#of course i was amazed with the writing of the show

[ddlydevotion]

OUR DAY WILL COME ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Being Bo Chow’s Wife headcanons…

a/n: this was written with a black fem reader in mind (this is a little self indulgent lol) but anybody can read & enjoy this! I’m not strictly a Sinners blog so I won’t be writing for these characters all the time. Also, the backstory was inspired by @nothanksofficer, so go check them out 💌!!

Currently listening to: We’ll Be United by The Intruders

You cannot tell me that this man doesn't teach you how to string together sentences in Mandarin (if you don't already speak it). It'd start with him having sweet little nicknames for you in his native tongue, then you'd get curious & end up wanting him to teach you what he knows.

Many of the nicknames he has for you derive from your characteristics & personality. I'm really set on the fact that he'd call you 'little sweetheart' in Mandarin. It's also quite obvious if you've seen the movie that he'd call you baby. Imagine this man calling you baby/sweetheart/honey in that smoky southern accent...I need to be put down.

You were known in town as the girl to go to if somebody needed artistic or creative direction in whatever they were working on. That lady down the street needs help patching up a dress? You'd show up with your sewing kit ready to go. The owner of a local bakery needs assistance painting over some stubborn stains? You'd be there with your very own paint, gloves, brushes, and a little stool for you to stand on. That's how you and Bo met in the first place. He was in desperate search for somebody that'd be able to help him produce a sign for his store. Every time he'd ask somebody if they knew anyone who could assist him in such a task, they'd reply with your name and nod their head towards your studio.

and by God, were you gorgeous. Bo stumbled over his words for a good ten seconds before pausing and finally spitting out "uh d'ya think ya could help me with a sign? I heard ya paint and do all sorts of things and uh- it's for my store." He was nervous but he'd be damned if he screwed up his first impression and ruined all his chances of working with you in the future. But, you simply flashed a sweet smile his way and graced him with an enthusiastic "of course! Whaddya have in mind?"

he loves eating pussy. send!

he’s very very handsy when he’s eating you out. One of his hands is always kneading and pinching your tits, savoring your sweet little sounds before trailing down to settle his hand on your tummy. He wraps his strong arms around your aching thighs, anchoring your hips down to the bed.

What he had in mind was him getting his act together so he could see that sweet little smile of yours every single day & night.

Bo definitely wants to have at least one baby with you. He's brought it up many times when the two of you are laying in bed together, skin-to-skin, after he's worn you out. He'll trace your plush hips n torso with his fingers, racking his eyes up the body that he adores oh so much before saying "I think we should go again, hm? Just to make sure it really sticks."

This man is suave he knows exactly how to flirt with you and what it takes to get you going. He doesn't lay it on thick (unless it takes you a while to understand he's flirting), he's slow with his touch and intentional with his words. Sorta like a game of cat and mouse.

Gives amazing massages. He'd definitely be the type to plop your sore feet onto his lap after a long day of walking around and start rubbing them.

"Does that feel good? Oh, I bet it does. You're real tense, baby."

He is a monster when it comes to eye contact and he'd do it even more if you're quick to get shy. He uses your flustered state to his advantage and gets you to finally look at him by placing a hand on your chin & tilting your head in his direction.

"y'know you can look at me right, ya don't gotta be all shy. Such a pretty lil thing, aint'cha?"

His proposal was one of the sweetest things you ever witnessed. You couldn't contain the gasp that left your mouth at the sight of him getting down on one knee. He went on to list all of his favorite things about you, your sweetness, compassionate nature, the protectiveness you harbor for the things you cherish. He recited his favorite moments that the two of you have shared, how he loves when your nose scrunches up when something is too sweet, how you bite your lip when you're concentrating, how you can't help but close your eyes and smile when your favorite song comes on.

"and I just knew from the very first moment I saw ya, baby, that you were the girl I wanted to settle down with. I wanted to bring you to meet my mom an' dad, buy ya a house, give you my baby if you'd let me, everything -anything you wanted, I wanted to give it to ya. and that's exactly what i'ma do, baby. All ya gotta do is say yes."

He undoubtedly got misty eyed seeing you walk down the aisle. Your wedding photos look a lot like the ones below (I know these aren’t time accurate let me have fun):

Bo is most definitely the type of man to hand feed his woman. Whenever the two of you are working on dinner together, he’ll hold a spoon up to your mouth so that you can have a taste of what he’s fixing up.

I’ll be posting a part two soon so let me know if you’d like to be tagged once it’s finished 💌🌷.

[i2rizz]

hihi I love your "no way he pulled that" series so much it has me giggling and kicking my feet! i was wondering if I could request one for reo? with a reader who's really loud and energetic but super soft with him?

It's kinda wild how obsessed everyone is with this idea-and I totally get it-but I've got like 20 requests lined up, and honestly? I'm tapped out. It's starting to feel like I'm writing the same thing over and over.

No Way He Pulled That Pt.13

The Blue Lock boys were halfway through summer training when Reo casually suggested a "reset day" No drills. No egos. Just sun, sand, and snacks—on a beach, of course, because what’s the point of being rich if you can’t occasionally act like you’re in a teen movie montage?

Naturally, they agreed. A break sounded like heaven. But what they didn’t know was that Reo had ulterior motives. He’d been hyping up his "girlfriend" for weeks.

At first, no one believed him.

"You have a what?" Nagi had asked once, monotone as always.

"A girlfriend" Reo had said, smug. "She’s amazing"

Rin raised an eyebrow. Shidou had straight up laughed.

"No offense, rich boy," Shidou snorted, "but I thought you were married to your credit card"

Reo rolled his eyes. "You’ll eat your words. Just wait"

The rumors spread like wildfire. The mysterious girl Reo was supposedly dating. The one he talked about with this dopey grin like he wasn’t the bougie prince of Mikage Corp. "She’s loud" he’d said fondly. "Louder than me, even" "She makes fun of me constantly" "But she’s got this smile that could stop time" "And when she hugs me, I forget how to breathe"

Yeah. No one believed him.

So when the group rolled up to Reo’s private beach—because of course it was his—they didn’t expect much. Just a bougie hangout, maybe some suspiciously fancy drinks, and Nagi napping under a palm tree.

What they didn’t expect… was her.

She wasn’t even facing them when they saw her. Just this goddess on the sand, diving for a volleyball like it owed her money. Hair tousled from the salty breeze, her skin glowing like she’d been sculpted out of light and whatever filter Instagram wishes it had.

She was wearing a sporty swim top with criss-cross straps and little black shorts that rode up with every movement. Her laughter rang out clear across the beach—loud, the kind of laugh that makes your chest feel warmer just from hearing it.

Then she turned.

The moment her eyes landed on the group of boys, her grin stretched wider—teeth, dimples, the whole show. She waved, sprinting up the sand with the energy of a golden retriever on espresso.

The ball was forgotten, falling at Rin’s feet.

"Yo, Reooooo!" she shouted like she hadn’t seen him in years. "You didn’t tell me the cryptids were coming too!"

