#tag edit: you guys are so right I was so caught in the euphoria of these two idiots being in love that I lived in a world

[chaoticke-rambles]

I've convinced three people now to watch Dead Boy Detectives and every single one of them has texted me after the first episode like "It's sweet how Charles is clearly so in love with Edwin!"

The only person who has not clocked this boy's obvious bisexual crush remains Charles Rowland himself.

[lyricalimerence]

Fairy Pick-Up Lines - Rudy Pankow

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a/n: i hate editing so sorry if the grammar is tRaSh. this one's for the USS group chat 🥺 and @jayjaymaebank for the idea. also i totally just realized i was inspired by @calumbroutledge for the last part with the pancakes ily

summary: reader texts rudy dirty fairy comments and he gets always ( without fail ) gets flustered

warnings: fluff, DIRTY ASS FAIRY COMMENTS

Music blared through the apartment, the regular lights dimmed and disco lights throwing a miniature rave in your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Rudy. Him and his cast mates just returned from filming their show, Outer Banks, and while you visited him on set occasionally, you missed him. A lot.

You missed his stupid smirk when he makes you blush and you missed his early morning cooking and you especially missed seeing his flustered reactions to you texting him dirty pick-up lines while you two are across the room from each other, people standing in your paths.

You leant against the kitchen counter, Madelyn and Madison standing next to you on your left.

"Y/N, look," Madelyn said, pointing towards where the boys are congregated. Rudy and Drew were standing on top of the coffee table, having a shotgunning contest to see who could down the can the fastest. Rudy won, dropping his can in triumph as he looks across the room to catch your eye. He saw you, his girl, clapping slowly for him with a smile. He smirked, sending you a cocky wink.

You raised your eyebrows, calling to him, "Is this a challenge?" The blond boy that had your heart wrapped around his finger shrugged, hopping down from the table and falling back into conversation with JD and Chase.

Finding your phone that was behind the counter, you pulled up your message thread with Rudy.

Y/N

babe, you really pulled that off 😌🧚‍♀️👏 next time make it my clothes 🥺🦋💞

The two Maddies looked over your shoulder, biting the inside of their cheeks to keep themselves from laughing as they heard Rudy's phone ding across the room. Rudy fished his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans. The second the glow of his phone screen hit his face, you could see the capillaries under his cheeks flushing at the sight of your text.

The other boys, too into their conversation to notice Rudy's otherwise preoccupancy, continue filling the room with their laughter as they elbowed Rudy to join in. Looking up from his phone at you, the flashing lights in your shared apartment distort the view of the blush that spread across his face.

You smirk back at him, jokingly mimicking how he did moments earlier to you. He opened his mouth to say something, but as you morph your expression to be completely innocent, he no longer could find the words, leaving him to look like a gaping fish in your living room.

.❀.

The next morning, you and Rudy were walking to Santa Monica beach to play SpikeBall with the cast of Outer Banks. Rudy was so excited that you were getting along with his new friends so well, after only ever being able to meet them briefly in Charleston.

Halfway through Rudy's game with Drew, JD, and Austin, they took a break to drink their beer disguised by water bottles. As the boys were discussing which team was winning, Rudy reached over to you and gently pulled your sunglasses off of where they sat on the top of your head to shield his own eyes.

"Babe, who do you think is winning?" Rudy asked you, putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into his side.

"Oh, definitely JD and Austin, no doubt." You replied, getting high fives from the two, and a playing shove from your boyfriend.

"Ouch, Y/N," the blond said, turning around to check his phone for any messages. While his back was turned, you fished your cell from your bag slung from your shoulder.

Y/N

what's the difference between the sunglasses and me 🧚‍♀️ 💫❓the sunglasses sit higher on your face 😌💞🥰

As the familiar chime of a new message rolled in on Rudy's phone, you watched as his back muscles stiffened. He cleared his throat with an air of uncertainty and cleared the notification off his screen before putting his phone back on the towel beside you.

