#then at the same time you have to Know Your Enemy

[rafesangelita]

♡ not only is rafe cameron your mortal enemy, but he’s also, unknowingly, your nsfw tumblr mutual??

warnings: mean!rafe, enemies to ???, sexting, dirty talk, sending and receiving of nudes, mentions of death, very light angst, mentions of social status, insults used as flirting loll, small time skip

a/n: this is sorta canon, only in the sense that ward is dead and rose is off somewhere with wheezie. i might just make this a mini series, let me know what you think <3

wc: 1.8k

rafe hated you.

maybe not all of you, because in his eyes, along with everyone else’s.. you were hot as shit. there was no denying that. your bitchy attitude not only amused rafe more than half the time, but it turned him on too. he’d watch you from a distance as you cleared the couch for you and your friends to sit on with a single glance, everyone making way for you like you were some kind of princess. which you clearly were, he just couldn’t understand why.

why did you turn him on so much? his best bet was because while everyone bent to his will, he knew that you’d never even spare him the time of day, and if you did it was because he had to work for every single ounce of your attention. no one else on this island would ever make him do that, no one on this island wouldn’t dare challenge him, but you? he’d take your bossiness and catty remarks any day.

the real question is; why did he hate you at the same time?

for starters; you had your family. your picture perfect mommy and daddy were plastered on every single newspaper in both the island and the mainland, the two of them getting praised for their line of successful businesses and work ambition. you were the only child, which was something rafe fantasized about being when his dad was still here. it irritated him that you had all of the attention and recognition that he never had. he felt even worse about it because unlike him, you didn’t even have to do anything in order to get praise and appreciation from your parents. you just got it for simply existing.

rafe on the other hand was nothing but a disappointment to ward when he went above and beyond just to get nothing, not even a single ‘i’m proud of you, son.’ before his dad up and died. rafe was already fueled by rage, but now? now that he had an entire island looking at down on him everywhere he went with false pity? he was out for blood. getting in meaningless fights, purposely doing stupid things that he knew he’d get hurt doing just to feel something.

he grew reckless and raised hell in every establishment and party he attended, figuring there was no use in keeping the family name squeaky clean with a good reputation when he technically didn’t have any family anymore. rose took wheezie and dipped as soon as rafe got tanneyhill and his hefty inheritance, and sarah decided to leave the island altogether and live her own life in god knows where.

everyone left him.

rafe was simply just a bystander now, an observer, and you had it all. the popularity, the socialite status, the family, the friends, the list could go on. it wasn’t long before he had to find some kind of outlet; something where he could express things and share thoughts to an audience that didn’t know him.. little did he know, you had also seeked out the same thing.

your distaste for rafe came about once you heard he was going around the island calling you a ‘spoiled little brat’ and a ‘prissy bitch’ whenever your name came up in conversations. obviously, what he said was true, but who was he to speak about you? he didn’t even know you. “call me a bitch to my face next time, ‘cameron. i hate pussies.” you had went up to him in the midst of him having a conversation with topper, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the way your hips swayed when you walked away, your mini dress paired with those heels of yours had him tonguing the inside of his cheek.

“did she just bitch you out, bro?” topper looked genuinely shocked as rafe laughed. “nah, she’s flirting.” from then on, you two would shamelessly stare at each other from across the room, keeping your eyes locked on one another even while you had people at your side who were more than interested in taking you home. rafe would pass by, muttering an insult just loud enough for you to hear and you’d laugh, dismissing him as if he was nothing but a fly on the wall.

you’d be lying if you said the so called ‘princess’ treatment didn’t get old after a while. rafe was the only person who seemingly didn’t care about your feelings. and you liked it. naturally, you craved something different, something that no one out here in the real world had the guts to do— degrade you and make you feel small. like you were nothing. turning to the only thing you could in order to keep your anonymity, you made a tumblr blog, easily racking up followers by posting your deepest and darkest desires and fantasies.

not even your best friends knew this side of you. you could be as depraved as you wanted to be on the app, and even if the whole point in you making your blog was to be anonymous, you still posted your own photos on there. of course your face wouldn’t be showing in any of them, but reading the comments as they flooded in filled the void you didn’t realize was there to begin with. a particular user, however, always left comments on your posts that had your thighs rubbing together.

it wasn’t long before you decided to check out his account, deciding to follow him back once you read through some of his posts. truthfully, you were the only girl he followed on the platform, he couldn’t help but feel like a lot of other accounts were ran by robots. you actually interacted with people on your blog, you had a personality. when he got the notification that you followed him back, he wasted no time in sending you a message.

[10:01 PM] countryclub: wsp

[10:15 PM] brattydiaries: ew.

[10:16 PM] countryclub: ???

[10:16 PM] countryclub: i just want to talk to you.

[10:25 PM] brattydiaries: yeah i can see that lol

[10:26 PM] brattydiaries: ‘wsp’ is so icky though. it kinda gives me high schooler vibes

‘high schooler vibes’ rafe snorted when he read your reply, internally cringing as he read back his previous message. you had a point.

[10:28 PM] countryclub: can i start over?

[10:30 PM] brattydiaries: can you?

[10:31 PM] countryclub: may i?

you smiled when he corrected himself.

[10:33 PM] brattydiaries: ugh i guess..

[10:38 PM] countryclub: 1 attachment

[10:38 PM] countryclub: hey i cum to your pictures all the time. here’s a picture of my cock and the mess you made me make.

usually you’d immediately block when an unsolicited dick pic found its way to your dm’s, but this one was unlike any others you’ve received.

your jaw was on the floor.

this wasn’t the ordinary ‘no-effort’ kind of picture. he wasn’t obnoxiously holding his length as if he was presenting it to you, instead he had his fist wrapped around the base, his aching tip standing on its own as his cum adorned his abs. his skin was also glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, your chest blooming with pride as you realized just how much your blog riled him up. he was very well groomed, the underside of his cock slick with the aftermath of your most recent photos.

this was just different. you felt your bitchy resolve crumbling down with every second you stared at the details, the sight of the veins in his arms and hands had you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your brain going blank as you tried to come up with a response.

[10:50 PM] countryclub: you done being a bitch and acting like i’m not good enough to talk to you? or do i have to send you more pictures of what you do to me?

yeah. you were totally fucked.

from that point forward, you two sexted day and night, your phone basically living in your hands as you went about your everyday life. soon, all of your posts became about him, both you and rafe seemingly dancing circles around each other. while you two lived for pissing each other off and did everything to be a nuisance to one another in real life, you were actually, literally getting each other off behind the screen.

you were surprising him with photos throughout the day, his dirty talk making you fall asleep with a sticky mess between your thighs. it was only a matter of time before he started wanting to hear your voice, even going as far as asking for your number so you could call and actually talk to one another. of course, you were hesitant, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish to hear those filthy things he says in your messages in your ears instead.

so you agreed. you gave him your number and waited for him to call.. and nothing. for the first time in your life, you waited for a phone call from a man, and he never delivered. your ego was in shambles. even after you came up with excuses as to why he didn’t call, none of them made sense. the next day you woke up to no new messages, your heart clenching in your chest when you went to his profile and saw that he deleted all of his posts.

what the fuck?

deciding to stay off of the app for the time being, you hated how a few months of sexting made you think about him every chance you got.

you didn’t even know his name for crying out loud!

if your friends noticed something off about your attitude, they didn’t point it out. even rafe was more irritable, both of you getting in full on arguments if you two spent too much time together in a social setting. your comebacks would have him on the verge of dragging you out of the room by your hair, wishing so bad that he could just put you in your place. it wasn’t until you got home from another one of topper’s parties that your phone lit up with a message.

from him.

[1:00 AM] countryclub: hey

you scoffed. ‘hey’ that was all that he could say? after all of the time that passed, he could only spare you one fucking word? you were about to block him before you got another notification.

[1:07 AM] countryclub: i’m really sorry for ghosting you, alright? i just freaked out.

[1:09 AM] brattydiaries: you sent me a picture of your dick when we first messaged each other and you’re barely freaking out now? don’t you think we’re far past that point already?

[1:12 AM] countryclub: we definitely are, it’s just when you sent me your number, my heart dropped to my ass.

