#y'all really out here giving the gays everything we ever wanted

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

ok ok... so #1 thanks for blogging about GAP i loved it, and convinced my gay SIL to watch it and she keeps coming into my office to yell about it LMAO. BUT!! i know you were talking about other thai GL series this year? and i can't remember them all do you have a list somewhere i need them all. and by "i" i mean "we" and by "we" i mean me and my SIL lmao

You're welcome! I have a feeling I'll be crying over GAP for the rest of my life. You're welcome to join and bring your SIL over for the crying session as well 😭

Luckily for us, there are actually quite a few Thai gls in the works. I'll make a list below with links. One's currently airing, one's already aired (not GAP obvi), and the others are still in production:

1. Show Me Love (Airing now with English subs!) Summary: Meena, a small-town girl, moves to Bangkok to achieve her dreams. She chances across Cherlyn who asks her to join an agency to compete in the Miss Grand beauty pageant. Meena initially turns it down because she’s not interested. However, she agrees after receiving an offer of a large monthly sum throughout the competition. Meena’s journey for the crown begins and an unexpected romance with Cherlyn sparks.

2. Love of Secret (already aired and ready to watch) Summary: Panpan is a medical student with a dream of becoming an idol. She's forced to conceal that dream because her father is a famous surgeon who hopes his daughter will go on to become a doctor like himself. What's more, Panpan is concealing her relationship with Aitim, her girlfriend, best friend, and biggest fan.

3. 23.5 (THE most anticipated gl in herstory #MilkLove4Eva) Summary: Ongsa, a loner all her life, falls in love at first sight with the more popular Sun. However, with the fear of being rejected, she decides to approach Sun under the pseudonym "Earth". As Sun gets more and more curious about who Earth is and starts to fall for her, will Ongsa reveal herself to Sun? Check out Magic of Zero: Zero Photography (the first 4 parts are InkPa aka the same actresses who star in 23.5).

4. Reverse 4 You (ngl I'm really looking forward to this one) Summary: Jattawa seems like an ordinary law student, but she has the ability to control time. Her younger sister Vivi has the ability to see the future. Lately, though, Vivi's visions seem to be wrong. Therefore, Jattawa finds it easy to disbelieve Vivi's latest prediction that P'Four, her university senior with a bad reputation, is Jattawa's future lover.

5-8. Be Mine the Series Summary: Stay with me on this. There are 4 novels by Khun Phuying getting adapted into 4 different gls. Each gl will follow one main couple and have their own plot line, but the gls all happen in the same Be Mine universe. So the characters all know each other or are related to others in the adaptions and have history (like The L Word but hopefully not as poorly written). The first to air will be More & More (Tawan & Winnie), then Be My Baby (Sitang & Jaojay), followed by Be My Sugar (Perth & Piphim), and finally Be My Boo (Phapie & Jaokha). M&M's supposedly airing sometime in 2023. Fingers crossed the scheduling sticks!

9. Love in the Rain Summary: Sevena is a singer and dancer in the group SKIU. To those she's not close with, she comes across as arrogant. It's in the world of gaming that she can be herself under the name Mei Li. Events in the gaming world come to change her real life. Returning, Sevena finds that when the rain comes, all sounds come to a stop save for the voice of one person. Part 1 in the SKIU series.

10. The Perfect Song Summary: Mirin will come to make Iris able to compose love songs again. Part 2 of the SKIU series.

11. Step Up Summary: No summary yet but it's part 3 of the SKIU series. I'm assuming these are like the Be Mine series in that they're all interconnected and occur in the same universe.

12. About Galaxy Summary: Idk but I found a casting video for it. It's another novel adaptation. If you can find an English translation for the novel, hmu so I can add it here please :)

13. The Last Case Summary: Nobody knows what this is about, not even them! *ba dum tss* It's still in the casting phase and probably won't air for awhile. But from what I'm seeing and reading, it's gonna be the first Thai gl thriller and probably scare the shit outta us.

Also, the author of GAP sold rights to at least 3 other books which are being adapted into gls: Us, Irresistible, and Dream.

[lizziesribbons]

Part 1 | seeing her for the first time

PAIRING: BEST FRIEND'S MOM! WANDA X FEM! READER

summary: you had no idea visiting your college bestfriend's hometown for the first time would put a women in your life that would either ruin your life or be the love of your life. Stay tuned to find out.

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** ****CONTAINS SMUT LOTS OF SMUT****** fluff, legal age difference (r is 21, Wanda is 42), angst, homophobia, wanda is religious, church visits alot of them with Wanda, Wanda is divorced because I absolutely hate cheating it disgusts me I hate vision but I hate cheating more. Mentions of domestic abuse, mommy issues, parental control and alot of family issues.

Author's note: this is the first chapter so it might be a bit of everything idk I need a good base uh anyways y'all know my first language isn't English so bear with me ALSO half of this is projecting I'm literally writing what happened to me irl the only part fictional is me meeting an older women unfortunately that wasn't the case but I absolutely love my bestfriend's mom she's such a sweetheart I miss her alot :( I haven't met her ever since me and my bsf grew apart been a year I think

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Going to your best friend's hometown for the summer wasn't your first option but you didn't really have a choice since your family disowned you after you came out to them during last year summer after your first year at college, it was your second year now and you've still been in no contact with them you occasionally talk to your sister every once in a while since she's the only one who accepts the fact that being gay isn't anything out of the ordinary

So here you were driving in your old ass jeep your grandparents gifted you on your birthday behind your parent's back, you loved it alot even though you were the only person who were able to drive it since anyone else couldn't figure it out even if they wanted to save their life.

"my mom just called she's excited to see you, says she's glad I'm bringing a friend she has been bored alot" your bestfriend carlee says pulling you out of your thoughts. "Oh" you say breathing out and shaking your head to pull yourself out of the trance you were apparently in, "uh yeah I'm excited to see her too. What did you say her name was? I didn't catch it" you ask her your eyes still on the road "Wanda" carlee says with her mouth full of potato chips, "Wanda? That's pretty- carlee I swear to god if you drop any chips in here." you say with concern "I won't! See I'm not a little kid" she says in defence "just be careful." you drive in silence, carlee's mouth sounds the only sound in the car.

"why is your name carlee" you ask after a few minutes "what the fuck is that supposed to mean" she says her eyebrows furrowing and you chuckle and say, "I mean why and who named you there must be a meaning cuz your name makes 0 sense with Wanda's", "I'm still confuse on what that means but anyways my mom didn't name me my dad did he didn't really give mom an option to name me, says it was his first love's name and he wants to cherish her" she says softly, "Oh what a dick" your face in disgust as carlee laughs loudly "he was, I mean he is he still is I'm glad mom divorced him" she says sighing "yeah? I bet he was" you say to her sadly "well atleast we can bond over our crazy insane dads you know" carlee chuckles lighting the mood as you laugh with her, "hey you want something there's a cafe coming up I think" you ask Carlee "yeah sure I can enjoy a coffee right now" she says as you pull over "no coffee carlee we're still 4 hours away and you will eat my brain if I let you stay up just eat something and go to sleep besides you've already had 4 cups of coffee and it's literally only 2PM." you hear carlee groan as you talk "You're not my mom you know" she says throwing draggers at you "Oh sure like I literally don't make you breakfast every morning" you roll your eyes at her "Oh shutup" carlee throws her head back as you get out of the car and shout lightly "I'll bring you something to eat just wait here okay" with that you head off inside after 19 minutes you come back inside the car with a paper bag in your hand, you drop it in carlee's lap "here eat please all you've had all day is potato chips and coffee" you say with obvious concern, carlee smiles at you "god you're so sweet it's sickening sometimes I love you" carlee says rummaging through the bag as you start driving again "yeah sure" you say laughing after eating your snacks and lots of laugh and talks carlee falls asleep as you peacefully drive, the car ride after that didn't feel that long you reached her hometown at 6:37 you wake her up so she can guide you to her house after a 10 minute drive you pull up at a beautiful house, calling it a house would be an understatement it was more of a villa even though it wasn't even that big it was just built so beautifully. You knew carlee was rich even though she never showed off or bragged about it, it was obvious, she was the kind of person who's help you could recieve gladly without feeling small because she never made you feel small you were always an equal to her "your house is gorgeous" you say breathing out "yeah? My mom got an eye for architecture she made the blueprint herself" carlee says clearly proud of her mom, you say with shock getting out of the car after parking it in a respectful setting "your mom? That's impressive" you say looking at the house in awe "wait till you see the inside girl cuz I was flabbergasted too." carlee says chuckling as you walk up to the front door

Carlee rings the bell and you hear footsteps approaching the door, you had to hold your breath so you couldn't scream as you see Wanda walk out her face beaming with happiness as she saw carlee and hug her. She was perfect actually. Angelic even you could she was an angel herself. Before you could process it she hugs you and you melt in her arms "you must be y/n carlee has been speaking about you non stop" you can carlee became friends after your family disowned you she saw you crying outside of your class one day and approached you, ever since then she have been your ride or die. "yeah uh I I am nice to meet you miss maximoff" you say softly and nervously fidgeting with your shirt, you were sure you were sweating right now and hoped to god carlee and Wanda don't notice.

"well come in darlings I've been waiting for you I thought y'all were coming yesterday" Wanda says rushing you both into the house, you were in awe when you saw the inside it just felt like home it was so beautiful and gorgeous it was like walking into a warm embrace "yeah mom we had some work to-" you cut carlee off and look at Wanda "your house is beautiful miss maximoff" "Oh please it's Wanda no need for formalities and thankyou I'm glad you like it" she says, her arm around Carrey as she looks at you softly smiling "mom I'm really really really tired do you mind if we rest a bit?" carlee says looking up at Wanda, carlee was short even shorter than you, Wanda was probably a feet taller than carlee and atleast 6 inches from you. "sure sweetheart go on your room is all ready I made the bed first thing when I woke up and y/n your room is beside carlee's I set up the guest room as carlee told me you'd like but it's okay if you wanna sleep in carlee's room too" she says patting your shoulder, you could've sworn she looked you up and down and checked you out but you just shrugged it off as you being tired "you didn't have to miss maxi- Wanda but thankyou so much" you say looking up and softly smiling "I'll unload the bags from the car just give me the keys you both go and rest" she says already taking the keys from your hand "wait I can help" you say walking behind "no worries you just go and rest okay?" she pushed you towards the already sleepy carlee and go outside, you grab carlee's hand and ask her to lead you to the room "Oh come on you're so ridiculous you slept for 4 hours already" you say laughing at her as she acts sleepwalking "so what sleeping is fun" she says lazily "just show me my room and I'll get off your ass ho" you say to her as she guides you to the room "thankyou" you say rushing to the room and dropping on the bed you let out a huge breath you didn't know you were holding. God Wanda is beautiful you thought to yourself how can someone be this pretty? Is it wrong to find your bestfriend's mom this gorgeous and attractive but you couldn't help yourself she's just so perfect, you slept thinking of her.

