#single roses are supposed to be romantic so yeah

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

@binniesbooks 2024

[aclowntiny]

Hello!! I'm a baby Atiny and it has been some some weeks that I've been in love with the boys. I really love and appreciate them. I wanted to know if you'd be able to write ATEEZ reacting to their crush being allergic to flowers. I always read reactions and of course, flowers are a beautiful gesture, but it's actually funny when you're allergic haha.

Welcome to the ship of fools 🏴‍☠️😆 gotta know friend, who's your bias if you have one? So glad to see more atiny joining!!! 🥰 also I love your idea, that's such a funny & unique one! Also enjoy this wonderful shoot including my favorite picture of Jongho ever

Ateez Finding Out Their Crush is Allergic to Flowers

Hongjoong

It was going to be the perfect moment: the dashing protagonist winning his love interest with a heart-fluttering gesture: a single red rose presented with just the right flourish.

Or so Hongjoong thought.

“For you,” he almost whispered, holding out the rose with a smile and a darting gaze between the ruby petals and you.

“O-oh,” you stutter, taking the flower and twisting it nervously in your hand, “thank you. Hongjoong, this is so- achoo!” You can’t even get a full sentence out before breaking into a sneeze, even the small amount of pollen tightening your sinuses. You were worried this would happen, but come on, look at the man standing before you! You had a huge crush on him, and maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

Hongjoong’s hand fell gently upon your shoulder as your body was wracked with another sneeze, taking the rose back from your hand. “You’re allergic, aren’t you? From now on,” he chuckled, “no more real flowers, then.”

“What, you were going to get me more?” You asked, arching a brow at Hongjoong, who held the rose away from you twisting in his left hand.

“Only if you liked the first one,” he replied with a shy smile, gaze drifting from yours.

“I do, though!” You protested despite yourself. “Roses are my favorite. They’re so…so romantic,” you blushed.

“It was supposed to be,” he whispers, eyes and smile both widening as you take his empty hand in yours.

“I have some good news, then, you tell him, “You know what’s even more romantic?”

“What?”

“I have no problem with dried flowers, so you may hold it for a while, but I can press it and keep it forever.”

Seonghwa

Seonghwa had a surprise for you. This was the night he planned to confess to you, and for the occasion he’d bought the biggest bouquet of roses he could find. Ok, not the biggest, but a dozen very wide blooms that he hoped dearly would get his point across. As he went to pick you up, he hid the flowers gently in the back seat, laying in the dim light out of your view.

“Hi,” you greeted gently as you slid into his car, bringing an instant smile to Seonghwa’s face.

“Hi, how was your day?” He asked, gaze alternating between your lovely eyes and his rearview mirror as he backed out of your driveway. “I mean, I know you said work wasn’t great, so I wanted to cheer you up, but what happened?”

“Well, our management is just not great, and today we had five callouts, so…” Your words continued, but as you spoke, Seonghwa could see every time you passed a streetlight just how moist your eyes looked. How red.

He reached over, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he said softly, “it’s over now and we’re going to have a good time tonight, ok? And I’m here to listen, so no need to cry.”

At that, your head snapped up in confusion. “Cry? No, today was stressful but I’m happy it’s over. I’m not crying, my allergies are just going crazy for some reason. It’s weird, I wasn’t outside for too long, but I guess the flowers must just be going.”

Uh, oh, did you say… “Flowers?”

“Yeah,” you nod, blinking, “they make my allergies flare up.”

A pang of guilt hit Seonghwa- he was only trying to brighten your day! “Uh,” he took his hand off your shoulder, gripping the wheel again and jerking his head toward the back seat, “I didn’t want to give you your surprise this early, but I think I went with the wrong surprise. Take a look in the back seat.”

He chuckled nervously as you turned around, starting as you burst into laughter. The noise was so sudden yet genuine he soon joined in.

“Oh my gosh, no wonder!” You breathed in between laughs. “I didn’t think I’d passed anything! You really got those to surprise me?”

“Unfortunately, I did,” Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, no, I needed the laugh,” you reassured him, “and they’re beautiful.”

Seonghwa looked at you intently. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Yunho

“Yunho, I have that cake I promised you!”

Your friendship with Yunho, you always joked, was based off of cooking. Ever since he found out you had some skills in the kitchen, you tried out new things to make him and brought it by when you hung out with your mutual friend, now friends, from his group. Not that you minded seeing Yunho more- he was super nice, maybe even the nicest in the group as you would quip, the man practically not letting you move a muscle and letting you get away with murder in the dorms. That was why you wanted to make him a cake, in fact. In your last message to him, you told him you would bring it.

“I thought you might say that,” he shot back, “which is why I got…this!”

Whirling around, reaching for something on the table, and whipping back to face you, Yunho produced a bouquet of flowers that he held out your way with a look of comical pride. The moment they (almost) hit you, your face contorted and you instinctively turned away as if struck.

“Whoa, did I scare you? I’m sorry, I just wanted to thank you with something pretty for always being so bright and kind.” The way his face fell had your heart shattering.

“No, no, please don’t think anything bad,” you waved your hands, “I react quickly like that when I see flowers because I’m allergic. I- I didn’t want to sneeze on the cake and ruin it!”

“O-oh,” he stuttered, running a hand through his hair and freezing for a second before darting forward to collect the exposed cake on its tray from you, “I see! Well here, let me get this! And don’t worry, I’ll hold onto the flowers and get you something even better!”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you denied, playing with the hem of your shirt and rolling your shoulders at freedom from your burden, “I really am happy to bake for you.”

“And I,” Yunho countered, leaning a bit closer to you with a beam, “am happy to shower you with anything that shows my appreciation!”

Yeosang

“Oh, (y/n), there you are!”

Turning around, you see Yeosang crossing the café toward where you sat, hands behind his back. “Oh, yeah sorry, I kind of hid from you! I thought a corner table might be nice.”

He smiles at your words, momentarily distracting you from what he was hiding. “That’s perfect for me.”

“Good!” You clap your hands. “Wanna do our usual?” Your usual meaning getting two mini-desserts and splitting them.

“Of course I do,” he replies brightly, “you’re the only one who’ll do that with me!”

“That’s because they can’t get on your wavelength,” you mock-brag, crossing your arms.

“No,” he muses as he lowers himself into the chair across from you, maneuvering his hidden arms carefully, “and I really appreciate it. Maybe you know it, but just in case you don’t, here.”

With that, before you could even ask him what he was hiding, he whips out a beautiful bouquet of pink and white flowers, roses, freckled lilies, and dainty white violas standing out to your eyes. And your nose.

“Oh, these are so-achoo!- beautiful, Yeosang, I really love the- ACHOO!” How embarrassing, you thought, here is he giving you something so beautiful and your allergies are keepong you from appreciating it. You sneezed once more and Yeosang’s brows furrowed in concern.

“Oh, are you allergic to something in here? I had no idea, I just wanted to show you some-”

“Oh, don’t apologize. Achoo! You didn’t know,” you replied, voice starting to sound stuffy, “and I really appreciate the gesture. Can you just take them back for a second and-”

He pulled the bouquet out from near your face immediately, handing you his napkin, which you gratefully accepted. You wanted a hole to open below you and swallow you up, but your heart and breaths calmed a bit when you saw how fondly he was still looking at you.

“I hope this doesn’t mean I have to take back my confession, too.”

San

“Thank you so much for coming, (y/n). It really means a lot,” San told you as he rounded a corner towards a road ending in a wooden arch.

“Of course, San, anytime,” you answered, clutching the basket you’d offered to hold for him on the drive, “how could I not? It sounds like fun, I can’t believe no one wanted to go with you for a farm day!”

“Right?” He agreed, eyes shining. “On the pick your own day nonetheless! But that means I get to have even more fun with you!”

Your heart swelled at San’s words and the excited motion of his hands- he really was a sweetheart, you thought as you pulled through the wooden arch with the farm name on it. You could see it was European-inspired judging by the font of the arch lettering and stylings of the little cottage and barn. This would be an adorable day.

The moment you parked and got out, however, you felt that weighty feeling in your skull that usually symbolized your eyes swelling. As San brought you to the back of the farm by where a family was heading, baskets on all five of their arms, your heart fell.

It was a field of tulips, three of them to be precise. Rows of red, then yellow, then pink, all dotted by excited people with clippers and all but tinting the air yellow with pollen. A strangled sound left your lips as your eyes burned, and San couldn’t help but notice.

“(y/n), is everything all right?”

Your hands folded nervously behind your back as your chest hammered. It felt so bad to ruin this for San- could you even do it?

“I’ll be fine,” you brush it off, “my flower allergy is just acting up.”

San’s jaw drops. “What? You have a-” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s completely all right, we can just-”

“Go to the peach picking instead,” he finishes for you, “you’re more important to me than some flowers I can get in a shop. I’d rather we make a good memory together than just get some flowers, ok?”

He’s greatly rewarded for this when you lean in and kiss his cheek. “You’re so sweet, San. That sounds great to me.”

Mingi

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Yes,” you giggle, eyes firmly closed as you sat in the passenger seat, “I can’t wait to open my eyes again!”

“But no peeking!”

“No peeking,” you repeat as you feel along the rough strap of your seat belt until your finger finds the release button.

“Good. Wait there and I’ll come get you,” Mingi says, and you hear the driver’s seat door open. Moments later, your door opens as well and a hand finds yours, wrapping around it and pulling you out of the car.

The moment you stand up, Mingi’s hand falls gently across your face, covering your eyes which flutter open into a warmer darkness. Your feet don’t falter as he urges you forward on clearly excited footing, bringing a smile to your face.

“Wait until you see it, (y/n), it’s so beautiful! Just a few more steps here,” he says as he guides you up a slight incline. The ground beneath you feels like…dirt?

Your eyes itch beneath their human mask, and they start to feel heavy. You blink several times and Mingi catches it, hands faltering a little as his steps slow. A few eye-watering steps later, he bids you open your eyes, the warmth lifting from across your face as your head tilts to take in Mingi’s huge smile.

“Well? Don’t you think it’s pretty?” He holds out an arm, proudly sweeping it over a stunning view of hills dotted with small purple flowers, one of which you stood at the foot of.

“Yes, it’s…it’s gorgeous,” you blink a few more times, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as one falls.

“Wait,” Mingi’s smile drops, “are you crying? You are crying! What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

“No,” you smile, wiping the unshed tears from your puffy eyes, “I love it, Mingi, really. I’m just allergic to flowers is all, so my body has a funny way of showing it.”

His eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Oh, (y/n), I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! We can take pictures from far away, here…” His hand falls on yours again, this time tugging you away from the hills like they had the plague.

Chuckling, you dug your heels in, sending him reeling to face you. “Hey, I’ll be fine for some pictures in them as long as you don’t mind a few sniffles in between. I don’t look puffy, do I?”

Mingi shook his head, squeezing your hand. “You look gorgeous.”

