#okay but genuinely I think it would work really well

[just-1other-nerd]

These are my picks and below the cut I'll explain why though I doubt that anyone will read this ridiculously long essay.

I'm making this a tag game but everyone is free to join.

Small disclaimer: I'm acespec, because of that romantic love and sexual attraction feel a bit fictional to me anyways (kind of like how I believe in magic but it's far removed from my reality and daily life, still wouldn't mind it being there at all), so I'm very good at separating this kind of fiction from reality. I still adore romance in stories and I definitely have standards of what I would want a relationship to actually look like in real life if I should ever end up in one.

Enemies to lovers (mostly in fantasy though) is my jam. It's that specific category of hate to love which is one of my favourite tropes in general, bully "romances" and such appalling stuff is not included in my definition of this trope. For me it is the whole "we are on different sides of the war" thing or the "we have genuine reasons to hate each other but through reluctantly spending time together we overcome this" thing, tension and banter are just great and if an author actually understands what makes this trope great that means that the characters will undergo some kind of development and I adore a good character arc. Do not get me wrong, I love friends to lovers (especially in contemporary) amd the fluff it can give me but it seldomly gives me the kind of kick that enemies to lovers has got to it.

Yearning and angst are my thing, 10/10 and you know what has got that if well done? Fake dating and forbidden love! But I ended up choosing forbidden love because the reasons to end up in a fake relationship are oftentimes less believable than the ones for a forbidden love. Because when has faking a relationship actually seemed like it could solve any problems instead of creating more in the long run? Meanwhile the love existing in the first place is the problem itself.

Found family is a no brainer. It can be basically anything, teens, adults, kids, animal compantions, a combination of those and it slaps everytime. Single parent is okay, I like the representation but I can't really relate. But consider a found family that consists of an adult and their adopted child... brilliant! I think I improved the single parent trope by 1000%.

Sunshine x grumpy is a fucking good dynamic if well written and not just there to check off a trope box. Second chance is once again something that I can't really relate to but I really liked the angst and yearning in the few instances in which I've seen it done well.

I never really got the whole famous people appeal. There's actors and musicians and so on which I find hot but actually dating them would be a nightmare considering their work hours, the paparazzi, the long distance stuff, the stress and so on. For lots of people this choice would be about what archetype they find hotter for me that would be the musician but I'm annoyed by the self insert vibes. I hate "omg this famous person fancies me of all people that must make me special but I am not special at all actually". But then I discovered the bandmate and teammate dynamics and the (sports) rivals dynamics. It completely removes the power dynamics of normal person x famous and rich person because these people are on the same level, the also very clearly understand the whole career and public eye aspect of a romance like this better because both of them are in the business. And that is great, it creates understanding, yearning and angst if the relationship could meddle with the career. And even if it doesn't there's still ambition and a connection through a shared interest. A lot of this vatiation of these tropes is also queer so I'm even more into it. In the end I chose sports romance over rockstar romance because even though I'm not into sports in reality but really into music I am very obsessed with certain sports anime and the shipping game is top tier.

Small town romance is a very American Hallmark movie thing to me. It's literally just a setting. Granted one with less anonymity, less places to go and more conservative views but still just a setting. I think it seldomly actually adds to a romance plot and oftentimes gets living in a more rural area wrong (trust me I'm from a European village with less than 1000 people living here). Also the (female) main character giving up a successful career for a not so special guy just feels wrong and is done way too often and very boring. A secret baby at least brings some drama into the story and I think that's entertaining.

There's something horrible patriarchal about a forced marriage it would be a nightmare in real life but in fiction it is my guilty pleasure since it often includes some form of hate to love and forced proximity. The latter also a guilty pleasure in fiction because by God do I like my personal space and would hate someone intruding. But in stories it causes the same kind of thing I love about hate to love: the characters are annoyed by one another but over time the begin to grow close emotionally and there's a character arc about understanding involved. (Side note hate to love and forced proximity can also be platonic.) The trope can also just be funny, like being shoved into a closet but they land on top of each other in a mess of limbs. I picked forced proximity as the one I prefer because it is more harmless than a forced relationship.

Summer and winter are just settings and while they contribute a lot to the vibe and to the possibilities of what the characters can get up to I think they are less important than the actual plot which is why my liking of a story won't be that influenced by the season. If I had to pick a season for a contemporary romance it would be spring (even though I like a built up that is longer than 3 months but alas), otherwise I don't have real preferences because once again it depends on the plot. But I picked summer since its vibes are closer to spring vibes than winter's.

I like good boys and I like edgy boys who are actually decent people. Bad boys on the other hand are often a cardboard cut-out of a person who has no hobbies except for brooding, being mysterious, being obsessive and abusive. So I didn't have to think hard about this one.

