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[estrella-etoile]

Two Views of the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods

Unpopular opinion, probably, but... Mu Qing and Feng Xin had a point when they went to extremes to try to get Xie Lian away from Hua Cheng

even if they were wrong.

Let's look at this from FengQing's POV. The last time they saw the crown prince, he was fighting with an overpowered ghost king completely obsessed with breaking (and ultimately owning) him. White No-face genuinely believed that he was doing XL a favor with his torture. That the downfall of Xianle was all for the greater good, and that he had plans for Xie Lian related to it all. Maybe they didn't realize it was so that XL could become the perfect protege, but the unhealthy obsession was apparent.

Fast forward to now.

Xie Lian is back. He's suffered from 800 years of destitution and humiliation. He speaks casually of unspeakable pain and torture, and suddenly there's this other overpowered ghost king that brought a reign of terror to the Heavens.

And that ghost king also seems to be around (and extremely affectionate with) the prince. Hua Cheng brought the same terror to Heavenly Officials that White No-Face brought to Xianle (by design as a punishment for Heaven looking the other way...) So here XL is, back, speaking about sleeping in the same bed as Hua Cheng with a shrug. Holding his hand and snuggling up to him. Looking desperate and pained any time they are separated.

And then? As they're trekking up Tong'lu attempting to thwart a new ghost king's birth, they come across a cave full of beautifully carved statues of Xie Lian. From the God Pleasing Crown Prince to the fallen god to the drunken crying exile and finally... to the god suffering the effects of the Land of the Tender. To any but Hua Cheng and Xie Lian (and especially to Feng Xin and Mu Qing), this obsession looks dangerous. After all, was White No-face's obsession different? Maybe it wasn't, and suddenly both of them are asking the (valid) question, is this all happening again? Did Xie Lian truly get broken this time? Is he walking into the life of a kept man and sex slave of a depraved and evil ghost king who was about to achieve the pinnacle of his obsession?

So they acted the way that they thought they needed to, to get Xie Lian away from the threat. Because even after 800 years of ignoring their shame, their loyalty had never completely eroded away.

The difference between White No-face and Hua Cheng is night and day to pretty much anyone paying attention. But the thing is, FengQing didn't have the view that the readers had, didn't even have the view that Pei Ming and Shi Qingxuan had honestly. They didn't see the quiet moments where Xie Lian and Hua Cheng just basked in their little world. Didn't watch Xie Lian giggle at some joke that Hua Cheng told.

They didn't pay attention to Xie Lian, or to the fact that San Lang never tried to force Xie Lian into a mask (which WNF literally did). True, Xie Lian spent a ton of time trying to understand why Hua Cheng had chosen him, but he never so much as had his hackles raised when Hua Cheng was around.

Ironic that it made them strip Xie Lian of agency to "rescue" him.

By Tong'lu, Xie Lian was as obsessed and in love with Hua Cheng as vice versa. It meant the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods was a beautiful revelation. Ah, so this is why my perfect and beautiful and sexy and clever and best friend Ghost King chose me. And I feel so lucky that he did.

It's not something that Feng Xin or Mu Qing are equipped to understand yet. Because Xie Lian is no longer the naive ascended-too-early god pleasing prince. The hardships that he suffered in those intervening centuries made him stronger, instead of weaker.

By the time they finally defeated White No-face, and certainly in the year where Xie Lian waited, I think both of them finally had a good idea of the person he had become. I don't think either will ever be truly comfortable with Hua Cheng (which? fair. also, kinda deserved.), but they definitely can tell that Xie Lian is happy, and are happy for him in turn.

[willsolace-loml]

hi! i saw ur post about headcanons and if u dont mind sharing, can you tell us some of yours for evan? :)

-hes natually blond and every so often hell take a section of hair and dye it fun colors, like purole or green

-he got his ears pierced the same time as pandora cuz she was scared to get them, he ended up liking them so much he got more

-he wasnt friends with barty anf reg till the end of first year cuz barty put him off a lot (and he was worried abt barty being friends with pandora) and he didnt inow wut to think of reg

-dorcas was the first person he came out to, she was a year older and already out so he trusted her, and she caught him looking at a hot gryffindor guy while she was looking at marlene

-hes rlly good and socializing with everybody, like hes super good at hiding his freak for formal situations, by the second hang out tho hes absolutely craxy,

-he asked barty out first anf they went to the three broomsticks, it went terribly until barty spilled his drink all over himself so they had to go to the bathroom to change, evan took of his shirt to give it to barty and was js gonna keep his hoodie on. they ended up hooking up in the bathroom

-him and panda have a secret handshake they made on their 5th birthday, every yesr they add smth new to it, its abt 4 minutes long and theyve nvr forgotten it even once

-he absolutely loves mexican food, js everything abt it he thinks is delicious

-he always has a pack of stickers in his bag

-the entire 3rd year he was majorly emo, like full force emo, he still is emo, js extremely dialed back

-he loves legos, he has a ton in his room at his parents house, theyre all people in handmade tortue devices made with spare legos

-he has "bcj" tattooed on his v line, he also has his and pandora's first words tattooed, pandas in his handwriting anf his in pandoras

i accidentally deleted this and had to rewrite the whole thing wnf im still missing one i cant remember

[release-the-sheep]

Very glad you reblogged thst ask game because I was secretly hoping you would.

Wednesday Night Fever: Where did the title come from?

And I'm also going to take this as an opening and ask what brings you to your characterizations of Maura and Jane in a romantic context (because I think it's absolutely spot on)?

oh my goodness yay! hi!

So, WNF was originally going to be a shorter, much more pwp-esque affair wholly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's song Espresso, because I listen to music while thinking about my blorbos and my brain grabbed onto the idea of that as a Maura song and then proceeded to go brrrr about it. So it was gonna be called something like "Isn't that sweet? (I guess so)" in classic songfic fashion. But then I was thinking about how they would end up in a scenario where Maura is teasing Jane who is trying, for whatever reason, to hold back, only not really trying and just getting desperate and losing her mind a little, and plot happened. And at that point it felt improper not to have the title be related to the case.

Honestly, I find titles Hard. So I was looking for an easy out of some sort, and I figured, the murder happened outside a club, what's a phrase that's easily recognizable as being club-related... Saturday Night Fever. okay but get a little silly with it... different day of the week. Sure. That's how it happened, lol.

As for your second query........ what indeed. Very good question. I don't exactly know. I know my writing of Jane's Figuring It Out is heavily informed by my own experience of that, but that's not really what you asked. A lot of my characterization of them together is informed and maybe cribbed from (franken-cribbed from, I guess, since it's a lot of sources) All of the fic that I read upon first watching and continue to read now. That includes yours, btw. A lot of DanteBeatrice77's stuff as well, and coolbyrne, and @domini-porter, and @julieverne, and more recently @doomsday-dj and..... so many. god there are so many great writers in this fandom. I'm forgetting more than one for sure and I'm sorry to those folks but man there are so many.

I also have a very wonderful fiancée ( @vocallife) I have been mentioning in the majority of my comments lately because we've been using fic as bedtime stories and I read to her, and sometimes our dynamic matches with Jane and Maura's so I do draw on that, too. It's the whole service top/power bottom thing, I find it fairly consistently transposeable to our favourite detective and chief medical examiner.

And also my characterization comes from the fucking performances put on by Angela Michelle Harmon and Sasha Alexander. There are so many gay, gay choices those two made all the time constantly on that set and I simply want to explore them

[hausofmamadas]

This might be the single most incoherent mess I’ve ever publicly written and that’s saying a lot tbf the bar of coherence is the core of the earth for me so, y’know

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“You ever think about writing a movie script?” he asks …“I could do.” “Bout some guy who starts a bike club?” “Yeah, and he thinks he’s the coolest guy around, til he meets someone cooler, that is.”

First off the fact that Johnny loves movies is the most adorable, endearing possible thing that makes so much sense bc the intensity with which we see him watching The Wild One, you just know he was doing the same shit with like El Dorado and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. there’s just never been a truer fact. but also can we just take a moment to round of applause that amazingly well-timed and executed, “i could do” bc that’s so authentic chicago, i’m like beginning to doubt whether you’re actually british or if you’ve not been a secret American this entire time skdjfsk 

He smiles. “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah, someone they call Lips.”

Obsessedskjfskdjskdfkjs Reader will heretofore only be known as Lips and not Reader. this is no longer a readerfic, it’s now just a 2nd person OC named Lips SKSKSK

Then he’s laughing, and not looking at all where he’s going, eyes all sticky to yours, but the road's straight, so you figure it’s alright for a little while.

PFFFKTJSKDJFSK the way I howwwlllleddddddd at this like what road? it’s fine. what crash? we don’t know her

but then he pulls up in this thing—real neat looking, all black and low to the ground, but not too showy, like something he could still put his girls in, when it’s his turn or something.