Wooyoung

Subtlety be darned. “Hey (y/n),” Wooyoung leaned on the counter, “what’s your favorite flower?”

Your gaze turned from the microwave, where a bag of popcorn was popping. “Well, I really love orchids, I think they’re so pretty, but I’m allergic to flowers,” you answered with an alternate smile and frown.

Internally, Wooyoung smacked his forehead. What other kind of romantic gift could he get you to express his undying love for you and get you to go out with him and fall for him too and- oops, you were staring at him as he froze.

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

“Oh,” he stuttered, “no reason. Uh, do you, er… like chocolate?”

“Are you trying to shop for me or something?” You asked with an amused smile, head leaning on your hand, elbow bent to hit your zone of the counter.

Well, he had said screw subtlety. “I was, but if you’re going to be so difficult,” he teased, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your midsection and turning toward you, voice warm against your ear, “I’ll just give you a different token of my affection.”

Before you could express your surprise, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Hope that was alright.”

Blushing, you nodded.

“Good,” he grinned with satisfaction, arms still around you, “because I’ve figured out your gift, too. I’ll get you an orchid necklace. How’s that for flowers?”

Jongho

“Getting flowers is the best feeling,” Seonghwa had said, to the agreement of the few other guys involved in the conversation.

“I wouldn’t know,” you joked, “I’m allergic, so no one’s ever gotten me any before.”

Gears turned in Jongho’s head the moment you said that, even as surprise fell across his face. “You’ve never received flowers before?”

“No,” you shook your head, “most people just know I can’t get them, I guess. Too bad, huh? I bet it does feel nice.”

Well, if Jongho had anything to say about it, you would find out.

~

“I- I got something for you, (y/n),” Jongho tells you, one hand behind his back.

Your jaw drops, hand rising to your chest. “Me? What for?”

“Because I really wanted to get you flowers,” he replies, taking his right hand out from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of the most realistic silk flowers you’d ever seen, a gorgeously vibrant splash of purple, yellow, green…

Your hand falls in shock, then rises again to caress the soft, lovely, and above all hypoallergenic blooms, chest ballooning with warmth. “You did this for me? These are beautiful, just as pretty as the real thing,” you gushed, “thank you, Jongho!”

Before he could reply, you leapt up, throwing your arms around his neck in an embrace he returned with his flower-free hand around your back. As you pulled away, he looked at you, eyes smiling.

“I’m really glad you like them, (y/n). You know, I like these too. They’ll never die this way. It feels poetic somehow, doesn’t it?”

Heart skipping a beat, you nod, reaching for his hand.

[thewertsearch]

CEB: wait… CEB: are you saying that vriska is interested in me? CEB: like, romantically?

I think she thinks she likes you, the same way she thought she liked Tavros. In her eyes, you're a potential replacement for him, which is a dangerous position to be in.

In short: yes. But watch out!

CTG: do you like her CEB: well, like i said, i thought she was pretty cool… CEB: kinda bossy! but also pretty friendly. CTG: yeah ok CTG: but i mean CTG: anything more than that CTG: like CTG: if earth wasnt destroyed and she werent in some other universe on a planet full of unspeakable frothing dipshits CTG: and she was on earth visiting your town or something CTG: would you want to ask her to go see one of your dumbass movies

Dave is actually helping John talk through his feelings, which is sweet as all hell. His instincts around this are surprisingly good, too - it probably would help John to separate his feelings about Vriska from his current situation.

Try to divorce yourself from the session, just for a second. You're not John the Player - you're John the teenager, and a girl likes you.

What do you think about her?

CEB: i don't think i have ever actually liked a girl before in that way, so i am not really sure what i am supposed to feel or do…

Grew up in a small town in Suburbia, USA.

Raised by a single father who struggles to relate to him.

No extended family to speak of, unless you count the ecto-sister he learned about an hour ago.

Has a social circle consisting of three online besties, and never mentions any IRL friends.

Uses stilted phrases like 'not a homosexual', and is so confused by his own feelings that he can't identify a crush.

John Egbert is a very sheltered kid, is what I'm getting at. I wouldn't be surprised if Karkat and Vriska were the first people who ever had crushes on him. This is all completely new to John, and I don't think has the slightest idea how he's supposed to respond.

Dad's great, but if John asked him for relationship advice, he'd tell his son to get a decent aftershave and a well-pressed suit. He's flying blind, and things will only get more complicated from here on in.

CTG: did one of the human ladies reject you ?CG: OF COURSE NOT. CTG: how did it go did you stand in a quadrant like you were playing four square CTG: holding a bucket full of flowers or slime or whatever and jade was like no thanks bro

I mean, he might have started with John, but he seems to hate Jade quite a lot, too.

We now know this was after his confession to John. Maybe it was a rebound?

CTG: or maybe it was a guy who rejected you ?CG: FUCK OFF. CTG: haha wow bingo CTG: see how i look right now thats a poker face might want to take some notes ?CG: I SEE NOTHING BUT A COWARD BEHIND DARK EYEWEAR CLEARLY DESIGNED FOR WOMEN AND A PAIR OF IMPUDENT LIPS PURSED SO TIGHT IT'LL SOUND LIKE AIR SQUEALING OUT OF A BALLOON WHEN I PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT.

Pursed lips?

Karkat. No, Karkat, look at me. Do you have a little crush on all the human kids?

You do, don't you. Oh my god, you do. Just stay away from Rose, or Kanaya will chainsaw you in half.

?CG: AND JOHN, PURELY HYPOTHETICALLY, IF ONE OF US IN THE FUTURE DOES MAKE SOME SORT OF SOLICITATION YOU DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND… ?CG: BECAUSE OF PERHAPS SOME CULTURAL DIFFERENCES ?CG: I MEAN NO ONE IN PARTICULAR HERE ?CG: MAYBE TRY TO UNDERSTAND THAT PERSON MIGHT NOT BE THINKING TOO CLEARLY AT THAT MOMENT

Karkat, you're killing me here. I'm dying. You don't get any Boondollars from killing a liveblogger, Karkat.

[tumbling-rocks-no-danger]

Give me Steve who has no fucking clue how to date a man. Give me Steve who’s really good at dating women, does all the romantic shit. Flowers, movie dates, holding doors open, the works. He’s used to the way his bodies fit against theirs, being the rock, the furnace.

He doesn’t really like dating per se; he doesn’t like feeling like he has to rebuild himself after every single failed date and every single failed relationship. It’s almost as if King Steve has to come back, at least at first, for things to work out. He has to dip into the persona, the one he abandoned years ago. He needs to bring back the ‘Harrington Charm’ to avoid being off-putting. He has to hide the stranger facets to his personality behind King Steve’s confidence.

He doesn’t like dating, but he’s really good at it.

And then he starts dating guys (you know who, don’t be obtuse) and suddenly everything is confusing and awkward.

Is he supposed to get him flowers? Do queer dudes want their dates to give them flowers? Is it gauche? Is it kind of like the hanky’s? If he buys him roses, does it mean he, like, wants to shove an arm up his ass?

And it’s not like they can really go on dates in public either. They can’t really be all cuddly and romantic like that without getting attacked.

And who pays? It’s not like there’s a girl in the relationship, so who cuddles who? Who holds the door? Can you still be bros? Can you smack each other on the ass, or is that an invitation for sex? Can you burp? Are queer dudes okay with that? They do some crazy things in bed, so he can’t imagine it would be an issue? Are you supposed to share clothes? Also how do you not get envious about the other guy’s body?

That was why Steve didn’t realize he liked dudes, after all; he both wanted them and wanted to be them. He’d look at another guy in the locker room and he certainly didn’t feel good, but it wasn’t just envy…

How does this all work?

Whenever he does something traditionally romantic for Eddie, the guy gets this stupid face, like he just smelled something rank. His nose wrinkles and he looks at Steve like he just stepped on his brand new white sneakers. He supposes it’s just new to him, but what if that’s not the issue? What if it’s one of those cultural taboos, like, ‘don’t do anything heterosexual, it’s fucking weird’? Could it be an insult?

Robin had dragged him to that one bookstore in Indianapolis, the one with the rainbow flag in the window. The… people? The people working there had looked at him like he was lost, and it made him feel really, just, looked at?

Why does being queer require so much fucking reading? That was the one thing about school Steve was always fucking terrible at, and now, to not feel like Bambi stumbling through the forest on scrawny little legs, he has to do it? It’s not like he can copy off of Nancy’s notes this time, and Robin said that he has to learn some things on his own. The fuck? What happened to queer solidarity?

Is Steve just supposed to humiliate himself over and over again until things just work? That’s a little too vulnerable for his tastes. It’s enough that he has a man looking at his butthole multiple times a week and y’know, doing stuff with it, now he has to be a bumbling oaf about it?

So, yeah🌝

[kitkatopinions]

If yang is treated like an awful sister in volume 9 and her paying attention to blake and ignoring ruby is treated as a flaw and was called out for said flaw how you feel about that?

I think in general, I completely agree with the people calling Yang an awful sister in Volume 9. I've heard every defense imaginable for why she was acting the way she was acting in V9, but really, Ruby's growing breakdown and her suffering was obvious. Like Ruby quite literally fainted from her trauma, and went through almost the whole volume in uncharacteristic gloom while showing complete disinterest in trying to get back her once beloved weapon, only having small two second moments of happiness here and there that quickly got crushed, being self-deprecating, hunching in on herself, trying not to fall apart, and then she had a panic attack during the fight with Neo's Jabberwalkers at the Paper Pleaser's village, and.... Yang was doing what? Not noticing.

Giggling and flirting, and smarting off and rolling her eyes, and having a grand old time in her fights, and dismissing it when Ruby did start to talk about her regrets by saying it's like Ironwood. Yeah, Yang shows some minor concern sometimes before Ruby's breakdown, but to me it felt like less concern than one of my coworkers had shown one time that I was sick at work and they had to drive me home. It didn't feel like the care a good older sister would show to a traumatized and clearly struggling beloved younger sister, it felt like the passing obligatory sympathy a stranger would show to another stranger if they found them crying at a bar. Like 'Oh are you okay? Yeah? Okay, if you're sure. I'll get back to my friend group.' And then you just move on and try to have fun for the rest of the night. That's how Yang prior to Ruby's breakdown feels to me.

Then while Ruby's having her breakdown, what does Yang do?

Yang 1. treats Ruby like a threat to Blake and glares at her. 2. does absolutely nothing to console Ruby or protest her words in any way. 3. does absolutely nothing when Jaune starts yelling in her face victim blaming her for things outside of her control and essentially saying she's not allowed to feel bad things or express that she feels bad things while she's standing there crying. 4. Doesn't immediately run after her when she takes off alone in a dangerous chaos world after she just demonstrated that she might not be able to fight, is clearly emotionally compromised, and being actively targeted by Neo who just made it even more clear that she's gunning directly for Ruby. 5. Gets angry like "how could she be kinda mean to me? Why couldn't she talk to me even though I shot her down the one time she expressed negative feelings to me? Ugh she's so impossible, not being one hundred percent okay after the death of her friend and being upset that I'm treating this like a romantic fun getaway while she's spiraling into an obvious breakdown that I didn't notice at all."

