#that now I'm kinda like ooooo I should write more of this

[priincebutt]

🖤 for firstprince please and thank you 🤭🤭🤭🤭

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation -- send a heart get a snip

“They’re sending me to Earth.”

The words sit between Alex and Henry, heavy and present, like there’s another person at the table with them. Alex’s mind tries to catch up with what Henry’s just said, but his expression is one of pure bewilderment. He reaches for Henry before remembering the guard monitoring their meeting, and thinks better of it. Last time he’d tried to touch his boyfriend he’d been physically escorted out and given a warning: if he did it again, he wouldn’t be able to continue visiting.

“I’m sorry, what?” Alex asks, his voice thick with the confusion that forms his brow into a little v of worry. He leans forward and clasps his hands in his lap, determined to keep his cool. “Earth is uninhabitable. That’s what they’ve always told us. They can’t just… Just because you’re a prisoner doesn’t mean you deserve to be sent to die!”

His last word rings out and Henry flinches away from it. The guard shoots Alex a furtive look but goes back to reading on his tablet, probably the latest news ping that held the report on the oxygen levels lowering, on how they’re running out of time and if the station can’t figure something out soon, there won’t be any hope. A whole civilization, snuffed out in space, another dying star in their own right.

“Research shows that after 100 years the Earth’s atmosphere should have corrected itself. They’re hoping this is the answer to the… the crisis.” Henry swallows thickly and looks away, then finally meets Alex’s gaze again. “My dad discovered the oxygen crisis. He wanted to tell the whole ship and that’s why they floated him. Now everyone knows anyway, and they’re trying to remediate it by sending us down as the test dummies. See if we can survive, if all of the radioactivity and poison is gone from the air.” Henry’s words are brittle with anger. He’d been arrested for being in alliance with his father, helping him crunch the numbers and uncover the ugly underbelly of secrets the Chancellor had been keeping from everyone. Henry’s father, an adult, was immediately killed, sent into space with no gear or oxygen to become a part of the universe again. Henry, being under 18 and still a child in the law’s eyes, became a prisoner to be re-evaluated on his 18th birthday.

It’s only days away, and he won’t even be on this ship to see it. He’ll spend his eighteenth birthday on Earth. And while he’s terrified to leave Alex and his mother and family behind, the thought of this new adventure… well. It kind of thrills him.

“Henry, you can’t go. What am I going to do? You’re going to die down there and I’m just going to have to sit here and live with that? You can’t go.”

“I don’t really have a choice, Alex,” Henry points out calmly. He understands why Alex is upset, but there’s nothing they can do now. The deed has been done. He’s going to Earth.

The guard stands from his chair and looks down at his watch. “Time’s up, you two. Out you go, Claremont-Diaz.” “Just like, five more minutes? Please?” Alex asks hopefully, and finally his hand reaches for Henry’s. When their fingers interlock he squeezes, and Henry feels tears prick at his eyes. He feels guilt for excitement for the upcoming journey to Earth, and a deep sadness over what he’s leaving behind. This has all happened so suddenly, they’d only told him he was going this morning.

“Sorry, no can do. You’re lucky your Ma is who she is and you even get to be here,” he points out. Most prisoners aren’t given any kind of visitation rights, but since Henry’s dad was one of the top scientists who kept this whole space ship up and running, and Alex’s mom’s position as a higher up in their shoddy government system, they’d gotten around it.

Henry can see the panic flickering across Alex’s face, and he squeezes his hand again, pulling Alex’s attention back to him. “Hey. Hey, Alex? It’s going to be ok. Look at me.” Alex’s dark eyes meet Henry’s, and Henry’s free hand comes to rest on his stubbled cheek. Alex’s chest rises and falls on his heavy breathing, and Henry knows he’s on the verge of a panic attack by how far off his gaze is. “It’s all going to be ok,” Henry says with a weak smile.

“Stay alive. Wait for me. I’ll be on the first ship out of this hell hole,” Alex mumbles softly. He lets out a sigh and presses their foreheads together, and the guard starts to say something, but Alex ignores him. If this is the last time he’s going to see Henry, he’s going to make it worth it.

The tears that welled in Henry’s eyes fall as Alex presses their lips together. It’s been months since he’s been kissed, and Henry melts into Alex, lets himself forget that this is maybe (probably) the last time they’ll touch like this. His fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex’s hand rests on his waist, and for a moment they just exist, just the two of them, with nothing to split them apart.

But then Henry’s being wrenched back by his shoulder, and he curses as the guard fastens restraints around his wrists and forcefully pushes him back towards his cell.

“Wait for me!” Alex calls as another guard escorts him out. Henry loathes the desperation, the wetness on his face, this whole situation. It’s all shit. And now he’s got to go to Earth and fucking survive for Alex. He just has to make it long enough for them to be together again.

[brineffxiv]

We have been invited to a meeting of representatives of all the Alliance nations and the beast tribes.

(Wow, I wish the game would give me a better word to use, feels like a slur to call them "beasts". Also, though I realize them being 3d models would make this difficult, they should really be offered a seat at the table - literally - to make this feel like we actually respect them as equals. Having them stand at one end feels... not right.)

And the meeting is fine and dandy, and we agree to form The Grand Company of Eorzea, and Kan-E-Senna asks Alphinaud to write up a report covering his experiences with the Crystal Braves and and and none of that matters because THIS BASTARD showed up!!

I have slain gods who had committed lesser crimes than the words you just said to your children.

I don't care about the Final Days anymore; Zenos and Fandaniel can go bring about the end of the world and dance in the ashes for all I care. THIS bastard is my new target. I will make you eat those words Fourchenault Leveilleur. You should be ashamed of yourself, and as Hydaelyn is my witness I will make sure you are.

*mutters darkly*

You have a clearer head than I, G'raha, I don't remember what he said besides his being an insufferable git. If the Forum wanted to distract me, that was a masterful way to do it. I'm still fuming.

Oh dear. Looks like Fandaniel is leading a force to Carteneau. I wonder if Zenos will be accompanying him?

But before we can leave on the airship, Fordola meets us and insists we must come with her.

Oh Arenvald, I am so sorry. Is it your legs or your back? I'm sorry. How rude of me. I am glad to see you alive.

Arenvald can fight no longer, so he looks to Alphinaud to carry on where he cannot. Alphinaud doesn't feel like much of a hero, nor is he sure that he is the right person for the job, but Arenvald gives him a pep-talk and we go.

Arenvald is obviously feeling very depressed about the loss he's suffered, but I am glad he has Fordola there for support (Ship it? Ship it). And I am glad it seems that, while he might no longer be able to wield a sword, he's not out of the fight just yet. I am... potentially hopeful we might see some good disability representation through him? It's already refreshing to see the idea that being disabled makes you useless so clearly and strongly rebutted.

Aaaaaaa! Who are you making me fight as this time!?

Okay but I want those little figures. Please. Let me buy the whole set and put them on my desk.

We gotta defend the aetheric confluence. This was painful. I am unskilled with these fights. Especially the one where I had to be Urianger. PAIN.

(Fuck yes Ravana. My favorite primal!)

Please no, Fandaniel. I don't need another homoerotic violence friendship. There is only room in my heart for one muderboyfriend.

We won the day, and, while we could not save them all, we saved some. And that will have to be enough.