After 2 hours there's a knock on your door, you stir awake "yeah?" you say in a sleepy voice "hey sweetheart it's Wanda can I come in?" you were wide awake now. "yeah come in" you quickly fix yourself and sit up in the bed "hey I just woke carlee up, fresh up dinner is ready carlee is downstairs just freshen up and come down okay?" she says in that angelic voice of hers, god you could listen to her for hours- no, y/n don't do that don't think about it that's wrong but she looks so sexy right now in just simple jeans and button up shirt "yeah I'll be down in 5 minutes Wanda" you say quickly covering up your nervous state you rush to the bathroom.

After 5 minutes you come downstairs and see Wanda and carlee on the dinner table waiting for you, how will you survive 3 months if you can't even walk straight infront of her?.

To be continued

[aiscapades]

putting this under a cut bc i'm going off the rails (this turned into me x you fanfic) ?? happy new year

gonna take this moment to appreciate tumblr (and all of you). this is a fucking hell site and it always has been, but i've been here since 2012 and it's the only social media i actually use anymore.

my writing instagram account that i used extensively during nanowrimo 2022 was hacked and i had to fight this person for control over it (i lost my art account like this in 2018). but it's all mine again :) all my posts about my gay cowboys and me finally being proud of my writing (after giving it up for years) and all the cute stories i posted abt my characters (the only time i've ever talked like that abt my ocs on the internet) REMAIN ALL MINE !!!

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?

if i want to mention nasty gay sex and tell the hacker to eat butt and die I WILL! i won't be censored. even a story i posted got a popup warning me about the language. saying bitch is a fucking internet crime now???? mark zuckerberg's internet is fucking BLEAK y'all.

this is so baffling to me. how do people live like this??? i stopped using ig years ago (rip my photography hobby!) because it just kept getting worse and worse. tumblr is infamous for never really meeting its users' expectations but at least i can say luigi should be freed without a quirky lil popup message asking "are you sure??? you could get in trouble!!!" mark zuckerberg you are an actual ai lizard robot abomination and you are ruining humanity and our planet. i would skin you in an instant. no hesitation no remorse. you would become a human skin rug and i would stand on you with muddy boots and remark about how you don't fit the space very well then let my 3 pit bull mutts piss all over you. then i'd piss on you too. the things i would do to elon musk (and others) would actually get me banned off tumblr and i think that says enough.

i love this stupid ass website because at least i can be a person here and not be gaslit or brainrotted by an algorithm. i can share whatever media i'm currently obsessed with and see other people obsessing over it too and forge actual community and friendships. i may be alone every day irl but at least y'all think i'm worth interacting with (🩷). this is an unhinged rant about how much i hate rich people who are ruining all of our lives BUT IT'S ALSO an appreciation post for every single person who has ever even looked at me here.

i'm in love with you platonically and we're kissing platonically on the mouth or on the cheeks and forehead or whatever. i'm open to whatever if it's with you. you are everything bright and beautiful to me. i take your hands in mine (no bandages) and run my thumbs along your knuckles. i read your tags and it made me laugh out loud. i don't know why that shit post about the ts cast's eye colors has 300 notes and i'm worried for all of you but also that's hilarious and i appreciate the love. it's really cool that you draw and post fanart for all of us to fawn over. i admire you. i take your wrists now and pull you in for a hug. my boobs are big and i smell like aluminum-free deodorant but there's love in the way i hold you gently, and i hope you remember that feeling when you're sad. i would wait outside while you robbed a bank and be the best damn getaway driver even though i don't have my license. i would dig a footer with my bare hands then construct my own mud blocks to give you shelter when we finally run away from it all and find a nice spot out in the woods. the sun is warm on your skin and butterflies keep thinking you're a pretty flower. your ais fanart made me horny. also your leander fanart. and that was honestly unexpected but it happened! i ain't a liar. some of you i view as gods (in like a totally normal average way) and i hope you don't notice how my whole being trembles when you say something to me. i would sacrifice my firstborn for you if pregnancy didn't scare me. i hope you like the mark zuckerberg rug i put in our sitting room (in our shack in the woods where we escape everything bad). i know you said you prefer cozy minimalism but i want our feet to stay warm and i hope his glassy eyes don't scare you too much. if they do, i'll just hold you tighter :) you're safe with me. thank you for being you and sharing your interests with the rest of us. i hope you have a wonderful new year.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 23

Howdy y'all!

If you're new here this is every new (to me) fic I read this week and some of my silly lil thoughts about them.

I did some catching up on series this week and also did some writing so I've only got 12 fics for you this week! I read a lot of dark shit this week, but that's October for ya. There's still some sweetness in here somewhere if you aren't into dark stuff and I've made sure to mark everything appropriately (I think).

As always you can find all my previous fic recs here.

Recs below the Pedros!

Apple - a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

You are married to Santi and you have a CNC kink he very happily obliges. You set up a thing where Santi, Will, and Frankie pretend to be home invaders and they gangbang you. Stuff goes a lil sideways and it ends up being NC/DC. This was wonderfully unsettling. I love how there's this strand of believability that they don't intentionally overstep her boundaries. It's dark and scary and feels very real.

sam and diane, eat your heart out a Marcus Pike one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You've been working with Marcus for a while and finally wrapped up the case you were on. You've almost given up ever getting what you want with him when finally!! You both admit your feelings for each other. Cue steamy office make out sesh with thigh riding. I loved the will they won't they shit in the beginning. The frustration makes the pay off so good.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' - a Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You show up at the doorstep of your long time but estranged family friend Dieter Bravo, soaking wet and with nowhere else to go. You've known him so long you call him Uncle Dee, no I'm not kidding. I almost didn't click on this bc like UNCLE?? But he's not really your uncle and I cannot express enough how fucking hot this was. Like Dieter is just so fucking good this OH MY GOD. If you love Dieter, read this. You'll love it.

Recovery Road - a Dieter series by @chronically-ghosted

Dieter finally gets his shit together, he's clean and married and working on a new project. His costar (you) is a cunt fr. You're on drugs, you're a brat, and you're a mess. And Dieter can't stay away from you. When his wife gets fed up with him and humiliates him in public, you're there to catch him... and ruin his sobriety, his marriage, and maybe everything else. I have a couple chapters left of this but OH MY GOD. I was so MAD at Dieter, but also so sad for him. Don't take that as me saying I didn't love this because I did. I do. It's so beautifully written. The pain and angst and desperation and everything is so powerful, this hurts to read. And the smut? Mind altering actually.

a revolting development - a Joel series by @chloeangelic

Your new step dad is really hot... and that's gonna be a problem. I've been reading so many step dad fics lately (not just Joel!) and I'm so into it and what is wrong with me?

The Rogue Who Coaxed You - a Joel series by @atticrissfinch

You're Joel's secretary and you suck him off while he fields a phone call from his wife! We love an infidelity fic round these parts, we really do. Reader is filthy, Joel is mean, there's a lot of degradation, the works. I'm so obsessed with this dynamic I can't wait to read more.

When the Gallow-Grass Gives - a Silva one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Silva rescues you (m!reader) from the gallows, walks you home by the rope you were supposed to hang by, and then tells you that you remind him of someone he used to know. I love a good gay cowboy fic and this is a GREAT one. The historically accurate lube made me cackle. This was so well written and so HOT and managed to maintain that wistful sadness Silva seems to have hanging like a cloud around him.

Desires and Complications - a Marcus Pike/Dave York series by @ezrasbirdie

Sweet little Marcus Pike wants to please you better in bed so he calls up your ex, Dave York, to show him how to be a dom. It goes a little differently than any of you imagined when Marcus turns submissive for Dave. This fic is so hot. I read up through "plead" and it looks like maybe there's some throuple dynamics forming!!! I'm so excited to finish this AHHHGHGHG

Ripping Sunrise - a frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You accidentally take an edible and Frankie takes care of your high ass. And then once the high wears off he really takes care of you... This is so sweet and hot, I love it so much.

I Might Kill My Ex - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel leaves you for Tess and that... well that's just unacceptable. We got dark!reader, asshole!Joel, murder, dub con for Joel, the works. This fic is so good. It's dark and gives you a fascinating look into reader's crumbling psyche. I love the ending so much also

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I wrote Ouroboros and Eat You Whole. Dave York x f!reader fics set in the same universe, canon divergent but some canon stuff still happens in the background. Love as consumption/Love as violence type thing. Basically you and Dave are two touch starved, miserable people with nothing left in this world and you have crazy sex about it. There’s some softness in there too.

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Here's some series I've been reading (not a comprehensive list): Hot and Heavy (Joel), Muddy Waters (Joel/Ez), Stepdad!Joel, Exile (Javi P), New York or Nowhere (Joel), Feral Woman (Joel), Yearling (Joel), a lover's pinch (joel), the world tipped on it's side (Frankie), and Pretend Alleyways (Marcus/Dieter)

(In order: @tieronecrush @bonezone44 @toxicanonymity @jksprincess10 @beskarandblasters @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites @hier--soir @idolatrybarbie @radiowallet)

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Happy Reading!

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

WHATEVER IT TAKES - PT. 1

(SNEAKY PEAKY🤭)

update: THE FULL CHAPTER ONE IS OUT! and its got some changes lol. hope y'all enjoy!

FULL CHAPTER ONE!

hey y'all. I've been super MIA with my writing (sorry again lol) but here's a lil sneak peak for a series I'm writing (very slowly) I hope y'all enjoy! I am down incredibly bad for these two science gays and I am also needing some angst and fluff to heal me lol. here y'all go!

s/n: some of this is subject to change, and this hasn't been proof read jsyk. when this appears in a chapter, it might not look exactly like this. I just wanted to give y'all a condensed feel for the story. you feel me?

taglist: @mybonafidefeelings @maysflourish @lppriceisright @nanajen8 @mysticalmarss

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Shuri paced the room that seemed to be growing smaller by the millisecond around her, searching for something - anything - inside of the brain most people considered the smartest in the universe to offer the scientist in front of her. She found nothing but the desperation she had been pushing down since the moment they met.

