#or am I just looking in the wrong direction

[hhughes]

𐔌 　 ⁺　 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𓂃۶ৎ

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 , after some comments were made by quinn's brothers, you get a little insecure in your relationship and he has to reassure you

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. luke!bsf x quinn hughes. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. teasing. flirting. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. I love writing quinn so much😭 this is a repost that’s slightly edited if it looks a little familiar to you. one of my favs things ive ever written to this day so thanks again to the anon who requested it! <333

you and quinn had been dating a few months now. sneaking around behind everyone's backs including luke. your best friend and quinn's youngest brother.

the four of you were sitting in the living room at the lake house, watching some movie. jack and luke were chirping quinn about some actress that he used to have a crush on. going on and on about how he had a thing for older women because he was such a mommas boy.

you laughed along at first, always finding it so endearing to watch the brothers bicker back and forth. even though you've been around to witness it for quite a few years now...it never got old. your smile quickly faded when jack started making comments about how all quinn's relationships with younger women has failed, and that he should go for someone older this time, cause it doesn't seem like the younger girls can handle him.

you know you shouldn't let these comments bother you. it wasn't that serious and it wasn't directed towards you, but it was one of your, if not the biggest insecurity you had when it came to your relationship with quinn. being four years younger than him. not being enough to keep him interested. these comments from two people who probably knew him the best, didn't do anything to reassure you.

"I'll be right back," you whisper, avoiding quinn's eyes as you make your way to the bathroom.

a few minutes later there's a soft knock on the door and quinn enters, when you answer, shutting the door behind him and coming over to where you're standing in front of the sink. he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder softly.

"what's wrong sweetheart?" he asks you softly, brushing the hair out of your face as he holds you tight. the time he’s had to spent close to you but not allowed to touch you, having taken its toll on him.

"nothing," you mumble and he puts his hands on your hips, spinning you around to face him and pushing you against the counter.

"don't lie to me. I know you well enough to know everything's not okay and even if I didnt this pout is enough to tell me there's something wrong." quinn says, rubbing circles on your hip and tracing your lips with the thumb of his other hand.

"do you think I'm too young for you?" the words fly out before you can stop them and quinn sighs, knowing his brother's comments was the cause of this.

"age is just a number baby," quinn says teasingly, kissing your lips softly and you sigh.

"quinn I'm being serious," you retort, grabbing both of his hands and holding them in yours, the way they were caressing you becoming a little too distracting.

"so am I. I don't care if you're four years younger or four years older or if you were born the exact same day I was. It doesn't change the fact that you're perfect for me. you know how jack is, especially if he's been drinking, he can't keep his mouth shut. if there's an opportunity to chirp me about something, he’s gonna take it. if they knew that we were together, he would be more careful about making remarks like that. you know both of them adore you and would never say anything to hurt you on purpose" quinn says and you bite the inside of your cheek, knowing he was right.

“and besides, those relationships didn’t work out because they just weren’t the right girl for me baby. not because they were younger. they just weren’t you” he says softly, pressing yet another kiss to your collarbone.

"i’m not ready to tell luke yet." you say and quinn nods, expecting that response from you.

"the longer we wait, the worse it's gonna be." quinn replies and you look down, not wanting to argue about this. again.

quinn sighs softly before taking his hand out of yours and cupping your face between his palms, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"god it's torture seeing you all day and not being able to touch you. kiss you." he says wrapping his arms around your waist and just hugging you for a few minutes. you smile a bit, thinking that this is exactly why he was nicknamed "huggy bear". your guy loves hugging.

"I'll sneak into your room tonight. if you think a young girl like me can handle you," you quip and quinn chuckles, knowing you're not gonna let that go for a while.

"I think you can handle me just fine baby" quinn smirks, slapping your ass as you walk past him, and out the door.

𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. thank you for reading and feel free to drop by the inbox and share any and all thoughts <333

[krazycat6167]

Say No

(written for @keferon’s Apocalyptic Ponyo AU. A bit of Jazz and Prowl set after most of the events of the au. Enjoy!)

-.-.-.-

Prowl watches from the sidelines as Jazz goes through yet another interview. He can’t shake the feeling that there is something off with Jazz. That there is something that isn’t right. 

Oh sure, Jazz looks happy, but Prowl doesn’t trust it. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t trust it though, so he’s scrutinizing Jazz and his behavior to try and figure it out. 

The other orca mer is smiling, talking as animated as he usually does (though notably trying to be polite by staying in one general area), using his hands as he speaks. Those are normal Jazz things to do, even if he seems a bit…more Jazz-y? He’s using a bit more inflection, slightly more exaggerated movements, a smidge extra charm behind the smile. The effect is entertaining, sure, but-.

But…he is…being entertaining. He is here, in an interview, answering questions both benign and personal, and he is putting on a show. 

Prowl’s gaze flicks around the room. Multiple cameras, stage lights, a dazzled audience. 

The interviewer, masterfully directing Jazz through the narrative with light and heavy topics and making sure to end on a high note. 

Jazz, big movements, big personality, put on display like a thing to be marveled at. 

A large grin that had been bothering Prowl the whole time because it is wrong. And now he knows it’s because it is fake. 

When the interview ends and Jazz swims offstage, Prowl takes his arm and leads him away. Away from the crowds, the lights, the cameras. Just away. From everything. Anyone who even thinks of approaching the two as they leave take one look at Prowl's hard expression and become too scared to even try. 

“While I enjoy swimming with you,” Jazz says when they are properly away from everyone, “is there a reason we left so quick?”

“You were uncomfortable.” Prowl answers. 

“Is that so?” Jazz says, amused. 

Prowl stops and turns to Jazz, stopping the other mer cold with a hard stare. “Yes, you were. You were putting on a show like it was still an obligation you owed for living somewhere when in reality you don’t owe anyone anything of yourself that you don’t want to give.”

The fact that Jazz looks shocked by this makes Prowl’s heart clench painfully. 

Prowl takes both of Jazz’s large hands in his. “I’m sorry,” he says while giving his hands a reassuring squeeze, “that I didn’t see it sooner. You did so many interviews and I didn’t see how similar they were to that tank until now.”

“Wha- hey, no,” Jazz brings their hands closer to his chest. “don’t apologize for this when it wasn’t even your fault. They asked to hear my story and-“

“And you could’ve told them no.” Prowl interrupts. “You don’t have to do these things anymore. You can say no. You can leave off you want. You aren’t confined to a small space anymore with no escape and no privacy. You can say no.”

