectual" anime like Neon Genesis Evangelion. Has seen multiple Satoshi Kon films.

Bruce Springsteen- No.

Robert Fripp- Robert Fripp was born in the wrong generation. Had he been a millenial, then Robert would be obsessed. He would attend anime conventions, wear cosplay, and regularly get into arguments online.

Pete Townshend- Casual anime watcher who's seen one or two and is kind of ashamed about it because of the internet.

Roger Waters- Constantly getting into arguments about Gundam online. Is a moderator of some anime subreddit.

David Gilmore- No.

Lou Reed- Used to regularly make fun of anime because of...you know...but somehow ended up becoming really into it, like really into it.

Ian Anderson- Watches the weirdest fucking anime. Just the strangest shit you have ever seen.

Jon Anderson- Steve seems like a big fan of all things cyberpunk. He'd love Akira and Ghost in the Shell, and would definetly enjoy the Blame! manga.

Steve Howe- Has not seen any well known anime, but has seen some lesser known stuff that's "weird in a good way".

Patti Smith- Kawoshin shipper.

Bill Bruford- No.

Joan Jett- Nah.

[bisluthq]

Just wanted to chime in to say that I agree fully with all of you on being extremely annoyed at the fact that Swifties have made it canon that Joe cheated with literally 0 fucking evidence and also feeling like they can hold some moral highground for that as if Miss Cherubic Chaos Demon herself hasn't admitted multiple times to cheating on her partners like💀💀 With Getaway Car and illicit affairs I guess you could argue there was still some room for ambiguity but after Bejewled and High Infidelity liiiiiike come on besties reading comprehension is not that hard idk. As of right now, there is literally no information available that could possibly indicate that Joe cheated on her. He might have of course and it just hasn't come out yet, only he/they know. I tbh wouldn't be surprised by that and look I am in no way defending this man bc why would I ever defend a man but come on, the bulk of Swiftdom is expecting her to talk about Joe cheating on her on TTPD and if anything I'm expecting the opposite: her admitting to entangling herself emotionally and perhaps in other ways too with Matty Healy before her and Joe were officially separated.

I do think for various reasons it's more likely that she cheated on him rather than Joe cheating on her, but either way I think that relationship was long dead by the time one or both of them started stepping out. Maybe neither of them actually cheated, who knows, but to me what makes more sense and requires less mental gymnastics is they once loved each other very much to the point they thought they would marry and have bebés, they met at a time when Taylor was adverse to the "celebrity scene" + she was pretty sure her career peak was behind her, Joe was ok with putting up with her level of fame at that time while pursuing his acting career, then pandemic + folklore + rerecords catapulted Taylor to stratospheric levels of fame and success that neither of them could've expected, their priorities became different and they gradually became more incompatible to the point where their rs was hanging on by a thread by November 2021 and she writes YLM. Then imo they made a strong attempt to fix things bc they you know loved each other and I do think some form of engagement took place between the December 2021 holidays and January 2022 and I think they both thought that would fix things but nah it was a bandaid. So yeah idk like Nat says, shit happens, ppl change and rs end. I do think things were very very dead by the time Matty was in the scene and she was doing whatever she did with him.

I do agree with the anon that said that Taylor is unable to leave a shitty rs until she has someone else to "replace it" with lol that does seem to be the pattern with her. I am in no way judging or criticizing, we're all different and human but yeah that's an interesting and spot on observation lol.

Probably all of this lol reply to me via text don’t send me essays on tumblr ffs 😘😘😘😘😘🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️💜💜💜💜

[haethcliffs]

@halechief.

you are... different. not my usual type. for starters, you lack the insecurity that drew me to beck, the free-spiritedness that put love in my crosshairs. you are... breath-taking. awe-inspiring. you are the quite possibly the smartest person i've ever met (met? well. you'll see.) and by god, you are... dangerous.

luckily for me, though, you are extremely google-able. no more hunting through finsta feeds (learnt that one off ellie) and no more trawling through facebook after facebook for the real you... i type your name into google, and you have a whole goddamn wikipedia. it's safe to say that i am a fan.

look at me — are you proud? i've shed my skin. i'm a new yorker in dc — surely that's some kind of oxymoron somewhere — no one ever leaves new york. but i did. for love. for you. for the total fucking knowledge that i am playing with fire, but you... you are the balm. i am free of that miserable podunk suburb, and i am ready. willing.

the office is quiet. studious. but alive. there are bulletins, posters, grubby pins handmade by the college intern i had to bump off the roster (sorry, tyler), and here i am!

allow me to introduce myself. tyler beckett. princeton alum. i am an amateur astronomer at heart, but working myself to the bone for the next great woman of the united states. i wear slacks, blazers, and never, ever worry myself with the do's and don'ts of college life. i went to princeton, for god's sake. debate team. sigma cum-whatever. i've worked on local elections before, but now — look at me, everyone! i'm in the big bucks. and despite how much i would truly hate tyler beckett, i think it's a good fit.

i like to think you've gotten to know me too. through the coffees, and the emails, and the never-ending fucking onslaught of bureaucratic bullshit i have to wade through just to get in the same room with you (honestly, how do you do it? i know this is your playing field, but it is fucking exhausting. i am exhausted. but i am just a small cog in your big political machine.)

and... action.

"morning, ma'am." you always say hi. because you are down-to-earth. because you weren't born with this power, you've earned it. you are a regular joe, as it were. look at me. trying so hard in a not-trying type of way. i'm not like all those other princeton freaks — frankly, i couldn't give a fuck about the political canvas of the city, but god, they're practically licking your heels just to get the mere morsel of acceptance.

"can i ask you something?"