#like. woah. he is bisexual. he being me

[victory-cookies]

bro why am I still in the closet. I am in my twenties and my parents are chill. why have I chosen this path

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

Past Ink: Guys, it's fine. This isn't a serious episode, it would be too soon for another arc. It's just gonna be another silly Saturday.

Current Ink: ....

(the following is my live reaction:)

[*unholy screaming*] FOUR NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOW WHAT A GREAT START TO THIS EPISODE, SCRATCH EVERYTHING THAT I SAID ABOUT THIS BEING A "NORMAL" EPISODE

NOPE I NEED TO PAUSE, I NEED TO TAKE A WALK BC I'M NOT GONNA GET OVER IT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS COULD LEAD

they're not gonna do it in this episode BUT the fact that goop!4 is being acknowledged in every way possible, we might just have a sequel in our hands

NO NO NO CUT THE INTRO, I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE EPISODE YET AND YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A THEORY ON IT ALREADY? HOLD YOUR FUCKIN HORSES, I'LL GET THERE GEEZ

anyway, we have to press play...

I'm pretty sure someone already has done a pirate au (no I'm not over what I just watched) and anyway, artists: here's pirate SMG4

Four, you should've read the file name before downloading it [*shakes head*]

Wait, is this going to be a parody of computer buddies? That's actually pretty fun..... OH NO NO NO

Ah, so we are doing computer buddies

Actually, yeah, can we have Mario as president please

love how it says "no one even compares to mario. especially smg4 who sucks booty cheeks [or ass] and mario doesn't"

Observe as the SMG4 fandom gets terrified of the word "perfect" [*screams*]

MARIO MARIO NO NO NO HE DIDN'T SAVE

I felt that in my core omg

as a graphic designer, this hurts

apparently, there's a whole new dimension in our computers, Only in the SMG4 Universe [*cheesy thumbs up*]

We really are getting all the computer buddies, huh? I wonder if KinitoPET will appear

[*silver the hedgehog voice*] It's no use!

BRITISH SMG3

wow what a funny bit... WAIT HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, LOOK AT THE MEDIA BOX

the eyes....

w̷̹̓e̷̼̽ ̸̯́n̴̩͆e̵̝̓v̴̼͑ë̵̤r̴͓͛ ̷̭͝l̵̦̎e̴̞͗f̵͉̐ṯ̴͗

and the left eye too... oh god, the EYE OF RA— [*gets shot*]

honestly, Four, you improved your aim ever since Western Spaghetti (ik you also did for PV but that's not the point)

I knew they were gonna bring in buff Luigi again

I'M SCREAMING

THERE IS NO WAY THE TEAM JUST DROPPED THAT ON US, THIS CAN'T BE REAL

ok first off, the fact that Four has a folder labeled "Super SECRET Spicy Memes" is giving "totally homework" folder energy (and I don't want to even think more about that)

hey, Four did say that Three brings some spice into his life (yeah, "rosemary to my bread" and all that jazz)

SECOND, the fact he has an image of SMG3 with him saying "whats the matter smg4 kun?"

THEN the "I know what you are" audio clip...

Four, buddy, you're down bad aren't you?

like "woah smg4's bisexual, I didn't know that", the closet is out of GLASS so we been knew but I DID NOT expect this

having Three be a tsundere is one thing, but FOUR....

🫵🏳️‍🌈⁉️

"they're dating behind the scenes" at this point, yeah

we have to keep going... [*secretly puts this clip on the fridge*]

I hate this so much /silly

[*chaos ensues*] [*sips my coffee*] just another tuesday saturday

GOTTA GO FAST GOTTA GO FAST— [*gets tazed*] i can never catch a break c'mon man

oh hey Swag!

four dollars is four dollars, you got yourself a deal

ok, I'm gonna need everyone to see Four's cute little hops here:

look at him go, my silly little goober :) oh, now you have? then let's keep going

holy shit, this fight scene is so well animated!!! LET'S GOOOO

never thought I'd see the day of seeing biblically accurate bonzi in an SMG4 episode and yet here we are.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE, I'M ASCENDING

"...but they hugged before" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

A normal hug, where two people cross each other and are unable to see the other's face since it's over their shoulder, is just as it is: a normal hug. It can be seen as platonic and/or romantic.

THIS is a lot more intimate. 3 and 4's heads touch while they hold each other by the hand. This type of hug is reserved more for romantic partners when the situation leads them to a devasting end, where they face each other to look at and remember what their partner looked like, one last time before they die.

In this case, it makes sense as the computer is collapsing within itself.

"It's not actually them tho." Yes, they're digital copies of 3 and 4 but that's the thing: they're COPIES, acting on what 3 and 4 would actually do

SMG34 shippers, we are eating GOOD today yum yum

but then, that begs the question: would there be a moment where 3 and 4 would reveal their feelings for each other at the worst possible time?

(you guys are not going to be ready for my next episode concepts) What, who said that?

uh anyway them 💙💜 gotta put it on the fridge

I feel for you, Four, but I have a horrible feeling about this

...

Foreshadowing is a literary device—

no seriously, I feel like this could be part of a future arc where a past villain would ruin everything Four has and would offer up a deal when Four would be the most desperate. There's always a catch. Hmm, why does that seem familiar...?

Your life's work or your friends, it's your call, SMG4

:)

HELL YEAH FOUR, THROW IT AWAY (omg just like how he chose Three over the USB, I'm crying dude)

also congrats to Ourstor08954957 for the lovely art in the end credits 🎉 such cute doodles ❤️

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Oh boy, what an episode. I feel like I'm in another plane of existence right now. Everything was absolutely incredible, great job Team!!

Everyone, say THANK YOU to whoever put the SMG34 crumbs in there, we shall treasure it for the rest of our lives. I'm gonna put those moments on my fridge. OH I would love to see the artists draw the SMG34 hug or pirate Four!

Love the fighting scene right by the end and the little details they have added in there. I guess it's "Torture Ink with the Idea that Goop!4 May Happen" day but hey, I'm so normal about it (no I'm not). I've been a bit stressed since finals are coming up so I'm thankful for anything this episode for me.

(If anyone is curious, the WOTFI website is still up and yes, I am logging its status just in case.)

I'm sure everyone is going crazy over this...

"They gay fr :3" [BenJoJoGV, Twitter]

🧍

BEN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THESE THINGS—

[yaoireview]

review sockathan ! 👻👻👻

woah how'd you make that green

SOCKATHAN YAOI REVIEW

Disclaimer: This will contain spoilers (kind of) for Welcome to Hell 2 Part 1 and Welcome to Hell. You should probably go watch that. Its made by Erica Wester and its PRETTY cool.)

My Yaoi Entrepreneurs, I'll be blunt with you. I know we've ALL seen gay people, maybe in the streets, maybe at the park. You might even see one in your home now, so lets be honest with ourselves. Sock is DEFINITELY gay, bisexual at LEAST.

The OTHER one on the other hand.. its a little bit harder to say.. I'll probably find something though..

Lets make one thing clear, when I say Yaoi in this review. I don't mean ANYTHING inappropriate. Its just my special way of saying gay people.. I'm kinda magical in that sense.

Lets just get the first one done and over with a simple section I like to call:

EVIDENCE 1: SOCK IN GENERAL

okay so FIRST of all the FIRST time we see sock, they call Jonathan "hot stuff" while being in a fridge. I'm not sure about you but that's love if I ever saw it.

After that they introduce you to Sock killing his parents. One key point after another. If Sock being gay wasn't important, then WHY was it shown BEFORE telling us Sock's (other) main trait. Checkmate liberals.

Sock would then get the report from Mephistopheles, and you COULD say its just because the camera zoomed in, but its literally the most light ever seen in Sock's eyes.

And then Sock went on to ruin Jonathan's day, making him look crazy, and Jonathan SOMEHOW got blamed for knocking down that desk, I swear I think the teachers just hate him. I'm not sure about you but I certainly cant KNOCK over a desk thats right next to me.

He was WRITING too.. would a guilty man of desk flipping WRITE?? NO!!

And not to mention that Sock made Jonathan look DUMB in front of the faceless brothers which was probably the closest time that Sock did their job right.

Sock absolutely ruined it today.. but can you blame them? They're new to the job, give them some SLACK.

But the upcoming days, Sock was so whimsical.

Yeah SURE. Sock is still telling Jonathan to kill himself, but they just don't want to get fired!!

Not to mention the fact that they stared at Jonathan while they were taking a piss, but there's nothing odd about that.

And also near the end, Mephistopheles calls sock out on liking the guy, and Sock stutters. You just have to take my word for it.

SOCK IN GENERAL 2 [PART 1]

If you saw Welcome to Hell 2 [Part 1], you already know what I'm gonna comment about. Sock went on to call Jonathan's mother, hot. They then went on to say "Must be where you got it from, huh? You definitely got her butt at least."

When Jonathan goes on a walk and Sock follows them and says after Jonathan says he doesn't wanna be friends with them. (We'll get back to that)

"Oh wow, come to think of it, You don't really have ANYONE do YOU? What's that feel like? Knowing you're gonna die alone." to which Jonathan snaps back with "I dunno Sock, you tell me."

Now at first, this looks like a scene of ANTI SOCKATHAN propaganda, but think with me here, yaoiers. How would Jonathan know that Sock died alone??

I understand if he just guessed, since sock DOES look like someone who would die alone, or he just said whatever comeback that came to his head but if not, Sock ALREADY told Jonathan about their past life.

If what I KNOW is true, Sock VENTED to Jonathan about their life before they died in LESS than a week, since Sock just now sees Jonathan's mother in the first part, and due to a comment made by the creator.

Sock REALLY trusts this guy, maybe Mephistopheles didn't want to hear them vent, but maybe its JUST because Sock wanted Jonathan to do the same. but they probably didn't.

