#that trip really was everything to those baby gays

[personthattoleratesme]

Phil still remembering that he won Dan that plushie in Blackpool… whatever idc

[evilminji]

You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

:)

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

[darqx]

What are your best tips for making an OC? (IT'S ME AGAIN MUAHAHAHAHA)

I actually have some tips over here for fleshing out a character! :) Well it's more for fleshing out a character physically but the tips can be applied to general creation. Here are some more that might be helpful to think about:

🤯 ACTUALLY, DONT THINK TOO MUCH

This might seem like contradictory advice (because wait don't you HAVE to know everything about your charac?? Eh???) but what I mean by this is; if you have to really force something onto a character then it wasn't for that character to begin with. This applies to anything - names, likes, actions etc. The more you force, the more stiff and unnatural your charac is going to be, because at that point they will be less of an organic charac and more of a personal dress up doll you keep throwing things at. You and your audience are going to notice this.

Let things come naturally, if possible. If you have a thought and you're like "actually yes this is so my charac", that's exactly the type of feeling towards details you are aiming for.

📝 If you're feeling like something DOESN'T work, put it on the backburner and come back to it later to see how you feel about it. If you're still 🫤 about it then it's most likely not for that charac.

📷 KEEP IT REAL

I mentioned this in my other post and I'm going to mention it again because it is actually the best tip - pretend they are an actual person. What is important to them as AN ACTUAL PERSON? What would AN ACTUAL PERSON WITH THEIR PERSONALITY do in [x] situation? How would you describe this ACTUAL PERSON THAT YOU KNOW? You don't need an entire checklist but you should at least know the general gist of them.

When you do this, you naturally flesh out your charac and make them believable. You're also more likely to avoid the pitfall a lot of creators tend to trip into which is THIS TRAIT = ENTIRE PERSONALITY*.

*This means that a creator takes ONE element of their character and...makes it the entire character. For eg if the charac is gay, then everything else about the charac becomes secondary to the fact the charac is gay. This makes for very flat characs, as the thought process behind them then becomes "what would a GAY character do?" as opposed to "what would THIS character do?". Ideal for if you're legit trying to create an extremely tropey charac though I guess...

📝 Write elevator pitches for your characs and story. Elevator pitches distill the main essence of your characs and/or story into one succinct sentence.

💭 PICK A FEELING

If you're really stuck when developing your charac, it can be helpful to think about how you want your audience to perceive them, and how they need to be in order to achieve those feelings. The key concept of this tip is that you need to step back and look at your character from an audience viewpoint, and not from your own "this is my baby" rose-tinted lenses. Are you portraying your quirky character as fun and quirky to the audience or are you portraying them as annoying? Is your sassy character actually cool and sassy or are you portraying them as a raging jerkass bitch?

This helps in balancing your character so that you don't accidentally make a "likeable" protagonist that people actually hate or antagonists that are simply straw men.

📝 Get honest feedback from your friends about the kind of personality etc they think your character has. Does it correlate with your view/your intended perception of them?

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Tattoo’’- C.S.

back to masterlist

synopsis: Chris and his girlfriend, Evelyn, are dared by Chris’ brothers Matt and Chris to get ‘matching’ tattoos, as punishment for loosing a challenge for their video.

pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Evelyn (she/her)

warnings: cussing, dirty jokes, suggestive content, getting a tattoo.

-

“No fucking way we lost ALL of those!” Chris’ jaw drops as he looks at his girlfriend, Evelyn, in shock.

“Well, you did! So now we get to choose your punishment!” Nick said, letting out a fake evil laugh.

They were in teams for a youtube video, Matt and his girlfriend- Layla- and Nick with Larray.

“Bitchhh i just got an idea!!” Larray giggled as he pulled all four of them in a huddle, Chris and Evelyn giving each other worried looks.

The couple heard a few giggles from the group, before they broke apart.

“Okay, so,” Layla started. “you have two options. one, you get ‘matching’ tattoos. they could be something small and simple, or something that doesn’t even really go together- like a sun and a moon. that way, the tattoos even work by themself. two, you guys take us all on a all expenses paid trip to the Bahamas AND a cruise. Meaning, you’d pay for the plane tickets, hotel rooms, food, cruise tickets, everything.” Layla smirked. “So, which is it?” she asked.

“what! thats not fair!” chris pouted. the boy had money, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to waste it all on a trip. He also has no tattoos, and being honest, he didnt really have any desire to get one.

“yes it is! you lost bitch!” Larray laughed, and Chris groaned.

Evelyn already had a few tattoos, like Matt, Nick, and Larray, so she was definitely leaning more towards the tattoo option.

“Chris, how ‘bout we just do the tattoo? something badass, or small; so you wont regret it? Its WAY cheaper than a trip to the Bahamas alone.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” he shook his head, and the group cheered.

“well, there you have it! Chris and Ev will be getting tattoos! maybe that will be next weeks vlog. Hell, maybe even me and Matt will get one.” Nick shrugged.

“YOU REALLY WANNA GET MATCHING TATTOOS?!” Evelyn yelled, grabbing Chris’ arm in excitement.

“Yeah, yeah.. i guess. i swear though, im not doing anything stupid. no cringey shit.” Chris fake gagged, and Evelyn rolled her eyes.

“oh, shut up you big baby. Ill go look for some ideas! Layla, Larray, come with me!” Evelyn rushed off to somewhere else in the house, Larray and Layla following close behind.

“hey! im gay too y’know!” Nick called out after them, but shrugged and walked over to the camera.

“fuck.” Chris grumbled as he sat on the couch.

“whats up?” Matt asked his younger brother as he sat next to him.

“what do you thinks up, matt. I have to get a tattoo,” Chris sighed. “man, that shits gonna hurt so bad, and i really dont wanna do it.” Chris whined, putting his head in his hands. Being honest, the pain was the least of his worries. What if Evelyn ever dumps him? Every time he would look at the tattoo, he’d be reminded of her. But he couldn’t say that.

“hey, its no big deal.” Matt reassured his brother, placing his hand on his back. “They dont hurt bad, i promise. Ev won’t pick anything you wont like, and i doubt she’d pick something big, so you wont have to be there for long. and hey, we can make the appointment, and if you really dont wanna do this, we can cancel it. i dont think the fans will be upset.” Matt nodded, and chris sat up.

“yeah, your right. ill be okay. thanks, matt.” Chris nodded up at his brother, who flashed him a smile and walked over to Nick with the camera.

Chris heard his and Matt’s girlfriends squealing, and Larry chuckling. God, Evelyn warmed his heart so much. He wouldn’t say it, but he loves her. They’ve been dating for only a few months, maybe five or six, and Matt and Layla have been dating for around seven or eight months.

“Chris!” The brown haired boy heard his girlfriend yell, as the three of them bursted out of the hallway.

“hm?” Chris looked up at her.

“Whats wrong, baby?” Her smile quickly faded and her eyebrows furrowed, as she sat next to him. She placed her hand on his leg, and he looked at her.

He made eye contact with her, and leaned in for a small kiss.

“Oh. Was that all, silly?” Evelyn giggled. Chris shook his head and wrapped both arms around Evelyn, as he pulled her into him.

