#this cynicism will fucking kill you guys.

[mymoshangthoughts]

oki my guys can we plz talk about gold digger airplane?

like look, i know it's nice to write him with the moral fortitude to not want to take advantage of his partner financially and ngl, some of my favorite fics have portrayed him as being uncomfortable with people buying him shit

but dearest to my heart, this man will hug any thigh in the name of gold-digging his way to comfort

pride? what pride? who has time for pride when you've written a million words describing papapa for the explicit purpose of paying your bills. you look down on those who have the pride to be uncomfortable with expensive gifts

you have one of several reactions when you are presented with an expensive gift

score! i love this, i wanted this, it's mine. if they try to take it back i will weep and beg and bite

score! i hate this, its totally gross looking, imma sell it off at a marked up price and get a profit out of this worthless fucking gift

score! this means that i have this level of monetary value to the person gifting me, which means i can ask for more shit, better shit, give me an inch and i will take a mile

score! this person is clearly dumb with their money and will therefore be easily persuaded into spoiling me fucking rotten. this is it, boys. we made it

or really any variation of this

look, he might totally love the person gifting him the items. assume its his one true love, the icy king mobei jun himself and he is looking at this glamorous diamond gift going "o...m...g... he's dumb with money. this is the jackpot. sexy, cool, AND easily exploited for cash?! I WILL MARRY THIS MAN"

look

i just want shameless gold digger shang qinghua so fucking bad

also literally mobei jun realizing that shang qinghua is weak to wealth and just being like "oki so imma just literally bury him in diamonds so he'll never even think to leave me" bc mobei jun Does Not Care

whether shang qinghua is staying for his massive tits or his expansive treasury, so long as shang qinghua stays, he is a happy dude

but also yes i want him to be mean about it LOL please make shang qinghua cry by confiscating his diamond collection. do it.

shang qinghua cackling as he counts his money and being on top of the world and calculating how much he'd get in a potential divorce (because he's cynical as fuck and he WILL win the divorce, fuck you. even tho he has no intention of divorcing this man. that would be like killing the golden goose or whatever)

and sure, shang qinghua does 100% absolutely love his husband. if his husband was poor as dirt, shang qinghua would still be there at his side through thick and thin. his feelings go beyond money and he would pinch every penny for the rest of his life to be with his beloved. this is all true about him and his feelings of love and loyalty are sincere as fuck

but does that mean he isnt OVER THE FUCKING MOON TO MARRY RICH? dude, he is living his fucking dream and he is going to take FULL advantage of this gloriously bountiful life. it's like finding out your boyfriend is well-endowed. like sure, you'd still love him if he had a small dick, BUT YOU ARE NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT THAT BIG DICK, NOT AT ALL, YOU INTEND TO ENJOY THAT BIG DICK TO THE FULLEST EXTENT

thank you for attending my insane rant, long life gold-digger airplane. may he thrive!

shen yuan: *scrunches up his face* how can you deal with that? he treats you like a wallet

mobei jun: eh, he has yet to figure out that ive basically used that wallet to trap him in this relationship

shen yuan: that sounds like financial abus--

airplane: HUBBY! I WANT A NEW PAIR OF SHOES! THE ONES THAT COST AS MUCH AS CAR!

shen yuan: ...ya know what, match made in heaven. im going home.

(shen yuan who would absolutely hate if binghe treated him like a wallet but also spoils his binghe rotten without being asked and would 100% be uncomfortable receiving expensive gifts from binghe lolol)

[ladyinthebluebox]

i keep complaining and vagueing, but man i see so much stupid bad faith shit here recently & i have to let it out somewhere or it will eat my insides otherwise.

i honestly wonder why some of you saying how you don't have enough faith that writers put those things in there on purpose are even playing those games to begin with? If you consider creators of those things stupid and incapable... why even waste your time engaging with them?

like. you are literally holding yourself back from engaging with the story with your own preconceived notion that the people working on it can't do their jobs.

i don't say it's perfect and there is no room to critique writing... there always is. like all the things ever it was created by people and people are flawed so the things they create often reflect those flaws. but. some of you are clearly not even giving them or their creation a chance...

[valtsv]

person in a scary movie: oh fuck an evil clone!

clone rights activist: actually, the term "evil clone" is pretty cynical and misleading; we assume the clone wants to harm us because we're irrationally projecting our own self-destructive desires and fears

evil clone: so true and based also. i am going to kill you guys though lol.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

What is it about The Boys that makes it everything you do *not* want in a superhero story?

I do not, and I can't state this strongly enough, give a flying fuck what superheroes might be like in the """"real world"""". I do not care at all. I hate that premise. I despise it. I want it to be tortured and beheaded on a dark web livestream.

I don't want to see terrible stand ins for my childhood heroes turned into murderers and rapists and strawmen for whatever current day issues the writers don't understand this year. I don't want to see superheroes used to tell the same tired ass defeatist bullshit story that life is bad and people are awful and everyone is a piece of shit and there's no good or evil just shades of grey and blah blah blah blah

BORING!

BORING BORING!

BORING!!!!!

I want superheroes to fight super villains. I want good guys to be good and bad guys to be bad. I want hopeful stories of people being better than the narcissists and psychopaths we see on the news every day. I want heroes that exemplify the best of America and American values without narratively apologizing for shit that happened 100 years ago. I want superheroes to be role models again. I want a child to be able to pick up a comic and be told that the world isn't an awful place. That friendship and love is real and standing up for what's right is a reward in itself. I want superhero stories to kill jaded cynicism and embrace genuineness and optimism.

[ultimateloserboy]

duck and red guy are not good people.

ive probably said this a million times already but friendly reminder that they’re incredibly grey. they ruin their own lives just as much as the house does it for them, not to mention how theyre responsible for most of the turmoil in yellows life. duck especially loves with his entire heart, but that doesnt stop him from being a piece of shit.

a lot of you watch the series with this idea that the main three are poor innocent babies trapped and helpless when actually, if there was anywhere else to go (which its implied there isnt) red and duck would never fuckin get there because theyre too selfish and stupid to make it.

becky and joe said themselves in a QnA that yellow made it up the stairs alone because red and duck are just too cynical and selfish to ever make it anywhere. the second yellow started heading down the stairs it was over for him, because red and duck will NEVER listen. they want answers but are too stubborn to ever receive them. The house could be unlocked completely and theyd keep themselves there

Not to mention how they treat each other. they either enable each others shitty behavior, or give up on trying to stop each other. red starts to get onto duck for his behavior towards yellow, but then he joins in to make fun of him multiple times. because he doesnt actually care that much, and that apathy can make him cruel

i think a lot of you forget that even as they are normally, even on the regular floor— not even being bigger boys— they DROWNED THEIR FUCKING CAT!!!!!!!!

and they did it together, is what gets me. theyre codependent. theyre all the other really has, the only other adult really to talk to. they completely disagree on everything, having the opposite worldview of each other which causes them to argue constantly— but theyre all the other has. the only one as shitty as themself. they get stuck with each other in the bigger rooms. growing grotesque together, ruining themselves TOGETHER. they get farther apart. they speak to each other less. they torture smaller things for entertainment rather than talking with each other— but theyre still stuck together. glued to each others hip until the world stops spinning, but always being too cowardly and stubborn to be kind to one another and let themselves be happy together.

even when they reach clarity, or they hit an arc that makes them better people— theyll just forget tomorrow, and go right back to being terrible.

theyre not helpless. sure theyre victims, but not perfect ones— and they themselves have victims of their own

and dont even get me started on the mischaracterization of red in this fandom. YES hes just as bad as duck!!! hes not a fucking baby hes a grown ass man!!! he says the same shit as duck all of the time and yall see it differently cuz his voice is nicer to hear or he says it quieter. and may i add— he can be socially awkward and still an asshole. he can be neurodivergent and still an asshole. it doesnt cancel out, you dont have to pick one or the other.

yall take everything interesting out of these characters so you can make them sexymen but to me the sexiest part is the nuance of the character. duck and red are assholes but that doesnt make them unlikable, the show itself proves that. theyre incredibly likeable but still do terrible shit, and yall forget BECAUSE of how likeable they are.

this isnt meant to be some post to make you think theyre bad people that you should hate because thats bullshit. theyre not good people but theyre not overall bad people either. their actions are terrible but at the end of the day they can and have been better, even if only temporarily. there is a part of them that could easily fit into a happy family— a part of them that can heal each other instead of hurt each other. but unfortunately thats the part thats always erased

(little edit i dont know if they explicitly drowned their cat BUT its implied they did kill it. sorry two-three years of piecing my own shit together i lose which parts ive determined myself. dont wanna sit here and just say my own theories as fact tho, so the drowning specifically was just my guess! sorry abt that chat i hope u still trust me with canon cries)

[zillanovikov]

i am STRUGGLING

this book is so good and i want to write a review that does it justice but it's EXQUISITE and i am but a humble review farmer tending my crops

like

as a young nerd who loved Robert Jordan for high fantasy with gender politics and political scheming I would have KILLED to read Maej which is a book that starts with that but also let's have LINGUISTICS ADVENTURES and EVERYONE IS QUEER and one of those plots that has a million threads but you're weaving a delicate, intricate, watertight tapastry (tapastries aren't watertight but you know what i mean, i can't use words like dale strombeg can, that's why he wrote maej)

the thing is i never trust authors with a book like this, i don't believe anyone can set up a story this ambitious and actually fucking deliver on every character arc, every world building snap of a twig, that so much build up can lead to satisfaction

we've grown into old and cynical nerds with Lost and BSG offering us only set up and no payoff, Robert Jordan died young, it's always winter and never Christmas

this is fucking Christmas guys

this is the real deal

open your gifts

what could go wrong when you start to wonder whose magic burns to fuel your world?

what could go wrong

[pyrrhiccomedy]

a collection of thoughts about Veilguard

it's pretty good! it's a fun, straightforward adventure story where you play the good guys, the bad guys are bad guys, and there's one morally ambiguous character but don't get scared, you have the whole game to decide what to do with him. the combat is fun, the cast is likable, and the world is pretty. if you like fantasy rpgs, you will probably like this one!

I said the cast is likeable. I didn't say they were interesting. everyone kinda comes off like they've been to therapy for at least six months, and have put in some effort to "do the work." Your party's character flaws are things like "people pleaser" or "rude (but still well-intentioned)" or "justifiably cynical." These are all more or less functional and mature adults who want to get along and experience very few obstacles to doing so.

The obstacles they do experience to getting along are pretty flimsy, and are sometimes resolved in under a minute.

Le wokisme is a problem with the factions, which is a problem with the game, because the game revolves around the factions. None of the factions are allowed to be - again - morally ambiguous. There's a faction of treasure hunters, but don't worry, they have experts to make sure they don't sell anything important to anyone's culture. There's a faction of assassins which in a previous game have been shown to be harsh mercenaries who traffic in slavery in order to acquire children to raise into professional killers, but don't worry, they've mellowed out a lot since then, and now they ~don't kill innocent people~ and all of the members are excited to be there. There's a faction of death-worshipping necromancers, but don't worry: they're pretty much treated as a joke faction, and they don't do anything darker than raising some friendly skeletons to do custodial work.