A desperation that mirrored the effects of the herb she had reproduced, also made from the desperation to save something that she felt was slipping through her fingers at the time. Just like the herb had founds its way through her body when she first took it, this feeling spread from her throat as she choked when their eyes met as she pushed herself into the dorm room she was once again standing in. Down to her chest, pulling heart strings she didn’t know she had. Plucking them in a rhythm that felt intrinsic, ancestral, almost painful in the way that they made everything feel super imposed. She felt her toes and she felt her finger tips and she felt the curls framing her face dance above her eyes ever so gently. It spread through every atom that comprised the panther and she could barely breathe. She felt everything and she felt nothing, like she was sinking in an ocean of clouds. She could barely look at the woman who was staring back at her with a look of confusion, and an equal desperation that she couldn't explain.

Shuri still had nothing to offer in terms of speech. She paced at a speed that had only just registered as super fucking fast, clearly adding to the concern building in Riri's eyes.

"Shuri-" Riri started, but couldn't even try to finish as her voice had triggered the awaiting and building eruption in Shuri that it always did. Riri, if she did anything to Shuri, she made her feel things she wasn't used to feeling.

"Anything you want, just name it. It's yours. I'll make it happen. I'll build it myself. Just please don't do this. Please." Shuri froze in her place, finding herself begging for something she couldn't explain. She knew she was almost yelling at the other woman, which she would never do but she couldn't find the part of her that could compose herself. She was thankful for the kimoyo beads she had scattered in the room when she entered, enabling a silencing mode and cutting through anything that the government had tapped in Riri's room.

Riri froze too, only moving to fumble with her fingers nervously. She didn't have anything to offer the panther, the queen standing in front of her. She didn't have anything to comfort her friend. The woman she loved more than she could explain, let alone fully grasp yet.

"I don't... I don't want anything from you, Shuri... We both knew this day was coming, I thought you were.. I don’t know... It almost felt like-"

"Please, Ri. Please. Just find something and I'll do it. I'll make it myself if I have to. Please just find something else."

"I don't want... I don't understand, Shuri. We only talked about this like twice, I didn't even think you cared that much or even had time to care about it... or me, really. Just... lets just sit down for a second." Riri tried to redirect, trying to give herself time to figure out what was going on. She felt her mind trying to run back through memories and conversations the two had shared in the past year and some change, but it was few and far between that they ever really had time to talk about their lives in depth. Riri had shared her plans a few months ago and hadn't really heard much back from the woman standing in front of her looking like she was fighting a battle she wasn't sure she'd win. Riri had committed herself to this, and now Shuri was trying to offer her a chance out of it. She didn't know what to do or what to think. That's something she felt often with the panther, she figured out. She had zoned out for only a split second before Shuri was grabbing her wrists and looking in her eyes.

"Riri, I'm begging you." Shuri stared into the Iron Heart's eyes, searching for something she knew she was missing. Something she needed the way she needed air, she felt. Riri searched back, trying to decipher something Shuri wasn't ready to let her see.

"Shuri, you know I feel responsible... But, I just.. I don't understand what's going on. What's wrong? Please just talk to me. It's okay." Riri tried to pull them closer, tried to grab the Panther's hand but her grip was too tight around her wrists. Shuri relaxed it, she hadn't intentionally been holding on so tight but she wasn't ready to let go. She's never been ready to let go of who she loves. She saw that same resolute look in Riri's eyes that was always there when she was sure about something. It broke something in Shuri that she knew she couldn't mend on her own. One final try, she told herself.

"I will give you anything under the sun. Please just don't go with them. I- I know you're trying to help and change things for the better, and you will. But not like this. Not until it's safe. He will find you, Riri. He will do anything to get to you and to get back at me. You know this and you still choose to go? Please. I will give you access to all the technology Wakanda has to offer, just please find something else to focus on, to take place of this. Please."

Riri tried to pull her closer again but the panther moved back, sending a shiver of rejection up Riri's spine.

"I don't want anything from you, Shuri... I just want you. I just want-"

Shuri felt her body getting hot and somehow freezing at the same time. Riri just wanted her? But she also wanted to go on this suicide mission, which is what it was regardless of what Riri thought of it. She fought back the defensiveness she felt crawling up her throat like it always did when she was hurt. She didn't want to lash out on Riri, she only wanted to protect her. She only wanted her to be safe, alive. She only wanted her. But it was to no avail. She felt the ferocious beast pull itself through her. She scorned herself as her words burned their way through her skin, landing on Riri's.

"You just want whatever you want. You just want to fight whatever moral war you have going on because you're the one who survived! You would give up your life for what? For who? Not for my mother! Not for me!"

Riri hadn't noticed the tears stinging down her cheeks until she saw the ones pouring out of Shuri's. It was something she had never seen before. She had seen Shuri lash out, though. She knew this was just the first wall of defense the panther had when she felt hurt, afraid, abandoned. She couldn't take this personally, though she had to fight back the sting of the words as they came at her. She reached out to try and touch the woman in front of her.

"Shuri, please. Let's just ta-"

"What?! Sit and talk? For what? For you to tell me again why you have to do this, why you have to go? Do you care so little for me? For yourself?"

"You know that's not true!"

"Why wouldn't it be true?! Ungayenza njani le nto kum!?"

"Please just listen to me! I don't know what's going on but we can talk about it! I'm right here, I'm right here!"

"But you won't be after this! You don't have to do this! Just let me try, let me show you that there's other things to give you purpose! PLEASE!" Shuri felt herself starting to cave in, her chest becoming a cavern filled with the screams of the orphaned girl inside of her. The girl who needed her family. The girl who couldn't save her brother. The girl who was held back from her mother as she drowned. The woman who loves women, specifically the woman in front of her who was planning to give herself up. She couldn't keep it together. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think."

"That's not for you to decide, Shuri!" Riri shot back, starting to feel the same layer of armor pull itself over her. She didn't like being yelled at. It triggered something in her that she herself had pushed back as far as it would go. She just needed to get Shuri to listen to her.

"I don't care! You can't do this Riri!"

"Please stop yelling at me!" Riri gave in, covering her ears and turning her back to the panther, who felt herself go still. She hadn't meant to unleash this part of herself. She felt embarrassment mix with her desperation, afraid she had only made things worse. Who was she to be trying to control the actions of a woman she only met a little over a year ago? Who she was just friends with, and barely that if you based it off what normal friendships looked like. They rarely even spoke for longer than a few minutes every couple days. Shuri felt herself starting crack, she felt like she would disintegrate if she stood there any longer. She had done enough damage. She and Wakanda and the Talokan had put Riri through enough. She felt bad. But she also knew who she was, herself. She was the most powerful person on the surface world and she was the Queen of the most powerful nation in the world. And she was in love, helplessly, with Riri Williams. She would not let her go again.

"I am sorry for coming here and making you upset." Shuri said blankly, masking any emotions she had just shattered into the room as best as she could to regain any self control she had left.

Riri turned around, tears still swelling in her eyes. She hiccuped and it made Shuri's heart pound.

"I-it's okay. I just don't like b-being yelled at. Can we just sit and talk?"

Shuri nodded, knowing Riri needed a minute. Riri turned to grab a blanket off her bed to wrap herself in as she took a seat on the floor infant of her bed. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before motioning to Shuri to sit next to her. Shuri stared at her for a moment too long, before kneeling down next to her. They sat in silence that wasn't comfortable for the first time. Shuri mirrored Riri, taking a few deep breaths. Riri felt herself relax, misreading the quiet sigh Shuri let out.

"Are we okay? I don't want us to fight. I just... need you to help me understand why you're so upset. It didn't seem like you even really cared about this. I know you've been busy with what you have going on so I just figured this... I.. wasn't really on your radar anymore."

Shuri stayed silent, fighting that feeling nudging her.

"Please say something." Riri pleaded quietly after a few too many more moments of silence. She couldn't stand it. Neither could Shuri. She needed to escape. Get out of the room, out of America. She needed to run and scream and break something. She needed to kill Namor. That was her only option, once again. She knew it would come. She knew the fate of her country would be in the air again. But she also knew that Riri's life was once again in question and there was only one answer Shuri would accept. She would deal with the aftermath the same way she had been. She would accept whatever came. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly but she also knew she couldn't live with herself if Riri wasn't alive tomorrow, and that was enough for her right now. If Riri wouldn't listen, then there was only one choice.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Riri. It won't ever happen again."

Riri was startled at the sincerity in the Panther's voice. She was confused why that was what Shuri felt she had to focus on in the midst of whatever the hell was going on.

"It's okay, I promise. I'm not mad at you for yelling at me. I'm just confused..."

"It's not okay. This, whatever you're planning, whatever he's planning... none of this is okay." Shuri said, pinching between her eyes as she tried to swallow the same beast from just a few minutes ago.

"Shuri... it's not like before. It's not about him. It's not even just about what happened in Wakanda. You know I'm Iron Heart. You knew I was going to start doing these things at some point. Please just try to hear me..."

"I have always heard you, Riri."

Riri digested that sentence with a gulp. She replied after a moment.

"Then let me hear you, for once. Tell me why you're here. Tell me why you're reacting like this. Tell me who you are and what you're feeling. Let me in, Shuri." She said, reaching out to grab Shuri's hand again. The Panther's hand was hot, almost burning. She didn't pull away this time.

"I'm here because I lo-.. Because I won't let this happen." Shuri caught herself before she said something she couldn't explain. Riri looked into Shuri's eyes with a pleading, less sure look. Shuri couldn't hold it this time. She couldn't freeze. She couldn't tell Riri. She reminded herself what happens every time she loved someone. She reminded herself of what she was capable of and what needed to be done. Regardless if Riri ever shared her feelings or not, she would swear her life to protecting the woman until the day she met the ancestors. She would do whatever it took, every time, no matter what, she resigned to herself. She squeezed Riri's hand.

"What're you gonna do? Lock me in my room, Shuri? I don't get what's going on!" Riri pleaded.

"I would never. You are not a prisoner or someone I want to control. You are free to do as you please, just as I am. Please understand that much."

"What does that mean... Wait, please don't go!" Riri tugged back at Shuri's hand again as the Panther got up to leave. Shuri looked down at their hands touching, taking in every second that their skin touched. She brought their foreheads together and closed her eyes.

"I will protect you with every part of me. The cost will never be too much."

"Shuri, please don't do what I think you're about to do..." Riri pulled Shuri's hands into hers and brought them to the sides of their faces. They were so close they could feel each other's breath on their lips. Riri prayed in her head that Shuri would listen to her, knowing the strength and power the woman in front of her wielded. Shuri choked out a pained laugh before kissing Riri's forehead and pulling away, taking in the scent of Ghanian Shea Butter and the sweet scent Riri always had.

"Andizukuphulukana nawe. Ndiyakuthanda, Riri Williams."

