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[poopiefart420]

Brokeback mountain au 🏔️🐎

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[glossysoap]

could you write something small with Gaz and “I need to come, I’ll do anything”? If you want to ofc. Preferably HIM being desperate and needed, male reader if you do that? Love your work and I’m always excited when I see you’ve posted lol. Have a nice day!

i sure can <3 im so so grateful for your support omg <3 also this is my first venture into male reader (i’m pretty sure) so give me grace pls lol

good boy ; kyle gaz garrick

18+ obvi, male reader/amab, sub gaz, edging/orgasm denial, marking.

word count: 1,600

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kyle writhed on the bed, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and his chest heaving as he panted. you sat right next to him, with him cuddled into you as you jerked him off. your other arm wrapped around him, that hand resting on his chest as you practically hugged him from the side.

your own cock throbbed in your boxers as you felt his soft skin under your hands.

he buried his head in your chest, whimpering and moaning to his hearts content. he loved how your scent filled his nose, how it flooded his senses with every gasp and cry.

“oh my god,” kyle’s moans filled the room, echoing off the walls along with obscene wet noises. your hand was wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him at a painfully slow pace. pumping just quick enough to give him hope of a release, but never enough to actually make him come.

“how’s that? is it good?” you ask, pretending like you couldn’t see his brow furrow or his mouth hung open in pleasure. or how he would huff little gasps of air, or how his hips were struggling to stay planted on the bed below him. your mouth stretched into a grin as you heard him whine and whimper.

every whine and whimper went straight to your twitching cock.

“uh-huh!” he whines, nodding desperately against your chest. he unconsciously starts mouthing at your chest, pressing little kisses into your skin and moaning with each one.

“i’m sure it is.” you murmured, your lips coming down to kiss the crown of his head. your other hand moved to caress his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin and how soft it was. no matter how many scars littered his body, he was still so soft.

with each stroke up or down on his cock, you would twist your hand. when your hand reached the head of his cock, you would squeeze gently before rubbing your palm on the tip. then you would spread his precum down his shaft as your hand moved back down, stroking him down to his base.

“ngh, fuck,” kyle whimpers, his legs twitching.

you would squeeze a bit more when you reach the base, fingers slipping down to graze his sensitive balls. when his breath hitches against your chest, you decide to move your hand lower. taking them in your hold and cupping them, feeling how hot and heavy they are. how full they were with cum.

you squeeze them in your hand, hearing him whine out a curse as his hips buck up into your hand.

“fuck!”

your hand would trail back up to his cock, resuming your languid pace. up and down. up and down. his cock was all slick and soaked with his juices, letting your hand move so easily and slippery.

all of the pretty noises falling from his plump lips just made you want to push him closer to the edge.

you also wanted to slip your own cock past those pretty lips and feel him choke on it, tears streaming down his cheeks.

so you picked up the pace. letting your hand move up and down his cock so fast that you thought he might come right then and there.

“ah fuck!” he cries out into your chest, startled at the newfound speed. his hips jerking into your hand and his abs spasming as he felt that knot of warmth build in his stomach.

“so sensitive,” you crane your head down, teasing almost mockingly so as you see him growing closer and closer to release. you see his legs twitching from all the stimulation. you feel him burying his face in your chest. you hear him let out little whimpers and whines with every breath, with moans and curses sprinkled in.

“p-please, oh my god,” he begs against your chest, mouth all slobbery and wet with drool. “keep going, please!”

you didn’t answer him. you just kept stroking at an almost furious pace, letting your thumb circle his tip when you reached his head. squeezing at the base. letting your fingertips trace the vein that ran along his shaft.

your other hand that was still resting on his chest moved to tweak his nipple. the bud hardens under your touch as you rub it in soft circles, even pinching it every few seconds.

at your added ministrations of your fingers playing with his nipple, his breath hitches so sharply and his voice breaks as he begs even more.

“please, please, please!” his hips rut into your moving hand even more.

he feels it so, so close. he can almost taste his release.

but your hand stops at the last second, letting go of his throbbing cock altogether.

“wh- no!” his voice cracks, thick with emotion. he grinds up into the air, desperate for your touch to return to his needy cock. his whimpers rang out even louder than before, because he was so fucking close.

“hmm? what?” you ask, feigning ignorance after you’ve just cut off him orgasm. “what’s wrong?”

his hips continued stuttering as he panted, gasping in little breaths. his heart pounded in his chest as he came down from his near orgasm.

“fuck,” he gasped, voice all broken and whiney, “y’know what’s wrong. i was so close!”

you can’t help but smile at his complaining.

“aw, i know.” you croon, stroking the inside of his thigh. feeling how warm and soft the skin was, tracing small circles in his flesh. feeling the bites that littered the delicate skin and remembering all the time you spent between his thighs.

“but i promise i’ll let you come. soon.���

something about the way you murmured the last word into his ear sent shivers down his spine.

something told him it wouldn’t be that easy.

and he was right.

because after about thirty seconds from taking your hand off his cock, you put it right back on.

he gasped out your name, hips jerking into your touch as your hand started stroking him again. starting over at that dreaded, painfully slow pace — just enough to stir that warmth in his stomach.

“pleaseeeee,” he whines, drawing the plea out as a show of desperation.

you took your time in stroking him, watching his chest heave and memorizing every indentation left by your teeth earlier. hearing his little pants and whines and whimpers that grew more and more broken with each stroke.

you let his breathing guide your momentum. if you felt his breathing pick up, as if he’s getting too close to release, you would slow down. sometimes even stopping altogether, just resting your hand at the base.

“easy, easy.” you murmur in his ear whenever you feel him bucking his hips into your hand.

gradually you would pick up the pace again, when you feel like he’s been calm enough.

throughout your cruel teasing, his tip had kept leaking precum. with every stroke of your hand, you inadvertently collected it and let it cover his shaft.

the faster you stroked, the louder the wet noises became. the louder his cries of pleasure become.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he hisses when you rub your palm over the weeping tip of his cock.

when he starts squirming, you know he’s close again. so you take your hand off his cock once more, making him cry out in frustration.

“no, fuck! please, let me come! i’ll do anything!” he all but sobs. “just please, please touch me! please, please, ple—” he’s cut off with his own guttural moan as your hand returns to his cock.

though you didn’t bother to go slow this time. you wanted to make him come.

you cut to the chase, stroking his throbbing cock at a steady, continuous pace. you hear his breath hitch as you show no signs of stopping or slowing, his hips stuttering just like the many times before.

