#otherwise i might be too embarrassed to post it and just end up keeping it to myself😭

[patches-of-thistle]

i may only have 3 mutuals but that doesnt mean its too few in number to feel disturbances in the air

[fairytales-and-folklore]

It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: For the record, Derek is not stalking Stiles. He's just being protective, standing guard outside his bedroom window every night like the world's okayest watchdog. For the most part, it's relatively uneventful. Until one night, Derek catches Stiles performing a one-man concert to the tune of Taylor Swift's Love Story, with some very interesting lyrical changes.

"I thought I heard—" Derek starts, adrenaline giving way to embarrassment. "Nevermind. Sorry. I'll go." "You thought you heard what?" Stiles prompts, one eyebrow cocked in mocking familiarity. "I…heard you singing," Derek says softly, gaze cast to the ceiling so that he doesn't have to look Stiles in the eye. "So? That's hardly a cause for concern," Stiles snaps defensively. "What, a man can't enjoy a good pop-country love ballad every once in a while?" "No, it's not that. It's just—" Derek falters. "I thought I heard you say my name." "What?! I didn't say your name!" Stiles splutters, voice rising an octave. And that's when he hears it, the telltale skip in his heartbeat as Stiles chokes around the obvious lie.

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For the record, Derek is not stalking Stiles, okay? No matter what Boyd, Erica, and Isaac might say otherwise. It's just…ever since the night he'd gotten kidnapped by that twisted old bastard as a bargaining chip and literal punching bag, Derek has been a little…extra protective over Stiles.

And yeah, maybe it's overkill, showing up every night to stand guard under Stiles's bedroom window like the world's okayest watchdog (which, if he's not careful, he just knows he'll end up drinking coffee out of a gag gift mug with that exact slogan custom-printed across the side, courtesy of the sarcastic little shit himself) but if life has taught him anything, it's how to protect the ones you lo— care ab— don't want to end up dead, or whatever. So he shows up, and he waits, and he watches.

Most of the time, it's relatively uneventful. Which, strictly speaking, is a good thing. There's the occasional burst of laughter as Stiles watches tv with his dad, grumbling and grousing as he fights an uphill battle to get his father to eat healthier, the sharp scent of guilt as the sheriff sneaks down in the middle of the night to steal a handful of thin mints he keeps stashed in the back of the freezer that he thinks his son doesn't know about — the usual. (It resolutely does not make Derek's lips twitch up at the corners with a wistful smile, or yearn to come inside and join them.)

Tonight's watch starts off much the same as any other, with one slight hiccup — Stiles comes home a little later than usual, which means Derek has to duck into the rose bushes to avoid being seen. Luckily (albeit tremendously irresponsibly, Derek notes with a frown) Stiles is too distracted by his phone to take any notice, tapping out a quick response to Scott to let him know he'd made it home safely after they'd parted ways. Grabbing a handful of half-eaten candy from the stash he'd snuck into the movie theatre, Stiles slides out of the driver's seat, hip-checking the Jeep's sticky door to get it to close properly, and heads toward the front door, keychain swinging casually from his index finger as he whistles an off-key rendition of The Avengers theme.

Derek waits until he hears the sound of the shower running to come out of his hiding spot and resume his post, picking a thorn out of the cuff of his leather jacket and scowling down at the rose bushes like they've done him a personal offense. For a while, there's a whole lot of nothing, just the sound of water splashing against tile, the scent of Stiles's Old Spice body wash wafting in the summer air, and—

Wait.

Is that…is Stiles singing Taylor Swift?

Derek tilts his head to the side, catching sight of what is unmistakably Stiles's silhouette framed in the open window, towel wrapped around his waist, using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and belting out what Derek is 99% sure is the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

"We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts 

I'm standing there

On private property in winter air"

Now, Derek doesn't exactly listen to a whole lot of Taylor Swift, but he's pretty sure those aren't the right lyrics. Still, it's as good a form of entertainment as any, so Derek settles in and listens for a little while, ducking his head to hide a small smile whenever Stiles struggles to hit the high notes.

There's a brief pause as Stiles stumbles over, presumably, a big pile of laundry he'd neglected to put away, and accidentally whacks himself in the face with the hairbrush, a long dramatic whine followed by a string of muffled cursing, and then he's swinging right back into the chorus with even more gusto than before.

"Romeo taaaaaaake me somewhere we can be alooooone

I'll be waaaaaaiting, all there's left to do is ruuuuun

Youuu'll be the prince and I'll be the priiiiiiiincessssss

It's a love story, baby, just say yessssss"

Derek chuckles to himself, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly as he settles back against the side of the house. 

As Stiles charges on into the second verse — something about sneaking out into the forest in the middle of the night, which also doesn't sound like the right lyrics, but whatever — Derek's mind starts to wander, and he finds himself musing over who the object of the song might be, who Stiles thinks about whenever he's belting out love ballads. His thoughts stray to all manner of likely possibilities before settling on the obvious choice — Lydia Martin — and an unfamiliar pang of jealousy, white-hot and acrid, settles into the pit of his stomach like he's just swallowed mountain ash.

Derek shakes his head, frowning.

Where the fuck did that come from?

He takes a deep, steadying breath, wincing as he catches sight of the set of claw marks he'd accidentally slashed across the siding.

He's being ridiculous. Who cares who Stiles thinks about when he's alone, singing love songs at 11 o'clock at night in nothing but a towel? 

Definitely not Derek.

And besides, it's not like every time someone sings something, it has to have a focus, or some kind of deeper meaning.

Maybe Stiles doesn't have anyone in mind.

Maybe he just likes the song.

Maybe—

"Sourwolf, taaaaaaake me somewhere we can be alooooone!"

Derek stops dead, heart skyrocketing into his throat. Before he even realizes what he's doing, he's scaled the side of the house and vaulted through the open window, landing with a gentle thud on Stiles's bedroom floor. The rest of the chorus dies on a high-pitched shriek as Stiles screams bloody murder, a whirlwind of flailing limbs and colorful expletives, brandishing the hairbrush like a weapon and accidentally smacking Derek clean across the shoulder.

"What the f— Derek?! What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles shouts, loud enough to wake the whole block.

"I thought I heard—" Derek starts, adrenaline giving way to embarrassment as he remembers the reason why he's here. He swallows nervously, throat going dry. "Nevermind. Sorry. I'll go."

"You thought you heard what?" Stiles prompts, one eyebrow cocked in mocking familiarity.

"I…heard you singing," Derek says softly, gaze cast to the ceiling so that he doesn't have to look Stiles in the eye.

"So? That's hardly a cause for concern," Stiles snaps defensively. "What, a man can't enjoy a good pop-country love ballad every once in a while?"

"No, it's not that. It's just—" Derek falters. "I thought I heard you say my name."

"What?! I didn't say your name!" Stiles splutters, voice rising an octave.

And that's when he hears it, the telltale skip in his heartbeat as Stiles chokes around the obvious lie. Derek's eyes snap up, and he takes a moment to look at him, really look at him, cataloguing all the little details he'd missed before — the slight tremor of his hands as he ducks his head to attack a phantom itch on the back of his neck, Adam's apple straining against the column of his throat each time he swallows, patches of scarlet blossoming in the hollows of his cheekbones — and feels his own apprehension start to melt away, replaced by a sudden burst of confidence, lips curving into a smile at the staggering realization that Stiles is just as nervous as he is.

"Stop looking at me like that," Stiles huffs, eyes narrowing in suspicion at the sudden change in Derek's demeanor. "You're making me nervous."

"Oh?" Derek's eyebrows perk up with the inflection. He takes a tentative step closer, delighting in the way Stiles's body instinctively does the same.

"Do I make you nervous, Stiles?" he asks, his smile positively wolfish.

"I — no — that's not what I—" Stiles flounders, a prickle of heat winding its way down the length of his spine as he breaks out into a full-body blush.

"You're flustered," Derek notes with a teasing smirk.

"Well, of course I'm flustered," Stiles argues indignantly. "This is a flustering situation. A real flusterfuck, if you will."

Derek huffs out a laugh and hums, all fond amusement. It's endearing as hell, and Stiles kind of hates him for it.

"Point is, Sourw—" he starts, eyes growing wide for a fraction of a second before he rights himself, powering through with feigned indifference. "The point, Derek, is that no one said your name. So maybe check your ego before you come barging into someone's room in the middle of the night on the utterly wrong assumption that—"

"So you're telling me you didn't replace 'Romeo' with that stupid nickname you gave me the night we were at the high school?" Derek asks, one sassy eyebrow raised. 

Stiles swallows thickly.

"The one you keep calling me, all the time, every chance you get, just to get a rise out of me?" Derek presses.

"I— that's not—" Stiles splutters.

"That's what I thought," Derek confirms with an air of smug satisfaction. 

A wicked grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat unfurls across his face, and Stiles drops the charade, sighing in defeat.

"Look, the only way you could possibly know that is if you were, like, lurking under my bedroom window or something, so—"

There's a soft, sudden intake of breath, and the smug smile slips from Derek's face, only to curl across Stiles'.

"Aha!" he shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at Derek.

Derek fixes him with a withering glare, before closing his eyes and heaving a frustrated sigh.

"I was…in the neighborhood," he admits reluctantly.

Stiles can't help the big, goofy grin that spreads across his face.

"Uh huh," he teases with wry amusement. "And you just happened to pass by my house long enough to eavesdrop on my one-man karaoke show?"

"I…might stop by every now and then to check in on you and your dad. You know…make sure you're both safe," Derek says with an attempt at a casual shrug, but Stiles doesn't miss the way his ears burn bright red at the admission.

"Aww, that's so sweet, you big creep," Stiles laughs, sweeping forward and mock-punching Derek in the arm.

Derek rolls his eyes, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket as he sways back and forth on the heels of his boots. A few seconds tick past with the two of them just standing there, smiling stupidly at each other, and then a mischievous smile curves its way across Derek's face.

"So…if I talk to your dad, will you pick out a white dress, or—" Derek teases, mirth dancing in his eyes.

Stiles barks out a laugh.

"Oh my god, shut up," he says, surging forward and gripping Derek by the collar of his jacket, before pulling him into a kiss.

Elements of this story were inspired by art by michellicopter

[plaest2k]

hey, im a young nz artist too and i like making comics/want to do something bigger when im older, and i think your stuff is genuinely so fucking cool. i love it so much. i was wondering how you pursued art after highschool, like did you go to art school? if so, where and what was that like, and if not, how’d you find the time to continue doing it? its always felt like my opportunities for a career in art specifically seem smaller living in nz, but idk your stuff inspires me to think otherwise. thank you :)

kia ora!!

thanks so much for asking, it's truly so flattering that a young nz artist would ask me for advice! <3 sadly i might not necessarily be the best person to ask...

First of all, it's been a loooooong time since i've been a young artist hahaha I'm 32. After high school, I studied architecture at university because, as you're probably aware, we don't really have art schools like our peers do overseas. But after studying for a few years, I had a major depressive episode and dropped out. After that, I ran away to Korea to teach english for a year before coming back to work in cafes for about 6 years. Back then I was pursuing a career in editorial illustration cause that's what all my favourite artists were doing but I didn't realise that it was a dying industry at the time and there weren't exactly lot of full-time professional artists here who could have warned me...

So after about 10 years of trying to piece together some kind of profession in illustration, I ended up looking for a tattoo apprenticeship which was looking pretty promising but my bosses turned out to be not-so-great people. I tried to keep tattooing on my own but that was around the time COVID hit which wasn't (and still isn't) great for a job that requires you meet face-to-face with a lot of people. So, since the pandemic began, I've just been subsisting off of jobseeker, chipping away at comics and the occasional illustration gig.

The whole experience had me perpetually burnt out for the past ~15 years and made me realise that art as a career really just shouldn't be a thing. Under capitalism, it requires either an embarrassing level of compromise, privilege or luck to pursue. All the household-name artists you know in NZ either come from privilege or got unbelievably lucky. I don't say this as a value judgment or anything, most of them are truly wonderful people, it's just what I've learned about them as colleagues who've worked together a few times over the years.

I don't fault anyone for wanting to pursue that, but if you want to make uncompromising art that makes you feel fulfilled, you can't stake your livelihood on it. Art is supposed to be a by-product of life well lived, not content to be sold.

It's why I'm making plans to go back to uni next year to switch careers into a cushy office job because, as you've observed, even if you still want to pursue this as a full-time career, opportunities for artists in Aotearoa is extremely limited.

Having said all that, there's still a lot of nuance to this whole thing that would take me too long to cover in a tumblr post, so if you'd like me to elaborate or anything or have more questions, you're more than welcome to contact me through my email: plaest2k@gmail.com!