Rudy tried to keep his eye contact on the guys as they returned to their SpikeBall championship, but he found his eyes travel back to you. He realized you had been watching him, your poker face of a supportive girlfriend stuck to your face as you spoke with Madelyn.

When you noticed his stare, you waved with a bright smile, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red and miss the ball when he reached out the spike it.

.❀.

A couple months later, the cast plus you were at Madelyn's apartment. Standing around, drinking beers, doing Instagram lives to give the fans of the new show some cast content. You felt pretty damn awkward, having no actual part in the show or the making of the show, and knowing that there were numerous teenage girls that had crushes on Rudy.

The whole crush thing didn't bother you, it was the potentially hateful things they might say. Maddie holding the phone so you and Rudy weren't in the frame.

The two of you were standing in the kitchen while you rounded up snacks for everyone. Cheez-its for Chase, fruit snacks for JD when he was going to be guested on the live, and cookies that you had made with Rudy the previous night for everyone else.

You grabbed the tray of food and started walked over to your group of friends, Rudy's arm wrapped loosely around your lower back as he walked with you. Once you placed the tray onto the coffee table in the center of the room, Rudy held onto you tighter.

Remembering that you had a penny in your back pocket, you pulled out your phone, ready to cluster your boyfriend.

Y/N

the penny in my back jeans pocket 💍🧚‍♀️ 💫 but the penny is your hand 💐🦋💞

You hid the screen from Rudy as you type and hit send. Immediately following your text, all most in time with the ding on Rudy's phone, Chase took the phone from Maddie, showing you and Rudy in the background.

Checking his phone, Rudy's face instantly light up beet red. You found it much harder to keep a straight face at his flustered expression when he was standing directly next to you. Without a word, Rudy slipped the hand that was around your waist into your back pocket, making you stiffen.

As Chase read the comments on the live, he turned around to see Rudy whisper something to you.

"Babe, you've gotta stop doing that." He placed his mouth against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. Involuntarily, you tilted your chin to plant a kiss on his cheek, "I dunno, it's kind of fun for me."

"Hey, Toot, Y/N?" Chase said finally, pulling your attention to him and the phone. Rudy's face instantly returned to it's blushed state, the catharsis of flustering you slightly vanishing.

You were less startled, more nervous of whether your boyfriend's fans would react negatively, but as Chase handed Rudy the phone, you couldn't help but smile at some of the nice things people were saying. They thought you and your boyfriend were cute together.

That made you blush.

.❀.

The next week was your birthday and you woke up to a Rudy sized empty space in the bed next to you. Standing out of bed, the t-shirt you were wearing ( which was definitely Rudy's ) fell to your knees. As you stretched your back, it was like your senses woke up and the scent of pancakes filled the room.

Venturing out of the safety of your bedroom, the soft patter of your feet against the cool laminate floor was no match against the speakers playing American Idiot by Green Day extremely loudly in your apartment.

The scent of Rudy's cooking and the sound of the song blended together, blurring your senses in euphoria. It was already turning out to be a great birthday. You followed the scent and the sound to the kitchen where Rudy was standing shirtless in his sweatpants, his tricep flexing every time he flipped a pancake.

You walked up behind him and hugged him, resting your cheek against his shoulder blade.

"Happy birthday, love." Rudy said, only receiving a hum from you as a response and a light kiss between his shoulder blades. "Do you have your phone on you?"

"No, why?" You replied, squeezing him lightly in the hug.

"'Cause right now seems like a situation you would text me one of those fairy message things."

As if he could sense the smirk growing across your face, he slightly tensed in between your arms. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, and placing your lips next to his ear, you whispered, "I have a cake, now just stick the candle in."

Rudy fumbled to get all of the pancakes off the griddle and turn off the stove, but when he did, he spun around and pushed you against the kitchen counter opposite the oven.

"I'm pretty sure I've said you gotta stop doing that." Rudy said, his warm breath fanning you face as you looked up at him. Your bottom lip caught itself in between your teeth as you try to keep your poker face intact, but as the blond's eyes darkened in lust you found it very difficult.

