#though i just wish we could all be educated enough to just… be nice to each other and be there to support e/o

[ronnierosest]

[missmarveledsblog]

A KIND OF SEX EDUCATION ( PART THREE) ( PLATONIC Cas , winchesters x reader)

SUMMARY : Cas finds onlyfans , all it not what it seems though

warning : its just pure crack and fun

Turns out even as traumatising as the last time of cas curiosities didn’t actually have too bad of out come and as much as she had hated to admit dean was right about them dating . although never in the bunker was it peaceful for too long . turns out bobby was her dad and she learned new thing about her parents no child should ever learn …ever. 

Something else was different too every night at 8 pm cas would disappear off into his room even when on hunt he would head off some where always at 8pm , of course they were curious  but after last few ordeal with the angel well the curiosity was just not enough to investigate . well until ..

“ i am in love and i think it time i brought her here” he said  completely out of the blue . 

“ you have a girlfriend good job buddy … don’t show her your internet history though” dean snorted only for y/n to slap him in back of the head. 

“ she’s real right?” sam asked needing clarifications after poor guy fell for an A.i bot . 

“ she’s very real we talk every night at 8pm . 

“ that’s great cas maybe we can go for a double date sometime “ y/n beamed more for the fact it probably the most normal interaction she had with the angel in what felt forever . 

“ i shall ask her although she said friends cost extra” he said heading off to his room as they all shared a look. 

“ who the hell is spending 500 dollars a night on …” bobby called. 

“ you go in i’m not going in , i’m always the one here for this shit” she argued as three stood out his door. 

“ oh for fuck sake  i’m moving out” she whined. 

......

“ you’re nicer though he listens to you and better than him he’ll break his heart” sam reasoned . 

“ why aren’t you in the equations” she scoffed. 

“ i don’t want to deal with it to be honest” sam huffed. 

“ how about we all go talk to him i mean plus lets see what she like she could be nice gal for all we know” dean grinned. 

“ do you like having a girlfriend” she glared . 

“ point taken you should take this one” he smiled pushing her into the room. 

“ another tip from my angel any requests” the voice called as y/n was ready to burst into tears thinking maybe wifi in the bunker was over rated.

“ hey cas i need to erm talk to you it’s urgent” . 

“ why are you're eyes covered if its urgent” she could already picture his tilted head and confused face but she was afraid just incase his little saint was out awaiting . “ i got to go my love i will come back tomorrow” he called as silence filled the room god this was going to like shooting bambi’s mother. 

“ he’s dressed sweetheart” was all dean voice said echoing down the  hall. 

“ oh thank fuck , hey buddy can we talk” she asked softly and wishing she was well anywhere else. 

“ of course it is urgent” he nodded. 

“ jesus how do i go about this?” she sighed rubbing her temples. 

“ are you pregnant? I noticed the little weight but i didn’t want to mention it” he looked down at her stomach. 

“ getting less hard , no i’m not pregnant may need to go on a diet though… nevermind cas whats your loves name?” she shook her head staying on point albeit less confident then before .

“Angel lady six nine” he beamed proudly . 

“ oh you poor sap it’s sixty nine  not the the point cas have you talk with her like in person or …” . 

“ on only fans gabriel sent me the link said it was a website for meeting exciting women and now i met my love and she makes me so happy … and it make my hands want to do the thing i see ” he smiled . 

“ well i’m glad, good chatting buddy” she backed out the room definitely not the one to be dealing with this . 

So now here sam was while dean was telling y/n she wasn’t fat.  He could do it rip the bandaid off but provide some sort of comfort maybe bring him somewhere to meet real woman that wouldn’t send them to the poor house. 

“ hey cas can we talk” he smiled awkwardly seeing the angel eyes locked on screen .

“ of course it seems as everyone wants to do that tonight” he place it down as sam caught a glimpse of the page he was on . 

“ your love isn’t well actually love” he cut to the point . 

“ why not she tells me all the time” his head tilted like a confused puppy. 

“ that’s cause you give her five hundred dollars a night i mean she call you king of the world for that sort of money” . 

“ she shows me her things like…” he began to explain. 

“ i don’t need to know that .. but she not really in love with you buddy just the money you give her?” sam asked watching his reaction seeing the cogs turn in the mans head. 

“  i don’t get it” he finally said. 

“ ok… goodnight” sam huffed walking out as dean stormed  . 

“ hello dean” cas smiled. 

“ ok buddy you're dating a prostitute electronically needs to stop or we can’t buy pie so stop wasting the money online great talk buddy” he shut the door as the other two watched him walk off in victory . 

“ nothing wrong with earning money like that woman power ,  just not ours cas” y/n winced at her boyfriends way with words following after. 

They sat worried as cas never showed up for breakfast  , y/n even checked to see his room empty to which sam said to give him space. 

“ jesus your right that was like shooting bambi” sam called heading in the same direction. 

......

“ but what if we made him run away” she pouted. 

“ he’s literally older than all of us and an angel” dean shrugged. 

“ but he’s a baby in a trench coat you say it all time” she pointed out . 

“ the kitchen is through here , would you like a drink” the voice called out. 

“ oh water is fine” a female voice replied as the two appeared making them not only drop their jaws but whatever was in their face as the woman followed behind. 

“ is that…” she whispered. 

“ the hook..OWW” Dean yelled as y/n kicked him . 

“This my love  angel , angel these are my friends who think your a hooker”  cas said as sam choked on his drink.

“We don’t think your a hooker” y/n smiled weakly . 

“ actually we do  onlyfans means one thing … not that i would know i’ve never seen it before” dean corrected himself as his girlfriend glared. 

“ you know people do other things on onlyfans not only sexwork right “ angel crossed her arms. 

“ come on angel sixty nine” dean scoffed. 

“ six point nine my birthday is the 9th of june” she answered.

“ look we don’t slut shame but you make his hands wanna move” sam pointed out . 

“ to teach him to draw” she gasped .

 “ five hundred dollars to paint really cas” bobby walked in. 

“ he doesn’t pay me a dollar” angel pointed out . 

“ where our money going then” y/n brow furrow. 

“ wait that’s real money i though it was pretend money” jack walked in with his tablet showing them the gambling site he was on . 

“Wait so she's not a hooker” dean asked confused. . 

“ sorry angel” the called in unison .

" we're getting rid of the wifi i can't be dealing with this shit" y/n called heading out the room .

@pizzagirlxnsfwx hope you enjoy part three :)

[nataliesfirefly]

chapter 1 - new year, same rivalry

a/n: hello! i’m back finally! super excited for this series, it’s definitely going to be more wholesome than my other one, and more of a slow burn! my plan is to have ten chapters, but that could change later on.. anyways enjoy and please tell me what you think! if you would like to be put on the series taglist, let me know! ♥️

chapter warnings: slight language

wc: 3.8k

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“Welcome, year twelves. It’s lovely to see you all today, I recognize some familiar faces. My name is Mrs. Chasteen, I’ll be your teacher for English studies this year.” You set your bag down and take a seat, glancing up at the woman speaking. She’s very elegant, with her grey hair pulled into a strict bun and sophisticated tiny rectangle glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. You smooth out your black pleated skirt before crossing your legs.

“As I’m sure you all know, this year is very important. You should be considering which universities you wish to apply to, how you would like to further your education…” Your attention is side tracked when a tall figure hurries into the room, his dark eyes scanning for an open seat. You swear your heart drops to your stomach. Farleigh.

His eyes eventually fall onto you after spotting the empty seat next to you. He reluctantly walks over and sits down next to you with a big sigh, like he’s just put off by your existence. At least the feeling’s mutual.

“Your grades need to be in top shape this year, as they will determine your chances of getting into university. This year is arguably the most important for grades,” Mrs. Chasteen explains, pacing around slowly. You shift uncomfortably, scooting away from Farleigh. It’s like he’s trying to take up space on purpose as he splays his books and papers across the table. You shoot him an ungrateful look which he ignores.

“Now, enough about all that. I’m going to introduce the book that we will be studying closely this term.” You perk up at her words as she goes to her desk, picking a book up off the surface.

“This book is found on many, many reading lists for universities, namely Oxford.” You raise an eyebrow and sit up at the mention of your dream school. “A classic from the Victiorian era: Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.” She holds up the book briefly and you let out a relieved sigh. “One of my personal favorites,” She adds quietly, setting the book back down.

Farleigh nudges you with his shoulder and you have to stop yourself from physically recoiling. “Would’ve thought you’d already read this by now,” He mutters with a slight smirk on his face, showing his teeth like a fox. Suddenly, a question enters your mind and now you have to ask, though you might come off as insecure. “Have you?” You whisper back, eyebrows furrowed. He shakes his head. “No.”

Okay, good. That would have been bad if he had already read it. It’s always nice at the start of the year. You’re both even, and no one’s ahead of each other in anything. Yet.

“We’ll be discussing and taking assessments over the chapters, so be certain to keep up with your reading. For your final project before winter break once we finish the book, you will be writing an essay based off of it and a prompt that I will give you. I will also be pairing you up with someone to collaboratively write said paper with.” Your eyes widen at this. A group project? Well, not a group. A duo. Nevertheless, it’s weird for two people to write an essay together. You’ve never heard of it.

“You need to learn how to critique each other and work together. It’s an important skill for uni.” Mrs. Chasteen seems to notice everyone’s looks of confusion. “Hmm,” Farleigh hums. You glance over to him shortly before observing the other students in your class. You recognize a lot of them. Just accquaintances, not friends.

