#oh god my millennial is showing

[brooke-beaches]

Nothin chillin at the Anderson Inn

[chaos0pikachu]

word of honor is a comfort show specifically for scenes like when Cheng Ling the accidently adopted child of two mass murderers gets kidnapped by Soft Butch Assassin and her girlfriend High Femme Assassin for a piece of the glazed donut when Zhou Zi Shu shows up like "UNHAND MY CHILD!!" And CL is all "omg I'm your son 🥺🥺" and ZZS is like "I suddenly can't read I don't know mariah carey.gif" meanwhile our lesbian assassins are like "god people have no respect for torture time anymore" and they all have a swirly twirly fight b/c everyone is dressed to the NINES b/c if you're gonna be a murderer in a wuxia show you are also gonna look PEAK FABULOUS thank you very fucking much and then ZZS is like "oh no my nipple nails of cancer are acting up" and whenever his nipples are aching who shows up but Wen Ke Xing busting through the door like the koolaid man with the energy of a queen lip syncing for her life on Rupaul all "HOW DARE YOU HARM MY HUSBAND AND OUR CHILD" and ZZS is like "he's not our child!!" and another swirly twirly fight happens and the lesbians dip so our marital arts family chases them outside only to be confronted by ZOMBIES or crackheads whichever and WKX is like "husband, take our child and run" and ZZS is obviously not gonna do that cause like both a feral cat & a millennial he's always Down to Fight and also lacks general self-preservation so WKX is like "dying alongside you is also a beautiful way to die" meanwhile CL in the back wondering if they could all just not die like he didn't stick a piece of the glazed donut in his stomach and hang out with his boring, beige, busted uncles for 2 weeks just get eaten train to busan style the fuck

and then Scorpion King (not the rock) floats down from the sky in slow mo like a Jrock act floating down onto the stage playing his little guitar like "HELLOOOOOOOO ANCIENT CHINA!! HOW WE FEELING TONIGHT?" and ZZS is like "not a fucking band kid" so he throws smoke bombs naruto style and they all dip

and in the end of all~~~ of this CL is like "so I'm your son right?" and ZZS is like, "fuck it, fine" and signs the adoption papers while wwx is like planning an autumn wedding

[berriblossom]

Oh, Great Divine!

☆| It's time for a SAGAU, more so a comforting one. Reader's gender is ambiguous and gender neutral, archons adore reader, in this sense the Nahida tag is platonic!|

☆ Tags/warnings! | Socially Aware Genshin AU, archons and people of Teyvat treat the reader as a god or heavenly figure, religious references (cathedral of Mondstat and Narukami/ Sangonomiya Shrines of Inazuma) some minor lore for reader, Reader is referred to as "Their Grace" or "My/Your Grace" and "The Great Divine" ALL PORTRAYALS ARE FICTIONAL!! anyway, enjoy.|

Within the lands or nations of Teyvat, for centuries the practice of worshipping an Archon was beyond common, more so for those who wish not to believe in spiritual practices concerning the gods of each element are more on the rare side to find. However even if such existed, there was one thing to never be doubted within the lands of Teyvat.

The Great Divine's presence over mortals and immortals alike.

The creation of Teyvat in many national mythos credits the sole ideas and creation to the Great Divine. Even the archons and the sources of their celestial names were blessed upon them by their divine grace. Depending on which nation you visit, some may say that their archon is specifically blessed by their grace.

In Mondstat, the nation of wind, song, freedom, wine, and bard's ballads, once every 100 years they celebrate the freedom blessed to them by Barbatos and the Great Divine. A tradition stretching for the last millennial to show the love and deeply routed affection given by its people and archon. Yes, Barbatos, or now the "drunken" bard known as Venti among his people. Every festival of a "New Eve" as they call it, is another 100 years for him to show his affection for his beloved divine. Despite his defiance to Celestia and the natural order placed after your departure, he still fully believes in your care and love for humans and archons alike. To Venti, whispering to the wind like he did with you thousands of years prior, even in his wind-spirit form. You'd sit together where now the great tree at Windrise and speak about the future of Teyvat, something despite having the authority over you simply spoke to him as:

"For what will come, Your nation will prosper and learn the true meaning of freedom and song..."

So to this day, he sits under that tree and thinks of the years since, missing your warmth from curling up in your hands as a wind spirit to laughing and humming beside you in his divine form. He has seen it for the last few hundred years, the art, songs, plays, books, and even food and weapons made in your name, and every hundred years he repeats the same. A small prayer from his soul is whispered into the wind as he tells his deep care and love for his dear grace. And the people of Mondstat no different, all gather at the great Cathedral and warmly sing about the Great Divine and Lord Barbatos as they place to wine, food, and gifts at the altar of your image. When alone Venti will sneak in and sit under your statue, missing the warmth of your hands but relishing the love in your image.

In Liyue, the nation of Geo, contracts, and the adepti, the greats divines are influenced by the first contract Rex Lapis made with them over 7000 years ago, even before Liyue was a fully combined nation. Zhongli remembers the conversation you two had, sharing a simple game of wit and tea. Then he was immature to your influence and power but now he relishes in it. Proudly in his vast historical knowledge, preaching his love and the power the great divine holds. How you could shape the sea with a flick of your wrist, how you've created mountains from your fingertips, how your vast knowledge is spread throughout teyvat as a bible to be studied and read over and over again. But mostly what he and all of Liyue celebrate is the contractable care and affection you give him and the people of Liyue.

This time around Liyue is a time spent every hundred of years a new eve of dawn as it is called, one Zhongli and his fellow adepti never get tired of. A time to give gifts of care to neighbors, friends, and even coworkers in the busy harbor. Even the Northland Bank celebrates by lowering interest on loans!

(But only for this amount of time and by the next New Eve of Dawn the Interest WILL reset)

But mainly it is a way to give worship to the Great Divine and their trust in Rex Lapis and his Adepti to protect and serve Liyue. Everything Zhongli has done was for your gratitude and divine love. So when a New Eve comes, he sits anywhere in Liyue, the mountains, hills, somewhere to overlook the harbor, and enjoys a warm cup of tea. Your favorite while imagining your smile as you talk, the games you'd two play. He watches his disciples and Apeti celebrate with gifts, food, and songs at your altar set around Liyue. He sips his tea and awaits your fated return, happy to share more memories and stories with you.

Within the land of Eternity, formerly transcience, Inazuma's style of celebration differs slightly from some nations. The Grand Narukami Shrine would hold a private ceremony, cleansing the sacred Sakura tree and your statue underneath, barhing the precious stone engravings with crisp clean water. Meanwhile the people if Inazuma would be celebrating on their own occasions, firewroks light into the clear sky, dancing ceremonies at the teahouse fill with guest.