Slow burn forever! Draw out the tension, the longing, the yearning, the angst and I am happy but then let it all dissolve in a satisfying act of love or a heartbreaking one. One of my favourite tropes and I think one aspect of this is that if it takes a while for the characters to get together that means they know each other fairly well by then which I think is an important part of a functional relationship. Love triangles can be done well like when you actually do not know who will end up with whom or if you don't know who you, the viewer/reader, would choose or would want the main character to end up with because both options are good and likable or if one person gets two partners (one polyamorous person, two monogamous people who are okay with this arrangement) or if everyone ends up with everyone (throuple yay). But I have seen far too many instances in which it was not only clear to me from early on who the desired person would choose in the end but the author also failed to make me like the involved characters or when they failed to give me a good reason for why the protagonist chose who they chose or if the character picked the choice I wouldn't have gone with and thos things took away all the tension and likability. I swear 80% of this trope is "who is the not so special girl going to choose the insanely physically attractive and rich blond brother with a flirty personality who is the life of the party or the insanely physically attractive and rich brother with dark hair and a fable for brooding and antisocial behaviour?" and it's always the latter and he is the worse option out of the two already bad ones.

Billionaires shouldn't exist and burn in hell. The whole concept of their existence is unethical, I do not under any circumstances want to even have contact with someone like that let alone date them. There's also this power dynamic that comes with a person being much more wealthy than their partner which I just don't like. An office romance can also be problematic because it can annoy coworkers, change team dynamics, you never get a break from your partner, there might be some HR problems involved, you might fight over work topics, you start to associate your partner with desk work, there might be some envy when it comes to career, there might be uncomfortable power dynamics and trying to hide the dating thing from others to avoid all of this won't end up working otherwise there wouldn't be a plot or a conflict. But it's still better than fucking billionaires. Just get me away from a capitalist hellscape as a setting in general, like who saw cubicles and thought "this is cute"? I do not need to spend more time at work than I have to in order to survive so why would I want my fiction to take place right there?

I go to dystopia for the plot and the social commentary and while I appreciate a good romantic subplot a lot, I don't want this to distract me all too much from the thing I was looking for. Historical settings on the other hand are just very detailed (if the reasearch was done right anyways) and interesting to me. It's got its own social rules and political nuances. Of course patriarchal power dynamics have been even worse in the past but I love it when the couple navigates those in a way that still results in them having a healthy relationship. I also just love Jane Austen.

First love is nice but not necessarily better than second or third love and so on. My choice is revenge because I am a petty bitch with lots of grudges and I feel so much catharsis when someone gets what they deserve. I also love it when a character takes their revenge too far and has to deal with that moral dilemma, that is an interesting struggle if you ask me.

I think I have already established why I don't like office or work romances. And rivalries are often just a subsection of hate to love, and I've gone into why I like that too. A bonus of rivals to lovers is also the (often) harmless obsessiveness of the characters with each other. It doesn't matter if it's an academic context or a sports context or a career context, it is just fun

If you've actually made it to here, congrats I guess. Please tell me your thoughts.

@jediwizard @ilov3b00kss0much @ineffablebookgirl

EVERYONE ON TUMBLR NEEDS TO DO THIS

[ceratedfish24]

Thoughts on renscott or majorbeans??

MY DRAMA NERDS!!! Ren is the guy on the football team who got the lead in the play because he’s a big strong man, except everyone then found out that he’s actually really into theater and knows a lot about it. Scott got the other lead, and they ended up kissing about it. Everyone went “Oh, it’s just a showmance” and then a month passes. And then another month passes. And then the school year is over and they’re still in the honeymoon phase. And then it actually makes a lot of sense. Of course Scott would be into a football player who’s genuinely into theater and is actually a really sweet, humble, and hard working dude. Of course Ren would be into the confident and popular pretty boy who’s actually really caring and clever and knows what is and isn’t worth his time.

Also, can we talk about Simple Life? “You’re a red name.” “I am.” “You could kill people.” “I could kill you.” “But you wouldn’t want to do that.” “I don’t.” Okay. Homosexuals. Ren might not be the first person many of us would think of when it comes to Trafficblr violence, but he is Red Winter. He is the Red King. He is a loyal knight of the Fairy Fort who craves blood. Ren doesn’t usually like to fight head on, but Scott showing 0 concern or defensiveness whatsoever threw him off so hard that Ren went from wolf to puppy dog so quickly. which. might be Scott’s special talent, honestly.

Let’s make one thing clear: There is only one moment in the entire Life Series that could be evidence of the canon temperature of Scott’s hands. and. it. is. Dangthatsalongname’s Wild Life Episode 7 32:47 “Scott, you got really warm hands, by the way.”  - Rendog, Nov. 30th, 2024. (On a side note: I wanted to be sure that I got Ren’s channel name right, cause his username is “Renthedog”, so I looked him up, but the youtube search bar recommended “rendog face reveal”. I got curious and clicked it, and the first video that came up was a clip of Scott saying “he knows I’m gay, right?” in TommyInnit’s collab with Grian and Mumbo. I don’t know why. Could be a sign.) This is the only mention of the temperature of Scott’s hands. Contrary to all Smajor headcanons based on his ESMP S1, Scott has “really warm hands” at least in Wild Life.