Before Riri could open her eyes, the Black Panther was gone, the sound of a closing door shaking Riri to her core. She felt like she was in shock, having nothing to do but curl into a ball and pull the blanket around her body, covering her face as she let the rest of the tears fall silently. She laid there for what felt like an eternity until she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"Miss Williams?" Riri jumped up, running around her room tracking down the voice. She picked up a purple and black kimoyo bead and held it up, suddenly seeing several others connect like magnets from across the other corners of the room.

"Griot?!" Riri both yelled and whispered.

"Hello, Miss Williams. Are you feeling alright?" Griot asked as the AI began taking a scan of her body to check her vitals.

"I've been better... what's going on? Why are you here? Not that it's not nice to... well you get what I mean!"

"It seems you have suffered a panic attack of sorts. Please get some water and take a seat before I proceed."

Riri rolled her eyes with a tired huff, giving in because she knew Griot wouldn't budge until she obliged. She grabbed a half empty bottle of water from her desk and sat back down near her bed, pulling the blanket up around her. She suddenly felt the absence of Shuri in her space and fought back the tears threatening to make way through her as she pulled the bracelet on, watching it activate.

"Feeling better, Miss Williams?"

"Just Riri is fine, and I guess. Can you explain what's going on now, please Griot?"

"Yes, Miss Riri." Griot replied as a hologram of Stark Tech floated in front of the scientist. She felt even more confused.

"Why are you showing me Stark Tech?"

"The panther has created and assigned your own AI for you, it's name is VIV. It is nearly identical to the JARVIS, or Vision, that Tony Stark had."

"What the fu-"

"The Panther also has an updated version of your vibranium Iron Heart suit on it's way to your lab location, or garage currently. She has given you access to me as well, with some restrictions. She has instructed me to inform you of this."

Riri sat in even more shock than she was in before. She was even more confused about Shuri's intentions now. More confused about her feelings, than anything. She replayed the words the panther had said to her before she left. Did she say love?

"Can you translate what Shuri said to me in Xhosa before she left, Griot?" Riri asked, hoping for some clarity. Griot calculated for a moment, before answering.

"It would seem I am not permitted to complete that task at this time, Miss Riri."

Riri felt a pang of frustration rise in her, as she let out a laugh.

"Of course not... Can you tell me where the panther is right now?"

Griot took a moment again before answering.

"The Queen is currently on her way back towards Wakanda, but it does not seem that she will be there for long. Would you like me to contact her for you?"

Riri sat for a moment, considering her options and her own feelings.

"No, that's alright Griot. We're going to my lab. Can you help me boot up VIV when we get there? We're going on a trip."

"As you wish, Miss Riri."

Riri stood up, grabbing a hoodie and sliding on some J's. Before she walked out the door, she slid on the kimoyo beads and asked a final question.

"Oh, one last thing Griot. Can you turn on privacy mode? I would like my location hidden from everyone, including the Panther. Can you do that?"

"It seems I can, but I would not advise that action Miss Riri. There are safety protocols in place that the Panther can activate for you remotely."

"That's fine, just turn it on. I have my own safety protocols."

"As you wish, Miss Riri."

"Thank you, Griot."

putting this here too:

chapter one (full chapter)

hehehe, lmk how y'all feel about this lil sneak peak!

hope y'all drinking water and getting y'all coochies ate (if that's what you want, but either way drink some water mf!) 💜🖤❤️🩶

(also, s/o to everyone in the taglist for continually being real asf, super trill and so kind and supportive of my writing and just me in general. mad love for y’all and i can’t wait to continue reading all the amazing things y’all write and create! y’all inspire me so much and that’s why i even have this page and why i even found the energy to write this short sneak peak after a crazy past few weeks and more to come. love you gays! 🥹🥰🤪🤣)

[neuroticbookworm]

Step by Step Episode 8 Ramblings

Episode 7 Ramblings, here

Put is not even gonna let Pat say his piece? 2 minutes in and I'm already burning mad

"I haven't taken you for granted like before"

"I know, you've been really good to me" Oh Pat, you pathalogical people pleaser

I continue being impressed by this show showcasing how adults do and should handle relationships and everything that comes with it. This must be one of the most realistic breakup scenes in BLs. And it is done without compromising the emotions of the characters. Hats off, really

Jane is wearing two layers of pink. Our resident Tumblr color demon @respectthepetty has taught us that pink = love, so good to know that his feelings has remained unchanged or even intensified from last when we saw him

My god, Khun Jeng looks so fineeeeeeeee

And he's wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his neutral brown jacket. While Pat is in a dark blue cardigan. Interesting

Ohhhhhhh wow Jane is pissed and Jaab is too. The cat fight between these two is gonna be hilarious

Put, you insufferable snake, ya dumped. Stop misrepresenting facts

Jeng, how the fuck did you know? Are you really THAT perceptive?

Oh man, that is the worst takeaway you can ever have from a failed relationship

*jaw dropped* Oh Jeng is going for the jugular. Oh he's done playing games, he wants to fight

Oooooooooof. Put, you manipulative bastard

Oh it's still not over. Oh they're still going, holy shit, this is intense

Is that a threat, about coming out? Seriously, what the fuck

I CAN'T WAIT to read all the body language analyses y'all are gonna write on that scene. Woah, that really was something

Ae and Beam are here!

Well, Ae looks like a goddess, as usual. What else is new?

I love this scene and the commentary that comes with it. Keep your noses out of pregnant people's business, for fuck's sake! How hard is it to have some basic decency?

I love that Tae is calling out how quickly Jeng's mood changes from brooding to giddy and vice versa in this conversation.

We have a new stuffie. The shark is out and the tiger is in. YES I SEE IT AND I LOVE IT

Oh I'm sooo ready for this non-date date. I want the sweet, sweet fluff to drown me. Gimme all the blushing, all the eye contact, all the accidental brushing of fingers, GIVE IT TO ME

OH MY GOD, he planned the whole thing. He had people move chairs out of the way for aesthetics. This complete bitch (affectionate)

GUYS, THE FLIRTING, I know I said I can handle it, but this is too adorable ^^

Jeng just hung up on his brother in a flash, not even waiting for him to respond? Oh that's cold

Oh shit, Pat is drunk, again, Here come the truth bombs

Damn, Man Trisanu is nailing this. He is acting his ass off to show how restless Jeng feels before every almost-confession

This slowburn is gonna kill us all, honestly

Oh we are dancing, oh it's so gloriously awkward, oh make it stop

Jaab, my beloved, I've missed your melodrama. You look like a divorced sugar baby who won half the riches in the settlement, I love it

Jeng tells Pat he can be just a safe space for him, while Pat is sobbing on his shoulder about his ex. All while Jeng has been trying the whole day to confess his own feelings for Pat. Every atom of this man is a green flag, I swear

These drunk disaster gays, I love them so much

Pat, sweetie, no. Please, you must be joking. Don't tell me you didn't know, DON'T TELL ME YOU ARE THAT OBLIVIOUS!

Okay, now Pat has to rethink each and every one of their interactions to see if he has ever misled Jeng, or if Jeng has ever crossed his boundaries. And then recalibrate his feelings with this new information. Yeah, this could take a while.

I'm leaning more and more towards the possibility of a second season, or even a special episode, after the show ends. Because there is no way they can fit all the domesticity these characters deserve within the next couple of episodes.

Ahhhh I can't believe the slowburn is still not over. I love it and I hate it and I'm pretty sure this show has turned me into a sadomasochist.

[princessefemmelesbian]

Do any other femme lesbians ever feel excluded or distanced from femininity compared to straight/bisexual women because so much of it is revolved around liking boys?

Because I sure do and I don't think it's talked about enough. Like whenever I see something talking about a girl or woman or fictional female character being feminine/girly(or just the concept of being feminine in general) and they list liking boys or being obsessed with boys as an example of their "girliness", yk the posts, like when they say something like "just because a girl likes pink and dresses and makeup and jewelry and BOYS doesn't mean she's weak!" it's like "yk I would agree with you because I'm tired of being told that my girliness makes me weak but then you had to go and exclude every feminine lesbian just like that" and I immediately tune out.

At this point I won't be liking or reblogging any post, no matter how well-intentioned, that goes "she's such a girly girl who likes fashion and shopping and BOYS/is totally boy-crazy/obsessed with her favorite boy band" because news flash you can do all of that shit without giving a shit about boys. I sure don't. Even if the character is like that it's like "okay but liking boys isn't part of what makes her feminine, I need y'all to realize that". I think stuff like this adds to why femme/feminine lesbians are never believed or taken seriously because of our appearances/presentations/interests, people literally see femininity as conformance and adhering to the cisheteropatriarchy and it shows here, the fact that femininity is associated with liking boys so much(which is quite ironic don't you think???), as if EVERYTHING WE DO IS FOR BOYS, is that deeply entrenched and idk it's fucking sad and maddening as all hell. Like look at me and fucking tell me...do you really think that I dress like this for boys? Think again.

And yet in the goddamn 21st century I still fucking see people say that a girl/woman can't be a lesbian because she likes feminine things, or that femme lesbians "look just like straight girls, you'd never know they were gay teehee" as if we want men to think they have a chance with us, as if our identity is connected with men and attraction to them in any way when this is the exact OPPOSITE of what we want and are(and besides is there even a way to "look" like you like men anyway? losers). This tight association with femininity/liking boys inherently excludes femme lesbians because we don't fit the mold. That's why I won't stand for anyone saying this shit about us because our identities are inherently revolutionary and contrary to the norm. Please just don't forget that femme lesbians exist when you make your "girly girl positivity" posts or whatever. Or act like all feminine girls are automatically attracted to men or that boys are someway somehow an inherent part of femininity, it's an incredibly limited and inaccurate depiction.