However, the new electro archon herself sits alone at the top of Tebshukaku. Quietly walking down memeory lane in her mind. For the last five centuries of the New Eve of Dawn celebration, she'd sit in her space of Euthymia alone in solitude quietly sulking at the idea of your everlasting figure. How her and Makoto would chat down the lane of inazuma speaking about plans of you, speaking of your visions of the nation of electro, Makoto laughing at how embarrassed Ei used to be around you and your divinity. Now Ei smiles solemnly..

She knows now that she as archon must take the mantle, for in your teachings that it the goal of the heavenly principles you've left. Fated to return, she prays that you'd come to her first. She dreams and imagines in her meditations within her quiet Euthymia that you'd hold her. That her loneliness would be cured indefinitely. But for now she waits, with a plate of dango and some ofdly colored tea, shit eats alone as the fireworks set off atop Narukami island, she whispers a promise to herself and her nation on your honor.

"For it will be fate...my grace...you shall return to us...to eternity...we shall be reunited."

Far off in the lands of eternity, however, the island that formed the resistance sings and dances around the bonfire, the resistance army of Sangonomiya and Watatsumi laugh as they praise the late OmiKami, or the serpent god Orobashi. The fire dances as troops tell stories, shrine maidens sing and laugh, and her priestess sits while holding a book. She smiles softly. Kokomi looks above at the horizon and sees the corpse of their late god, she wishes silently to herself and for her ancestors to below the sea. That once the great spirit of life and forefather of the vishaps would return to bring life to the benevolent serpent. But for now, she sits alongside Gorou as they watch the troops enjoy the holiday.

Within Sumeru, however, and alongside it, Fontaine...the New Eve of Dawn has been on the academic calendar differently, which is how some older nations react. For those in the rainforest, it is a blessing of Lessor Lords Kusanali's birth. For the dessert, it is the bringing of a new promise for the scarlet sand kings doubted return. Within the nation of dendro, it is a holiday of now academic activities, no scholars shrouded in work, but a day off. The people worship by their own will and sit in taverns, bars, and cafes to drink mereily while chatting with friends. Some visit your altar within the Akademiya, and others pray at home.

Nahida sits on a branch of the great tree that houses the knowledge many wish to obtain, in her hands an ancient seed of fate, she herself has no memory or knowledge of where it came but holds ot and teasures its existence. For she has a kindling that it is tied to this divine spirit that is expected to awaken. From her small conversation with Apep, the seed is treasured. Hence, she holds it and feeds the growing plant bits of dendro elemental energy. She sighs as she watches the sun set and the cheers from the streets and grand bazars performances. Nilou must be dancing now, she thinks. She hums a small song while kicking her feet, her hands warm with caution. She may not know you yet, but she knows already... Your spirit and divine will watch for her and her nation. The goddess of wisdom has many questions for the great creator of this world, but for now, she just hums and sits happily, a great birthday gift indeed.

Meanwhile, in Fontaine, similarly, it is deemed a weekend off of work. Many go home, some go to the Opera to catch performances of the holiday, others read tabloids of the steambird that some random person in the court has the great divine in their basment all along. All fiction truthfully. Furina reads her book as she makes another plate of pasta macaroni. For the occasion, she bought extra special ragau to taste amazing. She dances around her kitchen listening to soft music. For years her mind would have doubted and even hated this day, anxious fears of disappointment and disapproval looks from her days as stabding archon. Would you have hated her? Did you think she failed fontaine and you? Was her a cursed human taking title of archon an insult to you? Furina had nightmares even of the prohecy and your return to see fontaine gone and underwater. But now, as the prophecy and fontaine were safe and out of fear, she ate and asked a good question this new century.

"What kind of pasta would their grace like..."

Soft rainfall drops onto the steps of the Palais Mermonia, the evening rain was forcasfed but welcomed, Neuvillette wrote on the papers softly, agreeing to a few celebratory events the Opera wanted to hold. Usually Lady Furina would be jumping for the task but here he was. Dread builded in his soul. This time of year brought many pains to Neuvillette.

A new century meant a new set of hundreds of years he gets to oulive humans, melusines maybe, but also the clock inches closer and closer to your return. Neuvillette spent early years of his lofe researching and discovering his species and kind for decades. Figuring that if you are the forefather and creator of vishaps and the sovereignty. Why was so many things done the way they were? Why ddi the power the gnosis and archons hold come from them? Why can't he understand your implications, even such his ancestors didn't wish to think against? What power do you hold and how did aid Fontaine in the end? He knew Focalor and Egeria spoke to you, even asking for forgiveness before your departure, so why? Neuvillette, places his pen downs and stands to look out the window of his office to look down at the streets of the Court of Fontaine, a glass of crisp water swirls in his hand. He sips slowly and sighs, coming to think.

"In this new century...please with it, may you come along too my grace."

In the nation of fire, victory, war and passion, raors could be heard from the stadium of flames as people of different tribes shouted and cheered the competitions down below. Surfing races, climbing achievements, conbat bouts, even break dancing competitions held. Mavuika sits at her throne above as her people cheer and celebrate, raising glasses, foods, gifts, and money even in your image. She slips away from the fesitivites to be alone in the speakers chambers, past the sacred flame, and into her personal get-away. Now empty, she stares at the famous wheel of the sun, Natlan has held for centuries, the same you blessed the first pyro archon with, as their rules of ruilibg were left in your favor. She smiles as she too holds her head high, similar to her ancestors before her.

She remebers before she was even archon, how her parents would tell stories of the Great divines influence, love, and power. That the spirit of victory belongs to the pyro archon yes, but the strength was given by you as well. She remembered your fave engraved in ancients temples and stones around Natlan and now some statues around the lands too. She knows too well her nation is blessed by your, not only for the peoples cheers and vitcories but the long-lasting stay they've had against the threat of the abyss thus far. Maybe when you return and ward off the abyssal threats for good, she top could ask something of you...for that she won't know until she sees you herself.

"Until we meet my grace...may your memeory burn eternal.. and your power live within my people."

-> Did i go overboard, yes...but eh...hoped you enjoy, and also i may make a small series out of this..who knows..

[annabelle--cane]

i wasn’t here when tma reached the height of its popularity (i only joined last year) so could you describe the Vibes (how bad the drama was, did it feel like there were too many people, etc.)

only if you want to :]

I've said this before, so this may be a familiar spiel to longer term followers, but 2020 tma fandom was honestly not the worst fandom I've ever been in, it was just by far the biggest thing I have ever been actively into at peak popularity and so the 1% of insane people that are found in every fan space were 1% of a much bigger total population. most people were fine and chill, but there were a vocal minority who Weren't.

major ingredients in the discourse pot:

from my observations, tma had a small but devoted listener base for its first few years, then it got a little bump in mid 2018, then a considerable bump in late 2019, then hit proper virality in early 2020, so there were a lot of people with hipster complexes about being Real Fans who were there first and weren't just part of the masses.

at this point I'm not even sure if this part was true, but the above was compounded by the perception that the earlier og listener base were mostly adults and the new wave of fans were mostly tweens and teens. whether the different waves actually fell along those age lines or not, a lot of people felt like the fandom was split into 80% Cringe Zoomers Who Are Here For Ships And Memes and 20% Millennials and Gen X'ers With Media Literacy Who Are Here For Horror. nice dichotomy, idiot, now what lies outside it, etc and such and such. our blessed fandom etiquette vs their barbarous dni lists.

which isn't to say that suddenly having a huge number of people, including young people, become interested in a single piece of media at a time of global stress where everyone had to be much more online and the content of the media itself was at its darkest and most socially relevant had no downsides. oh no. Oh No.

