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Love Island — part 3

AU. Based on the TV show.

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The couples began to drift off into quiet conversations around the villa, but Tom stayed rooted to his spot, his fists clenched as he watched Harry and Y/N exchange glances. Beside him, his friend Lucas, a tall, lean guy with sandy blond hair, noticed the tension and nudged him.

"Mate, you alright?" Lucas asked, voice low so the others wouldn’t overhear.

Tom exhaled sharply, his gaze still fixed in Harry’s direction. "Not really, no."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t think it’d bother you this much. You two weren’t exactly, you know… Romeo and Juliet."

Tom scoffed, shaking his head. "It’s not like that. It’s just—I thought we were solid enough to stick it out a bit longer, you know? This is barely the second week and she’s already runnin' off with Harry."

Lucas gave him a sympathetic look. “Can’t blame her too much. You said yourself you weren’t feeling that spark with her.”

“Yeah, but…” Tom struggled to find the right words. “It’s just a kick in the teeth, that’s all. Feels like I’m bein’ made a mug of.”

Lucas patted him on the shoulder. "Look, you’ve still got options. The girls are already buzzing about you—Layla’s practically been eyeing you since the first day. And don’t forget Max and Callum, they’ve got your back too.”

Tom’s jaw tightened as he looked around, catching Max and Callum’s sympathetic glances from across the pit, while Jamie joined their little group, clapping Tom on the back. "Forget it, Tom," Jamie said. "This whole thing's a game, right? Y/N's just playing it. Tomorrow, find a way to play back."

Tom forced a smile, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, maybe. Guess we’ll see."

As the boys exchanged a few more quiet words, the rest of the villa settled into their new dynamics, unaware of the brewing tension that would no doubt play out with even more intensity in the days to come.

“Ah, the sweet sting of rejection,” the narrator's voice chimed in with a touch of mischief as the camera panned over Tom’s tense expression. “Looks like not everyone’s feeling quite as ‘coupled up’ as they were this morning. But hey, this is Love Island—where loyalties change as quickly as the cocktails get poured.”

“With Tom stewing by the fire pit and Harry sharing stolen glances with Y/N, it’s safe to say we’ve got ourselves a love triangle in the making. So, who’s playing the game? And who’s about to get played? Only time will tell… and maybe a few sneaky chats by the pool tomorrow.”

As the night settled in and the villa quieted down, Y/N and Chloe slipped away from the others and made their way into the dressing room, heels clicking softly on the tile floor. Chloe nudged her with a cheeky grin as they reached the mirrors, settling in front of them with makeup bags and brushes scattered around.

“Alright, spill it,” Chloe whispered, eyes sparkling. “What’s going on with you and Harry?”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Chloe raised a brow, smirking. “Please, everyone saw the way he was looking at you during the recoupling. You’re both already causing a stir, you know.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip, trying to play it cool. “Look, Harry’s… well, he’s a bit different, isn’t he? There’s this energy about him—it’s easy to talk to him. He makes you feel like the only person in the room.”

“Mm, dangerous.” Chloe teased, reapplying a bit of lip gloss. “So, does that mean you’re done with Tom?”

Y/N sighed, leaning on the counter. “I think I am. Tom’s sweet, but it just feels too… comfortable, you know? And then there’s Harry. I just don’t know where it’ll go. But it’s Love Island, right? I’ve got to see what happens.”

Chloe nodded thoughtfully, nudging Y/N with her shoulder. “Fair enough. Just don’t let Georgia or Lila get in your head—they’ll be on him like hawks.”

Y/N laughed, brushing it off, but there was a hint of nerves behind her smile. “I know”.

t’s the end of a long day in the villa, and with the recoupling finally done, couples are settling into bed—some with more excitement than others. Y/N and Harry, freshly paired up and very much the center of attention after Harry’s bold choice, head to the bedroom together, laughter and nervous smiles exchanged between them.

