#there’s probably more that i’ve forgotten

[palmerzy]

wait it’s funny you say that bc i’ve been in need for some fluff too!! i wrote a spencer fluff post on my side blog a couple months ago abt how he’d act and comfort you on bad days and i just need some fluffiness bc my period is acting up again :(

a little tmi but i’ve been bleeding for 3-4 months straight and the pain never goes away, so i’d like to imagine spencer being so prepared and so sweet when it’s time for your period, because he’d understand when you’re moody, get your pads and your heating pad and your comfort blanket, agh

love love love! spencer is soooo attentive for sure. also, anon, that sounds AWFUL and i hope it clears up at some point 😭

spencer would just be the sweetest when you’re on your period. he’s definitely memorised your cycle, purely because he wants to be prepared and make sure he has everything at his apartment for you.

he 100% has a drawer in his bathroom full of sanity products just for you, and they’re there month-round for whenever you may need them. he remembers what foods you like, the genre of movie you prefer during your period, even what smells throw you off, and he’s sure to only put out candles he knows you don’t mind.

the first time you’d forgotten your favourite blanket and a hot water bottle when at his place, spencer made the journey back to your apartment to collect them - and he was sure to buy exact replicas to keep at his home in case of another emergency like that.

nothing to do with your body could disgust him, and he’s very familiar with blood given his line of duty, so any laundry he has to do when you’re there isn’t a bother to him at all. he allows you your free time, letting you bathe in his bathroom for hours at a time, and he’s also happy to sit with you whenever you want it.

usually when you’re lying in bed, he’ll put your heat pad over your tummy, and then lay his head atop it, hoping to give you some comfort with his presence. it’s definitely soothing, getting to run your hands through his long hair whilst the pressure of his body soothes your cramps.

he alternates between talking a lot to keep your mind distracted and saying nothing at all, letting gentle touches convey his care and concern for you. when he’s talking, it’s mostly just him reading to you, or rambling about something he knows you enjoy, because he’s aware that the sound of his voice is soothing enough to you.

he’ll watch movies with you that he usually wouldn’t enjoy, or read a cheesy romance novel so the two of you can giggle together. when he’s reading to you, you’re both laying on your sides, pressed together with your face nuzzled in his neck as he peers over you to recite the words. his free hand gently caresses your waist and your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles until you’re falling asleep in his arms, pain forgotten.

if spencer’s on a case, he’s checking in with you pretty often, calling during any free time. he calls you a lot normally, so it’s doubled when he’s concerned over how you’re doing. usually just short conversations, but it’s comforting nonetheless. “hey, baby, just wanted to let you know i’m thinking about you,” “have you drunk enough water? if you’re dehydrated, your cramps will hurt more, take care of yourself,” and “i’m buying you takeout, it’ll be there in 30 minutes,” even when he’s on the other side of the country.

when you get snappy with him, he remains entirely patient. he doesn’t really try to mediate you, because he knows it’s probably best to just let you get it all out - and you’ll apologise anyways. you’re never actually mean to him, just irritable over simple things. by now, he’s learned what ticks you off, and he ensures his place is free of any annoyance whenever you’re due on.

no matter what, though, he’s there. one way or another, on the phone or in person, he wants to check in on you, especially during that week.

oh lord i definitely need to brush up on my fluff writing skills HAHA

[allurilove]

Calm yandere is so cuteeee I just wanna marry him. Waitttt what if I asked him to marry me on the spot during like a hangout or something?

That would be pretty cute actually! Unlike yandere classmate or yandere chaebol, he doesn’t need the proposal to be extravagant and prefers a more a lowkey one.

Your boyfriend waited patiently as you knelt down to tie your shoes, sitting on one of the park benches and taking in the beautiful scenery around him. The flowers were in full bloom, the sun was setting, and the gentle sound of waves nestling against the rocks filled the air. Despite the tranquil moment, his curiosity was piqued when he glanced your way and noticed how long you were taking.

He was genuinely starting to wonder if you had somehow forgotten how to tie your shoes.

Still in your kneeling position, you glanced back and forth, one hand hovering near your right pocket. You knew your boyfriend could be a little shy around other people, and the last thing you wanted was to accidentally draw a crowd. After making sure the coast was clear, you let your fingers brush against the velvety box hidden in your jeans. But just as you prepared to make your move, a passerby decided to stroll slowly past you, throwing off your plan.

