#this is silly but it also makes me a bit excited about Coattails

[pain-in-the-butler]

discovering that Finny has a Rich Boy™ way of speaking because he learned English from Ciel, Sebastian, and Tanaka is a cool thing to know and also now he can join Bard in the category "Funimation gave you the wrong voice and now you forever sound incorrect in my head no matter what Yana says"

[msgrumpygills]

what made the colored rose glasses come off?

i can say that mine too came off a while ago and i cant believe how blind i was and i blame his fans because i remember how i was defending him even with all that shit he pulled i thought he needed protection and needed to be treated with so much care and he was big cute baby i was part of the people who got his back no matter what but he is not stopping and the amount of money he and his wife keep asking from the fans and the fans give with love is just too much for me am glad you got out i just cant wait for the others to wake up too

and speaking of walker i too hope it flopped because of his ego and his spn Easter eggs and dean sam parallels its just not fair you cant have it all dean died for sam to live even before he died in the end and jared still trying to make money of it just no!!

This is a really good question, so thank you for asking! I’m glad you got out too! It’s kinda liberating! This will probably get really long because I ramble a lot, so I apologize in advance! 

I’m not entirely sure there was a specific incident or one thing that happened that made me stop and thing, it was sort of a culmination of a few things. Firstly, I sort of lost interest in the show because I was getting tired of the fan service. I know that sounds a little silly because I was a fan, but the whole pandering to the shippers and the bad writing and for lack of a better word, ridiculous storylines, it got to be too much. I stopped getting excited to watch the show. Now that kinda happened naturally in a way because I fell behind a few weeks, but it wasn’t like when I was a hardcore fan, and I’d be waiting to catch up, I just kinda lost the push I guess? Then seeing the storylines and things, I just didn’t think “Oh wow, I really need to get caught up!” because nothing really sounded that interesting. I didn’t care about the Jack storyline, I was tired of the Dean/Cas fan baiting, all of that. I was only interested in Scoobynatural and then the episode where John comes back because I wanted to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan. 

So I was kinda disillusioned a bit about the show. I was also getting really tired of Misha’s political tweeting and his hypocrisy. I believe that was what led me to an anti blog? I can’t really remember how, but I stumbled upon an anti blog and I started reading through and realized that there was a lot going on behind the scenes that I wasn’t really a fan of. So all of these things were kind of stacking on top of the next, and I started to take those glasses off. So it wasn’t really one specific thing, it was many. 

But now I’m at this point where I’m really opening my eyes and realizing how bad things have always been, and I turned a blind eye. I was the same way as you were, needing to protect Jared the big fragile baby, standing up for everything they did. I was going through my timehop and saw some tweets defending Jared’s relentless bullying of Justin Bieber, his insensitive comments of PSH, things like that. It was embarrassing because I was only standing strong with him because I was in so deep as a fan. I mean, I never really agreed with his doxxing of random employees, but I would sort of turn a blind eye to that and just ignore it. Now I realize how stupid that was. 

I’m not saying that I regret being a fan because I don’t. I had a lot of memories, I loved the conventions (not the prices or the Creation company, but that could be an entire different post) and some of the fans were great. I still consider myself a fan of Supernatural and a fan of Jensen and Jared (but he’s pushing it), but I’m not a super fan anymore. I’m at that point where I can recognize when they screw up and can call out things that aren’t okay. I think a lot of fans are still stuck in that illusion that these guys can do no wrong, and it’s sad, but I’m sure they’ll come around at some point. I’m not saying that no one can enjoy the show or the actors or whatever, but at least call them out on their bull and don’t blindly defend everything just because it’s your fave. 

