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srchprtys-kinhelp · 3 years ago

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hi, my name's jamie (or srchprty if you'd like), and i am currently the only mod. (EDIT FROM MOD 2-D: This isn't true anymore but I'm too lazy to make any heavy edits to this 😅) this blog is still sort of under construction so not everything is perfect yet but we're getting there. dni if you like brendon urie please interact if you like brendon roscoe. have a nice day. more info under the cut

also PSA!!!! just because this blog tends to go inactive for long stretches of time doesn't mean we're not still here! both mods are just incredibly forgetful and busy with work/school and keep forgetting this blog exists until we get requests lol. please still feel free to send stuff in [not just requests, send whatever if you just wanna chat!]

the sort of requests we'll take

edits - icons, wallpapers, lockscreens, headers, you name it- if it's a type of photo we'll shove you in it. as a photo, not literally. we sadly do not have the technology to put your brain inside a photo yet

moodboards - if you've been on tumblr long enough to know what a kinhelp blog is, you know what this means. i'm not very good but i'll try my best.

canon calls - if you happen to be looking for some canonmates, shoot us an ask with who you are and who you're looking for, as well as some details about your canon if you'd like. we'll throw it out there for you. can't promise results though

stimboards - see above

memeboards - concept lightly stolen from @/shittykinaesthetics. send in a character and we'll give you as many memes as we can find/as tumblr's image limit will allow that we think give off the same vibes as them

divination - i have an excessive amount of tarot cards and a magic 8 ball named vriska, ready to answer any questions you may have about your timelines or who you kin. you can ask for a certain deck for complicated questions (typically they will be fielded to the cats, but i also have vampire, homestuck, and halloween decks), but for yes/no questions you're getting vriska. i'm sorry. i don't have a pendulum. she's the best you're getting

kin playlists - send in a character, a genre, and/or a theme and i'll give you roughly 10 songs for them. so a playlist. i guess. there will be a lot of iDKHOW and/or the brobecks, but what did you expect coming to the srchprty kinnie for music recs. youtube, spotify, and direct download links included :]

kin positivity - life getting you down? your favorite band doing some confusing shit? the company that owns them sending creepy ass robots after you? no? just me? whatever your circumstances, if you want a few kin-related kind words, send in an ask and i'll try to give you some comfort. (these are only open for sources on the "please request" list!)

sources/things you can request/not request:

please request: any band lore/concept albums (particularly iDKHOW, twenty øne piløts, elsewhere, intellectual property, & danger days, but any are welcome and encouraged!), homestuck, the heart rate of a mouse, minecraft/mcyt roleplays/cubitos, style savvy, the youngblood chronicles, invader zim, slime rancher, heathers, rockafire explosion, scene/emo related stuff, vocaloid(/project sekai) (you're welcome to request things not on this list but we'll probably get to these quicker :p)

please don't request: south park, hetalia, attack on titan, countryhumans, factkin, minimalist aesthetics, agere/ddlg, hospital-related stuff, any superhero movie that is part of a "cinematic universe", harry potter

(both of these lists are liable to be updated at any point. if one of your requests gets put on the don't request list after you send it- no hard feelings, we probably just forgot 😅)

#kin help #new blog #fictionkin #✨📼𝘍𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘖𝘞 𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘎 -- mod jamie's posts #✨📼𝘕𝘖𝘞‚ 𝘓𝘌𝘛'𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘎𝘐𝘕 -- misc. posts

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strongbrew-hamstery · 4 years ago

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#LittleFoot passed away this morning snuggled in bed with momma Bretty and his siblings. He was warm and loved and now he is with his other siblings and at peace. I am devastated, but I knew the odds were stacked against us. We tried everything though. After yesterday I was really feeling hopeful. He had gained weight. He would eat mush from my fingers. His foot wasn't swollen as much and he was even holding it somewhat normally. I know we gave him the best shot possible. I know I likely went far beyond what most people would do for an 8 day old rodent. We gave him 5 more days of warmth, a full belly, and a leg free of its constriction. I don't regret a moment of it but my heart is absolutely shattered. I know many of you were likely hoping for an update this morning but at that point I knew he was dying. I wanted to hold him and be with him but I knew he needed to be with Bretty and his family. I don't normally post photos of pups before their eyes are open (or even handle them!) but due to these circumstances I have been far more hands on than usual. I didn't feel right not sharing Little Foot's perfect face with you. He was special and wonderful and so so so loved. Sweet dreams Little Foot. You are so very loved and I wish there was more that could have been done. I can't thank @jamesonqueenanimal enough for their help with him. I know this wasn't the outcome any of us wanted, but I am glad we gave him our all. Life is unfair and nature is cruel. Breeding is not for the faint of heart. I am in general a sensitive person, but I am normally good with the deaths. However I'm an emotional puddle of tears today. Sometimes even when you do everything right, things don't work out. I'm glad I got to love you, even if it was only for 13 days Little Foot. You are special. You mattered. I love you to the moon and back. Rest in peace Little Foot. #memorial https://www.instagram.com/p/CRej0JLg6lx/?utm_medium=tumblr

#littlefoot #memorial

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hamsah · 4 years ago

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SHE'S AN ARTIST: SHE CAN TURN AN INDOOR SPACE INTO A GARDEN. — canon verse, headcanon dump.

out of everyone in her family, talia is the most devoted to judaism. every night, she reads from the torah before falling asleep. she prays every morning when she wakes up, and every night before getting ready for bed. she prays when events happen, when things become tough. she prays for her family, her friends, for jackson. prays for a life long forgotten, a life yet to be known. prays for a future where everyone can live in harmony, and without fear — even though that stray part of her can't help but not believe it'll ever feasibly happen. maybe not in her lifetime, but in the distant future... hopefully.

talia turns to painting to calm the maelstrom of emotions that tend to build up within her often; she is not the type to openly express herself nor confide in anyone about what goes on in her mind (save for dina, but even she is not 100% privy to talia's entire mindset).

talia detests fighting and avoids it whenever possible. she knows how to use a gun and use it well, but her first experience in having to use it has stuck with her, and not in a good way. if she ever has to use a weapon, she will use it to stun or injure, not kill. this method would be what would ultimately cause her death, but we're just gonna pretend that never happened!

talia's glasses are technically prescription — they're just not her prescription. talia is near-sighted, so rummaging through a variety of different glasses stores with prescriptions that were never picked up were her best bet. they're far from perfect, but they're the closest ones that adjust to her eyes decently enough. she has an extra pair, too, that don't work as well, but she prefers having back-ups whenever she can. force of habit. her favorite pair, unfortunately, has a crack in one of the lenses; she doesn't have it in her heart to part with them — that, and they really are the closest pair she'll ever get to seeing well.

talia is a bit of a recluse, and prefers the comfort of her own home than going out everyday. this preference is a double-edged sword, as she craves human interaction but also has a tendency to find it overwhelming depending on the circumstances. she is primarily an ambivert.

talia has a collection full of disposable cameras, all of which she's already used or plans to use. she's since figured out how to develop them into actual photos (has an entire 'darkroom' setup in a corner of her room) and uses what materials she can scrounge up or find to frame them. a cursory peek into her room will have you find a variety of different photos scattered across every wall.

talia has a hamsa bracelet dina made for her, an almost exact replica of the one dina has in the game, except the beads are orange.

#THE LAST OF US & . SHE'S AN ARTIST: SHE CAN TURN AN INDOOR SPACE INTO A GARDEN.

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blooddrop-palace · 5 years ago

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Project Updates - What to Look Forward To

<3 Hello all! I've realized (humbly) that I have a small following of very nice people that seem quite interested in what I've written so far, and after seeing some mutuals post update-status posts, I thought I should share what's going on with my projects, also. (Thanks for the encouragement, @queenmuzz!)

Updated Dec-10-20

Sons of Fortune

Probably somehow my main focus now, though I am steadily working on other works. Currently working on the “In Between” special short before I start on Chapter 12.

I would also like to talk a little bit about my plans for this story: if anyone has paid attention to this story's tags, yes, I am touching up on the plots of most of the games. In fact, all of them, and the anime. (I already dealt with DMC4. No, I will not tear apart Fortuna lol.) Not all relevant tags are in, yet, because small spoilers. It looks like it's going to be a long while before I even get to the Temen-ni-gru, though. (There is a reason why that event is getting pushed back.) I want to have fun with the family fluff that is the twins each learning how to parent, first.

Hell Froze Over, and We Shall Reignite It

The drama of it all! Dante and Vergil are finally back from Hell, and Nero doesn’t even know his mother is now standing right in front of him. Meanwhile, even I’m anticipating seen how Snow and Dante is going to handle the obvious things currently unsaid... and I have a feeling a small measure of stupidity is still going to be involved.

Current chapter progress: Outline complete.

It's going to feel so interesting, shifting from "Fortune" back to Reignite. I get to write Sera and Vergil falling in love all over again, with a different set of circumstances. Whoa.

And, and... Nero meeting Sera... odd that I'm saying this as the writer, but I have a "I hope he likes his mom" feeling going on.

Also, no doubt Dante's brain is going to 404 when he sees Snow.

Nico prepares popcorn.

This is Not an Office Rom-Com

I have... about 8 new skits planned out. Nothing more written just yet.

That’s all I’m saying about this for now. =P

Hierarchy of Kings

Purely indulgent M/M romance of Vergil and an OC, existing all thanks to

@wordborne

Working on chapter 2.

I know I said 3 chapters only. I might have lied depending on how much I want to write. It's supposed to be just... awkward fluff of a listless part-devil who somewhat-recently lost his mate, got in a bit of a tiff with his brother, and now his children are trying to set him up with the prospective-king-of-hell, Vergil.

I think about this one a lot but I haven't written anything new for it yet, only because "Fortune" is taking over my life right now, haha.

Through the Lens of the Beholder

Okay, so...This story has no real plot. As a result, my drive for it is purely down to "if I think of a badass or cool photograph to describe." There is a TINY bit of plot. Only a little. And I don't know when I'll update. But this is why I'm trying not to START new projects. Four is a lot already! But because this one is supposed to be simpler than the other two, I will most likely finish this one before the others, so I can open a new project.

