#would you classify music as art

[taro-bae]

°☆| Blow Your Mind~○°☆

Summary: how they react to a dancer S/O

Characters: (TWST) Riddle, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Cater

Reader gender not specified, could be yuu

Some scenarios have specified dance styles (e.g contemporary for Vil), no warnings

|Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is sheltered, his mother definitely taught him that foolish hobbies are a waste of time. The only form of dance he knows about is ballet, a more elegant and traditional form of dance. So if he finds out you are a hip hop, jazz, contemporary or another style oriented dancer he will be suprised. He won't be able to take his eyes off you. However if you are a dancer in a more 'explicit' style, Riddle will be a flustered mess, blushing while trying to maintain a respectful composure but inside he is panicking.

Riddle enters the room wondering what the music is and decides to check so no students are breaking the rules. He stops in his tracks when he sees you moving to the music. He watches you silently, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage. Once you finish the combo he speaks up-

"That's a rather...vulgar...song."

You are not suprised by his comment, he's always reserved, well-mannered and with a strict definition on what is classified as appropriate.

"But I have to admit, my dear, your dancing is quite...endearing."

He will be interested about your training and why you chose dance as a hobby. He wasn't allowed to have such hobbies so indulge him a bit.

|Kalim Al Asim

This angel of a boy is your number one supporter. Once he finds out you are a dancer he is going to be all over you, and he will ask you to dance with him at any party he hosts. Every single time. He will play music and expect you to join him in a dance, he loves it.

"Y/N! Baby, I did not know you could dance like that!" He exclaims with his signature grin his eyes wide taking in every move. He doesn't waste a second joining you. He doesn't care what music or style it is. He WILL join in. Get ready for a lot of questions. He wants to know how long you've been dancing for, what your favourite style is and so on so forth.

He can't keep his hands to himself. If he's dancing with you he will be all over you. No shame if you're in public, at a party or alone, his body will make contact with yours. How can he not, he loves you so much and he wants to share these moments with you. He has to show you off and tell everyone how good you are. The whole of NRC will know within a day.

At parties and events Kalim will hold onto your hand pulling you towards the dance floor with a excited "y/n, come dance with me! I want everyone to see how good you are!". He's so proud of you!

|Jamil Viper

He won't show it but you captivated his heart. Jamil has a passion for dance, he himself is a breakdance dancer mostly because Kalim would drag him into it. When he sees you dancing, weather it is at a party of Kalims or a dance room, he is analysing your technique, how your body moves, the articulation, the projection, everything to the smallest detail.

Jamil stands near the door frame arms crossed infront of his chest, remaining stoic as he watched. The more he watches you, a smirk grows on his lips. Once you finish or acknowledge his presense he approaches standing infront of you. He feels rather competitive and intrigued.

"Care to dance with me? Come on, show me what you've got." His intense gaze directed right at your eyes watching your every reaction, picking up how you're breathing and starting to blush. He snakes (no pun intended) his arm around your waist pulling closer to him.

"Indulge me a little". He breathes out his voice low and satisfied. He loves the fact that you are a dancer. He totally doesn't dream spending hours in a space, just you and him, coming up with choreographies together, your bodies pressed up against each other. Make his dream come true...

|Vil Schoenheit

Vil is an appreciator of the arts. Dance is a beautiful form of art and performance, not only with expressions but with the whole body in ways that are difficult and requires hours of work. So imagine if Vil comes across you doing a contemporary routine.

He walked into the Pomefiore dance studio seeing you performing your contemporary routine. He stands observing and judging, how you project through your body, your facial expressions, and flexibility when you execute a skill or floorwork sequence.

"Not bad. You move flawlessly, darling. You're full of suprises. We should have recruited you into the SDC group." He says impressed. He can't help himself but add some corrections or points that he noted on how you can improve your performance.

His heart is swelling with pride that his partner is a professional dancer, he is ready to support and promote you even if you say it's just a hobby. He won't let your abilities go to waste. He would occasionally ask you some questions on what you do for stretches or fitness activities to maintain your flexibility and strength. He will he be very invested in your hobbies helping you improve in any way he can.

|Cater Diamond

Oh, honey...get ready for a personal photo shoot. If cater catches you dancing he will whip out his phone faster than ever recording everything. He is not going to leave you alone after that, and yes he's posting it on Magicam with #mylittledancer in the caption. Now it is your responsibility to teach him how to do some popular dance trends , he'll be asking you to film some videos with him wanting to showcase your talent and skill to the entire wonderland!

So when he sees you dancing, especially if you were filming yourself for a post he will be ecstatic. He walks into your room seeing you practising a combo taking out his phone and cheering on you. Congratulations, you gained yourself a cheerleader!

"Oh my sevens! Get it, baby!" He cheers with an occasional 'woo'. "Can you show me another dance, honey? You looked totes adorable when you did that move~". If you offer to teach him a combo he will not say no.

"You're such a good dancer, baby. I'm so lucky to have snatched such a talented cutie for myself~♪"

He's posting photos and videos of you dancing or doing some cool skills the hashtags showing how much he's infatuated with you #mypartnerithebest #dancingqueen #mycutedancemachine

It's a little short but let me know if I should write anymore characters

xoxo ♡

[inception30daychallenge]

Inception 30 Day Challenge 2024: Get inspired, share your hot takes and win prizes!

Create a post, whether it be text, art, music, or any other media, using these 31 items as prompts. Feel free to participate in as many or as few of them as you want!

Copy the prompt into the body of the post somewhere and tag your posts with @inception30daychallenge, #inceptiversary, and #inception30daychallenge. Your posts will be reblogged on this blog for everyone to appreciate!

You earn one entry for every prompt you answer before 11:59 PM EDT on July 31. We’ll hold a raffle then to determine our prize winner(s)! More info can be found in our FAQ.

Prompts below the cut, or at this Google Doc link!

Day 01: Your favourite thing about the movie.

Day 02: Classify each character according to the Alignment Chart. (For more details on what each box means)

Day 03: A post-canon headcanon.

Day 04: Arthur’s secret phobia.

Day 05: Your favourite line in the movie.

Day 06: A fic rec!

Day 07: If you had to change a scene from the movie to have a musical number, which scene would it be?

Day 08: What songs/artists are on Eames’ main playlist?

Day 09: Which character has the most annoying habit on the job and what is it?

Day 10: A headcanon about your favourite character.

Day 11: Mal’s favourite fairytale.

Day 12: Your favourite setting in the movie.

Day 13: A fanart rec! (note: please do not repost art from tumblr artists! just reblog it and tag @inception30daychallenge so we can see it.)

Day 14: What skills would you bring to a dreamshare team?

Day 15: Cobb’s greatest parenting strength and weakness.

Day 16: Inception Day! Make anything Inception-related! Take a photo, write a poem, make a meme, sing a tune, whatever you want!

Day 17: How did the team spend the rest of the week on the first dream level?

Day 18: What building or monument does Ariadne wish she designed?

Day 19: Your favourite bit of fanon.

Day 20: Another type of rec! (meta, podfic, fanvid, edit, meme, blog, whatever!)

Day 21: What would you want to use dreamshare technology for?

Day 22: What skill does Robert wish he had?

Day 23: If you had to be stuck on a deserted island with an Inception character, who would you choose?

Day 24: A headcanon about your favourite friendship or relationship.

Day 25: When Saito was a child, what did he want to be when he grew up?

Day 26: Which summer Olympic sport would each character compete in? 

Day 27: A self-rec! (anything from art to a funny Tumblr post you made!)

Day 28: What piece of media would you want to see in a crossover with Inception?

Day 29: Something Yusuf keeps hidden in his desk.

Day 30: If the characters were all in a band, what instruments/roles would they play?

Day 31: A letter to Inception fandom.

[jo-harrington]

You weren't some spectacular beauty, or otherworldly siren, or heavenly angel that he would expect in a fantasy novel or a DnD game. You were, quite frankly, a mess. But as you turned and nodded your head along to the music, Eddie swore his heartbeat was louder than Mickey's relentless assault on the drums. He approached you at the end of the set as you sat at the bar nursing a cherry coke and circling want ads in the classified section of the Hawkins Post. He asked you if you liked cheese fries before he even said hello. And the laugh you made was loud and honking, but it was nevertheless perfect. You were a disaster made, he hoped, just for him.

From the AASB Prequel: Heaven

Ok this was something incredibly self-indulgent. Thank you to the supremely talented @floredaqueen for this amazing character design sheet for Heaven-era Knight from As Above, So Below.

Flo saw the vision, she helped me hone in on some of the character design that I've been struggling conveying on my own when I commission pieces with Knight and Eddie together. Aside from my original self-insert sketch sheet from Kelso (don't look at me), I usually tell artists "if you want to draw a fem!Steve/Stevie that's totally ok" and while this is not far from either of those things, it's like...I'm squealing. That's her. That's Knight on the page, not going to kick monster ass yet...but soon.

I'm already in love with Flo's art and style but the whole experience was just amazing and the absolute attention to detail that went into this whole thing. (I know I'm only posting one piece/aspect of it but there are LAYERS to this that are gonna stay in my little AASB ref folder and my heart until the end of time.)

And if you're thinking of any kind of art, need help with character design, I cannot recommend Flo enough.

Thank you again Flo!

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump Collab Day 4 (& 22) — Obedience, “you weren’t meant to be there”

This one I wrote with two prompts in mind, and as I was going along I realized it also fits with the day 17 one as well (hostage situation) so three at once! I feel bad for Time, I’m always giving him a hard time in this au...

Warning for some injuries, some violence, and a gun that gets waved around in a threatening manner

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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Time drove down the street with the windows down in his car, enjoying the cool air that blew inside and ruffled his hair. It was a lovely afternoon, and he was glad to not be wasting it in an office.

Some kind of maintenance for the building he worked in had forced Time out of his office, and with nothing better to do, he’d been allowed to take the rest of the day off. He was looking forward to being home alone with Malon for a bit before his sons returned from school, and was already relishing the quiet they’d get to enjoy.