“Anywho. Please come and grab a copy, then sign the sheet so I know you received one.” You quickly stand up and head over to her desk. You want to make a good first impression. But Farleigh and his stupid long legs make it there before you do, charming Mrs. Chasteen with a bright smile.

“Hello. I’m Farleigh. I’m absolutely thrilled to be taking your class,” He holds out his hand, speaking with his velvety voice while your teacher shakes his hand with a curt nod. “You’re quite tall,” She remarks with an impressed expression. You roll your eyes. Why does everyone feel the need to comment on his height? Does it make him better than everyone else? It’s just one more thing that makes Farleigh stand out more than you, and you hate that. You miss what he responds with due to your bitter thoughts.

“Please, take a book.” She steps back and gives him more space. He reaches down and takes a copy off of her desk, signing the paper shortly after with his free hand, writing in flawless cursive. You’re envious of how smoothly and quickly he can connect the letters. It looks like something out of a scroll from the eighteenth century.

“Oh, wonderful cursive,” Mrs. Chasteen clasps her hands together in approval and Farleigh just glances at you with a shit-eating grin before walking off and back to your shared table.

“Hi there,” You put on your best I’m very high achieving and hard working smile and mimic Farleigh’s actions, holding out your hand as you introduce yourself. She smiles back warmly while shaking your hand. “What a beautiful name. I’ve heard many great things about you from your previous teachers.” She almost lowers her voice. You feel your face heat up and you try not to show your pride.

“Oh, well then, I hope I live up to your expectations, miss.” You say with a beaming smile. She chuckles and hands you a book. “I’m certain you will,” She replies as you sign your name on the sheet of paper in slightly sloppier cursive, looking worse underneath Farleigh’s perfect signature.

You walk back to your spot with a spring in your step, holding your head high. Hearing just those few words from your new teacher’s mouth made your day. That’s how badly you crave academic validation. Or just… validation in general.

“You hear that?” You ask, returning his grin from earlier. “Hear what?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and turning to you with a confused expression. “Nevermind.” You don’t know why you thought he would’ve heard your conversation from all the way over here. “Mmm,” He hums in response, and there’s some attitude in his tone. You debate whether you should come up with a snarky question to ask him, but you decide against it.

Once all the books are handed out, Mrs. Chasteen walks up to the whiteboard and uncaps a marker. “So, can anyone tell me something interesting about Emily Brontë?” She asks.

Both of your hands shoot up at the same time. You mentally curse at Farleigh and shoot him an annoyed side glance. He returns the favor. Mrs. Chasteen notices this and raises her eyebrows. “Eager to answer, are we?” She chuckles and then looks around. “Anyone else?”

You glance around the room. No one else is raising their hands, they’re all just looking expectantly at you and Farleigh. You look back to your teacher with wide eyes, willing her to pick you.

“Alright then..” Mrs. Chasteen clears her throat. Her eyes land on you. She’s going to pick you. Yes. Now you can prove your intelligence and superiority to the rest of the class, and to Farleigh.

“Farleigh.” Your hand drops back down to your side in defeat and he turns to look at you. He just winks. He winks. The annoying fuck, you could probably strangle him right now-

“Well, Emily wasn’t the only poet and writer in her family. Her sister, Charlotte, wrote Jane Eyre, which was hugely successful. But Wuthering Heights was critiqued for being too clumsy or, rather, not well structured.” He explains, sounding like a fucking Britannica article. It was the exact thing you were going to say, and it pisses you off. You rest your elbows against the desk and put your chin in your hands, sighing dejectedly.

Mrs. Chasteen nods and writes this on the board, summing up the information into bullet points. “Correct. Very good.” She caps the marker again and turns back to the class. You raise your hand quickly, and she calls your name.

“I think Farleigh’s forgetting to mention Anne Brontë. She was probably the least popular out of the three sisters, but her works are seriously underrated. Her last novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, was one of the first feminist novels. She paved the way for other female authors and gave women a voice.” You explain, and Mrs. Chasteen looks surprised at your level of knowledge. You can feel Farleigh’s bristling energy next to you. You smile contentedly, watching as your teacher writes what you said about Anne off to the side.

“And have you read this book?” Farleigh suddenly asks. You turn to face him, unafraid of his challenging. “No, I have not. But I did a project over the Brontë sisters last year, and my research went quite in depth.” You explain, and he does one of those Olympic winning eyerolls. “Having extra information like that comes in handy, you know,” You grin as his eyebrows furrow, glaring sharply at you. “It’s not like it matters. We’re not even talking about Anne. She asked about Emily.” It seems like you two have forgotten completely about the rest of the students in the room, the teacher, and everything else in the world as you begin to argue. It just comes naturally.

“If I’m not mistaken, you mentioned Charlotte. She asked about Emily,” You mock him. He opens his mouth to say something back, then closes it and looks down.

“Alright.. anywho, now we’re going to read a short introduction to the book to give you all an idea of what you’re getting into.” Mrs. Chasteen explains, giving you and Farleigh a stern look.

Throughout the rest of the class, you and Farleigh remain silent and refuse to speak to each other, though you were instructed to discuss with the person next to you. You look out the stained glass window, watching the raindrops patter onto the cobblestone, the puddles illuminated by the golden light shining from the lanterns, the chatter around you drowned out by your own thoughts about the rest of today.

Your overthinking is interrupted by your teacher’s voice.

“Okay everyone, that’s it for today. I will see you all tomorrow. Could you two stay for a moment, please?” She turns to you and Farleigh as you’re gathering your things, gesturing for you two to come up to her desk. You both glance at each other before nodding and heading over after you’ve swung your bag over your shoulder.

“So… you two seem very.. competitive. You’re both very intelligent, make no mistake.” You wonder where she’s going with this. “Which makes me curious– May I ask which universities you two intend on applying to?”

“Oxford.” You both say at the same time, after which you immediately turn to each other with wide eyes. What? No. It can’t be. You’re seriously fucked if he applies to Oxford. They rarely ever take two people from the same school.

“You’re applying to Oxford?!” You both ask, once again, at the same time. He looks almost personally offended by you, with his upper lip pulled up and his eyebrows knitted together in a familiar scowl.

“Oh- Haha, well. What a coincidence,” Mrs. Chasteen chuckles nervously, glancing back and forth. “I went to Oxford. It was quite lovely there, and the professors–”

“No, you can’t. I’m applying to Oxford.” You point at yourself, and he scoffs. “Who says I can’t?” Farleigh asks, his voice dripping with sass. “Me.” You reply. He rolls his eyes and facepalms with exasperation.

“Well, the chances of you both getting in aren’t… impossible. If they see two exceptionally good students who are at the top of their class, they won’t mind if you’re from the same school. They only see the talent,” She goes on to explain, trying to stop an argument from breaking out again.

“Logically, they would pick the top student, though. Not students,” You emphasize the s at the end of students. Mrs. Chasteen continues. “You never know. And backup universities are a great option, if–”

“I appreciate the suggestion, but I’ll only be applying to Oxford. It’s Oxford or nothing,” You reply, your voice full of determination. “Me too. Oxford’s been my dream uni since I moved here from the states,” Farleigh adds. You turn to glare at him and he glares right back.

“Well then. That’s fine, just please try not to take up any more class time with your bickering.” She raises her eyebrows at you two. You nod. “Yes, miss.”

“And who knows,” She says, pushing her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose, “You two might work better together. Two smart brains are better than one,” You shudder at the word together. You and Farleigh working together? Absolutely not.

“Think about it.” She points a finger and you reluctantly nod, just to give her some temporary satisfaction. “You’re excused,” She dips her head and you hear Farleigh let out a little sigh of relief. “Thank you, miss. Have a good day,” He nods shortly to her before turning on his heel and heading for the door. You follow suit.

Shit. You forgot about the rain. Before English class, you had made it inside before the downpour had really started. Now the raindrops covered every inch of the ground. You have to cross the courtyard to get to your next class, which is in the west wing of the school. You awkwardly stand in the arched corridor, listening to the rain, slightly shivering as you try to make a decision. The weather is always bipolar in London. It’s September, and the other day it was sweltering. Now it’s freezing and rainy.

Farleigh turns around and raises an eyebrow at your hesitation. “What are you doing?” He asks. You glance down. He’s holding a black umbrella. How is he always prepared for everything?

“Well I don’t have an… umbrella,” You mumble, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Am I supposed to care?” He replies. Of course. Why did you think he would care?

“You asked me what I was doing,” You throw your hands up. “I was answering your question!” You exclaim angrily. He rolls his eyes. “What’s your next class?” He asks hesitantly.

You pull out the small yet important paper from your pocket with your classes on it, looking down and squinting. “Biology,” You reply, looking up and watching all the other students bustling around, chatting excitedly or holding umbrellas over their head as they walk through the courtyard. You look back to Farleigh, who seems to be thinking something over in his head.

“Alright, c’mon.” He nods to you, walking out into the open area, holding up the umbrella. You step forward without questioning it, just thankful for the rare act of kindness. “I’m headed to the west wing anyway,” He says as you walk side by side, as if he has to make it clear that this is not him being generous to you. It’s simply convenient.

You wish you didn’t have to stay so close to him, but if you want to be covered fully from the rain, you sort of have to get closer to him, your head brushing against his shoulder due to your almost embarrassing height difference and your feet almost tripping over his. You both remain silent, with only the sound of the rain pelting against the umbrella to keep you company.