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Speaking of new projects... Here are things ideas bouncing through my head:

- I still have a prompt from @maybeishouldwait sitting in my inbox. I WILL have it done one day, when I find the perfect way to write it.

A whole, entirely royally late set of Dadgil week fics. Yep. I want to write them. They just won’t be on time.

Written in Ink

A plot-less post-DMC5 story.

I say plot-less. There is a plot. The plot is:

Dante: Damn it, Verge, are you trying to turn my office into a zoo??

In which Vergil compulsively starts contracting strong demons he's defeated, left and right, because he's discovered "the joy of pets." The demons all take on a dark animistic form and things get wild.

A Persona and DMC fusion/AU

I have no title for this yet, and I absolutely cannot start this one until I have finished one of my other big projects. This one will take a lot of big planning, because I am making a new plot, using the mechanics of Persona, with DMC characters and setup.

What I want to write, is a teenage Nero as the protagonist, trying to solve a mystery... probably starting with the sudden disappearance of his mother. (Most likely Sera.) And he meets a lot of "new" people, and even finds new family... and yes, he will find his dad. (I'm thinking he'll know about Vergil, though. At least in name and a photo? Isn't that an interesting difference?)

For those of you not familiar with Persona, the major theme I really want to play with is that of the protagonist growing as a person (and in power) by befriending different people that helps them grow as a person. Each party member and important NPC is represented by a Tarot Card, signifying the type of journey the protagonist (The Fool) "embarks" with that character. There is growth in both the protagonist and that characters.

Again, this is ambitious to try and pull off... but it's in the back of my head. I'll focus on it once I've cleared some other stuff.

Sugar Sweet

A somewhat short-chapter series reader fic... of a surgeon/doctor!reader (barely 30 and good at what you do) who often saves the lives of shady people (e.g. mafia) because you care about saving lives, not the politics. But you do make good money out of it. (Hey, you gotta be at least a bit morally ambiguous if you're going to deal with devils.)

You meet one mess of a young mercenary named Dante, who is totally not human and deals with things like having bullets healed into his back, and he can't reach them to cut them out.

Dante doesn't care about bills for his office, or a lot of the debts in his life. You don't know where his money is going, or if he even makes much money at all (for the kind of specialty work he does? Money's going somewhere, but that's none of your business.)

You won't pay Dante's bills, or his debts, but he will accept pizza and ice cream. And new parts for his jukebox. And maybe a motorcycle. Or a new coat. Or a new car...

And you might complain to him about your dumb patients. Or just listen to him talk about his job. Or you two watch a movie together.

And this just continues. For years.

Tokusatsu DMC fusion/AU

So. First thing's first: I'm a big fan of Sentai/Tokusatsu. What is that, you might ask? It's a Japanese genre, and if you're familiar with Power Rangers, that's derived from Sentai.

Basically: Masked heroes with transformation gadgets, sometimes with motorcycles, fighting against evil. ("Magical girls" but strictly the opposite, a lot more physical combat involved, may involve upgrade gadgets, and not strictly limited to male heroes though mostly a male cast. Also not strictly for male-only audience. Girls like the eye-candy, too. :eyes-emoji:)

Why am I thinking about this?

Because I have found out that: Vergil's VA, Dan Southworth, was the Quantum Ranger (WHICH WAS RED). Nero's VA, Johnny Yong Bosch, was a Black Ranger and a Green Ranger.

...And Dante's VA, Reuben Langdon, had a role in a Japanese Toku show as "B-Fighter Yanma" forever ago???? (HE WAS BLUE!!)

What am I going to do with this info? I'll let you know later. But my Sentai/Toku-loving little heart is about to burst with hyperfixation overlap.

If I ever write this out, expect it to be just as cheesy as an actual Kamen Rider show. Or, at the very least, expect some art. I love Kamen Rider stuff!

Family Fantasy MMO

Snow introduces Dante, Vergil, Nero, and Kyrie to Final Fantasy 14 (because that’s the MMO I play) for family bonding. Yep. Mainly for silly indulgence.

Stardew Valley Visit

Post DMC5, Vergil and Dante accidentally end up going on a vacation when they try to leave Hell. No pairing with the farmer, but instead just a relaxing and somewhat introspective moment of the boys being stuck with most of their power temporarily sealed, learning how to take care of a farm, and maybe do a bit of healing by interacting with the townsfolk while they try to find out where their swords went and how to get home.

Re-Colourize

Otherwise what I would call the “re-colour of Nero and Snow” AU.

What if Vergil was found by Kassy’s family and raised among them? What if Dante ended up briefly in Fortuna and then convinced Sera to run away from the island?

What if we have a Nero who, though brash, is outwardly more soft and open-hearted, and has red-orange and gold colours instead? What if we have a Snow who is named Chiyuki, who wields her katana more like Vergil does, and has a more ice-queen aura about her, and has a teal and blue colouring about her?

This is my excuse to switch up the pairings, but also write Vergil being taught to fight more like an assassin.

Raised by the Blade

Imagine: Yamato, cracked, broken, and separated from her Master... desperately searching for a way to get back to him, and ended up washed up on the shores of Fortuna. Humanoid, but clearly not if anyone saw the cracked, broken, and no-normal look of “shattered” in her torso, that she would have to keep covered.

Made from the power of Sparda, she is pale with white hair... and she finds herself drawn to the orphanage...

Where she finds the toddler that is Nero.

Devil Hunters’ Podcast

Nico “accidentally” finds entertainment in recording the Sparda Family arguments as they talk about hunting; after all, they all share one braincell.

Ascended Monochrome

A white angel remains by the side of Nelo Angelo. Mundus was not pleased by the behavior of his second creation, from the human woman that he had picked up with the treacherous Son of Sparda. But he later discovered that by using her, he could keep Nelo Angelo complacent. Eventually, underestimating love will be his downfall.

Fall to Royalty

A story of where Vergil wins against Mundus the first time, and takes the throne of Hell. But what is he to do next? Eventually, ruling Hell seemed meaningless when there was no one by his side, so he goes to seek out the Lady Knight that he had vowed to never think of or go back to unless he had obtained the power he sought.

Doppelganger Woes

So, I heard Capcom retconned Gilver to be some sort of imitation created by Mundus. I’m all for this! And I’m going to DO something with this.

Side-Project: DMC Tarot List

I started on this maybe months ago; and I have a tentative list oh what characters go with what card and a few detailed descriptions. I think I should confer with

@harlot-of-oblivion

at some point about this, and anyone else interested in, well, Tarot stuff.

#devil may cry #fanfiction #Project Update

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eirenical · 5 years ago

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@takethewatch replied to your photo: @fixaidea found a trope tier generator that looked...

I kind of assumed that baby fic meant de-aging … That’s one that I just don’t. Get. Why. I mean to each their own, but like, I understand the appeal of ABO even if its a squick for me personally. I just don’t get de-aging. But anyways that’s a tangent, what I intended to say in this comment was I misread it and totally forgot about all the other baby fics. But honestly I have so little interest in those that the category still belongs under nope for me

AHAHAHA. OMG, Yeah, there are plenty of other baby fic. I am generally not into BABY baby fic? At all? But I can sometimes get behind kid fic. Like “oh look my OTP or fave character has somehow acquired a child” kind of kid fic? Because that can cross over into found family territory which I-- OMG, FOUND FAMILY WASN’T A TROPE CHOICE EITHER, WTF, HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT???? *coughs* ANYWAY, so yeah, where “kid fic” crosses over with “found family” I can often find common ground that I enjoy. Otherwise, I’m not interested. :P

As for de-aging... I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. I... OK, look. I read and write and enjoy noncon fic. I will put that one right out there. But there is a very specific part of my id that that scratches. On the contrary, there is something about the way that consent (and often the lack thereof) plays out in de-aging fic that makes me VERY uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because it’s usually the person’s friends who are treading all over their consent and thinking nothing of it? Maybe it’s because it’s often used as a way to “redo” a person’s childhood in a way that changes who they are when they’re turned back into an adult? IDK. But the way that they de-aged August (Pinocchio) in OUaT to do EXACTLY THAT, STILL fucking pisses me off and is the reason I never finished watching the show. So, yeah. I’m right there with you on de-aging. NO, THANK YOU.

takethewatch replied to your photo: @fixaidea found a trope tier generator that looked...

But really, unhappy endings? This from the writer who brought us Muet? (Altho in fairness I don’t know what the end of that story was going to be/will be.) On that subject tho: do you find the categories are the same or different for you as a writer and as a reader?

AHAHAHA. OK, FAIR. XD First of all, I think I was thinking of this mostly as a reader, not a writer, though there’s a lot of crossover for me. And by unhappy endings, I’m thinking of the “all light has left the building” variety. Like that one should-have-been-a-barricade-day fic that I wrote where Courfeyrac and Feuilly died... and even then, I had to write a sequel to fix it because I couldn’t just LEAVE IT that way. XD

(And Muet is definitely still a ‘will be,’ for the record--I am NOT abandoning that fic. It is still my baby. I just needed a break from Les Mis for a bit. ;D)

(Forgive me, this is about to get heavy, so...)

Because yeah, the key for me is that as much as I love putting characters through it (or seeing them put through it), if everything ends in darkness with no hope... it just leaves me cold and feeling kind of sick. And if it happens unexpectedly--where the happy ending is snatched away to reveal an unhappy ending right at the last minute, that can actually land me in borderline trigger-y territory. The last time I read a fic that did that to me, it left me feeling jittery and low-level anxiety attack-ish for a good two weeks after, and as much as I loved the fic (up until that point), I haven’t even been able to make myself go look at it since then. I don’t even remember what it’s called, because I don’t want to accidentally put myself in the position of reading it again.