...Assuming, of course, that there wasn’t anything else that required his attention in the meantime.

Time sighed. Ever since supers had been (somewhat reluctantly) legalized again, it seemed like the crime rate had doubled to try and make up for it. Every other day he was stopping a bank robbery, or mugging, or any number of random misdeeds. He was endlessly relieved they were all no longer classified as illegal, and they’d fought hard for it, but... it was starting to get exhausting.

As if on cue, the music from the radio was cut off, and a news anchor began spouting off a report of an in-progress museum robbery.

Disappointment washed over him, and Time sighed and changed lanes, turning away from home and towards the direction of the museum. Malon would have been listening to the radio as well, and she would know he would go to help.

So much for our quiet afternoon.

Putting aside his disappointment, Time turned up the radio to hear the details better, mentally forming a plan for when he got the Hyrule Museum of History. The robbers had gone to the wing where the gems and older artifacts were housed, and had apparently blockaded themselves inside. He couldn’t believe they were brash enough to attempt a theft in broad daylight, at the largest museum in town at that...

But then again, perhaps they want some publicity, Time thought with a snort. There were always criminals around trying to make themselves out as bigger then they were.

The woman on the radio continued with the details, and Time suddenly jerked his head down to stare at it as she repeated the name of the building.

A robbery at the Hyrule Museum of History.

The same museum where several of his children had a field trip scheduled for today.

Time breathed in sharply and stepped on the gas, navigating towards the museum with an increased urgency. Not all of the grades were scheduled to be there at the same time, but there was at least one group that was supposed to still be at the museum now, and three of his sons had been there today.

No, calm down, he berated himself, getting honked at as he narrowly made it through a light, you know they can all handle a crisis, they’ve proved that. And they might not even be there anymore.

It was completely possible that all of their classes had finished and had already gone back to the school, or that the school groups were on the opposite side of the building from where the robbers were. Or maybe his sons had been evacuated with everyone else and would be waiting outside when Time got there, wanting to help out.

Maybe.

Time reached the museum in record time, though the trip seemed to take forever. He ducked into an alley and changed into his gear at lightning speed, then ran for the building, sirens in his ears.

There was a whole crowd of people outside, confused kids and frightened adults, police and security guards trying to maintain order through the clamor. Time left the police to their business of corralling civilians— though he made sure to scan the crowd for three familiar heads, heart sinking when he didn’t find a single one— and went through a side door, out of way of the crowd.

The officer guarding the inside jumped at the sight of him, but quickly realized who he was, directing him to where the robbers had gone with a relieved look.

“We got a report that there’s some kids missing from a school group, Mr. Deity,” he warned before Time went on his way. “It’s possible they’re in the wing the robbers sealed off, but we haven’t been able to get inside to check yet.“

Time’s stomach clenched, but he nodded, and headed for the section that housed ancient jewelry.

The halls were eerily quiet apart from Time’s rapid bootsteps, normally crowded halls foreboding and empty. He didn’t go to the main doorway of the wing, knowing that’s what the robbers would expect, and also where the police would be focusing their efforts, and instead went for one of the smaller doors.

Sure enough there were no police there, only an entrance blocked off by a huge fallen statue of some kind. Time had no trouble moving it aside enough that he could get through, and began running again, his heart in his throat.

Please, please let them be outside, please—

It was even quieter in this section, and Time didn’t pass a soul as he ran past paintings and bones, ancient armor and swords displayed proudly on the walls. Yet the thieves must have hidden a lookout somewhere, for when Time turned the corner into the room housing the most rare pieces, they were waiting for him.

There were at least six of them visible, wearing dark clothing and masks that covered most of their faces. All were armed with guns, most pointed in Time’s direction, but one was pointing towards the group of kids huddled in the center of the room.

Legend right in the line of fire.

Panic and anger roared to life in Time’s chest, but he shoved them away, forcing himself to remain collected in front of the group of criminals. Showing weakness would do nothing but give them an advantage, and despite the fact that he wanted to do nothing but charge forward and get Legend out of there, he remained where he was.

Legend locked eyes with Time, and the relief in his gaze made Time’s hands threaten to shake.

“Hm, Fierce Deity,” the man pointing the gun at the kids said, levelly meeting his gaze. His mask seemed more sinister than the rest. “The report indicated that you were not the most likely hero to show up here today.”

“Let them go,” Time demanded, the other kids watching him in frightened hope. He recognized them as ones from Legend’s class, thankfully no more of his sons among them. “These kids were just here for a field trip, don’t mix them up in this.”

The man crept closer to Legend. “They will be fine if you allow us to leave with what we came for.”

“They’re just kids,” Time said, voice darkened with anger. The man looked at him in an almost bored way, then back down at Legend. “What is it you even came here to steal?”

“That’s our business,” the leader said with a smile in his voice. “Now drop your weapon, and they will be fine.”

Time breathed out, scanning the room again before returning his gaze to Legend. His son was too far for him to reach before anything happened, the other kids as well, and even if there was a remote chance he could get Legend out of the way, it was unlikely he could protect all of the hostages.

You should have been more stealthy coming in—

“D— Fierce Deity,” Legend said in a soft, urgent voice, and Time looked at his son with increasing desperation. “Don’t listen to him, just get everyone else out of here, I’ll be—”

The gun was pressed to Legend’s head, the click of it being cocked near deafening to Time’s ears.

“Put your weapon down, or he gets a bullet through the head,” the man said softly. One of the other kids whimpered. “Swiftly followed by the rest of them.”

Time looked between the man and Legend, seconds ticking by loudly in his head. It was a nightmare knowing he had the power to stop every thief in the room, but being unable to do a thing. He had to stop them, but he couldn’t do anything, not without risking Legend, or any of the other kids, not unless he—

Legend’s lip trembled, almost imperceptibly, and Time exhaled as he bowed his head.

Then he dropped his weapon.

Legend gave him an agonized look as Time raised his hands in surrender, and though Time couldn’t see the man who was still holding the gun to his head’s face, he was sure he was smirking at them both.

Rage abruptly slammed into Time, more powerful then any of the emotions he’d been dealing with so far, and he gave the robber a look of pure hatred. How dare he mix these kids up in a stupid scheme that was doubtless just to make some money?

No lives were worth a couple of pretty rocks, no matter how rare.

“Get on your knees,” the man demanded next, a hint of glee in his voice, and Time grit his teeth and did as he said.

The other robbers jeered as he kneeled down, and closed their circle around him, one kicking at his legs to make him go down faster. A fist suddenly connected with his face, and Time flinched backwards, laughter ringing in his ears. Another blow hit him on the knee, pain bursting up his leg, and he forced himself not to react.

“You’re not going to fight back?” one of them mocked, making him gasp as he jabbed him in the stomach. “It’d be so easy, just one little punch!”

“Let them go and I’ll give you a fight,” Time growled, but the man with the gun shook his head.

“No, I’m enjoying myself too much. Leaving can wait, the Fierce Deity at our mercy is too good of an opportunity to pass up on,” he chuckled. “Rough him up boys, this could be our break into the big time if word gets out.”

Time barely had time to brace himself before the blows began to rain down, all of the robbers eager to swing a punch or two his way.

Now part of Time’s powers was increased durability, his body able to handle much more strain and abuse than any normal person. But he wasn’t invincible in any sense of the word, and the robbers all had extremely hard boots and gloves, and a few had weapons that slammed into and jabbed at sensitive points all over him.

And he didn’t dare fight back.

By the time they were finished knocking him around, Time had a split lip and bruised ribs, and he wasn’t confident his knee would hold his weight. But despite the pounding in his head and the sharp ache radiating up from his middle, Legend was still unharmed, and so were the other kids.

That was all that mattered.

Time breathed in and met Legend’s eyes for a second, his son’s blue gaze wide and equally angry and fearful as they looked at each other.

“You’ve had your fun,” Time said in a voice more hoarse then before. “Now do what you said, and let them go.”

The leader idly twirled his gun, the barrel no longer pressed to Legend’s head, but still much too close to it. “I don’t think so. I don’t want any funny business from you. They’ll come with us until we’re well on our way, and then they’ll be freed.”

The fire in Time’s stomach roared. “You said you’d let them go if I dropped my weapon.”

“Your own fault for trusting the word of a thief,” the leader shrugged, and Time nearly leapt at him then and there. “We’ll be on our way now. And if you decide to follow us before we’re gone, this little group here might just—”

Someone dropped from the ceiling and landed on top of the man.

He let out a shocked cry as he was thrown to the ground, and Time realized Wild had been the one to drop from above, fully in his costume, and Hyrule and Malon soon dropped down along with him.

Relief swept over Time at the sight of his wife and other two missing sons, both safe and sound. Despite the pain when he moved, he swung out at the nearest robber, who took his punch full on the chin and fell to the ground, immediately unconscious.

A gun went off somewhere, but the familiar sound of the bullet being stopped by Hyrule’s shield rang in Time’s ears. A shriek accompanied it, and Time saw his wife hustling the kids back and away from the fight.

“We got what we came for, let’s go!” the leader of the thieves shouted, having somehow wrestled himself away from Wild, and they all sprinted out into a hallway.

Wild’s face screwed up in anger and he bolted after them, Hyrule following close behind. Malon didn’t immediately follow though, pausing at Time’s side and putting a concerned hand on his face.

“Are you okay?” she breathed worriedly, running her thumb by his split lip. “I heard on the radio, I came as soon as I realized, but I had to find the boys first—”

“You need to get those kids out of here,” Time interrupted softly, clasping her hand for just a moment. Malon scanned over him, then nodded, her eyes worried behind her mask.

“You’re right. We can regroup in a bit,” she murmured, and Time pressed the briefest of kisses to her hand.

Malon quickly stood and went back to the group of kids, giving Legend only a short squeeze on the shoulder since she was in costume and wasn’t supposed to know him. She began ushering them out in a different direction than the bandits had gone, and Time watched them leave, relieved they were all fine.