And then near the end, Sock says to Jonathan when he snatched his employee manual

"Jonathan, if something happens to you-"

Actually, I think this is pretty weak evidence but I thought I'd include it, since a teacher would say the same thing if a kindergartener was up on a high shelf.

That segment was PRETTY lengthy, but I PROMISE you, the others will be shorter, I just.. didn't expect there to be so much for Sock...

EVIDENCE 2: SOCK SUCKS AT THEIR JOB.

Jonathan was DEAD ON when they told Sock that they suck at their job. And quite honestly.. I could've done it better.. I could've got Jonathan to kill himself (theoretically) on the FIRST day, and if you wouldn't use my strategy, I promise you that there's probably several other you could use for the teenager that you want them to kill themselves at home.

STEP 1: GRAB A WEAPON

Since Sock is seen to be able to flip over a desk and they're able to HOLD Jonathan's journal (Shock or not), I should THEORITCALLY be able to grab a weapon, now for this strategy, I suggest you pick a nonlethal option, only to have a lethal option around, for this example, I will be using a sledgehammer.

After swinging that at the noggin, Jonathan would drop unconscious, probably with brain damage (that don't matter though)

STEP 2: POSSESS THE TEENAGER

Now it MAY not be like this in w2h, but Mephistopheles was able to possess Jonathan when he was DEAD (Probably), so It should hopefully work when they're out of consciousness.

STEP 3: KILL YOURSELF.

Alright now I KNOW that sounds bad.. but it wouldn't be MY hands to kill him. Grab the nearby lethal and SHOOT. THAT. TEENAGER!! Your boss may not agree with the logistics of this, but you get the job done.

This simulation was to PROVE that Sock atleast CARES a bit about Jonathan to want to get to know him. and to not kill him on the spot. Now if It was the other way around.. I'm not exactly sure..

EVIDENCE 3: JONATHAN KINDA HATES SOCK

(he looks like hes standing up to a school bully)

At the beginning of Welcome to Hell, hes clearly annoyed and STILL is annoyed by some of Sock's actions by the end, but he atleast isn't mad enough to NOT act like he could put up with Sock. I think the closest thing to gayness from Jonathan was when he moved the backpack for Sock to sit down.

In Welcome to Hell 2, he IS PISSED at this guy, and honestly, if Sock kept on knocking down those desks, i CANT blame him..

Maybe Sock kinda ruined the vibe when they expressed their love for Jonathan's mother, its hard to say really..

Jonathan makes this very clear that he DOESN'T even wanna be Sock's friend, I mean HAVE YOU HEARD THE THEME SONG?

SUMMARY:

Sock wasn't able to win Jonathan's heart, making him tonight's biggest loser.

YAOI: 6.5/10

[undead-supernova]

Strawberry Syrup / Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2

warnings: weed consumption, sickly sweet pining

pairings: bestfriend!bisexual!modern!eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie are besties and like to get high. and maybe you are yearning for one another. just maybe. juuuuust a little bit.

wc: 3.6k

You and Eddie mirrored each other, your elbows resting on the glass counter as you rested your chins on one hand, listening intently to the clearly stoned woman talk about the promising high of the day.

The bottle she’d taken down from the shelf looked like a tiny juice box, with pink liquid sloshing inside and a green label with a cannabis leaf, because of course.

“Look,” she said, pointing at a thin layer of film at the top. “That thin layer right there? That's the THC.” 

You looked over at Eddie, his expression matching yours in wonder at how products like these existed. He was nearly grinning, mouth twisted to the side in awe. She continued to explain the process to you—this was Delta-9 THC syrup. Strawberry flavored. Your instructions were clear: mix it into a drink, preferably soda, and have fun.

When the two of you emerged from the smoke shop, you took a sharp pivot across the street to the gas station to get sodas. The southern July heat was starting to show its unwelcome presence, beating hard on you within the two minutes it took to walk over to the Exxon. 

Eddie never truly got the memo for the sun, even when you told him how hot it was going to be outside. He donned a black t-shirt with one of his friend’s band logos on the front and a simple silver chain around his neck. He still wore his leather jacket and navy jeans, denying how hot he was when you called him out for being sweaty. 

“Woah! Rude!” Eddie exclaimed as you walked through the automatic doors, putting a hand on his chest. There was even sweat running down his knuckles from his rings. “I am perfectly content. Maybe I like a little sweat.”

You gestured to your own sweaty body, clad in a black crop top with red lining along the low bustline and black jeans. And you quickly realized that you were also wearing jeans in eighty degree weather.  

“I’m afraid I made the same mistake and I am a hypocrite,” you empathized, catching him off guard. “My apologies.”

“Yeah, I guess you did, huh?” he said softly. 

He glanced down at your outfit and you suddenly felt nervous at the exposure. You paused, realizing you’d both stopped walking. Holding his stare, you looked up at him with a slight smirk. Was Eddie checking you out? Did he really do that? And were you teasing him back? Was that what this was?

No. You were getting ahead of yourself. You were always making up shit like this.

You pivoted, skipping over to the refrigerated drinks, Eddie following in tow. “I’m excited to try this. I’ve seen it in there so many times, but I couldn’t figure out the right time to try it.”

“And you’d never do it without your bestest friend of all best friends, right?” Eddie asked, a playful smile settling on his lips as you flitted around him. 

“That is correct.”

Eddie settled on a Sprite while you decided to grab a strawberries and cream Dr. Pepper—despite the sound of disgust leaving Eddie’s lips.

“That,” he pointed to your drink, “is nasty,” he said before dramatically shooing you away. “Get it away from my face. You've failed me, sweetheart.”

Letting out an exaggerated gasp, you replied, “Excuse me, but it’s already strawberry flavored. Wouldn’t that logically help it taste better?”

“No. Nope.” He pointed to the bottle again. “That is what’s killing the children. Dr. Pepper having a strawberries and cream flavor? We’re truly failing as a society.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his arm lightly and pointing towards the checkout counter. “Let’s get going. I wanna try it out.”

When you got into Eddie’s van, he quickly put your drinks in his half-broken cupholders. Your fault, three months ago. Talk about greening out when you kept trying to shove a drink in and repeatedly hit the plastic until half of it snapped off. The van was pretty clean today, surprising Eddie. He’d tried to clean it out the best he could this morning, getting up way too early to do so. Maybe it was to impress you. Who knew. He certainly didn’t. Not at all.

You twisted off the caps as Eddie pulled the strawberry syrup out of his pocket.

“Half for you, you sick fuck,” he said as he carefully poured the pink liquid into your Dr. Pepper. You let out a hearty laugh as he let the rest drip into his own. “Half for me.”

You put the caps back on your drinks before carefully mixing them together, teetering them back and forth to reduce the likelihood of an explosion. Eddie grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back, tapping his bottle with yours. 

Before either of you could take your first sip, Eddie said, “Hey, don’t shotgun it.”

You feigned offense. “What? Me? Why would you dare accuse me of being so irresponsible?”

But you knew why. You knew precisely why. There was something about trying stuff with Eddie, from his fresh edibles to the slushies on tap at the hemp store, Jailbait Hemp. (The name was absolutely cringe worthy but you and Eddie swore it was the best place in the city.) Then there were the pre-rolls, the dabs, the potent gummies. You didn’t want to get Eddie started on how many chocolate bars you’d scarfed down before getting a stomach ache and needing to lie down and watch three movies. It wasn’t necessarily unlike you to get ahead of yourself, downing whatever was given to you immediately, especially ones with high doses. Just to see what would happen. Just to have the experience.

Eddie both loved and hated that about you. You’d never thrown up or done something stupid because of it, (other than the tragic cup holder incident), always a little quieter depending on the level of inebriation you were operating on. He loved it the most when the two of you got high in public, like today. Neither one of you were ever loud or obvious about it, usually giggling with one another in hushed whispers. It was actually quite nice.

But, most of all, he loved getting high with you in public because you held his hand. Anywhere you went, whether it be to walk around Hobby Lobby or taking in nature at a nearby park, you held onto him as tightly as you could. You’d told him once, in a haze of one of those blue raspberry Delta-9 slushies, that you felt safe by his side, knowing no one could hurt you when he was there. His mere presence left you feeling more relaxed than at any other point of the day. Even when you were sober. 

He’d looked at you after you said that, stunned by your admission. You’d said it simply, as if it was just a well-known fact that he should’ve known already. Even when you’d looked away from him to gaze back out over the Chattahoochee River, surrounded by loud families and barking dogs, he couldn’t help but soften around the edges. Water had collected in his eyes, nearly slipping out and over his rosy cheeks. But he’d forced himself to look away, to fight the urge to confess that you made him feel the same way. (And then some.) 

Eddie only hoped he’d see the day where you took his hand without the THC in your system. 

“Yes, you, Weirdo.” Eddie shook his head. “Do you not remember when we made that beer cheese with that Delta-Whatever shit your sister got us for your birthday and then you took half of the cheese and—”

As he spoke, you quickly tipped the bottle into your mouth and began to chug.

Eddie said your name with an exasperated sigh. “You’re literally the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

Unable to respond verbally, you winked at him and threw up a middle finger, letting the seamless mixture of Dr. Pepper and artificial strawberry flavoring slide down your throat. Usually there was an aftertaste of THC in different products. But you couldn’t even taste the syrup. It was like there was nothing else in the drink. Brilliant.

Eddie only shook his head with a smile, knocking back nearly half of his drink just to give in to your antics. Why not? It was a lazy Thursday, anyways.

This was one of those rare occasions when you and Eddie had the same day off of work. It usually happened once or twice a month, leading you both to take the opportunity to go by Jailbait Hemp, find something new to try, split the cost, and see what happens. 

