#like wowwww I WONDER what it's like to deal with that

[crystalisopod]

me: our cat is so weird ahaha (talking about his little quirks)

my mom: well he's autistic remember 🤪 so he's silly and weird and has all these weird mannerisms and specific needs that I'm quite familiar with, isn't it funny how autism makes you so annoyingly specific and weird, how silly that you don't know that though <33

me: ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ okay

[alitgblog]

was gonna do a march madness bracket for litg characters but I feel like we know which fan favorites are gonna win so instead, with my extra time, I did a hunger games simulator (logical next step lol).

Tried to pick a guy and girl from every season (plus an extra duo from seasons 2,4, and 6 just because I like those seasons lol). With a few exceptions and wild cards, but you'll see.

ANyway the highlights (didn't include every death so if you're wondering what's happening to some characters, you can ask me lol).

I guess first off, Vicki does die very quickly (killed by her someone in own district, Estelle). (FYI I only picked those two because I was like well they're the prettiest ones from S7 lol). Also Theo and Claudia being in character and helping each other out is cool and in character (spoilers: won't stay that way). Jakub is also having a comedy of errors going on, which I fully expect from him. And there's some Gramish interactions in there which is fun. I forgot to screenshot it but they do form a short lived alliance.

Ozzy and Marshall are both messes most of the time: absolutely what I expect out of the two of them. They kind of took over S6 (with Amelia but I didn't put her in this) and fittingly, I am invested in their storyline for this simulator even though at first I just wanted to see who was gonna be the stronger twin lmao. (That's also why S7 has two girls to balance out these two being on the same team.)

Pretty early on, Bruno also kills his own teammate, Angie, and I immediately regret putting in my favorites in the simulator. S4 does get their moment in the spotlight though, because Kelly somehow ends up hunting Suresh. Like I just know if she got more time in litg she'd have my back 😤😤 (even though Suresh is in a different season). This does not go well a few days later, however, when Kelly drinks the poison she meant to give Suresh. And then he steals the idea and then poisons Dana from his own district, wowwww.

Moving on, if you want some insight on my S3 picks, I thought they were all too nice to have to deal with this and after some careful deliberation (I sat around for two minutes trying to think of what would be the funniest option). Anyway so here's an update on how Kerry's doing. She's kind of made an alliance with Lottie, which makes sense Lottie not wanting to work with her fellow district tribute, Jakub.

Anyway next group of killings: goodbye more of my faves (also wtf Theo). Speaking of Theo, he does make an alliance with my district 12 wild card picks which are of course, fan favorites Gareth and Lola. (For the record, Theo does kill Lola later on and Gareth dies of hypothermia. I don't have any other screenshots of the birds I just felt like keeping y'all updated.)

Anyway, it's been a few days, you may be wondering how Ozzy and Marshall are doing: (this happens twice fyi, wow the twins are BONDING)

This might hurt some people: the funny short kings are fighting. This isn't how Bobby dies though, unfortunately the S2 fan favorite humans are killed off by the other two

It seems after this, Lottie's really going through something, now kind of forcing murder on her ally, Kerry. However, she kills Suresh who has like three kills at this point? So, ehh. It goes badly very soon after though, as Lottie BETRAYS Kerry?? Plot twist, damn.

Eventually, Marshall, Estelle, and Theo all team up to hunt others (keep in mind at this point, I believe Estelle and Theo have the most kills). This does not bode well for Marshall and Ozzy finally bonding though. Again, Lottie is going through some mental turmoil probably after all those kills, and asks Ozzy to kill her but he already is trying not to kill anyone.

Anyway that alliance does not last. Estelle walks over a landmine, and Marshall betrays Theo. This is high drama as far as I'm concerned, and of course main character Marshall.

Jakub is still going through a comedy of errors.

Meanwhile, Allegra has just been vibing most of the time. She talked to Tim like once. And she's been getting stuff from sponsors. But somehow has allied with Lottie and I assume that helps Lottie regain her confidence. Because together they kill Ozzy. And Marshall doesn't even know.

We eventually do land on final two Lottie and Marshall. Lottie, who's losing her mind, and Marshall, also not in the best headspace but doubly so now seeking revenge for his brother. It's very much going back and forth who's hunting who.

Anticlimactic, but do we have a winner shortly after because Lottie dies of starvation, and I think Marshall finds the body and it's a weird bittersweet ending because he made it and didn't have to kill her but also didn't get vengeance and has to live with all that.

So so fun.

Anyway feel free to make your own lol

[seeingteacupsindragons]

“(For what it's worth, I don't see Mrgh bits of this aspect in the canon. I have see a lot of aphobia in fanworks for this series)” if you don’t mind, can you please expand on this? :)

This is such a deeply complicated question!

Romance (as a genre) and fandom both have widespread aphobia problems in general. Society does, and because of fandom's focus on sex, romance, and shipping, and romance's focus on the same really bring a lot of those biases out unexamined. Even among fandom people who are a-spec, a lot of them haven't really examined or dealt with those identities in a way that allows for a lot of unpacking of biases. Unpacking biases really requires participating in a community centered around the marginalization, and many of them have fandom-centered communities, or IRL communities of another type.

Unless you follow a blog like mine, where I've been actively involved in the aro and ace communities entirely separately from any fandom activities for a decade, I don't think a lot of fandom people are exposed to this kind of thought and study. And it is a whole field of study, truly. So they just end up parroting the same biases from the rest of society without realizing what they're doing, even if they know words or something.

As for YuuMori, and why I don't find a lot of problematic content on this particular subject (because there are definitely messages it's had I don't agree with or moments that ruffled my feathers the wrong way--it's far from perfect), there's a lot to talk about.

Primarily, YuuMori is not a series that focuses on sex or romance. It's a crime and mystery shonen series. There are almost no canon romantic relationships, and most of them are fairly sidelined. And even with Sherliam, which has so much narrative and canon support for a romantic reading, their relationship is not special because it is romantic. It is, potentially, romantic because it is special (and oh boy is that an a-spec understanding).

YuuMori is in so many ways a celebration of weird and undefined relationships. It's a celebration and has focus on relationships that society is just going to find weird, off-putting, and unacceptable. And that's so queer, and I love that, and while I can't say it's specifically queer on purpose without a very candid conversation with the creators discussing things they haven't yet discussed publicly, it's rich and wonderful and very Relationship Anarchy, which is very common among a-spec people.

In sum, YuuMori is just not a series that dismisses or marginalizes ace or aro experiences. It is not a series that idolizes romantic or sexual relationships. It is not, even, one that finds them particularly necessary.

But once this series comes in contact with fandom, especially in the West, people...start ignoring that. Suddenly Moran and William's weird relationship becomes romantic or sexual, and Albert and William's relationship becomes weird and sexual, and Louis and William's relationship becomes weird and sexual. And on and on. And each of these individually: not a big deal. But when it becomes so omnipresent, it's tiring. It's a cultural swarm of material that adds up to a lot a-spec people feeling once again alienated and dismissed.

And people start obsessing over what romance might be canon and why and which ship makes sense and why and which one is most fun to discuss and why and what does everything think about the sexy and romo potential of things. This is just a fandom thing, but it's just very tiring.

Sherliam's relationship is, of course, the core relationship in the series. So of course fandom focuses on it a lot. But wowwww, the way it becomes the only thing people focus on...

I'm tired.

And as for (a non-exhaustive list of) specific things in this fandom that really bother me on this topic and which I find hurtful as an a-spec person:

Any time people refer to Sherliam's relationship (or any romantic ship) as deeper or more important or more than their relationships with other people (because it is romantic, obviously). That's just a direct aggression, micro or otherwise depending on context, against a-spec people. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Please stop writing things like this, just in general. Different. Other. Not more.

Goddamn stop referring to wanting sex as being human or normal or healthy. Please do not explain an attraction as, "well, I'm a man," or "well, I'm human," or "well, I have needs." Just. Just, fuck off with all of that. This is, once again, something from greater society, but I see it so much here.

Once more, Sherliam's relationship is potentially romantic and sexual because it is special. It is not special because it is potentially romantic or sexual. Yesus Christ, relationshipsp are often special for other reasons.

Any time a character (WIlliam, Louis, Fred, maybe) is referred to as growing up or becoming adult or learning about relationships or whatever because they want to engage with these things when they didn't before

Ignoring the rich specialness of each relationship to make it romantic. Even when making them romantic, they have such interesting richness and different dynamics, like real romantic couples each have their own special quirks.

All these fucking asks I get asking about which person is "most" important to Sherlock or William or whatever. There is no reason to put relationships in these kinds of hierarchies. We can have it all, and no one relationship could or should be prioritized in such a way that all others can or will be abandoned.

Why do I get so many asks seeking canon support for their ship. Please just ship your thing.

Why do I get so many asks I get asking about shipping things? Did I piss off a god in a previous life? I want to talk about storytelling and narrative, goddammit, not speculate on the potential for romantic pairings. It's another one of those things where culturally is just focusing so much on one thing to the point of marginalizing other things.

[ropes3amthoughts]

I’m gonna live react here so uh spoilers for the game

In didn’t know this game took place on a spaceship that’s crazy all I know is there’s this girl named Anya and she gets like assaulted or something? And also there’s the bandaged dude. Also I didn’t expect the graphics to look like this. I think it’s got a cute charm to it

What is the deal with that Polly mascot thing

Wait so does the player start as the captain and then become Jimmy and the captain crashes the ship on purpose for some reason and then ends up the bandaged dude

Why are we even keeping the captain alive

What the fuck is the water place does the player have hallucinations

Wowwww there’s the mouthwash I was wondering why the game was named that

Oh yikes

Wow are we killing this guy

I feel like this is kind of confusing like everything is all out of order what’s even happening

Whattttt

HOLY FUCKING SHIT wait so Jimmy did all that shit??? He crashed the ship to avoid responsibility? He’s getting them all killed to avoid responsibility? And then he’s pretending to be a victim and washing himself of the blame and guilt? Because like the all clean because of the mouthwash stuff? Mouthwash kills the bacteria and makes things clean and Jimmy kills the crew to clean his reputation? Jimmy is so fucking delusion holy shit and all the stuff with Curly goddamn this is fucked wow

Dude this is crazy

Holy shit it’s over wow. I was really confused for most of it and I had really no idea what I was getting into when I started watching the play through but wow that was cool that was like haunting and disturbing and crazy and wowee yeah that was good wow I’m watching like extra stuff now where people like pieced together the ending with the like beginning clips of the story and holy fucking shit dude dudeeeeeeeeee wow yeah I see why people like and recommend this wowee

Imma watch a playthrough of that Mouthwashing game

[sexydreamgirl]

I manifested my dream life! I’m literally so happy ୨୧

BEFORE - I was constantly wavering and doubting myself and my power, in a cycle of persisting for like 5 seconds, reacting to the 3D and overconsuming information (and feeling a little drained). Obviously I was sick and tired of that so I decided to stop overconsuming and ACTUALLY apply the law.