Stumbling slowly to his feet as they trailed out of the room, Time winced as he put weight on his one leg. He’d certainly had worse, but unless Hyrule was willing to help him along, he’d probably need a doctor. Relaxing afternoon indeed.

Legend suddenly materialized at his side as he managed to stand, his face still pale from what had just happened, eyes wide as they looked him over.

Time didn’t hesitate to bundle him into a tight hug.

His ribs ached with the action but Time didn’t care, and he ignored the way his hand shook as he ran it through Legend’s hair. Legend hugged him back equally tight, and Time rested his head on top of his, relief threatening to send him to the ground again.

“Dad, I’m okay,” Legend said, his voice shaking a little.

“I know. I know you are,” Time breathed. He didn’t let go though, and neither did Legend, and Time ran another hand through his hair, still unable to get the image of Legend with a gun pressed to his temple out of his head.

If even one thing had gone differently...

Time silenced the thought before it could form, and gave Legend a squeeze.

“You shouldn’t have let them do that to you,” Legend said, his voice unusually quiet, and Time sighed, pulling back just a little.

“I couldn’t let them hurt you,” he replied, cupping a gentle hand around Legend’s chin. Legend swallowed and averted his gaze. “And I can handle a few punches. That’s nothing in comparison to what he would have done to you and the others.”

And I would endure it thousands of times if it ensured your safety.

“You still shouldn’t have,” Legend mumbled.

“But I did. And I’m okay,” Time reassured, ignoring every ache that protested the fact. “This wasn’t your fault, Legend.”

Legend only closed his eyes, and Time drew him near again, Legend’s hair brushing his chin.

“I’m okay,” Time reassured again, this time in a whisper. “We’re both okay.”

Legend gripped a little tighter at Time’s suit, Time’s hand running over his hair, and they stood there in silence for what felt like a long time before pulling back, and joining the fight with the others.

[eden-has-rotted]

Finally doing an intro post!!

Hi!

-Who Am I?-

The user formally known as edenexxe

I'm Eden!

I have ADHD and most likely autism (and probably a specific subtype of ocd but that's for me to unpack later)

he/him but i dont mind they/them

super talented gorgeous boyfriend !!! his posts will be tagged with # 🐦‍⬛

-Where Am I?-

I'm in the EST timezone

-Music?-

My music taste would be classified as goth and punk, but I am also a huge fan of post-hardcore

The list of bands I listen to contains but is not limited to:

My Chemical Romance, The Cure, Pierce the Veil, Siouxsie & the Banshees, & Green Day

I am a musician, and I play the flute! I am also currently learning bass (guitar)!! And I'd like to say that my singing voice isn't half-bad. In the fall, I am in my school's marching band!

-Hobbies?-

I enjoy doing different kinds of art, but my go-to would have to be traditional art and painting of different kinds.

I also enjoy DIY of all kinds (I have a battle jacket and vest that are parts of my soul)

I love to cross stitch, and am currently working on a giant TCFSR pattern!

I run @identifying-mcr-shows !!

-What Can You Expect Me To Post?-

Mostly MCR stuff. Other than that, I'd say art stuff, random thoughts, and reblogs.

Please tag me in stuff! I love doing chains, so feel free to tag me in music/picrew/whatever chains!! And feel free to send me stuff! My ask box is always open!!

-DNIs?-

Bigotry of any kind (racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, you know the drill)

-

Nice to meet you!!

[tayfabe75]

Matty Healy: Cancelled on purpose?

"I'd rather be a pretend supervillain than some pretend hero." (x)

Matty Healy. If you're familiar with the name, chances are good you've already got an opinion about him. Probably a strong one, if I had to guess! Since opinions about Matty Healy tend to come in just two shades: black and white - revered and reviled. On the one hand, you've got people sleeping in tents on sidewalks, sometimes in sketchy cities and inclement weather, just for the chance to see him up close; on the other hand, you have chronically online Twitter users praying for his early demise, using AI art to bring their most depraved wishes to life. So, what's going on, exactly?

"The only fear I have is provoking ambivalence in people. I'd rather people be angry at me than be bored." (x)

And get angry they did! Matty's 2023 cancellation even earned him Pitchfork's "Villain of the Year" title! But...

Did he plan for it to happen all along?

On October 14th, 2022, Matty appears on Chicken Shop Date with Amelia Dimoldenberg. She confronts him about his plan to go on a podcast and pleads, "please don't", to which Matty replies:

"It's probably good advice."

A couple of months later in December 2022, Zane Lowe reveals that Matty meticulously planned their entire interview, lovingly describing him as a "TROLL!" Likewise, when questioned about their ambitious 'At Their Very Best' tour, Matty says that though the tour "feels loose", it's actually "very, very tight" and "very, very well-rehearsed".

Fast-forward to February 2nd, 2023: Matty makes an appearance on Q with Tom Power, where he describes his interest in the flimsy nature of interviews, saying:

"I could fuck my career, I could be a different person, I could do a Chinese accent, I could do anything!"

About a week later, on February 9th, 2023, Matty appeared on the Adam Friedland Show podcast. For context, this podcast is classified as "black comedy, blue humor, surreal humor, anti-humor, and political satire". It is associated with the "Dirtbag left", which is described as "a style of left-wing politics that eschews civility to convey a left-wing populist and anti-capitalist message using vulgarity". In other words, they're trolls. Just like Matty.

Now, to make things easier for anyone reading who wants the full context, I clipped Matty's three "unforgivable offenses" from the dreaded podcast: here is the "ghetto gaggers" moment, the "Ice Spice" moment, and the "accents" moment. I hope you can tell the difference between British and American accents…

Adam and Nick would go on to clarify that they didn't actually know which website Matty was watching. Likewise, very recently, the woman who walked in on Matty clarified that he was not even watching ghetto gaggers:

When asked about the podcast and whether he baited his fans on purpose, Matty said:

"A little bit. But it doesn't actually matter. Nobody is sitting there at night slumped at their computer, and their boyfriend comes over and goes, 'What's wrong, darling?' and they go, 'It's just this thing with Matty Healy.' That doesn't happen."

Yet, it does! Shortly after the podcast, Matty's fans expressed their distaste for his appearance on The Adam Friedland Show. Part of that might be because it was amplified by this tweet from Yungblud:

Interestingly, a few months prior to his tweet, Yungblud went on record stating his admiration for Matty Healy in November 2022. And after Matty's very "unserious" video response wherein he mocks Yungblud, but Dom would later go on to admit that he found the whole thing funny and that he still likes the guy.

Conveniently, Ice Spice also happened to go on record with her admiration for The 1975 shortly before the dreaded podcast, in January 2023!:

"I listen to alternative music. I feel like a lot of people wouldn't expect that. Yeah, shout out Coldplay, The 1975. Obsessed with them."

This, of course, made the joke about her sting that much more a month later… Now, if Matty simply promoted Ice Spice by praising her on his social media accounts, she might have gotten a small boost in streams, that's true. But think about that pretend villain quote again… by taking the fall for a barely offensive joke that he didn't even say, himself… Matty practically turned Ice Spice into a household name.

And before you go assuming Taylor collaborated with Ice Spice purely as damage control… well, there was a rumor about the collab almost a full month before it dropped, on April 27th. And here's what Ice Spice had to say about it:

"That was mostly through management. I was talking about how I was watching Taylor's documentary 'cause I just wanted to really take notes as an artist and stuff like that. Just like how the lifestyle is for such a big artist like her. My manager heard me talking about that and had like reached out to her team and then they had a song for me and everything just played out real good."

Ice Spice's clarification often gets ignored in favor of the more dramatic version of events. The same way Matty's apology addressing the situation from last April gets ignored by so-called journalists who are rewarded for their biases via clickbait titles.

Ice Spice also clarified that Matty apologized to her personally several times:

"I saw him at the Jean Paul Gaultier party a couple days ago, and he was like, 'Hey, you OK?' and I'm like, 'Of course.' He apologized to me a bunch of times. We're good."

Speaking of podcasts… on April 8th, The 1975 released an episode of 'A Theatrical Performance of an Intimate Moment' (filmed in March) where Matty appears to be rehearsing lines for an upcoming and seemingly "candid" interview with Caveh Zahedi:

On April 15th, Matty revealed that he inspired the rat from Flushed Away. Now, Matty probably didn't actually inspire the character of Roddy St. James (although he really was close to one of the film's writers, Ian La Frenais, who was his mother's godfather), but... with this joke, he had just cemented his own "vermin" moniker that would continue to be used to insult him to this very day (sound familiar? 🐍)

What was it Taylor said? Ah, that's right:

"If you make the joke first and you make the joke better, then it's not as funny when other people call you a name."

Almost a week later, on April 21st, Matty would go on a four-minute speech on stage in Auckland, New Zealand, "finally" providing an apology and an explanation for the whole podcast debacle:

"It's not because I'm annoyed that me joking got misconstrued, it's because I don't want Ice Spice to think I'm a dick. I love you, Ice Spice. I'm so sorry. But I don't want to be… I don't want anything to get misconstrued to be mean. I just want to say, 'Hello. This is a bit embarrassing. I'm sorry if I get it wrong. We all get it wrong'. You know? Like, I just have to do it in public and then apologize to Ice Spice, and my life's just a bit weird. But I am genuinely sorry if I've upset her because I fucking love her."

Ignoring this pre-existing apology, on May 17th, Taylor's fans (allegedly) penned the "SpeakUpNow campaign", urging Taylor to dump Matty. On May 30th, Brad Troemel published the "Taylor Swift Fan Union", a series of satirical infographics targeting Taylor's most entitled fans.

Taylor and Matty were reported to have broken up on June 5th, just one month after Taylor had the nerve to date someone of her own volition, without first seeking fan permission!

And things were about to get even worse for Matty, as his labelmate Rina Sawayama would go on to call him out at Glastonbury in June:

"I wrote this next song because I was sick and tired of micro-aggressions. So, tonight, this song goes out to a white man who watches Ghetto Gaggers and mocks Asian people on a podcast. He also owns my masters. I've had enough."

