#yet i can kick it off me i just hope they're having a great life honestly

[oneforthemunny]

are you still accepting asks for the blurb game? if you are can we pleaaase have one for janitor!eddie where we just shower him with compliments all of a sudden, just out of nowhere? like he could just be cooking or came home with a haircut or just doing something so mundane and the compliment train just never stops 🥹❤️ i feel like he’d get so flustered and so shy and so blushy and so ksdhsjdhsjdhd I WANNA SQUEEZE HIM!!!

no bc it's his love language even if he won't admit it. and once you figure that out? oh it's so over. love love loveeee him. it's fluff. sickly sweet fluff bc he's perfect and he needs to know it!!!!

"Well, hello there,"

The front door had barely shut behind you, hands still filled with too many canvas bags of papers, the result of end of the year boredom. Testing was done, you were out of course material, and your kids were beyond excited for summer break- as were you. Especially after the hell that was end of the year parent-teacher conferences, where you had spent the last two and a half hours of your life.

Eddie knew you had to be exhausted, teaching all day and then dealing with parents. Cooking dinner was the least he could do, in his mind. He'd stopped by the grocery, got all the ingredients for your favorite pasta, a bottle of your favorite wine, he'd even picked up the living room, lit all the candles before he started cooking because he knows how you like them going when you're relaxing; because he knows you.

"Hi, baby," Eddie muttered over the sizzle of the chicken searing in the pan. "How was it?"

You let out a large exhale, dropping the bags by the doorway, kicking off your shoes next to them. "Not terrible but not great," You sighed. "Just very long."

"'M sorry." Eddie frowned lightly.

"'S alright," You shrugged, slinking through the small kitchen towards him, your arms wrapping around his waist. "Something smells good."

"Yeah? I'm tryin' something new with the seasoning on the chicken. I hope it's good-"

"-I was talking about you, but the chicken smells good, too." You grinned, nose pressing into the soft cotton of his shirt, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin.

Eddie stiffened in your grip, and you could feel him fluster. "Thanks, baby." He muttered. He wished his hair wasn't pulled back, so that he could hide behind the waterfall of curls to hide his blush.

"You look good too," You purred, hands sliding down his waist, pivoting to look at him fully. "I like your hair like that. I love it when you pull it back." Your finger brushed over a loose curl, tucking it behind his ear.

"Stop," Eddie let out a small, nervous laugh, lips tugging in a tight smile he tried to hide. "I'm 'sposed to be spoiling you tonight. Not the other way around."

"You always spoil me." You gave him a pointed look. "You're just so sweet. The absolute sweetest. Sweet, and sexy, and an amazing cook- how did I get so lucky?"

You couldn't help the grin that spread on your lips when he squirmed under your praise, blushing so boyishly it had your heart bursting.

"Uh, your wine is in the fridge." Eddie tried to change the subject, wiping his face with his arm, hoping you'd think the pinkness in his cheeks was from the heat of the stove. "It should be chilled by now."

You grinned back at him, pressing another kiss onto his cheek. "See? Perfect. You're just perfect." You swooned, squeezing his bicep affectionately. "I'm going to change, then I'll pour us a glass."

"Uh, wait," Eddie tapped the spoon, setting it on the rest before turning. "Your pajamas- the one with the fruits on them- they're in the laundry room if you're wanting them. I didn't get a chance to put them up yet, but they're in the basket."

Your favorite pajamas, clean along with the sheets, all for you- so you'd have a peaceful night.

"I jus- oof!" Eddie grunted in surprise when you launched yourself at him, pushing him against the counter, kissing him feverishly and sloppy while he laughed.

[simplyhughes]

Reunion | Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader

WC: 2.2K

Request: “Pis pls plss do a childhood friends to lovers w buck like she moved to La to be close to buck and everyone at the 118 thinks they're dating because of how close they are but they aren't dating YET and can you please try to throw in a heated argument between them that ends with a heated kiss!!!!!! Pls plss plsss”

Pairing: Evan Buckley X Fem!Reader

Warning: sad childhood ?? Idk nothing rlly

A/N: Please give me feedback!! I hope you like it!!!

It was always Buck and Y/N—everyone knew that. The two of you had been inseparable ever since you moved in next door in the second grade. It all started with Maddie babysitting you for some extra pocket money. You adored her; she was the sister you’d always wished for. And when Buck began tagging along, the rest was history.

The day Buck told you he’d been kicked out of community college, your heart broke for him. When you pulled away from the hug meant to comfort him, he shared that Maddie had given him some money to figure out his next steps. You questioned him, pestered him, trying to keep him from doing something irrational. By the end of the conversation, he stormed out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him, leaving you sitting there in tears.

Once Buck hit the road to California, his regret set in. He knew he had to do this for himself, to find himself. His guilt poured in like rainfall. After a couple hours of driving, A few hours into the drive, he pulled into a rest stop with a diner and ordered coffee and pancakes. Without thinking, he dialed your number, desperate to make things right. The two of you talked for over an hour, hashing out everything. You understood his need for a fresh start, but it devastated you that it wouldn’t include you.

When the call ended, both parties felt relieved. You promised to come visit when you finished school and both of you vowed to stay in touch. The vow was never broken. Everyday you hear new thrilling anecdotes of Evans' life. The trashing fire he put out, now that he was a firefighter, or the crazy new fling of the week. Though every time he brings up a new girl you feel your heart pang, you stay happy for him and you're grateful to hear his voice.

After you received your diploma, you wasted no time. With your degree in hand and a mix of nerves and excitement in your chest, you booked the next flight to the City of Angels. Maddie, now living in Los Angeles herself, was the one who gave you Buck’s current address.

You’d thought about this moment for years, imagining how it would feel to see him again. The two of you had kept in touch, but phone calls and texts could only do so much. You wanted to be there in person, to see him in his element, living the life he’d always dreamed of.

When you arrived, standing outside his apartment door, you hesitated. What if things had changed too much? What if the years apart had built walls that even your bond couldn’t break? But before you could overthink it, the door swung open, and there he was—Buck, with his boyish grin and those familiar eyes that held both surprise and joy.

“Y/N?” he said, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Hi, Buck,” you replied, your heart pounding.

Without a second thought, he engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug, sweeping you off the ground and spinning you around like a rag doll. When your feet finally touched the floor, his hands cupped your face, his eyes searching yours.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I missed you so much,” he confessed.

Before you could reply, his excitement took over. “Oh! You have to meet my team! They’re going to love you…” He rambled on about how great they were, how much he’d missed you, and how everyone already knew all about you.

Grabbing your hand, he led you out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. It was crazy—like no time had passed at all. Everything between you felt natural, just as it had before he left.

Buck opened the door of his Jeep, helping you into the passenger seat before rushing around to climb in himself.

“Wait… Are we really going to meet them?” you asked nervously. You’d heard so much about his team, but this was all so sudden.

“Well, I was already on my way to work. This is perfect! Don’t worry—they already know all about you,” he assured you with a grin.

The firehouse was bigger than you’d thought. Buck leads the way with you trailing closely behind him, almost hiding yourself from the fire fighters inside the house.

“HEYYY BUCKAROO!” Echoed through the house, originating from on top of one of the fire engines.

“Hey Chim! Look- I brought someone!” Buck chirped.

“You brought someone?” Spoke a man who had walked out of the locker room. From all the pictures that Buck sent of his new LA family, you were pretty sure this was Eddie. Now standing in the middle of the fire house, Buck tugged on your arm pulling you out in front of him. You are now face to face with three members of Evans team. Chim, who was on top of the Engine, climbs his way down standing next to Eddie.

“Guys, this is Y/N!” Buck exclaims, acting as if this was an elementary show and tell.

“Wait, the Y/N?” A woman you “knew” as Hen questioned.

“Like Pennsylvania Y/N?” Eddie followed up.

“That's me.” You reply sheepishly, giving them a small wave.

“It is very nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Bobby” The older of the four introduced himself, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

“Captain Nash, right?” You question, shaking his hand softly. In return, he nods with a sweet smile.

You shuffle back, finding your place next Buck, whose beaming smile never left his face. He loops an arm around your waist, giving you a reassuring nod. Buck announces he is gonna give you the “grand tour” of the fire house. He clasps your hand with his as he pulls you off upstairs.

Hen, Chim and Eddie lounged across the couch, subtling watching you and Buck. Your elbows rest on the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of water Buck poured for you. His mouth is talking a mile a minute, subconsciously always keeping a hand on you. The other firefighters watch Buck, noting his eyes gleaming with awe. Buck sweeps his large hand across your forehead sweeping a strand of hair out from your face.

“I missed you” He whispers as he pulls you in for a hug.

“I missed you too—” You began to respond before you got rudely interrupted by the piercing sound of the alarm.

“Hey, you can go back to my place or hangout here. Whatever you want, mkay? I gotta go, but I'll see you too.” He quickly explains releasing you from the hug, placing a soft kiss against the top of your head. You didn't even have time to respond before he ran away with a grin. He shoots down the firepole meeting the rest of the team for departure. Overlooking from the banister, you watch him in action. The engine pulls out, sirens blazing. Now you are left all alone.

After a minute, you decided to call an uber back to Buck’s place. Only one problem, you couldn't find your phone. You retraced all your steps and still couldn’t find it. Ten minutes later is when you realize your phone was left back at Buck's apartment. You didn't want to take Buck's car and overstep, so your only option left was to hang around until the 118 got back.