[1:12 AM] brattydiaries: you asked for it and i gave it to you. i’m confused rn.

[1:14 AM] countryclub: no it isn’t that

[1:15 AM] brattydiaries: then what the fuck is it?

[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.

[thefrogman]

The more I look into this, the worse it gets.

Grimes has two other children with Elon. They were both born from surrogates. The rumor is that at least one of the embryos was implanted without Grimes' knowledge. I'm guessing there were embryos left over from the first surrogacy.

Grimes once tweeted 5 months after the birth she had not seen her child yet. Not even photos. This was the text of a deleted tweet from Grimes...

"Tell Shivon to unblock me and tell Elon to let me see my son or plz respond to my lawyer. I have never even been allowed to see a photo of these children until this moment, despite the situation utterly ripping my family apart."

Shivon is another woman Elon donated sperm for in vitro who ended up having twins around the same time as the Elon/Grimes surrogate.

Elon was in control of the embryos. Implanted one and then birthed another son named... *sigh* Techno Mechanicus.

I say again... Jesus Christ.

People in the comments saying Grimes deserves this need to understand you can have sympathy/empathy for bad people. Grimes being a problematic ignorant weirdo does not mean she is undeserving of sympathy. Especially when innocent children are involved.

I have sympathy for a lot of people who say and do bad things. I grew up Catholic and was indoctrinated as a child into a cult of guilt. Just as my parents were before me. I still struggle with that guilt to this day despite escaping the church. But the brainwashing imposed by organized religion is strong. Especially when it is done to children. I have great sympathy for everyone who went through a similar experience, even if they did not break free from it. And while I don't excuse bad things and believe they are still responsible for their actions as adults, I still maintain a lot of empathy for them.

Bad people can still be victims.

I have personally expressed sympathy for Donald Trump on several occasions. This is despite my blaming his rampant incompetence during COVID for causing my mother's death.

I don't hate him any less. I still very much wish for him to face consequences. But he is a sad old man and my sympathy circuits don't just switch off because I hate him.

I think that helps remind me I am still human. That I am not "one of the baddies." And I also think understanding the tragedy and trauma and abuse that turn people into monsters is helpful in a "know your enemy" context.

As the saying goes, hurt people hurt people.

All of that aside, I still think "don't kidnap" is a pretty sound moral stance no matter who is involved.

It's weird this isn't talked about more, but Elon basically kidnapped his son. He used his lawyers to near bankrupt Grimes in her custody battle and it's unclear if she has any access to her son at this point.

Grimes can be an unsympathetic figure at times, but this is just awful. Especially since it seems Elon is using this young boy as an anti-assassination tactic.

[00valentina-writes00]

ambessa with wife reader who’s biggest opps are her parents… especially her mom.

♡♥︎Ambessa vs. Your Mother♥︎♡

♥︎ Ambessa knew from the moment you told her about your strained relationship with your parents that she wasn’t going to like them. She’s never been the type to tolerate people who hurt the ones she loves—least of all you.

♥︎ When she finally meets your mother, it takes everything in her not to let her displeasure show outright. Ambessa is a master of strategy, and if there’s one thing she won’t do, it’s let an opponent see her cards too soon.

♥︎ Your mother, on the other hand, takes one look at Ambessa and decides she’s too arrogant, too powerful, too intense. She doesn’t approve of your relationship (not that Ambessa cares), and she makes no effort to hide it.

♥︎ You can always tell when Ambessa’s resisting the urge to speak her mind. There’s a certain set to her jaw, a slight narrowing of her eyes when your mother makes a passive-aggressive comment about your life choices.

♥︎ “A woman of your status must be so busy. I’m sure it’s difficult to make time for a real marriage,” your mother muses over dinner, sipping her wine. You feel Ambessa’s hand tighten ever so slightly on the table before she smiles—sharp, dangerous. “I make time for what’s important. You must know how that feels, yes?”

♥︎ If your mother ever criticizes you—your decisions, your career, your existence—Ambessa is shutting that down immediately. “You will not speak to my wife like that,” she states, voice calm but final. And when Ambessa Medarda says something with finality, there is no arguing.

♥︎ She absolutely refers to your mother as her greatest enemy. Not in a dramatic, emotional way—just a simple, casual, “Ah, yes, my greatest opponent,” whenever she brings her up.

♥︎ The tension is palpable whenever they’re in the same room. You can practically feel the invisible battlefield between them, both standing their ground like generals before war.

♥︎ Ambessa refuses to let your mother manipulate you with guilt. If she ever notices you falling into old patterns—apologizing when you shouldn’t, doubting yourself—she steps in. “You owe her nothing.” The way she says it, firm and unwavering, makes it hard not to believe her.

♥︎ If your mother ever tries to criticize Ambessa to you, she will find out very quickly that you’re not interested in entertaining that conversation. “If you have a problem with my wife, take it up with her.” (Spoiler: she never does.)

♥︎ Ambessa, with all her power, influence, and sheer presence, is petty in the most elegant way. If your mother ever buys you a gift meant to be a subtle dig (like a book on “proper etiquette” or something equally condescending), Ambessa one-ups her by buying you something extravagant. “Ah, yes, an etiquette guide. Well, I got you a villa in Noxus. Use whichever you prefer.”

♥︎ The first time your mother really underestimates Ambessa, she tries to intimidate her. She speaks in that condescending, self-righteous tone, expecting to unnerve her. Ambessa simply leans back, watching her with a slow, knowing smirk, and says, “I have led armies. Do you think your words will move me?”

♥︎ Your mother despises that Ambessa calls you “my love” in public and in private, her voice dripping with possessive adoration. She especially hates that you always soften under Ambessa’s touch, no matter how tense your mother tries to make you.

♥︎ If your mother ever tries to push you into family obligations that you clearly don’t want to take part in, Ambessa has no problem stepping in. “She will not be attending.” And just like that, the decision is made.

♥︎ Ambessa is terrifyingly good at subtle power plays. Your mother will try to make a sharp remark, and Ambessa will respond with the most cuttingly polite reply, all while watching her like a predator studying prey.

♥︎ You know she’d go to war for you if it came down to it. One time, after an especially rough encounter with your mother, Ambessa muttered, “It is fortunate that I value your happiness more than my pride.” You knew, without a doubt, that she had been holding back.

♥︎ Ambessa does not believe in winning battles through screaming matches—no, no. Her victories are silent, effortless. When your mother scoffs that she’s “not what we expected for our daughter,” Ambessa simply replies, “No, I imagine you expected someone weaker.”

♥︎ The only reason Ambessa hasn’t officially declared war on your mother is because she respects that it’s your relationship to navigate. She knows you don’t need saving—but she is always there, standing beside you, ready if you ever call on her.

♥︎ Despite it all, Ambessa never forbids you from seeing your family. She knows it’s your choice. But she does make one thing clear: “If they hurt you, I will remind them why I am feared.”

♥︎ At the end of the day, when it’s just the two of you, away from the battlefield of family tension, she holds you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You are mine,” she murmurs against your skin, voice softer than it ever is with anyone else. “And that is all that matters.”

[sir-myst-cake]

First post on here and it's a rant!! If you want more cool takes you should totally follow me as I'll be posting here more often and have totally cool art to share‼️‼️

I'm not completely sure how to tag this? I'm talking about the ships in a positive light so I think it's okay, and besides, I want lots of peeps to see it, I'm aware I probably won't change many people's minds at all, but it's okay lol, I just want Anti's to see they genuinely have a nothing burger and need to leave people alone.

This is a mostly TikTok only problem regarding Beast x Ancient's (thank god) but I've seen my fair share elsewhere like on here. So lemme counter every argument I've seen so far cause you got a lot of time on your hands to be telling people to off themselves over Cookie ships 😭 put that hate into people who actually deserve it.

BILLFORD COMPARISON

Regarding ShadowVanilla specifically, people have compared the ship a lot from both sides, but what really got me is what I've seen here:

"Shadow Milk Cookie is way worse than Bill! He drove Pure Vanilla to insanity! He tortured him!"- This is in regards to how people bring up the fact Anti's are fine with one thing but not the other when it's basically the same thing they're against. Psychological, physical, mental, and emotional torture. I'll be honest I haven't watched Gravity Falls whatsoever, but my friend has, and from what she says, yeah Bill is the definition of a cruel and unusual punishment. He's done some crazy things, absolutely heinous, might even be a little worse than Shadow Milk or on the same level, either way though-

You can't like one thing and then not the other, it's different flavors of the same thing, it's hypocritical. Either you hate them both or you hate neither.