And this offer extends to literally anyone who might be looking for advice or just wants to talk about art <3

Final thing: the thought of studying something else at college/ university and keeping your art as a hobby might sound bleak when you're young, but life is so much longer than you think. You might feel like you have limitless creativity and ideas at the moment but when it becomes your entire life, you burn through it all faster than you'd think. It's because you need fuel to inform what you make and you can't get that from just making art. Like I always say, art is a by-product of a life well lived; You need life-experiences; You need to love, hate, care, be hated and loved to make art and you can't do that if you're too busy to do any of that. Those 3 years you spend on a bachelors is nothing in comparison to a lifetime of staring at a blank page, agonizing over what to make next.

[casual-praxis]

“Probably no harmful side effects to this at all.”

Here’s Vio’s Slime Rancher AU design! I wasn’t entirely sure what I was working with when I went into this, but I think it turned out alright-ish in the end. ^~^’

He was supposed to have more of a scientist vibe, but I didn’t want to take too much inspiration from Viktor, so this is the route I went instead. He’s a little unhinged, but he’s keeping it together. Mostly.

More details about Vio's role in the AU below the cut if anyone is interested!

I touched on a few details already back in this post, but I've had a few more concepts in mind since then, so I'll go ahead and list them now so I don't forget later.

+ Vio was the first to arrive at the shared ranch and spent about a year alone before Shadow arrived. In that time, he explored a majority of the map on his own, save for the ruins and desert. He was actually in the process of figuring out how to get into the ruins when Shadow arrived, which sidetracked him a bit.

+ Due to being one of the first inhabitants of the Far, Far Range, Vio didn't have a lot of information to work off of with the Slimepedia, so he made his own guide for navigating the wilderness. Needing to discover more slimes was the main thing tripping him up with the ruin's Slime Gate.

+ Vio is the only one in the group to have a tongue piercing. It takes varying lengths of time for everyone to discover that fact though. Shadow noticed it the quickest.

+ Because of prolonged exposure to Quantum Slimes (one of which he may or may not have eaten, for science purposes), Vio's physical form occasionally glitches and/or becomes more transparent. Luckily, he doesn't seem to create "ghosts," but if left unchecked he does start to hear things in other realities.

These glitches aren't very frequent, and can be fixed by either inflicting pain or splashing water on him. He opts to inflict pain rather than get wet constantly, it's what his bracelet is secretly for.

+ As a side effect of his reality-warped perception, talking to Vio when he's less physically stable can net some interesting results. Mostly just jumbled or gibberish sentences and the occasional mixed topics. Something akin to, "the slime even the yet carrot gold, no, what?"

+ For at least a year and a half, Vio used his vacpack in his non-dominant hand simply because it wasn't designed for left-handed people. He wanted to wait for someone else to show up before attempting to tinker with it, just in case he broke it beyond repair.

Upon realizing Shadow, and later on, Red, were also both left-handed, he figured this might be an oversight to report to 7Zee after all.

+ Whenever someone has a question about the Slimepedia specifically, they go to Vio. He knows way too much about everything, to the point where he's actually a little burnt out on the whole exploring thing. He still runs experiments, but he's almost done with all he can think of doing out there.

+ At some point, Vio was able to talk with an alternate version of himself. Though the content of that conversation is unknown, he did become noticably warmer towards the others afterwards. The idea of becoming like that alternate self is haunting.

(Hint: alt-Vio found new test subjects to play with.)

+ His soft spot for Red and Shadow is more obvious, but he has his tells with Green and Blue as well.

He rather likes having objectives to focus on, and Green trusts him to handle the more difficult tasks, so he won't complain if Green bosses him around a little. But only a little.

With Blue, it's more subtle. He doesn't fight as hard as he used to over his lack of self-care. If Blue shows up at his lab demanding he take a break and eat food/nap/etc, he only pushes back a little before giving in. Otherwise Blue might try to manhandle him, and that's just embarrassing.

+ The little pouch on his leg is for medical supplies. Namely bandages, just in case his bracelet punctures skin and draws blood.

Bonus: Close-up details of Vio's eyes because the glitch effect there is almost always occurring, unlike his full-body one.

(The way I draw this will probably change in the future if I continue on with this AU, but it looks okay enough for now.)

[glitchy-npc]

59 pretty please? ^^

[Post Re-gene and villain reveal. 778 words]

Ortega fidgets with the small, gold ring in his ear, rubbing the smooth metal between his finger and thumb and it warms quickly under his touch. It's become an increasingly common habit lately, a self-soothing gesture, it helps him think. He only wishes he could focus on what he really needed to get done instead of drifting towards memories of the man who gave him the earring in the first place. 

But his brain never did care about what he wanted and the memories come back anyway.

He remembers sitting in his kitchen and the familiar burn of tequila, a little liquid courage, while watching Tegan set a small box down on the table. 

“Last chance to back out, old man.” Tegan’s lopsided smile was a challenge. Why was that the detail Ortega noticed rather than whether those smiles ever reached his eyes or not?

“Do you really think I would?” He leaned back in his chair, the camouflage of cocky confidence as easy to put on as a pair of well worn shoes. 

“No.” Tegan snorted. “But you could have gone to a professional, they probably would have done it for free, for celebrity bragging rights.” 

“Hey, I’m not being a cheapskate here, besides…” His voice softened when he reached out to grab Tegan’s hand, giving it a quick kiss before the other man could protest. “I want you to do it, I trust you.” Only in hindsight could he see Tegan’s imperceptible wince.

“Fine, just don’t complain if you don’t like it and end up with a scar.” Did he really never used to notice Tegan’s eyes darting to the scar on his lip so often? His parting gift from Retribution. It’s still hard to comprehend they are one and the same. 

Ortega remembers Tegan opening the box and pulling on a pair of black nitrile gloves, the way his hands flexed until they sat just right and how meticulous he was about sanitizing the gloves and needle, along with the sharp smell of disinfectant. He had been that way in the old days too, whenever he had patched him up after a fight, methodical and clean, he thought he had just been overcautious.

But now he knows why. 

Could never risk an infection or a trip to the hospital, not with the tattoos being as good as a death sentence. If only he had known. If only he had been trusted to know.

He remembers Tegan gently pushing his hair behind his ear and repressing a shiver as he applied antiseptic to where the needle would go. How he stood, straddling one of his thighs to be close enough. So close. He wanted to place his hands on his hips, to slide his hands up under Tegan’s shirt and pull him closer. Into a kiss, into the countless fantasies he’d had of them making love in his kitchen. Maybe it was silly but that's what fantasies are. And what they are likely to remain. 

“Ok, keep still.” Tegan commanded, needle poised against his ear. “On the count of three. One…two…” 

He remembers the sharp sting as the needle pierced through his flesh. 

“¡Carajo! You didn’t even get to three.” It took all his willpower not to touch the instrument in his ear. An intrusion. One he wanted.

“You might have flinched otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t have!” The embarrassed surprise stung worse than the needle in truth.

“Don’t be a baby. You still want the gold hoop?” At least that was better than calling him old. 

“Yep, gold’s a classic.” Easy to throw the confidence back up while Tegan disinfected the jewelry. He was proud he didn’t wince as he threaded it through the new opening. Another scar.

“Not worried what other people will think it might mean?” Even prouder he didn’t wince at that. Did that really used to scare him that badly? That other people might suspect he wasn’t straight? 

“Not at all.” He can tell himself now it wasn’t a lie. “Besides, if anyone makes a big deal of it, I can say my boyfriend did it for me. Watch them say something then.” 

“Idiot.” Tegan rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be pulled into the kiss all the same. Something warm and wanted that didn’t chase away the pain but added to it in a way that made everything feel more. 

More present. More real.

Ortega shakes his head. Stops tugging at the earring and rubs his eyes. Tired. No light shines through the blinds, working late again, the dimly lit office a pale comparison to the bright warmth of the kitchen in his memories. 

But that's just how everything feels lately.

[dropthedemiurge]

Boys Be Brave [EP.3] // Translation notes

Alright, I got prompted by @turndon100-blog @okiedokie2216 @lurkingshan and the ending of Ep.3 gave me hype boost so I'll try to write some clarification and translation for the scenes from my phone while I still remember everything xD Sorry if this is not going to be as well formatted as my other language posts tho...

Kiseob wants to prove to Jinwoo that he perfectly fits his entire "My ideal type" checklist and he lists all the things he nails. This might've been confusing to many in subs, but the thing is - 첫눈 (chot nun) in Korean can both mean "first sight" and "first snow". So Jinwoo immediately argues that Kiseob failed to achieve being perfect in all to-do points because Jinwoo hasn't fallen in love with him at first sight (as he mentions it in the beginning of the episode). But Kiseob confidently argues that no, there was no first snow this winter yet and shows the December article that says first snow is late this year and might only fall in January.

So technically Jinwoo can still fall in love with Kiseob at first snow and achieve perfect 10/10, therefore no failure yet! Poor Jinwoo can't argue with that logic... (That frustrated little jiggly stomping lmao)

This message also said that he better pay that credit back until Friday, otherwise there will be extra fee.

He said "Choi BalgEum. Look at me" (or focus on me) 🥺

눈치 없어 (nunchi opseo) is a phrase that literally means "have no sense" (it also was formed from 눈 - eyes, as I can guess), but it's used in the context of being perceptive (눈치 있어/nunchi isseo, having sense), feeling the subtext or nonverbal clues - and, well, the lack of it on the opposite, like being clueless.

So Balgeum actually means "Can't you see? Don't you understand the implications?"(of him holding Kiseob's hand) "I asked, don't you realize?" Stop following me around like a clueless fool" (he said that "having no sense" phrase 3 times in a row, who are you trying to fool here yourself, my guy lol)

Balgeum also curses twice at his piano not-friend-situationship. Here he says after asking to stop following him: "It's fucking embarrassing". Probably, the fact that he keeps showing up and asking to talk to him, but can also mean doing this while he obviously "has a boyfriend".

When they meet in evening, he also curses again "why the fuck do you keep appearing?" Balgeum is just definitely trying to hurt him as much as possible :(

This translation works but just to clarify - Kiseob says "Why do you often hide?". So he doesn't just ask why Jinwoo were still hiding under bed while he was talking to him, he was asking why Jinwoo was running away and hiding from him all the time (while he likes him).

"I hated you back then and I hate you now, that's why I run away."

And I just love the phrase 아니잖아... (anijanha) that he gets in response. Because it means "That's not true... (and you know it too)". There's literally a grammar point in Korean that lets you insist on something you know that the other person also should be aware of. So Balgeum angrily claims he ran away in the past and he runs away now because he hates Inho (I hope that's his name, forgive me if anything), and Inho counter argues that no, he doesn't hate him. And implies they both know it. That's why Balgeum resorts to less angry "Think whatever you want".

And the fact that even after this, Balgeum kept playing up his masquarade and saying he wants to vomit even thinking about that they had something, that he regrets it every day - no wonder Inho finally snaps and calls him an asshole/scum when he didn't use cursing before, unlike Balgeum, and so the i-dont-wanna-hurt-you-but-i-am-emotional "fight" begins.

But here we have a silver lining!

"- Meet me only three times... - I got it (what you want), so... (let go of me)"

알겠다 (al'getta) literally means "I know/I understand" but (going with my intuition) it's used naturally in cases that you understood the information you were given, received instructions and will follow them.

I'm not sure what Ep.4 will bring, but I won't be surprised if Balgeum and Inho actually will go to 3 dates because Balgeum sounded like he was giving in, after letting out his anger/fear/frustration/etc through wrestling with Inho. His final verdict for Inho pleading him to go on 3 dates with him is: "Let me go. I told you, I understand (your request and I will consider it most likely in a positive way)"

Here you go! These guys grow on me more and more with every episode. I am fascinated to see Jinwoo ditching his perfectly planned schedule, Kiseob finally refusing to follow where other people drag him, Inho fighting to make his love exist despite brutal rejections and punches, and Balgeum's carefully crafted defense walls breaking as he lets a glimmer of hope and love return to his life.

This show isn't deep at all, it's foolish and yet I'm starting to see layers and development and I'm intrigued where they all will go.

If you've got any other questions about this or previous episodes, let me know! (With timecodes preferrable)

[iwriteasfotini]

My favorite thing about Ao3 is the ability to go back and edit my published works. I don't think everyone does this, but I do! And it is tedious and time consuming (mostly because I keep a master google doc of each work so BOTH have to be edited), but the part of me which recognizes I can always do better gets excited every time I make an "improvement" edit. Even if it is just fixing a typo.