“your my everything,” he spoke. “I think i love you, Ev..” he looked at the girl who’s head was on his chest.

“really..?” she asked, as chris held his breath. He nodded. “Oh my god, chris!! I love you too!” she laughed and pulled him into a loving kiss. Their lips moved in sync before Chris pulled away.

“I’m glad,” he smiled, his face red, as he placed his forehead against Evelyn’s.

The whole house cheered and laughed, congratulating the two as if they just got proposed.

“See, Ev! I told you!” Layla jumped, rushing over to give her best friend a hug.

“Yeah, yeah!” Evelyn rolled her eyes and got off of her boyfriend.

“Proud of you, man.” Matt nodded at his younger brother, as they did their ‘secret’ handshake.

“thanks.” Chris smiled, and Evelyn whipped back around.

“Wait! I forgot to show you the tattoo!” Evelyn quickly sat back down beside Chris, as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “What do you think about these ones?” She asked, showing him her phone.

The image was of spiders, seemingly black widows.

“holy fuck! Those are dope!” Chris laughed, grabbing the phone to show nick and matt, who were standing behind the couch.

“Thats sick!” Nick laughed, pointing at the phone.

“See, man, told ya she wouldn’t pick somethin’ ya didn’t like.” Matt shrugged, and Chris glared at him.

-A WEEK LATER-

“ready?” the tattooist asked as she held the needle close to a worried Chris, his girlfriends’ hand in his. She had already gotten hers done, along with the rest of the group getting tiny ones, Chris being the last one left.

“mhm,” he nodded, as he felt the needle touch his skin. “ow ow ow-“ he squeezed Evelyn’s hand, as she kissed it gently.

“you’re doing great, baby.” She reassured him, as nick held the camera aiming at him.

“mhm..” he grunted.

“bet thats what he sounds like in bed,” Larray joked, as Chris and Evelyn gasped.

“Larray!” Evelyn yelled, and everyone, besides chris, laughed. He found it funny as fuck, he was just too occupied by the needle poking in and out of his skin.

About twenty minutes into the tattoo, chris spoke up again.

“it doesn’t hurt bad anymore,” he sighed, as he slowly let go of Evelyn’s hand. Matt and Layla were talking, and Nick and Larray were, so Evelyn just patiently waited by her boyfriends side.

“see?” Evelyn joked, and chris mocked her.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” he scolded.

The group waited for around an hour, and Chris’ tattoo was finally done.

He slowly stood up, and admired it in the mirror.

“This looks sick as fuck,” he smiled, pulling Evelyn by his side so he could see the matching tattoos.

He pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture.

“this ones’ goin on the photo dump,” he said as he gently kissed Evelyn’s shoulder.

-

@bernardenjoyer

[sowritten]

TO WONG FOO, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! JULIE NEWMAR

feel free to edit pronouns, etc. as needed

If we're going to be friends, there really is something I should tell you.

I can tell you one thing about them founding fathers of America; they sure had fabulous wigs.

Your approval is not needed.

I've waited my whole life to hear those words. And I'm very, very, very happy that you're the one to say them.

Nothin' this pretty could be real.

What in gay hell?

Looks like it's the age-old dilemma: style, or substance?

I think of you as an angel.

I think that's healthy!

Do you ever, like, not cry in this room?

Baby, you can have him.

I got a million dream lovers, alright?

I've got a broken heart for every light on Broadway. And when one of them goes out, I just screw in another one, okay, hello good-bye.

I'm the Latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken!

I didn't ask to come on this trip, did I? No, I don't think so!

As soon as we get to the next town I am jumping on the first man and riding him all the way to New York City and away from you 'cause this trip sucks! It sucks!

How do I look?

I don't know who he is, but if there's a snowstorm tonight, he's going on my tires.

Since you have obviously learned nothing, I am hereby stripping you of all your princess points.

I don't need a dream. I have a plan.

That might be all fine and dandy but you still have a lot more to learn.

Does everything have to be a joke with you?

This is not a masquerade! This is real life!

Oh, my God, I'm like a compass near north.

You have the potential of a lifetime and you are squandering it.

I want you to turn your swayback little self around on those Robert Clergerie Knockoffs and get back in this car.

Larger than life is just the right size.

No one is so rich as to throw away a friend.

I'll bet you were the brightest in your class, weren't you?

I feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield in this car.

You gotta take chances, because you never know, you know what I mean?

I'm not gonna worry about if people accept me or not.

I'm gonna make Hollywood wherever I am at.

I want you to believe in yourself, imagine good things and moisturize, I cannot stress this enough.

There are times when you help people, and then there are times when if you help people, you end up being killed.

Go on and talk to him, you speak honky!

This America does not respond kindly to our sort of person.

No one say anything frivolous for the next few moments.

I am having a significant experience.

Try to describe her and not use the word "statuesque".

I've had enough of this conversation, I'm hungry.

Let's just relax. It's gonna be alright.

A car? Mary Alice Louise, no. This is a land yacht.

How you gonna hitchhike if there are no cars, stupid?

I'm not rich, my parents are.

It's like living in a Tex Avery cartoon.

Live life before it lives you.

If you want them to know there is steak for dinner, you got to let them hear it sizzle! Understand?

You ruin my language and I still love you.

I think I'm gonna black out.

Why is he on the ground?

I am not going upstairs with you.

If you were my girl, you'd never cry for anything, except maybe for happiness.

I think tomorrow is a "Say Something" hat day.

Lets throw you a pity party.

You're gonna be second class and you're gonna be second rate your whole life.

Don't quote me but I think this one is decease-ed.

Actin' real proud of yourself just like a New York City girl.

I tell you where I'm going, I ain't going nowhere.

If I was your bread, would you be my butter?

[kimberlyannharts]

Finally got Rita's Rewind! I'm up to the Madame Woe fight, so some quick thoughts so far -

= very very VERY much Shredder's Revenge: But Power Rangers kdjkjd there's even a little background joke where four baby turtles are crawling around in a puddle of waste in Angel Grove's industrial site. But I literally want Power Rangers to copy whatever TMNT is doing more so I'm not complaining (and there's enough gameplay differences that it feels like its own thing, even with the obvious inspiration)

= Favorite episode so far is probably the Bones/Eye Guy one, the roller coaster part got played up in advertising a lot and there's a reason why, it's super fun. But we'll see.......the Tommy one is up next.......

= In general all the animations and background Easter Eggs are fun and show a lot of love for the series - definitely going to go back and replay a bunch just to catch everything

= Really love all the voice actors!!!! Though I have to admit....idk what sauce ASJ had but no one can say TYRANNOSAURUS like him. I will give him that one thing and that one thing only.