The fact that his girls even occurs to reader got me so spongebob you like krabby patties bc LIPS IS DOWN SO FUCKINNNNNNBADD DUDE like it reminds me of that thing of when you like someone and it’s super new so you remember every little fact or detail about them and then connect it to everything else you see/smell/hear/taste/touch 

And you know as much about cars as you do about bikes, which is nearly fuckin’ nothin, so you couldn’t tell him anything about it, other than it looks nice, and that he was in a real surprising mood today. Keeping you on your toes, you said.

SKSS the way Reader cannot imagine Johnny in a real-life, honest-to-goodness good mood is crackin me up so much bc it just reminds me of that one part where The Kid’s asking icr if it’s Corky or Wahoo but one of them, who to talk to about getting into the vandals and they point to Johnny, and he’s pointing and screaming as Benny gets off his bike with the boot, “LOOKATDIS GUY!!!!” with the goofiest fuckingskdfjskfjalsj df smile on his face like it proper took me so by surprise it was more shocking than every jumpscare in Longlegs SKSKSKSKSKSK so the fact that Reader is also shocked by it is relatable BUT ALSOOOOOOOOOOO I need to talk about for 50000yrs the way that Johnny’s all giddy and cheeky with Reader and who do we know who elicits that response from Johnny???? HMMMMMMMMMM??????????? 

you were getting real used to having him in front of you, really enjoying it, you know, but side by side? Well, that’s a whole other drug. Spent the whole ride so far just looking at him. At his face, his hands. His thighs in those washed out jeans of his—cause he sits the same in a car as he does on a bike, would you believe it, his knees all spread out like that. And sure, maybe it’s not polite to eat him up so much with your eyes, but you’re listening too 

I mean– this is just– what even is— I can’t understand– i don’t even know where to begin except with: ASF;AKLJSD;LFIAJPWOEIJH[Q0=2IJ3[=Q09IJ3=Q 0I239JIOWEASFIOAJNEDFIOVPANDEVIGJBNQWEUBNQ[ WNF[OQJMAFOASKLDMFL;ASKMD;FASLKEDMF;ASJNDF;aswefoaj;sfjka’sedlrknga;eos[‘avosindeg]EPQWRJ]AND[FNG[PWJSF[POAWIEJ[0IWQEJ0RJQ=[WE0IRJA[-QW0IETU0QAUW384T-=Q8UW3-RIOAHEPD;NVAKJSSEBDFVAKSHBDVADIKFJVAPESDFJGVSJDFNGKAJSNF;GVdeswnfowaeiJFRAWEJRPAWOIJEPRIOWEJRPGIUHWERPTIHUAWEJBNAQWRJSGVAKFEDNSLFNCVSALKFNMAWEOPRJPQI23QPR3290IR3-Q59Q234U62-834U5-6213U4=3135 32045==UW-3RTUk

Okay now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, can I just say I feel like i’ve been pummeled in the face with a baseball bat reading this because what in the actual sweet love of fucks is wrong with you that you would inflict this pestilence upon me, nay upon US ALLLLLLLL. I meannnnn “his thighs in those washed out jeans” “his knees all spread out” IS AS MUCH OF A FUCKING WARCRIME AS BUCKING AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THEN, THAT SHIT MARKED THE DOWNFALL OF GOTDAMN CIVILIZATION OKAYYYYASKDJ christ on a cracker i’ll never recover from being permanently maimed by the this paragraph right here like it’s actually insulting how good it is. More importantly it’s amazing bc even though we all know this is actually a 2nd pov OC it is actually what every lowercase-r, reader has been thinking about Johnny themselves this entire time. Lips is just the collective voice that is cannibalizing this man with their eyes on all our behalf everyone is nodding their heads vigorously in agreement with. It’s also the fact that they’re just so smitten, they’re noticing every little tic, mannerism, every gesture, because they’re so enthralled with him, like it’s so fucking on now ksksks three dates and it’s AWN

you’ve made the car feel like one of those Swedish sauna things on wheels, or maybe it’s just you thinking that way, but your neck is hot, real world hot, and even your brow’s a little damp too. God, if he notices the sweat on you, you’ll be opening that door and rolling out onto the road before he can shout at you to stop. 

SKDJFKSKS the embarrassment over the sweat is the most real-world relatable thing except feel like lips has already forgotten that corky and all the other fucken guys look like they just got done playing like eighty sets of olympic tennis but all the towel boys were taking their smoke break at the same time and Johnny never paid em sweaty beasts no mind

“Well, whichever one you like driving, Johnny,” cause the real answer is that one makes you dizzy and the other makes you act like you ain’t never seen a man before.

PFFTTTTTDSKJF I don’t even have anything funny or coherent to say except, yes. Exactly. It’s giving pls sir may i have another

By the time you’re finally getting out of that thing, you’re thinking thank God, cause you don’t know how much longer you could’ve survived without taking one of his hands off that steering wheel just to feel some part of him. Not in a freaky way, you know, just something to stop you thinking all crazy like. Some little bit of him to hold on to, like you have on the bike.

This is sooooo…. I could actually cry at how fucking inspired this is, memorable, imaginative this is like it’s so sweet and also saucy at the same time, like if I somehow lampooned myself on a desert island and this paragraph was the only thing I had to read, it would never get old. Like just I would never consider that element of intimacy of riding on the back of the biek would be lost when you’re  in a car but like ofc it would but there’s no pretense for that kind of intimacy when you’re in a car so you’re just like twiddling your thumbs like whoopdie doslkdfjsk

At least when you’re pressed up against him like that he can’t look at you, all hungry and curious like he has been doing—and you can’t look at him neither, but you can feel him. All big and strong and warm.

No one will convince me that “hungry” and “warm” wasn’t a personal attack directed at me and how very dare you okay the bucking thing happened like 70yrs ago, must your revenge be so needlessly cruel and petty 

and he buys the tickets and the candy, and the soda that you need dowsing with, and you think, yeah, sure, you can play nice. And he’s letting you go in first, cause he’s a gentleman with things like that, so it’s easy to feel like you’re a respectable person still.

Pfttksjdfksjdf so it’s easy to feel like you’re a respectable person still is such a good way of putting it, like “so I can forget how shamelessly i have been objectifying this man in my head since i got in the passengers seat of this car” sksksk

But then you’re sitting next to him again, and this time it’s in the dark, and his knees are touching yours, actually touching, cause your seats are closer in the theatre and he’s still spread out like he’s got a damn engine under him.

STILL SPREAD OUT LIKE HE’S GOT A DAMN ENGINE UNDER HIMSDKFJSKLDJF;AKJSD;F ARE AHYOU KIDDING ME WITH THESE LATENT SEXUAL METAPHORS OR ARE YOU REALLY THAT MUCH OF A MONSTER don’t answer, that’s a rhetorical question bc we obvs know you’re the actual boogyman (affectionate)

All heart hammering and sweating like you ain’t never kept a guy’s company before.

SKDFKS once again I have nothing of value to say except the way this is phrased deliciously and my teeny detective notepad is out, and i’m taking notes, and i’m cryingall over the notes and the ink keeps running so i keep having to rewrite them but i still can’t stop crying so the ink is still running do you see what you’ve done here

You don’t tell him though, cause these are perfectly normal things to happen on a date, right, and you wouldn’t want him to stop, you only want your brain to quit thinking all these things you ain’t got the right to know yet.

Idk why there’s something so interesting about the “quit thinking all these things you ain’t got the right to know yet” like I know Reader hasn’t met Johnny’s other wife yet, but something about this i feel like speaks to the attitude they’re gonna have whenever they meet Benny and see him and Johnny together. Like I know this is obv not the exact same thing but there’s a thread there that feels consistent to me for some reason and I really like and respect them for it

Like they’re made for kissing, carved out just for that one thing, but they don’t make his face any less handsome, right, and you certainly wouldn’t call him pretty allover. Just, rugged, you know. Good to look at. And, Jeez, you can’t even go five minutes without something like that.

I’m sorry but if this isn’t the most perfect description of how scrumptious this man’s mouth is SKSK 

It’s a good thing you ain’t supposed to talk in here, cause the way this is going, something might slip out that you really shouldn’t say.

PFFTKSJFKSJKS NOT READER LEGIT NEEDING THE SOCIAL CONTRACT OF A MOVIE THEATER TO KEEP THEMSELVES FROM POPPING RIGHT OPEN LIKE A SAFE JOHNNY DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HE’S CRACKED WIDE TF OPENSKSKKSKS

And when you don’t move, like you might not’ve seen him do it, he reaches and puts his fingers through yours until, yeah, you’re holding hands, and he’s sitting them both in the middle right where he wanted them.

Are you fFUKKKKKKKKCINGDKJSKDFUCKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG KIDDING ME, I could kiss you, and kick you, and kill you, and lift you up over my head on a fucking stool like they do at jewish weddings to the bride and groom bc the way you’ve had him handle this here is like– like i’d never fucking think of it, id’ come up with something probably wildy ooc but reading this, even as much as it wouldn’t occur to me, it’s also so. fucking. correct. Like matter-of-fact, not pushy, not overbearing, just like, “let's do This Thing now”

But that bird tattoo, that swallow by his thumb? That’s smooth as anything, and once you start feeling it, you can’t stop. Running your own thumb all over it like you’re in love or something.