They climb into bed, adjusting the duvet and settling in. The tension is thick, a mix of nerves and excitement crackling between them as they lie shoulder to shoulder. Harry glances over at Y/N, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

“Quite a day, yeah?” he murmurs, turning to face her a bit more, his hand resting between them on the duvet.

Y/N grins, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear as she looks back at him. “Yeah, wasn’t expecting that.” She pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Didn’t think you’d pick me.”

Harry chuckles, his eyes meeting hers in the low light. “You’re surprised? Really?” he asks, feigning shock. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“I mean…” she shrugs, but her smile widens. “Maybe a little. But you’ve got the whole villa talking now, you know. Even Georgia was making claims.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he says, rolling his eyes with a grin. “But I’m here, aren’t I?” He leans a little closer, their faces only inches apart. “Thought it was obvious I wanted to get to know you. Really get to know you.”

They share a charged look, each of them feeling the spark in the small space between them. Y/N’s pulse quickens, but she keeps her cool, meeting his gaze with confidence.

“Alright,” she teases. “Let’s see if you’re as smooth as you think you are.”

Harry laughs, playfully nudging her shoulder before leaning back. “Careful, or I’ll start showing off,” he whispers. Then he lets the moment settle, his hand gently resting near hers under the duvet, their fingers almost brushing.

They lie in companionable silence for a moment, each of them acutely aware of the other’s presence, as the lights dim throughout the villa.

The narrator’s voice floats in, a knowing chuckle evident.

“It looks like our newly-minted couple are starting to find their rhythm… but this is Love Island, after all, and things never stay simple for long. With Y/N catching Harry’s attention, will sparks fly, or will rivalries start brewing? Get ready for some sleepless nights and see who’s getting closer... and who’s getting jealous.”

As the morning sun rises over the villa, Y/N is the first to stir, carefully slipping out from under Harry’s arm as he sleeps soundly beside her. She lets a small smile escape as she notices his relaxed expression, feeling a flutter of excitement as she heads to the kitchen to make herself a smoothie. The villa is peaceful, the calm before the inevitable storm of another day.

Taking her smoothie out to the sun deck, Y/N settles in with her book, enjoying the quiet moment alone. She relishes the warmth of the morning sun and the rare stillness in the villa, her mind drifting back to the night before, replaying the feeling of Harry’s arm around her as they fell asleep.

Half an hour later, the villa begins to come alive. She can hear voices and laughter drifting over from the bedrooms, and soon enough, footsteps approach her.

“Y/N,” Tom’s voice cuts through her quiet time. She looks up to see him standing beside her, his expression intense.

“Oh, morning, Tom,” she greets, setting her book down and bracing herself for what she knows is coming. His brows are furrowed, and it’s clear he’s got something on his mind.

“Do you mind if we have a chat?” he asks, hands on his hips as he stares down at her.

She gives a small nod, gesturing for him to sit. “Sure, let’s talk.”

Tom sits beside her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking almost nervously at the floor before meeting her eyes. "Listen, Y/N, I’ve just got to ask… after last night, where’s your head at?” He exhales, clearly unsettled. “I mean, after Harry chose you like that, I just… I need to know where we stand.”

Y/N pauses, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. “Tom…” she starts carefully, gathering her thoughts. “I won’t lie, things are a bit… complicated now.” She sighs. “Last night didn’t exactly go as expected.”

Tom shifts, swallowing, but nodding, his jaw set. “So… are you still interested? Or are you moving on?”

She looks at him, appreciating his honesty but feeling the awkwardness of the situation. “I’m just figuring it out, you know? I think we owe it to ourselves to see how things feel with other people too. That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

Tom’s expression shifts, his eyes narrowing as he processes her words. His posture straightens, and he crosses his arms, clearly frustrated.

“Wait—so that’s it? You’re just… seeing how things feel with other people now?” he asks, his tone edging into anger. “After everything we’ve been building? Just because Harry waltzes in, you’re ready to throw it all away?”