The groan you let out caught his attention. “Is everything alright? Do you need help tying your shoes?” he offered, his tone kind but tinged with a bit of pity, as though he were trying not to judge you for taking twenty minutes to complete such a simple task.

“I know how to tie my shoes,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “I use the bunny ears method, thank you very much.” Then, shooting a glare at the slow passerby, you silently thought, Thanks for taking your sweet time, asshole.

“Bunny ears method? I haven’t heard that in a while. Maybe when I was like two or so.” your boyfriend quietly snorts, his hand reached out to give your head a somewhat condescending pat.

You swatted his hand away with a frown. “Stop that.” you said.

Finally, you took in a deep breath and asked the question.

“…No.”

“What?”

“Want me to say it in french? Non.” the man crossed his arms.

“Okay, no need to be so extra. I heard you.”

“I know.. it’s just that I’ve been on Duolingo— anyway, I think we’re moving a bit too fast.” your boyfriend sighed, his shoulders a little slumped, “I want us to be secure, have good jobs, and we haven’t even showered together before…”

Taking a shower together? He’s goddamn seen you naked before, so why the hell does that matter?! “Since when was that a criteria to getting married? Is that such an important milestone for you?”

Calm yandere shuts the box for you, nudging it so you would take it back. “My friends say that if we’re comfortable enough to take showers in front of each other, then we can marry.”

You stare at the yandere as if he had magically grown two heads in front of you. “Why would you listen to your friends who are single losers, and have probably never even touched another person?”

“Huh, you’re right.” Calm yandere takes the box, opening it back up, and he then slid his finger inside of the ring. “It fits nicely,” he hummed out of happiness.

“I love you and I accept your proposal.”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I think William and Kate are real people and real people go through stuff and not everything is sunshine and roses, so I do agree that going through a big thing like cancer may have changed their relationship in ways we won’t even know. However, there can a be a hundred different reasons for small interactions and we can’t know for sure what they’re feeling in that moment.

For example, my friend who is casual with her interest in the royals saw that video of William and the kids waiting fot Kate and just thought it was funny and cute and didn’t think much about it. But I guess for us, maybe we know better or maybe we’re just more prone to overanalyzing their actions? Idk.

Anyway, as I said there can be a hundred different reasons. William may have been aware of how her “hurrying Kate” was perceived the last time (during the Jordan wedding) and wanted to avoid something similar. However, I think he used to have more gentle ways of reminding Kate to hurry before, so there’s that. But maybe it’s possible Kate has told him she doesn’t like being hurried no matter how he does it and he’s simply following her wishes.

Also, this is Kate’s first time to talk to the public since Christmas 2023, so maybe William had that in mind and didn’t want to be seen hurrying Kate in any way because he understood the public would want to talk to Kate. Maybe he also knew a lot of people would want to talk to Kate about her diagnosis, and William isn’t really the type to open up to the public during walkabouts about big personal things like that. He keeps it light: anecdotes about the kids or their dogs, Aston Villa, dad jokes. He probably didn’t want to be cornered and ambushed about a question about Kate’s illness that would make him vulnerable. Or maybe Kate wanted space to talk to the public about by herself. I also did notice that he was constantly looking for her or trying to see where she was during the walkabout.

I also think we can’t always interpret the change as William being callous as if William is the only one wearing the pants in the relationship and everything relies on the change in his feelings. In my own personal opinion and imagination, I think Kate has become more vocal about her boundaries. And if something has changed in their dynamic, I think it’s Kate wanting more individuality in the relationship. But idk this is just a feeling. I know I’m doing a lot of projection and I can’t be sure about my interpretations.

Anyway, maybe it could even be something as mundane as William having stomachache and needing to go to the bathroom and that’s why he was in a hurry lol. As I’ve said, there could be a hundred different reasons.

To be honest, I'd completely forgotten about the Jordanian wedding.

I was thinking about this moment from one of the garden parties.

(This is one of my favorite photos of them. I love how happy Kate is. I love the firm hand William has on her, like he knows if he lets her go she'll wander away again. I love how ladylike her trailing hand is posed. I love the soft feminine pink of Kate's suit contrasted with the sharp black of William's suit. I love everyone in the background cheesing at them. I love how Mary Poppinseqsue it feels.)