“fuck, fuck! yes, yes, yes,” he chants, feeling that bundle of warmth in his stomach wind itself up so tight. his toes curl and his hands grasp for purchase by clawing into the sheets underneath him.

“keep going, keep going, keep going!” he pleads with a cracking voice, growing so close to his orgasm that he could almost taste it.

the time, you didn’t slow down or stop. you only upped the ante.

you twisted your hand with every stroke, making sure he felt an equal amount of friction everywhere on his cock. then you would rub at the head of his cock, feeling him thrash against you and choke on a moan. at the same time, your other hand would keep teasing his sensitive nipple. rubbing against the hardened bud before pinching it, enjoying all the little gasps that fell from his mouth.

“y’ close? hmm?” you ask with a faux curiosity, knowing full well it was only a matter of seconds before he would be shooting ropes of cum on his chest.

“uh-huh! yeah, yeah, yeah,” he nods rapidly, words all blabbered from how lost in pleasure his mind was.

“mmm, i can tell.” you coo, your hand only speeding up as you egg him on. “come on, do it. come. come on my hand.”

his mouth gapes open as he goes slack jawed, his eyes rolling back while his orgasm hits him like a train.

rolling through his body, making him writhe and squirm against you as the pleasure overtakes him. he moans your name, voice high in a whine. his hips grind and buck into your hand as he spurts ropes of cum onto his abdomen, over and over.

“good boy.”

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[thebabycage]

Intro post time!

General stuff:

Hi I’m The Baby Cage aka Thomas! I’m like a court jester except I’m also attracted a little too much by bones.

You will often see me reblogging cool stuff, ranting about strange things, or getting much too invested in random posts. I don’t like to participate in many controversies or extreme beliefs and even if I did I will likely not post about it.

Fun facts:

I am a Bisexual/Pan-questioning, Grey-Ace male with he/him/they/them pronouns

I speak English and Mongolian, am learning Japanese and Korean, and know a small amount of Russian and Spanish

I play the piano (quite badly mind you)

Despite spending the majority of my life in none of these countries, I speak with a mix of Californian, British, and Irish accents

My dream pet animal is a monitor lizard who I’d let roam around the house like one might with a dog

I have audhd, and probably other undiagnosed stuff

Warnings/non-fun facts:

I am extremely queer and proud about it

I (though you likely won’t see much posting about it) sh and have an ed

I have an ed, sh, and several anxiety issues so please tag gore/sh/ed/su1c1d3 related content and use tone indicators!!!

I don’t have OSDD, but function in a similar manner (if you really must know dm and I can explain)

I am very defensive of my moots and will not tolerate any hate towards them

Dni:

Nsfw and porn accounts (though I can forgive posting about it I won’t interact with accounts solely centred around it)

Transphobes, homophobes, TERFs, racists, queerphobes, and any other uncool people

Adults in dms

Interests:

I dibble and dabble I’m several fields of study, such as physics, both quantum and applied, engineering (though one could argue that’s just really applied physics), chemistry, medicine, psychology, biology, and many more.

I love learning about new strange things so feel free to send me just cool stuff you find out about. I also have an extensive collection of useless or obscure information you’ll likely never need.

Music taste:

I love almost any genre, but my favourite musicians are as follows in no particular order:

Will Wood, IDKHBTFM, Waitress, Liability Luke, Changeline, Machinery of the Human Heart, Issbrokie/Shteppie, Lightnin’ Luke, Kendrick Lamar, Femtanyl, That Handsome Devil, Shayfer James, Isiah Rashad, Dib Dooley, Teddy Hyde, Bear Ghost, and Aaron May.

There are much more mind you these are just my most prominent listens (pls feel free to dm me for music recommendations).

Hobbies:

Music writing

Piano & singing

Reading

Cooking

Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

Writing

Drawing

Fandoms:

I consume podcast dramas at a voracious pace but if I could name my favourites it would be TMA/TMagP, The Silt Verses, Hymns for the Road, Midnight Burger, Malevolent, and Ch&T

Other fandoms include: Rick Riordan books, Good Omens, Doctor Who, Arcane, Pokemon, Devil May Cry, Good Omens, etc

Why The Baby Cage?:

I really like old strange things. When I heard about the unfortunate invention that hung children out of window sills (tragically around the same time people began placing lead in gasoline) I decided that it would be a funny name for a Tumblr account. I’ll probably change it, but idk.

I am collecting user boxes and will add them soon enough

[superfluouskeys]

wip actually wednesday! ♥

I was certainly not tagged by non-tumblr-user @menzosarres in my personal favorite form of social media, being snapchatted a tumblr post, but anyway, I have chosen to bother you all with more original thing because it's been awhile and also I want to and it makes me happy :) I'm also sharing two snippets bc see above :) and also the sections are related but my transitional sections in this part are a bit of a mess rn LOL.

I really need a better sorting system this is starting to become egregious.

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

I'm doing a cop-out and saying if you want to do the thing pls feel free to consider yourself tagged!

==

“Back already, Sister?”

Tamsin startles.  Althea turns with poise and grace.  The owner of the voice is not nearly so imposing in her stature as Althea, but no less regal in her countenance.  Her flaxen hair is arranged delicately around her shoulders, accentuating the delicate shape of her face.  She wears a dress of deep red that appears to Tamsin a bit more fashionable than what Althea prefers, fitted at the waist and flared out down to her ankles.

“Sister Maren,” Althea nods cordially.  “There was an unexpected development.”

Maren’s sharp eyes fall upon Tamsin.  “So I see.”

“May I introduce Tamsin of Godsplace?” says Althea.

Tamsin glances nervously between them.  “Uh.  Pleased to meet you.”

She attempts a surpassingly awkward curtsey.  Maren’s thin-lipped smile exudes haughty derision.

“Yes,” says Maren.  “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“So, as you can see, I’ll need to take her to get settled in and find someone who’s available to initiate her.”

Maren hums, a short, affected sound.  “I can teach her,” she says, with a sharp-eyed glance toward Tamsin, “if you want it done properly.”

Althea laughs.  “I think I’d prefer that our newest student survive her first week.”

Maren’s brow twitches in subtle annoyance at the jab.  “Suit yourself,” she says primly.  “But don’t come crying to me when Sister Helie teaches her whatever it is she’s calling proper form these days.”

“Did you need something, Maren?” Althea asks her evenly.

Maren scoffs.  “And here I thought I was coming to greet an old friend,” she replies mildly.  “Yes, as it happens, but I didn’t know you’d have company.  Come and find me, when you can spare the time.”