HOW I DID IT - I simplified the law for myself, made my own rules, anything to make it fun, easy and effortless for me! My rules were:

- choose a desire, decide that it’s mine, persist and live in the 4D.

- nothing can ruin my manifestations. IT IS DONE.

I knew my subconcious would do anything to get me what I want and that I was doing everything right so my desires were inevitable.

PRO TIP: Read @cinefairy advice on not ignoring the 3D but knowing it will change especially when dealing with hard circumstances.

(Tbh I didn’t like the idea of having to ‘saturate’ my mind or impress my subconcious by repeating affirmations - the law is meant to be effortless.)

AFTER - My manifestations actually showed up pretty quickly! And I’m actually living the dream:

Pefect appearance from head to toe, pretty privelege, happy and healthy family, rich parents, living friends and boyfriend, perfect penthouse, ideal clothes, always smelling really good and clean, fluency in multiple languages, perfect grades, having multiple talents and hobbies, perfect physical and mental health and A LOT more.

I would only ever affirm to remind my self that it is done and you know just lived my life. If I can do it so can you!

Thank you to @sexydreamgirl @cinefairy @blushydior @sutheworld and many more!

Now please ask yourselves this - how many times are you going to ‘put your foot down’ or ‘restart’ and go through this horrible cycle, are you not tired?

Also can I be 💐 anon?

Wowwww this is absolutely wonderful congratulations, sweetheart! I'm beyond happy for you!

"how many times are you going to ‘put your foot down’ or ‘restart’ and go through this horrible cycle, are you not tired?" listen to them!

[midnight-in-town]

“Why can’t you just be who I want you to be?”

Okay wowwww. Emotionally intense and unsettling scene there. From Marisa spitting on Asriel (happened in the book), to him almost choking her (nope), that was... hot terrifying, even more so considering that this was not at all the vibe we got from the trailer for that scene. 

Considering that the more intense part of this scene was not in the book, I wondered for a while why this scene still made so.much.sense and I think maybe I figured it out. 

I read or listened to James McAvoy speaking about S3 several times and once or twice he mentioned that s3 was hard on Asriel because 1) he realizes he’s not the main character of this story but his daughter is, 2)“the love of his life walks back into his life” and he’s gotta deal with it. And man, oh man, now do I realize with s3 ep3 how badly he deals with all of it. With all of them. This is why I’m so glad that we have James playing Asriel, because he loves these books so much thus he knows how to handle such a fiery man like Asriel, making ep3 so epic ! 

Tbh, while most men desire and lust after Marisa in this series (Boreal, MacPhail) because she acts the part of the beautiful woman while barely hiding her own lust for power (since women in her world hardly have any opportunity to be men’s equal and she wants that, so they don’t know how to handle her which is, for controlling men, tempting), I’m convinced Asriel sees her as his equal and she knows it as well. 

So why would he almost lose his mind like that in ep3? He knows her well, he knows she lies, he knows he can’t trust her even if he wants to and he witnessed in the past that she chose Lyra over him. Well, because, this whole reunion eventually turns out to be about him being completely jealous and mad that she can never choose him over absolutely everything else.

“why can’t you just be who I want you to be?” 

He said it: he sacrificed too much of his life so far to change his ways now. So he’s not just mad about Lyra’s safety being more important than his rebellion against the Authority in this scene. It’s also about the affair and how Marisa never left Edward, it’s about how she describes their affair as “a shame” when for him it can never be a humiliation because they loved each other, how she didn’t leave their world with him because she chose Lyra and, now, how Marisa doesn’t even recognize how much he sacrificed for this rebellion because Lyra’s safety matters more to her. After all, she only decided to help his side because they could protect Lyra.

“why can’t you just be who I want you to be?”

To be fair, Ogunwe had warned him (“if that woman tempted you, I’m not sure you’d resist”) and he at least had the decency not to deny it (can’t remember if he was as explicitly silent in the book): he still carries so much baggage from their affair that he never properly dealt with that it all came running back to him, when Marisa kept talking about Lyra, dismissing the role his rebellion against God plays in all this. 

This whole scene was unexpected by how intense it was, but it makes so much sense that he’d lose it briefly, because what Asriel selfishly wants is for Marisa to support and love him, the man who challenged God, and no one else. Could be partly why, at this point, he rejects Lyra’s importance in all of this.

Anyway, LOTS of kudos to Ruth Wilson and James McAvoy for bringing such an intense reminiscence on screen in less than a minute: the whole episode 3 was a delight to watch, with how they brought to life the broken but incredibly compelling dynamic between Asriel and Marisa. :D 

[unnocturnal]

guess whos on his shane/elliot bullshit because of a sudden epiphany. this stupid bitch

*!! = content warnings

thinkjng aboht these two depressed fucks finding the spark of life again together makes me 😳😳😳😳

liiiikeee elliot writing poems about shane whenever he sees him and keeps them to himself… until one day… maybe he accidentally sends it off… or shane finds it…. and hes like “wtf who would write this about me” because he believes hes deeply unlovable and meanwhile elliots like oh god oh fuck he saw it OH GOD OH FUCK and is shaking his bestie leah about it while she fully knows they pine after each other but are both so convinced they don’t deserve love that they don’t try to approach the other and she has to play match maker

omg and then elliot teaching the kids english and stuff and jas plays with his hair on breaks and shane picks her up one day to see her decorating his hair with flowers and stuff and wonders why his heart skips a beat

like wowwww hes pretty and charming and good with kids. crazy

they dont cross paths often but i swear they probably also eye each other at the saloon

shane wallowing in self doubt and keeping his distance since he doesn’t wanna approach when leah is around but elliot is too nervous to be by himself when shane’s around

shane hears elliot play the piano one day and just casually brings it up one time at the saloon

he absolutely fucks up the compliment tho so elliot has no idea if he’s saying he’s bad or not but shane kinda goes “i played when i was younger, but i don’t think i was really made for it. my fingers are too stubby” but elliot kinda goes “what do u mean ur hands are really nice” without thinking and theyre both like !1?2?1?1 but shanes like “bro ur joking. look at ur hands theyre nice and long and slender mine are just made for manual labor” and elliots like 😳 he said my hands are nice but also goes “so? just because I have long fingers doesn’t mean I’m automatically a pro. it’s about nurturing a skill, and using the tools youve got, yknow?” and shanes like damn. thats deep. ofc its gonna be deep its coming from a writer duh dum dum anyway but hes like “…yeah” and they get quiet a bit, before elliot kind of shyly proposes, “were you… interested in getting back into it?” shane pauses and is like, “… why not, beats sitting at home doing nothing on my time off.” so then they have weekly piano lessons where elliot re-teaches the piano to shane and may or may not intentionally brush hands as they practice. *!! (warning: mild kink warning) elliots the kind of teacher that uses positive feedback so shanes sitting here. in his praise kink era like. GODDAMN. DO NOT GET A CHUB. and totes has to hold in shivers when elliot whispers by his ear some instructions >:) elliots surprised at how fast shane picks things up and is actually rlly impressed he remembers alot still and just needs practice, thinks hes pretty intelligent and charming but obvi shane doesnt think the same way ab himself cuz he thinks he’s pathetic and thinks elliot is wayyyy out of his league

GOD and then they also think theyre too old for love (even though i hc them as late 20s, mid 30s) since they both kiiiinda peaked in highschool with shane and his gridball days and elliot as a theatre kid and both had some whirlwind romances at that young age that end terribly and made them jaded about love and their self worth… the way they really open up to each other initially is when they get drunk and talk about their shitty lives like how *!! (warning: mention of death of loved one, unhealthy coping mechanisms) shane lost both his best friends in the same car crash that killed his gridball career by giving him a life changing injury and is dealing with their loss while also trying to take care of jas and give her the life his bffs wouldve wanted for her and hes struggling to even be there for himself let alone her and he feels so insecure about being a father to her and how bad she must feel to have a dad like him and how worthless of a human being he is

or like how elliot was born into a family of overachievers and everyone’s done something. he lives in the shadow of his family’s legacy and he’s so so scared of being mediocre. he’s the second oldest amongst his siblings but he feels like he hasn’t accomplished anything when his siblings are famous actors, researchers, artists, and engineers. his father is a wildly successful entrepreneur and his mother is an astronaut. his uncle is out filming documentaries at the bottom of the ocean and his grandmother revolutionized the textile industry. he has so much to live up to and so little time, he had to run away to a small little town to just… breathe. be himself. of the two, elliot has already began to try to improve himself and how he views his worth, and he helps shane realize the same thing for himself. to not be afraid to ask for help. to not be afraid to admit you need help. to take baby steps. to take a step backwards. to not feel guilty about not be at your best 24/7. non linear healing. and all the while they deepen their bond they fall deeper in love and it all culminates when they get caught outside the rain together near the library and just… lean in. 👀

GOD I LOVE THEM

[charlenefrl]

Let's deal with one more book with The lion of Macedon, from David Gemmell! Review below the cut!

The Lion of Macedon is probably one of the most famous books on this list, with over five thousands ratings on Goodreads. The book was published in the nineties and I feel like it explains some of the... oddities of this book. This is a fantasy book, so be reading for magical shenanigans.