[sashaisready]

Feel The Burn: Chapter 3

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Series Masterlist

Your casual situationship with notorious flirt Lance Tucker comes to a shocking head at a party, fortunately the mysterious stranger you meet that same night is more than happy to help take your mind off it.

Wordcount: Approx. 2250

Sorry this took so long, I had a really restful Christmas break with my family and my whole brain shut down. But now it's back! Mostly! Thanks to everyone who has interacted with this story so far, I'm really enjoying it. As always, reblogs and comments mean the world. And shout out to SebStan for his golden globe win last night! Thoroughly deserved ⭐

“Lance…what are you-” you asked with trepidation as your eyes shift back to Chris, but he immediately interrupts.

“I’ve been trying to call you…” he explains coolly. He’s not looking at you, but over your shoulder at Chris, he seems irritated – his expression sour, “but there must be something up with your phone…”

“There’s not,” you respond curtly.

You see the tiniest hint of surprise on his face as he absorbs your meaning, you probably wouldn’t have even registered it if you didn’t know him like you did. But you do, and it’s there, a fleeting glimpse of fallibility before it’s consumed by his trademark smirk.

“Ah,” he chuckles knowingly without humour, “gotcha”.

“Is everything okay here?” Chris asks from behind you, his tone laced with concern. He gets up from the table and moves to stand next to you, an ally on your side of the battlefield.

“Everything’s fine, pal,” Lance responds before you can. His tone is breezy and light, but you can see him sizing Chris up. It’s almost funny to see them to see them together like this and you’re struck by the strange resemblance despite their stark differences in aesthetic. They could almost be brothers.

“Glad to hear it, pal,” Chris smirks back at him, unperturbed. “But I just want to hear it from the lady”.

“It’s fine, thanks Chris,” you smile at him before turning back to Lance.

“See? It’s fine, Chris,” Lance returns with a sickly-sweet grin, saying Chris’ name like its venom in his mouth. He expertly toes the line between sincerity and mockery, but it’s perfectly clear to you (and no doubt to Chris) which option he intends.

“I’m Lance, by the way,” he extends his hand to the other man and the two of them shake. Despite the cordial gesture, you can clearly see the way they’re both scrutinising each other.

Your eyes flit between the two men and you’re suddenly very aware that this not-quite-confrontation is happening at your place of work. You notice a few patrons glancing over and your heart suddenly beats faster. You’re not exactly one for public drama, you don’t want your personal life playing out in front of your customers and risking any potential impact to your business.

The thin veneer of politeness between Lance and Chris threatens to crack at any moment, particularly if Lance decides to be Lance and chooses to antagonise his new friend.

“So…Chris, what line of work are you in?” Lance practically sneers.

You feel your panic increase as they casually chat in strained short sentences about their jobs. You’re aware of how odd it is that you’re not chiming in, seeing as they’re both here for you – but you simply don’t know what to say. Chris showing up was a curveball, but Lance popping up too had completely knocked you off balance. You’re not built for this; you rarely have one man – let alone two. You can’t handle it.

“Mechanic huh? Maybe you could take a look at my fenders,” Lance grins.

“Yeah maybe,” Chris shoots back without missing a beat, “but I’m pretty busy. And very expensive…” he chuckles.

Lance laughs thinly and you realise you need to actually do something before this all implodes.

“I…uh…” you stumble as you try to ease the tension, but you seem to have forgotten how to form even the most basic sentences. You look between Chris and Lance as they both look back at you expectantly.

“What are you doing here, Lance?” you manage to hiss in a small whisper as you regain some of your composure.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he replies, leaning slightly closer towards you as if Chris wouldn’t be to hear. His briefly looks over at Chris and then back at you, slightly self-consciously. “I haven’t been able to get hold of you so-”

“I’ve been busy,” you cut him off, your voice hushed as to not draw to much attention. “And I don’t really think there’s anything to say”.

“What happened at the party…”

“I really don’t think there’s anything to say,” you repeat firmly, “and if there was, it wouldn’t be here…where I work”.

He bites his lip for a moment, glancing around the café as if he suddenly realises where he is for the first time. He scoffs dismissively, rolling his eyes.

“Cupcake…” he says almost teasingly.

“Lance, please,” you hiss again – your voice unintentionally more pleading than demanding.