She turns to leave without waiting for an answer, her red skirts twirling dramatically around her.  Before she gets very far, though, she stops abruptly and turns back toward Tamsin.  “Oh, and,” she begins, and then curtseys low, curling her hand into a fist somewhere near her heart.  “Well come and well met, little sister.”

Tamsin watches her go in stunned silence.

“Well,” says Althea, with muted amusement.  “What a welcome.  Let’s get you settled, shall we?”

She sets off with surety, and Tamsin is left to scramble after her.

“Is she really a teacher?” Tamsin wonders, for lack of a better way to begin.  Tamsin does not have much experience with teachers, but the small handful of schoolteachers in Godsplace are all kind, if somewhat harried women, all but one among them (who but recently began as a sort of apprentice) much older and married with children.

Tamsin supposes Maren could be much older than she appears, but she certainly doesn’t have the air of patience Tamsin would expect from a teacher.  Tamsin wonders if teachers are very different here at the Academy.

“You doubt her suitability?” Althea wonders, still with that lilt of amusement about her voice.

“Oh, no, I only—“

“It’s understandable, but I assure you Sister Maren is an excellent teacher, and has an excellent heart besides.  Her style, however, is…not for the faint of heart, shall we say.”

“That was sort of what I was wondering about,” says Tamsin.

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough,” says Althea. 

==

Whatever Tamsin is expecting, Teacher Helie is not it.  She is noticeably slight of frame, particularly set against Althea, not quite plump but with an air of softness about her, and the silvery blonde of her hair and eyelashes gives her the look of one lightly dusted with the morning dew.  She greets Tamsin in the same way Maren did, except that it is not the same at all.  The curtsey, the gesture, and the words all bear the conviction of deepest sincerity.

“Tamsin cannot see the Gift thus far,” Althea tells Helie, “and it’s my impression she still doubts me when I tell her she possesses it at all.”

Tamsin ducks her head, embarrassed, although the words are true.

“Oh, dear,” says Helie gently, reaching out for Tamsin’s hands, “we Forgotten must never bow our heads in shame!”  Her voice matches her countenance, soft and sweet, and with the lilt of an accent Tamsin does not recognize.  When Tamsin takes her hands and looks up, she notices that Helie’s eyes are unusually pale, as though painted with the same brush as her hair and lashes.

Helie smiles kindly and squeezes Tamsin’s hands.  “Every Gift, big or small, is precious,” she says, with the same heart-wrenching conviction as well come and well met.  “And I believe that no Gift is an accident.”  She leans in, almost conspiratorial.  “The Gift wants to be used, you see.  Even the tiniest sliver of magic, in the right hands, may one day take the world by storm.”

“See?  Just as I’ve been saying,” says Althea, pleased, but restrained as ever.  “And with that, I shall leave you in Sister Helie’s capable hands.”  To Tamsin’s surprise, Althea then mimics the greeting the others have bestowed upon her.  Althea’s version is not sarcastic, but neither is it effusive.  Althea makes the gesture seem somehow ordinary, as though it were the way one should always expect to be greeted.  “Well come and well met, little sister,” she says with a regal curtsey.  “If there’s anything you need, your teachers can likely provide it, but nevertheless, please do not hesitate to seek me out.”

“Ah,” Helie sighs musically when Althea closes the door behind her.  “Forgive me for saying so, Tamsin, but you must really have left an impression on Sister Althea.”  She chuckles lightly.  “Normally she doesn’t like to be sought out by anyone.”

Tamsin picks at her skirt self-consciously.  “She could have just been saying that to be polite.”

Helie laughs.  It is a bright, joyful sound.  “Believe me when I tell you, Sister Althea doesn’t 'just say' anything.  And certainly not for the sake of politeness!”

Helie leads her to the front of the classroom, and pushes some of the frontmost desks out of the way.  “Now,” she begins.  “I’m sure Althea’s told you, but just to reiterate, it’s not at all unusual to be unable to see the Gift at first, particularly if you were raised in an environment where magic was not commonplace.”  She taps her temple.  “Our eyes can play tricks on us, you see.  We see what we expect to see, and our very minds are wont to ignore what doesn’t make sense to us.”

Tamsin considers this.  The statement somehow sparks both comfort and anxiety.  She wonders how much of her life she has somehow misremembered.  She wonders if perhaps there were signs that she had the Gift and she simply didn’t have the eyes to see them.  She wonders, with a sudden and intense twinge of remorse, if she could have escaped sooner, or if she’d have even thought to try.

“For those who cannot see, I find it’s best to start with feeling,” Helie continues.  “Now, don’t be discouraged if this doesn’t work right away, either.  Many of us are inclined to ignore what our bodies tell us, too.”

Tamsin lets out a breath of something like laughter.  “You make it sound a bit bleak.”

Helie considers this with a subtle furrowing of her delicate brow.  “Bleak?” she echoes.  “Oh, not at all, dear.  Perhaps you’re thinking of the time you’ve lost?  Wishing you’d realized earlier?”

Tamsin averts her gaze.  “You’ve read my mind, I’m afraid.”

Helie shakes her head.  “Whatever happened in the past, Tamsin, you’ve made it all the way here.  That is no small feat.  Where you are now is already so very different from where you started.  We Forgotten sacrifice much, but what we gain is…immeasurable.”

She holds out her hands, palms upturned, but it feels somehow different than before.  Tamsin watches her for a moment, hesitant, until Helie nods her encouragement.

Tamsin takes her hands.

She looks up, trying and failing to hide her disappointment.  She had expected something to happen.

“Close your eyes,” says Helie.

Tamsin closes her eyes.

“Take a deep breath.”

Tamsin breathes.  Her chest is tight, and she realizes only now that she is trembling.

“Another,” Helie directs.  “Breath by breath, let go of your fear.”

Tamsin breathes again.  But another voice echoes in the back of her mind, the man from the Town Square back in Godsplace.  Do you know fear?  How will you find peace?  Burn her, burn her, burn her—

Tamsin staggers back from Helie, heart racing, gasping for air, and with tears in her eyes.  “I’m sorry,” she stammers.  “I’m sorry, I really tried, I—“

“Oh, dear,” Helie soothes, with hands gently patting her arms.  “I see now.  Your power frightens you.”

Tamsin scrubs at her face, but the tears will not stop flowing.  It’s like the whole journey has come crashing back into her all at once, the horror of the screaming girl in the Square, the sorrow at the loss of a dear friend to an archaic tradition, the muted fury at the way her mother treats her, the terror at what would befall her at the whim of Teddy Page, and then--!