"my headcanon is not only objectively the best headcanon but it actually invalidates all of yours and if you hc something different then it's an act of bigotry against my Correct Headcanon." / "I have drawn up a list of Good Characters you have to like and aren't allowed to criticize and a list of Bad Characters you have to hate and can't acknowledge exist unless it's to make fun of and completely condemn them." / "I saw her username in the kudos of a jonelias fic" "girl what were YOU doing in the kudos of a jonelias fic" / "this latest episode handled a social issue unforgivably badly, I haven't experienced it myself but the vibes were off, everyone demand accountability and boycott the rest of the show" "hey that one was actually based on jonny's personal experiences" "ah fuck not again. well boys let's remember this for next time. this latest epis--"

honestly most of the discourse was down to like two or three friend groups. there was one group of people who you will probably remember if you were there at the time whom I have sometimes seen referred to as the Clown Gang. Clown Gang were ground zero for a good 90% of fan discourse ("hcing melanie as ace is ableist and lesbophobic" "fan content that focuses on jon's asexuality is biphobic. what's pansexuality I've never heard of it." "desolation tim aus are inherently ableist and racist"), but eventually they had a big falling out with Clown Prime and things calmed down. to be very clear I hold no ill will towards any of these people for four year old bad takes, hence why I'm not using any names, but god was it a time.

and this is only about the tumblr side of things. I was barely active of twitter so idk what it was like there but I was on tiktok for about a year during that time and the vibes were wildly different. iirc people there were less confrontational and there wasn't really a callout culture like on tumblr, but the extremes of the takes were FAR worse.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Halloween, 2004

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: F (joel’s a flirt, but no actual smut, a good amount of early y2k nostalgia for my fellow ancient gen-z/millennials)

wc: 1k

series masterlist

October 31st, 2004

“Cutest little hobbit in the whole world.”

You couldn’t help gushing over your newborn daughter as she slept in her swing. You’d just finished carefully slipping on her first halloween costume, one that fit in with Joel’s chosen theme for the year—The Lord of the Rings. You’d decided to go as Arwen, the counterpart to Joel’s Aragorn, and had spent a pretty penny crafting the costumes from scratch. You’d always been a DIY kind of kid growing up, and even though it had been tempting to take the easier route and buy one of the cheap costumes from Party City given your newly hectic life as a mother, it felt a bit sacreligious to turn your back on your old ways.

Sarah had politely declined taking part in the family theme this year, choosing to dress up as one of the Cheetah Girls instead, but took enough pity on her pouting father to agree to dress up as Legolas for one singular picture. A picture that was never to be shown to any of her friends, as per her request.

“Oh my god,” she said, covering her mouth as she descended the staircase in her best elven getup, a white, synthetic lace front half-hazardously thrown over her freshly corn-rowed braids. “Dad’s gonna die over this.”

You laughed and nodded your agreement as you pulled out your new digital camera—one you’d splurged on for the upcoming holiday season—to snap a picture of your two girls. “Ten bucks says he cries a little.”

“Fifteen says he cries a lot,” Sarah countered as she tried her best to hide her face from the camera. “I thought we agreed on one picture.”

“One family picture,” you corrected with a smirk. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come trick-or-treating?”

She gave you a deadpan and pretended to gag, earning an eye roll from you. “God no. Besides, Jessie and I are working at the library’s haunted house. But save me some candy.”

“Luckily for you, Iris doesn’t have teeth yet, so it’s all yours,” you said. “But can’t promise she won’t put up a fight in a couple years.”

“Yeah, well I’ll have her trained by then,” she said, flickering some of her straight blonde hair over her shoulder.

Joel’s truck pulled into the driveway shortly after Iris woke up from her nap, you and Sarah cozied up with her on the sofa as you watched Hocus Pocus on Disney Channel—your pick, not Sarah’s. When Joel stepped through the front door, he was met with the sight of two elves and a tiny hobbit sprawled out on the sectional, a bowl of popcorn in his eldest daughter’s lap and a bag of candy in his wife’s. His grin was glorious.

“Have I died and gone to Middle Earth?” Joel said, shaking his head as he walked over to Sarah, kissing the top of her head before doing the same to you and then finally, his newest baby girl. “You’re gonna make my damn heart explode, baby girl. Look at these hairy little feet.”

He rubbed her socked feet between his thumb and index fingers, chuckling at the fuzz you’d glued on.

“And you,” Joel fixed his attention on his first born, his dimple showing with how hard he was grinning. “You make an excellent Legolas, baby girl.”

“I’m taking this thing off as soon as you guys take that stupid picture,” she said, souring her face. “This wig is itchy and cheetah print is calling my name.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel said, rolling his eyes as he scooped Iris out of your arms. “We get it. You’re a cool teenager now, too hip for family costumes.”

“You guys could’ve been Cheetah Girls, too,” she said. “I would’ve been on board, then.”

“I don’t think your dad could pull off cheetah print, babe,” you said, standing up and setting your bag of candy on the coffee table. You didn’t miss Joel’s eyes appreciatively scanning over your costume, a devious glint in his eyes. “Come on, papa. You have a costume to get into.”

Joel shot you a wink before handing Iris over to Sarah, mumbling a promise that the two of you would be right back. A promise that you doubted he’d keep given the look in his eyes.

You hardly made it to the privacy of your bedroom before Joel hand his hands on you, tugging you close to his body as he placed a few greedy kisses to your lips.

“You’re keepin’ that on tonight,” he said, nipping at your chin.

“Long as you keep yours on, too,” you purred, gently scratching at his scalp as you melted into him. “My king.”

Joel groaned, swatting your ass through your dress. “I’m gonna have you kneelin’ for me later, that’s for damn sure.”

You giggled, swatting at his chest as you pulled away to grab his costume from the closet, setting each piece on the bed—wig, included.

“I ain’t wearin’ that,” he chuckled, but all it took was one pout from you to change his mind. “Fuck me, fine. But the second that thing starts to itch, it’s comin’ off.”

Once he’d gotten his costume on and took a good look at himself in the bathroom mirror, he sighed.

“Yeah, you’re definitely gonna be on your knees tonight for makin’ me wear this fuckin’ wig,” he grumbled, though you were too amused to care. “How do I look? Royal?”

“You look good with longer hair,” you mused, playing with the wavy ends of his wig. “You should grow it out one day.”