Y/N lets out a small sigh, trying to keep her voice steady. “Tom, it’s not about throwing anything away. We both came here to meet people, right? I thought we were on the same page.”

Tom scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to just… drift off the second someone else showed interest.” His voice rises slightly, his frustration boiling over. “Feels like I’ve been wasting my time if you’re just going to move on that easily.”

“Tom, I’m not just moving on,” she says, trying to keep her tone calm despite his anger. “We’re meant to be exploring connections here. That doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t real. It just means… I have to be open to the process.”

Tom shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “Open to the process? Sounds like an excuse. You know what? I’m not buying it.” He stands up, his face flushed with anger as he glares down at her. “Maybe I should’ve seen this coming. Maybe you’re just like everyone else here, out for yourself.”

Y/N flinches at his words, feeling the sting, but before she can respond, Tom turns on his heel and storms off, leaving her alone on the sun deck, her peaceful morning now shattered.

“Looks like Y/N’s got her work cut out for her, and with Tom on edge, it’s only a matter of time before the villa feels the heat. Will Y/N be able to smooth things over, or has Tom’s fuse finally burnt out?”

Y/N’s gaze follows Tom as he strides toward the kitchen, his jaw tight, shoulders tense. Harry, blissfully unaware, is busy preparing two cups of tea, one for himself and other, for Y/N. He’s humming softly, a faint smile playing on his lips—clearly in a good mood.

Tom approaches him with an air of simmering frustration and barely contained irritation. Without missing a beat, he nods at the extra cup in Harry’s hand.

“That’s for her, isn’t it?” Tom says, his tone sharper than usual.

Harry glances up, his brow lifting in mild surprise at Tom’s confrontational tone. “Yeah, it is,” he replies, unfazed, as he continues stirring the tea. “Why?”

Tom huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just didn’t peg you as the type to swoop in the second someone’s available.”

Harry’s smile falters, and he sets the spoon down, giving Tom his full attention. “I don’t think I’m swooping in, mate,” he says, his tone calm but with a slight edge. “We’re here to see if there’s something there, yeah? Same as everyone else.”

“Right, of course,” Tom says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But she and I were building something. And now, you’re what? Just gonna step in and see if you can do better?”

Harry’s jaw clenches for a second, but he keeps his voice steady. “Look, Tom, I didn’t come here to cause any issues. I’ve got to trust that Y/N knows what she wants. So if she’s interested… well, that’s her choice, isn’t it?”

Tom’s eyes narrow, the frustration boiling over. “Choice? Yeah, well, maybe I think it’s a bit easy to make that choice when you’ve got someone like you throwing yourself at her.”

Harry’s eyes flash, but he remains composed, taking a calming breath. “Listen, mate,” he says, his voice quiet but firm. “I’m not throwing myself at anyone. I respect Y/N, and if she wants to spend time with me, I’m not going to stop her. Simple as that.”

There’s a tense silence between them, each refusing to look away.

“Ooh, trouble in paradise! It seems Tom’s feeling a bit threatened by our new islander, and let’s just say Harry’s not exactly backing down. With two guys eyeing the same girl, it looks like sparks are set to fly—just not the romantic kind.”

As Tom’s frustration starts to draw even more attention, Lucas steps in, placing a firm hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Mate, c’mon,” he says, guiding him away from the kitchen. “Let’s get some air, yeah? Cool off a bit.”

Tom clenches his jaw, but after a beat, he allows himself to be led away, shooting one last glare in Harry’s direction. As the two disappear toward the sun deck, Harry lets out a quiet sigh and turns his attention back to the tea he was making. Just then, Y/N approaches, having seen most of what transpired from across the villa.

“Hey,” she says softly, offering him a small, apologetic smile as she glances in the direction Tom had gone.

Harry hands her the cup he prepared, his expression softening the moment he looks at her. “Morning,” he says, a little smile creeping back. “Here, thought you could use a good cup of tea after… all that.”

