#this ask... made me Brain Rot

[fireheartpages]

hiya i love your 4th wing work and was wondering if you had any recommendations for other fics (other than callsign-rogueone bc im actually obsessed with her stuff) <333

thank you!! unfortunately i’m actually the capital-w-Worst at saving fics i really enjoy unless i stumble across one multiple times which is dumb like emma you’re literally a writer yourself do better so i fear i don’t have very many recs on tumblr, but i have a few ao3 ones i can link!

@callsign-rogueone is a phenomenal writer and you’re so right to have her first on the list

i recently discovered @she-whatshername and i’ve been obsessed. another fantastic writer!

bed of sunshine is my favorite liam fic i love love love it and have gone back and reread a few times. author also did an imogen/reader fic that had me 🧎‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

another good liam rec pls ignore these are all smut i take what i can get ok

a bodhi rec bc he’s my pookie wookie kins and i love him

this author on ao3 has a handful of good bodhi fics and a lot more!

i feel like there’s a ridoc/reader fic scratching at the back of my mind that i can’t find anywhere so if i remember or find it i’ll reblog w/ some more :)

[potato-lord-but-not]

do you associate any will wood songs with malevolent? main character makes me think of kayne while your body my temple makes me think of jarthur

your body my temple does make more sense as a jarthur song but it just radiates Kayne vibes I can’t help it. Also hand me my shovel I’m going in ?????? just in general ?? like cmon now.

Also Kayne is like if the normal album was a person and I’m correct about this actually

[bitedownme]

Scarlett King what do you think about the hanged king ?

: Doesn't seem interested in answering this in more detail either. :

[ssruis]

The best film wrap is the event that pushed Nene up into my top-10 (I loved her even before this don't get me wrong it's just... I'm a vbs fan). It's very cute and cool I do recommend it greatly, I really enjoyed the way it dealt with Nene's anxiety.

I keep calling it Nene's pandemonium and nobody listens to me but I'm right. This is exactly what it is

It's also absolutely hilarious as far Nenean humor goes. Your honor they're polar opposites and An keeps accidentally giving Nene heart attacks. It's fine it's good for her character development

HELP MEEE god I love nene. she’s so real and so pathetic. Truly a peak character. + an is such a funny character to pair her with because she’s extroverted and charismatic and popular but also very genuinely kind. & nene is shaking like a chihuahua being forced to talk to people she views as so much cooler than her (which an does not get. Why are you anxious we’re all friends here :D & nene’s reaching new heights of anxiety)… Going from being in a class with toya to being in a class with an is like going from socialization (baby mode) to socialization (extreme turbo hard mode) for her.

[lorelune]

I'm blaming you (positive) for the fact that I can't stop rotating Jing Yuan like a rotisserie chicken in my head. I have been thinking about him for WEEKS. I have reread cicatrix and o4o more times than is probably healthy. When I have downtime I find myself giggling kicking my feet thinking about Jing Yuan. I am going to try to pull him again even though last time he dodged me. I don't NEED him on my account but by god do I WANT him on my account.

what have you done to me

ANOOON. im holding your hand. i understand... the way that man rotates around the brain is so criminal. i understand completely. INCLUDING THE FEET KICKING!! he makes it so easily too TRULLLY. im glad you've enjoyed the pieces ive cooked up for him :3c I HOPE HE COMES HOME FOR U!! manifesting for you!!! he is such eye candy in game... you can LITERALLY rotate him around!!!! l

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

I find really funny how there's a small part on this already small niche of the fandom that came for the horny fics and are staying only for the horny fics 😂. Nothing against it of course, even if there's sometimes that I find myself bluescreening whenever opening ao3😅. Just, something interesting that I've noticed.

Every and any community will always have a horny side. It's inevitable. Rule 34 and all that.

They are attractive men, and they have good chemistry between each other. Is there something called "the boy band effect"? I'm gonna dub it that.

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I've been on Tumblr longer than some people on this site have been alive. (Main blog was made in 2010.) Every fandom involving content creators (back then they were all just called Let's Players) has always had shipping, and then of that group there's always a subgroup for mature stuff. It's an interesting combination of celebrity culture and yaoi/BL culture.

"What's better than one pretty person? Two pretty people!"

It's a little obsessive, sure, but it's ultimately harmless so long as firm boundaries are set and followed. RPF is already a very delicate line to walk, and I'm not interested in being parasocial. To me, the personas they have online and in videos are separate from the real people they are in their day to day lives, and I'm only interested in those personas.

That's not me saying that everyone has to follow the same guidelines I set for myself, but everyone I've talked to here seems to understand that RPF should stay in its little corner. Like my pinned post says, I'm not interested in making the guys uncomfortable.

