#this man has me whipped

[da-rulah]

I hope y'all liked my first Mary Goore fic

cause I'm writing a part 2 now lollllllll

Let me know if you wanna be added to the Mary taglist

[pirateprincessblog]

I’m sorry but Daryl Dixon bending you over his motorcycle during your ‘hunt’ and touching you with his hand wearing the biker leather glove I—

[auroracalisto]

fanfic w/ rooster being an asshole and divorcing the reader for unforeseen reasons that only come out the longer the fic gets? and it's completely his fault but the reader only gets angry the first time they see him after years of being divorced? and the entire fic is based off of the song good enough by maisie peters and i've been mulling on the fic idea the entire day?

it's definitely coming at you within the next couple of days (and it's already over 4.9k words WITHOUT editing and revising and adding it bits of description here and there). i'm dying over here

UPDATE: i did it

[hum-suffer]

193 students

Three days before the kids' preliminary exams are supposed to be finished, Jeetu paces in his house. Don't get him wrong, he's done this a lot of times by now, but he's still worried. They've got physics tomorrow and he's not had more than five calls from all of his batches for doubts. It's ridiculous, makes him want to pick at the skin of his palms.

Did he not create an approachable image? Did the students fear to come to him with their doubts? Will they succeed in those prelims? It was crucial that they did, this exam could break or make their confidence.

There's a soft burn in his throat and he'd have assumed it to be acidity if he had eaten all day or even smoked. His hands wish for another nicotine rush but he knows better. There are children who look up to him and Jeetu will be damned if he gives them anything but his best.

He's wrecking hell on his hands by the time his alarm rings. He stops it. He doesn't want to go out for a walk, not now. Everyone will be in their rooms and without students, Kota will be too empty to be enjoyable.

His door bell rings and Jeetu rushes to open it, still nervous.

Vaibhav is standing there. This slip of a kid, who's had a late admission and too much idealism, is standing there, for once without his two friends who are grasper and talker, respectively. Jeetu side steps and allows the kid in it, but he doesn't see any nervousness that he usually sees in kids. There's no frustration and no desperation to solve an issue and for someone as desperate to prove himself as Vaibhav usually is, that is very dangerous.

Jeetu is instantly worrying.

"Arre, Vaibhav. Sit, don't just stand there. Do you want tea? I was just about to make some." He was not. (Jeetu never drinks tea in the evening, it makes him stay awake a lot more than he'd like.) But Vaibhav doesn't need to know that.

From his bag, Vaibhav grabs out a thick spiral note with blue cover, much like the first assignment Jeetu had given the boy to test his drive. He holds it out and while that is unusual, Jeetu doesn't ask a question as he accepts the note. "Bhaiya," the word that had seemed so alien to that boy to use instead of &sir' slips out so casually now that Jeetu is bursting with pride for his student. "Please don't read it now. I've just come to give that to you. Abhi, I'll go back to some revision."

"Arre but at least eat something. You'll go empty handed from my house?" Jeetu says, putting down the book to go into his kitchen. He knows the authority he has, the kid won't leave until Jeetu dismisses him.

From the living room, Vaibhav protests,"Nahi, bhaiya! I just had dinner, that was why I was out, actually. Now, I'll go back to the PG." It's something else entirely because Jeetu even knows the curfew that kid has in the PG and just how much he hates his landlady.

Jeetu hums to himself as he quickly grabs some chocolates that he always has in his house for kids with family issues and bad breakups. He needs to stock up soon, he idly thinks as he returns to the living room. He hands Vaibhav the chocolates when he's too stunned to speak against Jeetu as Jeetu stands in a reprimand. "You really went to get outside food in the middle of your exams, Vaibhav?"

The kid looks sheepish. "It was my cheat day, bhaiya. Aap hi ne to kaha tha ki—"

Jeetu interrupts him. "I know what I said. But still. Try not to get sick in your exams."

Vaibhav nods obediently and pockets the chocolates. "I'll leave now, bhaiya. Read the note and wish me luck!" He bends down to touch Jeetu's feet and Jeetu pulls him, let's him go with a pat on the back and a smile.

Later, when he's sure Vaibhav got into a rickshaw, he comes back inside, to his living room. He opens the note and for a minute, only stares.

Why Jeetu Bhaiya is the best teacher, authored by 193 students.

Underneath the title, is written a note in a simple ball pen.

Happy Birthday, bhaiya.

@aarambh-hai-prachand

Guys............sudden feels for Jeetu bhaiyaa of Kota factory

Who wants a one shot?

[rooksunday]

in the halcyon days (about ten of them) between geonosis and being condemned to coruscant, fox goes on a mission that—thanks to an unlikely series of events involving a space narwhal, two shinies with a metallurgy obsession, and the inadvisable phrase “i’m sure it’ll work out fine”—diverts their squad to renowned dump of the galaxy, lotho minor.

maybe fox helps out a weird kid with a generous helping of legs and talks him around from licking batteries. maybe that happens. i don’t know. you didn’t see shit.

anyway then fox is on coruscant and everything is how it is. how it is is shitty but what, fox is gonna complain to a union? sure. he’ll get right on that.

before long, there’s an attack on the senate by some spiky red kid and fox ends up space spider-man-ing him in the middle of a chase across coruscant’s mids.

kid gets away. of course he does.

