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content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader fic warning: looooooooong ass fic yall that's my bed, got carried away, bad google translated spanish actually doing it myself would have been too much work tbh sorry not sorry, minor angst but also overarching feeling of sadness so idk what to tell yall author's note: on my music lyrics as fic titles GRINDDDDDDD
“gods, i’m melting away!” y/n moaned, her face scrunched up and her hand waving near her face in hopes of cooling herself down. leo laughed, looking down at the girl with a rolling of his eyes.
“please, this isn’t even hot! quit whining,” he mused in response, his eyes trained on the town, taking in the new and old buildings.
“i’ll whine as much as i like, valdez. i hate texas,” the girl muttered under her breath.
leo huffed at her jokingly as he shoved his hand into the back pocket of her jean shorts. his eyes then returned to the familiar streets. when the pair had received this quest, leo almost turned it down. the thought of going back to his hometown made him sick. but, y/n was there to calm him down and talk through what he was really scared of. she reasoned with him and promised at the first sign of discomfort they’d leave, failing the quest without a second thought.
“my cousin used to own that shop,” leo mentioned, nodding his head towards the corner bodega. y/n’s eyes shot to it, her eyes lighting up as she turned back to him.
“cold drinks would help with this heat,” she offered, leaving it up to him completely.
“i’ve seen you sit in boiling water, this is not hot to you,” the boy huffed in response but led her towards the store, swinging it’s door open for her. a bell rang above the door, briefly drawing y/n’s eyes.
“you’re right, i’ve definitely felt hotter,” she joked, winking at the boy as she walked past.
leo laughed, following and draping his arm across her waist, muttering things into her ear that should not be repeated. she shoved him off her with a roll of her eyes, reaching up into a freezer and grabbing two jarritos, a lime one for leo and a mandarin one for herself. she pressed the cold glass to her neck, allowing her head to fall back at the feeling. leo shook his head, shooing her towards the counter as he grabbed his wallet and began to pull out some cash. the bell above the door chimed again as leo paid the unfamiliar man, frowning slightly that his cousin wasn’t behind the counter. y/n noticed, her smile slipping slightly too before she reached out to his free hand, tangling her fingers with his. he pressed his lips to her temple before telling the man to keep the change in spanish.
“gracias! que tenga un buen día!” y/n called as they left, the cashier replying similarly with a warm smile. leo reached into one of his cargo pant pockets, producing a bottle opener, opening y/n’s before doing his own. the two continued walking, leo occasionally mentioning a building here and there, but he tended to avoid the topic of his mother. y/n didn’t push, letting him do it in his own time and allowing his fingers to be snugly hooked around her belt loops.
“ah, this is where i completely ate shit and knocked my front tooth loose. me and my friend were racing to see who could get to the end of the block fastest and i forgot about the uneven concrete,” leo told y/n, who giggled at his little anecdote.
“i can see it. a bloody little leo right there,” y/n laughed, holding her fingers out like she was framing a shot. leo shoved her slightly, laughing lightly with her.
“actually, it was more that way-”
“leo?” a voice cut in, warbly and strained.
leo and y/n’s heads instantly turned in the direction of the voice, leo’s hand tightening on y/n’s waist and y/n’s hand gripping leo’s wrist, where she knew a weapon was hidden inside his sleeve. leo’s grip on y/n faltered as his eyes landed on the man, a few years older than the two, maybe in his late 20’s. leo’s body was having a reaction while his brain was trying to play catch up. the man moved closer, struggling to get breath in.
“god, i- we all- oh, leo, you…you’re so big,” the man gasped out, y/n’s eyes trained on her boyfriend. he was pained that he didn’t know this man anymore, the memories lost with the years of abuse from the foster system. y/n squeezed his wrist three times, grounding him slightly before she turned to the man.
“and you are?” she asked, knowing leo wouldn’t, his shame burning brighter than any fire he could produce. the man’s eyes briefly flickered to y/n before returning to leo.
“i’m…i’m mateo. mateo cruz. we- we used to go to school together,” the man, mateo, replied, tears welling in his eyes. y/n turned back to leo, who broke from her and staggered towards the man.
“mateo, h-hey, man. long…long time no see,” leo joked, though it was strained, before pulling mateo into a strong hold, the man replying similarly. y/n watched all this with a small smile, getting what she wanted out of this quest. she could return to camp empty handed and with a smile, knowing leo was healing.
“yeah, no shit,” mateo muttered into leo’s shoulder, both of them laughing. they pulled apart and mateo’s eyes instantly went to y/n, who got distracted by one of the rings on her finger being out of place, surely switched by leo subconsciously.
“right, right. this is y/n, my girlfriend,” leo jumped in, waving the girl over with a huge smile. she presented her hand to mateo, who gave her a pointed look before pulling her into a hug too. y/n chuckled, more than willing to accept.
“tengo que ser honesto, hermano, no pensé que terminarías con una chica tan atractiva,” mateo told leo as he pulled back from y/n. leo’s eyes widened as a blush covered his face, opening his mouth to cut in.
“el tampoco lo creía. pero el amor es algo voluble,” y/n replied, easily, leaving mateo’s jaw dropped. she smirked at the man, who shook his head and pointed at her.
“and here i thought you were just another girl,” he joked and y/n waved him off dismissively.
“he knows how to pick ‘em,” y/n winked, nodding her head towards leo, who wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, the girl squealing and trying to escape his arms. mateo watched this with a warm smile as y/n was returned to the ground, shoving the boy off her and flipping her hair out of her face with a huff.
“how long are you guys in town, leo? i’d love to have lunch or dinner, catch up, ya know,” mateo asked, hopefully, glancing between the pair. leo’s face faltered slightly and y/n was quick to interject with a warm smile.
“we’re here on business, but i can take care of it by myself. leo, go have lunch, make up for lost time,” y/n stated, half-lying. she looked up at leo, who frowned down at her.
“but-”
“i do not need a man to help me with this. i love you, but i can do it without you. it wasn’t an offer, that was an order. i’ll be back in, like, two hours,” y/n cut in, sharing a look with leo that said ‘if i’m not back in two hours, find me.’ leo still wasn’t happy but knew there was no fighting her on this.
“okay, okay. just-…just be safe, y/n. i love you,” leo muttered to her, knowing mateo would be suspicious if he heard too much. y/n smirked up at him, planting a kiss on his lips.
“i’m always safe. eat something good and save me some. it was lovely to meet you, mateo, and when i return i expect baby pictures,” mused y/n as she began walking away, waving at the men before she rounded a corner. leo’s heart clenched as she disappeared from view, a tugging in the pit of his stomach telling him to follow but then mateo gripped his shoulder and pulled leo’s eyes to him.
“c’mon, that really good pizza parlor is still open,” mateo told him, nodding his head towards what leo knew to be the pizza place. leo smiled, quickly falling in step with the man who he used to see more as a brother.
it was only a few blocks away and they made the time fly as they caught up. by the time the pizza was set in front of the guys, leo had learned about mateo’s wife and kids, career, what happened to his parents, and the names of his three cats. leo took a sip from his coke as mateo presented a photo of his kids, his son, edgar, looking like the boy leo used to play in burst open fire hydrants with.
“he’s like your twin,” leo stated and mateo nodded.
“we get that a lot,” he shrugged, returning his wallet to his pocket before moving his eyes back to leo, swallowing thickly, “what about you, leo? i mean- after…everything.”
“well,” leo started, debating on what to say and what not to say. he couldn’t just be like, hey, man, i started the fire that killed my mother because i was my father’s, who is a god by the way, chosen son. oh, and y/n, we met when she saved me and my friends from roman wind demons. one of those friend, by the way, i had fake memories of even being friends with and he was kidnapped and brain wiped. then i built a massive flying ship and sailed through the sky to a place called new rome and got possessed and nearly blew up my girlfriend’s brother. lifes been good. refills still free here or?
“just, uh, a lot of moving from one foster house to another,” leo surmised, shrugging as he lied. mateo frowned slightly, somewhat expecting more.
“is that how you met y/n? is she a foster kid, too?” he questioned and leo hesitated to shake his head. it was an interesting question that he wished she was here to answer.
“uh, no, we met at a summer camp, up in long island,” answered leo, glad the topic moved away from him once more.
“come on, leo. i know when you tell me half-truths. it’s been a long time, but that’s not something you forget,” mateo argued, crossing his arms with a frown. leo hung his head before opening his mouth to reply.
“look, mateo, i want to tell you, i do, but i can’t just-” his words faltered as his brows furrowed and he twisted in his seat, his eyes locking on the door.
“leo, i’m here for you and-” mateo tried only to get cut off.
“shh!”
“excuse me?!” huffed mateo but leo just shooed him again, his eyes still on the doors. then the doors smashed inwards, leo ducking down and glancing at his watch.