A lot of the game takes place in the Tevinter Imperium, which we know from previous games to be a racist imperial power built upon the labor of a mostly-elven slave force. I say we know that 'from previous games' because it really doesn't come up in this game. The Tevinter faction is a group of slave abolitionists, but you don't actually help them free any slaves. In fact, you never even meet any slaves. In fact, you never even see any slaves. In Minrathous, the capitol city of the slave empire.

We also never see any anti-elf racism, in Minrathous or anywhere else, or meet any elves anywhere who have much of anything negative to say about the current world state. I think it would have been interesting to engage with why some elves might actually support the Morally Ambiguous Guy Who Is Looking To Tear Down The Current World Order In Order To Restore The Elves To Their Bygone Glory, but then your protagonists might have been placed into an ethically dubious situation at some point, by opposing a guy, who is, among some more alarming intentions - let me be so clear - trying to free the elven slaves. And god forbid we make the player uncomfortable!

There are no titties in this game. You do fuck your love interest on the eve of the final battle, as is traditional, but there will be nary a titty in sight. That, like ethical conundrums or moral ambiguity, is evidently too grown-up for the target Veilguard audience.

Whoever it was on the writing team who was interested in the Qunari has either left the team, or is no longer interested in the Qunari. They are a non-presence, and the Big Grey Guys With Horns who you fight are just violent assholes who don't follow the Qun. They've also been redesigned again. They basically just look like tieflings, with even more awkward foreheads. RIP to a genuinely original fantasy race. We'll always have Sten and the DA2 Arishok.

Fans of previous games will, however, be pleased at how generous the writers have been with answering outstanding questions! You will learn what the titans were, what happened to them, what the Blight is, what caused the Blight, what the Golden/Black City is, why breaching it unleashed the Blight, who the Tevinter old gods were, what the deal was with the elven gods, and (not that anyone was in doubt of this after Inquisition anyway) that the Maker is fake for sure for sure.

Every religion in Thedas is proved to be fake by the end of the game, though, so it feels a bit less like "kids raised evangelical stick it to Big Church" this time.

Morrigan is back! Isabela is back! Dorian is back! Welcome visitations.

People are being shitty about there being an explicitly non-binary character. Fuck those people obviously, but I do wish they'd found something better to call this character than "non-binary," such a modern term that it slingshot me out of my fantasy world full of dragons and magic into a corporate diversity and inclusion training module.

Being a mage doesn't matter anymore. Sorry if you were hoping it might, but honestly that's on you. If they chickened out of doing anything with the mage conflict set up in DA:O and DA2 in Inquisition, I don't know why you expected they'd find a renewed interest in engaging with it now.

You can't be a blood mage. You can't actually do anything evil. Your PC is a Hero. I don't have a problem with this, exactly, but it contributes to the feeling of the series having moved to the kiddy end of the pool over the years.

Overall, I think this is almost surely going to be the last Dragon Age game, and I think that's almost definitely a good thing. It's a fun send-off that takes you on a whistle-stop tour of nearly all the places left in Thedas you haven't seen yet, ties up nearly all of the loose ends, and lets you hit an ogre with a warhammer so hard that he goes flying like he's full of packing peanuts.

Time enjoyably, but not meaningfully, spent.

[coddda]

Hiiiiiii. Episode 25/26 lawlight analysis rant thingy here. I don't know how to write an intro for this so let's just get to it LOL

I think one of the reasons that the rain/foot scenes stick out so much (the. Sheer insanity of a Foot Massage Scene in an anime revolving around two guys trying to kill each other aside 💀) is the fact that the anime specifically suffers a bit in terms of adapting a few of the "emotional" moments in death note.

And I don't mean "emotionally impactful" exactly. For example I think the adaptations of scenes like Raye and Naomi's deaths were very impactful and the atmospheres of their final scenes were great, but I mean more from a characterization standpoint (if that makes sense). Being more focused on mind and logic games, Death Note as a whole isn't as invested in individual characters' deeper feelings as it is in its action (which isn't necessarily a criticism per say, it's simply part of the nature of a mystery thriller series). But just because they're fewer and farther between doesn't mean there are none at all. In the manga we do get to see, for example, how much Light actually cared for his family and especially Sayu, and how he actually felt more conflicted and suffered lack of sleep/appetite when he first used the Death Note.

The anime specifically as an adaptation is pretty good at adapting the main mind fuckery and action of Death Note, but its lacking in properly adapting scenes like the ones I mentioned above is a criticism I see somewhat often, and it's pretty fair imo. Compared to all the other adaptations, it certainly seems to fall short on an emotional level: the musical has entire songs going in depth about the characters feelings and relationships, the 2015 jdrama is. Insane and has its emotional moments in spades (because it's a TV drama, which are more focused on portraying emotional conflict and the like), even the 2006 movies has its emotional beats and L Change the WorLd is. Well. Oh Man.

Anime Light to a lot of people is like. Light but he's "already evil" (which I have my own thoughts on but I digress). Light but after using the Death Note for like 2 minutes he's already like "fuck yeah time to kill criminals". Basically the anime doesn't take as much time to delve into his less cynical sides or really delve into his already vague and harder to decipher feelings in general, he is noticeably colder from the get-go here, etc.

But that's part of why I think episode 25 manages to stand out so much tonally (apart from it being, y'know, the episode L literally Dies). I love the episode so much and could probably rant for hours about how much I love the artistic choices made in it but what I'm trying to get at here is that it's one of the very few moments where the show tries to go deeper into specific character's emotions, and one of the very few moments where the show Attempts (emphasis on "attempts" because, well, you'll see in a bit) to get more in-depth into Light's feelings apart from his cynicism/apathy/justice. ness.

L in these two scenes in episode 25 is, well, pretty damn open about how he feels. It's usually interpreted as him knowing that he's going to die, and you can see it. He visibly looks/sounds lost, somber, etc. He never really had much to hide around Light to begin with (since he doesn't really care about hiding himself the same way Light does) but especially not now and it Shows, and I personally thought it was pretty cool to delve into his thoughts/show how he feels this way. The somberness can be felt throughout the entire scene, even people who don't already know the plot of Death Note from the manga could probably tell that he's about to die.

In the manga, once L starts suspecting Misa again and Rem realizes what Light is trying to do, it goes straight to Watari and L's deaths, but the anime instead gives a distinct and unexpected pause in the middle of this where L contemplates his own death. It's fucking great, and the shift from straight action to slower emotional weight makes these scenes stand out a lot, since, like I said, the show usually focuses more on the former. But it's kind of ironic, too.

Not only does the anime open up L's feelings more in these scenes, but it also tries to dig deeper into Light's feelings as well through L. And it's really funny honestly because while, yes, these are the more "emotionally open" scenes of the anime Light still manages to be Incredibly avoidant and contribute almost nothing to the entire ordeal.

L is visibly upset -> "Yeah Ryuzaki, you're not making any sense at all" (Not addressing the obvious conflict from L)

"Tell me, Light. From the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?" -> "[The most stale, over-explained, avoidant answer to a "yes/no" question that you could ever hear + blatant attempts to reframe the question]"

(L's half-smile here kills me) "I had a feeling you'd say something like that" -> [Nothing]

"I'm sorry" -> [Nothing]

"It'll be lonely won't it? You and I will be parting ways soon" -> [Nothing]

^ From this point Light continues to say literally Nothing for the rest of the scene. I'm not even joking, from then on the rest of Light's voicelines are reduced to nothing but vague noises of confusion.

Everytime L calls Light out as a person ("Has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?" / "I had a feeling you'd say something like that." / "Won't it be lonely?") he doesn't actually acknowledge anything. Out of those three lines, he only answers verbally to if he's ever told the truth, and even then it's the most blatantly people-pleasing answer ever, as it usually is with Light. And I don't think it's because Light just. Doesn't care about any of what L's saying at all, or that he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about (questioning Light's authenticity as a person, saying it would be lonely when they part), instead he's choosing not to acknowledge any of what this means about himself or him and L at all. He's like a fucking wall.

And like, for the truth question in particular, the show makes sure that you know it's not something that Light just. Doesn't care enough about to answer. The hard cuts to silence are a very rare but extremely effective way that the show conveys an extremely important moment (see: Light regaining his memories, Matsuda noticing Light opening the warehouse door before he escapes (not as much of a "direct" cut to silence but still)), and cuts to multiple angles/framings/zooms of the exact same shot are also used for the same purpose (see: Light hugging Misa when she was crying, Matsuda aiming his gun to shoot Light, Light regaining his memories Again). Just like the scene where Light gets his memories back, the moment L's question finishes the show utilizes both. That question cut Deep. There's is a solid Almost 5 seconds of silence before the sound of the rain gradually starts fading back in, and honestly that should be telling enough as is (but of course Light doesn't actually admit that. Or anything at all really, so). Oh also another fun detail! We do not see Light's face At All (except for the shot where you can see his mouth moving but not his eyes), for the Entire time that he's going on his spiel to L. We Will Be Revisiting This Later, by the way. This is not, in fact, the first time you're going to see this detail from Light.

The only sort of reciprocation that we see from Light during Any of these two scenes is when Light dries L's hair while L dries his feet. Biblical meanings/references aside it's interesting because it's the only time he directly does anything "for" L in these scenes, but even then he doesn't try to pass it off as anything meaningful really the same way L does ("You're still soaked", a purely neutral and factual statement. It doesn't Add Anything compared to L's. Sin atonement loneliness grieving stuff. While Light is showing his own reciprocation to this more personal moment he also tries to keep it impersonal enough that it doesn't actually have to mean anything deep). And when L says "I'm sorry" after he once again gets no response from Light. It's also after this that L gets that pained look on his face, like he knows that at this point he's not actually going to get anything meaningful from Light (again, very significant and rare from L in the show. We've seen him in distress (see: when Ukita died, hell, when Watari dies), but even then he mostly manages to keep his usually neutral expression), we never see him "look sad" like he does here):

I just think it's interesting that this is one of the few scenes in this particular adaptation of Death Note where they try to open up the character's thoughts/feeling (especially considering the fact that they. lowkey blunder in adaptations of original scenes from the manga), and L himself is being rather open (not that he ever really tries to hide what he thinks nearly as much as Light), and yet all Light contributes to it in return is like. Actually nothing. Bro fumbled it. There is no resolution to any of this, to any of what L asks at all, to any of the many opportunities for a meaningful conversation, and the only thing even relatively close to an answer that you can get from Light is what you can infer from how he acts in the episode after L dies, where he's just going through the motions, but hardly acting as if he's actually living at all.

(Honestly I think the transition from this scene with the taskforce to the subsequent scene with Misa says enough on its own. Light's expressions and tone says everything:)

(Oh sidenote but. This shit again:

"Light, this is our first date in forever. can't you enjoy yourself a little more?" ('Why don't you seem happy? We can finally be together since L is dead') -> No response, Light instead changing the topic to him wanting to move in with Misa without changing his mannerisms at all

Also there's that one detail again. You pretty much don't see Light's expression when he speaks here at all, except for one shot of his eyes, which is quite literally the exact same shot they used when he "saw" L, just altered for the new setting. You have No idea what he looks like when he's responding to Misa, although it's probably fair to assume that it's the same empty stare he has for the whole Two Shots where you can clearly see his whole expression in the entire scene.