He scoffed. “Maybe one day when I’m old and my devilishly handsome looks have gone to shit.”

“I don’t know,” you said, biting your lip as you gave him a once over. “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be devilishly handsome to the day you die, Miller.”

“Good thing my wife’s a ten, then,” he said, leaning in to brush a kiss against your lips. “Wouldn’t want to outshine, ya.”

You tossed your head back and laughed, earning another kiss to the base of your throat. “God, I love you.”

“Love you a thousand times more, darlin’.”

[augustinewrites]

This gives Fushigojos vibes, Gen Z Megumi always humbling Gojo’s millennial ass lmao

i love that omg 😭 that is exactly gojo trying to be cool around megs LOL

also consider:

“who are you even texting at this hour? it’s so late.”

megumi doesn’t even glance up from his phone as he sends another tiktok to itadori and kugisaki. “it’s eight in the evening.”

gojo, already dressed in his pyjamas, yawns. “exactly. you can tweet your friends on snapchat tomorrow.”

this time megumi does look up, if only to cast the boomer in front of him an amused glance. “what did you just say?”

“about tweeter?”

“…it’s twitter. well, technically x—”

the sorcerer tilts his head. “okay. twitter your friends on snapchat tomorrow.”

“you don’t tweet on snapchat.”

“so it is tweeter—”

“no, it’s twitter. you snap on snapchat. but im not even on any of those right now, im on tiktok.”

“megumi,” gojo sighs, rubbing his temples. “now you’re just making up words.”

the teen holds up his phone, because trying to explain social media to a millennial isn’t worth taking years off his life. “this is what i’m on right now.”

gojo squints at the screen, which is showing a grey kitten with its paws on its head, screaming. “oh a video. so you’re on vine. can you send that to me so i can hashtag your mom on it?”

“oh my god.”

[easybrainrot34]

🖼️Lil Benedict Bridgerton Headcanons🖼️

These r random as perusal lol. I am truly a ✨slut✨ for this man. So here r some random Modern!AU takes that I can see happening. Hope yall enjoy. All r fluff and crack.. Also if anyone wants it I could do ✨spicy version✨let me know! Part 2 is here! Also also sorry this took me so long, i had such bad writers block lol. E N J O Y!!

Ps, my ask and request r open :)

🎨 I feel like Ben is a very "anti-toxic masculinity" kinda man. He has and will call out his brothers if he sees some shady suss shit. He had MANY talks with Anthony about not having to always be all macho macho man. I genuinely think Ben is the only one (besides Kate of course) that can get Anthony about his feelings. I also feel like he takes great care in making sure Colin and Gregory don't grow up thinking feelings = weakness.

🎨 His favorite flowers are poppies, peonies, and carnations to paint. Like he loves the little details in these flowers. When you found this out, you surprised him with a big beautiful bouquet of peonies and poppies, and he nearly cried. A week later he hung up an original painting over your bed. (omg this is so cute)

🎨 As we know our sweet Ben is a man of culture, so I feel like this man has seasonal tickets to some form of the arts. Whether it be the ballet, opera, plays, or musicals, this man loves it all. He also has a ticket plug (litterly like a w33d dealer)

🎨 We all know he can handle his liquor, but i feel like modern! Ben would be a liiiitttllle bit of a st0ner if not complete supporter of all legalization of it. I mean come on the man got h!gh in the show and painted a beautiful painting so I feel like he definitely uses it when he has art block.

🎨 He only has Facebook, Instagram, and a Vsco. Vsco and Insta purely for work. I feel like this is something Ben and Luke (Ben’s actor) have in common. I feel like he would appreciate having little to no social media presence. He has the “if i want you to know whats going on I’ll just tell you” mentality. Not in a pretentious way though, he isn’t a complete hater (although he doesn’t get influencers at all) he just likes his privacy.

🎨 He definitely leans more to the minimal style when it comes to his home decore. He loves color and nicknacks, but it’s more of just things that are more sentimental and not just cute.

🎨 Millennial coded humor. That’s it. It’s almost a little unsettling.

🎨 He is very well read. Not on the level of Eloise, but he definitely can hold himself in a debate. He definitely has a home library with the classics.

🎨 He loves a sappy romance movies / romcoms. Oh my god it’s his guilty pleasure. I’m talking cried at the end of the Notebook, wants to recreate at some point the parachute scene from Pearl Harbor (iykyk), lost his breath when rose enters the ball room at the end in Titanic, etc etc etc. 

🎨 He has fucking chapsticks everywhere. In every drawer, three of his messenger bag at all times, to a nightstand, every little nook and cranny basically. Has a deep hatred for cracked lips, and something tells me his lips can crack easily. 

[anyamaris]

Told You So

Word Count-2356

Summary- A night of familiar teasing takes a turn when your friends decide to call your bluff.

Pairing-Mingi x Yunho x Jongho x f!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, dirty talking, sexually explicit language, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), dacryphilia, spanking, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13

A/N- This is a request from @flowerboykun because of her feral love of 2homin. I hope this is what you wanted, sweet pea 🤍💜🤍

You were actually whimpering.  Whining and whimpering.  You’d talked big, but well…when it came to these three, you’d overestimated yourself.  And there was no regret, even if you were humiliating yourself right now.  It was worth it, you think staring down into the eyes of Mingi as he smirked up at you.  He was sliding his big hands up the legs you’d closed, reaching your knees and easily prying them apart.  “Shy now, Y/n? Even after all that boasting?” he purrs up at you and Jongho chuckles in your ear.  

You were seated in the latter’s lap on the couch in their shared apartment.  You glance over at the third man, the true instigator of this entire event.  “Yunho…” you gasp out as you let your head fall back on Jongho’s shoulder.  “Yun’s not going to help you, little girl.” Jongho whispers and Yunho smirks at you, pinching your chin between his fingers.  “You were the one bragging to us about being able to handle yourself, sweetheart.” Yunho says, bringing his lips to yours.  His hand cups your naked breast as his tongue teases at your bottom lip.  

“I-I…” “You…what, angel? Use your words.” Jongho coos into your ear and Yunho tweaks your nipple as you feel Mingi’s hot breath on your inner thigh.  You pull away from Yunho’s mouth so you can glance down at the big man between your now parted legs.  “Look at all this…” he says, two fingers slipping through your folds, showing the other two.  “She’s loving this…who’s got you so drenched, baby girl?” he asks, that cocky grin making you want to yank his hair.  If only Jongho’s fingers weren’t entwined with yours, if only your other hand wasn’t wrapped in Yunho’s hair right now.  If only you could touch them all at the same time.  

“Mingi please!” you whine and he licks his lips at you, causing you to twitch a bit.  “Oh, is this for me then?” he asks as he spreads you open, looking at your exposed core and you nod frantically.  “Good girl…” he whispers as he dips his head, his eyes on yours as he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit.  “Oh god!” you wail and then are moaning as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking gently.  “Mmmm” he hums against you, causing you to clench and he responds by plunging two fingers into you.  