And then, perhaps worst of all, the hope!  The horrible, heart-rending hope that someone had come to save her at last, that everything would be different from now on--and the shame, that a nothing and a nobody should dare to want such change for herself, let alone allow herself to have it.

Tamsin covers her face, unable to stop her crying.  Helie continues patting her arms, and she speaks in a soft, soothing tone.  “It’s all right now, Tamsin,” says Helie.  “It always hurts the most before it starts to heal.  And can I tell you something else?”

Again Tamsin attempts to dry her eyes.  She sniffles miserably.  Helie withdraws, and digs a handkerchief out of her pocket, which she offers to Tamsin.

“Some people think foreswearing home and family and all that came before is the hardest part about becoming Forgotten.  And for them, that may be true.  But it’s not just about dedicating yourself to your craft, or to your sisters.”

Helie pats her shoulder again, more firmly this time.  “It’s about letting go,” she says with a smile, “of what is holding you back.”

The gravity of her words stuns Tamsin into a state of calm, and she is able to dry her eyes at last.

“Shall we try again?” Helie asks her.

Tamsin nods.

Helie moves away, back to the center of the space, giving Tamsin room to follow her.  Tamsin watches the way she holds herself, the way she presents her hands to Tamsin, like there is some sort of strength flowing through her arms, even though Helie doesn’t look remotely like the sort of person one would consider physically strong.

Tamsin tries to imitate Helie’s posture, squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath before she approaches to take Helie’s hands.

“I can see what you’re thinking,” says Helie with a wry smile.  “You don’t want that to happen again.  But it might.”

Tamsin falters.  She withdraws her hands, and so does Helie.

“You have a lot of pain,” says Helie kindly.  “I’d guess it’s pain you barely even knew was there.  It won’t just go away like that.”

“Then…” says Tamsin uncertainly, “what should I do?”

“Let it all in,” says Helie.  Again, she presents her hands.  “The pain, yes.  But also the joy.”

Tamsin nods.  She takes Helie’s hands, and closes her eyes like before.

“Breathe in,” says Helie.  “Feel your fear, your sorrow, your anger.  Then breathe out, and let it go.”

Tamsin breathes in.  It’s like being outside in the dead of winter.  Her chest aches, and she is still trembling.  Dozens of burnings flash before her eyes, each one the same, each one an injustice.  Her cheeks burn with the shame of her namelessness, her ingratitude toward the woman who didn’t have to raise her, even in spite of everything Mrs. Burkow did and said.  Whatever Tamsin imagined in the recesses of her mind, she had always expected to lead an unremarkable existence.

But Tamsin is no longer unremarkable.  And it no longer matters that she has no family and no name.  Tamsin is here because Keeper Althea saw something in her that no one else ever could.  Tamsin is here because she has the Gift, because Althea believes she has the Gift, and so she must have the Gift, because, because—

Tamsin gasps, and she almost withdraws her hands, almost opens her eyes.  She feels…something, like a tingle beneath her hands, like some sort of invisible energy is radiating from Helie’s palms, real enough to touch.  She holds on tighter, as though she could get more of the feeling just by pressing down, but the tingle remains subtle, distant, like the fleeting remnants of a wonderful dream.

“Do you feel it?” Helie whispers, but there is a smile in her voice.  She already knows the answer.

“Yes,” Tamsin breathes.  Again there are tears in her eyes, but she isn’t embarrassed.  These are tears of joy.

[ted-calling-orson]

LONG ASK IM SO SORRY

ok im sorry to enter ur askbox but i cant just contain this to tags and like. you are SOOOO right for liking kermit !!! sad mf. love him. also can i just say- WHY is there NOT more fanfic im SORRY but. if we have so much crackfic of modern presidents or even actual fic/oneshots of other presidents, PLEASE give us TR / TR fam fic !!!! id eat that shit UP. i got so tired of it i published my own tr kiddos fic istg its either anon or on my acc i can find it

and im so confused on why NATM teddy aint got more fics that at least mention the kids OR siblings. sorry this is gonna be a long ask. but really !! like. theres maybe 5(?) max fics ive seen mention them. a few in the Treasured Collection NATM fic series, and maybe one or two loose ones around. im SOOOO close to writing a self indulgent fic for it. again srry for how long this is. but i never come across tr fans. rlly i swear. also so right for liking the muppets (Fozzie my beloved <3)

oh !! and the cartoon network idea??? YES. absolutely. id watch it. 10000%. i think presidential cartoons should exist more, beyond episodes in preexisting shows. itd be so cool!! ive watched possibly every documentary i can find on TR/show that features him (like The Alienist) i need some lighthearted stuff.

finally idk if youre big on reading books or trilogies but if you can id recommend reading Edmund Morris' trilogy on TR if you haven't yet. the final book ending had me crying at 7am december 2022 like 10 times.

p.s the erb rap battle was so silly and im so surprised i saw nobody in the comments mention quentin with the line churchill shot of TR's family dying prematurely. sorry for the length of this ask--and dino au is so cool and i wanna hear all abt it !!

-🦆

OH MY GOSH THIS IS LIKE A DREAM WHEUSHSUWJWKEKWKWKWJNWJWIXJWBWIDJISJEBDISJSISJSIS oooo we should be best friends ooooooo. Also dw about this being too long you are literally one of my favorite people of all time😭‼️🙏

on the Kermit thing: YIPPEEE‼️‼️‼️ finally another Kermit fan😭 the only other recognition he’d get was from some Indiana jones mini series. Id love to write Roosevelt fan fiction but I don’t like posting my stuff on tumblr (usually my fics are for me and my friends⁉️) but ey, maybe I’ll post something🙏

ALSO MUPPET FAN‼️‼️‼️ my favs are Dr. Teeth and Kermit

on the natm thing: YIPPEE- I wanna write about my au so bad cuz I’ve got so many ideas for it especially for Elliot and Theo’s relationship bc their rivalry was so bad it extended into their daughters. Evil Elliott seemed like an awesome concept and what if he dragged Corinne into it??? Wieihdjehsjs

the tv show: OK OK SO I had a HUGE concept of this show. First off: it’s like your avid 2000s sitcom but with art‼️ The Taft’s (and in later seasons, the Wilson’s) are their neighbors and T.R and W.H.T would have silly angry dad neighbor hijinks (and they both hate the Wilsons together), Alice is the popular girl and there was gonna be a whole episode on her affair with William Borah, Kermit is the shy kid that gets into scuffles with Ted jr, Quentin and Archibald are the spoiled younger sibs, Ethel is the neutral younger sister and Edith is the mostly annoyed mom. Also Quentin and Charles Taft are best friends and I’ll prolly write more ideas for it but I do have designs for Kermit, Ethel and Alice:

anyway, you don’t know how excited I got when I saw this in my inbox😭 but yeah I love your stuff man! Pls post more Teddy stuff I thrive off it im literally one of 5 Theodore Roosevelt fans