I think maybe because fiction is my retreat? It’s my escape from all the really dark shit that goes down in the world. So, I NEED IT to end happily. Like... it doesn’t have to be everyone lives and shits rainbows kind of happy, but there at least has to be a LITTLE hope that things will get better. The only time I’m OK with it not going that way is if I know ahead of time that that’s why I’m getting into. Like on Barricade Day. I’m going into that darkness knowing it’s there and willing and consenting and, more than that, KNOWING THAT THE BOOK, ITSELF, ENDS WITH HOPE (...and that there are a thousand modern AU fluffy things I can pick up to read the second I’m done ;D).

So, yeah, as dark as Muet is? It’s going to end happily. It won’t be a perfect happiness. There will still be some healing to do. But, as far as I’m concerned, that’s the entire POINT. I want to take all these damaged, unhappy, beaten down souls... and get them all to a point where they have at least HOPE for healing, if not actually healing. Because that’s where the catharsis is for me. There may be suffering... but for that suffering to be cathartic, there has to be an end to it, eventually.

So, yeah. Unhappy endings are a hard NOPE for me except for VERY specific circumstances. ^_^

And this was probably WAY more than you bargained for, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. XD And I always love to talk about tropes and why I’m drawn to the ones I’m drawn to... and why I’m NOT drawn to others. XD

#takethewatch #conversations through replies #tropes #ask meme answers #continued #;D

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spiderofthenight-blog · 6 years ago

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yandere!Peter Parker, NSFW alphabet

warnings: questionable morals, possible tw

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter is Soft Boi™ afterwards, while your busy catching your breath he’s already in the bathroom dampening a cloth to clean you up, while wiping you down he pays extra attention to the places he may have been a little too rough with

When he’s completely sure you’re clean and comfortable, it’s cuddle time. He holds you close and refuses to let you out of his arms under any circumstance

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Honestly, Peter loves his own hands, they’re the perfect size and you already know that boy can work wonders with them. He loves the sounds you make when he angles his fingers right and hits *that* spot

Peter’s favourite part of your body is your thighs, or just legs in general. He loves how soft they are when he runs his hands up them, how they shake in anticipation when he takes too long to tease you. He loves how you wrap them tight around his hips while he fucks you mercilessly into the mattress

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Peter is fascinated with cumming on you, doesn’t matter where, though he does love when you let him cum in your mouth but don’t swallow instantly. He definitely has more than enough photos of you on your knees with a mouthful of his cum

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Good god, does he want to knock you up so badly. He’d never admit it but once he went without a condom without telling you, if he could get you pregnant then you wouldn’t ever be able to leave him, right?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Peter had minimal experience prior to you, some but not much. He has learned a lot since being with you though

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn’t really have a favourite, as long as he’s close to you and can see your face; anything works

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Peter’s only goal is to make you feel good, but he’s too much of an awkward boi to not have it be a little silly, he trips over his pants a lot tbh

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself clean and tidy, but altogether doesn’t put in too much effort, just enough to be presentable

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Peter cries nearly every time you let him fuck you. He always makes sure it’s as perfect as it can be, candles and a spotify playlist are his go-to romantic gestures, he’s in too much of a hurry for much more

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Peter definitely keeps a few pairs of your panties in his bedside drawer for this exact reason, and you may or may not know that he has them

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has the biggest breeding kink I’ve ever seen, like he just wants to fuck a baby into you so badly words can’t say. He also has a praise kink, he loves hearing you tell him how good he makes you feel, he lives for it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Your bedroom, it’s a space that’s just so completely *you* in every aspect, it smells like you, is filled with your things, and that’s all Peter needs, is to be surrounded by you

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It really doesn’t take much to get him going, you can kiss him a little more passionately than usual and he is on you in a second. You put your hand a little too high on his thigh? He’ll take you right there right now he doesn’t care

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves hurting you, he doesn’t really delve too far into bdsm. Peter wouldn’t be able to handle causing you pain for no good reason, even if you were begging for it

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Peter lives to please you, he’s convinced the only place he ever wants to be is in between your perfect thighs with your hands in his hair

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s usually you who sets the pace, but when you let Peter do you how he wants he’ll typically go for somewhere in the middle of rough and gentle, he does you hard but he makes sure you know that he loves you with every fibre of his existence

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Peter prefers to be able to take his time, but he would never say no to you either

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s up for anything you are, and as long as it won’t cause you to be in pain he’s game

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Peter can usually go for four-five rounds on average, but if he really tried he could go all night long for you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Peter isn’t too fond of toys, he favours doing it all himself, making you cum on his fingers brings him more joy than making you come on a dildo, but he does sometimes use a vibrator on you when you go out on a date

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Baby boi is a pretty big tease, he loves to hear you beg for him, to hear you pleading for him, but the moment you moan his name out of breath he’s pounding into you. Hard

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is quite vocal but not overly loud. He’s always letting out soft moans, and grunts. Always telling you how good he feels, begging for you to touch him

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Peter isn’t really that much bigger than you, so he loves stealing your oversized hoodies just as much as he loves seeing you wearing his sweaters, they’re just so soft and smell so much like you, it’s like an eternal hug from you

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Being honest Peter isn’t overly big, about an inch more than average, but he certainly does know what to do with it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Peter is always needy for you, any time of the day or night, he often struggles to keep his hands off you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes waiting for you to fall asleep first, but the moment you run your fingers through his hair and whisper a thank you in his ear he’s out like a light

#yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere #yandere love #yandere smut #yandere peter parker smut

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waterturnsback · 5 years ago

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At the risk of being overly earnest...

All of this blog post will go after the jump because no one should read it, and I’ll probably delete it later.

Today is July 20, and without fail, it is the hottest day of the year. Dark Sky says it is 93 degrees but feels like 98 degrees. MyRadar says it is 92 degrees and feels like 96 degrees. The default iPhone weather app says it is 93 degrees and feels like 99 degrees. It is 7:25 p.m. It is awful.

Every summer, this stretch of days is the most oppressive of the year. The preheating of our sidewalks and streets is over, and it is time to bake. The humidity rolls in to make it a sauna. It is awful. It helps me remember everything.

There are too many events tied to this week. From July 17 through July 24, give or take a few days on either end, I can lay out formative events since 2008. Timehop and Facebook Memories have jarred my brain over the past few days and reminded me of what I miss, what I savor and what has shaped me to this point.

In 2008, Anna and I went to Whartscape in Baltimore on July 20. I took the above photo of Sam Herring of Future Islands there. I used to pinpoint this day as my shift into truly being “cool,” which is a concept that doesn’t quite age well. But we saw Future Islands, Dan Deacon, a Girl Talk side project, Adventure, Parts & Labor, Double Dagger, Ponytail and so many more. There were a bunch of weirdos in a parking lot in Baltimore. I was 16, and I hadn’t been around that before. It was something I wanted to be a part of in the future. It ruled. I am bummed I did not write about this day on the 10-year anniversary two years ago and that it came up quickly this year. Maybe for the 13th anniversary? It was a hot day. Black Dice’s set to close the night got canceled when a storm blew through, and Anna and I got lost in Baltimore in the storm.

Two days earlier, Anna and I went to Artscape to see The Oranges Band, one of the criminally underrated Baltimore bands of the 2000s. Anna was super into them in the early/mid-2000s, and I think they just weren’t weird enough to carve out the longevity and brain space of some of the Whartscape acts. It was fun. It was hot.

One day earlier, Scooter + Jinx played its last show (I don’t think we played again after that?) at the Shamrock Park bandshell. It was acoustic with me, Anna and Benn, and we covered Wilco (three times!), The White Stripes, Silversun Pickups, The Thermals, Cold War Kids, Pixies and I really can’t bear to watch any more of the videos to figure out what else we played. It was a lot. Earlier, I played guitar for Ashley, who sang, and we played some originals and covered Ted Leo. That was the night where Kate and I said we “liked” each other. It was a big deal at the time.

In 2009, there was another outdoor concert at the bandshell the same weekend. I performed alone as Wapinitia, and then Benn accompanied me on a drum for a “Death Valley ‘69″ cover and a Polar Bear Club cover. I played a ton of originals that I know longer remember how to play, though I find the set list for that night when I was cleaning out my room last week and packed it away in a box.

A couple people spent that summer trying to set me up with Elisabeth, and I had been listening to them, despite a couple disastrous encounters a month earlier. The Rita’s/Wendy’s setup will live in infamy. But I tried, and then I realized that I just didn’t care. So I hung out with Kyle and we talked to whole time. I was disillusioned that summer, but I was 17, so it makes sense.

In 2010, I do not really remember what I was doing. The IronBirds were on the road that weekend, so I was not working. I know I went back to Shamrock Park at night and just kind of walked around because I was sad and lonely (lol). My high school graduation party, which doubled as Anna’s college graduation party and my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary part, was in a couple days, so we were cleaning.

In 2011, I went to New York for the weekend. On July 22, Anna and I sat at the Williamsburg Waterfront and watched Death From Above 1979 perform from a distance. It was a hot night. The next day, Molly P. met up with us, and we went to the Prospect Park Zoo before seeing The Feelies, Real Estate and Times New Viking. We saw Real Estate in May and Anna was at the 285 Kent show in June where the band played its new album front to back, so we were seeing the evolution of the Days songs in the live environment. It was a great show, and I think I tried to drink some coconut water and immediately spit it out. Otherwise, Anna kept getting us wine.

From Prospect Park, we went to Shea Stadium and caught Andrew Cedermark’s set to close a bill that had also featured Dustin Wong. It was $7 per person to get in, or something like that, but Anna hustled Patrick Stickles at the door to let the three of us in for $7 because there was only one band left. We were drinking out on the Shea Stadium balcony, and Molly P. told me that she wished she hadn’t agreed to go see ODDSAC with me instead of going to senior prom the week before. I can’t argue with that. I texted Molly M. that I liked her.

Jeffery and Kia were at 285 Kent, so we went down to the water from Shea and wound up seeing Pictureplane at some insane hour of the night. It was so hot in 285. My phone said it was 88 degrees outside or something along those lines, and I got a chill when I walked out of 285. Someone was handing out watermelon, and it was hot. I don’t know how I survived that day. The mass shooting in Norway also happened that weekend.