LIKE YOU’RE IN LOVE OR SOMETHIGNSKDJFSKJFKJA i had to google if that swallow tattoo was actually real and then saw how many tattoos irl tom hardy has, so i stopped looking for that specific one bc i didn't need to skks, i knew 

Which you’re not complaining about, course not, it sent your heart scattering like a mouse across the kitchen floor, but normally you got a real hold of yourself at a point like this.

The number of times i’ve tried to figure out a better way to say “thumping/beating/pounding heart” better than stupid, cliche, tired ‘ole “thumping/beating/pounding heart” and you just drop this fucking description like it’s easier than nothing at all makes me want to cappo di tucci kiss you on each cheek and also makes me want to caveman smash a bottle over your head full putamadree Dina style

Instead, here you are, acting like you know who he is and what he looks like under all the layers. Acting like maybe you wouldn’t mind so much to one day marry a sort of guy like him—if you were to marry anyone at all, that is. 

OMGSJKDFJSKFJ this turn towards like fanciful daydreaming about marriage was not a turn i saw coming at all but i love it to death, it’s very writing your first name + your crush’s last name all over your spiral notebook in homeroom , i mean I hate to repeat myself but once again very “you liiiiiike kraaaaaabie paaaaattys”

You’re just thinking all sorts of things for the sake of thinking them—just to avoid thinking about all the other things that you’re trying not to think about and, yeah, you’re really going round in circles about it. If he could hear you now, he’d be leaving you right there in the dark.

AWWWWNOOOOOO LIPS!!!! DON’T DOUBT YOUR CHARMS, LIPS!!!! IF YOU PASSED HIM A NOTE IN CLASS THAT SAID “DO YOU LIKE ME? CHECK: YES, NO, MAYBE” JOHNNY WOULD CHECK THE YES BOX I PROMISEEE 

he’s whispering about the girl on screen looking like his Aunt Tina in a hair piece, and you laugh so loud the people in front turn round to shoot you with their eyes—until they see Johnny, that is. Even in the dark, when all you can make out is what the light off the screen gives you, that jacket of his means something. One look at the leather and the patches and, whoosh. Suddenly nobody’s got the guts to say anything about it.

SPFFFTKSKFJ not the slightly problematic but highly relatable “my boyfriend’s back and you’re gonna be in trouble” that we’ve all had at some point or another and some of us * cough * me are having right now as we speak

You’re even squeezing his hand a little afterwards, like you’re thanking him for it even though he didn’t do nothin. Just sat there looking mean, you know. But maybe you want someone sitting there looking mean. Maybe you don’t wanna be doing it for yourself no more, and are perfectly happy to let someone like Johnny do it for you.

Once again, nothing articulate, nothing cogent, except eres un pinshe genio y voy a matarte aunque sea lo ultimo que hago bc it’s just rude to be so talented all up in our faces like this. And like it makes so much sense given what we know of Lips in part 1, like they got moxie out the ears, they’re clearly scrappy, clearly well-versed at taking care of shit when they need to but I also love the idea of there being relief at not having to do that themselves after doing it for so long. It makes it also feel like there’s some story behind that self-sufficience but what is it…… got me all 👀👀

“I’m still deciding,” you tell him, cause you are, cause you were distracted for most of it. But that part you’re not telling. 

PSFSFFTTTSKDFJLSJKFTSTNOOOOOSTOPPPPPPPPPPASODKFJPAOSIDJF BC READER HAS NO FUCKING IDEA AT ALL WHAT’S HAPPENED IN THIS MOVIE ASIDE FROM AUNT TINA’S TOUPE i CANNOTTTSKDFJS 

He don’t smile but his eyes do, and you know before he says anything, that he’s gonna say something in a real sort of a way, just to get a rise outta you. “There I was,” he says, “thinking I was doing something good, you know. Giving you a break from all that talking, Lips.”

This banter, i could crush it with my hulk like strength, i’m wrestling it to the ground and bear-hugging it that hard

“No way. That’s not stickin, Johnny.” “Yeah…” He nods in a sorry looking way. “I kinda think it already has.” “And I kinda think three dates is enough. How’s that for thinkin?” “Oh, calling it then, are you?”

AGAIN THSSSISISIDFJSKJ FFUCKINGGGGG BANTER, LIKE I CAN HEAR HIM LAUGHIGN SO FUCKING CLEARLY, LIKE WHEN HE’S LAUGHIGN AT BENNY RUNNING THROUGH THE RED LIGHTS 

But neither of you are pretending like you believe it, not even for a bit of a game to play; like it’s a given that you’re lying

Where’s my smug pablo emote when i need it bc i’ve already used the spongebob you like krabby patties once in this post SKSK 

So you lean back against his car, right on the driver’s side, and ask him what he thought of the movie, cause you can tell he’s thinking a lot on something or other, so you figure it’s probably that. And he sets off talking like you’re right

Now i’m just repeating myself bc lowkey delirious still from liek aweek of packing and moving and an ave of 4hrs of sleep a night the whole time but the idea that Johnny is a movie buff after one blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scene of him repeating Brando’s lines while watching The Wild One is the most brilliant extrapolation I’ve ever witnessed

you gotta admit, you're not listening to a word of it. Real bad manners it is, really awful of you to get a guy talking and not even hear one thing he says, but Jeez, you’re just watching those lips and that cigarette and not helping yourself in any sort of way at all.

REAL BAD MANNERSSKSKKSSKSKSWHY IS THSI THE FUCKING FUNNIEST THING IN THE ENTIRE FIC LIKE LIPS ACTUALLY BERATING THEMSELFS INTO LISTENINGsksksk just “goddamnit, pullyourshittogether, youlookridiculous, pickyourjawupfromoffthefloor, likereallyareyouinsane, whatswrongwithyou, hesgonnathinkyouresoweirdifheseesyoustaringathimlikethis, getreal, hesjustaman” but being fully incapable of listening to any of it bc look how nice the way his lips do that thang skksks

he takes the smoke from his mouth and tosses it. Never even lit, clean as the day they made it, and he throws it right into that grimy little puddle there with no warning at all. 

As a former smoker, i can attest to how actually hectic this kinda behavior is, i mean downright demented really. Just wasting a perfectly good, unlit cigarette like a candy wrapper. Until i remembered that a pack of cigarettes back then were like the cost of a vending machine soda or some shit

Or maybe, and most likely, he saw how rude you were being and got worked up about it, instead of going the other way. And you wanna tell him it’s not that at all, and you’re sorry, yeah, you’ll listen better now

Nooottskdfjs Lips being like “I swear i’ll be good” to literally no one except themselves i am yooooodelinggggggsldj 

“I’m thinking it’s getting real hard to look and not touch,” you say.

OWWOOOOOOOOOOFOFFFFFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE TF WE GO, ITS HAPPENING, ITS FINALLY TIME, I FEEL LIKE IVE WON THE OLYMPIC GOLD MEDAL OF SCREAMBLOGGINGSIJFDKSJF 

Slips right out of you, gone without stopping, but you said it in a dazed kind of way, so it came out sort of nice, you guess. Honest without being crazy about it.

I love this description sosososooooooooo much, it’s so key to contextualizing what’s just been said, like I can hear it so clearly, I am right there shooting the movie of my dreams and also sobbing and wiping my nose with my shirtsleeve bc im actually not shooting the movie of my dreams but i would be 

and then he’s kissing you. Not quick like some other guy might, but slow and careful like a man really thinking about it. 

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oky the speed with which I just keyboard smashed and the diversity of symbols and capitalization may have been too great for my computer to handle and it may have froze and wouldn't restart for 10 minutes sksks

cause you can tell by his lips, by the way he’s moving, he’s still sort of worrying about it. Like he knows how to but can’t remember yet, or doesn’t know if he likes your mouth enough to forget about the last one he was used to.

THE LAST ONE HE WAS USED TOOOOOOO UGH I AM FLINGING MYSELF ON THE GROUND, KICKING AND SCREAMING, OUR POOR JOHNNY SDKFSJDKS but also is it fucked that I was legit like oh don’t worry about the last one, i bet he and betty hadn’t proper smooched since Eisenhower left the white house

you’re just making sure you remember every bit of this, incase he decides he don’t like it after all.

It really is so interesting to me how much Lips is second guessing Johnny’s interest, like it’s a little bit of insecurity that I wasn’t really anticipating but i feel like says a lot, i just don’t know exactly what it’s saying yet if that makes sense skskksks

Which you’re glad of, cause somehow it’s all adding up to taste like the best sort of thing you’ve ever had, and you don’t think he’d get that title if it was just the cigarettes on his tongue.

As a former smoker who formerly dated a few smokers, can confirm would not get that title if it was just cigarettes

Well, you’re already standing straight again and letting go of his jacket, cause it seems impolite to be tugging on him like that and one of his hands moves to your neck like he’s trying to leave but can’t make his body listen to his head.