Yet… Matty resigned from his position at Dirty Hit at the beginning of April, which, at the very least, should call the ownership of Rina's masters into question. Speaking of Rina, she's historically a friend of Matty's! Here she is photographed with Matty's dog Mayhem in 2020. And when Matty took over The Face podcast, they asked some of The 1975's friends to cover their songs… Rina was selected and chose 'Love It If We Made It'.

Speaking of Matty's friends… Bleachers were hand-picked to perform at The 1975's Finsbury Park show on July 2nd, where Matty would label Jack his best friend. Yet, just one month later, Matty would be allegedly "disinvited" from Jack's wedding.

In August 2023, Bleachers would go on to join The 1975's Dirty Hit label (alongside Rina). That same month, an episode of The Ion Pack podcast featuring Matty was published, revealing that Brad Troemel "lit a fire" underneath him "massively". Yep! The guy from earlier who created the "Taylor Swift Fan Union". And, though the podcast was published in August, it was filmed all the way back in November 2022…

Brad would go on to help co-write The 1975's 'Still At Their Very Best' Tour, which would launch in September 2023 (yep, the same month as Matty and Taylor's new relationships!):

During the SATVB tour, on February 13, 2024, Matty would describe what he does on stage as "simulating a breakdown", and, as was always intended, Matty's fans largely fell into the trap he laid… (or, at least, I personally saw a lot of speculation regarding Matty's possible drug relapse and mental health issues all over Reddit and Twitter, based solely on his on-stage performance - well, that and gossip blinds, I'm sure).

But... Matty called it a year earlier, in February 2023, when he said:

"I like these lines of like, blurring between what people consider is real. Because with the internet now, there's also a forum. So, there's a lot of conversation right now about like, whether I'm back on drugs, or whether the show is real."

Remember that pesky podcast that started all this mess? The Adam Friedland Podcast? Well, it's co-created and produced by Nick Mullen. Check out this file Matty shared on December 28th, 2023:

It's a little blurry, so let me actually type it out:

UNTITLED MH PILOT "Canceled" Written by Nick Mullen

Some interesting things started happening at The 1975's shows this February. Matty began playing the clip from Q with Tom Power during Consumption (the one about how he could fuck his career and do a Chinese accent if he wanted). And, in the midst of a seemingly earnest speech, Matty breaks the fourth wall, encouraging his fans to be skeptical of things they see on screens - even seemingly sincere moments...

I'll close this out by reminding anyone who happens to have read this far that Matty grew up watching tabloids profit off of made-up lies about his parents, and the media might have destroyed his relationship with the woman of his dreams (we'll see!) Basically, if anyone has the means and motive to troll the media, it's Matty Healy.

[whispersinthedawn]

Fluttering Fireflies 3

It probably said something about Apollo, or at least about Artemis’s understanding of Apollo, that the god’s first action after parting from her was to perch himself in his casual chariot, put on a pair of Hephaestus’s far-seeing, anti-glare, anti-moisture, anti-rocks, heat-detecting sunglasses, and settle in for a glimpse of his newest obsession.

Um.

Attraction.

Person of interest.

Person he wanted to befriend, possibly befriend.

Whatever sounded less creepy.

Or stalkerish.

Cause he wasn’t being a stalker.

He just … waited for the new god to pop his perfectly shaped head out of the water, dialled up his sunglasses until he could peer beneath the waters, and then tracked the god’s path throughout the week.

But he wasn’t creepy! He never followed the god. Apollo remained right where he was, perched in his chariot, and allowed his own perfect vision and Hephaestus’s sunglasses to do all the work.

And he definitely didn’t eavesdrop on the god’s conversations until he heard his own name mentioned, which as everyone knew, was just asking for his attention.

No, no. Apollo drove the Sun chariot around, composed music, created art, listened to prayers, inspired a few mortals, healed some other mortals, guided some lost sailors to shore, and allowed one of his manifestations to laze around doing nothing but reading books and observing the scenery for some much needed mental relaxation.

And then he heard his name.

Being the friendly, charismatic guy he always tried to be (it wasn’t nosiness no matter what Artemis said), Apollo promptly materialised on top of the boat.

“Hello,” he beamed.

A glass broke against his face.

He blinked. People … didn’t generally throw entire glasses at him, no.

“You surprised me!” the beautiful, dangerous god Apollo might have possibly fallen for cried out.

“Not more than you surprised me,” Apollo pointed out genially while brushing fragments of glass off himself.

“What are you doing here anyway?” the other god demanded, narrowing bright green eyes that might have been inherited from Poseidon but sparkled with a vivacity all their own.

“Heard my name,” Apollo said shamelessly. “It sounded urgent.”

The god peered at him suspiciously. “You don’t look like any of my uncles, but who can say with shapeshifting.”

“I’m Apollo,” Apollo interrupted before the guy could start listing all the gods Apollo couldn’t be.

“I just wanted a little less sunshine,” the recipient of Apollo’s attention said without any consideration for who he was talking to.

“And that made you pray to me?” Apollo cried out, trying terribly hard to sound excited.

Something broke on the other side of the boat. Though Apollo supposed the vehicle wasn’t tiny enough to classify as a rowboat. A yacht perhaps? Terribly small in comparison to anything Apollo would own, but then again, he supposed young gods didn’t have centuries of offerings to call upon.

The young god in question heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry for throwing the glass at you,” he apologized with a disarming smile. “I was surprised, but that’s no reason to take it out on you. My only excuse, I suppose, is that I’m on something of a mission.

“What mission?” Apollo asked, bubbles of excitement rising up his oesophagus.

The young god winked. “A little sneaking, a little breaking. Maybe a little theft.”

“I’d love to help,” Apollo enthused.

And didn’t regret it even when he had to stomp out all the noise on the boat, act as a portable lie detector as the gorgeous, vibrant, ruthless god beside him interrogated his way through the boat, and set up a heat haze that threatened to evaporate the Oceanid pretending she hadn’t stuffed a sheaf of papers down her throat.

“Now,” the unrepentant son of Poseidon said. “I hope you know why I’m here. Because if you don’t, then I’m really going to start wondering just how many people you’ve cheated.”

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Mariposa - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Thirteen of Pedrotober: Javi G Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Javi G x f!reader

Rating: This one's soft and SUPER angsty but is also rated E for some mature themes. Brief mentions of the softest of intimacy (oral and p in v sex occur) near the end but it's not exceptionally explicit.

Word Count: 4014 (idk if this can truly be classified as a drabble anymore, but here we are anyway!)

a/n: This is a VERY special day. There's a full list of notes about how this incredible collaboration came to be at the end, but I would be remiss if I didn't START by mentioning the unbelievable work created by @imdrinkingpedro and @alyssamariag. Before you read, please start by putting on THIS PLAYLIST by @alyssamariag and check out the stunning Book Cover she's created HERE. Then make yourself a drink with THIS RECIPE by @imdrinkingpedro and settle in to read THIS DRABBLE that inspired everything you're about to read here. Or you can save it for the end. The work below is actually a prequel to the world they so beautifully created. I want to note that I could not have done this without their love, assurance, and dedication to bringing this story to life. Plus the one brain cell that we seemingly share. This is their story as much as it is mine and I'm just thankful they trusted me with a part of it.

You always loved the feeling of the dirt beneath your fingertips.

It was one of your earliest memories, the way your small hands were enclosed in your grandmother's gentle embrace as she taught you how to help things grow. You could still smell the sweet scent of lemon and picture the blanket of colorful blooms that flourished outside the little home she owned in Mallorca, and as the golden sun beats down on your bare shoulders, you can hear the whisper of her lessons in the air.

A sigh of relief escapes you when your feet hit the dock. The Mediterranean is just as you remember it, reflecting brilliant hues of blue that you admire as you begin the walk to the estate on the hill. It's impossible for it to feel like anything but home as a wealth of memories flood your senses, and you will the salty air to calm your racing heart.

Your parents had been the ones to suggest that you return to Spain. On one hand, traveling halfway across the world to prepare your grandmother's home for sale, a long overdue task after her passing nearly three years prior, felt like an opportunity straight out of Mamma Mia! On the other hand, it also meant putting your life on hold for the entire summer. Not that there was much to put on hold.

The gravel path that leads to the only home your grandmother ever knew crunches beneath you as you adjust the duffle on your shoulder. The two lemon trees out front are larger now than you remember them, but are still standing proudly, and it feels a little like she's there when you pluck one from the branches, bringing it to your nose as you inhale its scent.

The rest of the house, however, immediately causes you to frown.

Long gone are the flourishing gardens, replaced instead by a wealth of overgrown beds and half-destroyed planters. Things aren't any better inside, where you cough the moment you open the door. A layer of dust unsettles as you push your way inside, clouding the space in a haze as your hope for an easy summer abroad quickly deflates. Each room is in desperate need of a deep clean, most of them need to be repainted, and you find that the floor in the kitchen is barely there. In another life, you can recall this home brimming with energy. Now, it simply feels empty.

But, as your grandmother said, emptiness can always be filled with love.

Unlike the house, the local market is exactly how you remember it. The distant sound of music is what draws you in like a moth to a flame, leading you to the rows of vendors selling everything from fresh vegetables to art. The noise of livestock mingles with the constant hum of the city, bringing the square to life in the same way it did during your childhood.

You weave from booth to booth, reminiscing about the way your grandmother would hold you by the hand as she introduced you to the people she shared her life with. You recognize some of them, still here selling their wares, but you eventually find yourself gravitating toward a booth, not unlike the one she once ran.

The memory is intensified when you spot the young girl hiding behind her mother's skirt, clutching a stuffed fox in her hand, and it's almost like you can see a younger version of yourself in her eyes. She smiles back at you when you offer her a small wave, and soon you're being led around the small booth as she eagerly explains the meaning of each flower to you.

Her name is Sofia, you learn, and she's about to explain the significance of tulips when you realize that you aren't alone in your crash course on flora.