You eventually reach the west corridor, and he’s quickly stepping away from you and wrapping up the umbrella. You begin walking to go find your class, before you hear his voice call after you.

“No ‘thank you’ or anything?” He asks. You turn around and groan internally. “...Thank you.” You respond, very reluctantly and quietly. “You’re welcome,” He smiles sarcastically and you roll your eyes before turning back around, quickening your pace to make it to your class on time.

A week later, your first calculus assessment of the year is already upon you. It doesn’t help that you share that class, of all classes, with Farleigh. Math has always been your most difficult subject. You’ve never been quick to understand it, it never comes naturally for you. But if you put in the time and work, you can make it seem like it’s effortless.

Apparently for Farleigh, it is effortless. He makes it clear that he never studies for tests or quizzes. While it infuriates you, you also find it hard to believe. How can he ace everything when he claims he doesn’t even try?

You sit down at your desk, fishing your pencil and calculator out from your bag. You nervously chew on the eraser, waiting for the papers to be passed out.

“First assessment of the year, good luck everyone. If you fail, there will be no corrections, so hopefully that makes you feel better,” Mr. Bailey says as he passes out the tests. His sarcasm somehow only makes the situation worse. You spent hours studying for this last evening, although he claimed this was all ‘mostly a review’ from your precalculus class last year. Right. Review. You should know this stuff by now.

As soon as the paper is on your desk, you begin working, starting with the problems you know how to solve. You get in that zone, completely unbothered by your surroundings or any distractions, just working, switching between writing down numbers and formulas to typing into the calculator.

You get stumped on a question and glance up to check the time. Your eyes wander from the clock over to Farleigh, who seems completely relaxed, one hand running through his hair and fiddling with his dark curls and the other working a problem out.

“Eyes on your own tests, please,” Mr. Bailey sternly calls out. Your eyes dart over to him, where he sits behind his desk, his gaze directly upon you. Fuck. Now he’s going to think you were cheating. But what were you actually doing? Staring at Farleigh? No. You were just… observing. You go back to your test, flipping the paper over to start the graphing section.

“That’s time. Pencils down, I’ll come by to pick up your papers.” Mr. Bailey announces, standing up and starting down the rows of desks and picking up everyone’s tests. He says something to Farleigh but you can’t make it out, but you see Farleigh grin. It seems that Mr. Bailey has already chosen his favorite student. You never even stood a chance.

Once he makes it to your row and picks up your test, you begin to pack up your things. “I’ll have these graded by tomorrow. Please don’t complain to me if you fail. That’s on you.” You scoff quietly at your teacher’s harsh remarks as you make your way to the door. Thank God that was your last class of the day. Now you can head back to your dorm.

Farleigh falls into step next to you. “So, how’d that go for you?” You stare straight ahead, focusing on the path ahead of you. “Good. Honestly, it was easier than I expected.” You reply. It’s half truth. It was slightly easier than you were preparing yourself for, but you usually prepare yourself for the worst. But you can’t let him know that you still struggled.

“Really. Hmm,” He hums, and you glare up at him. “What?” You study his expression. He must think you’re lying, based on his little smirk and raised eyebrows. “Nothing. It’s just… we both know math is not your strong suit,” He pauses and you stop next to him. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be good at it.” You scowl up at him and he just grins.

“Unlike you, I actually study.” You continue walking, hoping he’ll leave you alone, but he follows you. “Aw, you actually need to study? Sad.” He pouts and you actually feel the urge to strangle him.

You turn around abruptly and he stops in his tracks. “Alright. Lovely talking with you. Bye!” You wave with a fake smile. Farleigh looks a bit surprised by your reaction. There’s only so much of his insults you can take.

“Bye,” He quietly mutters as you turn back around, walking quicker and more determined, putting some confidence into your step.

You groan and flop onto your bed once you enter your dorm. Suddenly, you realize how sleepy you are as your eyelids feel heavy You cover your face with a pillow and sigh, wishing you could rest. It sounds wonderful. But you have work to do. Reading, studying, the list goes on.

You chose this boarding school because you heard it was most similar to the Oxford experience, campus wise. It was also named the most prestigious secondary school in London. You often become very homesick, though, and you long for the comfort of your parents and your real home. At least it’s preparing you for university.

You groan once again into the pillow before sitting up and pushing the idea of sleep away. It’s time to get to work.

The next day, you wait to get your calculus test back. Mr. Bailey is handing them out while you overthink and prepare yourself for a failing grade. What would you do if you actually failed? You think you would rather be pushed off of a tall building than receive an F on a test.

Suddenly, a paper lands on your desk. You quickly glance down and see ‘97.5’ written in red ink at the top of the paper. Your eyes widen and you feel relief wash over you. Thank the Lord. You grin and pick up your test, inspecting it closer and going over your errors.

You hear someone coming up behind you. You quickly flip your paper over, hiding the grade from whoever is lurking over your shoulder. But it’s too late.

“Not bad…” A deep, American voice chuckles quietly. You turn around in your chair, and to no surprise, Farleigh is standing there with his arms crossed. He’s already seen your grade.

“Stop looking at my grades,” You hiss. “Relax, I was just curious.” He smirks at your frustration and holds up his own test. You see a ‘98’ scrawled up at the top along with a ‘good job’ next to it. You huff in response, turning back around.

“That’s not even much better than mine,” You mutter. “What’s that?” He asks, leaning over your shoulder, his breath ghosting over your neck. You shiver and remain silent, unable to repeat yourself for some reason.

“Sorry, who got the better grade?” Farleigh questions, his voice lowered. You let out a small sigh, ready to admit your defeat. “You.” You reply quietly.

“Right.” And then he’s gone, probably heading back to his own desk. What a bitch. You roll your eyes and pinch the space between your eyes, shaking your head. Yeah, he got .5 more points than you, and it doesn’t seem like much. But for Farleigh, it’s a huge win. But you’ll get him back. You always do. And you’re going to be the one who makes it into Oxford, you are sure of it.

[rius-cave]

I know quite a lot about prison life for someone who's never been to jail.

The best way to gain power in prison is, ironically, through making deals (like demons in hell). If you keep your word enough, you become known as someone reliable and trustworthy to those that used to have power outside (like mafia bosses).

So, in prison, the most powerful people are (a) The Store Man, (b) bookies, (c) anyone who has connections to the outside, or (d) scholars.

Luci could rise to power from being a scholar or an outside connection. Like someone who could help you get a lawyer to re-examine your case or help you study your own case (there is a surprising number of self-made lawyers who get their law education in prison).

MOST likely though, Luci could be a Store Man: someone who runs a small store in his cell and makes deals (like: for the price of three Ramen noodles, I could get you a pack of cigarettes, but you'll owe me four Ramen next time due to interest). They may seem harmless at first, but they know everyone's debts and will make the rest of your sentence hell if you don't pay up. Plus, they are untouchable because they've anchored themselves as a pillar of the community. They don't even have to hire bodyguards, because the whole prison knows that if anything happens to the Store Man, the small pleasures of the outside world (like candy or nerdy socks or even drugs) will be gone forever. And the amount of brains, business know-how, and client history they have are irreplaceable. Once you lose a Store Man, he's gone. I think he would be known throughout the prison as the guy that can get you a cool rubber duck. It's a little taste of home that you can't get anywhere else that just brings a little spark of joy in such a hopeless place, and all the inmates are absolutely feral for them.

I like the idea that Luci gains power in prison from just being a nice, helpful guy. (Apparently, nice guys do very, very well in prison, as long as they treat everyone with a certain level of kindness and respect. Kinda like what Charlie is trying to to accomplish with the Hotel.)

Holy shit. You have no idea how awesome this is, actually! I really wish I knew more about prisons now tbh LMAO but this actually helps a lot!

I definitely agree with your idea about this being the way that Lucifer gained power! So I think that, taking this into consideration, I think there's three main things that made people respect him and fear him

1: like you said, he is actually a pretty nice dude, he's kind and even tends to respect the most vulnerable in prison. I'd like to think that it's actually thanks to him that the rate of assaults in that prison are so somewhat low. He brings a certain order to the place, and is also in control of the whole "inside economy" so to speak.

2: He is rich, so he actually DOES have incredible power outside of prison. Charlie is able to visit him a lot because he has great lawyers. I'd imagine he is also able to hook up some people with lawyers and reduce their sentences a little bit.

3: he is actually REALLY strong, and maybe most of the inmates have never witnessed it with their own two eyes, and not a lot of people really know why everyone fears him, but there are rumors going around that Lucifer is there because he killed 10 people on his own, cold-blooded. This is of course, an exaggeration, he only killed 1 person and it was to protect his daughter, but it the rumor got out of his hands and he doesn't care to correct it. It is especially believable because of that one time Lucifer sent an inmate to the hospital for 6 months for having made a... Let's say, poor in taste comment about Charlie. Nobody saw that guy again.

Lastly, that one DEFINITELY sounds like Angel! We know Angel is hyper sexual, but he IS also part of a mafia family (which is why he's in prison) so he'd definitely have those kinds of tricks up his sleeve!

[barbarakaterina]

CodyWan Wekk Day 7: Modern AU - Academia

Cody loved all aspects of Pride.

Most of his queer brothers tended to show up mostly for the parties, and obviously they all went to the Parade, but he always tried to take in as many of the lectures and panel discussions as possible, too. Not that he objected to a good party, but the educational program tended to be so <i>interesting</i>.

This one was shaping up to be especially so, though in a rather different way than Cody was used to. 