I think this is hope.

Yesss thank you game for appreciating my desire to make that man pay.

Omg omg is that a scythe!? Is Zenos a Reaper now? Haha sweet.

Um. What's that spiky edifice behind you there? Also, I just noticed there appear to be ruins of buildings everywhere?

Oh yeah. That's gotta be the main tower that Thancred and Urianger espied in Garlemald. Or the final boss' lair. Possibly both. Spooky fucking thing, regardless.

Opposite of hope?

Ooooo!

I kinda adore you, Zenos. You crazy bastard. I think you've fallen for me and don't know what to do with that, so express it the way you express everything else: violence!

We have assessed the aetheric currents, and determined that the towers are being fueled by drawing upon the lands' aether directly. We must inform our allies of this.

But then...

Hydaelyn?

Hydaelyn!?!? After all this time, what brings you to speak with me? To send an avatar of yourself here?

Oh shit. That's not good. Can you be a little more specific?

Oh dear.

Aaand nobody else saw the glowing lady.

Oooh and now the spooky moon is over us too.

And with that. I believe I have reached the end of Shadowbringers. The greatest expansion so far. I don't feel prepared to sum up an experience as profound as this was. Fantastic game. I am eager to get playing Endwalker.

[finn-m-corvex]

*SPRINGS INTO THE FINNBOX* HIHIHI HELLO FINN!!!!

I see ur doing the writer ask game 👀

so 1, 4, 8, 14, 16, 48, 23, and 31 for the ask game! (it's alot sorry-)

HI HI HI AND HELLO! IT MAY BE A LOT BUT I CAN DO IT LEVI! No worries at all!

1 - Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Multi-chapter! I love fleshing stuff out and seeding ideas and all that good stuff. Lightning in a Cubicle was supposed to be one thing but now it's like, at least five I think. Same thing with Survivors. When I start something I go all in!

4 - Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Would you believe me if I said that it just kinda happens?

That's not entirely true but it also kind of is. One of the things that I trained myself to do when I was younger was constantly narrate my life; my brain is always writing even if I'm not actually writing, and that's what spawns new ideas. And it's not an "Oh I should have a sandwich for lunch," but more like a "'I should have a sandwich for lunch,' she thought as she walked down the sidewalk.'

Also I think about something that I wish someone else would write and I think "well ill just do it myself"

8 - Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

The middle! It's so underrated. I know everyone gets hyped about climactic scenes and bombshell beginnings but there's something about the middle that's so endearing to me. You don't have to worry about tying up loose ends or making sure you get stuff right nearly as much.

14 - how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

Yes and yes! I'm an empath, so reading emotional scenes tends to get me very much fucked up. I project a LOT during emotional scenes, but I also have to keep in mind what emotions are actually supposed to be felt during the scene.

Writing tip for you guys: if your character is angry/irritated/anything like that, shorten the sentences. Make the writing choppier. Cut out the fluff and the adjectives and everything like that, because people don't like doing extra work when they're angry.

16 - How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

TOO MANY TO COUNT. I have a couple babies waiting in the back to be published, but I can't put them out until I get some of the stuff I already have open done. One fic idea I am nurturing right now is something with Jay dying based on my experience with being revived (do not recommend btw).

23 - Best writing advice for other writers?

WRITE BAD THINGS AND SHARE THE BAD THINGS. JUST DO IT. IF YOUR BRAIN IS TELLING YOU IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH PUT IT OUT THERE ANYWAY.

You have to make a hundred bad things to make one thing great.

31 - Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Plot! Everything that I write starts with a plot that I then adapt the characters to. I think a lot of people get stuck because they think up a hundred characters but those characters don't have a clear direction. By starting with a story and then creating characters, your characters are automatically in-tune with your plot and themes and you know where they need to go. That's how I made Beta, Dee and Talon!

48 - What do you look for in a beta?

OOOOO I'VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! I've never had a beta before so I'm not sure. Definitely someone who knows their stuff and their way around, but also someone whose flexible and good with anxiety. I also need someone who can put things in a way that doesn't trigger my RSD.

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

chocolate ganache, caramel, white chocolate, fluff filling 🥺💛

I'm choosing to be quirky and use three wips for this one. The Divine, because of course, A Guardian's Tale, and Realm of Mirrors, because they've been on my mind lately

Chocolate Ganache: what made you start writing this wip ? was it a trope ? a vibe ? a character ?

I initially got the idea for The Divine back in I think 2019, when I was watching Go Princess Precure. I've always loved magical girl shows, but like I've said had trouble identifying with it. And so I thought, why don't we just make them boys ? And here we are today !

AGT came about in 2015. I was watching some show with toys that came alive, and there was some talk about how they each represented one of the elements. I found that really cool and so made a story were four kids were given small animal figurines that gave them elemental powers. Then it spiraled lmfao

RoM can about mainly because I wanted to try and write a cast with more girls than boys pffft

Caramel: tell me a bit about your favorite scene, and why it’s your favorite.

Ooooo this is a hard one. I think as of right now, it's a tie between Andie's kidnapping, the encounters with the Messangers, and the Abyss Trials.

Andie's kidnapping is very neat because if The Divine was a show then that scene would be the ending of an episode. It goes from hopefull, with the boys undoing their locks and getting their Aetherium restored. And then Arahmen arrives, breaks the key before Andie can use it, and then just disappears with them.

The scenes with the Messamgers are all cool, because they're the only times we get even close to Cosmia and Ome. And they're all set in alternate planes, the space between divinity and mortality. Their first time with the Iri Wolf is also funny because the boys are calling it names for killing their Lumens and the Wolf is just like ??? I was doing my job ???

The Abyss Trials are fun because I get to torment the boys but also give them euphoric realizations about themselves lol

There are a lot of cools scenes in AGT, but the most iconic one has to be Robin killing Eden. It's a very intense scene that functions as Robin's absolute lowest point in the series. As well as a way for him to get out some pent up anger, because boy's been through a lot. He didn't do anything wrong tho, Eden is an inconsiderate asshole who basically triggered Robin's psychosis so, yeah.

My favorite RoM scene is the climax of the second book. There's a lot going on that I can't really mention because spoilers. But yeah, it gets really heavy.

White Chocolate: tell me a bit about the happiest moment in your wip.

While I don't think it's the happiest over all, the boys realizing that their Lumes are back is up there. The post battle scenes are more soft, but I'm still going to count them.

Definetly the post final battle scene. It's a very intense and emotional scene with a lot of crying and hugging, and it's this overwhelming understanding of "It's over and we're alive." that brings it all together.

Funnily enough, the happiest scene in RoM is the first scene in book one. It's downhill from there. That's not me saying there are no happy moments, but the first scene is of Emil returning to his hometown the the gang being back together again. Kinda hard to beat even without the bullshit about to come.

Fluff Filling: tell me a bit about the softest relationship in your wip.