A couple hours later, the truck pulls back into the bay. You watch the team file off the truck, shedding their heavy gear and recapping about the recent call. After a minute you spot Buck and his group.

“So, what's with you and Y/N?” Hen asks.

“What do you mean?” He hums, tossing his jacket over his shoulder.

“You’re like attached by the hip!” Chim jokes.

“You guys together?” Eddie pesters nudging Bucks shoulder.

“Huh? What? Nonono, she has been my best friend since forever! Like a second sister!” He defends himself. That felt like a kick to your gut. Suddenly, your stomach swirled with lost hope. A gloss film spread across your eyes, but you tilted your head up to rid the tears.

After the team put all their stuff away, Buck spots you in a similar spot to where he left you. He gestures you to make your way down to him. You sluggishly trot down the stairs, approaching him.

“I thought you woulda left.”

“I forgot my phone back at your place, I wanted to call an uber.”

“You could have taken my car! But m’sorry, I hope you were able to entertain yourself.”

“It was no problem.” You shrugged.

“You good “Y/NN?” He questioned, voice laced with concern.

In return, you nod offering your best smile. “Just jetlagged.” You lied.

“Here i'll get you an uber. I'm on call for a few more hours and I'll be home ASAP.” He smiled, opening the app on his phone.

You sprawled out against Bucks couch, flicking through the channels on tv. But you are too lost in your head to decide on a show. Not only did you realize your feelings for Buck but how could you have been so foolish to think he thought of you that day? He is a jacked firefighter with all the gorgeous LA girls at his disposal. You were just next door neighbor Y/N.

Buck arrives back at the apartment a few hours later, exhausted but grinning when he sees you sprawled on the couch.

“Y/N, you here?” he calls out, dropping his bag by the door.

“Yeah, on the couch.,” you reply, sitting up, though your voice lacks its usual spark.

He notices. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You hesitate, but the events of the day are still fresh. He tosses a pillow off the couch, making room for himself, plopping down next to you. Finally, you blurt out, “Why did you say that to them?”

Buck freezes, confused. “Say what?”

“That I’m like a second sister to you,” you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

Buck’s brows knit together. “Because that’s what you are! What’s wrong with that?”

The emotional dam breaks. “Because I’m not your sister, Buck! I flew across the country to be here—to be with you. Do you even realize how much you mean to me? And to hear you say that…” You trail off, your voice cracking.

He steps closer, his voice softening. “Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. I just—”

“You just don’t see me the way I see you,” you cut him off, tears threatening to spill. “And that’s fine, Buck. But I can’t keep pretending this is enough.”

Buck’s jaw tightens, and his frustration rises. “You think I don’t care about you? I care about you more than anything—maybe too much. That’s why I said it, okay? Because if I lose you, I don’t know what I’d do!”

His words hit you like a freight train, and the room goes silent except for your uneven breathing.

“Then stop saying things like that,” you whisper.

Buck stares at you, his chest heaving. “You have no idea how hard it was to be that far away from you. And now to be this close to you and not—”

“Not what?” you challenge, stepping closer.

His restraint snaps. “This,” he whispers, and in one fluid motion, he cups your face and crashes his lips against yours.

The kiss is searing, all pent-up frustration and years of unspoken feelings spilling over. Your hands tangle in his hair as you pull him closer, melting into him as though the world outside doesn’t exist.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, his forehead resting against yours, the only sound being you struggling to catch your breath.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N. It killed me to leave you.” he admits, his voice hoarse.

Your heart swells, and a small smile tugs at your lips. “Took you long enough to say it Buckley.”

He pulls you into another hug, his strong arms wrapping around you tightly like he’s afraid to let go. “So…does this mean you’re not leaving anytime soon?”

“Not unless you want me to,” you tease, your voice lighter now.

Buck leans back, his eyes meeting yours. “I don’t want you to go. Ever.”

“You’re stuck with me, Buck,” you murmur, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair.

[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2

summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 1.3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking ✨respectively✨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)

a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?¿??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time ✨

Not beta'd. Written on my phone and edited via gdocs. Post formatted on mobile because I don't wanna use my work computer lmao

Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?

Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.

But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?

Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the time– which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.

Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the jury– Blind Al– is still out on recess.

Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.

Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.

A boy can dream.

It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizes– AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.

And smile. And lips. And–

It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.

Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.

But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.

Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.

Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'

Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesn’t miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy. 

Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.

Oh God did he say that out loud?

"Wade?"

Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick. 

"Wade."

Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth. 

Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.

Wade swears he's blushing. 

Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.

Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.

"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.

"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.

"Gah– get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.

"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."

Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"

"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."

Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.

"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"

Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom. 

"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,” Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it. 

Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.

Good thing he's ambidextrous.

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

girl dad Raphael ends my life

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He's not unaware of the intense gaze on him. He's ignoring it until his little admirer decides what she wants to say. She's patient, he'll give her that, but in the end she's a child and he has lived for nearly two millenia. He will outlast her. He will -

"You are staring, daughter."

Or not. His blasted curiosity gets the better of him. He has folded his hand in this silent game. He has been bested by this beast of his own creation, and from the way she giggles, she knows it.

"Yes I am, father," she admits, brazen as a bull.

"Would you care to tell me why?"

The creature's mother, lounging on a chaise across the room, hides a smile behind the pages of the novel she's reading. Clearly she finds this amusing. Later, he swears, he will show her something he finds amusing.

"Well, I was just thinking..." says the child, resting her chin on her hands. It still shocks him how small they are. Even fully spread, her fingers don't cover the span of his own palms. Looking at her hands stirs his protective instincts, fatherly instincts he didn't believe he possessed until she came crashing into his life. "Your horns are really nice and pretty but I think they would look even nicer if I put some gems and ribbons on them."

His wife disguises her laughter as a cough. Wretch. He raises a brow at his daughter, otherwise keeping his face neutral as possible.

"My horns are pretty, you say?"

She nods emphatically, kicking her feet. "Yep! They're so big and spirally and spikey. I hope mine look like that when I grow up."

He bites his forked tongue to stem the flow of pride and happiness he experiences. Despite his verbose inclinations, his knowledge of a hundred languages both young and old, he can't describe what it's like to be given such free and unconditional love like that; true to his nature, he hoards it greedily, adding to the ever-growing list in the recesses of his rotten soul of the terrible things he would do to keep this child safe and happy. He is the apple of her eye, and he will raze the Hells themselves to stay that way. Of course, she doesn't need to know any of this, not yet, so instead he fixes her with a placid look and says:

"So, what do we do when we have a theory?"

"Test it!" She shrieks, delighted, and hops off her seat to run to her room and grab her things.

"No running in the house!" He barks after her. There shan't be a repeat of the great statue-collapsing-incident, thank you very much. Tav's expression when she looks at him warms the coals of desire in his belly. He leans back in his seat and preens. When his daughter returns, her arms full of jewellery and ribbons (of course he spoils her; no child of his will want for anything) he lets her - just this once, mind - sit on his desk, obediently lowering his head so she can decorate his crown of horns as she sees fit.

Her theory, in his opinion, is proven correct: he looks fantastic.

[ruegoreos]

Hello! I keep coming back to this thought, but I don't know what to do with it...William Tell with a lower back tattoo. What is it, and why is it in such a traditionally erotic place? Did he get it while he was drunk? Is he embarrassed about it? Is it (hopefully) better than the ones we've seen in the movie? I have more questions than answers here; send help!

AHHHHHHHHH!

i loooooove this idea so much! i die over lower back tattoos, they're just so nnghhhhhhh so imagining WILLIAM with one literally had me ascending!!! your brain is filled with so many great ideas, i love them!

hope this satisfies your ask, adiann💕💕

WARNINGS: cursing, nakedness, mentions and minor descriptions of William and reader engaging in sexual acts, tattoos, mention of military

GUARDIAN ANGEL

Williams hips had finally stilled as he came inside you, fast and hot. His face had been tucked beneath your chin, lips gently latched onto your jaw, panting hot and wet breaths against your own sweaty skin.

You've had a lot of one night stands and hookups with friends, but nobody came close to how William could pleasure and satisfy you like it was his sole purpose in life.

Now you laid on your back, relishing in the post orgasmic bliss that was sprawling out across the cool sheets and cold pillow William had brought for you, somewhere tucked away in his closet.

He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, back hunched over. His tanned skin was still glistening with sweat, his straight silver hair hung across his forehead. His toned back rose and fell with every deep breath he took, his shoulders-littered with reddened scratches down to the middle of his spine, flexed. Your eyes danced across the tattoos scattered across his back.

"I trust my life to Providence,

I trust my soul to Grace."

You had asked about them one time, but William had promptly told you they didn't matter. He was quick to brush them off. After seeing his shoulder tattoo, the one of the crossing American flag poles, you learned better than to question them. He had been in the army, right? Maybe they had something to do with-

Your breath caught in your throat with a quiet yet definitely audible gasp. William must have heard it too, because he quickly turned around, dark eyes immediately scanning up your naked body, as if assessing for damage. "What?" He mumbles, turning on the bed so he's facing you. "You alright?"

"Turn back around!" You demanded eagerly, eyes wide with curiosity. The center of Williams brows creased as he slowly turned back around, arms up and hands beside his head in a form of surrender. "Baby, what?" He chuckled dryly, clearly more confused than amused.