It was a lecture by some big shot academic especially invited for this purpose from London, about LGBTQIA+ in different religious traditions across time. Religion wasn’t normally Cody’s area of interest, but he’d decided to come and listen to this, given how prestigious the guest was.

He was already feeling grateful he had, because even if nothing else came of it, the guy was hot.

He seemed to be in his mid thirties or so, so older than Cody but not so much that it would be a problem, and he had long red hair tied in a bun and beard that made Cody wish he could feel it absolutely everywhere. He was very glad now that he’d picked the first row and would have a completely unobstructed view. Even if the lecture was completely boring, he’d leave happy.

And then the guy started speaking.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” he said in a perfect honeyed voice that had Cody melting. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I want to thank you for your attendance and the warm welcome,” he nodded to the host. “This is my first time in Prague, actually, but it will definitely not be the last. Now, to start, I should clarify that I will not focus on modern Christianity much. Frankly, there is enough information about that out there, and there are better qualified people to speak on it. So if you came here for Christianity, sorry to say, you would be better served by some other events. Now, let’s get to it…”

Cody was falling in love.

The feeling only intensified as the lecture went on, discussing different examples from across history and showing what the different approaches had in common and how they differed, dazzling Cody with the simple array of options that existed in approaches to gender and sexuality.

When it came to questions, his hand was one of the first ones up.

“Hello, my name is Cody, and my question is, do you believe we can take inspiration from any of these approaches?” He asked Kenobi when his turn came.

Kenobi looked at him, and then his eyes seemed to sort of snag. “Thank you for the lovely question,” he said slowly, still keeping his eyes on Cody, “but sadly, I’m afraid that it would be rather complicated. All of these approaches I described were rooted in wider cultural ideas and social structure that I didn’t get time to get into here, so that without them, they wouldn’t work.”

Cody frowned, not sure exactly what to imagine with such a brief description. “Could you give an example…?”

“I can try a brief one, but if you are interested in this in detail, I can also recommend some books - come speak to me after the lecture.”

Well, that was just the perfect invitation, so of course Cody did. He wasn’t sure he would be actually reading those books, but a chance to speak to Kenobi one on one was too good to pass up on.

He did, indeed, get a list of books, and then Kenobi said: “Actually, I will be starting a new job here in Prague in the autumn, at the Faculty of Arts, so you could always come to some of my lectures that will be dealing with that, too.”

Oh. Oh.

“That is an absolutely irresistible invitation,” Cody said, leaning just a bit closer and carefully observing Kenobi’s reaction.

His eyes went to Cody’s lips. <i>Score.</i>

“...but if I may, I would extend an invitation for something a little bit sooner, and perhaps a little bit more personal…?”

“Why, Cody,” Kenobi replied, “this is what I would call irresistible.”

-

It's Pride this week in Prague and I wanted to honour it somehow. It's nicely symbolic to have CodyWan week at the same time, though it also means I have less time for writing because of all the Pride events. Anyway, today is Parade Day, so have an academic Pride fic that was very vaguely inspired by the lecture about same-sex marriage in Catholic theology I attended yesterday. Happy Pride to any Czechs reading this!

@codywanweek

[somethingvicked]

X-rated Education part 5.

a Tom Grant (Make Up 2019) story.

warnings: phone sex, curse words, female reader, smut.

Fourth lesson

Tom felt like he was slowly losing his mind. It had been a week since he saw Y/N. A whole week. After the amazing night they spent together and the day following, reality had caught up.

Tom needed to work long hours, often overtime, since Ruth and Jade had both quit so suddenly to go away together, meaning the caravan park was understaffed.

Then Y/N had to go out of town to help her mother move, sleeping there to save time instead of going back and forth.

They had talked some over the phone and via text, but it had only been small talk. He craved her. Her company, her body, her kisses, her… he just craved her. 

Was he falling in love?

Tom quickly pushed that thought away. He couldn’t even think about such things now. What he and Y/N had, that was just… well, he wasn’t sure what the hell it was, but it wasn’t love.

Right?

He cursed and decided to go for a walk to clear his head but before he had even started to change clothes his cellphone rang. Y/N’s name showed on the display.

“Hello,” he answered, feeling breathless.

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice chimed on the other end. “It’s me.”

“Hi, you,” Tom joked and was rewarded with Y/N’s delighted giggle.

“I just wanted to check in,” she said, sounding embarrassed for some reason. “Is it weird if I say that I miss you?”

Tom felt his heart swell, feeling like it had doubled in size and was too big for his chest. “Would it be weird if I said I miss you too?”

It was quiet for a moment, a minute filled with smiles.

“Then we’re two weirdos,” Y/N finally said warmly. “Excellent fit.”

Tom chuckled. “Seems that way.”

“Have you been touching yourself – thinking about me?” Y/N then asked, making him gape like a fish, even though no one was there to see him.

“I… what?” he choked out.

Y/N snickered. “Have you been fucking your fist, wishing it was me while I’ve been away?” she purred sweetly and then Tom caught on.

“I… no,” he admitted, cheeks heating up.

“Why not?” Y/N pried and he could actually hear her pout.

“I’ve tried, but… it doesn’t feel as good anymore,” Tom told her, feeling like his cheeks were hot enough to fry eggs on.

That seemed to make her happy, a small cooing sound echoing through the phone.

“Did I ruin you for your own fist? Poor baby. Maybe I could help you out?” she suggested, her tone sweet.

“How?” Tom wondered, his voice once again breathless.

“Oh, there are several ways, my sweet Tommy boy,” Y/N chirped. “You’ve never had phone sex?”

Tom shook his head before he realized she couldn’t see him. “No,” he confessed.

He and Ruth had never tried that – why he didn’t really know, considering they were apart every summer until the one she turned eighteen. But he didn’t want to think about Ruth now.

“Well, there are several ways. Either we can video chat and I can see everything you do and vice versa. Or we can keep it in conversation – you telling me what you want to do to me and I tell you what I want to do to you and just… do it.”

Tom licked his lips. He was still certain that his own hand wouldn’t feel as good as Y/N’s did. But being able to hear her voice, instructing him what to do… yeah, it was a nice compromise.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “that sounds good. Maybe just… conversation for now, because if you sent me a dirty video this could very well be over before we’ve even started,” he joked and she laughed heartily at the other end.

“I get it. Not to mention being able to see you naked but not being able to touch you when I’ve been without you for nearly a week… my poor little heart might give out ,” she joked and Tom’s eyes widened.

Even though he knew that Y/N found him attractive and they clicked well together he had simply thought he was nothing more than a convenient amusement to her. Y/N admitting this… it made him feel things that could be dangerous – opening himself up to all kinds of hurt.

He pushed it away and said instead: “So… what are you wearing?”

Y/N hummed in approval. “I’m in my jammies. Tank top and shorts. And you?”

“Sweatpants and t-shirt,” he replied and Y/N asked:

“No boxers?”

Tom shook his head, saying “no, not when I’m alone.”

“Mmm, that’s so hot,” Y/N whispered. “Why don’t you slip a hand down those sweats and start touching yourself? Are you growing hard already – just from my voice?”

“Uh-huh,” Tom admitted, his mouth feeling dry as he did what she said, sliding a hand down his pants and started to stroke himself. “Are you wearing panties?”

“Nope,” Y/N smiled, popping the ‘P’. “And my shorts are already growing damp. That’s the effect you have on me, baby.”

“Poor thing,” Tom said, glee in his voice. “Maybe you should get out of those shorts? Letting your sweet little pussy free from its confinement.”

“Good idea,” Y/N agreed, a slight shuffle on the other end and then her voice came back. “It’s a bit chilly. Not like when I have your hotness against me. I better start warming myself up.”

There was some more shuffling and then Y/N said: “I’m touching myself now, Tom. Just like how I taught you – stroking my lips, up and down and rubbing my clit. But I wish it was your hand. Your fingers are so much longer than mine and callused… feels amazing!”

“I wish it was your hand that was touching me too,” Tom groaned, “or even better; your mouth - wetting my cock.”

“Spit into your hand,” Y/N ordered him and Tom removed his hand from his dick briefly to do just that.

“Better?”

“A little. But it still isn’t as nice as yours.”

“Then do what I do – use your thumb to stroke over the head of your dick. I’d like to swallow you down, let you fuck my throat… and then I’d go for your balls, lick them and suck on them, letting them roll over my face… do you want me to do that? Suck on your balls like I do when I’m getting you worked up?”

“Yes!” Tom moaned, hips thrusting up into his hand.

“Use your other hand – tweak those balls for me!”

Tom had to place his phone between his ear and shoulder like Y/N had said she did. He could have put her on speakerphone but he didn’t want to. It felt more intimate when her voice was so close to his ear, like she did when they were actually together.

 He could hear Y/N’s heavy breathing on the other end, and – he was certain – some wet sounds coming from her fingering herself.

“Are you wet for me baby?” Tom wondered, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock every time he moved his hand down, pulling the foreskin down, the schlick, schlick wet sounds echoing inside his triler.

“So wet,” Y/N whimpered, “I’ve got one finger inside me and my thumb on my clit. But your fingers are much longer than mine – I can’t get to my g-spot.”

“Then focus on your clit,” Tom suggested, remembering how she had said that the clit was the true pleasure center for women. “Imagine it’s me sucking on it. I love playing with it, flicking my tongue over it and just sucking, like it’s a TicTac.

“Tom…! Oh, you’ve gotten so good at that…!”