Ren plays guitar and sings, and Scott also likes to sing. Their life would be so very full of music. Scott sings to himself in the morning while blearily making breakfast for the both of them, and Ren comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Scott’s waist. It’s too early for him, and Scott’s voice is putting him back to sleep. When Ren is tuning his guitar, Scott drops everything to listen in. Scott sings when he’s deep-cleaning the house, and Ren stands in the doorway and melts. The two of them take turns with the aux in the car, and they make playlists for each other and build playlists together. They sing each other lullabies before bed and hum old melodies while the other is brushing their teeth. Scott whisper-sings into Ren’s hair, as they fall asleep at night.

Majorbeans, okay, look. I’m not a fan of toxic relationships. I understand the appeal, but I am here for escapism where everything is good and okay. I like vanilla, and many of y’all like mint chocolate chip, basically. In other words, I’m not gonna talk about the toxic depictions of Majorbeans, because I know that I will be out of my element. It’s simply not territory that I am well versed in. However, I do particularly love Majorbeans from the angle of friends to lovers. I love the idea of Scott letting Joel get away with being more of a menace than anyone else because he trusts Joel to know where the line is and to apologize properly if he accidentally crosses it, and I so dearly love the idea of Joel knowing Scott better than anyone ever has.

When I think of Majorbeans, I think of old friends whose relationship isn’t really changed much by the labels “couple” or “boyfriends”. It was just the natural progression of their friendship. They’re still having stupid pillow fights and poking fun at each other when the other is bad at a video game. They’re still bickering about the same petty argument they had twelve years ago. They’re still competitive when pit against one another. They don’t really expect more from one another than they did before they started dating. Scott and Joel may not be the kind of couple who goes everywhere together, but they do get excited about getting to go home to one another. When they get married, it’s very literal when they say “I’m marrying my best friend”. I mean, that’s the person who gets them the best, who never judges, who knows when to be playful and when to be serious, who knows when to address an issue and when to nod and agree. That’s the person who they trust the most to be honest with them when it really matters.

To expand more on my thoughts about Scott and Joel not being the type of couple to spend every second of every day together, I’m not saying that they would get sick of each other. They’re just both generally confident enough to be fine on their own, and they’re both very competent people. I don’t think that they would worry too much about the other under typical circumstances. They’re just not super co-dependent on each other. They both value their relationship, but they naturally don’t feel a need to lean on it for validation or security. They can find what they need in themselves and their communities. Being around each other is just something they mutually treasure.

Joel and Scott are both people who like to play up their confidence, but I think that they’d be comfortable enough to be more vulnerable when it’s just the two of them. I think Scott wouldn’t bother to upkeep his appearance quite as much, though Joel still rolls his eyes and scoffs and blushes at how effortlessly and annoyingly pretty he finds Scott to be with bedhead in his laundry day clothes without make up. In turn, Joel is more earnest and forward about his intentions in his day-to-day activities when he’s talking with just Scott. Communicating properly with Scott just feels more natural in the moment, even if it makes Joel complain to Grian and Jimmy about how “grossly domestic” Scott makes him. He knows that, when making plans for the day, Scott appreciates his earnestness moreso than a bit Joel’s done a thousand times and will continue until he’s six feet under, and the bit is not so important to Joel that he would intentionally inconvenience Scott over it.

Finally, in Simple Life, Joel gave Scott a bouquet of dandelions. This is symbolic for a number of reasons. Firstly, dandelions are typically used to symbolize resilience, something that I believe both Joel and Scott to have in spades. It feels like an act of respect, for Joel to give Scott so many dandelions like that. Additionally, the way that Joel handed the dandelions off to Scott felt symbolic to me. He was just clearing his inventory to make room for an item Scott was giving him, but he also didn’t frame the action like he was just throwing his trash at Scott. It was a very practical action, something that just makes a lot of sense for their dynamic, particularly in Simple Life. Lastly, dandelions are a symbol of hope and childhood innocence. I didn’t grow up in a place with any dandelions, but, as a child, I always imagined what it might feel like to make a wish on one. To me, Joel giving Scott a bouquet of dandelions, in my little headcanon lore, was a way of saying “I wish you well, old friend”. I love that for them.

Thank you for the ask!!🩵🩵

[mummyemmatojames]

20. Furious and Heartbroken: A Breach of Trust and a Harsh Consequence

Hello, dear community. Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, and I’m coming to you today feeling absolutely furious—and honestly, a bit heartbroken. Our MDLB and FLR dynamic has been going so well lately—no fuss at bedtime, James following rules beautifully, and everything feeling like it’s on the right track. But last night, something happened that shook me to my core, and I’m still reeling from it. I need to vent and would really appreciate your thoughts on how to move forward.