"I told you I thought it was fu—"

Before you could finish your statement reminiscing the week before in Cline's apartment, Rudy slammed his lips against yours, causing you to fluster before you melted into the kiss.

You missed seeing his reactions to your fairy pickup lines while he was filming, but this reaction was new. But you liked it.

tags!! @outrbank @drew-starkey @anonymous0writer @katie-avery @lovingxjj and @rudys-pankow for that great sunglasses line

[jinxfirebolt18902]

Captivated (Nick Robinson Imagine)

Mini Serie (?)

This is Part 1. Also, I was drunk when I wrote most of this (edited only the orthographic mistakes and added a bit of contextual info) Conclussion: Drunk Writer me beats Sober Writer me.

Words: 2.647

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Going out in a different country than my native was scary at the beginning. Although I loved the idea of travelling the world alone, actually doing it was significantly different than imagining it and having fun was quite a challenge. The risks were higher. I am a woman, I live alone and I move on my own, if something happens to me it would take a few hours or days maybe to get my family notified. Of course being 24 years old is socially considered that you’re old enough to take care of yourself, and I did. It’s just I was starting my dreamed adult life at the other end of the continent and with no one to trust near me.

When I first arrived in Los Angeles everything was so big and alive all the time. There was no way I would remain inside my apartment, especially not after working hard during the weekdays. Now there came the thing with making new friends in a country where people were quite the opposite of mine (or so I’d been told). You see, leaving aside the fact that “my people” was emotionally attached to everyone; North Americans weren’t exactly presented to me as… affable. So I had been kind of insecure about how I would become friends with anyone. That’s why I sometimes found it difficult to believe I’d come across someone like David.

-x-

Tonight’s bar had been chosen by Dave. The place had great music and, although it looked pretty expensive and kind of exclusive, it seemed a good option for having fun. David’s friends were teasing him by the place selection and I laughed at his failed attempts to defend it as we were all crossing the streets towards the club’s fancy gates. Dave was such an interesting guy, one of those you don’t get to meet and stick with. Don’t get me wrong he is cool, respectful and fun to be around, but I’ve been here barely for a bit longer than a year and since I met him he’s been inviting me to parties and to tag along with his friends all the time. So what I mean when I say he’s one of those persons so good you don’t get to meet and stick with, I mean I don’t know what he’s seen in me to want me in his close circle.

—Guys c’mon the place is okay… give him a break. —my words were followed by a smile.

I immediately felt Dave’s strong dark-skinned arm surrounding my neck and pulling me towards him. He kissed my hair and shouted to the others “I told you this one was a keeper”.

—Well if you keep suggesting this kind of places you’re gonna scare her off! —Elizabeth, one of the girls from the group answered and then different laughs were heard.

I turned my head with my smile still plastered on my face and saw my friend’s face. He was actually pouting. I shook his hair making him push me off so I wouldn’t mess his dreadlocks (even more than they already were).

—They all whine about my places but they all have a pic with their fav stars because of me and my places…

I let out a small laugh and shrugged my shoulders. Dave was such a cool guy and so easy going that somehow he had become quite popular among some famous people living here in LA. Well of course he also had a lot of money.

The group had distanced a few meters from us and when we were getting on the sidewalk he took a good look at my outfit and remained silent. I was observing him with a look that read “what are you going to say?”. He nodded no with his head to look me in the eyes after.

—What? —I couldn’t erase my smile from my face nor from my voice. I felt happy.

He laughed a bit —Nothing. I’m just wondering how long will it take for some guy to take you away from me gurl… Actually I’m kind of surprised it hasn’t happened yet… It’s been months since I met you. 

—Oh stop it now nigga—Nah nah, just promise you won’t forget about me in a week once you got yourself a man!

I hit him slightly on his shoulder and rolled my eyes. —You know perfectly well what I think about the boyfriend thing. —He laughed and walked in front of me and the others to tell the security guard his name. Yes, Dave had a few privileges.