Maybe some people feel embarrassed thinking about editing their work. They think doing so waves a huge red flag to the wider community that there was something wrong with their writing to begin with. There was not! We are all human and make mistakes. Small mistakes like typos, or bigger mistakes like poor characterization or a line of dialogue which doesn't sit right or too much foreign language text for other readers to find the work readable. ;-)

And of course you should own your story. Just because one person says they don't like something you did or they didn't understand a passage doesn't necessarily mean you should rush out to change it! It is your story and you get to write it exactly as you want to. But I am writing fanfiction because I am working super hard to get better at writing in general. So that feedback, while it is always taken with a grain of salt, is meaningful. It is so hard to judge and analyze your own work. Call it author bias. And being able to process feedback is part of being a writer. By posting to a public platform you are letting the world know you are ok with some level of feedback. Otherwise you could have kept that story for yourself on your google drive, or your word document, or your spiral notebook.

It takes bravery to share. As does admitting something could have been written better or differently. The great thing is, there is no reason to be embarrassed for making changes or corrections to your writing. First, hardly anyone has read it. Sorry but this is just the cold hard truth. Second, with every change or correction you make, you get a tiny bit better as a writer. And to become a master at something it takes millions of repetitions through which you move from being ok at something to being fantastic at it. This applies to every skill you are seeking to improve on. Writing words is fabulous practice for becoming a better writer. You literally cannot get better without doing so. Editing and changing and improving something you have already written is the next step.

So know that if you are a perfectionist (like me) who gets an unwanted surge of adrenaline when I realize I have made a mistake in my work you are not alone! I take a deep breath. Remind myself this is a good thing. And work to improve.

NO ONE JUDGES YOU HARSHER THAN YOURSELF.

Be gentle with yourself. Give yourself grace. Laugh it off. Enjoy the feeling of getting better.

There is also a point at which you should move forward with your works instead of spending your precious time constantly going back and making changes on old ones. And that choice is a personal one.

But as a novice I say a huge "hell yes!" for being able to edit my published works.

PS Trust your gut when it comes to beta readers. Not every beta reader is created equal. And as novices giving each other advice, overwhelming harsh criticism which endures and feels personal indicates you and your beta reader might not jive professionally. I have not had this experience. My beta reader(s) have been fantastic! But I know it happens. Don't let it discourage you if you are on the receiving end... don't give up on writing. Find yourself a new beta reader!

[whackk-kermitt]

Dear PenPal

Prompt: Write a story that only consists of love letters. Warning: Fluff, No fire, Mention of homophobic Bullying, Mention of Bullying and Harassment, Shameless(steamy)flirting, some sexting(if you can call it that), Some Angst, happy ending Summary: Due to bullying and harassment at Beacon Hills High, the school board came up with the idea to randomly match each student with another and make them write letters talking about their experiences. At the beginning of the day, they will receive their letter, and by the end of the day have to turn in their response(Receiving a letter every other day) They've been asked to keep their letters anonymous.

Important(sort of): I saw a post where someone said high school au's portray Derek wrong because in high school Derek was completely whipped for Paige and I can't agree more. So soft mushy Derek for one, soft mushy Derek for all!!

Certain grammar mistakes are on purpose, these are handwritten letters I'm emulating here. Others. . .I'm just too lazy to proofread- I mean-THEY’RE ON PURPOSE!

≫ ────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────── ≪ Dear penpal,

I honestly don't understand why I'm being made to write about bullying and shit when I'm not the issue in this hellhole school. But Mr Harris said if I don't participate he's gonna knock points off my final grade. Does that count as bullying? I think he has it out for me.

Anyway, Jackson Whittmore is a jackass, and I'm comfortable blaming him for all my problems. If this is you Jackass, your daddy's money means nothing and you're pathetic.

Apparently, we're gonna have to deal with each other all year or until the superintendent gets bored and loses all interest in this project of his. I don't see this still being enforced past a month or two.

They don't want us telling each other our names or anything. which is stupid So I need something to call you. You can call me Batman!

Sincerely, Batman

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Dear Batman,

It doesn't matter to me whether we're writing to penpals all year, I'm out of here soon enough anyway. But it's a half-decent idea for kids to hear about bullying and what it can do to someone behind the curtain, it opens your eyes. Really makes you think about what you say to people before you say it. Some kid in my homeroom was excused because whatever his pen pal had confessed to him made him cry so hard I thought his eyes would pop out of his head.

As for Jackson Whitt-whore, I totally agree. He's never bothered me in particular, but he's laid into some friends of mine before and I wanted to rip his throat out with my teeth. I know I have some serious issues, but that guy has ISSUES.

If we're gonna deal with each other all year, or however long this lasts we might as well have some fun with it. Right??

Tell me some things about yourself..

Sincerely, Superman (the best dc hero)

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Dear Superman,

Since um when? As cool as Superman is, batman is easily better by at least a hundred times!! Don't embarrass yourself, buddy.

Was it Greenburge?? I heard something about him crying like a baby down the hall lol

I don't know what to tell you without giving away who I am. I mean I'm pretty unnoticeable unless you know what to look for, and then I stick out like a sore thumb.

I like

comics

food

starwars

reading

reading about starwars

reading comics

the smell outside just after rain

watching garbage cop shows with my dad and making fun of all the shit they get wrong

dogs

curly fires (I mentioned food but curly fries are in their own category because they deserve it)

HATe

Jackson Whitt-whore good one

tinny annoying dogs

when I forget my clothes in the washer and they start to stink and I have to wash them again

sports (only because I SUCK) I like watching hate playing

people who think Superman is better than Batman

lack of personal space

derek hale

fake cheese ruining otherwise perfectly good nachos

What about you, Superman

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Dear Batman,

First off, not really funny about Greenburge. I talked to him about it yesterday and the person writing to him confessed some pretty dark shit that's been said to them. Videos of them got posted online and how they get picked on in school and online by complete strangers. They mention how they were seriously depressed. (Although he does blubber like a baby, it was valid in this case.)

Second, what did Derek Hale ever do to you?

Lastly, I like:

Superman

Reading

Cooking

Basket Ball

Baseball

Comics as well

Family time

My sisters (don't tell them that)

The idea of traveling

Cats

I don't like:

People with zero work ethic

Bullies

People who hunt for sport

People who are dumb enough to think Batman outranks Superman

People who don't like sweets (can't trust them)

Dirt in between my tose

Mr Harris

Sincerely, Superman

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Dear Superman,

Oh shit for real about Greenburge? damn. I feel sorry for whoever wrote him that letter.

Also derek hale is a douchebag jerk face. He used to tease the hell out of me but I guess he's mellowed out this year since everyone is talking about all the bullying and shit their penpals are confessing to.

I try not to hold grudges- dad says its not good for me- but I'm gonna hold onto this one. Derek hale can suck my big toe!

also dude it sounds like you just don't like people.. fair enough I guess I don't either but damn you do have issues

-batman

p.s sorry was in a rush, forgot to write until now school gets out in 5

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Batman,

Damn.

I'm gonna be out of town for a few days next week, don't sus out who I am while I'm gone.

Also yeah, I don't trust easily. You know the deal with broken hearts. Been burned too many times. But as a result, I love and hold onto people even harder now. So I guess it's a win-lose.

Are you gonna be at the game tonight? Scratch that, you won't get this until tomorrow. Hope you have fun, otherwise, enjoy whatever it is you're doing tonight.

Question: what do you wanna be when you grow up?

Sorry, I'm just trying to think of ways to get to know you better. You seem cool.

Sincerely, Superman

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Dear Superman,

I seem cool? I'm legit a geek with like one actual friend. People just roll their eyes when I speak I roll them back but whatevr

You wanna get to know me cause im cute ;) or . . . you want to get to know me, so you can sus me out first, huh? Well, the race is on baby!

I haven't really thought about what I wanna be, most likely something in law enforcement. Aim high how about the FBI that would be sick!!

What about you tough guy? any big plans for life?

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Dear Batman,

I don't even know what you look like, how would I know if you're cute? You don't know what I look like, so you couldn't even say if I'm cute.

I haven't thought about it much either. Maybe I'll open a bookstore or even a bakery? I'm not sure, those are just two things I like pretty well. Might end up in the family business or as a mechanic.

It's kind of sad now that I think about it; I've never really considered what I am without my family. Whatever it turns out to be it won't be far from home, that's for sure. Hell, I'm down to be a stay-at-home dad even.

That sounds really nice.

Sincerely, Superman

P.S FBI is super cool

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Superman,

I think it's cute that you felt the need to defend yourself about thinking I'm cute. You so think I'm so cute, don't you??

I also think it's cute that you wanna be a stay-at-home dad. Not gonna lie- dads are hot. Sometimes. but like, dude-wife energy you know??

also, just an idea- might take some serious cha-ching- but if you owned your own bookstore cafe you could totally bring your little ones with you to work and it could become your very own family business

i can imagine Superman jr running around like he owned the place.

"do you know who my daddy is, he owns this place, he's Superman"

SUPERCUTE Get it??

Dumb joke never mind

if were on the topic of getting to know each other whats your deepest darkest secret??

-Batman

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Batman,

Sure, Batman, you're cute. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

That's a nice idea though, I like it. Maybe I'll aim for that. I wouldn't mind having my babies grow up and take over a shop I built. Definitely need that "cha-ching" though.

Deepest darkest secret? We only just met, you gotta at least buy me a drink first.

I'm a werewolf.

Your turn Batman

Sincerely, Superman

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Superman,

you SOOO think i'm cute!! I'll buy you a drink anywhere anywhen.

Also ha ha ha, super funny. but if you don't tell me yours I'm not telling you mine. hmm, you do have trust issues so I guess it's only gentlemanly of me to do it first- even though I'm buying you a drink at some point now.

Um I'm finding comfort in hoping you never ever know who I am when I tell you this

I've been talking to this guy and I kinda like him. We don't really know each other all that well, but from what I do know, there's nothing I don't like. But I'm not stupid enough to fall for that trap again so I'm not gonna bother

Also also “my babies” you're fucking adorable.

-Batman

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Dear Batman,

Hope you didn't miss me too much while I was gone.

I know it's Friday and you won't see this until Monday but how have you been? Do you have plans over the weekend? What did you do over the weekend, I should say? I've been home the last three days so I'm itching to go out this weekend.

I'll be at the lacrosse game tonight, then I'll most likely hang out at the arcade with some friends tomorrow. Someone beat my high score on Pac-Man so I've gotta reclaim my crown.

Anyways, whats been up since I've been gone?

Sincerely, Superman

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Fuck you Superman

Not really sorry. I forgot you said you'd be gone for a few days and I thought for a while you ditched me.

Also, I was at the arcade on Saturday!! And just to let you know DRH your score was not hard to beat. Your crown is mine forever champ

What time were you there? What if we're were there at about the same time? Dude that's crazy! I was there at about 5ish and stayed for about two hours I think I don't really remember

-batman

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Screw you STI,

I left about five o'clock and had to get home for dinner, so we just missed each other. I waisted nearly three hours trying to get my high score back! I finally did it!

And what happens when I go back after your letter yesterday? You're on top again! Screw you. All that time and money for nothing.

I don't know what made you think I'd ditch you before, but now I'm considering it. You are the reason I don't have nice things.

In your wise words, “suck my big toe”!

Sincerely, Superman

P.S your initials sound like damn std

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Haha Superman

Don't be such a sourwolf.

Be humble, dude. Nobody likes a sore loser. Its not my fault I'm better then you, I'm perfect.

But hey maybe if you calm down I can give you some advice. I am perfect after all I give the best advice. And I advise you to take me up of it for the sake of your wolvly-hood.

But if you insist on being a sore loser, I could give you a massage to work out the kinks. ;)

-love yours truly, Batman 

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Dear Batman,

“Sourwolf”? Really?

I regret telling you anything.

And don't think I didn't catch that last part. I had to hold it up to the light to see what you scribbled over but I saw it.

If you're so perfect why did you scribble out the shameless flirting? Not confident, hmm? If you're so perfect, why so shy, sti?

I think it’s cute, honestly. But I don't think you could take the heat. I think if we were face-to-face you'd be puddy in my hands. I think your mind would go blank and you'd revert to caveman lingo.

“Huh” “yeah” “mhmm” and a whole lot of grunting.

You're probably so hot under the collar right now you're not even reading this anymore. You're just thinking about us grunting a whole lot. I bet it's so easy to get under your skin.

I wonder what kinds of things you're thinking right now. I wonder if you'll go all day thinking about it. I wonder what you get up to when you're finally home alone.

You'll probably reread this letter over and over won't you, sti?

Can't wait to hear from you tomorrow.

Sincerely, Superman

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Holy shit dude

Warn a guy before you say things like that. I literally choked on air my friend thought I was having a panic attack

Jeez I don't even know what to say now

What the hell am I supposed to say?