Kicking the sheet off you, you scramble onto your knees, propping yourself up behind William. Your hands rest on his muscled shoulder blades, your eyes raking down his scarred back until they reached the natural dip in his lower back. Right there, resting along the curve of his ass, was ink. A tattoo.

"Baby, c'mon, what?" You ignore him as you take in the ink along his lower back, which stretched along the swell of his ass. In dark black ink, right in the dip of his back, was a pair of angels wings. They were very detailed, every feather accounted for with textures strokes. Whoever did this took their time, and got paid a lot of money.

"Angel wings?" You giggle out, brushing your fingertips along the tattoo. With a knee jerk reaction, Williams back arches out, his entire body jumping at the soft touch, the ghost contact. You can only tear your eyes off the erotic tattoo to peer over his shoulder, examining his face.

Even with his beautifully perfect tan skin, you could see the red dust climbing from his navel, up his thick corded neck, and blossoming over the apple of his cheeks. His long lashes fluttered as he blinked rapidly, seemingly caught of guard by your discovery. He hadn't expected you to care enough to notice them, how stupid of him.

"Yeah." He muttered, trying to regain some semblance of self confidence. He put his arms down, his hands resting on his thighs as he straightens out his back, rolling his shoulders back. You watch the muscles in his shoulders flex, which normally would make you drool, but now you're fixated on his tattoo.

"How did these happen?" You tease, wiggling your fingers against his ribcage. William grumbles softly, gently nudging you away with his elbow. "They don't matter." Groaning dramatically, you rest your chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek with your nose. Your hands don't leave his back though.

"Yes, they do." You insist. "You're blushing, so obviously they have a fun story." William sighs, slicking his still damp hair back with his hand. He stared at the ground, cheeks still red. You pull back to stare at them again, tracing your fingers across the ink.

"Is it because your ass is heavenly?" William nearly snaps his neck with how fast he turned his head, brows so low they nearly covered his eyes if they weren't so round. His cheeks flushed deeper. You had to admit, seeing the stoic and controlled William now flustered and embarrassed was amusing.

"Don't fucking say that." He hissed, but with no true malice. He clenched his jaw and shakes his head again. "They don't matter, baby, alright? It was on a whim when I was with someone-"

"An old lover?" You gasp dramatically, eyes widening as you folded your legs, grinning wildly. William rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "No, not with with someone, just...with them."

You keep staring at the tattoo, lost in the erocity of the placement and how you'd never seen it. Your fingers felt rooted to the ink, drawing in like you wanted to swim in the lines of it. "Uh-huh.." The noise leaves your lips in a breath, and William sighs.

"He called me his guardian angel, so being young and stupid I-"

"Got angel wings on your lower back? Not your shoulders or wrist?"

"Let me finish. They're on my lower back because-"

"Your ass is heavenly?"

William glared at you again, nostrils flaring. You giggled and buried your face against his warm shoulder, biting your lower lip between your teeth to muffle your laughter. "You don't have to tell me, it's okay."

He exhales slowly and deeply. Relief? Slouching back into your touch, William remains quiet as he stares at the wall. You kissed the nape of his neck, unable to stop the smile from forming on your lips.

"You don't have to tell me, I promise. It's your life, your business...besides we both know its really because your ass-"

"Fuck off, baby."

[twisted-confessions]

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Hope not late! 25 , 5 and 28👀👀

Nope not late at all!!

25. Which character(s) would you actively avoid? Personally, you would not see me anywhere near Vil, Rook or Sebek.

I can appreciate Vil's efforts to have people more self-confident in their own image however I absolutely despise how forceful he goes about it, especially with Epel and the dance troupe. If I EVER caught him trying to change parts of myself that I'm proud of (my australian accent, my nerdy sense of fashion, etc.) it would be ON SIGHT- (Can you tell I'm still not over Book 5?)

For Rook, i can say I..... respect his dedication and loyalty to his beliefs. However? That man... he scares me... Also, i'm still extremely salty over the VDC/SDC results WE SHOULD HAVE WON THAT AND WE LOST TO THE TWST EQUIVILANT OF BABY SHARK- Rook, i don't care about your reasonings for why we weren't at our best, I've seen the video performance AND THE NRC TRIBE FUCKING NAILED IT!!!

And then our croccy boi- Now don't get me wrong, I do love Sebek as a member of the first year gang of idiots. I also don't know a lot about him personally since I've only known him in events and havent started Book 7 yet. From what I have seen, he does annoy me a lot with his blatant disregard and disrespect to anyone who isn't Malleus or Lilia. His ego and his racism also really piss me off and make me wanna slap some sense into him. I understand it comes from a place of self-loathing but dude, PLEASE read the room for once and not screech our ears off. I'm certain that I would eventually befriend him but if we actually met face to face, it would be a miracle for me to not punch him 1 minute after his insults.

5. If you could have any unique magic / signature spell in the game, which would you choose and why?

Ooooh I've never thought about that until now actually. Personally, i would want something that would be useful and practical both in a day to day life or in a fight since I'm not very physically strong. Going with that idea, i'd more than likely pick either Split Card or Paint The Roses/Doodle Suit. Multiple me's to help me do chores around the house or distract someone in a fight? YES PLEASE!! I also have a lot of sensory issues so I feel like Paint the Roses would really help me eat the things i need to or make a certain texture that feels funny to me turn comfortable. We've also seen how useful it can be in a fight during Riddle's Overblot when Trey turned the rosebush into cards and saved us.

If just for fun though, I'd love to try out any of Savanaclaw's UM's/SS's. Now THAT would be chaotic heheh.

28. What is the TWST related content that you've produced that you are most proud of?

I personally really love my HTTYD x TWST fic that i've been writing. Knowing myself, I probably wont ever finish/post it so I'll have what I've written linked here for anyone who's interested in my favourite brainworm lol. Bella is a very special oc near and dear to my heart as she's the first one that I've enjoyed writing for since being kicked out of home over a year ago. She gave me back my creativity and I couldn't be more thankful for it.

Right now, I've even been imagine a Fairly OddParents x TWST fic in my head which I think would be a BLAST to write, where my Twisted version of Timmy Turner (a girl called Izzy) would use their rule free wish to be a part of Wanda, Cosmo and Poof/Peri's family as their bio daughter when they're no longer her godparents and becomes a half-fairy hybrid in the process. The idea of a "magicless" girl at NRC who out of nowhere suddenly can not only make but GRANT wishes that bend the laws of reality around her is absolutely hilarious to me. Haha take that you pricks, you thought I was weak? BOOM you're a hedgehog, now you really are a prick. Rewatching FOP and seeing how Timmy can be such a menace/pos really makes me think he would fit in GREAT amongst NRC lol.

I'm also really proud of the Card edits I've done for other people where I turn their OC's into different rated cards so it looks like it's from the game. Seeing all the different kinds of OC's and hearing about their characters is so amazing.

Feel free to send in any more asks or questions!! I love interacting with the Twst Community <3

[acaplaya-musings]

A random selection of old VoicePlay live performances

I had vaguely considered making separate posts for each of these, but eh, let's just throw em in together.

Want something to help entertain yourself while you wait for any new VoicePlay/Geoff content? Well here's a small selection of live show recordings that I stumbed across over the past month or two! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

4:2:Five - Frankie Valli Four Seasons Medley

This one isn't technically VoicePlay - it's pre-VoicePlay! Aka the group under their former name, 4:2:Five. Apparently this was for some "Celebrity Cruises, CLIA award dinner" (just based on the first couple seconds of the video), all the way back in 2010! So we have Geoff, Layne, and Earl all looking very young (baby Geoff! 💜), and then they're also joined by former members Danny Alan and Ryan Reed (shoutout to one of the Patrons in the Discord server for identifying them for me!)

I knew every song here, and I loved both the singing and the bits of choreography, but the first time I watched this it took me an embarrassing amount of time to fully realize that "oh wait this isn't actually acapella" 😅😂

VoicePlay - Boy Band Medley (Acapella) (from 2013)

Last month (back in December) I happened to hear What Makes You Beautiful by 1D on the car radio. My first thought was "god this song must be over 10 years old now" (correct - it's 13 years old), but my second thought was thinking that VoicePlay would be great at covering the song. I said this in the Geoff's Patrons Discord server, and someone else was like "they have covered it", and of course I was like "link???"

I still think a cover of "What Makes You Beautiful" done by the current lineup now would be amazing (with either Omar or Anthony as the collaborator maybe?), but this was definitely fun as well! Honestly it's kinda fun to go into a medley like this, not knowing for sure what songs are gonna be used, and so you have like one or two seconds of uncertainty when a new song starts, and then it clicks and you're like "oh my goodness"

If you're reading this without watching the video and you're being like "what do you mean you weren't sure about the song lineup? Isn't it just more or less the same as their 2019 boy band medley?" Nope, there's only three songs here that also make it to their Boy Bands In 5 Minutes video (also the 1D song they replaced WMYB with, Best Song Ever, hadn't even been released yet when this live performance was done! As it came out in July 2013, while this was January 2013).

As I watched this video, I quickly realized that if I had somehow known about VoicePlay in this early era (and had been like 2 or 3 years older than what I actually was in 2013), Geoff wouldn't have been the one who would draw my eye the most… I would've been giving most of my attention to Tony 😅 (what can I say - he can dance and he looks great in eyeliner)

Kinda amusing to see that apparently the joke about Geoff being "old" has been going on even since his short-hair days.