He looks at you then, really looks at you, and you’re surprised that his eyes soften in response. You just expected him to continue antagonising you, but he seems to pick up on your distress.

“Fine,” he yields, his voice gentler now, hushed. He takes a second to choose his words and clears his throat, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. It was shitty, what I did, and I wish I could take it back. And I wanted to explain…”

You don’t respond, your blank expression shuts down anything further. Inwardly you’re shocked, you’ve never heard anything like that come out of his mouth before. He’s exposed…almost vulnerable in that moment.

But you wouldn’t let him get wind of that. Not after what he did.

He seems unsurprised by your lack of reply and takes a step back, “I gotta get back to the gym. Good to meet you, man,” he nods over at Chris, his tone somber.

“Yeah, you too,” Chris rasps back unconvincingly.

“See you around, Cupcake,” he tells you as he walks to the door. The two of you lock eyes until he leaves. You know this is the right move, ignoring the slight stirring in your stomach.

Chris chuckles as the door closes, “wow, motherfucker in the flesh, huh?”

You grimace, offering a hollow laugh of your own, “yeah that’s him. I’m sorry…I didn’t expect him to show up here like that…I’m sorry he was a dick to you…”

“Eh. Nothing I can’t handle. There are guys like that everywhere, you just learn not to rise to it as that’s what they’re counting on,” Chris shrugs nonchalantly and sits back down at the table. “Clearly, he’s having regrets about what happened between you two, and he obviously was thrown by me being here. I bet he had a whole speech planned for you which I messed up for him…” he smirks.

You nod as you sit back down, still embarrassed about this mini soap opera playing out around you. But Chris seems utterly unfazed by it all, he carries a quiet confidence – like he has nothing to prove to anyone. The opposite of Lance, loud and proud – ensuring everyone knows who he is. Surely Chris doesn’t need this? He’s cool. Calm. He can’t want high school stuff like this in his life.

“Chris…” you begin hesitantly, “I’m really glad you came over here to see me. And it’s been really nice chatting with you. But I’m sorry you’re somehow mixed up in my shit. Funnily enough my personal life is never normally this interesting,” you force a laugh, “but look…I’d completely understand if you don’t want to deal with my drama…”

“There’s no drama,” he cuts you off and begins collecting up your used mug and plate, “and I want to be here. It would take more than some jumped-up Olympian to scare me away from you,” he shoots you a wink.

You feel yourself flush at the compliment, then watch as he stacks up the crockery on the table.

“If you’re sure…Hey…you don’t have to do that…” you protest, going to take the plates from him. But he lightly shoos you away.

“Like I said, I want to”, he re-iterates as he locks eyes with you, “it’s okay to let people help you, you know”.

His tone is gentle, but the meaning is firm. He’s not just talking about dirty plates. You relent, dropping your hands to your sides as he moves the stack to the counter which Marina accepts with a smile. She thanks him as she moves them to the dishwasher crate, and he steps back towards you.

“Guess I’m kinda used to doing everything myself,” you smile meekly, your eyes dropping to your knees.

Chris leans over and props your chin up with his thumb. You’re practically nose-to-nose with him now, his cerulean eyes boring into you with a heat that catches you by surprise.

“I can tell you’ve had experience with people who keep you guessing, or don’t tell you exactly what they mean,” he whispers without breaking eye contact, “so let me be clear here, I will always be upfront with you. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say”.

You blink, bewildered but enraptured. The coffee shop melts away around you, it’s just you and him here now.

“And so…” he continues, “I’ll lay my cards on the table here and now. I like you. I think you’re cute. I think you’re interesting. I want to get to know you better, maybe take you out for something stronger than a coffee. But if you’re not into it, that’s cool too. It’s an invite, not a summons.”

You can’t quite believe his directness, but it’s refreshing – clear and unambiguous, an oasis of clarity after being lost in the desert of Lance’s mixed signals for so long. You also can’t quite believe he’s into you, your general shyness means you don’t normally catch the eye of men like Chris. You’re sure he’d rather be with someone cooler, someone prettier, someone with their shit together. But he seems so sure…

Maybe it’s time to step out of your comfort zone, accept help like he said – but also take people at their word. Maybe this whole Lance mess was meant to happen to help you see that, and start accepting better, more. Accepting what you deserve.