The next day, Molly M. and I talked about the night before, and I said, “It’s real.” We wandered Williamsburg that day before going to Hoboken to see Real Estate and Dent May at Maxwell’s.

In 2012, Grandpa and Grandma died during the week, so I was a mess (though I did see Shut Up And Play The Hits in theaters, and it was good). I was going to New York anyway July 20, but I called out of my internship and got on an earlier bus. Anna picked me up from the MegaBus and we just kind of wandered Manhattan. The Aurora mass shooting happened the night before, too. I don’t remember where we got dinner, other than we got Mexican. We went out to Ridgewood Queens and then got ready. Molly M. was home in San Diego that weekend, so I didn’t have to walk on eggshells at Emily’s apartment on Havermeyer. Diana was in a fun mood, along with Becky, and Anastassia, Molly K. and Marc B. were also there (and more probably met up with us?). We pregamed pretty hard, and there are a bunch of hilarious photos that are now gone from Facebook because Becky deactivated last week. We went to the Woods and then some random house party in Williamsburg. There are a bunch of goofy pictures of me and Emily in the backyard, and Emily fell asleep on a bike(?).

The next day, Anna and I met up with Dent May at Grand Ferry Park and interviewed him for about 20 minutes. It was a perfect interview, and he tapped into a lot of what me and Anna were feeling psychically without knowing what we were going through. It was a beautiful night, and it was just really cool to talk to him. He was playing Glasslands, and since I was 20, I couldn’t go, so me and Anna met up with Anastassia and went to House of Vans to see Dum Dum Girls and Widowspeak. Anna and Anastassia stood inside the alcohol area, while I stood on the other side of the fence to talk to them. The sets were good, and then Anna and I went back to 285 to see Iceage. It was nuts. There were real punks there, and the indie kids weren’t ready for it.

On Sunday, July 22, Anna and I went down to DUMBO with Anastassia, and we walked the Brooklyn Bridge. It was cool. I still do not understand the logic of riding your bike across the bridge if you are a serious biker, but the views were great and it wasn’t too hot. We wandered Manhattan a little bit and then took the ferry back. It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen, and it was a satisfying end to the weekend during an awful time. Emily and Diana met up with us at American Apparel. Everyone agreed it was one of the most fun weekends of the summer, and it happened while Molly M. was away. Hm.

On Monday, we went to see Beach House in Central Park. Marc P. got the ticket that was supposed to be for Molly M. It rained. Lower Dens opened. It was beautiful. Anastassia watched from outside the fence, and we all went back to Brooklyn together. I was taking the bus home the next afternoon, so Anastassia and I met up in Williamsburg in the morning and went to Co-Op 87. I bought her a Widowspeak 7″, and we went over to Manhattan and I got pho for the first time in my life. It remains one of my favorite weekends under the worst circumstances.

In 2013, it was again one of the hottest days of the year. Me, Dan and Rob drove to Annapolis on July 19, and it was miserable. We tried to walk around. I did a phone interview with someone on the street. We got ice cream, and then we went back to College Park. On July 20, I went to Baltimore and met up with Seth and Ryan at an Irish bar on the Inner Harbor where we were going to meet Colleen for her birthday, but her flight got screwed up, so me, Seth and Ryan just watched the pirate boat in the harbor and the lightning.

In 2014, I was alone in California, so I drove out to Pomona to go to the Viva Pomona festival. I saw Thee Oh Sees, Fuzz and Terry Malts. I bought Worry by Big Troubles on vinyl from a record store out there. It was cool. I think that was the same weekend I watched an entire season of House of Cards, went to The Geffen Contemporary to see the Mike Kelley exhibit and then met up with Jack in Echo Park.

In 2015, I came home from covering a girls youth soccer tournament in Richmond and went to see No Age at the H&H Building on the hottest day of the year. They were good. No one was really there. A couple days later, I got my first real job at The Sun.

In 2016, I hadn’t taken my job at PennLive yet, but it was getting close. On July 23, we went to an Orioles game with a pretty deep crew, and it turned into a long day. It was so hot and so humid. It was raining, but there were no clouds over us. Jack said it was like the sky was crying.

In 2017, we spent a night in D.C. We were trying to use Brad & Mike’s pool because it was so hot, but then it thunderstormed.

In 2018, we were on our way to Western Maryland for a weekend at Deep Creek Lake. I got pulled over for speeding leaving Cumberland, but I got let off with a warning because I pulled over right when the guy waved me down. It was a good weekend. I think that was really the first time I started drinking a lot of White Claw. We got taquitos for the lake house, and it was the best food decision we made that weekend. Later, that weekend, I thought I lost my phone. I didn’t.

In 2019, we were in Denver. It was fine.

In 2020, I am sitting in my apartment waiting for a mattress to be delivered so I can throw out my old one and my futon frame in the trash tonight and then set up my room. I am so close to getting there.

#personal #writing

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fictionalboysarejustbetter · 5 years ago

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Friendships from Afar

Distance creates a barrier of trust. There are no worries. There is always a safety net to fall back on that protects from hurt or pain. Beginning in second grade, my personal goal had always been to find a singular, perfect friend who lives far away. We could talk openly with each other, and I would have the ability to be myself. The plan is that years later, I would meet this person in the weirdest of circumstances, and we would be best friends forever. It’s even better if this friend is a guy, so then we can both fall in love and get married to live happily ever after.

In second grade, the entire class received school pen pals, and while my fourth-grade pen pal was not ideal, I knew I loved this “secret” letter writing system where I am just Rebecca, nothing more or less. Moving into fifth grade, Mrs. Smith found me a pen pal from China. Through our teachers, we would send each other letters back and forth until the school year was over. From this moment onward, I was hooked; pen pals didn’t care what I looked like or how shy I was or how involved my mother was with the school, I could just be me, and they only knew the information I told them. Without asking for help, I scavenged through the internet, trying to collect pen pals as if they were Webkinz. I was convinced this perfect friend could only be found on pen pal websites that look like they were made by my fellow fifth graders.

Starting in sixth grade, I would spend night after night stalking the profiles of random teenagers on Students of the World, a supposedly “safe” pen pal website for kids. Gender? Who cares. Age? About 10-16. Likes? Reading, of course. Language? English please. I would then press search and sift through hundreds of profiles, finding the perfect candidates to be my best friend. This process was extremely predictable, including:

The teenage boys “looking” for a relationship:

Nathaniel, Age 14, UK

HOBBIES:

Photo

Trips

Cinema, Television

Sports

Reading

Painting, Drawing, Art

Hi! Are you looking for a cool guy to write to? Send me a nice message otherwise you’ll miss something priceless.

I can speak:

English, French

The liars that claimed they like everything and speak every language:

Janhvi, Age 16, USA

HOBBIES:

Photo

Trips

Clothes

Cinema, Television

Sports

Sciences

Music

Reading

Animals, Nature

Cooking

Collections

Painting, Drawing, Art

Hello !!👩I'm Janhvi .I like to travel.I have traveled in to many countries .Such as india , sri lanka, china, france and more.I like make new friends.message me soon guys.👭👫OUR LIFE IS CHANGE , BUT FRIENDSHIP NEVER BE CHANGE.

I can speak:

English French German Italian Spanish Arabic Chinese Japanese Korean

The students making a profile for class:

Chaya, Age 13, USA

HOBBIES:

Clothes

Cinema, Television

Music

Reading

Animals, Nature

I am looking for a penpal for our school project. I would like to find some in Atlanta, Georgia.

I can speak:

English

I would scroll through these profiles so constantly that I rarely found new profiles. I was judging every profile based off of the person’s name, biography, age, likes, languages, everything. Most people without a profile picture wouldn’t receive an email from me. I tried to avoid messaging anyone from the United States unless they sounded like a major fangirl or fanboy over the books I liked. I automatically favored anyone from Europe, especially if they had an interesting name. But regardless if anyone from anywhere sent me a message first, I would respond back at least once.

Shortly after the search began, I received a message from a girl named Julia from Australia. She and I were the same age, we both needed a friend, and we both liked reading, animals, music, and clothes. Quickly, my life began to revolve around the fourteen hours that always stood between Australia and the United States. Throughout sixth and seventh grade, we would be constantly messaging on the messaging app “kik,” confiding everything deep and useless to each other like best friends do:

Becca says:

Hey, how are you?

Julia says:

Everyones well... Mum and dad start the long drive to melbourne this weekend so everythings kinda topsy turvy :p

How is your family and pets? Im sorry for my rudeness that i didnt ask earlier

Nearlytime for school?

Becca says:

Lol that is fine! I get to school around 8, so normally ill drop off right before, lol i try to remember to tell you but i tend to forget. Theyre good though. Willie and Apricot are happy my grandma left :-P mom and dad are helping me with my ancestry project and exploding of happiness because I got a position in that volleyball club and my sister has been working and spending money :-P her favorite thing to do

Julia says:

Ahh the christmas spirit... Lol is there anyone in the house who loves your grandmother?

Becca says:

Lol we love her because shes family, but no one loves her when shes here if you know what i mean.

What’s up?

For two years, the conversations would continue for hours, as we both wait anxiously for the “ding” on our tablets, indicating a new message. Julia’s father was a firefighter who fought the nasty bushfires that haunted their country. I interviewed him as my hero for my final paper and presentation in my eighth grade English class. I interviewed him through email after our initial plans to Skype were sidetracked by the active wildfires, and I so proudly presented the information about him that you would have thought he was my father.

One day, Julia told me about her divorced parents. Then, she told me about the twins her mom just gave birth to. Then, she explained that she actually has a twin brother and no younger siblings at all. Then, she became an aunt to twin nephews. Then, her house burned down, and she had to move across the country. Then, her parents just moved across town. The stories continued and continued only within months of each other, not adding up in any way, shape, or form. With hope still in my heart, I sent her all three books of The Hunger Games trilogy since she really wanted to read them, but two months later, the books came back in the mail as undeliverable. The address did not exist.