Yeah you're probably right about when I get home tonight though, not gonna lie. Damn dude

We should meet I think..

-Batman

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Batman,

Holy hell, I was joking before. Wasn't expecting you to actually get hot and bothered. Thought you were just gonna roll your eyes and fuck with me.

Dude you actually touch yourself?

Like you seriously went home and I don't even know what to say cause I'm not sure if the teachers read these before passing them on. I don't wanna get into trouble.

But I kinda wanna get into trouble.

I regret nothing, hot damn.

As flattered and curious as I am about meeting you in person, I don't think I want it to be just for sex. You know? Like you seem like such a good guy, I don't wanna waste all my time with you on just that.

I want you to like me more then that.

Sincerely, Superman

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Okay superman confession time I guess. Remember the letter I sent you before you took off? The guy I mentioned liking?

Sort kind of was you…

I said before I forgot you had mentioned not being in school for a few days, so when I never got a letter back I thought you put the very obvious pieces together and stopped writing back cause I mad it weird.

But I guess you're just ditzy cause clearly it when right over your head.

I do like you, I wanna meet you. Maybe at the arcade or something? I could show you how to actually be good at Pac-Man.

Only if you want!

-Batman

PS I DID NOT THINK ABOUT TEACHERS READING THIS OMG

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Batman,

That was me?! I didn't even adress it cause I didn't know what to say. I don't have a good track record with relationships and I didn't wanna screw anything up by getting jealous you weren't into me when we've never met.

Holy crap you have no idea how happy I am right now.

I think you're amazing. And I know we've only been talking for a month and it's been mostly banter but I really like the idea of getting to know you better. Person to person.

I’m gonna be honest though, I kind of don't want to cause I don't want you to be disappointed when you find out who I am. I don't think you like me very much outside these letters. I don't even know who you are in the slightest.

I've taken notes about you and tried to figure it out but I'm fucking clueless dude.

I'm nervous to talk new people, actually, anyone, cause I don't know if it's you want I don't wanna drive you away or give you a reason to be any more upset when you meet me.

Sincerely, Superman

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Superman,

You are the cutest ditz I've ever not met ever. You have no idea how many times I read that letter and GIGGLED. Honestly, I kinda hate you for it now. That was embarrassing in Mr harris's class. I couldn't help it your so fucking cute I swear

I was like a 13 year old girl getting Justin Bieber's autograph. EMBERASSING

but you're sweet so I forgive you.

I'm ready to meet when you are, I don't wanna push you into something you're unsure of. But I want you to know that whatever I may have thought of you before, whatever impression I gave you to make you think I don't like you, it doesn't really matter now.

I know you well enough that I don't think any of that matters anymore.

Unless I hate you in person cause you were a total dick.

Then I think you'll have to make it up to me. ;)

I take smooches as payment for being a jerk

-Batman🖤

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Dear Batman,

You really are something special. But do you really think it would all be swept under the rug, just because I made you giggle?

And we've talking about ouselves and our goals and everything but do you really know me well enough to make such a bold statement like that?

I wanna trust that when we meet it will be like a fucking fairytale, but fairytales are never as fun and a hell of a lot more gory in real life. I don't wanna be a downer but I don't wanna be hurt again. I've told you things about myself I've never told anyone. Things I don't trust anyone with.

I let my guard down and if you end up looking me in the eye and you can't stand what you see, then that's gonna break my heart.

Sincerely, Superman.

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I know that you're sweet. I know that you're a family man. I know you want kids and a big happy family of your own. I know you're smart, you always use basically perfect grammar and spelling. I know you're an introvert who like quiet time with friends more then parties. I know you love to cook. Not just because you told me, but because I get the feeling with you shifters that you're a total mommas boy. And mommas boys can always cook. I know you feel things with all you're heart and I bet you pour everything you have into your family and sisters. Even if you don't want them to know how much you love when they fuck with you. That's just what sibling are for- so I've heard. I know you've got enough charisma and charm that you probably have a lot of friends. But only maybe two or three of them would last long enough to be invited to your wedding someday. I know you are poetic, just based on the last few letters. I know you're funny as hell. You've made me laugh a few times. I know even though you seem like a macho sport guy your really a softy. Total hopeless romantic I bet. I know you're a geek like me, a fucking nerd too I bet. I bet you one of the top kids in class. I know my dad would love you. I know you're a werewolf. Which means if I tell you that tonight I'm gonna go to the store and find the strawberry-scented soap or perfume, what ever I can find, tomorrow you'll be able to sniff me out. You'll hear my heart when I walk into a room super nervous, knowing you'll know its me. I know that you care about me. And I know you're smiling like a little kid right now. I know you'll probably read this over and over but you won't tell a soul.

Have fun sniffing me out today, superman.

-Batman xoxo

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Batman,

I know who you are. You weren't lying when you said you were perfect.

I smelled the strawberries as soon as I knew to look for them. Followed it in between classes. Kind of sent me on a wild goose chase for a bit, was late a couple times. The scent traveled everywhere, couldn't tack it. The you came into lunch, you walked right by me.

Your heart was racing just like you said it would be. It looked like you were looking for me too. I wanted to just walk over and kiss you silly.

I ran away like a fucking loser though.

Just got up and left. I'm sorry I'm such a coward. I miss you though. I know you already went home. I'm staying late to right this to make sure you get this tomorrow.

I almost didn't write anything. I didn't expect you to take me seriously when I told you. Didn't expect you to believe in werewolves or to know anything about us. That kind of scared me.

I had a girlfriend before. She had no clue. When she found out, she moved. She was so afraid of me like she didn't even love me anymore. I was a monster to her all of a sudden.

But for you, you don't seem to care. You used it to help me find you. Used your scent to help me find you and you probably don't know as much as I think you might, but that sort of thing makes the wolf go crazy.

Like a hunting game of cat and mouse but without the murder and eating at the end.

Shit, Stiles, you're so perfect.

Sincerely, Superman

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Superman,

I told you so.

But, my friend got bit. I had to sort through Hollywood bullshit and actual facts to help him not kill anyone every full moon. Honestly if I had known there were wolves in Beacon Hills other than the sick fuck that attacked him I probably would've gone to them to help him.

But he's got control over it know. Full moons are more like a girl's time of the month for him now. Don't tell him I said that. Or your sisters! When I meet them I don't want them to be pissy over it.

But I don't mind. The claws and fangs are kinda hot. Definitely not hot on my friend! Ew

But I got to thinking about that night. I kinda liked it more than I thought I would.

I'm still here superman. You can't chase me away with claws and fangs. ;)

-Batman xoxo

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Dear Batman,

Warn a guy. I read that first thing this morning and I lost control for a minute. Hand to hide my claws in my jacket. You owe me a new one by the way. The pockets are fucked.

I wanna scent you so bad. You don't smell like me and it makes me uncomfortable. I wanna rap you up on my scent and leave you there until you smell more like me than yourself.

On a more serious note, I think its time I ask. I don't wanna pry but this whole thing was supposed to be about bullying anyway. How did Derek Hale tease you? It's been really bothering me since your first few letters. Why do you hate Derek Hale? I mean you don't seem, at least from your letters so far, to be harboring a serious grudge against Jackson, so what makes Derek that much worse? What did he do exactly?

I don't really remember anything that could make someone hate him as much as you do. Yet I'm biased. So, I guess I'm just concerned.

Sincerely, Superman

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Dear Batman,

Oh dear lord you're dereks friend??? That's why you think I don't like you? Cause you hang out with that jerk? this is awful I hate you

No i dont sorry

DO NOT TELL HIM ABOUT ME AT ALL

I'm serious Superman. Please.

I was humiliated by him! I dont want to drag up anything and relive freshmen year, it was the worst. Thank god people forgot about it over the summer and it's been peaceful since.

And don't get all wolfy jelly over it, cause I'm over it. Its all you now baby.

I may have let it slip ACCIDENTLY - i talk alot, my mouth moves before my brain can tell it to shut up- that I sort of maybe had a teeny weeny little bit had a major crush on him. the next day his friends were laughing at me in the halls and there was a note in my locker calling me a fag and shit

This was back before danny made it cool to be gay.

I couldn't even muster up the balls to tell my dad what I was crying about when I got home. I spent all last year avoiding him like the plague and yet I still got mean notes in my desk and locker every now and then

like i get he probably doesn't like guys, and even if he did I'm like a fish out of water on my best days- very clumsy- not the prettiest flower in the garden but let a guy down gently you know??

I just wanna forget about him and his stupid face

-Batman xoxo

Ps I owe you a drink, jacket, Pac-Man advice and you owe me smoches. Am I forgetting anything?

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Dear Batman,

Don't be mad. . please don't be mad. Derek says he has no clue what you're talking about. He never had any guy confess a crush on him, and he certainly didn't tell anyone about anything like that. Literally ever.

Maybe someone else overheard and they made fun of you? But I don't know, cause you never told him anything like that. Derek isn't the kind of guy to do something that fucked up. He's an ass sometimes and he knows it but he wouldn't do that.

It doesn't change the fact that you were hurt, and I'm so sorry that happened. Whoever is responsible is twisted and deserves a beating. I'll rip their throats out with me teeth, just give me the word!

Please don't be mad!

Maybe try talking to Derek? I'm absolutely certain he will wanna hear from you in person about this.

Sincerely, Superman

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Batman,

Please, please, please talk to me! Nobody else knows about this and I swear Derek won't tell anyone. I want you to understand that Derek would never in a million years use someone's feelings like that to hurt them. He's a total pussy honestly!

He's been taken advantage of by someone he's gave his heart to, so he wouldn't do it to someone else.

I promise you with everything in me, Stiles.

Derek Hale if not that kind of guy, there's a misunderstanding somewhere. I want to understand what happened. I want to help!

Between you and me, Derek is Bi, not out to his family or literally anyone yet. He wouldn't out you like that.

Can you please tell me what happened? Spare no details.

Sincerely, Superman xoxo

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Derek wouldnt out me maybe, but you just outed him??? how the hell am I supposed to trust you after I asked you not to say anything and then you did!! THEN you outed your fucking friend.

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Batman,

Yeah, I get how I fucked up there. But Derek was down for it! I let him read the letter and he told me what to say. Think of me as his wingman! He wants to know what happened just as much as I do.

Swear on my mother, Batman.

thats a weird thing to write so sincerely

Yours Truly, Superman xoxo

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Fine Superman.

First off, why didn't you just fucking drop it! I don't wanna mend anything with this guy cause I want you! Derek Hale is dead to me, a thing of the past.

But you wanna know why your friend is a dick, sure.

I was sort of his friend- kind of only because I knew Cora. It was a best friend's-other friend's-friend's-friend thing- cora being the last one. I don't know we just kind of knew each other and we were chill. and that's how we met. we talked for maybe three minutes at Cora's birthday party last year and then I literally only saw him from a distance at school. but I was whipped okay.

I mean have you seen him?? he's fucking perfect. totally unfair

We ended up in a group project though, even though he was out for the week- family emergency or whatever it was. But the group got everyone's phone numbers down to go over shit, and thats how I got his number, and we started talking- like literally every night for a good two weeks. I let it slip on night when we were going back and forth fucking with each other that I liked him

I was gonna play it off like as friends or whatever but he said he had to go and then blocked my number.

The rest is history.

Stiles out

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Stiles,

What was the phone number?? Are you sure you got the right one? Derek never got any texts like that! I swear he wouldn't do that to you. Ever. Not you.

If we can sort this out then you'd see where it all went wrong. And you won't hate him anymore.

I wanna make this right.

Sincerely yours, Superman xoxo

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Dude why does this fucking matter? Its not like just because we’d potentially be a thing doesn't mean I have to be buddy buddy with all of your friends. I don't care about whatever happened between me and Derek fucking Hale. I don't give a shit about him. He's old news, loser boring basic news okay.

He's a jerk and there is no way in all his time hanging out with that asshole that called me names and beat me up, and told everyone I was a freak and a fag that he didn't catch on. He had to have known something was happening because the whole school knew it was happening. He may have not been the one to call me those names. Or break my arm and nose. He may have not been the one to tell Jackson all about how I thought he was pretty and smart or whatever I was hyped up for but he still knew I was getting shoved, jumped, and dragged through the dirt.

And just like everyone else who watched, he said NOTHING. didn't step in didn't stop it, nothing.

He may not be a bully, but he's a bystander which is so much worse Superman.

I was hurt and alone and at some point I let myself believe it was actually my fault. I don't care about Derek Hale anymore.

I don't wanna think about him.

If you wanna keep being his bud then whatever defending him and shit go ahead. I won't stop you.

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Dear Superman,

Haven't heard from you in two weeks. I've been reading your letters over and over. I miss you. I'm sorry I kind of blue up on you in that last letter.