“I want you to ride my face,” Tom all but whined, “never had anyone do that before. I want you to rub your sweet little clit against my nose and have your juices dripping down my mouth like a fruit.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” Y/N whimpered, her breaths coming faster now. “I want that too. Want to ride your face until I squirt all over it. I want to ride your face while facing your cock and sucking you down, feeling you fill my mouth as I cum into yours. You want that? Want to 69 me?”

“Argh!” Tom yelled, moving his hand with – what he felt – lightning speed. “You don’t… you don’t even have to ask that, love! Yes, I want that. Having you lie on me, sucking my cock like a lollipop while I feast on that juicy cunt!”

“Tom,” Y/N cried out, “fuck, Tommy, I’m so close!”

“Me too, baby. I want to fill you up… overflow you with my seed, having it soaking your thighs.”

“Do you want to lick me clean afterwards?” Y/N sobbed, “eating your own cum out of me?”

“Fuck yeah!” Tom roared, feeling his balls draw up as his orgasm came. What Y/N suggested was so hot, so filthy and so… primal. Like he was truly claiming her as his.

“Then I want to kiss you, tasting both of us on you…” Y/N screamed. “I’m cumming! Fuck Tom, I’m cumming!”

Tom was about to answer her but he could only get out a choked sound as his cock jumped in his hand, ropes of cum spurting out of him, landing on his belly, the floor and some of it on the wall.

He gasped as he could hear a low key, yet clear, sound that reminded him of when you started a water hose.

“You squirting for me, baby?” he breathed out, squeezing his balls with his hand to get every ounce of seed out of them. “I’m still squirting for you.”

“Yes!” Y/N cried, “yes, I am, Tom… god, your voice is so hot when you cum… I wish I was there and could lick it all off you… that sweet cream of yours.”

Tom chuckled, finally sinking back against the chair, cock softening in his hand.

“Wow,” he breathed out and Y/N giggled as well on her end.

“Yeah, that was something else,” she agreed. “I was about to ask how that was but I think you’ve already answered that.”

“For sure,” Tom told her with another laugh. “I didn’t know phone sex could be that hot.”

“It can,” Y/N assured him. “As long as it’s with the right person.”

Silence.

“I better clean myself up, since you aren’t here,” Y/N said when the silence started to become uncomfortable, and that restored the carefree mood between them.

“Me too,” Tom replied before admitting, “I think there’s some of my spunk on the wall.”

Y/N howled with laughter at that. “All that just from a few days abstension? That’s impressive! You know, we should try edging some time.”

“What’s that?” Tom wondered curiously, tucking himself back into his sweats since his dick started to feel cold.

“Well, there are different ways. Either you can set a goal and go several days, every day work yourself to the edge without cumming – hence the name – until the very day you let go. Then the experience will be much stronger and they say your cum volume increase too. Or, I can edge you for hours in the same day and finally let you cum when you just can’t take anymore. But it will be when I say.”

“Holy shit,” Tom whispered. “Can I… can I do it to you as well?”

“Of course you can,” Y/N said, warmth in her voice. “But I want to do it to you first, because it’s always better – and safer – if you’ve experienced it yourself, so you know what you’re doing and what the other person may feel.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, ma’am,” Tom joked and Y/N groaned.

“Don’t call me ma’am. I may be older than you, but that makes me feel like an old shrew.

“You’re far from an old shrew. Besides, I think you being older than me is hot.”

“Then I must confess I think you being younger than me is hot as well. My own little boy toy,” Y/N said with a snicker.

Tom just snorted at that. Then he yawned.

“I better let you get to your clean up,” Y/N said, “so both of us can get to bed. I’ll be home tomorrow evening – do you want to hang out?”

Tom snorted again. “You don’t even have to ask that, Y/N. Of course I do.”

“Good. Because I miss you.”

Tom inhaled. “I… I miss you too.”

There was another silence but this one wasn’t uncomfortable, it was filled with warmth.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Tom.”

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Tom replied and then hung up the phone.

I’ll probably be having sweet dreams about you, he thought before he got up to clean his spunk off the wall.

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[heretichromia]

Have you read Kakania’s side story in r99 yet(or if you plan to). Would be interested in hearing your thoughts!! (Though no pressure of course)

They are addicted to twisting the knife. They can't help themselves.

I'm usually not a fan of the trope of examining a character's psychiatric condition by having a psychiatrist literally just explicitly lay it out. Though it can be used in more elegant and subtle ways, it's usually just a shorthand for letting an omniscient third party just...say what's wrong with a character in an expedient fashion, or summarize what was said more eloquently before in a clinical way less likely to be misunderstood, and that's...boring.

In this case...I still don't like the exact way they did it, but I think the framing device sort of works as a nail in the coffin for Kakania's self-image. Her faith in her psychiatric ability was already in the gutter, since she utterly failed to understand Isolde at all, but now it's completely dust. Her incomplete psychiatric education is now a century outdated, and the theories she clung to as a beacon of a brighter future are now considered defunct. This obviously isn't the only reason, but I'm sure it's a contributing factor for why she doesn't even take up work as a psychiatrist at the Foundation.

I'm...kind of surprised by how little we actually got from it? In many of these stories, we get new insights on the POV characters that we don't really have time for in the plots they come from, insights that occasionally change the way we see them (Isolde comes to mind), but a lot of what was directly spelled out for us here were things we could have already inferred from the MSQ. It didn't give us nothing—we got some more context behind her relationship with her brother, for instance, which makes that scene in the MSQ a little more painful—so I guess my expectations should have been tempered for a personal story about a character who already experienced more or less a full character arc. It's less of a deeper dive into Kakania than it is a necessary point of "closure" for her story, tying up some of the hanging threads to...varying degrees of satisfaction. I did like seeing her express in words that she wished she were more honest about her feelings to the people she cared about—or that she understood herself well enough to know her feelings well enough to put them into words.

I also think parts of it were good for showing how the character development landed. Her decision to join the History...Preservation, I want to say? Division is consistent and a pretty nice ribbon on her growth. The decision to reject joining Vertin's task force is a particularly noteworthy one, to eschew becoming part of a new glamorous and idealistic vanguard searching for a solution to the world's sickness to become instead one of the expendable people in the background putting in necessary lifesaving work. I think that's a nice choice.

I'm not so much of a fan of what they've done with Isolde, but. C'est la vie, I guess. For Kakania to just be able to fix her would have destroyed the whole-ass point of their story, but some of the knife-twisting really feels excessive. I'd have preferred to see them interact instead of Bluepoch concocting some dubious brew to explain how we can never see closure between them because it would annihilate Isolde's mental state, even if this situation ends up being temporary.

It was...fine, I guess. They could have done a lot worse.

[misterbitches]

joke knew from the beginning what he had and other people didn’t. me personally i’d keep my contacts with the pawn dealers because those aren’t the real enemies tho they’re acting like the petty managerial class i guess. fun (not) fact poor ppl have their shit pawned the most so i’ll allow it.

the show is very literal and there’s that fantastical element. obviously a single ring doesn’t give you power. i think the ring thing was to symbolize shifting money around? not sure and you know i kinda tune out when it comes to that plus it’s ugly but more people can explain the tightrope between the exaggerated and melodramatic and the realism whatever.

anyway his nice house, his dad’s nice job, his education, their cars. even the option to go to jail is so funny bc he could have just. not. gotten a lawyer. whatever. instead he spent his time being dyslexic and wanting to expropriate from the real thieves which are bosses and traitors (capitalism). i wish i knew more about thai movements to be able to tie it into a broader point but i know enough about what capitalism does. imagine this: there is no work in your home town so you must go elsewhere to do manual labor, leaving your family behind. that’s what extraction does but not purely internal—though “never colonized”, to say thailand has been untouched by western power would be silly and untrue by fact of being where they were. and obviously imperialism and monarchy and honestly what seems to be actually semicolonialism which seems a ridiculous marker but alright. the point is the british the french and eventually america all had their grubby little hands there and the monarchy supported it tho the monarchy is not their main enemy today—it is the military (imperialism lmao). (which now that i think about the parallels i guess the show is trying to say that which obviously with the bird flying close to the sun…to which i say no but it tried at least. that system doesn’t function the way the military does…get rid of hierarchy…)

this is the nature of exploitation. toi ting is dark, her dad is dark and an alcoholic; jenny is trans—none of these are central to who they are in the story but a part of them. Why would more poor people skew this way; what system of domination necessitates the darker and “deviant” seen as unproductive and unable to assimilate? what influences and exacerbates these ideas?

and even them talking about english. surprisingly jack knows and joke doesn’t. was joke a poor student or did he just not feel like trying? (obviously he struggles w school but my pt is…he also could not put in effort bc he struggles and is young and has money and will be fine) why was jack such a good student? just asking myself stuff like that.

I fundamentally clash with the idea that we owe anything to these evil people i really do. You see people trying to survive and struggling and grappling with their morality and these sick fucks STILL wont let go. They expect us to just lay down and die? To not fight? And that we are the same as them? Once we get free that we’ll do what they do? And this is where jack is wrong and where joke’s self loathing could be so transformed but i don’t know if the show can see that bc that is not the world we live in and the art that is accepted unless we make it so and usually thats thru other channels.