The relationship between the main boys, no doubt. While the dynamics differ between them, they're brothers and should not be separated. Like, again the post battle scenes where they patch up each others wounds and talk about anything and everything besides the battle. I'm very weak <3

For AGT there are many but I'm giving it to Amber and Louise. Just two neurodivergent girls slowly realizing they're in love and then panic because how do you flirt ?? Like most of their interactions are them fumbling around and trying to impress each other. Trying to be cool and not stim too much because that might be wierd, and they think they're failing so hard but are actually making each other fall in love even more. I love then lots <3

Softest relationship in RoM is most likely Emil and Tess. They've known each other the longest, they're both never in charge of the group's braincell, they're both in awe of everything they see. And spoilers, but Emil's final 'speech' is between him and Tess. So yeah, they <3

[zepskies]

Omg I looove it! I didn't know you were a fellow Priestly/10 Inch Hero fan!! 💕

You know I never thought I would write for Priestly, as much as I liked the character, but after a friend encouraged me, I started sketching and completely fell in love with this adorable dork. 😂 I would so love to see you write something for him though!! If I get an idea for you, I'll shoot a prompt over to your inbox. 💜

Aww I'm so glad this story gave you all the feels!! 🥹 He's literally the sweetest most misunderstood weirdo, and I knew I wanted to pair with someone who saw that in him.

Lol honestly, if it's a gift you like and it doesn't hurt you too much, keep it. Full disclosure: my husband once received a fluffy pillow from an ex and it's my absolute favorite. I sleep on it every night and don't give a shit 😂

LOL I love that! And I totally agree. If it's not hurting you and you genuinely like that gift/it's become part of your routine, then why give it up?

But lmfaooo I'm so glad you liked that "ritual burning" (100% like Ross/Emily 🤣🤣) -- and of course, drawing the line at his dick. 🤣 That was a fan-favorite line, and I remember it really tickled me when I was writing it loll. And you can quote as much as you want, my lovely, I'm getting a kick out of all your reactions. 😝😝

Awww, he can relate after Tish. I honestly hated that he changed at the end of the movie. Like, whyyyyyy????? Tish would've liked him like he was, too?! What kinda message were they tryna send here? 🙈

Omfggggg I think this is all of our gripes with the ending. It felt like such a cop out, and frankly, a slap in the face to Priestly's character and Tish's supposed character growth. He shouldn't have felt the need to change when the whole point of the movie was to be your effing self. 🙄 It gave "Hollywood writing" for me.

Now I've died twice during one fic – noice 🤣🤣🤣 Also, I can relate with reader here. We've all been there and asked ourselves this very question 😂 And his response was GOLD 😆🫶

Ahaha I mean, amirite? 😂😂 I feel like I have this "if only" discussion with my best friend at least once a month. And lmfao that Solid Gold gif was perfect.~~

I honestly would love to meet Mr. & Mrs. Priestley and ask them tons of questions about how they raised such an awesome son 💙 Ooooo fic idea! Tell me how reader met his parents??? 🤓

Oh my Gooood, that's actually an awesome idea, and I don't think I've read anything like that before! Thank you for this. You're seriously making me want to play more in this world, with these two in particular. 💕

Oooh that's awesome that you both loved the angst, and that it took you by surprise! I didn't want to make the situation "too easy." But also gave a chance to explore the landscape of this sandwich shop post-breakup. And Ross/Rachel breakup vibes is exactly what I was going for! Since to me it seemed this group of employees were more like a little family, and Tish an integral part, so she wouldn't want to give that up in the "divorce" lol.

Ahaha yes the way Priestly and the reader had to dip out to avoid prying eyes was very much like Friends too. It's all just running in my subconscious at this point. 🤣

Aww, the ending was too sweet 🥹🥰 I love how shy they were around each other and that she essentially told him he should ask her out 😆 I'd honestly love to read more about these two! I adored this ❤️❤️❤️

Aww thank you so very much, Wayne!! I loved writing these two across both one-shots (which I see you read the original fic as well 🙏🏽). And you gave me an awesome idea to play with in the future!! ��

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.” 

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail. 

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don��t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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[izzyspussy]

hey there it's ya boy the jizzy anon back again bc I've only just realised you replied to my ask I'm so dumb 😭 you've probably forgotten what you wrote sorry but uhhhhh this is my reply anyway lmao u don't have to reply to this obvs 😅

1) thank u it's an honour 🥰

2) ooooo I like it. I feel like Fang and Ivan should also be like yeah that's just Normal Izzy Behaviour so everyone just kinda gets on with things (I feel like we deserve to see Izzy in a dress thoooooo)

3) mmmmm it's so good, I'm afab genderqueer and I have so much goddam respect for amab genderqueers

4) honestly your blog has changed my opinion of Jack so much, I'm now fully on board with the mean, horny and undernegotiatedly kinky Jack shipping train it's my new favourite thing. when I had the feminisation thought I felt literally so galaxy brain because OF COURSE Jack would be Like That................... and yes he totally would start feminising Izzy outside of sex like he's poking at a bruise. To see Izzy's reaction (and potentially the rest of the crew's reaction and the crew's reaction to Izzy's reaction and so on etc etc etc.) "hehe another toy for me to play with" is exactly right ily I love Jack being a joyfully manipulative lil bitch because that's exactly what we see of him in S1!!! He knows exactly what to say to get under Stede's skin and sway Blackbeard and the rest of the crew and he just has so much fun with it!! I feel like Jack fucking with Izzy (in every sense) would just be a match made in heaven with both of them getting off on the other being mean (Jack gives massive switch energy but in a way that he's always ultimately in control if that makes sense? because he has zero shame about it so even when it's him getting off on Izzy being mean to him, Izzy still comes out looking/feeling weaker)

5) I HAVE and I LOVE IT. Jim Izzy solidarity is just. Everything. I am Craving Jim Izzy scenes in S2. especially because Vico deserves it.

Okay and now I've started thinking about trans dude Calico Jack and I can't stop. Basically I just want more diverse trans man rep AND THAT MEANS WE NEED MORE GROSS TRANS GUYS. I'm so sick of a) people thinking trans guys are innocent soft boys and b) people saying trans women fetishise women's bodies, so I think Jack should be just so much the opposite, a dickhead trans dude fetishising women's bodies???? no idea if this makes any sort of sense I'm writing this while like........ super high 😭

Okay, I do like vaguely remember what this is in response to, but only vaguely. I have no idea why I kept it in the inbox for so long though alskfks. Anyway, jizzy anon I hope you're still here and please feel free to send any other horny and/or trans jizzy thoughts you may have. And everyone else, uh, here's this. You're welcome.

[writeroutoftime]

heya, congrats on getting 1.7k followers, you absolutely deserve it ❤

for the prompt thingy: matt murdock with the prompt: "I like being wanted." "You should NOT like be wanted by the police!" with reader who's a bit too much of a troublemaker and is a menace for both the police and crime bosses 🧍

Awww, thank you so much, lovely! I hope you enjoy this, I went with a vigilante!reader kinda spin lol. (thank you for waiting, I'm sorry it took me so long to write!)

oOoOo

Matt sighed as he heard the sirens whiz by as he sat perched on the top of a building waiting to strike. Of course, this was New York and the sirens were part of the city that never slept, but he just knew deep down that they were for you. When you had exposed your vigilante self to Matt, he had never expected to experience so much worry.

Pushing himself up, Matt began to run in the direction of the sirens. He honed in on your being and hoped he could reach you before anyone else did. Jumping into a dark alley, Matt recognized your scent and heartbeat, quickly grabbing your arm and pulling you into the shadows just as the cops pulled up. They could deal with the two lackeys you left unconscious.