You nod dumbly, inspired by his boldness you grab a napkin and a sharpie from the counter and scribble your phone number on it. You pass it over to him quickly before your nerves talk you out of it.

He grins, carefully folding up the napkin and slotting it into his pocket as if it were some delicate object that he needed to preserve.

“Well, thanks. I’ve gotta get back to the shop. Thanks for the coffee, and the danish was great – you were right to push it”.

“Told ya”, you beam back at him.

He leans over and kisses you on the cheek. It’s sweet, chaste – you can’t help the little gasp that escapes your lips. Your skin suddenly feels hot, your heart pounding. He smiles again, that charming smile, and you’re amazed that you haven’t melted into the floor

He moves to leave, then turns to you once more, scoffing and rolling his eyes.

“He calls you cupcake? How lame…” he laughs.

You manage a chuckle back and shrug nonchalantly, but inside you feel a small sting. Embarrassingly, you like that Lance calls you that. It had started when he’d dropped by the shop one morning early on in your fling, you’d given him a coffee and suggested he get a cupcake with it. The new banoffee recipe. He’d looked at you like you’d shot him, the horrified outrage on his face so theatrical that you had fallen about laughing. He launched into a rant about his training and fitness and the evils of sugar while you watched on, amused, and tickled. You knew he was hamming it up to make you laugh, smirking knowingly as he went on and on - and it had worked, you were in hysterics. It had culminated in you taking a bite of the cupcake as he ranted, in defiance of his sugar hatred. He had responded by swiping the remaining cake and swallowing it almost whole. He mock admonished you through mouthfuls of cake about the extra gym session he’d need to fit in to work it off now you’d ‘forced’ him to eat that, as you protested through giggles. And thus, Cupcake was sealed, his nickname from you from then on. He barely used your real name after that.

It became a bit between the two of you, you offering him junk food and then him ranting about his training in response. It was an instant guarantee to get him worked up, and you couldn’t resist. But it was never serious. He never judged you for what you ate, never shamed you or made you feel bad. His discipline as a trainer never translated to expectations or judgement of you, and you never felt like he was looking down his nose at you for not surviving on mostly protein like he did. In fact, he brought you sweet treats, ordered you take out. He’d steal bites of your fries and play innocent afterwards. (‘Why would I steal your fries? Baby…you think these abs come from fries…?’) You always imagined that sleeping with a gym bro would mean lectures about trans-fats and insisting on morning jogs, but Lance, to his credit, never once projected any of that onto you. You only ever felt comfortable in your own skin around him.

So, Chris’ teasing was a surprisingly pinch. You weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like Lance deserved any of your grace, and it was a pretty cringy nickname…

You moved it to the back of your mind.

You waved Chris off and smiled as he left the shop. You went back to work, basking in the giddiness and excitement of meeting someone new…and finally not feeling like an afterthought.

[goldenboywrites]

It was nothing new for Cassio to see Apollo naked. It wasn’t anything new for him to see Apollo post sex, though he didn’t dare mention that to Issac because he didn’t want his best friend murdered. Of course, he participated when Cassio had seen him in such a state. He had never seen Apollo in a post-sex haze with someone else. He couldn’t look at his friend as he stood in their bedroom doorway. Apollo’s stared at the comforter, brow furrowed. He had forgotten entirely that Cassio and Oliver were even downstairs. His heart raced, and he sat up, clutching at his chest. “Fuck,” He muttered as the door closed and Isaac locked it. Apollo had forgotten that Theo was downstairs. “What the fuck?” He said again, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and slipping out of it. 

He searched wildly around the room, gathering his clothes and tossing them on messily. It wasn’t like him to get swept up in the moment like that or to forget something as huge as a kid claiming to be his son. He had a spell to perform, he had answers to get, and he was up here fucking? “How did I…” He muttered, picking up Isaac’s shirt instead of his own and tossing it backward to his boyfriend. “That wasn’t…” Apollo hopped on one foot, putting his socks on. “I’ve never…”

When he was dressed, Apollo turned to Isaac, seeing him still on the bed with his clothes in front of him. “Isaac,” He said breathlessly, his pupils blown out and his gaze wild. “I think there’s some kind of magic protecting Theo or-or stopping me from performing this spell to find more answers. I think we were victims of it. Like a distraction spell or a protection one? To prevent us from finding the truth of what’s going on.” He had never heard of such a thing, but when magic was involved, anything was possible. “Get dressed,” Apollo said as he made his way to Isaac, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “And let’s get downstairs. I’ll have Cassio analyze us to see what kind of traces that magic was so we know what we’re dealing with.” 