LIKE HES TRYING TO LEAVE BUT CANT MAKE HIS BODY LISTEN TO HIS FREAKKKKKINNNSNKDFJSK HEADDDD GET TF OUTTA HERE WITH THIS SLFKDJA;LKSDJFPAOIWE LIKE YOU FUCKING KNOW ITS BAD WHEN IM QUOTING THE SAME THING TWICESKJDFS 

He could have another, or he could shove his hands in his pockets and rush you into the car, and you wouldn’t complain one bit because now you know. You know what it’s like.

Look they waited until they were s’posed to know and look what a treat they got 😌

“Take me home?” Which is the wrong fuckin’ thing to say apparently, because his hands drop off you so quick it almost stings. Like you were never hot

BROOOOOOOOOOOO STG I FUCKING DROPPED MY PHONE READING THISSSSASKJFSKJDK AS QUICK AS HIS HANDS BC IT CANNOT FALL APART THIS SOON ARE YOU KIDDDING

You watch him scratch the back of his neck—always itching when he’s trying to get outta something, yeah, you seen him do it enough times already 

Sksksksk once again, I refer you to bullet point 4 or whatever tf when I said  like this is the shit you do when you’re studying someone under a microscope, not even for simple curiosity, but bc you literally have not a single choice at this point, it’s a compulsion, it’s a sickness, it should be put in the dsm, we are all infected with it thansk to you and your pro johnny rhetoric and your pro-johnny agenda

“You gonna tell me you don’t wanna date me no more?” you ask him. Which is funny, cause you said that before he kissed you, and neither of you meant it then, but now there’s a little sour guy in your gut saying maybe

me rn

"I can’t give you a life, you know?” You stare at him real hard. “Did I ask you to?” “Not yet, but,” he shrugs, “I’ve done all that before.”

JOHNNYYYYNO OOOOOO nonononononno my boi you’re overthinking things, itsfineitsfineitsfine doens’t matter that not an hour ago, Reader was writing your name in their notebook and doodling little flowers and hearts around it shsshshhhhhhhhh itsfineitsfine, nothing to see here, look what's that over there!

He’s figuring all this out like it’s brand fuckin’ new, and all the while trying to make sure you’re not getting cut up in the process. A little early on, sure, but that’s what you gotta do, right? Clear the gutter out before the rain comes.

I might as well be as useless as that little brain roomba from Fallout at this point

(This guy☝️)

bc I can’t help but quote this shit twice and just repeat everything i’ve said already but clear the gutter out before the rain comes is such prose, so perfect, so disgusting, highly objectionable, deeply immoral, i love it completely, i’d probably ? maybe die for it, i’d definitely kill for it. Like it illustrates the sentiment so seamlessly without sounding pretentious which i feel like is such a difficult balance to strike but critical for this character’s voice specifically. Also loving how there’s like the slightest hint of doubt under it bc i can’t help but question how much they can mean it if they were already going from zero to marriage SKKSKS but we love a mess, i came here for the mess. i are, yes, entertained

So you tell him, “I only wanna spend time with you, Johnny.” And he thinks on that, looking like he don’t believe anyone could ever say it and mean it, then he says, “S’pose that’s alright then, if that’s what it is.”

The way Johnny’s in such disbelief over that is so comically upsetting skdfjskjdfs like man, his divorce did afucking NUMBER on him but betty also did treat him kinda like furniture, i mean we saw it skdfjsk 

Scared of touching him like you’re used to doing it, and scared of him dropping you off without saying nothing else at all. Just your pinky and his pinky, and the radio on quiet like you’re dreaming, or something.

*pinches bridge of nose* Like you’re dreaming, or something. I might as well just be a pile of human mush at this point with like i how much damage this fic and specifically this chapter have done to my psyche

It’s short and a little polite, like Mrs Saccone might be watching

SKKSKSSK fucksingskfdjdskfj there is always a mrs saccone in everyone’s neighborhood, apartment building, duplex, whatever 

He’s half-way down the steps again when he says, “See you tomorrow, Lips,” and he don’t even know if you’re free for him or not. Which you guess means you haven't scared him off at all, if that’s what it is.

The fact that Johnny’s just assumed like, “we’re doing A Thing now,” like he’s a really aloof, noble dog a beagle or a basset hound or something idk, what tf do i know about dogs, im a cat person living on the streets until he climbs up the steps of a house with the porch light on, and Lips is outside chatting on the phone, carrying the rotary receiver part with a cigarette hanging outta their mouth, and the dog just walks up and lays right by their feet like, “yeah, this one. Imma pick you. No, no, no you don’t gotta go moving or making a big fuss, just lemme sleep here cause i picked it.” And Reader just smiles cause how special this cute street dog picked me and then shrugs and keeps talking on the phone bc they dont wanna spook him away and it’s so correct and so johnny and yeah, so basically I’ve just continued to deteriorate rapidly from the aforementioned damage, and have advanced past the mush stage, sonlike i’m literally talking to you and staring at the liquid me that has coalesced now into a puddle around me, just me soup. And bc I’ve lost the ability to type altogether, i’ve actually been dictating the 2nd half of this screamblog to my executive assistant, aka one of my cats, his name’s boots but i call him dooty after that mr. skeltal meme, yes, say hi to everyone, dooty. *waves, slides teeny glasses up nose, returns to typing industriously with teeny cat paws* in fact this was typed at a rate of 6wpm which is why it took so long for me to finish, sorry mj. Cats just don’t have the thumb dexterity but we’re doing our best here in the hausofmamadas considering i’m actually Incorporeal Human Stew bc of what you’ve done so thanks bestie *plants fat kiss on your stupid mouth, screams in your face, flips you off, walks away crying*

white room - pt. 3

johnny davis x gn!reader, 18+, canon typical themes and language, 4k words, 3 of ? part one | part two a/n: if anyone's curious, the fics named after the song white room by cream, which was both relevant enough, and playing on spotify at the time, to be chosen for such reasons skskssk gif credit to @hausofmamadas mi amor

Friday, well, that one turns out to be a movie. Not in the romantic feeling kind of way, but in the real movie theatre with a bucket of popcorn and everything else kind of way, and you would’a never expected that from a guy like Johnny. 

Really surprised you at first, caught you so off guard that you made him say it twice when he picked you up, but then he said besides riding and racing, movies are his favourite way to spend an hour or two, which really warmed you up to the idea. And you know, he wasn’t lying, neither. Everyone likes movies in some sort of way, sure, but Johnny? He loves them. Really really. His eyes lit all the way up when he told you which one he’d picked out for you, and you didn’t mind anywhere near enough to complain or choose something else, so that’s what you ended up doing.

And on the way there, he asks what your favourite thing is, for passing time and stuff, and you tell him, well, you suppose that’d be writing. So he says, books? And you says, yeah, stories. Adventures. 

“You ever think about writing a movie script?” he asks.

And you shrug, cause you ain’t never thought about it really. “I could do.”

“Bout some guy who starts a bike club?”

“Yeah, and he thinks he’s the coolest guy around, til he meets someone cooler, that is.” 

He smiles. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, someone they call Lips.”

Then he’s laughing, and not looking at all where he’s going, eyes all sticky to yours, but the road's straight, so you figure it’s alright for a little while. “It’s good,” he says, “but, ah, I don’t think it’ll make it. Won’t get the audience, you know?”

“Sucks,” you tell him, “I had a real good feeling bout that one.”

Oh, and he picked you up in his car this time too, which you ain’t never seen before. With the bikes and the trucks, you thought you had his wheels all covered, but then he pulls up in this thing—real neat looking, all black and low to the ground, but not too showy, like something he could still put his girls in, when it’s his turn or something. And you know as much about cars as you do about bikes, which is nearly fuckin’ nothin, so you couldn’t tell him anything about it, other than it looks nice, and that he was in a real surprising mood today. Keeping you on your toes, you said. 

His reason was something about not wanting to leave his bike someplace he can’t get to in a pinch, and apparently that’s the movie theatre. So, you’re sitting next to him this time, instead of clinging on like a second jacket, and talking all that crap about movie scripts while he drives you there.

You figured you’d be feeling a sort of way about the car thing, cause you were getting real used to having him in front of you, really enjoying it, you know, but side by side? Well, that’s a whole other drug. Spent the whole ride so far just looking at him. At his face, his hands. His thighs in those washed out jeans of his—cause he sits the same in a car as he does on a bike, would you believe it, his knees all spread out like that. And sure, maybe it’s not polite to eat him up so much with your eyes, but you’re listening too, and talking when he needs something from you. 

Plus, you only caught him a couple times, but he’s been looking at you as much as you’re looking at him. At your jeans and thighs as well, you reckon. Between the both of you, you’ve made the car feel like one of those Swedish sauna things on wheels, or maybe it’s just you thinking that way, but your neck is hot, real world hot, and even your brow’s a little damp too. God, if he notices the sweat on you, you’ll be opening that door and rolling out onto the road before he can shout at you to stop. 

At one point, he says, “You like the bike or the car more?”

And you say back, “Well, whichever one you like driving, Johnny,” cause the real answer is that one makes you dizzy and the other makes you act like you ain’t never seen a man before. You’re not precious neither, about what he thinks of you, but you’re not gonna go and say something that’ll make you sound like that now, are you?