Shidou blinked. "Did she just call us cryptids?"

"That’s her?" Karasu whispered, stunned.

Reo, who had been lounging casually by the umbrellas with a smug look already forming, stood up as she barreled toward him. She practically launched herself into his arms, limbs wrapping around him like a koala.

And just like that—snap. Reo softened.

Gone was the smugness. His entire face melted into this soft, stupid, dopey grin as he caught her. He tucked her hair behind her ear, whispering something that made her giggle. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispered something back, and he lit up like a kid on Christmas.

Everyone else?

Absolutely losing their minds.

"THAT’S her?" Chigiri hissed.

"No fuckinging way" Rin muttered under his breath, looking deeply disturbed.

"Since WHEN do loud girls like that go for the pretty boys with daddy’s credit card?" Bachira gasped.

"Wait wait wait," Shidou pointed, scandalized. "She just called him love"

"She called him love?"

Nagi, squinting "please censor the word love"

Reo turned toward them, arm slung around her waist like it belonged there. "Oh," he said, way too casually, "guys—this is my girlfriend"

"Your real girlfriend?" Isagi croaked, clearly re-evaluating his entire worldview.

The girl looked up, blinked innocently. "Wait—you didn’t tell them?

"I did!" Reo whined. "They just thought I was hallucinating you!"

She gasped. "Rude" Then turned to the boys, beaming. "Hi! I’m Y/N. I’m loud, annoying, and I’m dating your rich friend. Any questions?"

There was silence. Pure, disbelieving silence.

Then Karasu whispered, "Bro pulled a main character"

Shidou was already fake crying. "Love isn’t real unless it’s that"

Meanwhile, Reo—still holding onto her like she might vanish—was grinning like a winner.

"Believe me now?"

Bachira flopped onto the sand dramatically. "I thought she was a myth…"

Nagi, deadpan: "I thought you were lying."

Even Rin looked vaguely impressed.

But Reo just leaned down, kissed your forehead, and said softly, "Knew they’d freak out"

And as you beamed up at him like he hung the stars—completely unaffected by the jaw-dropped chaos happening around you—every single one of those boys realized…

No way he pulled that.

But he did.

And she was crazy about him.

[blushy-tigerrr]

time with my love

as much as i want to write out a big long story time post about the time that @applesyaboi and i shared together over these past two weeks, i simply cannot put into words how amazing he made me feel. so, instead of trying to write paragraphs on paragraphs and find the right words for this amazing man, i’ll just give you guys a summary of our time.

but yknow… a picture also says a thousand words, so…

just to show yall how obsessed he is with my tummy and i love it shut up

anyway. to the summary!!

when his plane arrived, i was shaking with nerves and convinced i’d cry. i somehow didn’t. we hugged, we kissed, and then we got in the car and left. i also got him some fake flowers so he could keep them forever hehe. when we made it home, we (of course) immediately got into Shenanigans™️

my god you guys i never feel more ticklish than i do when he tickles me it’s insane. he found so many new awful spots that i never expected to be as bad as they are. he had me making noises i didn’t know i could make oh my god it was so incredible.

but also. i found so many new spots on him too and guys. i am OBSESSED with his laugh and his smile and how much he squirms and AHHHH IM IN LOVE!!!

we also got to try out restraints and a vibrating feather i had recently purchased and woah. game changer.

but we didn’t just sit around and tickle each other the whole time hehe. here’s a list of most of the stuff we did over the course of our two weeks together!

- he met my parents and they loved him :’)

- he saw me in the musical i’m in on our opening night MY THEATER KID HEART WAS SO HAPPY

- he met some of my friends including @daisylovestickles and @abc321 (who all adored him ofc)

- went to a baseball game!!!

- adventured to some of my favorite food spots and ate so much good fucking food GAHHH

- related. showed him wawa for the first time :3

- watched silly youtube videos and movies to pass the time

- showed him my stardew valley saves

there was probably more, but my mind is a mess rn and that’s most of it, so i’ll keep it at that.

i dropped him off at the airport like seven and a half hours ago and it feels like he’s been away from me for five years. :’)

apples, you’re the love of my life. thank you for coming out here and staying with me for two weeks. you make my life so much better and brighter. you’re my rock and my biggest cheerleader. i would not be where i am now without your love and support, and i am eternally grateful. we may have only been together for six months, but i am convinced that you are my person. i don’t want to know life without you ever again. <3

see you soon, sweetheart, but not soon enough.

[xmissrogersx]

Hello, again | Pedro Pascal

tags: fangirl journalist, pedro being sweet, argentina language.

my writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

i hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.

The comic-con was booming when we arrived. Thousands of characters passed by walking around us.

-I’ve never seen so many spidermans in my life.

-I think they agreed this year -I said looking for my pass.

-You don't think we should have dressed like that, do you? -asked another guy from the set.

-We are press, I don't know if it was ideal.

-Personally, I would have put on my Darth Vader suit -he said proudly, to which we laughed under our breath.-What is funny?

-Oh, nothing, it's just that it's very... basic? -my partner replied, to which they started a discussion from which I quickly escaped.

I saw the Star Wars stand, where the merchandise was simply amazing. A little Grogu stuffed animal caught my attention.

-Can I see it?

-Of course! -the seller exclaimed. I smiled to take it in my hands, stepping back to let other buyers look.

Suddenly, my right foot slipped slightly, making me lose my balance. But out of nowhere I felt a hard surface against my back, making me collide with something, or rather with someone.

-Sorry, I didn't see...

-Calm down, don't worry. Are you okay? -exclaimed a somewhat strange voice, to which he looked up to notice the helmet on.

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you Mando -I answered obviously, to which he laughed.

-I'm flattered to know that you know me, miss...

-Priscilla.

-Priscilla -hearing my name with his modified voice sent an electric shock through my spine.-Are you coming for work?

-Oh, yes. I came with a group of colleagues, whom I have already completely lost. I must make a report to someone from the convention.

-You can do it to me, no problem.

-Excuse me? -mierda, i’m an idiot. How would I react if the greatest of my fantasies in my head were starred by the man who was supposedly in front of me.

-That you can make me the report, I will gladly help you.

-Really? Thank you very much...

-Din, Din Djarin -he exclaimed, to which I laughed, nodding with an obvious head.

He looked at his wrist, reading the time on his watch.

-I have a presentation in 20 minutes, in the main room, in case you want to go.

-I would love to -I nodded and smiled again.

-Your smile is beautiful -he blurted out, leaving me static and sending the electricity again, and then leaving.

I went to the main room, which was already full. I only managed to stand at the bottom. Instantly, all those who were going to show up came out, to which everyone began to applaud effusively.

-Wow, it's incredible that cosplay generates this.

-This is not the cosplay presentation -my partner Honey turned to me, to which I arched an eyebrow.

-I don't understand, they're playing...

-They don't play them, they are the cast of The Mandalorian, they are promoting the movie. Remember you show me the photos of the promo last week. You are the biggest fan of Din Djarin, and doesn’t know it?

-Then...