Oliver was shocked to see Cassio return alone. Something isn’t right. He felt it in his bones. Apollo and Isaac didn’t act like this; it wasn’t the first or even fifth fight they had seen the couple have. It never ended up with them abandoning the company to fuck it out. “But if Theo’s mom did this and altered all our memories, she’d have to be around us. You’ve probably met her, and Isaac probably has, but I’ve never met her. She wouldn’t even know about me unless it’s a proximity thing around Theo. Like anyone around him gets their memories jumbled, but the neighbor watching him remembered him.” Oliver stroked the boy’s hair, pushing it away from his forehead. Was it wrong that he hoped he was Apollo’s son? Because he didn’t want his new nephew to not be in his life as selfish as that was. “We have to do my brother’s spell and get to the bottom of Theo and whatever happened to Apollo and Isaac.”

The sight of Apollo finishing was something that should have been studied. There was no way a man could look as godlike as this one did in damn near everything he did. The sweat on his skin even smelled sweeter than when they'd started. Isaac drank him in and allowed the two of them to just sink in to that bed. Nothing else mattered but the sure feeling of his weight on top of his own body in that moment. They were there and connected, together and there was no room for anything else. The ends justified the means for Isaac in that moment and whether or not anyone else would agree, he had his clarity.

"Lo'e ya too." He whispered softly, soothing his hands down the length of his back. Isaac could feel his magic starting to settle and the room around them seemed far less stuffy. He sighed happily, gaining back some of his brain back from it's lizard-like counterpart. "Always." He cooed softly, his other hand ruffling the back of Apollo's head and he turned to kiss the other's temple so softly. "I'll neva leave ya." He spoke so softly he wasn't sure Apollo had heard but the way they hugged one another told him he had. "You will always ha'e me."

Cass stood on the other side of the door, breath held until he thought he'd turned blue. While he was certain they'd finished. Apollo didn't make that kind of noise without ... provocation. He hoped like hell they were because if Oliver headed up here then things were going to get worse. Just suck it up. His hand ran the length of the wood and he lightly rapped his knuckles against it. "G-guys?" He questioned quietly and instantly felt the heat in his cheeks. Maybe Oliver had been right, this could have waited. But he also knew to whom he was directing that notion and frankly, he wasn't entirely sure their solution hadn't been the right one.

"It was either me or Oliver." He said after there wasn't any response. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight back and forth nervously before he started and just as his mouth opened, the door slowly slid open just enough to reveal Apollo and Isaac still connected and a sweaty mess on top of their bed.

"We'll be dow'."

The door slid slowly closed and Cass was met with the quiet clicking of the lock. He wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to take that but the message was clear. He wasted no time in getting himself back down the steps and into Oliver's presence as quickly as he could manage. The sight alone of those pearly whites as he smiled at him was all he needed.

"They'll be down." He told him, eyeing the possibly sleeping child nestled against the other's chest. This baby fever truly was getting the better of him. And all he did was bend forward and kiss Oliver's forehead so softly. He lingered there just a moment, enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend. He sighed softly and just as he was about to press another kiss to his forehead, a thought popped into his mind.

"What if it's all of us that don't remember?"

[neilperryismine]

im watching dps with audio commentary and its awful hearing all the decisions that were made and them explaining the characters and how they constructed the film to make everything unfold in the right way, it just breaks my heart.

one thing is that they consulted a psychologist to make sure neil’s suicide didn’t make anyone watching feel like that was their only option and they were told to make him look “weak” which is why he said “nothing”, and why there are camera shots looking down on him to make him look small.

and how the gesture of them standing on their desks at the end and keating saying “thank you boys” was him saying thank you for giving me a reason to carry on. peter said that otherwise he could’ve become very depressed and stopped teaching, so the gesture gave him and us hope.