I will say that all celebrities sell things to their fans, and that’s just part of the celebrity/fan relationship. Everyone has merch, everyone does charity fundraisers, etc. What I started to get a little wary of, was everyone jumping on the Represent bandwagon and milking AKF and YANA for every single penny. The first run of AKF was great and I think it started a conversation within the fandom, and everywhere really which is great. I mean, to a point, the second and third runs were cool because I know a lot of people missed out on the first run, etc. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I bought most of the shirts released. But then Misha had to get his grimy paws in the pot and make YANA, using Jensen in the mix too. Is it great to raise money for charity? Yes. Is it cool to do that while making fans happy? Sure. What I got tired of was them milking the same thing for more money. It seemed to lose its authenticity when they kept milking it and making new things if that makes sense. 

But look at Misha and Stands; they milk EVERYTHING they possibly can to get money out of the fans. It really disappointed me that Jared moved AKF to Stands because Stands is a trash company as it is. 

The fans are paychecks to these people, and while that’s just a fact of life, they don’t need to make it so blatant. I thought Gen was bad for shilling products left and right, but Jared is getting just as bad. He’s using Jensen, his family, and Supernatural to try and shill his show and his crappy supplements. 

I haven’t watched Walker, but I’ve seen the failed attempt at trying to capture that Supernatural lightning in a bottle and that reeeeeeally rubbed me the wrong way. I’ve mentioned it before, but he’s basically taking a show that took 15 years to build its fanbase, the family, everything, and trying to do that same thing with a concept that seemed better on paper. 

I think Jared got cocky and figured that the success of Supernatural would follow him into anything he touches, and he’s quickly realizing that it’s not gonna happen. So what does he do? He rides on Supernatural’s coattails to try and bring traffic to these things. The Easter eggs aren’t “for the family”, they’re to try and get viewership up for his show that no one seems to care about as much as he expected. The forced “brotherhood” with Keegan is him just trying to recreate the J2 brotherhood for more attention and more views. After all, part of the magic of Supernatural was the boys, Sam and Dean. Jared’s having to start from scratch and trying to have the same magic and fandom that Supernatural took 15 years to grow, but right away. That’s his biggest problem. 

If anything, I hope it flops because it’s really embarrassing and a bit insulting for Jared to just move onto the next “ship” and the next “family” like Jensen was nothing. It makes the “brotherhood” and the “SPN Family” seem so fake it’s unreal. I also hope it flops so he can get a reality check and a hearty slice of humble pie because Lord knows he needs it. 

[toxykmystic]

Day 3 - @takaritsuweek

Date

Ritsu was a complete and utter mess as he tossed his wardrobe around the room. Gripping his hair in both hands he grit his teeth and scanned the scattered clothing. Why was he freaking out about this so much!? He was the one that had asked, oh gods, he’d asked Takano-san out on a date...what the hell had he been thinking?! He never should have done that and on top of that he’d actually kissed Takano-san of his own free will! He was losing his mind obviously, it was the only reasonable explanation.

Sliding down to sit on his bedroom floor he hid his face in his hands and let out a shaky sigh. It wasn’t as if he was trying to give Takano-san false hope. He knew he loved the guy it was just, just…. He was scared, so scared of being hurt again that it made his chest ache and tears burn behind his wide green eyes. But, if things continued as they were he had a feeling that he would lose Takano forever. It was this thought that drove him to his feet and got him moving. They’d been through hell over the past couple of weeks and sure, they had a lot of other things to work through, but surely spending time together would be good for both of them.

Truthfully he missed the man, the banter that terrified most of the editors outside of their small Emerald abode. He was certain that most of the fourth floor had a betting pool on who would kill the other first with all the shouting matches that happened between the pair. Well, except maybe for the Sapphire editors who most likely had a different kind of betting pool going. Enough of these useless thoughts, he had to go and pick up his date and try not to completely mess up the entire escapade.