"Those are 2 different fandoms!"- Doesn't matter, it's the same thing, just different media, it's not different whatsoever aside from the universe, there's much torture involved on both ends.

ABUSER X VICTIM

This one I've seen A LOT and I'm just ??

"If you ship Beast x Ancient's you support Abuser x victim btw"- That's a STRETCH. You are reaching FAR. Nobody is romanticizing the abuse, nobody is normalizing it, it's stuff that happened in canon and we acknowledge it but nobody is doing any of that other stuff. I'm not condoning anyone in real life to do that shit lol. It's called exploring, they have an interesting dynamic, romantic or platonic, two sides of the same coin. You can say the same thing about horror movies, they put a lot of disturbing stuff in there. Do the movie producers CONDONE any of that stuff? Obviously not. Goes for Devsisters too, they don't condone body mutilation yet they still made Burning Spice rip off Cheese's wings.

But even so, for the people who DO like it for the angst, I won't say fiction doesn't affect reality because it does in many cases, but this isn't one of them. Not every relationship is going to be peachy and perfect, just like in real life. I can give an example on this one too actually.

GoldenLily, they aren't condoning what Lily (technically) did to Golden Cheese's kingdom, but they like it for all the potential, complicated feelings and emotions that come along with it.

Also, that's basically the same thing with Beasts x Ancients, just turn it around to enemies to lovers.

"This isn't Villain x hero, this is abuser x victim"- Are you saying MOST of media is abuser x victim then? This is in fact a typical hero x Villain trope, it's nothing new. Respectfully, you guys freak out when a Villain does villain stuff, I'd be surprised if there was a villain who DIDN'T cause any trauma for the opposing party. But according to this logic, media is just dead, no more fanfiction, no more what ifs, no more content since it's all apparently problematic and not canon. Even if somebody switches stuff up in an AU, and makes things completely fluffy, that's apparently still not enough.

"oh you had to make an AU to ship them because you know it's toxic"- No, it's just playing around with scenarios. Learn to separate fanon from canon. This specifically goes for the redeemed AU's I see of the Beasts, people still complain, they act as if people can't change. One of the biggest examples I have of that is FlutterCord, Discord did plenty of messed up things, but in the end, he still managed to change. You'll still get burned at the stake for it though.

"You must be an abuser yourself to condone this!!"- Extremely disrespectful and a WILDDD take. Need I say more??

"I ship Beast x Beast rather than Beast x Ancient's"- According to your logic, the Beasts are abusers right? And if we followed the same story, they are not mentally well whatsoever. You'd rather ship 2 dangerously mentally unstable characters together who'd just make each other worse? Destroy each other? Fuck each other up beyond belief? It doesn't make sense does it, nor is it fair for y'all to praise these ships but hate on the others. You like watching the cookies crumble huh 😭

CANON

"The ship isn't canon!"- We know that, everyone should know that. With what I said earlier, please learn to separate fanon from canon. That's what a fandom is, we do non-canon stuff, it's very fun, you should try it.

"It's a Proship/Dark ship!"- Going the canon route, Beasts are Eons old, Ancients are thousands of years old. Big gap yes, but nonetheless all of them are old as fuck. Older than bloodlines. Treating the Ancients as if they aren't grown adults. You're intentionally trying to make it weird. Stop calling ships you don't like proships please.

Also a little off topic but please don't listen to everyone you interact with on TikTok?? I remember one time I was scrolling through a comment section and saw somebody say "Doesn't Mystic Flour Cookie hate Burning Spice Cookie?" On a MysticSpice vid, looked in the replies, somebody asked for proof/where it was implied, and they didn't answer 💀 just blatantly spreading misinformation. Sources around you are way more reliable than people who don't back up their claims.

CONCLUSION

Even despite all this, you still have the right to feel how you wanna feel. Just please stop harassing people for simple stuff like this, in all honesty, I feel like it's more about seeing one of your favorite characters shipped with somebody who hurt them in canon that makes peeps upset. Which I can totally understand because I used to be exactly like that, I LIVEEEE for Dark Cacao Cookie, when Mystic Flour's update came out, I wanted her dead. Quite literally blocked someone because I couldn't stand seeing their MysticCao art. Hated what she did to my baby boy fr.

But then It started growing on me, over time, I just realized it was never that serious.

Even so, notice how I still didn't go out of my way to harass said person about it because I specifically didn't like it? It really is that easy. Block and go about your day.

I also suspect this because of stuff like this 💀

Love that person who replied, but it's not that hard y'all. We all can in fact, get along.

ANYWAYSSSS thanks to those who took the time read, I love you my pookies hope you have a good day or night💕💕

[katerinaaqu]

I hope I do not come off as rude but I have to respond back because I think there is a massive misunderstanding in here when it comes to navigating through the sources.

For your first point sure one can read the tragic poems as well as the Epic poems if they want to form an opinion but at the same time one should read the sources based on the time they were taken down plus the purpose with which they were taken down. Euripides writes tragedies first and foremost as theatrical plays and not necessarily to show the personality of the characters as they were supposed to be in the mythological tradition. In fact Euripides invents many things that do not exist to the general tradition (for example Helen in Troy not being the real Helen but being a fake idol while the real one is in Egypt)

Two trojan women were written as critisim to the city of Athens for the way they treated the city of Melos and it is not necessarily a presentation of the characters of Homer but a parallel to the atheneans thus the very cruel depiction. Because he points fingers at the Atheneans not necessarily to show the characters as interpreted from Homer.

Three Eurypedes is known for writing Odysseus overly negative just like the Roman sources for many reasons that have to do with symbolism and politics. Oftentimes his depiction of Odysseus in his tragedies has nothing to do with Odysseus in the Iliad and the Odyssey. Odysseus because of his indirect methods he is depicted as the "do not follow" example because he represents symbolically what happens under the table in a war thus his negative sides are sometimes OVERLY EXPRESSED by the tragic poets such as Euripides in order to show that propaganda: that good atheneans do not approve of that method that is more suitable to their enemies (not to mention Odysseus is married to a Spartan princess and at the time of the antagonism between Sparta and Athens that was another plus)

Four for the prize woman of Odysseus I have already replied to an ask before:

We know for sure he had war prizes but we have no idea if he used them for sex or not so that is for interpretation. Odysseus had many slaves and most of them serve as servants. His father had a slave he fancied and yet he never slept with her which proves that having a prized woman is not necessarily equivalent of him using her for sex but that is up for interpretation

Also nowhere in the passage doesn't imply she is young or beautiful. Agamemnon threatens to take her because he wants to prove to Achilles that he fears no one. He doesn't imply that he fancies these other two slaves he just seems to bring two examples (but again we can only hypothesize on what kind of prize Odysseus had and as I said before it is not a necessity that he used her for sex anyways so that is up to you to interpret) but of course it was acceptable so did Agamemnon so did Achilles so did Patroclus. For Odysseus things are interesting because as I said we have the passage of the Odyssey which tells us Laertes was loyal to his wife so there is a high possibility he followed the footsteps of his father.

It is perfectly alright if the version of Euripides resonates with you for Odysseus but bear in mind that oftentimes it has nothing to do with the Epic poems. Two the tragedies have specific timeline and reason for being written and are infiltrated by the creator's biases or even the messages he wants to pass to the audience and three Odysseus was not more terrible than others both Trojans and Greeks it is just his methods do not align to the idealistic battle Greeks wanted to promote thus use him as the "do not follow" example as propaganda.

So again is perfectly OK if you interpret Odysseus the same way Euripides does but I think you started on the wrong foot when it came to compare the sources because frankly the sources are different and for different purposes and represent different times.