It was him. Her dark brown hair, which combined with her brown eyes. Television didn't do him justice. And only a moment ago he had been in front of me.

-Pris, are you okay? -she shook my arm, taking me out of my trance.

-Yes, yes... I think -I stammered.

I spend the conference between applause and laughter. Every time he answered a question from the audience, he smiled genuinely. Holy God, his smile already provoked in me too much, but in person it upset me.

Miss, come with me, please -someone spoke to my right.

-Excuse me? -I frowned.

-Come with me, he requested your presence behind -the man pointed out, to what accompanies him.

We crossed a curtain, and then reached a corridor with several doors.

-It's here, come in and wait -he finished and then withdrew. I entered doubtfully, not understanding why I was there.

After 10 minutes, the door handle moved, causing me to paralyze. His figure entered the room. He was wearing the helmet again.

-Sorry for the delay.

-No, don't worry, they brought me a few minutes ago -I nodded, closing my eyes a little in shame, already feeling the blush on my face.-In my head that sounded different, I swear.

He laughed, denying slightly. He raised his hands to the helmet to take it off. I think I've never felt in my life to hold my breath for so long.

-Hello again -he said, raising his right lip up.

-Hi... -I replied stupidly because of my trance, which I didn't want him to notice.

-I have a proposal to make you. I help you with your report, only if you agree to be my guide to show me the city -my expression detonated in amazement instantly.

-Is this your first time in Buenos Aires?

-Something like that, but I would like to see it through you.

la puta madre.

He extended his right hand towards me, to which I replied the greeting even repeating his words in my mind.

-Pedro.

[dancingdorito]

As much as I think we should hold criticism until the season is over, I genuinely think we should have a discussion about how the discourse surrounding Andor is HELPFUL and GOOD. It's not normal for a show to fulfill everyone's needs, it's a story written with a purpose. If you were to watch every show with the expectation of having your own wishes fulfilled, you'd miss the point of art, and you'd miss the point of the show.

Having some characters being interpreted in a way thats is uncomfortable to the viewer makes sense to the theme of the show. The show being a political commentary requires it to call on real life inspiration and issues. Naturally this creates tension because as humans we have different experiences and therefore different perspectives. Of course there are things we think they could have handled better, but we don't even fully know how this season ends yet, and people are already making decisions about how certain things are being dealt with.

Andor being a prequel means we know how his story ends. We know how his sacrifice affects the galaxy. But we also know that most of the characters we meet in this show will either die or be missing by the time we reach the battle of Yavin. We know and we watch anyway.

Cassian Andor is not like Luke Skywalker, and he isnt meant to be. He is a realistic, flawed, and good rebel. The whole reason he helps Jyn get to Scarif is because he wants all his misdoings and sacrifices to be worth it. So it wouldn't make sense for him to be this fully self-actualized character when we know his ending. It wouldn't make sense for his character to be so believing in the cause when we see him actively disregard orders in Rogue One multiple times, purely because of his heart and belief in others. He believes fully in the cause, but he has his own autonomy and choices.

Does this mean we shouldn't criticize the writing? not at all! It just simply means that having these conversations about these characters helps bring the message of the show across. Being upset that certain characters aren't being given the care you think they deserve is completely normal, and it is great that we can have discussions on this. A political commentary is never going to get everything right, especially with such a large ensemble of strong amazing actors who put so much into this show. Being critical of story choices is the purpose of political commentary, so we can connect this distant galaxy to our own world, and our own issues.

I'm not saying this to excuse the writers for how they have been handling certain characters, I just think that we should keep having these critical conversations because it is important to do so. I also think it would be good to withhold complete judgement until the show is over.

[noodledrawsandstuff]

(Tag dump/long post warning) Appreciation Post !!! Big ups to my gang

Felt like being nice today >:) This year hasn't been all that good to me, but these wonderful people have been a great help! (Even if I don't talk to/interact much with some of them) They're all sweethearts and if you like me for whatever reason then you should follow them if you don't already! (Sorry if I get repetitive but hehe + sorry if I forget someone... there's a shit load to go through here, I might need two posts-)

Of course I have to start with my all my fellas: cotton_candylover (watch-through buddy!), bara_kid_pirates (helped make my strawpage!) and purple_rainfrog (my co-writer in the dark ages...), you lot are great and I love watching through anime and being little shithead weirdos with you :3 why don't you have tumblr 😠 I'm going to skin you

@drago-is-me You are my lil guy and I want to grab and throttle you, also I love your art I want to kiss you platonically and then fight you to the death

@fortheloveofkiller I love your art sm!!!! You are greatness, and I will always respect a fellow Killer lover

@perhapsrampancy Lovely friend of the worm (FOTW!!!) I want to give you a nice hug and a head pat and a big platonic kiss :3

@wyvernslovecake Shriek is my daughter and I love her dearly, you're very silly and I love you for it, also your writing is 👌

@lxshoxk Your op bulls are yummy yummy and you are magnificent, you deserve all the best things you could want (and you're a FOTW for bonus points)

@d-angel00 Good FOTW and a very talented artist!! I adore you sm I wanna give you the biggest hug I can muster

@schwazombie Another lovely FOTW I adore you ty for the beautiful Killer on my straw page I love him

@baby-xemnas Peak lawbepo/luzo/kidkiller, incredible artist I want to kiss your art mwah it gives me life

@mekachu04 Incredible amazing showstopping artist, and a FOTW!!!

@shipshinablog Your art is absolutely delicious, I adore how you draw Heat and Wire they are just so beautiful I want to kiss them

@thamaris Another incredible artist!!! I adore your art, especially your gorgeous Wire he is yum

@a-killer-obsession Another one!!!!!!! Your art is adorable and your fics are just ough 5-star meals + fellow Killer enjoyer >:)

@nethhiri I adore your art/fics too ough I wanna devour it!!! (I'm repeating myself a lot but trust me I mean it! You're wonderful and very talented!!!)

@don-mellow Hehehe your art is scrumptious I love your big juicy muscular big titty men especially your Wire he is so fine

@magnuspirate I absolutely adore your art, your Heat is magnificent ty for showing him the love he deserves, plus your designs for the crew are so peak ough *eats* (ty for grey haired Wire I want to kiss him he's so pretty)

@toonsparks Your art is so fun and cute and ough I love it sm I need it more than oxygen bc its just so mmm it makes me joyous

@gratefulcheeses Your art makes ms so feral, the way you draw my favourite beautiful boys is so ough delicious I will devour it

@moedesparta Another incredible artist, your art is so scrumptious I want it injected into my veins

@lfypj Your art is so fucking good oml I am in love with how you draw Kid and Killer they look so damn fine

@swampstew-stories (I cant tag your main lol-) I am feral for your writing ough it is just immaculate (personal shoutout to the Kid OnlyFans AU and Killer Tiktok AU they both give me life in very different ways)

@misaneeragoni FOTW!!! Your art is wonderful it makes me all giddy, also you are wonderful too!