ALSO IM GLAD YOU MENTIONED THE RAP BATTLE CUZ- I think that line is about most of his family dying fairly young (Theodore sr., Quentin, Elliott etc) and not just his kids but I could be wrong the fandom wiki of erb is so 50/50

[7oranges]

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#on a normal day though i’ll just have one when i wake up and maybe one in the afternoon/evening if i feel too lethargic or have things to do

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

trc people i need ur help pls im trying to find that post where m stief was answering an ask about why ronan was angry at the end of the “two gods in this church”/ dreamt copy of himself dying scene in bllb. it was like this long ass meta/analysis and jt was fascinating but since stief deleted her blog it’s hard to find💔💔 this is a cry for help.!!!!!!

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#4

would you not burn down cities for this man

81 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#3

goddd. the “manibus” scene in blue lily followed immedIately by “parrish and i are going for a drive” “we are?” followed by ronan taking adam to the barns. the most insane sequence ever. and all the while gansey’s like “this is great they will be occupied distracted and not worrying about how sneaky im being :)”. how was this allowed

185 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#2

someone pulled your teeth out, liar (25.07)

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My #1 post of 2022

this line from good omens <33

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[captainaikus]

Omg belle good thing you know it was me I forgot to put a label😭. And about ur posts not uploading in the tags, i don’t really know how to help with that maybe you just need to refresh tumblr or smth? but I hope that you will still stay in tumblr right? But yeah ur right a lot of writers are complaining about tumblr and its getting really annoying for them too

Anyways pls take care of urself, have a breather, take a nap drink some water then deal with it again okay? I know u work so hard but health always comes first. I luv u belle🫶🏻

-💙

There’s only one person who obsesses over Oliver on my blog- and that’s you. Plus I can tell who is who by language and familiarity. I can’t be fooled that easily tbh (￣∇￣)

I tried refreshing tumblr but it doesn’t seem to work- I sent out emails to support staff and I’m waiting for their reply, I’ve even tried reuploading by deleting the whole fic and then trying again, first it was the links and then it was this. Not to mention I had other weird accounts and harassing messages (and sometimes really kind messages sent to me Ty for those) And other tumblr users are having issues are having issues as well? The only blog I interact with is Zari’s through my moots account (including other accs of my followers as well - but it’s mostly reblogging stuff) and I think she had issues with posting her things too… I will be on tumblr, yeah but I’ll probably be posting more of my things on ao3. On the positive side of things, I can get more solo fics out for characters… hcs is something I write when I get lazy or get guilt tripped into not posting enough. And with ao3 there’s more quality control? Like you get really good quality content on ao3, ofc other authors here are great as well- but the real stuff is on ao3. I don’t read ff here anyway and I’ve nearly stopped reading on ao3 as well, but not completely cause there are some amazing content creators there as well- but tumblr is also getting really annoying cause the algorithms been built in such a way where smut is given more pref than the actual writing (like I get it erotica- fun stuff is fun stuff) but at the same time my writings are more of 90% leaning more towards the plot and 10% leaning towards smut - cause my plot writing is heavy and the smut… well passable. (Haven’t gotten into more serious things so far) and that’s why I think I should move to ao3.

I’ll keep this account running ofc so that I can have better interaction with my anons, but posting wise- it’s getting really sloppy for me here. Not to mention I get followed by��. nude accounts here (literally got one rn on @isagiusagi - my side account). All the time. Ao3? I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Ik I sound over dramatic and everything but this is a plot I’ve been working on for 3 months and it’s 7.3k words. Smut part that I had to slog over and the cry over some of the dialogues. Not to mention that on ao3 the maturity labels are more easier to set. On tumblr, the moment I put a maturity label, my work won’t show up on the main tag until I take it off only for it to get flagged down again - yeah tumblr sucks cause of that. Followers and likes never really mattered to me (cause I’m posting for myself and wanna get an opinion out there too regarding characters) and it’s actually nice to see people interacting abt my work with me here and I’ll to keep that going in future as well. As of now, I’ll post more on ao3 since my fics are longer, with more content cause I just think my writing is built for that platform- not to mention the yandere content that going on there

I heart u too blue 🫶🏻

[beemot]

I posted 11,903 times in 2022

That's 4,477 more posts than 2021!

70 posts created (1%)

11,833 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 11,714 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

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#art - 1,432 posts

#far cry 5 - 984 posts

#video - 966 posts

#naturescapes - 922 posts

#people - 823 posts

#inspo - 632 posts

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#fanart - 523 posts

Longest Tag: 84 characters

#it would have been more dramatic if it was her sister arriving to their old house...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

🔹donation commissions for Ukraine🔹 dm me a receipt\some kind of proof that you donated and i’ll draw you something like these of any character you’d like! (pls provide refs for ocs)

some organisations you can donate to:

https://helpukrainewin.org/

https://voices.org.ua/en/

https://savelife.in.ua/en/donate/

https://www.mishpachaorphanage.org/

https://act.unfoundation.org/

https://www.mightycause.com/story/M1wzpf

https://donate.redcrossredcrescent.org/ua/donate/

https://www.globalgiving.org/projects/ukraine-crisis-relief-fund/

https://networkforanimals.org/ (help animals)

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#4

Now He’s Our Father

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#3

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[sunkingwrites]

goooood morning.. 💕 mm I’m so sleepy still- gonna make myself some coffee and then hopefully my stomach doesn’t get upset with the amount of cookies I plan to eat for breakfast 😙

anywaaaays, I’m gonna be cooking a lot today because it’s almost someones birthday and like the good roommate I am I gotta cook their favorite foods~ oh but but I was catching up with bnha before I went to sleep last night (pls I swear I slept when you told me to) but then my roommate came in and.. stole my laptop? I mean I didn’t mind because I was having a mental breakdown over the recent episode,, but now I’m concerned what they did because all they said was “I need le minecraft.” and left 🥲

and I finally finished the firewatch shinkami fic- why tf is it so good??? awhkjhdiuhoina I kept getting distracted noticing the little elements in the writing but it just made it so captivating 😭

oH OH AND- I finally finished what I had left for my college projects and sooo I don’t have anything to do for the next 2 days.. unless *cough* anyone *cough* wants to do me 🥺/j

jokes aside I was crying this morning because I also finished chapter 5 of the song of achilles and we got a background check on one of the characters and I swear I could see the mommy issues shining through 😔