PS: Yes actually Odysseus was coersed by Circe or rather by the situation. Hermes told him he has no choice but to bed Circe see the passages here:

If he wanted to see his men again he had to sleep with her. Two he waited for both himself AND his men to heal from their adventure or possibly work the guts to talk to her. Three in antiquity one cannot sail all year through. We can also assume the wait during the winter was also expected due to the stormy weather. Odysseus was not steering a royal steamer he was stirring a sail ship 3000 years ago.

both the iliad and odyssey plus trojan women should be required reading before you odysseus post

[takuma-talkz]

She’s an enabler - Chapter 1 - You and Me

Chapter summary: It’s all about making some friends and some enemies.

A/N: I’m really excited for this I hope you all enjoy!!! This will cross-posted on ao3, under the same name.

Warnings: Drugs, mentions of sex, language, Nam-gyu will be given the last name ‘Kim’, reader is skin neutral, Thanos and Nam-gyu are in a established relationship, semi-canon divergence, bl references, reader is an instigator

You huff as you sat on the uncomfortable park bench, your gaze drifts off to your performance mananger.

Kim Nam-gyu. Despite, being your manager you and him had a great friendship. You both go drinking and try all kinds of drugs together.

“Yo, Nam-gyu. When’s this pick-up supposed to get here?” You complain, the warm Halloween air making you feeling sweaty and gross.

He was fidgeting with his rings. “Dunno, should be here soon.” He turned to face you.

“You brought it, right?” Nam-gyu tapped his lip.

You dig into your bra and flash a small pouch of pills. If you were going up to a random place, at least you have your drugs with you.

“Good girl.” He mocks.

“Eat shit.” You shot back.

You both share a quick laugh until a van rolls up and the door swings open. Nam-guy enters first and when he ensures it’s safe, he motions for you to enter.

It wasn’t until after about 5 minutes after entering the van, your eyelids grow heavy.

You turn your head to the side and you see Nam-gyu knocked out. Next thing you know, you’re out like a light.

“Yo, bitch. Wake your ass up.” You’re being roughly shoved awake. Eyes blown wide as your gaze meets Nam-gyu’s.

You were about to curse him out for waking you up rudely, when you look down at his outfit.

“pfft, why the fuck are you dressed like that?” You giggled about how ridiculous he looks in a green suit.

He tsks. “You should take a look in a mirror.”

You hop out of bed and waved him off. “Hoe. I look good in everything I wear.”

Nam-gyu rolled his eyes and follows behind you. Whatever this situation is, at least Nam-gyu is with you. You both watch as pink guards enter the room, they stand tall and quite intimidatingly.

You scan the crowd then you spot him. The fucker who ruined your life.

“Gyu. Look over there.” You point at a direction but he’s not paying attention.

“Gyu, are you even-“ You follow his gaze. “Shit, even your boy toy is here.”

Nam-gyu slaps your arm. “He’s not my fucking boy toy.” He had a flush on his face. You giggle as you parade over to Thanos.

“Legend Thanos! It’s you!” You ran up to him, he catches you in his arms and twirls you around.

“Mamacita, what are you doing here?” Thanos smiles at you.

“Gonna make some money, duh.” You hop out of his arms and wave over Nam-gyu, who looks pissed at Thanos.

“Thanos, what the fuck? You said you were out in Seoul performing under a new contract.” Nam-gyu jabs a finger into Thanos’ chest.

“Little junkie, I’m sorry to lie to you. Didn’t think you would understand, my baby.” Thanos wraps his arms around Nam-gyu’s waist, kissing softly at his jawline.

You kinda just stand there, like a female supporting character in a BL.

You spot him in the lines of people signing consent forms.

That damn Lee Myung-gi. Your ex-friend who pushed you into the crypto scene. The man who put you 900 million dollars in debt.

He steps away from the line and you make your move.

“Yo, Myung-gi! Long time no see.” You cut him off from moving any further. He let out a sigh when he ran into you.

“What do you want, [Name?]” Myung-gi gave you an annoyed stare.

“Okay, hear me out. What about giving me the money you owe me?” You jabbed a finger into his chest.

“I don’t owe you anything. You put that money in on your own violation.” He defends.

“You blackmailed me into buying and you know it.” You gripped at his collar and he twisted his body around roughly, pushing you onto the floor.

“You little shit!” You rush to stand up and hassle him some more until Nam-gyu and Thanos take a turn in harassing the bastard.

It was clear Thanos was getting visibly upset by how dismissive Myung-gi was acting. Nam-gyu managed to get Thanos to calm down and you cling to Thanos’ arm to whisper something to him.

“He completely punked you out, hope you know that.”

“Shut up, he’s not getting away with our money any longer.” You three sit by Nam-gyu’s bunk and await for the games to begin.

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Valentine's Day Bingo 2025: Just A Story - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Unburied - You're forced to make a choice when one of your secrets becomes unburied.

Kings & Queens - You and Chibs marry under terrible circumstances.

You’re supposed to meet for lunch the morning after you marry Filip.  There’s a bakery  on Main Street that you love, one with French pastries he always gets in his beard. You’d agreed to meet him there when you left this morning, a last meal before you turned yourself into David Hale for the murder of your ex-husband.

It takes him an hour to realise you’re not coming. He sits at one of the tables, nursing a coffee, telling himself you’re just running a little late but with every passing moment his chest tightens because he’s knows what you’ve done and he knows why you did it.

Seeing you in handcuffs, it will kill him, as sure as a knife wound to the gut would. What you don’t understand is that he’s been bleeding out since you made the decision, his life force pouring out onto the concrete beneath his feet.

This final act, it’s the equivalent of carving his heart out of his chest and stamping on it with the heel of your stiletto.

He already knows it’s too late by the time he gets to the station, your car is parked in the lot, your signature on the visitor’s list. When he’s shown into David Hale’s office he doesn’t expect to see you sitting there in his visitor’s chair, not a pair of cuffs in sight.

“I was just explaining to Evelyn that there was a break in at the morgue this morning.” Hale informs him, his fingertips rubbing lightly at his right temple. It’s a sign of stress, one he knows well from all the times the deputy has tried to pin something on the Sons. “A couple of corpses have gone missing.”

It’s news to him because if he could have disappeared the body of your ex-husband before now he certainly would have. It would have avoided all of this devastation the two of you had been going through.

“Oh aye, they get up and walk out did they?” Filip responds as he takes up residence in the seat alongside you. His hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining and you squeeze lightly because there’s hope right now, hope that you might not end up in a jail cell.

“What it means is if someone was to make a confession regarding the killing of one of those men that there would be no evidence to support the claim.” Hale says pointedly, his gaze focusing on you before he sighs, rubbing his palm across his jaw. “I don’t want to lock you up Evelyn, I don’t want to destroy your reputation over some asshole that almost killed you, not unless I have to.”

And there it is out in the open.

David Hale knows you murdered your ex-husband and he doesn’t want to do a damn thing about it, not unless his hand is forced. Until now Filip couldn’t understood the relationship between the two of you. Police officers and defence attorneys, their natural enemies but there’s always been a mutual respect between the two of you, a friendliness he’s never been able to fathom.

“David used to be the one who came to the house when...” You trail off then because you don’t like talking about the beatings, not even after all this time. “He was the one that helped me with the restraining order when I did decide to leave him. We’ve been working together for a long time now helping victims of abuse.”

There are certain facets of your job that you don’t tell Filip about. There are aspects of his that are the same way. It’s an unspoken agreement the two of you have. The work you’ve been doing with Hale, it’s low key, off the radar. Shit that the both of you could get into trouble for if it ever came to light.

“The story I just told you…” You begin, your attention turning back to Hale and deputy shakes his head indicating he doesn’t want you to talk anymore.

“Unless those bodies turn up a story is just a story.” He says before tipping his head towards the door. “Now do me a favour and get out of here, I have work to do.”

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How Media Taught Us a Wrong Image of Fascism

Okay, I have seen during the last two or three weeks a couple of posts of the argument going back and forth: "Is this fascism already? Or isn't it fascism? Isn't fascism when there is like people marching with weapons and what not?"

To which I say: No, the people who says this, what you see in America right now, is fascism. Let me tell you as a German. We have... a bit of history with this topic.

But I also can tell you why you kinda have expected some soldiers marching into your capital. And the reason is simple - but also complicated.