We instantly got inside and the atmosphere changed abruptly. The room was dim and misty with some green and blue lights moving around. The song playing was some tropical electro, chill. Being the drunk asses we were obviously the first thing we did was hurry to the bartender to overload him with orders.

-x-

Okay so far the night was great. We’d been drinking at a table until the place was full. It didn’t take much more than an hour after we got in. Every now and then somebody would go greet some acquaintance or famous person and come back. In my case, I only saw some recognizable faces from TV programs or stuff but I couldn't care less honestly. I had enough high society people in my job every weekday so… Dave was the only one who barely spent time with the group as he kept running into friends.

Music and alcohol were starting to get to me, not that I was hard to get into the party mood. My body was asking for some dancing moves. I took one of the girls, called Minette, by her arm and carried us both to the dance floor. We hadn’t been there even for 5 minutes and the music turned a totally different path. When we glanced at the Dj, Minette and I shared a look of understanding.

—He’s unbelievable right? —I nodded with my head as a response and let my latin blood take the lead.

Dave was next to the Dj and apparently, he had asked him for something more… let’s say: Caribbean. Minette had latin blood mixed in her veins too so we didn’t have a problem moving our hips and not giving a shit about the condescending looks we were receiving, especially from other girls upset by some guys staring at us. At some time, a Mexican boy had joined us and we were laughing and dancing a lot, finding ourselves in a state of euphoria. Then the Dj picked a particular song that I couldn’t resist dancing with all my energy and I gave myself to it. My body was then covered by a thin layer of sweat because of the rapid movements. Going up and down, jumping, shaking my hips and my waist had definitely gotten the best of me.A moment later, Dave came next to me laughing and giving me sweet looks.

—C’mon let’s get you some water gurl, I don’t want you dehydrated. —he was leading me towards our table pushing me gently by my lower back so I wouldn’t get lost between so many people. We were almost at the table when we heard someone say ‘Yo! Dave!’ behind us. We both turned to look and saw this lanky guy with at least three chains hanging by his neck.

—Yooooo what’d up man?! —Dave went to hug the guy and his 4 friends sitting next to him. I was just looking from behind but my gaze stopped on one of them. I recognized he was an actor, but I didn’t know his name. I remembered seeing him in a few movies. The guy was cute. White skin, perfect nose, deep bulging almond-shaped brown eyes, plump pink limps… Jeez.

I hadn’t realized I had unconsciously stared and my lungs had stopped working the air out. Maybe it was the music, maybe the alcohol or the extremely delightful sight I had in front of me, or maybe it was all together what was making me sweat even more, my pupils dilated. I felt a rush of heat run down my body. I felt like I needed some fresh air. I was about to leave to look for an open space but unluckily, David had catched me glancing at this guy, which got my friend grabbing me by the arm and posing me in front of him to present me.

This is my friend Virginia. —he gave me a look and smiled mischievously. I greeted with my hand not moving even one step from my place and mumbling a shy “hi” loud enough to be heard and received their greetings along with a nod plus an intense look from the pretty boy. If my eyes were not tricking me, he might even have shown a little sided-smile. Damn I was done.

I just walked away on my heels following the fresh air and getting to a secluded area for smokers. I lit a cigarette and looked up at the sky. I took a deep breath and tried to forget about the gorgeous face I just saw. I knew I had not like, the minimal chance to be with this boy who’s name I didn’t even know, but which also unfortunately excited me even more.

I was finishing my cigarette when a male voice said my name. When I turned to see him I was a bit taken aback.

—Uhm… Hi

—Hey, name is Nick.

I nodded once.

He looked inside the club and then at me again. A smile reached his face before his eyes reached mine.

—Do you have a lighter?