'WOW HITS' VoicePlay on The Sing-Off Tour 2015

When I asked for the link to the previous video, this video ended up being shared in the chat soon after as well, and I was like "alright sure, might as well watch it", and yeah it's pretty great 😄 (And also Utterly Ridiculous)

Was so blown away by getting a Layne rap section that I kinda hadn't fully processed what song it was, and so the drop into the "chorus" with the background choreo movements from the other four guys fully kicked me in the face 🤣

I wasn't fully familiar with every song here like I was for the previous two medleys (never heard of "Drunk On A Plane" before in my life), but hey, it's still overall a good time (even if I feel like I'm missing a bit of context with the "WOW album thing, lol)

Voiceplay - Oogie Boogie Song Live 12-20-19

This one was also shared in the VP Discord server back in December last year, though the original video of course comes from 2019, and it's a live Disneyworld performance! (I think)

Look, if you're a big VP fan like me, then you likely know Oogie Boogie's Song off by heart. And if you watch as many reaction channels as I do, then you perhaps may even know it inside out and backwards. But this video is still worth a watch in my opinion! (Though note that the audio is a little iffy, and there's a bit of a feedback noise when Geoff goes for the E1 sub)

I've mentioned this back in my Voiceplay Visuals post I did for Oogie Boogie's Song, but basically that video is one of the few videos where my brain struggles to fully comprehend Geoff as "Geoff". It's hard to explain. I still know it's him, obviously, and it's not like a Song Of Durin situation or a Hide And Seek situation, but with the heavy face makeup and the costuming and the in-character theatrics and all, he's very much being a different person (or, well, Boogey Man, I suppose).

All of ⬆️ the above point to say that this video is honestly really something! Like seeing Geoff looking like his regular self (no costuming or face paint), but with him still acting in-character and just looking like he's having a good time? Man it's almost too much for me to handle, I love him so much <3

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Here’s just some Croods/Dawn of the Croods and Flintstones quotes for this au

Marinette: With every sun comes a new day. A new beginning. A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday. But not for me. My name is Marinette. And this is my family, the Dupain-Chengd. If you weren't clued in already by the animal skins and sloping foreheads, we're cavemen. Most days we spend in our cave, in the dark. Night after night, day after day. Yep, home sweet home. When we did go out, we struggled to find food in a harsh and hostile world. And I struggled to survive my family. We were the last ones around. There used to be neighbors. Uh, the Hapréles, smashed by a mammoth. The Kantés, swallowed by a sand snake. The Kurtzbergs, mosquito bite. Couffaines, common cold. And the Dupain-Chengs, that's us. The Dupain-Chengd made it, because of my dad. He was strong, and he followed the rules. The ones painted on the cave walls. Anything new is bad. Curiosity is bad. Going out at night is bad. Basically, anything fun is bad. Welcome to my world! But this is a story about how all that changed in an instant. Because what we didn't know was that our world was about to come to an end. And there were no rules on our cave walls to prepare us for that.

—

Adrien: Chloé, we're ready to leave. Chloé?

*Silence, Marinette looks hopeful*

Chloé: Still alive!

Marinette: It's still early.

Chloé: And you're still ugly!

—

Adrien: Okay, now you can look.

Marinette: *looks down at her shoes and screams in panic and excitement* AAAHHH! I LOVE them! Where are my feet?!

Adrien: They're still there!

—

Adrien: Don't do that! He will cut you! That's not food, he's a pet! My pet!

Kim: What's a "pet"?

Adrien: An animal you don't eat!

Kim: Ha! We call that "Marc". *Points to Marc chewing on a rock*

—

Alix: I almost feel sorry for him.

*Kim falls down and gets run over by the boulder*

Alix: Oh-hohoho, no, I don't!

—

Kim: Hey, everyone, you'll never guess what I just- *gets attacked by the others*

Juleka: Sorry, Kim. We thought you were a predator trying to kill us.

Kim: Never apologize for an effective kill circle.

—

Alix: *To her staff* Come on stabby! Time to get stabbing!

—

Max: No, no. It's "Fire".

Rose: Where did it come from?

Kim: *lovingly* He made it.

Alix: *Shakes Max* Make some for me!

Kim: It doesn't come out of him.

Alix: Make! MAKE IT!! *accidentally crunches Max’s back and drops him*

Kim: Oh, great! Now he's broken!

—

*As they’re hunting*

Kim: RELEASE MARC!

*Ivan lets go of Marc, and he runs on his hands and feet after a prehistoric animal*

—

Jean: I thought cave people died off years ago.

—

Ivan: It's not just punch monkeys. It-it's kick monkeys, headbutt monkeys, low-blow monkeys, bite monkeys, ab-tight monkeys, shoulders that punch, tails that crunch, tail-stranglers, strange danglers, fang manglers, mouth breathers, brain squeezers, and a dude with... weird eyes!

—

Myléne: You know, Kim, I hear that eating too much red meat is bad for you.

Kim: What a load of bunk! My father ate it every day of his life and he lived to the ripe old age of thirty-eight.

—

*Years back, Alyssa and Penny adopt their five-year-old son, Marc*

Alyssa: Does he have a name?

Mme. Mendeleiev: Marr-Marr.

Alyssa: … Is that short for something?

Mme. Mendeleiev: Marr-Marr-Marr. But, for simplicity, Marc. You're going to have to take it slowly with this one. He doesn't speak yet and is a little skittish around humans, but, then again, I would be too if I'd been raised by wild saber tooth tigers. Hahaha!

Penny: Saber tooth tigers?

Mme. Mendeleiev: Let's not nitpick! A mammal's a mammal.

—

Nino: What can I do? I gotta think of something...

*a thought bubble appears showing Gabriel struggling in the mouth of a Brontosaurus. Nino chuckles*

Nino: Not now… Later.

—

Alya: You used to be such nice people, but now... you're just a couple of rich snobs!

Kim: Better than being a couple of petty ingrates.

Alya: Come on, Nino! We are moving out tonight!

Nino: Hang on, Alya. I forgot to punch out. *punches Kim in the face; he faints*

—

Marc: Before hunters go, Simon just share sad news. Marc not sure how to say this, but… Bustier’s class am dead!

Simon: Uh, that’s “Bustier’s class is dead.”

Marc: Oh, right, that how you say it.

Zoé: No! Not them! I was Chloé’s only friend… Wait, no, I was her sister.

Nino: *Limping over* Guys! Over here! Was sleeping on a bear- It’s a long story- You know, you think you could uh, share some of today’s catch?

Marc: … Uuh… Marc may be asking dumb question, but if Nino dead, how come he standing over there?

—

Nora: Come on, Alya! We're going outside!

Alya: I don't wanna! I'm watching birds. *Points to the window*

Nora: We’re cavemen! We don’t stare at birds. We fight them!

Alya: Let me live my life!

—

Marc: Rose prove she best hunter. Now, she boss of hunt. *Removes the amber stone from over his eye*

Rose: You had two good eyes this whole time? What’s with the eyepatch?

Marc: Eh. Went nice with pelt.

—

Nathaniel: *Drags a giant mosquito into the cave by his teeth*

Alix: Nath? Have you been up all night hunting?

Nathaniel: No! No, no, no. This crawled into my mouth. *Glances at the other dead massive insects he dragged into the cave* … Yeah.

Alix: Okay, we seriously need to talk.

Nathaniel: *Sniffs the air* Can’t! Morning hunt! *Runs out of the cave on his hands and feet, howling*

Nino: What is happening to him?

Alix: He’s been taking his wild side for too long, that’s what.

—

Kim: *Sitting in a tree, muttering* Can’t believe he made me lookout.

Alix: *Sitting on a branch* Shh! Don’t taunt Nath.

Nathaniel: *Snarling, chasing after a mastodon*

—

Rose: You don’t eat friends!

Marc: Agree to disagree.

—

Ivan: Marc bit me!

Max: Then bite him back. Show him who’s the alpha.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Total 2 2000 Tech-House / Minimal Techno / Ambient

I've definitely done this before, but in order to kick off this post, I'm gonna have to rely on prolific electronic music opinion-haver Ishkur at length here, because he and I seem to be completely simpatico when it comes to our thoughts on the mostly bad phenomenon that is tech-house music:

Somehow by incorporating the strengths of both Techno and House, Tech House succeeded in appealing to neither. So the result is something frustratingly banal and monotonous when it really shouldn't be… Tech House straddles the razor-thin tightrope of something that doesn't have enough funky warmth for House yet not enough cold mechanicalism for Techno, so what comes out instead is something stiff, repetitive, and boring. It's such a disappointment, like the last season of Game of Thrones. Tech House had real promise. It could have done great things with the tools it had. And it's something everyone hoped would happen, like feeding Scrabble tiles to a dog to see if it shits out a word. But instead Tech House wasted its potential on pretentious Berlin nightclubs and that aimless, meandering noodlyness that the Brits are fond of, like a 70s prog rock solo that goes on for way too long. Technically interesting but utterly soulless… Tech House can be good. There is honestly good Tech House out there. I've even heard some. But finding it is a Herculian task of Sisyphian anguish in a Kafka-esque, Orwellian realm of Dostoevskian torment. It is possible to load up your music player with nothing but Tech House mixes, hop into your car, and drive to the other end of the continent and back and never hear the same song twice yet never hear an interesting song once. The odds of coming across decent Tech House are worse than needles made of diamonds in a rough full of haystacks.