[6qubed]

fair enough, that's what I've been doing. and yeah, I did the bumper-sticker snappy comeback thing, which was not cool. apologies.

let's recontextualize. first point of order, every human is a human, be they man, woman, white, black, gay, straight, pick your fucking adjective. we're all humans. we're the same. that sounds fairly obvious on the face of it, but remember that dehumanization and othering- that "Us vs. Them" shit- are the tools of bigots; note what I said there, not fascists, bigots. we'll never truly be free of the taint of Godwin's Law, but we haven't gotten to them yet. not yet. soon, though. but back on track, this does respond to that thing you wrote; women and fascists are the same, because there is literally nothing separating them from any other group of humans on the planet. nothing that matters, anyway. (and if that thought pisses you off, hey it pisses them off too. one more thing y'all got in common)

second point, no person ever thinks of themselves as a "bad person". we're getting dangerously close to discussions of morality here (and I have a bias anyway because I'm an antinihilist and morality doesn't exist. neither does holiness, since you mentioned it) but my point is no person ever does "the wrong thing" on purpose. if they do, they either think they're being "wrong for The Right Reasons", i.e. telling those mormons that rocked up to your doorstep that you can't go to church with them next sunday because that's when you're hosting a gay satanic orgy, three things that a religious person would find objectionable and that's why you're saying it, or (and this is the dangerous one) they think they "didn't have a choice", i.e. that "look what you made me do" shit that a domestic abuser would say after she slapped her husband around for buying another woman flowers (his mother, for Mother's Day).

third point, building off the second, is that once a person's got it in their heads that they're a "victim" being "oppressed", it's real easy for anything and everything they do to be "protecting themselves and/or fighting back" and anything their "oppressor" does as "oppression". okay, let's go back to the fascists now: you've no doubt seen that "1488" dogwhistle that every dickhead tries to use to be "clever", right? ignore the 88 for a second; that 14 is a reference to "The Fourteen Words", a slogan for white supremacy. now consider what those fourteen words actually say. it's actually the first half of an entire slogan broken up by a comma: "We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children, because the beauty of the White Aryan woman must not perish from the Earth." do you see it? they think all that awful shit they've been doing this whole time is an act of protection. they think they're under attack. any act of cruelty they commit might be regrettable, on its face, but really in their minds they don't have a choice. because they're being oppressed. they're being run out of their homes, having their money and their jobs and their opportunities and their futures taken away, by their oppressors. hell you want a less dramatic example? remember all that fuss everyone was making years ago about "manspreading"? when Men's latest act of oppression against feminists All Women Everywhere was sitting comfortably on public transit? "How dare they take up Our Space! it's supposed to be for those who truly need it! what's next, Men in Women's bathrooms??"

there is nothing separating you from that. nothing makes you better. nothing makes you "special". and nothing makes you any different from me. or anyone else. nothing at all. the idea that you are somehow above that sort of thinking is a trap, and the minute you think that being harmed gives you justification for doing harm in return, you've fallen in. as for "just making jokes", well first of all go back and reread OP's posts, and second consider how burned you'd be or have been by men making "women jokes"

i see "men bad" jokes as very similar to suicide jokes. like making them every once in a while isn't the worst thing, but if you Keep making them constantly. it DOES shape how you start thinking and you WILL become a more unpleasant and bitter person and also make people around you uncomfortable. and sometimes you just gotta choose to not make or engage with certain jokes, even if they are amusing to you, because its just not who you wanna be

[knotdispenser]

always subject to change

Disclaimers:

So first thing is first, my name is Ian. If you know who I am and we haven't had fun yet, assume you won't have fun here.

Or we still might have fun, I don't mind people reaching out.

No Minors & No Terfs.

Triggering content might be on this blog.

I am over 21, please be over 18 and play characters that are over 18 too before interacting.

So this blog basically has a lot of muses.

I have yet to write cohesive bios for them atm besides their stats.

Any additional info that y'all want to know about them, feel free to drop an ask.

All my muses are gay. If your characters I.D. as male, they’ll be attracted to them.

In addition to that, this is a trans positive blog. Don’t be an ass.

I have an alternate rp blog here: @knotfodder

Rules:

No Godmodding, apparently this is a thing. Unless it’s discussed before hand, don’t try to rp as my character in the thread.

Speaking of which, I made this blog primarily to rp on the Tumblr dash, however, I do have a discord. If you ask nicely, I'll give it to you (😏).

Adding on to that, IMs and Inbox/Asks are open for plotting.

The Ship Whore has arrived! Comfortable with shipping as long as I feel it’s organic. I can’t really do anything if my character’s personality clashes with your characters.

Kinks and taboo are okay. I like to say I'll try everything once, just please understand sometimes it only takes once to find that something is not for me, so please respect that.

To add on to that, the only things I’ll ever reject are: scat, vore, necro, (gratuitous)gore, & pedophilia.

There will be smut. If you need a tag for it, please feel free to reach out so I may tag appropriately.

no forbidden fcs, just please don’t be mean/rude.

AUs and OCs are welcome. If we need to take a few minutes to plot something out for it, I’ll happily oblige.

I don’t mind icon RPers, just note that I don’t have access to making custom gifs, so I hope you’re okay with whatever gifs I find on tumblr.

I am not above making custom starters for anyone. Just drop an asks and I’ll happily send you something.

I am semi-selective, but kinda not. You don’t need to match my writing length. If you think your reply is strong with just three lines, that’s perfectly fine. Just no single or two word answers please.

Multiple threads from the same blog are fine with me, just allow me some space in between other threads with other people. Speaking of:

Please don’t be clingy or start any drama. It just never works out for anyone.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, means a lot. n.n

[pinkyjulien]

Y'know, I wasn't sure if I should reblog this one post there, especially since people went out of their way to censor it by mass reporting it alongside other posts, getting my wholass blog flagged as well

Thankfully, a year later, I've been able to appeal all the posts, simply because I never found out what was flagged, assuming it was sexy/skimpy virtual photography.

But no, it was simply this.

A fandom who can't handle queer men, queer player celebrating the smallest crumb of queerness confirmation on a niche NPC. This really got y'all sooooo butthurt- but fuck it, I will reblog it here, now that I can :>

Pardon my saltiness, this got me so upset yesterday and I never got to talk about everything that happened to me regarding all of this.

Remember how the fandom reacted, btw? For the new commers that thankfully dodged it all, here what went down.

Shortly after this stream/post, a lot of people started to cry about it.

A popular Goro/FemV shipper made a post calling out Pawel and how "Devs shouldn't have any place in fandom spaces"

Yes, we're talking about a dev who said "Oh yeah we left hints on purpose in the game"- mind you this Goro Shipper, alongside others, were going apeshit over the possibility of Goro having hidden voice lines/interaction in Jig Jig street, asking about it on streams (Yes, Pawel's streams) but I guess Devs confirming and giving hints is only valid when the fandom decides it!

Another person, this time a Mitch shipper, got an anon telling her about this info; being a Mitch/FemV shipper you can imagine how well she reacted. After telling Anon to fuck off, she apparently wrote smut of Mitch "eating pussy", I guess in an attempt to counter the Gay allegations. And if you think that's fucked up- yes, yes it is! That's about the most transphobic and homophobic shit ever; I'm not saying the person is, but what she wrote WAS highly phobic.

I was, of course, accused of being that Anon, despite the fact this person has been blocked for almost 4 years now, and I've been doing everything in my power to avoid her at all cost

In my Trans Awareness Day post, I mentionned this "fanfic" at the end, and how "eating pussy" is NOT a hetero/cis only sexual interaction, and of course some people thought my post was "too agressive"!

Last year, while reporting and blocking one of the many harassing anon blog of the fandom, I stumbled upon a post; an anon trash-talking me, my ship, talking about Mitch and how my "gay headcanon" wasn't valid since my V is trans.

This post broke me, I won't even hide it, this was such a low blow, nasty fucking comment from a pathetic asshole hiding behind a screen.

This fandom is so passively queerphobic with a nice fake paint of inclusivity. Complaining in private about how much of a "waste" gay characters are. Sharing disgust of seeing canonly bisexual characters, such as Goro, being shipped with Male OCs.

I hate every single persons who participated in this; supported this non-sense of "Devs shouldn't confirm anything unless it pleases ME"

Supported the transphobic fanfic of "eating pussy makes a man love women"

Again, I never spoke about it publicly and never had any ""occasion"" to. Not that I ever wanted to poke that fucking beehive of highschool bullies, but seeing what flagged posts caused my whole blog to be censored enraged me

My apologies for the PURE fandom wank there! It's been eating me since yesterday, now that it's out in the open I'll feel better :>

BITCH HELLO??????? HELLOO??????????????????

CONFIRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMED FULLON

[knotfodder]

always subject to change

Disclaimers:

So first thing is first, my name is Ian. If you know who I am and we haven't had fun yet, assume you won't have fun here.

Or we still might have fun, I don't mind people reaching out.

No Minors & No Terfs.

I am over 21, please be over 18 and play characters that are over 18 too before interacting.

So this blog basically has a lot of muses.

I have yet to write cohesive bios for them atm besides their stats.

Any additional info that y'all want to know about them, feel free to drop an ask.

All my muses are gay. If your characters I.D. as male, they’ll be attracted to them.

In addition to that, this is a trans positive blog. Don’t be an ass.

I have an alternative blog for more triggering content here: @knotdispenser

Rules:

No Godmodding, apparently this is a thing. Unless it’s discussed before hand, don’t try to rp as my character in the thread.

Speaking of which, I made this blog primarily to rp on the Tumblr dash, however, I do have a discord. If you ask nicely, I'll give it to you (😏).

Adding on to that, IMs and Inbox/Asks are open for plotting.

The Ship Whore has arrived! Comfortable with shipping as long as I feel it’s organic. I can’t really do anything if my character’s personality clashes with your characters.

Kinks and taboo are okay. I like to say I'll try everything once, just please understand sometimes it only takes once to find that something is not for me, so please respect that.

To add on to that, the only things I’ll ever reject are: scat, vore, necro, gore, age play / age regression & pedophilia.

There will be smut. If you need a tag for it, please feel free to reach out so I may tag appropriately.

no forbidden fcs, just please don’t be mean/rude.

AUs and OCs are welcome. If we need to take a few minutes to plot something out for it, I’ll happily oblige.

I don’t mind icon RPers, just note that I don’t have access to making custom gifs, so I hope you’re okay with whatever gifs I find on tumblr.

I am not above making custom starters for anyone. Just drop an asks and I’ll happily send you something.

I am semi-selective, but kinda not. You don’t need to match my writing length. If you think your reply is strong with just three lines, that’s perfectly fine. Just no single or two word answers please.