“shit,” he muttered, noting that nearly an hour and half had passed and y/n still wasn’t back. he then reached across the table and dragged mateo up and out of the emergency exit of the restaurant, not even looking back to see whatever monster was crashing their quest.
“it- he- lion-” mateo sputtered out, still reeling and the mist was doing little for this situation.
“fuck, you’re joking? a nemean lion over a hair clip?” leo groaned, peeking around a corner before dragging mateo with him as he ran a block away.
“what- what are you even saying?” mateo questioned, shrilly, as he glanced behind them. leo groaned before pulling the man into an alley and grabbing him by his shoulders, forcing the older man to look at him.
“my father is a greek god. it’s why i’ve got adhd; i was built to survive battle, not sit in class. the greek god of fire and mechanics is my dad. that was a nemean lion, which is determined to rip me and y/n into ribbons. y/n’s father is also a greek god, god of the sea. we’re here to collect some stupid hair clip but i just had to let y/n go off on her own and i don’t know even where she is-” leo explained, which quickly dissolved into a rant as his worry for y/n left him radioactive.
“you’re crazy! you’ve gone insane!” mateo shouted, pulling away from leo, who rolled his eyes.
“please, even i’m not creative enough for this.”
“so, i’ve gone insane,” reasoned mateo, gripping his hair in his stress.
“no, mateo-”
“leo! leo! where the hell are you, you lug nut of a boy?!” y/n’s voice called, causing leo’s head to instantly shoot up and look around for y/n. he sprinted out of the alley, leaving mateo with no other choice but to follow, still confused but wanting to be near the boy. he looked up and down the street before catching a glance of y/n, gripping her shoulder and her sword firmly held in her hand. leo’s body tensed and he quickly made his way to her, allowing the girl to sink against his chest. leo pulled her hand back, wincing at the claw marks that easily cut through her tank top and shoulder.
“stupid, stupid girl. i thought i told you to be safe,” leo growled at her, reaching into his pocket, magically producing a water bottle. y/n rolled her eyes at him, her teeth gritted.
“i’d like to see you try and take a nemean lion on by yourself, fire boy,” y/n huffed, her eyes trained on her shoulder as leo poured the water on it. the wound seemed to begin healing itself, not so much as a faint scar left behind.
“i’m asleep. i’m just dreaming. this isn’t real,” mateo muttered as his eyes stayed trained on y/n’s rapidly disappearing wound. y/n’s eyes jolted to him before frowning up at leo.
“why would you-”
“he saw the lion. it was out of my control,” leo justified.
“whatever. i got the hair clip but that lion can’t just be out on the streets,” y/n huffed, pulling the hair clip out of her back pocket and presenting it to leo, who took it with a grimace.
“all this for that measly thing,” he complained and y/n nodded in agreement as she twisted her blade again, pulling it into an up right position.
“don’t let aphrodite hear you say that,” the girl mused, in a sing songy voice and with a tight smile. leo huffed at her, glaring before the lion roared from what could have only been a few streets over.
"you got a plan?" questioned y/n, looking up at leo, who scrunched his face up in thought.
"nah, got nothing, you?" he jokes with a wide smile that told you that he was lying.
"look, i'm not the smart one here. that's your job. where do you want me, cog head?"
"that's a new one," leo mused with a smile before explain his rather lame plan, but a plan none the less. and mateo just stood there, looking between the two like it was an intense tennis match. he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do while they made this big huge mastermind plan, but leo could sense the worry basically oozing off him.
“mateo, stay with y/n or i and you’ll be fine," leo told him, clapping the older boy on the shoulder with a serious look, "preferably with y/n, she's a better fighter than me."
"plus, i've got motive to keep you alive! you still owe me baby pics," you joke, grabbing hold of mateo's wrist and gently leading him towards the alley you were supposed to hide in.
the plan was relatively simple. leo stood in the street and drew the lions attention until it was close enough for y/n to go in for the kill. easy peasy, lemon squeezy. except for the fact that the lion was a tad bit smarter than they gave it credit for and it instantly sought out y/n, despite leo's best efforts to look like a tastey demigod. though, it wasn't all that terrible as y/n burst open an nearby water tank, dousing the lion and blinding it for a few seconds, giving her time to swing her sword with a groan. it burst into glittering ash, fluttering into the air as y/n swatted it away, refusing to breathe it in.
"all good?" leo called, sopping wet but better that than dead. y/n giggled at his state before holding up a thumbs up, shrinking her sword back into a charm on her bracelet before turning to mateo. he was also soaked but he didn't seem to mind so much as he stared at where the lion had been a few seconds ago.
"...are you alright, mateo?" y/n questioned hesitantly, reaching a hand out and setting it against his shoulder softly.
"i- i'm okay but- what the hell is going on??" he hissed out as he felt his shirt rapidly drying, looking down and watching the water seemingly seep from his shirt into the girl's hand, where she waved it away to spalt against the ground.
"i think leo and i have some explaining to do," the girl reasoned as she did a similar process to leo's shirt.
"obviously," mateo bit out before taking a calming breath and looking at the two teens, who looked rather disappointed in themselves, "alright, alright. here's what were gonna do. you two can come home with me and explain all of this. spend a night or two or however many nights it takes to explain all of this. c'mon, it's this way."
it was a long walk but the trio filled it with plenty of explanation from y/n and leo. mateo promised to hold a open mind and he truly was trying his best, asking logical questions and really trying to understand. by the time they got to mateo's house, he was using 'gods' instead of the singular and making greek jokes like he'd been doing it his whole life. leo couldn't have been more grateful.
"honey, i'm home! with company!" mateo called as he swung his door open, leo and y/n hearing the distinct sound of little footsteps slapping against hardwood.
"daddy!" three voices cheered in near unison, launching themselves into their father's arms, who kneeled to squeeze them tight to his chest. his wife followed, smiling as she took in the sight before looking up and taking a second look at y/n and leo, who waved awkwardly
"oh, goodness! are you- leo?? oh, welcome home, buddy!" she cheered, moving past her kids and pulling leo into a tight hold, pressing a kiss to his scalp. leo wound his arms around the woman, another ghost of the past that he was more then happy to see. mrs. cruz then turned to y/n, pulling her into a tight squeeze as well before letting go and introducing her kids.
the kids took to the pair of teens like a sponge to water. while the cruz couple slaved away over dinner, y/n and leo were running around outside with the kids, playing some version of tag that leo didn't remember the rules to anymore. y/n had the youngest girl held in her arms, swaying her back and forth when she caught leo's eye, beaming a soft smile at him before giggling as the girl laid her hands on her cheeks. and leo's heart clenched, knowing he'd rather burn the whole world than live without the daughter of poseidon. then the two boys managed to tug leo down into the grass, laughing as they clambered onto his chest.
"dinner's ready, kids!" mateo teased from the doorway, drawing all five pairs of eyes to himself. the kids scrambled inside and y/n helped leo off the ground, earning her a kiss to the cheek as he pulled her into the house.
traditional hispanic meals were scattered across the table, leo explain each one to his girl as he went, giving suggestions as he filled his plate. he didn't realize how much he'd missed it until he took the first bite. obviously, it wasn't the same as his mom's, but it came pretty damn close. then the kids bedtime came, leo and y/n helping as they insisted.
mateo and his wife didn't really have a spare bedroom to offer to the pair but they were more than happy to sleep on the couch, knowing they've slept in worst places. but, before turning in for the night, mateo passed a scrap book over to y/n, giving her a warm smile and wink before setting into a seat next to her. for the next hour or so, mateo explained every photo and told every embarrassing story he could, despite leo's many protests. he even pulled a few from the book, gifting them to her, smiling as she clutched them to her chest like it was her prized possession.
"no, no, that's not what happened at all!!" leo insisted following a rather embarrassing story, his blooming blushing giving away the fact that he was now lying.
"believe what you want, leo, but that is what happened," laughed mateo, gently shutting the scrapbook as he yawned. he glanced between the tired pair, watching as you snuggled closer to leo, who leaned down and pressed a sleep kiss to your temple.
"i just- i gotta say, man, having you back home...it's nice, leo. we've missed you so- so much," admitted mateo, coughing down his emotions but leo could read it on his face.
"i'm glad to be back. gods, yeah, i'm happy to be here too," replied leo, nodding his head like he was confirming with himself too before beaming a smile at the older boy.
"well, sleep well, you two. hasta mañana," mused mateo before heading off to his room, faint similar calls coming from the teens.
the girl was aslready half asleep against leo's chest, yawn once more as she resting her hand above his heart and tucked her face into the junction between his neck and throat. leo's hands found her waist like a magnet to metal, slipping under her shirt and simply resting his fingers against her skin. he knew she was sleepy, which is why he said his next words.