As the bottle left your lips with a small pop, you couldn’t help but let a loud burp ripple through the air, smiling proudly. Eddie squinted his eyes with a serious expression on his face, pretending to listen intently like he was interpreting art.

“That might’ve been my best one,” you admitted, your face a bit smug as you slammed the empty bottle back into the pitiful cup holder. 

Eddie shrugged. “That was about a six, Weirdo.”

“A six?” you asked incredulously. “Are you joking? I don’t think I’ve ever reached that octave before.”

“Sweetheart, you forget that you have the world champion in front of you.”

“Prove it!” you exclaimed, leaning in and scrunching your nose at him. Taunting him further, you added, “You won’t.”

Eddie mirrored your expression, the two of you looking at each other like mischievous little kids. The kind of misbehavior that would get you sent to the office in middle school with a threat of suspension and mud smeared over your clothes like a 1st Place ribbon. 

“Fine,” he said before beginning to down his Sprite. Before you could compliment him on his shotgunning abilities, his burp rang through the van, loud and deep, clearly ten times better than anything you could muster. 

Even in your obvious defeat, you had to suppress a laugh, trying as hard as you could to continue the bit. “That was obviously a two,” you said. “They should’ve crowned someone else.”

Eddie swatted your arm and you did the same. “You’re an absolute menace, you know that? And a liar.” Before you could offer a witty retort, he said, “Now, come on. This’ll hit soon and I don’t wanna be driving when it does. We got shit to do.”

“What’re we doing at the aquarium?” you asked as Eddie pulled into the parking garage. There was a banner above it, fading from a penguin swimming in the ocean to three more resting on rocks. You’d always found it adorable, filling you with excitement. 

“Uh, well, uh,” he stumbled as he stretched through his window and grabbed a parking voucher. “Yeah,” he continued as he set it on the console and drove through. “I just thought that the syrup would go well with the fish, you know? And it’s deserted right now, being Thursday and all. Also, don’t worry about a ticket. I got you covered.”

You gawked at him. As Eddie parked and reached for the seatbelt latch, you placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 

“Eddie, it’s, like, fifty dollars to get in. Let me get my own,” you pleaded. “Or we could go somewhere else. I know money’s tight for both of us as it is.”

Eddie shook his head, his smile beginning to falter. “You like to come at least once every summer,” he murmured, looking down to fiddle with the seatbelt still in place. “I wanted to do something nice for you, you know? You’re my best friend.”

Your heart ached a bit at the way he said “best friend.” It sounded removed, like a placeholder for something else, something more. He looked up to meet your eyes again and you felt some part of you wince as a wave of emotion bubbled inside your chest. 

Because that was just the thing, wasn't it? He wasn’t just your best friend. He was the one you spent most of your time with, the person you swapped places with for a sleepover almost weekly. The person you went on mindless adventures with to explore Atlanta, window shopping all of the mansions out in Buckhead for when Eddie would become a rockstar and (jokingly) leave you a tiny guest house in the back. 

The person who had remembered an insignificant detail about you and decided to give you a present.

All you wanted was to lean over, to lightly brush your lips over his, slowly leaving remnants of a soft Thank you. But you couldn’t. No matter how much you suspected Eddie’s affections, you couldn’t attempt to make a move. 

So you opted to slowly headbutt his arm and get out of the car. 

“You’re so weird,” he teased as you walked around the side of the van. 

“So-rry that I’m showing my best friend affection,” you joked back. “We don’t always have to hate each other.”

Eddie snorted, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Ah, yep. Definitely. We hate each other so fucking much.” He stopped suddenly. You raised an eyebrow as he turned to you, jumping into a fighter’s stance before waving an imaginary sword in your direction. “I am here to avenge my father’s death!” he exclaimed, mimicking a warrior’s bellow. “You will pay, scoundrel.”

You jumped into a similar position, moving your imaginary sword closer to his chest. He moved with you, as if to block your approach. “Thee foul fiend,” you started with a British accent. “I will vanquish thou and feed you to the dragons. Purge you in the fiery—uh—fires of the dungeon moats.”

Eddie couldn’t keep going, bursting into a fit of snorts. You broke too, your laughter making every passerby stare. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you walked. 

“‘Fiery fires’?” he asked. “That has to be the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.”

You laughed at your ridiculous word choice. “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I panicked.”

“I think I’m starting to feel it because I seriously haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”

You could be wrong. That’s what you reasoned with yourself. You had a possibility of being wrong, so you did nothing. After that first time you accidentally held his hand on sheer impulse due to the half cup of Delta-8 beer cheese you chugged, you kept doing it. He thought it was funny. He also said it was cute. Something you did was cute to him. So, whenever you were inebriated, you disguised the action and made the most of it. He always let you hold it, let you cling to him wherever you went. He never even commented on it, just accepting it when you made the contact.

And you could’ve been wrong, but Eddie was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world and he was looking at your mouth and not your eyes and there was something verging on romantic about this moment. 

But there was that chance, that tiny glimpse of doubt that led you to believe you were destined for the wrong timeline. The one where it wasn’t true. You were the delusional girl in the film that would never get the love interest at the end. The one left behind.

So you held his hand tighter and looked away.

You were like a little kid when you went to the aquarium, nearly running around to each pane of glass. Looking at the different plaques, you’d search for each individual species listed, tapping on the glass each time. And that hadn’t changed. You just so happened to be a little bit more amazed by the beauty of sea life from the high. 

How wonderful it was to be surrounded by a different existence! Something that humans could never truly fathom living. They moved differently than us. They felt different. Saw colors differently. They even breathed differently. Life was much bigger than just you, despite it always feeling like you and Eddie were the only ones left in the world. 

For some reason, Eddie seemed a little more reserved today. He wasn’t bouncing off the walls like you were. Instead, he took his time. He responded when you spoke, of course. When you asked if it was okay to run ahead, he promised it was. He’d always catch up with you eventually, pointing out fish you hadn’t spotted yet. But he always made the time to stand back with his hands in his pockets and stare, like he was just as captivated as you were, maybe just in a different way. 

Eddie didn’t tell you that he’d put aside that $100 to use once he asked you out on a date. But he’d desperately wanted to see this look on your face, your slightly red eyes wide and your mouth hanging open in awe as you witnessed the beauty surrounding you. You were nearing the end of the moving tunnel, surrounded by fish on all sides. There were even a few divers waving at the glass. The blue lighting made you something to marvel at, the ebbing water spreading dappled light over you. He knew this look, the one where you were somewhere else, in a deep appreciation of the world around you. It was when you were keenly aware of the meaning of life. He’d know it anywhere.

And it was him you were holding through it all. For some astonishing reason, you’d let him in to witness the rawest emotions overcoming you. The ones that others couldn’t be privy to, wouldn’t be. When you turned to look at him with tears in your eyes, your lips stretched across your face.

You smiled that smile, the one that told him something was hiding there, like there were words written on your lips that couldn’t be shared. While everything else was his to know, this one smile was not on the list.

Because, every time you smiled like that, Eddie asked, “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Like it was a challenge. Like he wanted to push you to say what you were thinking, even if it was just out of spite.

And you’d look away, waving your hand around, saying, “What? Nothing. I’m not looking at you like anything.”

And he’d respond, “Yeah, okay, sure.”

So, like every other time, Eddie asked, “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

But this time you shrugged, holding his eye contact. “I just, uh,” you stumbled, your smile only growing. “I just really love, um…” 

Eddie’s eyes began to widen at the implication of something more, something brilliant. His back straightened, the haze of the high nearly intensifying the moment. Everything was perfect. This moment was perfect and this was going to be it. You were going to finally say something. 

“I just really love what you did for me,” you finished. “I appreciate it a lot.”

And just like that, Eddie was cracking under the disappointment. The high settled back underneath his skin and dragged him down. Of course you didn’t say anything. Why would you? He’d only gotten his hopes up based off of a wild theory he had. One that he knew he’d made up just so he could live in some fantasy where you were together and in love. He just wanted to project how he felt onto you. It was as simple as that. 

But he couldn’t help being disappointed by it.

He only hoped that you didn’t see him deflate. 

  “Yeah, sure,” he responded finally, turning to look back at the fish as you stepped off the moving track. “Don’t mention it.”

You didn’t drop his hand, but as he looked away from you to keep walking, nausea began to pool in your stomach. The tank was starting to slosh you around its current and you moving along with it was making it worse.

You immediately excused yourself to go find the bathroom. When you found it, you proceeded to throw up in the trash can. Luckily no one was in there, but you still felt awful. It was an utterly embarrassing feeling, knowing that you’d just thrown up in a public space because of sea sickness that you’d never had before today from being blasted on THC syrup. Oh, and you’d almost just told your best friend that you loved him. While holding his hand. While he was also blasted from THC syrup.

God dammit.

You didn’t mention throwing up to Eddie. In fact, you’d managed to collect yourself for the rest of the day, walking through the aquarium for another hour and a half before Eddie was sober enough to drive back to your apartment. You ended up cooking enchiladas and watching two movies (The Proposal and The Invisible) before Eddie was snoring next to you, stretched out across the couch with his legs in your lap. When you realized he was asleep, you quietly turned the TV off and moved his legs carefully to rest on the couch. You draped a blanket over him and lifted his head to make sure the pillow was positioned at the right angle so his neck wouldn’t ache in the morning.

And here you were, staring up at the ceiling and recounting the errors you’d made. How you’d almost confessed your undying love for him. How you spent the rest of the day inching towards him despite feeling humiliated. How you couldn’t help but lean further in as if he was the only one who could provide you comfort from fucking up so bad.

And when Eddie found you puking from the stress at four in the morning, you knew that this was bad. It was getting harder to keep it in. This was going to boil over and it was going to be soon.

Fuck.