Multiple threads from the same blog are fine with me, just allow me some space in between other threads with other people. Speaking of:

Please don’t be clingy or start any drama. It just never works out for anyone.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, means a lot. n.n

[joseshmoe82]

I don't trust anyone I fuck with ya I go hard and really fucks with ya I don't give a fuck brown black white confused or soooooo dummmm that you don't know have any respect or how to be a friend fuck that I don't need drama in my life I have enough but best believe I will come see you shit please best believe I don't give a fuck once I turn my cheek on someone guy girl who ever I will let you think you got over on me that's for fucking sure with all my HART and everything I got you that's for sure but you know what I'm to old for this shit I been all around the fence up down i been threw it all I have done everything you can think of in the book but to ever let someone take advantage of me my kindness for weaknesses or get someone sooooo lit he falls for some dummm ass shit and gay shit I got nothing against anyone who is gay at all I'm not racist I'm good peoples who takes pride in his skills as a baber but if there was anything I regret it was meeting you bro your selfish tight as a bitch I mean you're tight bro like you can't get nothing by your ass and you're focusing the wrong people I was the wrong one to be focused on I'm not gay I'll never be gay yes I have so I give it punk ass and credit but the nigger got me lit up you took advantage of my ass bro just keep pushing bro cuz I tried to be your friend I really try to be your friend no you're too selfish it's too greedy you're too I'm just not gay drugs are a mother fucker cuz I don't deny nothing I don't talk about nothing I don't talk about you you know what I'm saying cuz you're not that great looking homie I already told you not to not to disrespect me again so I don't give a fuck call me gay call me fucking a loser broke ass nigga I don't give a fuck I don't appreciate the comments but I don't live my life like that and I can honestly say that I have done everything probably twice in this world had everything a man could ever want money cars who gives a fuck though right it's just a story and people with big mouths and people that already know the people with big mouths they already know your story they know how you are you know how you care yourself so please leave me alone or you know what just be cool bro it's just chill you know what I'm saying because I'll be out there in the streets bro and I may have to see you and I just I don't want no problems I'm good peoples and I'm a good friend once you ruin that you'll never have that again ever you know drugs are a mother so my one app I get huh and this is what it is to expose the motherfucker you know what homie expose yourself I don't give a fuck I didn't like it I never did and it was all you homie there's times I just want to close my eyes it was sick Bro but money is money no never happen again so if I just expose myself fuck it I don't give a damn fuck you too if you don't like it cuz I ain't done nothing but always try to help everybody and so mad love to everyone and respect most of you to everyone y'all have a good day cuz I know I will and you keep dreaming homie you just keep dreaming because that's all I'll ever be again is a fucking dream that's it a story you acting like I'm some type of trophy nigga the fuck out of here you have no respect and I pretty sure everybody else knows it around you how you are as a person you know you're nice but you're not good people as well you're a scammer and you have a mouthpiece on you that's all it is homie but I'm on to your ass and my mom's here again and actually no games bro have I ever open that door with you no cuz I'm serious about everything I do with much love and respect to you I'll see you around homie and we don't need no problems

[fruitcoops]

Hey Eve! I had a request for a fic where Remus has these really distant relatives and they're not the nicest people you could say, just maybe a few levels better than Sirius' family. So anyway Sirius and Remus are forced into having dinner with them and it's unpleasant to say the least, they ask awkward questions about Sirius' family and Remus tries to intervene when he can but overall it goes horribly. And after it's finally over, Remus just apologizes profusely and Sirius is a little shaken up but overall fine enough to assure Remus that it happens, everyone has a few shitty family members that they wish they weren't related to. If you'd like, you can skip the dinner altogether and just write about the conversation between S and R afterward? Or if you don't vibe with this idea, feel free to ignore it too :) No pressure! Thank you, have a nice day <3

For everyone dealing with shitty family this Thanksgiving: you are not alone and I love all of you so much. Hope this gives you some catharsis. This was combined with asks for the fine vs. okay talk and Coops angst where one feels guilty/ blames themselves. Big hugs all around, y'all <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for family fighting, homophobia (mild), infuriating relatives, minor injury (no violence), mentioned past abuse, cutting contact from relatives

The guilt was eating Remus alive, and anger was cauterizing the edges. Forks clinked on fine china plates; he shoved another mouthful of soggy, bland pumpkin pie in his mouth and tried not to scowl too hard.

“So, Remus!” His ground his teeth and forced an interested look as Aunt Carol’s chipper voice broke the tension. “How are you enjoying the NHL so far?”

“It’s great being able to play again,” he answered.

Uncle Chuck snorted. “Be a helluva lot more fun if you scored a goal, eh champ?”

In his periphery, Remus saw his father go rigid and his mother’s knuckles go white on her fork. Beside him, Sirius’ face darkened, and he forced himself to speak before anyone else said anything to ruin the already-awful evening. “Not for lack of trying, that’s for sure.”

“Come on, kiddo, we need something to tell the association!” he chuckled, like it was funny. Aunt Carol hooted with laughter behind her napkin. “Got all that attention and nothing to show for it!”

“It’s a good thing I wasn’t after attention in the first place,” he gritted out. It was a bad night, just as he anticipated when he first got the call from his parents that the annual Black Friday dinner invitation had arrived in the mail. Carol was his mother’s last living relative—there was a sense of obligation in going, though none of them ever truly wanted to. Remus suddenly found himself wishing his great-aunt would start going off on yet another vaccine tangent he could safely tune out rather than…well, everything that had been said so far.

Carol turned a bright smile on Sirius, like a bird of prey zeroing in on a rabbit. “So, Sirius, have you been seeing anyone lately?”

Remus choked on his pie—Sirius nearly coughed up a lung around the mouthful of water he had just tipped back. “Pardon?”

“Are you seeing anyone?” she repeated, innocent as could be.

Remus glanced to his mother, who mirrored his confusion and sense of impending doom. “Yes?” Sirius said after a moment, chancing a look at Remus. “I’m—Remus and I have been together for over a year.”

She waved a hand as if batting a fly with a playful scoff. “Oh, honey, you can drop all that here. Do you have a girlfriend yet?”

Remus stared at her, struck speechless. Of everything he had expected, that certainly wasn’t on the list. “Aunt Carol, we’re engaged.”

“I’m gay,” Sirius said at the same time.

That brought a chortle out of Uncle Chuck as he raised his wine glass again. “Come on, you two, let loose a little! There’s no reporters here! Just family and a nice meal where we can be free of all the theatrics and have a good time. You might have been able to fool the paps, but my wife and I saw right through the whole thing.”

Slow, terrible realization began to settle in Remus’ gut. Sirius blinked at the couple before turning to him with a lost expression. “It’s not an act,” Remus said as clearly as he could manage around the scream of frustration building in his lungs. “We’re really getting married next summer.”

Chuck frowned. “What about that nice girl, Lily Whatserface?”

“She’s my best friend’s wife,” Sirius said, one hand gripping the edge of his seat.

“Damn, I always thought you two would be cute together,” Chuck tsked, sipping his drink. “But really, Remus, you ought to settle down with someone soon and start having—”

“They are settling down, Chuck,” his father interrupted, colder than Remus had ever heard before; he tried not to let his surprise show. “Together. As a family.”

Carol sent his mother a wide-eyed look. “Does he speak to you like that?” she murmured out of the side of her mouth. Remus watched her lips press into a thin line before she silently shook her head, more out of disgust than anything else. He glanced at the clock—barely an hour had passed since their arrival. Usually they made it at least 90 minutes before he felt like throwing up.

“Now—” Chuck paused to clear his throat and take another drink before leaning toward Sirius, who visibly moved back. “What do your parents think about this whole thing, young man? Are they in on it, too?”

Fuck. Remus took a deep breath in and watched the side of Sirius’ jaw tick. “No,” he answered with a great deal more calm than the situation called for. “No, my parents unfortunately don’t approve of my upcoming marriage to your nephew. We’ve cut contact since I was outed.”

Genuine bewilderment crossed Chuck’s angular face. “You didn’t tell them your plan?”

Remus’ fork squeaked on his plate. “It’s not a plan, it’s a—”

“I never intended for them to find out,” Sirius snapped.

“But if you explained your strategy—”

“It’s not a strategy!” Everyone turned to look at Remus and he took a deep breath, setting his fork down with a shaking hand. “Uncle Chuck, Aunt Carol, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but the engagement isn’t fake, we’re actually gay, and if you have some pipe dream about me or my fiancé having a straight American life you can shove it up your ass.”

“Remus,” Carol gasped.

Chuck frowned. “Listen here, young man, I’ve been trying to have a conversation with Sirius—”

“You’ve been fucking rude—”

“—because his parents deserve to know the truth—”

“My parents don’t deserve shit—”

“They’re your parents!”

“They’re abusive and homophobic.”

“This whole thing has gone on far too—”

“Carol, if you say one more word—”

“That’s enough out of you, Hope, I’m trying to make sure your son doesn’t throw away his future—”

“It’s my future and my husband and you have no right to—"

“I don’t know where you two went wrong as parents but—”

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Eerie quiet filled the two-story house. Hope glared at the pineapple wallpaper Carol had happily informed her had come straight from their Florida condo as she scrubbed at the burnt remains of the forgotten sweet potatoes. She heard a hiss of pain down the hall and a low murmur—she wanted to be upset with Remus for overreacting, but slamming his glass down hard enough that it shattered was an entirely justifiable reaction after the shitshow that came from her uncle’s mouth.

Carol primly cleared her throat as she took a casserole dish from the drying rack and began dabbing it with an embroidered kitchen towel. “I hope Remus is alright,” she said after a few seconds of silence. Hope hummed in agreement. “You know how Chuck is, love. Sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop.”

Hope focused her attention on a stubborn grease stain, blood thundering in her ears. There had been many Black Friday dinners where she wanted to crawl into a hole or burn the house down, but none quite as explosively bad as that one. They hadn’t even made it through dessert.

“If Remus needed money, he could have just asked.”

Something distressed laced Carol’s voice; Hope finally looked up, baffled. “What?”

“This whole…” Carol trailed off with a sympathetic smile and a wave of her hand. “Thing could have been avoided if he just said he needed a hand. I know Chuck and I struggled with money at his age, but this whole fiasco is so much more complicated than it had to be. We would have happily helped him out instead of letting him make a fool of himself like this.”

For a moment, Hope wondered if her aunt was speaking a foreign language. “I’m sorry?”

Carol blinked at her. “I mean, being with Sirius Black must be a nice lifestyle, but was this whole thing worth it to keep living in some fancy city?”

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There was a knock on the doorframe. Sirius glanced up from the framed photo of a younger Chuck and Carol and felt his mood dim, but moved aside all the same.

“Thank you, Sirius,” Chuck said, smiling regretfully as he settled down next to him on the couch with two bottles. “Want a beer?”

“I’m good.”

He set one aside and cracked the other open. “I’m sorry for raising my voice earlier.”

Sirius waited for him to continue; when it became clear he wouldn’t, he closed his eyes and stifled a sigh. “Thanks.”

“It’s just that the Lupins, they’re family, you know? Between you and me, I’ve never been a big fan of Lyall—” I think everyone on the Eastern seaboard knows that, actually, Sirius thought. “—but Hope’s my only niece, and Remus is…Remus, so I was just trying to look out for them. I want them to be happy, you know?”

A latent tongue of fury spiked up Sirius’ spine. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I want Remus to live a good life, and I want Hope to have the joy of a few grandbabies running around—”

“What do you mean, Remus is Remus?” His pulse picked up as he looked to Chuck, who shifted uncomfortably. The mood in the room tilted on its axis; Sirius felt a familiar tang in the back of his throat, like he did before a fight on the ice.