The main character of the book is Parmenion, which is a good thing because it's not Alexander, an okay thing because the character is tolerable, and a bad thing because Oh Gods he is SO overpowered. Like really, for a man with such a bland personnality, he really is the Death of Nation, the guy who singlehandly wins every major battle that was during his lifetime.

Pro of having Parmenion as a main character: the story starts earlier than most, with a whole arc in Thebes, as well as plenty of time devoted to Philippos at the start of his reign. We also get three "love" stories for Parmenion and I mostly found them extremely boring and borderline cringy. Gemmell didn't write the worst female characters, but they aren't the best either. Let's just say that "he tried".

I have very mixed feelings about this book. It was highly enjoyable, but sometimes it was enjoyable for the wrong reasons, and it also has a very... strange arc, that honestly cracks me up.

So let's start with why I think this book is weird.

I like character development. As a reader and an author, what hooks me is characters. And wowwww some of the caracters get weird at time.

Let's illustrate this with Philip and his boyfriend of Schrödinger : there is a character called Nikanor (I think, I'm not sure, tbh he wasn't much of a character). We first see him through Philip's eyes, who just stares at this guy for two seconds and that's it (actually, I'm now wondering if there wasn't some gay stuffs cut at the end of the scene, you'll see why). Then, a few scenes later, we get a moment when Philip is fighting a guy and we get the really weird sentence that this guy looks like Nikanor but he still doesn't hesitate and engages him in combat.

I was like "uuuuuh weird. But then, a few scenes after that, another character says that this guy is Philip's lover. And I was like HOW ? We got several scenes from Philip's POV, with this guy in the scene, and this guy was NEVER his lover in these scenes??? Then, a few chapters after that, we get another character talking with Nikanor, about how he's not the king's favorite anymore... But dude, he never was ? I mean, did Philip have a boyfriend without being aware ? Was there some gay stuffs in there that got cut because it's the 90s and somehow, they didn't get rid of everything? IDK but it was weird.

There are moments when the characters just ignore extremely important stuffs. While it's usually not true for Parmenion, everyone else (starting with Philip who really, is the most forgiving king ever) seems to keep forgetting they just lived very traumatic and/or important things, such as saving each other's lives, killing their own evil twin, or that demons are plotting against Alexander. Philip is both very smart and extremely dumb, they all fall for the worst plots, such as Philip growing super paranoid for no reasons and then everyone understanding he's been manipulated by demons, but I mean dudes, it's like the tenths time demons have tried mindcontrolling people, how come this still surprises you?

The book does have really interesting moments. However, more often than not, I feel like Gemmell doesn't give enough time for the drama to sink in. I'll keep talking about Philip because why not, but there a really interesting moment when he's told his brother died and he can try for the throne. The interesting part is that at first, he thinks that he doesn't want to be king, and it would be an interesting dilemma for him to struggle a bit about that... but no. He thinks "oh no I'd rather hunt and get drunk and sleep with women" and three lines later he's like "oh okay let's go to Pella and become king".

Well, that was quickly done with! He's then faced with another dilemma, with a friend of him suggestion he kills Amyntas. The scene starts GREAT, with Philip actually going to the child's room ready to kill him, hand on his dagger, and... it's solved in three lines and then he starts chatting and joking witht he mother of the child and everyone seems to forget he just walked in dagger in hand to murder the boy.

Wasted opportunities, really.

Let's move to when the book get wild.

Okay so Alexander is half demon and the host of a dark god who wants to destroy the world. It's sometimes interesting, most of the time it isn't, because it's never subtle. That's not a spoiler, it's written on the cover.

What's not on the cover is Philippos of Macedoyne (in French ; I have no idea how it's called in English, Macedonya ? No idea but it gets an "y" for fantasy's sake, I guess). For some very mysterious reason, Philippos (the evil twin from the fantasy world) is an immortal demon king with an eye of gold that can read minds.

And Philip is somehow the normal somewhat historical guy.

I mean. How do you get wilder than Demon Child Alexander being abducted by the Demonic Immortal Evil Twin of his own father????

Ah and as a end note Bucephalus was Parmenion's horse all along because of course he would be, nothing can exist in this world outside of Parmenion's awesomeness.

What I really feel about this book

One of my most entertaining read of the year, but probably for the wrong reasons. I skipped some parts entirely because of boredom, found some other parts really weird, I was sometimes puzzled, there are a lot of missed opportunities. I did like that we get to see what happens before Alexander and the book can get really fun. It's very fast paced, with a lot of things happening, and it's not scared of being weird and wild. I sometimes felt like it was a gulty pleasure and I did reread some scenes, but I also feel like I was sometimes laughing at the book rather than with the book.

If you are curious about Thebe and the early years of Philip's reign, you'll probably find stuffs in this book. It's pretty easy to find at a low price, so give it a try, if I didn't scare you!

Bucephalus rates Alexander novels

Hollywood pic of Bucephalus, who probably had a cropped mane and looked more like a Spanish pureblood than a Frisian.

Hello mares and foals! These past months, a nice lady read way too many books about Alexander. Here are my advices about which books to avoid and books you should read.

Keep reading below the cut!

MUST READ

I am the great horse (Katherine Roberts): The tale of Alexander told from MY POV so obviously the best book, Five stars.

Bucéphale (Pénélope Jossen): 32 pages of Alexander being very cute with me, that's 100% of the book this author knows her priorities, five stars.

MAYBE

Dancing with the Lion: Becoming: The story of Alexander the Great, before his rise (Jeanne Reames): I have no POV in this and had to read it twice to decide that Hephaistion's horse having a personnality is worth some stars. I am not sure about the part where Hephaistion is riding me, I don't want people to think I can actually be nice. I'll give it two stars because we see a lot of horses.

The lion's cub (L. M. Zorn): I am the one who started the love story between Alexander and Hephaistion so it does deserves some stars, also Hephaistion has named horses and I like to have friends!

Lord of the two lands (Judith Tarr): I have no POV in this and the only horse that shows up has bad manners, but it has a cat and for some reason you humans like cats.

The Lion of Macedon (David Gemmell): One star for me getting an origin story but I'll take it back because it's a FALSE origin story.

The virtues of war (Steven Pressfield): I don't show up a lot but when I do I'm the best, that deserves one star.

AVOID A change of fate (Melissa Scott): I have no scene in this and die offscreen at the beginning of the book, NO STAR.

Hisutorie (Hitoshi Iwaaki): This is a manga about Eumenes so of course I don't show up a lot. I am very puzzled by Alexander and Hephaistion being the same person and I have to give zero star to Alexander being the most stupid Alexander I ever carried on my back.

Memnon (Scott Oden): I have ONE scene in this. ONE. No point in reading this book.

The golden mean (Annabel Lyon): A book told from Aristotle's POV who, for some reason, isn't paying any attention to me. To me! He's too busy teaching Arrhidaios to do human things, I guess. Zero stars.

The twin soul of Alexander (Lawrence M. Scheier): The boys spend so much time getting laid they don't have any left for ME. I get that having a herd and grooming your mares is important, but so am I!

Archias the exile hunter (The Issos incident and The Siege of Tyr) (Robert Fabbri): Those are short stories but if the author had time for Hephaistion to look pretty, he had time to make me look good! He didn't, zero stars!

I DON'T KNOW

A fire from heaven (Mary Renault): I don't even remember if I show up in this.

Alexander, child of a dream (Valerio Manfredi): I don't know if I show up in this because the woman reading the book did not finish it, according to her it was "the worst Alexander book she ever read" or at least, the most badly written.

Note from the human who actually read those book: The only book on this list that I DON'T recommend is the one from Manfredi. The others are not always well written, but I found something great in each.

If I had to name one favorite, it would be Dancing with the lion, since it's the only one I read twice from the beginning to the end.

[fruggo]

the boys x tough f!reader (part 2)

requested by : @dranonymous

i love this idea and i hope you all enjoy part two! :D here’s part 1 with the original request.

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, dwight is really cute, danny is an asshole, jake is that cute “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope because i say so

𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

you are so cool. like ,,,,,so cool

dwight admires you so much. you just got here and yet you are breaking pyramid head’s ankles—dodging his trail of torment left and right, the killer just can’t touch you.

and how did you feel about everything? terrified, honestly, but nobody would ever be able to tell because you didn’t let it get to you. it was like you had already been here before, because the second you learned how to do something, you had it down no problem. fixing generators came naturally, and you could also run the killer for the whole trial if you had to. teammates could easily rely on you to do whatever needed to be done.

that was what made you and dwight such a powerful duo. from the moment you met, you knew you felt comfortable around this guy. he was sweet, maybe a little timid sometimes, but he knew how to step up and be a leader for everyone despite his fears.

you both knew what to do, and you fit together like a glove. your minds worked in very similar ways, which made communicating that much easier and efficient; the second a decision needed to be made, dwight was on top of it, encouraging the teammates and helping them get on their feet. you were already ahead of them, so dwight would just nod to you, knowing you could do your job well.

of course, there were times when dwight’s anxiety got the better of him, and you had to be the one encouraging him.

dwight hated the hag. despised her. he could not stand her jumpscares when a trap was triggered, he would swear he was about to have a heart attack. he couldn’t admit this at first, but you figured it out when feng min was hooked and dwight stuck to the generator, nervously glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. he always went for the saves, so something was obviously wrong.

“dwight? why don’t you go save her?” you asked, eyeing him from your side of the generator.

he didn’t respond, looking over his shoulder again.

you decided to rescue min, but when you got back, you were going to chew dwight out until he gave you a straight answer.

you crawled up to the hook to avoid triggering a trap and gently lowered min to the ground. the two of you inched away carefully until you were far enough away to patch her wound.

“dwight, get off your ass and answer me,” you demanded (affectionately) once you were back at the generator, which was nearly finished. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes conveyed nervousness in every sense of the word; they darted all around, searching for any incoming danger. this was your first time seeing him like this, so you were confused. was he alright?