Just once i’d like us to be able to see that actually yes shit like this, who joke is, is righteous, moral, and good. it’s everyone else that has to understand that! he shouldn’t have to change, the world should and do something along with him about it! Like those angry townspeople are! even the way rosé placated them with bullshit indicates an INABILITY to get out of it without forcing them. They could simply solve the problem and they won’t. So we will make them. That’s it! And all labor fighters everywhere have turned violent and resistance and human flourishing go hand in hand. the need for that resistance, what binds us, that all comes from our labor, our work, being exploited and that’s what the contradiction cannot abide by

and if Jack is out for revenge are we going to acknowledge revenge as a motivator for freedom? morality of oppressors is not real morality. the morality of the resistance is one; it’s complex, dark, and nasty but also full of anger and with that love. it wrestles with the tradeoffs and discomfort but it tries to correct course. the difference between these two groups could not be wider so why pretend like the intent, method, and outcome are the same? What the fuck does it mean to come by anything honestly? joke is to me very deeply not wrong and for as long as we have it it’s refreshing to see a character who needs to do something that is integral to his way of life. that is an alienating dangerous thing

so that’s my real issue with the show: so much of joke growing is about leaving liberation in the past and growing up as if it’s a fantasy. like he was ever not putting himself in danger. but what’s interesting is how unsure i am that they are going to to reject the premise of violence and crime necessary to resistance/liberation entirely. It’s SO WEIRD bc it’s like ok is this jack’s rollercoaster? I hope so? Or am i so stung by the norm that i see this pattern and it isnt coming out? Maksksjuurhrhhebebwjqoeofidgeheb

[synergysilhouette]

Pop songs I wish "Wish" had taken inspiration from for their soundtrack

For context:

"Bigger" for "Welcome to Rosas." Kind of a cheat since "Bigger" is from a soundtrack (one affiliated with Disney, too), but it's an impactful opening track written and performed by a pop icon. The message of being part of something amazing and bigger than yourself is a wonderful message that WTR could've done well with, rather than a simple welcome song. Plus it could also show the desperation to have your wish granted, a selfishness beneath the surface, Disney-level altruism.

"Someone You Loved" for "At All Costs." Granted, AAC is the strongest song from the soundtrack. However, it was a missed opportunity to dive into Magnifco and Asha's pasts and motivations more. A bittersweet song like SYL (which was about losing someone close to you) would've been good inspiration to make this song just as wistful as it was beautiful.

"Sine From Above" for "This Wish." TW is...it's just so basic. If the rumors about Julia Michaels having three weeks to make the soundtrack and no changes is true, then I can't blame her. But the song is still terrible and lacks the awe and majesty that the marketing song should have. SFA is the better version of this song, basically.

"Just Like Magic" for "I'm a Star." Hot take: I wanted IAS to be a powerful ballad rather than a flat, cute-sy song, which may not be a popular idea since it'd come right after a powerful ballad. But anything was better than the educational tv-vibes it gave off. JLM is about the Laws of Attraction, about putting out good energy into the world and getting it back into yourself. Asha would need something like that after the "devastating" realization she discovered about her kingdom.

"This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things" for "This is the Thanks I Get?!" Honestly, this is self-explanatory when you listen to both songs. It's like Taylor wrote a Magnifico song herself. And it's not even about being a villain! It's about being taken advantage of and dealing with ungrateful people. And on a darker note: Magnifico could be losing his sanity and hallucinating himself back in his village and saying how they wouldn't be ungrateful--or having to remind himself that he has to deal with ungrateful people, as that's the price for keeping their lives safe.

"Wide Awake" for "Knowing What I Know Now." Seeing how WA is about having a crushing realization hit you and feeling the freedom to move on from it is a powerful feeling, something that would've been better than KWIKN--though I do blame part of the song's failure on the fact that Asha's friends aren't fleshed out enough for the song not to be sung by random people.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

I know this is asking too much from a series like black clover but I've been rereading the missing children arc and man I really wish we'd gotten some more insight into Neige's psyche. Like... sure he's soft and sweet, but let's not forget he got angry and struck Marie in rage because she OPPOSED HIM. He thought friends were just supposed to blindly agree his every word and immediately resorted to violence when frustrated. Which... I mean okay, it makes sense given that his only friends seemed to be his snowmen and that he was apparently raised by his brother who was verbally, emotionally AND physically abusive. But still! I wish we'd gotten to see his evolution beyond just "oh I was wrong to do all that, I'm going to be good from now on."

And let's not forget that he killed his brother??? He clearly cared about him despite everything??? Why are we brushing over all this???

Logically I know not every side character can get developed but still. Frustrating.

Sorry for the rant, I just needed to get this out and since I always enjoy your insights and you recently talked about the snow baby I thought you'd be the best person to go to. Have a nice evening!

Flamelet I can feel your frustration, and I know (to an extent) how it feels when your blorbo doesn't get the character development, or doesn't get it in a satisfying manner.

Also, don't worry about the rant! I'm all for hearing thoughts and feelings for the show, and the characters, as long as it's, y'know, constructively formulated. Which this is.

And for what it's worth, I think that Neige's emotional growth is stunted to some extent. Like, a lot of the behaviours he displayed, made me think of the word "tantrum", so he has never probably been taught how to handle his own emotions. (Like with striking Marie when she didn't just go along with things. Reminds me of toddlers pushing each other on a sandbox.) It's something that can be observed in people well into their 40s too, but usually it's displayed in other ways. But it's still the temper-tantrum phenomenon.

I would imagine that living with Baro would have caused a severe enough of a trauma for Neige to stay in that mind-set and emotional/psychological state. Defence mechanisms of a kind to not explore those emotions and or handle them in any way, and acting out of impulse. But also it could be a behaviour pattern that Neige learned from Baro. So, if Neige didn't go along Baro's plan, then Baro hit him, or something along those lines. And yes, though Baro did a lot of horrid things to Neige, Neige cared for Baro. Probably out of a "conviction" of a kind to an extent (like "I need to care for him because he's my brother"), but also probably because Baro was the only person Neige had in his life. And without his brother, Neige would have been all alone. And being alone is scary.

A lot of these events were a lot for Neige too, I would imagine, which could have placed him in a kind of a shock, where Baro's death wouldn't have visibly shown in that moment either. Maybe a form of denial? (I'm not a psychologist, so I'm just guessing a lot here) Which is why Neige wasn't shown grieving.

But also the "okay, I will be good from now on" is an intention, which I think would go well with someone who isn't yet equipped to handle emotions, especially complex emotions, at least well. So, without really reflecting on what happened and why; how things ended up where they did, Neige just blatantly decides "I will be good". The emotional growth, and learning the tools to handle his emotions and live without the ""guidance"" of Baro, come later.

Though, granted, as you mentioned, that a lot of this is just due to not being able to focus on every side character. So, this theorization "goes too deep", because things just needed to be wrapped up quickly, and Neige was given a very, very rushed redemption arc.

I really don't know, I'm just making a lot of (more or less) educated speculations ^^'

Thank you for the ask!

[beechaotic]

So, I went back to work…

Hood called me into his “office” (it’s literally just a fucking walk-in closet he put a shitty IKEA desk in) for a meeting. Along with all of my friends.

Now, something to know about my friends and I: we’re all metas. It’s one of the reasons we work for Hood instead of other criminals/rogues; he offers protection for metas who work for him. He also gives us a vague semblance of an education by giving us textbooks and shit. (He heard we didn’t have much in the way of schooling and decided to teach us what he could (he’s shit at math; very good at English though)). We owe him a lot, since he’s kind of the reason we don’t have to steal to survive. So, we were all obviously nervous. Except our “strong tough man”, whom we call “Mars” on the field. He wasn’t nervous (probably).

So, we were all just standing there, very awkwardly. Then, Hood spoke.

“So, why didn’t you decide to tell me you were still squatting?”

We all kinda looked at each other, mostly because none of us wanted to talk first. Then, our youngest who we call “Technus” (cuz they can manipulate technology of any sort on a whim) spoke up.

“I mean, it didn’t really seem important. We have somewhere to stay that’s…kinda safe? I mean, it isn’t gonna collapse on us in our sleep, so…”

Hood sighed and shook his head at that, and put his head in his hands.

“And why don’t you stay at one of the shelters I’ve put up?” I might have scoffed at that, but nobody needs to know if I did.

“I mean, those are prone to gang break-in’s, vigilante attacks and police raids, so a group of meta kids on the run from the Foster Care system wouldn’t be too keen on staying there.” I was the one speaking, and my friends refer to me as “Mx. Metaverse” on the field. So does Hood.

“Metaverse, you know as well as I do that that is just a list of excuses. What’s the real reason?”

We all kinda shuffled around a bit, not wanting to answer. Then, a boy we call “Fire Fists” (he’s really fast and likes to punch things) decided to speak.

“You’ve already done a lot for us, and we’re really grateful for it! We don’t want to take advantage of stuff when we have what we need. We have a couch, sleeping bags, a mattress-that one’s new-and a good supply of money thanks to you and what you give us. We have food, a place to crash that’s safe, and a steady income. What more could we ask for?”

I’m gonna cut the rest of this short, because the conversation was really long. Basically, we tried to talk Hood out of whatever he was planning, but he just handed us each a key and told us that it was to our apartment. He gave us the address and sent us on our way. We tried to argue, but he just stopped responding and pretended to be busy.

So, now we have an apartment, and I’m kinda weirded out. Like, I knew Hood took care of his own, but we had a place to stay that wasn’t crumbling around us! Mostly. Apparently that wasn’t a good enough answer for Hood though, because he just gave us an apartment I guess.

We went over there after work, and it’s actually a nice place! No furniture, but it is in good condition, and there’s a room for everyone. We’re gonna move all our stuff over here tomorrow so it feels more like home, so, wish us luck!