Alright I think that's it.... unless I make a part 2 then it isn't- Either way, ty for sticking around if you got this far! You're a real trooper (insert name here.) Go follow the people above they're all wonderful and they deserve the world! All their art and fics and beautifulness has helped me at a time where I felt like the water in the Thames, this post doesn't even begin to describe how much I appreciate them and love what they do but I hope its at least something!

[readerihardlyknowher]

Would you do a Spencer x Reader where the reader is constantly shipped with someone else and he gets jealous? ❤️❤️❤️

Ok I really really liked this, I ended up writing both this and the last post yesterday but wanted to space it out some.

Spencer Agnew x Reader, mostly gn except for one mention of gf at the end Warnings: None WC: 1,735

“Y/n and Damien would lowkey be cute together ngl”

“The way Damien looks at Y/n ASKSJFLAJF”

“Have you guys seen the edit of them from the latest video 👀👀"

Spencer was not blind to the massive fanbase surrounding you and your fellow coworker, and he can see why; you both get along like glue. He doesn’t even know why he really cares for what the fans think in that way, he knows it’s not good for his mental health. But seeing something so innocent such as the two of you leaning against each other during Reddit Stories made him clench his jaw when he saw it. Not because he thought you were into Damien, but because the fans thought you were. Spencer knew as well that he had no right to be upset when neither of you had gone public with your relationship. It’s why he was so happy to be with someone as amazing as you, because despite your love of being on camera, you were more than satisfied keeping your relationship private, even with the downsides it came with.

“Spence! Come on, we’re on!” Your voice snaps him from his thoughts, he barely has any time to process before you’re pulling his arm and into the bright and shining lights of the VidCon stage, letting go once you’re about to become visible.

The cheers from the audience is deafening, and makes everyone on stage a little nervous, but especially Spencer, who’d rather do anything than sit in front of a large crowd. The only thing that manages to distract him from his anxiety is seeing you and the smile on your face as you take a seat in your chair, right beside him and the rest of the cast.

The show begins with everyone briefly introducing themselves to the audience, before Shayne announces that they’ll be doing another live Reddit Stories video, which of course, everyone cheers for. Shayne begins with the infamous iPad, reading a story from r/Relationships. The whole time he reads though, Spencer was preoccupied with thoughts of anxiety, both from being in front of such a large number of people, and being right next to you. Some part of him hopes that the fans will hone in on that, say something like “wait, Spencer and Y/n look kinda cute together.”

You, on the other hand, notice Spencer’s worried expression, knowing him well enough to know when he’s nervous. So, you decide to reach your hand out to hold his in your own, gently running your thumb over the back of his hand. The both of you sit behind Courtney, Keith, and Trevor, and the seats are low enough that your hands can’t be seen if they’re low enough. Spencer looks over at you, meeting your eyes and searching for any sort of support he can find. You see the look and offer him a soft smile, as if to say “it’s okay, I’m here” without a single word exchanged. This does manage to help him and he tunes back into the story being read, despite having missed most of it. 

“Wait, okay, so this guy thought inviting OP’s sister into a threesome was a good idea?!” Courtney shouted, shocked by the content of the story that the two of you had missed, saying enough in that sentence alone for you to know what the post was about. Everyone makes their rounds of comments on the story before eventually moving on to the next post.

By the second post, Spencer has significantly calmed down, but he still has not relinquished his hold onto your hand. He tells you frequently how there’s something about you that grounds him, and right now he needs it. You, on the other hand, feel a little nervous about holding his hand for so long, worried that someone from the audience or a camera might see. You had refrained from being public because it was Spencer’s request, and you understood it completely. So, with his hand in yours in such a public setting, you wonder how long it will be that you two are kept private for, and hoping that you two will get to be the ones to announce that instead of someone else happening to catch you holding hands.

Eventually, it’s time to move onto the Q&A section of the show, and Shayne’s once again reading them all from his iPad. It starts out simple, with questions like “What’s everyone’s favorite videogame?” “What’s Shayne’s workout routine?” “How do people feel about AI?” and then eventually delved into some more personal questions, with some of the cast more willing to answer than others. One of the questions asked is “What’s everyone’s type?” Despite getting a laugh from the cast, only a few actually decide to give their answer, including you.

“Okay, just talking personality here, I really like nerds. It’s true, I love when people will just yap about their interests, there’s something so attractive about it.”

Spencer didn’t even need to look at you to know you were making an inside reference to him. The words excited him, you announcing to the world that your type is him. It brings a smile to his face, a smile almost nothing could take away. Nothing except–

“Like Damien!” Someone’s voice shouts through the audience, causing a ripple of people cheering and some shouting your ship name.

Spencer had never been angrier than in this moment. It took all his energy to not visibly show it on his expression, taking it out instead by squeezing your hand a little tighter. You could feel it, the anger and frustration in your boyfriend that your fans wanted you to get with another man. It’s a discussion you’ve had in private a few times before, not about Damien directly, he had nothing to do with the problem, but about how hurtful it was, not having your audience see the two of you together and not ship you. Of course, there were the few fans who did, and you had followed them on your secret account, but they were far from the most popular. You hold his hand tighter before answering, trying not to seem upset by the question.

“Look, Damien’s great and all you, you guys – I mean, he’s one of my closest friends – but he’s not the only nerdy yapper in existence,” you respond, which makes the audience laugh, with a few people booing. Spencer looks over at your face, seeing how you’re clearly straining to remain happy looking. But how could you feel happy when people are unintentionally hurting your boyfriend? You had to set the record straight once again that you and Damien are just friends. Luckily, Damien speaks up as well.

“Yeah, and let’s maybe keep all that energy on the internet. You don’t know if people are going to be okay with that being said to their face. Besides, in this cast alone there’s like, five nerdy yappers, pick someone else for once,” Damien says, a little exasperated but trying to play it off as a joke. The two of you had both connected over the fact that while you do love each other, you don’t like to see each other in that way. Your heart was already taken by Spencer. At this point, Spencer had gained enough confidence that he decided to make a comment as well.

“I mean, if anyone needs to pick another nerdy yapper to ship Y/n with…” Spencer said with a smug expression, causing the fans to cheer and you to shoot him a surprised expression. You give him a small, confused glance, as if to ask if he’s really being so bold in public, which he just responds to with another smug look. You consider his comment and the implications of it. Just that alone will cause people to see you two that way, which you had assumed he didn’t want in order to keep your relationship private. However, you weren’t going to complain if it meant he was feeling more confident.

The Q&A eventually ends and so does the Smosh Live segment. As you all head back behind stage, everyone hugs each other and says how amazing everyone did. You turn to Spencer, still reeling from his comment, before practically jumping into his arms with a hug. He holds you tight, burying his face in your neck and planting a small, secret kiss there before pulling back. He stares at you for a second, not saying anything, before suddenly rushing out a sentence.

“I want to talk with you later in our room.”

The words confused you and even worried you a little, but the excitedly nervous expression on his face told you that there was nothing to be worried about. You nod as a reply for now, before turning back to join the rest of the cast.