By the time you’re finally getting out of that thing, you’re thinking thank God, cause you don’t know how much longer you could’ve survived without taking one of his hands off that steering wheel just to feel some part of him. Not in a freaky way, you know, just something to stop you thinking all crazy like. Some little bit of him to hold on to, like you have on the bike. 

Who would’a known that was the lesser evil of the two, right? At least when you’re pressed up against him like that he can’t look at you, all hungry and curious like he has been doing—and you can’t look at him neither, but you can feel him. All big and strong and warm. Then you don’t gotta sit and wonder like you were just then, going all crazy thinking about how it would be, how it would, well, you know. With his hands and his face and his lips and stuff. Thinking bout that, you know. 

So you get out the car, and for a few minutes you’re free, feeling normal, and he buys the tickets and the candy, and the soda that you need dowsing with, and you think, yeah, sure, you can play nice. You’re chatting and laughing just like last time. And he’s letting you go in first, cause he’s a gentleman with things like that, so it’s easy to feel like you’re a respectable person still. 

But then you’re sitting next to him again, and this time it’s in the dark, and his knees are touching yours, actually touching, cause your seats are closer in the theatre and he’s still spread out like he’s got a damn engine under him. 

Like, fuck, you feel altogether insane by the time the movie’s going. 

No other man’s ever got you like this, right? Sure feels that way at least, like you’re fifteen again, and letting the kid next door take you out for the very first time. All heart hammering and sweating like you ain’t never kept a guy’s company before. 

Johnny don’t notice of course. He’s watching the movie with both hands on his lil’ pouch of M&Ms, and every time he laughs, he’s no idea that his knee’s rubbing up on yours or that his elbow’s bouncing right into your arm. You don’t tell him though, cause these are perfectly normal things to happen on a date, right, and you wouldn’t want him to stop, you only want your brain to quit thinking all these things you ain’t got the right to know yet. 

Like how his lips are so big and pretty looking. Like they’re made for kissing, carved out just for that one thing, but they don’t make his face any less handsome, right, and you certainly wouldn’t call him pretty allover. Just, rugged, you know. Good to look at. And, Jeez, you can’t even go five minutes without something like that. Wondering what his lips are really like to kiss, or whether he’s got any more tattoos any place you can’t see. 

It’s a good thing you ain’t supposed to talk in here, cause the way this is going, something might slip out that you really shouldn’t say. So you just keep looking forward and watching the movie that you’re already losing track of. 

_____

Turns out, biting your tongue is worth it sometimes, cause about half way in you get the answer to one of those crazy questions of yours.

Only a little something, but it gets your heart going all over again. Out of nowhere, his hand goes right there on the arm rest between you, and it’s not just resting, it’s inviting, cause the palms up, you know, waiting for you. And when you don’t move, like you might not’ve seen him do it, he reaches and puts his fingers through yours until, yeah, you’re holding hands, and he’s sitting them both in the middle right where he wanted them.

Before, you’d been wondering if his hands were as rough as they looked like, and well, now you know. And they are. But that bird tattoo, that swallow by his thumb? That’s smooth as anything, and once you start feeling it, you can’t stop. Running your own thumb all over it like you’re in love or something. But his hands are a little cool, you know, compared to yours, and you guess you got some habit you can’t help, about warming things up by rubbing them all sweet like that. 

You guess you’re also feeling like he’s sort of familiar already, and that’s what you do when you hold a hand and it’s one you’re used to, right?

But how’s he got you feeling that way after doing so little? Like he’s got you holding hands and tracing swallows and thinking about his thigh against yours, when really, you’ve seen him three times and that’s it. Which is next to nothing, you know? You haven’t even kissed him properly yet. The other night, when he dropped you home, you got a peck on the cheek and a mouthful of cologne and that was that. Which you’re not complaining about, course not, it sent your heart scattering like a mouse across the kitchen floor, but normally you got a real hold of yourself at a point like this. 

Instead, here you are, acting like you know who he is and what he looks like under all the layers. Acting like maybe you wouldn’t mind so much to one day marry a sort of guy like him—if you were to marry anyone at all, that is. You figure one like Johnny wouldn’t be too bad. Quiet when he needs to be, rough looking, but nice still. Someone you couldn’t bring to your mother but would bring to an office party. It could work, you know, if you were ever really wanting something like that to work. 

Boy, you’re almost making yourself sick thinking about it. You barely know the guy and you got no interest in marrying, not any time soon, and God knows Johnny ain’t wanting that either, so what does it matter to you? You’re just thinking all sorts of things for the sake of thinking them—just to avoid thinking about all the other things that you’re trying not to think about and, yeah, you’re really going round in circles about it. If he could hear you now, he’d be leaving you right there in the dark. 

Then he breathes by your ear, and he’s whispering about the girl on screen looking like his Aunt Tina in a hair piece, and you laugh so loud the people in front turn round to shoot you with their eyes—until they see Johnny, that is. Cause then it’s right back to the screen again like they didn’t see nothing. Even in the dark, when all you can make out is what the light off the screen gives you, that jacket of his means something. One look at the leather and the patches and, whoosh. Suddenly nobody’s got the guts to say anything about it.

And the worst part? That all makes you feel even more like you’d marry him. Or someone like him, if it came up, of course. You’re even squeezing his hand a little afterwards, like you’re thanking him for it even though he didn’t do nothin. Just sat there looking mean, you know. 

But maybe you want someone sitting there looking mean. Maybe you don’t wanna be doing it for yourself no more, and are perfectly happy to let someone like Johnny do it for you.

Who knows, but you really should be watching the movie now anyhow, cause he’s gonna ask you all about it, you’re sure, and you don’t even know any of their names yet.  

_____

“So you like it?” he says after, just like you knew he would, when you’re walking back over the lot to that four wheel surprise of his. 

“Yeah, I think so.”

“What, you only think you like it?” He throws you one of them big, crumply, frowns, with a cigarette bouncing in his mouth already. “How can you not know if you liked it or not?”

“I’m still deciding,” you tell him, cause you are, cause you were distracted for most of it. But that part you’re not telling. “I know I prefer things where I can talk to you, though. Face to face and stuff.”

He don’t smile but his eyes do, and you know before he says anything, that he’s gonna say something in a real sort of a way, just to get a rise outta you. “There I was,” he says, “thinking I was doing something good, you know. Giving you a break from all that talking, Lips.”

“No way.” There it is. “That’s not stickin, Johnny.”

“Yeah…” He nods in a sorry looking way. “I kinda think it already has.” 

“And I kinda think three dates is enough. How’s that for thinkin?”

“Oh, calling it then, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.” But neither of you are pretending like you believe it, not even for a bit of a game to play; like it’s a given that you’re lying, you know, three dates and he and you both know you’re sticking around for more. No question. “You ever gonna light that thing?” you ask, pointing to the long smoke dangling over his chin. You’re at the car now and he still ain’t touched it, acting like he’s not even thought about it since he put it there.

“Was getting round to it,” he says, making no move to do anything other than standing there looking at you.   

And you’re looking right back. 

It’s dark out already, cause that movie was longer than you thought it’d be, but there’s enough street lights round here that nothin’s really hurting by it. He’s just got a little orange on him, shoulders glowing like you’re sitting with a campfire or something. 

So you lean back against his car, right on the driver’s side, and ask him what he thought of the movie, cause you can tell he’s thinking a lot on something or other, so you figure it’s probably that. And he sets off talking like you’re right, going on about one of them cowboys in particular, but you gotta admit, you're not listening to a word of it.

Real bad manners it is, really awful of you to get a guy talking and not even hear one thing he says, but Jeez, you’re just watching those lips and that cigarette and not helping yourself in any sort of way at all. You just agree and shake your head when it feels like the right thing to do—and you know you’re making it obvious, may as well be screaming kiss me, Johnny, kiss me, but he just keeps going. Talking more than you ever heard him talk about anything. 

And right when you think he might ask you something, or call you up on that look you’re giving him, he takes the smoke from his mouth and tosses it. Never even lit, clean as the day they made it, and he throws it right into that grimy little puddle there with no warning at all. He could’a kept it you know, put it back in the box and had it later, if he didn’t want it no more.

“What d’you do that for?” you ask him.

He says, “You wanna go?” 

It’s the way his voice sounds when he asks, it makes you frown a little. Like he’s upset or something. Or maybe, and most likely, he saw how rude you were being and got worked up about it, instead of going the other way. And you wanna tell him it’s not that at all, and you’re sorry, yeah, you’ll listen better now, but all you can do is shake your head at him. 

No, you don’t wanna go. What you want is—well, you’re trying to be good about it, cause he said before that you’re the first person he’s looked at in any real sort of way since Betty left, and that’s a whole load of weird, every step of the way for him, you know—but, God, what you really wanna do is kiss him. You want to kiss him. 

Guess he’s used to you by now, cause you’ve been so quiet that he notices something off about it. Then he don’t look upset, or mad, he just looks confused when he asks, “You okay?”