OK NOW IM JUST RANTING OF WHAT IVE BEEN DOING HJQSDKJKWFDKJJNKASD- I can’t get discord to open so that’s why I’m sending an ask tho 🥲

oh oh and my mind just suddenly filled with questions last night and it wont stop bothering me lol I dunno why… they’re so random tho- although I’m very curious on the one reason we know each other: how did you find my blog? It’s just a lingering question that I always wonder when someone follows me hehe- I mean,, I’m very glad you found me because holy shit— 😭 I remember how you were freaking out because I followed you back- that was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life tbh (we’ve been mutuals for well over a month ayo??)

anyways I’m gonna stop my intrusive mind from dumbing more stuff here so I don’t clog up your asks.. I hope you have a great great day, and I will send you kisses and updates of what I cook and uhh shit I do! on discord this time hehe… well unless food pics are not something you like then I’ll just spam you with random shit I do-!

mwah mwah~ ✨

Dude,, IF YOU MADE FOOD FOR MY BIRTHDAY I WOULD FUCKING CRYYY

Ohhhh my godssshfjsmck the fucking shinkami fic,, IT HAD NO RIGHT TO BE THAT GOOD- I WANT TO GET THAT GOOD AT WRITING AJJCNSNNF but like,, I was so fucking close to crying?? MultiPLE TIMES??? AND LIKE ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT WHEN DENKI WAS RUNNING TO THE TOWER,, AND I THINK IT'S SO COOL THEY ADDED ACTUAL BNHA LORE WITH THAT OTHER ASSASSIN HERO LADY AND THAT THEY COULD EXPLAIN DENKI'S LEGS DOING THAT NSKDJSBBFBDB

just-- so fucking good-

Mmmm,, we love mommy issues-- just love love love that for us~ No but like, characters with mommy issues are always too relatable to write aghh- LIKE STOP HAVING MY THOUGHTS PLEASE,, I UNDERSTAND I HAVE TRAUMA JUST LEAVE MEH ALONE

..if you couldn't tell- I had sugar-- remember that boba tea icecream I sent you a photo of in the superstore a while back? Yeah well I bought it today at Walmart and now it's almost gone,, and and I also got an ube icecream too, and Marmo hAtEs it- but I like it and I already knew that I would-- and now I wanna make an ube, vanilla milkshake aahhhh yum yum,, obviously not tonight-- maybe tomorrow if I can???

Okay okay and,, as you know my remember is full of shit so this miGHt be wRoNg- but I'm pretty sure I saw.. mmm I think a writing post first- maybe cuz it aligned with one of my tags?? Then I was like "oooh, I wonder if this person has anything else written for this character-?? Lemme seee~"

so then I would've found your master list post and I liked the vibe of it,, so then I'm pretty sure I just started scrolling through and randomly liking shit-?? I was still like a week new on tumblr so I was desperately looking for people to follow and get some more content flowing through my dash and to interest with--

Thennn, I think it was that composition you had posted that kinda embodied your anxiety that got me hooked,, cuz I kept listening to it on loop- so then I felt like I had to comment about getting it on Spotify,, since my family has a premium plan it's the place I usually get my music,, AND THEN I saw the picrew and I was just gONe cuz I fucking love making picrews and yours looked so cool and you just seemed like you'd be a fun person to talk to.. and then I shared mine with you and just kept talking and uhhh- yeah! That's what's up!! ✨✨

-also also you're birthday on twitter says it's the 28th- so I thought that was funny xD

[ghostcrownk]

i haven’t done too much art pieces (?) lately, only been practicing and doing doodles and coloring so the rest of this month i’ll try to post more, at least a few doodles every week ?? who knows

also, went to see jjk0 again, i’m in love with this anime/manga, i’m not leaving bnha’s fandom tho

[thbn-anything]

ABOUT HOSPITAL PLAYLIST, YET AGAIN

So I was listening to a podcast on spotify that is basically about discussing kdramas and each week they upload with another episode of different drama discussions (it’s in Indonesian and it’s called “ngedrakor” if there are any Indonesians looking at this post), and I was listening to one about Hospital Playlist and they brought up the Reply series whilst talking about it (cause the director of Hospital Playlist and Reply series is the same)

So basically they were talking about theories on who each character will end up with (cause when the podcast eps was uploaded it was only after eps 7 of Hospital Playlist), and they sorta mentioned about how there are so many second lead syndromes in the Reply series (Chil Bong and also Jung Pal 😭😭😭) and that makes me wonder. The only couple who hasn’t rlly made any improvements are Lee Ik Jun and Chae Song Hwa, and obviously I want them to end up with each other, but then that makes me think again. This director really really loves making our fragile hearts break by making the female lead end up with another character, and I’m afraid he’ll do the same with Chae Song Hwa (well, although the Reply female leads do still end up with the first leads, and although Lee Ik Jun is one of the first leads, but I stiLL CAN’T IMAGINE THAT POSSIBILITY 😭). Like I rlly don’t want Song Hwa to end up with any other guy, and although the people in the podcast still think that Song Hwa will end up with Ik Jun, my brain still keeps on thinking of this possibility and I don’t like it 😭 Like I don’t even want her to end up with Chi Hong, it’s not that I don’t like Chi Hong, my heart just ships Song Hwa and Ik Jun so bad 😭❤️

[theydoctor]

Okay, so all the posts tagged “q” today are just queued posts that have mostly been sitting in my drafts for a long time, some even since january, because i’ve either been too lazy at that time to tag it properly, put it in the drafts and forgot about it, or because i wasn’t in the right mind set back then and didn’t have the energy to tag it, and, well, same story as above.

So, yeah, sorry if i accidentally showed up in someone’s notifications months after they reblogged it, idk know how that really works on tumblr and if reblogs only show at the moment they’re posted, but i’m not now randomly reblogging posts from january, sometimes i’m just a bit incapable haha

[ynscrazylife]

part 2 to breaks my heart pls😩 more fluff w natasha n a angry steve or something i just wanna see his reaction + have him humiliated in front of the team or something

Break my Heart (Part 2)

Summary: The aftermath of Natasha and Y/N’s Valentine’s Day, where everything changed for them.

Authors Note: I didn’t want to write Steve too OOC, so I decided to make it so that him and Y/N didn’t work out due to him not knowing modern dating.