“Oh my god!” you are choking out and then Yunho grips your cheeks as he brings your face back to him.  “Is this what you wanted when you taunted us, little one?” he asks, then his tongue is plunging into your mouth.  You can only make small noises in his mouth as Mingi works at you, his fingers splaying out and working in and out of you.  You can feel the familiar coil winding up in your abdomen as his lips ply at your clit, occasionally using his tongue to lap up the juices.  Jongho is groaning under you at the sloppy wet sounds Mingi’s mouth and fingers are making.  

“Jongho….” you say as Yunho’s mouth leaves yours to press kisses down to your neck.  “So hard for me…” you moan out as Mingi’s finger’s speed up, causing your body to quake.  Jongho’s arms wrap around your waist, his rigid length grinding against your ass through his jeans.  “So fucking hard for you, baby girl…you gonna cum on Mingi’s fingers?” he asks, and you can only cry out, Mingi’s hot breath mixing with the motion of his fingers and the wet strength of his tongue has you peaking quickly.  Yunho is sucking hard on your neck, leaving red marks as you writhe from the orgasm, Mingi’s fingers not stopping as you gush around them.  His tongue is catching what he can as you watch him smile up at you, Yunho pinching your nipples causing you to continue shaking after Mingi’s lips leave your center.  He draws himself up, kneeling between your legs as he grabs your face, his lips glistening from your release.  You eagerly open your mouth to his tongue as he kisses you passionately, the taste of yourself mixed with his hot breath has you moving your hips, wanting more.  “In me…” you gasp into his mouth and he laughs softly, giving you one last kiss before he draws back.  “So impatient…” he says, his hand cupping you roughly as he presses his palm against your puffy clit.  

Mingi then gives Jongho a look and he’s grabbing you by your hips, pulling you off Jongho’s lap to flip you over.  “Such a pretty ass..” Mingi says, his big hands rubbing over the naked flesh, then landing a harsh slap on one of your cheeks.  You cry out and grip Jongho’s thighs.  You look up at him and you bite your lips at the cute gummy smile mixed with the pure look of devious lust in his eyes.  Your hands slide up to rub his hard dick through the rough fabric, then you’re unbuttoning him.

“Good girl…” he coos as you unzip and free him, yanking down on the jeans separating you.  He helps push them down for you, his length standing proudly in front of your face.  Immediately you're encircling him with both hands, admiring the girth of him.  “Yes…” he whispers as you take the tip into your mouth, rolling your tongue around.  You barely notice Mingi moving to the spot Yunho was in.  Then you feel hands on your ass again, but this time it’s Yunho.  You can hear the rustling of clothing, then the feeling of his naked cock rubbing up against your soaked core, against your ass.  As he slides himself against you, he coats himself with your juices, his hands gripping the flesh of your ass, then spanking you lightly.  

You can’t help but take more of Jongho as you press back against Yunho, taking his full head into your mouth as you look up at him.  Mingi is beside you, his huge cock in his hand as he slowly strokes himself.  You reach over to help him, and he takes your hand, guiding you to stroke him.  Taking more and more of Jongho, you hum happily as you taste his salty precum, eagerly bobbing your head and watching his reactions to make sure you’re pleasing him.  He coos at you, petting your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as he encourages you.  

“Maybe it wasn’t all- oh fuck….boasting..” he chokes out as you take as much as you can, the head hitting the back of your throat.  Yunho takes the opportunity to rub the head of his own cock against your entrance, teasing you, making you whimper around Jongho’s dick.  “Aww..Yun…don’t tease our little angel…” Jongho manages, his head tipping back on the back of the couch as you add a hand in to stroke him while you suck and lick.  “Yeah, Yun, she’s being such a good girl…” Mingi adds, watching you.  

“Looks like I should be nice to you..hm?” he asks, pressing himself right at your entrance.  You let Jongho’s cock pop out of your mouth, stroking him as you whine out pleas to Yunho.  “What if I don’t want to be nice?” he asks, digging his fingers into your hips as he slams his entire length into you, causing you to cry out from the sudden stretching sensation as he moans.  “Fuck-I thought Mingi’d loosened you up a bit, but-oh god you’re so tight-” Yunho gasps out, drawing back just to thrust back into you.

 You lay your head on Jongho’s thigh, one hand on his cock and the other on Mingi’s as Yunho starts fucking you hard and fast.  “Yun!” You cry out, loud cries escaping your lips as he smacks your bare ass hard enough to leave a handprint.  “Louder!” he says, and you start screaming for him.  “Please, fuck me harder, please!” you yell and he obliges, using his hands to yank you back against him.  “Gonna-gonna-” you sputter but then he stops suddenly, causing more cries, this time of loss as he pulls out of you.  

“Look at your wet thighs, soaked from just that little bit…” Yunho says, planting a kiss on the red mark he’d left on your asscheek.  “Get on top of Jongho.” Yunho says, and you get up immediately to obey, straddling the younger man.  “Ride me nice and hard, little girl…think you can manage that?” he asks and you bite your lip as you guide him into you, his thickness stretching you even after Yunho’s ministrations.  As you sink down completely on him, you roll your hips to bask in the full feeling.  “Such a good girl,” Jongho coos at you, his hands sliding under your ass to lift you and help you start to bounce up and down on him.  

“Fuck yes, god your tight little pussy feels like heaven.” he whispers, and you lean back into Mingi as he takes Yunho’s place behind you, his hands coming up to cup both tits as you ride Jongho.  “Lean forward for me, yes…that’s a good little girl…you’re going to take both of us now…” he’s saying and you barely understand what he means because of all of the pleasure you’re getting from the hands and Jongho deep inside of you.  

Then as you feel Mingi’s cock pressing into your ass, you understand what he meant.  “Oh my god…MINGI!” you cry out, but he’s shushing you, and Yunho is beside you, his lips on your cheek, cooing into your ear.  “It’s fine baby girl…..do you want us to stop?” Yunho asks and you squeak, clinging onto Jongho, reaching for Yunho simultaneously as you shake your head.  “No just-OH GOD MINGI!” you moan as he presses further into you before pulling out to press back in.  

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not as mean as Yunho…” Mingi says, taking his time with your ass, working you open and using your excessive wetness to help out.  “Say the word and I’ll stop, beautiful,” Mingi says but you’re overriding his words with your own.  “No please,I want you…i want you both in me ... .all three of you…” you say as you meet Yunho’s eyes.  They sparkle in delight as a tear slips out of yours.  Yunho wipes it away, cupping your cheek.  “You’re ok then?” you nod then gasp as Jongho rocks you against him, his thickness pressing along your walls as he continues to slowly move you on him as Mingi preps you for him.  