“I- I can say no.” Jazz whispers like it’s revelation straight from the vents below. “I can leave.”

“You don’t have to do things you don’t want.”

Jazz floats there, clutching Prowls hands to his chest like they’re a lifeline, as his gaze drifts down in thought. “What I want…”

Slowly, Jazz looks up at Prowl. “I want you to show me that Crystal Reef you were talking about.”

Prowl smiles. “This way then.”

-.-.-.-

Two of the things Jazz loves about Mer society are the pouches that he can carry stuff—his stuff—in and the phones. After years of seeing humans use them (filming him, taking pictures of him), he now has one of his very own. An underwater phone, a fish phone, a fone (“It’s funny Prowler, trust me.”). It’s awesome!

Not very awesome right this second though. 

It’s vibrating, meaning someone is calling him. The screen only shows a frequency instead of a name, meaning it’s someone he doesn’t know. 

He sees Prowl look at him curiously from where he’s been sunbathing next to him as Jazz answers.

“Hello?”

“Hello! I am Undertow, a reporter with The Tuning Trident. Is this Jazz?”

Jazz sits up. “Yeah, I’m Jazz.”

“Excellent!” Undertow says, chipper. “We have been working on an article covering your story and the trials you went through. We here at The Tuning Trident are dedicated to bringing our readers the most accurate information that we can provide and we were wondering if you could come over sometime within the next few days to answer a few questions we have about your experience.”

Jazz freezes. He…doesn’t really want to talk about it with reporters anymore. He’ll just have to politely turn them down. 

Jazz opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. His throat is suddenly dry. He swallows his trepidation and tries again. “Uh…”

Is that it? Is that all he can bring himself to say that isn’t a fake and enthusiastic agreement?

The reporter on the phone starts talking again. “Of course, if coming in is an inconvenience, we can have a small team come to you to conduct the interview. We are very flexible here, so whatever may be best for you, we can certainly work with!”

That was even worse! He didn’t want nosy strangers coming to his favorite spots!

But he still can’t say no. 

His gaze flicks to Prowl, desperately and silently pleading for help. 

Prowl sits up and holds his hand open to Jazz. Jazz gives him the phone. 

“I regret to inform you,” Prowl says with no regret or remorse, “that Jazz won’t be doing any interviews for the time being.”

“It’ll just be a quick thing.” Undertow promises in a small tinny voice that Jazz can still hear. “Only a couple of questions to clarify a few facts.”

“No.”

“I- but- who is this? Who are you to speak for Jazz?”

“His manager.” Prowl's tone turns cold. “He is not available for an interview at this time.”

“Why not?”

“Jazz has his reasons and he doesn’t owe them to you. Good day.”

“Wait, if you could just tell us-“

“No.” Prowl hangs up. “The nerve of some Mer, it’s like they forgot that you're an apex- urk!”

Jazz hugs him, eyes shut tight, tucking his head into Prowl’s shoulder, and squeezes. “Thank you.” He whispers, voice wobbly. 

Prowl returns the hug, using one hand to cradle Jazz’s head. “Of course. You deserve some peace.”

“I tried.” Jazz says to Prowl’s shoulder. “I wanted to say no. I tried but I couldn’t. I couldn’t get that one word out and I tried.”

“I know.” Prowl pats Jazz’s head through his beanie. “It’s okay. You keep trying. And until you are able, I can say no for you whenever you need.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

[shikaizer]

HICKEY HEADCANON

ᯓ. How will the WBB players react to your fake hickey prank .

warning : suggestive

PAIGE BUECKERS

| you set the phone down and recorded hitting the red button. "hello everyone, its your girl here! today paige is going to tell a storytime on how we became a couple" you put your tounge out and she laughed. "well when we were in highschool i was already fucking inlove with her a..." as she continued to speak, you flip your hair aside purposely exposing your neck. but she just kept on yapping and yapping.

It didnt take her long to notice when you responded to what she said making her focus on you and once she noticed that red spot on your neck, she frowned.

"what is this?" she held your chin gently and turned your head giving her a clear view on your neck. "huh i dont know." you uttured and looked back at the camera talking again, but when you saw her look on the screen your smile faded.

"babe im asking" she frowned more and grabbed the camera putting it down to remove it from your attention earning a laugh from you.

"its fake babe chill" you rubbed your neck the red spot fading. she rolled her eyes and nudged your shoulder walking away.

CAITLIN CLARK

| you are currently on live while eating some cookies, just chilling reading the chat. while caitlin was in the bathroom taking a shower.

cait_4ever : BROO where is caitlin 😭🙏🏻

sleep_head : girl your glowing

yanina_tt : ✂️✂️✂️

viene_ys : can you beat caitlin in basketball

kaii_zer : you do the hickey prank on caitlin

one chat caught your attention and you smirked "hickey prank? i saw that on tiktok, should i do that?" you took a last bite of your cookie and looked at the bathrooms direction that fall of water being heard.

shul_yum : OMG YES PLEASE

piroyo_yo : PISSED CAITLIN? WHERE SO DOWN

vianne_ni : goodluck with your legs maam

shiva_le : YES DO IT

you laughed and rolled your eyes, you took your lipstick that you barely use and focuses on your neck smudging some few, finishing up you looked at yourself looking like you just had the most vulgar make out ever.

the bathroom door opened and you jumped putting the lipstick under your pillow and moved your hair to cover your neck. "shes here ya'll" you cooed and caitlin walked over to you fresh out the shower, she looked so hot hair wet and she was wearing a t shirt and a loose jogging pants.

"look so hot babe" you moaned and she chuckled pinching your cheeks. "oh am i?" you nodded purring "your not the only one who thinks so." she shrugged pointing at the chat whos literally going crazy making you frown.

"okay chat, back off shes mine." you growled and caitlin plopped her self next you getting comfy. she kissed your cheeks and you looked deeply at her eyes. "are you flirting with me right now?" you asked eyebrows raising "well what made you thin-" she cut her self off when her eyes shifted on your neck

"did i do that?" she asked touching your neck and you stayed quiet looking at the screen "theres no way i did that." she muttured under her breath and she looked over to you "hey?" you tried holding your laugh and she finally bought her fingers rubbing on your neck, when it smudged you quickly hid your face laughing as she smirked "oh? pulling a stunt on me huh" she shaked her head getting on top of you, her fingers tickling your waist making you die out if laughter.