"Javi!" Sofia yells excitedly, abandoning you as she rushes toward the man you know has been watching you. He's tall. Handsome. Incredibly so, with messy curls and broad shoulders covered by a knit top that perfectly emphasizes his arms. He drops to a knee as Sofia rushes to embrace him in a tight hug, and when your eyes meet his, something shifts.

Like there is only before and after this moment.

"How are you today, Little Duckling?" he asks, rubbing Sofia's back gently when she releases him from her grasp. "Selling lots of flowers?"

"Lots of roses," she groans, her smile morphing into a look of disgust.

It causes you to laugh, and Javi glances up at you, a flame erupting in your chest that you quickly try to dampen. Something unspoken passes between you, and you wonder if he feels it too, but then he focuses again on Sofia. "Roses are pretty gross, aren't they?"

She nods. "I think tulips are better."

"Yeah," he agrees, turning back toward you, but you're already gone. "I think they are, too."

"These are for you," Sofia explains the moment you step into the booth the following week. She's holding a brilliant bouquet of yellow tulips out for you to take, and when you attempt to refuse, she reaches out for your hand, gently wrapping your fingers around the stems until you have no choice but to accept them.

You shake your head regardless. "I didn't buy these, Sofia."

She smiles brightly, eagerly letting you in on the secret she's already tried and failed to keep. "They're from Javi."

Javi, the man who has infiltrated your thoughts for the better part of the last week. The entire week if you're being completely honest, no matter how hard you tried to resist. A quick search had granted you far more information than you perhaps wanted to know. You learn that he grew up in the olive business, that he writes for film, and that he's able to buy you far more flowers than you could ever afford. You know already that there's no way for your life to fit into his, but it does little to dull the ache you feel.

"Are they now?" you ask her, tilting your head as you look to Sofia's mother, Helene, for confirmation. Her response is nothing more than a knowing glance before she returns to another customer.

"Tulips," Sofia begins, standing a bit taller as she begins her lecture, "represent soul mates. He said the yellow reminds him of you. Of his Mariposa."

Your eyes widen. "A butterfly?"

"Specifically a yellow butterfly," comes his accented voice from behind you. You find him in a yellow shirt that hangs loosely over his shoulders, and you wonder if he chose it on purpose. "But yes, a butterfly. Thanks for helping me pick them out, Little Duckling," he finishes, winking at Sofia before she scampers back to assist her mother.

"You didn't have to do this," you tell him the moment you're alone, unsure of what else to say.

"I wanted to." It's a simple statement, one that immediately threatens to counteract any resolve you might have. "Plus, Sofia insisted that I buy the pretty girl some flowers."

The two of you observe as Sofia cunningly convinces another buyer to change from roses to tulips. "I suppose she is rather convincing."

"Can I be convincing, too?" he asks playfully. "Would you care to join me for a walk?"

You almost say no, but what feels like a whisper of the wind convinces you to say otherwise. "Walk me home?"

Javi nods, taking a step in the direction of the hill you climb each day. How he knows where you live, you don't ask, but this is a small town, and you've already learned that most of the community will be rabid with discussion tomorrow about Javi Gutierrez and the newcomer together on the cliffside.

The walk is, at first, spent in silence, although it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It feels nice to have someone beside you, filling the space in a way you haven't felt in a long time. Your reasons for traveling to Spain had been about more than just your grandmother's estate, and you feel a sense of ease by his side.

"She reminds me a bit of myself," you offer as you start the climb. "Sofia, that is."

"How so?"

"I grew up here. That's my grandmother's house," you point to the home you're heading toward. "I spent every summer until I was ten visiting her and I'd join her at the market every week just like Sofia does. I'm just back now to get it ready for sale."

You both stop at the end of the drive, taking in the yard that's still thick with thistles and overgrown herbs. "I would have taken care of it if I'd known," he tells you.

It's an odd statement, one that you aren't quite sure what to make of. "That wasn't your responsibility. Plus, you weren't even here," you continue, exposing the fact that you already know more about him than he likely knows about you.

Javi scuffs his canvas shoes against the earth. "I still would've taken care of it. Carmen was a wonderful woman."

It shouldn't surprise you, really, that he would have come into contact with your grandmother at some point, not in a place as tight-knit as this. Not when you know he's spent his entire life here too, and you wonder if you crossed paths in a different life, too. "You knew her?"

"She used to let me pick the lemons," he notes with a soft smile, stepping toward the two trees covered in yellow fruit at the edge of the yard. He moves forward, closing his eyes as he breathes in their fragrance.

"My grandfather planted them for her as a wedding gift," you explain, joining him. "She said that the scent calmed her nerves."

"It calms mine, too," he says with a sigh. The unspoken seems to be louder than the little he admits, but you don't say anything, letting him process whatever it is that seems to have a grip on his mind. "What happened to your grandfather?" he asks eventually.

You consider the roots at the base of the tree and the way the short truck barely seems to support the weight of the leaves and fruit at the top. "He passed away when they were still young. They only had a couple of years together before he got sick."

"And she never remarried," he replies, more of a statement than a question.

"No. She didn't."

A beat passes, and the two of you stand again in silence, golden light bathing you both. When the moment breaks, when his dark eyes take in your form, you feel the fire ignite again, the blush creeping into your cheeks until he nods toward the garden behind you. "How are things going here?"

You turn, letting out a breath. "I..." you start, and then you hear it again. The reminders she's left behind for you.

You don't have to shoulder everything.

"It's a little overwhelming, to be honest."

"I could help," he offers, nervous energy radiating off him, matching the feeling you have in your bones. Like you're both flying a little too close to the sun and if you aren't careful, you might get burned.

Javi, you quickly learn, is not a gardener. But for what he lacks in domestic skills, he makes up for with his company, quickly charming you as you instruct him on how to take out the dead plants and clear the land to make space for new ones.

In turn, he shows you his home. He takes you to the places you remember from your childhood. He drives you along the cliffs, your hair whipping in the wind, making you feel more carefree than ever. And in the evenings, after you've shared glasses of his homemade limoncello, he lets you fall asleep against his shoulder. He introduces you to the films that made him want to write, even if you can't seem to figure out why he's stopped writing now.

Despite the overwhelming scale of his life, he fits into yours as though he's always been there. You talk about what feels like nothing, even when it also feels like everything. From the way you take your tea to the places you want to go. The foods you couldn't live without and the kinds of things you like to read.

When he learns what you're most afraid of, you're standing near a dock that sits on the far reaches of his compound.

"Come on, Mariposa," he begs in the voice you can already recognize as the one he drops into just before he gets into trouble. It's light, completely unlike the man you expected him to be when you read article after article about the controversy surrounding his business years before. "It's just water."

A shake of your head confirms your denial to follow. "I don't swim, Javi." He raises an eyebrow, moving closer to you before carefully taking your hand in his like he's afraid you might break if he grips too hard. You roll your eyes, but you let him lead you toward the waves, your sandals echoing on the wooden dock. "You're not going to change my mind."

He stops at the edge, turning toward you before letting your hand fall back into place. In one quick motion, he grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the toned muscles beneath. His shorts are discarded next, leaving him in just his boxers, and you barely catch a glimpse of the grin on his face before he lets himself fall back into the water.

"Javi!" you scream, immediately fearful that he's made a mistake. That he didn't actually mean to fall into the water. You rush to the end of the dock just as he reappears, head bobbing up past the surface as he shakes some of the water from his hair. "Don't ever do that again," you scold, shifting so your legs hang over the side, feet dangling in the waves. Close enough, your mind reminds you, causing you to grip a little tighter on the boards you sit on.

"You've really never swam in the Mediterranean?" he asks, floating closer to you, his arms swinging up onto the dock to hold him out of the water at your side.

"Never," you state.

"Will you?" he questions honestly, growing a bit more serious, "before you leave?"

You hesitate, unsure of what to tell him. Unsure that, at this rate, you'll ever convince yourself to go at all. "Maybe." He seems to accept your answer as he pushes back off the dock. "What are you afraid of, then?" you ask.

He dips down beneath the surface for a moment, causing you to hold your breath until you can see him once more. "I was afraid of my father, once," he explains, arms swaying through the water to keep him afloat. "He was not a kind man. But when he got sick, I think I realized that, really, I was never afraid of him. I was simply afraid to let myself love him."

"Why?" you question, even if the answer already echoes in your mind.

"Because everyone I love leaves."

The summer races by. Javi helps you repaint the house, the two of you spending hours breathing in the fumes and ending up with more color on you than on the walls. He hires someone to fix the floor in the kitchen, even after you protested that the house was your responsibility. He works in the garden at your side, Sofia and her mother joining you as you plant new blooms where old ones once grew.

You're kneeling next to him, both of you covered in dirt, when you realize that he's not patting the soil down firmly enough for the plants to root. You stop him with a laugh, instinctively taking his hands in your own, shifting so your knees are touching. "Like this, gentle," you breathe out, guiding him the same way your grandmother had done for you.

The pads of your fingers burn as they linger on his skin, and neither of you speaks when you pull back, the silence deafening for the first time in weeks until Sofia races to join you.

"Mariposa, I found a butterfly!" she exclaims, holding her hands out to show you the beautiful creature perfectly balanced on her fingertips. "Just like you!"

"It's beautiful," you note, wishing you had your phone with you to take a picture to save for later, for when you were missing this place and these people.

"She is," Javi notes from beside you, and it's only later that you learn that he hadn't been looking at the butterfly at all.

"He's a good man," Helene notes as you watch Javi carry Sofia's sleeping form, the two of you trailing after them on the cliffside. "And he looks at you like you're the sun."

You don't know how to respond, your focus solely on the person you're quickly finding it difficult to live without. You've desperately tried to keep some space between you and Javi throughout your time in Mallorca. To put the breaks on what feels like something quickly speeding out of control. But with each passing day, you find yourself wanting.

Wanting to give in to the thought that maybe you would adjust to the massive scope of his existence. Wanting to stay here, on the island, the way your grandmother had. Wanting to pull him into your bedroom and give in to the desire that now regularly overcomes every muscle in your body. Wanting to know what it would be like to have his lips on yours.