I ended up taking a lot of things out on you that I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry. I never talked about any of that with anyone, so I kind of just bottled it up. And you poking and the damn broke. Its not your fault.

You just wanted to help, and your stupidly sweet for that.

My feelings for you haven't changed at all. I still wanna be with you, and totally school you at Pac-Man. I wanna argue over Batman VS Superman. I wanna meet you and smooch and cuddle. I wanna go home smelling like you. I want your sisters to like me. I wanna do stupid romantic shit that makes you blush and get all cute.

I want you to talk to me again.

I miss you so much.

Sincerely Yours, Stiles xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

ps I guess I owe you kisses for being a jerk now

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Dear Stiles,

You're really gonna hate me after this one.

I asked around about it. I don't hang out with those guys anymore. You were right, their fucking bullies. I don't know how I never noticed. They were always so cool and nice when I was around. But I guess you weren't their only victim. Basically, the whole school thinks those guys are assholes. And so am I by association.

You never had my number. You were taking Greenburge the whole time. He told Jackson and them about it and they said they thought they were doing me a favor.

If you hadn't been given the wrong number none of this would've happened.

Meeting you last year would've saved me from a lot of pain. You make me feel at home in my skin. I meet Paige at that party right after you. But you never seemed to notice me and Paige did.

When she saw me as I am she made me feel like a monster, I hated myself for it afterward. Still do. I felt like being born the way I am would cost me everything. Like id have to settle for someone who was just okay, because they're a wolf and they get it. Like I was robbed of being with someone as amazing as you because I was a monster.

But here you come, and you're so fucking perfect, Stiles. You make me feel whole again like I can trust my wolf again. I trust you with every part of me.

My anger, fear, loneliness, my love.

I didn't want you to know who I was while you hated my guts. I didn't want you to look at me like I don't even know. I wanted to clear up the misunderstanding before we met in person is what I'm saying. I want you to like me so bad it hurts, Stiles.

Cora made fun of me for crying when Mom put strawberries on our pancakes the other day. I didn't tell anyone about you. I couldn't. Didn't know how to think about you without feeling like shit.

I never wanted to hurt you but I did anyways. I'm so sorry sorry.

Sincerely, Derek Hale

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Dear Derek,

Saw Greenburge with a cast and broken nose. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? I know you've been suspended for fighting the past few days. But I know you'll be back here today so

I just wanna forget about this. I wanna just get to the good bit where you're all over me because I'm so fucking perfect.

heres my number xxx-xxx-xxxx text me so I can actually have your number this time.

With Love, Stiles

ps meet me in the locker room during lunch so we can be alone

I'm gonna smooch you so hard ≫ ────── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────── ≪

Part Two (Comming Soon)

•Kermitts Masterlist•

[vaya-writes]

Serving the Serpent -AITA 2

A series of joke AITA posts that are about some of the antagonists in the Serving the Serpent universe. These are prompts and drabbles written for fun that reveal some key details of character back stories that might not otherwise be mentioned in the canon story.

This is a joke post. An "Am I The Asshole" post written to help me understand some of the antagonists in Serving the Serpent, and I honestly just had fun with it as a prompt. But it's from the POV of a biggot and as such there is a LOT of language that is gross and potentially triggering. Please be mindful of tags. 

Content Warnings: slurs and exaggerated ableist language used regarding a child with mutism. Casual misogyny and objectification of a child. 460 words. Divider by firefly-graphics.

You are welcome to DM me if you want particulars before you read. I worry that the tone of this piece might be triggering, even if it’s supposed to be a bit of a parody. 

Previous (part one is not posted yet due to StS spoilers, this link just takes you to a detailed explanation)

AITA for asking my sister to disown her adopted daughter? 

Hey everyone. Some of you wanted an update about my situation. Particularly with the kid and how she’s settling in with my sister? I’m kind of glad you asked, it gives me a chance to vent a little and get this off my chest. 

(As always, names replaced with professions and titles) 

The kid had some severe bruising around her throat and couldn’t initially speak. At first we thought that ‘Healer’ wasn’t doing a good enough job. Two weeks went by and she hadn’t made any progress towards speaking again – we assumed she was in too much pain. Then before we know it, a month has passed and the kid still isn’t even trying to speak. ‘Healer’ tells us that that the kid is dumb, and that the issue is a mental one. 

Since she can’t speak, we don’t have to worry about her blaspheming or asking stupid questions. She also won’t be able to seduce any men or talk to any of the Others. But it’s still embarrassing having a mute in the house. For now, everyone knows she’s not a blood relative. I’m just worried that if she stays with us for a few years, people will start to forget. A generation could go by and the next thing you know, the young'uns could start thinking that ‘Sister’ birthed the kid, and that a defect like that is in our family line. 

‘Sister’ was really broken up about it at first. Everyone was sympathetic too, that she ended up adopting a mute. We told her that nobody would blame her for ousting the child or sending her to the sharehouse, but ‘Sister’ got really defensive at that, and insisted on keeping the kid. Probably assumed that it'd start talking eventually. 

It’s been two months now, and it’s pretty clear that the kid isn’t going to talk. 'Sister’ had to come up with a whole charades game just to get the kid to respond to anything. It’s frustrating as hell.  

I reminded ‘Sister’ again that it’s okay to ditch the mute, that we could send her to the sharehouse. ‘Sister’ just got upset again. Said that she is happy to finally have a child, to have somebody to talk to and look after.  

I really don’t get it. It’s not like the kid will ever amount to anything? I’m assuming it’s just 'Sisters’’ womanly instincts flaring up or something. I don’t know. 

Does anybody else get where I’m coming from? I am torn. I don’t want to upset my sister too much. But I really think she should drop the child, I don’t want it associated with us. Is that such a bad thing? 

Next

[pomplalamoose]

So Luke's SO is on her period, how does he take care of her? (skip it if you're uncomfortable with this topic <3)

Hiii anon, thanks for the ask! I was just thinking about that a few days ago so I added some extra ideas I had, hopefully you don't mind🩵

• since Luke is a very caring person, you can be sure he'll be there for you to rely on during your period and truly do his best to make you more comfortable 

• although with varying degrees of success 

• he always means well, of course, but especially a younger Luke from ANH wouldn't really know what to do at first 

• I have no idea if there is a stable educational system on Tatooine (but somehow I doubt it)

• even if one exists, I imagine most children of moisture famers get homeschooled so they are able to help their family out at work 

• I'm sure that Luke's aunt and uncle did their best to properly prepare him for life, possibly including parts of sex education too

• however I don't think this went much further than telling him how children come into existence 

• he might know that periods exists and that they aren't exactly a pleasant experience 

• still it will probably be up to you to tell him about the specifics 

• he will take you very serious right from the very start though 

• maybe a little bit too serious 

• I can totally see him freaking out over the amount of blood loss until you explain that it's natural and you won't die 

• for some time he'll stay wary though, eyeing you suspiciously to make sure you're telling the truth 

• (like a very concerned puppy)

• he'd be one to hover, unable to leave you out of his sight and end up making you nervous with all his fussing 

• please, he wants to help!

• tell him what he can do for you and he will!!!

• PLEASE

• he'll be immensely relieved, when after a week, you are still very much alive and well

• if you tend to have mood swings you'll probably end up scaring him once or twice before he really gets what's going on

• Luke would never belittle your pain in any way

• not as an uneducated young man, nor when he's older and more experienced

• first of all he would never do this to anyone 

• second of all he will be able to feel your pain through his sensitivity in the Force

• if you let him he'll try to relieve it, maybe share it with you so you don't have to carry the burden on your own

• there has to be a way right? 

• if there isn't he'll figure something out himself, after all Force healing is a thing too

• alternatively he'll gather information about herbs or pain killers 

• he'd be so very understanding too

• he lets you cry in his arms, easily weathers your anger and is happy when you are

• the patience he has for you is endless

• maybe not during his younger years but post ROTJ for sure 

• he's very amused if you have the weirdest food cravings 

• also he'd keep a secret stash of your favorite snacks somewhere so you never run out and he doesn't have to go hunt them down in the middle of the night 

• when he can't be with you while you're on your period, say for example during ESB, he'll try to get in contact with you as often as possible so you don't feel left alone 

• at some point he'd definitely know the schedule of your cycle better than you do

• you're suddenly devastated out of nowhere and he'll be like "aren't you starting your period next week, bunny?"

• he'd never make you feel embarrassed or uneasy about anything related to it 

• should you happen to bleed through your clothes or the bed sheets, he even tries to whisk them away before you notice 

• he doesn't want you to stress over more than you have to

• if you allow him into your mind to sense your needs he'll know what you require before you do

• otherwise he'll ask you to tell him

• not as desperate as when he was younger but he still wants to let you know he's always there should you need him

• that of course includes giving you space if it's what you prefer 

• if you're especially needy though, he'll somehow make this fit into his schedule as well  

• he's basically ready to jump at any opportunity to care for you 

• he makes you laugh 

• he buys you flowers 

• and your favorite food or snack 

• alternatively he cooks for you too

• he'll make you tea/coffee/any other favorite beverage of yours 

• he gives you tummy rubs

• or massages to ease your pain 

• secretly he's thrilled to have an excuse to touch you 

• (he likes taking bubbly baths with you as well)

• if you are able to go on with your days just as you usually do he'll be very impressed but also worried

• I don't think he'd tell you so, he knows you are capable and strong and doesn't want to undermine this 

• however, for his own peace of mind, he'll regularly check in on you to see if you're still doing okay

• only rarely will he actually intervene and tell you to go sit down or to remember to drink enough

• (if this happens he won't back down until you've done as he told you to)

• furthermore (this wasn't part of the ask but it's important to meee) I want to talk about how he'd handle this as a Master

• obviously he will be responsible for the education of many

• and due to the probable multitude of his Padawan's origins he'd make an effort be very well informed about every single aspect and difference in physics there is

• like with everything else he wants his students to trust him, to see him as a steady pillar in their life 

• thus he will often encourage them to ask all the questions they want and to bring their concerns and health matters to him 

• he wants them to know that no one has to be ashamed of their body

• if someone is on their period and not feeling well, they will get to rest 

• of course he encourages his students to partake in their lessons anyways but none of them will get into any trouble if they simply can't 

• he would never force anyone through exercises their body can not handle 

• I'm sure he'll put aside extra time for those who especially struggle with pain to show them a good way to handle it 

• he wants for all his students to be equally well equipped in any situation without having to suffer any disadvantages due to different physics

[moonsapprentice]

Me after disappearing off the face of the earth then posting a fanfiction literally no one requested : 😝❤️

⋆ ✶ ✷ 𝔏𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ✷ ✶ ⋆

Established relationship, smut, fem reader (sorry), slightly subby Eduardo, nipple sucking, brief fingering, vaginal sex

Being awoken by gentle touches and small smooches wasn’t the way you expected to be woken up. However, that’s what happened.

You and Eduardo were home alone, Jon and mark being out of the house for the night. You’d spent the afternoon watching movies and kissing and having a fun time with eachother. Once you got sleepy, you fell asleep cuddling as he spooned you from behind.

Suddenly though, you’re lulled out of your peaceful slumber by big hands touching you. One hand loving on your hip and the other halfway up your shirt caressing your tummy. The poke of stubble and the brush of lips touch your neck.

With a yawn your eyes reluctantly open, as you already know who it probably is.

“..ed..?”

You mumble breathily. Eduardo smiles brightly as you open your eyes.

“Hey, sweatheart. How’s my favorite gal?”

His voice has a slight husky quality, as if he’s been sleeping too. However the small purple circles you see in the corner of your eyes say otherwise. He lifts up her shirt a bit for more skin to skin contact.

You seem a bit confused, wondering what’s happening.

“…’m okay…is something wrong..? What time is it..?”

Eduardo glances at the clock.

“…looks like it’s 2am.” He says a little sheepishly, still rubbing her hip. “Nothin’ is wrong, baby. don’t worry”.

“Well then why’d you wake me..?”

You ask in a mumble as you feel the slightest bit of irritation. snuggling into your pillow, he continues to gently touch your hips. He occasionally even moves down to your rear end or up to right over your ribs

“Well, you know..”

He looks a little more embarrassed, which is strange. Usually he’s quite arrogant and cocky. Even when he’s being mushy with you.

“We haven’t done it in a few days.”

Eduardo says in a low voice, making sure to keep his voice low enough to not disturb her too much. He gives her hip a few gentle squeezes as well.

You blush as your irritation goes away partially. You’re still a little pissed he woke you up at 2 in the morning to have sex. However, you’ve also been feeling a little pent up. You also know how high your boyfriends libido is.