And then when Ruby ascends, Yang is like beaming away hugging Jaune like five minutes later? And when she sees Ruby in the tree, she's at least somewhat affected - although still much less than I'd want her to be, like compare Yang seeing Ruby in the tree to when the Doctor in Doctor Who thought he lost Rose for the first time, or Jack Harkness when Rose "dies" in front of him (since they didn't even know each other that long,) or Martha the first time Jack "dies" in front of her despite the fact that it was the first time she'd seen him, or Rose the first time Jack "dies" in front of her, or Amy and the Doctor the first time Rory "dies" in front of them, or Amy and the Doctor the second time Rory "dies" in front of them- You get the point. Yang is supposed to be Ruby's sister, but her reactions go between limited and not nearly emotional enough to near non-existent, and we're supposed to buy it as the single most caring and loving older sister that raised Ruby on her own and just loves her oh so much? I don't buy it.

Especially because Yang then completely ignores all the suffering Ruby's been through and how Ruby explicitly said she didn't want to be treated like a perfect girl with all the answers and didn't want to be the leader anymore, and was like "oh yeah Ruby is our perfect leader who never doubts herself and never shows weakness and has never been confused a day in her life." How am I supposed to think of Yang as a caring older sister when she completely ignores Ruby and disregards what she says and what she needs, in order to over-rely on her? Volume 9 made Yang look like a terrible sister tbh.

I will clarify: The problem isn't 'Yang gives Blake attention,' it's that the writers can't seem to write both 'Yang gives Blake attention, cares about her, and loves her as a romantic partner' and 'Yang gives Ruby attention, cares about her, and loves her as a sister.' They tend to push Ruby and Yang's relationship to the back and focus on Blake and Yang's relationship when they could and should be focusing on both sets of dynamics. Because of how much Ruby's relationship with Yang is shoved to the side and Blake and Yang's is emphasized, it does make it feel like Yang cares much more about Blake than she does about Ruby - coupled with things like Yang protectively stepping in front of Blake when Ruby is upset or even earlier, her pulling Blake out of the house with apathy in V6 while Ruby was still in the building and Qrow was passed out drunk on the counter. But the problem isn't 'Yang is written to care about Blake' it's that it feels like the writers only write her to care about Blake and don't care about her other dynamics, which makes it feel like she doesn't really care about Ruby that much at all.

It's very sad, because one of the reasons I originally loved Yang was that I connected with her as an older sister. I love my younger sister very much, I would do anything for her, I want to protect her, but I also think of her as very strong and able to protect herself, similar to how Yang acted in the first five seasons. Yang was one of my absolute favorite characters in RWBY - if not my number one favorite - partially because of how good it felt to see a sibling relationship where they loved and cared about each other and prioritized each other. Now I'm really struggling to like Yang's character at all, and a big reason for that is that it no longer feels like she really cares that much about Ruby. So yeah. XD

TL;DR: I actually completely agree with the people saying Yang is being a bad sister, and her ignoring Ruby is totally a flaw that I'd call out.

[variousqueerthings]

Just the old favourites...

AND IT'S THE DAY OF THE DOCTOR! there's four "of the doctor" titles in a row at the end of this, which I will forgive, because the specials back in what 2008? 2009? were also basically about the Doctor, and this is the end of Eleven's era (one episode left after this and we meet Twelve!!!) so yeah, go on, make it a bit Doctor-centric I gueeeess (but maybe a little less?)

anyway, how do we do with the whole... Doctor thing?

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 6/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 3/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 5/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 10/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 4/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 2/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 5/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 4/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 5/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 3/10

FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)

it's got... some points. I am a big fan of Gallifrey being back on the map! I am really into the final bit from Tom Baker appearing until the last little speech. but I don't think most of this hangs together as a coherent narrative, as such. let us peruse

OBJECTIFICATION: considering how many female characters are in this episode, Osgood, Clara, Kate Stewart, Bad Wolf Interface, and Queen Elizabeth, it does remarkably well for a M*ffat penned episode. however. you can guess who suffers a bit -- surprisingly not as much as I'd remember: It's Queen Liz of course (although actually her issues come up more related to this eras ongoing Stuff around authority, and how she interacts with the Doctor)

Elizabeth, you see, is in Looooove with the Doctor, which is the thing that's going to be the single most annoying pervasive plotpoint in RTD's era. she's kind of ditzy about it, even though she's actually capable elsewhere in the episode, and she's introduced in this sort of romantic outing with the Doctor (who's doing it to out her as an alien, which she isn't)

it's not the worst, considering how this character has been described throughout nu!who, but it's also very eye-rollery

BUT WAIT! there's also the Bad Wolf Interface, played by Billie Piper, whom I'd technically be happy to see, and who does pretty well with what she's given, but...

The War Doctor, burning his hand: The interface, it’s hot Bad Wolf Interface: Well I do my best

this isn't massive, I know I know. and technically this is neither Rose nor The Bad Wolf, however... never were these characters portrayed doing this kind of dialogue. the Bad Wolf is kind of a manic pixie dream girl at times, and it irks a bit. it's not massive. but it irks.

PLOT-POINT: Clara is doing plot shit, and not much else. Queen Liz is a joke B-plot point really. Kate Stewart, noooow ok she's got some opinions on things, some things I want to circle back to, but not on this point (but the main gist is, to what extent is Kate Stewart actually an antagonist). Osgood, I'd say, comes out of this the best, she's got a neat little arc with her Zygon self, which I believe carries on into later episodes

and then there's the Bad Wolf/Moment. I quite like the Moment, actually. I think the Moment as a being + a weapon is interesting. Dunno if that much is done with it on the whole (but that's the next point down). I acknowledge that because the Interface has the face of Rose Tyler/The Bad Wolf, I'm treating it like a female character, which may be flawed thinking, but fuckit, onwards, the Moment is a plot device/Macguffin type, because the Moment has no motivations, it just is, and was introduced in this episode in order to give an object around which the Doctor could make choices. and happens to look like the Bad Wolf, but strangely even that doesn't really matter (we'll get to that)

COMPLEXITY: sOOOooo this plot is kind of a series of best-ofs smooshed together. remember the Queen Liz jokes? well, here's the story behind that. remember the fez? Allons-y, Geronimo, making fun of appearances and quirks, check check, Tom Baker (being fabulous), Billie Piper, and... it's a 50th anniversary, it's fine, I get it, but I wish it wasn't so "this happens and then this happens because this is what we need to happen and then this happens..."

and I do like the ending, even though getting to it is very messy

I kind of wish a few elements had been stripped back or entirely away, so one could zero in on some emotional depth, because while there are some great moments (Ten being the Doctor who's always counting deaths, and Eleven being the Doctor who refuses to look at them is a highlight), it moves too fast for you to breathe and take a lot of it in

take, the Moment as Bad Wolf, love it, and they do timey-wimey handwavey you'll forget all of this, so it doesn't totally fuck around with Rose just being an ordinary girl that the Doctor met, but there's this bit where The War Doctor says "oh bad wolf girl I could kiss you!" and she says something to the effect of "you're going to" and Ten goes something like "I'm sorry did you say Bad Wolf!????"... and then we move on

not that this is Ten's episode, but you brought back Billie Piper and not a single little emotional beat of Ten realising that the Bad Wolf in some way is still looking out for them (or hell, Eleven having that beat too, it's not like they're not the same character)

the Time War is the big sufferer of this though. I know it's described in books in a truly terrifying time-fucked-up Eldritch Gods type way, and what we get is a handful of scenes of explosions and screaming citizens (are they Time Lords or just locals? I don't know enough lore to know the details on how many were Time Lords), and this recurring shot of laughing kids around a maypole. what's with the maypole, idk, it's like a symbol for childhood innocence or something in this

if it had made a choice to not actually show details of the Time War, for example, a lot of that could have been left to the imagination and there could have been a different - more affecting - way of portraying the Doctor's Choice. I'm a big fan of the counting the dead as concept, for example, it says something about both Ten and Eleven

also not sold on every single Doctor suddenly beaming away Gallifrey, it's doing a lot of heavy lifting without much explanation about why it should work. a lot of rushedness to get to one single point

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: ohhh well this is the gamechanger for the plot, the shift in gears. no longer a story about someone who carries the guilt of an entire dead civilisation, it's now the story of someone trying to find their way home

it's very much a Doctor story, the Doctor interacting with the Doctor

however there is also UNIT. we've reintroduced UNIT this season with Kate Stewart (daughter of Lethbridge-Stewart), and a "science first" approach. IIIII am not so sure about it all, considering she was ready to Blow Up London, and yeah, that was halted for a second, but for now there's been no follow-up on that first intention

since I'm watching Classic!Who next to it, I notice that the Third Doctor isn't working with UNIT so much as he needs to be there, because there's nowhere else to go, and is frequently trying to curb their worst instinct, and the Brigadier is frequently the face of conservative reactions to the unknown. the Doctor at this point likes him (and also insults him), and I'm sure they'll be going through some relationship stuff in the future

but crucially UNIT's a delicate balance, and maybe kiiiind of in this iteration to, considering Kate Stewart's "blowing shit up" plan. I'm kind of wary of UNIT as uncomplicated good guys, which they weren't at that point, and could be delved into much more. also UNIT feels very... British, in a colonialist sense. there's discomfort there

COMPANIONS MATTER: Clara helps them out a couple of times, but she takes a backseat in this one, untiiiil she basically drives the moment to change Time War History. I feel so bad for her as actress playing a character, because we're given so little, but she's presented as 1. knowing all of Doctor history due to being in their timestream and being "born to save him" and 2. saving Gallifrey from destruction by talking the Doctor out of it???? it's so left-field and not really connected to who she is in the narrative (that is, the narrative struggles to place her in it unless it suddenly needs her). I really like Clara, I don't like what the narrative does with her

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: this has soooooo much handwavey "the Doctor does stuff because the Doctor can," and in a way it's something I'm like "fine because I also want that narrative of returning to Gallifrey and everything that comes with it" but... I do think there's a version of this story that could have done more to complicate the Doctor, but of course that's a lot to ask of a M*ffat type of Doctor Who

the depictions of Time Lord society are also... look I just don't think M*ffat knows how to do epic particularly well. he tries and it's mostly a bit silly. lot of talking and "trust me this is so cool"

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: oof, this one is... hard to parse. some of this is great. some of this annoys the hell out of me, it really depends on where you land on super special girl of all time the Doctor <- when portrayed as such -- I personally wish that something would complicate this story a little bit, and not just pull classic!who back in order to recontextualise it for new canon that I'm not sure is good enough for it

I really liked the Tom Baker cameo, but I just am not a fan of making previous Doctor Who actually about this Doctor Who. it's a thin thin line to cross over, and not one that can be done by smashing it with a hammer, and M*ffat is a hammer-smasher

that being said that last speech, with all the Doctors, big fan!