It takes a while to get back to the hotel, first having dinner with the cast and some crew, then going out for a couple drinks, before finally getting back to the hotel room you share with your boyfriend.

Once you both unwind a little from the busy day, Spencer takes you to sit on the bed beside each other, facing one another. You give him some time to formulate his words as they anxiously sit on his tongue. 

“Y/n…” He begins. His mind is torn in many different places. He wants to be known as your boyfriend, he wants to know that people won’t want you with someone else, he wants you to not be ashamed of him. “I think… I think I’m ready to be public. For us to be public.”

It takes you a moment to process his words. To you, being with him had been all you ever wanted, even before you had known it’s what you wanted. You didn’t care if fans knew or not, you just wanted him. But right now, his tense expression and vulnerable words made you want to do whatever it was he requested, and you had no problem obliging this one.

“Spence, I’d love to go public.” A sigh of relief left him at your words. A part of him had wondered whether or not you’d even want to after he made you wait for so long, but either way, he was happy. “Would you like to make a post tomorrow announcing it?”

“That would be amazing, hun.”

(ignore how there's more comments than likes, I forgot to add an extra digit to the likes)

[rainbowskullsandcoffee]

i honestly did not know about the tomgreg ship when i started watching succession and now here i am with another gay pairing to obsess over

[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 9] Ballet with the Captain.

[happy74827]

There's a lack of Connor Roy fics on every platform, so if you could do something to change it, that would be amazing. <3

Oh, absolutely!! Connor is such an angel (again since I’m still only on the first season I don’t if that changes but for now he’s precious) and so far I live for the dynamic between him and his siblings.

Long story short, I will definitely be changing that 🫡

[stilesinwonderland]

hey actually tonhon chonlatee was so weird and like bad but it was definitely meant to be that way and I adored it

Also it was my favorite neo role by far so 🕺

[nerd-who-likes-cats]

Finally doing stuff with the most forgotten of my twisted wonderland OCs, Dr. Baltharr, who works at NRC to manage the many injuries students get. I'm writing his perspective of everything. He's got his own plot going on where it's his kids first year as students at Night Raven College, and then the plot of the game is just happening. So far he's watched his kids get sorted into dorms only for yuu and Grim to bust in, make a mess, and light one of his kids' housewardens on fire. He is blissfully unaware that this is simply the beginning of all the injuries he'll have to treat that are oddly centered around that one magic-less kid who maintains vagueness in the story because Dr. Baltharr couldn't care less about them.

[anotherneworld]

It's insane watching Coby Bell on Walker because his character is essentially Exposition Man on paper, but he's acting circles around every other person on that set. The scenes between him and Walker in the most recent episode highlight this very clearly; he's believable and natural in that role in a way that JP doesn't achieve with Cordell (his performance always feels like a Performance, like Work, whereas Bell's comes off as much more natural). James is probably my favorite character on the show now because he's the only one who feels real. Everyone else feels like a script, and a poorly written one at that.

[cathnospam]

Bakugo likes when you trace and touch his scars

For a guy that constantly hates when people touch him ,he sure as hell doesn’t mind when you touch and rub around his marks on his right arm.

He’s not even left handed but he takes the sacrifice and struggles to use his left to text or write whenever you come beside him and poke and rub against his bicep. He’s sensitive on some areas even 8 years later, but he loves the warm comfort you bring when you do so.

Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doing it, your chubby cheek mashed against his arm, cuddled up by him like a cat and rubbing it up and down as you watch a show, he glances down at you and can’t help but feel his cheeks warm. You give this man cute aggression.

Some days you sneak in a few kisses on his hand. Though it’s scarred it’s never calloused, still soft and warm, it took some time for Bakugo to even get used to your clingyness, and you respected it. In the beginning, Every once in a while you’d ask “May I touch you?” Which, he’d never admit to but he appreciated your asking heavily, not a lot of people respect his boundaries to NOT touching him, but you always did.

Eventually he just told you ,”touch me whereever you want.” In his aggressive way, but you took heed and did so.

After finally getting comfortable you couldn’t stop touching and kissing him.

His skin was soft, he smelled amazing, and he always made you feel so safe. Just like he is now;

The snow is falling, the fire is burning, and it’s his day off, you’re laying beside him on the cozy big couch not even paying attention to the show but his arm and face, giving it little kisses and gentle touches, Bakugo humming every once in a while when you touch a soft spot on him. He doesn’t mind it all, he’s watching you through his phone, recording you lost in your own world of fascination with his skin—-because of course he has a staring problem just like how you have a touching problem.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Good evening to you. I thought about writing you many times but never had the courage to do so 😅 I saw a TikTok Trend some time ago and thought about the Reaction from our beloved task Force 141. How would they react when you "accidentally" sent them the message "He just left our house, you can come now. He'll be gone for some time". Basically pranking them by implying something shady. You can ignore this if it's weird of course. Thank you for your time and amazing writing 🙏😊

I'm so glad you finally got the courage to send in a request because I had so much fun with this one! Many many thanks because I pretty much cackled and giggled the whole time I wrote this. I'm not exaggerating. I adored this prompt. It not only gave me room for a little humor, but it also gave me the opportunity to be a little naughty!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, pranks & shenanigans, suggestive themes, mild sexual content, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, swearing, possessive behavior

Word Count: 1.5k

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

Five minutes.

Five. Minutes.

Five minutes and you're already causing problems.

John isn't surprised. Not in the least. Sometimes, you enjoy being on your worst behavior just because it stirs him into a frenzy.

John is sitting at a stoplight, staring down at his phone screen. A car honks but he ignores it.

He's gone. Come over.

There isn't anyone else. John knows this explicitly. Not because he completely trusts you—which he does—but because he knows your exact location at all times. He knows what you search on your phone and what things you look at on the internet. And because he knows that, he knows you're just trying to take the piss.

Locking his phone screen, John turns on his blinker. A few turns later and he's back home, marching through the door. He's not mad. Far from it. You just need a good lesson—a good spanking. Over his knee with a bare ass. That way he can watch it bounce, watch as you wiggle and squirm, hear you whimper, and watch as your arousal grows with each strike.

Then, and only then, will he keep you under him. Which is what you want anyway.

John walks silently and with purpose, approaching you as you casually lounge on the couch.

"You're home early."

John ignores the jab. "You're on one today, cabbage."

"Whatever do you mean?"

John holds up his phone. "Think I'm going to believe this?"

Your eyes widen but John can see the bluff. "I meant to send that to—"

"To me," interrupts John. “You meant to send it to me.”

"To a friend,” you correct, but John notices the smile you attempt to hide. “I meant to send it to a friend.”

No. You wanted John to come home—to be a bit neurotic, even a little possessive.

"Fine," growls John. "I'll bite."

He places one hand on the top of the back cushion while the other rests above your head. He leans in, lowering his voice.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Show me you mean it."

You tuck your knees in, drawing back your top and removing your lounge pants. When they're gone, you spread wide, revealing your glistening pussy. Your arousal is clear, and John cannot wait to sink inside.

"That's my good girl."