"He's my friend," you lie, to yourself and to the woman beside you.

Helene hums. "Sofia will miss you when the house sells," she says softly, and you know she's talking about more than just her daughter.

"I know."

Someone buys your grandmother's home.

The buyer isn't disclosed, but it puts a definitive end date on your time in Spain. You don't tell Javi, but he seems to know anyway, even if he never brings it up. You notice a difference, though, in the way he's acting. The way he'll stand closer when you're both tending to the garden or the soft hand he keeps on the small of your back when you walk through the market.

None of it changes your mind.

He takes you to the cliffs the day before you're scheduled to leave, silence lingering between you. You let him take your hand in his, let him guide you from his jeep and lead you down a well-trod path to what feels like the end of the earth.

And when you step to the very edge, the water below flickering specks of gold as it crashes against the rocky shore, your shoulders tense. It frightens you. Both the vast expanse of the sea and the emotions swirling inside you, and your eyes fall shut as you breathe deeply.

It's only when he steps behind you, arms gently wrapping around your waist in the way you've longed for them to all summer, that you relax. "Trust me, Mariposa," he whispers against your ear, "open your eyes."

So you do.

Music envelopes you when you step into the safety of his living room, the space bathed in the last of the golden light as the sun sets on your final evening in Spain. You don't speak, you don't think you can when he draws you back into his arms, swaying slowly to the record he's set to play.

"I started writing again." His confession hangs in the air, a silent plea for you to stay, because while he's never told you why he stopped writing, you know exactly why he's started.

"Javi," you return, your voice begging for him to stop, to let this be the end and let it be easy. To let you make a clean break the way you know you have to. But you can't even manage to convince yourself. You only hold him tighter, and you don't stop him when he guides your lips to meet his.

It's gentle, the way he holds you like you're the most precious thing on earth. Surrounded by reminders of his wealth and status, but with a gaze that only sees you. He finds the straps of your sundress, sliding them over your skin until it floats to your feet. You find the buttons of his shirt, delicately undoing them one at a time until you can push the fabric from his shoulders.

He lowers you to the ground once you're both bare, his lips tracing a path to your center until he's settled between your legs, one of his hands stretching to lace his fingers with yours as you arch into his mouth. When he presses into you, you finally feel whole, and he guides you higher and higher until you're certain you float amongst the stars.

Javi murmurs into your skin when he collapses against you.

"Don't leave."

The morning sun warms you as you stand on the dock, waiting for the boat that will bring you home. Tears still threaten to spill over, the same way they have since you slipped quietly from Javi's arms this morning as he slept. You turn back to look at your grandmother's home atop the cliff, sitting above the town that has felt more like home than the one you're returning to, when a small shape appears along the road that leads to the top.

Sofia.

It takes time for her to reach you, but her form is unmistakable, and once she's close enough she races down the dock. "You can't leave, Mari!" She's in your arms the instant she reaches you, your duffle bag abandoned at your feet so you can fall to your knees and cling to her just as tightly as she's clinging to you. "I have to show you my new house!" she cries into your skin.

Helene appears at the end of the dock, and you meet her gaze instantly. You don't even need to ask the question for her to confirm the answer.

They were the ones who bought your grandmother's house.

How, you weren't sure. You knew how much it sold for, and how distant the price was from their means. Still, the tears fall freely, and you bury your face in the crook of Sofia's neck until Helene encourages you to look up at her. Her gaze tries to convey something she isn't supposed to tell you. Something you were never supposed to know.

But as the boat finally arrives, shaking the dock you stand on, everything clicks into place.

You find him in the garden. Not the one you'd carefully nurtured at your grandmother's house, the same house Sofia would now grow up in, but the one just outside his home. He'd followed you around one evening, listening intently as you outlined where everything could go - the raised beds, the irrigation system, the greenhouse, the lemon trees - all overlooking the sea he so loved.

The sea that reminds you of him.

He's facing away from you, wearing the same thing he was the day you met, his shoulders slumped slightly as he takes in the space in front of him. It's empty, the same way you'd felt when you'd arrived. The same way you supposed he's felt for longer than he lets on. Until somehow, some way, your souls found each other.

When he turns, the world stops, and you know this time that there is only before and after this moment.

Your breath hitches when he wraps you in his embrace, his hands tenderly pulling you closer. When he kisses you with a silent promise, it feels like returning home. And as the breeze swirls the fabric of your skirt against your legs, it brings with it the faint scent of lemon and the whisper of the words your grandmother once told you.

Emptiness can always be filled with love.

a/n: Let me take you on a quick journey. Months ago, @alyssamariag created a Spotify playlist aptly titled "javi g's living room after he drives you through the cliffs." It's 97% of what I listen to while working. Unbeknownst to me, @imdrinkingpedro created a drabble that wove the music into an incredible story about two souls who found each other amongst the lemon trees. Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, when I was looped in so we could collaborate on something extra special for the one and only Javi G.

To continue your story, if you haven't yet read the original drabble by @imdrinkingpedro, which is set after the events of this work, please read HERE. It's gonna melt your heart. PLUS, go check out the recipe for a drink inspired by Mariposa HERE.

For your listening enjoyment, you can find the playlist HERE, and please go see the artwork created by @alyssamariag that brought this all together HERE.

[absolutebl]

hello!!

i honestly think this is a really weird question to ask; but, in your opinion—what age group people should watch bl dramas?

i'm a teen atm who just reads bl fanfics, but lately i've been getting a bunch of bl drama fmvs on my recommendations on yt😭 and it kinda makes me feel tempted to watch the dramas, but i think i'm a bit too young for it, so i'd appreciate if you could tell me what age i should prolly start watching at :D

thank you in advance, i hope you have a good day/night!!

Hum, good question. I'm not sure. I started reading pretty racy stuff very young, so I don't think I'm the best judge.

But there are certainly BLs that if you read fanfic already, just have lite romances and a bit of smooching. So 13 maybe?

I wouldn't necessarily "recommend it," because I can't make that choice for you. You know yourself much better than I do. But there is certainly BL I would classify as YA in a section of a "bookstore," if that helps?

I think you'll want to try to develop a critical eye to the media you are watching/consuming in order to understand some of the messaging it's doing and the cultural leanings it has. Than you'll be fine. If you've waded into this blog, that's a start. It's all I do.

In other words:

BL is not produced in a bubble it's saying lots of other stuff beyond the romance and smooches.

So is all music, books, art.

Please just remember this stuff is for entertainment, not life guidance, and you'll be fine.

That said, since you're a teen, there are certainly many BLs that are very racy and high heat. And some that represent highly toxic relationships. These might be best avoided for now.

If you read BL fanfic or soft yaoi manga then I do have some rec lists that might work for you (stuck at the bottom) but they weren't written with teens in mind. So if you don't feel like your ready, don't watch it, and if you find yourself at all uncomfortable with the show (and I cannot emphasize this enough) STOP watching it.

Please always feel comfortable stopping a piece of media if you feel at all unsafe or uncomfortable or just don't like it.

There is always something else out there you'll like more.

Some quick "YA style" BLs off the top of my head:

My Love Mix Up (either Japan - VIki or Thailand - YT)

My School President (Thailand - YT)

Light On Me (Korea - Viki)

Seven Days (Japan - grey)

I Cannot Reach You (Japan - Netflix)

Wish You (Korea - Netflix)

Semantic Error (Korea - Viki)

Our Dating Sim (Korea - Viki)

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (Japan - Viki)

Restart After Come Back Home (?)

Cherry Magic (Japan - Crunchroll)

Ingredients (Thailand - YT)

He’s Coming to Me (Thailand YT)

Gameboys (The Philippines - Netflix)

Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan - Viki)

About Youth (Taiwan - Viki)

I think it's no accident most of these are from Korea or Japan (mostly on Viki.)

Korea, in general, is going to be largely better for your age bracket, they specialize in soft BL with lower heat levels (with very few exceptions).

Japan can veer heavily in the opposite direction, so come ask me again if you find one not on this list and you're not sure, I can warn you.

Thai stuff is easier to find but it's all over the place and can get super super sexy.

Taiwan tends to go more adult content.

If you're confined mostly to YT because of your age, than you're mostly asking about Thai stuff. Drop me another Ask and I'll draw you up a specific list of YA Thai BL on YT but that might take me a bit of research.

[princesscolumbia]

So about the musical episode...

This is specifically geared to "Subspace Rhapsody," which if you haven't watched it shame on you go now and watch go go go go!!!

So by the end of the ep everything goes back to normal and it turns out the real musical ensemble was the friends we made along the way etc., but what if it didn't?!

Yes, there'd be immediate consequences; highly classified secrets getting out, relationships starting and ending, etc.

But humans adapt, and since the other species in the galaxy are the same kind of "fuck you, I'm surviving!" results of evolution, they'd all adapt, too.

First off, the big one: It'd be like that post where somehow Anakin and Obi-wan can hear the musical score an realize Palpatine is a sith lord; the bad guys would be outed, like, the SECOND their musical number started up. Khan would have been identified before the Enterprise even finished scanning the Botony Bay, the Prime Directive would have to get a big 'ol asterisk pointing to a clause describing the specific mathematical properties of different types of music the crew can expect to hear when approaching a potential first contact. Science experiments would be (metaphorically) killed on the spot because the "mad scientist" theme would start playing.

But a century on? Well, everyone would have adapted...

The Vulcans would have come up with an entirely new discipline; Rhythmic Logic. Rather akin to rap, it'd be syncopated speaking with periodic inflections to denote emphasis on certain points, and the passive aggressive sass levels would be off the CHARTS. Counterintuitive to most Vulcan training for centuries, to properly learn and master this new discipline, the Vulcans would need to induce moments of high emotion to properly initiate the musical triggering conditions, but once started their logic and ability to freestyle would then be put to use to focus and direct the song.