“it’s just…the hag,” he started, still fiddling with the wires. “her traps, i can’t…”

oh. was he anxious about the traps?

“i just can’t deal with them,” he finally said with difficulty. that was understandable; when they caught you off guard it definitely made you leap out of your skin.

“dwight, listen,” you said. “you’ve dealt with every other killer in this realm, haven’t you? you’ve bested the nurse, the huntress, micky myers, and even the spirit, who’s a bitch. i know hag’s traps are fucking terrifying, but you’re dwight! you are a leader, and you are good at being a leader. you can get out of here, i promise. and besides, with me here, you have nothing to worry about. i’ll kick that witch’s ass, got it?”

your very inspirational speech got him to smile. you were right, anyways—you could definitely kick the hag’s ass. what could go wrong?

nothing, actually. genuinely nothing went wrong. you took chase for the rest of the trial so that dwight didn’t have to worry about a thing, and everybody escaped with no problem. he didn’t understand how you were so good at evading capture—but perhaps you would tell him about your past eventually. you hadn’t yet decided.

back at the campfire, you and dwight comfortably sat side-by-side, patiently waiting until your next trials.

“thanks,” he said.

“for what?”

“for that very motivational speech you gave me,” he laughed.

you wiped imaginary dust off of your shoulder, giving him a confident smile. “i got your back. and man, that hag lady really is a bitch, huh? i can see why you hate her.”

that comment unintentionally caused one of dwight’s long, angry rants about his least favorite killer, and all you could do was watch him and listen with a soft grin on your lips. you’d never seen him angry before—it was adorable. made you wonder if you should just piss him off for fun sometimes.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

this guy has hella respect for you

you’re independent and easy to teach, and that’s everything he could ask for.

now and then, the other survivors basically gave newbies to jake to teach them everything about the realm—they considered him the expert on all things survival. you were one of those newbies he was forced to take care of.

jake normally hated teaching new survivors more than anything, because it was never his choice and they were all so difficult. but you were different. you were responsible, reliable, and smart, and it made his job so much easier. as time went on, he grew to be quite fond of you.

word eventually got out that the new girl had managed to charm jake out of his “hermit ways,” but he insisted that it was not true (he also disagreed about the “hermit ways” part). it was never spoken of between the two of you, but it definitely floated around in the air waiting to be addressed.

it really couldn’t be ignored any longer. anytime you were seen anywhere within 24 feet of each other, the other survivors would give you looks and wiggle their eyebrows or shoot you a thumbs up—all of which were unwanted. it created a weird tension between you and jake that wasn’t there before, and you really didn’t like it.

you missed when you were first starting out, and jake had just realized how competent you are. those days were fun—he respected you a lot; you could see it in his face when he looked at you. you always knew when he was pleased and when you did stuff right, because he would have the tiniest, most subtle grin on his face, but you could see it, and it made you feel accomplished.

you knew he still respected you, but you had basically jumped the learning curve of the realm and quickly adapted to every killer, every challenge, and every task. how you did it, nobody could ever know. but you were almost sad, because there was kind of no reason for you and jake to spend a lot of time together anymore. if you did, then everybody would freak out for the wrong reasons, and it would ruin your friendship.

so what if you had a few small feelings for him? no one gave a shit—you knew jake probably wouldn’t give a shit. to him, you were just another annoying survivor he was forced to teach. besides, you didn’t have time for that kind of thing.

man, were you wrong, though. he really, really wanted to be around you, but you already knew everything, so he didn’t know what to do to spend time with you. his way of initial bonding was sharing knowledge, but that had already been done, so…what now?

then came the one trial that changed everything.

it was normal at first. the killer, blight, was doing well, so you had to step up your game. one generator was completed and he had 4 hooks on three different people—you were the only one not hooked yet.

he was after you, and you were expertly dodging every rush and swing he threw your way. unfortunately, you accidentally ran to the generator that jake was working on, and things got a little complicated.

when the blight rushed at the wall, then at you, jake ran towards you while you ran towards him—you were both looking over your shoulders—and alas, bonk. you crashed into each other.

oh, no!! how terrible!! looks like jake fell on top of you :/ what an unfortunate situation to be in /s /s /s /s /s

wowwww near proximity ! you’d never been so close before and it was awkward but nice (?)

then you remembered there was a crazy drug addict or whatever over there and he was chasing you, and the moment was ruined. jake quickly rose and pulled you up with him, and you went in opposite directions, both nervous and wide-eyed now.

lol

after that, the trial went quite south. everybody was sacrificed. perhaps the loss could be partly attributed to you and jake avoiding each other like the plague. but who knows, right?

back at the campfire, you began feeling overwhelmed by all the weird stuff happening lately, so you excused yourself to the edge of the woods to have some quiet time to yourself. a few minutes later, jake came to check on you bc he is a fucking gentleman and yes i will die for the “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope. fuck you

it’s slightly awkward at first, but then you start talking like normal and things feel a lot better. a little bit of the tension eases away, but not completely. what the fuck do you do with feelings like this?????

you simply composed yourself as best you could. it would have to do.

now that you felt a little more normal (lie), you trekked back to the campfire to wait for your next trials side-by-side. there was no one you felt more comfortable with or more respected by than jake. he appreciated you for your competency, and that was one of the best things you could ask for.

and to your surprise, jake actually took your hand and laced your fingers with his own. and it felt nice. never in your existence would you have thought he would be okay with displaying public affection, but you smiled up at him and gave his hand a light squeeze.

maybe the entity gave him drugs.

or he just liked you that much. either one would make sense.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny hated you. he really did.

you were so unbothered, so calm, so good at knowing what to do. it really pissed him off.

you got so much attention from the other survivors for your skill and that really pissed him off too. it’s not like you cared or wanted it or anything, but how dare they even touch you when you so clearly belonged to danny?

…who knows wtf that even means. so anyways-

when you realized how much time danny spent chasing you in trials when he should have been patrolling generators, you began to get suspicious. especially when he would take you to the hatch and then close it in your face, watching you die to the entity. he obviously had some kind of beef with you.

you were determined to find out what he had against you, so you began to tease him a bit in chases. your favorite and most frequent phrase was something like, "can't catch me? lil baby man? lil baby? lil baby man gonna cry?" you were really testing your luck with that one, and that's why you loved it.

once, you told him his fly was down, and he actually fell for it, making you nearly keel over in laughter. you got moried without even being hooked after that.

despite the horrors that frequented this place, you were never in a crisis about it. you simply learned what had to be done, and then you did it, much to the chagrin of danny. you had skipped the big "useless baby survivor" phase, and that one was his favorite :( he loved trials with new survivors because it was so easy and fun!

but alas, from the beginning, you were always on top of things, always slamming pallets onto his head or saving teammates with a flashlight.

oh, don't even get him started on your flashlight usage. you were the absolute worst to go against--every pallet stun, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. every time he picks up a survivor, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. you were a bitch with that item.

he finally began to get so fed up with your behavior that he decided you must be taught a lesson. somehow, countless mori and tunneling and camping incidents had not even managed to bother you. you literally did not care. but he had something different in mind this time.

the realm was haddonfield, of course. all of the killers despised this map, and for good reason--you ran danny around the entire neighborhood for three generators. did he have to chase you? no. but he needed to for himself.

he finally caught you in a dead zone, rejoicing to himself as you fell to the ground in defeat. "wow, that was a good chase," you mumbled under your breath, feeling accomplished. one of your best against danny, probably.

you were expecting him to pick you up, but instead he snatched the flashlight from your grasp and chucked it as far away as he could. and before you could protest, he pulled you up to stand again and yanked you towards himself, gripping your wrists so tightly you swore it left bruises.

"what's wrong...lil baby man?" you said with a pout, trying not to laugh. "is baby man angry?"

you were slightly scared if you were being honest, but you couldn't let him know that.

danny sighed. you really didn't know when to stop, did you?

"bitch," he spat, voice dangerously quiet. "cut that shit out."

"what shit?"

he squeezed your arms tighter, provoking an "okay, okay, i get it!" from you.

"do you?"

"sure. what's the worst you could possibly do to me anyways?" after those words left your mouth, you got a weird feeling that the killer was smiling behind his mask.

"listen, uhh, danny, is it?" you said, putting as much nonchalance into your voice as you could. "i just wanna know why you hate me so much. remember that time you closed the hatch in my face? the fuck was that for?"

he frowned at the use of his name but responded regardless, "you're a little bitch, and you deserved that."

you gasped dramatically, feigning offense. "ouch. that one hurt."

"i can make you hurt a lot more," he said darkly. you probably should have been scared, but you just really couldn't take him seriously.

so you laughed. it shouldn't have been funny, but it just was and now you couldn't stop. "you're just--you--i can't--" you wheezed, shaking from the laughter. "i'm sorry, it's really not funny."

danny didn't understand you. anybody else would have been sobbing if he so much as touched them, and here you were acting like it was a joke.

what could he do if you truly were not afraid of him?

perhaps it was time to let it go.

while his guard was down, suddenly you reached above his head and plucked his mask off, revealing his face and continuing your bouts of laughter at his shocked expression.

you threw the mask in the same direction as the flashlight, composing yourself and putting your hands on your hips. "you look pretty nice," you said, nodding.

wow. what the hell was danny supposed to do with you? perhaps the only completely unbothered, completely unserious survivor? he knew you were smart, and you knew what you were doing. he didn't even want to kill you anymore, you were just that fascinating.

that trial ended in you standing at the exit gate, your finger and your thumb in the shape of an L on your forehead. danny couldn’t care less at this point--he was done with your shit. but somehow he still liked you, and this definitely would not be the last time you saw him without his mask.

[spicysagittarius]

you’re a little bit just like me

chapter two: you wanna sing with me tonight

He didn’t mind them now, not with the way Michelle couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of them. The look in her eyes was causing his jeans to feel tight, and he was about two seconds away from asking her if she —

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Michelle asked bluntly. Before he could even register her question, he was nodding furiously and taking her hand to lead her out the door.