John "Soap" MacTavish

You sent the texts not long after Johnny left for work.

He’s gone. Won’t be home for hours. Come over.

At first, you believed that Johnny would get those texts and immediately turn around, to head home and bust down the door. He did no such thing. He didn’t even respond. Not a peep from him. You spent the rest of the day in limbo, unsure if Johnny received the texts at all.

So, when he does come home, you expect him to say something.

“Hey you,” he murmurs, going in for a kiss.

“How was work?” you ask.

“Good,” he replies, heading down the hall to the bedroom. “Had a briefing. We’ll be heading out for a mission next week.”

“Do you know when exactly?” you ask.

“Tuesday!” he calls back.

Nothing. This man is completely glossing over the fact that you sent those texts to him. When he reappears in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, you nearly swoon at his bare chest and stomach.

“What did you get up to today?” he asks, sauntering over to grasp your hips and pull you close.

“Nothing much,” you reply, and Johnny hums in reply, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You know,” he says after a beat, fishing out his phone from his pocket. “You did send me a few odd texts earlier.” He taps away at the screen at turns it around to show you.

The texts you sent are right there, glowing brightly.

“Oh, those—”

“I checked the cameras.”

“Cameras?” you choke. “What cameras?”

Johnny grins and then he’s tapping away at his phone again. When he shifts the screen around, you see yourself and him in real time. You turn to the corner of the room from where the feed is coming from.

“I never saw anyone come over. But I did see this.”

Tapping again, he changes to an earlier time during the day. It’s a feed of the bedroom, and you’re masturbating. Johnny ups the volume and you hear yourself moan.

“There’s this, too,” he says, switching to the night before when he had you on all fours, ass in the air.

“Johnny!”

He tightens his hand on your hip, keeping you close. Lowering his voice, Johnny grins. “Try again, love.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You watch from the window as Simon’s car pulls out of the drive. You wait until he turns the corner before unlocking your phone and selecting his name.

He’s just left. Come over.

With a wicked grin, you hit send, knowing that the texts will reach Simon any second. Leaning against the window, you wait, and then smile wider as Simon’s car sharply turns the corner and speeds down the street back to the house.

He’s hardly parked the car before he’s exiting the vehicle, storming toward the house, malicious intent clear with every step. With a triumphant giggle, you rush to the bedroom and flop onto the bed, pretending that you’re up to nothing at all.

You hear the front door slam, then Simon’s thunderous footsteps followed by doors opening and closing. Sprawling out across the bed, you tap away at your phone, acting like you're not bothered at all.

When he appears in the doorway, you deliberately ignore him for five long seconds before you casually turn your head and smile.

"You're home early," you observe.

Simon looms in the doorway. "What the bloody hell was that text about?"

"What text?" you shrug, all innocence.

Simon, deadpan, replies "He's just left. Come over."

"Oh. That was for a friend."

"Which friend?"

"A friend."

Simon slowly walks up to the side of the bed. "You're fucking with me."

"Don't know what you're on about, Simon."

The murderous demeanor you saw earlier melts away, leaving behind a mischievous glint that you know all too well. With a viper-like quickness, Simon grasps your ankle and yanks you to the end of the bed.

"Simon!" you shriek, but he's already flipping you over onto your stomach.

He plants both knees on either side of you, keeping you trapped beneath him, his large hands coming down on your wrists to pin them above your head.

"Was last night not enough?" he asks, voice a gruff whisper. "Or do you need another lesson?"

You lift your head as Simon transfers both wrists beneath one hand. He has his phone, tapping away at the screen.

'What are you doing?"

"Telling Price I'm not coming in."

"But you're scheduled."

Simon locks the phone and then tosses it to the side. "He'll understand." Pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice drops to a breathy whisper. "I have a woman to breed."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

It's cruel, perhaps. Even mean. But getting Kyle worked up is so goddamn sweet.

He’s protective, sometimes even a bit possessive, and nothing is hotter to you than watching him stake his claim.

Which is why you sent those texts in the first place—a way to make his heartrate spike.

He just left. He'll be gone for hours.

Kyle bursts through the bedroom door, his chest heaving as if he just ran several miles.

“Where are they?” he asks, voice a growl.

Kyle heads for the bathroom. Throwing open the door, he storms inside, but finding nothing, retreats back into the bedroom.

"Where's who?" you ask in mock innocence as Kyle opens the closet, pushing aside clothes as if he’ll find someone hiding there.

Kyle exits the closet, hands on his hips. “I saw the texts.”

“What texts?” You casually retrieve your phone, already knowing what you’ll find there. Opening up the messaging app, you click on Kyle’s name, and laugh.

“Sorry,” you giggle. “I meant to send that to a friend.”

Kyle’s eyes shut, and the sigh he makes is so loud you laugh harder. Clutching his own phone in his hand, Kyle shakes it in his fist.

“You’re having a laugh,” he says.

"No," you giggle. "Just a mistake."

That thin line becomes a smirk. Kyle tosses his phone onto the bed and you immediately know you’re done for.

“I know you, love. Think you’re clever, yeah?”

He saunters forward, and you push up onto your hands, sliding back along the bed.

“Kyle,” you warn.

“Tricking me just to get me home. For what? Think I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you?”

Yes. That’s exactly what I think.

You scoot away, sinking into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Kyle matches your movements until he’s nearly horizontal over you.

“You’re right,” he continues. “I will.” His gaze roams over your body and then returns to your face. “But first, I’m going to train you into never making a silly mistake like that ever again.”

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[drchucktingle]

THE TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION TELLS CHUCK TINGLE TO STAY HOME BUT WE PROVE LOVE ANYWAY

just when you buckaroos thought 2024 would be a break from book drama, here comes chuck tingle in the mix. recently i was asked to be a featured speaker at the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION annual conference. a few days ago they rescinded my invitation. here is what happened.

(EDITED TO ADD THIS LINK. if you have a hard time reading this on way of tumblr you can also read for free on chucks patreon)

i would like to start off by saying it is not my intent to start a fight, and all those reading this should know that the actions of a few misguided folks do not speak for the whole TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION. i am sure there are many involved who will be very upset to learn what others at TLA have done in their name. there are many individuals here, so please do not paint them all as villains in your mind. besides, chuck loves the dang library everyone knows that.

the point of writing this is not to vilify. i am writing this is because MOMENTS OF DARKNESS are the best places to SHINE A LIGHT AND PROVE LOVE IS REAL. this is a perfect time for learning and growing and for us talk on some very important things that queer buckaroos and neurodivergent buckaroos face every day. this is an unfortunate moment that WE can turn around and use to prove love is real.

i am also writing this to understand some of my own personal feelings on the matter. for something that seems very simple on the surface, the trot is complex, and i am still working out my emotions on the whole dang thing. i am learning in this way.