With a heavy sigh you rub your eyes and glance back at him. He does that little goofy smile of his that you just can’t say no to. You flip to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Eduardos smile turns into a big grin when you flip to face him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, nuzzling into her neck with a low hum.

“Thank you….I know you’re tired I was just…”

He tries to find a word, but can’t. He just sighs and kisses your neck with a slight roughness

“…it was just keeping me up. I was gonna wait until morning..”

A small moan escapes your mouth as his lips move around to the front of your throat.

“It’s fine.”

You smile slightly, gently massaging his neck and shoulder as your head tilts back. His lips make their way up your neck and towards your jaw, his stubble scratching you a bit. You shiver, which makes him grin in return.

Ed presses his big body against you, making his bulge apparent. When you cup his cheek it twitches in his pants

“I haven’t even done anything yet…” you mutter, amused he’s so hard so quickly.

“…I’ve been wanting this for hours..”

Ed says huskily, groaning quietly when you press a kiss to his lips.

Eduardo sighs in pure pleasure, his legs slightly trembling. He squeezes you close, pressing his body into yours. Eduardo arches his back when you kiss up his neck with the utmost care, looking like he might pass out at any second. Your gentleness is really getting to him.

With a soft chuckle, you press a kiss to his pulse point. Eduardo sighs and melts even further when you do so. Before he can say anything, he simply makes a low, animalistic noise in his throat.

“Whoa, what a noise.”

Eduardo laughs, burying his face in her neck.

“You made me do that..” He says in a quiet voice.

You smile, already knowing that. You press your sweet lips to his neck once more, licking your lips before you do so. He takes in a sharp breath as you suckle on him. his hand instinctually grips your hip like it’ll save his life.

As your tongue brushes his neck he moans quietly and grabs onto you tighter. His eyes flutter shut while you pull your lips away, which causes an audible ‘pop’.

“Fuck…well…I should’ve expected that…we always leave behind a few marks.” He smiles weakly. You simply hum in response, too busy focusing on how his slightly hard cock has become absolutely rock hard in his pants. It’s like a lump of coal was dumped in there.

It doesn’t help that he’s wearing grey sweatpants as pajamas.

With a small bite of your bottom lip you just can’t hold back and you trail your fingers down his spine. Eduardo shivers slightly when you touch there.

“That’s my spot..” He whispers, nibbling on your neck.

However, your hand goes lower. It dances along his body, trailing across his ribs, his hip, his waist, until you stop right above the lump. There’s a small wet spot on his pants. That’s where precum is dribbling out you imagine.

Eduardo’s breathing becomes faster, and his heart pounds in his chest. He looks at Raine, his gaze wide and his pupils dilated. He lets out a low groan. The tingles in his belly turn to fire, feeling like he’ll cum if you so much as poke his dick.

You chuckle loudly, giving a small rub. That incites a noise to escape the back of his tight throat. Ed is gripping onto your shirt for dear life. However, you move your hand back up. You run your hand up his tummy and his chest. He grumbles, feeling as if his groin is on fire.

Eduardo tries to act tough but simply can’t when he’s around you.

“You’re cruel…” he murmurs, sounding like he’s pleading for you to show him some mercy.

To his dismay you just chuckle mischievously. One of your hands rubs his chest while the other pulls the neckline of his shirt down. The man groans as he feels your tongue on his collarbone.

His hand clutches your tit, the other one desperately lifting your shirt up for just the tiniest bit of contact. He shivers aggressively as your hands come down and part his thighs, slipping your thigh between them. It just barely touches his dick, feeling how it twitches and shakes along with his body

“C’mon baby..please…I’ve waited long enough…”

He thrusts his hips foreword a little, just desperate for friction, contact, anything. He tries to tug your shirt off.

You at least lift your arms, allowing him to rip your shirt off and see you in your bra. His hands work quick as he tugs your boobs out of the cups and his mouth latches onto your nipple.

You feel a tingle in your intimate area while his tongue traces your nip. His finger rubs the opposite one. After a minute or two he switches sides, sucking on the other one and fondling your free tit. The room fills with quiet moans and muffled groans from you and him respectively.

Finally, he pulls his mouth away. His face is flushed like he’s run the mile in grade school, and so is yours. He takes your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. You do the same to him, taking his shirt and pants off to leave him in his boxers. His erection is painfully obvious.

He rolls over on top of you, his hair messy and his grin wide as usual. He trembles, the coil in his stomach feeling ready to snap. His hands are trembling along with the rest of his body. Your knee comes up between his legs, tracing up his inner thighs.

His stomach turns into a churning ball of fire when you moves her knee so close. He gasps and looks at you with wide eyes.

“please, baby…” He says, sounding absolutely pathetic.

Eduardo makes a frustrated low sound that comes out in a moan when you move your knee down.

“My mind’s all over the place…” He mumbles before biting his lip in annoyance. You can tell that he needs a release.

You chuckle, finding humor in the desperate state that this usually macho man is in. The chuckle gets cut off by a sharp gasp however, as he rips your panties pants right off your body. It leaves you cold. Exposed. He grins at your state of wetness.

“Mm…” Ed moans involuntarily as he licks his lips.

“…I was gonna eat you out…but you’re already so wet for me…” he murmurs huskily, his pointer tracing your folds.

You shiver, your clit throbbing for just a little touch. You let a moan slip out as his thumb flicks your bud. He chuckles heartily. A soft squeal escapes you as he sticks his middle finger in.

Your face is hot and wet from sweat, your breath labored and your abdomen full of molten lava as he moves his big finger back and forth. He curls his finger forward which causes you to gasp.

“So warm…” he whispers. Eduardo takes his finger out, licking it clean. You frown, which causes him to laugh.

Your eyes light up with stars as he slips his boxers off. His hot cock springs out, dripping salty precum onto your thigh. You’re finally getting to the good part. With a surprising amount of care he spreads your legs farther apart.

Eduardo’s cock twitches as he sees how wet your folds are, how you’re so ready to take him. He could cum right now and be content with it. He bites his lip.

He lines his girth up to your hole. Slowly, very slowly, he pushes the head in. You both lose your breath, his knees going weak and your back arching off the bed.

Once he sees you’re ready he moves the top of his shaft in, then the rest, until his whole rod is inside you. At that point you’re a mess on the bed. You’re dripping wet, your belly is full of butterflies. Both of your arousal is through the roof

“…are…you ready…?”

Eduardo asks, not wanting to hurt you. When you nod he sighs and starts slowly moving. He groans loudly as he clutches your hips.

His heart palpitates as he sees your face, the way it contorts in pleasure as he thrusts into your tight cunt. As you clench your walls around him he moans in sync with you. He bites his lip hard.

Skin slaps against skin as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. He desperately wants to go faster, to roughly slam his cock into your pussy. He sighs and it turns into a moan. He holds himself back and continues his slow, long strokes.

You reach up and gently take his stubbled cheek in your hand. He leans heavily into your touch, his hand brushing hair out of your face.

“…you’re so gorgeous honey…so gorgeous.”

Eduardo murmurs sensually. His hot breath touches your face, making you shiver in arousal. A sweet moan escapes your throat when he goes faster. Your sounds have him doing what he did before: losing himself in his passion. now he’s kissing along your collarbone, working his way down to your boobs again.

He rests his forehead there as he slowly picks up the pace, moaning into your skin. Occasionally his tongue flicks out and he suckles into your nipples or between your tits.

Ed moves quicker, soon enough he’s roughly slamming into you. Moans echo all around the bedroom as wet, sloppy noises escape from the friction between your hot cunt and his big dick.

Your hands dig into him, gripping and pulling him closer. The coil in your stomach is boiling hot and about to explode. He kisses his way up your neck and your jaw, meeting you desperately at your lips. He kisses you with intense voracity. He slaps your thigh, gripping your ass and pulling you closer so he has more leverage to fuck you harder.

Ed growls loudly, so close to cumming. He bites your lip hard as he grips and kneads your asscheek. Your walls tighten around him, causing a deep groan to escape him. You can tell he’s close from the way he twitches inside you.

He slams into you harder and harder, moans coming out of your throat in rapid fire. Your back arches intensely as you get closer to your release

“ ‘m so close..”

You manage to get out. He goes even faster in response. He holds back his orgasam, wanting to please you first. And please you he does. You moan, your head whipping back as your cunt twitches and cums on him. A few seconds later he can’t hold back either. He moans and pulls out just in time, his sticky seed coats your tummy as you heave under him.

He collapses on you, panting and sweating heavily as he rests his head on your chest. It’s hot and humid, your skin sticking together. You heave in sync, panting to get air in your lungs. The oragsam was so powerful between both of you.

He grins and squeezes your ass, knowing deep inside him he needs a second round.

[mamamittens]

I did a somewhat naughty pic for Vibes and Fun Times ngl and it brings me to some fun thoughts

Pic all the way at the end, thats right. You gotta scroll all the way down this post if you wanna see my best attempt at a threesome, borderline smut pose.

Fairly regularly, I've written Nikia as a little... Naive. Selectively blind to attention aimed at herself and very awkward when she realizes it's happening. In part because it makes for fun interactions with Izou and Thatch, who are very interested, and in part because I... Super relate lol

It just amuses me greatly to imagine Thatch and Izou trying to convey this interest as clearly as possible without being crass about it or freaking her out. They're gentlemen, after all, even if they are still absolutely perverts.

Of course this gets dicey when the holidays come around. In part because Christmas is more of a... Couples holiday than any religious observance in Japan, so they probably follow that logic too. And there is the tradition of mistletoe to consider.

At first Thatch is all for it because it's funny and he gets to obnoxiously go "MWAH!" at anyone unfortunate enough to encounter him under one. Izou, of course, gets "Get a room!" Kisses, because Izou has boyfriend privileges (assuming they're not already married honestly, the only authority they'd have is their captain and father and it's not like Whitebeard gives a shit about Being Gay).

And then Thatch realizes that Nikia is at risk with this tradition. At first it's with mischievous glee, he'd love to kiss her cheek or see how close he could get to her lips before she blushes. But then he pieces together that if he could, so could anyone else.

Not that most would dare kiss her fully knowing that two commanders are trying to court her, but still! Risk!

It becomes a tense game between Thatch and Izou to keep an eye out. Intervening anytime it looked like someone else would be in a trapped doorway beside Nikia. Realizing that she was also keeping an eye out and was... Oddly cagey about it. It was a little hard to tell but... She looked...

Nervous?

Finally, neither of them could make it in time and have to watch as (I'm torn between Marco and Ace because they're cuties but I'm going with Marco cause he'd be an ass about it to Thatch and Izou as revenge for something) Marco dryly notes the mistletoe.

Nikia gives a long sigh, visibly drooping.

"...I was hoping you wouldn't say anything about that."

Not one to be a total prick, usually--without it being earned--Marco hesitates.

"Are you alright, yoi? It doesn't need to be serious, you know." Marco reminds her. She wrinkles her nose, face flushed with heat.

"I know. Just embarrassing is all. Do I have to?" Nikia asks softly.

Marco deliberately looks at Thatch, who is currently visibly trembling with the effort to not full on tackle Marco into the ground. Izou is pretending to be unbothered but the white knuckle grip on his gun says otherwise.

"Yeah, might as well." Marco says, unflinching as he registers a soft click of a gun cocking.

"Ugh. Kissing is so weird though. Getting your face all close and shit. Fine. Bend down a little then." Nikia huffs, waiting for Marco to gamely crouch enough for a kiss to his cheek.

He keeps smug eye contact with Thatch the entire time and quickly kisses her forehead before straightening up.

"All done! That wasn't so bad, was it?" Marco asks teasingly.

Nikia huffs.

"It's nice, I guess... Still don't get why people do it." She grumbles.

"Eh, when you like someone enough, you can never get close enough." Marco shrugs.

"Never close enough?" Nikia mumbles in confusion. "Can't imagine anyone wanting that. Good for them, though... I guess. Still weird." She shrugs.

Curious and aware he's being heavily eavesdropped on, Marco ambles behind her.

"Can't imagine anyone wanting that?"

"No. I don't really like people on most days enough to hug. Let alone... All that. And someone wanting any of that with me? Weird. Why? Better shit to do with their time." Nikia shrugs a bit helplessly.

"I don't know, you're pretty cute."

"Doubt that, but if all it takes is being cute then they need higher standards."

Marco looks back to Izou, who looks utterly baffled. Mouthing something about 'not cute' to Thatch who looks equally as offended.

The next time Nikia gets near a mistletoe, they 'conveniently' happen to be under it alongside her.

"Oh darn. Would you look at that." Thatch muses with a feigned air of mild interest.

"Ah. Well, you both seem to enjoy it so have fun I guess." Nikia replies dryly before starting to walk away. Stopped by Izou's arm as he drags her back between them.