Y/N takes the cup gratefully, blowing on it before taking a sip. “Thanks. And… sorry about that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tom’s just… well, he’s been feeling a bit blindsided, I think.”

Harry gives a little nod, leaning against the counter and watching her. “No need to apologize,” he says gently. “It’s not your fault if he’s upset. Besides, it’s not like you owe anyone anything here.”

Y/N gives a soft, contemplative nod, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “Yeah, I know. It’s just—Tom’s comfortable, you know? He’s a nice guy… but I’m not sure there’s anything beyond that.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re too sure,” Harry says, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Just a little comfortable, is he?”

She chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Maybe too comfortable. There’s no spark, no real excitement.” Her gaze lifts to meet his, and for a moment, they both linger in the silence. “With you, though,” she starts, feeling her cheeks warm a little, “I think I do feel something… different.”

Harry’s grin widens, his gaze locked on her with unmistakable interest. “Is that right?” he says, his voice soft and low. “Glad I’m not the only one, then.”

She bites her lip, glancing down for a second before looking back at him. “Guess we’ll have to see where it goes, won’t we?”

Harry takes a small step closer, his voice dropping even lower. “I’d like that.” His hand lingers by hers, almost touching but not quite, as if savoring the tension between them.

“Looks like the tea’s not the only thing heating up this morning! With Tom sidelined and sparks flying between Y/N and Harry, it seems our villa’s newest couple might just be on the verge of something big. Stay tuned, because in here, anything can happen…”

Y/N takes a slow sip of her tea, glancing up at Harry with a slightly nervous smile. "So," she begins, setting her cup down on the counter. "What made you come here? To Love Island, I mean."

Harry leans back, crossing his arms as he thinks about her question. “Guess I just thought it’d be a bit of a laugh, to be honest.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “Never done anything like this before. My sister convinced me, actually—said I needed to do something that’d take me out of my comfort zone.”

Y/N smiles, intrigued. “So what is your comfort zone, then?”

He smirks, thinking. “You know, work, mates, a good pint at the local…” He pauses, his gaze softening. “I guess I don’t usually put myself out there, especially with relationships. I’m… guarded, I s’pose. I don’t let people in that easily.”

She nods, understanding. “I get that. It’s hard to open up, especially when you’ve been hurt before.”

Harry’s eyes meet hers, something vulnerable in his gaze. “Yeah, it is. That ever happen to you?”

She hesitates, looking down at her cup. “Yeah,” she says softly. “Had one or two of those, too. I’ve always felt that… if I’m gonna be with someone, I want it to be all-in, you know? Like, I don’t want to waste time on half-hearted feelings.”

“Exactly,” he replies, his voice steady. “That’s it for me, too. People are so casual these days, like everything’s disposable. But I want someone who actually wants to be there, through all of it.”

Y/N looks up at him, feeling the intensity of his words sink in. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“What? Thought I was just here for a holiday fling?” he teases, a grin breaking through the serious moment.

She laughs, shaking her head. “Not exactly. But it’s nice… to see you’re after something real.”

Harry tilts his head, studying her. “What about you? Is there anything you’re hoping to find here?”

She takes a deep breath, then nods slowly. “Yeah, I think there is.” She looks away for a second, gathering her thoughts. “I’ve spent so much time focused on what everyone else wants from me, you know? And I think… maybe it’s time to figure out what I actually want.”

Harry’s hand rests on the edge of the counter, close enough that she can feel his presence. “ It’s like, everyone has expectations. Sometimes, you just want a clean slate, a chance to be yourself.”

They hold each other’s gaze, the air thick with something unspoken. Harry leans in just slightly, his voice a soft murmur. “I reckon we’re both looking for that spark, then. Something that feels real… not just ‘comfortable.’”