Something something Light Yagami bad at feelings I think you get the point though)

I guess Light's Kind of showing what he's feeling now? He'll admit to himself that it's boring without L, but no more than that. Light never actually admits to anything "significant", and L's dead already anyway, so what would that even do?

And then we get, uh. Basically nothing from Light. For the next 5 Years. Except that he joined the NPA, so, uh, yay? Good job, Light you totally nailed it! Thank you for allowing us as an audience to delve deeper into your inner thoughts and feelings as a character so we can find out more about you as a person! Very helpful! Thank you for not sabotaging one of your few dedicated opportunities to look into yourself as a person and reflect on your relationships with others and being 100% honest with yourself! We stay winning guys.

Anyway, this got way too long for a scene that's over a decade old, and I've probably just said everything that everyone else has already said in this fandom before. But unfortunately this has been living in my head for way too long and I must scream. I just think this episode's neat is all :)

tl;dr Part of the reason why the rain/foot scene (tbh episode 25 in General) stands out so much is because the Death Note anime specifically was a bit robbed in terms of its more emotional character moments compared to the other medias, which makes more somber/introspective scenes like the ones in episode 25 stand out a Lot in comparison. But it's also incredibly ironic because it's one of the few moments where the show (or specifically L) tries to look deeper into Light's character, but because he is so avoidant for the entire duration of these two scenes he adds basically nothing at all. It's almost funny. Mostly sad. It's also very gay. Aand post

Okay actually nevermind one more thing I talked about how the jdrama is supposed to be more emotionally in-depth because it is a TV Drama and just for the record, same thing happens there! I could probably do an entire analysis of the Blue Scene in this context like I did with episode 25 but I'd literally be here forever, so uh, just take this iconic line as my main example:

Same Thing. L's statement "I wish we could have met some other way" is personal. It's his own wish, his own regret that he is expressing to Light. While Light's reply obviously has that same regret implied it's also phrased in a specifically impersonal way. It's closed off. "This is the only way we could have met" it closes off the topic and simply renders L's wish as ultimately futile. Light does not say that he Also wishes he could have met L a different way even if it was likely impossible, instead it's a cold statement of cynical fact.

Idk just. Something something L being able and Willing to be more openly sentimental/emotionally open towards Light/about Light vs. Light's inability to be honest with anyone including himself and his own nature preventing any form of meaningful reciprocation. Something something self-sabotage, y'know the drill. God don't even get me Started on how sincere L's tone is when he says "It'll be lonely won't it?"(at least in the eng dub) in the anime I could talk about his tone in that scene for ages. Also yes all of this relates to L Change the WorLd too by the way. Don't ask how it just does okay.

I do think that scenes like these (rain/foot scene, The Blue Scene. Uh. L Change the WorLd The Novel Adaptation) show, at least in those adaptations, that L does genuinely care for Light, and show that he values him as a friend not just in the mindgame-equal sense but also just like, a more sincere sense you know. Idk if that made any sense and that's a whole other topic for another day but you guys just have to believe me on this one alright please please believe me buries head in hands. Okay post over finally thanks for coming to my tedtalk hope you enjoyed my very-unnecessarily long analysis of the week

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

We can have Andrew and Ashley (separately) dating reader who is a singer/guitarist in a Punk rock band, who has a somewhat cynical, indifferent personality but is quite kind when you get to know her.

But there is a problem, she is possessed by a demon and needs to kill or drink human blood to survive (just like that movie Jennifer Body feat. Megan Fox)

Friggin love Jennifer’s Body- hell yeah anon!

Ashley and Andrew Graves x Possessed Punk Rock!Reader

Andrew Graves

You met Andrew after he went to watch your band play. He came up to you after the show and started up a conversation with you.

You were the best part of the band in his personal opinion

You’d heard this all before, and like always you went along to get on his good graces

Honestly- you had full intention of eating him until he started some playful banter with you

You both just bounced off of each other so well

“Alright, so- it’s the zombie apocalypse and you have to team up with 2 other people at this bar.” Andrew was leaning against the bar, he phrased it like such a serious question, “Who you picking?”

“Hmmmm…” you hummed, turning your attention to the cluster of people, “Probably that guy-“ you nod towards one muscly frat dude chatting with his equally muscular friends, “He looks like he could punch some zombies. Dumb and fearless, ya know?”

Andrew chuckled, “Ahhh, so you’re into beefy dudes, huh?”

You gave him a deadpan stare before rolling your eyes and smirking a little, “Nah, if anything he’d be a sacrifice to the undead horde. I’m more into sickly looking emo dudes.”

A small blush painted Andrew’s cheeks, he turned to look at the crowd, “Soooo- does that mean I’m on your apocalypse team?”

“Not in the slightest,” you leant back on the bar stool, “It’s about survival, and no offense hun- but you’re usually the first to die in those kinds of movies.”

Andrew dramatically clutched his chest, giving a faux harmed expression. You playfully shove him to wipe the look off his face. He laughed a little as he sat back up in his stool.

“Alright, alright-“ you wave your hand towards him, “You can join my apocalypse team. We’ll team up to sacrifice the big dude.”

“You’re too kind.”

He was fun to talk to, what can ya say?

You ended up feasting on that frat bro after Andrew left- but not without giving you his number

You two hung out a bit after that- and Andrew became a regular at your shows

You even started inviting him to rehearsals to sit and watch

You make him a shirt with the band’s name on it as a joke- but he wears it constantly.

He’s a dork, but soon enough…he becomes your dork <3

Which is why you were nervous to tell him the truth about you

“….I’m sorry you’re what?”

You winced at his words. There- was no easy way of telling him this, but- you don’t know. It feels like the right thing to inform your partner you’re actually possessed by a demon and crave human flesh and blood.

“I’m possessed by a demon,” You turn away from his, rubbing your arm anxiously, “It- happened when I was 17. Some fucks tried to offer me as a sacrifice to a demon to make them famous and- well, now we know the reason virgins are sacrificed for demon deals.”

Andrew blinked, and a silence fell between you two. He turned away from you, his eyes fixed on the ground,

“….you know my sister is friends with a demon.”

You scrunched up your nose in confusion, turning to give him a look of “What the fuck?”

He held his hands up defensively, “Hey I don’t know! What else was I supposed to say?!”

“I don’t know!” You threw a throw pillow at him, “You’re the first person I’ve told!”

Andrew caught the pillow, placing it gingerly on his lap, “Well- I’m not a stranger to this whole…demon stuff. Can’t say I’ve dated one though…”

Your eyes widened. You looked at him in disbelief, “You- still want to date me?”

“Well- yeah.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t obvious, “You’re not gonna eat me- I’d assume at least.”

“Nah,” you gave him a small smirk, “Not enough meat on ya.”

You received a pillow to the face in response to that. You broke out into soft laughter, Andrew shortly joining in. This…went better than you thought it would.

From then on Andrew helped you with finding food. He’d scan for potential meals at your shows and direct you to them after.

He seems way too experienced in this sort of thing

Ashley Graves

That relatable moment when you’re about to feast on this guy, but this cute goth chick was about to sacrifice him to a whole other demon <3

After a show you had planned on following this couple and devouring them both- you were really hungry

Low and behold- the girl led her date into the woods and summoned a whole ass demon to take his soul

She noticed your presence as she was getting ready to move the body and-

“….sup.”

She said that as if trying to move the soulless body of a grown ass man in the middle of the woods was the most normal thing in the world. You were- dumbfounded honestly. Apparently you were staring for too long, as the woman dropped the corpse’s arms and crossed her own,

“You gonna scream- or are we going to be chill about this?” She tapped her foot as she glared at you, “Don’t make me offer another soul to my friend.”

“Ha! Good luck with that-“ you stepped out of the bushes, shaking off any leaves that stuck to your pants, “Your friend would just be confused why you’re offering them their own kind.”

She looked you up and down, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Yeah- look. I’m possessed- and I was following you and that boy toy of yours to have some dinner.” You pointed to the corpse between you two, “So I’ll do you a favor and get rid of this body for you.”

The woman rubbed her chin, looking down at the body. She then grinned deviously, “Hmmm…you mind if I join you?”

Your eyes widened. Was- she being serious? Did she want to chow down on this guy with you?

Apparently she could notice your confusion and shrugged, “Well I was going to eat him anyway. Was thinking of grilling him- some salt, oregano, paprika as seasoning. Help me carry him and you’ve got yourself a 5 star meal.”

This has to be the most insane woman you’ve ever met. Is this what love feels like?

“Sure thing-“ you reach down, hoisting the man’s arm around your shoulder, “Names Y/N.”

“Ashley Graves.” Ashley made no effort to help you carry the body, just leading you along as your struggled.

And thus started a beautiful friendship!

Ashley sacrifices a soul, you two eat the soulless body. Win-Win!

As you hang out more outside of your hunts, Ashley learns about your band

She’s not happy that you have friends outside of her, but she goes to your show anyway

She claimed that everyone sucked except for you

“We should just eat them,” Ashley suggested, her chin rested on your shoulder.

You glance at her before speaking, “No can do- I’m not eating my band mates.”

“Fine-“ she huffed, shoving you away from her, “Then I will!”

“Ashley- No-“ you groan, turning around to look at the currently pouting woman, “Look, I have a life outside of you ya know- don’t like it, don’t come to the shows. Nothing wrong with keeping things professional between us.”

Ashley went quiet at that. She hugged herself, turning away from you.

“…what if I don’t want to be professional?” She muttered, just loud enough for you to catch.

You blinked down at her, “You- what?”

“We get each other! I want to keep doing this, and I don’t want those ‘bandmates’ getting in the way.” She glared up at you, “You…You like me too, right?”

You did. You’d be lying if you didn’t find her general unhinged-ness hot, but you couldn’t kill your band.

“Hey, look-“ your voice went soft as you took Ashley’s hands into your own, “I…like you too Ashley, but we’re not eating my band. If I’ve been ignoring you for them, I’ll- cancel rehearsal tomorrow so we can go do something. Just us. Sound good?”

A small smile formed on Ashley’s face as she nodded, “Yeah…that’d be great.”