The Incident: A Breach of Trust

Last night, I put James to bed as usual—our routine went smoothly, with no complaints or pushback. We had our cuddles, I tucked him in at 8:30 PM, and he seemed perfectly settled. I felt so content as I left the room, thinking we’d had another lovely evening together. About half an hour later, I happened to glance at the baby monitor we keep in his room (mostly for my peace of mind on nights he’s in the spare bedroom or when I want to check if he’s asleep). What I saw made my stomach drop—James was rubbing himself in bed, clearly masturbating, despite our strict rules against it.

I felt a wave of disgust wash over me—not because of the act itself, but because of what it meant for our dynamic. We’ve been so clear about keeping adult sexual behavior separate, saving it for our monthly check-ins as equals, so that his little space remains pure and focused on comfort and care. He knows this—he’s agreed to it—and yet there he was, breaking that trust. I felt betrayed, like my little boy had let me down in one of the most fundamental ways.

My Reaction: A Harsh Spanking

I couldn’t hold back—I ran into his room, flipped on the light, and told him how disappointed I was. My voice was shaking as I explained that this wasn’t okay, that he knew the rules, and that I expected better from him. He looked shocked and embarrassed, stammering apologies, but I was too upset to hear it in that moment. I grabbed the hairbrush from the dresser—this was only the second time I’ve spanked him as a punishment, and the first time had been much more measured. This time, I didn’t give him a warm-up—I was too furious. I had him pull down his pajama bottoms, bent him over the bed, and spanked him hard, probably harder than I should have.

It was intense—by the end, his hands were trying to protect his bottom, and he was in real pain, begging me to stop. I gave him maybe 40 strokes, each one fueled by my frustration and hurt. I didn’t enjoy it—not one bit. Seeing him like that, writhing and crying, broke my heart even more, but I felt like I had to follow through to make the point clear. When it was over, I didn’t offer the usual cuddles or comfort—I just told him to get back into bed, that I was too upset to talk more right then. I tucked him in, still sniffling like a toddler, his face wet with tears, and left the room to try to calm myself down.

My Mixed Emotions: Anger, Guilt, and Love

Now that it’s the next morning, I’m still sorting through how I feel. I’m furious that he broke our rules—especially after how well things have been going. I expect him to have the discipline to control himself, even though I know he’s a man with natural urges. Our dynamic relies on him trusting me to set boundaries and him following them, and this felt like such a betrayal of that trust. I genuinely felt disgusted seeing my little boy doing something so adult in a space we’ve worked so hard to keep pure—it was like a punch to the gut.

At the same time, I’m wrestling with guilt over how harsh I was. This was only his second punishment spanking, and the first time (after the shopping meltdown) was much more controlled, with a warm-up and a clearer head. Last night, I let my emotions take over, and I wonder if I went too far. Seeing him in so much pain, trying to shield himself, wasn’t something I enjoyed—it made me feel sick, even though I was so angry. I don’t want our dynamic to be about fear or hurt; I want it to be about love and structure. But in that moment, I felt like I had to make the consequence severe to match the severity of the rule-breaking.

Where We’re At Now

This morning, James was quiet and subdued. He apologized again, his voice small, and said he didn’t mean to disappoint me—he just “wasn’t thinking” and got carried away. I told him we’d talk more later, but I needed some time to process. He’s been extra good today, sticking to his chore chart and following rules without a peep, like he’s trying to make up for it. I can tell he’s sorry, and I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, but I’m still figuring out how to rebuild that trust.

I’m also thinking about what I can do to prevent this in the future—maybe more reminders about why we have these rules, or stricter consequences leading up to something like a spanking so it doesn’t feel so sudden. I don’t want to resort to punishment often, but I also don’t want him thinking he can break such a fundamental boundary without serious repercussions.

What Do You Think?

I’d really love some perspective from the community—how have you handled breaches of trust like this in your dynamic? Did you react as strongly as I did, or did you find other ways to address it that felt fair but firm? For those who’ve had to use harsher punishments, how did you balance it with maintaining the loving side of your dynamic afterward? And if anyone has tips for rebuilding trust after something like this—or preventing it in the first place—I’m all ears. I’m also wondering if I was too harsh, and how I can approach discipline in the future with a clearer head.

Thank you for being here as I navigate this rough patch. I know James and I will get through it—he’s still my good little boy at heart—but last night was a hard reminder of how much work and trust this dynamic takes.

With all my love (and a bit of frustration), Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[bosinclairsgff]

Can I request Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, and Darry Jenner with a fem!/gn! s/o that has a habit of shutting down when they get sad/insecure? Like, refuses to talk or look at them type beat?