ALSO they played both Rose's theme and Martha's for some reason. why would you do me like this???!

“SEXINESS”: well, you know what everyone really missed with Ten? it was a woman grabbing his face and kissing him without his consent, because it's very funny and he's clearly uncomfortable. this happens Three times with the same character (queen Elizabeth)

also a bunch of hints from Eleven at Ten that this is all so very sexy and the like bla bla

there's also a screwdriver-comparing dick joke between Ten and Eleven.... Ten I'm sorry you would never!

INTERNAL WORLD: eehhh bit all over the place, but not as much as has been in M*ffat stuff before, which may just be that most of it has been set up before. there's UNIT, there's the Time War/Gallifrey (if very simplistically portrayed), and Elizabethan Timez. could be worse, could be better

POLITICS: Someone! Take! Authority! Figures! Away! From! Doctor! Who! by this I mean the continued glorification of Monarchy and Churchill and military we've had throughout this era, fuckn stop!

make these stories about people that matter! I note in this episode how little of it focuses on people doing shit, and is just about so-called Important People Doing Shit. the most we get to an ordinary person with real stakes in this is Osgood, who is also UNIT (and has Kate Stewart's phone no-less). yes Clara is... there, but she's there to witness the important shit

it takes the Doctor away from the sphere where we actually relate to them, and into the "actually I only worry about the hobnobs and the important things, the little picture the little person is not the Point"

I think that's what this episode suffers from the most. it's floating away in a balloon with nary a character, setting, or Theme to properly ground it, with the exception of that final bit: "At last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going. Home, the long way around."

FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)

and here we are, one episode from the end of Eleven's era, and it's an average M*ffat rating. bit of a mess, but with an actual good teaser at the end there for once!

I like Osgood, think UNIT has the promise to be compelling if handled correctly, and of course I'm into the Classic!Doctors fanservice. I think Ten is written somewhat to the left of actual Ten, there's some bullshit political stuff as a continuation from M*ffat's bullshit political stuff, and the Time War is presented as a bit... simple on the whole

gosh I didn't even mention John Hurt??? JOHN HURT!!!!! he's really good actually, he sells the weariness excellently and brings the Doctor down a peg from All Awe-Inspiring Heroic Being to just some guy in a bad position. John Hurt also had two of my favourite lines, first mistaking Ten and Eleven for companions (they get younger all the time lol) and then when realising they're the Doctor: "You’re my future selves? Am I having a midlife crisis?"

the interaction between the three Doctors is often very good. Eleven about Ten's Tardis: "It’s his grunge phase. He grows out of it"

ANYWAY

we're nearly there folks!

[dollkichi]

QUESTIONS QUESTIONS AND ANGEL IS HERE FOR ANSWERS!! 💕 Alsoo how could you tell Kokichi was my favorite how did you knooww/silly in all honesty he was my first DR crush he makes me wanna fucking punt him!!!! (romantically) also also, yeah!!! I do YouTube for funises and I have videos on these 4!!! (Hayase has only gotten one because that one drained the life force out of me the pain of being a gachatuber is real....)

Angel originally wanted Roselyn to be the Ultimate Actress cause it fit her past a little more to me (Acting her way through life. Acting so she didn't get targeted next because her family has this wonderful little habit of absolutely slaughtering each other apparently- also Acting so she didn't get hurt for showing anything more than at least blank discontent, Acting to protect herself and her emotions from being flushed out so she wouldn't get eaten alive. The business world is harsh, after all.) and it helped develop her personality and the fact that she didn't really have one, at least she thought. I mean, in one-shot fics I've written, Kokichi was the only person to ever get under her skin where she shows actual personality, while the others usually saw her sweet and proper fake outside persona before chapter 1. Liars know liars I suppose~

But the Pediatrician talent came when my big bro figure suggested it, since Rose and some of her backstory (at least, her side of the bigger story) was based on Mikan (it still is, the actress talent was just a different way she handled it) and my friend said it suited her, and I guess I can see it? Taking care of kids because she wasn't taken care of. But I'm thinking of sticking with Actress since it made me super proud for my first ever DR OC to finally be fully fleshed out!!!

Sukoshi's Talent... she didn't know how she got it either. She was guessing it's cause she was constantly outcasted for one reason (whoring herself out) or another (having a son and being a single mother), or maybe because she was responsible for her family's death. Though she didn't mean to set their house on fire. They were already dead, why wouldn't they believe her? The second fire was her fault. But she didn't have a choice, she had to, lest she died in a house with residents that wouldn't cry nor care if she died.

Nothing was wrong with her. Sure, she talked to herself, but that's because she didn't have friends at school. She tried to make some, but she was either never acknowledged, and even if she did make any, they'd all distance themselves and leave her anyway. She didn't get it. Nothing was wrong with her, so why did they outcast her like this? Maybe she was crazy. That's why everyone hated her. So, she had her mind to keep her company. At least then she wouldn't feel judged with her friends in her head. They feel real, so it isn't harming anyone, right?...

She also pops up post V3 because she wasn't really supposed to be in any game? She was going to be a sort of OC in my head I fleshed out from a dream, but I decided to make a blog for her and here we are! She's thrown into the loop but she fights and kills for her family<3

Ai's whole thing is being stigmatized and stereotyped because she's a demon. Despite all of that, she was raised by a caring mom and and very sweet papa!!! She also made it out of her stepmom's house because Kaede was there she'd probably died otherwise- She wasn't broken down because her mom always taught her to see the best in people, so she tries that motto, sometimes, it gets her hurt, other times.. it actually works. So, she keeps trying no matter now bad it hurts her to do it. </3 Demons, and specifically Succubi aren't and were never treated well, usually either killed to cleanse the world of them, sometimes just ridiculed and judged, and in Ai's case, Used as sexual relief, whether they want it or not, only to either be cast aside or killed to keep their mouths shut. Most humans even HATE Succubi with a passion they'll become priests or demon hunters just to get rid of them, and other times a few judgemental glances, derogatory terms sometimes and whispering is enough to show how much people hate them.

Fun fact!!! All of the Kokichi ships other than Rose wasn't planned to happen at least mostly on my end I just went along and ended up loving them <33

Aaah I ended up rambling-- (｡Ŏ ᗜ Ŏ ̆ ｡) Sorry about that I'm very normal about my DR OCs (III╥_╥⁠)

– 🩷🎮

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY. I’VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY AND TIRED.

YIPPEE!! THANK YOU FOR THE ANSWERS!!! Also don't worry about rambling, I love reading your asks! They're always such a delight 2 get :3

Oh my god, I used to love watching gachatubers as a kid. I never understood how to use the apps very well myself though. I have a couple friends who still use them and it amazes me what they can do with it!!

CRYING OVER THE REASONS GIVEN FOR BOTH OF ROSELYN’S TALENTS. SOBBING. ESPECIALLY “taking care of kids because she wasn’t taken care of” OH MY GOD THAT’S SO SAD. I’m sure whatever talent you give her will suit her, congrats on fully fleshing her out!! Always fun to finally figure out what you wanna do with your OC

Omg. Poor Sukoshi, the people around her failed her :((

Would totes be her friend. I am hoping she is much happier now post game!! That’s really cool that she came to you in a dream. If she wasn’t supposed to be in any game though, how does she get her talent? Don’t you need to attend the school to be given your ultimate title?

Oh yikes, doesn’t sound like it’s very safe for demons & succubi in your canon. I’m happy for her in the sense that what she went through didn’t break her down and she was able to continue going!! I love characters like that RAHHHH!!! What is Ai and Kaede’s relationship like? Are they close with eachother?

Sometimes unplanned ships are the best!! It’s fun when something isn’t planned between two characters and they end up just having the best chemistry :3

[caz66]

For @goodboylupin candy hearts challenge - my candy heart prompt was ‘love bird’

135 days left though Sirius, as he crossed off yet another day on the calendar that he and Remus picked up on their last visit to the zoo. February's picture was of two penguins bending down into the shape of a heart. Sirius was, deep down (really deep down) a true romantic, in his own way. Remus was one of the few people who understood this about him, not finding romance in the yearly red roses that popped up in the shops, but in the every day to day. Like knowing he actually likes two teaspoons of sugar in his morning coffee, not one, but only in his first cup of the day. Or that while Remus will devour any chocolate based treat, but his true favourite is a Twix, with a cup of tea so that he can dunk it and use it as a straw. As he re-capped the pen, Sirius realised that tomorrow was Valentine’s Day.

And he would be alone.

Not that he was really alone, however this year Remus had been selected to venture to the Galápagos, ‘his dream job’ for 6 months. He knew they were scheduled for a video call tomorrow evening, or lunch time for Remus. It didn't make him miss him any less.

It had only been 45 days since their teary goodbye at Heathrow, as much as Sirius tried but utterly failed to hide the tears cascading down. Remus had a similar problem, but they both knew that this was the opportunity of a lifetime for Remus, one that would not come about again with the island disappearing due to climate change. There was a soft knock on the door ushering Sirius from his thoughts, he not expecting anyone and James never knocked. Sirius padded over to the front door and swung it open. On the other side of the door, a delivery man was holding a large oval shaped object that was covered with a red velvet cloth.

“Hello?”

“Mr Black?” the man asked,

“That's me,”

“Great, sign here please,” he held out the electronic signing pad for Sirius to scribble something that looked like his name on with his finger. “Here ya go, glad to finally be rid of the chatter,” confused by the man's comment, Sirius had no choice but to take the object from the delivery man as he thrusted the item at him. One hand on the bottom, which turned out to be flat, and the other to the handle hooking out of the covering fabric. It was lighter than he thought it would be.

“Thanks,”

Bewildered, Sirius shut the door with his foot and placed the unknown delivery onto the coffee table in the living room. Gently he went to pull off the velvet material.

“Love you” a voice from underneath squawked. Startled Sirius dropped the cover.

“Err, hello?”

“Hello pretty,” the voice answered. Sirius was feeling quite disconcerted about what was in his home right now.

“Okay, I’m going to remove the cover now,” gently Sirius lifted the cloth fully off to find a cage, inside which were two beautifully coloured birds. Parrots to be exact, if his knowledge of birds was correct. The feathers around their eyes were burnt orange while the plumage of their bodies a vibrant green. Who would send him parrots? The man who could not keep a single house plant alive.

“Hello pretty,” the bird chirped at him.

“Hello,” Sirius replied, “ I wonder where you came from,”

“Love you, love you” the second bird chirped back.

“So a guy dropped two parrots off at your door, no note, nothing?”