*this chapter is nsfw: further warnings under the cut!!*

warnings: explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones, choking, light degradation, manhandling, rough sex, facefucking, explicit language

chapter one / chapter three

Peter grinned as he watched his best friend who was currently across the room with his fiancé singing along to Billy Joel on the jukebox. They’d originally gone to this nice restaurant near the beach, but then Betty had one too many glasses of wine and insisted that they go to a rundown bar near the hotel. And who were they to disagree with the bride?

Michelle currently sat next to him, sipping a gin and tonic. They’d ordered the same drink at the same time and watching her get tipsy but remaining completely sober himself - when they’d had the same amount of alcohol - was stressing Peter out. Rightfully so. Michelle might be tipsy, but she was now eyeing him suspiciously over her glass.

Please don’t say anything, he thought. Please don’t say anything. Please don’t —

“Your tolerance is high.”

Fuck.

He shrugged in a way that he prayed came off as casual. “I-“

“Too high.”

Double fuck.

Peter just laughed the comment off, wondering why he was even sweating. It’s not like she should be suspicious. He supposed his nerves had to do with the fact that he’d only known Michelle a day and he could already tell she was incredibly observant.

Being Spider-Man, his tolerance went from about three drinks to around ten. It didn’t completely erase his ability to get drunk, but it did make it pretty difficult. He’d only ever gotten drunk once. And that’s what he told Michelle.

Not the Spider-Man bit, of course.

“Ten drinks?” Her eyes widened and she furrowed her brows incredulously.

“Ten drinks.”

“I’ve never been drunk.” Michelle quietly admitted. “Just tipsy.”

“Me either. I mean, there was this one time that—“

“We should get drunk, loser!” Her mood visibly took a 180 as the mischievous grin on her face nearly split it in half.

Peter, embarrassingly enough, found himself giggling at her excitement. God, she was so much more fun when she wasn’t sober. Not in, like…he didn’t mean that in a creepy way, of course. He just meant that her not being an asshole was kind of nice. “My wallet’s gonna take a hit, but, like, deal!” He grinned back.

And so, they got drunk.

Well.

Almost.

Because of Peter’s tolerance, they remained at the bar much longer than they’d originally planned. Betty and Ned, giggling off their asses, had gone back to the hotel an hour ago. Ned had shot Peter the same look he’d always give him when he was around a girl - that ‘way to go man, you got this, go get laid!’ kind of look. He would care if he wasn’t determined to somehow beat Michelle at this unspoken challenge of theirs.

A game with, truly, no real winners.

He watched Michelle as she sipped on her fourth gin-and-tonic, slurping up the remaining alcohol at the bottom of the glass. Glancing down at the cup in front of him, he realised that he’d just finished his tenth drink. And god, was he feeling it.

“God, I’m like.. I’m like DRUNK drunk.” Michelle grinned, giving him a little eye roll to imitate the dizziness that overtook the both of them. “Wooooow.”

“Wowwww,” he mocked playfully. To no fault of his own, of course, he found himself giving her constant once-overs, noticing that she’d removed the flannel she’d arrived in and now sat before him in a white tank top. She’d spilled a bit of cocktail on it about two drinks ago, and for some reason, the damp fabric added to how sexy she looked already. Not that he thought she was sexy. He was drunk. He had an excuse.

Throughout the last half hour or so, he’d also noticed Michelle checking him out every so often. With each drink, the look in her eyes appeared more and more hungry, more wanton. But maybe it was a trick of the light.

To be fair, he had taken off his own jacket, and the t-shirt he had underneath just so happened to be from high school, so it stretched across his chest and biceps just enough to show off his toned torso without being overtly small on him. When they’d first arrived, he’d cursed himself for not looking as put together as he would have liked - not only with the shirt, but since he didn’t have time to run gel through his hair, his curls sat messy and free.

He didn’t mind them now, not with the way Michelle couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of them. The look in her eyes was causing his jeans to feel tight, and he was about two seconds away from asking her if she —

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Michelle asked bluntly. Before he could even register her question, he was nodding furiously and taking her hand to lead her out the door.

Time had passed since they’d left the bar, but Peter was unable to figure out how much. Honestly, he couldn’t process anything besides Michelle’s hands in his hair, the feel of her soft lips against his, and how smooth her skin felt under her tank top as he gripped her hips tightly, forcing her against the door of their hotel room.

“Fuck me,” She whined, kicking the back of his thigh with the leg he’d positioned around him.

“Say please,” he teased drunkenly. The look on her face, though, didn’t match his humorous tone. He watched her gulp, looking down at his lips again.

“You gonna make me earn it, or something?” The question sounded unintentionally husky, exposing her need. Trying to sound more nonchalant, she tried chuckling. “Kinky freak.”

Her sarcastic insults had never sounded weaker.

“That’s right.” He replied, smirking. “You gonna be good for me?”

He’d forgotten how cocky, how irreverently filthy large amounts of alcohol made him. Shit.

She squirmed desperately against his crotch before nodding. Peter smirked, raising a thumb to her mouth. Obediently, Michelle wrapped her lips around it, hollowing her cheeks for him.

“Such a good girl.”

That made her moan around his thumb. He ground the bulge in his pants against her, then withdrew his thumb to grab her wrist. He led her to the bed before reaching unprompted for the button on her jeans. Michelle watched him quietly undo them, lust fogging her eyes so visibly it nearly pushed him to the edge after one glance.

“Take them off.” He ordered.

She did.

“Get on your knees.”

She did.

He wrapped a hand around her loose curls, pulling them into an unruly ponytail. Such a gentleman.

“Suck my cock.”

Oh, she did.

He quickly undid his jeans, forcing them along with his boxer briefs down to his knees with one hand, the other pushing her head towards his recently freed cock. Michelle didn’t hesitate — she never did, so he didn’t know why it surprised him when she took as much of his length as she could in her mouth in one go. Peter grunted, watching her deepthroat him as best she could, tears springing to her eyes at the struggle of it.

“Good fucking girl. Yeah, take more of it. There you go.” His words were clearly a turn on for her, and she grew more and more enthusiastic with each filthy, condescending sentence he spat at her.

“Take it, baby. Take it, take, it, yes! Fuck!” Peter now had both hands knotted in her hair as he bobbed her head for her on his cock. Michelle would moan around him every so often, thighs squeezing together. The sight made him snicker. “Does me fucking your face get you wet, Michelle?”

She did her best to nod as he kept up the pace. Squeezing her thighs together again, she made eye contact with him, and Peter groaned loudly at the pleading look she gave him.

He pulled out of her mouth and helped her off her knees. Michelle looked fucked out, to say the least, and he ran a few fingers across her lips to collect some of the precum and saliva that had gathered there. “Did so good for me.”

Beyond the lust and want she displayed so visibly, a blush formed on her cheeks at the praise. Noted, Peter thought.

“Want you,” she murmured, licking her lips. Fuck. “Want you in me.”

Peter may have been drunk, but god, if those words didn’t make him feel both completely sober and more euphoric than he’d ever felt in his life.

“Me too,” he admitted. Regaining his momentarily lost cockiness, he shrugged. “Gonna have to wait, though.”

“Why?”

“I wanna feel you cum for me first.”

“Oh, okay.” She grinned. He grinned back.

“Just like that? No objections?”

“None, your honour.” She was giggling. Did he just make her giggle?

Still smirking, Peter tapped the bed. “Sit.”

She did. Ever his obedient toy.

Peter grasped her forearms and forced her back against the mattress, her legs still hanging off the bed. He leaned over her, making sure he could see her face as he dragged his fingers from her ankle up to her hip, torturously slow. Swiping three fingers through her heat, he wasted no time before working them inside her, watching her gasp as she held eye contact with him. “Peter…” She keened.

“Yeah?” His fingers began to fuck into her, picking up their lazy pace to a more insistent one.

“God… oh my god, Peter.” Her hips jerked off the bed after a particularly angled thrust, and his free hand moved to hold them helplessly to the mattress. That way, Michelle was no match against his enhanced strength as he consistently curled his fingers inside her.

“You like that, baby?”

“God!” She gasped. “Don’t call me baby.”

“Oh, yeah? What should I call you?” He was fucking into her at a rough pace now, his thumb reaching up to torture her swollen nub.

Michelle turned her head away from him, squeezing her eyes shut.

He didn’t like that.

“Hey — uh uh.” Peter tsked, the hand on her hip moving upwards to wrap itself around her neck instead. He rearranged himself between her legs so that his body kept her pinned to the bed — rendering her unable to escape the onslaught of blinding pleasure. So much pleasure it bordered on pain.

The hand around her neck moved her head to face him again. “Open your fucking eyes, Michelle.”

She did.

Good girl.

“What do I call you instead?” Peter asked, the question presenting more forcefully than he’d intended. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Dunno,” She moaned weakly. His fingers, now at four instead of three, grew even more persistent.

“Doll? Angel?” The suggestions earned quick shakes of her head.

“What, then?” He fucked into her even faster, hearing her cry out in shock. “Want something dirtier? What if I called you my little fucktoy? Told you how wrecked you look right now?”

At that, Michelle cried out, and he could feel her clench around his hand.

Jackpot.

Feeling how close she was, he decided to egg her on a bit more. “Fuck, Michelle. Look like a mess, all spread out for me, yeah? And you’re so fucking wet… making such a sloppy mess between your legs. Needy little slut.”

Jackpot again.

Michelle hit her high with a gasp, eyes rolling back and hips fighting against his strength, begging to buck up instinctively. Peter felt a gush of fluid around his fingers, and the grip on her neck tightened slightly as he watched her squirt all over his hand and lower torso.

He worked her through her orgasm, knowing it was over when her thighs shook and collapsed, spread open for him. Fuck, she was pretty.

So pretty that his cock had leaked more precum than it ever had, and Peter found himself humping the bed on instinct. Like a damn animal.

God, he was going to fuck her up.

Michelle’s eyes had shut through her orgasm, and they remained that way until he dragged his cock through her sloppy cunt once, then twice. He watched her eyes flutter open and a whimper leave her swollen lips. “Peter.”