Slashers (and Darry Lolol) x fem reader who shuts down

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Darry Jenner, Albert Shaw and Dale Kobble

I added two more so it’d be a longer post! Hope you like it! 😙🫶🏻 Sorry for any typos I didn’t catch

- The first time you do it in front of him he’d just stand there looking at you for a moment, not really knowing what to do.

- He’d ask you why your being so quiet and to tell him what’s wrong.

- At first he’d get mad that you aren’t really responding to him. “Well fine fuck off then! If you don’t wanna tell me why did you come to me?” He’d scoff as he walks away.

- He’d go ballistic if you won’t even look at him, like he’d be so mad.

- The first time you do it he’d probably just leave and ignore you until you start responding to him or talking again.

- Once you kind of explain that’s a coping mechanism and how you can’t help shutting down I think he’d become slightly more understanding.

- Over time Bo would know how to handle you when you get like this. He’d tell you it’s okay and reassure you that it’s all okay.

- If you were sad over something he’d try to find a way to fix whatever made you cry.

- If you were upset because your feeling insecure then he’d hold you and tell you how beautiful you are in his eyes.

- Thomas wouldn’t really know what to do.

- I could see him just leaving and avoiding you because he genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on.

- In his head one minute you were fine, laughing, talking and joking the next you won’t say a word and your eyes are fixed to the ground. So he’d just leave. He thinks you need space.

- Later if you came to find him he’d give you a hug but that’s about all. He just doesn’t understand. It’d take time of you explaining it over and over to him.

- Once he starts to understand I think he’d bring you a flower or a dirty glass of water just trying to be helpful even if it’s not all that helpful.

- He’s trying ok :(

- Darry would be the most understanding.

- As soon as he notices you’ve shut down he’d start trying to make you feel better.

- If you were sad he’d rub small circles on your back while he held you and talked you through whatever made you upset. Darry would come up with a plan to fix it or just let you cry it out.

- He would always be understanding when it came to you. Darry really cares for the people he loves.

- If your feeling insecure about something he’d just list off things he loves about you. To him you are just so perfect.

- I think he’d also just make jokes trying to lighten the mood. Or he’d try to distract you by telling you some funny story.

- When notices you won’t even look at him I think he’d get a little upset at that. He’d be hurt by it but would try to understand where your feelings are at the moment.

- I could see Albert shutting down if he was sad too. I think he’d understand how you feel. But he is insane so it depends on his mood.

Good Mood Albert

- He’d sit down on the mattress downstairs and just be there next to you.

- Al knows your probably upset about being stuck in the basement and not being able to leave.

- Maybe he’d tell you your family still puts up posters for you and they haven’t given up, thinking that’d make you feel better. When it doesn’t he’d cringe at himself for thinking that was a good way to go about that.

- Once his first attempt doesn’t work he might just put his arm around your shoulders and let you lean into him.

- After you guys got closer he’d start trying to make you feel better by showing you magic tricks or telling you about a movie he saw on tv last night. Trying to distract you.

Bad Mood Albert

- Doesn’t care

- Would probably threaten you or laugh at you.

- “What a crybaby.” “This is pathetic, what, did you forget how to talk?”

- If he came down and found you upset he’d turn around and not come see you for a couple days.

- Dale would be so nice about it. If anything he’d cry seeing you so upset that you just shut down.

- He’d cuddle you and play with your hair, trying to make you feel better.

- He would really wanna know what’s going on inside your head but understands you can’t talk about it right now.

- If you wouldn’t look at him he definitely, immediately is crying. He’d think you hate him and can’t stand to look at him…

- Maybe you’d have to comfort him by the end of it.

[obsessingonthevalley]

The Robot Revolution - Why Belinda Chandra ate?

I loved this episode, genuinely. Not, "I thought it was a good start to the season", or "It was better than the ones from last season". I enjoyed this episode front to back. I think the middle was a bit slow, but that's okay.

For starters, I love Belinda Chandra. Varada Sethu ate that role up completely and entirely.

This has been said to death, but she doesn't bootlick the Doctor, which is incredible and needed after Ruby. Though she had her moments, she was just kind of at 15's feet at every moment. Her comment of "timey-wimey", "What am I, 6?" It was so well-delivered and such a 180 from anything we've seen since, I'd say Donna or even Rory.

She reminds me of Rory and Martha. Obviously. I wasn't expecting to feel like how it felt when Rory (best companion) was on screen, and I did. I think this was done by the fact that Belinda doesn't care for any of this, which is very season 1 Rory (series 5), and by how she's in her 30s, much older than Ruby and most main companions we've seen since Russell's first run.

I like how her dynamic worked with the doctor. She just wants to be normal, which has been done over and over, I just think it's something fun if done right.

However, I have worries about the dynamic and Belinda herself as well.

The trailer for Lux, I feel like it made Belinda look rather interested in everything going on, which I feel is uncharacteristic of the 5 minutes of screentime we've had of her so far. Okay, I heard that one, but I also think it would undo a lot if this is the case.