You may be the possessed one here, but Ashley Graves is a whole other level

[pain-and-chocolate]

my thoughts on the les mis tour, finally…(includes spoilers)

i am so happy i was able to see this amazing show twice last week, but let’s be honest, twice is not nearly enough. i saw the show when it was here in 2022, but i came at it this time from a whole new (slightly deranged, but hey, this IS tumblr) perspective, so here are my thoughts on the best musical of all time

GRANTAIRE: i think it goes without saying that kyle adams absolutely fucking rocked it as R. he perfectly portrayed the cynic in a way that felt more than a foil, but a person on his own. he was also just so flamboyant and dramatic and i love that for him. his interactions with the amis, enj, and especially gavroche (not to mention him teasing javert) were absolutely divine. special shoutout to him blowing a kiss at enj while in the cafe

ENJOLRAS: i don’t see enough posting about christian mark gibbs. he killed it (haha) as enj. i feel like, too often, enjolras is shown to be solely an embodiment of the revolutionary ideals, only focused on the goal. while this enjolras had that intensity, he was also very much a human who cared for his friends and the world at large. there was one moment in particular that i remember, where after bring him home, before he begins to sing “the people have not stirred,” he exchanges a look with courf, who is on the opposite side of the barricade, and it’s the most devastating thing - you really see him start to lose that desperate hope

GAVROCHE: OMFG gav killed me. he was so sassy and such a guy. his relationship with R is so personal to me you don’t understand. speaking of, gav’s death was gut wrenching. the whole theatre was silent, and when he was shot, a lady near me gasped. the blocking was amazing at this stage as well: enj caught him and handed him over to R, R shook him trying to wake him up, and enj was clearly devastated and had to be shaken multiple times by (ferre? i think?) before he interacted with the others again. also, kudos R standing there clenching his heart while gav was on the other side of the barricade.

this is already way too long so i’ll summarize: the entire cast, crew, and pit ATE! probably my favorite cast of all time, and the blocking was gorgeous and it was clear every actor deeply cared about their characters and the story. GO SEE THIS TOUR

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.14

More memories

I'm sorry this is a little short I have more and wanted to post more but whenever I tried to add it to my draft Tumblr said no - they'll have to be in a new chapt ? - it was really vexing me last night and has continued to this morning

<<Part 13 Part 15>> Masterlist

Storm's eyes scanned you, she was waiting for you to break. Waiting to pick up the pieces. But you wouldn't falter.

You gave her an honest smile. “How's your plants?”

It was minute but her eyebrows rose. “They're coming along beautifully.”

“My Storm always found it peaceful in her garden.” You picked at a mark on the door. “Always brought me amazing flowers.”

The inner dilemma was plain to see. She was trying to conceal it but you knew her, knew her tells and expressions.

“I don't need a tour.” You put her out of her misery. “It's just a little surreal to be here but not be.”

She was quiet a moment longer before, “You might not need a tour but do you want one?” She gestured behind her. “I can show you my flowers. I hope they're just as nice.”

You took her in then. Her striking hair and glamorous clothes, her kind eyes. She was every bit the Storm you knew. Of course you wanted her tour and of course you wanted her company, whatever she'd offer you'd take.

She was your friend.

You missed her.

“Please.” The word was small.

Storm turned on her heels, her hair flowing as she did, and led you away.

//

Storm led the group into the Professor's study.

You were all pissed.

You'd been on a failed mission and each of you had suffered.

There was a cocky girl, she wore red leather and a cynical smirk.

“My father won't let me kill you.” Her accent was thick as she rolled her eyes. “But I can mess with you.”

With a snap of her fingers you were all flung backwards and out of Genosha.

“Guys?!” Rogue shrieked as she looked down at her skin. It was blue and hairy.

Your head snapped to Hank who was… he was human! He looked startled and as he got upset the clouds above him darkened.

“The fuck is going on?” Logan's eyes snapped to you, you felt fine, didn't feel any different.

“Check your power, try and-” You balled a fist as you spoke - in a gesture to him to use his claws - but as you did three bones sprung out of your knuckles. You shrieked in pain but it eased as quickly as it formed.

Logan's hands were on you in an instant, his capturing your own, but when he touched you you felt awful. Sick, weak, drained. Big purple veins appeared on your skin as he sucked the power out of you.

“Get off her!” Rouge ordered and Logan dropped you.

Storm was the first to stand, her hands were on her hips and she was pacing. “We need to get back. We need the professor.”

“We need to work out what she did to us!” Logan argued.

“And who she is.” Beast added. “And her father. It couldn't be Magneto, could it?”

You heard the following conversation but we're too preoccupied with trying to squeeze your bones back into your arm. They were nauseating to look at. They had weird bumps but not knuckles and they were glistening!

“Why are they wet?” You asked no one in particular, after failing again to sheath them.

“It's okay, they'll go back in.” Logan wanted to pat your back but didn't. “Just try to relax.”

“There's bones sticking out of me.” How wasn't he understanding? This was fucking mental! “I think I'm at the appropriate level of calm.”

“C’mon, let's get back to t’ jet.” Rogue managed to sober up quicker than you for someone who was blue. She looked like a furby.

The flight was fucking awkward.

Beast couldn't control the weather so there was an obscene amount of turbulence which made your claws extend which made Logan go to touch you before Rogue threw her shoe at him.

The cycle repeated until she was throwing pieces from the medkit.

Storm was the level headed pilot but even she was having trouble with your forcefields. The jet locked in one with a particularly bad cumulonimbus.

You covered your mouth with your shoulder, “I might throw up if I have to look at my bones any longer.”

“I'm trying.” Storm raised her hand to stop the field. “I can't get rid of it.”

“You need to f-” You gagged. “Feel the field. Hold it.”

The face she gave you filled the whole team with hope. “How do I 'feel' the field?” It was an inanimate object. It didn't technically exist until she made it. It was unlike her clouds, they had life. She merely contorted them.

“I don't know! How do you feel the clouds?”

“That'd be helpful to know.” Hank jolted as thunder rumbled.

None of you were much help to the other but you did eventually find ourselves back at the mansion.

Charles was ready, waiting for you. “What happened? You're all dif-”

“We don't know her name.” Storm informed him. “Look into my mind, see her.”

Charles' eyes flickered between hers and he frowned. “I haven't come across her in Cerebro.”

“She's next level.” Rogue gestures to her body. She was taller and her suit had ripped due to the wider build.

Hank brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. “She mentioned her father. I believe she meant Magneto.”

That struck a chord with Charles. He tried to pretend it didn't but you caught the twitch of his eye. “I'll have to seek her out.”

~~

It was two weeks later and you still hadn't been fixed.

And to make matters worse Charles’ annual fundraiser was next week. You were all meant to make an appearance, a united front, to show the world that mutants weren't chaotic animals. You were as sophisticated as the yuppies who made the bills and funded places like HYDRA and AIM.

But more importantly than that you were fucking embarrassed. Every time Logan entered your line of sight you got excited or your heart rate increased causing the claws to pop out.

It was mortifying to have everyone see. Yeah everyone knew you were together and you were attracted to him but it was so stupid for you to essentially get a boner when he was just sitting in the kitchen eating toast.

“I hate you.” You smacked your head against the counter, taking the seat next to his, the claws seemed to retreat if you hurt yourself; something Logan loathed but it was a working system so he could fuck himself.

“Claws say otherwise.” He winked at you, itching to kiss your lips. He hadn't been able to touch you for weeks, he was wound so tight and extremely fucking horny.

“You're literally having breakfast and they just appear.” You spoke against the marble, your nose flattened on it. Smell was also something you had to get used to. Everyone smelt vastly different and Logan was ludicrously scrumptious. You could smell him everywhere and hear him. Late at night when he had to relieve himself, cumming into his han- You forced the thoughts from your mind, shoving them anywhere they couldn't hurt you.

“It takes years of practice, kitten.” The claws shot straight back out and you groaned. “You're not the only one that struggles with them.” He admitted, whispering into your ear. “I find it hard sometimes.”

You rolled your head to the side to look at him. Logan gifted you a sweet smile and you groaned again. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Can't help it.”

The two of you had to separate to sleep at night because A) you could kill him with the claws and B) he could kill you with the power absorption.

“Miss you.” You rubbed your covered knee against his.

“You too, gorgeous.”

~~

Dressing for the gala was daunting. Your dress was exquisite and you really, really, didn't want to ruin it.

Logan was able to wear his suit but added an expensive looking turtleneck under the jacket and gloves for obvious reasons.

Rogue flat out refused to attend.

Hank enjoyed blending in with the crowd, wearing a blue suit and slicking his hair back.

Storm did go, she had to as the to be Queen of Wakanda and a high profile mutant. She was wearing a sleek mermaid dress which matched her betrothed’s suit.

Charles was sweating.

He was very worried that this would go to shit.

And it definitely could.

But not only because of you.

He had invited Erik and his children.

Yup.

ChildREN.

Wanda, Pietro and Lorna.

The girls were witches, powerful, scary witches. Pietro was a mutant also, his power was superspeed which could be equally as dangerous but you wanted to take extra care around the girls.

Across the room Erik and Charles were speaking in hushed tones, the former rolling his eyes as the latter spoke.

“Hello.” You forced yourself to approach the children. Wanda - the one in red - raised a brow. “I’m Y/N.”

“Wanda.”

“I'm Pietro, that's Lorna.” Pietro had paper white hair and the same smile as his father. Lorna had Wanda’s nose - it must run in the family - but looked different. Her hair was darker and she was paler.

“That was an impressive move.” You compliment.

Wanda again gives you nothing more than a subtle change in expression.

“She wants her powers back.” Lorna cut to the chase, she didn't have the russian accent, merely an American one.

Wanda smirked. “I know.” Pietro chuckled.

Logan stepped up behind you, you could feel his presence more than see or hear him. “Everything alright here?”

“It's great," You supplied. "I just wanted to introduce myself to the heirs of Genosha.” You gave an awkward nod and blasted finger guns - I don't know why either - before retreating.

Logan led you to one of the food tables and handed you a plate.

You accepted it and shovelled food into your mouth. “I have no idea why that happened.” You admitted with your cheeks full.

“Me neither, I go to the toilet and you're talking to the enemy.”

You scoffed over a cream puff. “They're just kids.”

Logan eyed them, folding his arms. “Dangerous kids.”

"I thought if I spoke to them normally they'd realise we're just like them. We're all in the same boat or some shit." You sighed and swatted the crumbs off your lips and cheeks. “Okay, I'm alright now.”

“You eaten enough feelings?”

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder. “But you were right to bring me here, I haven't eaten today.”

“I know.” He glanced at you. “You were too nervous.”

“This is a big responsibility.” The claws were being very good. They hadn't come out at all tonight and you didn't want to be too optimistic but you were very proud. “I don't want to fuck up.”

“If you fuck up, I'll fuck up right next to you.” He promised.

You chuckled, wishing you could kiss him. “Good, my ride or die.”

“Speaking of… you-” He took a deep breath, “-wanna dance?”

You stared at him with wide eyes. Yeah, he'd taken you to the cinema and he'd taken you for dinners and he even splurged for the opera but at somewhere official like this he was always business.

You wore his earrings and matched your dress to his pocket square or tie but neither of you had actually danced before! Not publicly. Not when the world was watching. He didn't want people to know you were his in case they exploited that. What happened if you were harmed to get to him?

There were paparazzi here.

What if you stabbed him?!

“Don't overthink it. Yes or no.” He asked you but his eyes were glued to the crowd.

“Okay.” You breathed before you could say no. Fuck it.

If you go down he goes down.

You had the feeling neither of you cared as long as you were together.

Logan offered you his gloved palm and you accepted it, letting him lead you into the crowd of people. He kept you by the edge but you weren't on the outside.