Finally, Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose with a slow exhale. “He’s just sensitive, always has been. I could never figure him out. He was a sweet kid, clumsy, but he didn’t get into scraps with other boys or roughhouse with his cousins. Kid never took a hit in pickup games. And then this whole thing happened and I’m just worried he’ll pull you into it.”

Sirius’ jaw was starting to hurt from clenching it so tight. “Go on.”

Chuck reached out and put a friendly hand on his shoulder, giving him a light pat. “If he starts to get all clingy and needy, don’t feel bad about doing what’s best for you, Sirius. We’ll be there for him to make sure he can pick himself up and move forward.”

A lot of things ran through Sirius’ head in that moment. Curse words, mostly, mixed with questions and possibly a phone call to the higher power that forgot to put braincells in this man. None of those were what came out of his mouth. “Why is it so hard for you to believe I love him?”

Chuck’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, then settled into confusion. “Because you’re you, and he’s him.”

“D’accord, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Sirius said, mustering all his therapy techniques for a calm mind. “I am gay. Remus is the love of my life and has been for over a year. We are getting married because we honestly love each other, and you are not invited. Do not ever—ever—insult my fiancé to my face again.”

Something shattered in the other room before Chuck had a chance to respond; they both stood as Hope stormed out of the kitchen, snatching her coat off the hook with so much anger flowing off her Sirius could practically feel it burning his skin. “What happened?” he asked, helping her gather their winter layers from the hall closet.

Carol hurried from the kitchen half a second later. “Hope—”

“No!” Hope snapped, whirling to face her. “Absolutely not! I have put up with your bigotry since I was six years old and I am done putting my family through it from some misplaced sense of duty! Carol, I have given you so many chances, but as of tonight you can rest assured I will never contact you or your husband ever again. Lyall?”

Lyall half-jogged down from the hall bathroom with Remus hot on his heels, bypassing Carol without so much as a glance her way. Sirius didn’t know what to do, so he wrapped his scarf around his neck and prayed for a quick exit.

“You ruined everything tonight,” Hope continued, her eyes shining with tears. Chuck and Carol stood side-by-side in utter shock as she smudged the first one off her cheek. “Everything. I thought that maybe you would put aside our differences to celebrate my son’s good news because for all your faults you’ve never been outwardly homophobic, but you have been nothing but disrespectful to him and his fiancé and my husband and me, and I am tired of it. I’m sorry you can’t look past your blinders and I’m sorry it had to end like this. We’re leaving. Goodbye.”

Sirius pulled the door open for her, then followed Remus out with a light touch to his lower back. It was a cold night. His bones were colder. The whiplash change between wanting to throttle Chuck and then watching as Hope flew off the handle left him floundering for some idea of what to feel. It was too much all at once.

Lyall was holding Hope on the front lawn as she sobbed into the front of his jacket. A warm hand, the one not covered in bandages, slipped into his own. “Dad?” Remus said quietly.

“Go on, bud.” Lyall tilted his head toward their car. “We’ll meet you at the house.”

“You’re sure?”

A single nod was all the answer they needed. Sirius gave his hand a squeeze and they walked to the car together; he didn’t even flinch at the cold interior as they shut the doors. Silence fell in a heavy blanket.

Remus leaned his forehead on the dashboard and let out a long breath. “I am so sorry.”

“Holy shit,” was all Sirius could think to say.

“This is all my fault.” Remus shook his head, shoulders slumping. “Jesus, this is all my fault, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“It’s not your—”

“They’ve always been a nightmare,” he said miserably. “Every year. Mom doesn’t have anyone else and they don’t have anyone come over for Thanksgiving because they are such shitty people and I know I told you they’re awful but—but fuck, Sirius, the things they said to you.”

There had been a point, just before Remus’ glass broke and blood stained Carol’s lacey tablecloth, where all six of them were shouting at each other; nobody was saying anything, but that didn’t matter. Sirius’ blood had boiled as he watched the love of his life get berated by the people that were supposed to be family. He regretted not taking seriously the earlier warnings about Chuck and Carol’s less-than-stellar views and the sour grimace on Remus’ face when they drove up.

It wasn’t right. He was the one with the bad family, and Remus was never supposed to go through that horror show.

Remus straightened up in the passenger seat and turned with a guilty look. “I shouldn’t have brought you with me. We should have stayed home and had a nice time and I—I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say to you right now. I’m sorry. I fucked up so bad and I hope you can forgive me for putting you in that situation.”

“You’re forgiven.” It was the easiest thing Sirius had ever said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, I asked if you were okay.”

Something in his face cracked; he reached out and Sirius pulled him in for a hug without hesitation, soothing the tremors under his palms with gentle circles. “I hate hearing people say bad things about you,” Remus said hoarsely, pressing a hard kiss to his cheek. “I love you too much for that. I had no idea how awful it would feel to hear it coming from my family.”

“I love you, too.”

Remus sat back again, cupping Sirius’ face in his palms until they made eye contact. “I love you,” he repeated, fierce and unyielding. “I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Not for your money, not for your looks, not for attention. You. I would wait a hundred years if it meant I still got to love you, so don’t ever listen to anyone who tells you I wouldn’t.”

Sirius reached up and swiped away the tears on his cheeks with his thumbs, then drew him in for another hug and closed his eyes. The knot of hurt and indignance and shock was beginning to unravel. He loved his fiancé and he loved his in-laws and that was all that mattered, now.

“They’re not your family if you don’t want them to be,” he said. It had taken him a long time to learn that fact, and yet it remained the most important one in his life. “Don’t feel guilty for their choices, Re. I’m not angry with you. I’m just sorry you had to do that.”

Sirius could count on one hand the number of words they said to each other on the drive home; he didn’t let go of Remus’ hand the whole time. Hope and Lyall were still out when they arrived and Jules would be with a friend until the next morning, so they entered the house and shed their layers in relative quiet, then headed to the bathroom and stripped out of their nice clothes. The hot water blasted the last of the intense emotions from Sirius, leaving him tired and drained—he carefully redressed the cuts on Remus’ hand and sealed each Band-Aid with a kiss.

They didn’t bother with anything but pajama pants despite the snow outside, curling up as tight as they could under the thick comforter and soft flannel sheets. Wordlessly, Remus turned them so he could be the big spoon, and Sirius fell asleep to the steady beat of his heart on the back of his shoulder. The night was almost over. The morning would be kinder.

[pastelwitchling]

“It’s cloudy, cold and I have a sleeping love of my life in my arms, go find someone else to play your alien catcher games,” Michael whisper yelled and hung up.

When Michael had woken up to a sleeping Alex’s face inches away from his own, he’d been afraid he was dreaming. But as he traced Alex’s cheek with the back of his fingers now and Alex made a soft sound at the back of his throat like a disturbed kitten and burrowed deeper into the warmth of Michael’s chest, as the memory of what they’d done last night and how close they’d been and the time they’d taken to explore every inch of one another’s skin, for once in no hurry, a smile of awe tugged at Michael’s lips.

The wind howled outside, unable to touch them here under the heavy duvet Alex had brought over last night because he’d wanted to make sure Michael was staying warm, and Michael let his hand fall down Alex’s shoulder, his arm, silently reveling in the way Alex shuddered in his sleep and curled up even closer, leaving no room between them.

Alex must’ve been exhausted if even Michael’s quiet giggles into the crook of his neck as he hugged him unbearably close couldn’t wake him. Or maybe, Michael thought, he had worn him out last night. The thought made him bite his lower lip and press his face to Alex’s neck and inhale. He was tired himself, easily able to go back to sleep for several more hours, but he didn’t want to stop staring at Alex. He had neverseen Alex sleep before, never gotten the chance to watch him, to touch his body and watch the way he reacted even in his dreams.

At one point, Alex started twitching slightly, his brows pinched. He made a quiet whimpering sound, turning his head left and right. Nightmares. Michael remembered Alex talking about this once before he seemed to realized he’d mentioned them at all and dismissed Michael’s concerns. Because that was Alex, wasn’t it? Nothing ever hurt him. He couldn’t affordto let anything hurt him.

Michael wouldn’t have that. He pressed his lips to Alex’s ear and softly shushed him, his other finger tracing a line from Alex’s brow down to the tip of his nose and back up again.

“Shh,” he whispered as softly as he could. “You’re okay, Alex. You’re safe here. You’re with me.”

“My Michael,” Alex murmured in a breath barely quieter than a whisper, as if every part of his mind yearned for Michael to be closer, before he pushed his face into Michael’s chest hair and his breaths settled again.

“Yeah, baby,” Michael murmured against Alex’s lips. “Your Michael.”

He opened his mouth against Alex’s, leaning in to kiss him, when his phone buzzed on the counter behind their heads. Alex flinched at the sudden sound, whimpering ever so slightly, before Michael levitated the phone right into his hand and answered his sister through grit teeth.

“What?” he hissed.

“I need you at the Crashdown,” Isobel said. “Max and Liz might have a trail on Jones and Rosa’s working on hearing frequencies.”

Michael shook his head. “Great, sounds like you’ve got everything taken care of. I’ll see you in five hours.” He looked down at Alex, his naked torso, his strong arms, his rosy cheeks and lips. His mouth watered at the thought of what they would do when he woke up. “Make that seven.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Isobel said sarcastically, “did you forget that there’s an evil alien with our brother’s face going around killing people?”

“Alex has a radar set up to find him,” Michael said, unable to help the smugness in his voice. “Tuned in to his frequency and his particular signature. He’s also got an alert system set up so if it finds anything, we’ll know. That said, good night.”

“It’s seven in the morning!”

“Not for us,” he argued.

“Michael!”

“Listen, it’s cloudy, cold, and I have the love of my life sleeping in my arms,” he whisper-yelled. “Go find someone else to play your little alien catcher games,” and he hung up.

Letting his phone float back to the counter, Michael snuggled back down until he was comfortably curled up with Alex again. He was just starting to heave a long breath when heavy knocks came at the door.

“MICHAEL!” Isobel’s voice sounded. “You are not sleeping in when Rosa needs your help, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!”

Alex flinched, his eyes flying open this time as he sat upright.

“No no no,” Michael murmured, taking Alex’s groggy face in his hands and pulling him in.

“What’s happening?” Alex mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep, everything’s –”

“Michael!”

Alex turned in the direction of the door, brows furrowed. “Is that Isobel?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Open up!”

“What’s wrong with her?” Alex started to get out of bed.

“Do not get out of bed!”

“Guerin,” he said, more awake now, “she could need help.”

“Who cares?!”