[winniethewife]

Would be caught in the way you got me

(Marc Spector X Bi!F!Reader X Layla El-Faouly)

Week 3: Sex/Kissing

Words: 587

When Marc signed on for this, he admittedly had a specific idea of how it would go in mind. Having the two women that he loves, all over him. However, now that they were together and He was…practically forgotten. Not that he minded. He enjoyed watching the two as they walked through the streets of the city. He loved watching Layla’s hand in hers and the way She kissed her cheek and the way they walked in perfect time together. As they both stopped to look in a shop window at the window display, He pulls out Steven’s phone and takes a picture of the two of them together. A small smile on his face as they turn to see what he was doing.

“Oh No! We’ve been caught being adorable again…” Layla gasped in mock surprise, which caused the other woman to laugh.

“Oh…Oh no…what will we do?” She says in between the boughts of laughter.

“Well, obviously you gotta pay the cute tax.” Marc said with the most stoic face. “A serious cute offence has been taken here.” He smiled slightly unable to keep the façade up.

“Oh, well…How much is the cute tax, Mister Marc sir?” She rocked back on her heels and looked up at him, tilting her head to the side, playing up the innocent look. Marc pretended to think for a minute putting his thumb and fore finger on his chin.

“Hmmm well… One kiss from each of you should cover the cost…” He raised an eye brow and nodded his head, like he was considering the most important financial laws and figuring out complex equations in his head. Layla laughed, and gave her a mischievous look. She walked up to Marc and grabbed him by the face, her hands on either side of his face before pressing a kiss to his lips. Marc wasn’t expecting this kind of a kiss, this was an intense, passionate kiss, it took him just a second too long to figure it out and Layla was already pulling away. He looked confused and bewildered but before he could even ask he was being kisses again, this was a less familiar kiss, sweeter, different, but good. he didn’t hesitate this time his hand on her lower back, his other on the back of her neck, pressing his lips back with a grunt. After a moment he released her, Layla looked impressed, she looked shocked, He felt amazing.

“wait a minute, I want a kiss like that!” Layla laughed before grabbing her around the waist spinning her towards her, lowering her in a dip before pressing a kiss to her lips. The action took her breath away. She felt like she was being spectacularly wooed. Her heart racing in her chest as she was moved back to a standing location and having Layla pull away.

“Woah.” She said, she felt like her brain was catching up with her body. But before she could she heard Marc speaking.

“Steven says he can do better.” Marc said with a soft laugh while glancing at his reflection. She shook her head.

“Lemme breathe for a minute first, I’m having a bisexual panic.” She said with a laugh.

“Oh I donno, I feel like we should let Steven try” Layla said in a sing song voice. She turns to look at her two lovers.

“What is this a kissing competition?” She asked bewildered.

“Sure why not.” Marc shrugged. “Although… I think we can have a much more interesting competition at the apartment…”

~

Masterlist

Taglist: @romanarose @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

[lovelyinconsistentices]

➴ 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

I really want to do some Scott Pilgrim takes off writing requests, but I'm anxious to write so let's try to get rid of such anxiety! Please request as much as you want, I'll make a list of characters I'll write for now as there are some I feel like I wouldn't write well enough or need to read more about to get more of a feel for their character. I write for all genders and I'll write for poc readers as well, any ideas you want for the reader to be like are welcome!

➴ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴.

⸙ Fluff and Angst, any genres really. I've rarely written angst but want to write it, so I'll try my best!

⸙ Poc readers, do note that I am not poc but I will make sure to do my research before writing. I have a few tumblers I know of that I will use for helping me write poc readers, I'm sure my friend would also be glad to help educate me as well! Criticism and feedback are welcome. ^^

⸙ Readers of all gender, but it depends on the character I'm writing for. If a character is canonically gay please do not request for something romance based with that character if you're the opposite gender as I'm not comfortable with that, an example would be Wallace Wells.

⸙ You can suggest all kinds of things for how you want the reader to be, occupation, hobbies, aesthetics/styles, food taste, personality type, whatever you want and I'll do my best to write it.

⸙ I will write headcannons, prompts and fics!

⸙ I'm more used to writing in third person but I know most reader fics are in second-person, so I'll write a second-person version and third-person version! This is the same for genders, if I really like a fic. I'll write multiple versions for the gender, following the same plot or prompt but with noticable differences.

⸙ This is for anons, if you'd like to claim an emoji or an assortment of such you can just let me know and I'll keep it reserved. Might make an anon page as well!

⸙ I've been thinking about making a Scott Pilgrim OC and writing about them, would you like to read about them? If you do end up liking them I'd love to write x readers with them and stuff, just let me know. (Just something I wanted to mention!)

➴ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴.

⸙ I will not write nsfw, it's just I don't think I'd be very good at writing it and I'm uncomfortable. Maybe in the future but for now please do not request nsfw from me, there could be mentions of certain things or hints at it. I'm perfectly fine with it, as long as it's subtle.

⸙ No incest, huge ages gaps, or anything of the sort. I don't expect any requests like that but just to be careful!

➴ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

ˏˋ ╎𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽

𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

Not a big fan of Scott, but I'll still write for him. Who knows maybe I'll make a reader who's a Scott hater for shits and giggles, I have Idea's for an oc and If I do write about him you'll see a lot of him taking jabs at Scott and questioning why Ramona even likes him.

𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂

I have a lot of ideas, like perhaps a reader being an evil ex and stuff. I guess that could be spoilers for my oc, since I'm making him an ex! I also want to write a fic with the reader helping Ramona dye her hair and enjoying tea while doing so.

𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂

I'll definitely write for Wallace and do my best to portray him, as stated I'll only do romance for male and ftm readers. I could make fics with a female reader that are extremely platonic, friends and stuff. Or a sister reader, maybe Wallace having a sister who loves gossiping with Stacy and Wallace!

ˏˋ ╎𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙱𝙾𝙱-𝙾𝙼𝙱

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂

I read something and saw how Stephen ends up getting a boyfriend in the novels, so I don't know if he's gay or bisexual since he dated Julie last time I checked. I've seen comments about him being gay, so male and ftm readers only!

𝙺𝙸𝙼 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴

Her and Roxy kissing was woah, agh I love them both. I really want to write a drummer reader that could perhaps have some time of rivalry with her, an enemies to lovers fic.

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙻

I have some cute idea's, I can't wait to write him along with everyone else. I feel like he'd be the type to see someone and fall in love with them instantly, like perhaps reader is in a rival band and they're really good. He's instantly amazed by their skills and finds himself developing a crush on them!

𝙺𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚄

I'd love to write for her, lots of cute fluff and things of the sort. Especially like helping her paint her nails, sleepovers and gossiping, arcade dates and things of the sort!

ˏˋ ╎𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙴𝚇𝙴𝚂

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻

Agh, Matthew! I'd love to write for him, I have some idea's. Like reader being an assistant and trying to do their best to help Matthew balance all this work that has now fallen into his hands because he did not think about all the responsibilities to come before he defeated Gideon, ooh also reader who was a band kid and matches Matthews energy!

𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙴𝙴

I'm scared I might not write him good enough, mainly for dialogue. But I do want to write for Lucas, I might only write for him when requested for a bit until I get more of a feel for his dialogue as well character, and once I get confident enough to write him!

𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼

Our favorite Vegan boy, I'd love to write for him. Maybe, something like Reader helping him after the realization of what happened with Wallace. Having to comfort him and stuff, also could have Reader as a band mate or something!

𝙴𝙽𝚅𝚈 𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼𝚂

Could we possibly consider her an evil ex? I decided to put her in this category because of that but anyways, but yes I'll write for her! Envy is so muah, had anyone seen that one image with the two girls doing each other's makeup. Envy sitting on top of Reader's and doing their makeup, or the other way around. Agh, I find that just so cute!

𝚁𝙾𝚇𝚈 𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁

Female readers for romance only, but I'd love to write for her and omg can't wait. I'm so excited, I don't have a lot of ideas but I'm sure some will come to me for her.

𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙴 & 𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙸

I want to write for Kyle and Ken so much, sadly we don't get enough screentime for the two but still I'm gonna write as much as I can for the twins. I read something about how the twins don't like doing things separately or being separated after what happened with Ramona so that gave me some Idea's, maybe having a reader they can finally trust.

Definitely will write separate fics for Kyle and Ken where they meet the reader, and after a while come to trust them as well develop feelings. I'll also happily do fics for both of the twins and reader pairing, strictly platonic fluff. Ooh, maybe an older or younger sibling that they're very protective of!

𝙶𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂

Before he lost everything version. My favorite and I'm sure a lot of others favorite evil mastermind, I have some ideas and would love to write about him. He grew to be my favorite in the show, as for the movie it was Matthew who was my first favorite ex along with Roxy. I've been loving all of the exes even more lately, especially the twins. So I can't wait to write for all of them!

ˏˋ ╎𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂

𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴

After loosing everything and meeting Julie again. So I have him twice on this list but that's because Gideon ends up using his old name again, leaving the fake alias behind. So I decided to have the version of him before that and after!

𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂

The anime giving us more of Julie was everything, she's so agh and I'd happily write for her if there's people out there who would want oneshots for her!

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

We don't get a lot of Stacey last time I checked, but she's quite lovely. I love the idea of her and reader gossiping, maybe reader being her coworker. Or Reader being a Pilgrim sibling and the two love poking fun at Scott as well gossiping, platonic fluff!

𝙰𝙻𝙻

Oneshots, headcannons and things of the sort for all the characters. I'll also be posting oneshots and things of the sort with the separate groups in the future, like reader hanging out with Sex Bob-omb or The league of evil exes. Things like that.

Please let me know if I'm missing anyone or there's any characters I might not have and you want to request them, I have not read the graphic novels as of now as I don't have the money to buy them but in the future I definitely will when I get the chance! (Also, if there's any spelling errors. My apologies!)