Andorians would be less about the singing and more about choreography. Their troop movements would be works of martial art and their ability to synchronize with each other during operations (any operation, whether medical, business, black-ops, etc.) would be legendary throughout the galaxy. When xenoanthropologists start proposing theories, the truth is swiftly buried for the sanity of the galaxy; since the "musical universe" is based on human musicals, Andorian affinity for good choreography is rooted in figure skating.

Tellarites would unabashedly embrace Weird Al as a sort-of prophet/god once they figured out that parody is the sincerest form of insult. Whatever musical number you're performing, the Tellarites will ride on top of it and twist it in crass ways until the song they sing drowns out whatever they're parodying and is considered the superior work. This, amusingly, results in relations between Tellar and Earth to improve as "bards" of both races across every strata of society compete to see who can make the better parody.

Romulans would lean into the villain pieces, like, unironically. Go to a diplomatic party on Romulus and you're beset by a massive orchestral work of interweaving harmonies as a melody of every big number and quiet ballad are melded together in a symphony of intrigue, emotion, politics, and betrayal. Yes, there's good Romulans, but because their music is JUST as "villainous" as the heroes, it's nearly impossible to tell them apart. Somewhat ironically, it's That One Romulan who only sings spritely songs in a major key that turns out to be the baddest, most lethal Romulan of all.

Klingon society would fracture into new houses based on musical style. The "Old Guard" would be the Klingons who break out into Klingon Opera on the regular. K-pop would be known for being vicious berserkers. Shakespere may be beloved by the Klingons, but the Soviet Anthems would become THE way to unify the Klingons during the "cold war" era.

Once the effect stretched into the Delta Quadrant (nobody in the quadrant knows why they've suddenly started breaking into song, and it isn't until well after Voyager returns home that someone in a university history department is given access to the full history of the Borg's interaction with Starfleet that they realize that it was Q launching the Enterprise D into the Delta Quadrant that created the contact), the Hirogen would come to be known for their absolutely epic power-metal ballads. Their "hunting axes" would become some variety of electric guitar almost overnight.

Because Voyager's crew had grown up with the "random" musicals, Voyager has a leg up on the entire Delta Quadrant, further solidifying Janeway as an unmitigated badass when she uses her absolute mastery of the musical forms to kick ass in every genre.

Cultures that had been introduced to warp flight badly (turns out the Federation had the right idea with the Prime Directive, just not for reasons that anyone could have ever predicted) can always be identified as being...cut rate. It'd be like going from a Broadway Musical production of Hamilton to encountering that one "Christian" production where they butchered the lyrics and the "b-list" actors were the best they could get.

Cardasians would be all about the martial themes. Even their counterculture movements would be all about the percussion-heavy 4:4 musical numbers.

Bajorans would be split between Broadway Musical-style numbers that seem to take inspiration from plays like "West Side Story" and Epic Battle Hymns sung by every Bajoran involved in a given conflict that reach deep into your soul and make you feel simultaneously victorious and deeply sad for reasons you can't quite identify.

The Borg would be EDM for some reason. Nobody is quite sure why.

Even the species that sent the whale probe in the 23rd century wouldn't be spared. Dubstep...dubstep everywhere!

Section 31 and the Tal Shiar would be in a black-ops weapons race to see who can weaponize the musicals the most effectively.

Time travelers would have a blast. Turns out the big reason for the Temporal Cold War was to stop a massive Temporal Prime Directive violating wave of time tourists who just want to go back to a time before musicals were a fact of life. Mariner and Boimler wouldn't even realize they hadn't broken out into song once until they returned to the 24th century.

Humans would be driving everyone nuts. A species that had adapted to using Rent-style musical numbers to form social collectives that were so "in-crowd" that nobody else could even think of joining would suddenly find this one asshole human that picked up on it and was fitting in perfectly. Klingon slasher ballads would be met with children's cartoon bubbly pop music. Andorians would be simultaneously overjoyed at having companions that could work so perfectly with them and appalled that another species dared to get on the ice with them.

The only beings immune to the whole thing would be the Q. The reason Q was the one interacting with Picard? He's the only Q that can stand the whole universe turning into a musical! He's "the band nerd" in Q high school, the one that'll break into a situationally appropriate musical hit number from that one Broadway play when nobody wants to hear you singing Q! Q doesn't have to sing like the lesser species, but by golly he WANTS to and he's GONNA!

[n7punk]

What’s your beef with Spotify?

It's less beef and more just a product I don't like - because that's what Spotify is, a product. They really don't want you to think of it that way, but at the end of the day it's particularly invasive product packaging around the thing you actually want to listen to, and there are dozens of different ways to listen to music. As far as gripes, though, number 1 is that it doesn't really pay its artists for shit and its objectively kind of shitty audio-quality wise (I'm not a snob on this, but depending on your hardware it can be especially crunchy while other things like Youtube sound just fine). Number 2 is how much it spies on you and tracks your data. Number 3 is the ads. Number 4, and the actual reason I will never use it, is that it's the enshittification of media consumption.

I do, actually, have a Spotify account. I used it for all of a day before never logging in again or verifying my email. Spotify forces you to experience music the way it wants you to, with absolutely no benefit aside from cloud syncing cross-platform for your playlists that I don't actually need, and I'm used to the freedom from the dawn of the accessible mp3 era.

Better Kind Of Best Friend is a single. I bought it as part of the entire The Sex Was Good Until It Wasn't album, so it came with the album artwork. I wanted it to have its single artwork - so I changed it. And now, in MusicBee and on my phone, I see the single artwork because it's in the file metadata. Spotify doesn't give you that option. It's a little thing, maybe, except when it isn't, like when a song's cover art is graphic or otherwise upsetting to look at, or just plain doesn't fit it.

Sometimes I don't agree with a song's "official" genre (usually because the entire album classifies the songs one way while they actually span genres). The range of things that are classified as indie rock is insane. Anyway, other times I use the genre more specifically, such as "Dark Pop", which isn't actually a thing but if I played you Dark Pop songs you would understand what I mean. In MusicBee, I can change genres to be whatever I want, which is important for various auto-playlists in filtering.

I also have a custom tag for any sapphic songs that automatically populates my lesbian love auto-playlist as they're defined, and another playlist that automatically adds all music from my custom-defined list of queer artists to the "Gay Life" playlist. When I buy a new Reinaeiry song, it automatically gets added without me having to do anything.

I can't listen to demos or any music that Spotify has lost licensing to on it, which means that if I want a complete playlist with a demo song on it, I have to have all those songs exported anyway, and at that point why am I bothering to split my listening across platforms? Idk if you heard, but Spotify lost licensing to a giant catalogue of Kpop music at one point because one company pulled out, and all those listeners were fucked. I don't have to wait for an artist to upload their shit to Spotify (although right now I am waiting for Reinaeiry to put Too Sweet up for download - pls queen - this is luckily more rare of an occurrence than me seeing "please add this to Spotify" comments is).

I like music I can keep forever, listen to whenever, and do so without ads or paying three figures a year to hear uninterrupted. I'd rather buy one album a month with the Spotify premium money than pay for it. I like creating folder after subfolder worth of an unlimited number of playlists (admittedly idr if Spotify allows this feature. It varies by online listening platforms and I don't bother to track the ones I don't use). I like being able to drag and drop my playlists from MusicBee into iTunes to instantly listen to them on my phone (and thus cross-play isn't a concern for me as long as I remember to synch my phone). I like the feature of being able to instantly and permanently adjust the volume, as well as the beginning and end point, of any single song I chose (super helpful for when certain albums are inexplicably quieter/louder than others or have a stupid incongruous music or dialogue part in them).

If I want to listen to something without actually getting it, then I do it on Youtube, which has a wider music selection with more control. Don't like album art? Find a lyric video upload with a generic nebula background. Weird movie sample at the beginning? Someone might have cut that out in their upload (shoutout to the person who turned DICTATOR into a part 1 and 2 to match the two different mood halves), but otherwise Sponsorblock will skip the non-music segments. The only downside of Youtube versus Spotify is I can't share the playlists without exposing my name, but again I actually create those playlists in MusicBee 99% of the time so I wouldn't be sharing a link anyway.

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Introducing My Characters!

Thanks so much to everyone that voted in the naming polls! I am excited to show you all the final results and a little more about them.

These characters are for my personal WIP novel "Big Queer Liminal Train Trip"

It's about four queer arts students in New York who live on the West coast, and are taking a train back to their families for the summer. They're taking the train for some adventure! (and definitely not cause they want to prolong the time til they're back home).

They all have their own motivations and needs and wants related to family, career, themselves, and each other. But the train itself also has it's own needs and wants. And they're about to find out what those are.

I would classify it as Adult Paranormal/Science fiction.

Now, On to the main characters!:

This is Elias!

He/him, trans man, gay, aromantic , allosexual. His major is Actor/Singer. Elias is like a brother to everyone, platonic best friend love with Avi especially. He calls Margo "Mango", and Raine and Elias joke like siblings, play jokes on one another. Elias has a family that accepts him for who he is, but not "all the way" (for example, his mom saying stuff like, "Why do you need to go on hormones to be yourself").

This is Raine!

They/them, Agender, queer, allosexual and alloromantic.

Raine's Major is Music Composition, and they play the Violin. Their major stresses them out and all their friends insist they change it but they refuse (people pleaser for their parents).

Raine and Avi have had a crush on one another before, and almost kissed but then it was awkward and they didn’t so they just went their separate ways to dorms. Meanwhile now, Raine and Margo are in a romantic relationship eventually/getting there.

This is Avi!

Ze/zir, Bigender, queer, aromantic, allosexual.

Avi is the Meme lord of the group. It suits zir as zir Major is Activism Art. Ze does large scale projects as well as election memes, skits, and much more. Ze is looked up to as a meme saint by the rest of the group. Ze has a family that doesn't understand them and their humor one bit, however. Margo and Avi spend a lot of time together engaging in their shared interests like that they’re both in an art related major.

This is Margo!

She/They, genderfluid, Demi-girl, Asexual, Panromantic (changed from alloromantic to specify their romantic attraction).