“Yeah,” replied Sirius, studying the birds in the cage. He had been out to get some bird food, and the owner of the pet shop had supplied him with the best food for the parrots. “Like, am I a parrot parent now?”

“I guess so, unless there has been a mistake and there were for the McGonagall and her cat next door?”

“Unlikely James, I doubt she would get such extravagant food for the cat”

“Humm, well I suppose you should do some research to figure out how to, like, keep them alive and all that,”

“I guess, Remus would know what to do, but he is out of contact until tomorrow evening,”

Since the phone call, Sirius had gone out and bought them an extra large, 3 story bird cage equipped with swings, chew toys and puzzle cubes. It was much roomier than the travel cage they had arrived in and the two birds had taken to their new space. Over a few hours of research, Sirius has learned that the birds needed foraging toys, as well as ones that are shreddable and chew toys to help keep their beaks well trimmed. The puzzles help keep their minds sharp and stop them getting too bored. There was so much information to take on board about keeping them well looked after.

Sirius was rudely awakened to a joyful tune floating around him.

“The fuck?” questioned Sirius, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Wanting to make sure the birds were settled he had slept on the sofa, to nervous to leave them

“Fuck” the words were repeated back at him.

“Love you,”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck” the last coming from Sirius as it dawn on him that he just taught the birds to swear.

Sirius opened the cage door to freshen the bird's water, he took the water bowl out and to the kitchen. Once the bowl was re-filled, Sirius turned, taken aback by the sight to two beautiful birds sitting on the kitchen island worktop.

“Oh, um hi you two, how did you get out?” Sirius looked through to the living room and saw he had stupidly left the cage door open. Of course the birds would get out. Grabbing a few seeds he held out his hand to see if they would come to him. Much to his surprise they did, gently nibbling the seeds from his hand.

“Well, I think I need to give you names, you can be…” Sirius looked around the room for some inspiration, landing on the fruit bowl, “ Mango, and you will be known as,” Sirius looked around the room again, his eyes landing on the treat box. “Twix, Remus’ favourite caramel chocolate biscuit.” the birds bobbed up and down at the names, so Sirius took that to mean they liked them.

“Hello love, happy valentines day,” Remus’s tanned face flashed up on the screen.

“Re, hi, happy valentines day babe,” Sirius felt his heart grow three sizes upon seeing his boyfriend. “How are you? Did the parcel arrive okay?” Remus chuckled.

“Yes love, I’m good, we did the most amazing observation of the turtles nesting yesterday. And then I came home to a perfect parcel of tea bags, marmalade and, most importantly Twix's’,” At the mention of Twix’s, Twix decided to jump into the conversation.

“Love you,”

“Did you speak without moving your lips? Or has your screen frozen again?” asked Remus.

“Not frozen, nor did I speak. I guess, well there was a delivery.”

“They arrived?!” questioned Remus excitedly.

“You…. you sent them?”

“Yes, I thought you could do with some company in the house and I was so tempted to get you a puppy, but I know we don't have the time right now for one. And well, my friend from the clinic had these two come in, needing a loving home, and I just knew they were the right fit.”

“Parrots Remus?”

“Agapornis Roseicollis,” Remus corrected him.

“Pardon?”

“Love birds, rosy-faced lovebirds to be exact. Very intelligent birds.”

“Yeah, I'm realising that. I’ve called them Twix and Mango.”

“Haha, I approve”

“They can already escape from the ridiculously expensive cage I got for them.” Proving his point, Mango glided across the screen, before coming to rest on Sirius’ shoulder. Twix took delight in stamping his claws on the keyboard, bobbing his head into frame.

“Well, I must say, they suit you.”

“Fuck” squawked Twix,

“Oh god, you taught them to swear already? Don’t let them near Harry just yet, Lily has not forgiven me for teaching him ‘shit’,” Remus laughed.

“It was an accident,” Sirius chuckled back, “But tell me more about the turtles,”

“Shit,”

“Fuck,”

“Love you,” the love birds chorused.

[thewildefish]

Why I can't get a relationship despite turning 26 now?

People I know reply with usual spiel, “oh, you haven't found them yet”. Really? After 26 years of life, there wasn't even a single person I could've had a go with, even if it was short lived? Yeah right.

My Parents usually reply with "I don't know". Yeah, that's helpful as fk. You slandered me and treated like dirt for years, then cannot wrap your head around why your no-good-for-anything daughter can't find anybody. Go figure.

Nowadays if you're at this age and never been with anyone, it's a red flag from miles off. I'm not blind and notice what people are saying. I'm not going to pretend this isn't a commonly held belief and ignore that. What use is living in denial again?

Now, one time FB suggested some random post about being different and people meaning to accept you if they really respect and like you. Maybe if we continue to wear rose tinted glasses we're going to believe this is true (would be nice if so...), but this is NOT the actual reality. Theory vs in practice.

And I did happen to comment under that, I don't follow social rules blah blah, yet at 26 I'm still single, so clearly this is baloney.

Had the usual pitiful response along the lines of first para, some dude talking about techniques (would be nice if he elaborated ffs), one guy actually stating something helpful - namely that I don't seem to smile much and that scares dudes off - suppose point taken, but I don't smile much for 2 main reasons, one being that I wore braces for nearly a decade and showing teeth made me look hideous in photos so I had to train myself not to in order to spare even more humiliation, and the second one being I don't really have many reasons to smile anyway, so why would I?? My face isn't gonna lie just cause people supposedly want to see it. My face conveys what's really on my mind, simple as that.

And then of course got the dudes who know fuck all about me but felt it was ok to presume my personality must be shit of course. Thing is, despite that, they won't have the bias that people who know me display. So actually, could they be right?

I'm actually sick of hearing all the mollycoddling, all that nonsense about waiting for someone who's right - they're never coming, ok? I'm not gonna carry on deluding myself about something that's an obvious lie. Life is not a fairytale. It's a course of fierce natural selection just like in the rest of animal kingdom, and mentally ill fall to the bottom of the romantically desirable partners chain.

So, who do you think has the REAL answer to this question? Friends (that keep repeating bullshit they've been socially conditioned to believe) or strangers who although misinformed, lack bias towards my person?

Feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments

[greaseonmymouth]

🍉 🍒 :D

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

both! I think I do prefer shorter standalones, and with the exception of this year which is dominated by one novel length wip, the past five ish years or so that's what I've been doing. shorter fics that I can crank out in a week or less in between all the other stuff I'm filling my time with. not to imply those fics are 'lesser', just that I write for fun and in recent years that fun has primarily taken the shape of short fics when inspiration strikes.

🍒 What’s your favourite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

*looks at body of work* I suppose the evidence speaks for itself. I like writing friends-to-lovers or established relationship, for ships where the characters are deeply committed to each other. that doesn't necessarily mean their relationship is uncomplicated, just that I want to dig into the way they are with each other and delight in it. I mean, nobody in their right mind would call Daniel Larusso/Johnny Lawrence uncomplicated, it's unhinged even at the best of times, but platonic or not they are deeply committed to whatever the fuck it is they've got going on between them. Duncan/Jimmy isn't uncomplicated either, but they are committed to the partnership they've struck up over the years. Caius/Al my beloved <3 you could say they are enemies-to-lovers or enemies-to-something, but I think that is a lie, I think they are friends, and they are ride-or-die for each other from the get-go. Danny/Rusty are probably my oldest OTP as I've been obsessed with them since the Ocean's 11 reboot movies came out (I haven't seen the original and I don't care) and listen, they invented drift compatibility before we had a word for it. uncomplicated? hell no. committed? hell yes. I have only written one fic for them but still. and then of course. Carl/Assad. definitely not uncomplicated. committed? what else *would* you call it? I rewatched Journal 64 the other day because of course, and even with the shipping goggles off you have on one hand Assad desperate to get Carl to admit their partnership means something (anything, at all) and on the other hand you have Carl so upset and traumatised that Assad is leaving their partnership that he tries to push him away first, and in the background you have Rose saying things like 'he's only upset because you're getting divorced'. (fantastic Danish word that, 'skilles', which can mean split apart, separate, divorce depending on context, and grammatically the way she is using it it can only really mean divorce. I need to lie down.) you know how we talk about Venom being a romance movie because Eddie and Venom's plotline follows classic romance beats? yeah so does Journal 64. the resolution is of course, a recommitment.

so yeah. dynamic of all time. complicated commitments. with a big helping of romance on top.

fruity ask meme

[mrssecretwife]

Valentine's Day 23

Well .. where should I start. Second holiday in the row when my husband is suppose to show me how much he loves me and yet again it is a big disspointment for me.

Let me say for starters that I am very grateful. I am not ungrateful at all. That is why I choose to vent here instead of anywehre else cause I don't want to come off as ungrateful. Never that.

I have been looking forward to Valentines Day. Last year, was one for the books for sure, but this year is a little different. When I tell my mom that I am better off single, I really mean that. Today was suppose to be the day that my husband was suppose to redeem himself from Christmas. He did the opposite. First of all, I told him I wanted flowers like last year delivered to the door. Last year, it was flowers and a vase, and a big basket filled with goodies. I thought it was going to be like that. He really spent $70 on one small bonquet of roses and nothing else. Yall, thses roses are so sad. They are literally 7.99 roses from Kroger. Like, why would you spend $70 on one bonquet of roses????/ Make it make sense. When I asked him, he said that is what you wanted. Yeah, but use your brain. If you are better off getting more shit from the store, then why not do that?

Like, these are the flowers that you give me on the regular. Nothing was special about today ... at all. Not a special text, not a hug or a kiss, nothing. Like where is the romance? Nothing about today was romantic at all. i tried decorating the house a little bit to bring a romantic vibe by blowing up balloons, but that was a waste of my time and energy. Honestly. I popped them. How can you not show any affection to your wife on Valetines Day. Like .... I am honestly confused right now. I don't want to express my feeling to him and sound ungrateful. You know what I mean.? No romance, no nothing once again. Once again, he gives me the short end of the stick. It was bad enough for Christmas, now Valentines day too? I know my birthday will be the same, so I am not looking forward to that but idk what to say at this point.

[number1villainstan]

episode 36, And Thus Opens the Doorway of Night. please god let someone bitchslap Akio in this one. is this where touga's gonna duel utena?

review of touga and saionji's little scheming together. if it hurts akio i want it to succeed

NO NO GODDAMNIT NO UTENA NO. damn akio really is fucking with the camera here, why does this look so romantic it's not romantic it's fucking grooming and god, the way utena actually just. lets akio call her 'princess' when her whole thing was that she wanted to be a prince. god. :((((((((((

how long has it been since we've seen juri and miki??