KK ARNOLD

| your girlfriend is currently live at your living room, she was loud as hell but your not bothered by it, your actually excited because you have planned on her fans on your channel in instagram that your going to pull a hickey prank on her, which her fans are also excited at. you knew they wont snitch.

you made your way outside the living room to be met by kk's gaze and she squirmed "girlfriends here guys!" you sat on her lap and she kissed your cheeks, she leaned down on the chat and she furrowed her eyebrows "why are you guys calling my girlfriend mommy whats wrong with you?" you laughed and lightly smacked her shoulders, it was harder for her to notice the redness in your neck because she cant stop yapping. it had gotten to the point where a viewer had to point it out because she was a dumbass. "girll whats that on your girlfriends neck, did you do that?" she read out loud and furrowed her eyebrows "come on guys everyone does that, and its not that worse.." she rolled her eyes and looked over at your neck to be met with a shocked expression "i didn't do that." she looked over at you with a devasted expression brows furrowed and you tried to hold your laugh looking straight at the camera.

"babe?" she called out again and thats when you ended up laughing covering your mouth. "i knew it! i mean you could tell that its fake dumbass." she states rolling her eyes acting like she wasn't convinced on the fake hickey.

she pinned you down on the couch and roughly bit your neck making you squirm loudly.

NIKA MUHL

| you are currently seated at nikas lap, caressing her hair while talking to your friends. what she doesn't know is the four of you have decided to prank her by smudging some fake hickeys on your neck. because they wanted to prove that she was really possesive which she would always deny and would get annoyed when mentioned.

paige looked over at you and winked making you smirk, you moved your hair to the side and listened to your friends talk, then nikas hand caught you chin making you look at her.

"whats that in your neck? i didn't do that." she whispered to you and you turned your head ignoring her looking at your friends again. she whispered again not wanting to bring any attention to anyone "hey look at me." she said firm voice and you continued laughing at when your friend is saying.

she frowned at your behaviour and gently grabbed your chin again making you look at her. "what the fuck was that?" she whispered annoyed and paige spoke up "ya'll whats up with you two?" you shrugged but you had a big smirk on your face.

"thats a pretty wild hickey you have there huh" kk pointed at your neck and giggled "because she has a wild nila" aubrey added and you giggled. but nika is not fazed at all having the most serious face. "thats not even mine, i dont know whos fucking lips is that" she scowled crossing her arms as she glared at you.

everyone bursted out laughing and she was madly confused, "its fucking fake dude your a wimp!" paige shouted and you tried not to laugh since your ass is getting scared at the way nika is glaring up at you, she gave you that look 'just wait till we get home look' and oh boy you dont know if this prank was worth it.

a/n : might make another part containing other players 👆🏻

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

"I doubt anyone would think ignoring a sibling for two years would be a great idea of a joke", out of my personal experience and, sadly, a lot of others: people can be bullied for years, through all of their school time, by the whole class, for no reason other than "he/she looks funny or acts out when upset". Especially when adults do nothing.

And sibling abuse is not a popular topic, when I really think it should be, because the stories I keep hearing from people with siblings are borderline nightmare themes.

And, just like with Star Wars EU, books are canon until proven otherwise. And the book is pretty much consistent, even if the tiny details (like Anna's horse name) were changed later. Yes, the creators said nothing (even short films!) is canon but what we see in "Frozen" and "Frozen 2", so maybe it will be changed and in "Frozen 3" and "Frozen 4" we will see Hans' family as a bunch of sweet little angels who were cursed by one black sheep (I am pretty sure they will do it and I dread the time) by no fault of their own, but right now, the characters and events from the books are pretty consistent and tie to each other. For example:

1. In "Polar Nights", there is a picture of Hans in Oaken's shop in "Famous guests" section. Why? Because he was there when looking for Anna in "A Frozen Heart".

2. Mari and king Jonas appear both in comic books and in "Polar Nights".

3. Other kings and queens appears in a lot of EU sources and their appearance is usually pretty consiatent

4. Lars (Hans' only decent brother) and Helga appeared both in "A Frozen Heart" and in "All is Found", which was published way later.

More on Hans' brothers - their characteristics of being "mean" are repeated not only in a movie, but also in books (Anna says that maybe they are not evil, but still like to make fun of her fatal engagement, which in their circumstances says a lot) and in a musical. Byt the only direct picture we have is in "A Frozen Heart", so I am taking it as canon until proven otherwise. And also, let's remember about this one bit:

Hans is still in the wrong, but him being bullied purely out of joy of having a scapegoat - totally possible.

Hans and his family

So this is me defending the character of Hans once again. Sort of. His desperate actions aren’t justified. Really I’m just humanizing him. 

Gifs 1 and 2 Obviously his brothers are kind of jerks and he’s the runt of the family

Gif 3 I think we can all agree with Anna’s face that no matter how badly Hans turned out it’s a pretty mean thing to ignore your sibling to that extent

Gif 6 From the moment I saw this clip I began to think about how his brothers would react. Brothers beating on each other is common in families but he has 12 brothers and is the runt of the family. That’s a pretty unfair advantage

Gif 5 Look at his unsure face when Anna offers to have his brothers live with them. He clearly doesn’t like the idea. 

Gif 4 Clearly Hans would have jumped at any chance to get out of the Southern Isles and away from his family. 

I think that should say something about how far he was willing to go. I also think it kind of progressed as the movie went along.

At first Hans didn’t know who Anna was but was concerned and not a jerk about it

That smile on his face makes him look hopeful. He finally found an opening where he can escape his life in the Southern Isles. 

Here’s one of Hans’s scarier moments when he realizes that his new position can be taken away and uses his new power to initiate a threat and the Duke immediately backs off. Something tells me growing up with 12 brothers, no one would really back down when he would stand up for himself. 

Then right here. There really wasn’t anything he could do here so he could have let this guy kill Elsa and there still wouldn’t be any blame on him. This way works too but afterwards he imprisons her rather than kills her. Yes he needed her to bring back summer but later he says that he’ll kill Elsa in order to bring summer back. 

So this is where I think it all goes downhill:

This is the opening he’s always wanted and it is so close

Finally there’s the thing with Anna and Elsa

I’m not saying he’s sincere in this but I think he does understand how she feels and could possibly hopes to find a kindred spirit in her regarding their relationships with their siblings. 