Are you ready?

Am I saying it is because of Star Wars? No. It is because of media in general.

See. Here is the thing: Even us here in Germany, we do not learn the real history of the Nazis and the Third Reich. Because... Well, people kinda have an issue confronting one aspect of it: The aspect of where the Nazis were put into power by democratic election. They won the election. They just then made sure that there would no longer be more elections. Something your parliament is working, too.

But there is another thing that kinda gets lost, because in some way we mythologize the Nazis way too much. And I mean, I get it. They are pretty recent, and what they did was so unambigiously evil, that they just make for really good villains in media. But... See, there is an aspect of this, that also gets lost.

Hitler was actually not that "great" in a lot of aspects. And with that I do not mean that he was an angry, evil goblin, I mean that he was also not a good politician, and not good tactician.

But there was one thing he was good at: Aethetics. I mean, what do you expect? He was an artist. And he loved cinema. Which translated into him having a very good understanding of how to construct propaganda.

When you think of the Third Reich, you will probably think of that Propaganda, and nothing else. Because yes, it looks visually stunning. Which is also the reason, why again and again we see that same visual language used in media to signify the bad guys in it.

But this gives us a problem: Our first thought when we hear "fascism" is this aesthetic, rather than any content.

Yeah, here we are again. My good old enemy: How we humans often hang onto aesthetics over the contents. And it is a big issue in this regard.

At the same time it also paints over one other thing: The fact that the Nazis were a bunch of fucking weird little losers.

You know, in 2019, when Jojo Rabbit came out, a lot of people were outraged about the fact that the movie made light of the Nazis. But the fact is: Yes, you should do that. You should make fun of them. Because they are insecure little losers with delusions of grandure. Especially as the movie did it right: It made fun of the Nazis, but not of the horrors committed. This is the right way to deal with it.

Especially as the movie also makes very correct fun of the propaganda. See, in the movie there are some really weird lines. Both of the anti-semitic propaganda, and the pro-Hitler propaganda. Stuff where Jews are described basically like some sort of DnD monster, while Hitler is described as some sort of superhero. But pretty much every one of those lines is actually taken out of actual propaganda. Yes, they were stupid like that.

If you compare Hitler and the Trump-Musk tag team... It is actually really, really similar. They are about as incompetent. Just as they have sadly about the same amount of flat out luck. (See: surviving assassination attempts.)

It is just that we do not talk about how fucking stupid Hitler was anymore. Because that in turn makes everyone else look even dumber. Both the other contries that have allowed that stuff to happen for so long, and then almost lost - and the people who actually voted for that moron and went along with everything without fighting back.

I will leave you with this good old clip from Horrible Histories.

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i think it's important to often bring up how john and dean's relationship was not just black and white because fandoms tend to villainize parents often without nuance. was he a bad parent? yes. but he was also a parent. i am not defending him in any shape or form, let it be known, but it is glaringly obvious how many people believe a parent can only be good or bad. i would also go out a limb and say that some of the mischaracterizations of dean's character stem from firm belief that he was raised by a loveless, hateful man. sometimes your father will help you with your math homework. sometimes you will frustrate him so much (because you're just a child) and he will backhand you. sometimes he will make you a warm meal even though he's as tired as a dog coming from work because he loves you. sometimes he will yell at you so loud your ears will ring. he will be your biggest hero because he drives a cool car and shoots big guns, but he won't know how to explain to you that you remind him of his dead wife. he will be your worst enemy because he's trying but his trying isn't enough. he will be your biggest hero because he pulls you out of a dangerous bar or a werewolf even though he put you in that situation. he will be your worst enemy when you teach your brother that this isn't enough. because the opposite of love is not hate; it's indifference. and god knows he loved and hated both you and your little brother.

things that make me insane:

the wide eyed hitchhiker routine

"are you thinking what i'm thinking?" dean immediately offering himself up as bait in s1 ep2 and sam not questioning it

this followed by dean being vampire bait later that season. also not questioned

dean's father being a "lot of things" but not a coward

the wide eyed hitchhiker routine

tara asking dean what john would think of him. dean looking so dead behind the eyes you'd think he'd already taken the mark of cain

dean going to john's grave in the djinn world for comfort. he yells at the headstone and then cries

the wide eyed hitchhiker routine

john being dead in the djinn world

"and when dad came home"

have i mentioned the wide eyed hitchhiker routine

"daddy's little girl broke in 30"

"he was was a good father" -> dean's eyes going dead

the bruises on dean's wrists in bad boys

things that happened in the same episode: "my father was an obsessed bastard" and dean confirming that he sees bobby as a father figure

oh yeah the wide eyed hitchiker routine

season one dean's dream of having his family back together including john

dean calling john when there was something in his old house. and crying

season two dean being so fucking suicidal bc in john's last moments he confirmed that he was aware that he did a shit job and apologized for it, before destroying dean's faith in him by asking him to kill sam

every other time god comes up in conversation dean ends up having a daddy issues coded conversation

dean beating up baby after john dies

sam implying that a little more alcohol and they could've had max's childhood.

younger sam telling amy pond that she wouldn't want to see his dad when he was drinking.

dean not meeting sam's eye for a beat after he implies that could have max's childhood

"all things considered"

"when dad came home"

"i hate you." "but i love you" -> directed at mary (but it's at both of them. dean was parentified by john and mary's death. it's at both of them)

omfg have i mentioned the wide eyed hitchhiker routine

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Hi! I was rereading your fics and noticed that in Sticks and Stones you mentioned referencing Claremont's F4 run. Now it's haunting me because I can't find where their origin is brought up 🥲 So sorry if this has already been asked/answered, but perchance do you remember which issue it was 😅 (if not or even so, do you have any other good F4 origin moments?)

No worries, I've got you. It's a little hard to find if you don't know where to look.

This is a flashback from Fantastic Four v3 (1998) #11-12, which recontextualizes the crash and turns it into a horror story for more than just Ben. Claremont is really interesting as a Fantastic Four writer, and he loves thinking through the implications of Johnny's powers. Here, Johnny absorbed the heat from the shuttle crash, but he can't hold onto it and he goes Nova. The only reason he doesn't kill Reed and Sue accidentally is because Ben shields them with his rocky body. It's a really interesting interpretation because it sets up this dynamic between Ben and Johnny where they can fight with each other because they can't really physically hurt each other unless they're really trying. Ben has a degree of protection against Johnny's flames, and Johnny is fast and fiery. Claremont loves Johnny's powers, though, and he puts a ton of thought into what Johnny can and can't do with them. He also writes a very introspective Johnny. He's one of my top writers of all time for Johnny characterization.

(Just don't go into his run expecting the plot to make sense. It won't. But the characters are fun and the interactions are all really charming. He introduces three new female characters who are all great, too.)

In terms of Johnny's relationship to his powers -- specifically a negative relationship, not just the joy we usually see from him -- I also really recommend the Burn! storyline, which encompasses the first six issues of the Human Torch (2003) miniseries. It's kind of an origin story? It starts before Johnny goes to space with the others and then picks up after the crash, when he returns to high school suddenly not the loser weird kid. Fast forward a few years and his old high school enemy looks him up to ask for his help solving a series of mysterious murders involving the victims being burned alive. Fun stuff, really great ruminations on Johnny, his understanding of fire, and the amount of control he has to exert every day.

(Human Torch #3) You're going to have to put up with a lot of very early 2000s art. It's worth it.

Also not really an origin story but useful in understanding Johnny's origins is the Sue and Johnny power swap arc.

(FF #520) To save Sue's life, Reed swaps her powers with Johnny's, but the timing is pretty bad. Galactus takes Johnny as his herald, while Sue struggles with keeping Johnny's powers under control.

But okay, Fantastic Four origin stories, a crash course. This isn't totally comprehensive, just kind of a collection of my favorites and ones I find interesting.

Fantastic Four (1961) #1: The mother of all origin stories. Pretty one and done. We have to beat the commies to the moon! Cosmic rays! Shuttle crash! We've changed in horrible and fantastic ways! The world will never be the same! It's worth reading if you haven't read it before, but it's no Amazing Fantasy #15.