"she looks like a girl to me now" mmmmmm don't like those implications

"the day of the revolution is approaching" even juri and miki are feeling the anticipation. and so is the audience

touga copying akio again, with his own vehicle and taking saionji for a ride. and saionji's like "bitch *i* wanna top"

"just do what end of the world wants?" THAT'S RIGHT SAIONJI HIT TOUGA IN THE FACE WITH HIS FAILINGS AND HYPOCRISY

"innocent and sweet, an unmatched princess" THAT'S NOT HOW UTENA IS SUPPOSED TO BE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FUCK OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

"standing like that is dangerous" "right" lmaooooo

touga's openly flirting with utena and she's just...taking it. God. this is like episode 12 all over again except utena's hiding her depression better

"so many stars out" and we all know stars are linked to akio

sooooo they're just up here to watch the stars? touga doesn't have anything important to say?

...anything except feminizing utena further and reinforcing the same messages that akio's giving her, that is?

fucking slap some sense into him, utena

a vase full of light blue roses, the kind that saionji wears when dueling

and then switches to touga light red--and one of them explodes? okay there's definitely something here, about the two and their own emotions, but idk what exactly

wait was that miki blue? with a rose exploding?

and then juri orange?? so it's just cycling through all the duelists???

and then the white rose. single. alone. jesus fuck.

"if she wins the last duel, she'll fall into End of the World's hands" well then! i hope she stabs him

dammit saionji don't just lay down on anthy's lap without asking permission

win and never have to duel again for the rose bride, or lose and become touga's "woman". he's not telling her the whole truth. like fr. is he trying to keep her away from akio by making her his? i don't think that's how it's going to work dude.

shadow girl play: mixing up the "white horse of the prince" for the "prince of the white horse." "you really want your prince to be a horse?" well yeah, a horse can't order her around

the way saionji reaches around from behind to pull touga's sword, instead of going from the front--like he feels like he's "behind" him, or lesser than him, or something like that?

"end of the world, selfishly enjoy yourself" as lyrics in the song--oh i think they're talking about akio

damn, utena's doing better in this duel v touga than in her last duel v touga

oh! and the cars--symbol of adulthood, symbol of masculinity--are now going after utena instead of crashing into touga--because touga is akio's apprentice, touga knows how to use adulthood and masculinity as tools to help him get what he wants--

touga promises to protect utena (which is condescending, but arguably she does need some protection from akio, which is what touga is specifically trying to protect her from). but utena promised to protect anthy (which is, again, maybe a little bit condescending, but anthy does also arguably need protection from akio, but utena doesn't realize that and is only saying "protect" as a vague, general term--utena does not realize the danger that she are anthy are in). parallels

the sword of dios, with anthy's power, defeated the cars--the ideal of a prince in the end defeated the symbol of adult masculinity--akio's fucking in for it now >:D

"it won't be over until we see the very end" these motherfuckers do not give up. good for them

utena's gonna discover it! and hopefully turn away from akio please god please

anthy's dead face...god...and she knows utena is there...

Oh also, along with writing the December 2023 Monthly Short Piece today, I finally watched the first episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena after days of seeing a moot post about it and--

"I am the Rose Bride. From this day forward, I belong to you."

i am going to murder everyone in this damn school for anthy

[joannasteez]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

pairing: frank castle x reader

warning: it’s basically porn with little plot if im being honest, a bit non-linear? but whatever

word count: 3.3k

a/n: nothing to say really besides enjoy and happy valentines day!!! and always, always remember that liking, reblogging and commenting especially aren’t mandatory but highly appreciated!!

The slow ghosting of fog, a single drip of rain. Air cold and crisp, the clouds gathered and ready to break, make way for the inevitable storm.

The single lashing of wind, cutting against skin and acute awareness. A futile warning before you're taken up and up and up.

That's what the licking shiver is like as it creeps its way down the arch of your back.  Standing on a lonesome cliff of euphoria, it's the quiet deep breath before the plunge.

The leather is wet, creases seeping with tears that roll in urgent succession, as if to keep up with the pace but still in their frenzy failing miserably. A gasp breaks, roughs up and out and you palm your couch tighter. Sink your head a little further into the leather.

You're teetering less than gracefully, on the verge of collapse and its good. So, so, good.

Another shiver erupts, pillages your skin of all the stillness it has to offer when you hear him rasp, breaths looming your heated skin. "That's it pretty girl".

A moan draws up from your throat, slow and steady like poison from a wound, eyes twisting at the firm lap of his tongue. Thick and hot as it slots and nestles its way to curl around your clit. A palm holding your arch in place as the other paws the meat of your ass, holding you open to press and lick further. Stubble scraps and pricks your skin, makes it tender but still, you pulse and clench around nothing, your little bundle of nerves on the verge of spent but alive and well all the same. It isn't until he hears it, the little chant nearly begging for more, that he slips a finger into you, "Please, please, please". Gives his tongue a couple seconds rest just to see the sight. The clench and unclench, arousal dripping as it coats his finger, and then he thinks you need more, you can take a little more. On this little winter, rose filled day, you can take whatever you need.

So he gives you another, strokes your pussy steady and sucks against your clit. Not like he's starved, no, like he's indulging.

You feel it all too quickly, the weight of release baring down on your bones, disrupting the pit of your belly.

"I'm coming again", because he'd had you on your back before, trembling, but now on your belly, arched on your knees.

And then he does it, slips his way past thick slick marred fingers and licks against the tightness you'd left untouched. Sucks and presses patiently, groans even when fresh arousal drips because of it. To repel is instinct, but you can't deny the quiver in your belly, the disembodied feeling his tongue brings as it presses, asks silently for entrance to yet another part of you. He'll break you eventually, make any other useless to you, with the way he's going. If he isn't careful, on this romance filled day, he just might make you drift far enough into uncharted territory. Where words that sound all too much like forever live. Root up out of you something pure enough he won't be able to bury.

His thumb looks to replace his tongue, presses a little harder and you nearly crumble at the tension. Shift your head to face him a little with stuttered breaths and words that just won't join. "Wait just-". His thumb is soothing, caresses the tight hole sweetly as the other rolls your clit. "Frank I-"

Even dazed he's intoxicating to look at, hair a bit longer than usual and starting to swoop low. Eyes blown and black with arousal, dimmed, like he's fallen into your taste. Has found the thing to fix the itch festering beneath muscle and skin, the sweetest ambrosia, solid and soothing like honey on his tongue. "Just a little bit yeah?" The bass underscoring his voice alluring, lulling you in and just like that your hips push back with need. Grinding to take his fingers deeper till a squelch sings and you hiss and coo. Mumble "ok", and then "ok" again with a little more urgency because now it's all you can think about.

"You want my thumb girl?" He teases with the stout digit, rolls and presses. "Mmm? You want it?"

You nearly sob, feel spit trail warm from where his thumb rubs in waiting till it flows between your lower lips. "Yes".

"Un-fucking-believable", Frank groans. At your beauty. A soft ecstasy. Throat lumping up, words drawn and mystified, raptured, as he delves slow. Feels the way you war against the tautness attempting to take hold. It's new and burdening he knows it, sees the bite your teeth take at your lips, the dimmed sitting of lusty eyes and knows just how good and new it is.

The momentum is oceanic. Waves pulling, waves crashing. Pressure here, pleasure there, but when he comes back, sucks in your clit with wet lips and strokes his thumb in your ass once, twice, and then some more, just enough that it’s a bit more than bearable, something shakes. Shakes and shudders in you, about you. Shifts you off axis and trips you off metaphorical feet. He's ruining you, slowly but surely, and it's unfair. As you whine into the creased leather couch, so damn unfair.

"Oh I hate you thats so good".

His laugh is scrappy. Genuine amusement as he goes about tethering his tongue to every drop of arousal that finds its way out.

Your chants, as they rush out and fly in whatever stuttered manner they choose, are wispy and tender still. Becoming muffled and disjointed by the dampened leather of your some-weekss-old sectional, but drunk and feathery all the same. ‘What a wonderful way to christen it’, the thought meandering loosely somewhere about you but never sticking to you wholly, never becoming solid, because is anything solid? Can any thought be made clear? Not like this, when you're molten and achy. Throbbing wild at the juncture of trembling thighs, pit of your stomach steadily churning to stone.

But oh when the stone breaks, cracks and crumbles to idle pieces, it's less than majestic and far from cinematic even. You quake and fly and pull along with your breaths a little ways away from consciousness. Coming back when something, his palm, mildly splinters your skin. Pains you with his own satisfaction, forcing another bout of pleasure to creep fast up your spine, a rippling that urges the jerk of your hips. Inevitably feeding you more of his slack fingers. You shake like a leaf still, and whine like stormy winter wind, and then when seizing bones grow dull, you stay there, arch less distinct, heady and weightless.

Frank moans in triumph, in need. Fire torching anew under seconds old satiation.

"Still with me, or you need a minute?"

A hand runs over your face, hiding a grin. "Don't be cocky".

And then it begins again, filters in like the opening of the world at sunrise, the muddled sounds of Brooklyn out your window. The rumbling train, and the skirting determination of cars. Buyers negotiating with sellers, attempting to get those last bouquets of roses, and you remember like the vividest dream, how you got here. From melancholy to him.

.....

The other guy had been too put together, too perfect. Every step leading up to this moment, it all had just felt too good to be true. The michelin star should have warned you not to waste your time.

"Would you like to order a drink while you wait?"

"No it's alright. He should be here any second now". Your wrist hadn't had a watch, suddenly feeling so naked, but you'd tapped it anyways, and it all just seemed to load more onto the waitresses face.

"Im sure its just the traffic".

She'd given one of those... expressions. A smile sharing equal parts of her lips with a frown, and maybe just maybe at any moment she'd offer your shoulder a good squeeze, draining what was left of the hope keeping your posture so upright. God the pity was unbearable. You hated it, hated him too for embarrassing you, and just the whole stupid ass holiday in general. Roses and chocolates and love making be damned.

You'd dipped out with slices of desert and all of your dignity. None spared for a man you could give less than a shit enough about to be wallowing so deeply in anger. It wasn't him so much as it was the let down of it all anyways. You'd been let down before, you could deal just fine.

Through the somber ride of the uber, and the pathway up creaky apartment stairs, wine had whispered for you sweetly.  A sultry crimson little song singing just for you.

'If only though', you'd thought as you sipped, 'to stare endearingly from the rim of a wine glass at another. If only to lure someone in with perfected coyness before a night of passion'.

Just one little night like the movies, had it been too damn much to ask for?

Pour after pour, you'd gotten a little more fuzzier in the brain and warmer. Resigned to the nights early ending.

Maybe you were drunk?, and thats why the door was suddenly knocking hard through the floors and into your chest. Maybe you were just somewhat buzzed, still with your wits about you and behind the door was Frank. The month and some weeks, not that you'd counted, had given him the beginnings of a beard and hair just a tad longer. Still as rugged, broken and beautiful as ever.

With wine in hand, you'd said "Hi". Surprised, a bit breathless.

"Hey", a thunderstorm still trapped after all this time in his chest. Finding its way out with words to rumble and shake you.