He’d settled for a deep burgundy turtleneck sweater and a pair of pale gray slacks, slipping on his black loafers and his tan coat, laying his cream colored scarf over his shoulders just in case it started to get cold. He took several deep, calming breaths and then opened his door, squaring his shoulders he turned to look at the door to 1201. This was so weird, it used to be that Takano would be the one to drag him out to gods only knew where, now it was his turn to return the favor. That made the brunette smile a bit to himself as he stepped up to the door and took a few more deep breaths to calm himself. Lifting his finger, he hesitated for a moment, wondering if Takano ever got this nervous but then remembering that one time that Takano had lifted his hands to feel the wild pulse of his heart in his neck. Fighting down the blush as he pressed the doorbell and took a step back and waited with his heart trying to escape his chest.

When the door swung open he felt as if the air had been stolen from his lungs. Takano looked so handsome in his dark purple button down, dark slacks and trench coat with a pair of black dress shoes. Ritsu ducked his head and blushed, damn it all it was almost as if he was that stupidly shy underclassman of years gone by. “Good Evening Takano-san, um will you be comfortable walking in those shoes?” it wasn’t too far by train but still, he’d thought about taking a walk maybe afterwards just to enjoy the Autumn evening in the park that was close to where he was wanting to take Takano-san.

Masamune looked down at his feet, he usually wore these to work, then again that was in an office building. “Hold on, let me switch to my boots.” stepping back into the genkan he settled himself down to switch footwear.

“Ah! We’re not going on a hike or anything, I just thought it might be nice to take a walk afterwards, if...that’s okay with you?” Ritsu felt so silly, it wasn’t as if he was used to this sort of thing! Honestly it wasn’t as if he had gone on tons of dates in the past. He just thought it would be romantic to walk under the night sky with Takano-san, “Gah, I’ve been in shoujo too long.” he felt his cheeks heating up from his thoughts.

Masamune chuckled softly at Ritsu’s flustering, he really was too adorable for his health. But he promised himself he’d take this slow and easy. He was just so shocked and happy, hopeful honestly, that Ritsu had asked. And that kiss, he’d been stunned and staring off into space for a good ten minutes afterwards after that shock. He slipped on an older pair of dress shoes, these well broken in and easy on the feet, “You’re making it sound as if it’s a bad thing, honestly I’m so happy that you asked me out Ritsu. It was a surprise, but it’s made me incredibly happy.” He pulled himself to his feet with a grunt and gave Ritsu’s hair a ruffle which earned him a squawk of protest.

“Really Takano-san!?” patting down his tousled hair he stepped to the side of the other man, blushing furiously as they made their way to the elevator. “If you didn’t go and do something so sappy and sweet I wouldn’t have felt obligated to repay you.” He gave a little sniff and tried for a more hauty, little pampered prince expression.

“So, I take it you liked the pen?” Masamune prompted, trying to hold in chuckles at the disgruntled look the younger man shot him at the question.

“Why do you think I kissed you, idiot…” Ritsu mumbled lowly, not realising he’d spoken out loud. “Of course I liked it.” he sniped. But really, it was the note attached that had really moved his fragile heart. Takano stood close beside him on the elevator down to the ground level where they stepped off in tandem looking far too pleased with himself. He swore, sometimes he could just smack that smug look on his boss’ handsome face. Instead he settled on sighing and shaking his head. “Anyway, you were always wanting to know what I did in the time we were apart so I thought I’d show you one.” stepping out into the night air and noting the surprised expression on Takano’s face.

“What, are we going to the library?” he smiled as Ritsu sputtered cutely beside him. Really he shouldn’t tease him so much, but the man made it so easy.

“Of course not!” Ritsu huffed and then a slow blush crept up to his ears, “well… not exactly.” maybe this was the dumbest idea in the world. Gah! Why couldn’t he be like a normal person and come up with nice things to do that didn’t involve books. Then again, his life seemed to revolve around the things. Trying to ignore the grinning man beside him, well at least he was having fun, too bad it was at his expense.

“Anyway, I started to work at my father’s company right after college. I know you know this, but we’ve never really talked about what it was like. Sure, you know why I eventually left but I never told you about the good and bad things, except for the coattails riding nonsense.” his face screwing up into a look of disgust, sliding his train pass over the scanner as he led Takano to the train they’d need to take. “I was given novice authors to start out with, working with them to make their books to be the best they could be.” 