RPF is inevitable. RPF smut is inevitable. They're just dominoes in the same line that were waiting to be knocked down. I can't fault whoever knocked down the first domino because if it wasn't them, it would've been someone else.

All I ask is to keep the dominoes in the playroom.

[maybege]

btw i am still alive now that i have recovered from swiftkirchen and i hope you are all doing super well this summer! i am FLYING through my reading list atm which is amazing and i am feeling more and more inspired for things (footballer!paz anyone? roommate!paz as well maybe?) so hmu in the inbox it is TIME TO THIRST

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

Idk why we’re acting like brain rot is a new gen z thing when this has been on tumblr dot com for decades

[alisaint]

do tumblr users know that someone disagreeing with them or not liking what they like doesn't make that person a puritan? can we please let them know. i think this information would be very helpful for them

[floralovebot]

thinking about helia's platonic friendships with the winx again. kill me where i stand.

[luna13e-blog]

Closer than you might believe

TW: Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol. 90's and early 2000's music. Weird (unrequited?) love and loveless sex.

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"You're gorgeous and smart and kind and I like you but..."

"But you won't fall in love with me."

"I wish I could."

"Guess that isn't something you can't decide on, Rosier, and also something I'm not asking you to do."

"I wish I could", he repeats.

"Loving me or stop loving them?"

He doesn't answer. The music coming from the speaker on the coffee table fills the room. I still hear you cry on my shoulder when it's not nice on what I give you tonight.

"Is that bad, uh?"

The other man lights a cigarette while waiting for an answer that never comes. "So it is bad."

"She's my friend, that's love enough for me. And she's... she is married and happy", he ignores the frequent look of surprise when he says she's married. Everyone wants to picture him in love with someone older. She isn't. She just decided too soon. "And expecting a child", he says quietly while reaching for the pack of cigarettes, "I came late into the picture. Years late."

"That's another fucked up level of ba-"

"It's not", he interrupts defensively. "She's happy."

"And you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters!"

He shrugs. "I'm fine with it."

"Fine isn't happy."

"It's good enough for me."

"Does she know?"

He presses his lips together, thinking. "Probably", he finally says almost in a whisper.

"Have you tell her?"

"No. But she knows. She knows I'm there in any capacity and that's enough for me."

"Not sure", he can't help but squeeze Evan's knee. "You wouldn't sound so sad if it were enough."

He laughs. Wet and painful, a cry that found its way in a laugh. "It's fine".

"Tell me about her."

Evan looks at him surprised but half a smile creeps into his face. "She's amazing. She's soft but the strongest person I know, she can make anyone feel at home but will tear you a new one without blinking if you make her cross. She dances with her eyes closed", he sighs wistfully, "and when she looks at me she makes me feel..." he shuts up.

"Loved", the other man supplies.

"Yeah, loved."

"And when she isn't looking? When she's looking at the man she married?"

"She's happy", he repeats. It's a mantra.

"But...?", the man pushes the glass of vodka tonic closer to Evan's hand.

He takes it and gives a long gulp. His head spins already. It's probably the drugs and not the vodka what's making him weightless, what has allowed this man to fish the words he keeps hidden and locked. The sofa's leather feels sticky and uncomfortable on his naked back. Well if you break it all down, take a good look around you'll see that is closer than you might believe.

"But...?", he insists.

"But I wish I could kiss her. Wake her up on my bed", he bites the piercing on the corner of his mouth, "make her scream my name".

The man snorts, his hand on Evan's knee slowly making his way up his thigh. "You're really good at that, haven't you tried?"

Evan closes his eyes and let his head rest on the back of the sofa. He almost tried. Once. They were drunk enough, dancing close enough. Her boyfriend away God knows where. He could smell her jojoba shampoo and her hands kept touching the bare skin of his arms. But he didn't. He just couldn't do that to her. Do that to them.

I fell in love with a girl, I fell in love once and almost comple- Evan moves from his place on the sofa and shuffles the radio station. The chorus of Dreams by The Cranberries playing instead.

"I guess that's a no." The man shifts closer, their shoulders pressed together, their thighs touching. His hand is warm over Evan's jogggers.

"No."

"Well, you can try with me. Again." The man smacks the cigarette's bud on a forgotten can and moves his free hand to the rose tattoo on Evan's chest. "You already made me scream once, can always try twice".

Evan ends his vodka and lets his lit cigarette fall into the bottom, where it starts to die slowly. His muscles tense under the touch, his body reacting, his legs opening a bit further to allow the hand's travel up his thigh. "Do you want me to fuck you again after all I said?", he looks into the dark eyes, full blown pupils hazed and looking cockily at the tent in his joggers.