Byrne's retcon: Byrne doesn't particularly do anything interesting regarding the crash, but it's useful to know the changes he did make to the origin, because they were a point of contention for a long time. In Lee and Kirby's run, Sue and Reed are established as next door neighbors and childhood sweethearts. It's all very sweet. Byrne, though, LOVES an age gap with an older man and a younger woman. This is a theme you'll see repeatedly if you follow his work. Byrne retconned things so Reed first met Sue when he was renting a room at her aunt's house when he was in college and Sue was twelve. It's not great, but it does introduce the concept of Sue and Johnny living with their aunt after their father's incarceration. No run previously had ever mentioned such a thing. While the age gap was both immediately retconned out (Simonson did it as soon as he took the reins, establishing Reed and Sue as college friends, but it didn't stick) and eventually retconned out (Fraction retconned it so that Reed did stay at Aunt Marygay's boarding house but that Sue was over eighteen), the boarding house origin stuck. Not much to do with the actual "getting powers" aspect but interesting in terms of where Sue and Johnny were living when they met Reed and Ben.

Fantastic Four Mythos: Now we're cooking. Mythos is a beautifully illustrated oneshot retelling of how the Fantastic Four gained their powers. It's gorgeous, fun, and emotional. It's probably my second favorite origin story after Claremont's take.

Mythos posits that the emotional state the four were in at the time they were cosmically irradiated is responsible for their powers. Sue was trying to hide, Reed was trying to reach her, Ben was shielding Johnny, and all Johnny could think was that it was hot. It's an interesting interpretation. Sidenote, I'm pretty sure the new Fantastic Four movie is drawing inspiration from Mythos, just based on the visuals.

I love him so much. Idiot baby.

Fantastic Four: First Family: Oh boy where to go with this one. I don't dislike it, and I think it explores the origin in a much more realistic way, but I wouldn't say it's my favorite. First Family is a miniseries that takes a more grounded approach to the origin story. After the crash, the four are imprisoned on a military base as they adjust to their powers.

I think there's a lot of interesting ideas in this version, but I wouldn't really recommend it to any new readers as an origin story. I think it's more of an interesting way to examine things after you're already basically familiar with the FF's early days if you want to see a more grounded take on the origin.

Fantastic Four: Season One: Another miniseries retelling the origins. Is it good? Not particularly. Is it shiny? Yes. Does aged up Johnny work as a pinup model before the accident? Also yes.

It's giving the Chris Pine leather pants desert photoshoot. Again, not my first pick for an origin story by far, but if you want to read some mildly campy nonsense, you could do worse. If you don't want to read it, which is like, probably the smarter idea, please note that Johnny registered the domain name hottieonfire.com and that he's obsessed with the whale from the American Museum of Natural History. Samesies.

Ultimate Fantastic Four #1-5: This feels like the equivalent of going "want to make some bad decisions." Ultimate FF is NOT good. I know I've said that a hundred times. I've also read it a hundred times so who's the idiot now. I do think the origin is an interesting take on things, though, and like First Family it's more grounded in the exploitation of the Fantastic Four by the military. So not good, wouldn't recommend it as baby's first Fantastic Four origin, but not completely not worth reading.

Origin stories I don't recommend:

Fantastic Four v2 (1996): This is when the FF got bubble universed. It's basically a retelling of the early days that doesn't add anything new or interesting.

Fantastic Four: Life Story: Life Story was an interesting experiment. The idea was to have a six issue miniseries where each issue took place during a specific decade -- issue #1 would be the 60s, #2 would be the 70s, etc -- moving the characters through those decades aging in real time and dealing with both the major storylines of those decades as well as the real world events that were happening. Like I said, interesting experiment. The actual comics, though, and I'm counting the Spider-Man one here too, were bad. Like so bad. I'm going to give you the only thing of note in it here and then you don't have to read it. (Don't let this fool you into thinking the rest of the comic is progressive in any way; the writer decided Jewish Ben should say pork was "the food of the Gods" and also that Romani Dr. Doom should put people in concentration camps. Whole yikes.)

(FF Life Story #2) That figure sitting in bed with Johnny sure looks like a guy. Interestingly, for your value of interesting, "perpetual bachelor" Johnny dies in 1986 in issue #4, and issue #5 immediately opens with T'Challa creating a cure for AIDS. Take that one as you will.

One final kind of a rec. This isn't really an origin story for the Fantastic Four as characters, but rather a retrospective meta take on the creation of the Fantastic Four as a series. Fantastic Four: Unstable Molecules is an Eisner winning miniseries dedicated to the fictionalized "real people" who inspired the Fantastic Four, positing that one night at a dinner party on Long Island, two comic book creators encountered a family fight so epic it inspired them to create a comic book. Deeply introspective, it's take on Johnny and the Mole Man (yes really) really shines.

(Unstable Molecules #3) Sorry to turn this into a "Johnny is flaming" discussion once again. It just kind of comes up naturally when you look at his origin stories.

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How Brooklyn Was Brought To Her Knees - Series Masterlist

Summary: New York was a dangerous city, anyone there can tell you that. The lights on Times Square hid the bleeding bodies in alleys, the teenagers with backpacks full of some kind of weapon or substance, and the other dirty scum crawling behind closed doors. Brooklyn and Manhattan hadn't been friends in years, a feud so old no one could delegate it's origin. George Barnes and Anthony Stark went from business partners to mortal enemies, and the city's held her breath for 25 years because of it. Tensions only worsened when in the span of 12 years, both of their eldest children went missing. HYDRA is stalking down the streets, with a goal they have no qualms killing for. So when Bucky Barnes is dealt the deal of a lifetime, and it all goes south, how bloody is the cost of vengeance? And is it worth losing the girl he thought he never really had? Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Serious Warnings: this work is 18+ minors dni!!!! this is a mafia!au fic. it will contain depictions of violence, sex, drug use, alcoholism, unhealthy families, gore, and death. this is your formal warning to back out if any of that is a no for you. Silly Warnings: hurt/comfort, tony stark is a loving father, irondad and spiderkid!!, please dear god someone give bucky a hug, overprotective and whipped bucky (yes it's a warning), trope central!! including but not limited to he fell first she fell harder, only one bed, arranged marriage, "where is she", and more!!!!

Notes: hi! this is my first fic on here that I can remember. I started writing on ao3 but I remembered how often I come to tumblr for fics and thought I should post here too. this is an ongoing series I hope to update every tuesday, and as of february 11th I have four-ish chapters written and in the beta read process!!! I do not know how many parts this beast will total as of rn. and if reading on here isn't your thing it's up on ao3 and wattpad under the same name same fic same description the whole works. I have some other abandoned babies over on ao3 too lol. I hope you guys like it. I do accept feedback and suggestions but be kind please - that's all I ask :)

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chapter one: the escape

chapter two: the rescue - 02/18

chapter three: the deal - 02/25

chapter four: the letter - 03/04

chapter ???: ???

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☆ starchaser valentines day one-shot ; first date and "isn't this the moment when you should kiss me?" || wc: 1,3k || @jeguluskinktoberr

Regulus was expecting some excitement from their first date. But his heart is beating in the same calm rhythm as always. Regulus was expecting wet palms, but his hands are as dry as ever in winter and are in desperate need of moisturizer.

Regulus expected trembling in his legs as soon as he was next to James as his boyfriend. But he doesn't feel any of that.

To tell the truth, despite their new status, absolutely everything they do with James right now seems too... common.

Yes, they met up before the movie, grabbed a cup of coffee, and walked around the square talking about everything. But isn't that what they've done many times before? Regulus knows that James likes his latte with coconut syrup, and James knows that Regulus likes his caramel cappuccino. All the topics of their conversations have long been on the beaten path and revolve around common interests that have not changed for years.

Drinking coffee together, talking about mutual friends and school, it was all too much like their everyday life. Even being in a dark movie theater together and sharing a bucket of popcorn was nothing new - they had shared movie nights and sleepovers with Sirius and the rest of their friends many times before.

It seemed to Regulus that the first date should always revolve around getting to know your potential partner better, but it just didn't make sense with him and James. They already knew each other almost better than anyone else.

Yes, there was a slight tremor inside at the sight of James next to him, but even that had become routine after the years of crash Regulus had experienced.