CW: Hint at Natasha and Y/N doing the deed, but nothing explicit (and they didn’t do anything).

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Main Masterlist | MCU Masterlist #1 | MCU Masterlist #2

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

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Y/N’s eyes opened and her face wore glowing smile as the memories of her dream washed over her. It had been such a blissful one — Natasha had turned her frown upside down and danced the night away with her. She could almost still feel Natasha’s arms around her . . .

Blinking, Y/N started to remember more clearly now . . . That had not been a dream. Sitting up, her eyes widened as she looked around, realizing that she was not in her room. Grasping the blankets and the sheets, it dawned on her that this wasn’t even her bed—!

She caught a figure out of the corner of her eye, and identified it as the sleeping form of Natasha. She was curled up at the edge of the other side of the bed, back facing Y/N.

Immediately, Y/N scrambled to her feet, backing up so her back was pressing against the wall. She desperately willed the gears in her head to turn so she could remember, and hazily recalled what happened after their dancing. Y/N had had a couple of drinks, she and Natasha went back to the tower . . . And then, she hadn’t wanted to go back to Steve. She had even started crying when the redhead tried to get her to go to her room, and she insisted on having a sleepover with Natasha!

“Good morning.”

Y/N’s head whipped up, her hands which had previously covered her face fell limply beside her. Her eyes widened again. “H-hey,” she said.

Natasha somehow found it in herself to smile, which frustrated Y/N but also sent butterflies flying into her stomach. “Don’t worry about last night. I’m not upset or anything. Besides, nothing happened between us,” she said, shrugging it off — literally and metaphorically.

Y/N nodded. Her words helped, but her nerves remained. Would she change anything about last night? God, no. The consequences of it weren’t all that good, though. It dawned on her that she had to break-up with Steve.

“What time is it?” She asked.

Natasha rolled over, checking her beside clock. “11,” she answered, before flopping back against her pillows. Her hair splayed around.

“We should probably go out, then,” Y/N said, her eyes travelling to the closed door. The rest of the team was already probably awake.

“Do we have to?” Natasha mock-whined, grinning. “I like staying here.”

Y/N chuckled, remembering why she liked the spy so much. At her core, she was lovely. “I think we do. I’ll go out first, and then you come out in a bit,” she said, mapping out her plan.

Natasha enacted a dramatized salute. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” she said, deepening her voice. This elicited an eye roll and laugh from Y/N, who just shook her head in amusement and left the room without another word.

She reached the kitchen and dining room quickly, where the rest of the Avengers were. Steve sat at the table, hunched over something, with his back to the rest of the group.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed in surprise. “You’re early — wait, did-did you sleep here?” He asked, doing a double take when he noticed her PJs.

Y/N played it off with a fond chuckle. “Oh, yeah. Well, I had a little too much to drink last night and wandered back to the tower. Natasha found me, didn’t want to bother Steve because it was late, and let me crash in her room.” The lie rolled off her tongue easily, seeing as it wasn’t a complete lie . . . Just a half truth that left out some key details. Perfect!

“Speak of the devil,” Clint said. Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see Natasha heading over.

“Good morning,” Natasha said, yawning.

Clint passed them two plates of pancakes, to which Y/N immediately began digging into. Half-way through her second bite, Steve rose from his chair, turning around and pushing back his shoulders. “Y/N, what happened last night?” He asked.

Y/N froze at his low tone and the way he frowned and crossed his arms. Natasha stiffened beside her. The rest of the team looked on, confused at this sudden behavior.

“I just said,” Y/N excused, but her nervous giggle gave her way.

Steve drew in a sharp breath, pushing in his chair. He quirked an eyebrow. “I saw the security camera footage,” he said plainly. He was so calm that it was frightening.

Natasha’s face remained stoic while Y/N resembled a deer caught in headlights.

“What’s going on?” Wanda asked, glancing in-between the couple. The urge to peek into someone’s mind had never been so strong . . .

“Y/N and Romanoff came back to the tower together. Y/N was pleading with Natasha to not go back to our room, claiming that she liked Natasha and not me!” He explained, pointing an accusatory finger at the pair.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Since the news settled in first, Sam asked, “Y/N, is that true?”

All eyes were on her, now. All except for Natasha’s, that was. She was looking straight at Steve, determined to not let him scare her.

Y/N couldn’t bare to meet Sam’s eyes for long and quickly diverted them, her gaze finding the wall behind her blonde boyfriend instead. “Yes,” she answered tightly, and then paused as she gathered her thoughts. Steve took another breath, his cheeks reddening. “I won’t lie about it. There is a reason that I like Natasha, though. It’s because you, Steve, you don’t like me. Maybe when our relationship started, you did, but not anymore. You always make excuses, you always get busy and don’t bother replanning, and you seem to not care anymore.”

Steve scoffed loudly. “You’re the one who practically cheated on me and you think you can waltz in here and accuse me of things?” He asked, his voice growing higher in pitch.

“I’m not accusing you of anything. Just stating my experience with our relationship,” Y/N said, but as the words left her lips they flopped — it was lame, and she knew it. Her gaze fell to the floor as she thought about how Steve was right.

But when Natasha looped their hands together, it reminded Y/N that she wouldn’t trade the events of last night for the world.

Nonetheless, she felt everyone’s stares boring into her. Quietly, she added, “Can we do this somewhere else, please? Somewhere private?”

Steve laughed a sound that was anything but joy. “You want to escape your wrongdoings now that everyone knows, huh? Is that it?” He said.

“All due respect, Rogers, she explained why she did what you did. Doesn’t it make sense for you to explain why you did what you did? Because your girlfriend was crying yesterday due to you,” Natasha said fiercely. The woman held many talents, that much was clear. Not only was she deadly on her own, her words could slice through anyone in one or two strikes.

Y/N was sure that the two Avengers were glaring daggers at each other. Despite her tempting curiosity, she couldn’t bring herself to look and see. She only raised her gaze when Steve addressed her directly.

“Yeah, I get busy. I’m Captain America, of course I do! I lead the Avengers, so rescheduling little dates with my girlfriend of a couple months isn’t my top priority. And sometimes I want to do stuff by myself. I don’t want to be consumed by you, Y/N, because I can’t afford to be! I’m a hero, a solider. It just doesn’t work like that,” he said, some regret in his eyes as he realized his own words were true.

Y/N rubbed her arms, her head swirling. Did he never intend to get closer to her? Did he never intend to care more about her? “Why did you ask me out in the first place, then?” She asked.