Y/N swallows, her cheeks warm. “Seems like we’re on the same page.” Her smile turns playful as she raises her eyebrows. “Guess that means you’ll have to impress me, though.”

Harry laughs, eyes twinkling. “Oh, I’ve got my work cut out for me, have I? No pressure, then.”

They share a laugh, but beneath the humor, there’s a sense of understanding, a spark that neither of them can deny.

The girls gathered on the sun loungers, sipping their drinks and chatting about the day’s events. Georgia, with her sharp gaze fixed on Harry and Y/N across the yard, leaned in closer to Lila and Amber, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Look at them, all cozy and sweet over there,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Can you believe it? Y/N really thinks she’s won the jackpot, doesn’t she?”

Lila squinted towards the couple, where Harry and Y/N shared a laugh, the sunlight catching Y/N’s hair. “They do look a bit... comfortable, don’t they?”

Georgia scoffed. “Comfortable? More like she’s turned him into her little puppet. I mean, really—what does she even have?’

Amber leaned back on her lounger, a smirk forming on her lips. “You’re just jealous, Georgia. You’ve made it pretty clear you’re interested in Harry too.”

“Jealous? Please,” Georgia shot back, crossing her arms. “I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who’s already taken. It’s pathetic. She’s just playing the sympathy card”.

Lila shook her head, frowning slightly. “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? She is nice.”

Georgia raised an eyebrow, her tone dismissive. “Nice doesn’t get you anywhere in here, Lila. Nice girls finish last. Harry deserves someone who’s actually worth his time, not some sad little backstory.”

Amber leaned forward, intrigued. “What’s the real issue here, Georgia? Is it just about Harry, or do you feel threatened by Y/N?”

Georgia’s expression hardened. “I’m not threatened. I just don’t think she belongs here. She’s too soft. This is Love Island, not a charity case. And let’s be real, Tom was way better suited for her. But she just had to run off with Harry, didn’t she?”

Lila shook her head, glancing between Georgia and Amber. “But that’s how this whole thing works, right? If there’s a connection, you go for it. It’s not her fault Tom couldn’t keep her interested.”

Georgia huffed. “Whatever. I just think it’s weak. And I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m happy for her when she’s clearly trying to stake her claim on Harry like it’s some kind of prize.”

Amber raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, what’s your plan? Just sit here and sulk while they flirt?”

Georgia smirked, the corners of her lips curling in mischief. “Oh, don’t worry. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I’m not done just yet. I’ll make sure Harry knows exactly what he’s missing. And if that means shaking things up a bit, so be it.”

Ah, the sweet scent of jealousy in the morning! Someone get Georgia a mirror—she clearly needs a reality check!

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[sulumuns-dootah]

Which demons would be down for pegging. If not how would they react?

WHB kings and pegging them

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A/N: I am back and posting again! (Me and Tumblr hopefully came to a mutual understanding)

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I actually wrote this one for Satan :D (link here)

So just let me summarise:

Yes, he'd be down but it would take some time to warm him up to the idea

And he'll still try to act like doesn't want to do it (he does, but his pride doesn't let him admit it to himself)

The moment the artificial tip brushes over his prostate, it takes him all the restraint to not start fucking himself on it

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Mammon absolutely would

Whatever makes his master happy

And he will even be pretty brave about it, even suggest that you two go shopping for it together so you can pick something that both of you will enjoy

Buuuut when it actually comes to it, he will be a bit intimidated

It's one thing to willingly submit himself in the more abstract way and whole another thing to be actually physically put in his place

And yeah, being the greedy king he is, he will get a bit too ambitious with the size for his first time, despite you telling him

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No

What in Hell possessed you to think that he would allow to you to do that

And yes, his H-scene and all that, but I don't think he'd allow you to do that

...just yet

He might be willing to let you rim him after a century or three

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Sure, but if you let him pay you back for it

Ooor a good ol' sandwich with one of his clones...? ;)

I actually see Beel as a switch, but you have to do some specific stuff to get him to submit

Funnily enough, he'll enjoy himself the most out of all the kings who said yes

But he wil be testing you in the process like the bratty sub he is

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No :/

It's not even about the position or anything

It just takes too much prep and he'll most likely fall asleep during it so at that point it's kinda not worth it if he doesn't even get to enjoy the main act

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What would this demon king not do?