And right at the moment, he was just... comfortable. Like nothing happened.

Is this the same “from best friends to lovers” that they talk about in romantic literature? Because right now, Regulus is convinced that all the hype around this trope is overdone. He himself is much more of a fan of “from enemies to lovers,” if anyone asks.

And of course, Regulus is not surprised that James knows about it - he entrusted the older boy to choose a movie for their date, and James chose this one. A silly romantic comedy about sports rivals who are destined to be left alone in a locker room one day and take out all their adrenaline and anger on each other in an intense first kiss scene.

And then it clicks in Regulus' brain. This is it. That's what should differentiate friends Regulus and James from boyfriends Regulus and James.

The kiss.

For Regulus' body to really feel the endorphin rush and for this day to turn from an ordinary, unremarkable meeting with a friend into a special day for both of them, James has to kiss him.

Regulus is sure that James is the one who should do it, because he has already done a great job of taking the first step - confessing his crush to Sirius and confronting him with the fact that he will ask James out. Regulus is sure that James himself would never have done it, too deeply immersed in his devotion to Sirius and terrified at the thought of “betraying” him in this way. Actually, Regulus has a completely different opinion about this and made it clear during his invitation.

So now it's up to James to kiss Regulus at this crucial moment.

This doesn't happen during the movie because James is too busy commenting on the sports component of the plot. No matter how hard he tries to hide his own excitement behind jokes and a smile, Regulus notices the boy jiggling his knee. He does this whenever he is nervous.

It doesn't happen when they grab another cup of coffee after the movie and walk slowly home through the now empty streets. James almost jumps on the spot and Regulus, as usual, comments that James should reconsider his addiction to caffeine.

And now they find themselves in front of Regulus' house. Technically, you could say that they are also in front of James' house, which is just across the street, but both of them silently agree that it should look like James is walking Regulus home. And so it is.

This has to be the moment, Regulus thinks to himself.

“So,” a grin on James' face that hasn't left for hours, and one would have to wonder if he's got a broken nerve in his jaw. “I think it's time for us to say goodbye. For today,” he bows his head lightly, hinting that they will definitely meet tomorrow. After all, sometimes all they have to do to see each other is look out their bedroom window - there's a good chance the other is sitting in front of his window right now, reading or playing a game.

Everything inside Regulus shrinks, and he feels as if this opportunity is slipping through his fingers, as if their entire future depends on him and his words right now. So, without thinking twice, he blurts out, “Isn't this the moment when you should kiss me?”

and almost immediately wants to regret it.

Regulus, however, doesn't let his regrets get the better of him and instead lifts his chin higher. His heels lift off the ground and Regulus begins to shift a little nervously from toe to heel, as if trying to keep warm. His eyes now wander around, not meeting James'.

“Oh,” a pink blush spreads across James' cheeks, adding color to his already flushed face from the cold and coffee. “I... I don't think that's a good idea...”

Regulus' heart skips a beat, but he holds his head high and blurts out again, not filtering his thoughts, “So this is your way of saying that the first date will be the last, eh?” his lip curls up as if he's forcing a smile at a joke he doesn't find funny at all.

“No, no,” James replies, a little panicked, and his eyes don't look at Regulus. They are directed at something over his shoulder. “It's just that Sirius is watching us very closely and frowning from your kitchen window right now.”

“Huh?” Now the smile on Regulus' lips is real. He resists the urge to look back and meet his annoying brother's eyes. But watching the embarrassment and shame on James' face is much more satisfying. “My brother's voyeurism is my brother's problem. He should know that on the second, third, or fifth date, we'll be doing things more interesting than pecking on the cheek.”

The smile on Regulus' lips widens as his words cause James to blush even more.

“But of course, that's only if you want it. But if a simple kiss is too much for you, then maybe we shouldn't...”

Regulus takes one step toward the door without turning around.

James' hand grabs his arm, stopping him. “Wait!”

Regulus' thick eyebrow arches in a silent question. James' throat visibly trembles with a nervous gulp and he takes a step forward, closing the distance between them again. James' fingers grip his sleeve loosely, then slide up until his palm rests on his shoulder. James is visibly restraining himself from glancing at the kitchen window behind Regulus while he gathers his strength. So he closes his eyes and leans down, touching his lips to the boy's soft cheek.

It's a kiss so simple and innocent that it's just right for their teenage years, but Regulus is filled with a new emotion from it. It doesn't last long, and James is standing upright again, pressing his lips together, but his eyes shine a little brighter than they did a moment before.

“Thank you for today,” he says softly, lightly squeezes Regulus' shoulder with his fingers, and quickly turns toward his house.

Regulus stands there for a minute, keeping his eyes on James as he crosses the street and makes his way to his front door, but he keeps looking back over his shoulder to meet his eyes again.

[evienyx]

Hello! I adore your Concord fic so so much, to the point that it's actually now my favorite Sonic fic. Your characterization for Shadow is fantastic and I'm right there with you in thinking that movie Shadow wouldn't hide how much he likes Sonic or be mean to him, not after how much they bonded on the moon and during the fight afterward. Actually, your characterization for everyone is very on point, and Sonic is an absolute delight. I'm so sad that he and Maria never got to be friends for real, because Shadow (and you) is 100% right that they'd get along like a house on fire lol

Anyway, there's a song that I think fits Shadow and Sonic in Concord perfectly, and I wanted to share it with you! It's called "Stargazing" by Myles Smith, and I think it's especially fitting for this latest two chapters. :3

Also, I don't know much about the Superbowl, but I'm told that they do a lot of cool stuff during it other than just the game and that people have parties and stuff when they watch it, so I hope you had a fun time!

One of the most important things for this fic for me was making sure that the characterization for Shadow was Movie Shadow and not Games Shadow.

Now, of course, Movie Shadow is an adaptation of Game Shadow, there are a lot of similarities. However, his backstory is different, and more importantly his dynamic with Sonic is different. If we're being totally honest, in the movies at least, they don't even have the rivalry thing going on (yet at least). They were legit just straight-up enemies (reluctantly on Sonic's side until Shadow almost killed Tom and Sonic decided to lock in) until the conversation on the Moon, and from there they are (oddly in-sync) allies.

This is not to say I love Movie Shadow more than Game Shadow, I love the both of them for different reasons. Nor do I love Movie Sonadow more than Game Sonadow. They're both wonderful, and both have so much potential. It is very different potential from one another. Game Sonic would have to work double time to get that conversation out of Game Shadow compared to Movie Sonic who had it in all of two seconds. This is fine, and lovely to explore on its own, but it is important to me to acknowledge the difference and write these stories with the difference in mind.

I do plan on writing more fics for them, because oh lord this ship is so fun, and there are so many things that can be done with them. Obviously we've already got the more angsty fic that I'm planning for after Concord finishes (I'll release the first chapter on the same day as the last chapter of Concord), but even more than that I've got a few too many ideas sitting on a doc. I've got ideas for the movies, for the games, and even ones for complete AU fics that would probably use a blend of their personalities from both. I'm mentally ill.

Anyway, holy mother of god are you right about that song fitting them. It's actually kinda ridiculous, and makes me wish that I could draw at all because there is nothing I want more now than an animatic of the two of them with that song for this fic. I'm gonna be sick, thank you.

And, uh, yeah, the Superbowl has got kinda three big parts to it: Game, Half-Time, Commercials. The Game is the big final NFL American football game for the season to see who's the best team. It's the last game in the playoffs. Half-Time is when they have a super famous musical artist do a fifteen-ish minute show during the break that comes after the first half of the game. The Commercials are whatever ads play when you're watching at home, and they used to be really good, big productions with like storylines and stuff, but this year they weren't all very good, and I suspect it might be the use of A.I. but you didn't hear that from me.

I'm not a fan of either of the teams that were in the Superbowl this year (the Philadelphia Eagles and the Kansas City Chiefs), but I only vaguely dislike the Eagles and I really hate the Chiefs, so I was perfectly happy to see the Eagles win. Any love toward them is gone now that the game is over, though, and I am back to solely wanting to see my own team win.

[theink-stainedfolk]

Bumped into your blog. Indian writer ( trying to be yaar ) here. Let's here about all your WIPs. I'll rant about mine. Is that fine ?