Alex pulled on a pair of briefs, Michael’s pair of briefs, which made Michael die all over again, and opened the door to Isobel’s knocking.

Isobel’s fist was up mid-knock, and her eyes widened at the sight of Alex, half-naked, in front of her.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, “you really are here. Oh my god,” she repeated, her wide eyes raking Alex’s body up and down. Michael felt a possessiveness force him out of bed in one step. Isobel reached out as if to touch his pecs. “You – uh – sure you’re completelygay?”

Michael came in between them at the last second, keeping Alex behind him, his grip on his arm tight. “Yes,” he said through grit teeth. “Don’t touch him. Nobody touches him but me.”

Isobel raised a brow, unimpressed, and Alex sighed, a half-amused, half-exasperated smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh,” he said. “It’s one of those mornings. I’ll get dressed.”

“What?” Michael whipped around. “No, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Actually, if Alex comes, then you could stay in bed,” Isobel told Michael with a self-satisfied grin. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I want to stay in bed with Alex,” Michael growled. “Alex, you don’t have to go anywhere, you’ve worked hard enough this week!” He stepped closer to Alex to keep Isobel from listening in, and lowered his voice. “After what happened with the Lockhart Machine –”

“Don’t do that,” Alex said, though everything about him was fond. He cupped Michael’s cheek. “I’m not made of glass, I can handle this.”

“I don’t want you to handle this,” Michael argued, gripping Alex’s waist to keep him here. “Please, Alex, I . . . just not yet. Just give us today. For me, please.”

And as always, Alex seemed able to see into his thoughts. I’m not ready to see you risk your life again, not so soon. You may be tough enough to handle it, but I’m not.

For a moment, Michael worried Alex would dismiss his concerns, tell him he was worrying for nothing. But then Alex’s shoulders fell, he gave a half, soft smile, and leaned in, kissing Michael’s lips. When he pulled back, he spoke to Isobel over Michael’s shoulder.

“Sorry, Isobel,” he said. “We can’t today.”

Isobel, who’d been watching the exchange, had her eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed in concern. She seemed to realize something horrible had happened recently, even if Michael was unwilling to talk about it. She nodded.

“Okay,” she said, then took a deep breath and repeated, “Okay. I’ll – uh – let everyone know it’s your day off. Sorry to wake you guys.” She turned, then stopped, and looked back at Alex. “So definitely gay then?”

“Get out!” Michael snapped as Alex burst into laughter behind him, clutching Michael’s shoulders to steady himself.

Isobel looked more put out that Alex was off limits than for anything else, and as soon as she had driven away, Michael shut the trailer door with his mind and picked Alex off the ground. He tossed him onto the bed and hovered above him. Alex’s eyes darkened as he gripped his arms, urging him closer.

Michael leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, taking just a few short seconds to reassure himself that Alex wasn’t on a ledge, but here, safe and sound in bed with him, before he bit Alex’s lower lip and grinded his hips down.

Alex’s lips parted in a moan and Michael took the opportunity to slot their mouths together. When he pulled back, Alex’s eyes were dazed and his cheeks were flushed.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to wear you out again,” he breathed, and kissed Alex’s eager grin.

I deviated just a little bit, hope that's okay. Prompt requests have been permanently opened, y'all, but no promises on how quickly I will deliver them.

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Ok, So as a straight cis woman and most importantly a Big fan of both your games. What you said about your games aimed at the LGBTQ community made me feel like a cast out and that I'm not taken into consideration. I would also like to mention that I understand the "cal scene" I mean even we get rejected YK. I would understand your point if you are only including ONLY LGBTQ content, characters and MC in your stories but the fact that in both games we can play as straight wouldn't that mean that it includes\aimed at us too. you have fans from every gender and sexuality, you don't have to "undervalue" a section I think as an author you should be more objective. You don't have to reply I just wanted to make a point and I still think that your games and storylines are cool and will continue playing as long as I don't feel discriminated or outcasted in the game.💞💖

Okay, I honestly couldn't tell if this was being serious or not and I don't say that to be mean or rude or anything like that, I'm just... I'm not really sure how to process everything going on in this... ask.

When I say "aimed at", I'm meaning "written with them in mind". I mean, c'mon, I'm a genderqueer person who has a general preference for women and other enbys with some vague interest in men, alongside being on the aroace spectrum. It's... it's really hard to not have the lgbt+ community in mind when I'm writing, madam.

Also the Cal scene thing I said was a joke, a lot of y'all in our inbox are also acting odd about it, I'm not sure why 💀

That's not at all true; there's plenty of CoGs/HGs that include LGBT+ options, but those games are not aimed at the community in any way; a game being aimed at a community will give more choices for that specific community especially if that community is as diverse as the LGBT+ one is.

Yes, I understand I have fans from many different backgrounds and I don't undervalue any fans at all, what I am saying is that while I do write to include cis straight persons, my games will generally be in mind for lgbt+ persons, from pronoun picking to gender to being ace, and having those things incorporated somehow in the game. I've been on my soapbox about some stuff on here before, like the gross misrepresentation of ace people in most games, and god dont get me started on the horrible shit I've seen said on the forums about people using they/them and the blatant phobias of most lgbt+ identities on there. Why shouldn't my community have a safe haven of writers who actually genuinely care about them and their representation when one of our biggest writers from the forums turned out to be so shitty a person? It's not fair, in any form or way, given that is not a worry for specifically the cis straight community (not talkin about my trans straight folks nor my cis gays).

Also, I don't write discrimination on sexuality nor gender, but please, as a cis straight woman, do not bring up discrimination to me. Cis straight people do not get gender nor sexuality discrimination; I have never, ever heard of someone being shunned by their family or being fired from their job, nor being made to feel like their lives matter less than those around them for being cis and straight. Most of my own family thinks my mom "didn't do her job" and they only know I prefer women, and Faye's family blame me for them being who they are and made sure I knew it, as well as telling Faye it's a phase or I'm "influencing" them. So, please. Really, really think before using the word "discrimination" when dealing with gender and sexuality.

Again, not trying to be rude or mean, but... what?

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★ Sincerely, Lee Know | Ver. 01

★ Summary: In an alternate universe where Lee Minho AKA Lee Know is a sassy blogger. You get to see with your very own eyes everything he documents on his blog, whether that's his thoughts on a recent movie he had just watched, his experience eating at Taco Bell for the first time, or the bitch he almost had to fight, Lee Minho will stop at nothing to get his points across.

★ Discretion: I hope it's not confusing, but this is a roleplay? I thought the idea would be fun. A lot of cursing and mature contents will be discussed, but nothing too over the top. Beware excessive cringe maybe. This is a series. Enjoy!

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Hi, my name is Lee Know, or I guess if we're getting personal here: Lee Minho. Although I prefer Lee Know because people always get me confused with the actor Lee Minho.

I rant and complain A LOT, but I don't think I need to tell you that, because you'll be finding it out for yourself later. But I have the mouth the size of the pacific ocean, and holding back is the last thing Lee Know does. So if you're a sensitive little bitch, then do not continue any further. If you still do and proceed to come for me, then well... that's between you and god.

More about myself? Well... I'm just your average everyday guy, but better. I like to listen to music and dance on my free time. And when I'm not doing that, then I usually hang out with my crew. They can be real idiotic and sometimes I wonder why am I even putting myself through their shit, but they are the real homies. Have been with me since forever and I know they will always have my back, so watch out.

Why I started this blog? Well, funny story. I got into an argument with Chan one day, btw shoutout to @christopherbangcorner go follow and like his stuff. I know he told me to not tell anyone about his blog but I could give two shit. Anyways, we were arguing and he said to me "You run that mouth of yours so much, why don't you put it to good use for once." so here I am. So if you're interested, keep reading. If you're just coming here to hate on me, then well... that's going to be difficult because I'm quite a likable person if I say so myself. I'm just kidding... ish.

Anyways. That's that. Proceed with caution!

Sincerely, Lee Know.

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rant #1 2:35 p.m.

I swear, hoes these days be thirsty asf. Me and Hyunjin just wanted to go to the convenience store to get some things Chan's lazy ass ordered us to, and we legit got followed the whole way there. ARE PEOPLE LITERALLY THAT JOBLESS! Leave us alone next time or don't say I didn't warn you when I whip out my asian slipper and slap every one of you so hard you're going to regret ever meeting me in this lifetime. And like, aren't you guys supposed to be in class right now? Go back, Jesus. Bet every one of y'all are failing. How would your mothers feel if she knows you're ditching class to go chase some dicks.

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rant #2 7:02 p.m.

Yo, I just suddenly remembered the rudest customer I ever had. So I used to work at this Boba shop during my high school days, and this motherfucker with his cupcake shaped hair jimmy neutron looking ass came in and started yelling at me for getting his order wrong. Like bro... why you tryna fight a 16 year old about a $4 drink. Chill tf out. There are children dying in Africa. Now that I think about it, 16 year old me was on some adult shit. 22 year old me now would've spit in his drink.

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rant #3 5:12 p.m.

Learn to wear a goddamn mask. I will not repeat myself. You ain't no Rosa Parks, you just a stupid headass. Do all these people really think they're doing sum?

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It likes me, I promise.

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Yes, we know we're hot.

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posted at 3:57 P.M.

yo, wtf. people actually read the shit that I write? no offense, but are you guys like... okay?! i sorta created this blog out of spite but now I just might have to roll with it.

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posted at 4:43 P.M.

I'm bored and my inbox are open. Send me something. No nudes or creepy ass messages please. There's a block button and I'm not afraid to use it.

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➤ potofnoodle923 asked: dang shawty, you cute.

sincerelyleeknow replied: tell me something I don't know.

➤ anonymous asked: why are you wearing makeup? that's gay. You're not funny and all of your followers suck.

sincerelyleeknow replied: why you mad bro? I bet you sent that from your mom's basement. go out and get some sunlight my dude. bitter ass mf i know you're scared.

➤ caillou_caillou0 asked: you're cute and all but why your hair be looking crispy.

sincerelyleeknow replied: okurr caillou. at least I have hair.

➤ flowerbeauty7 asked: go out with me?

sincerelyleeknow replied: I might consider if you're paying

➤ anonymous asked: fucking traitor hoe.

sincerelyleeknow replied: ayy chill out Chan. I helped promote your blog.

➤ anonymous asked: your friend on the right of one your photo is cute or whatever. he single?

sincerelyleeknow replied: get in line, sis

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posted at 6:22 P.M.

okay well that was a fucking mistake. anyways, I'm gonna bounce now. prob answer more tmr or whenever I'm not procrastinating. some of y'all weird as fuck.

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~ Sincerely, Lee Know