"i love you, so so much. thank you for...all of this"
murmurs back of similar words is all he got in return, bring a small smile to his lips. she was all he needed, even when she was sleepy and drooling into his collarbone. he was certain he'd never loved someone like this and never would again.
and in the morning, the pair would decline mateo's offer for breakfast and leave, not without getting their phone number and address, forcing leo to promise to call or send letters within the week. then, y/n would make the offer of getting flowers and visiting his mom's grave. the tightening of leo's chest was back again but this time it didn't hurt so much. it was nearly warm and more of a pounding against his chest. a feeling he, strangely enough, wanted to keep around.
so, the pair of demigods bought flowers and y/n hung back, leaving leo with a comforting smile and allowing him alone time with his mom. and leo took it, sitting criss cross and raving about how much she would have loved y/n. how much he wished they could have met. how much he missed her. how different he felt, back in his hometown but not even sure if he could call it that anymore with how long he's been away. how much he wanted to love this place in the same way he did at seven, but he's forgotten the way. he left without saying goodbye, knowing he'd be back. he found the daughter of poseidon, leaning against a nearby fountain with a tilt of her head. he took her hand into his, offering a smile.
"let's go home, yeah?"
Just trust me, you'll be fine And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it Another version of me, I was in it I wave goodbye to the end of beginning
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Hi I love you blog, I was wondering if I could get, Denki, Todoroki, Shinso, Kirishima, and Bakugo teaching their girlfriend how to give head. Thank you!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
OMG this sounds so sweet!!!!!!!! I think I’m gonna make this a series. So ig here’s part one! GN reader!!!
Bakugou; Denki; Todoroki ; Shinso
If you don’t like it… DONT READ IT!!!
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Bakugou:
I know a lot of people will disagree with this, but i think that for your first ever blow job, bakugou would be a bit soft
Not saying he’s coddling you, just saying he’s not fucking your face aggressively
He would ask you at least four times if you were sure
It’s not like you’ve never done anything, there have been hand jobs and face sitting, but you’ve never put him in your mouth
You sit below Bakugou, hands placed gently on your knees as you look up at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the end of your shared bed. He had an uncharacteristically gentle smile graced his face as his callous palm cradles your cheek.
“Y’sure ya wanna do this peach?” he asked, voice gravely and dripping with lust.
You nod, learning your face into his hand as you kiss his palm. He chuckles and sits back, pulling his cock out of his sweatpants. You whimper at the sight of him pumping himself, his fist wrapped tightly around his girth as he worked to get himself harder than he already was. Once he was comfortable, he gently grabbed your hand, placing the oddly small appendage on his base, moving your other hand to wrap around the space just above.
“Now,” he grunted, pulling pillows up behind him and gently petting your head, “You move them up and down at the same time.”
You tried that, just like how he taught you when you just use your hands. Your brows furrowed in concentration, “Like this?”
Bakugou grunted heavily, sucking a sharp breath as he grabbed your wrists. “Now keep doing that, but move them like this.” He gently rotated your hands, moving them so your forearms were apart when you reach his tip but then your wrists would touch when you got to his base.
You shifted in your position on the floor, your knees digging into the pillow below you as you hovered over his cock. He chuckled at your position, you just look so cute when you’re concentrating! There was a moment where neither of you talked, just him enjoying the pleasure and you enjoying his sounds. But you started to get antsy. He noticed and spoke.
“Wrap your lips around the tip, yeah?” he graveled out. You nodded gently and leaned forward, giving him a kitten lick before wrapping your plush lips around his throbbing tip. He hummed in appreciation and gently placed his hand on the back of your head — not for power, but for guidance.
You sucked on his tip for a hot minute, moving your wrists the same way. Soon you got curious, sucking farther down his cock and only reaching a third of the way down his impressive length. You hummed gently, smiling to yourself as he bucked his hips making you gag viciously as his tip hit the back of your throat. You pulled back quickly, coughing strongly and clasping on to Bakugou’s thigh.
He shot up, gasping apologies to you as he brushed you hair from your face. Once you had calmed there was a beat of silence.
“I’m so so so sorry peaches,” he mumbled.
“I-I’m okay,” you smiled gently down at the ground.
“What?” he whispered.
No response.
“Peaches,” he slipped a hand under your chin and moved your eyes to meet his, “What’s wrong?”
“I kinda liked it,” you whispered, shuffling closer to his open thighs and placing a small hand on one.
“Yeah?” You nod. “Well then,” he smirked as he leaned back into the pillows, threading both hands through your hair and grabbing a fistful, “Three taps on my thigh means stop.” And that the last thing you heard before you were gagging and sputtering around his thick cock, whimpering as his derogatory names for you and rough thrusts.
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Denki:
Now, even though he talks a BIG game, i think it would be his first time too
Not like with sex — i know his virginity is LOOOOOOOOONG gone — but more like his first time having someone’s mouth around him
He’s not used to the personal attention, he mainly focuses on his partners, so he’s just as nervous as you are
He will DEFINITELY cum early but hell try so so so very hard to hold back — plus he’s a sucker for overstim so just keep going!!!
“A-are you sure? ‘Cause I can just ea—“
Denki’s rambling was cut off by your yanking of his belt, “I told you, Denks,” you smile, unzipping his jeans and shoving them to his knees with his boxers, “I wanna do this! You always wanna do stuff f’me, lemme treat you, Sparky.”
He smiles fondly at you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “Why’re you always so sweet to me, Sunshine?”
With a wink back you grab ahold of his cock. It’s thin, but long, and pink at the tip. You give him a few good tugs then look back up at his flushed face, “Now, I watched a few videos before, and I saw some girls twisting their wrists like this and putting their mouths on the tip.”
You hum as your wrap your freshly glossed lips around his tip and hear his groan of approval — he always did love your lip gloss. Then, you begin to twist your had around his shaft, loosening as you got to his base and tightening slightly as you got to his tip. At the first stroke, Denki hunches over you with a whimper, screwing his eyes shut and digging his hands in your hair.
You didn’t stop however, you were too addicted to the near pornographic moan he let escape to calm down. Instead, you took your free hand and started lightly tracing the underside of his balls, like you had seen a porn star do in one of the videos you found.
“B-baby! Slow down!” You sped up at his whine, sucking harder, stroking faster, massaging his balls in your palm with he occasional gentle tug.
He was twisting a turning above you, desperately fisting your hair as his face flushed a deep shade of red and his hair rose from the static of his quirk. He was moaning and whimpering unabashedly and his knees began to quake as he neared his end.
“S-sunshi-ne,” He hiccuped, “‘m gonna cum! Put — put more of me in…please!”
With a giggle, you carefully popped a few more inches of his cock into your mouth, rubbing your tongue across the thick vein along his shaft.
Denki came. Hard. He fisted your hair desperately and you looked up just in time to see his head thrown back and face twisted in pleasure as he moaned out your name.
You continued to softly jerk him as he came down, removing your mouth to catch the dribbles of his seed he left on your chin, staring up at his lulling head above you.
“Denks?” You reach a tentative hand to his chest as he shutters. One of his hands covers yours, lanky fingers twining around your palm.
“Can you do that,” he breathes deeply, letting out a chuckle, “every night?”
All you can do is laugh and nod as he lays you out to return the favor.
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Shoto:
This man is KINKY AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME NO
It’s always the quiet ones?! He’s very soft dom, all guiding and loving, but also very dominant, sometimes strict when he’s had a bad day
At first he’d be shocked but then he’d grin softly and help you kneel before him and just let you explore his body
HES GOT RULES — but he totally forgets every single one as soon as your lips touch him
Your heart was racing, nearly beating out of your chest as you knelt at Shoto’s feet. Your hands were placed gingerly on your thighs as your eyes traced every one of his movements, including the bobbing of his aching cock.
Shoto sat in front of you, completely naked and sprawled out on the couch. His hand picked at a stray thread in the couch as he studied your position. You gulped.
“Are you sure you want to do this, my love? There are plenty of other activities we can fill our night with,” he murmured as he placed his elbows on his knees and delicately traced your jaw with a hand.
“I’m sure, Sho. Teach me,” you whispered back. He quirked a brow.
“Please.”
“There’s a good pet.” He smiled as he leaned back, pulling you closer to his crotch by your chin. He motioned for you to place one hand in his and you jumped a bit as he crudely spat in your palm. “Now,” he smiled slowly and relaxed further into the cushions, “wrap your fingers around the shaft and squeeze a little.”
You did as instructed and he grunted. You were mesmerized by the way his tip glistened and how his abdomen flexed with every restrained breath of his. With out even thinking, you began to stroke him, long and steady as you watched a few beads of pre-cum glisten down your fist. Shoto didn’t speak because he was curious of what you would do, how you would explore him.