As seen here:

But:

Anna still continues to have faith in her sister. After all the years of rejected snowman making she still continues to trust and love her sister. I think that makes Hans lose faith in finding someone to relate to in Anna. 

And then:

This is the reconciliation of the Arendelle family. Despite how long Elsa had ignored Anna they forgive each other because they know life is too short to miss out on each other. 

Hans didn’t get that reconciliation with his brothers and probably never will. Mostly because he wasn’t interested in trying in the first place. He held on to that pain and anger and that’s what drove him to being the bad guy. 

The whole movie is based on sibling relationships and the power of family. So if familial true love was the solution to the movie why can’t it be the reason for the villain as well?

[cosmerelists]

PowerPoint Party in the Cosmere

A PowerPoint Party is where you and some friends give PowerPoint presentations, usually on some sort of silly topic. If Cosmere characters were participating in such an activity, here is how I think it would go!

1. Vin

Vin: Hello and welcome. My presentation is entitled, "Inappropriate Places that Elend Has Read Books." Elend: I-Inappropriate?! Vin: Slide 1: "Literally while we were dancing." Elend: Ah...

2. Adolin

Adolin: I am going to rank all of my swords from best to worst! Shallan: [Raises her hand] Let me guess. Maya is #1 and every other sword is tied at #2? Adolin: S-Stop spoiling my presentation!!

3. Vivenna

Vivenna: Hello everyone, and welcome to "Ranking Worldhopper Aliases, from 'Azure' to 'Thaidakar.'" Vivenna: We'll be starting from the best! Vivenna: Slide 1: "Azure: Classy, Home-Planet-Related, and Cool-Sounding." Kelsier: If that's the top, then-- Kelsier: What's wrong with Thaidakar???

4. Shallan

Shallan: My presentation is called "Tall People Are An Oppressive Class." Shallan: Subtitled: "Those Long-Legged Bastards." Kaladin: I BARELY left you behind in the chasms! Shallan: [Making direct eye contact with Kaladin] Slide 1: "Being Left Behind in the Chasms" Kaladin: HEY

5. Khriss

Khriss: My name is Khriss. I have spent a very long time studying investiture all across the Cosmere. Khriss: Therefore I present to you: "Who Would Win in a 1-v-1 Fighting Tournament Where Each Type of Investiture Is Represented By An Individual At The Height Of Their Power" Khriss: Fight #1: Awakening vs. Stormlight: Vasher vs. Kaladin Kaladin: D-Did the tension in the room just ramp way up?? Vasher: Eh.

6. Lopen

Lopen: Friends, welcome to "101 One-Armed Herdazian Jokes That Are Mostly (H)armless!" Lopen: And that one doesn't count, ha ha! Skar (Whispering in tones of faint horror): S-Slide 1 of 102?!

7. Steris

Steris: Greetings, everyone. My name is Steris. I am a disaster specialist, and therefore, I am well qualified to give this presentation. Steris: "Who Should You Cannibalize First In a Disaster-Type Situation: A Thorough Consideration With Examples." Wax: S-Steris??? Steris: [faint smile]

8. Sigizl

Sigzil: Slide #1: "A Deep Dive Into Penal Code 117a, Paragraph 5." Audience: [eyes glazing over] Sigzil: Slide #2: "Just Kidding! We're going to look at the data I collected on Kaladin back when he was a baby Radiant." Audience: [cheering] Sigzil: Yup. I'm pretty good at presentations.

9. Charlie

Charlie: Hey, guys. I'm going to be presenting on something I've given a LOT of thought to in the past couple of years. Charlie: Namely: "The Best And Worst Animals You Could Be Cursed To Live As By An Evil Witch" Charlie: Subtitle: "Especially If You Are Trying to Help Your Pirate Captain Girlfriend Navigate Dangerous Waters." Charlie: Slide 1: "The Worst of the Worst: A Really Delicious-Looking Seagull." Charlie: ... Charlie: Yeah...I genuinely have nightmares about this one, you know.

10. Yumi

Yumi: I will be presenting on "The Stackability of Objects You Might Not Think Are Stackable" Yumi: Slide 1: Babies. Yumi: It is unethical to stack babies, of course, but after experimenting with baby dolls, I have concluded that the chubbier babies are, the more eminently stackable they are. I believe that--if it were ethical, which it is not--I could likely build a Baby Tower that was at least a dozen babies tall. Akane: I am SO engaged.

[rayyanishere1]

"Studying? Yeah, Totally."

A Short FiddleStan Oneshot

(Part of the Loser Ford AU, but isn't relevant to the lore whatsoever lmao)

One night, Ford announced that he'd be at the library for a couple of hours.

"Knock yourself out, Sixer."

Once he left, Stan and Fiddleford looked at each other.

"Wanna..?"

"You don't even have to ask."

Stan led Fiddleford to the couch with only one motive in mind.

Forcing him to watch trashy television! They spent good money on that TV, and by God, they were gonna use it.

"Ladies and Gents, welcome back to 'Your Guess Could Be Royally Wrong!' The show where you don't win prizes, but you don't get punished, either. I'm your host, Zain Squalus—"

Ah, yes, gameshows. The peak of entertainment.

"Is this really what you wanna watch?"

"It's either this, weird chick dramas, or the news."

Welp, can't argue with that.

Fiddleford tried many times to make a move; pretending to yawn to wrap his arm around Stan's shoulder, not very subtly inching his hand towards Stan's thigh. Hell, he tried to go in for a kiss at least 3 times!

Without fail, something would make Stan dodge his advances. Oh, he suddenly has to shift a little in the opposite direction to grab something, oh, something shocking happened and he needed his whole body to react to it.

Seems fate was planning on cockblocking Fiddleford today. Not cool, man. Not cool.

During a commercial break, Stan left to get some snacks. That gave Fiddleford some time to think.

It was obvious that subtlety was getting him absolutely nowhere. He just had to be a little more direct, right? Yeah, that's definitely it.

Stan returned with a bowl of chips and sat back down. Now was time for Fiddleford's master plan.

He used every tactic he knew all at once. Wrapping an arm around Stan's shoulder, leaning in closer. Maybe he should also try getting Stan's mind off of this weird gameshow he was so invested in...

"You know, Stanley, we're home alone."

"I would hope so, yeah."

"And we aren't doing anything."

"Yes, we are! We're watching Your Guess Could Be Royally Wrong, the totally original gameshow based in Oregon."