Hello hello!!! Pleasure to meet you♡♡♡ and to be your yaar (hopefully)

Please do rant to me I'm so interested 💖💖💖

I have so many wips idk how to tell so i will just summarise it.

I'm currently writing, The General's Bride, its mlm (i sincerely hope you don't mind it) The General’s Bride follows a formidable general who returns home victorious from war, afyer six years, he plans to marry the princess to get power from the cruel king. He comes to knkw that the princess is a man in disguise on his own agenda. Initially viewing his bride as a mere pawn, he gradually discovers his intelligence and resilience, leading to an unexpected partnership. As enemies close in and secrets unravel, the couple must navigate love, duty, and the shifting tides of power to secure their future.

The latest idea that i have is

1) Ghosted Together, Vihaan Singh, who can see ghosts after inheriting his late father’s spiritual duty, is forced to work with his academic rival, Lǐ Zé Yǔ, after accidentally granting him the same ability. Despite their constant bickering and mutual hatred, they become reluctant partners in guiding lost souls to rest, uncovering eerie mysteries along the way. What starts as an infuriating rivalry slowly shifts into an unexpected bond, blurring the line between enemies and something much deeper.

2) A Party To Die For, A group of so-called friends is trapped in a mansion where they start dying one by one, and only Kai and Jaxon seem to trust each other as the horror unfolds.

3) The Wandering Sonnets, Aspen Whitmore, now old and grey, pens the story of his final year at Harcourt School for Boys, capturing the fleeting moments of youth, friendship, and rebellion that shaped them all. Through late-night escapades, whispered secrets, and poetry scrawled in the margins of textbooks, he tries to hold onto a time that is slipping away too quickly. But as the seasons change, the boys must face the inevitable—growing up, letting go, and the truths they can no longer ignore.

4) Eyes On The Flame, In a city where desire and deception intertwine, a renowned dancer captivates audiences with his graceful performances while guarding the quiet truths of his own existence. When a mysterious stranger begins to frequent his world, watching him with an intensity unlike the rest, the delicate balance he has maintained starts to unravel. As their fates become entwined, the dancer is forced to confront the line between illusion and reality, knowing that some gazes see far more than they should.

5) Two Weeks Notice, Detective Fenrir Gallagher is approached by a mysterious man, Rian Guan, who claims he has only two weeks left to live and insists Fenrir must solve the case before time runs out. As Fenrir investigates, he unravels a complex web of secrets, deception, and hidden truths that challenge his perception of fate and justice. With the clock ticking, the line between hunter and hunted blurs, leading to a revelation that changes everything.

6) The Game We Play, A wealthy heir becomes the prime suspect in a high-profile murder, but his cryptic behavior suggests there’s more to the case than meets the eye. A determined detective is drawn into a dangerous game of deception, forced to untangle lies, hidden motives, and unsettling truths. As tension escalates, the lines between hunter and hunted blur, leading to revelations neither of them saw coming.

7) What Tangled Webs We Weave, In a world of shifting allegiances and hidden daggers, Riatiwan maneuvers through treacherous court politics, where survival demands both cunning and sacrifice. As powerful forces seek to control, betray, or eliminate him, he must decide who to trust—and what he’s willing to lose—for his own future. But in a game where every move is calculated, even the most carefully laid plans can unravel when emotions and ambition collide.

And so much more, i just don't want to bore you😭❤ i hope you like any of them.

Now your turn✨✨

[bxllaaddison]

As he looked at her she did the same right back to him, her gaze not wavering for even a second, because when meeting new people she found it key to not let her guard down. That could be as simple as glancing away for a moment when their eyes were on her, it opened her up to vulnerability. Maybe that was a bit intense for a ballerina from Manhattan and more akin to the mindset of a lion in the middle of a jungle, but they didn’t call this place the concrete jungle for nothing. She took good care of her nails, but sometimes that also felt more like a means of protection than anything else. Leaning forward herself, she mirrored the blonde’s movements, one perfectly plucked eyebrow raising. “Procrastination is the enemy of success, and now you have chipped nails.” She replied simply. But as he carried on talking she took the time to take in his features, they were sharp but not unpleasantly so. He had a smile with corners that could cut glass in the best possible way, almost Scandinavian in his looks. Strong and commanding coupled with a sparkle in his eye that left her under no illusion he could be trouble when he wanted to be, and if on cue his words seemed to confirm that. “Okay but, just to be sure because it’s crucial, you do prioritise good dick and shopping sprees over your research, right? Because otherwise I’d consider you an embarrassment to society.” She mirrored his very serious tone, her change in expression not as obvious as his when it did come though, just a quirk up of the corners of her mouth. Small smirk, a little more light in her eyes, but nothing that could be taken for apparent representation of joy. “Oh, the name is horrible, but the skills of the people who work there can’t be denied. What can I say - I’m a sucker for someone who knows their way around a buffer block.” @deeplywonderstruck

there  was  something  very  intriguing  about  the  femme  before  him,  maxxie  couldn’t  exactly  point  out  what  it  was.  he  wasn’t  sure  if  it  was  the  fiery  red,  long  and  clearly  well  taken  care  of  hair,  her  general  aura  or  her  snappy  yet  entertaining  comebacks,  but  he  liked  her.  he  was  very  much  gay  and  that  was  obvious,  but  every  now  and  then,  he’s  had  a  few  females  who  he  has  genuinely  done  a  double  take  for,  in  the  most  respectable  way  possible.  she  could  probably  be  one  he  could  add  to  the  admittedly  very  short  list.  the  blonde  thinks  every  female  is  beautiful  in  their  own  way,  but  they  rarely  catch  his  attention  like  this.  he  can’t  help  but  chuckle  at  her  responses,  not  at  all  offended.  the  dutch  male  has  such  soft  boy  energy.  he  was  far  too  easy  going  and  let  things  slide  quite  easily,  even  when  he  shouldn’t.  it  almost  felt  like  a  challenge  to  wipe  that  stupid  grin  off  his  lips,  one  that  was  nearly  deemed  impossible  by  most.  “ cure  cancer? ”  another  laugh,  but  it’s  obvious  he’s  not  laughing  at  her.  more  than  anything,  he’s  very  amused  right  now.  “ that  one  hurt,  but  you’re  right.  i  can  make  time,  i’ve  just  been  procrastinating.  it’s  like, ”  he  leans  in  closer  on  the  table,  “ every  time  i  want  to  make  some  time,  something  happens,  then  i  just  forget.  the  other  day  i  wanted  to  go  and  what  happened?  slipped  on  some  black  ice,  fell  on  my  arse  and  was  in  so  much  pain,  i  forgot.  then  the  other  time  my…  situationship  called  and  i  clearly  had  to  ditch  all  my  plans  and  run  his  way,  because  how  fucking  weak  am  i?  how  can  my  mind  become  so  incredibly  clouded  when  some  good  dick  gets  put  into  the  equation?  apparently  very  much  so.  went  to  my  hometown  for  a  week  and  couldn’t  be  bothered  either.  went  on  several  shopping  sprees  and  got  far  too  distracted  with  nice  things  and  still  couldn’t  be  bothered.  and  as  of  recently?  i  didn’t  want  to  tell  anyone  this,  but, ”  he  looks  around,  as  if  he’s  about  to  tell  her  some  super  confidential  secret  only  nasa  is  in  on,  even  bothering  to  lean  in  closer  and  lower  his  tone,  “ i’ve  actually  been  making  some  serious  breakthrough  in  my  research,  which,  you  guessed  it,  is  finding  a  cure  for  cancer. ”  his  tone  is  so  deadpan,  anyone  would  think  he’s  serious.  he  eventually  laughs,  shrugging  and  leaning  back  in  his  seat,  looking  at  his  grown  out  nails.  “ i’ll  get  to  that  soon  enough,  at  that  place  you’ve  mentioned,  with  a  fantastic  yet  corny  name,  mind  you. ”

[wasteland-heresy]

Dr Sydnee McElroy saying she became a doctor cause of hemorrhagic fevers (and then immediately acknowledging how unhinged that sounds) has me thinking about a Slannesh/Nurgle apothecary so hard rn