I also worry she's set up to be really meaningful, and that may be a cool and exciting thing, or it could be her birth mother pointed at a signpost once. Y'know. I also worry that this could be a bit much to handle. I would like a mellow character, someone that not much is going for. The idea of a Donna-esque storyline sounds cool in theory, but when characters are just unmysterious people in their nature, it feels more real. Who really enjoyed Clara's first season arc? No-one? Yeah yeah. Oh, the mystery was fun, but the payoff was dumb. Yeah... yeah. And this time, it's Russell.

Overall, it was good.

I liked the episode; it was funny, and the plot was intriguing. I enjoyed the incel plotline, I think things of that nature are pretty substantial and relevant. Silly 50s-inspired robots were the move, as I feel like it gave a hint to the fact that they aren't meant to be against the Missbelindachandrakind and that they are also being taken advantage of or corrupted. The every 9th word, beautiful, it was incredible, I was enthralled counting on my hands as well, when it came back at the end. Just incredible.

However, I see the complaints about how the pacing felt a little off, and I have to agree, but I believe that's due to the shorter runtime, which they really can't do much with. But I do hope that gets better as time goes on.

Thats all, catch you the flippity-wippity.

[thecomet-and-themeteor]

I don't know how much sense this makes but I need a Langelique Cinderella AU, I think it'd work pretty well

[lesbiansforeddiediaz]

Where my Eddie meta differs from the popular fanon is I don't think all his problems are because he's gay and I don't think kissing a man would heal him or really benefit him much at all. (He is gay but that's not important right now)

[girlivealwaysbean]

can someone tell me how to keep going if your hardwork does pay off but you don't feel anything when you achieve your goal just relief and numb again

[enterstellars]

guys i cannot wait to move

[icewindandboringhorror]

It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...

[crehador]

parting thoughts on ragna crimson (first cour)

i think it was... the first episode? that i didn't really vibe with. felt like a decent enough fantasy, but unremarkable in just about every way

THEN A WEIRD GUY APPEAR

iirc it wasn't until the second week that we really met crimson, which is kind of a shame because imo the show doesn't really start to come together until then. i like ragna well enough, but it's really the combination of the two of them that compels me

always love a duo where they have the same goal, but drastically different personalities/values/modes of operation/etc

always extra love a duo that's like "team up with me, a dragon, to kill all dragons then once we've achieved our goal you'll kill me too"

(like vanoe but with dragons. i think. my memories of vnc are actually very hazy)

and always extra extra love when ayu gets to just do his thing, playing guys who are girls who are guys who are etc etc etc

it's certainly not the best of the season, and still overall fairly unremarkable imo, but also not really bad in any way. if there's one thing i find lackluster i guess it's that i feel like they don't lean enough into this... pseudo-past life thing that ragna has going on (with the powers and presumably memories of his 'older self' passed down to him)

like ragna is still more or less his 'normal' self in terms of personality, which is fine, he's got a fun enough personality, but if he had some like... old man tendencies mixed in there, or if we saw more of his memories with crimson maybe? i don't know, just feels like something more could have been done with that fusion of past and present (or rather future and present)

looking forward to the second cour but at the same time... hoping this series won't be too long lol

[titsthedamnseason]

the other really fun thing about listening to the first time readers talk about tog is that they love saying “this book is too predictable” and bookmarking that statement with multiple wildly incorrect (but admittedly VERY interesting) theories 😭

[yujisdreamgirl]

as the speakers blasted bass boosted music, you sit on the couch with a red cup in your hand, rationing the drink in it because you’re too afraid to go up to the bar alone.

it’s a bit crowded, your friends on the dance floor while you just watch other people rubbing up against each other. not an ideal way to spend your weekend when you have exams coming up but oh well, yolo.

you’re not much of a party person, well- you’ve tried to become one but it just didn’t work. not when it felt awkward to dance and everyone ignored you in conversations. you’ve never felt so unseen.

that was, until…

you felt the couch sink on your right side. you turn your head to see the one and only—“Most Popular” Playboy—Satoru Gojo.

you panic internally, why is he here?!

“hey,” you nod back in response to his greeting, visibly confused on why he’s talking to you—the girl he’s been basically in all of the same classes with since high school but has never uttered a word to?

“you here alone?” you hum in disagreement. he looks out to the crowd of dancers then back at you. “where are your friends?”

okay, now you’re really confused. why is he asking you all of these questions? is this a prank? “oh, uhm.. they’re on the dance floor.” he nods, then eyes your figure up and down.

“i like your ring, it’s from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ right?” your eyes light up, you definitely did not expect that. you stutter a bit before letting out a quiet mhm. he asked you to repeat it, and you just nodded. he smiles at you and suddenly you understand why every girl falls for— no, no. no you don’t. you’re not falling for this propaganda!!

“what other animes do you like?”