So, yes, I 100% co-sign every single word of that. Ishkur did not teach me to think this way about tech-house, he just merely put it into words that already happened to mirror my exact thinking on the subject. In a similar way to progressive house—another genre that I don't like all that much—the sounds being made to create tech-house may be interesting and innovative themselves, but the way that those sounds are then combined typically yields something totally listless and often way too steady to be enjoyed. Like Ishkur says, the pieces are literally there to make something dope, but tech-house just seems largely unconcerned with a very crucial aspect of dance songcraft writ large—one that requires a tune to excitedly or satisfyingly grow, progress, and/or change over time.

See, to me, a lot of tech-housers really feel like people who are just cynically making dance music for the sake of it. It's like they heard house and techno and said, "oh, yeah, I can do that. That's easy. It's just looping up the same shit over and over again." And it's, like, "no, motherfucker, that's actually not at all what this is about. You really have no idea, do you?"

But guess what? They're actually not totally wrong here. Tech-house may legitimately be, overall, the most boring form of dance music that I've ever encountered in my life, but there are evidently more than enough people in this world that somehow derive satisfaction from it in order for it to have been able to successfully sustain itself for over two decades now. It's just that the people who enjoy it are like the dance music equivalent of those who, after a long and grueling day of work, like to go home and kick back with a blissful session of Lawnmower Simulator 4 😌.

So here's the second dispatch from Cologne-based label Kompakt's long-running Total series, a turn-of-the-millennium sampler that, despite it having a good deal of unique quirkiness to it, still somehow manages to bore me to absolute tears. Maybe if you've been following me long enough, you remember that I once posted about the first volume of Total, and concluded that the first half was excruciatingly boring, but the second half was fantastic. No such luck here. This is pretty much just that first half of the first Total, but doubled. Most songs start in a way that'll have you thinking, "Oh, yeah, this is pretty cool, this definitely sounds like it could be good," but then Lucy ends up pulling the football each time 😩.

Case in point, M. Mayer's "Amanda," a five-and-a-half-minute song with so much promise and a neat 80s new wave-pop edge to it too. When this thing first starts up, there is no sign that this 80s edge is going to materialize itself in any way, shape, or form, but at a little past the one-minute mark, it starts to lather itself in. And then, as you find out, this early, appetizing moment actually ends up representing the song's entire creative apex! I mean, we still have, like, over 80% of this whole tune to go, but I promise you, not a single interesting thing occurs in its very large remainder. Again, like Ishkur says, it's just so utterly aimless. This song exists because someone made it, but the idea that it has any sort of actual purpose in this universe is really questionable at best.

Like, all of this is just so maddeningly confounding to me. It's like these musicians really do genuinely find themselves on to something each time, and then rather than trying to push further, they decide that they're actually finished and just let whatever half-baked thing they've built ride itself out on an agonizingly long plateau until it thankfully takes a nose-dive off the side of a cliff. It really drives me nuts, because you can hear a possibility of something enjoyably substantive coming to fruition, but it's like there's also this inherently natural aversion to the idea of having to lift more than one finger too; everyone is just so content to glide down the bunny hill, and people are more than willing to vociferously cheer it on. It really makes not a single lick of goddamn sense to me, but there you have it—my tech-house take.

Read more Ishkur.

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[stormyoceans]

hiii monica!!! hope your day is going great :)) i have so many thoughts and feelings about lt and mohkday, i thought it'd be better to tell you than make a post of my own (i feel like most of these things have been said already, but just so i can get em off my mind) hope it's not too much :D - just so much of how the plot being what drives their relationship forward than tropes. we got the 'sharing a bed' and for what! in the end, it dint act as a catalyst in any way. rather, it's the casual intimacy, of day feeling what mohk is wearing, remembering his scent and being able to recognize his touch that invokes the flutters. all of which are basically essential considering day has to rely on his other senses to be able to single out mohk from a crowd. and yet. it's how the touches start to linger, as they gain new meanings. as they begin testing the waters. all while mohk has the most smitten smile (that day doesn't see). - it's their little spontaneous outings, and mohk only selecting the most perfect spots, so day can make the best out of them with his other senses, where his deteriorating vision only feels like a mild inconvenience. a flower market (touch and scent), a bridge with a prominent railing (day can feel his way along), rooftop (you can probably feel the breeze in your face, and it's totally empty, perfect to clear your mind after a rough night). - mohk planting jasmine in HIS house, and bringing the book home to practice??? how do you even come up with the second one? day's reactions when he found out!!! lmao he never stood a chance. (also giggling, kicking his feet, twirling hair day is asdajkdhjf, every expression is. i am.) - the goldfish slippers. if day's at home, he's cozy in them and it's simply the most endearing thing (day is, who am i kidding) - anywhere day has to be and he's pondering out loud, basically about to wave it off with some or the other excuse, 'it's a hassle anyway', mohk will catch on immediately. 'what are you waiting for? i'm here to take you' something about that is just. i know you want to do this and i'm not going to let petty things hold you back - their story develops from their natural day to day interactions. but it's so immersive. seeing mundane gestures gaining magnitude as feelings come to light. someone needs to write a 50k fic is all i'm saying. - the intimacy thing? god where do i even begin. to the bed scene with them covering each other's ears, i saw someone comment 'hope day's walls are thicker' and i haven't been fine since. and if you remember, one of your tags, i guess around the ep 3 dressing room mark, you said something like 'they're gonna touch one naked shoulder and have to go lie in the grass to calm down' and i know the vibe bw those two statements are wildly different but i haven't been able to get it out of my mind. you hit the nail, because it's exactly what's going to happen. it's just SO them. and that's SO. that extent of treasuring one another, the adoration, the pure raw emotion behind finding people in life, that you want to keep forever. it's the finding someone who sees you differently from everyone else, who never takes you for granted, who is elated to be in your company every single time. who above all, makes you feel safe. - everything about them is so. for lack of better words, natural. like second nature. like falling into place. you're so right. they invented romance. and i think no one could've captured it better than jimmysea, cause no one does gentle, comforting, homely like them. but that's just me. -Skate

HIII SKATE HIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

first of all, im both very honored and very grateful that you wanted to share your last twilight thoughts with me!!!!! i do also want to encourage you to post about them if you're comfortable with it because i think fandoms need as many voices that can bring their own uniqueness to it as possible (what you want to say has already been said? maybe, but no one else can tell it quite in the same way that you would), but if you don't feel like it that's perfectly fine and im more than happy to (hopefully) provide a safe space for you and your thoughts!!!!!!

AND SPEAKING OF YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!!! i absolutely agree with you about tropes in last twilight not being used to further mork and day’s relationship. we still have a few of them (the 'there was only one bed' like you said, the 'trip and fall into you', the 'wipe the corner of your mouth') but they blend into the narrative almost seamlessly: they're not the focus of a scene and the flaw of the story doesn't stagnate around them by lingering on how the characters react to the trope. rather, they're used to either give the audience a subtle clue about what those characters are feeling or give more weight to a scene. the simple fact that mork and day are gonna sleep in the same bed carries in itself a certain kind of tension because the viewers recognize the trope and with that recognition come a whole series of expectations which p’aof then proceeds to subvert. if it were any other show, we would have probably had mork offering to sleep on the floor only for day to say it was okay for mork to sleep in the bed as long as he kept his hands for himself, and still they would have somehow ended up cuddling. but the trope is only a set up. p’aof refuses to use it as a plot device and lets his characters build intimacy in a different and much more genuine way: it’s mork giving day the thinner blanket so he won’t be hot and day recognizing mork’s scent on it, it’s mork having a bowl of water and jasmine flowers at the ready to help day relax, it’s day offering mork one of the flowers to smell and getting flustered at the feeling of mork’s breath brushing his fingers…….. it’s just so refreshing to have, on one hand, tropes being used as the framework rather than as the subject of a scene, and on the other, intimacy naturally developing from day to day interactions (again, like you said) without having to rely on said tropes

last twilight is also the proof that you don’t need an intricate plot to make a show interesting: even the most mundane acts like eating a meal or cleaning a fish tank or smelling a flower can gain magnitude and keep the viewers attached to the screen if the director knows what they’re trying to tell. and while i do want jimmysea to explore and be able to portray different genres, i do think this type of story is where they truly thrive. one of the major complaints i still see about vice versa is that the fantasy aspect of the story is put in the background to favor puen and talay making movies with friend credits instead, but to me that’s actually the strength of the show, because, to quote you, “no one does gentle, comforting, homely like them (jimmysea)”. AND GOD DO I AGREE WITH YOU ON THIS. the mundanity of everyday life is often seen as boring but it’s in that quietness that their chemistry shines, giving us one of the most natural and soft kind of intimacy i’ve ever seen portrayed in television. that’s why i would love to see an intimate scene between mork and day but i also pray that we never going to get it because YEAH I REMEMBER THOSE TAGS I WROTE AND I STAND BY THEM. the kind of intimacy jimmysea can bring to the table paired with the intensity that p’aof can put on screen and the depth of emotions that mork and day feel for each other (the vulnerability the understanding the acknowledgment the recognition the seeing the wanting the care the love)??????? I WOULD STRAIGHT UP DIE

ALSO I WOULD SPEND HOURS TALKING ABOUT HOW MORK FELL FIRST AND HARDER AND IS NOW SO LOST IN THE SAUCE HE’S BASICALLY DROWNING IN IT BUT I WOULD PROBABLY END UP GETTING INVOLUNTARY COMMITTED BY THE END OF IT SO IM JUST GONNA POST THIS

IT'S THE WAY MORK IS SO ATTENTIVE WHEN IT COMES TO DAY AND YEAH HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IN GENERAL IS ACTS OF SERVICE BUT BOY SURE TOOK IT TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL. from remembering what day said one time about people reading to him not feeling right and making sure to practice so it would feel more natural, to planting jasmine in his garden to make day feel at home if he ever visited, to finding ways to help day be more independent and places that day can still enjoy through his other senses, mork has already been saying i love you to day in everything he does for him AND I JUST. IM SIMPLY SO NORMAL ABOUT IT. TRULY

[benevolentgodloki]

Who are your top 10 favorite muns to write with and why? If a mun is a multimuse also tell which are your favorite characters to write with and why?