Unable to admit defeat or accept the idea that my best friend might not be real despite all of the evidence, I started to panic. What if she is catfishing me? I’ve seen that show before, and I even gave “her” my address. Whoever this person is could easily come to my house and kidnap me...maybe I should tell my mom and warn the police. But maybe, she just has a really hard life, and she compulsively lies to make herself feel better? Maybe, she just really wants attention, and that’s why none of her stories are adding up. Besides it could still be her, she may just be scared. She could have just lied and is younger than she said and is trying to sound cool to impress me.

With these panicked thoughts raging through my body like wildfire, I blocked her from kik and began to ignore her emails. I forced myself to just disappear, so then I would have nothing to worry about. I cannot trust that Julia is really Julia, so I will just watch “her” occasional emails come in, analyzing from afar who “she” may be. I’ll search for her on Google and Facebook and Instagram and Students of the World and anywhere else I can look. The emails would keep coming for years and years, but they never held much content to them, and I’m still left to question who “Julia” is.

My Julia investigation was stalled for now, and the void of not having a constant penpal to talk to quickly came back. Therefore, my search to find the perfect best friend needed to be expedited since Julia was certainly not cut out for the position. I continued to search Students of the World with my new smartphone every chance I had. In between games at volleyball competitions, Hope and I could be found by the nearest outlet on my phone, scouring the website for the perfect answers within someone’s profile. We would send out messages together to the nerdy fangirls and fanboys around our age. Every day during the bus ride home from school, Jenna and I looked through the website on our phones, judging everyone’s biographies and pictures. Jenna created a profile too, and we would have three-way Skype sessions with Sylvia from France until the two of them became too close and stopped inviting me to Skype with them.

Finally in April of ninth grade, I received a promising email from a 16-year-old boy from France:

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

My name is Kristopher and Im from France !

I watched a few days ago Divergent and it made me want to read the books !

I see you like tv shows and video games as I do !

I am not fluent in English but I can talk to you !

If you want I can learn you French ! :)

Typically, I would spend about twenty minutes every day responding to emails from random penpals on my way home from school, but within the first three or so emails to a person, one of us would just stop responding. In regard to Kris, I generally liked video games, but I wasn’t obsessed with them, and I had a weird taste in TV, so we probably couldn’t talk about that much. But Divergent by Veronica Roth was my all-time favorite book. As soon as I read that word in the email, I knew I would be responding until he stopped responding to me. It had always been my goal to fall in love with a fanboy, especially one with the same taste in books and movies as me, so I immediately responded with:

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Hi Kristopher!

What part of France are you from? I live near Pittsburgh, PA, USA.

Yes, definitely read the books! They are amazing! I find myself gravitating towards video games and shows more than sports! :P

I don't know much of French as I take Spanish in school, but I'd love to learn some and help you with English as well!

Rebecca

He emailed me back within minutes, and we emailed for most of the evening, talking about books and food and the differences between the United States and France. That night though, my phone battery had died, and it was only for a few hours. After plugging it in, I found five unread messages from him, making sure I was okay.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Lol it works ! :) Good courage to go back to school ! :)

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Hey sweetie 😆

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

How are you Miss ?

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Do You use words like ain't or gonna ? 😆

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Are you OK ?

As soon as I read these messages, my heart fluttered a little. This was just the beginning of our constant messaging and talking. I happily responded to him, and within days, Kris was my perfect, new best friend. The random space he left between the last word and the punctuation of a sentence would drive me insane, but I didn’t have the heart to explain the process to him. We talked so consistently that it would probably be considered unhealthy, discussing pets, family, being the youngest child, aspirations, atheism, languages, food, books, video games, and everything else under the sun. I was stuck to my phone all day, and every time I picked it up, I waited in anticipation for a notification with his name and the random spaces between his words and the punctuation.

The six-hour time difference between the two of us meant nothing, with him staying up late and me getting up early. Between classes, we would sneak each other messages about how our days were going. My week-long field trip to San Antonio, Texas was spent either messaging him or scouting out an outlet to plug my phone into so that I could talk to him. The more access I had to Kris, the further I distanced myself from my friends and family. When my phone would die or I wouldn’t have reception, I would look around, annoyed by whoever the people around me were. Kris was the perfect friend I always wanted; he was my best friend, and I was his. Neither of us needed anyone else, and hopefully, all of our talking and flirting would lead to love which would lead to marriage.

The summer before tenth grade came, and Kris seemed to be growing distant. Supposedly, he was travelling all summer, and he would rarely have access to wifi. I counted down the days until he would be back home, and after one measly conversation, he disappeared again. I sent message after message, finally receiving a response about his brother pushing him in the pool and his phone being in his pocket at the time, so it was destroyed. The summer seemed to be surrounded by disappointment, but hopefully when we went back to school, our relationship would continue to be as strong as it was before.

Tenth grade began, and Kris was still busy all the time. Apparently if he kept up his hard work, he would be valedictorian. Since I couldn’t spend lunch chatting with him anymore, I bragged that I was basically dating this amazing French guy who is valedictorian at his school. Until October hit, and then I would receive the dreadful message that he has a girlfriend. Ironically, this only made our conversation stronger than it had ever been, and he even picked out my new haircut, sending me endless compliments on it. The next day, he sent another message, explaining that his girlfriend didn’t want us talking anymore so it would probably be best if we just stopped. I was bad at listening to these directions, following this conversation up with many, many new messages in attempts to strike a conversation with him again. These messages earned me a nice block from Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat.

My only method of contact would now be email, so night after night instead of stalking Students of the World for new pen pals, I would send Kris emails. I now began to understand that feeling that I caused upon Julia, who may or may not have been Julia. Throughout October and November, I received a few responses that sounded like an automatic email reply, but one email in mid-November stood out, as it was one of the last ones I would receive from him.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected]

Hello Becca,

I did act stupid and didn’t answer your messages at all. When I emailed you first, I never thought our friendship would get that strong !

Guess what, there used to be a time I was really in love with you, but I haven’t dared say so … The one biggest reason was the 6000 km that stand between us ! You were the one I loved talking to ! So I talked to you and you never waited to answer and neither did I.

I don’t know, something went wrong, time changed, I’m sorry I haven’t answered you for long, this is all my bad. I wish I could go back to past to fix this.

This message will never ever be able to patch things up, but it (I hope ) will tell you that I never forgot you .

My mother would tell me time and time again that any type of relationship separated by physical distance would never work. I had never believed her, but after receiving this email, I understood. Why had I ever believed that the perfect friendship would be through time differences of at least five hours? These relationships do not automatically create a barrier of trust, often making it even harder to trust. There are always going to be worries about who that person is and what their intentions are. There is no safety net to keep you from being hurt or feeling pain. Once there is a roadblock within your barrier of communication, you cannot simply get it back after running into each other at Walmart or flashing them a fake smile as you pass them in the hallway at school. As soon as one person blocks the other or the number of unread emails increases substantially over months, that person is gone forever.

#penpals #love #lost love #memoir #longdistance #oops I fell in love with my penpal #those French boys

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softdreems-archive · 5 years ago

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[ A - Z, regarding Austin with Simon B) ]

@slxthargicx

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

Austin is very much a toys kind of person cx May or may not think about it being Simon in the process. He’s not a fan of porn or anything of that nature, it feels sort of like cheating and the thought of someone he likes getting off on seeing someone else makes him sad.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Honestly he’s never tired it, but the idea is more than a little appealing if he’s with Simon. He’d be more into being the one tied up, being left at Simon’s mercy is... way to good of a thought.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

Austin doesn’t like crying at all, so if he started crying during sex it would be more embarrassing to him than anything else. So his own tears are more of a turn off to himself than anything else, not that he’d do much more than cover his face and whine about the fact he’s crying. Simon’s? He’d be more concerned about the tears than about whatever they were doing.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

Austin is a hard core submissive no matter who his partner is, but it’s even more dramatic with Simon. He loves to feel like Simon’s in charge, like he can do anything Simon tells him to and he’d be perfect.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

He... likes collars, and being called a pretty little thing. He likes his partner to be able to say and do anything they want to him, to an extent at lest. Calling Simon daddy, owner, things like that hugely turn Austin on, even if he’s often to shy to say them. Being coaxed so teasingly gently into doing something - playing with a toy, or anything really - by his partner is... love and life tbh. He also likes being a little but that’s a mostly non sexual thing.

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

Not really his thing it’s kinda dirty :c Austin isn’t a clean freak but he has a hard enough time with seeing himself and his body as dirty that actually making it dirty is to much to handle.

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)

N e v e r. Not with Simon, not with anyone. He struggles so much even just showing his neck and arms to people, having multiple people see him naked and practically helpless? Nope. Never.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

Austin: is insecure about body. Also Austin: kind of okay with this idea? Especially after he’s known Simon so long enough, and if he starts to realize what Simon’s actual thoughts are. He may just get off in the idea of being call a dirty little slut <.<

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)

Please Simon. Smack his ass until he can’t walk the next day. Sincerely, Austin.

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)

Austin usually grabs the first one he sees on the shelf and uses that because... he’s to embarrassed to actually ‘browse’ at a store or something and find what he likes most. Tends to favor flavored one when he actually does have a choice though.

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

Kiss any part of Austin and he’s hopeless, but especially if Simon starts kissing his neck the oh goodness he’s gone. He’d be a giggly mess but enjoy it way to much. His chest as well. Austin doesn’t let a lot of people see him even shirtless, so having Simon leaving marks on his chest would be heaven. Just... leave all the marks everywhere. Claim him as your own Simon.

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)

Off. He hates the sight of himself, someone being able to see him so clearly with the lights on is a terrifying thought - but if they got into it before really thinking about it then he’d be to far gone to complain one way or another. Lighting over all isn’t that important.