Also, it comes with a fridge. Bougie, I know. We’re living in the fucking Ritz up here.

[mortaljortlebortles]

Douglas is cancelled

I loved this show but the very end the hotel room her interview-it didn't give me what I wanted.

I mean obviously Madiline f-ed up with a few things- she shouldn't have been tactile when trying to find out the truth- nor used that to manipulate him- he was uncomfortable so she should have stopped.

I get it is revenge and like I get it but i kinda wished she had found another way.

Also in the final piece of hotel scene before the hay festival, I wish that taking a photo of Toby hadn't been presented as the best option she had. I respect her choice - in terms of she didn't know what else to do but I do think it feeds into the narrative that a strong woman would have found a way to escape and that blackmailint some with leaking nudes is a tactic that is safe or the best option - she could also be convicted ( she shouldn't be but she could be)

Also it seemed to shame people who would be afraid or desperate for the job enough to sleep with him- sleeping with a superior for something if you aren't scared is morally neuteral(for you) I would reckon- so long as you are single. I don't judge. I judge the boss though it is horrible.

If she was scared for her future career anywhere- and how Toby could manipulate her and so stayed and he had pressured her into s-x that is s/a no two ways about it.

if she had stayed and not done anything with him he would still be a horrible man who sexually harassed her and an absolute arsehole.

And that is why I am posting so that if anybody out there saw this and thought Douglas was right when he said "phone the police- your regretting your choice then phone your mum or your best friend"

He very much isn't Madaline knows that, Stephen Moffat knows that .don't beat your self up, okay.

and then the whole it is a win for me not for women thing is fair if that is the way you feel(being proud of yourself and not wanting to think your achievement is only impressive because you are a woman prehaps.

It also may not be a problem she won for her and it doesn't stop anything involving toby - she is afraid, you might be afriad, not everybody has the ability and stabilty and safety net to stand up to such things. That doesn't mean she is horrible

I don't like however the fact she is naive enough to not see women are a group of people who are mistreated(because we are women) and our sucess does mean something for others as does our losses( when a woman is hurt it makes women afraid). I do wish Moffat would have made it more just violence does happen to women because they are women for five sesonds- Mad's opinions being the closest to right just means somepeople I reckon will twist it so that they can victim blame women for being too soft or weak or say bad things only happen to women who aren't strong enough or that women need to deal with these things themselves rather than joining together. I mean it is obvious violence and mistreatment of women from men is a problem but I have met so many men who don't believe these things happen often or at all and I am borded of educating men ages 18 to 30 at the age of 19 because subtlty and nuance goes over my guy Luke's head.

it is very complex and cool- obviously doesn't represent the young or activists or people with anxiety/autism very well and that sucks but it is great tv - very dramatic and well filmed, with great acting and lots of layers or good and bad and sad in all of the characters. I mean one just calm nice unbullied person would have been great but i suppose Kirsty Wark is a nice person so her 2 minute appearance might count.

I loved the script and it is very worth a watch and it isn't trying to be so problematic for me, or you potentially, it's just Madalyn is a total Talitha at points and some people see only in black and white.

So all the we should all aim for human rights stuff though true lacks a framework to hang on that doesn't result in a mixed message possibly.

[acearohippo]

I dunno if you've talked about this but what do you think about LiXuan being parents? Would they want kids? :3c

What do I think?? WHAT DO I THINK??? You do not know the can of worms you've just dashed onto the concrete.

Umm... Hmm... I guess there can be an mpreg warning?? *wavey hands* and, perhaps, a mild case of body dysphoria??? you'll see when you get to Tang Xuan's section.

But for now:

Li Ling ABSOLUTELY wants kids. He thought he didn't, then he was forced to volunteer at an elementary school after school program and was suddenly gripped with the intense desire to see a bunch of mini hims running around. He wants an ARMY'S WORTH of his own children.

Not babies though, man's terrified of babies. He's the type of parent that really excels at parenting once their kid enters school. Before that? Lost™, Confused™, Perpetually-in-an-Extistential-Crisis™™™. And once the kid hits the teenage years, they're practically ready and solid enough to tussle and throw hands with, so he goes from stern but nurturing and doting to "these hands rated e for everyone who don't CATCH THEY ATTITUDE". He gets along SO WELL with children, too, that while people are shocked at first on how enthusiasticly he wants to be a father, they realised rather quickly that it makes a lot of sense given how into it he gets when playing with children and how he has a permanent spot as a substitute teacher (which he did the work to get credentials for) at several local elementary schools.

As for Tang Xuan, I guess we have unlocked a Personal Backstory Headcannon. Many of you know that I have Tang Xuan's gender as intersex. What y'all don't know is I don't headcannon him as trans. It's a very long and drawn out backstory, but the gist is that Tang Xuan was raised a little boy, hit puberty, grew boobs and started getting (sporadicly) periods, which had people around him trying to "be progressive" and call him by feminine pronouns and Mei, and that caused a bit of an identity crisis. It's less that he transitioned and more that he had to really hammer it down to his folks and peers (at the time) that he wasn't a girl and the new additions didn't change his perception. And then he became an esper and that took way more precedence over trying to define who he was to others. This leaves our boy in a very strange sort of limbo. He loves his body and takes care of it. Sometimes he wears compression clothes to mask most of the curves, but that's mostly due to his active lifestyle, rather than any dysphoria or discomfort. But, growing up after reaching puberty, there were a lot of... Let's say dated remarks on his changes. Lots of "oh good, you can have babies!" And "now you'll be able to be a real woman". You know, nothing inherently wrong nor demeaning, just misplaced platitudes that didn't factor in how he might feel.

Does he want kids? Yeah, sure, it'd be nice in a decade or so. But does he want to have them? He's not sure. The idea doesn't entirely ick him, but he also doesn't feel comfortable "playing into the role" that others assigned for him. He could adopt but he knows he'd want a child or two that came from half of his genes.

All this to say, that LiXuan will be having their own kids, but not after some heavy discussion and planning. It helps that, once Tang Xuan gets pregnant, he is forced into solitude to be doted on by Li Ling and their families and closest friends. So when they do emerge in society, it causes mass confusion and the focus is more on "WHERE DID THIS BABY COME FROM???" rather than "TANG XUAN WAS PREGNANT???"

And, yes, they're both solid parents. Definitely awkward and young, making very common and- usually non life-threatening- mistakes. Yes they were those parents that shipped their toddlers off to daycare just so they can get a break from them. No shame there, they need it. Li Ling is that parent educators wish took disciplining more seriously (if no one ends up in the hospital, s'all good yeah?) and Tang Xuan is that parent educators think isn't invested enough in their kid (he's still a model, on top of being a high ranking union officer. hours are wild and free time is sporadic).

They both have to take up family counseling once their kids become teenagers because oh boy, karma is a b#tch and their kids- of course- have the worst of both of their personalities x10 due to raging teenage hormones.

But you know what? Their kids grow up well enough, knowing they are loved and will always have a safe space within their dads' arms (and extra arms) and once the hormones settle as they become adults and go through uni and enter the workforce, Li Ling and Tang Xuan are pleased to see that their kids still talk to them and seek them out for advice or randomly drop by to hang out (and steal their leftovers and tupperware). All that hard work pays off.

They, later on, decide to become foster parents so they can still impact a child's life without needing to relive the horrors of raising them from birth to graduation.

[hamliet]

So I finally finished MDZS. Thanks so much for listening to all my random thoughts! I’m sorry if it was too much, I got too excited 😂 Anyways, here’s my final take:

The novel makes so much more sense than the drama, and central theme that we should try to understand supposed “villains” instead of judging or seeking revenge is super clear. I love that and am totally on board! The one sort of niggling frustration I have though is I still wish WWX had expressed more regret. He never actually says, “Man, I really shouldn’t have killed thousands of people just because I was pissed, that really was a dick move on my part.” I really would have liked to hear him say that.

When he’s confronted at the Burial Mounds by the man whose parents he killed in the Nightless City, his response was basically, “I was already killed and torn apart, haven’t I been punished enough?” which I kind of interpret as “My debt has already been paid, I don’t have to feel guilty about this anymore, now is my time to heal and move on.” I do think he should be allowed to move on, but also I want to say to him: when exactly did you reflect on your mistakes? Right after he killed everyone he was basically just in a daze, and then after he comes back, his attitude is: well, I was already punished. So, where’s the time for contemplation and growth?  

I mean, he does imply that he was reckless and impulsive several times, and he does say he will never forget that he killed that man’s parents. But he never, for example, apologizes to Jin Ling for leaving him as an orphan (only for his comment about maternal education). As I mentioned, this could be a cultural thing: talk is cheap in Chinese culture, and actions speak louder than words. He does risk his own safety to save everyone (including Jin Ling), and takes care of him, which arguably is much more important than just an apology. But even in his internal thoughts, which we have access to, he doesn’t spend much time dwelling on his past mistakes.

This bothers me because I hope MXTX’s message isn’t that guilt and responsibility are inherently pointless. To me, that goes too far: it’s one thing to say that everything is complicated and everyone has their reasons, so we should try to understand others and not judge. It’s another to use that same philosophy to judge our ourselves. That seems dangerously close to giving up on morality altogether. We can’t just throw up our hands and say, well it was really complicated and I had my reasons, so don’t blame me!