= Pretty typical Season 1 monsters, though pairing up Chunky Chicken and Turkey Jerk was a pleasant surprise along with just being a very good gag. I think those birds are gay

= Only really got frustrated at that first Megazord fight with Goldar. It's a pretty fun gameplay once you get the hang of it, but his dodging and feinting really tripped me up for a while

= THE PUTTIES HAVE GONE PUNK

[lloydfrontera]

I am sooo tempted to read the novel just so I can write a fic with Lloyd and Javier in a happy relationship with a mutual benefits agreement with Alicia and Silluria (who are of course also in a happy relationship) with the right characterizations.

honestly. that's such a fun dynamic. putting all of them in a happy polycule resolves so many issues at once and gives us such insane possibilities. i am now obsessed with this concept.

but also i'm bi so like. in my head. this is their arrangement.

lloyd and alicia get married so he can have the tax benefits of being the royal consort and she can get rid of the annoying people that say she needs to be married and have someone to make an heir with, but he still lives in the frontera estate and they see each other every weekend when alicia gets visitation rights to yongyong because they share custody of him. once charlotte is born, she alternates between spending two weeks in the palace, one with only alicia and the other with both alicia and lloyd, and then one at the frontera estate with only lloyd.

as for why javier and silurian get married it's mostly so she can also get rid of the people who think that if she's her father's heir then she should at least be married so she can have an heir of her own. and well they spend a reasonable amount of time together, when they meet in the capital while accompanying their respective lovers so. yeah why not. they have two babies, the eldest a namaran and the youngest an asrahan, who spent two weeks at the palace, one at the frontera estate and then visit their grandfather at namaran one week every two months.

all four of them are Stressing™ about all those trips and poor yongyong and ggoming get so much work out but they're committed to giving their kids the chance to get to experience everything they have to offer them. but also they run a tight schedule and trying to organize anything is a nightmare, they get the hang of it eventually but the first couple years were An Ordeal.

everyone in court pretends not to know about their arrangement but it's really hard when the royal consort only spends two weeks out of three at the palace, bringing and taking with him lady namaran's husband, while lady namaran lives almost permanently in the capital with the queen.

that and also all three kids call alicia 'mom', silurian 'mama', lloyd 'appa' and javier 'papa'. so like. it's an open secret.

the facts its rumored that more often than not lord frontera and sir asrahan will share a room, while the queen and lady namaran have rooms next to one another, that may or may not have a secret passage between them and that more than once all four of them have been seen going in and out of the royal chamber is really not anyone's business either.

i do want to say this does not solve the fact that lloyd emphatically did not want to marry into a position of power and that silurian had a whole arc about not needing to marry, but. it is much funnier and gayer than the original ending so i'm a lot happier ajksdhjkahfkjds

of course this is just. what came out of my brain once you oppened that possibility ajskdhjkafds

please do try it out your own way, i'm sure you have some truly wonderful ideas!!! please. give us gays everything we want <333

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

This might be a reach but I read a really good series called ‘Everything Means Everything’ and I was wondering if you guys knew of any fics with similar themes to that klaine story

I had to look it up as I haven't read it myself - here it is for others:

Everything means everything by orphan_account

 Since his Mom’s death, Kurt Hummel has felt like he’s been forgotten and disregarded. Then, he meets a boy with curly hair, a nose ring, and painted nails. Enter Blaine Anderson.

There is a sequel - Always with you by orphan_account

Kurt paints Blaine's nails. With feelings because this is a skank!kurt fic.

~~~~~~

Try our skank tab. Especially those with Blaine as badboy also. Also, option of Blaine as the skank.

Little Yellow Tags by lurkdusoleil

Kurt starts–and continues–a relationship with McKinley’s newest Skank.

~~~~~

I Know You Want Into My Tight Pants by Klainersofdegrassi

Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Skank and and Badboy: What happens when they unexpectedly find themselves in bed together?

~~~~~

Journey by @quizasvivamos

Badboy!Blaine and Skank!Kurt: Kurt and Blaine meet on the long-abandoned railroad tracks of a technologically advanced dystopian society. They are outcasts. With being gay comes being marked or “branded”, and they must carry the burden of the literal stigma wherever they go so that the world knows what they are. This story is about where they go when they live in a world that doesn’t want them.

*Please heed the tags. The tropes being used are done so in an unconventional way.

Swing, swing by quizavivamos

The Skanks, Kurt and Quinn, are a thing. Blaine, a bit of a bad boy, is dating that goth girl, Tina. The four best friends are fully immersed in the Emo/Scene subculture, the kids everyone at school calls emo or just plain freaks. As close-knit as a friend group can get, the couples share a lot in common: their love of choir and band, tastes in music and art, partying, going to shows and concerts, getting wasted, and—oh, yeah—each other's partners. They swap sometimes. Because it's cool, and it's hot. Besides, it's just for fun. Then, in the summer before their senior year, they take a life-altering road trip to Cleveland for Warped Tour 2005.

~~~~~

Plug In Baby by mmerainbows

THIS IS NOT A FAIRYTALE FIC!

Anderberry!Siblings, Skank!Kurt, Prostitute!Kurt, Drug Use

Blaine passes by Kurt everyday on his way home, ignoring the pink haired pierced up boy to avoid the trouble that the boy seems to surround himself with. One day though, Blaine can’t avoid paying attention to Kurt, and one simple act of humanity creates enough drama that even Rachel is overwhelmed by it.

~Jen

[sirenemale]

which dungeon meshi character do you think would be most likely to do drag and what kind of drag do u think they would fw the most. i think senshi would love going to drag shows and tipping a generally ludicrous amount of money

This is the only ask in the worlddd to me.

I'm can't imagine most of the core party doing Drag themselves but the one's that come to mind immediately would be Fleki & Lycion.

Fleki's just bursting with personality, has the kind of confidence and banter that you want for a Drag artist. The little fashion explorations Ryoko Kui did too are soooooooo right for this. I think she'd 100% be drawn to the glamor and camp and stupidity drag has to offer. Probably play around between king and queen aesthetics. I also think she'd be so squarely be a baby queen tripping over her own heels but it's part of the fun and humor of it all.

Lycion is here bc he's besties with Fleki and also because his whole Everything of wanting to escape into being beast to alleviate his discomfort with his body and identity. Which idk I could talk about for ages, it's like Laois and Falin, another character who I have never seen before in media who speaks so deeply to myself as a person. Lycion is absolutelyyyyy doing monster drag it's not even a question. Like if we're talking about this in a modern setting then he's absolutely using some kind of wolfman drag persona as a way to alleviate his distress with himself. I think he'd be aiming for as inhuman as possible. I think he'd get a huge thrill out of performing it and it'd be an easy 1 to 1 with him feeling validated in fight rings as a beast. I think he'd also be able to beat his face so right if he was just dressing up nice, I know him and Fleki r doing makeup looks together.

Last character is Laois but also not quite. Like with any other modern day headcannon people have for him like fursuiting, being trans, being otherkin ect even if on paper these would absolutely speak to him I just don't think he'd ever come to those conclusions himself. I think that kind of repression and isolation are really crucial to how he views the world and I think he's more likely to be formulating his own ideas rather than fitting into any kind of community already. I'm putting him here for similar reasons to Lycion, since they're both characters who want to become beasts. Lycion though feels like an out twink with gay friends, who knows who he is and what brings him joy and I don't think Laois is quite there yet as a person.

UM thinking abt it now he'd be more likely be a creature suit actor. Drag monsters still are more symbolic / character focused, and with creature suits I think he'd be really abnormal talking about how he's bonded with the silicon. You know he'd be asking a thousand questions abt the designs biology. You know he'd ask about its diet so he can go eat like that too to get in character.