He will even beat you to it and ask you himself

Should you also be interested, he can ask one of the Abaddon prisoners to use their magic and give you your own real dick (limited time only tho :( )

If you both sufficiently enjoy yourselves, it might even become a regular occurence

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I don't think Lucifer would

It's just not really his thing

But being the sweetheart he is, he'll explain it to you like an adult instead of blowing up at you like some other unnamed king >.>

(Honestly, I just can't imagine him doing it. If there's any Luci simp who can, feel free to lmk)

[kyliafanfiction]

Also, while I'm on a Star Wars tear, let's talk about that dress that Padme wears when she's rejecting Anakin.

This is the dress she's wearing in that scene, for reference:

Now, that dress, and indeed, the fact that they're having that whole conversation in an intimate room lit by a fire with a loveseat and mood lighting and so on has been memed on by the fandom, about why would she wear that to reject him, and so forth. It's mostly tongue in cheek, and according to the novelization of AoTC, Padme didn't know Anakin would express his feelings there, which... fair. (she also apparently expresses, in her internal narration, a desire for Anakin to kiss him again).

Very few people are actually serious in their 'criticism' of Padme choosing to wear that outfit when she rejects him - though, to be fair, she's not even rejecting him there, so much as the situation. Let's look at the actual dialogue:

PADME ...I can't. We can't. It's just not possible. ANAKIN Anything's possible. Padme, please listen... PADME You listen. We live in a real world. Come back to it. You're studying to become a Jedi Knight. I'm a Senator. If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, they will take us to a place we cannot go... regardless of the way we feel about each other. ANAKIN Then you do feel something! There's an extraordinary connection between us. You can't deny that. PADME Annie, it doesn't make any difference. Jedi aren't allowed to marry. You swore an oath, remember? You'd be expelled from the Order. I will not let you give up your responsibilities... your future, for me. ANAKIN I was destined to be a Jedi. I don't think I could be anything else. But you are asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do. I wish I could wish my feelings away... but I can't. PADME I am not going to give into this. I'm not going to throw my life away. I have more important things to do than fall in love.

Now, full props to Padme for deciding she cares about her career more than love. Good for her, she can make that choice. But she doesn't say 'I don't like you' or 'I don't feel for you' or 'I'm not interested'. And we know from previous scenes, her body language and even dialogue in them and so forth, that yeah, she is interested. When she first sees him earlier in Attack of the Clones, she is quite obviously having an internal monologue along the lines of 'oh shit, he's hot'.

But again, she's not even really rejecting him, per se, and she's turning him down in that dress, when we the viewer (having seen the movie a zillion times) know that she's going to decide, in like, half an hour of screentime, to throw it away and say 'fuck it, we ball' about her feelings for Anakin

So yeah, it's a bit funny for her to be wearing that dress, in that room, in that context, for that conversation.

Of course, because Tumblr pisses on the poor, people have to take those memes and jokes and try to make praxis out of it. Just recently, I saw a post responding (indirectly) to those memes by going something like 'people make jokes about Padme wearing that dress to reject Anakin because god forbid a woman wear what they want without men giving them shit for it'. You know, very consciously aping the whole 'don't dress like that if you don't want to get catcalled/groped/raped' arguments from sexists and the legitimate response that women can wear wtf they want.

Basically 'Padme can wear what she wants without it being sending mixed signals to Anakin'. Except Padme didn't send mixed signals. She straight up sent a signal - I like you, I'm into this, but I would prefer to prioritize my career. That's a pretty clear signal. She didn't wear the dress and go 'I don't like you' (which would also be a clear signal).