… then he lurks his way back through the warren, about as subtle as a scream, and fox makes himself a cup of caf (the first one held between those tattooed hands) and thinks, hell. we’re all red here.

[theposhperyton]

All evidence suggests yes

[thedreadvampy]

my friend invited me to go with them to a show tonight

and the thing is it was not good. it was a cabaret with some amazing circus acts but each of them got like. 5-10 minute slots. and were interspersed with 20+ minutes EVERY TIME of some of the most tedious standup work I have ever seen from the MC and the same 5 physical comedy bits repeated ad nauseum. this guy literally did a Borat bit. in the year of our lord 2024. he sang 2 entire rounds of the Family Guy theme.

and it just KEPT GOING. it was meant to be a 90 minute show, which imo is already a slog for a show starting at 11:30PM but within the bounds of reasonable. it finished. at fucking 1:50 AM. ALMOST TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF THIS SHIT. and it did not help that the 5 bits were all of the 'OH NO SOMETHING HAS DISRUPTED THE SHOW' variety which is funny for a bit, less funny when you're literally 45 minutes past the end of your scheduled finish and still fucking going.

HOWEVER. what I did not realise was that this was in fact. my friend's favourite comedian. and if I had known this I might not have gathered up my stuff and walked out during the curtain call and probably would not have announced on the way out, 'that was the most tedious fucking thing I have ever endured.' and I almost certainly, when someone overheard me complaining about the length and tedium and said 'yeah it ran a bit long huh,' have replied, at the actual near-shouting top of my voice, "I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF."

I feel. bad for spoiling the show for them.

in my defence I have been very tired this week, I got home at 2:30 AM, and raked seating really hurts my hips so I was in agony by the end of the first hour. but mostly I'm just a bitch who loves to hate tbh.

[hanakihan]

my friend said ‘Dantes in Genevieve’s fit tho’ and who i am to deny them

[dilutedbeanibeans]

what’s up with this guy

[toelessbastard]

chase: doing/thinking bad things doesn't make you a bad person!

Chase, as soon as buddy does something bad: WHAT THE HELL. YOU DESERVE WHAT YOU GOT AND WORSE !!!!!!

[sivvan]

whipped | /wipt/ adjective

kim do ha

[hauntingofhouses]

mizutaigen is literally like. the first "toxic" m/f ship i've ever cared for. cuz like usually my taste in m/f ships is basically "unhinged baddie" x "badass wifeguy" *

* (see:yen/geralt. trevor/sypha. adolin/shallan. kataang but katara is sane and they're literally so wholesome like theyre traumatised kids in love who are each other's emblem of hope in a war-torn world! so basically they don't count. anyway. i'm rambling.)

and to that end my friend called mizutaigen yaoi-adjacent and im like. yeah you're right actually cuz like hell yeah non-binary mizu and bisexual taigen rights and all the gender fuckery in the show in general

but also like.

theres just SOMETHING else about mizutaigen that just GETS me. like there's a special secret sauce like the pheromones in that one sephora lotion attracting spiders and i am the silly spider!!! there's just something about it!!! it's not even the enemies to lovers trope cuz i personally am not even usually into that (obv it's fine if you are. but yk.)

so as i keep rotating these thoughts around i thiiink it's the fact that, yknow, theyre so similar. like i honestly truly think they could be besties in another universe: a kinder universe where taigen was not taught to hate. a universe where mizu was not born a girl in a deeply misogynistic society or half-white in a xenophobic homogeneous society.

yeah now that i think about it that really just might be THE secret sauce!!! like the fact that they COULD be perfect and happy together, if only things were different, if only they werent themselves.

smth v bittersweet about that's just driving me insane and makes me want to root for them to overcome all those obstacles, to say "fuck all that" (re:the world and all its fucked up shit) and find each other in the end. to eventually become each other's fav person and confidant. who obv still bicker and tease and insult each other all the time but they dont really mean any of it and over time it just becomes a running gag between them and no one else has to get it because it's just between the two of them.

[swept-away-sands]

Black Sails I: "A YOUNG SAILOR enters."

COOK: Oh, so you're a coward then?

JOHN SILVER YOUNG SAILOR: Yeah. You too?

Item the first: Where do I begin with John Silver? Actually, let's start from a different angle. John Silver begins Here, no sooner and no later than he sees The Opportunity (though he does not know the Narrative has chosen him just yet, nor that aligning his fiscal goals with those of Captain Flint will irrevocably alter the course of his life) and he takes it.

My first impression of John Silver is that he was a cheeky bastard an impish scoundrel who was possessed of the bad habit of biting off more than he could chew and just enough strategic/ballsy charm to walk away relatively unscathed. I was drawn in by the fact that he was equipped with a dashing smile, at least before, you know, everything that followed, but you could tell behind his big blue eyes that he was playing some sort of 4D Chess.

I would like to credit the writers, showrunners, and actor man Luke Arnold for unfolding this character like a map with only half a key. He intrigues me, he infuriates me, I hate him forever, I love and forgive him implicitly, I cringe when he makes me think of myself. That rare sense of unbalance and discomfort brought on by a story is something I will treasure and hope to even come close to brushing against again. There is a John Silver imprint on my heart, thanks to this story, my own personal Black Spot.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hey in your Lights Out au, does Wally still eat with his eyes? & if he does, is that effected by the fact that he's, you know, missing one?

that is Such a good question that i Have Not considered! i'd assume... yea!

[skybristle]

peace at last