another thing is that they didn’t include the scene to intercut with neil’s death because it “didn’t fit”, they needed to cut scenes, and because they didn’t want to make keating actually complicit in the meetings. they said that the sixties brought the end of strict institutions like welton, with student protests and rebellion, but keating wasn’t like that. he didn’t want them to rebel, he wanted them to live — “medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits, neccessary to sustain life. but beauty, poetry, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for.” — to know that outside of everything that society expects there is a life worth living. (i think the difference here is that keating knew the consequences — he told neil to explain how he felt to his father, and never encouraged him to go against him — “choking on the bone”)

i also wondered how they shot the scene in the snow, and they did it by shooting the scenes where they walk in the snow, and then set up the cameras for when todd’s comforted by the poets (they shot this three times and moved the camera forward into fresh snow each time). then they set the camera up so ethan could run through the fresh snow from there to the dock, without any tracks in the shot. they also mention that it was important for the camera operators to know the scenes and who was speaking and where so they could quickly cut between the boys (when neil suggests they reconvene the dead poets society as the sun was setting quickly, and when todd runs in the snow)

[heartless-aro]

Does anyone else find it sort of upsetting how widely popular House M.D. has seemingly become in online queer spaces with how violently acephobic and intersexist it is? Like, I don’t want to pretend that it’s only queerphobic towards aces and intersex people, because the show definitely engages in its fair share of early-2000s-typical casual transphobic and homophobic language, and I do think it’s pretty biphobic that, from what I remember of the show, they made 13 (the one canonically bisexual character) a promiscuous party girl tm.

But the show is extremely vitriolic towards intersex and asexual people, and I wish that the people who treat it like a haha funny toxic yaoi show would at least fucking acknowledge that. The show actively reinforces the ideas about intersex bodies which are used to justify the nonconsensual mutilation of intersex children. And the way the show treats asexuality is abysmal. I saw someone on here once say that it’s “funny” that House is canonically aphobic, as if it’s just a joke that the House episode about asexuality actively supports the idea that asexuals are all either liars or medically unwell and in need of “fixing”. Why is pro-conversion therapy rhetoric suddenly funny when it’s directed towards us?

I’m not saying that no one is allowed to enjoy the show at all. Hell, I used to really enjoy it too, at least before I got to the asexuality episode (shortly after finding out I’m ace and before I had ever seen even a single other representation of asexuality in mainstream media). But like. Can people at least stop outright ignoring the absolutely detrimental effects this show had on the ace community and the intersex community?

[chasingbutterfliesintoeternity]

I’ve gotten into EPIC: The Musical lately and an idea came to me that really wanted to draw. Problem is I haven’t drawn anything in years so I decided to do a sketch dump to gauge my skills/do character studies. Anyways I liked this so much I decided to post it in case the actual idea never gets drawn. Stay tuned for more (or not).

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

💌 hi everyone! i just wanted to apologise for the longer wait than usual for the next chapter of four walls. life’s thrown some pretty difficult stuff my way over the last few months, and i won’t pretend i haven’t been struggling. as always, writing has been a big solace for me, but it has been a bit of a slower process due to everything that’s been happening. that being said, chapter nine is very nearly ready now and i’m hoping to get it posted in a few days (it’s also somehow wound up being 15,000 words, so hopefully that’ll make up a little for the wait)! thank you so, so much to everyone who’s left comments/kudos/messages over the last couple of months, i truly can’t tell you how much it’s kept me going. i’m so excited to share the next chapter with you soon, things are about to get VERY interesting! 💌

[saihakkenden]

me watching anything: hm i wonder what would happen if the cast of saiki k was in this

[eeblouissant]

silly things, had some brainworms

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Guess who finally started watching Secret Life!!!!!!! In celebration, here are character designs I drew of the guys I’m watching this season :DD + some other doodles of ideas and my favorite group so far (I lovvvvvvee the Moles or whatever they’re called. They’re X Y and Z in my heart..)

(If anyone was interested in my thought process…… I might rb or add it somewhere(I’d love to talk about it))

[websitewizard2005]

raven in my 1st shaperaverse animatic vs. my new one! it’s crazy to me how he barely even looks like the same character lmao

[mothfrogshroom]

I’m so fucking sick of Netflix

[dumbass-gryffindor1960]

I feel really bad tonight, i should go to sleep, but if i do I’m gonna go insane, don’t want it though. So I’m just gonna keep me awake with some cute Wolfstar things. Also I’m actually obsess with the « p4perback x whataboutpadfoot » duo (perfect actors for Wolfstar i swear)