(The order in which you list the people doesn't matter unless you want to assign them specific places.)

Question Master

// Hngh, I hate playing favourites BUT since I actually only write with 12 people now I'm gonna cheat and list them all. Fair warning, my neurodivergent ass is appalling at expressing love but at least you know when I say stuff I mean it. I hope people find me friendly, but I know I'm reclusive and a bit robotic, and it's really hard to break my bubble so I don't get close to more than like 3-4 people. I digress. In no strictly particular order, but a little bit with some closer peeps!

@araedi / @compassofsouls / @minimizexaggrandize Mojitooooo. My love, my male bestie. We've written perfect pairings together across fandoms since all the way back in 2005/2006 when we first started chatting. Mojito is one of the wittiest, kindest, most creative people I know and he can blow your mind with the stories you can share. One of my two fave people to hang out with online and off. He's busy af at the moment in life but he's worth the wait. I love all the muses of his that I write with, but my special faves are his Thor, his Clint, his Scott, and his Geralt. For Loki, ofc. I have faves in Jade and Nate for my pirate boy and X/Theta for my time travelling XI. Why? I'm terrible at explaining. He gets the characterisations spot on and he's willing to explore so much range with his muses.

@forevermuses Linaaaa. My love, my female bestie. You can blame her Stephen for me kicking life back into Loki's blog after I ran rampant on Jack's for a while. Lina's superb. She writes snarky, brilliant characters, delicious plots, and juicy ships. The other of my two best on and offline peeps. Now she's a multimuse I guess I have to pick favourites so it's gonna be Stephen and Peter for Loki and Norrington for Jack but extra bonus love for Sylvie and I'm excited to write more with Sherlock and Theo. Shallow reason really for why they're my favourites but Stephen and Norrington are amazing for ships and Peter is all round hilarious. She writes him with no shame.

@kissedbymischief Trish is a sweetheart with great taste in muses :U Thoroughly recommend for indulging in magical muse exploration, gratuitous abuse of Google Translate, fandom squeeing, and splurging (ahem) out some quality smut. Super friendly mun, quality content.

@stxrksarc / @mxtalwings Archer/Iron Mun does one of the best characterisations of Tony I've ever seen and I'm loving terrorising Sam as Lokitty. Archer is a wicked funny and giving dude, open to a variety of ideas and brings so much to the table; also admirably takes no shit (a semi-colon just for him <3). Epic gif content as well as dash entertainment. Hoping life gives him a break soon!

@paragonrising / @shorndivinity Smaugieeeee. Love, love Smaugie. Friendly mun who writes a badass Carol and Sif that have Loki absolutely smitten, even if he's not revealed it yet. Quality person and writer who I can chat all sorts with especially D&D and video games. If epic plots and novella posts are your bag, very much recommend! I love her for also being forgiving that my replies are usually so smol XD

@antvnger @blindbastard @brooklynbred @cordeliabarton @mischieftomake @sonofirishseas @the-mjolnir-owner

Honourable mentions to all these lovely muns who I have fewer threads with but am enjoying the stories we're telling when we get chance and love seeing them on the dash. Friendly peeps I recommend! I have a secret no. 13 mun too but I haven't started up things with them yet so keep your eyes peeled :P

[waywardwhispersblaze]

Great post! I hope you don't mind me going slightly off tangent, but it helped me sort my thoughts on something I've been wondering about, which is "what was Caitlyn gonna do if the Noxians and her hadn't tracked Warwick down at the commune? Would she have betrayed Ambessa on her own?"

I've done a lot of back and forth on this, but ultimately I don't think Caitlyn was concretely planning to betray Ambessa before meeting Vi. She might have, eventually, probably too late. Because as you say, "Caitlyn is complicit in bad things that hurt people because she believes they're for their own good"

That's the breadcrumb of her arc. She thinks, genuinely, not without reason, that catching Jinx will ultimately save lives, that it will benefit everyone. She's convinced she's in the right. And she believes it will make everything else worth it.

Just like her scenes in ep4, with Maddie, then Ambessa, tell us. She knows things are going too far in Zaun. She makes it clear she regrets it, then outright tells Ambessa she doesn't like it, but she still doesn't quit. She can't, "not without Jinx".

And there's the scene of her and Ambessa training in Noxian outfits before that (that's... not the character design of someone who has gotten their shit back together yet). I know some people have pointed out that Caitlyn attacking Ambessa from behind was a sign that she intended to betray her, but... I think what this scene tells us is that at that point, Caitlyn was still learning from Ambessa. She didn't trust Ambessa, never did, but she thought their relationship could be of use to her. There's a bit of arrogance in that thinking - she thought she was in control, that she could get out whenever she chose. She lost sight of the bigger picture there - that the damage caused to Zaun wasn't - yet - the reason to stop.

So why is the meeting with Vi around the commune the breaking point? I mean, sure, it's Vi, and here's a family member that hasn't killed her mom that she can help, but I think, more simply, that it's because it's about an innocent man.

The beast Ambessa wants is a man undergoing a healing process to restore his consciousness, to have a second chance at life with his family... and Caitlyn knows it wouldn't stop Ambessa. She would ruin this man's life without a second thought, she would sabotage his healing, burn the commune if she had to, to get what she wants.

And Caitlyn can't justify that to herself with "it's for the greater good". She never could have, because that's just not the sort of person she is, at her core. And she can't look Vi in the eye and believe it even for a second. She was getting there before, but I think this is really the moment where she starts feeling like herself again. That's what kicks Caitlyn into action, and why she decides to help Vi (... besides being a simp).

It's the first step toward "redemption" (for lack of a better word), but she doesn't really have time to think about ~~ everything else she's done ~~ until it hits her in the head, when she sees Jinx and Vi reunite, and when she sees Vi nearly die for her. That's probably a profound shock to her, and it leaves her reckoning with everything all at once.

Now that a lot of the dumbass discourse cloud has died down - or maybe I've just blocked the right people - I just want to articulate a bugbear of mine about a lot of S2 Caitlyn takes more specifically:

Caitlyn does not lose sight of her protective impulses, or impulses towards fairness and justice, for Zaun, during her peak cape era. Nor does she, having taken her first hit this painful, simply disregard or forget her compassion for Zaunites. These traits are as strong or maybe stronger than they were in S1.

That's the whole point.

She still believes she is acting in everyone's best interest. She believes the end justifies these means for everyone. She believes doing this is better for Zaun and Piltover.

This is a really important distinction. She isn't lashing out in a Hulk Rage at Jinx's hometown; she is doing this stuff because she thinks these means are justified by the ends. For everyone.

The reason the difference matters is because this is a really confrontational and difficult thing to grapple with as a viewer, but it's an important thing exactly for that reason.

Caitlyn is complicit in bad things that hurt people because she believes they're for their own good.

This is a completely human, relatable thing to do - but it makes people really uncomfortable to see it play out, to the point they're not even quite able to look it in the eye.

They want her to be a pettily angry Disney villain because it is simple and clean. We all understand what it's like to lash out in anger, and would recognize it in ourselves again, even if we did it anyway. We can recognize the impulse to be cruel or vengeful for the sake of it whether we are inclined to indulge it or not.

And we can choose not to quite easily - it is after all one of the most important lessons we spend our childhoods learning.

But it is a far more unsettling thing to be told "You can do something terrible even though it feels right, you can do something terrible even though you mean well" - because the natural implication of that is "...You could even be doing it right now".

That doesn't absolve her. There were ways for her to know better than this. She doesn't have any good choices when it comes to the Strike Team stuff, sure - but she does have choices after that point, when the trolley tracks aren't so few, and that's where she falls down.

Her failure then is in not thinking to continuously evaluate her decisions in their own terms, as she goes. In not continuously confronting herself with each individual step and its necessity; in letting herself be led out to sea just because her feet were already wet.

And it is in not being ready to see and hear somebody who can see her trajectory much more clearly from their vantage point than she can from hers.

What she did wrong wasn't losing sight of Zaun's own humanity or simply disregarding it, nothing as easy as that; it was losing sight of the fact she doesn't always have the tools to recognize what actually Serves and Protects that very thing, now, this time, today.

This is a far more valuable story, imho, than the "Oh she stubbed her toe and turned mean :( ".

What are you doing right now just because it was right last time? Because it feels right? Because you're sure it's for their own good?

Are you sure there isn't a way to know better...?

Are you trying to find out?