Back at the apartment, Matt was eerily silent as you both removed your suits in favor of the comfort of your lounge clothes. Wincing as you tugged a shirt over your body, Matt perked up at the noise and the made his way to your side.

Tilting his head slightly, Matt noted the slight coppery taste in the air, shaking his head. "You have to be more careful." he reprimanded. "Not only are you hurt, but now everyone is after you."

"I like being wanted, Matty." you giggled even as you saw your boyfriend's stern expression.

"You should NOT like being wanted by the police and every crime boss in Hell's Kitchen!" he exclaimed, slamming his hand against the table releasing his pent up anger.

Matt could feel his own heart racing at the thought of the latest gang leader that would want to send more of his men after you to make an example out of you. His shaky hands quickly wiped the smirk off your face and you rushed forward to grasp his hands in your own.

"Hey, hey." you cooed. "I'm here. I'm okay. A few scratches, sure, but I'm going to be just fine." you tried to reassure Matt, gently moving his hand to rest against your still beating heart.

Closing his eyes, Matt took a few breaths, shaking his head. "How am I supposed to keep the city safe if I can't keep you safe?" None of it mattered to Matt if you weren't safe and sound by the end of the day.

"I'm sorry." you apologized seeing how much the evening had affected Matt. "I know I can be reckless, but we're in this together. You don't have to protect the city by yourself."

Nodding, Matt moved to wrap you in his arms, breathing in your presence as his heartbeat finally began to slow.

"But..." you added. "I will try to be more careful, okay?"

"Okay, sweetheart." Matt agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head to seal the deal.

[painsandconfusion]

Ok. Idk if you take submissions but…

Zero pressure. Seriously.

A whumpee that is neither defiant nor sumbissive? Kinda like Ethan, she’s already been through everything. She’s an forced assassin, conditioned at a young age (i did NOT take that from black widow). Just because I feel they have so much whumpy potential. And she just wants to be able to make up all the blood that she has shed.

SO. imagine. she joins a team. with a good mission, to save ransomed hostages, and she goes in and takes the biggest rusk to avoid casualties, and nearly dies herself. however. a few hours later, when they are doing a headcount and scoping the damage of wherever they just made it out of (collapsed building etc), and two are missing.

authorities are like, let it go, theyre probably dead. and our whumpee is just. no. they cannot be. i wont let them be. because this is just more blood that shes failed to save and if she cant even save two lives why should she get to live? shes just a monster who kills without meaning to. but it turns out…

its a trap. she gets captured and she gets whumped and she escapes all without finding the two innocentd. right when shes about to get back to freedom? the two innocents, held at gunpoint.

so whumpee has no choice and those two innocents become her top priority, so she complies to keep them alive and as unharmed as possible.

team assumes them all dead. year(s) later, caretaker is captured. same whumper. same organization. a dogtag is found on his unconcious body, one that reads his own name and one that reads whumpee’s. you can see the fun that whumper would have with that…

angst. crying. whumpee maybe brainwashed and doesnt remember caretaker? caretaker being in complete shock? whumpee forced to choose between whumper hurting her or this strange newcomer (alternatively, lover?!!)? or worse.. whumpee to choose between having to hurt one of the innocents or her lover?!

anyways rescue. yay. whumpee’s only loyalty is to the two innocents and caretaker now. nobody else. she just doesnt trust the people who didnt even look for her (they did)…

IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG MY ADHD BRAIN JUST WENT “u go write that out missy or else” SO MY KEYBOARD WENT “plonk here you go” AND NOW THIS IS A HUGE BLOB IM SORRY- 😭😭

also this is equal parts idea and boredom as it is laziness to write something like this so instead im giving this to you to decide what to do with it.

thank you if you read to the end 💜💜

Ooooo I love this so much!!!!

I'm gonna leave it just as is and let others enjoy 🥰🥰🥰

[blortch]

Thanks for responding to my dream. Tbh I don’t know where it came from because I’m in the ‘their life is boring and all the speculation is for naught’ camp. I’m sure they’re all straight and have partners we don’t know anything about. So this dream was a shock, and I agree I would NEVER send that to them. They don’t want to hear it and I always hate when people send their fics to the actual person. If they want to find the depraved sexy stuff people say/write about them, they should have to find it themselves lol thanks!

No problem, the ask was unexpected but I like kickstarting discussions about whatever so sure, send in your weird asks anons!

H m. The line "I'm sure they are straight and have partners" no see the point is that you don't know that either and that it's Fine that you don't know lolol.

And about the sending directly to them well, I'll go into some adjacent rant here: tumblr is accessible to them in theory. I don't know why but a lot of this site seems to have the sentiment that all us bloggers are somehow in a closed off space, some kinda big group chat but we're really...not? I know that a lot of people don't know this site, or don't feel the need to look in here, but the access Is Public. I don't mean to say this in a fearmongery manner like ooooo Jay could be reading your posts ooooo but more in a. Hey. I thought we all knew this lol.

I also don't mean it in a "post like your mom reads your posts" way either because if I had to be sanitized in one other space in my life I think I might shrivel up and die. The anonymity is >>; thankfully there.

Here's another rant: I think a lot of the time when someone feels like getting up on a soap box in defense of the "poor creators" that have to deal with weird comments, people (rightfully) think that it's because they're white knighting them in an attempt to get on their good side, eventually get to meet them, work with them etc. (LIKE COUGH STRUCCIMOVIES COUGH) but I can tell you right fucking now, if the impossible scenario happens and I get a mail from Red Letter of the Media asking me to work with them I'm not dropping a single thing. I'm not gonna go get my things and getting in a plane. I'm staying right where I am and I'd tell them to fuck off!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[battlemastercoffeeco]

ooooo I was wondering what Cobb was gonna be, that’s SO cool, it fits him perfectly. is everyone some kind of monster/being? Or is it just our Main characters™️. I’ve thought abt maybe adding mayfeld… Curious what you think he’d be?

Krayt dragon Cobb is MMM🥵🥵😳 delicious, and i really wanna hear more if u have any thoughts. My first thought once realizing Cobb could shapeshift was him turning into a massiff hsnfnfndb (to fuck Din, but also bc those guys just look like they have so much fun running around the desert)

Oh! Also, I had a thought abt lizardman boba. I know he’s kinda just like. An amalgamation of at least a few reptiles, but I think he should have a tail. At least sometimes. Or The option of having a tail if he wants it . normally I’d be like “to fuck Din”, but in this case, I’m more thinking as a weapon/defense (like armadillo lizards, uromastyx, spiny tailed iguanas, they have rlly cool spikey tails) bc that’d be dope as hell.

Anyways love that u made a blog! I’m. Tempted to make one too, I sent a lot of asks 2 bellsy (probably will to u now too, sorry 😅) but I don’t rlly write much so 🤷‍♂️ well see!

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THE LIZARD ANON!!!!!!!!

giggles aside, Y ES krayt!Cobb is. mmm. i dont have much more than that unfortunately, it 100% Melted my brain lol (and yes i did slip full-of shapeshifting into the sand spirit abilities purely for sentient non-humanoid sexytimes for Din)

i don't think ~everyone~ in the au is monsters, but they tend to flock together, purposely or by accident. Mayfeld is 10000% some kind of trickster leprechaun fae type bastard. one of my fav a/b/o fics is bobadinmigs! could be interesting to throw in the mix, but idk if i'm feeling him as a romance option in this au. will percolate the thoughts.