Before she can react, they're both nuzzling her hair, lips brushing her cheeks.

"Feel free to walk under a mistletoe with us whenever you want, cutie." Izou chuckles.

"Or not. Could always just ask and we'd kiss you, baby cakes." Thatch grins, hugging her close as she freezes in shock. Wings puffy and fluttering as Izou strokes her feathers teasingly.

"The hell would you wanna do that for?!?" Nikia sputters.

"Because we can't get close enough, doll." Izou responds dryly.

It's about as clear as they've ever been, but somehow she still chalks it up to a joke of some kind.

"Man, they're weirdly friendly and such jokesters." Nikia huffs later, Ace choking on his food as he looks at her incredulously.

Ace, after all, had seen the way both men had been checking her out for weeks. And if Ace notices, it's pretty damn blatant at that point.

He gives a long, apologetic look to Thatch and Izou, who appear to be dying inside.

Alas, this too, is not enough to break through the cloud of denial that covers Nikia from head to toe.

Also, this is the spicy pic, as thanks for reading all the through to here lol

Covered her nose cause the angle sucked lol

Also, for sharp eyes, just a hint of dick. Or maybe balls. Not confident on the specific placement for the hand there and didn't feel like looking it up lol

[oncominggstorm]

11, 21, 25, 28, 30, 31, 32, 43, 55, 60, 87, 97, 104 & 117 for the 123 questions ask game :D (I know that's a lot but there were so many interesting questions there lol!)

Wow curious much? 😝 Thanks I appreciate the attention 😂

Oops accidentally posted this waaaay too soon. Gonna edit it with my answers but it might take a while, hang on please 😂

11.) Hogwarts house

Hufflepuff 👍

21.) Last song you listened to?

Well I'm listening to music right now lol. So the last one that played was Breezeblocks by Alt-J, but I'm sure the answer will be different by the time I finish answering these lol 😜

25.) What was the last video game you played?

I haven't played an ACTUAL video game in a while. But we played jackbox games on christmas eve, which would definitely be the most recent for me. But ACTUAL video game? Probably either Genshin Impact or Mario Party but I'm genuinely not sure which 🤷‍♀️

28.) Do you like chewing gum?

Eh, sometimes. I'm not one of those people who always has gum every day. But I'll buy some every once in a while. I usually keep either mints or mint gum with me when I go out but I don't leave often so I don't use them often 😂 But every once in a while I'll buy a fruit flavor like grape or watermelon or something just for fun

30.) White, milk or dark chocolate?

Milk for sure. White chocolate's not terrible, especially when it's mixed with something else, but it's often too much for me after a bite or two. And dark chocolate is almost never my thing, too bitter for me lol

31.) Whats your favourite type of cake?

I am boring, so just like...birthday cake. Like vanilla with butter cream lol (I say that...while I currently have a half eaten piece of chocolate cake next to me 😂)

32.) Whats your 3rd favourite animal?

Oh man this is gonna be hard cuz that means I'm gonna have to actually rank all my favorite animals rather than just have a bunch of general favorites 🙈 Ok uhmmm I think I'm gonna say bison 🦬

43.) What do you think is your best talent?

Ok THIS one's actually the hardest one lol. I kept thinking of ones and then talking myself out of them. I guess I'll say attention to detail maybe but idk

55.) Are you scared of space?

Ehhhh yes and no? Like I love looking up at the night sky and thinking about space in like a philosophical sort of way if that makes sense lol. And I am interested in science stuff about space. But like, would I be scared to like, GO to space? Absolutely. I think it'd be cold and lonely and depressing and very scary lol. (Not for alien reasons, I think they either are not close enough to reach us, or else they are not hostile, otherwise we'd probably know by now. But just like, for "very easy to die cold and alone and very far from home" reasons lol)

60.) Is the ocean or space scarier?

Ooh that's also a tough one. I mean I guess not really actually, cuz I WILL go in the ocean, just like...close to shore lol. And actually enjoy that sometimes.. Whereas I wouldn't want to go in space even just into Earth's orbit lol. So maybe space. But still. Deep ocean is pretty scary too imo lol

87.) How many capital cities can you name?

Bit of a confession, I am buzzed rn, soooo probably not very many 😂 I'm gonna just cheat a little and look up a list of countries because I cannot handle having to think of countries AND cities lol. Ok so I got 25, but I missed some REALLY embarrassing ones 🙈

97.) What TV show would you recommend to everyone?

Ohh this is hard. Cuz there are lots of shows I love and would recommend to many people, but to EVERYONE...I think maybe I'd say Ted Lasso. I really think it'd be impossible for anyone not to like that show, it's so good. But god I just love tv I love so many different shows lol

104.) What's your opinion on fish

As a food? Noooo absolutely not. In the wild, near me? No thanks. At like, an aquarium? Sure they're cool to look at lol

117.) Do you have a favourite word?

Uhm no not really? I say awesome a lot so maybe it's that lol

Welp that ended up being REALLY long, but you know me so you must've know what you were getting yourself into 😝 Thanks Marce 😊

[floodonthefloor]

Going to try to put my thoughts into words. Might be long. Oh well.

I love your sad fics for the same reasons I love watching sad movies (have you seen Aftersun???). They are devastating yes but it's a safe place to be devastated. None of these things are happening to me as a person. But I get to explore and feel the things your characters feel without that risk. I can feel what it's like to be Rhaenyra as an actor in 'there you go again', dealing with the weight of fame. Or Alicent longing to go back home but too proud and too scared in 'try not to let go'. Or Rhaenyra and Alicent navigating the hell that's become of VMG in 'into the ether', and a divorce. I am not in a relationship or married, and I hope that I never deal with something like what they deal with in this fic (probably won't because Im not an heir to a multi billion dollar company lol but who knows!). But because of you and other books and movies, but thats not what I'm talking about lol, I just feel the need to clarify I don't ONLY read fics lol. I know how it would feel, to an extent.

And I genuinely think its made me more of an empathetic person to get to explore these feelings in a safe place like your fics. I like being guided through what its like to be broken into pieces, and then put together again in such a caring and deliberate way. Like knowing that Im a fucked up person (like your characters) but getting to see that there is an "other side" if I try hard enough and care enough. And the love is there. I know its stupid to say this about fanfiction cos its fanfiction but I wanna thank you for it. What you do feels like more than just fanfiction. It feels like someones reaching out of the AO3 page and telling me that no matter how tough shit gets, as long as I keep loving the ones I love, Its going to be ok. Sorry again for the long message. But I really want to say thank you.

you sent this a little while ago and i'm sorry i didn't answer until now- it just hit me so hard and i wanted to make sure i was answering it super intentionally and not just giving you a one-off flagrant answer and hitting 'post now'

first of all- yes i have seen aftersun and it destroyed me completely and utterly, but like you so cogently said, it put me back together in a way. i don't think i can ever rewatch it!

second. i know i just said i was trying to digest this message to try and answer it intentionally but i've been sitting here for a few days now reading this and i still don't think i know what to say exactly to do it justice, but i'll try-

you're right! fanfiction is a weeeeird thing and so often not taken seriously as an art form and i really really wish that wasn't the case. but here is the really beautiful thing about it, and life in general: you can consume whatever the hell you want, and if it means something to you then who can say otherwise?? not me, not anyone else.

thank you for sending this to me and i sincerely hope you don't feel ashamed or embarrassed about your love for fic. it's not stupid to say what you said, not at all. i think i had a reluctance to admit my love for fic for a while too but have been embracing it more and more. writing fanfic is still writing and it takes time and care and a genuine love for the source material that i think is such a testament to how much certain stories can impact people in different ways.

also, coming up with your own stories is hard! taking an existing story or a relationship that resonates with you and expanding on it in a way that feels good to you is much easier. of course fanart and fanfiction is a thing. they're love letters at the end of the day, you know?

also the worlds probably gonna end sometime soon. why not read the things you want to read and love the things you want to love. you know?? thank you i hope you have a lovely day

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Young Royals Season 2 play-by-play analysis

I should clarify that, as I reread these thoughts and delete some of them, I might be adding some stuff to expand on some ideas, that I wasn’t able to fully articulate at the time.

On to episode 3…

EPISODE 3

I appreciate that Wille is doing what he can to improve things for himself, with both Simon and with his mother. And I feel for him and his frustration at not being able to make it work. Right now he thinks it’s that simple, it should be that simple, but it’s not. It’s going to take a little more work, a little more dedication.

“Prison?” August now realizing the legal consequences of leaking the video, and yet he can’t not be an asshole as he seeks help. “I wouldn’t have called you if I had anyone else to call.” August trying to make it very clear how he feels about his stepdad. I wonder if he feels this way because his mother remarried, because she remarried someone who is “just a lawyer”, or because of his feelings about the way that his father died, and about not having a dad anymore.

I think August really wasn’t aware that leaking the video meant posting child pornography, and this is really the first time he’s hearing it. The other two don’t sound technically as bad in comparison, he probably thinks he can get away with those two. But child pornography? That’s a Prince Andrew level of scandal. And now his stepdad knows too.

And so when Sara encourages August to confess, he already knows that there’s no point, it won’t get him out of it. Because that’s all he thinks about, getting off scott-free.

Vincent constantly singling Simon out and berating him when he’s berating all of them… screw you, Vincent. “I always have to prove myself, otherwise he’ll just blame me.” It hurts that he’s so aware of it. Being in that school constantly makes Simon aware of how much he doesn’t fit in with his peers.

So are students at Hillerska not allowed to order takeout? Or would Wille get questioned by the Royal Court about why he’s ordering takeout for himself and his friend?

The way Simon just went “nope” and stopped working out is so relatable (credit to @themarsbar for that gif, which doesn’t appear in the gif tab so I hat to manually look it up because it’s my fav) . I too would hate kicking my knees up in the fucking snow in the middle of the night. I do love that Rosh is helping him, even though she doesn’t consider rowing a sport. And I love that Ayub is sitting by himself in the fucking cold just to be with his friends.

Rosh: “it’s not because Wille’s on the team?” Simon: “No.” Rosh: “You seem to have trouble keeping away from him.” Simon: No answer…

“I just don’t understand why I can’t fall in love with him.” Oh baby, if only it were that simple. Just because you fell head-over-heels in love with Wille in, like, no time at all doesn’t mean that it’s always like that. You can’t force it. And Rosh’s face realizing that Simon is not a rebound guy, he’s a relationship guy, and he fell hard for Wille and that it’s not going to go away that quickly…

“I know I should feel okay that he’s seeing other people.” No, baby, nobody said that. You’re allowed to feel sad and angry and jealous. Things with Simon didn’t end the way you wanted them too, in fact you didn’t actually want things to end. It’s too soon. These two boys are so impatient.

“Here to see the socialist? But like he’s actually pretty decent”. It’s so annoying how Nils is often such an elitist, but like he’s forcing himself to be. He says something disdainful, but then he says something nice. Or he says something in a disdainful tone, just so that no one around him actually thinks he’s nice. I keep thinking back to s1e1, when Vincent shouts at Simon “can you sing louder?” Obviously to embarrass him. But when Simon walks past August, Vincent and Nils, Nils says “hey you’ve got good pipes” or something, but he says it in a tone that makes it seem like a backhanded compliment, it sounds like bullying, because he’s with his friends. God forbid he might be upfront and nice…

“When you’re struggling, it can be helpful to see someone like me.” Wilhelm realizing that Erik was not as perfect as he thought, that he also had struggles. “So that you don’t feel you have to risk hurting somebody.” Does that mean that Erik struggled with self-destructive behaviors?

“He was always saying that we should keep what’s private private. That’s how we were raised. Otherwise… otherwise people take advantage.” Wille, like Erik, seems to have a skewed perspective of what privacy means and what secrecy means.

Wille’s whole confession about feeling lonely makes me so sad. He really feels like Erik is the only one who cared, and now he’s gone. “Then last year I made a new friend who awakened new feelings in me… in a way I wish I hand’t, it was better not knowing how it could feel…” Crying every single time…

It’s interesting how earlier Rosh was pointing out that Simon can’t seem to keep away from Wille. Maybe he is, but then he picks up the book that later Wille has to pick too because it’s the only one left, just by… coincidence? (No such thing. It’s the universe telling them something… *cough* soulmates *cough*)

Wille realizing that Kris by Karin Boye is basically about him… (and of course dear Henry being completely dense, love him).