Shit, you probably should have mentioned, “I don't know how to dance.” You whispered as he arranged your arms in the correct positions, one on his shoulder and one on his forearm.

“I do.” He didn't elaborate but led you in an expert waltz. Twirling you around the dancefloor in sync with the other couples. You followed his lead with ease, melting into the warm feeling it brought.

Logan's eyes were trained on you as you glanced around the room. He wanted to kiss you so badly. Wanted to claim you as his in front of all these important hot shots. Wanted the world to know. He was ready for that. Ready to accept the risk and forever be your protector as long as everyone knew you were his.

But he couldn't.

He could barely hold your hand.

So he dipped you as low as possible, making your breath stutter - your hands pointing away from him in case the wretched claws sprung to action.

“You're getting good at controlling them.” Logan commented as he straightened the two of you.

“Years of practice, kitten.” You echoed his words. “It's easier in the evening, don't ask me, I don't know why. But it is.”

Logan laughed and released you to bow as the band finished the song.

“May I have this dance?” Magneto spoke behind you. You hadn't even risen from your courtesy as he asked.

You turned to see if he was speaking to anyone else but nope. You were the only one in the surrounding area. The only one he was interested in.

“Uh, yeah suuure.” You nodded. It would look rude if you didn't. The mutants couldn't be divided. That was the whole reason he was here in the first place!

“I'll have her back in one piece.” Erik winked to Logan before sweeping you away.

Your eyes were on Logan, as Erik positioned you in the centre of the dance floor, your chin touching your shoulder before you had to turn to your partner.

Logan was angry but he didn't show it, and he was suspiciously quiet when Mangeto spoke to you. Erik must've clamped his jaw shut.

You were amazed that Logan could still operate with an Adamantium skeleton but he did and you were not going to question it because if you did it would give you a headache.

“I hear my Wanda has inconvenienced you and your team.” Erik spoke diplomatically.

You fought the scoff, keeping the pleasant mask on. “Just a tad.”

“I do apologise, I'll speak with her.” The tempo was faster with this song so he spun you out and back in.

“Thanks..?” You were confused. Why had he brought you to the centre? Why was he dancing with you? And why were your friends watching you with bated breath? Did they know something you didn't?!

Erik nodded but didn't speak, merely leading the dance. You wish you knew the name of this one, it was a fast waltz?

“Okay, why are we dancing?” You blurted out.

“Well, I couldn't ask Chuck could I?” He sassed, bringing your hips closer to his and he walked you backwards.

“Would you like to ask him?” He gave you a suspicious glare. “Couldn't your kid make his legs work?”

Erik considered that. “Possibly, but I won't ask.”

You let that settle, trying to catch Charles’ eyes. ‘READ MY MIND. READ HIS MIND. WHAT IS HAPPENING CHARLES?’

‘I wouldn't do that if I were you.’ Wanda’s voice taunted.

You accused. “Your daughter’s spying on us.”

He looked over and quirked his head. “Is she? Which one?”

“Wanda.” You grumbled. “Who's the mother?” You would've bet money that Erik and Charles were messy exs. Yeah, he could be bi but you had always assumed...

“Natalya was the twins' mother. Suzanne was Lorna's.”

You repeated the word: “Was.”

“What else happens to us mutants but humans?” He gave you an aloof shrug. “To get to me they were murdered.”

What do you say to that? Was he planning something? He couldn't show Charles up like that. The two had history, yeah, but you knew Erik. You'd worked with him. He was brash and angry but when something like this was happening, something important, he played the game. He let it unfold.

Then again… the two of you were still dancing surrounded by humans, in the centre of Charles' fundraiser. Perhaps this wasn't an innocent chat.

Maybe he wanted you to fuck up.

If anyone would, it was you.

“What's happening Erik? Why are we dancing?” You repeated, slightly defeated.

“I wanted to talk to you, away from your guard dog.” Your eyes found Logan again. He was still frowning animatedly at the two of you. Jean was at his side trying to talk to him but it was no use.

You met Erik's gaze again. “Go on then.”

“Your powers-” A sarcastic laugh escaped you. “Your original powers are wasted. You have the potential to control your own energy. I don't think you quite grasp how powerful one could be.”

You were confused. “They're force fields.”

“They could be more.” He twirled the two of you, just narrowly avoiding another couple. “Try to build something other than a bubble.”

“Gee, I'd love to.”

He wasn't phased by your sarcasm. “What power do you currently possess, then?”

“Logan's.” You tightened your grip on his hand.

“And your animal?”

“He's our rogue.” There was nothing to lose telling Erik, his daughter would tell him if you didn't.

“And that firecracker? Where is she?” His brows met in genuine curiosity.

“That man over by Charles is Hank McCoy. Rogue happens to have hi-”

Magneto burst out laughing, faltering in his expert steps, hundreds of eyes flew to you both as the music had begun quieting down. “I would pay to see that.”

You roll your eyes, still in his hold.

“I'll get your powers fixed and I want you to consider my words. Consider joining us in Genosha.”

He knew you wouldn't. Why would he even ask?

What had given him the impression that you would?

Copying the couples around you, the two of you bowed at eachother.

\\

Storm opened the door to her garden and you were swamped in heat.

From the floor to the ceiling there was greenery, an array of floral arrangements and confusing smells.

She led you to a small wooden table where there were little sproutlings. “These are the newest, Hank and I have been trying to genetically modify plants.”

“Why?” The question was genuine.

“To release more oxygen, to get better herbal remedies. Aspirin came for a willow tree, think of what else we could do. The illnesses we could help.”

She was so inherently good. A prime example of a caregiver. That's why she and T’Challa were an exceptional couple. They helped so many people in your world. Mutant and Human alike.

“Do-” Should you ask? Was it allowed? “Do you know T’Challa?”

Her eyes betrayed nothing. “I do know him, we've met briefly.”

“Oh.”

Met briefly?

They weren't a couple?

Storm wasn't a queen?

“Why's that?”

No, you really shouldn't have asked. Committing rookie mistake after rookie mistake. You couldn't tell her in case she sought out or avoided her life.

“No reason.” Your head shook and you took a step back, making a hasty exit. “I'm going to go, I’ll see you around.”

//

You were laying on the grass again. It had been a fucking terrible day.

You hadn't been able to save them.

Your fields hadn't stretched fast enough. Fifty students were dead. And the remainder had taken Erik up on his offer and joined Genosha.

All because you thought it would be fun to go on a school trip.

You should've known better.

Should've known despite the galas and love when you saved the day, the humans wouldn't accept you.

At least the Sentinels made it quick.

“Y/N.” Logan spoke next to you, he was sitting. When did he get there? “It isn't your fault baby.”

Those words caused your tears to reappear, face contorting in sorrow.

“Come here.” He pulled you upwards and into his lap, stroking your hair.

He and Scott had taken the Sentinels out whilst you failed at your one job.

“It isn't your fault.” He spoke slower. “You are not to blame.”

“Bu-but I couldn't.” You hiccuped. “They're dead.”

“You saved more than I could've.” He smoothed your hair. “I'm serious, what could my claws do? Your fields saved people.”

You let him shush and run his fingers through your hair. You didn't deserve this but loved him. Loved that he still cared. He didn't push you to the side because of what happened.

The two of you just sat there, you nestled in-between his legs, your temple on his collar.

“I wanna ask you something.”

You tensed up. Here it comes. Just rip the bandaid off, just break up quick please.

“Will you-” He chuckled. “Calm down.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, you relaxed slightly. “Y/N, I want you to be my wife.”

That was nowhere near what you had thought he wanted to say. You pulled back to stare at his face. “What?”

“Be my bride?” His eyes crinkled as he smiled sweetly down at you. “I wanted to wait, to take you out, spoil you but today proved we might not have a tomorrow. Showed me I should just ask.”

You had no words.

Hell yeah, you wanted to be his wife!

But you'd killed people.

You weren't worth the loving gaze he was giving you.

You couldn't. Shouldn't.

“Y/N. Talk to me, what's happening?”

He knew you too well.

When you had your hysterectomy you'd vowed to be honest with him. That you'd get through anything together. “I don't deserve your love.”

Logan let out a scoff that turned into a disbelieving laugh. “Yes. Yes, you do. I'm the one that doesn't deserve yours.” He wiped your fresh tears and kissed your nose. “I've done horrible things but being with you-I love you so much. You make me better."

You sunk back into him. What he had done didn't matter. You didn't care. He was Logan. And you were Y/N. It was always Logan and Y/N. You two vs the world.

Maybe he felt the way you did.

He didn't care that you made mistakes, like you didn't care he had.

“Okay.” You nodded. “Yeah. Let's get married.”

Logan grinned maniacally and kissed you. His thumbs wiped your tears as he deepened the kiss.

It was wet and you both were both still fairly shellshocked but it was perfect.

Logan produced a small box - black velvet - and you knew what would be in there. “Had this a while.” He opened the box and placed the ring on your finger.

It was a simple band with a small diamond. A man of practicality, if you were to wear this daily it couldn't be too flashy, not when you suited up as an X-Man.

@littlecrowtime @geeksareunique @lovelyvaderx @br3nt-12 @st1nkabutt @maximumchilddreamland @catiwinky @ravenmedows @electricreader @vulgarfuckinvirgo77 @bisasterbisexual @tzurue @narniansmagic @seamlessepiphany @4ria790 @caramelatae @mei-simp @slightlymediocree @h0n3y-l3m0n05

“It's beautiful.” You admired your hand in his. He kissed your temple again and pulled you in tighter.

.

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Part 15

[poursomesunaonme]

teacher’s lounge

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: what’s a better start to your hungover morning than a fling with the pain in your ass in the teacher’s lounge? nothing!

wc: 5.3k

cw: reader is hungover, enemies to fuckers..? lmao, gojo thinks he’s a therapist, size kink, semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, lots of teasing, nipple play, hand kink!, praising, gojo is a cocky ass mf, protected sex, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart)

a/n: rewrite of one of my first goj fics, love this sob <333

The satisfying hiss of the coffee maker was music to your ears as you leaned against the counter, the light  of the sun peeking over the horizon gently flooding in through the blinds.  Your fingers massaged the ache in your temples, trying desperately to alleviate the throbbing hangover that had been bothering you all morning.  The coffee dripped into the pot at an agonizingly slow pace, the strong scent invading your nose, attempting to clear up your foggy headache.

Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the pot to finish brewing.  Of course, you would kill yourself trying to be nice by making a whole pot for everyone to enjoy, but in the process, drive yourself over the edge of impatience - or rather, insanity.  You were tempted to snatch the pot and guzzle the liquid straight from the spout.  Your whole body ached with the worst effects of last night’s drunken stupor, providing a vignette of how the rest of the day would go.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as the coffee neared the finish line.  Frustration pulsed through your veins, fueled by your sickly physical state.  Last night had just been another fucked up date as any, so you weren’t even sure why you were even a tad frustrated at this point.  All guys were the exact same.

Nothing was going to change for you, no matter how much you tried, no matter where you looked.  There wasn’t a handsome stranger waiting for you at the bar, no kind gentleman to help you pick up your groceries after he accidentally bumped into you and knocked them out of your arms.  Real love was only found in fairy tales.  A wry smile found its way to your face as you chuckled at your cynic commentary of life this early in the morning on a school day.