Other than that I think the main crew would show up to drag shows and have a good time. I'm kind of obsessed with the joke of Marcille being a bit of a prude / not knowing what a butch is so I think her going to a drag bar with Falin would be really really really funny. You know namari is a local, this might be out of left field but I could also see Chilchuck being around a drag bar a lot as some old queen (twink) manager who's catty about baby queens or ppls bar etiquette.

Kabru is there because he is gay. I think if Kabru saw Laois in his local drag bar he would burst a blood vessel and talk shit about how some people just shouldn't come to shows because they're not actually gay and how it's ruining his night and he stole his seat so now he has to stand or he's blocking his view LMAO. Senshi would absolutely be buying the queens drinks bc he wants them to stay hydrated.

I also think the winged lion would do drag, is that anything. I think the winged lion is a pageant glamour queen.

[allaboutthems]

Mellodramattic Sims 4 Ideas

So, when I finally save enough money to buy a gaming PC and some Sims games, here are some ideas I have for the M's (@janaverse, this one's for you!):

Apartment in San Myshuno. I'm thinking at the ZenView. (And I'm going to use Move Objects On to shift the building over and give them and anyone else who lives at the building access to a pool.)

Basemental Drugs, so Matt can have his cigarettes and weed. Mello will also get the Seconhand Smoke Immunity trait from the rewards store.

Mello will take a career as a writer. Matt will be a pro-gamer.

They'll have a science baby together. And there's a mod that lets your Sims experience pregnancy with a science baby, instead of just rabbitholing down to the fertility clinic and coming back with a baby. So, yes, Mello's getting pregnant! And I'm going to aim for a girl, so I'll have him chow down on strawberries and listen to pop music the whole time.

WickedWhims is a must. Using the sexual orientation setting, Matt will be set to bisexual, and Mello will be set to gay.

After they have their science baby, they'll get married. Just a simple beach elopement in Sulani. (Because realistically, they'd elope; they don't have any family, and don't really have a lot of friends.) And they're spending their honeymoon there, too.

They're getting a black cat.

Matt stupidly takes on Greg and contracts werebies while visiting Lake Lunvik. Luckily, he gets a cure.

They'll meet the Simself I'm putting in San Myshuno. (I'm doing multiple Simselves for different worlds.)

Woohooing in space at GeekCon.

Woohooing in the dumpster.

Woohooing in a woohoo bush.

Woohooing in the closet.

Woohooing in the shower.

Woohooing in bed.

Woohooing in a photobooth.

Woohooing at the Copperdale Carnival.

Woohooing on Batuu.

Woohooing in the waterfall in Sulani.

Woohooing in the lighthouse at Brindleton Bay.

Using the Rambunctious Religions mod to make Mello a Worshipper of the Watcher, and Matt part of the Congregation of Nonbelievers.

Using the Stand to Pee mod so they'll autonomously pee standing up more often.

Using the Don't Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop mod to keep them from washing dishes in the bathroom when their dishwasher's busy.

Getting Crumplebottomed in Henford-On-Bagley at the farmer's market there. (It's not their fault! Some of those vegetables were giving them Ideas!)

Both finding themselves attracted to vampire hottie Caleb. Maybe in Forgotten Hollow, but honestly, they don't really need to go there 'cause Caleb's kinda everywhere. (Taking full advantage of that sunlight immunity he comes equipped with!) So he'll pop up in San Myshuno or wherever else eventually. (Or, worst case scenario, I take matters into my own hands, load up his household, and have him visit the M's and use his Alluring Visage ability.) Will he unwittingly drive a wedge between them temporarily, or will they bond over both agreeing that he's hot AF? I haven't decided yet.

Meeting a celebrity in Del Sol Valley. Or, you know, just moseying down the street in Willow Creek, because celebrities totally do that.

Growing cacao in a planter on the balcony.

Celebrating all the holidays together.

Taking a trip to Selvadorada together.

Playing chess together.

Working on the Strangerville Mystery together, and defeating the Mother Plant. Who will they choose to help them? I haven't decided yet.

Matt, flirting with pretty mermaids in Sulani. Mello getting jealous. Matt makes it up to him, though.

Renewing their vows at the Love Festival in San Myshuno.

I haven't decided whether I want to enable aging and watch them grow old together, or disable aging (beyond manually aging up their kid) so I can play with them forever.

Turning Neighborhood Stories TF off, because that messes everything up. I'm not about to let some stupid AI break them up, or move them to a new neighborhood, or give them too many pets and/or adopted babies just because I played with other Sims.

Visiting the Sylvan Glade and/or the Forgotten Grotto.

Mello taking lots of baths with soaks, because he gets a lot of moodlets from the "High Maintenance" trait.

Going skinnydipping together.

Matt, pursuing the hidden Grilled Cheese aspiration. One of the tasks is to talk to the Grim Reaper about grilled cheese. For that, I'll find a premade Sim I don't like very much, or a random townie, cheat them dead, and then have Matt talk to Ol' Grim about grilled cheese.

Clicking on them to use "Be Gross" interactions a lot and/or having them cook Franks N' Beans. Especially Matt. Because they're just that comfortable with each other. *fart*

Got any more ideas for the M's in TS4? Let me know!

[winderlylandchime]

I have a big question. Well maybe not really but anyway, I saw your tags on that gifset of Brian not being interested in anyone except Justin. And i have so many thoughts on Brian and Justin and Britin as a whole on monogamy. I agree that Brian would never be monogamous (fully), maybe later on in life like 50+ but before that? Nah. I just can’t imagine it. Maybe he would slowly reduce the amount of tricks but I don’t think he’d ever fully stop. But I am wondering what are your thoughts on it? And also Justin? Because he is where I always stumble a bit. Because he did want monogamy and then he didn’t in s3/4. And tbh, I always felt like the season 3 and LA Justin was the more accurate one. He obviously wanted monogamy but I don’t think he wanted the Ben/Michael version or would even want that later on (i am ignoring that the writers fucked shit up because even Randy said Justin was always changing his mind bc of the storylines or whatever) but what are your thoughts on it? Or just Britin and monogamy as a whole? Do you think they’d ever settle down fully? Because i feel like IF they would, it wouldn’t be because Justin suddenly started dropping hints or whatever but it would be fully Brian deciding it because he wanted to. This turned out a lot longer than i wanted it to be, my apologies :) anyway if you feel like writing down every thought on this topic, this is my request for it lol

Hello dear sweet anon!

I do have thoughts about monogamy and Britin (tbh I have thoughts about everything QAF).

I don’t think Brian would ever be fully monogamous. There are some fics that I love (Only Time by Xie) where they do decide to become monogamous and somehow they remain in-character. But I think the most in-character would be to keep him non-monogamous. I have friends who are married and have an open relationship. I don’t know if they have “rules” but I do know that “no repeats” is not one of them (bc one of them had a sugar baby for a minute). They (we) are approaching 50 and don’t appear to be slowing down much, as far as I can tell. I also live in a gay neighborhood and I know plenty of queer men who are out and having loads of sex at allllll ages. So even if Brian slowed down, I don’t think he would ever be even de facto monogamous. Business trips? When Justin’s out of town? Yeah, he’s going to go out. Also, Grindr exists. So even if he’s not interested in clubbing as much anymore, he can still get sex.