 Well, then you figure, screw being nice, just for a little bit. 

“I’m thinking it’s getting real hard to look and not touch,” you say.

Slips right out of you, gone without stopping, but you said it in a dazed kind of way, so it came out sort of nice, you guess. Honest without being crazy about it. And he says nothin, no surprise right, but you do catch something—yeah, right there, he goes and does it again—his eyes drop from looking at yours, to looking down at your mouth. Bingo. He’s thinking about it too. All you can do is wait it out.

After a second that feels like a minute that feels like an hour, his head shakes halfway and he says, “I don’t,” but that’s all he says, I don’t. Then he goes and pulls you into him. 

Just like that.

Two hands, either side of your face, scratchy on your cheek and cool feeling cause you got hot real fast, and then he’s kissing you. Not quick like some other guy might, but slow and careful like a man really thinking about it. Kissing you like. Well. Like nobody’s ever been kissing you before. 

You feel yourself curling in, right up close to him, and grabbing onto the edges of his jacket a little. Letting him kiss you, not the other way around, but doing all you can to keep it going, you know, cause you can tell by his lips, by the way he’s moving, he’s still sort of worrying about it. Like he knows how to but can’t remember yet, or doesn’t know if he likes your mouth enough to forget about the last one he was used to. 

And you’re not caring about anything to do with any of that, you’re just making sure you remember every bit of this, incase he decides he don’t like it after all.

But he keeps going still, and your mouth starts tasting like his mouth, which is like a load of ash and candy, cause he’s a sweet tooth, you know, who knew, and he was tossing them back like water in there. Which you’re glad of, cause somehow it’s all adding up to taste like the best sort of thing you’ve ever had, and you don’t think he’d get that title if it was just the cigarettes on his tongue.

When he pulls back—and God, you fight him on it—you make a noise like he hurt you. Embarrassing, right? A little whimper like an animal, or something, and that makes him keep you real close for a sec, just to be sure he didn’t actually hurt you somehow. Then you’re both saying “sorry” at the same time, for some reason. Sorry, you know, over nothin. 

And that’s dumb enough that you laugh right up against his lips, and he breathes in a lazy sort of way, all heavy like he’s not had his fill yet. 

Well, you’re already standing straight again and letting go of his jacket, cause it seems impolite to be tugging on him like that now he’s waiting a little, and one of his hands moves to your neck like he’s trying to leave but can’t make his body listen to his head. 

Course, you don’t mind either way. He could have another, or he could shove his hands in his pockets and rush you into the car, and you wouldn’t complain one bit because now you know. You know what it’s like. 

You’re smiling still too, while he looks at you all hungry like, and you know it’s in your mouth and your eyes and the way you find yourself saying to him,

“Take me home?”

Which is the wrong fuckin’ thing to say apparently, because his hands drop off you so quick it almost stings. Like you were never hot, he was, and now he ain’t there holding you the cold is real sharp feeling. Then he steps back a bit, and he’s clearing his throat and rubbing his nose with his knuckles, and you figure you’ve scared all of that right back out of him again.

“You know,” he says, like it really hurts him to say it, “I—I can’t. I mean. I don’t wanna rush into nothin with us, you know?” 

“I know,” you tell him. “Who’s rushing anything?”

You watch him scratch the back of his neck—always itching when he’s trying to get outta something, yeah, you seen him do it enough times already—and he’s screwing his face up like you ain’t getting it, and he can’t think of any way to put it that'll help. “We should probably, I mean.”

“You gonna tell me you don’t wanna date me no more?” you ask him.

Which is funny, cause you said that before he kissed you, and neither of you meant it then, but now there’s a little sour guy in your gut saying maybe, just maybe, you know. 

“No, no.” He shakes his head, voice all whiny like it actually is hurting. 

“Well what is it then?”

“I know how you get, yeah…you, when it gets like that. Taking you home, staying over. I mean," and then he says, "I can’t give you a life, you know?”

You stare at him real hard. “Did I ask you to?”

“Not yet, but,” he shrugs, “I’ve done all that before.”

A part of you is thinking, God, worrying about all that already? This guy’s a real piece of work. But the sensible part thinks, yeah, you too, even if you weren’t really thinking in any serious kinda way—plus he’s got a divorce two steps behind him, so why wouldn’t he be worrying about it? He’s figuring all this out like it’s brand fuckin’ new, and all the while trying to make sure you’re not getting cut up in the process. A little early on, sure, but that’s what you gotta do, right? Clear the gutter out before the rain comes.

So you tell him, “I only wanna spend time with you, Johnny.”

And he thinks on that, looking like he don’t believe anyone could ever say it and mean it, then he says, “S’pose that’s alright then, if that’s what it is.”

And you say, “Yeah, that’s what it is.” 

And when he drives you home, he’s got one hand on the wheel, and the other on his thigh, and you put your pinky round his like you’re scared of holding it proper. Scared of touching him like you’re used to doing it, and scared of him dropping you off without saying nothing else at all. Just your pinky and his pinky, and the radio on quiet like you’re dreaming, or something. 

But then it comes to it, and you get another taste of candy and ash right under your porch light.

It’s short and a little polite, like Mrs Saccone might be watching, but that don’t matter, cause you figure it means he’s decided you’re alright spending time with him still. Not rushing into nothing, yeah? 

He’s half-way down the steps again when he says, “See you tomorrow, Lips,” and he don’t even know if you’re free for him or not. Which you guess means you haven't scared him off at all, if that’s what it is. 

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[snowflakes-rulez]

ok wiggy is a dumb ship name, but its cute and funny??

like its in the same category as gream and drundy but wiggy sounds more funny and endearing??? you get me? it just sounds better than those two

it just sounds like a dogs name they would own lmao

[wnfshipper]

THIS IS FOR SOME PEOPLE OUT THERE SAID THAT GEORGEBUR ISNT REAL!

1. Just because they don't stream together doesn't mean they're not close

2. And that stream "the vlog" is unplanned. Thats mean they're stream during HANGING OUT!

3. Wilbur's cheeks are very red when it comes to George, especially the 'wine stream' (no mf lighting here k?)

4. And when he's drunk, HE MENTION GEORGE A LOT

5. There are others but NO, HE ALWAYS TAKES GEORGE FOR SAMPLE

6. They literally get on calls alot recently (on private), they call eachother nicknames, they tell stories they had together

7. George calling Wilbur "Will", "Wibbles", "Wilbah"

Wilbur calling George "Gogs", "Gogy", "Gogsta", "baby"

8. If Wilbur doesn't like George, why did he do a 'don't say G word' stream he could do someone else's name

9. Wilbur is so excited when George plays with him. Thats the 'We're hanging out dangerously' stream, at 01:14:50. You can check that out

10. George turned on Wilbur's notifications

11. They playing together off stream

12. The 'Taunt' music video. Wilbur chose George to join. He can also choose someone else but no

13. Wilbur easily accommodated George's request

14. There are many videos about George in wilburs best of 2021

15. "Listen, Wilbur, we'll catch up over a burger" -George asked Wilbur out for a fourth date

16. Wilbur carried George

17. Matching outfits

18. Wilbur gave George his hats, glasses

19. Wilbur knows George hates avocado

20. They already had 3 dates

21. 1 secret date, proof:

22. "I touched George on his shoulder he doesnt mind" -Wilbur

23. "George, im drunk and im lonely come visit me!"- Wilbur

24. Wilbur watching the boxing vlog and laughing at george’s jokes

25. “you’re a man after my own heart, georgenotfound” -Wilbur

26. Wilbur lets George hear songs before they released

27. “yeah, i messaged you because i was worried you didn’t like loud noises”- Wilbur worried abt George

28. “we were kind of in the middle of something” -Wilbur said to Quackity that they were in the middle of something

29. "That time you came to Brighton and i felt in love with you" -Wilbur

30. "Youre so strong" Caught George 4k simping

31. They had sleepover

32. Touching

33. "We should a stream where you do exactly what i say, for 2 hours straight!" -George

34. They watched each other's stream

35. George and Wilbur playing 'who wants to be a millionaire' and the chase until 3am together

36. "We're like this 🤞, we're like this 🤞, me and George 😌" -Wilbur

37. "What would mine be? George- George- Wilburnotfound, Wnf😌" -Wilbur

38. Leaving no space for Jesus

39. Appeared in each other's Instagram story

"Yall good now?" (FOR THOSE PEOPLE THAT CANT EVEN ACCEPT THE SHIP, YALL DONT NEED TO LIKE IT BUT AT LEAST ACCEPT IT!)