A sigh escaped your lips as the coffee maker coughed out the last few drops.  You didn’t hesitate to seize the pot and pour yourself a steaming hot cup, adding creamer and sugar.  You grabbed a stirrer and approached the window of the lounge, watching the sun rise over the buildings.  It was a miracle that you even got out of bed this morning.

The styrofoam cup met your lips just as the door to the lounge flung open behind you, hitting the doorstop with a dramatic bang.  The coffee threatened to spill over the sides of the cup as you jumped, scared by the sudden noise.  You whirled around, seeing none other than Gojo Satoru grinning widely at you as he strode to the kitchenette.

“Good morning!” he exclaimed.  His eyes glimmered at the sight of a pot of coffee already made.  He took to pouring himself a cup without another word.  You turned around and peered through the blinds, surveying the still-empty campus, all while blatantly ignoring him.  His footsteps approached where you were standing.  You could sense his body next to yours.  The baited silence was only an attempt to conceal the fact that he was perturbed at your lack of response.  The hot coffee seared down your throat, bringing tears to your eyes.  Anything to avoid talking to the pain in your ass.

“Jeez, tough crowd.  You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

With a dramatic eyeroll, you decided to dignify his comment with a response.  “Thanks, Gojo.  I appreciate it.”  You couldn’t help the venom that laced your voice.  The presence of the epitome of pride was the cherry on top to your already shitty morning.  If all men were the same, he was a cut above - the worst of the worst.

“I’m guessing it was that date last night?” he inquired, much to your surprise at his knowledge of your affairs.  Your turned to face him as he shrugged innocently.  “I overheard you talking about it before the weekend.”

Your mind flashed back to the only time you mentioned the date at school.  It had been during your lunch duty the previous Friday, sitting with one of your coworkers as you surveyed the business of your students.  

“Uh-huh.”  The sun continued its lazy climb.  You checked your watch, sighing as you knew that most of your coworkers wouldn’t stop by the lounge for another thirty minutes or so.  Your lack of planning really did you in this weekend, as explained by your presence in school this early in the morning to catch up on work you didn’t finish.

“So how’d it go?”  You knew that the questions wouldn’t stop flowing from his mouth until you answered and stroked his ego a bit.  You rolled your eyes, going to sit down in your favorite chair as you prepared yourself for the interrogation that would get you out of this situation as quickly as possible.  Satoru followed suit and took a seat on the couch across from you.  He set his cup on the table and leaned forward.  His elbows rested comfortably on his knees.

“It sucked.”  You squirmed under what you assumed was his gaze.  Even with his blindfold on, his eyes still pierced through you as if they were bare and searching your innermost thoughts.

“Okay, what sucked about it?”  The questions showed no signs of stopping.  Your nerves began to fray at the incessant prying.

“What are you, my shrink?” you barked.  His expression didn’t change from his usual soft - borderline cocky - smile.  He knew he was getting to you; it was the kind of thing he got off on.  You wanted to throw the scalding coffee on him.  

“No, but am I not your friend?”  His voice dripped with a sweetness that threatened to make your teeth rot.

“Nope.”  You didn’t hesitate to squash his pride, but nothing in his demeanor gave away your victory.  You watched him intently as he took another sip of his coffee and swished it around in the cup.

“Well, all that nastiness aside, back to the dating thing.  You win some, you lose some.  That’s the fun of it!”

The enthusiasm in his voice made you sick.  And it wasn’t just that.  You were frustrated, hungover, tired, and he was… him.  Awfully annoying, an eternal optimist (a naïve child), and proud as hell.  And he could be all those things without much consequence because he was Gojo Satoru, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer.  As much as you hated to admit it.  And all those infuriating facts were why you disliked him so much - because he never let anyone forget it.

“We have very different perceptions of dating,” you muttered.  It wasn’t like you were dating for marriage, but an emotional connection was nice from time to time.  You sighed, seeing the coffee level in your cup dipping dangerously low.  You swirled it around, deciding it was best to get more.  It was already working its way into your system, bringing your exhausted body somewhat back to life.  You stood up, watching as Satoru downed the rest of his cup’s contents.

“Believe me, I’m well aware,” he laughed and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.  You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to speak at his crypticness, but he spoke before you could get a word out, extending his empty cup to you.  “Get me some while you’re up?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you shot at him.  “And no, get your own.”

“Whatever you say,” he shrugged and stood, towering over you.  You turned tail and stormed towards the pot, determined to ingest enough liquid gold to get you to function for the day.  Unfortunately, his long strides beat you to the pot.  He snatched it before you could get a grip on the handle.

You watched, your eyes burning, as he poured his cup.  With a grin, he gestured for yours.  You both stood still for a moment before he made it clear that he wasn’t going to put the pot down for you to use.  Begrudgingly, you held it up and he filled it.  The warmth of the coffee began to seep through the styrofoam and over your palm once again.  

With a deep breath, you suddenly become acutely aware of how close you were to Satoru.  A tinge of blush rose to your cheeks as you ducked your chin to your fluttering chest, trying to hide the reaction you had never experienced around him.

“You’re not very fond of me, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away?”  A sly smile rose to your face without warning.  In an effort to conceal it, you turned around to pour creamer and sugar into the cup.  You idly stirred it all together while walking back to sit down.  You thought Satoru was following close behind.  Instead, you heard the door of the lounge close quietly, as if he were attempting to conceal it.  He didn’t bother to answer your question.  

With the door closed, it was just the two of you in what was beginning to seem less and less like an impromptu therapy session.  With the door closed, you felt as if there was no escape from the man.  With the door closed, you were just a bird in a cage, being watched by a man who obviously wanted to hear you sing for him.

You settled back down, crossing one leg over the other, watching through lidded eyes as Satoru sat, spreading his legs and draping his arms over the back of the couch.  His shirt was unbuttoned just two buttons below of what it should’ve been.  It was enough to avoid a dress code violation but also give off the relaxed teacher vibe to students and a “I’m a slut but on the down-low” vibe to the rest of the adult world.  In any case, with the way his arms were spread and his shoulders opened up, a peak of his chest shone through.  You tried your best to avoid staring at the glimpse of a chiseled masterpiece, but if that was what just his chest looked like, you wanted to see the rest of him.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to reign in your thoughts.  Why why why?  Why now, of all times, were you lusting after this prick?  Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t gotten good dick in a few months.  Maybe it was the fact that he was the only man who gave you attention, as much as it bothered you to no end.  A sigh escaped your lips.

“Back to our conversation,” you began, hoping that talking would help your mind to clear, “dating isn’t as fun when all the guys see you as a slab of meat to fuck.”

Your eyes searched him for a bodily reaction that you knew wouldn’t come.  He could also win the award of “most difficult person to read in human history.”  He tilted his head down with a look that you couldn’t quite fully determine without seeing his eyes.  You took a sip of your coffee to ease the discomfort you felt.

“That’s not how I see you.”  Your heart skipped a beat as it screamed to control every muscle in your body that wanted to jump him.  You hung on his words as he piped up, albeit quieter.  “… at least, not all the time.”

Your eyebrows jumped, but you quickly regained control of your reactions, returning your face back to its resting expression.  Your cheeks heated, knowing that he could see straight through you even though you couldn’t even ascertain what you yourself wanted.

“You really think you’re a therapist now, eh, Gojo?”

“Of course, it’s just because I’m the best!”  His signature catch phrase was like nails on a chalkboard, but it easily helped you ground yourself on the fact that you hated him.

“For fuck’s sake, we know.”

“Yes!  The best at fighting, the best at teaching, and…”  He lifted his blindfold to reveal one of his cosmic eyes.  Your heart skipped a beat as you melted under his gaze.  You wouldn’t be able to hold onto sanity for much longer now.  But you decided that you might as well try your best.

“Let me guess,” you spat coldly, “sex?”

He laughed, the sweet sound ringing through the air as he let the blindfold fall to cover his eye once again.  Your breath came easier that you weren’t directly under his scrupulous stare.  “I was pausing for dramatic effect and going to put it in a more tasteful way… but yes.”

You rolled your eyes.  “I’m sure.”  It wasn’t anywhere close to a lie.  And that’s exactly why you didn’t leave the lounge the second he walked in.  Another stream of coffee flowed down your throat as you began to feel normal, last night’s hangover almost completely dissipated.

“You want me to prove it to you?”  Without warning he stood, rising to his full height while you sat.  He was so big.  You seemed so small.  You were frozen in place as he sauntered around the back of your chair.  The hair behind your neck stood on end as you felt him come to a stop and gently rest a hand directly behind you.  Everything in your body strung taught at the proximity of his unmatched energy.  His abandoned cup of coffee sat full on the table.

“Last night seems to have taken a toll on you,” he purred, his hand moving to glide over your shoulder and down your arm, rustling the fabric of your blouse.  You tried to hide a visual shiver as goosebumps spread all over your body.  His fingers trailed up your arm, across your shoulder, until they reached your neck.  You held your breath as his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up, as his palm was resting on the side of your head.

Shit, the man’s hands were ginormous.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you wind down.”  His voice had lowered significantly as he leaned over, grinning devilishly at you.  You swallowed, the bump in your throat brushing against his long fingers.

“In the teacher’s lounge, nonetheless,” you sneered to his amusement.  Your head tilted down gently and he took the hint and released you.  The rustle of his clothes indicated movement as he came around the chair and squatted next to it, crossing his arms on the armrest and setting his head on them.  He seemed so innocent.

“I couldn’t think of a better place!  It makes it a lot more fun.”

Silence settled between you as you tried to gauge whether or not this was a sick joke while also trying to battle the fact that literally could anyone could walk in, even a student as they would most likely be starting to arrive to their classes, and the fact that you were seriously about to fuck a man that annoyed the everliving shit out of you.

“Gojo… you’re serious?”

His smile made his answer undeniable.  “Yes.”

He raised his head, the smile still plastered giddily on his face.  The corners of your mouth turned upwards into a gentle smile of your own as you leaned towards each other.  The collision of your lips was nothing but satisfying as you instantly melted into putty.  Every grudge, every annoyance, every dislike of him melted away as the pillowy cushion of his lips touched yours.

Realizing you still held the cup of coffee in your hands, you broke the contact as much as you hated doing it.  Satoru noticed and plucked the cup from your hand, moving to set it down on the table.  Still on his knees, he situated his body to face yours, squeezing himself between your chair and the table.

The tension built as his hands trailed from your ankles up your legs, causing you to press your thighs together inadvertently.

“Oh, now you wanna be shy?” he cooed, his hands reaching the bottom of your skirt.  His nimble fingers gently hooked underneath it, pulling it upwards to reveal more of you.  You bit your lip as you scooted farther down the chair so that he could get your clothing out of the way easier.  

A grin rose to his face as he tore off his blindfold to be able to see all of you.  Breath hissed through his teeth as he saw your panties and the wet spot that you had just begun to feel.  The skin of your knuckles lightened as you gripped the armrests while Satoru’s hands pushed your skirt under you so that he had a full view of your bottom half.