I looked for it in my purse and handed it to him. If I thought I was done before, then with a cig between his lips, looking all bad boy, his eyes so full of mystery and that damned smile…

Out of a sudden my glance flickered over the inside of the club and I swear I saw Dave smiling evilly. I rolled my eyes and signaled my middle finger to him, obviously causing him to laugh out loud. My head turned to give another glimpse. Damn wasn’t he a sexy piece of work…

I was caught by him anew. Once again his dangerous smile making an appearance on his perfect cutis… Unintentionally, my lashes went up slowly. We found ourselves sharing a kind of trance. Our eyes were acting upon themselves, provoking each other. He sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly let it go. And that’s when I lost it.

—I need a  drink. —I thanked the Universe for walking towards the bar on my own without the need of my brain processing that information because I just didn’t give it time to do so.

Luckily I got across the room hurriedly without interruptions. The guy prepared my drink. At the moment he spotted my glass “Nick” was next to me. My head turned to let my eyeballs get fascinated by this boy.

Excuse me —the bartender nodded before going away to serve someone else —I’m sorry, can I have a vodka shot too, please?

The little glass was in front of me waiting to be downloaded quicker than my previous order. Just after sending a quick peek towards Nick I took the tiny glass and emptied it hastily. I felt his brown eyes on me. I knew he was following my every move. Once I had taken that anxiety off myself I dared to truly look at him and lock eyes. The guy wouldn’t back away.

—Are you being a creep following me over, Nick?

He held his hands up in surrender —Take it easy girl. I just thought we could do something about… this weird chemistry taking place between us —he made a signal moving his right hand between our bodies.

I raised my right eyebrow in a swift. —Oh really? What chemistry are you talking about? —shit I couldn’t even control myself. My body naturally drew itself closer to him. Alcohol and lust were controlling me.

His eyes darted on my tight black dress from bottom to top until he landed on my eyes again. Then he eyed the place as if he was checking for everything to be okay. I didn’t understand this attitude at first but then I remembered he was kinda famous and he probably didn't want anyone knowing about his night with some random girl. I took a few deep sips from my drink closing my eyes, I needed the nerves to disappear and what better than my dear liquid friend to do it.

His right arm signaled a path and I walked in that way. The moment he was behind me his hands fell on my waist to guide me. They weren’t even touching my skin and I already could feel my body reacting to them. We ended up in a darker side of the club. There were some couples making out and smaller groups of people chatting. I laid my back against a cold white wall, letting the wall’s temperature contrast with my own, causing my eyes to close at the good feeling. A second later I opened them and found him right in front of me, close. Even with my high heels he was taller than me so our eyes were almost at the same level. His brown irises with his black dilated pupils made him look like a predator watching over his prey. But here’s the thing, I wasn't a prey. Either this was a predator-predator thing or he was about to become the prey.

Before I could do anything he moved his mouth near my ear so he could speak up and I’d listen over the loud music.

—You’re driving me crazy.

When he backed up, a serious look could be seen on his face. I couldn't help myself. It was my time to smile dangerously. I finished up my drink and left the glass somewhere before flashing my arms at his soft neck and shoulders. His beautiful eyes glanced down at my lips and came back up to my eyes quickly over and over again. His hands were gaining confidence in my waist by each minute that passed. His tongue glided over his pink bottom lip making it look even more desirable. My eyes were glued to that movement and to the wet lips.

I swear I was going to change positions and put him against the wall. I swear I was going to show him I was in charge here but the moment his body came crashing into mine I forgot everything. The moment my lips felt his and his humid tongue my mind went blank. His head was moving against mine. Our tongues were colliding, giving new sensations to each other. My fingers were drawn into his soft brown locks and his hands squeezed my waist as if his life depended on it. When I thought it couldn't get better it did. He fucking dared to moan into the kiss. How was I supposed to deal with that amount of sensuality?

His tongue pushed itself inside my mouth at the same time he pressed himself against me while I was pressed against the concrete, his groin making friction. Air. I interrupted the kiss and looked up at the ceiling as I took a deep breath, my lungs were burning. His hair ended up pretty messy and it looked even better, if possible. How could this boy get hotter by every minute that passed? His breathing was heavy too. His cheeks had turned very pink and now his once cute innocent eyes were so dark you could get lost in them. Dopamine was written all over his look. I felt a black hole was swallowing me. And hell knew I was ready to let it take me.