[dolladooley]

the dooley davenports x black!reader | general hcs

contains: adam, bree, chase, leo

a/n: this will get zero notes but idc i am pioneering ts for lab rats. gif credit goes to him (me. bc i am him.) 💯

adam

i have always been very loud about my belief that adam marries a black woman or man in the future

and i mean LOUD

he 100% does

the first time he meets u he's like woah

prettay

he likes watching how your hair bounces as you descend the stairs or even just walking on flat ground

he likes how u speak to him

you call everyone lil nicknames so whenever u say "baby" he's like 😃

u help him with school stuff

bc you smart 💯

okayyyy scholar 😍😍😍

sorry

anyway

he loves seeing u

you anchor him

keep him from doing ridiculous shit that can get him hurt yk

turn into ur mom fr

he fidgets with his fingers a lot so he be playing in your hair

gently pulling strands so they spring back and wrapping em around his finger (ESPECIALLY when they're freshly moisturized and wet)

y'all are just saur cute to see

he's a big hugger so he rests his cheek against ur head and ur lil curls tickle him

and bonus points if you're significantly shorter than him

it's an adorable image when u hold hands

bc ur this lil person that is clearly able to easily escape restraint and u got ur tall white boy that's a lil dumb but happy to be here with u nonetheless

i love adam lawd

bree

bisexual queen

anyway

u guys become friends very quick

she complimented ur jewelry (a lil gold necklace) and u were like "aw thanks gang"

and from that u sparked a conversation and became very good friends very fast

she introduced u to her brothers, allat

u guys meet in the library every morning or u go to the nearby coffee shop before school starts

get some polite lil drinks and just.. talk :)

if you guys were to pack ur own lunches every day, y'all would do snack trades a lot

you defend her a lot against her brothers 💀

the first time you said "boy shut up" to chase she got hearts in her eyes fr /hj

when she realizes she might have a lil crush, she doesn't act too strange but she is a little bit different

she hugs for a little longer than normal, just to enjoy the scent of ur moisturizer and ur hair products

when y'all have sleepovers she always cuddles close

she loves to cook with u

u show her recipes you got from ya mama and she enjoys them every time

she stares at ur lips when u eat

and talk

and

do anything at all

they are very kissable what can she say

chase

lord.

he's infatuated

INFATUATED

he only knew leo so he had no idea black ppl could be so fine /j

the first time he sees you, a little notification in his eyebawl goes off like "heartrate rising. entering cooldown." and it's SO LOUD to him

turns out you and leo are already friends

which is NOT helpful

because now whenever you're at the house he's frantic as hell

either trying to interact with you (extremely awkwardly) or hiding in the lab so he doesn't embarrass himself further

bree would come down like "just go talk to them loser" and he's like "I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭😭"

when she finally forces him to quit being a punk and at least say hi, he comes upstairs to see u looking out at the view

the sun shining through their big ass windows glows gold on your skin and to him you look like a god

he flees /hj

HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO ACT

he eventually pulls himself together and soon feels like a fool

because talking to you is SO EASY ?

you exude a charm he has never seen heard or experienced from anyone else before

the way u speak to him makes him melt

that being said never call him a pet name

ever

a simple "sugar" or even just "baby" will make him overheat and shut down

leo

i'm already laffing

y'all are funny as SHIT

you were classmates before the davenports came in but you weren't really friends until after they did

you helped leo show them around the school and the two of you cracked plenty of jokes along the tour

many that the bionic trio did not understand LMFAOO

you two are so fun together and everyone can see it, even the trio who be fighting for they lives whenever y'all are speaking to each other /j

leo probably tells u ab the whole bionic secret after you witness one too many close calls and the way you handle it makes his baby crush grow exponentially

like YOURE SO COOL???? DIDNT EVEN BLINK AT THIS ABSURD ASS PIECE OF INFORMATION???? GOD THEYRE COOL AS FUCK

you guys share hair information and you bring home hotel shampoo's for y'all to share LMFAO

he let you give him waves once

it was comedic

tasha loves you

she didn't know you for a while because leo never brought you up when y'all were just classmates but after y'all became actual friends, you'd get mentioned here and there

the first time he has you come over is to work on a school project

she meets you and is like omg hai i'm leo's mom

and he's kinda like 😐 pushing her away like he did in the avalanche episode with janelle LMFAO

you like "why you so mean to yo mama" and it makes him sweat /j

you like tasha too and you guys often have tea together when leo is late for y'all's lil hangouts

she gasses you up to leo all the time like he didn't know you first

"your friend, [name]? they're cute!!!" "i know mom" "go ahead and ask that out" "MOM"

he eventually does (it was actually you but he tells tasha it was him)

[pilabutsp]

UNTITLED STENDYLE COMIC - PART 3.5

EXTRA III: Craig Knows Stuff 2.

On this occasion, we follow Craig's gang, who are at a sleepover at Tolkien's place.

Like a group of girl teenagers, they are gossiping about all their classmates until the focus falls on…

Clyde: Have you seen The Golden Trio today? They were sitting together on a bench at the park?!

Tweek: Are we really surprised tho? They’ve been joined at the hip lately. 

Jimmy: Kyle is su-su-such a thi-thh-third wheel! I-It is a bit sad at th-thi-this point!

Clyde: For real! He is not going to get any bitches if he does not leave them alone! Aren't they tired of him?

Tweek: UGH, and you haven't see them at the shop dude.

Clyde: We gotta go find him a girlfriend! Help the little dude.

Tolkien: Or a boyfriend! He is Bisexual.

Jimmy: Da-damn, nobody wants him f-for real.

Craig: You are all sooo blind.

Tweek: ARHG! Not this again!

Clyde: Not what again?

Tweek: Craig has this stupid theory-

Craig: It's not stupid! And I'm totally right let me tell you.

Tweek: You don't even have proof!

Craig: I don't need proof! Just look at them!

Tolkien: Hey! Dads! Chill out! You keep arguing and you haven’t even told us the theory yet!

Tweek: Craig thinks they are all dating! All three! Together!

Craig: Thank you for letting me talk, honey.

Silence

Clyde: Naah

Jimmy: I don't th-think so.

Craig: woah, how can all three of you be so blind.. whatever I know I’m right. 

Tolkien: I mean! I know where you’re coming from but...

Tweek: but what?

Tolkien: I still talk with Kyle sometimes, He did mention being in a sorta situationship at the moment but I haven't thought too much about it.

Craig: And you are telling this now? This is perfect.

Tweek: Ugh god, Craig he could be with anyone.

Craig: But at what time? Huh? You said they all stick together, all the time.. How can Kyle see anyone else, honey?

Clyde: He does have a point! But I have my own theory now!

Jimmy: We-welp, what is it?

Clyde: Kyle is totally a house wrecker.

Tolkien: Home wrecker. 

Clyde: Yeah.. yeah.. whatever.. house, home.. he’s a wrecker. 

Craig: oh my god that is so stupid.

Tolkien: but with who?

Jimmy: He is t-totally with Stan.

Clyde: Have you seen how Wends and Kyle act around each other? It's totally with he-them! 

Tolkien: It could be either of them.

Craig: Ok, Ok, GUYS, you are totally proving my point in a WHOLE different way. Would you rather believe they are cheating on each other? Instead of believing all three are dating?

Tweek: Ack- we shouldn't even be talking about this! This is literally what we've been through before!

Jimmy: I-It is more common that t-they are cheating... We-we live in a s-ss-small t-t-town!

Clyde: I guess South Park is woke, but THAT woke? Have you ever heard of a couple of three people before? and here?

Tolkien: Well, those couples are called Poly, but yeah, I don't think I've seen a poly couple in this town.

Craig: I'm so confident about this, I'll even bet money on them, here! A hundred dollars.

Tweek: You are going to lose a hundred dollars thanks to Kyle and Stan? Again?

Craig: That time it was all four of them, and I'm not losing money, I'm going to be fucking rich, who is in?

Jimmy: I-I'll bet Kyle is with Stan!

Clyde: And I'll bet he is with Wends!

Tolkien: I'll just bet they are friends and that's it.

Tweek: Mm.. I’ll bet with Tolkien. Anyways, whatever, if I lose my money, I'm getting it back when those three go for coffee again.

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[digital-roots]

Regular Show Sexuality and Gender Headcanons

Mordecai: Repressed bisexual. Early season mordecai wouldve said stuff like "haha dude thats so gay" at rigby. Post cj breakup there's an episode where he has to kiss Rigby for a bet and he actually feels good about it. This leads to him a week long breakdown thinking that he has a crush on his best friend. Some spirit of bisexuality is summoned in front of him to make him realize he doesn't but he just likes men too. Is still not good at romance but at least he knows his identity.

Rigby: Token cishet. Used to make lots of stupid 'attack helicopter' jokes and the like but as he matures he stops doing that.

Skips: Unlabeled. Mona was his one true love but i think he had something with Gary. He's trans because i think itd be really funny if Mordecai and Rigby saw his too scars and were like "woah dude how did you get those sick scars" and then Skips tells them a story about how he traveled to a mountain and fought the elder gods of testosterone or something

Benson: Bisexual but he's like EXTREMELY repressed like even worse than mordecai. Dad was really homophobic. Benson himself is fine with gay people its just that he heavily denies any sort of implications that he himself is gay. Almost had flings with his old band but flaked. Getting a boyfriend wouldn't really fix him but it'd help if he accepted his true self.

Muscle Man: Straight. Used to be really homophobic in high school but once he befriended Fives he started to look into himself and became a very supportive ally. Realistically hed also be cis but I like him being trans. Bonus after muscle dad died his mom got with a woman and now he has two moms to make my mom jokes

Hi Five Ghost: Gay. Had a onesided crush on muscle man but when he started dating starla he let it go. Also transgender but literally no one knows about this because he never thought to tell anyone

Pops: My friend said I can make him aroace so he's cupioromantic asexual. Mr. Maellard always pushed him to get a wife but after several decades he stopped.