PART ONE: BAG OF LOVE

a few months ago chuck was asked to be a featured speaker at the 2024 TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION ANNUAL CONFERENCE. i have been asked to do things like the before and it is ALWAYS a fun time to meet bookseller and librarian buds. trotting around face to face and talking about my story of conquering chronic pain and overcoming my mental hurdles is VERY IMPORTANT to me. i say YES to these things whenever i can. (here i am with authors at CALIFORNIA INDEPENDENT BOOKSELLERS ALLIANCE conference. they are a WONDERFUL group and they proved love with their OWN invitation to chuck. this was such a moving event with so many amazing authors and stories. got very teared up during this photo)

ANYWAY BUCKAROOS i get the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION invite and say 'YES BUD LETS TROT'. we are then confirmed.

months pass. a few weeks ago i get a call from my manager and agent and publisher saying ‘the TLA have rescinded their invitation.’

turns out some things had been going on behind the scenes

at some point the TLA asked chucks INCREDIBLE HEROIC BAD ASS PUBLISHER if chuck would be okay with not wearing the mask, to which tor/nightfire/macmillan said ‘what the heck are you talking about of course chuck is going to wear his mask. this is how chuck presents himself’ (NOT EXACT QUOTE)

as you all know, my pink bag way is a VERY IMPORTANT SPACE. as an autistic buckaroo it is a boundary that allows me to express myself freely and relieve my chronic pain from neurotypically masking all day. i have talked about this for years, and it is why i consider my private identity a SACRED THING. it is literally a health issue.

fortunately THE PINK BAG is never really a problem when making appearances. i have spent years going on television shows, doing interviews, speaking at other conferences and conventions, hosting book events on tour, and even MEETING WITH LAWYERS in my pink face covering. it is always respected and that is very validating to my way.

when arriving anywhere i always take precautions. i always warn buckaroos ahead of time that there is a masked man coming. i always have someone go in ahead of me JUST IN CASE. again, there has never been an issue. at a big conference where i am a special guest there is ESPECIALLY not an issue because my face and bio are printed IN THE DANG PROGRAM

SOME FUN TIMES AT BIG EVENTS BELOW:

CHUCK ON TV SHOW NAME OF 'AT MIDNIGHT' BACK BEFORE I WROTE LOVE IS REAL ON MY HEAD:

well, there has never been an issue.... UNTIL NOW.

PART TWO: RESCINDED

a few days ago TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION suddenly messaged my publishers and said that chuck tingle is no longer invited. my invitation was rescinded. the reason given was that people could possibly be uncomfortable with my mask

right out of the gate i would like to say this: it is absolutely the right of the texas library association to disinvite someone from their conference. it is their event, after all, and they can ban anyone they would like, for any reason.

of course, that doesnt mean other folks HEARING THIS NEWS wont have their own opinions the TLA choices. if the TLA disinvites someone, their reasoning for doing this can be discussed and analyzed. whether or not they follow their own guidelines can be questioned, and certainly their kindness and tact can be considered

there are a few BIG POINTS to make regarding this choice from the TLA

first and foremost, i just gotta say buckaroos, it is incredibly rude to invite someone to be a guest speaker at your event, have them confirm and mark off their calendar and turn down other offers, then rescind their invitation. this is maybe the simplest of the points, but it is an important one.

second, (DEEP BREATH HERE WE GO BUCKAROOS) i personally do not think of my autism as a disability very often, but i also KNOW that despite these feelings it ABSOLUTELY IS. autism is important to be listed as a recognized disability because of the help some autistic buckaroos need regarding government programs and things like that. ALSO just because my neurodivergence has helped me in some ways (hyperfocus and a unique artistic sensibility for example). i personally need to step back and remember my battle with stress and chronic pain from having to neurotypically mask all the time. for as much as i love being autistic it has made some things very difficult.

in other words, i am perfectly capable of speaking and interacting with folks without this pink bag on my head BUT WHEN I AM IN THE CHUCK TINGLE SPACE I REQUIRE IT. i can ONLY use this space while covering my face. is not a want. it is a need. holding this boundary is more important than i can ever say. i will not, and can not, let these spaces cross.

TLA not letting an autistic author wear the face cover theyve set up to express their neurodivergence in a safe, healthy way is--for lack of a better term--NOT A GOOD LOOK.

i cannot fathom them disinviting another author for using a disability aid. i cannot fathom them saying that a buckaroo who hears better with a hearing device cannot use it during their panel because it would make others 'uncomfortable'.

but here we are.

PART THREE: WHAT DOES A BUCKAROO GOTTA DO TO GET BANNED AROUND HERE?

this is the TLAs official stance on disability issues according to their website:

when poking around on the TLA website i noticed a few other things. i noticed a previous guest speaker wearing a niqab, and i was left wondering if the religious significance is what make that okay but chuck tingle banned. that made sense until i looked deeper and saw mascot buckaroos dressed up on the exhibition floor, and saw some kind of spiderbud in a costume contest. nobody around them seemed to be all that scared. their invitations REMAINED INTACT.

it should be mentioned here that AT ONE POINT during the discussions an email was sent from TLA saying chuck is allowed to come and wear his mask in the exhibition halls and smaller panels, just not at any of the big PAID PANELS i was once supposed to participate on. this was a confusing offer, but their explanation was that people who paid for something should have the option to not see chucks 'scary neurodivergence aid'. i tried to wrap my head around WHY they would make a distinction. maybe the exchange of money (rather than time) causes some kind of philosophical adjustment that i just cant grasp?

i wonder, would the author who wears a niqab ALSO be banned from the paid panels? i hope not

my answers trotted up short until i investigated deeper and found this quick moment from one of the TLA help videos. while some events DO require additional buckaroo cash, it actually appears that THE ENTIRE CONFERENCE IS TICKETED AND COSTS MONEY.

at this point i realized there is clearly no actual official policy about not covering your face (other than one from a few years ago saying that you HAVE to cover your face), and the addition of 'money' is a red herring. these excuses make no sense

PART FOUR: CLOSE THOSE GATES

it appears that my neurodivergence is 'scary' enough to get me uninvited, REGARDLESS what their disability and mask policies may say

BUT WHY? why is chucks preferred physical presentation valued SO little by the TLA that a THEORETICAL complaint is worth more? is my neurodivergent expression so awful? is my own safety as a queer activist such an afterthought?

is a pink bag with the words 'love is real' scrawled across the front REALLY going to frighten someone when the posters and pamphlets on the way into in panel would have a photo of my masked face saying THIS IS LITERALLY WHO IS ABOUT TO APPEAR BEFORE YOU.

if THAT accommodation is too much, would it really be so difficult to have someone trot out beforehand and make an announcement? to say 'there is someone on this upcoming panel who needs a mask to express this part of himself, if this makes you uncomfortable then this panel might not be for you'.

and really, i have to heckin ask, is this physical expression of my raw inner truth really so hideous and frightening that fear of making someone uncomfortable is a REAL problem?