As for Justin, I think he wanted some explicit acknowledgement that he was special compared with the tricks. He got that by living with Brian and by being his partner (however unconventional). I don’t understand S5 Justin. I really don’t. So I can’t fit that into my understanding. If we take S4 Justin as canon, then I think eventually he would have wanted Brian to articulate those three words (I love you) at least once. I think eventually he may have wanted marriage. And I think Brian would have married him (if only for the benefits, being an artist does not come with health insurance) (and, sure Brian, we will all let you say it was for the health insurance and not because you like making Sunshine happy).

I think ultimately, Brian and Justin would move to NYC (together, because we’re erasing S5), gotten married, remained non monogamous, and Brian would have said “I love you.” And that would be their happily ever after.

[thoughts-with-hailey]

My Life in Prythian - Chapter Six

Fae Wine

Summary: After consuming copious amounts of fae wine with Nesta, we go on a silly little goofy adventure to Rita's

Content Warning: alcohol consumption, sexually explicit, written from my POV while drunk so chaotic af.

Everything was spinning. 

I laughed as I tripped over my own foot, falling hard onto my ass as Nesta doubled over laughing. In the background my Just Dance game continued playing and spouting those mean little red x’s that indicated I was missing dance moves. 

It was truly amazing that the house had been able to recreate my nintendo switch after I had pulled up the information on one on the ipad. One bottle of fae wine in and I was demanding Nesta play Just Dance with me. That had been…two bottles ago. 

Grinning up at the ceiling I felt her hand on my arm as she tried to tug me to my feet, giggling the entire time. “Cmon Hailey! I can’t claim best dancer if you fall over. You have to keep dancing so I can beat you fairly.”

I would stand up but you know, my legs were jello. Mmmm, jello. I would love some jello. Or jello shots! Maybe I could get the house to make us jello shots. Did they even have gelatin in Prythian? It was made from sea creatures wasn’t it? Or like bone marrow or something. They had that so why wouldn’t they have jello? Ooooo maybe I could get some strawberry pretzel salad. That kind with the crushed up pretzels on the bottom and the strawberry jello layer on the top. A midwest dessert salad if there ever was one. Not a vegetable in sight but plenty of cool whip. Yeah, I could really go for a -

My thoughts of dessert deserted my head as I got pulled to my feet by Nesta’s strong grip. 

“We should go to Rita’s!” she yelled despite the fact my ears were two inches from her lips. 

“Oh my gods Nesta. We should go to Rita’s!” I agreed instantly. Rita’s sounded like the best idea on the planet. I always imagined Rita’s was like Roscoe’s. Roscoe’s, the gay bar in Boystown in Chicago that my friends and I frequented and I had fallen off the platform on the dancefloor on multiple occasions only to remember when I saw the bruises the next day. Roscoe’s, where I ordered a pitcher of a Blue Hawiaan and when they asked me how many cups I said I just wanted a straw. Roscoe’s = Rita’s. Same. 

“The stairs are a no right now though,” she frowned, looking down at me. Why was she looking down? Were we not the same height? Oh. I was slumped in her arms a little. Hehe, my legs didn’t work. 

I aint got no legs lieutenant Dan. 

“You have legs. Focus.”

Oh, did I say that out loud?

“Yes. Hailey, focus. Act sober for a few minutes so I can convince them to take us to Rita’s.”

Act sober. I could do that. I was so good at that. Add that to my special skills on my resume. ‘Can act sober’. Yeah, that would get me a good job. 

“Hailey.”

Right. SOber. Think sober thoughts. 

Straightening myself I pulled out of Nesta’s arms and paused our Just Dance game as Nesta started calling for Cassian. 

He must have been lurking or I was unaware of time because he was there a second later, his eyes scanning the little sitting room we had turned into our mischief room, taking in the empty wine bottles and the sweater I had tossed aside when I had gotten warm from dancing. Thankfully I had a sports bra on under it, courtesy of the house of course. And of course that had my ample boobs on display, however. Nesta hadn’t asked about what was going on with my chest but Cassian’s gaze zeroed in on it before he quickly averted his eyes. 

Hehe. 

“So, will you?” Nesta’s voice echoed in my ear. 

Shit. I missed something. Sober thoughts, Hails baby. 

“How drunk is she?” Cassian’s deep voice asked with amusement. 

“If by she you mean Hailey, Hailey is barely drunk,” I replied in my best sober voice, narrowing my gaze at him. “I want to go to Rita’s.”

“Dressed like that?” he questioned. 

“She can borrow something of mine,” said a smooth, sultry voice from the doorway. 

I turned towards this doorway, the doorway where the voice came from, to find the stunning creature named Mor there. Her eyes were bright with amusement as she looked over me, though they dimmed when she glanced towards Nesta. 

Hm. I didn’t like that vibe. Nesta was goat. No one could be mean to my Nesta. 

I did want to borrow clothes though. 

“Mor! Sweetcheeks!” I grinned. “Do you have anything not red? I don’t think it will go with my hair?”

A soft, tinkling laugh escaped her and I sighed. Of course her laugh was pretty. Everything about her was pretty. “Yes, girl, I have things other than red. C’mon. I’ll find something for you to wear and we can go to Rita’s.”

“You better ask Azriel first,” Cassian warned. “He’s her keeper.”

“He took the night off,” Mor informed us all, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I loved mischief. It was one of my favorite pastimes, so whatever made her eyes sparkle with it had me interested. “He said he needed to get away from her for a few hours so sent me here to watch over her.”

“Why do I get the feeling he went to Rita’s?” I heard Cassian murmur behind me as Mor dragged me out of the room. 

Walking is so hard. Why does it have to be hard? I tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other only to feel like a baby giraffe trying to learn the tango. Giraffes can’t even learn the tango because they are Giraffes and not humans so obviously it was hard. 

Some time later, unsure how much time as I had for sure walked through a time portal, I was clutching onto Mor as she winnowed. Winnowing drunk was terrible. 

Or it would be if I were drunk. But I wasn’t. I was sober. Mhm. 

Mor, bless her, held me in her arms as we winnowed, her slender yet strong limbs wrapped tight around me. Grinning I pressed my nose to her neck and inhaled her deep, flower tinted scent. She truly smelled delightful. If I could bottle up her scent and take it home with me I would. Or maybe just keep her close so I could sniff her when I wanted. Yeah, I should do that. Maybe I could get Rhysie poo to replace Azzie with Mor as my regular gaurd that way I could smell her all the time. Aw, but then I wouldn’t see Azzie. Not that I wanted to! Not that I wanted his knife. 

“Mother help me,” Mor murmured in my ear as she gently set me down on my feet outside a very noisy establishment. Frowning at me she tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and then reached into the front of the dress she had loaned me to grip my boob. 

I looked down, intrigued at this turn of events, to see her tugging them up to create more cleavage in the plunging neckline of the velvet blue dress and coincidentally showcasing all the shallow little cuts along my chest. 