He'd shifted in the frame of your front door, eyes taking no real shelter in being un-obvious. You hadn't gotten undressed yet, subconsciously hoping and waiting for something to happen it seemed, for the night to veer off onto a less shitty course. You'd had this sullen pout to your fleshy lips, hips and dips hugged by fine ribbed fabric, wine in hand clutched like a life line and your eyes soft, playing at dolefulness, but still as beautiful as he'd remembered you to be before his little disappearing act.

"Drunk already?"

Drunk? no, buzzed?, perhaps. At that point you hadn't been so sure anymore, eyes drinking him in, it could've been then that after the sudden appearance, you were just on the precipice of burning. Through the cold desolation of disappointment tumbled a wayward flame, tall as a pillar, stoic, scruffy looking and tender some in his ways.

"I will be if you don't stop me".

You'd opened the door and stepped aside, closing it when he'd thumped in, near black eyes taking inventory of the place. The couch had gave in as you plopped into it, but Frank had kept to surveying still, looking around for whats changed and everything but the couch had stayed the same. You'd moved half of a half step, but not enough to where he was left in the dust of your memory it seemed.

Frank had sank into your leather sectional slow, getting a feel for its newness before his usual wide leg spread. Fingers having been so thickset and worked against the single rose he'd held up to you, littered in scars still, some new and others old, it'd given the elegant rose some pop. Soft, tender petals had opened before you in a wide bloom, accompanied by forest green stem and leaves, wrapped in baby pink paper and tied all up together with curly ribbon. The flower itself a deep bloody crimson.

Anything grandiose would've been some pseudo-romantic bullshit. There was beauty in simplicity anyways.

Flitting eyes could tell, as you'd taken a seat in the wide set of his lap, thighs draped over his own, the soft sullenness eroding to a clearer excitement, anticipation.

It've been a lie to say the same hadn't gone for him, trigger finger not so happy and his body undoing the hard form it would take as he stalked the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

"Florist said somethin' about pressin' it to preserve it".

"I didn't think you were the single rose type".

He'd palmed your thighs with beefy fingers then, skimming an opaque red warmth into the skin, as if to stoke a flame. "I'm old fashioned like that I guess".

You'd been waiting for the right moment, not too early or too late, to kiss him. Pull him in by his thick nape and slip the taste of aged wine onto his tongue. You'd sounded the way feathers drifted, precious and wispy in his lap, needy for a surface to rest on, for someone to catch you through shifty breezes and adore you.

He'd been so heavy in your mouth, the lay and swirl of his tongue weighty and nearly suffocating, like he'd meant to steal breaths from you. Or intended instead to lose himself completely. Frank had pressed into you everywhere, with tense palms to mold, like the pages of a book to a rose, to still you in memory.

When you'd followed heated instinct, gave his flushed ears kisses and the grazing tease of your teeth, he'd pawed a hand at your dress in a curiosity that couldn't be shaken.

"How was your date?"

The curled bow of his upper lip had been addicting as you'd met him there, like nectar to a honey bee. It'd been so good you'd failed even to be upset at the recounting of earlier disappointments, mumbling to him.

"He stood me up".

You'd never seen anything like it, the way he'd softened and hardened all at once, touch like a plume but the eyes hard and steely. Refined in their disgust. "Forget em', that piece of shit". It'd had his nerves simmering, the way his sharp jaw had twitched, but this was no typical righteous indignation, no, it was frustration. A dash of guilt. What was a date gone wrong compared to weeks of radio silence. The comparison was futile, like a needle to a sword, a street brawl to war. Even so, he knew better than to miss tonight. "Besides, you would've just wasted your time on an overpriced piece a'ribeye, cheap wine and mediocre dick".

"But thats what I wanted". You'd set out to pecking his lips, before correcting yourself. "...the steak anyways".

He'd nearly flushed you against him then, meat of your thighs and the hair at your neck all at the mercy of deft fingers. Warm tongue slotted between the purse of your lips. "Got somethin' for you, but it ain't no where near mediocre".

Cocky bastard.

You'd been on him, his hips straddled quick, and you'd giggled so damn silly and excited. "That's how you comin' tonight?"

.....

If it were possible to build and form and shape words into tangible things, like a potter does clay, Frank would mold some fragile thing or another into the word 'mediocre'. Form it good just to heave it clean against the wall. Break and splinter it, hear the pitchy clash and stand dark and proud in the debris. With flexed hot muscle and a sly grin, he was proud alright, pushing firm into the soak of you, bringing you back from the far away drift of memories and dreams.  

He's stewing in heat, feels like a pillar of flames, not on the precipice of combustion no, but blazing something ancient and eternal. You're so good for him, clinging to his dick like you need him. Can't be without him. "Look at that", he groans. Sets a hand to grip the couch arm just above your head as the other slips through your slit. "All messy and wet for me".

The beginning is slow, measured. A deep artful fuck that leaves you drunk and boneless. All rolling eyes and raspy coos. Legs bent at the knees and your fingers palming and twisting at sensitive breast.

He's nudging a thumb at the part of you lips, tongue meeting savory arousal. Licking and sucking with fervor.

"Atta girl".

His praise is rough as he swells and twitches and moans, knees like nails digging into the leather for better grounding. So when he plunges forward, it's full and vicious to the already frenzied nerves rippling about you. It's apology and possession, 'i'm sorry', 'your mine', 'i miss you', and you gasp at the stretch. The delicious wet split of it.

"S' so good Frank", your head lulling off to the side. Lip nearly torn between your teeth.

"Yeah? This what you needed?", clutching your neck to lift you. Hunching his wide back some to close the distance before his lips rush yours into a harsh sloppy kiss. "Needed me deep in that pussy again right?"

You squeeze him hard, as if its reflex. Moan out and flex stimulated muscle, float and revel in the soaked smack of his hips to yours till he grips your neck tighter. The wild lust breaking through his dimmed eyes. "Answer me".

"Yes".

Another squeeze and you're holding and clawing at his hand, whether to beg for release or to have it stay, you're not sure.

"Yes what?"

Oh. Him and those damn military manners, making your gut flip and knot.

"Yes", you try again. Wilt like a rose in his hold and whimper. "Yes sir".

He lets you breathe, clutches the backs of your knees with both hands and verges onto a particular sort of feral-ness he hasn't felt in a while. It's red raw and primal, un-abating, thirsty even, for blood?, no, but it's quite inexplicable. The way he drags out of you and ruts, like a damn beast, and all you're good for is clawing his skin and mumbling, moaning weakly and tightening till his breath chokes out short with curses and praises. You feel so good, so right, and in a world where everything is blurred and disjointed, so real. It's not so inexplicable anymore, and God he just wants to know.

"You missed it?", accentuating with the snap of his hips. "You missed this?"

You reach down and peel back the soft flesh of your lower lips, open more for him like a blooming flower, to circle your clit, and then you break him. Heave the unsure parts of him against the wall and watch him splinter into something new.

"I missed you".

It's a burden and with it lifted you come, cry and squeeze, pulse hard and shudder. Nearly sink into the damp leather as he pushes into you still. Your heart pounds, drums rambunctiously as you whimper and throb for him. He's warm and filling when he follows behind you, releases with sloppy stuttered hips. Flushed and sated.

Brooklyn isn’t so quiet anymore in the dazing afterglow, but it doesn’t turmoil either of you with harshness, but opens instead. Unfurls into the night like lulling white noise. Rumbling easy and soothing beneath hearts, bones and beautifully tired nerves. 

…..

Your bodies stretch out and lay on the opposite end of the sectional, teeming with a delectable hum just beneath your skin. Legs slack between the hard touch of his, head resting on his warm chest, feeling the skim of his fingers play at the end of your nape and the beginning of your back.

It's a while before you move to raise up from him, the silence nearly making the night timeless, and he's pinning you to his chest.

Frank's voice draws up lazy and deep, tingles nerves you thought already satisfied. "Where you going?"

You slink your way atop him to his lips, feel his length soft and warm against your belly as you peck his lips, trailing to his neck. "Coffee", you say and he perks up some. "Bought desert from the restaurant too if you want".

"What kind?"

"Chocolate cake".

He hums, seeming to like what you've got but makes no move to release you. Just pulls you away from his neck with a gentle hand and back to his lips. His tongue slotting through the pursed part of your own mouth, before his hand tightens the slightest, in sincerity you think, and he mumbles.

"Missed you".

[cursedcola]

Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?

Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You’re here: Heartslabyul!

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle arranges a private celebration. Likely requests permission to bring a small table with chairs into his bedroom. Then decorates it to seat dinner for two. White lace tablecloth, single red rose in a vase, candles, etc.

Asks Trey to bake your favorite desert because he does not trust himself to mess it up. He did make a few attempts but they did not come out as edible. As much as Riddle wants you to enjoy something he made, he also does not want to be charged for murder.

The celebration is a surprise. He does not act as if he forgot your birthday, but he does enjoy some light teasing. Purposefully letting you know about the 'surprise,' and reminding you to remain patient. It’s quite sinful how much he enjoys toying with your feelings. Like a an unlocked achievement, your restlessness is like giving him a taste of a forbidden sweet. He wants more…yet it is only pleasurable on special occasions.

He asks you to show up to his room dressed in formal attire. He wears a white suit with his best cufflinks. When you arrive the room is dark save for the lit candles, and he takes the special occasion to bend the dorm rules. Eating after dark and having his romantic partner in his bedroom? How scandalous.

Gifts you something practical: a study guide. After you whine for a moment he'll quit being a sadist and instead gifts you a rose brooch. Still practical, and shows that you belong to him hehe

"Happy Birthday, my precious rose. Do not tell anyone I said this but...I would be a shell if not for you. I hope to one day repay this debt of happiness, if you will have me,"

Trey Clover

Trey would not arrange a party of his own. Something tells him that you will be celebrating all throughout the day. If he demanded your attention all for himself, would it even happen? Unlikely.

Trey leaves the celebration to everyone else. He allows them to tire you out and for you to feel special. When all is said and done, he'll walk you home but swing by his dormitory to pick up something 'special'.

He brings out a wicker basket, and inside is full of handmade sweets. You had already eaten treats with everyone else, but these are a Trey special. Little candies that will last you weeks if Grimm doesn't sink his paws into them first.

At the bottom of the basket is a dental hygiene kit. Yeah...he's not the best at romance but is trying.

"It's bad, isn't it? I knew I should have went with jewelry. I'm so sorry, but you can still use it right? You're supposed to change your toothbrush every two months...I'm doing it again, I know. Happy Birthday,"

Cater Diamond

Cater arranges for an all-out birthday extravaganza! Nothing is too good for you and he will be making sure that you have the best day imaginable

Which means that you will be spending it with him alone, teehee. You are cutting class whether you want to or not. Grimm is being left at home and Cater is taking you out to have some fun. First you will go to one of his favorite cafes, and then afterwards the world is in your hands. He'll take you anywhere, just say the word

He takes plenty of pictures, and posts them to his social media regardless of it being proof that you are cutting class. He documents every place you both stop, and if you seem to like something then he buys it. Simple. He just wants you to have a good time and be happy.