“You say you hate me, but this suggests otherwise,” he teased, running a finger over your clit through your panties.  You gasped, hips bucking at the sudden contact, not even bothering to answer him with a smart retort.  He pulled down your panties to your knees swiftly, the cold air exacerbated by the dampness of your center.  In a swift motion, he ducked his head under your panties, swinging your legs over his shoulders.  

The closeness of him almost sent you into cardiac arrest as his hot breath ghosted against your aching sex.  He pressed a painfully slow kiss to your clit, looping his arms around your thighs to grip the soft flesh.  You let out a whimper as your head tilted back, finally accepting that this was going to happen and you were going to have to settle with Satoru to give you the fucking you needed.  Not like you knew it was going to be settling of any type - you weren’t the first teacher to be fucked by him, and you’d heard all the stories.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice nearly sending you spiraling as they flowed over your cunt, “eyes on me.”

You looked down at him inquisitively, then watched with bated breath as his impossibly beautiful eyes glinted while he licked a stripe from your opening to your clit.

“Christ, quit being such a tease,” you breathed, tangling your fingers in his soft white hair, tugging him closer.  The warmness of his body trapped between your thighs was too much.

“Quit being so impatient,” he shot back, resisting your pulling easily.  He kissed your cilt once again, then took it into his mouth, sucking gently.  Your breath hissed between your teeth as your legs began to shake.  You weren’t even a minute and a half into this and you were unbelievably sensitive.

He released you with a satisfying pop, then decided that you had done enough waiting.  He dove face first into you, eating you with a ferocity that nearly sent the chair tumbling backwards onto the floor.  You held onto him, your breathing becoming uneven as his expert moves pushed you towards an orgasm at a rate you had never experienced before.

You watched him in wonder, heart skipping beats every time his eyes fluttered upward to see what pretty face you were making in response to his tongue.  One of your hands left his hair and settled on his hand.

“Satoru… finger me, please?” you asked meekly, blush spreading across your cheeks.  The change in your demeanor gave you whiplash, but at the sight and feeling of this man between your legs, he could change anyone’s mind.  It was embarrassing, but you’d chalk it up to the nature of man.

“You’ve never called me Satoru before,” he commented, his mouth still full of you.  “But since you asked nicely, yes.”

His arm left your thigh cold as he untangled himself from your limbs, cramming his arm into the space between him and yourself.  He licked his pointer and middle finger, eyes locked in a gaze with yours.  You couldn’t help but sink further into the couch, knowing that he was about to fingerbang you into oblivion.  With a sly smile, he gently massaged your clit with his fingers, then slid them easily inside of you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot easily.

A cry attempted to rip itself from your lips and was promptly stopped by a refusal to open your mouth.  Satoru watched you squirm as he began to rub where you needed him most, his eyes twinkling with lust.

“I’ve never seen you like this before.  Can’t say if I like it more than your usual demeanor, ‘cause it’s equally entertaining to me.”

All you managed was a whimper with a vain attempt to keep your eyes open.  He smiled against you, exhaling a puff of warm breath that made you twitch.  With a seductive narrow to his eyes, he began to eat you out once again, with more fervor than before.  You couldn’t say you were surprised given how the whole situation escalated so quickly.  But you just couldn’t control yourself.  You were so desperate, so needy, that your body had a mind of its own.  Whimpering, sweet noises fell out of your mouth with ease as you began to grind your hips on his face. 

“Did I tell you how sweet you taste?  God, it’s like candy.”  He paused for a moment to look up at you.  His lips moving around your clit was almost as good as when he focused on devouring you.  “And you know how much I love candy.”

You were surprised that someone hadn’t come in already, as you began to hear the shuffling of feet and voices as students began to enter the halls.  You tried your best to keep your moans at a minimum level, but Satoru really was a pussy-eating champ.  You couldn’t even form any kinds of responses to the comments he’d been making - you were a complete mess.

Within another two minutes he had you on the verge of an orgasm.  He noticed the lack of rhythm in you grinding on him, and intensified his game.  You were getting tired, you were getting uncoordinated.  You were oh so close.  Your eyes rolled back into your head as a moan tore through your lips, signifying your push over the edge.  His fingers plunged deeper into you, pushing harder on that magic button as he licked and sucked on your throbbing clit.

“F-fuck, Satoru!”  Another moan left your mouth as you slapped your hand over it to cover up the sound of your hookup.  He laughed against your sensitive bud of nerves, augmenting the pleasure as the waves of your climax washed over you.

“I know, I know,” he murmured as your body jerked with the throes of probably the best orgasm you ever had.  Your hand moved from your mouth to your eyes as you took a deep breath, trying to recover a slower heart rate.

Without warning, Satoru ducked under your panties and with one hand, yanked them up.  With the other, he pulled your skirt down, not bothering to make sure that everything was all neat, straight, tidy, or in the right place.  He stood up and swiftly took his seat, picking up a newspaper and sipping his coffee like nothing happened.  Combined with your lack of awareness from that orgasm and the superhuman speed of him, you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Satoru…?” you started, then heard voices outside of the door.  Your panties were still around the middle of your thighs, you didn’t have the time to adjust them before the handle twisted and a group of teachers entered.  You huffed, smoothing your hair down and leaning forward to grab your coffee.  

You gave your salutations as they crowded around the coffee pot, chattering about their own weekends as Satoru and you sat in silence.  The sexual tension buzzed like a swarm of hornets between you, and as much as you wanted to grab his hand and waddle back to your classroom to fuck him there, you knew that there would be students there already.  You would just have to wait till everyone left.  You didn’t look at Satoru, knowing that he would shoot you a wink or a smirk and would have you jumping him in front of everyone.

“What are you up to in the lounge this late in the morning?” a teacher’s voice addressing you rang out from the cluster that was beginning to disperse out of the room, to your relief.

“Taking a minute to prepare for the day.”  You didn’t exactly lie.  “Had a hell of a weekend, but I’ll tell you about it at lunch.”

She nodded, calling out to Satoru, who waved amicably.  And with that final goodbye, the rest of the teachers quickly filed out to get to their respective rooms before school started.

“Well if you wanted it to take a minute, you could’ve just said so,” Satoru joked.  

“I would think that the strongest would last longer than that,” you scoffed.

An expression that nearly made you cower in your chair crossed over his face before dissolving into that all-too-sweet smile.  As much as it scared you, it excited you.  He stood, starting to unbuckle his belt.  A wicked smile crept to his visage.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who just finished in less than five minutes.  Now are we doing this or what?”

The ball was in your court.  And he was right.  You really had no place to dog on him for his skills because he actually was good.  And if you really wanted to see how long he lasted, you’d have to call in sick until summer vacation.  

So, you rolled your eyes as you rose from your seat and turned, kneeling on it.  You braced your hands on the back of it, shaking your ass tauntingly at him as your panties fell down your thighs.  The cool air hit your heat instantly, drawing a soft breath from your lips.

“Alright then, showoff, set a record for me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Your head whipped around, cheeks heating and chest tightening at the sight of him tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth and swiftly slipping it over that pretty, pretty cock.

“You always carry condoms with you?”

“You always deflect from a question with another question?”

“Christ, you’re the worst,” you muttered, stifling a jolt through your body when his hands pushed your skirt up over your ass.  You bit your lip to ward off a moan when he massaged the muscles and spread them to reveal your dripping center.  He whistled, lightly spanking your ass as he pressed himself between your folds, making sure it was wet enough to slide in comfortably.  

Your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock sliding against your clit.  Again and again it caught on the aching bud, your entire body seizing over and over in response.  How long was he going to take if the bell was going to ring in just a few minutes?

But you groaned when the fat tip slid in, just a delicious taste of the stretch that the rest of him would bring.  A low, guttural groan tore itself from his lips as you squeezed the tip over and over, inviting the rest of him in.  Your nails dug into the fabric of the chair as every vein of his shaft brushed against your walls until you were filled up.  And the worst part was that in this position, he couldn’t even bottom out.  Your stomach fell to acknowledge that he was that big.  For a few seconds, though, he didn’t even bother to start moving his hips.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” you snapped.  You physically didn’t have the time for his games.  You wiggled your ass slightly to get some friction, gasping when it worked, his pretty, veiny cock dragging against your walls.  You shuddered, then just barely began to fuck yourself on him.

“You haven’t started a timer for the record yet.”

“If your dick wasn’t in me right now, I’d cut it off.”

“Oh, but you’re so tight, I’m thinking you just might,” he whispered in your ear.  In a flash, his hands grabbed your waist and it was off to the races.  “Make sure to keep time, pretty girl.”

Within seconds, the impossibility of his entire cock burying within you became a reality, filling you up to the brim.  You whimpered as he snaked a hand under you, rubbing your clit to bring you closer to your high.  His other hand effectively controlled your body, pulling you back on his cock to push himself deeper over and over again.

You lost track of where your edges were, nearly dissolving into the chair as the tingling in your toes spread to your entire body.  Everything was warm and sweaty, everything was Satoru.  His chest pressed against your back as he stooped down, his hand electing to sneak inside your shirt to tweak at your nipple instead of holding your waist.  He rutted into you now, his cock impossibly deep and showing no signs of retreat.

“Satoru… ‘m close.”

“You gonna cum with me, sweetheart?”  His breathing was ragged in your ear.  You nodded, unable to form the words as he planted kisses on your neck.

The sweet touches were enough to push you over.  Without warning, an unbelievably loud moan tore through your lips as pleasure washed over you completely.  Satoru’s hand slapped over your mouth, as you had no motor capabilities to do it yourself.  His cock spasmed within you as he came in response to your walls squeezing and milking him dry.

Together you rocked, your sweaty bodies in ecstasy as you rode out your highs.  Stars swam in your vision as this orgasm was impossibly better than the last.  Glimmering lights were all that you could see for a good few seconds before Satoru pulled out at the sound of the bell signaling the move for students to make it to class before being late.  

Your eyes widened and a gasp escaped your lips at the emptiness.  He pulled up your panties and yanked down your skirt, waving away your protests at the discomfort of it.

“So you’ll remember this,” he chuckled at your waddling, trying to get used to the uncomfortable wetness between your legs.  He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it away.   You were about to object, but you stopped, knowing that nothing you would say would convince him to throw it away elsewhere.  He grabbed his blindfold and set it deftly to its normal position. 

“Like I’ll ever forget it,” you rolled your eyes, fixing your clothes and hair to make sure that nothing was amiss before you had to face a classroom of students.   You picked up your cup of coffee, fiddling with your panties to make the cooling dampness bearable.  Just when you thought you could exist comfortably for the rest of the day, Satoru made it even more difficult.  You gave up fiddling with your clothes and found that he was waiting by the door for you.   You strode over to him.

“So, how’d I do?” he smirked.

“I didn’t take the time,” you shot back, pushing past him.  He reached over you, which of course you huffed at and he ignored, holding the door open.  You quickly set off down the hall to where your classrooms were unfortunately across the hall from each other.  It didn’t look suspicious at all that you were late… together.