"Yes. I am not asking for a date and roses, Rosier", he leans closer, Evan can smell the cigarette and the alcohol in his breath, "you were the one that started apologizing, I told you I wasn't asking that from you. I'll do with another line and a couple orgasms."

Evan raises his eyebrow but doesn't pull away. He even leans closer. "Would you, really? 'Cause that I can do" The only thing he knows how to do and at the same time, the only thing he can't do with her.

The man licks up Evan's throat, making him groan, "then do".

The world I love, the trains I hop to be part of the wave, can't stop. Evan takes him clumsily by his jaw and forces his head up to be able to kiss him deeply, tongue burying down his throat. Smoke rings, I know you're gonna blow one, keeps blasting on the stereo. Evan pulls away and replaces his tongue with his thumb, pressing down into the warm wetness of his mouth. He lets him, his hand grasping tightly way up his thigh.

Evan bites the corner of his own mouth, playing with the piercing there and takes his finger out his mouth. He reaches towards the coffee table and grabs a tiny bag with white powder. "Lean back", he orders, he dips his thumb in the coke and rub his gums, licking it after while the dark eyes stay on his lips, his tongue. "Stay still", Evan says then leans down, letting a tiny mountain of powder fall on a valley between the man's abdominal muscles. "Don't move", he orders with his deep voice and bends down to snort it from there, to then lick the residue. The muscles contract under his tongue, moans spill around the room.

He straightens, smirking, pupils so dilated that only a rim of blue is there to be seen. He extends his hands and pours another tiny mountain in the valley between his thumb and index and offers it. The man snorts it and closes his eyes, letting his head fall against the leather.

"Get rid of your pants and into my lap", Evan's orders get through the haze of the drugs and the bass that's playing. He slides down his joggers down his hips onto his knees, not bothering to take it all the way off and just letting it slide. His erection settles on his stomach, he didn't put his boxers on the first time he dressed after. They should be somewhere on the floor.

The man complies and puts a knee on either side of Evan's thighs. They go into a frenetic kiss, hands all over each other.

"Are you going to think about her?", the man whispers hotly in Evan's ear.

He freezes for a second. "No", he grunts, he can't. That's not the way Lily comes to his head. That's not the spot he wants her in. For fantasies he has plenty.

"Fine", the man is nibbling his lobe, "best that way. Let's not think."

Please, Evan thinks.

Is the last thing he actually think in words. The rest is smells, and sounds, a hot mouth over him and the music making the floor vibrate. Oh baby, don't feel so down, oh it turned me off when I feel left out.

Soon Evan has manhandled him into lay on his chest, his arms on the armchair, the sofa creaking under the weight. He is kneeling between his legs, he leans down and bites between the man's shoulder blades, a whine bleeping in his ears. He spreads him open, big hands on his ass cheeks and enters him. It isn't slow, it isn't careful. The condom was a lucky thought because they were in hands reach. The man takes him easily, still dilated from the last round, but with the first thrust he is biting his forearm to muffle the loud moans. Evan shuts his eyes close, sweat pulling on his top lip and his clavicle. The smell of sex, cigarettes and alcohol surrounds him. He pounds harder, the sofa cracks more. He throws a hand under the man's waist and lifts him, the other hand finding his cock and stroking him. It's messy, it's feverish. The man comes first and a "Evan" is all that gets into Evan's brain for a moment before he moves his big hands to the man's hips, to keep him there, limp already but there until he comes with a last deep thrust.

"Fuck", the man pants, turning into his abdomen and resting his legs on Evan's lap. He is sprawled against the sofa, eyes looking at the ceiling. "With eyes so dilated, I've become your pupil", he sings slightly out of key for him before sighing. "Is there more vodka?" He asks. His hangover tomorrow is going to be legendary. But he can deal with it, as he deals with everything else.

From my mouth to yours

Tomorrow he has a lunch with her.

I like you

She's going to be pissed about him being hungover.

You, you, you.

He'll make her laugh. That's enough. He has always known how to make her laugh.

You, you, you.

Evan drifts away thinking that that's enough. This is enough.

[chipsncookies]

[aimaiina]

transfem tsukasa rotting my brain recently..i love her

[sga-owns-my-soul]

playing scrabble and i'm thinking of rodney

you're so right scrabble tiles

him

[claratyler]

i know its the kids 2000's tv rotting my brain but sometimes i do feel sad i never had a cute straight relationship as a teen like the kids do on tv. another formative moment i missed

[rebel-ezra]

yeah I'm perfectly normal and a functioning human being. don't ask me about star wars