—

you step into the room upstairs, entering what looked and felt like being at an anime shop. blue walls, posters everywhere, displays of action figures in glass boxes… who knew this popular frat guy would be such a geek??

you spot various pieces of fiction, such as digimon, ghibli movies, 2000s romcoms, resident evil, and so much more!!!

“didn’t take you for a romcom guy.” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of his bed. “yeah, i don’t think anyone does.”

you hum then gasp at his displayed pokémon cards. “is that the pikachu illustrator?! how the hell did you acquire such a rare card??” he chuckles and explains how he got it, he’s rich obviously!

—

the night was long. the speakers still blare from downstairs, but you and gojo talked about the same interests for hours. this definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, ‘befriending’ the most popular guy in school history who also happens to be super similar to you??

in gojo’s eyes, he’s never met a girl like you. call him teruhashi from saiki k because everyone is all over him. he’s never even had a relationship or involved himself in hookups despite being known as a ‘playboy.’ but tonight.. tonight seemed genuine—like you’re not just another person who’s trying to get in his pants.

it can be tiring. despite there being people who would kill to be him, all he wants is someone he can settle down with for life. someone who’s not there for the money or the popularity, but for him. and that’s exactly how he feels about you. 4 hour conversations about films and niche interests? yes please.

his fantasy was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone—of course it was your friends. why did you have to leave the party just because they want to?

“i have to go, it was great talking to you though!” he grips the sheets as you smile, god you were adorable. he waves goodbye, sinking into the sheets as you closed the door behind you.

he’s definitely gonna search for you on campus tomorrow.

͙͘͡★ divider by @cafekitsune 🍡

[autism-corner]

i dont want to lose weight bc what if a pretty boy needs to cling to my arm or sit on my lap?? then where would they go?

[eraserbread]

it's just one of those things... nanami likes you close.

but, your husband is actually a very sane individual and decides its best not to keep you leashed down. however, it didn't make it easier when you brought up the idea of visiting your family during the spring.

nanami loves your family, but he loves them in his way. he loves them from far, far away—perhaps not even a phone call away, just a yearly birthday card kind of closeness. It's not an energy he wishes to be around.

but, he wants whatever makes you happy, so he lets you go for a week.

a grueling, seven-day week. one filled with work, overtime, stress and anger, all to an empty house to crawl back to. it's okay -- its all he can tell himself as he tucks into bed lonely as hell.

he wills himself to sleep, begging his mind to leave you alone. let you have your space without his voice in your ear. he thinks you want this -- this... disgusting silence.

little did he know, you were five cities away waiting by the phone.

just waiting. hoping at least a good night text would fall your way. you know he's up thinking about you. he has to be.

so, when you get home a week later. you're pissed and touch starved and nanami starved. you had a mind to let him have it, to spew everything you've been pining over while he's been too busy to text or call.

it also doesn't help that you got home four hours before him, having time to cool down and shower off. a part of you wants to call him -- perhaps he's getting drinks or dinner with a friend, but if he didn't contact you for a week, you'd be sure not to contact him. its the only way you know how to teach him.

he arrives home when you're wrapped in your pajamas, glass of wine in your hand, and waiting for this exact moment.

"welcome home, my beautiful wife."

he begins, and it brings a small smile to your face. it's already seeming like he's redeeming himself. "you know I love you."

"really? i don't know... just thought i'd see it more when we're apart," you mumble, chewing on your lip over the rim of your glass. you can't see nanami's expression, but you can feel the quirk in his brow - the tightness in the corner of his lips.

"well, don't be vague. you're mad at me." he knows, yet he's still so calm. you refuse to glance back at him, even when he's taking off his shoes and pulling off his tie. it's something you'd usually help him with. this time, you help yourself to your wine.

"look, a week apart did us both a world of good, I promise you."

"yeah? would your hand agree with you, there?"

he laughs. "not everything's about sex, dear. I'm capable of holding out for a week." another wordless sip of your wine, and he's approaching you. "but, just because I can, doesn't mean I want to go into day eight without it."

it takes every fiber of your soul to say, "'m sorry, nanami. i'm just not in the mood tonight."

if you didn't know him so well, you wouldn't have caught the slight twitch in his brow at the news. however, he takes it well with a small smile on his face. "of course. i'll be in my office."

you sip your wine, cursing him internally for his politeness. he could have anything he wanted from you if he just said it. but, he never will. if its your will to go to bed without giving yourself to him, then so be it. he won't beg at your feet like a child.

but... what if you wanted him to?

you're not keeping track of time anymore, but you feel renewed with a headful of wine and time spent with nothing but thoughts of him. it's genuinely unnerving to you just how in love you are. nanami is so gentle, strong, beautiful and polite. it fucking makes your head spin.

then, you feel like a monster..

the feeling wills one foot in front of the other, all the way to his office door. it's not closed, just cracked. golden desk lamp lighting spills out into the hall in rectangular designs. you find yourself fixating on it in your drunkenness.

the door squeaks as you push it open, and you peek inside to see where he was amongst the organized chaos of books and work papers.