He gave a soft smile as he remembered, “it wasn’t as if I started work and suddenly had Sumi-sensei given to me on a silver platter like the others liked to make it seem. I worked hard to make it up the ladder of literature editing and I was told, true… by my Father and by my authors, that I had a talent for it. That’s one of the reasons I find myself questioning my true ability, because of all the trouble I had with shoujo manga, I thought it would be nothing in comparison to literature. I was right, but not in the way I thought, you need to have a totally different skill set than with literature and there’s so much I didn’t know at first that I still don’t know. But, if I can work with Usami Akihiko,” his face darkening at the mention of the eccentric author, “I can do anything, so I’m not giving up on mastering this genre.” 

They’d gotten off the train and were walking down the street close enough to brush against each others shoulders, “he really is a brilliant man, I remember how excited I was to work with one of my all time favorite authors.” one that he’d discovered with Takano-san when he’d been his Saga-senpai, “but I was not prepared for the hot mess that man was.” rubbing a hand over his face at the memory, the author was the one part of working in literature that he didn’t miss too terribly. “While it was amazing working with someone of such renown and skill, he was the single most stubborn, haughty, arrogant, spoilt man-child I have ever known!” he looked up at Takano-san to see him surprised.

He had just let Ritsu talk, even if he was talking about work, he was talking about previous work and a time where he couldn’t commiserate with him over any of it. He was surprised to find out that Usami had such a negative impact on the man he loves, he’d thought for sure that Ritsu would be singing his praises since he was still a huge fan of the author and he’d also written several books that Ritsu had been in charge of that had been best sellers and award winners. “Even worse than me?” he arched a dark brow down at the man, his heart faltered in his chest when he felt Ritsu’s fingers twine with his after he’d dropped his hand from his face.

“Well, in different ways yes and no, but mostly yes. He was and is the most difficult person that I’ve ever had to work with. I’m really starting to wonder if my family was the only well off one to instill manners in their offspring, because that man could not give a single damn about anyone but himself. As for his reputation, he didn’t even care about that! Luckily he’s a hermit and hates people, or else he would have been a PR nightmare. Ah, even so, he’s still my favorite author and it was amazing to work with him.” Ritsu smiled up at Takano-san, “even if I had to chase him down to get his manuscript without fail every single deadline, that’s why flying to Mutou-sensei to get her’s for the deadline didn’t seem so impossible in my head I guess.” shrugging his shoulders as he stopped in front of an old looking shop with even older looking books on display in the cases behind the window. “I had to chase that man to New York, London, Paris… he even went to Cairo once, can you believe that?! But, sometimes he stayed a little closer to home and well,” he opened the door to the shop and motioned for Takano to enter, “I found him here once and… thought about how much you’d like this place too.”

He’d never been back for that reason alone, but now it just seemed perfect as he followed Takano into the used book shop. The smell of old paper, coffee and tea permeated the air, “I found him over there, hidden behind an impressive stack of classics.” he jerked a thumb towards a chair that faced another across a low table. “But yeah, I thought you would really enjoy a place like this…” his voice drifting off, getting more and more nervous as he hoped beyond hope that he was right and Takano would find this place as enchanting as he did.

It was indescribable, what Masamune was feeling right now as his tawny eyes scanned over the rows upon rows of old tomes lovingly housed on shelves. The shop was small, cozy and quaint with a bit of what he thought may be old English charm. But since he’d never been to England and knew next to nothing of interior design, he could only guess. He was a bit awed to be standing in a place where his favorite author had been, yes he was a bit of a fanboy himself, even if he wouldn’t admit it he knew that Ritsu was aware. “How are we supposed to get home?” he turned to look down at the younger, a wry smile forming on his lips, “I want to clear out the place and take it with me.” he spoke in the hushed tone reserved for such places.