Eileen: Bisexual Trans woman. Gives me the vibe she was part of the gsa of her school. Owns lots of pride stickers, puns, and various other merch with cheesy puns on them.

Margaret: Lesbian Trans woman (trans part technically canon). She and Eileen met in a lgbt support group back when Margaret first transitioned. Suffered HEAVY comphet but shes finally doing okay now :)

[transmasc-tfw]

A week after Detective Inspector Lestrade interviewed Consulting Detective Holmes regarding his knowledge on the Anthrax attacks plaguing London, Detective Inspector Lestrade stepped into his local pub, desperately in need of a pint or two.

“Detective Inspector,” a tall, well-cladded called from a table in the corner, a cup of tea and a pint of Lestrade’s favourite in front of him.

Lestrade stepped over cautiously, “and you are?” He asked, not taking the offered seat.

“An interested party of your new acquainted, Sherlock Holmes.”

“Family or foe. I have a feeling he has plenty of the latter.”

“I suspect he would describe me as his arch-enemy.”

“Ahh,” Lestrade chuckled, taking the seat, “brother. Elder?”

“I- yes. Mycroft Holmes. Many people don’t see the resemblance.” Mycroft said, extending his hand.

“Gregory Lestrade,” Greg said shaking the offered hand. “I don’t but I know family dynamics well enough. And I might not be at Sherlock’s level of astuteness but I’m not a detective for nought.”

“I never implied-“

Greg chuckled, “I presume you’re the same as Sherlock, observant, boastful…”

“I hope I’m not as boastful, but observant, yes. Like I know that you’re stressed from work, and you’re going to employ Sherlock’s skills once more, though you don’t completely trust him as of yet.” Mycroft observed, “that you’re living in a flat that is too small for your needs but it’s the only one you can afford after the divorce. The divorce you called due to… ahh infidelity. But you’re ready to look for another partner, a gay relationship.”

“Woah, okay. I’m not gay.” Greg said, putting down his drink. “My nails are painted because I had my eight year old for the week and she wanted to practice her mail painting skills. I was being a good father. Why are you here Mycroft Holmes?”

“My apologies, I never intended to offend.” Mycroft said softly, “I’m here because of Sherlock.”

“Naturally,” Greg said as he sipped his pint.

“I worry about him. I need people I can trust to keep him safe.���

“And you trust me?”

“You are a detective of Scotland Yard, I have seen your file.”

“My file?” Greg asked.

“Yes, the one that says you’re inline for a promotion in less than a decade. I would pay you handsomely for the security.”

“I don’t need your money Mycroft. You said yourself I’m going to employ his knowledge again, I don’t need an incentive.” Greg finished his drink, “excuse me.” He said standing up and heading for the toilet.

Mycroft furiously typed to his assistant asking for his car to be brought around as he was finishing soon. He sipped his tea as he waited for Greg to return.

Greg returned and placed a fiver on the table. “Thanks for the offer, Mycroft but I’m not going to take you up on the offer.”

“You’re welcome, Lestrade, but you don’t have to pay. Allow me for taking up your time.” Mycroft picked the note up and frowned at the paper underneath. 11 numbers written on it. “What’s this?”

“My mobile. I may not be gay but I am bisexual.” Greg winked. “Call me sometime, not about Sherlock.” With that Greg left the pub, leaving Mycroft the money and his number still in hand.

Mycroft thought before folding up the note and putting it in his waistcoat pocket. Keeping it safe along with the money. Before going to his waiting car.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

can you write something about maggie green literally anything i’m scraping penny’s to find anything about her on this app 😭

༉‧₊˚. 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

― pairings: maggie greene x fem!plus size reader

― era: season 2

― summary: when you're forced to take glenn's place for the medication run, you get more than what you've bargained for at the hands of the farmer's daughter.

― warnings: kissing, making out, stripping, oral sex, come eating, come swallowing, dirty talk, maggie's dirty mouth, dom maggie greene, dom/sub undertones, tribbing, implied tribbing, implied scissoring.

― wc: 1704

⋆ a/n: you basically take glenn's place in the episode 'cherokee rose'! some twd fans may find the banter leading up to the smut familiar seeing as though they are glenn's lines as he is caught guilty with a box of condoms, so what i have to say for that is i do not own the idea for the dialogue, and it is not my original idea, it is completely trademarked and copyrighted to AMC™ and TWD™ Writers! the only part of this fic that i own is the smut as well as the head-canon for bisexual maggie greene! i feel the same! and that's exactly why i write for her! so, thank you for giving me the excuse to write another smut ;]

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Your people had just settled on Hershel's land, you couldn't be having a crush on the poor man's daughter.

You shamefully admit that you had been avoiding her, whenever she would come to talk to Rick or anyone really, you would move away, lying about needing to do something in order to escape the guilt as your eyes trailed straight down to her sweaty and sun kissed chest, her cleavage luring you in like a inescapable spell. There was no escaping now, not when you were forced to go into town with the woman to retrieve medication.

The ride to the pharmacy was silent, the only thing you could hear was the sounds of the horses' hooves hitting the pavement.

"You alright?" You asked awkwardly. "I'm fine." She responded without looking back at you. "I saw the look on your face back at the well. 'Never seen one killed up close before?" You asked curiously. She didn't answer you, guiding her horse in front of you. "'Guess it's kind of a shock." Yet again, you received no response from her. "You know, being out on the road, we've seen a lot." You mood dampened, "'Guess we've gotten a little numb to it." You admitted.

"Woah. I guess so." Was all she said.

You both approached the pharmacy, the two of you looking at the 'Take what you need and God bless' sign sitting in the front window. You spared a look at her, the woman taking the initiative to enter the store ahead of you. Once you both had entered, she turned around to look at you. "I'll go see what antibiotics are left," She spoke simply, "What else is on the list?"

"Uh.." You stuttered, reaching into the back pocket of your jeans to retrieve the piece of folded up paper. "Why don't you get started?" You said while handing her the sheet. "What about you?" She asked. "Um.. I'm gonna look around, see what's worth grabbing. Just some general stuff." She didn't bother to answer you back, leaving you to your own devices as you walked into the 'Feminine Hygiene' isle. You felt a bit guilty as you looked for what Lori had sent you for, throwing a glance from over your shoulder before you bent down to conduct your search.

You picked up a bottle and a box before putting them back down fruitlessly. Your eyes finally landed on the pregnancy test as you looked at it in disbelief.

"What do you got?"

You scrambled to shove the box in your bag as you stumbled to give her an answer.

"Uh.. um.. nothing." You said unsurely, "Just, like I said, general stuff." You hadn't noticed what you picked up before she asked, "Condoms?" With an amused smile on her face. You gasped in embarrassment. "You got a boyfriend I don't know about?" She asked with a grin. "Me? No. No." You denied while shaking your head, butterflies twisting in your gut as her eyes landed back down on the box. "Then you're a pretty confident girl then."

"No." Was all you could say. "No no no. I- I- I- wasn't— I would never—" She cut off your nervous rambling. "'Something wrong with me?" You were quick to say, "No." You shook your head, "No, I—" You threw a hand up and chuckled nervously as you tried to think of a response. "I would never have sex—" Realizing how dumb that sounded, you gave up. "Uh, I'm- I'm lost." You said with your eyes shut in shame, a shake in your head as your hand gripped the box once more.

You opened your eyes, waiting for her response anxiously, but the response that she had given you was not one that you would have expected.

"I'll have sex with you." You stared at her in disbelief, not only because you were caught of guard, but you also didn't know she swung that way. "Really?" Was all you could say. "Why?" You added. "You're asking questions?" She asked innocently, proof that she was truly entertained by this whole situation.

"Okay, I can't help wondering." You said plainly, desperately trying to hide how confused but excited you were. "It's not like our options are vast these days." She said as she took off her bag, letting it fall to the floor. She set how cowgirl hat on top of it, running a hand through her hair as she moved closer to you. She looked in your eyes for reassurance before placing a kiss on your lips, your eyes falling shut despite your hesitancy.

You kissed her back, and as you separated, she said, "And you're not the only one that's lonely." The tension was thick between the two of you as you watched her strip off her shirt, her flat stomach and plain white bra being revealed to you. She never broke eye contact with you as she removed her bra, your eyes falling to her gorgeous breasts. It seems as though you would continue to be rendered speechless as a, "Wow." Fell from between your lips. She smiled as she waited for you to do the same, those same butterflies twisting in your stomach as you tugged off your own shirt as well.

Her eyes fell to your torso before raising to your face again, the sight of you bare in front of her causing her to advance towards you slowly, her hand falling on your naked shoulder as you cupped the side of her cheek, your lips joining together as you kissed.

"I didn't know you liked girls." You spoke between kisses. "Oh, honey, you don't know me." She said as she chuckled darkly. Arousal pooled in your underwear as her hands trailed down, landing on the band of your jeans as your stomach sunk in due to a deep breath you had taken, her fingertips tantalizing as they finally landed on the button.

"You gonna be a good girl and take yer bra off for me?" You didn't need to be told twice as you reached behind you, unclipping the useless item and undergarment falling to the floor. "You're so pretty." You heard her say as she fell to her knees, tugging your pants down along with her. "Thank you.." You said shyly. She smirked to herself as your jeans and underwear pooled around your ankles. "Step out of 'em and lay down." She helped to tug them over your feet, putting them right next to her bag that she had put on the floor.

You tried your best to get comfortable as the cold tile flooring touched your bare back.

"Here," She said, balling up your clothes in her hands and putting them under your head. "Is that better?" You nodded silently. She stripped off her own bottoms, kicking them to the side before straddling your hips, hands placed on either side of your face as she kissed you again. The makeout session was lazy, sloppy even as she devoured your mouth, completely dominating the encounter as you moaned quietly when her hand fondled one of your breasts, fingers pinching your nipple.