SEE YES IM ALL ABT LIZARDMAN BOBA but i have zero concrete ideas lol. i did give him gecko wall climbing and Too Many Teefs (i was imagining something like a monitor lizard with shark teeth lol just. big ol' mouth crammed with sharps)

i keep vacillating on what limbs Boba'd have like: tail? hemipenes or alligator dick? 4 arms?

he definitely has a fun tongue tho if you know what i mean ;)

also you might consider making a side acct so you can interact in discussion? idk tho. i'm definitely having fun with this tho lol XD

SEND ME THE ASKS i make no promises BUT I WILL TRY

(unrelated i'm sorry y'all i use lol w a y too much rip)

[omegangrins]

Chibnall, Children, Choice and Consequence

Allow me to introduce a companion piece to A Treatise on the Doctor:

It's pretty simple:

Chibnall knows what he's doing and is playing a long game to show how the Doctor needs to take more responsibility.

Let me start off with my favorite examples. That's right, plural.

Every single villain 13 faces is never defeated, merely pushed away from causing them any immediate problems. Tim Shaw being the prime example.

1&10. Seriously, Tim Shaw. Her plan was to use his own bombs on him and then teleport him off the planet. Even without Ranskoor Av Kolos, the Doctor should have thought to check in on him. Especially after The Ghost Monument showed the Stenza were a greater threat than she knew. She still hasn't even checked up on WHAT THE HELL THE STENZA ARE! They sound worse than Daleks but naw, let's go rain-bathing in the upper tropics of Canstano instead.

2. Ghost Monument. We saw the END of an interuniversal race. What the fuck is the beginning that got them there? Who is Illyn and how and why did he orchestrate a super race?

3. Krasko. Sent back in time. Really, Doc? Not gonna take a look at the device and see where Ryan sent the prick so you can double check that he's not gonna cause anymore damage?

4. President Trump analog. Ooooo, you looked at him menacingly, Doc, that'll show him!! Not like he's gonna KEEP DOING ILLEGAL SHIT LIKE THIS.

5. The Pting. She literally shunted it off ship to be dealt with by someone else BUT DOESN'T GO BACK TO BE THAT SOMEONE ELSE ONCE SHE HAS HER TARDIS. That's like leaving a living nuke floating around after sweeping it under the rug while you fly off to Paris.

6. The Pakistani-Indian conflict still happens and millions still die. Not her fault but still....

7. Kerblam. Sure, Charlie's terrorism was solved but not the underlying problem that led to it. Humans still can't work because corporations like profits over people.

8. Similar to the Punjab, how you gonna solve sexism, classism and all the -isms?

9. WHY WAS THE SOLITRACT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE??!! It's been around since before the universe. Why'd it decide to come back now? It's a whole universe trying to hug our universe to death. Maaaaaaybe we should check out why.

11. She's gets a pass on the Dalek. Fucking impossible to eradicate them.

12. The Master!!! Finally she checks up on something after the adventures... and it's horrible. With everything gone to shit in her absence. Seeing a pattern yet?

And Barton? And the Cassaven? They didn't disappear into smoke.

13. Multiple Earths being multiply fucked. Remember when I said the Doctor couldn't solve racism, classism, sexism, or any of the other -isms? Starting to look like she needs to TRY.

14. The Skithra FLY OFF after getting hit by a laser beam. That kind of thing tends to piss people off. Even if they're idiots using other's technology.

15. Jack. The Judoon. The Ruth Doctor. All things I'd start checking out if I had a time machine BUT

16. WE CAN'T cause the TARDIS emergency alert is going off and we need to hurry up and run and solve this problem before we run out of time in our TIME AND SPACE MACHINE. Leading to another problem the Doctor could help solve but won't. Plastic and over-consumption.

17. Oh yeah, let's trap two Eternals from another universe in the same place. There's NO WAY that could ever turn out bad.

18,19,20. And again. Cyberium. Pushed off Shelley onto herself and onto Ashad and onto The Master.

That's almost 20 "enemies" the Doctor still needs to deal with.

Oh, not to mention that they let UNIT go defunct because they didn't have the forethought to ask if they needed any money in their alien fighting budget. After asking for an office, a desk, and a job. Kinda funny that way, aren't they?

I hope by now you've gotten the idea that this is VERY deliberate. This is Chibnall laying down some very heavy pipe to smack the Doctor like a clothesline. There isn't a one of these situations that can't come around to bite her in the ass.

Barton, Roberts, Skithra. These are all very loose strands for a time traveller like the Doctor to get tripped up on. Chibnall's past episodes prove it. They're all about the Doctor learning how to take responsibility.

42: The Doctor almost gets Martha killed and almost gets himself killed trying to fix it.

The Hungry Earth: The Doctor (a thousand year old "adult") tells Elliot (a 10 year old kid) that "Sure it's totally fine to go get your headphones while we prepare for an approaching unknown alien force." And 11 rightfully gets his ass chewed for it by the child's mother when the kid goes missing because OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS, JACKASS!

Cold Blood: I could write an entire essay about the Doctor's guilt over the Silurian/Human conflicts they've witnessed, but I don't need to. Because every single Silurian centered episode written in the new era is from Chris Chibnall. And you can feel the sad knowledge of Classic Who spill through. He KNOWS how many times the Doctor has fucked up with the Silurians (about 8 times in television format. And it's rough everytime. Rough.) and he writes those episodes like an apology on behalf of the whole human race. And the Doctor. You know why people are put off by Warriors of the Deep? 5 releases a gas that melts the Silurians. And though it's cheesy, the idea and execution is still horrible.

Add to that if the Doctor hadn't stopped to check the crack, then Rory wouldn't have waited and been around to be shot then absorbed by the time crack.

Power of Three: An entire episode about how the Doctor has a problem slowing down and really taking account of the lives of their companions.

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship: The Doctor actually tries to be responsible and pick the right people for a job. For once. But gets angry when they realize it's too late and there's another bunch of Silurians they failed to save. Classic!

Like I said, if you can't see the pattern, you're not paying enough attention to your responsibilites.

Which leads me to the why.

When you fly around time and space for thousands of years, you develop a few duties of care along the way. In every situation, you're the oldest. Technically the only adult in terms of experience. You have a responsibility to act a little less rude and be a bit more aware than needing cue cards to tell you that you should be sad about things around you. And that's the purpose of 13. She's unlucky but learning. Like 12 telling himself something with his face he couldn't say out loud, 13's instincts are leading her to a new place for the Doctor: being a caring, responsible person. Not so much laughing hard or running fast, but being kind. It's the one thing they recognized as a problem in themselves when seeing 1. Being a Doctor is about being kinder than that. Just because you HAVE to saw someone's leg off, that doesn't mean you can't wait a little and comfort them before you do it.

You wanna know what gave me every faith in Chibnall showrunning Doctor Who? 13 staying for Grace's funeral.

Do you understand how unprecedented that is? This is the same person who never said Goodbye to Jo Grant as she got married and fucked off into the night. The same Doctor who said, "I don't do domestic.", did it with Rose a regeneration later, and then closed himself off to everyone but a married couple he felt guilty about who ended up birthing his wife. Have you any idea the number of funerals the Doctor should have the common decency to sit through? This many.