Not that you noticed anyways, you’d moved on to using two hands, one right above the other, and pumping faster. Eventually, the milky lube at his tip became too tempting and, tentatively, you licked a drop. The flavor was unique. Obviously salty and tangy but it had a slight sweetness to it, something that compelled your to wrap your lips around the pink mushroom-like head and suck you your heart’s content.
“Such a good pet,” Shoto moaned openly, releasing the rules he’d set in favor of allowing you to explore to your heart’s content. “Just like that.”
“‘M doing good?” You pant, fanning your breath over the underside of his dick as you lick a stipe from balls to tip.
“So so good, take your time, my love, you have all night,” he mumbled, combing his fingers through your hair in silent praise and pride.
You smile, already thinking about your next step: giving his beautifully shaved balls some much needed attention.
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Shinso:
Imma be honest — I have ZERO fukin idea, he seems 1 of 2: asexual or uninterested in his own pleasure
I mean, i think it would take him a bit to get used to the idea or he’d just be bored
Now, if you say it’s for YOUR pleasure, I bet he’d be on board in a heartbeat
This exhausted muppet of a man would splay himself out and say do WHATEVAH
You giggled, shifting nervously on the foot of the bed as your boyfriend is starfished naked on the bed, a lazy — defiantly weed induced — smile graces his face. “Whatever?” You question.
“Whatever.” He repeats.
“So just anything I want to do?” You ask. He nods. “What if I mess up?” He rolls his eyes. “What if I hurt you?” He chuckles. “But seriously, Shin, I’ve never done this. What if my teeth catch on you or my han—”
Suddenly, Shinso is grasping your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, almost enough to hurt, and bringing your nose-to-nose with him, “If I’m in pain, I might let you know. But I like it. So I most likely won’t. If it doesn’t work, then I’ll help direct you. However, if this becomes something that spreads any semblance of insecurity, I will not hesitate to stop you and lick, fuck, suck and spank every ounce of it out of you. Understood?”
With a whimper you nod. You always did love when he would get more dominant with you. After a quick peck on your forehead, he lays back down, gathering a few pillows over his hands to lay his head on, looking as comfortable as ever. You told a deep breath before shaking your hands out and settling back between his legs.
With shaky hands, you grabbed the small bottle of lube he set out next to you earlier and gathered a little spurt before massaging it into your hands. After another deep breath you grabbed his cock.
It’s long and slightly tilted to the left with a thick base. It made your mouth water. With one hand resting on his thigh, the other began to stroke his dick, watching as his foreskin moved to cover his glistening pink tip slightly. You shifted forward a bit, concentration written all over your face as you watched his cock twitch with each move.
Shinso was enjoying this more than he felt he should. Watching his adorably shy lover finally break out of their shell. He made a point not to say anything, wanting you to have full control over what will make you comfortable. It arouses him to no end knowing that you found it to be pleasurable, it’s the only reason he’s doing this in the first place.
You’d moved the hand on his thigh to the base of his cock now, your thumb just barely brushing his balls. You’d found it interesting that more pre-cum would spurt if you tightened your hold around his tip. The second you realized this he let out a guttural grunt. You smiled and he swore in that moment that you were the most devilish angel to ever grace this earth.
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amerricanartwork · 4 months
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RW Headcanon: The Omnivores and the Carnivores
Figured I'd start sharing some headcanons! Buckle up, folks, this is gonna be a looooooooong post! With a bit of Artimand sprinkled in (hope you like it @melissa-titanium)!
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This was based on an idea lingering in the back of my mind for a bit, but after drawing the above image from a previous post I got reminded of it and decided to develop it a little more! I'll put the full headcanon down below!
By the way, I should warn you that the verbosity habit in my post asking about headcanons was no joke. This headcanon, as I've explained it below, is literally almost 700 words...
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I headcanon that there are two subspecies of “wild type” slugcats — omnivores and carnivores. I like the idea that slugcats were descended from a pipe-cleaning organism (although I still see them as mustelids rather than mollusks, but that’s a headcanon for another day…), so in this headcanon, a carnivorous variant of the slugcat ancestor was made to be more specialized for killing pests. Back when the Ancients were still around, they had a reputation similar to that of real-life raccoons and pigeons, while the omnivorous slugcats were more-often kept as pets.
As of the present Rain World timeline, though, omnivorous and carnivorous slugcats look almost identical. Omnivorous slugcats are still more iconic — they’re what you’d think of when one says “slugcat” — but the biggest differences the carnivorous variant possesses are their sharper teeth, stronger jaws, and sharper claws. Carnivorous slugcats also tend to be more muscular, while omnivorous slugcats have more body fat due to their largely plant-based diet.
Culturally, though, the two subspecies show more contrast. Omnivores are more peaceful hunter-gatherers who focus on trying to passively get by in a bigger, more dangerous world. Carnivores, on the other hand, are active hunters who tend to encourage combat training more and pride themselves on rising up to the ferocity of larger predators. The two tend to live separately in their own colonies, and don’t interact too often. There’s also some degree of prejudice in each group towards the other due to these cultural differences; not enough to cause large-scale conflicts, but enough that they side-eye each other occasionally. In more extreme cases, omnivores are perceived by the carnivores as weak, lazy, and meek, while omnivores see the carnivores as aggressive, loud, and cynical.
To bring it back to the image above, in my own personal fic-idea concept thing of how Artificer and Gourmand get together, this prejudice is a minor, but additional reason why they never expect to fall in love with each other; Arti is descended from a small group of carnivorous slugcats modified with explosive spit, while Gourm and the rest of the slugcats in his colony are all natural omnivores. Combine that with the rest of their attitudes in life, and at first, it seems they’re just too different to ever make a good pair.
A few more quick thoughts about these two subspecies:
Survivor and Monk are both naturally omnivorous. Hunter and Spearmaster, while directly engineered, were both derived from the carnivorous subspecies, while Rivulet was derived from the omnivorous subspecies.
Despite Gourmand being a natural omnivore, he eats larger prey more often than any other slugcat in his colony both out of curiosity for how other meats taste and because, true to his name, he honestly just likes to eat whatever (hey, as long as it’s edible)! However, once he and Artificer get together, he really starts to eat more meat from the creatures he hunts for her. And, interestingly enough, because he likes to use fruits and other plants as side dishes or as toppings to add flavor, this causes Arti to start eating more plants (now that’s what I call a “balanced diet”)! 
Even though the carnivores are culturally more similar to scavengers, the omnivores tend to get along better with them due to their more peaceful attitude, and the fact they naturally compete less with the scavengers for food (I like to imagine scavengers as pack-hunting carnivores).
Carnivores tend to move slightly faster than omnivores.
Carnivores often have bigger, more ravenous appetites than omnivores because they require more energy on average. Again, it’s partly what the image above is referencing!
Back when the Ancients lived, there actually existed a bit of a friendly discourse around which variant of the slugcat ancestors made better pets. It was in a similar vein to the modern “cat person vs. dog person” idea, but, to some degree, it’s actually continued on in various iterator groups, including the main one! FP, NSH, SRS, and CW are firm believers in carnivore superiority, UI passionately cheers on the omnivores, and Moon just giggles in the background and makes sure the debates don’t get too heated (but is also secretly team omnivore).
Anyway, with that said, BIG thanks to anyone who made it all the way down here! This headcanon originally formed as a way to explain in-universe the noticeably different diets of the main slugcat characters, but I just couldn't help adding more to it!
Let me know what you think of this concept, if you have anything to add to it, or if you'd like to see more of my headcanons! I just LOVE developing fictional worlds from ergonomic, analytical, and narrative perspectives, so if you want more, I've definitely got it!
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A story of witch
Happy Valentine day !
As a gift, here a looooooooong Morpheus x female reader.
Careful, some spoilers here, from the comics and so maybe from season 2.
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Time had a different hold on witches.
A certain influence, because contrary to common beliefs, nothing escaped time and nothing was perfectly eternal, but it slipped over them as long as they decided, and had enough magic to repel its effects.
Y/N had already been walking on Earth for several centuries when she met Morpheus.
She had heard many legends about the Endless. Rumors. Lots of warnings, especially regarding Dream, who was described as a changeable, dangerous, angry and resentful being.
Her many sisters whispered to each other that becoming his lover was as much a gift as a curse. He would offer you the whole world on a platter, he would do everything to please you, and then one day, without warning, you would no longer suit him, you would do something wrong according to him, the feelings would no longer be as strong, and then misfortune would strike you.
The king would always find a way to blame you for this new emotional failure. Then you risked Hell, endless nightmares, eternal sleep.
Too much hassle for little benefit.
Y/N didn’t think about any of that when she met Morpheus. Neither to the wonders he could offer her, nor to the torments he risked inflicting on her.