"I just thought that, with Stanford gone, we'd be doing something else."

"...I don't follow."

That's Stan Pines for you, folks. The dumbest genius on Earth.

"Stanley..."

Fiddleford didn't know if he wanted to laugh, cry, or scream. Instead, he decided that his plan of being direct was the right way to go.

"Stanley Pines."

"That's my name. Am I in trouble?"

"You're going to be if you don't kiss me right now."

"Haha, what?"

∆∆∆

The TV buzzed on in the background as they practically devoured each other's faces.

"Fidds, if you were this—hah—pent up, you could've just told me.."

"I tried to! For an entire hour!"

"Wait, really?"

"Lord, yes! I suppose something was keeping you from noticing."

"Uh huh.."

Deeming the couch to be too uncomfortable, Fiddleford took it upon himself to bring them somewhere more suitable for their.. Activity.

He picked Stan up like he weighed nothing and carried him to the bedroom.

Many kisses later, the two were shirtless and all over each other. It was like they were trying to fit multiple days worth of making out into one session. To be fair, though, it wasn't often that they had alone time like this.

Stan pulled away for a moment, much to Fiddleford's dismay.

"Ford's been out later than usual. He could come back any minute..."

Just as he said that, they heard the front door open.

Oh, God.

They rushed to put something on, not bothering to check what they had grabbed. If Ford saw them like this, in their shared space, Lord knows they'd never hear the end of it.

"Wait, are you wearing my—"

Too late to change now!

A few lazy knocks came from the door before Ford went in. He didn't even look at them, he just dropped his bag on the floor and flopped face first onto his bed.

Stan sighed in relief. It was a good thing that Ford was so tir—

"Wait."

The couple tensed up, expecting to get berated for their "inappropriate behaviour." Instead, Ford just took his glasses off and put them on his side table before promptly passing back out.

That was close...

[tgmsunmontue]

Tracing poetry with your lips - 11/? - Hangster

One juvenile kissing game and two juvenile idiots both convinced they can win the game. (Explicit). Idea from @iprefervillains

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

PART ELEVEN

                “Don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t want to have to chase after you…”

                Jake huffs, but he can’t even argue the point. Still feels like an idiot, an exposed vulnerable idiot who is failing at keeping his cards close to his chest. But if Bradley is going to start the ball rolling he’ll take the out.

                “Spit it out…”

                Bradley shifts, slides closer in the water, like he’s legitimately worried about Jake getting out of the hot tub and making a run for it, despite the fact that he’s naked and he has no transport.

                “Where did you go? I mean, what made you think… you just… fuck. I can’t…” Bradley mutters, clearly can’t find the words to say whatever it is he’s trying to say. He has moved into Jake’s lap though, a direct copy of their position from earlier but this is all about just being close and he kisses Bradley again, can taste the salt of his sweat from where it’s gathered in his moustache and he takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly.

                “Good things don’t…” he sniffs and shrugs, licks his lips and rolls his shoulders, a sense of discomfit washing over him, not used to talking about it, even if Javy’s mom has dragged it out of him on more than one occasion, usually over several glasses of wine. “Good things don’t often happen to me.”

                “Am I a good thing?”

                Jake bites back the immediate snarky reply, swallows against the churning in his gut.

                “You… you might be the best thing…”

                “Jesus Jake…”

                “I… I didn’t think you’d say yes,” Jake admits quietly, because admitting that feels… weak. He doesn’t usually let people know he feels self-doubt. Bradley gives a sharp huff of what he assumes is amusement and he can’t help but be annoyed be it. By him. “What?” he snaps, letting his annoyance bleed through.

                “You’re your own worst enemy…” Jake makes a half-hearted effort to shove Bradley off his lap, but he’s holding fast, fingers curled tight around the edge of the hot tub, eyes watching Jake intently. “I mean it Jake. You have to at least try to not assume the worst. And… I know I said I didn’t want to. But I still would.”

                “What?”

                “Just… if you run I am going to chase you. Know that.” Bradley is staring at him intently, clearly trying to drive his point home and Jake nods, accepts his statement as fact, whispers okay under his breath and lets Bradley brush a soft kiss on his forehead. “I mean, I’d put money on me saying something stupid but maybe just… please try not to assume the worst?”

                “Just assume you’re stupid?”

                “Yeah. Safer bet.”

                He huffs. “Okay. I’ll try.” Seems like the least he can do.

                “But also, why didn’t you think I’d say yes? We’ve been…”

                “Fucking. Yeah. But that’s… Didn’t think you’d want…” he waves a hand the small space between them and Bradley raises an eyebrow.

                “Well. How does it feel to be wrong once in your life?” Bradley asks, and again he stops the immediate sharp reply and considers his lapful of Bradley Bradshaw, looking down at him with his fingers gripping the hot tub sides so he’s effectively caged Jake in. He’s trapped, but there’s also nowhere else he’d rather be.

                “Honestly? Pretty damn good right now…”

                “Good. Like throwing the game. I’m… I’m with you. Only you.”

                “So. Dating,” Jake supplies. He’s dated before. He can do that.

                “Exclusively. Want to call you mine.”

                “You weren’t joking about being possessive huh?”

                “Nope,” Bradley replies, and Jake realizes he’s dead serious.

                “Okay. Okay.”

[extremely-judgemental]

Ways Rhysand has been manipulative but no one noticed.

I find it strange that Rhysand never gets angry with Feyre. Not once in four books, omitting the first of course. Some may argue it’s because he is a loving partner who understands her that well. That’s plausible if Rhysand didn’t have any anger issues.

To preface this, Feyre naturally has darkness in her that isn’t overt until ACOMAF, and with Rhysand, she gets the freedom to be herself without judgement even if she is wrong. Feyre is not brainwashed to become Rhysand’s puppet, however, she is a victim of his control, lies, and manipulation to a degree.

One of the biggest flaw in Tamlin is his anger. It’s how he becomes a danger to Feyre, to his friends, to everyone around him. But what people miss is that Rhysand isn’t that different either. While one’s expression is explosive and physical, the other’s is more psychological.

There are clear instances when Feyre acts on her own or disagrees with Rhysand, but she is never the subject of his temper. One such scene is when she goes looking for the Suriel (because this stands out a lot to me and my memory sucks).

Considering Rhysand’s character, it’s not unreasonable to believe he’d lash out on Morrigan first and then Nesta. But the moment Feyre is back, he is the epitome of love and compassion.