"I've wanted you so bad," She murmured against your lips. "Since the first time I saw you with yer people." She kissed down your neck, only marking you in areas that she knew no one would see them, which was your chest, down your sternum, to your soft belly that she would find herself so easily falling in love with.

It was no lie that Maggie Greene had experimented with other girls, hell, she was the type of girl that just wanted to smoke and shoplift, so who was to say she hadn't gone down on another woman? She had only been with men leading up to the fall of the world. It had been a long time since another woman had caught her attention the way that you did, completely reclused, and closed off as you stuck to conversing with your friends, trying to make your presence as minimal as possible whenever any of Maggie's family had shown up around you all.

She must admit that you had made her work for it, with the way she caught your perverted gaze to where she stared at you with all the same lust.

"I've wanted you too, I was just— ah!" You cried out as she bit into your inner thigh, licking over the hickey she had left behind. "I was just shy." You heaved out, your chest rising and falling. "There was no need ta be shy, I don' bite." You raised your eyebrow at the shit eating grin on her face, the words that left her mouth clearly a lie seeing as though you had gotten in a fight with a hive of bees. "Mhm.. I'm sure." You giggled, your head falling back onto your makeshift pillow. Her hot breath caressed your heated skin, spread legs trembling as she blew cold air against your soaked labia.

She had finally licked a stripe through your folds, a whimper falling from your lips as the tip of her tongue nudged at your clit.

You wouldn't have expected her to be so good at giving oral, her muscle dipping in and out of your clenching hole, your fingers buried in her short brown hair as your back arched.

"Maggie! 's so— 's so good!" You whined, grinding your hips against her face. "'M gonna make you come, pretty girl, then 'm gonna ride this cute, soaked pussy." Her lower chin was soaked with your juices as she edged you closer to your orgasm. You gripped at the material behind your head, the other hand tugging at her mixed locs.

Her dirty talk was driving you insane as you crashed, her mouth unrelenting as you spasmed against the ground.

As you came down, she pulled off of you, wiping your release off with the back of her hand as she kept that same smirk on her face.

"You okay ta keep goin'?" She asked you, voice full of care as she wiped a piece of sweat off of your brow.

"Yeah, I'm great." You breathed with a smile, spreading your legs wider she she could fit herself in between them.

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[themostsanebug]

hey hi i was planning on sharing this to dsaf confessions but since. that place is where drama DWELLS in the fandom i will not be doin so and instead keeping this on my blog teehee. so. WOE dsaf identity/ship hcs be upon ye!!!!

jack kennedy; sorry guys. i hit this fucker with the trans beam.... (transmasc agender) he/him pronouns. he is!!! also aroace!!!! romance neutral, sex favorable! he fucks but doesnt necessarily do it because he finds them hot. he also tried to date. several times and that didnt work. he dated dave and roger briefly and broke up with both of them. he still refuses to acknowledge hes not straight and in fact doesnt love anyone. yeah hes. autistic too.

dave miller; GENDERFLUID!!!! MASC-PRESENTING!!!! he fucks with mostly he/him pronouns but any work he could care less. terms and stuff of the like depend on what mood hes in. sometimes he likes to be called a girl and will be very happy if ya do so!!!! pansexual!!! personally think its for the best hes not polyamorous but. sorry chat get hit with my dave x roger propaganda but he loves that orange phone. in my eyes hes more chill after breaking up with jack!!!! he also doesnt like jack all too much anymore though..... doessss he see roger in a similar light to jack? just a lil.... roger being orange doesnt help. but hes not. AS obsessive. he also has!!! audhd!!! 2 me at least.

steven stevenson; t. transman... canonically gay so that remains!!!!! the same!!!!! he/it/fox pronouns in my heart. he just says he/him if you ask though. also. autism. hes autisitic. i see him with jake now..... my ass could not escape the liminalspace propaganda.... are most of these based on his askblog? yeah!!! do i care? no!!!

dee kennedy; cis female!!!! she is aroace and and in my heart bow uses she/bow pronouns because i said so. i COULD see her wanting a platonic relationship with another ghost kid though!!!!!! so mayhaps platonic attraction?

peter kennedy; transman. woah wonder how often thats gonna show up here!!!! he/him and he’s bicurious!!!! mainly because it makes sense to me. hes kissed a man before he got married.

harry fitzgerald; ttt. transman transman t- sorry. i cant restrain myself most of them are transmen. BUT!!!! he’s polyamorous and omnisexual with a masc-leaning preference!!!!! he/they pronouns!!!! yayay!!!!!! theyre dating. roger and and walt!!!!

jake wilson; giggles. guys you would NOT be able to guess this but hes trans too. shes just built different. WOE GENDERQUEER TRANSFEM JAKE BE UPON YE!!!!! she/he pronouns and and hes gay too!!!!! i heart breaking gender stereotypes with my headcanons. shes dating steven giggles.

roger jones; TRANSMASC BLURGENDER!!!!! is that me self projecting??? absolutely. he/it pronouns and and he’s bisexual and polyamorous!!!!! its also autistic.... he is dating harry and dave!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

walt grouse; cis male!!!!! woah i think hes like. the first on this list. any pronouns he doesnt give two shit call him whatever you want. he is!!!! also implaromantic/sexual!!!!! he gave up he couldnt find a label that fit him so that was his last resort. he is dating harry because rarepairs i love you rarepairs.

rebecca; cis female!!!! probably a straight ally!!! she/her pronouns but i can see her being fine with gender neutral terminology being used on her!!!! she is also not dating anyone!!!!!

henry miller; henrys just a guy. a dude. but also not? oddly enough, i agree with the interpretation that henry is gendervoid and that henry doesnt use pronouns but just henrys name!!!!! thank you chribs for that. also dont see henry being particularly romantic or sexual? so aroace in the sense that henry is romance and sex repulsed.

THATS ALL FEEL FREE TO THROW ROCKS AT ME.......

[unhappycylinder]

Hey!:) Could you do a Charlie Dalton x male!reader?

Reader is anxious, more than ever, and he's pacing and pacing like there's no tomorrow in his dorm because feels weird about his best friend, Charlie. He doesn't know how to describe it and he's terrified to find out what it is (the lovely boy is bisexual). One day he walks into his dorm, the door being forgotten and wide open and he just begins to slam his head into his desk over and over until he starts to bleed a little bit. Charlie walks in and asks him what's wrong and what's all the noise and reader ends up having a mental breakdown about bow confused he feels about a friend. As they talk, Charlie realizes that reader's crush is him and tells him after one of the meetings in the cave when he realized he felt the same way about reader :)

aaahhhhh yes, i love this!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for this request!! I've never written xmale!reader before so pls give me feedback in the comments and let me know if you like it :)

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No Unreturned Love -   Charlie Dalton x male!Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: negative self talk, self harm, kissing, charlie begin an angel, shitty whitman references

Charlie’s joke…if you could call it that…came as a dagger to the chest, especially since you were at the brunt of it. The rest of your friends, the entirety of the newly-formed Welton chapter of the Dead Poets Society, howled with laughter and praise in the dining hall, hands clapping you on the back with each wave of entertainment. You, on the other hand, had shrunk into yourself, blood filling your ears and face, making your hearing fade and your skin flush.

“You don’t have to room with him,” Charlie’s voice replayed in your mind, “God knows what he thinks about when he stays up under the covers after lights out”

It was an innocent jab, somewhere deep down you understood that, but rationality only went so far when the source of your discomfort was your roommate, and the boy you had been falling for since the first day of term.

Neil’s laughter subsided as his arm snaked around your shoulders, your eyes refusing to open as you focused your consciousness on subsiding the anxiety bubbling in your throat. 

“I gotta go,” you barked out, wiggling from Neil’s grasp and removing yourself from the dinner table, “excuse me.”

“Hey,” Charlie’s taunting voice had turned concerned, “Y/n where you going? It was just a joke man,” he called after you. You paid his words no mind, half because you simply couldn’t hear him, and half because you couldn’t be bothered to stay at that suffocating table any longer.

The walk back to your shared room went by in a flash, anxiety and the need for solitude propelling your legs up the stairs and down the hall. Door insight, the tears threatened to flow, the proximity of seclusion breaking your emotional control.

“Fuck,” your voice trembled as you swung the door open and flopped onto your bed. Your pillow was your support as you cried it out, salty tears darkening the grey fabric until a puddle had formed.

With shaking hands, you pushed yourself up off the mattress and swung yourself into your desk chair, anxiously-chewed fingernails digging into your scalp as you rested your head in your hands.

“Y/n you idiot,” flowed from your lips like a mantra, repeating until you believed your words more than you had ever believed anything before. Words turned into actions, your anger at yourself fueling the fire of self-hate that propelled you to begin tapping your forehead against the wooden desk. 

“Stupid” joined the affirmations as tears wet the wood beneath your head, which was now throbbing and tender…how long had you been doing this?

The voices of your classmates and friends coming down the hall were lost within your words, your head continuously contacting the desk with more force each time. 

“Woah,” Charlie’s voice sounded like a dream, and you were certain it was, until the sudden slam of the door and the warm contact of his hands on your shoulders broke you from your trance, “Y/n…Y/n,” the repetition of your name became the new mantra in your mind.

He had pulled you away from the desk, his hands now resting on the sides of your face, cradling the weight of your head. He was squatting on the floor in between your legs, your body defeatedly slumped in the desk chair.

“What are you doing?” He chastised you, “you’re hurting yourself, what’s wrong?”

“Charlie,” you groaned, voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m here, you can talk to me,” his thumb wiped the specks of blood from your forehead, his eyes full of pain and wonder.