For a witch, some might have thought that she was young, still naive, far too in love with her books and grimoires, fascinated by stories, and therefore vulnerable to the charms of the dreams master.
She didn't think she would fall in love. Neither did he. The mourning of his marriage and his child were still recent, for a being such as him. Y/N had barely been born when this tragedy had happened.
The subject was not brought up, like none of his former lovers. Morpheus did not forget, he never forgot, but when a new relationship began, he did not look back to compare with the previous ones.
No doubt it was a mistake on his part, who then never learned from his mistakes.
Y/N hadn’t had as many relationships as him. Witches have the luxury of immortality, and they knew the consequences of it. Bonding with mortals wasn't a good idea, even less so with their peers. Too risky. Too dangerous.
Attempting to see the future in dreams could have been described with the same words. Y/N was taking the risk of being punished by two Endless, Destiny and Dream.
But Destiny never interfered in anything, and Dream was intrigued by the little witch, asking her not to repeat her experiments, but welcoming her into his domain.
As they walked in his garden, the inhabitants of the Dreaming knew before them what was going to happen.
"Your flowers are beautiful. Everything is beautiful here."
“Would you like to see my library ?”
"Oh, I'd love to ! But you must have a lot to do, I don't want to bother you more than necessary."
"You don't bother me, mikri magissa. You are welcome here."
It took a while for Y/N to realize that they were getting closer. The courting of the king of stories was subtle, ethereal like him, full of poems and tenderness while doing without many words far too heavy with meaning, and at the same time far too limited to convey all the ardor of their love.
Because they loved each other, there was no doubt about it. The end of their story came quickly, although to a mortal three centuries seemed like a lot. At the same time, those who knew Morpheus well could testify that this was quite a long time for a relationship with him. But as always with his relationships, there had to be an end.
“I’m just saying he’s not wrong.”
"You don't know what you're talking about, o mágos mou. This man is insane and I'm not lonely."
“However, I have felt you far from me for some time now. Perhaps forever.”
"Don't I love you more than anything ? Haven't I shown you my love on many occasions ?"
"I don't know. It's difficult for me to know with you, immutable and yet so variable. Sometimes you give so much, too much, and sometimes not enough, if it's not nothing. There is no middle ground with you. Probably not with me either. It's possible that I'll ask you impossible things."
“Nothing is impossible for me.”
“Yet you refuse to speak, to really speak. You flee this kind of discussion, as you fled the friendship of this man.”
“Don’t push me, Agápe μου.”
Y/N left the Dreaming that night knowing she wasn’t coming back. Morpheus' indifference to her departure could have been seen as fortunate, but it hurt her deeply. He didn't try to catch her, he didn't try to punish her either.
Even though it seemed obvious after several weeks that he would not pursue her, neither in her dreams nor in the Waking, Y/N took precautions to prevent their paths from crossing again. Using several spells, rituals, amulets and ancient seals, she ensured that her mind was cut off from the realm of her former lover.
This protection proved very useful when the sleeping sickness arrived.
Like the rest of the world, Y/N didn't immediately understand what was happening. She knew Dream enough to know that he would never neglect his work like that, that he would not abandon his position unless forced to do so, and that despite all the cruelty and resentment he was capable of, he would never do such a thing to the dreamers.
Something had happened, but she didn't know what.
Too afraid of what he could do to her if she went into the Dreaming, or what could happen to her sleep without the protections, Y/N didn't try to find out. It wasn't her business anyway, since they were no longer together and the fate of humanity wasn't part of her responsibilities.
Time continued to pass, and she still tried to help mortals when she could, with potions and incantations to help them sleep, or on the contrary wake up, ensuring that their nights were not entirely nightmares.
But this was difficult, because she was not the master of dreams. Without knowing it, she came very close to Morpheus the day her steps led her near a mansion with dark, gloomy energies, which she did not wish to approach too closely. However, there was something, abandoned under a tree near the property, which attracted her with strong force.
The body of a raven. A raven different from the others, a dream. Jessamy. Someone had shot her and she lay there, lifeless, far from her creator, far from her home.
Y/N took the poor thing with her. Necromancy being prohibited, it was not good to anger Death, and the existence of dreams being a complex thing, she did the only thing in her power, to offer a decent burial to the little emissary whom she had loved very much and who had often helped her control Morpheus' moods.
When collective sleep returned to normal, there were no signs. Nothing that made it possible to understand what had happened. Curious by nature, the witch repeated to herself that she should not try to understand. The rumors would spread quickly.
She heard about Burgess. Whispers recounted the long confinement of the maker of nightmares, who had taken revenge before setting off in search of his stolen instruments in order to rebuild his kingdom. Twice he went to the Underworld, he faced a Vortex, he fell in love. Nothing really new, just the same story over and over again.
Y/N didn’t want to know any of this, but the choice wasn’t hers. One of her sisters came to visit without being invited, and to ask her advice.
“I don’t see how I can help you, big sister.”
"You have experienced what I am experiencing. Tell me how to escape from Oneiros, because I no longer wish to see him and he does not seem ready to accept it."
The rumors had not mentioned the fact that Morpheus had fallen in love with a witch again. Older than Y/N, more powerful, crueler too, because Thessaly had little interest in things of the heart.
" … I repeat, I'm not sure I can help you. Make sure you don't inspire him with any more feelings and you'll be free." "Sweet little sister, he still loves you and yet he left you alone. I'm asking for this."
"He doesn't love me. He didn't love me for a long time when I left."
"We argued often and each time my wing of the castle was razed and then rebuilt under his orders. There is no trace of his former companions left in all of the Dreaming. None, except you. He did not touch your room. He denied me access to it. He recreated it with everything else after his return. Can you tell me that doesn't mean anything ?"
Y/N didn’t respond. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know about all this. Her eldest whispered that she was almost jealous. Many times she had wondered if she had gotten his attention because of their similarities, because she reminded him of his lost love.
It might be a good idea for her younger sister to discuss it with the Lord of Dreams.
"Or not. That would allow me to slip away without him probably noticing, but I can't wish harm on one of ours. I'll find a way."
This time, Y/N closed herself off to the whispers, not wanting to know if Thessaly had found this way.
Part of her wished the best for the lord of stories, who had suffered far too much in the last century despite all his wrongs, and who did not deserve to receive another injury. Another part didn't like knowing the older witch was with Dream.
She was afraid for her sister, and she was afraid for Morpheus, whose fickle heart was more fragile than he wanted to admit. The consequences were likely to be terrible for everyone.
Filled with memories, Y/N wanted to visit Jessamy’s grave. A powerful spell had hidden it from the eyes of the world, to prevent it from being desecrated, and she wondered if she had not made a mistake in doing so, for it was possible that Morpheus had never known where his faithful emissary rested.
But the magic of ravens was special, these beings knew things, and she shouldn't have been surprised to find one of them on the tree that protected the location.
"Good morning." she said politely, making new flowers appear near the grave.
"Hi. Do we know each other ? I feel like I know you."
"I don't think we've ever met. You're Dream's new raven."
"Yeah, Matthew. I don't know why I'm here. I'm sort of drawn to it, and Lucienne told me to follow my instincts for this sort of thing, but I don't understand. Are you the one calling me ?"
“I think it’s more your predecessor thzt you are feeling.”
"Jessamy ? Oh… The boss thought her body was destroyed or something. Were you the one who buried her ? That's nice of you. You don't look really surprised to see a talking raven. I feel like I'm supposed to know you. You seem important."
"Not really, no."
"The boss could tell me but he's busy at the moment. He's accompanying his sister on a quest. Good, it's keeping him busy. It's been raining too much since his break up, it's been days. Merv told me that it was almost always like that, frankly it's painful to watch. The time with this Nada, the time with his ex-wife, the time with another witch… I don't know what he has with witches. I didn't like her at all, she was mean."
“It rained in the Dreaming when I left ?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask, surprised by the news.
Before that day, she had always believed that her departure had had no impact. A total, cold indifference, showing that she no longer mattered. But Thessaly had talked about her room, and Matthew had talked about the rain, and Y/N didn't know what to think at all now.
She had left Morpheus because of his inability to communicate, the distance he put between himself and the whole world. His grand declarations of love always seemed hollow, lacking something.
Maybe he had changed. He would never have allowed his emissary to speak as Matthew did, who was moving around on his tree asking a thousand questions about the relationship between his boss and Y/N. He even allowed himself to order her to leave, because he really didn't need Dream falling into depression again by seeing her through his eyes.
"He's got enough problems, he… Oh. Oh, no. I feel it, he's there. Shit, shit, shit. I have to go !"
Years without any news and within moments Y/N hearing about her former lover almost every day. Until someone came to her door and she found herself face to face with Morpheus.
He seemed embarrassed. He had always been awkward in the waking world, out of place, because dreams hardly survived in reality. But there was something else. He would never have bothered to knock before. He would have come into her house to say what he had to say, demanding that she listen to him, and agree with him at the end.