We know he is easily provoked just as any other MC. He lost his mate while he was out in the battle somewhere and when she returns, he is collected. Where frustration and anger would be justified, he is as calm as the dead.

There is a mix of emotions like fear and relief too, but I am talking about expression here. Not what he feels, rather how he presents them and lets others see him.

If I had a telepathic partner with whom I share a consensual live stream of feelings and thoughts all day long, I’d be more frustrated that he put me through the very thing that he knows will hurt me. But Rhysand never has a negative reaction to Feyre. Ever.

This is the same old ‘Rhysand is better than Tamlin’ or ‘Rhysand will never hurt Feyre’ propaganda but it fails. It’s impossible to not get angry with anyone ever. At some point, something will disappoint you no matter how deep the love is.

Also, if Rhysand treated everyone from this level, this wouldn’t be out of norm. He is very expressive when it comes to his anger—with Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Tamlin, Morrigan at least once, and obviously, Nesta. He doesn’t hold back his words and often his temper is translated into dominance, his High Lord power that he uses to subdue the rest of them. This happens time and time again but seen as a badass move where Rhysand is always right.

So why is Feyre spared? It isn’t out of love. It’s about control. Cassian, Azriel, Amren, and Morrigan owe Rhysand for the life they currently have. There is always a limit to how far they can push him. When they cross it, he uses his rank to put them in their place. He can’t do the same with Feyre because the moment he does that, he becomes exactly like Tamlin. The illusion of the High Lady title shatters.

It’s so Feyre never sees him for who he is. As long as it’s not directed at her, she will sit on her high horse and coddle him, like she does about his hatred for Nesta. Feyre is self-centred and she can’t take criticism. Imagine if Rhysand pushes her too far, Feyre will leave him like she left Tamlin. Because of the bond, Rhysand will suffer. He will also lose Nyx, an extension of him.

The only way to keep Feyre under his control will be to make her feel loved and safe in whatever delusional capacity so she never questions him, proven by the pregnancy debacle.

Which is why this isn’t a sign of emotional maturity rather a repression of his true feelings to get his way.

Anyway, I consider this an oversight from SJM because she doesn’t let Rhysand be himself. She desperately wants to show how he is the perfect match for Feyre, the greatest partner anyone can ever have. But the contrast in his behaviour screams manipulation.

[fadelbison]

Now that you mentioned it please the first thing I thought when I saw First as Kant was that they would push him into a straight series especially with him previously being in multiple het shows. I at least saw 2 reactors thinking c4c was het show before khao was introduced. But First with all his new antics is definitely helping their cp to become more popular too especially in the thai side. They are both good actors and they have pretty good role selection and already having a stable fandom would do them wonders in the industry

I would say even three years ago pushing First into straight roles when he looks like this:

was not only going to be GMMs playbook but also their moral imperative. Because this was the pipeline they shoved every BL actor that could into. Gain a following using BL get funneled into straight shows now to get legitimacy as an actor. Three years ago, if First wasn't being shoved into this pipeline I'd say something was very very wrong the way it clearly was with Earth.

And well everything is in flux isn't it? GMMTV 2025 is an unprecedentedly queer roster for GMMTV in addition to a sharp increase in shows now marketed towards young working adults rather than youth. That pipeline no longer even makes sense for them.

GMMTV now has a whole roster of well established actors which I don't think they really thought was going to happen for them back in 2016 when SOTUS was released 😅 and especially not when Singto peaced out then did a bunch of critically acclaimed shows as though to highlight how vapid the creative direction within GMMTV was.

They've also made a great many missteps with branded pairings. The GMMTV three pillars (or four wtv your world view is) was a hot mess. TayNew couldn't hack it, Singto left, Krist vehemently doing straight shows to not let the CP thing give him a mental breakdown (again) and Bright and Win were mA they certainly were, weren't they? These pillars stayed pillars I think through the sheer willpower of Offgun Fun Night and Jennie Panhan's unparalleled ability to pretend nothing is amiss 🤣

GMMTV appears to be trying to hone in more and more on what makes their actors already popular rather than box them into things and make costly mistakes like they even recently did with OhmNanon and PerthChimon where they let Chimon take all that pressure of being Perth's new beau without ever considering the fact that Chimon had 0 interests in playing The Woman.

They've seemed to have taken all pressure off their actors in 2025 and I am curious to see if that trend will continue. Nanon wants a straight script? We squeeze one out for him. SkyNani undecided on being a CP? Great they get to play dark soulmates which good for them giving skynani a parameter to work with that can go from literally barely just gay to just so gay depending on the weather conditions.

C4C is going to strengthen FKs Japanese fanbase for sure, while I am assuming they are expecting the western one to remain largely unaffected. The Thai market I don't understand. First can sure as hell pass as straight now but so could Force and Book the last however many years and delightfully neither of them has given a rats ass about it, even when Bright and Win left, the straight BL boy niche once vacated was actually never filled.

In fact, the pillars are now back and supremely active but they are just extremely gay about it. Somehow TayNew were like this is going to be on our terms and their terms were a romance coded bromance and a polycule with off gun, Krist who everyone believed would NOT enjoy fanservice now has more boyfriends than ever before. I love that gay people can't be normal about anything.

There's a straight passing BL actor vacuum in GMMTV sure - does skynani not convince you that the market LOVES this genre of BL actor? And it's coincided with a point where GMMTVs artistic direction is in fact moving towards slightly older audiences. Suddenly, everything that made First second fiddle in the het shows of his youth, sets him apart as a lead NOW: he's a sweet and goofy guy aka The Ideal Husband.

I am just really curious to see over this next year whether First will make any attempts to fill the straight BL actor niche and how desperately (sponsor money) GMM will try to make him do so. The 70: 30 split agreement between FK was specifically designed to deal with this scenario, I am locked and loaded to see it finally tested.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Your Own Personal Demon

[This story contains body horror, non-consensual sexuality, and brief mentions of vomit.]

"And now all you have to do is stand in it!"

I look down at the pentagram, drawn sloppily with table salt and surrounded by freshly lit black candles. The bed had to be pushed aside to make room, the spare bedroom was the only place without a carpet where her parents wouldn't find us.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? You're the one who wanted to do this, right?" Grace says to me, clearly annoyed I haven't done as she said. I remember her being the one to breach the topic, explaining to me how fun it would be to have a volunteer, ignoring my hesitation. Susan was just on her phone, just as she was now.