“Shhh…” Mingi’s lips are suddenly on your ear, his breath tickling your skin as his arm slips around your waist.  Then he’s pushing into you, drawing out a long, loud moan as he buries his long, thick length into your ass.  “Mingi- oh god-” you whine but then Yunho is standing up, his hand in your hair as he guides your mouth to his cock.  “All three, baby girl.  You can do it…” Yunho says and you nod as you open for him, letting him control things as you look up at him.  “Such pretty tears,” he moans as he slips the underside of his dick along your tongue.  “Oh fuck, baby….do you like having all three of us in you at once?” he asks as he pushes himself further into your mouth.  You can only let out small noises as you drool around him, his hand in your hair as he presses against the back of your throat.  Mingi is starting to thrust in and out of you as you adjust, and Jongho is holding you steady on him, allowing Mingi to set the pace.  You can feel your walls trembling around Jongho and he cries out as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass.  “Mingi-fuck…” Jongho chokes out, and Mingi growls deep in his throat, fucking you faster.  “MMNNG!” is all you can manage around Yunho’s cock, your hand reaching up to cup his balls, kneading them as he thrusts into your mouth.  “Oh fuck!” Yunho chokes out, then he’s yanking your head back, pulling his cock out of your mouth to burst thick ropes of cum all over your face, into your open mouth and onto your tongue as he pants heavily.  

Mingi cries out as he watches his friend cum all over you, slamming himself harder and harder into you, and then Jongho is lifting his hips off the couch along with you, his cries growing louder.  “I’m gonna fuckin cum!” Jongho yells and Mingi pushes you forward onto Jongho, his hips pounding him into your ass as Jongho’s cock twitches inside of you, his moans escalating as you feel his hot cum flood inside of you.  You scream as you clamp around him, your own orgasm causing you to tremble with all of the sensations you’re feeling, your walls pulsing around Jongho as he empties himself  “FUCK!” Mingi growls as he feels you both shaking under him and he grits his teeth as he starts cumming inside of you, pulling out to finish all over your bare ass, jerking himself to get every last drop as you both pant under him.  Yunho flops back onto the couch beside you as he watches Mingi finish on you, admiring your cum covered face and ass as he grins.  He tips his head to glance at Jongho, who lets out a sigh then a small chuckle.  Mingi is recovering as Jongho gently, lifts you from him, watching the cum dribble out of you, down your thigh as he settles you onto Yunho to be cuddled.  

“You’re a mess, angel.  You look thoroughly wrecked.” Yunho whispers, kissing your temple.  “Mmm…but I told you I could take all three…” you mumble, still recovering and they all laugh as Mingi drops down in front of you, laying his head on your naked thigh.  You run your fingers through his hair as Jongho plants kisses along your shoulder.  

“Yes, you took us all so very well, princess.  But let’s just see if you can walk after that.  Then we will talk about round two.”

[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 2 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

"Previously on Wandee Goodday Z. Doctor Wandee set his eyes on Mr. perfect Doctor Ter, but before the battle even starts our hero Dee got hit with the "I only like women." now after humiliated defeat, Dee rise up to meet his new challenger Yor-yak Phadetseuk. can our hero finally get to taste delicious victory or it he going to forever be consign to life of vanillaness. find out in this episode of Wandee Goodday Z!"

To zab or not to zab? an age old question, asks to themself by every repressed Homos that ever live.

Bitch! you just got offered free dick. and this hunk of a dick nonetheless. get off your high horse and go ride this bull of a man instead!

So you people probably figured this out by now. but yes Fluke is a really poppular thai boy name for millennials and gen z. i literally knew like 10+ different Flukes form just my school days alone.

Cher can you share your man with me. pretty please 🥺

Fuck you! how dare you wink your god dang eyebrow like that! เห็นใจคนไม่มีผัวหน่อยสิครับ.

Eyebrows!

Men, can't kill them, can't live without them.

Ok wtf, how is this dumb horny show give me the feels right now. Ohhhh those eyes, god damn those eyes. it's like staring into a hazy morning field touched by a gentle first daylight. i wish i could get lost in them forever..... anyway Hot man me likey!

I don't go there but Yak fursuit game is weak. forking amature smh.

Tank tops! hubba hubba. thank you show for putting all the men in tank tops. i will forever be in your debt.

No thank you. i really don't like this trope of a character getting saves from sa that so prevalent in BL and romance genre in general.

This man is a husband material, Dee. you better not break this poor man's heart. or i swear to all the lords of hell, i will bring down calamity on your ass.

Oh hello stereotypical gossipy gay. your kind was one of the first queer representations we got on thai tv. you walked so these BL boys could run, thank you for your service.

He's so beautiful. i love him and his magnificent eyebrows so much.

Cool grandma! i love her style so much. also loved that she asked Dee how the hell he still can't find a man. freaking savage.

จะเอาหัวเอาหางหรือจะเอากลางตลอดตัว ก็ได้จ่ะ.

"Moan harder" and "play with that longer" i'm fucking dead. this is so hot! ahhhh yessss i love this so much. this is how you do sexy. other BLs take some fucking notes!

This is so fucking tender. my heart is melted.

Oh my, this Ep whewwww. the tenderness expressed by Yak is something that i didn't know i needed, but i'm 100% loving every goddamn second of it. Great is such a great actor (pun intended.) and this version of Yak is already better than his book counterpart.

[clemelntine]

Heartkiller episode 6 uncohesive stray thoughts

With screenshots because, as always, I took too many and feel the need to make them usefull

Oh how sweet

Oh how horny

Oh how sweet

Oh how horny

No fr tho fucking rollercoaster of a morning after scene. Couldn't decide between morning sex and cuddles so they just did both ig.

Styles dad is such a consistantly real character. Like objectively he isnt that chill but also that is just a dad tho

Does he have the embarrassing fliphone because it is harder to track/easier to replace, or is he just a nostalgic piece of shit millennial

That is such a sick ring setup. Like, two rings on one finger and the rest just bare. Bold fucking move Style

Dont make me cry

My eclipse rotten heart cant handle this, please

Look at him fisting that bottle. Least casual person ever.

Hes such an emo piece of shit

I cant handle this episode and it just being Kant and Style trying to subconsciously convince Bison and Fadel to not continue to be hitmen :(

God this montage made me so soft

I am absolutely feral over this shot. Like ofcourse they are really cute laying there, but also that little piece of Kants stomach.

Haha that is so funny. Kill me

Omg thay finally makes four asses grabbed

Hot

Fadel real for that tho. Obsessing over your hands cuz you touched your fav band. Peak fanboy behavior.

He is so fucking sappy it makes me stupidly sad.

I stood strong for quite a bit but omg he so hot i cant handle it anymore. Where did they even find a man like that.

Liar. Litteraly full face on cctv, is he really oblivious to that. Didnt think they would have some kind of protection

Fadel mostly being there to make sure Bison doesnt reak havok to the world is my fav little suprice from this show.