Without saying anything, he observed her as if he were seeing her for the first time, turning his gaze towards her bedroom, the door of which was surrounded by several symbols used to repel dreams and nightmares. Y/N expected this to make him angry. He had already not liked her touching his domain when they first met.
"I thought you followed my sister into the sunless lands…" he whispered, looking down. "I no longer felt your presence in the Dreaming. I didn't think you were running away from me. It didn't seem to me that I gave you reasons to run away."
“I wasn’t sure you’d be happy to see me again.”
"I have waited a long time for the day when I would have the joy of seeing your sweet face again. It never came, but I am the one responsible for it. You were right about Hob Gadling, You were right about many things but I didn't listen, and I lost you. It was one of my greatest regrets."
“Why are you talking like that ?” Y/N asked as she approached, their hands almost touching.
"Mikri magissa, so much has happened. I am at a crossroads, with a big decision to make. I admit to being afraid, and you give me courage."
“Maybe I can help you ?”
"Even if you could, I wouldn't ask you. The search for my little sister is dangerous, a lot of blood has been shed since we left in search of our brother and I couldn't bear to see it happen to you. I had agreed to help her to see someone again, without understanding that it was you I secretly wanted to see, and now I must find a way to console my sister, disappointed by my lack of investment. But the only way we have left is one that I dare not name."
Y/N had briefly met Morpheus' family, including Destruction and Delirium.
The prodigal had spoken to her little before his retirement, but he had seemed tired, reaching the limits of his functions and no longer seeing the point of remaining with all the inventions of mortals and immortals which fulfilled his role perfectly without he needs to intervene. His siblings did not understand his decision.
One of the most affected by his departure had been Delirum, very close to his brother, who would have given anything for a family reunion.
"If this means your downfall, I can't believe Delirium would ask such a thing of you." Y/N said indignantly, not daring to come any closer. “There must be something else.”
"I don't think my younger sister is aware of what she's asking of me, nor do I think it's possible for me to go any other way without putting someone else in danger. I just came to see you, and thank you for what you did for Jessamy, and for the dreamers during my absence. I hadn't seen all these acts of kindness. But maybe it's you who didn't want to see me again. Not with my behavior. Oh, mágos mou… I so wanted to be better for you, but I could only change by going through all these trials, and for that I had to lose you."
It felt like goodbye, and Y/N didn’t like it. By definition, the Endless had no end, at least not while there was life in the universe. Without thinking, she placed her hand on Dream's cheek. He usually hated it, being touched, especially without permission, but he closed his eyes with a happy sigh, pressing his skin against hers.
Asking him if he was okay seemed stupid, but the question left her lips, and when his eyes opened again, they had a strange glow. He muttered that no one had asked him that question since his release. It was almost years ago. In truth, no one had asked him that question, even before he was captured.
Like he said, it could be because he had changed, and he didn't really deserve to be asked if he was okay before. And now that he was making an effort, that he was understanding, that he was improving, it was too late.
"I'll find a way. I'll talk to your sister."
“Delirium has always loved you.” he sighed. "My whole family, I think. I never noticed that our relationship is the only one that Desire hasn't tried to sabotage. But maybe they knew that I would sabotage it on my own."
“Let me talk to her.”
Much to Morpheus' surprise, his younger sister listened to Y/N. She even seemed to become Delight again for a moment, as the witch promised to find Destruction, even if it would take time. She just had to be patient, but also accept that it was possible that their brother didn't want to be found.
It was his decision to leave, as it was her decision to change, and Dream's decision to stay the same. But if she asked him to continue their quest, horrible things could happen, and she might lose another member of her family.
"… Okay. But you promise to look ?"
“I swear on our mother’s first ledger.”
"Several people have died trying to help us, Delirium… It's not safe to…"
"Oh, shut up. You'll be with her to protect her, you didn't care about the others. You're probably happy that Y/N came back. I'm happy too, she's nice, you two were good together. If you find our brother, then everything will be perfect."
Several spells, formulas and sacrifices were necessary to find the trail of the Prodigal, or Destruction took pity on them by inviting them to join him, but they talked, and as Y/N had predicted, he did not wish to return, but he entrusted them with a dog to give to his little sister.
Before disappearing between the stars, he took his big brother by the hand, walking together near the cliff, and whispering something to him.
"What did he say ?" Y/N couldn’t help but ask.
"He told me not to make the same mistakes and to think about myself for once. Not about my position, not about my kingdom, about nothing but me, and about you. O mágos mou, it's been a long time, but if you…"
The kiss cut him off in the middle of his question, time seemed to stop, and it was as if they had never left each other.
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queen-paladin · 2 days
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#13 specifically about Loki
Hi my dear!
Ok, I have two unpopular opinions on my Asgardian babygirl.
First is briefly related to...well, Sylvie. First, off, don't be scared, I'm not justifying her at all.
Rethinking it, I still stand that she's not a well-written character and I don't believe their romance and that it is way too one-sided and there are ways to do the Brash Girlboss and Loving Himbo pairing well (I think Court of Silver Flames does this well with Nesta and Cassian. We look at WHY Nesta is mean and when she does something bad, it isn't glorified.., it's framed as something bad. But we see her self-loathing, her regret, her insecurities, her guilt, her grief, and how Cassian helps her with that! And we see her grow and change and make amends and forgive and sacrifice herself for the people she loves. If it was written as that, then I'd be okay with it. But Salmonella on the other hand and the romance in season one...doesn't really...do that) ...but at the same time, he is not entitled to her.
Yes, the betrayal is a shitty thing to do and something that a Loki would exactly do- but it doesn't mean Loki should get a sexy lamp as a prize for everything he went through. She doesn't owe him romantic love, especially not on her own terms and not in her own time.
Also, on that note, I am personally not convinced about the interpretation in the fandom about Loki being tortured and mind-controlled by Thanos when he tries to take over the world. I think it's a fan theory that could be up to interpretation, but I think it gives him less agency and doesn't make him proactive in his own storyline. I mean, granted, it's been a long long looooooooong time since I watched the Avengers, so take it with a grain of salt, as I don't remember anything that implied that this was the case...but I want to believe my little pookie villain is actually capable of being a villain. I'm an adult. I can take it. And I will still love him and lust after him anyway.
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babygirl, you're so cute
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caligo-and-aestus · 12 days
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Second story, this one take place a looooooooong time ago, they are so young (by godly standard)
@plateapus @whiteperle3 tagging you both again, if someone else want to be tag next time I make one of these let me know
Footsteps echoed down the halls of his home, the incarnation of the sun sighed, there is only one person who come bother him up here, and he isn’t thrilled about it. 

Sure they are counterpart, two sides of one coin made to work with each other, yet, he can’t trust them. They are the same age yet only met after a few hundred years of existence apart. 

A few hundred too many, he doesn’t know what sort of people the moon met, but the sun sure hasn’t had good experience with anyone so far and he isn’t going to give friendship another chance, ever.

Someone should try and tell the moon that, because this little beast sure isn’t listening to him.

"Sunny!" The moon called, the footsteps slowly to a stop right next to him, he sigh. "Don’t call me that." He told the other god.
"I will, when you tell me your name!" He can heard the smirk in that reply, Aestus groan and tried to go back to his reading.

"Whatcha reading?" Unfortunately it seem this disturbance to his day only wanted to stay and annoy his further. ‘Ignore them,they will go away.’ They thought. He can heard them walk around the room, probably snooping.

"Don’t you have other people to annoy." He said exasperatedly.
"Hmmm nope…just you." Oh. That shut him up good. Guess they are lonely, no wonder they come up here. No no no don’t go and get attached you know what happened last time.

There was a clink on their desk. When did the little beast got so close? "Is for you." Was all they said, curiosity got the best of him.

It was two things as it turn out, metal, on a chain, one was round with spikes all around, some seemed to recess on one side, strange, the other was also circular, but seem to have a chunk missing, like another circle was cut out of it. There was spikes cut out of the back of it…does it? They do fit together! 

"What are these?" He asked mildly intrigued "Friendship necklace! Peo-" he cut them short "no. The shape. What are they." He figured the purpose as soon as he realise it fit. "Oh! I guess you never… the one of the left is the moon! The other one is the sun, at least that’s how mortals represent them…I just thought they were neat." 

…he traced the shaped again, now knowing what they are, and paying closer attention to them, they seem quite detail appart from the simple shape, small little carvings on the front. He wonder why the moon seem to have so many circle carved in it. They are not thin either,he can clearly feel them, there is no way this wasn’t made for him specifically, so he can still admire it despite never seeing it.

Fuck it, just once, just this once. He can hope.