I suppose I don't have a choice. I've learned many times that compliance is always the safest and easiest option.

I feel a shudder as I step inside. It's just apprehension. I'm just being scared, like she said I would be. Nothing more.

I flinch as I hear a click from Susan's direction. She's pointing her phone right at me. Every time I look at her, I can't help but think about Grace making fun of her for being too skinny. She's just a normal girl, if a bit gloomy, but that's mostly because she doesn't take her hair out of her face very often. She looks like she doesn't want to be here, like always.

"So?" Grace demands attention. "Feel anything yet?" She impatiently shifts her weight onto one side, and her blond hair bounces with her. I still don't know why so puts so much work into it, it's just hair. God, her eyes look so sharp, it... hurts.

I stifle myself, looking away and telling her it's nothing. She takes on an accusatory tone, but with an undercurrent of playfulness so nobody gets mad. "Oh, so I fucked up then?" I try not to look to uncomfortable, she's already poked fun at me too much for being a baby about swearing. "Are you sure you're standing right? Ugh, I really wanted to see something happen..."

She kicks at the outline, only for her foot to catch. The salt is solid, calcified into place. Seeing this, I try to poke at one of the lines with my sock, and it doesn't budge. Oh god, I can't let them see me actually feel worried... w-why does it keep hurting...?

Susan, closest to the door, looks back just in time to see it swing closed. With the hallway light blocked off, there's nothing but the roar of the candles lighting up the room. They're getting brighter.

This... is actually happening, isn't it? Am I going to die?

I look to the other two. I need to leave, to run, but I can't move. My legs are stuck in place, it feels like they're pinned to the ground with needles. I need help, Grace, someone...

She just takes a single step away. She looks... curious. She looks to the door, past Susan. She's not worried for me, she's just scared.

"Hey, I didn't... expect this to work." Susan speaks up. For the first time, she isn't forcing some disaffected monotone. "We need to help her, right? We should-"

Without looking away from me, she gestures to Susan. "No, no, wait..."

She's... smiling. For god's sake, she's...!

My legs buckle and I fall to my knees. This isn't pain anymore. This isn't just some vague burn in my muscles. There's something deep and disgusting welling up inside me, trying to claw its way out. I can feel the longing, the yearning to be free scraping at my chest.

I can't hold it back. I wretch and vomit, and it feels... wrong. I've vomited before, and it wasn't this... thin. It didn't taste like iron. It didn't coagulate so quickly in my mouth.

"Oh my god!" It's Susan. She says something after that, but I can't, I just can't. There's a ripping inside of me, everything shifting and fighting gnawing underneath every inch of skin. It needs to be free, it needs to be let out.

I dig, claw at my forehead, where the gnawing is worst. Scratching my skin away doesn't hurt at all, it can't compare to the depths of my soul being ripped apart. I dig my nails in and rip chucks of flesh away, feeling it peeling and clinging in strands to my face. Finally, some fucking relief. I can still feel them stretching out, fitting through my skull as comfortably as putting your arm through a sleeve. Horns. My horns.

I'm bleeding... so much. I know I just tore away at myself, but it's just gushing out, splattering at my feet and covering my skin. My face must be totally buries already, hidden by a thick layer of my own blood. I... should care more about this, but I just... can't.

The girls are saying something, but I don't care. This is serious, something is wrong. It doesn't feel wrong, but... isn't that the problem? I can already feel the same gnaw at the base of my spine, and all I can do is smile. Oh for fuck's sake, they're still talking?

"I, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never thought this would work, I never..." She's whimpering. No, she's cowering. She's the one afraid of me. "Please, God, forgive me, I nev-"

"SHUT UP."

I can't hold back, not right now, not anymore. I can't bury myself just to save the feelings of others when I already feel like I'm six feet deep. I can't swallow my pride when I feel like I'm choking. I can't...

That's wrong. I don't want to. I'm not being forced to do anything. Not anymore.

I do everything I can to stand, my joints hissing and popping with every motion. The blood still flows from me, the crimson trailing down my body like a gown.

With a single step into the world, I tower over the little blonde cunt. A head higher at least. I can't tell what face I'm making, and for the first time, I don't care.

"You're not fixing this."

I reach behind me and tear another hole, like I'm ripping a cheap whore's dress. My tail finally tastes the air, no matter how dingy and stagnant it is in stuffy-ass fuckless room. It feels like something that should've been with me the whole time, finally allowed to be free.

I grab her hair by the roots, pull her close, and tongue-fuck her mouth. I can't help but laugh at how pathetic she looks flailing under my grasp. I think she's actually gonna cry. How precious.

I spit her out and toss her on the floor. She hacks and sputters, rubbing at her mouth to try and rub the bloodstains away. I wanna tell her that she'll wish the taste never left when I'm done with her, but that's between her and whatever she prays to for now.

"You." I look at Susan, and she's petrified. She's scared of me, she thinks I can really kill her. No wonder Grace got off to fucking around with me. Not that I'm any less pissed. When I'm done with her she'll never feel big again.

"I don't care about the other bitch. You're the one who summoned me." I take a knee, letting my eyes level with hers.

"What's your first request, Mistress~?"

She's finally smiling, just like me.

[unserenedreaming]

Yellowjackets rankings

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE FOUR

I have decided to update my rankings weekly, and here they are for week four:

WILDERNESS

I would die for them

Jackie: I am still Jackie's number one soldier. She haunts the narrative across both eras and I love that for her. Every time she's on screen my life expectancy increases five years, my skin clears, and nature begins to heal.

Akilah: The way she holds onto her bunny for comfort during the trial scene made my heart ache. She's just a soft girl stuck in a terrible, awful situation. Still praying that she makes it back to civilization.

Coach Ben: He lives to see at least one more episode, thank fuck. My guy is a self-admitted coward, but I know he didn't set that fire and is either being framed purposefully or unintentionally (see below)

Travis: Continues to be traumatized by the Wilderness & Lottie but he's managing to hold onto his sanity...mostly

Misty: It's a shame Misty never went into law (though she is certifiable so I understand why) because DAMN she had almost everyone convinced, even Tai, of Coach's innocence.