So for 13 to stay around for the death of a woman she has only just met and not only that, BUT call out Ryan's father for not doing the same, it shows tremendous character growth. It's taken millennia but they're still changing.

Something similar happens with Rosa and The Witchfinders. Realizing that there a lot of companions who have been in situations that are sometimes worse than aliens, but they still manage to make it through. So she needs to buck it up and persevere for everyone else.

That's where her anger comes from, and really it's one of my favorite traits on her. It reminds me of 7. Someone impossibly old and impossibly kind saying to hell with it and at least having some fun with the evils who drag us through the universe. And just like Cartmel planned for 7, 13's past will come to haunt her.

That's where children come in. Most of us are crying babies to the Doctor.

There's this thing you notice most in British shows about answering the question directly as asked. Someone says "Are you sure?", you answer "Sure". That's a direct acknowledgement that you heard the question, understood it, and processed it enough to respond in a manner directly correlating to the question asked. Yas and Graham got it and said "Sure" but Ryan missed it and said "Deffo". This is like Elliot with the headphones. The Doctor should have immediately been like, "Okay, Ryan, it's obvious that you're still dealing with the trauma of your grandmother's death and probably not processing things on a logical level. I said "Are you sure?" Not "Are you deffo?" Because we are most definitely not deffo, Ryan. Graham, you wanna help here?"

I'm being sarcastic for points sake but you understand the idea. The Doctor knows better and has a responsibility as such. She should've really sat down with Ryan and Graham and seen if there was a better way to process their grief.

Because I'm fairly certain that "Deffo" is gonna lead to Ryan's death and Graham's cancer resurging as time cancer (I don't know what time cancer is. I just know it's bad.)

And that is gonna piss Yas off. Which will give you all that character you think she's missing (she isn't. Her character is in her subtleties and silences.). That's WHY her character is a police officer (like how does no else see that the man who wrote Broadchurch wrote an inspector character companion?) Imagine you're Yaz and you see the Doctor flying around in a big, magic box that says POLICE. As a fellow officer, you're gonna expect some basic safety protocols.

Like do a background check on everyone flying in the TARDIS to know whether they're stable enough (mentally, physically, emotionally) for time and space travel. It's no picnic. These people are going to go through hell. A little vetting and planning like Time Heist or Dinosaurs on a Spaceship goes a long way.

Secondly, full fucking disclosure.

"Oh. I can't die because I change my body. Oh. I have arch enemies that will try to kill and torture us any chance they get. Oh. My home planet is full of the biggest assholes in the universe and I'm including my arch enemies."

Third, police like to do this thing called "check-ups" where they go back to the scene of the crime in order to see if there is any more information that can be gleaned which you might not notice when you are busy running around trying not to be killed... Like, the Doctor has the perfect machine to do this with, but nope. Adventure done, run to the next place!!

These are all things you'd expect any reasonable person to do and say when taking others flying off into time and space and "helping". Even if they are an idiot passing through and learning. Especially when you consider the Doctor is vastly older and more experienced than everyone they encounter. They SHOULD know better. And they've got the lifespan to slow down. It's not like they need to be in a hurry because they're going to die at any moment like humans. The Doctor could easily stay for tea and it would be less than a drop in their lifespan.

Now, as usually is the case when I make these theories, I have a parts 1,2,3,4 and 6. There's allways this 5th piece I miss but I manage to get at the end.

But the 6th piece is the Timeless Child. The Doctor isn't a Time Lord anymore. They're not beholden to those people and ideas anymore. Even moreso, those people basically raped her childhood for their own gain so it's not like you'd really listen to them and their "policy of non-intervention".

I'm sensing a coming Trial of a Time Lord season (even believing these two seasons are the opening statement and preliminary evidence of the trial itself) wherein the Doctor finally gets the turnaround 6 deserved. A Trial of the Time Lords, if you will.

"In all my travels through time and space I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here! The oldest civilization: decadent, degenerate and rotten to the core! Power mad conspirators? Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen — they're still in the nursery compared to us! Ten million years of absolute power: that's what it takes to be really corrupt!"

This is what it's all coming down to. Chibnall's takedown of the Time Lords. And The Master is going to play the most crucial role of all.

They're going to be revealed as an Ux alongside the Doctor and show how the only constants they have in this universe are each other and it's about damn time they work together and tell these high collars to eat Schitt while they explore every star and planet they can find.

Come on, the episode is called The Timeless "Children". If it was just the Doctor it'd be called "The Timeless Child". The Master says as much with the misdirect line, "built on the lie of the Timeless Child." since we see two kids playing in that flashback.

"Since always. Since the Cloister Wars, since the night he stole the moon and the president's wife, since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie, can you guess which one?"

Now we know which one was a lie, we know the Master HAS known the Doctor since they were a little girl. THAT little girl...

But this is all just speculation. It's not like Chris Chibnall could have been thinking about this for the past 40 years and was given a blank slate to do whatever he wanted for five years on his favorite TV show. If y'all want to think he took those reigns and is choosing to make things worse...

Well then you don't know much about responsibility.

I'll let the man himself tell you about it.

"Very early in my career,” says Chibnall, “someone told me that you learn more from a failure than you do from a success. And then I lived out that phrase for a year in Los Angeles. I learned that I would not work that way again or be put in that situation again.” The essential lesson was: “You either have to be in total control of a show or working with people who share your vision and will work with you to achieve it. Also, never work with 13 executive producers.

“Camelot was the classic case of too many cooks. It wasn’t a harmonious set-up and I think that does manifest itself on screen.

“I had a fantastic cast but you have to be free to tell the story you want to tell in the way that you want to tell it. What ended up on screen was not what I wanted and so it is a blemish on my CV.”

Credit to @thirteenthdoc

“You immortals - so entitled, so spoiled. You never clear up after yourselves and you always leave stuff lying around.” - Thirteenth Doctor in Can You Hear Me?

[159potterhead]

I used do something like this too I'll imagine I'm in a talk show and I'm the guest and I'll vent about things in front of imaginary audience, crack a few jokes and those people loved me😅

It's okay. If you ever feel low let me know I'll be always around lurking over here I'm also I was thinking about setting a camp in your ask box if you don't mind I mean the place is huge and we can be neighbours. We can hang out all the time. Invite each other over dinner 💖🤩

(I listen to all the new song you put in here. It's a lovely song. You have a great taste in music✨)

Yeah I remember. (I'll get to the writer thing but since you asked I should tell you this) I also used to do painting and I get crazy while doing it, I'm kinda perfectionist about doing things so I don't do things unless I'm the best at it (coz I'm not good with handling criticism and anxiety is a real deal) I used to do sketching and canvas painting and it was like a do or die situation for me coz I don't let myself eat or do anything else unless I get it right and perfectly done and during that time I used be cranky for few days. It's been more than a year and I really wanna do something but yeah I don't have that kind of energy anymore. And yeah I write too although I'm new to the writing thing. I started writing like 2 years ago and those fics were only meant for me. I had a lot of ideas so I wrote a few things and wip and I never had courage to post them coz there are many great people writing better stories and I never planned the ending of any of the fics so I never posted them. I write mainly destiel so a few months back in December I was mad at the show of course and few other things and I was like screw it I'm gonna post the thing. No one's gonna read it anyway. It's this fic I wrote in 2019 and I never planned ending to it and that's the first one I posted and people really liked it I've got like 86 comments so at first I thought they were being nice but now I think they really like it so I've to plan some ending to it I can't abandon it. I've posted around 11 chapters to that one. God! I've to write more. I can shoot you up with link I would love to know your opinion but I think you will recognise me coz I have similar username there.