Simp

What kind of restaurant does he run

Holy shit he is fucking cooked

Oh the parallels, oh my heart

I think they're are trying to kill me

Favorite scenes

Ofcourse their dates and the little montage

But Style and Kant missing their boyfriends also hit like a fucking truck

Love the amount of friendship/brotherhood we got this ep

For anyone curious about my screenshot statistics I took 125 screenshots total. 81 of Fadel and or Style, 30 of Kant and or Bison, 9 of Kant and Style together, 4 of Fadel and Bison together and 2 of Captain Christ.

[the-golden-vanity]

The thing about watching Hornblower is that it’s from the '90s. This can apply to a lot of things about it, from the cheesy explosion special effects to the candy-apple-red fake blood, but right now it's about a moment that left me feeling some truly indescribable emotions.

(I'm trying to talk about a moment that came out of nowhere for me without giving away any spoilers, so I'm sorry for the intentional vagueness, but if you haven't seen the show yet, you will thank me later.)

I just watched two of the characters in this show have a Big Damn Moment. The music was dramatic, the actors were beautiful, the time would never come again—and while the part of me that has seen more recent boat media was going, "oh my god, are they gonna kiss?" the part of me that is A Queer Millennial knew that a show from the '90s would never let that happen. Alas, compulsory heterosexuality strikes even in the historico-fictional Royal Navy. 😔

[gremlingottoosilly]

I keep rereading if you need to be mean and the part where König stalks her Social media kills me because imagining the reader having the millennial/Gen Z sense of humor and sharing the most niche and random memes meanwhile König is having to do a deep dive just to understand what the fuck is horse plinko and why she’s using it to describe her life

My man was struggling!!

I write him in his late thrties/early forties and oh god, having a darling with very active social media account is going to be a problem for him. Our man spends hours reading Urban Dictionary and Know Your Meme, desperately trying to train TikTok algorithm to show him memes but getting dad fishing videos and unfunniest army jokes ever.

He doesn't understand self-destructive humor and tries to spank it out of his darling(( she can't hate herself and want to die, it's bad for her!! Konig is always vigilant about it, doesn't understanding that being depressed is basically a thing for young people now. He likes Instagram photos tho

[by-speaker]

Teasing/Banter (ENG. VER)

Philza was clearly going insane. He didn't want to think about the god following him up and down. Denying any mention of the god, or any ‘gifts’ the god left in his things. 

But Missa seemed to enjoy every second of it, Philza seemed to hear the god's restrained laughter whenever he found a flower, a note, a shiny stone or a feather, almost as if Missa was toying with him. 

Philza crumpled up another note he had found in his backpack, “Very funny, Missa, very funny.” He mumbled through his teeth. 

“What's funny?” Rose asked, watching as her son struggled alone with his backpack, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything's fine,” Phil said putting on his backpack, “Fit put one of those stupid little notes he likes to put on my backpack.”

Rose looked at him confused for a moment then shook her head slightly, taking a sip of her coffee, “I have a 12-hour shift today, are you going to be okay?”

Phil laughed, “I'm not 10 years old any more, Rose.”

The woman laughed too, “I know, I know, you're a big boy, but I can't help but worry about you, If your dad comes over to the house, will you call me? Won't you face him on your own? Promise me that.”

Philza smiled warmly at her mother, “Don't worry, Rose, I'm not going to do anything stupid.”

Rose looked at him a moment longer, with that mixture of concern and love that only a mother could show. “You better,” she said softly, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I know you're strong, but you don't have to carry everything alone.”

Philza nodded, though he knew that, in truth, there were many things he was already carrying alone, things he couldn't explain even to his mother. Missa's constant presence was one of them. “I promise, Mum.”

She grabbed her bag and headed for the door, but before she left, she turned one last time. “I love you, Phil. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

“I love you too, Rose,” he replied, and watched as his mother disappeared out the door.

When he was finally alone, he let out a long sigh, letting the mask of calm he had worn throughout the conversation fade. He knew Missa was near. He felt it, as always, that almost tangible presence.

“Aren't you adorable?” Philza rolled his eyes, of course Missa was going to be here, ‘What are you doing?’

“I'm trying to make my breakfast,’ Phil replied, mashing an avocado for his toast, ’Which is proving rather difficult having a stalker god watching me, don't you have divine duties to attend to?’

“Hmm,” Missa said, pretending to be thinking, “no, nothing more interesting, nothing would ever be more interesting than you.”

Philza snorted, he knew the god was just teasing him, “I've told you a million times, I'm nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” Missa appeared sitting on the kitchen counter, right next to Phil's avocado, “Are you telling me that any mortal can do…” With a dramatic gesture, he pointed to the toast Phil was preparing, “…such a perfectly mashed avocado?”

Phil didn't even look up. “Literally anyone can make this.”

“Oh, so anyone can see a god of death and just ignore him while he makes his breakfast?” Missa leaned closer, his grin growing wider and wider. “Anyone can find my gifts and simply crumple them up like they are propaganda papers?”

“Your ‘presents’ were in MY backpack,” Phil pointed the knife at the aforementioned object. “You know it's rude to rummage through other people's belongings?”

Missa gasped dramatically, holding a hand to her chest. “You're lecturing me on manners? Me? A millennial god?”

“Clearly, someone has to,” Phil muttered, spreading the avocado on his bread. “Thousands of years and you never learned to knock.”

“Doors are for mortals,” Missa waved his hand scornfully, but his mischievous grin did not diminish. “Besides, where would the fun be in that? I love watching you try to explain to people why you talk to yourself.”

Phil finally looked up, narrowing his eyes. “You know, for a god of death, you're surprisingly childish.”

“And for a mortal, you're surprisingly grumpy,” Missa countered, materializing a black feather and dropping it on Phil's toast. ’How about a little decoration for your breakfast?’

“Missa…”

“Yes, my dear favourite mortal?”

“You have three seconds to remove that feather from my breakfast before I start reciting prayers to other gods.”

Missa's laughter filled the kitchen as the feather disappeared into thin air. “See, this is why you're special, Phil. Not just anyone would threaten a god of death over breakfast.”

[bloodyraremedium]

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[hexedwinchester]

My SPN meet-cute ;)

On the 13th anniversary of 'How I Started Watching Supernatural', I wanted to share the first time I saw this show and how it changed from a random channel surfing to my fangirling obsession. A re-telling of how I first started watching the show, if you will.

This was in 2011 when I was back from college and channel surfing. We didn't have OTTs or speedy internet to watch shows online, so like any other millennial, it had to be on TV. I stopped on the AXN channel to watch this cute fella with a hella good hair and a dimpled smile cracking into a dead chick's computer using "Pattinson" as a password. Yes, it was S06E05 'Live Free or Twi-Hard' and mind you, Twilight was at its peak. So anyway, I watched this episode and it seemed silly with all the goofy jokes around Twilight. But, my heart stopped at the moment Sam smiled that wicked grin when he noticed Dean turned by a vampire and I was like, oh my god why is this guy happy about his brother getting turned?? It's so twisted, I love it!