“Still want it?”

She nodded immediately. “Fuck, yes.”

He shot her a smile, trying not to make it too personal. Deciding to watch his cock instead of her tempting, pleading eyes, he grunted as he slid inside her deliciously. She was so incredibly wet, so goddamn flooded, that his entire length was enveloped immediately, something he’d never experienced before. The spiderbite had enhanced a lot of things, but one that he’d found particularly helpful in regards to his sex life was the… growth, per say, that it’d given him. Muscles, yeah, but he’d gotten used to giving girls a necessary amount of time to adjust to his size before being able to fuck them.

Not Michelle, and not after that stunning orgasm.

Peter remained standing as he began to fuck into her, watching her eyebrows furrow and her jaw to drop. Through her drunken and fucked out state, she managed a, “how are you so… fuck! so hung?”

He just smirked before pounding into her, shutting up any further inquiries. He gripped her calves, in the air on either side of his muscled form, and held them fast to each bicep. As he leaned forward to fuck into her from a better angle, her knees bent and he found himself admiring the fact that he’d practically folded her in half. He was the reason she looked too fucked out to form words; the reason she couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it, spread out and messy for him. His little toy.

“Feel good?” He asked, half for his ego and half for continuous consent.

“Yeah.” The small whine, paired with another clench of her inner muscles around him, satisfied Peter enough to lean down and devour her neck with open mouthed kisses as he hammered into her harder still.

“So fucking sexy,” he muttered into her ear between kisses. “So tight. So needy. You’re so fucking hot, Michelle.”

Her eyes fluttered open as she watched him, the only sounds leaving her being stuttering breaths and the occasional loud shriek if he changed the angle. “Did I fuck you quiet, Em? Fuck you dumb and speechless? Don’t tell me you’re one of those sluts who gets all helpless and whiny when you got a cock in front of you. You are, though, aren’t you?”

She let out a loud gasp as he gripped her hips to angle them completely off the bed, hitting her spot with every thrust.

“Gotta be the tightest pussy I’ve fucked. Most obedient one, too. Fuck — so obedient. Needy, though. Shit!”

He lifted her even further off the bed, her body tilted firmly downwards as her head and shoulders remained uselessly on the surface. “Peter,” she panted weakly. “Gonna cum,”

Thank god. He’d been holding off his own orgasm since the second he slid home. “Do it, Em. Cum for me. Right now.”

Oh, she did.

She was so fucking beautiful.

Barely any noise escaped her, but he could tell her silence was due to an overwhelming climax rather than anything else. Her orgasm triggered his, and Peter found himself experiencing the most intense high he’d ever felt in his twenty-one years of life.

Fucking unreal.

After he’d summoned the strength to lift himself off and out of her, he was quick to find one of the hotel’s washcloths and wet it with warm water. The first thing he saw upon reentering the bedroom was Michelle, who’d turned on her side and continued her heaving breaths.

“Michelle,” he whispered.

“Mmm.”

“Gonna clean you up. Get you ready for bed.” He’d sobered up a bit, but since her tolerance didn’t match his enhanced one, it was obvious she remained drunk.

“‘Kay.” She sighed, turning back over for him. Peter smiled softly as he ran the cloth over her, and if he was completely sober, he’d probably wonder why he was putting so much care into it.

But he wasn’t. So he didn’t.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he carefully picked her up and moved her up the bed; onto the expensive sheets before tucking her in. Throughout the process, she watched him with softened eyes, and Peter almost wondered if she wasn’t as drunk as she seemed. Almost.

“Thank you, Peter.” The whisper left her almost silently.

He smiled, nodding and collapsing next to her.

Another thing sober Peter would’ve done, let it be known, would be to torture himself with the mere thought of the consequences that came with sleeping with someone like Michelle. But alas, sober Peter was a night’s sleep away, and he passed out without another thought.

[xiaosmoon]

hello! i loved ur college au, so can i request that but for zhongli and kaeya pls? thank you!

the boys as your college roommate pt.2

pairings: zhongli & kaeya x gn!reader ft.hu tao (afab reader for kaeya)

content/warnings: fluffyyy, mentions of a seance. mentions of sex for kaeya's but no actual intercourse between the reader & kaeya

a/n: i got carried away with zhongli... ehe *ghost busters theme song*

-> zhongli

moving in with zhongli was an absolute delight. he was so respectful of your space and even helped you study!

you weren't really surprised to find out he was a history major. it's practically almost all he talked about, not that you minded.

today he came home with the biggest smile plastered on his face and pamphlet in hand. "there's a new history exhibit opening up around campus. i heard it's about the town's local history and war from over 800 years ago. uh if you'd like, we can go together?" and who were you to say no?

you knew this wasn't a date or anything, just two friends hanging out! because that's what friends do, right? once you and zhongli arrived, you both decided to go with a tour guide because even zhongli didn't know much about the town's history. "and this exhibit over here ladies and gentlemen tells you about the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" the tour guide gave his worst ghostly impression.

you chuckle and turn to zhongli, who didn't seem as amused. "zhongli? you don't really believe in the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" you gave your best mimic of the tour guide. he's eyes remains fixated on the small replica of the house. "hmm, i'm not sure. i am confused on why it would be in a history museum."

"well my friend, whitmore was a brave general during the war. he unfortunately got ambushed in his own home. legend has it you can still hear his screaming coming from his bedroom!" the tour guide made another ghostly mimic before leaving. that sent chills up your spine. "eugh, how awful." you crossed your arms. the distaste in your voice was very evident, so zhongli and you both decided to move on to the next exhibit.

later that night while you guys were deciding on what to have for dinner, there was very loud knocking sound at the door. "i'll get it." when you opened the door, you were met with an overly excited hu tao. she was bouncing on her toes with a up to no good grin.

"hu tao? i wasn't expecting you. come on in." you open the door wider and she makes a bee line for the couch. "weeee have plans tonight." she announces plopping down next to zhongli. "we do? i wasn't aware." zhongli raises his eyebrows.

hu tao was a good friend of zhongli's. although you didn't know her too well, you liked her spirit. "ohhh yes we do! we're having a seance at whitmore's house." her smile only grew wider. speaking of spirits. you on the other hand collapsed on the couch. "a seance? at a haunted house? you can count me out." you shiver. zhongli wanted to say he was surprised, but he really wasn't. hu tao was the president of the occult club after all.

"will it just be us?" zhongli's interest was piqued. "mmm no. a few of my club members will be joining us but i wanted to invite the two of you as well! i know you guys went to the museum today so i thought you'd be interested!" the way hu tao's eyes sparkled at this was a bit concerning.

you sigh, nibbling on your bottom lip in deep thought. oh, what the hell. it's not like you believe in this ghosts anyway. you slam your palms on the coffee table and stand up abruptly, making zhongli and hu tao flinch. "let's go catch some ghosts!"

now what the hell were you thinking?! the weather was freezing, and dark clouds painted the night, showing signs of a thunderstorm. you were shaking in your boots standing outside of the haunted house. if you can even call it that. it was more of an abandoned manor. a gate surrounded the property so it was a hassle to get to get in.

zhongli noticed your shaking, so he held your hand. you look up at him and he just shoots you a comforting smile. your body begins to shake less. "alright everyone, are we ready?" hu tao turns around to look at everyone. you all nod and follow hu tao inside. the atmosphere inside wasn't helping your nerves. the wallpaper was tearing from the walls, stains of water damaged, missing floorboards, and- was that a blood stain?

you must've clenched zhongli's hand too tight because he started rubbing his thumb across your intertwined hands to help calm you down. okay, deep breaths y/n. you can do this. besides, it's not like ghosts actually exist, right?

"wowwww look at this place! how about we explore for a bit? we can split up and meet up later here!" hu tao suggested. you were about to protest, but zhongli was already leading you away from the rest of the group. "is this really safe?" you ask him barely loud enough.

"don't worry. i'm here with you. and if you get too uncomfortable, i'm sure hu tao will understand that we had to leave." his words brought you enough comfort to keep your legs walking. you clung to zhongli's side as you explored the eerie hallway with nothing but a dim flashlight. "i wonder which room was his." zhongli mumbled mindlessly. your body tensed up at his statement and you shook your head. "i'm sure hu tao is on the hunt for it." you tried to joke, but the fear building up in the pit of your stomach was just too much.

the gods were definitely against you. the flashlight zhongli was holding had gone out. "oh great. good thing we have our phones." you reached out for your phone in your pocket and hastily turned the flashlight on. "oh, seems like i forgot my phone. let's find hu tao."

for the rest of the night, your hand never left zhongli's. even when you heard a ghoulish scream coming from the upper level

-> kaeya

being roommates with kayea was very, well, exhilarating. he wasn't a terrible roommate but he was totally a fuckboy. you had to set boundaries when you heard unwanted noises coming from him and his friends on the other side of your wall almost every night.

he apologized for his behavior and promised to never let it happen again. until it did.

it was midnight and you were awoken by the very evident sex noises coming from kaeya's room. it had to have been his 3rd person this week. he thought he was being slick by sneaking his links over while you were fast asleep. you were finally going to put a stop to this.

deciding enough was enough, you angrily rip off the blanket on your body and shuffle into your bunny slippers. you march over to kaeya's room and knock very loudly on his door. "kaeya my love, is everything alright. seems like quite a ruckus in there. i'm coming in."

without shame, you open up the door wide to find kaeya and his flavor of the week hiding under his covers. well, time to put your acting skills to use. "oh! kaeya! what's this? how could you! even after i told you about our baby just yesterday?! what am i suppose to do now? i can't deal with this!" you burst out into the fakest tears kaeya has ever seen. kaeya had the most horrific expression on his face. the girl beside him was disgusted. she slapped kaeya, "you told me you were single! your s/o is pregnant! you disgusting man." she grabbed all of her clothes littered on the floor and left the place almost like she was never there.

as soon as she left, you wiped away your fake tears. "what a performance am i right? i'll make a great movie star in the future." kaeya clenched his bedsheets closer to his body and looked at you like he's seen a ghost. "what the hell was that? what did you-" "i told you specifically not to bring anymore of your hookups to our shared dorm. this isn't just your space, kaeya." you crossed your arms and squinted your eyes. he huffed and fell back on his bed. "yeah but did you have to be so dramatic about it? now everyone's gonna think you're pregnant with my baby."

oh. you didn't even think about that. "that's a problem for later. right now i need you to seriously promise me no more hookups. i'm getting tired." kaeya propped himself on his elbows. he knows he was being unfair and totally disrespectful. it was your place too and he shouldn't keep up his antics. "okay. i promise. i swear this time. i'm sorry."

and so he really did keep his promise. in fact, his hookups in general became less and less prominent, until he stopped hooking up with people at all. why? well because he developed feelings for you. he never planned on it, but it kinda just happened.

he realized his feelings when you first brought a date over to your dorm. he didn't like the way you flirted with them and how you laughed at all of their jokes. they should be laughing at my jokes, he thought.

so after that, he began dropping hints that he liked you. of course you never picked up on them. kaeya being a flirt was a normal thing. so it only made sense for you to not pick up what he was putting down.

but kaeya was determined. he was determined to make you his. he just needed a little push.