Lets play a game called who am I. Give me your top guesses if I'm one of them I'll shoot up the link. (Have you heard that fall out boy song; Let's play this game called "when you catch fire I wouldn't piss to put you out")

And I'm assuming you also write fics you've done a great job earlier. Do you write Harry Potter or destiel or anything else? What's your favourite trope?

🎶I'm an angel with a shotgun fighting til' the wars won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight🎶

omggg I am so sorry!! I don’t know how long this has been sitting here! I didn’t receive any notifications from you since yesterday so I thought I’d check my inbox and boom, tumblr didn’t send me one for this ask! I feel so bad for making you wait so long! (I hope it wasn’t long tho, since idk when you sent this)

saaame😆 oo you have fans I see;)

thank you🥺 and you too btw, if you ever feel low or you wanna vent or rant, hit my inbox. a camp? baby i’ll build you a mansion<3 and yesss we could have dinner at each other’s house and sleepovers that’d be so fun!!😁💞

(aww you do?☺️ and thanks, I know😎 my taste in music is the only thing I’m confident about lol)

woooah my gf is a painter too?? jeez, get you💅😌✨ and wow that doesn’t seem... healthy😬. but I suppose the end results would have to be incredibly amazing right? I’ve seen your ask stories and they’re chefs kiss, so I bet your actual fics are even 10x better! ooo that’s great!!! I wanna read it so bad, but i’m afraid it’ll blow your cover😭 aah yes that’s what I thought! we’ll have to find a way.

ooooo that’s exciting. I sorta wanna know who you are but I’m also liking this anon vibes to be honest😫 and I secretly don’t want this to end. but okay let’s give it a go. hmm. I’ll try to guess your blog but not who cause honestly there’s a lot ahah. (and yess I love that song!😆)

you’re definitely a spn blog that’s for sure.

idk why but I feel like your url must have something to do with lotr since it means a lot to you.

you don’t post that much, and when you do it’s often reblogs. maaaybe some rants here and there but they’re usually no biggie.

you don’t have your pronouns in your bio, idk why i’m guessing this.

maybe i’m reading too much into this but I feel like your theme is either earthy or pastel.

I mostly write ow, and I have never completed anything in my entire life thank you very much. everything’s just wip💀 it sucks cause I could be only one page away from the ending but procrastinate and end up working on a new story. the cycle never ends sigh.... but I’ve been meaning to finish this one story that I’ve been writing for about two years lol, and I would like you to read it! I will let you know when I actually finish it;) and hmm idk what my favourite trope is honestly, if it vibes it vibes yk. what’s yours?

🎶no matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back. no matter how long you're gone, I'm always gonna want you back. I know you know I will never get over you. no matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back. want you back🎶💕

[vamprefaggot]

1-30 and 80-101 (see I'm being good aren't I)

yes good job you left fifty for everyone else i’m v proud

1. what colors are in your room?

uhhh pink and purple pastel??

2. who was your favorite school teacher?

ms. simms

3. what are some passions of yours?

space, ranting about love at first sight(legit i wanna write a thing about it)

4. when you drink coffee, do you like it black or with cream and sugar?

BLACK LIKE MY SOUL

5. are you self-conscious about anything? if so, what?

what am i not self conscious about tbh my nose my laugh my entire face my small amount of chub my arms my legs my feet my hair the list goes on

6. do you have any tips for self-love?

long showers, bubble baths, books, and tea have gone a long way

7. do you have any stuffed animals? Do you name them?

i have a shit load of stuffies and i dont like naming stuff(gives me anxiety)

8. do you like drawing or painting more?

drawing

9. how do you sleep?

what is this sleep you speak of

10. what are some things that always make you smile?

my cat+reading

11. living in the city, mountains, small town, or out in the middle of nowhere?

i wanna live in the mountains but i dont

12. what's your dream house?

one where every window is glass(but honestly a lot of windows plushy couches thick rugs and cats

13. how many pets do you wish to have?

maybe one or two

14. have you ever dyed your hair? do you want to? what color?

AHAHAHA(this is the fourth time i’ve dyed my hair and imma do it purple next time)

15. what's your opinion on keeping a diary?

i mean i have one

16. what's your opinion on keeping an art journal?

ooooo thats a good idea i should do that

17. any art tips?

practise and binge drawing videos 

18. talk about a moment where time stopped

idk if i have one???

19. do you keep playlists for your music?

sometimes, depends on the music

20. is there anyone out there that you trust with your life?

lots but i rarely tell about my emotional state lmao(probably explains a lot about me tbh i’ve been bottling shit up for y e a r s)

21. are you your number one priority?

umm... No

22. do you always type correctly or do you make millions of typos?

half and half generally

23. recommend some music!!

ALL OF FALL OUT BOY I LVOE MY SONS

24. are your nails perfectly painted, chipped, or plain?

i hate painting my nails it feels too heavy and its always chipped off within the day

25. do you believe in wishing on a shooting star?

no

26. did you see the eclipse? describe it!!

it was really apocalyptic it was awesome

27. tell us what you love about nature

ALL OF IT ITS SO GREEN AND LOVELY AND THE DAPPLED SUNLIGHT THROUGH TREES IS JUST ASLJDFLJS

28. who are you? describe yourself!

i’m a trashcan hiding in a human skinsuit who likes cats too much and gets attached very easily

29. what type of music do you like, and why?

alternative and idk its just nice

30. what's your favorite clothing store? why do you love it so much?

the thrift store lmaooooo

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80. tell us about your favorite halloween!! what did you dress up as? did you get a lot of candy?

i think i already answered this but i haven’t had any Spectacular halloweens and idk it just seems kinda dull

81. first memory that pops in your head, talk about it.

i threw a rock at zane once and ms wadsworth wasn’t happy with me

82. how are you? what are you feeling? how has your week gone?

wow my week has been shit and i’ve been awful to my one irl friend bc i dont know how to deal with emotions yaaaaay

83. rant.

okay so i was talking about love at first sight w/ @heckinhowell​ last night and i have a Lot of emotions on the subject bc like lets look up a few definitions of love 

hmm lets look at another one

hmmmmm 

soo the question is does love at first sight exist and my answer is no and the reason is bc its basically defined as a “strong emotional bond” and you can’t really get that from just looking at someone, right? like you say that it was love at first sight but do you know, at first sight, if they’re actually someone you could love?? like what if they eat babies would you still be in love with them once you walking in on them with a mouth full of dead baby and the rest of the corpse in their hands??? no bc thats scarring and disturbing but you didn’t know that at your whole ‘love at first sight’ so if you dont love them after you get to know them does it count as a strong emotional bond?? like yeah lust at first sight is a thing like “mm yes daddy bend me over and fuck me” but that’s not necessarily a strong emotional bond and it just seems like a huuuge thing to have at one glance like??? wow you wanna marry this person you’ve never talked to them and i heard from jim that they lick the gum stuck under the tables aND I JUST

84. do you worry about something a lot? if so, what?