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

... Simon said he’s not into this but h o n e s t l y if Simon wanted to choke Austin, bite him, leave him all marked up and call him a pretty little slut he... would actually be down for it. Not all the time, but an occasionally extremely rough time? Yes please.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

Austin would never be the one to deny his partner a release, but being told not to, being forced not to even for himself? He’s more for this then he should be. Maybe it has to do with the idea of liking being able to give over full control to his partner. Leave him begging for release, long as he finally gets it in the end. No bathroom or food aspect to this though, there’s no fun in that for him.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

Austin would have no idea how to even handle being kissed in public. He’d panic and squeak and generally be so worried about being caught? Just with a simple kiss. If Simon really wanted to then maybe he’d be okay with trying, but he’d have to get pretty creative with how to keep Austin quiet.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

Nope nope nope nope nope. He’d need a lot of prodding and gentle pushes to ever be okay with even taking a picture normally, it would take a lot to get him to ever be okay with taking pictures of himself naked or in any state of undress. He’s... not opposed to getting a picture or two sent to him however. When he’s super comfortable with someone maybe he would be more willing to like... video call Simon and play with himself while Simon’s away, but actual recordings or photos is a big nope of panic.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

It’s impossible for Austin to be quiet honestly, he’s so overly sensitive that every little touch and kiss would have him spouting some kind of sound. Austin really wants and hopes Simon would just let himself feel and let out all the noises he wants as well, it’s really cute though to see the usual loud mouth Simon get all quiet during something like that.

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

Austin has... never had a one night stand. Simon is his first partner in any way, so he’s a little virgin baby. He’d be way to embarrasssed to ‘plan’ time to have sex anyways; he’d probably just panic if they attempted to do that. Spontaneous is the only way he knows how to do it.

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

Austin would be so embarrassed about it but if he woke up next to Simon and found him clearly dealing with morning wood, or clearly seeming like he’s going to, he definitely would either suck him awake or fuck himself on him - all the while his face is covered and he’s blushing like a stupid. Simon fucking awake Austin would be the best sort of disaster, hyper sensitive (even more than usual) in his sleepy state. He’s not opposed to the idea, or the idea of having cute sleepy morning sex or falling asleep together still all tangled up.

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Austin is a briefs kind of guy, normally cute little ones with adorably embarrassing patterns on them. He also has a few cute little lacy underwear to match the dresses he has ( he swears it’s cus you can see his briefs through the dresses normally ) that he wears maybe a little to often when he wants to feel cute.

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

Watch and hands on, with Simon he’s okay with either, but he doesn’t like to show off himself much - at lest not on purpose. It’s more of a... he likes the hands being on him whether he’s allowed to touch or not.

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

Assuming it’s private and no one else can see them pool or bath sex might be fun, Austin doesn’t know if he’d be able to stand long enough for shower sex because his legs usually get all jelly when he’s overwhelmed.

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)

He likes wearing his pretty little dresses and if things end up getting sexy while he’s wearing one then u_u he is okay with this. Austin doesn’t dress up specifically for it though (minus the cute little lacy underwear ) but he’s probably more confident when he happens to be wearing a pretty little outfit when things start.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

Call him kitten and baby and he’ll call you his daddy mon-mon uwu

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Anywhere let’s be real. Austin is a big ol bundle of nerves kisses anywhere melt him. The back of his neck and his shoulders though are extra sensitive to kisses and bites. Do with that information what you’d like Simon.

#austin 🐱 — — — {{ replies }}#slxthargicx #ship 💛 — — — {{ AUSTIN & SIMON }}

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paladin-pile · 7 years ago

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What “Pilot Personality” do each of the Voltron Characters fall into?

This has been sitting in my docs for exactly a year under the title “stupid freaking meta” cause it was a pain to write. But it’s been on my mind so I thought it was time for another post, based on my experience as a pilot and member of the aviation community.

As I was making this I realized that this might be some good fanfiction material for y’all, so enjoy. (Fyi: every pilot-related example or description I use in this post is a real life true story/situation that I have heard or experienced! Nothing made up.)

I began learning to fly at age 16, before I learned to drive. I got my pilot’s license at age 19 which was almost 6 years ago, and it’s safe to say I’m just a little obsessed. I spent years around pilots from all walks of life, and very quickly caught on to the fact that there are different types of pilots, but still a common thread that goes through everyone.

When I sat down one day in July 2016 and watched Voltron for the first time, I was immediately smitten. It was everything I loved: space, flying, technology, awesome characters, all rolled into one. Interestingly enough, I can pinpoint the EXACT SECOND I first fell in love with this show...

I literally paused the episode here and texted my friend about how I had found the new Big Thing in my life. This was it, this show knew us. As I continued watching I was thrilled to see each character be such a fabulous example of the different types of pilots and have a lot of deep threads I resonated with. I’m going to go through each main character and describe what “type” of pilot they fit and why. So buckle up folks, this post is Hella Long. First up,

Lance

It may be hard to believe, but I speak from experience when I say the vast majority of pilots are exactly like Lance. Even if your normal personality is not like his, he amplifies the traits that are inside every one of us. It doesn’t matter what your personality is like on the ground, your pilot personality can be a lot different,

Lance isn’t scared.

These are the kind of people who live for dives and stalls, pitching down the nose and laughing maniacally as the engine builds up to a whine and the ground fills the windshield. In order to get to this point, you have to be really comfortable with the aircraft, know what it can do and what it can’t. This kind of boils down to the first point about pilots in general that are illustrated nicely in the show:

Pilot thing #1: You have a healthy fear of what you should be afraid of, but you know you don’t have to be afraid of much.

Personally I have learned to fear only three things as a pilot: birds, fire, and myself (the ‘myself’ point we’ll come back to later when we talk about Shiro). Most everything else is a non-issue and might even be considered a thrill. This doesn’t mean we’re not cautious and responsible, but we’re not scared.

True, imidately following this scene, Lance crashed the simulator (which I also theorize he did on purpose), so it could be argued he’s not that great of a pilot, but the point still stands. He’s in training, we all did stupid stuff in training, I did stupid stuff in training. It’s the attitude we’re talking about here.

* Side dish for thought: I see a lot of the fandom throwing around the term ‘cargo pilot’ like it’s some sort of insult, or ‘oh that’s so boring and has no prestige whatsoever’ but let me set one thing straight: being a cargo pilot is the BOMB, and I would take that over being a fighter any day.

Flying a 180 ton aircraft filled with supplies or troops through canyons and around mountains, low enough to trim bushes and kick up sand, and the satisfaction of yelling “5 tons of toilet paper comin’ in hot!” into the comms is an end in itself. The poor grunts in the back are strapped in like sardines and trying not to hurl at your erratic maneuvers, but they don’t complain cause they know you have to stay low and move crazy to avoid enemy fire. You and your Thicc Baby are proud as anything when every load is delivered safely, whether its potatoes or tanks. (From what we see in Voltron it seems Lance didn’t want to be a cargo pilot, but I have to admit it would have fit him pretty well.)

#2 Talking to your aircraft

There is not a pilot on the face of the Earth that does not talk to their aircraft like it is a sentinent being, and treat it accordingly. No matter how big and tough we are, you can always catch us patting our ship with a dopey smile and gooey eyes, cooing “Hey Beautiful” or any other myriad of pet names. It’s a thing, everybody does it. I don’t pretend to know the psychology.

Keith

Ok story time.

A few years back, I took a nurse’s assistant course and worked in a elderly care home. It was an awful place. Elderly folks who had no family lived in small, dirty rooms, no longer able to care for themselves or sometimes even communicate. I knew everyone on the floor, and tried to show them love as much as possible in their often abusive situation.

One such person was a tall gangly man in his nineties. He was confined to a wheelchair, never made eye contact, and never spoke. Every mealtime we would take him into the cafeteria and sit with him, spoon-feeding because his hands shook too much to hold a utensil. We were encouraged to talk to him as much as we could, even though he never responded and none of us were sure just how mentally present he was.

One time I went into his room, I noticed something. On the rickety table at the end of his bed was a small, dusty photo frame. It held a picture of dashing young man in an Air Force uniform with sharp eyes and half-smirk, a curly-haired little girl in his arms. One of the nurses told me that was him and his daughter. Since we now had a little something in common, I decided to bring it up at the next mealtime.

“Sooo, I saw your picture on the end table,” I hedged, holding out a spoonful of potatoes. I didn’t expect a response, and sure enough, he remained staring at the table blankly.

“You were in the Air Force, huh? That’s pretty neat. I’m a pilot too, but I’ve haven’t flown anything very exciting.” I held the spoon to his mouth and he took it, swallowing slowly.

“P-38’s or P-51’s are my favorite,” I rambled, scraping together the creamed peas. “There’s something about the sound of that Merlin engine that can’t be beat!” I hummed and shook my head with nostalgia. The fighter planes from WW2 had always been my favorite. With the next bite ready, I turned back to him, and almost dropped the spoon in shock.

His head was lifted, back straight, staring at me with such intensity I almost thought he would leap out of the seat. My mouth hung open, spoon frozen midair, and for a moment I sat there in disbelief. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes, bright and fiery, overflowing with words he couldn’t speak. Finally, I recovered enough to smile, wishing I could hear what he wanted to say.

“I love flying,” I whispered, “There’s nothing like it, is there?” His eyes stayed locked on mine, and it was a long time before he could be coaxed into taking another mouthful.

Here’s where I’m going with this. Pilots like Keith are from an era that no longer exists. His are the type we can only find in the silent annals of history, like WW1 and 2. Pilots who were called “knights of the air,” unorthodox and brave in every sense of the word. Cutting out engines and making impossible maneuvers that pushed themselves and their aircraft to the limits and beyond. Split-second, all or nothing stunts that shouldn't have worked but did, pilots that flew by pure instinct and blood running like fire through their veins. Pilots who couldn’t let go of the controls when they landed because they had been gripping them too hard, too long. Pilots who would wait till the very last second to bail out of a burning plane so they could direct it to crash into a target, pilots who coaxed their plane to finish a mission even though half of it was missing, oil was smearing over the canopy, and hydraulic fluid was dripping down their legs. Pilots that got into a new plane that had just been designed and no one knew what it could even do, and flew it anyway. Kamikaze pilots who put their plane into a dive toward a target, knowing it would be the last thing they ever did.