Oh. 

So we weren’t having a little play time before going inside. 

Fine. 

That was fine. 

I wasn’t disappointed at all.

“Hailey,” her sweet voice pulled me back in. “Focus, love. We’re going into Rita’s.”

Rita’s!!!!! Hell yeah brother. Focusing on Mor’s pretty face I grinned at her. “You’ve become my favorite right now, and that’s not just because you have your hands all over my boobs. I’ve always wanted to go to Rita’s! This is going to be so fun, Mor.”

“It sure is,” she laughed, putting her arm around my shoulder to guide me towards the doors, Cassian and Nesta close behind. 

Inside was dark, and crowded, and there was a dance floor, and alcohol, and more hot fae. 

We found a table near the back and Cassian went to get us drinks while I ogled the hot fae. Yeah, this was prime realestate. I loved this. Fae of all types were out and about, looking hot and scrumptious. I could eat any of them up. Mhm. 

“Mor!” I grinned, leaning my head on her shoulder so I could sniff her again. “I love you for bringing me here.”

She gave my hip a squeeze and shoved a drink into my hands. “Come on little human, drink up so we can dance.”

“I love dancing,” I remembered, taking a large gulp of the drink. 

It was not fae wine. Or was it. I don’t know. My taste buds might not work anymore. All I know is that it tasted like starlight and happiness and made my body feel all fuzzy and warm. It was good and I never wanted to leave. 

Another time portal thing happened because the next thing I knew I was out on the floor with my new friends. Cassian and Nesta were basically grinding on each other in my peripheral while Mor had me pressed against her perfect body as we moved to the music. So many smells filled my nose as the lights flashed and the music thumped, my head spinning with how perfect this all was. It was so much like being home at the club with my friends, but better. Better because I had zero worries on how I would get home or if I would be late to work the next day because I simply did not have those worries in this magic world. And the house would probably find me a magic cure for a hangover. No consequences. 

“Are you having fun, love?” Mor asked, her lips pressed to my ear as she spoke over the music. 

“Yes!” I grinned, burring my face in her beautiful hair. It felt so nice on my skin. I needed to know what her haircare routine was. “You smell so good. You’re so pretty.”

She pulled me back enough so she could look in my face and I couldn’t help but smile up at her. It wasn’t fair she was that pretty. Truly. I wanted to be pretty like her. Maybe they could make me fae and I would become prettier. 

“You’re stunning, little human,” she laughed, her fingers stroking my cheeks. 

My face cheeks, to be precise. To make that clear. They were my face cheeks and not the other ones. Though, those were dangerously close to escaping the tiny dress she had shoved me in. As a bubblegum booty baddie, my lower cheeks were in danger of peaking out of the hem of the tiny dress just like my boobs were threatening to pop out of the dangerous neckline at any moment. 

It was awesome. 

Mor leaned closer, distracting me from thoughts of my booty, and for just a second I thought she might kiss me. I wanted her to kiss me. Who wouldn’t? Hot blond fae female with her good smelling skin and pretty voice. Ugh. She didn’t though. Rude. Lowkey super rude. 

Instead she said, “There’s a hot male who’s been eyeing you for three songs, Hails. You want to dance with him?”

Well, if she wasn’t going to kiss me maybe he would. I needed someone to or I might die. 

She gave me a little shove away from her and a pair of giant tree trunk arms wrapped around me. They matched his tree trunk thighs. I tried to focus my sights on this male and took in the dark skin, the flowing hair, and the casually draped white toga. 

Oh no fucking way. 

HELION. 

This was fantastic. 

Just what I needed.

“Hi!” I shouted over the music. 

“Hello, little human,” he laughed, pulling me against his warm chest. “You have the attention of half this place tonight with how stunning you look in that little dress. Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

I don’t think I could’ve smiled any bigger. My smile was bigger than his thighs. Mhm, big. 

In the crowded dance floor Helion, Thigh Lord of the Day Court, pulled me flush against his rock hard body and buried his giant hand in my unbound hair as we moved to the beat of the music. It was everything. Everything. 

Clittia, who had been perked up since Mor first grabbed me earlier, was in full feral mode as Helion and I basically grinded on each other. She was practically weeping between my legs begging for friction and my drunk mind wanted to give in to the need while sober Hailey was trying to behave in this crowd of people. My heart was beating wildly in my chest to the rhythm of the music and I truly felt like I was a floating little cloud of happiness as we danced together. His giant hand was wrapped tight around my hip, the other in my hair holding my forehead to his as we moved, and when his giant, muscular thigh slid between my legs at just the perfect height for me to grind on. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

We truly were doing this?

He must have noticed my hesitation, as slight as it was, for the hand on my hip practically dragged me over his thigh. 

And alrighty, my thong wasn’t exactly the greatest barrier between me and the delicious warmth of his skin. 

So sure, I turned shameless. 

Burying my hands in his long hair so I had something to hold onto, I dragged myself long the thigh of the Thigh Lord of the Day Court on the dance floor of Rita’s. 

And fuck if it wasn’t incredible. 

I groaned as I rubbed against him like a cat in heat, seeking out the friction I so desperately needed and wanted. There was no question in my mind if I would do this while sober; sober me would pounce on this male without a second thought so drunk me was waving mutiple ‘go!’ flags as well. 

Heat spread through my as I ground myself on his thigh, a groan escaping me as I pressed my lips to his. The kiss itself was messy and desperate, both of us vying for dominance as we bit and sucked, our tongues tangling in a perfect cadence with the movement of my hips. I could feel every point of contact where we touched from his fingers tugging at my hair, my breasts pressed to his chest, his hand clenching on my hip, and his thigh between mine. Every single inch of it was glorious. 

It had been so, so long since I had had this that it took only seconds for my body to reach the peaks of pleasure. Unashamed I rode him wildly, unabandoned, under the pulsing lights and music, fully aware and uncaring we were surrounded by people. Pleasure shot through me with every roll of my hips, blocking out anything else that could prevent me from enjoying him. With each movement my body tightened further, nearing the precipice of it all and the closer I got the more hungry I became. Helion seemed to know exactly what I needed for when I let out a little whimper he released my hair and grabbed my other hip, using his wonderful fae strength to lift me fully off my feet and seat me on his thigh, rocking me effortlessly as he brought me closer and closer. 

I let out a groan of protest when his mouth released mine, desperate for more of him, only for those magical lips to brush me ear as he whispered, “Fuck, baby, you’re drenching me. Come on my thigh like a good girl and we can-”

It was an actual honest to gods crime that I did not get to hear what we could do. And that I was prevented from coming on his thigh, too. 

Why was I prevented, you may ask?

A hand that was not his tangled in the back of my hair while another snaked around my torso to pull me off of him. Helion, who was obviously not expecting me to be ripped out of his grip and hadn’t been holding me too tight for fear of hurting me with his fae strength, didn’t have time to grab on before I was yanked out of his grasp. 

A screech of surprise and anger erupted from me as I was unceremoniously interrupted from what I was sure was going to be an amazing orgasm, though the hair pulling did a little something for me. Fighting was useless, however, as I was in a crowd of fae who were all stronger and bigger. Not that that stopped me. 