Steve huffed. “You were cute and I liked you and I thought it could be a nice, simple relationship,” he admitted, realizing that he hadn’t thought it all through when he first asked her out. He was too swept up in her charm to consider the consequences if they ever were to break-up — him being an Avenger and her the Avengers’ very own secretary.

(That was exactly what he’d tell Natasha a couple days later, too, in case she wanted to start up a relationship.)

The silence was loud for Y/N. She felt like her ears were ringing as she processed it all, doing her best to contain her tears.

“Cap, was that your first girlfriend since 1945?”

Natasha didn’t bother to conceal her grin. She thought she’d regret telling Clint the car story, but he exceeded her expectations.

Sam poorly concealed his snicker.

Wanda smiled.

Tony caught a bellowing laugh before it escaped.

Even Y/N managed a small smile.

Steve did not say anything. He didn’t even acknowledge his teammate’s joke. He just walked straight out of the room, needing to cool off.

Everyone stood there, not quite sure what to do. Wanda, spotting that her friend was shying away from all the attention on her, shooed everyone to get back to their breakfast. Natasha pulled Y/N into the hallway when she chatter came back to life, where Y/N almost immediately let the water gates open. She buried her head into Natasha’s shoulder, letting the redhead wrap her arms around her.

After getting out her tears, Y/N pulled back, sniffling. “I guess you really did break my heart,” she said, forcing a sad, but genuine small, small smile.

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I’m allowing myself to indulge in a few spoiler gifsets of the last episode of The Eclipse before I watch it tonight, and oooooomgggggg I can’t WAAAAIIIITTTTTTT. CAN’T. WAIT.!.!.!.

To wile away the time before the kids are in bed, I’ll take quick note of a new/old dorama I’ve picked up, another one in the Machida Keita rabbithole:

So I complained a bit during my Three Star Bar review that I think some of Machida’s projects are underutilizing his acting ability (and it looks like there are some serious duds on the list, like a show about him switching identities with his grandmother??), which is unfortunate, because if the gateway to his work, as it was for me, was Cherry Magic, then we were seriously spoiled with a rock solid and wide-ranging performance. I wonder if there’s analysis out there about BL projects being ones that really push actors to move beyond their usual range limits -- I certainly feel that way about Takeda Kouhei in Old Fashion Cupcake now that I’m seeing him in a much more limited role in Banshaku no Ryuugi, and I know he was with our darling Akaso Eiji in a Kamen Rider series. I probably need to watch more BL projects to make that judgement overall, but I’ll just make the assumption for now that BL pushes otherwise pigeonholed actors to dive into material that’s well outside their usual range (with a probable exception being Kinou Nani Tabeta, with Nishijima Hidetoshi and Uchino Seiyou being ridiculously talented in anything they do).

Okay, so anyway, with this dang rabbithole, I’m plodding through Super Rich, and I watched Three Star Bar, and I indulgently (shower scenes) and patiently (fake crying) got through Teppachi!, and these shows are fine, but certainly not showcases for any sort of boundary-pushing creativity. The material is either steady or light, and the acting required is relatively pedestrian. (Although Akaso Eiji does make Super Rich watchable, the plot is just pretty slow and unexciting.)

In other words, if Machida is pigeonholed into a straight-guy-in-a-straight-role situation, you’re just not gonna see much by way of his real ability to act rangefully (allow me this word, ha).

So recently, my Tumblr dash highlighted a post from the “Based off the tags you follow!” algorithm (why the exclamation point, Tumblr?), and it was a very short review of a 2018 NHK show called “Life as a Girl,” which stars Shison Jun as an utterly fabulous transgender woman named Ogawa Miki, and Machida as her former high school classmate, who ends up living with Miki while he gets out of debt. And the review piqued my interest because it basically said, WATCH THIS, and Machida plays a himbo, and well, THAT’S gonna get me curious, because what the hell does that mean?

And this is SUCH. A. GOOD. SHOW. A SERIOUSLY GOOD SHOW. 

I’m only on episode two, and there are only four episodes, which I already know is a damn shame, but sometimes NHK does this thing where they get CRAZY creative for a really short series. And surprisingly, for a show that has a transgender main character, NHK aired this on Friday nights at 10 pm, which is not the usual midnight slot that other Japanese channels give to shows of boundary-pushing material. The episodes are 45 minutes each, allowing the plot and characters to really wind their way through complicated scenarios, like group blind dates and realizations about insecurity.

I’ll do a bigger review once I finish this, but essentially, NHK and the writers of this show do not allow any making fun of Miki, except when certain men ask her if she’s “cut her thing off,” which allows for a touch of a comedic element about gender-based issues that’s then almost immediately batted down by Miki, who loudly retorts about how rude those kinds of comments are. I honestly would have expected NHK to have demanded a more comedic approach to this material, but it is treated utterly seriously and with compassion.

So, Machida, himbo? More than that (although yes, there are himbo elements). First off -- he plays a comedic character, acting essentially as a foil to Miki’s serious commitment to her life decision to live as a woman. In essence, his comedy is rooted in how Miki sees cishet men as generally ridiculous. She has not had any surgery yet, and has been living as a woman for a number of years by the time we meet her.

When Machida’s character, Goto, meets her, he’s in need of a place to stay, and is unsurprisingly surprised to see his formerly male classmate as a woman. He’s a bumbling guy, having gone into debt after an ex-girlfriend dumped him. 

As the comedic foil, Machida is PERFECT -- hilarious, well-timed, goofy, physically engaged. But, he also shows that glimmer of deep compassion, concern, and attention that we saw subsequently in abundance in Cherry Magic, with his Goto paying attention to the fact that Miki is actually suffering from extreme loneliness in contemplating her life as a lesbian who wants to find a partner who is okay with her current state of transition. And in Kobe, where the show is set, that arrangement is complicated to find. 

This has gotten way longer than I expected, so I promise I’ll do a full review once I finish this short series (after The Eclipse and the latest episode of Silent), but once again, Tumblr was right, and I’m glad I went on this side road of the Machida rabbithole to find this show. (And then I’ll get back to Super Rich, gosh darn it, I WILL finish that show.) Life as a Girl makes me LOVE NHK, because while TV Tokyo really owns the boundary-pushing edgy corner of Japanese television (KNT, CM, etc.), NHK invests and muscles it way in at times, and I’m thrilled that NHK supported this material as Japan’s biggest broadcaster. (ALSO: I don’t think I’ve seen Shison Jun in any doramas yet, but holy shit, HIS performance kills. So much more to say about this once I finish the series!)

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Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

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**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

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It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”