The part that especially made me feel this way was at Guanyin temple, when Jin Guangyao says to WWX that even if the whole hundred holes curse misunderstanding had been avoided, WWX still would have gotten himself into trouble eventually, “Because that’s just how you are . . . To put it nicely, you’re chivalrous and free-spirited. To put it bluntly, you offend people wherever you go… Revenge would soon follow. That is something you can’t control.” It’s true that people can’t really help who they are—it’s another reason we should try to understand instead of rushing to judgement. But WWX seems to readily agree with this, which kind of seems like he’s almost using it as an excuse. Like, “Well, I’m an impulsive person, that’s just who I am! I couldn’t help my mistakes.”

It's very possible that I am reading too much into this, and this is not MXTXs message at all. Maybe WWX is just supposed to be a flawed character, even at the end of the book, and his lack of reflection is just part of this, not something MXTX is promoting. Maybe it would be too easy for us as readers if WWX talked (or thought) openly about his past—that just isn’t his style, and we’re supposed to read between the lines to understand his regret and growth. Again, very possible. Anyways, thank you so much for allowing me to vent about such things. After feeling somewhat conflicted by the drama I was nervous to read it, but I felt much better being guided by a wise qianbei who obviously has a lot of knowledge when it comes to this story!

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!! I really enjoyed reading them!

That's a fair frustration! I personally felt that in his actions he showed how sorry he was, which is more than words, but I can also see why some people would have preferred to read him actually like, saying it. Especially given fandom diskhorse that really doesn't seem to understand that he did in fact mess up lol.

I also think that there are additional factors, like people maybe wanting him to apologize for sheltering the Wens too, but that he was never going to apologize for that, and it's complicated, because even in the real world there are all kinds of projected baggage and symbolic intentions tacked onto each of our words and actions when there shouldn't necessarily be.

I also see where you're coming from for the burial mound, too, but I personally saw the incident at the burial mound as more of a commentary on "internet culture," so to speak, if that makes sense? I would use the term cancel culture but that's been coopted by idiots so let's not use that lol. Just in terms of yeah, someone messed up, but what do you want them to do about it? Actual studies show apologizing in the middle of backlash is actually just going to make things worse--still, there's like a moral inclination to apologize, especially if people realize they genuinely did something harmful or hurtful. But then that follows people around forever, which is not necessarily wrong but also can very much prevent someone from forgiving themselves and contribute to depression. It's simultaneously true that no one who is specifically hurt, such as that cultivator who lost his leg, should be told that they have to forgive the one who does the hurt, and also true that continuing to follow someone around demanding they continually suffer without clear limits for where that atonement ends or when it'll be enough for something that the scales can't ever even out in the first place is counterproductive to living as a human being, if that makes sense? It's clearly more serious considering WWX y'know did actual crimes but I think the thematic principle is this.

[f0point5]

I loved seeing your insight on Charles Lando Lewis and I feel like your description on them is spot on (in my opinion at least) like charles being the nice ferrari guy more likely to follow team orders and yeah with the fuck boy part I get it there’s only so much ppl in monaco but to have girlfriends that we’re all previously friends with each other that’s too much of a coincidence and ouch // on lando yeah I feel like aside his funny moments from his early days w Carlos we don’t see a lot of personality to dissect aside from his speakeasy extrovertedness it’s like saying a lot without revealing anything // Lewis is definitely a tough nut to crack he’s had to handle being discriminated and basically had to keep up the PR face his whole career hard to say anything concrete correctly even though it’s been a long time since his f1 debut // would love to see your opinion on albon, esteban, daniel, or anyone you find interesting enough to write a story about

Idk how close of friends all the girlfriends were, and I know Monaco is a Petri dish so even if they were just casual acquaintances they’d be seeing each other a lot in social settings. However, man can’t be single it seems. He seems to lurch from one girlfriend to the next and that makes me wonder why he can’t be on his own. I know some people are relationship people but he just seems like he is in need of a constant close support system. Which seems to connect with the vibe I get that he is eager to put his trust in people to guide him, which is why he’s the more pliable Ferrari driver. I just get the vibe that he is always looking for someone to depend on in some sense.

I think Lando is just a balanced guy. His family seems stable, his dad seems lovely, grew up in an affluent home, good education etc. and for me that shows in how he’s just a normal 24 year old guy, like I feel like I meet/know guys like Lando. And maybe that’s why he comes across like he has less facets of his personality, like I’m sure he’s got his issues but I think on the whole he’s a pretty sound, normal Brit.

I just…mmm. I don’t want to get hunted by Cult LH lol so I won’t say too much on Lewis. I’ll just say, he reminds me of Cristiano Ronaldo, that they drink their own Kool-aid and it’s the only thing they drink. Also, Lewis’s outfits just BUG me.

I just think Albon is the cutest. He’s one guy I would trust with anything. He has a menagerie of animals and a lovely girlfriend. Honestly his seal of approval is PR63’s redeeming quality lol. I get such good vibes from Alex. Almost too good for F1.

Esteban is one guy I want to like. His face and the way he talks, he just has a likeability to him. But I think he has a chip on his shoulder that is not even so much part of his personality but sometimes it overshadows it. I just feel like he feels there’s always been something in his way and it has never been himself. And I guess that’s kind of a common mentality for drivers because they have to believe they are the best and everything else is wrong before they consider it might be them, but I just feel like Esteban thinks his whole career should have panned out differently and the reason it didn’t is everyone else’s fault. He says things that make me roll my eyes and say “could’ve should’ve would’ve”. I mean, I do believe Esteban has been a victim of politics of the sport (getting dropped for Lance) but at the end of the day his attitude sometimes makes me think he has an axe to grind with all the people he wishes he could be. But on the other hand, I think if you met him out in the world he’d be a peach, because I do think fundamentally he’s a nice guy.

This is contrasting with Pierre, who is on my mind bc of another ask. Pierre does not strike me as a likeable person, at all. Not that he’s not a nice person once you know him, but I just feel like he comes across as a real sourpuss. Probably means well ultimately but he just seems permanently unsettled. Another one I think who has a fragile mentality, probably a bit too hard on himself and expects too much, and when it invariably doesn’t go his way he goes on a warpath. Any guy who thinks Adrian Newey wants to hear his opinions on how to build a car needs to suck an egg. It doesn’t surprise me that he has a very young girlfriend because i think that’s his maturity level.

Disclaimer : I know none of these people this is just what I get from reading/watch them.

[casimir-bose]

[     avan jogia ,  cis male ,  they/he.   ]     ⸻     have you seen casimir bose? yes, the twenty five year old / graduate that’s usually wandering around campus? they’re currently focused on social welfare, so we’re sure they’ve been super busy with studying. i often hear that they’re devoted, but others have picked up that they tend to be brazen. a pretty easy assumption considering they’re known for having piles of books all over the place, thrifting for clothes, unruly curls, leather jackets and a sarcastic tone. scary things have been coming to light, but let’s hope whatever they’re hiding stays in the dark.

Name: Casimir "Cas" Drake Bose Age: 25 years old Gender: cis male, he/they Orientation: Pansexual DOB: June 12 Height: 5′10″ Major: Social Welfare Grade: Graduate

[ Background ]

Casimir's parents were never in the picture. From the moment he was born he was placed in the foster care system. He often wished of being adopted like many other kids around him were, but as time kept going and he moved from home to home around LA the yearning to find his forever home evaporated.

There wasn't a home that he enjoyed, but he found and cared for a lot of the foster siblings that he did come to know. He found joy in caring for the kids and the older he got the more he wanted to do for them. Cas took it upon himself to protect them from harm at all cost, whether it came from outside the home or within.

School had been something of a fascination for him seeing as it was the only other place aside from the homes where he ever went. Cas was smart, and he enjoyed learning all sorts of new things. High school also came with opportunities for someone like him.

Around sophomore year of high school he was allowed to apply to student jobs at his local high school. He would stay after school and clean classrooms and bathrooms for a monthly wage that helped him save enough money for college.

He didn't have to use the money saved though, because upon graduating high school he was offered a full scholarship to Golden State University where he got his bachelor's degree. After graduating Cas took a couple of years off college to find a job and a place to live as he had aged out of the system by this point in his life.

[ Now ]

After a three year break, Casimir decided to come back to school to extend his education and resume for the work force. Even though his first degree had been enough for him to enter the work force, he quickly learned that for the career he wanted he needed more accomplishments and that he had yet so much to learn.

They enrolled once more, but this time he needed to find a way to pay for his education himself. There was obvious financial support from the government, but he still needed a way to pay for room and board.

Cas has taken a few odd jobs around the school that he shuffles through his studies. These side hustles leave him with enough money to live somewhat comfortably within the university.

[ Personality ]

Casimir is a very sarcastic and loyal person. They are very protective and passionate with their friends, often going out of his way to help with anything that's needed of him. Studying is his life for sure, but when he's not studying he's being a menace around. Cas likes to pass his free time pranking people around the college for a quick laugh. Small elaborate pranks that take time and a bit of effort on his part. He is not malicious in any way, but can have a sharp tongue when approached with attitude or 'superiority'.

[ Wanted plots/connections ]

Platonic - could use a best friend, or just a good friend he feels protective over and would do anything for.

Romantic - the regular smegular, crushes, situationships, fwb, exes etc. etc.

Enemies/nemesis - we can totally plot some drama. I love me some difficult/angry threads

Familiar - foster siblings would be nice! He aged out of the system so it could have been at any point in time. :)

Recent Ex - I think this would be fun and very angsty to thread out on dash. Could be either good or bad terms - we can totally plot it out more.