I lashed out at whoever had grabbed me, screaming a loud ‘fuck you’ as I tried to hit or kick them, until a pair of familiar hazel eyes met mine. 

True murder flashed in Azriel’s expression as his nostrils flared, no doubt smelling my arousal, his eyes slowly tracking down my barely covered body and back up again. Then his voice, so low and full of danger, cut through the sound of Rita’s like a hot knife through warm butter. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, little liar?”

[bengiyo]

Hidden Agenda Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Joke went with Zo on his rugged trip and they ran into Jeng and Pok. Zo felt some kind of way about Pok not telling him about himself, but (mostly) corrected for the behavior. Meanwhile, Zo and Joke did all sorts of cute shit together and had this amazingly gentle sharing session that led to a to a really nice first kiss. I'm locked in.

I'm really liking Joke. Setting up complex rituals so you can flirt with a boy while maintaining plausible deniability only to be constantly anxious about how anything you do with him will blow up in your face is the kind of gay shit we've been missing!

Not these two having a pinky touch moment while pushing the bus.

What happened last night never happened? Baby boy, you kissed him with those big ass lips!! I appreciate that you have been pursuing Nita this whole time and this is confusing, but you can't just run away, my guy!

Oh, Zo, you should have just said you took a friend. Moms are too nosey to just let that go.

Now he's being awkward at school. Oh, boys.

Classic GMMTV problems! Subs have vanished on part 2. Will resume later.

Ah, another classic move: get in with the Mom with your cooking skills.

Joke is getting demolished by the spicy food, but is being so brave about it.

These two and the double-speak, I swear. "A little heat won't stop me." and "If it's too hot, take it slow." Okay, boys.

Joke is gonna break me with the soft way he says Zo's name while holding his hand.

I like the way Joong plays Joke as having a hard time focusing on Zo's face when Zo finally starts to open up about how he feels about what's going on. I especially like that they're in a debate club, because Joke makes his frustration clear and points out Zo's own provocation for this angst between them.

Oh no, sad karaoke.

Jeng is correct. Joke should make his feelings clear.

"I'm only nice to you." I have follow-up questions, Jeng.

Podd is so severe in this role.

These seniors coming back is making me nostalgic about my own academic competition career.

I support flirting through the speaking exercise as a step toward clarity. Also, Dunk has gotten better at looking slightly fond.

I know it's just a typo, but the idea of "weakly takeaways" from a comedic debate show is a next-level joke.

Everything was fine until they asked for volunteers from the audience.

Sure glad we foreshadowed this stink bean moment. Look at Joke "being there when he needed him"

Oh, look at Joke visually crossing a line before he answers this question about the bean.

Hey, a callback to "I'm only nice to you."

At least we can enter the openly flirting era now.

I'm so uncertain when it comes to this show, but I'll hang in there.

[castlebyersafterdark]

now it definitely seems like noah is into character as well as just body type, even for a crush. i mean, duh, but people focus a lot on physical features of his crushes but his playlists and everything suggest hes a romantic too so he probably loves harry potter for the assertiveness competence and maybe humble sacrificial nature?

its not looking good for him beating the crush on finn/leader mike allegations hahaha. baby has just started therapy too which ofc could be about the awful social media stuff, but i really hope its not the show or character taking a toll and bleeding into his real life too much. its inevitable for the age, but i can only imagine being in his position, realising he's gay via playing this character. its beautiful and evokes my empathy at the same time. genuinely, i really wouldnt be surprised if he had kind of confusedly fallen in infatuation or love, through will, with mike/finn. transference, y'all.

That is so very interesting, and I've heard a lot of talk about the process of acting that I'd never really considered, like I understand method acting and some really dedicating to staying in character, but it's interesting hearing actors talk about how they almost become the character sometimes, the walls kind of fall down, the emotional arcs bleed through. And he's young, and he's still learning about himself and his identity and navigating the real world and all that - all while playing a character with a very similar journey??? That must be a damn head trip. Even if you really don't subscribe to the mindset of actor/celeb relationship speculation, you have to admit if analyzing this school of thought re: emotional acting, the transference of playing someone pining and in love might spill into reality? And that's his long time friend, they're together a lot on set, who knows what kind of intense situations they're filming together. And Will is the big main character, put into literally horror movie situations. The emotional toll of tapping into torment and terror and tragic secrets. Also, imagine if there's visions and flashbacks he's having to act through, having to hear things said to him, as an actor playing a character, but imagine he's in an intense vision or something where Will is being confronted by his father calling him slurs, he's being taunted over his feelings for Mike but some imagined crowd, idk, it could get super intense! He's still a person beneath the Will mask.

This got a little off track but back to romance - I do not know this boy and it's all conjecture and speculation and we're coming up with stuff about them from honestly very little. But based on observations - I do see Noah as a romantic. Which, I love that! So am I 😌 It fits his vibe, he has a soulful sweetness underneath all the party boy vibes. Those seem very surface level. Sure, do I like jokes about him hoeing it up out on the scene? It's fun, it's light. Probably not reality. The therapy sessions are something I'm glad he's doing. I don't know his life tooooo too deep, but it's been a whirlwind and a rough one for someone young and having his every move analyzed and torn apart in the public eye. Hell, we're doing it here!! But at least it's of a place of admiration and genuine positivity.

[aprillikesthings]

lol I spent a portion of last night/today reading someone else's live-blogs of season 5 and I'm kinda glad just bc I'd forgotten that in the LAST SCENE of the LAST EPISODE they were like "yay let's go to space and bring magic back to other planets :D FRIENDS ROAD TRIP"

(also I reread an old interview with ND Stevenson where he was like "wooo I bet they visit a bunch of planets")

Anyway it's forced me to re-imagine the first chapter and change of my fic but it's fine, better now than later

okay lets get another episode down while laundry is in the dryer

s1 ep4!

On the one hand I get why they have Angella be like this

On the other hand I'm like, do people here not know what "child soldier" means? Yes, Adora's old enough to make decisions for herself, but that's. Why she left.

I feel like this is loosely inspired by really big pretty churches, but in a fairly neutral kind of way

Or maybe it's just that everything reminds me of Her

(The cathedral in Leòn, Spain; aka one of my fave places on earth, I'm always surprised this pic turned out as well as it did because when I took it I was crying, anyway)

*squints* I forget if they ever explain which defeat they're referencing here, I'm positive they do but I'm blanking

Is that Castaspella on the mural

Catra's little "prrp!" here was almost definitely involuntary, and I love that they had her do a "surprised kitty" sound

Okay so Shadow Weaver is like NO I KNOW YOU NO MORE ABOUT ADORA AND YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME and is visibly threatening Catra, but then her crystal thing starts to hurt her, and as she backs away Catra reaches for her before Shadow Weaver slaps her hand away, have I mentioned how well they portray child abuse survivors

:(

BAHAHAH that's gay

the village hoes just be throwing themselves at her amiright

(I don't mean the baby obviously)

Note to self for later, writing reasons: the Princesses all have literal physical objects that are the source of their powers

Man I can never get over the degree to which Perfuma reminds me of a friend I had in the late '00's, a tall thin blond sorta-hippie with long hair who REALLY tries to think positive and loves trees and flowers

Hordak: why are u still so obsessed with blondie Shadow Weaver: i'm not Hordak: you are so full of shit. give it up or no more magic for u

Poor Adora had NO idea she had to fill shoes this big or old

Bow will make such a great dad at some future point

Wait I gotta include that in my fic *runs off to write notes*

accidentally took the worst screenshot lol plz enjoy

This Ken lives in Plumeria!