Note: Thats all i can find, if yall got more, plz tell me. I'll put it on this post :D ❤

[doedipus]

the whole situation with wnf continues to be confusing and disappointing

it seems like ESA is taking full control of series e away from valle's crew, and I don't think valle is interested in continuing to host a strive event in wnf. but like neither party thought it would be a good idea to get us in the loop about any of these decisions, so we're just like, stranded. we tried getting in contact with someone from ESA after their big announcement to continue our attempt to get paid or whatever but it seems like the time to do that would've been weeks to months ago and idk what we're gonna get out of it.

tangentially, a handful of players have been asking us about the details of this shit and we haven't had satisfactory answers for them, and a few of our commentators have asked about who to get in touch with in order to keep commentating the event... but ESA already has a stable of commentators they're pulling from

besides all that the next season of series e open brackets are going to be on an east coast schedule, so check in is at 3:30pm and bracket starts at 4. I'm reasonably sure that wnf was the only high profile event that ran on pacific time, so basically any players from pnw/socal/norcal/vegas with day jobs won't be able to meaningfully participate in the competitive scene. there's also a severe lack of local events in socal in particular (which is of course partially due to ESA and valle dragging their feet), so I wouldn't be surprised if the scene here is just dead lol.

[pcktknife]

if ur still wondering about hs, jane is a fascist xenophobe cl*wnf*cker. the only good thing in something that feels like it was made just to scorn fans was that roxy and callie came out as trans/nb

What the fuck

Also I find it very funny that you decided to censor clownfucker

[reylosource]

Hi! Happy New Year! I wonder if you know any modern AU Reylo fics that you could recommend, especially if any fics exist of Professor!Kylo and Student!Rey? Many thanks for your amazing and resourceful blog. I love it as much as I love Reylo 😍💖💕💖

 Happy New Year to you too =) Thanks for the kind words.

Modern AUs! Yes I do, and student/teacher dynamics are one of my favorites so here are a few I dug up for you. This is not exhaustive because I started doing it and then realized I can’t just dump 20 fics on you at once so…

Modern AUs

Swipe Right - yes it’s a tinder AU, it’s also a college!AU

Proclivity - this one kind of has a student/teacher vibe, Kylo is a professor and Rey is a student, but not in each others’ class - and he’s more her editor than anything. Good stuff.

Overnight Sensation - I SCREAMED ABOUT THIS ONE A FEW MONTHS AGO, BUT IT’S INCREDIBLE - KYLO REN AS AN OLYMPIC SWIMMER??!! I DIE.

Like a Technicolor Hue - this is basically an incredible taylor swift!Rey AU with a Kylo hard rocker style and they go on tour. It’s amazing. I recommend it (obviously..)

Her Becoming - um so this one is…beautiful, amazing, and intense and you should read it. basically fbi!rey and criminal!kylo go on an adventure.

English Girls, Approximately - godddddddd what a fic, singer/songwriter angsty Kylo Ren, grown up take-no-shits Rey. Bless.

Burning the Midnight Oil - asshole Kylo Ren and server!Rey in a restaurant AU

AQUARIUM - I recommended this on twitter like a month and a half ago as I binge read it and it just lkwejf,wnf - it’s Rey and Kylo doing a modern art piece where they live in the MET’s fishbowl exhibit every day. Strangers. Very good.

Allez Cuisine! - hrrrrng I don’t know what it is but I adore chef AUs, anyway Kylo is a famous chef who loses to Poe (with Rey on his team) in Iron Chef and then it just rolls from there.

Professor/Student

Professor Ren - arrogant professor kylo, shakespeare, and rey in a slow burn. can’t ask for much more (OTHER THAN FOR IT TO BE COMPLETED, I CRY)

Epithumia - visiting professor, sleepy rey, in the secret book room of the library doing research. no really.

Adjunct - visiting professor Kylo Ren, in the theater department. Rey is a set design student. =))

A Blessed Unrest - ART SCHOOOOOOOOL REYLO IS MY JAM 

Start Again - angsty. kylo ren comes back, was a professor.

[thetruthampere]

do wnf with sg pearl pls

It was a fine morning and SG Pearl had decided to go for a walk in the nearby park.  A change of scenery as well as avoiding getting another loitering charge prompted this unusual route.  She couldn’t get charged for loitering on public property that was practically built for it.  The pale woman at first walked the neat concrete paths, but then decided to just cross through the grass and trees after about an hour.  As the wandered around, she could hear faint groaning or growling, it was hard to tell.  Suspicious, SG Pearl headed towards the sound, her hand slipping into the pocket where she kept her switch blade.  As she peered around a large tree, she spotted a very naked woman who was oddly hairy and had blood all over her.  A woman who she could have sworn held very similar resemblance to her girlfriend.

SG Pearl: “What the fuck?” she barely whispered.

The woman jumped to her feet and whirled around to face in SG Pearl’s direction.  Feet stumbled about for a second as she swayed, but the golden eyes zeroed in on the light blues poking out from behind the tree.  SG Pearl knew right away that wasn’t her girlfriend, but bore an unsettling resemblance to her.  Eyes quickly took in the bloodied, clawed hands, and brief flash of pointed teeth.  Add the unusual amount of hair and SG Pearl could of sworn she was looking at something that should only exist in story books and movies.  SG Pearl pulled her hand away from her knife, stepped out into plain sight, and raised her hands up.  The woman’s form tensed, ready to spring into action, a low growl coming from her lips, but suddenly stopped.  Golden eyes widened.

SG Pearl: “What the fuck happened to you?”

WNF Garnet: “Pearl?”

Ok now that was weird.

SG Pearl: “Uhh yeah…”

WNF Garnet closed her mouth and seemed to be in the middle of an internal debate on how to best explain the situation.”

Light blue eyes were rolled.  “Do you need help or something?  You’re in the middle of a public park stark naked and covered in…blood.”

WNF Garnet: “I know this looks bad, Pearl but I can explain.”

SG Pearl was pretty sure the woman was thinking of another Pearl, but if it helped her remain calm, SG Pearl was going to play along.  There were other people in the park and it would be only a matter of time before this naked woman had the cops called on her.  SG Pearl didn’t feel like putting this woman through that.  The pale woman held up a hand.

“Look I don’t want to hear it, save it for later.”

WNF Garnet looked both relieved and hurt.

“Right now lets get you cleaned up and some clothes on.  There are other people in the park and it would only make a scene if they saw you.”

“How are we going to manage that?” WNF Garnet growled.

“There’s a creek that runs through here a little deeper into the woods you can wash off there and I’ll go get you some clothes.”  SG Pearl pointed in the general direction.

WNF Garnet turned her head.  “Yeah I can smell it.”

SG Pearl, “What?”

WNF Garnet tensed up.  “I-Iv’e been here before I know what you’re talking about.”

SG Pearl.  “ok….I’ll be gone about a half an hour, but I’ll meet you back here ok?  Stay out of sight, hide in a bush in you need.”

WNF Garnet: “Thanks Pearl-” golden eyes suddenly narrowed.  “You’re not Pearl,” came the low growl.

The hairs on the back of SG Pearl’s neck stood up at the change in tone and posture.  WNF Garnet closed the distance between them in seconds, a clawed hand grasping the front of SG Pearl’s shirt and shoving her against the tree.

WNF Garnet: “Who are you!”

SG Pearl held her hands up.  “The name IS Pearl, though I have a feeling that I’m not the Pearl you’re looking for.”

WNF Garnet: “You were going to go call the cops weren’t you?!  You want me locked up!”

“If I wanted to call the cops I could have done that already.  I WAS going to go to a clothing store and get you something to wear and some breath mints because fuck you have the worst breath I have ever smelled!” SG Pearl gagged and turned her head away.

WNF Garnet: “How can I trust you?”

SG Pearl: “You can’t, just like I don’t trust that you won’t gut me with those claws of yours.  Gonna add a file and nail clippers to my list,” she muttered the second sentence under her breath but WNF Garnet heard it all the same. “But the thing is you’re surrounded by people and busy streets.  Any way you exit this park you’re going to get seen and they WILL call the cops on you.  And I know this city’s law enforcement well enough that I don’t want you two interacting for a variety of reasons.”

The grip on her shirt didn’t lessen, but at least the hairy woman seemed to be considering her words.

SG Pearl: “Give me forty-five minutes to get you everything and then I’ll be back here, promise.”

WNF Garnet didn’t really have a choice, she had to let this Pearl impostor go.

I could just wait until sun down and make it out.  I have good enough smell to sense anyone before they saw me.

However spending the whole day naked and hungry wasn’t how she wanted to spend her day after a full moon.

“Fine!” WNF Garnet released the hold and stepped back.

The pearl stumbled back a step and then ran.  “You better be clean by the time I get back!”

WNF Garnet snarled.  Lips curved up into a grin, while the woman outwardly didn’t show her fear of Garnet, she could still hear the increased heart rate and see the panic in the woman’s eyes.  WNF Garnet shook her head, she shouldn’t enjoy terrifying people.  With the woman now out of sight, WNF Garnet headed towards the increased moisture she could smell.  It only took a few minutes to find the creek.  The hairy woman crept into the freezing water and scrubbed herself clean.  She then shook off the water as best as she could.  It was annoying how it stuck to her extra hair.

I got a half an hour to dry off now.

WNF Garnet made her way back to the spot and found a place to hide.  Waiting felt like forever, especially since every minute that ticked by made her more anxious.

I should just try to get out on my own, she’s not going to come back.

She wished she had a watch or something to tell the time, but that was where she had left it before she had turned that night.  WNF Garnet growled in frustration.