They fought a war, some of them won, and they all disappeared.

The nature of air war isn't like that anymore--with the advent of supersonic jets and drones, the era of the fighter pilot is all but gone, and the gritty sword fights in the sky have become extinct. Even those who are fighter pilots today are given strict guidelines, and risks are reduced to a minimum.

Pilots like Keith don’t exist anymore because they are not born, they are only made under certain circumstances.

The closest you will get to those kind of pilots today are probably bush pilots, they’re pretty much the only ones left that push everything to the limits, fly with no rules, and rely on instinct. But for now, that spirit of Keith, that “you fight like a Galra,” drive, that extra sense and lion-heartedness...are only found in museums, in monuments, and in gravestones.

Shiro

Shiro is a classic fit to what we call a “Jet Jockey.” Responsible, hero-type, yet still a massive dork; the guy you’d see in charge of the Thunderbird demonstration team. He’s a leader, calm, charming, and fierce. It’s in the blood, in the way they walk and smile. When you hear the term ‘you got it or you don’t,” these people definitely “got it.”

They’re perfect, polished in the exterior, but what you sometimes will not notice is their vulnerability. Most all of them have lost close friends, hold some kind of loneliness or sadness in their chest, something that only the love of the air can soothe. Be nice to these guys. People like to put them on a pedestal, but they need human companionship to not let lost in the sky.

I’d like to take a moment here to share my insights from aviation relating to Shiro, namely, Pilot Error, and the Kerberos mission. I see a lot of content in the fandom of Keith and the Holts being outraged that anyone could suggest that the Kerberos crash was caused by pilot error. The typical response is along the lines of, “Shiro was the best, the brightest, most skilled and responsible student, he would NEVER make a mistake like that.”

That’s bullshit and every pilot knows it.

From our very first day in flight school, this concept was drilled into us until we could recite it in our sleep. Mistakes happen to everyone, no matter how good you are or how much experience you have. You think, “Oh I would never do that” or that just because so-and-so is legendary they can do no wrong. It happens every day and the best pilots are not immune. The vast majority of crashes are caused by errors by pilots who are not dummies. It’s the go-to answer when no one is quite sure what happened because it’s the most likely reason. It sobers the rest of us, thinking “that could easily be me,” but we don’t doubt it or get outraged cause we know it can happen to the best of us.

People are prone to make mistakes for no reason, when we know better. It just…didn’t even cross your mind at the time. You thought you were doing the right thing. It’s happened to me personally and I very nearly got killed, but it really opened my eyes to the whole issue.

Semi-related to this is a theory I’ve been toying with: that Shiro getting chosen to pilot the Kerberos mission was a controversial and even scandalous decision. Here’s the cold hard facts: There is no way Shiro was the most experienced pilot at the Garrison. Even if he was a prodigy and had insane natural talent, someone that young just does not have the experience that an older pilot that had been flying for years would have under his belt. Shiro was probably so good that some of the higher-ups at the Garrison wanted to assign him to Kerberos, but the other portion were against it, saying it wasn’t smart to be sending someone so inexperienced, no matter how good he was. When the Kerberos crew disappeared, it could easily have become a huge, maybe even public scandal, where the people who opposed the decision were crying “I told you so!” and citing what a mistake it was to assign someone so young.

The youngest astronaut NASA ever sent to space was 32 years old, and she certainly wasn’t in charge of anything at the time. The youngest person ever in space was a 25-year old Russian cosmonaut named Titov who was essentially strapped into a capsule and launched into orbit to test what happened to the human body in zero gravity for 24 hours (not pleasant, they found out). He was also the second human to go to space, when we knew pretty much nothing about anything. I can’t imagine the guts this guy had, knowing he was going up as an experiment. The whole story is worth checking out. Honestly this sounds more like something the Garrison would do, and the whole situation adds to the suspicion that something is fishy in the place.

Experience rules, I cannot emphasize this enough. It doesn’t matter how “good” you are or how fast you learn, the guy with more experience will always be better than you, no matter how old they are. For Shiro to be the most experienced at such a young age, all the other older pilots and instructors would have to be dead or medically disqualified, or something.

Short end of it is, there is no way Shiro was the best pilot at the Garrison, or the best choice for the mission. Even if he was a prodigy and at the top of his class, which I’m sure he was, that’s not what the higher-ups use to make a decision. Of course, this whole theory might be moot. The creators most likely put Shiro on the Kerberos mission for plot reasons only, but realistically is a little different story.

Hunk

Hunk’s category of pilots hold a special place in my heart: the mechanics. They probably otherwise would not be pilots, but it’s convenient to be able to fly the stuff when they’re running checks. Always covered in grease, their second home is in the hangar, tending to the planes like a kind doctor to a child with the flu. They listen to the aircraft. It’s more of a technical relationship, not quite as mystical as the other pilots tend to portray it. For the Hunk-type, it’s dissected into moving parts.

These folks are NICE. My best friend in training was a mechanic named Bob, who was a ray of sunshine and the sweetest guy absolutely ever. He was also HUMONGOUS, and it was always a kick to seem him squeezing into a tiny Cessna 150 with a squinty-eyed smile and a cheerful “Let’s see how she does!” He would never fly more than a few trips around the pattern.

“Nothing major,” he would say. “I’m not gonna do any crazy stuff like these guys,” *points thumb over shoulder at the Lance-like pilots drinking coffee* “Just little trip around the pattern so I can check out what I did without having to wait for another pilot to take ‘em up.”

They talk up a storm, they ramble. Mechanics tend to make fun of pilots for knowing nothing about how the airplane works, and have gut intuition like no one else. You LISTEN to these guys when they have a hunch or you. will. die.

Pidge

Pidge’s type of pilots are fun to be around. Curious, in the learning stage, usually teenagers, enthusiastic and eager, wanting to be a pilot for the intellectually stimulating reasons (“I read all the fighter manuals”).

I’m reminded of one of the students who was training at the same time I was. 5’4, short cropped hair, large aviator sunglasses, devouring the training books with quick wit and banter with the instructors. She also would roll up to the hanger in her sporty convertible right after getting her drivers license, blaring “Sexy Back” loud enough to shake the propellers off the nearest aircraft.

They may not have the ingrained, primal love for hardcore flying that pilots like Lance, Keith and Shiro have, but to them it’s cool and they love it for their own reasons. It’s a stepping stone to something greater, more knowledge, laid out before them like the rolling landscape far, far below.

Allura

When we’re sorting Voltron characters into pilot categories, Allura drops with a perfect little clink into the box marked Female Helicopter Pilots.

If you’re looking for folks that are Tough, who can catch grenades in their teeth while brandishing two sub-machine guns and walking through fire, you’ve come to the right place. Arnold Schwarzenegger's got nothing on these women. Don’t cross them, they can most likely bench press their own helicopter. They instantly generate mad respect, you feel like bowing whenever they walk in a room.

Fixed-wing pilots and helicopter pilots are two very different breeds, and usually are very loyal to their respective aircrafts. Most airplane pilots wouldn’t be caught dead in a helicopter and vice versa. Of course there are exceptions, but the accepted culture is for the two groups to rib each other, kinda like cat people vs dog people.

These pilots have a beaming smile and deceptively sweet twinkle eyes. These are people who have whipped the butts of every obstacle given to mankind, stared death in the face and beat it with their bare fists. I might be exaggerating here, but this is the feeling one gets when coming across these women.

Coran

Oh Coran, you are one of the most iconic pilot types, and the one folks are most likely to encounter hanging around any small airport. The middle-aged-and-older folks that fly to to other cities for lunches, dubbed “$100 hamburgers.” They are chipper, wear shorts and Hawaiian shirts, and like to reminisce about the good old days. I am not exaggerating. Most of them are hobby flyers or retirees with eccentric senses of humor and very large amounts of money, maybe more than one plane and an antique car. If you start talking to one, be prepared to spend a while. They are a bottomless well of tall stories of glory, belly laughter, and that snark and slightly odd sense of humor that can turn dark if the right subject is brought up.

All together, pilots are a colorful bunch. Most everyone fits into these basic categories, but there’s a common thread through it all. Love, almost to addiction. Once we get in and taste the crisp air aloft, feel the vibration of the aircraft beneath our fingers, hear that ethereal voice speak to us. There’s no going back. It calls and calls and calls, and the farthest star is too close to hang our dreams.

Hope this has been helpful or interesting to someone. Please feel free to come by and talk to me about anything!

#pal meta #Voltron #Lance #Keith #Shiro #Hunk #Pidge #Allura #Coran #aviation #pilots

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newamericanaroleplay · 5 years ago

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“SURVIVORS CAN’T ALWAYS CHOOSE THEIR METHODS.”

N A M E → Samuel Bautista

S T A T U S → ★★★

A G E → 31

PRONOUNS → he/him

N E I G H B O R H O O D → Downtown Brooklyn

O C C U P A T I O N → Security Guard at the MET Museum

TRIGGERS: miscarriage, war, amputation, drug addiction

P A S T →

Samuel Bautista’s childhood was average. There was nothing storybook about it. Neither was it hellish in any way. But then, that could be said about much of Samuel’s life. Born to Sonia and Ethan Bautista, Samuel lived a rather sheltered life. His mother coddled him – her rainbow baby – and his father indulged his every whim. For all intents and purposes, Sammy’s life was perfect.

Looking back, the majority of that perfect life was spent surrounded by family. The Bautista’s had always been a close-knit family. Sonia and Ethan had been the fairytale young lovers– best friends throughout their high school years, falling in love during their college careers, and marrying directly after graduation. It had seemed as if life had nothing but happiness in store for the two, but five years into their marriage, they’d suffered multiple miscarriages and it looked as if they were on the verge of divorce. That was, of course, until Sonia discovered that she was once again pregnant. The pregnancy was relatively easy, but neither Sonia nor Ethan were hopeful that it would end any differently than the others had. It was almost metaphoric, then, that Samuel was born on December 24th, a long-awaited gift for his parents.