He gave the sun necklace back to the moon. It would feel weird to keep his own symbol. As interesting as it is to know how mortal represent him.

"…my name is Aestus." He heard a excited gasp "the name’s Caligo! Lovely to officially meet you!" So loud. He regret this already.
"Yes…could you leave me alone now. I’ll like to read in peace." The bea- Caligo, asked.
"Oh ok. Can I come back tomorrow?" Aestus absentmindedly traced the necklace again, considering his option "please? I’ll take thing to occupy myself so we can just hang out in silence?" He feel like Caligo would still try and ask him thing. But he supposed i’s nice they are at least mindful that he prefer to do his own thing.

He sigh "alright fine-" "yes! Thanks you! You won’t regret this!" He feel like he very much will "see you tomorrow!" And with that Caligo is gone. Blessed silent once more…what did he get himself into?
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nyhti · 6 months
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Hello! If you don't mind it, do you have any favorite Pre-Crisis comics or issues you would consider required reading for that era? Thank you!
Ok ok ok. Lissen. I tried. I really did. The thing is that pre-crisis is a looooooooong era. It wasn't easy going through 47 years of bathistory and try and pick notable moments, especially because what counts as notable is very subjective. Also I just simply wouldn't consider myself a bathistorian. I mean, I only really care about the rogues, you know me. But! I tried! Here are some moments, that I think are noteworthy, or otherwise interesting. I wrote down why I think each issue is interesting, so you can decide for yourself if you think it's worth reading or not. I know I put things in here that other people might find filler stories and also left out things that some might consider really important (for example, you will find no Justice League here, as I just never cared about them.) It's my list, so it will have my biases. I hope I got all issue numbers and years correct. I was going to go through them one more time to check but........... I don't want to. Also, some of these I read literally years ago, so my memory of them might be hazy. Anyway, I hope you find at least a couple issues on this list you like :33 Golden Age (1938-1956) Detective Comics #27 (1939) ”The Case of the Chemical Syndicate” First Batman story Detective Comics #38 (1940) ”Robin the Boy Wonder” Dick's First appearance Batman #1 (1940) The first two Joker stories, the first Catwoman story and the second Hugo story. Really not a single skippable story in this one Batman #16 (1943) ”Here comes Alfred” Alfred's first appearance Detective Comics #83 (1944) ”Accidentally on Purpose” Alfred gets a makeover and starts looking like the Alfred we know and love today Batman #35 (1946) ”Dinosaur Island” Where the dinosaur in the Batcave came from World's Finest Comics #30 (1947) ”The Penny Plunderers” Where the giant penny is from Detective Comics #168 (1951) "The Man Behind the Red Hood" Joker's first origin story Superman #76 (1952) ”The Mightiest Team in the World” First Batman/Superman team up. They learn each other's identities. It's so fanfic-y. They actually have to share a room on a cruise, because there are too many people aboard. Only thing missing is if there was only one bed. Detective Comics #233 (1956) ”The Bat-Woman” First appearance of the original Batwoman Kathy Kane Silver Age (1956-1970)
World's Finest Comics #88 (1957) ”Superman and Batman's Greatest Foes!” First Joker/Lex Luthor team-up The Flash #123 (1961) ”Flash of two Earths” Not a Batman story, but quintessential to the lore as this is the introduction of the multiple earths Batman #164 (1964) ”Two-Way Gem Caper” Debut of the ”new look”. They refreshed the artstyle here. There are also other changes like the elevator to the batcave and a new batmobile among other things. This also starts my favorite era in bathistory, 1964 to 1970. Sooo many interesting things happened here. Detective Comics #327 (1964) ”The Mystery of the Menacing Masks” New look debut in Detective Comics Detective Comics #328 (1964) ”Gotham Gang Line-up” Alfred dies and we get aunt Harriet instead This story continues in: Detective Comics: #334, 336, 340 and 349 but if you want, you could just skip to: Detective Comics #356 (1966) ”The Inside Story of the Outsider” Alfred returns. Detective Comics #359 (1967) ”The Million Dollar Debut of Batgirl” Barbara's first appearance Detective Comics #387 (1969) ”The Cry of Night is – ”Sudden Death”” A modern re-telling of the first Batman story. Well, modern by 60s standards, but that's what I love about it so. Detective Comics #389 (1969) "Batman's evil eye" Here the writers are really longing back for the days of old when Batman was spooky and goffik. Also!! It's a Scarecrow story woooooooooo!!! My favorite Scarecrow story, in fact! Really the only villain you could've had in a story like this. Batman #217 (1969) ”One Bullet Too Many!” Dick leaves for Hudson university and Bruce and Alfred move to a penthouse in the city. Bronze Age (1970-1986) Batman #251 (1973) ”The Joker's Five-Way Revenge!” This is the issue where Joker starts murdering again Detective Comics #457 (1976) "There is No Hope in Crime Alley" Re-telling of Batman's origins. The first appearance of Leslie Thompkins my beloved. Just an all around good fucking story. Detective Comics #469-476 (1977-1978) Steve Englehart's run. Really a must read Batman #348 (1982) ”Shadow Play” Bruce, Dick and Alfred return to Wayne Manor. Also a Man-Bat story! Yippieeeeeee! Batman #357 (1983) ”Squid” Jason's first appearance (for one panel only, though) Detective Comics #525 (1983) ”Confrontation” First time Jason actually speaks Detective comics #526 (1983) ”All My Enemies Against Me!” Jason's parents die and he plays hero for the first time. Last issue of Gerry Conway's banger run. Also first time Jervis uses mind control (and it's on Jonathan!) Batman #365, Detective Comics #532, Batman #366 (1983) Jason dyes his hair and makes first apperance as Robin, but Bruce doesn't approve. A Joker story. Batman #368 (1984) ”A Revenge of Rainbows” Dick gives Jason his blessing and Jason finally becomes Robin officially. Detective Comics #566, Batman #400 (1986) Last issues of pre-crisis. Rip.
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Notes: After a looooooooong and dark winter... Guess who's here?
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I hope you like it!
Previously...
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Chapter 4
So… Lothíriel had a crush. She didn’t blame herself for it, it’d seemed inevitable.
But yeah… It had the potential to be a bit awkward, but she thought she’d be fine. Éomer was leaving soon, so there was that.
She hadn’t expected to feel such a strong attraction to the man. Sure, he was good looking and all, but she knew many good looking men. There was something about him that was just… Really delicious.
Like she really wanted to climb that man like a tree, ride him like a stallion, have his babies or whatever.
She didn’t understand it. She was not that girl, the one that got crushes regularly.
Lothíriel was careful in relationships for many reasons: her brothers were annoyingly overprotective, her family had a lot of money and she’d been painfully naive as a teenager.
She was a romantic and she wanted the whole fairy tale deal, however, she’d learned that some things do require careful consideration. As much as she wanted to get married -she had the whole ceremony planned -and have children -three and she knew the names already -she also knew that nothing of this would happen by magic. Lothíriel didn’t want to just be married with a family; she wanted to love and be loved.
And she wasn’t saying she’d fallen head first in love with Éomer that very night, but the intensity of the attraction she’d felt was kind of weird.
Anyway… It meant nothing. Crushes came and went, and she wasn’t 15 anymore. Maybe she’d liked him because he was good-looking and new, because he’d offered her a handkerchief like a perfect gentleman, because he was tall and kinda rugged and he did look like he could pick her up and…
Right. She should stop thinking about what he could do with those arms of his. It wasn’t helping at all.
Colonel barked at her and she sighed. “You’re right. I’m being silly.” She turned back to the mirror to finish up her makeup.
They had a dinner -this time really for family only -with Éomer and Éowyn that night. They were supposed to leave back to Edoras the next morning.
Faramir was probably freaking out and trying to figure out if it was too early to ask Éowyn to marry him. She knew her cousin was crazy about the woman, so it was killing him to say ‘goodbye’ like this.
Lothíriel gave him a month before he made his way to Edoras. Amrothos thought it’d take a week.
Lotty put on her mother’s pearl necklace -she always wore it when she felt like she needed more confidence -and applied her lipstick.
It was one dinner with Éomer and her whole family. She could do it.
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Okay, this was a bit ridiculous.
Lothíriel felt the need to repeat -to herself -that she was not the kind of girl to get insta crushes, but this man had to be joking.
How was it possible that he looked even better that night?
Was this witchcraft? Because it kind of felt like witchcraft.
Éomer looked so good in that gray suit, no tie, not even an attempt at controlling his long hair. (No, she was not thinking of holding on to his hair while he ate her out. Well… Now she was.)
They were at this restaurant that belonged to one of Echiron’s friends, where everything was organic, overpriced and not that revolutionary. Amrothos was convinced Echiron only pretended to like this place because he was sleeping with said ‘friend’. Lothíriel just wished he didn’t make them go there.