[sadiespells37]

We have an interesting one tonight. Taken on its own and without other context this character and part of the game she’s featured in is absolutely something I’d call problematic to say the least, if not out and out unintentionally transphobic. But in today’s internet fandom age has gathered around this character and how she deserves better than the game gives her and decided to give that to her themselves.

Chances are if you’ve played this game you know exactly who/what quest line I’m talking about but for those who haven’t some brief context. The Legend of Zelda is a long running action adventure series and Breath of the Wild is the latest entry series. You play as a reincarnation of a great hero in many of the games that involves you exploring a big world, exploring dungeons and most important to this blog and today’s entry meet a wide variety of interesting side characters.

At one point in the game you must enter a desert town called Gerudo Town only to find out you can’t. The town is entirely made up of women and men are forbidden within the walls. You hear rumors from another man who failed to get in that the nearby oasis bazaar has a man who once made it into the city. Following the rumors brings up the name of a woman; Vilia

Now at this point in the game you’ve met several of the other woman of the region and you notice Vilia does not look like the others you’ve met. For example here is captain of the guard of Gerudo Town and the main bodyguard of their chief

Now she is mesurably bigger than most of the average Gerudo woman, but still they are all very much Amazonian body types; very tall, very muscular, but also extremely feminine in body shape. Vilia on the other hand is more towards your height as the player and have a less feminine body shape. Once you find her, she offers to sell you some Gerudo clothing that will allow you into the city and once you do her veil gets caught in a wind gust and your character sees her face. While the player does not see it completely you are able to see enough that she has a beard. And that’s kind of the end of your interaction with her. You can go back to the location where you found her, talk and still get a few lines of dialogue but otherwise that’s it.

So from that breif summary of the quest involving Vilia you can probably see the problem already. The game itself treats her like a cross dressing man, but the dialogue and context reads more that Vilia is a trans woman. Also while the face reveal isn’t something I’d say the game tries to call a joke. It is treated as kind of a “oh, that’s it. This guy’s just weird. God these games have so many weird characters.” As I’ve said though LGBTQPril is about positive representation. The positive in this case is how I saw the trans community call out Nintendo on how they put this in their game, but also almost defend the validity of a fictional character’s gender identity.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.pastemagazine.com/games/the-legend-of-zelda-breath-of-the-wild/how-breath-of-the-wild-failed-us-when-it-comes-to/%3Famp

This editortial on the quest in question for example shows the personal feelings the author was left with after such a transphobic moment in a game she had been enjoying. In the few years since though I’ve seen LGBTQ+ people embrace Vilia herself as a trans woman. If you search for Vilia fan art you’re bound to find something with her smiling or even her being accepted among the other Gerudo as a woman. Even her official entry in the Zelda wiki, which I will remind you is community edited, has her gender as female and uses she/her pronouns for her.

Now none of this is to say that the fan reaction has suddenly made the game not problematic or any negative feelings about the quest or the game as a whole because of it wrong. It still is very much a problematic moment to say the least and if you it makes you angry or uncomfortable that is absolutely valid.

I just wanted to take the opportunity to point out how a fandom reacted to such a crappy representation by retroactivly embracing a character as a valid trans woman, and by proxy any trans woman who has been or still is in a situation like Vilia or not especially feminine like Vilia, that they too are also still a woman. That something positive can come from something that negative is worth highlighting in it’s own right.

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild: Vilia (and the fan response to her) 2017

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That’s all I’ve got tonight folks. I hope whether or not you enjoy what the fandom has made of Vilia, still get angry at how the game treats this quest, or haven’t played BotW before, that this entry makes you think about how people can do for each other what media can with representation. Leave your likes, comments or suggestions below. Write your own entries under the tag #LGBTQPril and I’ll see you next time.