As a child, Samuel was mostly soft-spoken and even tempered. His mother boasted that there was no easier child than Samuel. He was a good student, and never really acted up. What he lacked in words, Samuel made up for in artistic talent. He loved to draw and paint, watching the colors bleed together to create something new, but what he loved more than anything in the world was photography. It was a love that had been passed on to him by his grandfather, who’d gifted Samuel with his first camera at the age of seven and taught the boy all about the process of developing film. He loved the intricacy of it and, in his childhood innocence, vowed to remain true to the art.

This love followed Samuel throughout life. As a youngster, the majority of his photos featured the girl next door – the girl whom his young heart adored, and who he’d dreamed up an entire future with; having been indoctrinated from a young age with the tales of his parents’ endless love, Samuel had convinced himself that love was always like that: magical and destined.

Those dreams all came crashing down around him, though, at the end of senior year when Veronica disappeared. One day, she was there, listening while Samuel discussed the various colleges that had offered him scholarships on the premise of him playing baseball for them, and the next, he was sitting on his bed as his father explained that she was gone.

After that, the decision to leave home for college was easier. Samuel moved to California and hardly looked back at Chicago. The four years of college flew by and before he knew it, he was once again standing at a precipice – the decision of whether or not to pursue a professional baseball career. Given the political situation at the time, Samuel thought it more honorable to enlist. His mother cried and his father cursed when he called to announce his decision, but neither attempted to sway him from his decision.

P R E S E N T →

War, though, was like nothing Samuel had seen before. Though Samuel had been able to shoot a target since the age of ten, nothing could’ve prepared him for the atrocities he’d see. Samuel comforted himself with the knowledge that he was serving his country and protecting his people — words he had been told over and over by his commanding officers. During his tour, lost his leg. He was returned home to receive a prosthetic and rehabilitate and was discharged for medical reasons.

The Samuel that came home was not the Samuel that had gone to war. He was bitter, and closed off to everyone. Rehab was difficult. For the first time in his life, Samuel didn’t know who he was — he felt like half a man, a shade without a purpose. As a result of the pain and the sense of disconnection, Samuel turned to pain killers; they made him feel good and allowed him to forget about the circumstances that had taken his leg. Soon enough, he was addicted. Addiction only caused Samuel to sink deeper into depression.

The two years of life that Samuel gave to the military can never be taken back, no matter how much he prayed or regretted them. Neither could the horrors he’d witnessed nor the effects that war had had on his body. Not even the medals awarded to him for valor could undue the horrors he continues to witness whenever he closed his eyes. It’s a period of his life that Samuel never speaks about – not to his parents, or the VA recommended therapist, and certainly not to strangers.

Three years later, Samuel is still coming to terms with the things he’d witnessed and the things he’d done, with the fact that he’d lost a leg to combat, and that he’d been saddled with a PTSD diagnosis, a substance addiction (the effects of which he is still battling) and a discharge. Now, the man that remains is simply a shade of the optimistic, bright eyed boy who’d believed in the beauty of the world and the reality of love.

P E R S O N A L I T Y →

+ charismatic, reflective, even-tempered, witty

- sarcastic, superstitious, morbid, martyr

SAMUEL BAUTISTA ( Michael Trevino ) is written by ANN ( she / her → EST )

#new rp #open rp #lsrpg #mature rp #samuel #bio

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kel-the-poet-blog · 6 years ago

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not-a-perfect-metaphor · 7 years ago

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J2: body language (kissing/mouths)

So, I’ve been meaning to write this up for FAR too long in response to (well, no...inspired by) a comment from a dear friend of mine that was about a kiss between Jensen and Daneel posted on Instagram in late April.

First things first, though. I’m tagging this with the anti-wives tags, although really I’m going to do my best to stay generally positive and as objective as possible and stick to just outlining some facts (this post won’t contain a whole lot of my personal opinions is what I mean, besides the big obvious ones).

It’s also gonna be a long one...so heads up about that.

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Body language is such a fascinating topic, guys, it truly is, and yes we all know by now that I’m a bit obsessed with it. I admit it.

In the process of pursuing my psych. major, I studied body language + body psychotherapy pretty extensively, and it played a HUGE role in bringing me aboard ye olde J2 tinhat train.

In fact, my accidental (at first) body language observations of Jared & Jensen both together, separately, with friends/acquaintances/family/SPN-cast & crew/etc., and with their wives were singlehandedly responsible for convincing me to dig deeper into all of it in the first place.

So, basically put, the vast majority of us are well aware of body language cues, but not just the more obvious ones that we can consciously process through in our heads. We’re designed to intuitively understand/react to even the smallest of body language cues that can be as swift and subtle as a minuscule lift and lower of the eyebrows in a certain situation, although we often aren’t aware of WHY we’re experiencing the reactions we’re experiencing or even exactly WHAT we’re feeling some of the time.

So, take a thorough look at the following three pictures (really look at them, focus on the details).

Now, what you may or may not have just discovered is that the three pictures above contain so many negative body language cues that the result of examining them closely for longer than just a quick moment is a sensation of discomfort and ‘unpleasantness,’ to be kinda vague, despite there not being many blatant cues that are obvious enough to jump right out at everyone from the get-go.

But the emotional/sense-knowledge of the negative body language is much more widely accessible, especially since we’re talking a double whammy, here: the faces of all four specifically, faces being a huge part of how we all read people, and an act that’s associated with intimacy (kissing).

Let’s break down what we’re looking at, but first, here’s this picture:

It’s a textbook image used as a visual aid to depict positive facial body language specifically during a kiss.

Okay, but back to the first three pictures. That one is just a reference for compare & contrast purposes.

What’s going on in the J2 + Gen. and Dan. photos firstly is something called “tense mouth,” in all three photos actually although particularly in Jensen’s case (in both of the Jen. + Dan. pics). The pushed-together lips, the tightened jaw, these are both signs of emotional tension, anxiety/frustration, and the big one: emotional self-restraint (holding back one’s true feelings and/or thoughts). I don’t even need to explain, of course, how very very significant that is, and what’s popping into my head actually right now is the way one of my professors described this exact thing, which was a metaphor of the lips as a dam holding back the flood of truth.

Now, the pucker in and of itself.

I’m just going to toss in this screenshot which summarizes it perfectly, and that’s less writing for me :p.

And ask yourself this: outside of maybe those first few awkward teenage kisses and perhaps some from adulthood with either a brand new lover or with someone you maybe just didn’t feel super comfortable kissing, do you actually do the close-mouthed pucker with your significant other (or have you with a past S.O)? Nahh. No. Nope.

^^ excluding that “hello/goodbye” peck, of course.

The pucker is often part of “tense mouth” and holds a lot of the same meaning, but I’ll add that it can also signify indecision.

Okay, now the cheek kiss (that Jared + Gen. photo).

Cheek kisses can mean so many many different things, and I won’t overly discuss it simply because it’s less of a pattern for Jared to kiss Gen. on the cheek and more just something I’m using as an interesting example, whereas “tense mouth” absolutely is a pattern for Jensen when he’s kissing Daneel. Absolutely, 100%, undeniably so.

But the reason I chose this picture of Jared and Gen. is because it could quite literally be the textbook photo for “strictly platonic cheek kiss.” In every...single...way.

Middle of the cheek as opposed to close to the mouth or, even more indicative of sexuality/romance, the ear if you can believe it, completely puckered and pressed-together lips, and lastly, notice the angle of Jared’s neck. See that sharp lean? All that space?

I know this seems like more than any sane person could possibly have to say about three pictures *chuckles* and I’m actually having to reign myself in, which is just ridiculous, but I’ll try to wrap things up.

The following things are definitely important to consider when discussing/examining body language, so this will be a good way to conclude everything.

1. Patterns, like I mentioned above, & circumstances (whenever circumstances can be determined) are very significant for as-accurate-as-possible interpretations.

2. Negative body language between two people does not always mean that they hate or even dislike each other (it can mean that, yes, but certainly not always). I’m not stating any of my personal opinions here, either. I’m just pointing it out because the word “negative” has its connotations, but it can just as often mean that whoever is displaying the N.B.L cues is simply uncomfortable in the specific WAY they’re coexisting with another person, like for example: kissing someone they’re not sexually and/or romantically attracted to.

3. I’ve said it time and time again, and I’m saying it here too. Body language can be faked. Of course. Absolutely. And there isn’t a human being alive on this planet over the age of two who doesn’t know that to be 100% true from personal experience. However, that being said, there also isn’t a human being on this planet who’s capable of faking body language without slip-ups, and some kinds of body language really can’t be faked, for all intents and purposes anyway, mainly because we’re rarely (if ever) even aware that we’re doing it. How well we can mask our truths, the little ones and the big ones, can depend on something as seemingly small as whether or not we’re well-rested, and even under a perfect set of conditions, false body language cannot be maintained without fairly regular tells.

I obviously can’t ramble on forever, and I promised myself I’d keep this post strictly to the kisses, but I’ll have to write up a few more of these (and space ‘em out) that cover some SUPER significant J2 body language thoughts/observations/facts/etc., because seriously...when you start really seeing these things, it’s just...I don’t even know...It adds a WHOLE lot of dimension to just about everything.

Like microexpressions. That’s gonna be my next long body language post.

Here’s a great way to finish this that just hit me: remember what I said about the whole ‘mouth to ear’ thing? Well...we could create an entire tumblr just devoted to the Js constantly doing their amazing full-body-closeness, mouth right at the ear, private little laughy-lovey whispers *grins*.

Just sayin...

Edit: let me also add, because I’m realizing it might not have been clear, that I’m not making the above observations based only on these photos or only on photos in general *smiles*. I’m just using them (the particular photos in the post) as visual aids. And I don’t create posts like this lightly or without having put a lot of thought and time into what I’m writing about (usually topics I’ve been looking into and adding to bit by bit for a long while), because being accurate and thorough is very important to me when it comes to this kind of thing. Please feel free to message me with absolutely anything you’re wondering about (if you want more info on something or if you don’t understand something I said or if you have something to add...anything at all). Thanks, guys! All the love!!

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