Ritsu flushed prettily and darted his emerald eyes away from Takano as his heart had sped up dangerously at that smile. “Well, I thought we’d only pick one and maybe…” he looked up shyly at the elder, “come back here together when we have the time.” biting his lip and looking away, feeling the heat of his blush reaching for his toes.

Masamune was stunned yet again, did Ritsu basically ask him on another date in the future? Yeah, sure it wasn’t the typical place you’d think of taking someone for a romantic date, but for two total book nerds like themselves, it was perfect. “I...would love that Ritsu.” He reached out gently to brush the back of his fingers against the younger man’s fine jaw, his heart giving a throb at the smile that shone as Ritsu looked up at him, so happy it took his breath away.

The two men moved through the shop, each looking for that perfect book while casting glances at each other through the shelves. The nostalgia was so sweet it left a warm glow in the hearts of both slowly healing men. When they were done they paid for their books and left the shop as night finally fell. Ritsu once again took Takano’s hand when he was sure that no one was around and led him on a slow walk through the park. Autumn leaves crunching under their feet and the moon high and glowing with a soft light down upon them as their hearts beat in sync on their path to the way that it should have always been. Hand in hand, side by side, together for all time.

[sailorportia]

Blue in the Face

Fandom: Little Witch Academia Pairing: Diana Cavendish x Hannah England x Barbara Parker

Femslash February 2019 [Index post] Day 16: Blue

approx. 1,200 words, rated T

also available on AO3

In which Hannah and Barbara do their damnedest to warm up a freezing Diana.

"I used to think the esteemed Diana Cavendish was a genius," Hannah said. "Little did I know how much of a buffoon you were."

"I h-h-hardly th-think that's n-n-necessary," Diana said, teeth chattering.

"No, it's perfectly necessary for us to berate you like this," Barbara argued. "It's not like your common sense will do it for you."

"I th-think I pr-preferred when you were s-s-sycophants and a-a-always agreed with m-me."

Hannah and Barbara sat on either side of Diana on her bed, fussing over their frozen friend. They had been worried when Diana was later than usual returning from her night patrol shift. When she stumbled through the door, Diana's cloak and hair were caked with snow. She was blue in the face and shivering something awful.

"Wh-what are y-y-you g-girls st-still doing up?" Diana asked.

Her bathrobe-clad team mates leapt from the ends of their beds were they'd been anxiously waiting and practically tackled her. Ignoring her protests, they shucked off her cloak and conjured up a towel to dry her off.

"What the hell were you doing outside in a blizzard?" Hannah nearly shouted.

"M-making sure n-no one was o-outside," Diana said.

"How long were you out there?" Barbara asked. "An hour?"

"I w-wanted to be th-thorough."

"Unbelievable," the best friends said in unison. Hannah and Barbara nodded to each other and dragged Diana to her part of the room. With shamelessness unbefitting of their station, they stripped Diana of her wet clothes and wrapped her up in a bathrobe. Then a few more for extra measure. They would've let Diana do it herself to spare her the embarrassment, but her fingers were too cold for such a task. And the embarrassment worked as a punishment for her foolishness. They bundled her up in bed and sat down next to her.

"I've n-never been so embarrassed," Diana said. Despite her statement, her face was red from the chill—not embarrassment—and it faded as she warmed.

"Surely that wasn't as embarrassing as the time Akko walked in on you while you were in the shower?" Hannah suppressed a giggle.

"Arguably," Diana conceded. She shook her head. "Imagine how scandalized poor Akko must've been. I hope she doesn't think any less of me."

"That's what you're worried about?" Barbara asked. "Don't worry, I'm sure she's too busy being envious of your proportions to be scandalized." She laughed at the idea of Akko trying to rival Diana in that area.

Diana frowned. "I don't think there's anything remarkable about my… proportions."

"Well, that's one thing we sycophants won't agree with you about," Hannah said. "We saw everything just now."

"I mean, no wonder Akko had a nosebleed when she ran out of that bathroom," Barbara said.