"ken?"

surprisingly, he's not staring right back at you. he's face down over his desk, resting so that you can't see his face—only the back of his head and all his disheveled blonde hair.

when you approach, he stays completely still. worry begins brewing in your chest.

"you know you can come to bed..." you whisper, leaning against the side of his desk. his pretty eyes flutter open at the softness of your voice and touch, quirking a smile.

"didn't think i could lay next to you and keep my hands to myself." he sits up into your hand, shivering as you massage over his scalp. he's like a little orange kitten, nudging your hand with sleepy eyes.

"don't you dare go ghost on me for a week ever again. do you know how obsessed I am with you?"

"i can guess." he chuckles softly, swallowing something down as he looks up at you. "I'm so sorry. just figured you would want your time to yourself."

"that doesn't mean you can't text me."

"then, i'm throwing my hands up and taking my wrongs." there he goes again, not even so much as debating his reasoning; he just wants you. if being the bad guy means he can lay down his gorgeous, tipsy wife, he'll be the worst person in the world.

there's newfound speed behind his actions as he spins his chair around, reaching out to grab you by the hips. it's so fluid and familiar, but it gets your pulse racing, the beat between your thighs mimicking the rhythm of his heart. he's so close to everything -- to you, to all of it.

he kisses your tummy where the hem of your shirt kisses the waistband of your shorts. he's breathing you in, memorizing the sound of you, it seems. your hands find the back of his neck, thumbing circles into the fuzz, there. it's a moment he'd never speak about again, but the ones you cherish the most. he just holds you. like, it's been over five minutes now...

"i'm sorry. i love you so much."

he nods into your stomach, kissing the ticklish sliver of bare skin there. you're dewy with the after-breath of him, but you love the warmth. you want him back when he pulls away.

"i love you." he nods, giving you those eyes when he looks up at you. your heart fucking pummels and rushes through your body, nearly bringing tears to your eyes -- he's so beautiful. "and I love this fabric on you."

"please. please take it off, kento. i love you so fucking... so fucking much." you're breathless already, and all he's done is kiss you. it's a little embarrassing, but neither of you care. tomorrow morning when he kisses you awake, you'll shrug off your demeanor on the alcohol but you weren't that drunk. you just missed him.

"take it off, please. take it off..."

"huh?"

"please, don't fucking tease me i'm so horny right now. nanami kento, i love you so much, please."

"wow, girl." he trails his lips to your waistband, taking it between his teeth shortly. "are you begging for it?"

"fuck my pride, i don't have it with you anymore." you gasp, tightening your fist in his hair to lead him just... down. of course, he's too fucking strong. he doesn't budge. "kentooo-"

he stares up with wide eyes for just a second longer before giving in. he mumbles, "all right, all right." just before yanking your shorts and taking you apart. he drives his chair forward as he slides open your cunt on two fingers, showing you his tongue and diving in. he's done this hundreds of times, but you'll never be used to the feeling.

he knows every inch of your body - how you vibrate when he flicks your clit that one way or dips his tongue the other. he has your orgasm down to a science, but he still takes his time massaging around your labia, kissing the crook between your thighs.

you were already so close, you cuss. "fuck - what ar- what are you doing?!"

"if you would just have some patience," he responds vaguely, holding your thigh and kissing across the inside. with rushing breaths, you try to calm down, swallowing as you watch him. "you were about to finish, I could tell."

"so, you stopped?"

"i know you've been drinking... so you won't last past this round." of course, only he would know that and actually apply logic to it. it hits you dumbfounded. "I'm selfish. just wanted you to cum when I'm inside a'you."

there's absolutely nothing you can say to translate your thoughts, all you can do is breathe out a shaky moan. you were so fucked off of his tongue, right now.

"desk? bedroom? hm?"

or

you want me to fuck you on my desk or in our bed?

bed sounds better, that way you can pass out immediately afterwards. your mind swims thinking about being back in his arms tonight.

it seems you said that out loud, because he gives you a small smile, then carries you all the way to your bedroom.

he fucks you slow and deep tonight, letting you rest on your back as he held your legs over his waist. you're mewling in reaction, biting down on the inside of your wrist to keep the embarrassment at bay. nanami's being so devious, fucking you like this. he knows it'd take you longer to cum, but he wants that.

he wanted to savor this. you. all of it. all he can do as he stares down at you is admire. he loves the way your breasts rise and fall with each shaky breath. he loves the way your neck dips every time he hits that spot or touches you there.

inside of your warmth is home for him. he just loves you so fucking much that you're the only thing on his mind when he cums alongside you.

he even thinks his left eye drops a tear when he collapses in bed with you. though, he'd never, ever admit it.

then, he kisses the top of your head as you drift away into spinning dreams and whispers:

"god, what did i ever do before you?"