By the time WNF Garnet was going to start heading out on her own, she caught the scent of SG Pearl.  She sniffed a couple more times, making sure the woman had indeed come alone.  A scent caught her that made her mouth start to water.  SG Pearl stepped out into the small clearing holding two large plastic bags and a burger joint to-go bag.  WNF Garnet rose up out of her hiding spot and quickly approached.

SG Pearl: “For fucks sake give me a warning before just running at me!”

WNF Garnet didn’t even care, It was taking all of her willpower right now to not snatch the bag of food and devour it in one bite.  Light blue eyes were rolled.  SG Pearl held out the food bag.  WNF Garnet tore into the bag and extracted the juicy burger sitting in there.  Drool dripped from her mouth at the sight of extra meat patties stuffed between the bun.  The first bite was heavenly, even if there were a bunch of unnecessary vegetables and the meat was cooked too much.  It was gone in seconds.  WNF Garnet tore into the fries next as SG Pearl laid out the other items she had bought.

SG Pearl: “Ok, you look about my girlfriend’s size so these should fit, if not at least it will cover you.  I also got the breath mints and metal file so you can take care of those dangerous nails and…toenails…”

WNF Garnet licked her lips and let out a low growl of satisfaction.  Food was good.

“Are you even paying attention?”

WNF Garnet blinked and stared at the agitated woman.

She kind of does remind me of Pearl…

“Never mind,” SG Pearl waved off, “Here’s the stuff and some money to help you out.”

WNF Garnet looked at the clothes, socks, shoes, and such laid out.  “Why did you do this for someone like me?”

“A thank you would be more appropriate right now,” SG Pearl glared at her.

WNF Garnet put her head down and began to quickly slip on the clothes.  “Thank you.  I honestly thought you weren’t going to come back.”

“Well I felt like not coming back, but then that reminded me of a time I turned my back on someone else and I felt guilty.”

WNF Garnet was surprised by the honest statement.  “Well, thank you for coming back.  You’ve made my shitty day better.”

“Good,” SG Pearl stood up and brushed off her pants.  “Now don’t go telling people I did this.  I’ve got a reputation to keep of being the town’s hardcore don’t give a fuck person and I don’t want all of my hard work ruined, ok?”

“Deal.” WNF Garnet nodded.

SG Pearl nodded. “Well good luck with your not-as-shitty of a day,” she waved as the turned and headed back the way she came.

WNF Garnet: “Thanks, you too, Pearl.”

Sorry anon for such the delayed response, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[doedipus]

Fav color: I like cooler tones of red a lot

Currently reading: jojo part 8, dungeon meshi, witch hat atelier, a handful of crossdressing or genderbend romcom manga. I also have the devil and the dark water, the tombs of atuan, men at arms, I'm in love with the villainess 1, and the house of fata morgana staring at me and judging me for not reading them

Last song: I had the utena soundtrack going earlier, this is where it left off

Last series: currently watching mobile suit gundam 0079, just finished slayers next a week or so ago

Last movie: if ovas count, read or die. if not, it was probably slayers perfect

Sweet, savory, or spicy: probably savory, but really any combination of those will be good

Currently working on: new twitch avatar, weekly wnf stuff, hypothetically that higurashi fic I started back in june

Tagging: @philanthropy-lite @fishmech @hypdadaist @azdoine

Thanks for the tag @noa-ciharu <333 Tag 9 people you’d like to know better

Fav color: I love purple! I love all the colors, though.

Currently reading:

Fictional Novels: Breasts and Eggs

Manga/Comics: I’m currently caught up with Vanitas no Carte and D.Gray Man, and eventually I’ll also get caught up with Girl From The Otherside and Witch Hat Atelier. 

Non Fiction: A Slip of the Keyboard, which is a collection of essays by Terry Pratchett 

Last song: Civilian by Wye Oak 

Last series: I recently finished watching Odd Taxi! 

Last movie: UHHHH I think the last movie I watched was Black Christmas?

Sweet savory or spicy: I love both. At the same time, even. But If I Had To Choose, It would be spicy. uwu

Currently working on: Nothing? I don’t have time to draw anymore, and writing makes me feel ill so, yeah. 

No pressure on anyone, don’t force yourself to respond if you don’t want to or don’t feel like it. @duskdragonxiii @roseofcards90 @yourfavouritedoll @nightmarist @kuramatheory @sixth-vip @non0riri @waaty @aroanehring @bar-les-coucougnes

[jeffery13s89-blog]

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[aimeel19681492-blog]

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[whitefieldsnurseryabudhabi-blog]

Our days in White Fields nursery always starts with a great activity!

They started their day with music and dancing to our favorite song move and freeze. Such an amazing way to improve our physical, social and emotional skills.

Little Pollies learned about numbers today.

A lot of numbers were presented to the kids in order to sort them.

This was good for their fine motor skills as well as their communication and language development as they tried to explain what they found.

Crazy designers! Rocket craft!

Kids showed their expressive skills by making a marvelous rocket. This activity was full of fun for kids and their little hands were very busy as they were so much involved to have a beautiful outcome. It was a great activity for their cognitive development. Also, their communication skills were put to work. It was great for as it kept their minds at work and a great sensory play for them. They learned how to assemble things together.

Ready, steady go!!!!

It`s time for KARATE!

Little ones enjoyed every single movement during their karate class.

A really great day today….

  DAY 48 IN WNF :) POLLY Our days in White Fields nursery always starts with a great activity! They started their day with music and dancing to our favorite song move and freeze.

[doedipus]

man 2021 sucked

the capitol riot sent me into a depressive spiral for like 2 months right at the beginning, and then stuff felt like it stabilized for a while, and then around august I started spiraling again and idk how to make it stop. it genuinely hasn't been this bad since before I transitioned, I just feel like shit and I can't stop hyperfocusing on how much I feel like shit, and I don't know how long I can hold out if things continue the way they have been

hopefully some miracle will happen in the next year that gets me moving again, but in the meantime I'll be occupying myself with my hobbies, I guess. my only real resolution this year is just to stick around

that said, I'm also gently reminding myself that I did meet a lot of new friends this year through twitch, and fighting game stuff, and doing the anime streams, and friends-of-friends, and it already feels weird to think that I only met them fairly recently

also god damn I watched a ton of anime. it feels like a weird thing to mention as a high point of the year, but I'm not going to pretend I'm not a huge weaboo, it felt good to indulge and revisit a bunch of series I'd dropped, and go back and watch some classics I had missed entirely before.

and of course I've been having a blast working on WNF the last few months, it's genuinely always the highlight of my week no matter how off the rails it goes, and I hope I get to keep contributing to that for a long time

[astro-zomby]

So, this is what is happening in my small town. We have a college and university both in our town. Apparently, Trent University is world renowned and we have many, many international student who go there. I’ve had the pleasure to meet some of these people and they are some of the most polite and educated people I’ve met. They are young people with a lot of potential who are enjoying their experience in Canada.

Then, we had this happen on Sunday, March 19, 2017. Kevin Goudreau has a blog dedicated to educate and inspire White Pride.

https://wnf-canada.blogspot.ca/2017/03/had-white-pride-rally-today-with.html?m=1

I live in the downtown core of that city and I’m whole-heartedly uncomfortable now to go out without someone by my side. I didn’t really want to believe that this was a thing in Canada, but it is. I believe that you are entitled to be proud of the people and heritage you came from, but this is taking it a step too far.

I shared this post on Facebook (disclaimer: I didn’t take the photo), and got a lot of people claimed that it isn’t a racist demonstration. People are claiming that white pride and black pride are the same thing. However, I disagree. It is the message the activists are trying to get across. If a black group is protesting for their rights to exist safely, I agree. If the same group was protesting against an entire race and that they are the only acceptable race, that’s totally different.

I’ve been apart of some Pinoy Pride celebrations in Toronto when I was younger. I believe that was a non-threatening way to embrace your heritage. All were welcome to join in the celebrations, everyone was welcoming.

Additionally, I’m a bi-racial person. My dad moved to Canada from the Phillipines when he was 8 years old. My mother was born and raised in Canada. My brother, in all honesty, looks Chinese. We look nothing alike and if we spend too much time together people think we’re a couple. Fucking weird, but okay…

I’ve grown up in two different cultural settings, but at the end of the day, I’m a Canadian. I pay Canadian taxes, all my IDs are from Ontario. I feel genuinely concerned and even a little afraid. People are already dismissing it as nothing more than people being proud of being white.

Traditionally, White Pride brings in connotations of oppressing other people. The flags in question say “white pride worldwide”, but try again. On a global scale, they’re a minority.

I apologize if this is very jumbled. As I mentioned, I’m scared, anxious, angry, etc. that this hit so close to home. Literally.

There is also this blog I came across:

http://anti-racistcanada.blogspot.ca/2011/09/kevin-goudreau-male-gigolo.html?m=1

It basically makes fun of him. He tried to pick up somebody’s girlfriend, but figures out that picking a fight with someone who out weighs you by 100 pounds probably isn’t a good idea.