Margo's Major is Digital Artist! She has been drawing since they were a little kid, and they have a talent for drawing backgrounds and details that her peers are jealous of. They couldn't be more happy with their major, but her family disagrees. Saying she's "Wasting their money" on art school. You mean the government's money from the scholarships she won? While simultaneously letting them go to art school? Kinda hypocritical there.

Anyway, her favorite things to do are take commissions from their friends, and they give them MANY. Though try as Elias might to get her to draw porn (it's where the money maker is, he says), that's just not her jam.

I hope you all enjoyed the descriptions! I'll be sharing more about them as time goes on and I flesh out the story and their relationships!

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

I was tagged by @hollyspn

I'll tag @beanmom @babyblue-mind @torturedpoetdean

Do you make your bed?

nopeee (living that Disabled Life TM where i'm in it more than out, so no need to bother lol)

What’s your favourite number?

3!

What is your job?

I'm an online essay writing tutor! (hit me up if you need help with anything writing related!)

If you could go back to school, would you?

I would LOVE to get like an MFA in creative writing, or just take art classes at a community college (but can't be 1. disabled & 2. broke af)

Can you parallel park?

technically? I did in the past (not well, but did it) but that was like...10 years ago lol and I am Not Able To Drive now due, again, to the fkn disabilities

A job you had that would surprise people?

not really a job, and idk if it is surprising? but I helped take care of my granny for a long while after her brain surgery

Do you think aliens are real?

yes!

Can you drive a manual car?

nopee

What's your guilty pleasure?

...destiel :D

Tattoos?

none :( but I want soooo many

Favourite colour?

yellow!

Favourite type of music?

folk punk, and whatever florence and the machine is classified as

Do you like puzzles?

sometimes

Any phobias?

SPIDERS (and really any bugs), heights, the ocean, snakes

Favourite childhood sport?

i do not like sports ball

Do you talk to yourself?

allllllll the time

What movies do you adore?

but i'm a cheerleader (it was my lesbian awakening lol), four weddings and a funeral, steel magnolias

Coffee or tea?

suuuper sweet tea (i'm from texas what do you expect)

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

I think the first thing was an artist? but I'm not sure. I had a lot of things I thought of doing, including but not limited to: baker, photographer, author (doing it!), teacher (also doing it!), and garbage man (???) (this was because I thought how they got to ride hanging off the back of the truck looked fun lol)

[ironreagan]

Posting about my metal subgenre guys under the read more because I feel bad for posting art of them with basically no context (yay)

So, I’d like to think that most music genres have some sort of soul, just based on humans and their connection and love for music. My characters are basically a physical manifestation of that; corporeal representations of the music genre they represent. They’ll exist as long as people out there actually give a shit about the music, and considering how passionate metalheads are about their music, they won’t go away any time soon.

Since they aren't human, they don't need to do stuff like eat or sleep, but they can choose to do so.

The horns and tails that the extreme metal subgenres have are just for show and are only there to make them more distinctive in design. They aren’t demons or anything. I just like goat horns.

“How do they integrate into human society?” It’s not like they’re out of their element or anything. They behave like the fans of their music do. The only thing that would really impact that is their eclectic fashion sense/extra body parts, but I think it’d be funny if humans didn’t care about that sorta thing after a while, so it’s just not a huge issue in-universe.

"So what subgenres have you personified? What are their names?" Everyone tends to classify metal subgenres differently and there's so many depending on who you ask, so I'm only using 12 of them. Sorry if your favorite subgenre isn't on here! I just want my life to be easy.

Heavy Metal (basically whatever you think of when you think about English heavy metal bands from the 70s-early 80s.): Graham

Hair Metal: Roxanne

Doom Metal: Björn

Thrash Metal: Rocky

Death Metal: Cris

Black Metal: Orcus (Sven)

Power Metal: Hannes

Folk Metal: Vesa

Prog Metal: Jean

Symphonic Metal: Annette

Industrial Metal: Johann

Nu metal: Wes

"What are their ages?" I guess they're the same age as the subgenre they represent. Mentally and physically, though, they're like...20 somethings. Their ages don't really matter, but if you're worried about that kind of stuff they're all adults, so it's whatever.

I don't have any huge thing planned for them at the moment. They're just silly guys that I like to draw. I do plan on going back and tagging all the art featuring them as "posers" since that's what I call their universe. I'll probably go back and tag each character too if I'm not lazy.

Thanks for reading!

[midnightwerewoolf]

Favourite Senorita Cometa characters and moments?

Hello??? another person who likes and reads Señorita Cometa???

I'll just make a quick top 3 since if I were to classify them all I would take a long time writing.

I love Alex.

She's a Rascal, I love characters who are absolute rascals, plus the smarts? plus the insane parkour agility? Besides she's just such a well meaning and cunning person, you can tell that with the right backup she can do amazing stuff. Go off queen, save your best friend!

AND THE ABSOLUTE GENDER ENVY I HAVE TOWARDS HER, I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT I WANT THAT FOR MYSELF.

Alex give me your gender. Also if you have seen @arechanga Twitter? that one Male!Alex drawing she made? God, damn. really nailing down the stuff I like.

2. ¡Xolo, Xolo! It's Lottie!

Gotta say, I adore Lottie her story is super beautiful and I admire how she's still informing people even in the guise of a vtuber. You can see how much the things that happened messed her up but she's still so strong. I could never ask for a better information broker than her. Also I love her model! literally an axolotl inspired vtuber and she sticks to the bit, wow. I love her.

3. BOOBA- I MEAN ADAL!

Honestly? Adal is such an amazing friend and huge sweetie. 💖 Like, sure he's a cop but the type of cop who would try to change things from the inside in a corrupt system, and I'm so glad he's been stepping out of his own comfort zone due to Alex's antics but he's also there to support her and be her rock when she needs it.

Honorable mentions go to:

Detective Puig, man I love a smart detective who knows how to do his job and is a good actor.

Sofía, she is amazing. What a woman I can understand Adal.

And of course Martina! I adore her, sure her role is pretty secondary thus far but she's so understanding and compassionate and she's such a good friend. I love her!

As for moments...

The one I love the most is Lottie's backstory and how she meets Puig, really made feel a lot for her and how much she has gone through. For her work and words to be recognized and believed in was such a hard hitting moment.

I can't talk about more because most moments come from later in the webtoon and I would rather not spoil things. Really loved the Chavo Del Ocho shout out with la vecindad del Chavo, that made fucking scream dude.

Also, if anybody read this, give Senorita Cometa a read! Such a fun and amazing story about a gentleman thief who is looking for her friend, Cometa is of course Alex who I mentioned at the top and she's absolutely charming, all the characters are really well done, the art is really good, and the story is super engaging specially when there's chapters with music? that's when you know stuff is about to get real!

WHAT A BLAST!

[tuskicles]

"Welcome To My Blog!"

Hi! I unfortunately had a fart kink ever since covid hit, and I didn't even want to accept that it was something that aroused me the most. But I guess I did. I only like it if I'm on the receiving end because it's preferable and also a lot hotter to me. I don't give because I just don't want too and I don't like it. Sometimes, I'll either draw or write out my thoughts when it comes to kinky stuff because that is something I would normally do. I'm only into guy farts and guys that I classify as "pretty" and have a fat ass. I do simp for fictional characters at times but not as often as I used too. I also draw whatever so if you want to commission me, feel free to do so. I might update this at some point, but that's about all I have to say.

PLEASE DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PEDO, ZOO OR LGBT-PHOBIC. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT THANK YOU.

"About Me."

DOB: 02/22/04

Sexuality: Straight (Also an LGBTQ+ ally)

Main Kinks: Facesitting (Recieving), spit, choking, face slapping, edging, dirty talking / voice kink, degradation, farting (Also recieving), BDSM, teratophilia, biting, axilism, musk/sweat, pet play, size difference, whipping, hair pulling and pegging. There's more kinks on the list if you click under the "other stuff I'm into besides farts" button on the bottom of my pinned post. These are just my main courses.

Limits/Not Comfortable With: Smegma, non-con, diapers, vomit, threesomes (may make rare exceptions if there's just me and two guys but definitely not me with a guy and another girl), weight gain being used as a fetish, anything problematic really.

Dom Or Sub: Submissive for gas. Never giving and never will be.

Other Interests: Music (Metal and goth bands), stuffed animals, horror movies/thrashers, gothic/creepy things, Halloween, books, manga/anime, comics, transformers, video games, fantasy stuff, dragons, spiders, and drawing.

"A FEW THINGS..."

•As stated in my intro, I'm not comfortable with giving out my gas and I only like being on the recieving end. This is just my preference because I don't like to give nor do I want too. 😳

•I'm not into girl farts and don't get turned on by it in the slightest. (Mainly because of the fact that I'm straight. This means I am not sexually nor romantically attracted to girls.) However- I'm okay with it if it's art related! I'm even cool with being commissioned it so long as you actually pay for it!

•I know I tend to post Copro stuff because I just started getting into it (It is tagged accordingly however) but PLEASE- PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME COPRO ART OR REAL LIFE COPRO. I just got into it and I really really really would hate for the fun to be ruined because you fucks want to get creepy and gross about it. Written copro stuff is cool with me so far! Like deadass saying "I'll shit myself for u baby girl 😍" will make me not only make fun of you but also make me hella uncomfortable at the same time. Im also only into the sharting aspect and nothing more than that. LMAO

•I have gotten a few DMs from people that want to get to know me or talk to me and while I do appreciate the kind messages you guys leave me, I'll only approach you if I have interest in talking to you. If I don't respond to you, don't take it personally! I just want to put my safety and well-being first. Besides, I'm super busy with work and college. I get stressed and socially exhausted easily!

•If you also slide into my DMs just to be a creep, I'll most certainly make fun of you or block you for it. However, if you want to slide into my ask box and submit some dirty asks, you are more than welcome to do so.

"MISC."

Other kinks I'm into besides farts (*･ω･*)

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