(a terrifying display of autism. apparently)

i cannot imagine what kind of precautions they need to take before a stage play featuring costumes and masks.

you MIGHT think chucks queerness and left leaning politics could be the issue with this organization, but they have had drag queens as past speakers (also featuring some GLORIOUS makeup and hair that covers almost all of their faces. VERY CURIOUS). regardless, the TLA do not seem like a conservative bunch.

if you are bisexual or an autistic person who is good at 'passing' you probably already know where this is headed, your dang spiderbuckaroo senses are tingling at FULL ALERT. i will say i do not KNOW the real reason why i was uninvited, and i do not have enough information to make any concrete statement of the real answer. there is only evidence that masks have been fine at TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION events in the past, but not much else to go on.

so the FACTS part of our discussion ends there, but i think it opens us up to talk about some very important feelings that bisexual and autistic buckaroos know well.

THIS is where we take a unfortunate, hurtful moment and turn it into a discussion. this is where we prove love is real.

as someone who is constantly doubted and put through purity tests because of my unique way, we are pushing up against a subject i know well. thats right buckaroos: we are talking GATEKEEPING

AGAIN, i do not know if this is the answer, but someone in my position might be VERY STRONGLY INCLINED TO THINK that a few well-meaning left leaning buckaroos think i am a joke and that this is a character, and that there is something problematic about my work because i am not really a real person.

any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a neurodivergent buckaroo with an unusual visual presentation, an autistic buckaroo who conquered his chronic pain ONLY by creating this important space... but what about a FAKE autistic buckaroo?

any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a queer LGBTQ activist standing up for gay and trans rights against a torrent of scoundrels hunting for his legal identity. its a matter of safety... but what about a FAKE queer activist?

let me be very clear for the 100th time: i am a real person. this is not a joke. i am not playing a character. i am really autistic and bisexual. tinglers are sincere and they are not ‘so bad theyre good’. they are just good. camp damascus is not ‘my first serious book’ because my queer erotica is serious. my art is important and real.

when people tell me to unmask they often do not know WHY they want it, and of course one very good reason is innocent curiosity. but there are SOME cases where i start to get THAT feeling--that tingle all of us ‘passing’ buckaroos get when we can sense the real intent behind the poking and prodding. that is the feeling of stumbling into a gatekeepers crosshairs.

if i was to take off my pink bag, what about my face would you analyze to tell if i was REALLY queer. my eye color? my ear shape? if you learned my legal name, would you see if it sounded autistic? is my voice neurodivergent enough?

or is all of that utterly absurd? i am curious what the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION thinks.

PART FIVE: GENDERED

this will be the shortest of parts, but it has to be said. i have a very complex relationship with gender, as written about at length here and here. i understand these things can be difficult to parse for some, but i ask that you trust me when i say that the ONLY reason i have been able to talk about my gender and sexuality and learn these things about myself is because of this pink bag. this outward appearance is a direct expression and reflection of my gender journey.

if the texas library association does not care about my appearance as an expression of my autism, then i cant imagine them giving a dang about it as an expression of my gender and queerness. that being said, it is personally very important to me and i think it should be mentioned

PART SIX: SO YOU WANT TO REMOVE AN AUTISTIC QUEER AUTHOR FROM YOUR EVENT BECAUSE PEOPLE MIGHT FIND THEIR DIFFERENCES SCARY

there is a question to be asked here: how could the TLA have done this correctly?

i have one very big piece of advice i would like to shout from the rooftops. please, for the love of sweet barbara, DO ENOUGH RESEARCH to know if this appearance will be a problem and, IF SO, dont extend an invitation in the first place. unique buckaroos with different presentations are constantly left in this place of limbo because we are bombarded with careless actions like those of the TLA. before you consider extending a branch to an artist who might need more accommodations than usual, think to yourself 'CAN WE MAKE THESE ACCOMMODATIONS?'

putting all of this on the shoulders of a single 'buckaroo with a difference' is exhausting. as the TLA has shown, we currently live on a timeline where a buckaroo like myself never really knows if an invite is SOLID without doing a deep dive history lesson on how often a group discriminates and against who.

i did not want to spend my whole family holiday worrying whether or not i should say something publicly or just lie down and shut my dang mouth. i had to consider HOW i should say it. i had to worry whether or not its worth standing up for myself in the face of the largest state library association in the country. i think buckaroos with differences are with me when i say: WE ARE SICK OF HAVING TO DO THIS WORK TO COVER FOR THE POOR BEHAVIOR OF LARGE ORGANIZATIONS WHO TREAT US BADLY

another option would just be to use kindness and common sense and happily accommodate artists with unique presentations to your conventions

PART SEVEN: LOVE IS STILL REAL

i would like to close by saying THANK YOU to my publisher nightfire and editor kelly for standing up for me. they immediately stood firm and had my back. they are the real dang deal. THANK YOU to my management and agent buds dongwon and gino for trotting along beside me. THANK YOU to the folks at the texas library association who initially invited chuck with goodness in their heart and then likely got bowled over by someone else, and maybe even got knocked to the side by a big closing gate.

i hope there are librarians in texas who are still interested in carrying BURY YOUR GAYS when it comes out (which is ironically about someone who creates a space through art to express their queerness where they cant otherwise). libraries prove love is real and what they do IS SO IMPORTANT. it was SO IMPORTANT TO ME as a young buckaroo and i cannot thank you enough. i am not sure if me writing all of this will hurt my sales in some way, but this opportunity to speak about the reality of disability awareness and queer gatekeeping is too important to stay silent. (if you have not already preordered BURY YOUR GAYS then give it a preorder to make up for some texas library losses i guess.)

which leads me to my final thank you. THANK YOU to the buckaroos reading this. yes YOU. i am in the position to stand up and speak my mind against scoundrel forces ONLY because i have the might of you buckaroos by my side. the buckaroo trot is ALL OF OUR TROT and we are ALL HERE TO PROVE LOVE. i cannot tell you how much i appreciate the way you have created a space for me to express these important parts of myself. you have seen this pink mask over my face and saying YES, I ACCEPT YOU, you have literally saved my life. for that i am so thankful.

if you are UPSET by what youve read here, then turn it into something positive. you can support autistic creators, or make a donation to the AUTISTIC SELF ADVOCACY NETWORK

and besides WHO IS REALLY MISSING OUT? this is what it looks like when you invite the worlds greatest author chuck tingle to your event and treat their identity as valid. WE HAVE A DANG GOOD TIME

KEEP TROTTING INTO THE FUTURE. KEEP KICKING DOWN GATES WHEREVER THEY MAY BE. KEEP PROVING LOVE IS REAL AND PROVING IT TOGETHER. lets go buckaroos - chuck

UPDATE AN HOUR AFTER POSTING:

true buckaroo TJ KLUNE was set to be another author on panel chuck was removed from and has informed me he has now chosen to decline his invitation in support and solidarity with chuck. i am so deeply moved by this. thank you from bottom of heart buckaroo

to be very clear TJ has a huge platform and DOES NOT NEED TO DO THIS. these conferences are great for book sales and he is taking a hit out of pure solidarity. this is queer buckaroos standing up for eachother. i am floored by this kindness and love

please consider checking out his books if they are not already covering your dang bookshelf. chuck blurbed IN THE LIVES OF PUPPETS and i was blown away i heckin loved it

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