“I can’t,” you sobbed out, pulling your head out of his hands, “I can’t talk to you about anything”

“Y/n?” He asked, shocked, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“You don’t know,” you whined, delirium taking the reins of your words, “you just don’t know”

“I don’t know what?” Charlie rubbed your knee tenderly, sending chills up your spine, but also sending grief through your body as you mourned what would never be.

“Y/n, I’m your best friend. I’m sorry about the joke at dinner, I didn’t know it was a touchy subject, I really-”

“It’s not about the joke Charlie,” you sighed, your voice audible to him only because of the amount of concentration and attention he was dedicating to you in this moment.

“What’s it about then?” His hands gripped your legs as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours to get any sense of what was bothering you.

Your eyes trailed down to his hands, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched him touch you, “nothing,” you whispered, tears gently streaming down your blushing cheeks.

Charlie’s eyes followed yours down to his hands, which immediately stopped moving, instead staying statically gripping your lower thighs. He breathed deeply, your anxiety overwhelming you in his silence. Silently, you were cursing yourself, wondering if he had figured out your feelings. He sighed, his eyes closing as he looked to be trying to remember something.

“Sometimes-” he began, eyes still closed, “sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love,” he opened his eyes, finding yours instantly, “But now I think there is no unreturned love, the pay is certain one way or another”

Your mouth fell open, words failing to come to your tongue, electing instead to stare at him with wide-eyes, praying to every higher power that you had indeed heard him correctly.

“Whitman,” he shrugged, a laugh escaping his lips briefly, “did I get that right?”

“Which part?” you whispered, “the quote or the message within it?”

“I’m hoping both,” he smirked, his thumbs beginning to rub gentle circles on your thigh again.

“Yeah, yeah I think both,” you smiled, your tears drying up and your anxiety fading, “I really think both”

“Okay,” Charlie chuckled, “can I kiss you?”

“Kiss….me?” You stared at him with pure shock, “yes. Please”

And with your permission, Charlie stood up, leaning down to grasp your face with his hands once again, his lips meeting yours in a soft, quick kiss. Months of wondering, wishing, anxiously treading on eggshells in every aspect of your friendship fading away as you took in every sensation of this moment.

He pulled away with a smile, standing up and fixing his hair, “you know I’ve wanted to do that since the first society meeting in the cave?”

“Bullshit,” you laughed, “there’s no way”

“I’m dead serious, how could I lie to you?” He stroked your jaw with his hand, “I had a feeling you felt the same, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You couldn’t have told me before I slammed my head into my desk?” You glanced at the red stain on the wood, then back at Charlie.

“I’ll work on my timing” he winked, walking towards the door, “don’t go anywhere, I’m gonna get some stuff to clean you up.” 

Leaving you to throw your head back and breathe the first clear breath you’d had in months, you sighed in relief that you had finally come clean to the boy you loved…and he loved you all the same.

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[faglaios]

id love to hear your denji thoughts

I HAVE SO MANYYYY HE MAKES ME SO SAD. Warnings for sexual assault talk

particularly just how tragic he is and framed as comedy (meant to be realized is tragic, but csm fans tend to have no reading comprehension💔) like ermmm when his FAMILY IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE? and he desperately offers sexual favors to ensure their safety like people seeing that and going “haha woah what!!” or “denji gay moments!” or whatever like yes I think he is bisexual but that is literally not a moment for evidence for that, he is desperate and willing to do anything to help his family and we KNOW his relationship with sexuality.

Denji is 16 at the start, he’s going through puberty, he’s horny. That’s not a bad thing and is actually really fun to explore! It’s a central part of his character that he just wanted to touch boobs and have sex and a girlfriend, but what ISNT silly is how that is directly what causes him to get groomed and assaulted over and over (groomed I use mostly just for makima, himeno is on the fence for it I think she just took advantage of him and then. Sexually assaulted him like twice) Denji’s had no family for the vast majority of his life and has had little contact with other people in a normal way, he’s had no way to process or experience desire whether it be sexual or romantic or just desire for things in general. He struggles (and I believe he’s not even conscious of it) to differentiate between these types of feelings because the only time he’s done that was with pochita! And it makes sense he wouldn’t wanna fuck his dog like. Duh.

But he’s so continuously taken advantage of and manipulated that even in recent chapters when he’s sorted through some things and has visibly REALIZED he needs to be treated better and with respect, you can see him revert back to those traumatic habits and responses because he’s desperate! And you can see he’s not fucking happy when these examples of reversion occur! He feels bad, but because characters are laughing at him or what he says “feels” (“feels” because tbh like it’s realistic when you think about it!) out of pocket and surprises the audience, it’s viewed as funny!

Literally my friend, when the chapter of him offering to tongue yoshida’s ass for a week to keep his family safe, was laughing! And that’s like ok initially I guess bc yeah it’s vulgar and sudden but it’s so sad! Chainsaw man has a funny name so “it’s a comedy,” or someone literally just tried telling me it’s a “tragic romcom” like!!! Csm is not a sad romantic comedy!! Denji is groomed, sexually assaulted, manipulated, taken advantage of, the list goes on!! None of his romantic encounters are ever (save for asa) just Kind Of Sad. Csm is the story of a victim over and over again and it’s explicit about that!! The comedy comes from silly moments that are semi frequent, but overall it’s a tragedy, like ohhhh my god denji makes me so fucking upset

[skysquid22]

well of course have to ask for mine….

Rise up Mine heads

First Impression: I've shared this here before, but I have an exact time and date for it. My first impression was "woah cool dragon" and "this guy is giving me a lot of Patrick Bateman vibes".

Impression Now: Not as Bateman as everyone jokes! Mine is such an interesting cookie. Even when not at his extreme, his rationale, justification, and overall thinking process are just so damn interesting to pick at. Deeply, he is someone that wants to be loved, but is more afraid of people betraying him than he is of being vulnerable.

Favorite Moment: Oh, so many to pick from lol. I have too many favorite moments on equal playing field so I'll pick a sleeper hit for many. In the vacation RGGO story, when Kanda asks him to go pick up women and the music cuts out, looks like a sad worried dog, and asks, "Me?" it's so funny. Never underestimate his ability to be funny.

Idea For A Story: Would like to write a whump-centered fic around Mine getting shot and Daigo patching him up. Would be a thing where Mine is with them in the fishing village type of beat, so they have to go to a vet to get help.

Unpopular Opinion: this is going to get rocks thrown at me but my headcanons for characters' sexuality change depending on what caters best to the story and my default is usually making Mine bisexual with an ace leaning.

Favorite Relationship: Minedai....... <3. Daigo just has such an interesting and undeniable effect on Mine that it completely changed the course of his life. His only true friend and the only man he's ever loved. Even if you're not paying attention to Daigo's feelings, Mine's feelings for Daigo are a perfect moment of insight into his character. You can see his desperation plainly. Fascinating.

Favorite Headcanon: Hmm... I don't have a favorite, just a lot I enjoy. So here is one. Daigo once won him a black Oinklet from a ufo catcher and gave it to him as a gift. It's the first gift a friend had ever given him so he cherishes that Oinklet with his fucking life. Plushie in the bed type of deal. Ohhhh Oinklet we're really in it now...

[spitinsideme]

do you remember what/when was your first exposure to lesbianism (women loving women in case u dont know what that means) (its like gay men but instead of being men theyre women, its pretty fun and cool)

LESBIANISM ???? WOMEN ??? owha ..... might havw to resesrch girls kissing later ...

i think my first exposure to lesbianism (like girls actually kissing) was this story on the game episode, and i clearly remeber that i was playing a story about love and it.had options to date men and women, or the bsecual option, "i dont knkw man, i jst like pizza" whoch mesnt bkth men and women, and i remeber thinkinv WOMEN ?????????? and i wnaed to press it ... i was so tempted to .. i was lime .. 10 ? 11 ? 9 ?? i dont remeber, 9-11 and i had mever in my lofe jesrd of lesbianism before (i did get callrd a lesbian beflre this because i was dsting my friend fri3nd on roblox by pretending to be a guy) but i was lime WOAH ??? 2OMEN KISSING WOMEN ?? but i was also like not going to pick women because to me thqt was new and odd, but i ddint want to pick men because i dodnt like men (shocker !!!) and so i picked the bisexual option (secretly i wantrd the women option but i woukd have felt too ashamed)

AND THE THERE WAS THE SCEBE WHERE THE GIRL CAME IN AND WE (ALSO.A.GIRL) BUMPED INTO HER !!! and she was pretty hot, badass girl qnd i woukd get teally excoted to talk to hrr everytime my character rejected her i was so angry i was begging for my characyer to plese just kiss her already, but the giy wlukd also show up wnd i hated him so much because he was a guy and i didnr want him, so id just skip it as fast as possible until the girl was there

after i had learned of this besutoful thing callrd lesbianism, i wljkd search up lesbian on episode to read more girl on girl stories. then i saw that fifty shades of gret pussy eating scene, and id sesrch up lesbian sex on episode

but lik3 my first .. like actual media of lesbianism woukd be yuri manga ? i remever the first one i watched and read was citrus, so that kind of has a special place in my hesrt even if its kind of weird because it was the firsr lesbian thing i had rver read or seen. i wpukd like go on some sketchy manga websotes and loom theoifh every single yuri manga and read them all like id write every simgke one down in a book ( i still have that book with all the yuri manga titles, its really filled up ! and i r3mebe4 all of them)

basically, my first exposre to lesbian media was when i was lime 9 or 10 from episode lesbian ! but i have always been a lesbian in my actions without even knlwing it ... i was literqlly like watching videos of women dancing on youtibe AND working out when i was 12 for quite a while because i woukd look st thr women and go "god, theyre so pretty, i need to be strong so that womej will love me and want me" and that was normal to me and i didnt think of mys3lf as lesbian