my future

85. do you think long distance works?

i mean if you put in the work yeah

86. would you date someone younger than you? older than you?

yeah probably but not by much and that’ll probably change as i ~age~

87. name some people you'd love to meet

@sammisays @heckinhowell @phanjumpers

88. what were some things you were scared of as a kid?

the dark and that my parents were imposters

89. tell us about your favorite birthday

ummm maybe the one at the pool and we all sat outside afterwords

90. how is high school?

not as dramatic as i was lead to believe there are no cliques(UNLIKE FUCKING MIDDLESCHOOL WTF)

91. tell us the worst pick-up line you've ever heard

“are you and phil going to be best friends forever?” “thats the plan”

92. every been groped or catcalled? how'd it make you feel? what did you do?

lmao i’m not --Sexy-- enough for that(thank god)

93. opinion of feminism?

oh ffs women are people too(and that includes all of them you terf bastards)

94. tell us about a time you got embarrassed

someone said i was cute and i died

95. ever had a pregnancy scare? tell us about it!

i’m a lesbian who’s never even kissed someone pregnancy is a bit of a stretch

96. tell us about your best friend

HES A TWAT AND I LOVE HIMM @bitchface-malone-the-eighth YOU FUCKER ILY

97. what's your opinion on planning your life out?

it wont work bc life is a bastard and hates everyone

98. describe what you think afterlife is like

i dont think there is one?? like yeah out consciousness’s might float around a bit after we die but i’m p sure they fade as we’re forgotten

99. talking on the phone or texting?

texting

100. how do you feel about the way most teachers treat students?

i went to a hippy school and the some fancy ass Progressive school and now a never-been-done-before high school i have no idea what’s going on elsewhere

101. what's a word you use more than others?

fuck

[taejimin]

hey jess i was wondering if you have read or seen around any analysis of jimin's lie choreography? i'm so curious especially after i read your (gay) thoughts on lie and stigma. i really want to see someone who understands dance analysing that choreo. there's a part in the choreography where all the backup dancers put their arms on jimin until he disappears under them for a sec and then they lift him up. idk shit abt dance i'm not an artist or anything lol but that shit sure seems v. symbolic yk.

oh i havent!!! id rly love to tho if u see one send it my way! but my friend and i talked about it a bit and mostly just came to the conclusion of: gay but yeah theres alot of pieces to the choreo that are certainly symbolic of something. like the one u mentioned, and when he gets lifted up, and when he pops up with the blindfold and then yanks it off (NOW THERES SOME SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!!!!) but yeah someone who knows more about this kinda stuff really should write up one id fuckin love to see it

jk lemme try im pulling this outta my ass but

the part where he shows up in the middle with the blindfold on and then he yanks it off is rly…………….cuz ok like. to my understanding, in bst. the whole ‘covering your eyes with your hands/blindfold’ theme was something to the effect of like….being shielded from temptation/sin? like see no evil u know. and in the video when someone’s eyes were being shielded it was like the others shielding them from the temptation and stuff? so when in the first seconds of the video when yoongi covers jimin’s eyes and it transitions to him pulling his hand off its like. him embracing temptation? or something like that my thoughts on it are a little muddled. SO in the context of the choreo, pulling the blindfold off himself is like. hes choosing to embrace the temptation of sin which………………………………….lmao theres my official gay symbolism two cents

also i think the him being carried by the men is supposed to be like…christ symbolism like. martyr symbolism u know?? i havent taken an english course in a while so im rusty as shit but i think theres something there?? which more biblical symbolism no surprise

and theres a point right before that where more backup dancers crawl onto the stage and slowly surround him and i think thats like….idk im terrible with explaining myself but like the way they move is very…demon like?? idk how to explain it like but that could be more like. succumbing to sin type stuff. 

in the scheme of all of this and how its gay tho, the concept of lie and his choreo (as well as bst and stigma hey-ooooo) have had biblical references which could be prettyyyyyyy easily connecting to queer coding. like historically references to sin/temptation/etc have had sexual connotations but with the lyrics of lie and bst and stigma it rly points to the whole ‘gay=sin and also im having trouble resisting this type of sin’. which isnt a bad thing im not calling them a bunch of homophobes but in the context theyre using (being a biblical context) naturally the whole gay=sin thing will come up. plus hey its a rly easy way to make something gay w/o explicitly saying it. just talk about temptation~~ and stuff and the str8s will believe anything they want (apparently some thought stigma was about tae sleeping w/a married woman which LMAO laugh with me pls) but anywho. theres my 2 cents. lie choreo = gay. (but also the song itself plus stigma plus bst plus all of wings and ynwa pls lmao lets be real)

[159potterhead]

There you are! I was getting a little worried I thought something happened to you or you're busy idk what's time over there but I sent that one like yesterday in the night and it's evening over here rn. I also thought it was a long ask so it might have not been delivered I was about to sent another ask about it if it's delivered or not.

Can we have a big mansion? With fireplace in the living room and a chandelier. We can just cuddle on the couch when we get cold and fall asleep there🤩. Oh! I just thought of something let me try this out; (my phrasing of words is a little lousy but you get the sentiment behind it right) I had this amazing old place and I didn't knew something was missing out but I can see it now (here's the part where you ask; 'What?') (And I'll reply this;) Hot neighbour!! (Winks)

I also kinda like coming anonymously here it wouldn't be that much fun without it. I like the way things are. Who knows I can be batman my identity is hidden no one knows me. Or I can be a ghost lurking among the living😌

And what are you? Sherlock? I see you have a great deduction skills now I can't just tell you which points you got right coz I got to keep my identity secret but you got few of them right.

That's great! I knew you can write. I like many tropes enemies to friends to lovers trope where if they had any past relationship or have known each other and then coz of something they hate each other and afterwards find their way back to each other. I'm writing that fic in this trope coz I've read few fics and peeps don't get it right they just force them to make out and I think there should be more time before that and more tension rather than just jumping to climax so I've to take the matter in my hands. In my fic deancas are also housemate so tension is there. I also like royalty au where they are like have arrange marriage and case fics where they have to pretend and Bunker domestic.

(Idk if you've heard this one it's not very famous song but it's lovely it's called step by vampire weekend)

🎶Every time I see you in the world you always step to my girl🎶

ohh it was the notifications being cranky😤 I’m the one who gets worried when I don’t see you in my inbox in a while, so I was very concerned until I got up and checked my inbox to find an ask sitting there and I had no clue.

ooooo that sounds lovely!! I would like that🥰 AAAH🙈😆 I see you;)))

exactly. ahaaa😏 I’m fine with both...

wait FR?! oh jeez now I’m gonna be suspecting every blog I come across with those points👀

wow I love! taking matters into your own hands as you should😌 I feel you, cause sometimes there’s this one specific trope that you have in mind but you wanna read and no one seems to have written it so you just give up and do it yourself. YEsssss gimme that tensionnnn!

(hmm I’ve never heard of it, but I bet i’ll be listening to it nonstop now. your taste is exquisite, from what I can tell;))

okay tell me more about yourself but irl, that way there’s absolutely no chance i’d know who you are on here but at least we’d get to know each other more. what are your days like?

🎶thoughts of you and me keep passing by, like ships in the night, we never collide. need you here but after all this time, you can't be replaced even if I try🎶💕