Diana rolled her eyes. "If you're quite finished with your antics, I've warmed up enough on my own. You two can go back to your beds and get some sleep."

Hannah and Barbara snickered.

"What's so funny?"

"We'll get some sleep," Hannah began.

"But not in our own beds," Barbara finished.

"What are you—my word!" Diana was beside herself as Hannah and Barbara slipped under the covers and snuggled up to her.

"We need to make sure you're warm enough," Hannah said, her voice sweet in Diana's ear. "We wouldn't want our beloved Diana losing her little toes." She ran a bare leg against Diana's, brushing their feet together.

Diana spluttered. "I'm not sure that's the proper way to go about it!"

"We're just trying to get a little heat into those cheeks," Barbara cooed. She lightly kissed Diana's aforementioned cheeks. "My, how hot they look now."

"Blushing only makes one feel warm!" Diana protested. "The dilation of blood vessels makes one vulnerable to colder temperatures!"

Hannah responded with a throaty chuckle. "It's so cute when you talk like that."

"C-cute!?" Hannah and Barbara had praised Diana innumerable ways in the past, but "cute" was a new one. "I don't understand."

"We're sort of flirting with you, silly." Barbara giggled.

Diana's brain stalled. Nobody flirted with Diana Cavendish. Made overtures of courtship, yes, but nothing so casual as flirting. The very idea of it flustered her. "I-I-I can hardly see wh-what is to be gained by that!"

"We were kind of hoping it would go somewhere," Hannah said. "Is there something wrong with trying to get with someone you admire?"

"Did you think everything we've said about you was hollow praise?" Barbara asked. "All those times we called you beautiful?"

Diana had in fact believed that. At first, she'd suspected that Hannah and Barbara were nothing more than sycophants, riding the coattails of the Cavendish heiress. She never would've expected that their devotion was indicative of attraction, that it wasn't her coattails they wanted to ride…

"It will take more than pretty words to achieve that," Diana huffed, attempting to mask her embarrassment.

"Is that a fact?" Hannah grinned. "Then what else should we do to make it happen?" She nuzzled at Diana's neck.

A shudder ran down Diana's front and settled in a very unsettling place. "I wasn't f-f-flirting back!"

"Are you sure?" Barbara asked, brushing back a loose lock of Diana's hair. "We'll back off if you say no, but aren't you even a little curious?"

Diana shivered for reasons which had nothing to do with the cold. "I'll admit to having an… intellectual curiosity." How could she not, the way Hannah and Barbara carried on with each other. She envied the intimacy they shared with one another.

"Then how about we give you a little practical demonstration?" Hannah toyed with the hem of Diana's bathrobe, her fingers ghosting over Diana's flushed skin.

"Come on, Diana," Barbara said. "Right now there's nothing between us but a couple of bathrobes." She snuggled closer. "Let us warm you up properly, Diana."

"Alright." Diana smiled awkwardly. "You two have been following me so long… I suppose it's only far that you take the lead for once."

"Is that a yes?" Hannah asked.

Diana had to keep herself from stuttering yet again. "Of course it is."

"A yes to what?" Barbara asked. "What do you want us to take the lead with?"

Diana nearly whimpered. "Are you going to make me say it?"

"We most certainly are," Hannah said. "It's best to be clear about these things."

"We wouldn't want to get the wrong idea," Barbara added.

"I want you both to take the lead with…" Diana bit her lip. "With teaching me about… intimacy." She was a little more than curious—she wanted to be touched. She wanted to be more than just admired from afar. "I… I don't want you girls to leave my bed tonight."

Hannah and Barbara exchanged excited glances. "That won't be a problem," Hannah said.

"We'll make sure you're so warmed up, you won't remember ever being cold," Barbara added.

Diana considered the next hour to be a very important educational experience. In fact, she enjoyed it so much that the morning after she dragged Hannah and Barbara back into her bed long enough that they were late to class. Their blushing as they made their excuses had little to do with their tardiness.