[nerdlvr]

omg r u getting mean comments bc of requests?? 😨😡

i'm so sorry for that! i just followed u but i kept up with cryptic crush for a while and wanted to keep up with ur 2 new smau works (i'm a sucker for spin-offs and love the haechan smau concept, i love it nasty). i think you're such a great writer altho i haven't checked ur other works yet. i've been obsessed with several smaus and i think yours are one of the best and one of my favs. i have blooming hearts as my next read as well.

since i kept up with several smaus i also know that you're one of the writers who update regularly, and i'm very grateful for that. i personally don't think i can do that if i try to write, and i understand other writers also struggle with that since it's not an easy thing to do. i keep reminding myself that writers here have an entire life outside tumblr with jobs, school, family, etc, but they're also doing this on the side. and some writers regularly deliver works, even answering requests, i think that's awesome af bc ik i could never.

please don't mind them, u can do whatever u want and run your blog however u want.

messages like this have me giggling kicking my feet 😔

thank you babe it means a lot and i’m glad that you enjoy my work (and i hope you continue to enjoy them) honestly the hate means nothing compared to all the love i get seriously i can’t express how thankful i am for all the support on my work it mean the world to me!!!

i’m trying my best and i’m glad people do notice that thank you sending u love and happiness cutie <3333

[orchidyoonkook]

Greetings once again! Wait, I should tell you it’s bubbles 🫧🫧🫧 and a warning for this monstrosity of text that’s coming..

Let me start off by saying that it was great to see that you’ve updated, the wistfulness of To What We Were Before, And All The Things After is enough for me to forget that I might turn into an actual puddle. Let’s just say that this summer has been hitting me hard.

It’s an interesting phenomenon though because I can’t quite place the last time that the fourth of July weekend has been so upbeat and oddly patriotic. The heat has me thinking of moving more north so I won't have a semblance of heat. (lol i can’t handle heat and I’m going out more and the east coast is hitting) Breaking a sweat is normal, but taking some of my soul from the sheer intensity of the heat’s wrath is unprecedented.

I’m planning to go on a roadtrip with a few of my friends later this month. Suffice to say I'm glad to exit the planning stage soon and finally experience it. I saw your pictures of Europe, it looked serene. I’m glad you were able to enjoy yourself and explore. How’s life going for you now? I had a hurdle with work that miraculously worked out, I might build a shrine for the HR team for being on top of it. Needless to say I’m looking forward to the trip taking me away from work.

Ok, now onto the main reason for me sending in this ask. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there’s so much to say about OC, Nel, Adaline, and Jk. First off, Nel leaving kicks a sense of ‘oc really cares, like really cares, what’s going to happen in their relationship cause we see little hiccups now’ , and it just feels like they're both holding on to each other. Oc said it was her first love, her only love, and she’s attached. We’re yet to see Nel’s pov so i'm not going to speculate his side quite yet. The protectiveness and their intimacy, raises doubts, but we’ll see what the future chapters have in store. Oc is in love and is smitten with Nel but is it just rose colored glasses?

Jungkook, on the other hand, is conflicted like no other. He is trying to keep distracted with Adaline, not a great coping mechanism but excusable within some limits. He fell, but can he control it.The whole color banter thing just reinforces lightheartedness, and we’ve yet to see that from Nel. I also get passionate about certain shades of color, not to a point of correcting people but I understand the cute artist moment. (side note, keep those artist nicknames and quips coming; they're increasing the endearingness factor and make me mentally squeal)

I had to read the previous chapters before getting to this one, a common theme I forget connected. Jk really wanted to branch out and while I'm glad he has Oc, he needs a close friend (maybe someone from his past or a new one). Having one genuine friend that you realized you have feelings for and a girlfriend you’d rather do without isn't cutting it. Will he ever be away from his title and father, I don't want to face that answer. I’m going to start looking out for the poor dude as well. I’ve vowed to kick Nel’s butt if things go wrong with Oc mentally. While, sure Jk is more muscular and can take care of himself but I’d look out for him anyway. Seems like he needs it for the future. mentally makes a pillow and blanket fort with light, add calm music and chills with him till he wants to talk

Side note number 2, people face so much because of their background, whether it’s because of fame, wealth or job hierarchy. There’s so much I'm touching but this is on the top of my head at the moment. It's not just who has a lot of it, it's for those without it as well. Background and judgment clouds all on different levels.

I’m filled with enormous joy to find your update, (i’m not on tumblr but I have your notifications on), the platform and writing community is changing more than ever. SO updates like these are gems. I hope you can take a break, deal with an appropriate amount of heat and enjoy your summer!!!

Love,

Bubbles 🫧

BUBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLESSSSSSSSS ♥😭♥😭♥😭

The way i screamed when i got this. Literally one of my coworkers looked at me like "wtf dude" and i didn't know how to explain that i was geeking out over the fact that you'd written.

HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Greetings once again! Wait, I should tell you it’s bubbles 🫧🫧🫧 and a warning for this monstrosity of text that’s coming..

Those are the best ones!

Let me start off by saying that it was great to see that you’ve updated, the wistfulness of To What We Were Before, And All The Things After is enough for me to forget that I might turn into an actual puddle. Let’s just say that this summer has been hitting me hard.

Oh bubbles. I hope things take a turn for the better. I'm sending you all my love and support <333. I'm glad my little story could be a place of comfort for you.

It’s an interesting phenomenon though because I can’t quite place the last time that the fourth of July weekend has been so upbeat and oddly patriotic. The heat has me thinking of moving more north so I won't have a semblance of heat. (lol i can’t handle heat and I’m going out more and the east coast is hitting) Breaking a sweat is normal, but taking some of my soul from the sheer intensity of the heat’s wrath is unprecedented.

I bike to and from work and I live more north than you do and it isn't much better up here. It was pleasant in the Europe tho and they're (where I was) higher than where I live Longitude (latitude???? i can never remember the horizontal one) wise. So maybe Europes the place to be. Or Alaska. Which ever suits you better.

I’m planning to go on a roadtrip with a few of my friends later this month. Suffice to say I'm glad to exit the planning stage soon and finally experience it. I saw your pictures of Europe, it looked serene. I’m glad you were able to enjoy yourself and explore.

OH!!!!!! OMGOMG!!!! I hope you have the BEST time. Road trips are so fun. Make sure to pack extra water tho, cuz cars do be hot under the sun.

and Europe was amazing. I still have so many pics I wanna share. I took about 3800 tho so it's hard to narrow it down 10 per post. and I was trying to do one post per day I was there (17 days!) so if i ever get around to it, ill be posting some more because I did A LOT while I was there.

How’s life going for you now? I had a hurdle with work that miraculously worked out, I might build a shrine for the HR team for being on top of it. Needless to say I’m looking forward to the trip taking me away from work.

Life is actually going well for the first time in about 6 years. My mental health is better than it's been in a while. I'm in a better apartment at a better job. I have a semblance of somewhat financial security. I have my cat. And I just bought a bike so I really cant complain. Life's good.

HELL YEAH. KICK ASS TAKE NAMES HR. I'm glad they were able to do their jobs and actually help you instead of being useless like I'm used to hearing. And again I hope your trip is so amazing!!!

Ok, now onto the main reason for me sending in this ask. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there’s so much to say about OC, Nel, Adaline, and Jk. First off, Nel leaving kicks a sense of ‘oc really cares, like really cares, what’s going to happen in their relationship cause we see little hiccups now’ , and it just feels like they're both holding on to each other. Oc said it was her first love, her only love, and she’s attached. We’re yet to see Nel’s pov so i'm not going to speculate his side quite yet. The protectiveness and their intimacy, raises doubts, but we’ll see what the future chapters have in store. Oc is in love and is smitten with Nel but is it just rose colored glasses?

EEEEEEEEEEEE omgomgomg!!! I'm so excited to dig into this!

OK SO: Nel's arrival and exit are a very big part of the first act of the story, because it creates a lot of firsts for the characters (some one which have yet to be revealed). And I love that it shakes the story up in that way.

They do hold on to one another, they've been each other's for 5 years, and so you kind of just gain that attachment overtime as well. Like. That's your person. You have feelings for them, so of course you're gunna want to hold onto them. But then yes, the protectiveness and the intimacy are a whole other ballpark. And what I like about that is that even if their relationship seems so amazing and 'perfect', it's just another example of how no one is perfect, and every relationship has some degree of compromize and understanding. It's one of my favourite parts of their relationship (when writing it) actually.

I have no comment on your last sentence for fear I will say something I shouldn't.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is conflicted like no other. He is trying to keep distracted with Adaline, not a great coping mechanism but excusable within some limits. He fell, but can he control it.The whole color banter thing just reinforces lightheartedness, and we’ve yet to see that from Nel. I also get passionate about certain shades of color, not to a point of correcting people but I understand the cute artist moment. (side note, keep those artist nicknames and quips coming; they're increasing the endearingness factor and make me mentally squeal)

My poor prince JK is SO conflicted. You're so right. And he's trying so hard. His not so great coping mechanisms i thought were very fitting for his character as he's so inexperienced with what he's feeling that he doesn't quite know how to handle it, and the not knowing is where humans often make mistakes, and therefore learn. It's a brain thing and a human things that i love about him, even tho it isn't a great thing that he's done. But like you've said, it's also excusable within limits.

He did fall, and he's trying to control it. But i think everyone knows what happens when you tamp something down instead of dealing with it. It starts to slip. And that's all I can say on that.