Perfuma: we believe karma will come for the Horde someday :) Glimmer: or you could just fight them yourself Perfuma: mmmmmno

You're gonna have to tell her this like fifty more times

where did you get those

Boy it took like nothing for Perfuma to convince her people "actually let's go murder those sumbitches, call me KARMA AHAHAH"

Adora's actual magical ability: hiding that huge-ass sword no matter what she's wearing

All the green growing things taking over reminds me of scenes in Princess Mononoke, which was almost definitely on purpose

Perfuma has tasted blood and she's not going back

The parallels with "she's not really gay, it's a phase, she's confused, I'll get her to come to church" like I'm sorry but there's no way they didn't use that phrasing on purpose

Glimmer: if you were perfect you'd be HELLA ANNOYING

(she's not wrong)

ANYWAY my laundry was done like fifteen minutes ago but I wanted to finish the episode out :D

4/52

[theboysfromaustin]

Excerpt from Gav's autobiography, The Dogman Chronicles.

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I wasn't allowed outside.

I didn't know how grass, dirt or rock felt beneath my feet.

I did know how the wood and tile of the house felt beneath my bare feet, god knows I'd worn a path in the wood of my room with endless pacing.  I didn't have shoes, either.  I didn't have shoes until the first time I left the house.

I left the house for the first time at 13.  I was in the throes of puberty - late puberty due to malnutrition, so things were just developing and I was scared shitless because looking at photos of handsome men in books made me feel funny.

I was tiny, angry, confused and horny, a hell of a combination.  I don't know why I stayed so long - I was miserable and it was three against one.  I spent long hours sitting lizardlike below my filthy window, soaking up the sun.

I got sunburned without leaving the house, but to be fair, I am tragically ginger, a freckle-covered mayonnaise golem.

“Mayonnaise golem” is how my husband Kazuo describes me.  He has a certain way with words.

My family left on day.

The left on a trip to my grandparents’ back across the Canadian border.  They did not know about me, and I was not invited, which was just fine with me, because the thought of being stuck in a car with those people for hours on end was my own personal hell.

So they left, telling me they'd be back in a week.  Probably.  I think they were only gone so long was that they were convinced I was too broken to do anything but mope around the house.  They told me my food was a half box of Shredded Wheat - dry, no milk.  I wasn't allowed anything but that and water.  To hold me to this, the cabinets were left locked and the fridge was padkocked.  Their dedication to hating me was impressive.

I waited until that night to slip out my bedroom window, which Is recently figured out how to unlock.  The front and back doors were a no-go - I knew they locked automatically.  It was a warm night, the grass damp under my feet.  As an autistic man, it was a bit unpleasant, all these new textures underfoot and the feeling of the wind.  But it was also liberating.  I walked.  We lived in North End, and that's the area I stayed around those few hours I was out.  We didn't have many neighbors - a lot of lots were empty, but not to the the degree I'd see in other areas.

I went into my first abandoned house.

I was in awe of….everything.  It was all new to me, every experience.  The interior was destroyed, all the belongings scattered about.  This was where I found the backpack I'd use until I got to Austin.  I knew then and there that I'd be doing a lot of sneaking out.  I hadn't yet cemented the idea of total freedom into my head yet, I still felt some ties to my family, you could probably call it Stockholm Syndrome.  Baby steps, I suppose.

Then I found what I really needed - shoes.  If I was going to exercise my newfound freedom, I needed to protect my feet.  They were old, worn and smelled, but they fit.  I even had a place to hide them - I'd quietly pried up a few floorboards under the mattress using a table knife.  I'd done it from sheer boredom, but it would serve me well.  

I also found my first porno mag.

A gay porno mag.

Looking back, I want to scream in horror at myself for touching the crusty thing.  This is the magazine that led to me leaving for good.  I'm not sure how they thought I'd gotten it - they probably thought Victoria had planted it, which would track for her (at the time) but they were also looking for a way to be rid of me, so…

I went home after exploring that house, curling up on my dirty mattress with my new magazine.  That issue of Manshots was the most important thing I owned at the time.  I never amassed a porn collection like Ian's infamous crate of VHS and BETA, but I had a curated selection of magazines and a single VHS that I'd stare at the cover of.

I was a weird, awkward teenage nightmare.

I'm still weird and awkward, but I'm a much more stable person, thanks to my family.

In the morning, I left again, heading further out, winding up around Poletown East, where there were a lot more abandoned houses.  And larger open lots where the trees had grown up.  It was beautiful, in a haunting way.  Every time a car drove by, I hid.  People scared me, and for good reason.  I remained scared of people until Ian and Kazuo rescued me.

I never had good run-ins with people on the street.  I had a lot of encounters with people who really wanted to hurt me.  And it would have been easy if I weren't always hyped-aware of my surroundings.  I would have just been another John Doe in the Wayne county morgue.

It was during this week that I started to hone my climbing and sneaking skills.  Weighing in at around 80 pounds, I was light enough to not dislodge brick or wood, and so as long as I could find hand and footholds, scaling walls was fairly easy.  It's one of those skills that tends to freak people out.  The first time I showed Ian and Kazuo, it was by accident.  Kazuo had thrown a frisbee and it had gotten stuck on the roof.

Without thinking, I ran over and scaled one of the brick columns, got on the roof to grab the disc and jumped down.  It freaked Ian out, but I think he was more worried about me breaking a bone.  He started calling me ‘Spider’ after that…and after picking me up and hugging me tight.  Ian always worried about his loved ones getting hurt.

I miss him.  A lot.

I gained confidence that first week, something that was sorely needed.  I stayed out overnight twice, carefully tracking my days so I would be home when everyone returned.  I started collecting food from the abandoned buildings I visited, mostly packaged snack foods.  It wasn't much, but it helped.  Expired jerky is still protein and calories.  I still struggle with insecurities about food, even all these years later.  Ian and Kazuo were always stealing each other's food in a playful way, but they never tried with me until I said it was okay.  They'd always let me eat off their plates, too.

I still do with Kazuo, particularly when he's ordered something extremely cheese-heavy.  I had to be very careful and replace the wrappers into my backpack until I could throw them away on one of my outings.  I couldn't chance anyone noticing them.  If they'd caught me, I would have been locked in my room, and bars put on the windows.  Or killed, my family had a way of reacting to things extremely.

By the time the week ended, I had amassed quite a collection of snacks and supplies.  I had to stop only because I had limited space under the floorboards.  My family came home and ignored me.  I started sneaking out while everyone was asleep - or whenever I got screamed at, whichever one came first.

I had my first taste of freedom.

It would be another three years until I broke away for good.