As much as you hated to admit it, last night’s shitshow had already been forgotten in the wake of Satoru’s gift.  Depending on how desperate you would be in the future, this posed a beneficial relationship for you, if you could only get past the fact that he was an incessant annoyance.

“I hope you have a wonderful day,” he grinned from his door, waving.  “You’ll have to update me on how your next dates go!”

You rolled your eyes, not dignifying the comments with a response.  You strolled into the classroom, smiling at your bleary eyed students.  And just before you shut the door, ready to apologize for the wait and delve into your lesson, you heard a whisper from across the hall.

“Three minutes, twenty-seven seconds.”

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[bambi-kinos]

Why do you think Paul keeps saying to this day that John was really sweet. He really wasn't. He treated everyone like shit including Paul. Because he feel he has to? Because he was killed and people made him into something he wasn't? I don't blame John for this ). Or but because he was in love with him and that's what he remembers. John doesn"t deserve it. He's even overrated. Both P and G was/is better. I just don't get how someone like Paul who's a better man, artist and person keeps giving J so much credit. I'm not a new fan of the Beatles or Paul. I really can only see it that he was in love with him.

What else is Paul supposed to do?

Idk man I think Paul is just doing his best with what he has. He's never going to get closure on their relationship. He's never going to get an explanation that satisfies him. So he has to work with what he's got.

You have the wrong end of the stick on this, Paul isn't trying to give John credit that he hasn't earned. Paul is trying to move on from what John did to him by focusing on the good moments and remembering who John was before he was brain damaged by heroin and LSD. If your boyfriend has a TBI that changes his entire personality, is that really your boyfriend anymore? Is he really still himself? These are the questions Paul has wrestled with and it looks like he's realized he's never going to get an answer.

So he's focusing on what he does know which is that the John he knew and fell in love with was a sweet kid who sometimes let his insecurities rule him. But he was still a loving person who cared about Paul and was his closest friend for years.

Furthermore: if John was actually the raging dickhead that the internet thinks he is then he would not have had any friends to begin with. People with truly no redeeming characteristics who are assholes all the time don't get friends who defend them even after they die. The truth is that John was not actually a prick all of the time. Otherwise no one could have stood being around him. Paul calls John sweet because he knew the John that was a sweet guy, the guy that Paul loved.

You're also falling for John's own propaganda a bit. John never stopped projecting the image of being a cynical hard bitten street tough that intimidated everyone into submission with his temper. John occasionally admitted that all of this was an act (see his comments at playacting the Teddy Boy image while not actually being a gang member and why he felt he had to do it.)

But the truth is he never stopped projecting the "I'm an asshole you better not fuck with me" thing. All of this "I'm an irredeemable asshole I hate George and Paul!!!" is pure fakery. The very qualities you don't like were fabricated in large part by Yoko as part of a propaganda campaign, and from what I've read in the Dakota Years memoirs, this propaganda was out of John's control from the moment he started the Lennon Remembers interviews. John is just as much a victim of information warfare as Paul is, he just reacted to it differently and used it to barricade himself away from Paul.

That doesn't mean you have to like John or feel sorry for him or agree with Paul's decisions to try and leave the damage behind. You are reacting to the fact that Paul is visibly in pain when he talks about this stuff. He's bleeding in public and there's nothing no one can do to help him. The wounds are permanent. It is, in fact, rage inducing. John isn't here to speak for himself and try to explain. What else can we do as observers except be angry.

But Paul McCartney is 82 years old.

He's close to the end.

He doesn't want to do that, doesn't have time for it, doesn't want to spend his last years rehashing this shit.

Is there an alternative for him? All he can do now is try to make peace with it while he's alive and then he can finally get closure with John when he moves on to the next stop.

Paul doesn't call John 'sweet' for the sake of John's image. He does it to remind himself of the boy he fell in love with in 1957. Because he doesn't have a lot of time left and he wants to spend it being in love with John, not being angry at him. Paul is doing this for Paul. Simple as.

[tiktaalic]

the thing about. the end of supernatural. what you have to understand. about the end of supernatural. is that i am no fool. i pride myself on not being a fool, even. i am so set in my unfoolish ways that i naysayed for weeks prior to 15.18. i was bringing a Bad Vibe. I was bringing a you can just choose not to be queerbaited by supernatural in 2020 vibe. i was bringing a idk guys i think the tenth year they pull the football and you fall for it. it IS on you . vibe. only to. watch 15.18. and get egg on my face. but this did not deter me. from my commitment to being unfoolish. i continued to say things like. well contracts for actors are often for a maximum amount of episodes and not actual amount of episodes. i watched gamey thrones i played the heres how jamlam can still win game. this piece of evidence iknow it and we can discard it. i continued to say things like. maybe we should ignore aaaaaaall the metatextual stuff and tweets and boards and instagram posts which are imo too wishy washy and conspiratorial and not a great leg to stand on even when it looks like it. and look purely. at the story. but. heres the thing. when i . noted cynic. noted hater. noted pessimist. noted bringing a theres not going to be destiel in supernatural you stupid fucking bloggers. well. i started to . hesitantly. go. well. i think. the logical conclusion. of these pieces. is that it gets addressed? that they address this huge plot point that is the culmination of 12 years? i'm worried isound like a crazy person who makes 200 page powerpoints about how insert pairing here is going to be canon but. all i am saying is that. it makes sense. narratively. to follow up. on a plot point. that killed a major character. and recontextualized. 12 years. of a relationship. AND THEN I WAS CRAZY! I WAS EXPECTING TOO MUCH! I WAS READING INTO THINGS! AND THEY DIDN'T!

[anderscim]

well, now that the first (and second, but i wrote this before seeing the second) episode of chapter 2 part 2 is out, there is one major thing i should address:

✦ what the fuck, david?

// spoilers for DRDT up to ch2 ep12 + implied tally5 spoilers

is there much else i can say here, honestly?

as you can probably tell already, this is more of a reaction post than anything.

i'm simply just... kinda surprised by some of David's actions here. especially regarding his view with Xander. saying that he’ll “do anything to follow in Xander’s footsteps” (paraphrased) even if it means stooping down to the lowest of lows for it, insisting that Xander was a good person, even claiming that his attempt to kill Teruko (and the rest of the class) might’ve been justified… it's almost as if more than anything, David holds Xander to what's nearly a position of worship. i knew from the start that David idolized Xander to some extent, but i never expected it being this… intense. it’s kinda as if he doesn’t see Xander as human, you know?

but do you know what finally makes sense now as a result of David’s behavior?

…

that’s right. tally fucking 5.

or more specifically, the text under the image. i won’t show it to you guys, but most should hopefully know what i’m talking about. (*･ω･)ﾉ (if you don’t, feel free to send me a DM and i can help you there!)

//spoilers for tally5

• • •

firstly: it’s (as far as this episode goes) very true that David idolizes Xander to all ends—and seems to have a vague idea about his goal in ending the killing game (or at least, killing Teruko). and that because of this, David himself took action to follow that goal, even if it meant looking like a “villain” to the rest of the cast. (the reason he told Teruko after that was definitely made up on the spot, but his sentiments about Xander when he was starting to explain why he acted the way he did were—as far as i’m aware—quite genuine).

secondly: he couldn’t understand what Xander’s true plans were, or the exact reason behind his attempt to kill Teruko, but he holds Xander to such a morally correct standard that he… pretty much concluded that he must’ve had a justifiable reason behind it. (and so far, we know that Xander had a reason at the very least. it’s unknown if it was justifiable, but it definitely is a reason.)

thirdly: well, i think this is self-explanatory.

pay attention to how David says “it’s an action that you have to take.” almost as if it was an obligation for him, and that he couldn’t have done anything else.

fourth…ly? this is just something very clearly implied within the LGI MV—the drosophila, the albino mouse, and other elements used show that David more or less sees himself as a “model organism” and not exactly as a true human in its actual meaning. his pessimistic and cynical view of the world (as we saw from ep11—even if he did exaggerate it a bit in his theatre-kid heel-turn, i think he still believes it to be true) adds to this even more—if even humans can’t change, David definitely wouldn’t be capable of ever becoming human in the first place.

5. that’s why footnote 13 is associated with correctness. because no matter what happened, David will believe that Xander was a good person. he will continue to believe that what Xander did was right. and it will take him a while, if it even happens, for him to view Xander as an actual fellow human being, not as a idol of morality who was always correct.

———

obviously, this is more of a reaction that i just casually wrote at 3am, so not everything is really polished. also, who knew i’d talk about the LGI MV again? or tally5? wow, i’m really getting some nostalgia here.

i don’t even know if i fully agree with some parts in here. (-_-) but hopefully, this helps get my point across.

as always, take this with a grain of salt.

[chrkrose]

I mean I am all for girls sticking together, especially against someone like Joe Jonas who I have side-eye since forever, but if that means fawning over Taylor Swift I guess I'll pass. Especially when she did something very very similar to someone with waaaaay less power than she has in the industry. She has much more in common with Joe Jonas than with Sophie Turner. Obviously, the situations vary in terms of Sophie being a woman (so misogyny adds an awful layer to what she's going through, which Joe Alwyn doesn't have to face) and the mother of Joe's kids, which makes Joe Jonas' actions even worse, but how is it that people are forgetting how Taylor went on her own "smear campaign" against Joe Alwyn just because he dared to break up with her and /or not be willing to marry her? She painted the guy as if he was insecure and jealous of her success, implied he was holding her back, went on pap walks to drive the point home that he was keeping her "hidden" and preventing her from being her own self, made all of her friends unfollow him on social media, all of this knowing exactly how that would look like, and how that would weaponize her fans against him. The dude can't do as much as take a subway without his name going trending on Twitter with her insane fan base calling him all kinds of names. There were fans even wishing for him to kill himself, and the tweet had tons of likes. Never mind the fact she made a point of dating a racist misogynistic right after and weaponized that relationship too (because you can't tell me part of her motivation to state in public she had been the happiest she has ever been, to have the guy in all of her concerts singing along her songs when she built the narrative that Joe was unsupportive of her success wasn't a way of getting back at him). And according to her own lyrics, Joe Alwyn has a history of dealing with mental health issues, like anxiety and depression. And yet, Taylor did all of that to the person she dated for six years. It wasn't a marriage with kids, but the relationship lasted longer than Joe Jonas and Sophie's marriage and almost the entirety of Joe Jonas and Sophie's relationship. I see no difference between Joe Jonas and Taylor Swift, she just gets away with being an awful person. And unfortunately for Joe Alwyn, people bought the narrative that Taylor sold out there about him. Luckily, Joe Jonas wasn't able to stick the "Sophie is a bad mother and unfit partner" narrative to her. I also can't help but think this outing is much more PR Taylor swift seeing an opportunity to come out as a “girl’s girl” than Taylor Swift reaching out to a friend. Afterall, where was this attitude when people were calling her out for dating a racist misogynistic? Hmm yeah, she can fuck off. I also am going to be super cynical here, and it's something I've noticed about her for ages now. To me, she feels a certain validation in other women's failed relationships. Especially with a woman who got something Taylor wished had had herself.