The colour banter thing was so fun to write. It was one of those scenes that just flowed and came so easy to me, because it was just so them. Like of course she's going to push a button, and then he's going to push hers right back, and so on. Because they have that layer of deep friendship that allows them to do so. They have that understanding that while what they're saying may sound mean or rude or whatever. They both know it's all in good fun and not to take any of it to heart, and in the end they feel lighter. I just. love that scene.

I am 1000% the colour corrector type. Not quite to the point Reader takes it. But if someone calls Cobalt blue Cerulean, I'm throwing hands.

(side answer: I will try my best but i make no promises!)

I had to read the previous chapters before getting to this one, a common theme I forget connected. Jk really wanted to branch out and while I'm glad he has Oc, he needs a close friend (maybe someone from his past or a new one). Having one genuine friend that you realized you have feelings for and a girlfriend you’d rather do without isn't cutting it. Will he ever be away from his title and father, I don't want to face that answer. I’m going to start looking out for the poor dude as well. I’ve vowed to kick Nel’s butt if things go wrong with Oc mentally. While, sure Jk is more muscular and can take care of himself but I’d look out for him anyway. Seems like he needs it for the future. mentally makes a pillow and blanket fort with light, add calm music and chills with him till he wants to talk

I should probably reread them at this point too... it's been a while and even as the writer of the story, a little refresher never hurt.

I agree so hard with everything you've said about him needing another friend. To limit your internal group to so few people, imo, is never a great idea. But we also have to remember why it's just OC in the first place.

I dont think his lack of friends is from lack of trying, but moreso that he is still so popular and infuential that people cannot get their heads past that "Prince" in front of his name. And like. Yeah sure there may be a few people that don't give a shit. But then that's the problem as well. If they dont care about him, why would they make themsleves known to him. How would JK know that they're the people who won't take advantage of him. Finding OC that first day was a sheer fluke. It was Yuri, and the greenhouse and OC always having been one for kindness and common ground. And that's what makes it so devestating as well. Becuase will he ever be away from his title or his father? we don't know. But we do know thats how he feels when he's with OC. and it's one of many reasons why he stays friends with OC.

I think I'm going to have to start a Nel Butt Kicking club for all the folks who aren't so fond of him XD.

And i just know that pillowfort and music is appreciated. He needs it and will never admit it. But he'll sit in it and pretend he isn't so at peace.

Side note number 2, people face so much because of their background, whether it’s because of fame, wealth or job hierarchy. There’s so much I'm touching but this is on the top of my head at the moment. It's not just who has a lot of it, it's for those without it as well. Background and judgment clouds all on different levels.

1000000000000% agree. Backgrounds make up so much of who we are and who we will become. They're important. They shape us.

I’m filled with enormous joy to find your update, (i’m not on tumblr but I have your notifications on), the platform and writing community is changing more than ever. SO updates like these are gems. I hope you can take a break, deal with an appropriate amount of heat and enjoy your summer!!!

I will actually sob do not tempt me 😭😭😭. I adore you so much, and that you pop in still just to chat, I literally cannot put it into words. Thank you always always for reading and leaving me such beautiful eletters with your thoughts and life updates. I simply love them.

The writing community has definitely been changing, and it makes me a little sad. The one I'm used to was very different, but I'll still be here trudging along as long as you all will have me.

That's it! You've done it. I will cry. That is a threat. Your words humble me and I am forever grateful for them. Thank you for loving my characters and their story <3.

I wish the same for you!! Enjoy your trip to the fullest! Stay healthy, and im crossing my fingers and toes that you enjoy your summer as well!

Love, Bubbles 🫧

xo - Yoon

[000life-is-meaningless000]

I'm surprised Tumblr hasn't kicked me off yet despite the shit I've been saying ?

I'm not looking to break the TOs just trying to give a fucking message to the world right now I'm going to get Mass reporter for.

I know everybody hates me in the message I give the least I can do is try to give the world some fucking hope.

they're going to look at my messages and things with all dark and destructive and that's not the fucking message.

The message is simple and I'll simplify it even further.

Female supremacy and a matriarch

worship and love your dark side as much as you love your light side

embrace power and supremacy

domination is sacred

uniting is a holy thing

understand it's the World against the rest of the universe

aliens are not your friend

aliens are not really friends with each other either

Symbiosis don't really exist off Earth

unite don't fight

launch crusades on the universe

unite under a sacred oath

Understand the Paranormal

politics are Bullshit, Care about each other

Cult's are fucking worthless and so is Pedophilia

we really need to get rid of all Law's & Order on the Planet.

morality is bullshit blinding and extremely limiting you don't need morality like you don't need laws to be a good person you know right from wrong merely due to Wisdom.

Ethnics are Bullshit

life is meaningless but doesn't have to be, forget not, that our time is limited

Death is not the end

Anime eyes are real 👽 <- Bug Eye's !

the female brain and the female soul is extremely different from the male brain and the male soul & Energy ! - there's a reason why you should be a matriarch cuz the reason why they should be Female supremacy and female domination females can't act like a man and a man can't act like a woman there's limitations in the nature thus power should be put in the right place to maximize survivability the race will become immortal the Clade will become immortal but the individuals will not.

Understand deities are Real and a lot of them are Dick's.

Holy is a Real Thing.

I Hate, Being Rebloged ! - I want to be easily ignorable, but not easily forgetable, I have great things that help the world if you are forgotten you have done nothing.

intelligence is Sacred, And, So is Wisdom !

Don't Go Extinct !

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pottery week 1/6

i attended my first wheel throwing class this past sunday, and it kicked my butt. i went in there without doing any prior research, video watching, and had 0 experience in wheel throwing. i was more nervous about being in a classroom setting in person again after what felt like forever. there are 5 people in the class and one sensei. there's one white guy (outside of our sensei), and 4 asian girls including me LOL.

i should note that i attended a drop in modern dance class on presidents' day with T & S which was pretty out of my comfort zone, but easier because i went with friends. another side note: both T & S went back to their respective countries last week. T just got her citizenship recently, but had to delay her trip to vietnam due to passport issues. S's grandma passed away in taiwan so the trip was under sad circumstances.

similar to dance class, wheel throwing involves a lot of steps. however, dissimilar to modern class, we were unable to practice each step piece by piece. there were about 12 steps to making a cup and the instructor went through them very quickly. he offered hands on assistance to each individual, but by the time we reached the last step, i had already forgotten steps 2-3 lol. some of the other people had experience in pottery already, and i was the least knowledgable one. i had social anxiety when people asked questions my way and i was like idk...

during our first class, we went over kikuneri, a japanese kneading technique and how to throw off the hump, meaning we can make multiple pieces from a single large hump of clay in one sitting. we used a thread to cut our pieces off from the hump. i remember feeling really embarrassed during the independent work time, because i had forgotten the steps and i was unable to make a cup like the others were. i meekly walked up to the instructor and asked if he could demonstrate the steps to me again. the instructor sensed i was stressed and reminded me to have fun. he kindly sent me the notes after class.

although i was really looking forward to ceramics class, i'm now a bit intimidated and felt defeated after my first try. i realized i had grown so accustomed to learning from a screen that i totally blank/feel anxious when i have a live person teaching me. i realized it's actually really helpful to be able to watch recorded videos because you can pause and rewatch as many times as you'd like. the good thing is that with our class membership, we're free to go to the studio anytime to practice. i plan on going there maybe 1-2 additional times per week outside of scheduled class.

furthermore, i was a little too shy to talk to the people in my class. but hopefully i'll come out of my shell a bit more. from the looks of it, i'm the second oldest as the other people look like they're in their 20s. immediately after i came home, i started binge watching youtube videos (florian gadsby, woah) on wheel throwing and put a few books on hold so i can get up to speed. i also purchased an apron to wear in class. wish me luck on the weeks to come lol.

other life updates:

no success on any job searching yet. matt recently interviewed with recruiters out in bakersfield and oceanside. everything about the job seems to be great in bakersfield, besides the location. the oceanside work conditions were meh. we're both willing to live in bakersfield temporarily if he gets a job offer. additionally, there are per diem openings with harbor which matt can interview for. COH had explicitly told matt he didn't make it to the finalists, but that his info will be kept on file. we got ghosted by UCLA and UCI. and USC/la general seems to be stringing us along. hope that they have an answer soon, even if it's a no.

R&T have been our consistent friends. they hangout very casually/LA style where it's slow paced and elongated (as opposed to the NYer friends who are more fast paced and busy). they really treat our place like theirs lol. however, they may be leaving even sooner than september due to the dallas job. it's up in the air currently.

matt had his bottom two wisdom teeth taken out and spent about a week recovering/eating soft foods. he has had infections happening on and off for years and finally got it addressed :( the good thing about this is that finally it's been addressed and he's closer to a healthier weight with a restricted diet

i did early spring cleaning and threw out a lot of shit. we purchased an additional plastic drawer and omg i can access all my clothes more easily now.

my dad, SIL and niece will be going to cambodia late march

we watched american fiction in theaters with R&T. initially felt the film was a little slow and disappointed issa rae had such little screen time, but thought the movie overall was great

i sent my texan aunt a nice little "made in brooklyn" goodies box - with the chocolate room snacks and a candle set from apotheke.

the new MUJI duvet cover and insert have really grown on me and are getting more comfortable by the day

went in for an eye exam at a local place and enjoyed "being part of the city". i ordered sunglasses from warby parker as my vision insurance partially covers frames this year.