Despite his detest for sweets, he takes you to get a birthday treat. Begrudgingly taking a bite of the cake but only if you agree to feed it to him. He gets permission to light a sparkler on top of the treat, and snaps a photo of your face watching it burn out. That one he doesn't post, and instead keeps as his lockscreen.

He gifts you a cellphone strap, and at the end is one-half of a pair of dice. To make a point, he cheekily lifts his own phone to your face to show the matching strap attached.

"Nee~ Did you have fun? Much better than being dragged around boring lectures, right? If only I could have you to myself like this every day...Happy Birthday!"

Ace Trappola

One-third of team "Oh Shit I forgot,". Other members are pretty obvious but will be clarified soon.

Yes, Ace forgot about your birthday. In his defense, you did not mention it at all and he is known for being a ditz on "occasion". He scrambles to come up with a celebration the day of and utterly fails. Luckily other students had plans that he was able to piggyback on.

Yet...he does get a bit jealous. Since he planned nothing special, he had to share your attention with everyone else. As your boyfriend, he should be the one spending the most time with you. Since your family is in another world, he is the closest to your kin and demands his superiority to be recognized.

Which...backfires in his face. He thought it would be funny to shove your face into the cake after blowing out the candles. Why? I don't know, ask him yourself. Yet now he is been banished from the party room and your pictures are ruined.

He feels bad, yet not enough to apologize verbally. Ace waits out the night, and the next day shows up at your dorm in the morning with his show-magic kit in hand.

Since he didn't get you a present, why not put on a show? While you eat breakfast with the Ramshackle ghosts, Ace entertains you with flashy card tricks and puns.

"Ah...that's good. You're not mad at me anymore. Huh?! You are?! Putting all this together wasn't easy y'know!...yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. It's a bit late, but Happy Birthday,"

Deuce Spade

We have hit two-thirds of team, "Oh Shit I forgot,".

This is entirely out of Deuce's character. If his mother found out that he forgot his partner's birthday, he would be strung up and left to hang with the crows. You see, Deuce thought your birthday was the week prior. Which means he set everything up much earlier than needed.

He wanted to act on impulse and whisk you away to visit his home. He did, really. Yet that is not what a proper student would do and he doubts that you would appreciate the spontaneity. So, what's he do?

Calls his mom, of course. Asks her for advice on what to do, or more specifically, "Mom, please tell me how to not mess this up I don't know what I'm doing anymore-"

He keeps it simple. A treat and a present. Yet...his inner Deuce gets the better of him and he decides to decorate Ramshackle with streamers while you are asleep.

Nothing makes him more ashamed than getting chewed out by ghosts. Not only did he make a mess, but it wasn't even your birthday!

Shyly, he pulls out the treat and present from behind his back. It's nothing much, really. Just a pair of gloves for the winter. He's no good at picking gifts and went for practicality.

Yet despite the scolding he received, your smiling face makes him willing to do it all again.

"I'm sorry for botching everything, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you! Happy Birthday!"

[jayfortheday]

Your Vance Hopper one shots are single-handedly fueling my obsession with that movie, so I thought I’d request a one shot (or head canons, you pick) where he’s been dating the reader for a while and he finds out that they are really into crystals and witchy stuff.

If you don’t get around to it, that’s totally cool though :)

Ghosts And Junk (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 591

Description: After six months of dating, Vance discovers one of Y/N's obsessions, witchcraft

Tags: fluffy

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Vance sat in your living room, watching you wander around, looking for something. 

“Can I help? Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asked, his eyes following your movements. 

“I mean, you can try,” you sighed. “It’s a little rock, it’s kinda like a clear orangish color, I think?” You lifted the piles of magazines on the coffee table and looked under the cabinets by the TV. 

“Is it this?” Vance asked, holding up a small stone. 

“Yes!” You cried out, running over to him. “Where did you find it?”

“It was between the couch cushions, idiot,” he laughed, placing the crystal in your hand. “What is it anyway?”

“It’s a piece of citrine, I just got it like a week ago,” you explained, dusting off the stone. “My sister was probably playing with it, it’s not supposed to leave my room. I’m gonna put it back.”

You started to walk towards your room and you heard Vance follow you. You pushed open the door and walked over to a table on the other side of the room. 

“Woah,” Vance whispered as he looked around your room. He had never been in there before, you two usually spent time outside or at his house. The room was painted a standard white, but the walls were covered with ornate tapestries and plants were on almost every surface. On the table you stood in front of were more of the crystals. The table itself was draped in a piece of colorful fabric and topped with multiple rocks and small trinkets. 

“What’s all this stuff for?” Vance asked, stepping forward to examine your space more. “You secretly a witch or something?” He smiled at his own joke. You shrugged your shoulders.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said, still attending to organizing your crystals. Vance’s eyes narrowed. “Huh?” He didn’t quite understand what you were saying. 

“It’s a little hobby of mine,” you explained. “Crystals, and plants, all just parts of the Earth and it’s energy I really enjoy.” Vance still wasn’t quite getting it. 

“Each of these crystals does it’s own things. Like this citrine I got, it holds the energy of the sun and it’s supposed to bring you happiness.” Vance picked up the piece and examined it. 

“If you say so,” he said nonchalantly. He put it back down in his best approximation of the place he got it from. 

“Aren’t witches supposed to be about, like, ghosts and junk?” He asked, leaning back and sitting on your bed. You giggled a little. 

“That’s not really my forte, but I suppose they could be,” you said, flattening out the cloth over your table and going over to sit next to Vance. “If it’s that weird to you, just think of it like I really like colorful rocks and plants.”

“It’s not weird, really. Just never heard of it before,” Vance said, running his fingers through his hair. “You gonna curse me if we ever break up?” He laughed, leaning back on the bed. “Not that I’m planning on it.”

“Yeah, totally, the only reason I’m seeing you is to have an excuse to curse you,” you joked back, laughing. 

“I can’t say it’s not working though,” you said, standing up and working back over to your table. Vance hummed curiously. You picked up a pink rock and held it up for him to see.

“I got this piece of rose quartz about a week before we met.”

“What’s that one do?” He asked, cocking his head to look at it. 

“It promotes love.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! I haven't really messed around with crystals, so I had to do some research into meanings and stuff, so sorry if any are incorrect, hope it doesn't ruin the story too much

I also watched the movie again today and it is still amazing every time. I gotta say, the scene in Gwen's dream where Vance is in the cop car and just looking around, he looks so pretty, he got no right to be that beautiful

[unagrancantidaddepanes]

hello !!!!!!! sorry i didnt explain much i didnt realise pearl having a love obsession (??? i dont remember what its called exactly) wasnt a common interpretation, im saying this as someone who has personally experienced this and personally saw her as having some behaviours i displayed when i was going through this, it basically means that you have some kind of trauma and as a reaction to that you develop an obsession with someone your in love with, like you become absolutely fixated on them to an unhealthy agree, pearl was completely devoted to rose, which can be sweet and healthy but to me it seemed like the sheer level of devotion pearl had to rose was due to trauma of being objectified and constantly talked down to on homeworld. she started falling in love when pink diamond/rose was the first person to treat with respect and as a real, valuable person, which can be a cute and healthy love story !!! just due to the obsessive ways pearl behaves after this i feel like because of the way shes been mistreated in the past it seems like she really latched onto rose, partly due to genuine love and partly as a trauma response.

also i assumed she was probably 'programmed' in some way when being made to be completely devoted to the diamond she was serving, like she was literally designed that way or something, kind of like the way that children are instinctually attached to their parents to some extent. i dont think this is the whole reason shes in love with her, but its what i assumed was the reason that she was SO devoted and attached to her. I know this isnt every persons interpretation, but its just how i saw it as someone whos experienced that. its not that i think shes in love with rose soley because of how she was made and her past of being objectified, but i do think it changed the way that she loved her, growing so much devotion that she develops obsessive tendancies and even becomes self sacrificial.

for example especially in season 1, sometimes when she talks about rose she seems agitated like making anxious expressions and shaking ect, its just the way she talks and behaves around her and when talking about her, like constantly being desperate for her attention and doing anything to impress her, and the way that she puts her on this pedestal and completely idealizes her, the way that she is fulling willing to die for her without hesitation like she teaches connie in sworn to the sword, honestly i think she (at least for a lot of the show) was still in the mindset of being below pink diamond/rose. also, back the fact she is willing to die for rose without even hesitation (at least in that point of the show). i honestly dont know how that could be interpreted as healthy love, it is my personal interpretation that she developed obsessive tendacies about rose, and everyone else is entitled to their own interpretations, but i honestly do not know how anyone could possibly explain the way she acts about rose in sworn to the sword specifically as just healthy love towards someone. maybe some people see it that way but i just genuinlly dont understand how anyone could, honestly id be happy for anyone who does maybe think this to explain why because im genuinly curious.

basically the "level of devotion" i was talking about was referring to my personal interpretation of how pearl acts and feels about rose and why, also im a bit confused by what u said at the end but for clarification yeah rose is absolutely not suppose to reciprocate (what i see as) pearls obsession towards her, this kind of obsession is super unhealthy and is rooted in deeper issues like trauma, not love.

btw, with roses side of this relationship, she did some really bad things to pearl, like forcefully making it so that shes never be able to talk about what happened in a single pale rose, which i am pissed at her for, but generally in the relationship (weather it was platonic, romantic or otherwise) i think rose was just super niave. like she just genuinlly didnt understand that pearl was in love with her, and if she loved her back i dont think she understood that either, her whole arc with greg was about her not understanding love, so i think its kind of unfair for people to expect her to be able to recognise love in other people (like pearl) when she cant even recognise it herself and barely understood what love even is, at least before and at the beginning of her and gregs relationship

anyways its cool if u disagree, a lot of people interpret pearl and roses relationship in a lot of different ways so if you wanna ask anything or explain how u see it pls feel free !!!!! id actually really like to hear other interpretations if u (or anyone else) wanted to share

ok just before i post i just found the names of 2 conditions that r based on obsessive love, limerence and obsessive love disorder if anyone wanted to look into it more :) i didnt know there were multiple so there may also be more that im not aware of

PearlRose I would argue isn't one-sided at all. Rose is just shit terrible at communicating and assumes everyone is cool with her being polyarmorous. Her and Pearl are still very much involved when she's falling head over heels for Greg and getting serious with him. We've seen how Pearl is without Rose, I'm pretty sure Pearl would've been an even bigger wreck if Rose had actually broken up with her.

no i know however the sheer level of devotion pearl had for rose wasn't reciprocated at least the way pearl felt it (important) so thats why i said not completely