Yeah, Padme can wear what she wants and she's not 'asking' for Anakin to confess his feelings or to flirt (and she totally never flirted back, not once, totally. And no, flirting back doesn't mean Padme would deserve to be... I dunno, assaulted or whatever, or that Anakin is entitled to her affection, but like, Anakin doesn't assault her in AoTC and doesn't act like he's owed her affection)

And that's all true, but also like... wildly missing the point of the jokes, and, you know, the movie. Because we know that Padme does have feelings for him, and does want to act on them and is receptive to his advances. We know this from later in the movie, when we finally get the reveal of her own views and feelings.

She does like him. And while she may not have known that Anakin was going to confess, they had already kissed by then, and she knew how he felt, even if he didn't say it - she knew he liked her and was attracted to her. And she still chose to wear that. Yeah, she can wear whatever she wants... but we (having seen the whole movie) know how she feels, we have a pretty good idea of what she thinks/knows Anakin feels and she chooses to wear that dress, and be with Anakin in that room.

You're not defending women's right to go unmolested (verbally, physically, whatever) based on how they dress by attacking funny haha jokes about Padme's sexy 'rejection' dress. You're just being a killjoy, and missing the point of the scenes and misunderstanding Padme and just like... she's into him. That's canon. You may not like it, but she's into him. That's what makes the whole 'rejection dress' joke funny, because we know she does like him and we know she's about to (in about half an hour of screen time, maybe more, I don't have the whole movie in front of me) decide to say 'fuck it, we ball' about pursuing a relationship with him.

No one is saying Padme was 'asking for it' (with 'it' being... Anakin saying he likes her which is... bad, apparently?).

It's funny.

Also, as an endnote, I'm going to link a wonderful video essay (not mne) about the (actually damn good) writing of the Anidala romance that deserves a whole lot more views. Anyone who made it through this whole post will probably enjoy it.

The Romance of the Prequels is Good, Actually by Star Wars in 66 Seconds.

[sebbyisland]

gay male marriage representation peaked at the tumblr sexyman x dr eggman couple in OKKO that had whole sub-plots about the dating stage, supporting your partner during financial hardship, marriage proposal, marriage counseling, balancing different parenting styles, their children adapting to having step-siblings, finding joy in life while middle-aged and the corporate world trying to drain your soul, divorce, revealing you’ve been a deadbeat absent father to your secret other son this whole time because you pretended your former identity was dead, getting back together with your ex-husband after apologizing for getting so obsessed with work you neglected the home and relationship. The only thing wrong was the thinly veiled censorship to ensure plausible deniability. They didn’t actually get married besides the small blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scenes of them, not in frame with the other, wearing their wedding rings in a brief montage at the end of the last episode. But functionally they were married for much of the show.

[bilightningwriter-writing]

My best time to write these days is at work half the time, honestly. Like, where I work, there are some places that I'm scheduled in where I'm (somewhat) allowed to just write most of the time I'm in there. Obviously work comes first, but I can get a lot done. On the busy days, I can't do much. Or in certain locations, like the customer facing ones.

At home, I don't write much other than typing it up. I do my best to write on my days off, but I'm also trying to keep reading again, too. It's a balance I used to have on lock in high school, but since I spent more time reading than doing things like watching tv, that's the only way my parents could ground me. Granted, that was long, long before I went on medication for my adhd. But ever since I wasn't allowed to read for 2~3 months of high school (other than textbooks) until my grades went up, it messed up my whole rhythm. Like, I couldn't write much without having something to get my imagination going and music just wasn't filling that void.

Anyway, being on meds finally got me back on at least somewhat of a track on things. I honestly thought they'd do the opposite, since caffeine does shit for me (it's a stimulant, most adhd meds are stimulants; at least I convinced my doctor not to start me off on Aderall of all things; and since I was going to school for pysch, I knew at least something that might, and does, work better; for me, that is). But I'm writing and reading again. Not as much as I'd like, but that's where I'm hoping by starting the "parallel play" streaming on Twitch, then it'll force me to not stay in bed on my weekends just scrolling through Tumblr all day.