[charnelhouse]

So I just read the wys chapter. I’d like to share my thoughts on this amazing book. You know at first glance seeing faire being looked after financially by these men and having them at her disposal seems fun. They’re hot, she’s hot, they’re rich and she gets whatever she wants. But after reading this chapter I realize that this house is slowly becoming a prison for faire. I feel her frustration and her sadness. She’s said a lot but she hasn’t said enough all. I teared up for her because In some distant way I relate to how stifled she is, despite having everything. She has no where to go and that’s been ingrained in her since she was a kid. Her mother filled her with doubts and worry. She’s yet to find herself. Plus—not being able to escape Santi and Frankie fucking random women. Having to be subjected to that while running out of vices to calm herself. Apart of me just wishes she would tell Santi “ I need serious help” or “ I think I need to talk to somebody” or “ I need more than this” but realizing that …that language/ vocabulary isn’t apart of their world. I’m very frustrated for her and a weird part of me is starting to resent the guys. Don’t get me wrong I still fuck with them and I enjoy the book. But this chapter was a bit of an eye opener. Seeing faire reaching out to Liam and baron and trying to grasp some sort of stability or trying to forget what she feels. Bottom line, she just lost she mother and this can’t be sustainable for her. Plus her mothers death left unanswered question and she’s stuck in memories that she’s never gotten apologies for. My heart aches for faire and in a way…I’m angry for faire. Usually I avoid angst because it hits too close to home. But dammit charnel…you make it hurt SO good. 😭 Thankyou.

wowwww i loved this whole comment!!

i'm genuinely really relieved to see people sympathize with Faire and pity her in a lot of ways. Sometimes I think we are much harder on our female characters and there's always that feeling of "get it together".

i remember LOATHING the mc in Girl on the Train because she was such a mess.

I think that she's certainly living a fantasy anyone would want, but she's also mentally and emotionally unwell and that just doesn't disappear even if you have all of these things that seem wonderful.

i think she also is dealing with a lot of the trauma that her mother left her with. she's upset at the direction her life took. she feels like she's capable of more, but unable to do it or voice it.

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Wind Rose in the Clouds by PaidSubscription

Wowwww - this was such a great story!!!! One of the longest WangXian fics I have read and I absolutely loved it! There was so much character growth, relationship growth, and drama. The pacing was perfect and the gazillions of hilarious interactions made the balance between light-hearted and heavy just right.

I am in awe… ❤️

Quotes:

“Well, Lan Zhan… you have lots of things to deal with. I didn’t want to be all in your space and working on this kind of all-consuming complicated thing and I’m messy and there’ll be notes everywhere and sometimes my best ideas come in the middle of the night and it’s just… my process is chaos. And you’re…not chaos.”

Lan Zhan furrowed his brow and looked away. His voice was quieter. “If you want alternative quarters, I can arrange them.”

Shit. That is not what he meant. 

“No!” he blurted. Lan Zhan’s gaze snapped back to him. “I…well, I think better with you around, and I need your input, so you can do what you’re already doing right now and tell me when I’m being stupid….”

Lan Zhan searched his face. Wei Wuxian found him blinding like this, eyes boring into his, and resisted the urge to blink too much.

“I want you with me.” Lan Zhan stated it without a trace of embarrassment.

Wei Wuxian’s breath hitched. “Oh. Well okay then.”

“So you will stay for winter?”

Wei Wuxian nodded in a daze, dumbfounded. This was not how he had planned things at all.

Lan Zhan gave a single nod of satisfaction, turning and continuing on gracefully like he hadn’t just argued his way from a week to three months using mostly just Wei Wuxian’s own words and some judgemental stares.

————

If he was being honest, holding Wei Ying like this was painful in other ways. Doing so while he was injured and cold was difficult enough, but the real pain came from knowing just how much he wanted to hold him like this always, only with him well and actually wanting to be in his arms. 

These were dangerous thoughts. 

It was a Lan principle to not covet what you do not have, another said not to expect more from people than they can give. It was important to look at everything he had with Wei Ying now and be content. He had thought that he could be. But it was starting to not be enough. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying’s voice was croaky against his chest.

“Wei Ying?”

Wei Ying was silent, and not moving, though he was breathing better and his skin felt warm to the touch.

“Lan Zhan, am I naked?” he said, voice quiet and odd.

Lan Wangji sighed. “Yes. I am sorry. All of your clothes were wet, and you passed out. I had to get you warm and skin to skin was… the most efficient.”

Wei Ying remained silent for a while. Lan Wangji wondered if he should let go and allow Wei Ying his dignity, but before he made a move, Wei Ying cleared his throat.

“I did not expect to end up naked in a cave with you today.”

————

Sizhui had a moment of obvious surprise when Lan Zhan opened the door looking, by his standards, positively dishevelled. Graciously, he hid his expression quickly, stifling a smile as he stepped inside and greeted them both warmly.

His gaze lingered on a puffy and swollen-faced Wei Wuxian in his bed as he realised with horror that there were two very obvious person-shaped impressions in the sheets and hurriedly shifted to the middle of the bed, thumping the sheets as he went. “I…got crumbs in here.” 

Sizhui glanced at Lan Zhan’s bed, which had no pillow on it, and looked back to Wei Wuxian’s, which had two. 

Shit.

“Mn,” said Sizhui, taking after his annoying father.

E, 202k

Summary:

Lan Zhan slowed and came to a complete halt in the grass.

“You just changed everything, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian scoffed. “I… wait, what?”

“This changes everything.”

“What do you mean everything?” Wei Wuxian was utterly bewildered.

“Everything. Sects will find evil spirits before they hurt people.”

—

OR: After his travels, Wei Wuxian brings a game-changing invention to Cloud Recesses. Working on it with Sizhui and Jingyi, he begins to heal slowly from the memories and nightmares of his first life, and work through the feelings he never acted on. Lan Wangji is patient, though he has his own burdens to deal as a father, brother, and cultivator.

But someone wants to stop Wei Wuxian at all costs. There are surprises waiting in the memories of his own past. And Lan Qiren has secrets.

A canon-expanding, plot hole filling, heart mending fic with fluff, Junior antics...and some unexpected twists 💞🐇

[livelovelaug-h]

Hellish, Jealous

Steven Hyde x reader t70ss

Request for anon: Hiya! So hyped that you're starting to write for That 70's show Haha if it's possible can I please request a hyde x plus size!reader (or just Reader) where they're really affectionate and hyde gets jealous because R is really cuddly with Fez too? Thank you so much and I cant wait to read your other work!💗

a/n: hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!! sorry it took so long to make!! Thanks again 4 the request & send more if you want. Thank you for wanting to read my stories, best message ever. Much love! ❤️

Thursday, 1979 1:00pm

Eric forman's basement

You were sitting watching TV with your legs over Hyde's that were on the table, while Fez and Eric played some card game. It was a cute little flirtatious thing you and Hyde did: pretending that the other one was taking the space on the table, shoving at each other's legs, which then always ended up with you laying your legs over his letting him "win".

After about 20 minutes Jackie walked in: "Hey y/n, ready to go dress shopping for the wedding?"

"Ugh. I think I'm just going to wear a really nice jumpsuit or something, I hate dresses." You said taking your legs off of Hydes.

"Why do you hate wearing dresses, y/n?" Fez asked.

You: "because I gained some weight and I'm not skinny like everyone else so it's not going to look good, they never do."

"What are you talking about?? You're gorgeous. You have curves, every man's weakness. I love your body."

"I know you meant that in a non creepy way, so thank you fez." You gave Fez a kiss on the cheek, making Hyde shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"See you guys later."

The rest of the gang caught up with you guys at the mall 2 hours later to buy some tuxedos and more flowers.

Hyde: "Hey where's y/n and Fez?"

Jackie: "well y/n was crying in the changing area again, so Fez was helping her calm down. I couldn't take it anymore, she was ruining the good mood for trying on clothes."

Hyde walked into the changing area and saw fez holding your hands, you spoke up: "Thanks fezzie, you really know how to make me feel better." you hugged him and it seemed more intimate than usual, so Hyde took off. Generally you would always flirt or cuddle with Fez when he did it first but something about it lately just doesn't sit well with Hyde.

In the circle

"Jealous? Nah man. don't be ridiculous forman. I just think Fez might like her now, he's starting to make the real moves."

"Maybe because you took so long to make a move dude. She deserves someone who can finally make a move. Oo or bust a move, which Fez can also do. I vote for Fez." Donna says getting super excited.

"I wanna say Burn but I just don't wanna rub it in more man you seem pretty upset. Just kidding! DOUBLE BURN!"

"Whatever you guys, it's no big deal okay.….. so I found out there's this car that runs on water man-"

Eric, Donna, Kelso: "shut up with that story."

Eric's living room

8:00pm

You walked into the living room only to see Hyde watching TV alone. "Hey Hyde, whats up?"