Nat: I felt like this was the first time we actually saw genuine emotion from Nat this season, which reminded me of just how talented sophie thatcher is

I care about them but not as much as the others:

Tai, Van, Mari, Lottie, the others

IDGAF:

Shauna: I get it. She's got pent up issues from Coach being a coward when she gave birth. Maybe she blames him for her baby dying, an understandable anger but it's directed at the wrong person, since it wasn't anyone's fault. I think she knows that he didn't set the fire or at least has her doubts, but she needs someone to blame since it's very likely that it was set by accident (I'm looking at you, Van's vision from ep 3). But bullying everyone into agreeing with you doesn't make you a good leader, it makes you a tyrant.

Melissa: little piece of shit instigator. Girl you gotta understand Shauna is just using you for validation.

PRESENT DAY

I would die for them:

Jeff: Jeff the rizzler, Jeff the charmer. I love this man. He tries (and fails) to have enough empathy for the two of them, honestly believing that he needs to do good things because of karma. If he dies this season I'm gonna throw up

Shauna: I've said it before and I'll say it again: I would die for Melanie Lynskey. Her portrayal of Shauna is so real and wonderful and messy and toxic and hilarious. I love her.

Misty Watching her fantasize about stabbing Shauna before telling herself it wasn't a good place for herself to be, and then stealing that old lady's puzzle pieces was so wonderful. I hope she never changes

Lottie: IT'S GOTTA BE A FAKEOUT RIGHT?? THEY WOULDN'T DO THAT TO YOU RIGHT? She's gotta come back, she's so weird and a little scary but so so enchanting

Tai: Crazy gay disaster with a good memory for romance

Van: Dying gay disaster with shaking hands I'm worried about

I care about them but not as much as the others:

Walter, Callie, Randy (I forgot about him, but he was fun this episode!)

IDGAF

everyone else

Anyways if you made it this far thanks again for reading my rambling. If you agree, congrats. If you don't, also congrats.

[picnicbask3t]

very serious fanart of omori is missing

[blueskittlesart]

foxboy has been forcibly made ambidextrous due to blueskittles' forgetfulness

all characters are ambidextrous when im writing them (< guy who doesnt know the difference between left and right)

[trappedinafantasy37]

"Weeeh! I wanna recruit Minthara on a good playthrough! Weeeh! I don't like the ultimatum and want to keep both Minthara and Halsin! Weeeh! I wanna make Minthara good! Weeeh! I don't want Minthara to break up with me!" Minthara deserves more content but none of these things are at all what she needs or deserves. No, these are all things that you want for yourself, but do absolutely nothing for her. This is one of the biggest L's in the game and it will forever enrage me because I just know it will never happen.

Minthara deserves to confront Orin like all the other companions do with their abusers. She deserves to scream and yell at Orin. She deserves to cut at her the same way Orin did, make her bleed and scream in pain. Minthara deserves to torture Orin, just as she did her in the mind flayer colony. Minthara deserves the right to roll up to the Temple of Bhaal and beat the shit out of Orin with her bare hands. Leave Orin begging for mercy in which Minthara will not even give her a drop. To slam Orin down on that altar and slice her throat, offer her up as a sacrifice to the father she is so blindly devoted to.

And yes, Minthara would be afraid. She would be TERRIFIED. Despite how strong and powerful Minthara is, she is also the only one afraid of Orin. Unlike Ketheric, or Gortash, or Sarevok, she is the only one who fully acknowledges just how dangerous Orin actually is and does not underestimate her. She will walk down into that temple, intending to duel Orin with a massive disadvantage because she is terrified.

Minthara choked when seeing Orin again in the mind flayer colony. She choked when seeing Orin as an imposter, throwing her deep into the ocean of paranoia and fear. And she is so entrenched in paranoia that it actually becomes palpable to everyone around her, even you. She describes herself as paranoid, but this is the first that you actually see how paranoid she is. And she choked again when Orin kidnapped someone in camp, making her feel inadequate, making a mockery of her for being unable to protect one of her own. And every day that passes, the more and more likely that the victim is going to die and she has doubts on their survival.

At every possible avenue in which Minthara could have done something or said something about Orin, she froze in place with fear. But she's had enough. She cannot be afraid of Orin forever and she doesn't want to be. One way or another, Orin has to die and she wants to get over that fear. She needs to know that Orin is dead, for herself.

This would also make the alurlssrin confession all the more impactful. She wants to tell you that she loves you in the best way that she can because of the very high likelihood that she will never have another chance to do so. She would beg you to come with her as you give her the courage. She has the courage to face her fears and confront her tormentor, because she knows she has you in her corner. If you have the courage to stand up to the very gods themselves, then she can stand up to Orin. Romanced or not, your presence alone is enough to give her the strength to do something she would otherwise be too terrified to do.

Minthara deserves the honor to solo duel Orin in a fight to the death. Minthara deserves the right to achieve vengeance for herself. No, I do not care that this confrontation would conflict with a Durge playthrough. In fact, it would provide a phenomenal source of some interesting, and toxic, drama between Durge and Minthara. Especially if they're in a relationship. This also does not mean that Minthara killing Orin instead of Durge would not have its consequences (because it most certainly will). Even if Minthara does not fight Orin, it would be so much better if Minthara was just given the fucking chance to yell at Orin like all the other companions in their personal quests.

[autism-alley]

ik it’s been forever in internet time but i’m gonna die mad abt the way the live action atla show got a good amount of backlash and criticism from the fanbase meanwhile the pjo show was THAT horrendous and the fanbase treats critics like they’re out to kill their mother. as someone in both fandoms am i crazy bc i keep fucking seeing people say yes 💀 like!! these shows, whose original series were both about a 12 year old boy born with godlike powers going on quests with his friends to save the world, released in the 2000s, and had a shitty movie adaptation, now reboots released within weeks of each other, both committed nearly identical crimes of character assassination, exposition dumping, dumbing down their source material, sanitizing “problematic” elements (that the characters originally had to overcome), and wasting actor potential (also at least live action atla had good action scenes CANNOT say the same for the pjo show)—and i’m seeing like mainstream(ish) social media coverage of new atla show critique by people with millions of followers all across different sites, but nothing even close to that for the pjo show?? if that coverage exists for the pjo show somebody fucken send it to me bc like!! the pjo series is Not an unpopular series, i get it’s a book series and not a tv series so i didn’t expect the popularity to be exactly the same, but Damn! i feel like i need an hours long video essay comparing the two audience reactions to these series’ first season releases bc they were WIDLY different

[sugaredoleander]

i say this with love. house fanfic writers, if you ever want me to beta something for medical accuracy, i'll fucking do it no questions asked