May 11

Hello writerly friends!

It has been one week since we started our event. 

I challenged myself to a daily writing goal, and as expected, I had a bit of a rough start. The first week in such a challenge shows all the usual problems in a stark light. There's a reason why I didn't naturally write every day before, several reasons, in fact.

You probably know what I'm talking about. So many distractions bombard us every day, from work to social media to just being alive and feeding ourselves. It's really a fulltime job just to function today, and now I'm also trying to be creative? Hell of an expectation for myself. 

Back in the day when I was following all sorts of productivity gurus, one of them always said "don't say you don't have time, you have plenty of time, stop watching Lost!". (Lost was a TV show, for those of you too young to know.) The Lost reference really puts it into a time frame, doesn't it? While I don't follow any of these guys anymore (because they all, and I mean ALL, turned out to be snakeoil scammers, living off the courses they sold to desperate people) we still have to think about how to fit writing into our day.

We're not going to fuck around with some productivity hacks, but the fact of the matter is: Time is a limited resource.

Time will also not just appear. Very rarely will we find ourselves with two hours of unexpected focus time, free of distractions and other obligations. The question is not "how to find time to write?", because time can not just be found. The question is: "how to block time for writing?".

That means scheduling. Not necessarily a specific time, but a time frame. "After work, before dinner", "After or before the first coffee.", "After lunch, for fifteen minutes.". Those are all possible blocks, they can even change from day to day, depending on the realities of life. If I don't reserve these time blocks, I end up with desperate writing at midnight, when I truly should be in bed. That is not sustainable.

How about you? How do you fit writing into your life? Do you have set blocks of time for writing? Do you hide somewhere so nobody can bother you?

As we go into the second week, I hope you'll have plenty of time for writing and I will give you all the stars!

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[wickjump]

a formal thank you to jakei for not blocking me for talking about cross 174832898 times a day. i probably would block me i'm really annoying. any way i very much extremely appreciate you andyour au.hhave a good break your so cool

love wick

[hammer-draws]

It’s been FOREVER since I drew anything so I decided to redraw Shocked Quartz cause I love him

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[himbeaux-on-ice]

country roads, take me home... to the place, where i belong...

[thepersialionheart]

Tell me why it's taken me a month to write two chapters of a fic (which, I'll admit has mayyyyybbeeee come up to almost 20k words already) and I STILL have the last chapter to write.

IT WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT.

I used to be able to write a oneshot in a day, take another day to edit it and then post it. They used to be only 2-4k words.

But I started this small project, and it's already bigger than it was supposed to be and I only have myself to blame.

At least I'm finally getting to the climax, the point my mind has been building up to for the whole month. The part which has been replaying in my head since I decided it would be a good idea to write this.

It better be good written down as it was in my head otherwise I'm going to fuck off to the land of Never and disappear like my father's love for us did.

[killjoy-prince]

Wilson proposing to House in a restaurant while House is on a date with a girl that thinks they're in a relationship but they're both trying to get with her so neither of them could get with her and then after the girl leaves he takes her seat and her wine and looks at House as he takes a sip was pretty hot of him ngl

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[johndonneswife]

Ms. Venus pleasssse share your impeccable taste in the form of pinterest boards with the class, thank you. Also I miss your presence on Tumblr and I selfishly wish you had plans to come back to the fandom side of things but I’m wishing you the best from afar!!

i would totally share my beautiful boards with u if not for the fact that i had a full blown meltdown on pinterest abt yuri on ice and i have soooo many freaking yoi pins lmao and iiiit’s a lil mortifying actually. but i promise my wedding & fashion moodboards are 🤌🏻

[duskandstarlight]

Let’s play 💫

Feel free to ask me 👆

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

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