Of course, that episode didn't explain Sam's reaction so I felt restless, like I needed to find out and soon. Next day, when I was back from college, the show was on again with a fresh episode. Now, mind you, I did not know I was watching the sixth season (because the channel didn't mention it like it does now) or the fact that Supernatural didn't always pick up the story right where it left off. So, I watched the next one which was 'You Can't Handle The Truth' and I was like, damn who is this Sam fella? What's wrong with him? I gotta find out!

So of course, I kept watching the show and at some point, I realized I was probably missing out on a major chunk of the story especially when I saw the recap for "The French Mistake" about Ruby and the blood-drinking and I thought to myself gosh, when did this happen? I was so hooked up on the Soulless Sam storyline, I watched the entire season 6 that month. Funny thing, in the back of my mind I had this nagging feeling that a few years ago I had seen a show with a similar plot where something was wrong with one of the brothers but I couldn't put my finger on it.

After watching season 6, I decided to start the show from the beginning. Lucky for me, a friend had a copy of the first 3 seasons (I saw the rest when AXN ran the show from the beginning before the release of Season 7) and imagine my surprise when I saw season 2, specifically the scene where Dean tells Sam about saving him or killing him and my brain instantly blew up! Why? apparently, I had seen random episodes of Season 2 while channel surfing when it had launched all those years ago!

Eventually, I managed to see the show in the right order and fell so hard for Sam and his trauma, that thirteen years later, I am still carrying that pain with me! Sam, his character, it had me hooked from the very first moment. He was always so complex and fascinating to me! If it wasn't for him and the way Jared played him, I probably would have stopped watching the show after season 9.

Now that I have shared my SPN meet-cute, I invite you guys to reblog and share your first-watch experience of Supernatural.

[allthecastlesonclouds]

tell me about drawtectives. what is this little show.

oooooh my god oh my god. they are my guys. so.

drawtectives itself is a youtube series created by julia lepetit on Drawfee. it's an rpg mystery show– s1 is a murder mystery, s2 is just a mystery– that doubles as an art challenges show. she draws all of the backgrounds and npcs and most of the assets (the 'cutscenes', you could call them) and then the team gets together, knowing absolutely nothing besides what julia's asked them to prepare, and does some funky improv to create a very funky storyline.

there are 3 players and one dm; the pcs are rosé, york, and grendan/grenda/grandma/gma, and the Big NPCs are Jancy True (s1/s2) and Eugene Finch (s2) and they're, in their own words, a found family, so. beloved. their backup plan if all their jobs fail is to move out east and open a bookstore. jancy and eugene have fully accepted their titles as mom/ancestral ghost and son despite meeting each other likely once before the drawtectives dragged them together. overall though if i had to summarize, it's a bunch of friends getting together, making a bunch of puns, appreciating julia's art, and laughing together. the vibes are 10/10 so loving. in writing the transcripts i've written (Karina laughs) (Nathan laughs) (All laugh) So Many Times it's just fun.

so there's three pcs. first one we meet is gyorik 'york' rogdul, who's a half-orc come to the city to learn about his mother's culture. he is the character we have by far the most lore for– if I compiled all the lore I had about the Northern Tribes and Wild Trains, I think the document would be multiple pages. he's also illiterate, which was an interesting decision for the english major of the group to make (in other words, York Will Not Be Illiterate For Season Three bc Y'all Cannot Read) and morally gray if you think about it too hard (he killed his own brother) but yknow he's hot so it's okay. they're all hot any crimes committed are okay. he's also aroace (confirmed by the player, which is!! vibes!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME @axolotllee!)

rosé is the Human Rogue and the youngest of the party; her main trait in s1 was Millennial and she Dealt with that. she, in contrast with York, has so little lore we are scraping the barrel. she was a thief, then left everything about that life behind and changed her name to rosé when she went to work for jancy. she lied on her resumé. she knows how to sew; she's sewn Pockets of Holding on most of her clothing. she bonded with a stray cat that lived outside her last apartment. she's three credits short of graduating college. she's, in addition to being a drawtective, jancy's intern, and cried when jancy got her a cupcake. she won't tell her best friends when her birthday is or where she goes to school or what her last name is. that's all we know about her and i love her and she could probably kill someone as she has multiple knives on her person and does not use them. she's bright and funny and can be pretty dark but really does find the humor in it which is. wonderful.

so grendan highforge starts out as The Snobby Rich Boy which. already love the trope something Always Happens To Them if they're a pc. then through s1 they make an offhand comment about a character (faucon, whose name is pronounced 'falco') and how if her name was pronounced that way it'd be grenda. faucon asks how they feel about it. they are caught very off-guard by that and then ask to be called it for the next hour or so. then the next witness calls him gma, and then grandma, and then. yeah she realizes she's genderfluid. and he uses any pronouns and has a full beard and also wears a romper and loves dogs and the player is the Most Experienced TTRPG-er so through maybe using resources a bittt grandma is the most observant character of all of them. he's also a dog walker and a lightweight and does canonically have druidic magic though that was Not Touched On Much and showed up to their first day on the job slightly stoned (they did stop doing that though.) she carries around a box to make the height difference (york is 7'. grendan is 4'. rosé is 6'. you can see the formatting issue) slightly less difficult. she doesn't know how rhinos reproduce but has had a fascination with them since a police chief said one might've committed a crime. i think they could kill someone by talking too much but they don't actually have the strength or dex to do Jack Shit.

and jancy true is the head pi (a great many of the characters are puns and i love it so much) and is there to make sure things get done and clues don't get missed. she has a cochlear implant and uses a cane and solved s1 just by Reading The Paper and hearsay. she solved about half of s2 before Someone Stopped Her. she says hello children to the drawtectives and it is such a fond thing. eugene is. a guy who i love. julia started the show thinking he would be some mysterious character to join them and then made the wonderful improv decision– avoiding having to do npc-npc conversation– of saying 'yeah eugene is spinning a camera on its stand' and rosé just says so gleefully. 'guys. i think he's stupid.' and he became their son. his character is a lot of The Plot of s2 so i don't want to get into it too much but. jancy and eugene my beloved.

they're just. such a family. to quote nathan (grenda's Player) from the s2 talkback: "That's one of my favorite things about this show, is we came in with these vague ideas for characters, and just playing them with each other, they became friends and became better people as a result of knowing each other and solving mysteries. ... Like, we all kind of independently made our characters people that either were distant from their families or, you know, just had tenuous connections to other stuff, and so these are, like, the realest connections they have in their lives."

and then karina (rosé) about 10 seconds later: "Yeah, we love a found family where they bond over just being the worst."

god. them. they're chaotic and loud and feel very real to me. they have excitement and are pretty bad at social cues but they love each other and want to die together because they would hate too much to be separated. i could articulate this better but it's one in the morning and they mean a great deal to me.