Simon being conflicted about what he should tell Wille, because he doesn’t owe him anything, and yet knowing that Wille will be sad about it, and also knowing that there’s really nothing going on between him and Marcus (not from his side, at least) and not wanting to use Marcus to make Wille jealous or to simply be a rebound but actually knowing deep down that was the whole point of starting anything with Marcus. And then ultimately deciding that he doesn’t want Wille to be sad…

Simon watching Wille’s face as he processes the information. He had already pretty much decided at this point that he wasn’t going to continue to pursue anything with Marcus, and Wille’s reaction pretty much cemented it. Just like Wille still cares about Simon, Simon unfortunately still cares very much for Wille. He’ll just have to get over him the old-fashioned way. By writing a heartbreak song…

Sara asking Felice to promise that they will find better new owners for Rousseau and then feeling betrayed when Rousseau is still sold to those people is very similar to Simon’s reaction when Wille said he wouldn’t say anything about the video and then doing the interview to deny it was him. Neither Sara nor Simon understand that Felice and Wille weren’t given a choice, their parents decided for them. As privileged as Felice and Wille are, they still have to abide by their families wishes, even if they don’t agree.

“Can’t forget our golden days.” If that’s not an on-the-nose reference to all the golden Wilmon moments, then I don’t know…

“There they are our fucking slaves.” Jesus Christ, Vincent, what a choice of words. And getting all high and mighty and getting in Henry’s face… What the actual fuck… What’s more shocking about this whole tyrannical tirade is that the Housemaster is just sitting there! The entire time, he’s sitting there, watching, like it’s no big deal, like it’s totally okay for Vincent to speak like that and to treat his housemates like that.

When Walter comes to ask August if he’s coming to the shooting range, and August says “You can tell Judas that I’m not ready to make peace”… the irony, when he’s the biggest traitor of them all…

Simon coming into the frame as the lyrics say “I need you to hear what I mean and not what I say” as he heads over to talk to Marcus and tell him he’s not ready for a relationship… and then Marcus being pushy and not listening to him… ugh…

Simon asking Sara if she’s friends with August, and her basically lying. Or maybe it’s the truth. They are not friends. She blackmailed him into helping her get into Manor House, and now she’s horny for him. August, however, does seem to think he can trust Sara, and she revealed to him that Felice is the one who told Wille who the culprit was… maybe that’s what August thinks friendship is. August probably thinks that friendship is just convenience; you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. He probably also thinks that friendship has an element of idolatry, he idolized Erik in his time, and when he became the senior student and prefect and rowing team leader, he was in turn “idolized” (no, he wasn’t, he was tolerated, unlike Erik who, judging from the way that people talk about him, when he was still alive and now that he’s dead, probably was actually idolized, and August has not been able to replicate his popularity the same way, but since people still followed him as the leader then he thought he was doing fine… and now he knows he wasn’t). He thinks that his friends have all betrayed him… no August, your friends were never really your friends, and they’re done with your bullshit.

Sara rubbing in Simon’s face that he gives people second chances (“and third and fourth and fifth…”), but also kind of making it sound like maybe it’s not such a bad thing to give August a second chance. Maybe that’s the way she thinks now, because she’s getting closer to August… Sara had some very strict standards for Simon and then became upset when he disappointed her, but then she goes and makes similar mistakes, but doesn’t seem to be aware of how unfair that is.

The way she says to Rousseau “he’s going to see Marcus…” like she thinks it’s a good thing, like Simon seemed excited about it… the way she says in episode 2 “at least he doesn’t need rescuing all the time”… the fact that Sara hasn’t been home since the beginning of class and they haven’t hung out as much… it makes me think two things: that Sara doesn’t really understand or doesn’t perceive how messed up Simon is over his breakup with Wille, and therefore thinks that Simon is really moving on with Marcus, OR Simon has really kept all his feelings bottled up since before Christmas and therefore neither Linda nor Sara know really how much his breakup with Wille has affected him, and therefore Sara honestly thinks that Simon is moving on with Marcus (which would also explain why Linda was so enthusiastic about Marcus as well). I feel both might be true because of how much Simon doesn’t want to show how much things affect him because he doesn’t want to burden his mother with these issues, because he thinks he needs to be strong (“eres fuerte, Simon”), and so he has tried to force himself to move on or dealt with his emotions in private)… and therefore, if Sara doesn’t really understand how much this breakup affected Simon, how much Wille really meant to him, because she either hasn’t been there or because he hasn’t really shown her how he feels, then she doesn’t understand how desperate Simon is to move on and how much he’s still hurting. Not only that, she doesn’t seem to understand how traumatizing the video leaking was for Simon (after all, she was only really thinking of herself when it happened and it started to have a ripple effect, with their mum wanting to pull them both out of Hillerska).

And it makes me wonder what things would have been like between Wille and Simon if the video hadn’t leaked, what their relationship would have been like it their privacy hadn’t been violated… it sucks to go to that mentality immediately, that “everything happens for a reason” (not when it shouldn’t have happened), and it sucks because but maybe all of these terrible things that happened to them, as traumatizing as they have been, it forced both Wille and Simon to do some hard introspection, mature in many aspects, and find themselves coming out stronger out the other side… it sucks, because they’re just kids, and they didn’t deserve it… but also the only thing left to do in that situation is to focus on the positive outcome and work through the trauma… but I can’t help but imagine for them a life in which they didn’t unfairly get thrown into all this turmoil…

“I never said that I thought that you would hurt me.” Listen, Marcus, he doesn’t have to talk to you about this. He just said he’s not ready, he doesn’t know when he’ll be ready. If you’re a decent human being, you will back off. And why the fuck bring up the video???? This means that you know, you have known this entire time, about the video, about Wilhelm. You know that, if there are weird vibes with Wille, then Wille is definitely the guy from the video. You know that he’s probably trying to get over him… (and yes, you watched it, admit it, you watched it and you liked what you saw).

The rest of that conversation just boils my blood… “I know you don’t want to destroy something so beautiful.” Fuck you and fuck you for making Simon’s resolve weaken with your gaslighting and your superiority complex.

Sara doesn’t know that August has already looked into everything that could happen to him as consequence of the video, he used to think he was just going to lose everything because the monarchy would not tolerate it, but now he knows that he might even go to prison. Sara doesn’t, she still thinks he might want to redeem himself.

Simon cheering for Wille during the competition, then promptly stopping when he realizes that Marcus is there.

When Vincent falls off the chair, Forest Ridge is still ahead. When Simon gets in the chair, they’re still ahead. It’s some time after that that they lose their lead, and lose. But Vincent still blames Simon for losing.

Also August defending Simon in the locker room. Is he arguing with Vincent because he knows Vincent is wrong? Is it because Vincent pisses him off? Is it guilt because of what he did to Simon? Is it because Simon is Sara’s brother? All of the above? Also the “It doesn’t matter, it’s not real” argument because nothing matters to August anymore now that he doesn’t have the power. All the things that mattered so much to him are now so obviously pointless, he either realizes that it’s all meaningless, or he wants to diminish the significance, now that it’s not as important because he’s not at the top looking down

Wille putting on a sad song because it’s the only way he can process seeing Simon kiss Marcus and Simon not being on the team with him anymore. Everything is crumbling, let me listen to sad music and look at pictures of my ex to make myself feel worse. We get you, sweet prince. Next season that photo album will be brimming with cute pictures, new pictures, happy pictures…

That’s not Drottningholm palace or Stockholm palace, is it? As any nerd of this show, I’ve done some research and can’t match the façade of the palace where August arrives to any of the royal palaces of Sweden… but it’s at the waterfront…?

“If, and only if, Wilhelm can’t stand the pressure to take over the throne…” interesting choice of words. She’s saying that only if Wilhelm can’t do it, if he doesn’t want to do it, if he chooses to abdicate, then August would be next in line. Does that mean that if Kristina doesn’t think Wilhelm should be Crown Prince anymore because of his choice to be with Simon or any other reason, as long as he’s up for it he will still be the Crown Prince? They can’t justify him not being fit for it, it has to come from him?

”This will stay between us”, she says, then she tells Wilhelm without hesitation. Maybe it was indeed just a plan. Probably Kristina did need to get a backup (she does say it wasn’t her idea), but the main point of it, especially the point of choosing August, was to light a fire in Wilhelm, make him want to stay Crown Prince, just so that August will never be. (And then Wille turns the tables majestically on her, pun not intended).

I appreciate that she clarifies that it wasn’t her idea, because under the circumstances she would never choose him, the motherly side of her would always side with Wilhelm, but… the queen side of her wins again.

August’s self-satisfied smile, urgh… he’s back in the game. But he can’t tell anyone. He’s just gonna be smug all the time.

“How long do I have to feel like this?” Not long, baby, not long.

Every time… this scene… it’s like watching a train crash… but they both went in for the kiss at the exact same time. Felice definitely has some lingering feelings for Wille. And he knows she wanted him before, so maybe it would be pretty easy, this thing between them…? Let’s give it a try, perhaps? They’re both lonely, and he was desperate and she was not going to say no, so they basically kind of took advantage of each other.

When Felice stops, her resolve immediately weakens when he looks at her, because she probably got all hot and bothered, but she wants to check with him if this is okay. Wilhelm isn’t thinking, he’s desperate for touch, for getting Simon out of his head, for hopefully finding something equally as powerful with someone else, so he’s not even hesitating. He can trust Felice, she’s his friend. It’s not until Henry walks in that he snaps out of it, that he remembers where they are, who they are and what they’re doing, and now someone else knows. His privacy just keeps getting intruded upon…

(Next episode… ohmaigaddd, next episode, so tempted to rewatch just for the heck of it… )

[thunderclaw100]

Eva let out a sigh as she walked through the hallway of the massive. This way was long and empty. It doesn’t seem like any of the other irkens or working staffs been down here in a while. The vortian had just got done helping out the technicians in the room she passed by. Now Eva is on her way to her room on the east wing of the ship. A long way back it seems.

“Stupid drones. With all the people they have on this ship. Why come to me, out of all others?!” She fussed. Ever since she’s been brought here and tending to the tallest therapy schedule.

Eva had less and less time for herself. Though what could she even do here anyway? The irkens here don’t like her presence on the ship. Some even bad mouth about her while she passes by. Few irkens had attacked her whenever she’s alone. Tallest Purple despise her because he believes she’s taking all of tallest Red’s time and attention. Which is ironic considering it was Purple who recommended his co-leader to find a vortian and make them his therapist, so that he can work out his angry outbursts lately.

“Ok now which way was it again?” She asked herself. Looking from her left to her right. Both sides seems identical and this ship is so big and crowded with many obstacles, that it made Eva disoriented. She stayed where she is and took a moment to think and grab her bearings. The vortian had no clue that someone was creeping up from behind her.

A tall figure was looming right above her short structure. It was only it got close enough for Eva to see it’s shadow, that she quickly turned her head to look over her shoulder. As fast as a voot runner, Eva found herself grabbed and pinned against the wall.

“What the heck?!” She shouted.

She was about to make a scream but soon got a look at her attacker’s face. Eva growled in annoyance. A smirk appears on the other. His arms keeping her caged between him and the wall behind her.

“Tallest Red! You nearly scared me out of my skin!”

“I’m glad I did. Otherwise you wouldn’t know where you were heading to just now, Dr. Eva.” He said.

Doctor, he says. It’s just a temporary title for her ever since he picked her out of the rest of her vortian friends at the vort research station. Eva is a scientist but has take on the task of being tallest Red’s personal therapist. She is under contract that tells her to remain as such for a full month. After that, she can return to her post. It’s only been a week and a half since then, and the irken leader has been getting a little too comfortable with her around. Unlike everyone else on this ship. They want her to stay away from the tallest. In fear Eva may influence him.

“You’re a little far away from your usual station, Eva.”

“So are you. Why are you stalking me?” She asked. Keeping her tone down and not making it sound disrespectful to him. Tallest Red hovered back a bit.

“I wasn’t stalking you. Something’s been tripping the alarms, so I’ve came to investigate it.” He told her.

“Why not have one of your soldiers do that?”

“Because it would be pointless to let them. Besides, I was already strolling down this path. Then I saw you just standing there I couldn’t resist scaring you.”

Red laughed. The vortian placed her hands on his chest and push him away from her. For someone so tall. Red is acting like a little smeet.

“Well I hope you had your fun. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Eva walked right passed him and ended up back at that open hallway again.

The tallest leaned back against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He smirked as he watched how confused the female is. Clearly she’s never been on an irken ship- let alone the massive. Eva stiffened.

“I can hear you judging me right now. Stop it.”

“Then let me guide you to your room quarters.”

Eva felt her face heat up with embarrassment. What would the others think if they see her walking beside their tallest? It might be the only way back though. She decided to take him up on that. Tallest Red smiles and lift a finger from his cross arms to point in the direction of where to go before taking the lead. Eva trailed behind him in a trotting pace.

“I hope I don’t get any backlash over this. I have enough eyes on me already.” She thought.