"Nothing much man. What's up with you?"

"Just got back from meeting a friend at the hub."

"Surprised Fez wasn't with you." He whispered.

"What ??"

"Oh nothing I'm just tired I'm gonna head to bed."

"Really at this hour?"

"Yeah all that shopping wore me out."

"Oh… okay good night then."

"Night."

You turned to the TV but you couldn't really focus since you knew Hyde was acting different. Was he mad at you? So you went over to Donna's. "Plus nothing good is on" You said to yourself.

~~

"I just don't know why he's being like this, I mean who sleeps at 8:00pm??"

She just made a weird face and shrugged.

"Why did you make that face? Oh my god you know something! Tell meee."

"no I don't!"

"Donna! This is serious."

"fine okay look, Eric told me that Hyde is jealous because of how you and Fez have been lately and it makes sense to me."

"Hyde doesn't get jealous. Plus Fez and I haven't done anything, it was just a kiss on the cheek earlier pretty normal stuff."

"Yeah but it was also in the changing area. You two were holding hands and Hyde saw."

"but it was just because I was -"

"Crying yeah and you didn't go to Hyde like you normally do."

"Oh… wow you're right. I didn't think he would care though. Hyde doesn't know what to do when a girl is crying."

"Maybe but just go and talk to him about it, make him feel special again, so he can act like normal." You both giggled but you quickly stopped.

"I can't."

"Why not??" You raised your eyebrows, making a face in a 'do you even need to ask?' kind of way.

Gasping she says: "Because you like him. I knew it!!!"

"Of course I do Donna, have you seen him? I can't talk to him about why I was crying. That'll make me look stupid and weak."

"I don't think Hyde will see you in those ways. He's always made you feel better when you were down. It'll be fine."

"Thanks Donna, you're the best. I'll talk to him tomorrow! So how's Eric doing with the whole no more sex thing??"

"Well you know he still tries all the time to make me say yes."

"Like he said before everything gets him horny. He'll be fine." You both laughed.

~~~

NEXT AFTERNOON

12:00 pm, Eric's kitchen

Hyde was putting his plate in the sink, Kelso was at the fridge, and you and Fez were sitting at the table; Eric & Donna just left the room with Jackie, to talk about more wedding stuff.

You: "hey fez I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie tonight?"

"Really with you? Yes of course."

"Great!" You watched hyde the whole time.

"Hyde do you wanna come along tonight?"

"No i'm, um working."

"We can wait till tomorrow."

"I work late then too." You narrowed your eyes as he speaks kinda coldly. After that Hyde left the room, so you followed him out.

"What's wrong jealous?''

''Are you kidding me jealous? Ha no way."

"Well then why the cold shoulder?"

"I've just been busy."

"Mm busy, yeah busy giving me the cold shoulder!"

"Well I don't exactly see you spending time with me either. Lately all it's been is fez and you."

"Yeah I guess I didnt notice that till Donna said something, I'm sorry Steven, that'll change I promise."

"Its cool. Now I get to do this." He leaned in and kissed you. No tongue just a genuine kiss, that lasted about 10 seconds before you guys pulled apart.

"Wowwww that was -." You started.

"Amazing yeah."

"How about we go and see that movie tonight?" You bit your lip.

"Cant I do work late tonight, but tomorrow I'm free."

"So you were jealous huh??" You asked a little too happy.

He smiled playfully, "I dont do jealous."

"No of course not Steven." You smiled back, while he put his arm around your waist, walking you towards his room so you could talk while he got ready for work.

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[destinyc1020]

I was wondering🧐😂 will you ever tell us the thing you noticed in that mtv interview Tom did, where he talked about z and stuff?

Wowwww.....

Y'all don't forget anything do you?  🤣😂

Okay okay okay okay OKAAAAYYYYY....   Fine... I will share with you all what I noticed in that interview since I’ve received so many asks about it in the past. 

I didn’t even think it was that big of a deal tbh. 🤷🏾‍♀️   That’s why I didn’t post it lol. 

Anyway..... 

As you all probably already know by now, I tend to study/pick up on subtle body language cues. Well, when I was watching the MTV interview with Tom, I picked up on a few things that were just small/minor things, but pretty telling imo.  👀

**Caution: If I sound crazy, then please just ignore this entire post and my babbling lol....🙈

So anyway....the FIRST thing I noticed is that when Josh asked Tom about Zendaya, Tom swallowed....hard..... 😳 (Min 6:47) I noticed it immediately and thought it was a little interesting, so then I went back to look at how he reacted in the same interview when he was asked other questions, and whether that's just something that he just does most of the time....

But when Josh asks Tom OTHER questions (non-Zendaya-related), Tom didn't swallow! 👀  

For example: 

Min 2:36

Min 4:20 - 4:50 

Min 5:39

Min 8:39, etc

THEN... at Min 7:49 Josh jokes that maybe Tom is “just trying to butter Z up” so that she will give him a role in Euphoria lol... 

And Tom says: "I Keep saying that to her, like when are you gonna let ME be in Euphoria...?" THEN he says: "I wanna..." then quickly switches it up to say: "JACOB and I want to be in there.... I just want one scene". 

Tbh, I sometimes wonder if he/they use "Jacob" as a buffer to hide their REAL "friendship" lol? 🤔 Cuz otherwise, why would he have to switch up saying “I”, to "Jacob and I???"  What’s wrong with saying “I”??  You two are just friends right??  😏

I've also noticed in the past that sometimes (not all the time) when Tom is asked about Z (or just questions that may make him nervous in general), he takes a sip of water.  👀  I noticed it in Bali in particular when he was on a panel and an interviewer asked him about Zendaya, and he took a sip of water lol.  😂   Let me tell you..... He hadn't taken a sip of water during the entire interview prior, but as soon as the interviewer asked him about her, he immediately took a sip of water afterwards....maybe it was after he gave his answer I think.   I'll have to go back to the interview to double check to make sure.  But I just always found that interesting lol.  😂  He’s pretty thirsty just in general overall lol, but it was just the fact that he had not taken a sip of water at all until THAT question came up  that stood out to me lol.  

So there you go... See?? It wasn’t really that big of a deal. 🤪 It’s just little things that I pick up on with body language.  😅 And Tom def has a tell lol.  😏  

So maybe next time you all will believe me when I say that it’s “really not that big of a deal”.  😂

Just in case anyone is confused, here is the interview I’m referring to (below)... The MTV News interview with Josh. 

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Okay, I’m very interested in the treehouse. It has a big door to Ethari’s workshop and stairs continuing up, probably towards the front door of their home. But... do you think it was Runaan’s home first? If so, then why would there be Big Door and Small Door? Maybe the house was built after they got married? I doubt it, though. If it was Ethari’s first, then why? But if it did get passed down to them, what happened to their parents? Where are they now? (Sorry, I wanted someone’s opinion.)

I’ve had a bunch of different headcanons about the treehouse ever since S3 dropped, as my understanding changed and as I made up other headcanons and theories along the way.

I used to think the treehouse must’ve belonged to Ethari first, because it seems like a big deal to put a forge into a living tree, so you’d only want to do that once if you could help it, and then later craftsmen would inherit it.

Then I formed my Prince Runaan and then King Runaan theories, where the treehouse is basically a living castle that Runaan inherited from the line of Moon Druids who became assassins, so in this hc, it belonged to Runaan first, and they did move the forge inside when they married... if it wasn’t already there due to a long-term alliance between assassins and craftsmen.

A week or two ago, though, I had to consider a wild new headcanon that blew off the top of my head, while I was chatting with @kotikala. I can’t even remember which of us came up with it, but I think they said something first and I had to stop and remember how to breathe. Maybe the treehouse isn’t their house at all, maybe it’s a mage tower belonging only to Ethari, for his work, with the workshop as the first door and the magic stuff up at the top of the stairs. 

Something about the way Rayla says “I’m so glad you’re here!” to Ethari pinged off of that idea, like, where else would he be that she couldn’t go? It was the workshop she got banned from for being too rambunctious, lol! So I had to suddenly confront the idea that I’d gotten the treehouse idea entirely and completely wrong and it’s not a house at all, it’s where Ethari works. Wowwww. 

I think it would be simpler to have them live in the tree, from a storytelling perspective. Plenty of people have lived in an apartment over their shop. Then you have the idea of multiple layers, like levels stacked inside a tall tree, all hidden from sight. Very mysterious and Moonshadow. The tree is at the edge of the village, apparently, so Runaan could have as much peace and quiet in the tree as one could find in the Silvergrove. And if that second door is their “front” door, or perhaps the door you go to when you need to speak to Runaan, as opposed to Ethari’s more accessible door, it’s very Runaan to have it as inconveniently located as possible. If you want to talk with him, you really need to put in the effort.

The tree is very old and thick, but it’s very straight, unlike many of the other trees in the Moonshadow Forest, so I think it was guided during its growth to become suitable for habitation. Maybe that’s a thing that Moonshadow life magic can guide? I usually think of guiding growing things as Earthblood magic, but if it’s a living thing, that could be something that Moonshadow magic could at least encourage and guide, maybe, huh? I mean, it could belong to both races’ magic, in different ways, an overlap.

I wonder about Ethari’s parents too. I hope they’re still alive and well in the Silvergrove, or some other village. If he’s ~35 and Moonshadows live for over a century, barring violence/illness, it seems likely that they would still be alive, right? Especially if they’re crafters as well, if that’s a clan designation like assassin seems to be. I really hope they’d hear of his sorrow and come visit him within the weeks between Runaan’s lotus sinking and Rayla’s return.

Runaan’s parents, though... dude’s an assassin, and their lives have a lot more danger in them. If Lujanne isn’t his mom, I think both his parents are dead. Whether they both perished from duty-related causes or whether Lujanne left him behind to go guard the Moon Nexus, I think Runaan’s inherited the tree house free and clear. As free as anyone can be in his position, that is.

We haven’t seen any actual proof that they live in the tree, have we? Haha, omg. But I hope they do. It looks like an amazing place to live.