Éomer was frowning at what was supposed to be his steak. “I think they left most of it in the kitchen.”
Lothíriel hid her smile with her napkin. “They seem to do that a lot here.” She indicated her own fish, which probably was no more than a tablespoon of food.
Éomer sighed. “We’ll need to leave and get a pizza.”
“Can I come along?” She asked with a grin.
They had been sitting side by side, which didn’t help much with her crush. Now she knew how good he smelled and they talked most of the night.
He gave her a slow smile. “Of course. I couldn’t leave you to f… Ouch!” Éomer winced, then glowered at Amrothos, who was across from them and glowering right back at him.
Had her brother just kicked Éomer under the table? She threw a confused look at her brother, but he was staring straight at Éomer and mouthering…
“Did my brother just tell you not to flirt with me?” She asked Éomer in a stage whisper.
“Lotty!” Amrothos hissed at her,
“He did.” Éomer replied to her in the same way. “That’s the third time tonight.”
It was Lotty’s turn to frown. “Third?” She gasped theatrically at him. “Have you been flirting with me in secret?”
Éomer chuckled. “I guess I have. The first was when I said ‘hello’...”
“Yes, that was very inappropriate of you.”
His smile got bigger. “And the second was when I said your dress is cute.”
Lothíriel looked down at her dress. “But it is cute!”
“Right?”
They grinned at each other, before Éomer winced again.
“Amrothos.” Lothíriel hissed at her brother. “Stop assaulting our guest!”
“I will.” Amrothos gave her a fake smile. “As soon as he stops flirting with my baby sister.”
“Amrothos.” Their father’s voice made her brother flinch. “What is going on?”
“Nothing.” He was quick to say.
Lothíriel took the opportunity to turn to Éomer. “I’m so sorry about this.” She was now serious. “Amrothos is being ridiculous.”
“Your brother is really protective.” Éomer shrugged. “I get it, you are lovely and sweet.” Lothíriel was floating on those words for about three seconds, until he finished his thought. “Of course he has nothing to worry about. I’d never do something like that to your father.”
Ice gripped her heart. “I beg your pardon?”
Éomer cleared his throat. “Your father is a great friend of mine. I wouldn’t flirt with his daughter carelessly.”
“Right.” Lothíriel gave him a smile that was probably too tremulous, so she took a sip of wine to hide it.
Once again she wasn’t a person or a woman. She was just Imrahil’s daughter and because of that she was in this untouchable shelf.
Well, that was the end of that crush.
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Éomer took a sip of his beer as he watched the lights of the city. He could barely wait to get back to Edoras.
He missed the farm, the horses, the work, the people…
Dol Amroth was beautiful, but it wasn’t home.
He put the beer down and looked at his suitcase. Normally he’d have this done already, but he couldn’t concentrate on the task and he needed a distraction. Hence the beer.
He’d hurt Lothíriel’s feelings.
He saw it clear as day on those pretty eyes of hers. She didn’t say anything, just smiled at him and continued to make polite conversation after, but it wasn’t the same.
There were no more secret smiles and sassy remarks from her. Just the plainest, most boring topics of conversation ever.
Éomer imagined it was because he said he wouldn’t flirt with her, but he wasn’t sure why that had made her so sad. She couldn’t possibly…
It didn’t matter anyway. He was leaving, she was staying.
Lothíriel was absolutely lovely -breathtakingly so. But she was also younger and the daughter of a good friend. They were worlds apart.
She’d forget him pretty soon.
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mirrorballtales · 8 months
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Current Top Thirteen Songs I’m Listening to and the Reasons Why I Think You Should Listen to Them Too 💜☀️⛱️🏰⚡️(in no particular order)
1. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift It’s been a looooooooong time coming. I am sorry but this being the opening intro to The Eras Tour is so iconic. I could watch that every single night and cry every single time. I cannot believe I’ll get to experience it twice!!! 🩷
2. I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift “IF A MAN TALKS SHIT THEN I OWE HIM NOTHING.” “They’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one. SO LIGHT ME UP!!!” One of the best live performances ever and definitely the best one in Rep Tour 🖤 🐍
3. Electric Touch (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift God this is one of the best vault tracks. It’s like early 2000s again. You’re on a first date. You’re watching a romcom. You’re absolutely head over heels for the guy or girl. You’re scared. But you take the chance. “ITS EIGHT OH FIVE AND I SEE TWO HEADLIGHTS!!!” 💜
4. Foolish One (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift “Foolish one the day is gonna come for your confessions of love.” 💜 I am so lucky I did not have access to this in High School. ACTUALLY, I could have saved myself a lot of heartache if she had released this from the vault back then. “YOU ARE NOT THE EXCEPTION. YOU WILL NEVER LEARN YOUR LESSON.” Cue the tears!!! The last lines when she sings that. Please I break down.
5. seven by Taylor Swift It’s just beautiful and inspiring. 💚 “And I’ve been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad.”
6. illicit affairs by Taylor Swift “DON’T CALL ME KID. DON’T CALL ME BABY.” I need this song injected into my veins. 💚
7. august by Taylor Swift “SALT AAAAAAIR AND THE RUST ON YOUR DOOR.” I get to hear this, live, in August. Yes I win. 💚
8. Mastermind by Taylor Swift “I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian cause I care” oh I think I wrote this song ;). Yup. I am a mastermind. “You see all the wisest women had to do it this way. . .” 💙🌙
9. Timeless (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift I thought Lover was her most romantic song but this wins. It’s another beautiful vault track. This is for the history girlies. 💜
10. You’re On Your Own Kid by Taylor Swift “I HOSTED PARTIES AND STARVED MY BODY LIKE I’D BE SAVED BY THE PERFECT KISS.” 💙🌙
11. False God by Taylor Swift Listen I Can See You is totally her wanting to f*ck that man. Physical. But False God? Oh it’s subtle. It’s sexy. It’s raw. Carnal. Familiar. It’s a cosmic connection. The worshipping of bodies and souls. It’s deeper. “We might just get away with this. . .” 🩷
12. Dear John (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift Her older voice is my undoing. I break down each and every time. I wish I could tell her how much this song means to me. It truly cradled me in my loneliest nights and saved me in all the ways one can be saved. “Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with. The girl in the dress cried the whole way home. I should have known.” 💜
13. Don’t You (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift This is my number one vault song. And my number 2 all time favorite song. I am sooooo glad I did not have access to this in high school. “I swore I wouldn’t do this.” “Don’t you say you miss me if you don’t want me again.” 🧡
**Bonus songs I rotate with a song from the list above
• Hits Different by Taylor Swift Love this vault track from Midnights. The bridge kills me. CATASTROPHIC BLUES! ARGUMENTATIVE ANTITHETICAL DREAM GIRL 💙🌙
•Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift Just listen to it. Crossing that bridge with Taylor will be the highlight of my life! 🩷
•Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift Do you guys realize she references Castles Crumbling in this song, like, “my castle crumbled overnight.” I am going to throw up. I WANT TO WEAR HIS INITIAL ON A CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK, NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME BUT CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME. I RECALL LATE NOVEMBER HOLDING MY BREATH SLOWLY I SAID YOU DON’T NEED TO SAVE ME BUT WOULD YOU RUNAWAY WITH ME 🖤🐍
•So It Goes by Taylor Swift “You did a number on me but honestly baby who’s counting?” Obsessed!🖤🐍
•Treacherous (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift No explanation. It’s a masterpiece. “And I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands.” ♥️
•Long Live (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift It will sound like gatekeeping, and I promise I am not, BUT, I truly believe you had to have been there from the start to truly appreciate what this song means. To hear this live 12 years ago, and now that it’s hers again, she added to the setlist. I cry. She literally wrote it for us, her fans. This really shows how she does it for us. I get choked up every time. If you didn’t defend her in 2014 when Kim and Kanye lied then sorry you can’t claim this song. I don’t make the rules :) “HOLD ON TO SPINNING AROUND. CONFETTI FALLS TO THE GROUND. MAY THESE MEMORIES BREAK OUR FALL. WILL YOU TAKE A MOMENT? PROMISE ME THIS. THAT YOU’LL STAND BY ME FOREVER BUT IF GOD FORBID FATE SHOULD STEP IN. AND FORCE US INTO A GOODBYE. IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN SOME DAY. WHEN THEY POINT TO THE PICTURES, PLEASE TELL THEM MY NAME. TELL THEM HOW THE CROWDS WENT WILD. TELL THEM HOW I HOPE THEY SHINE. LONG LIVE THE WALLS THAT CRASHED THRU. I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE WITH YOU!” 🏰💜🐉
•Back to December (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift Taylor Lautner remains the best ex-bf ever. And the only one to receive an apology song. One of the best written songs ever. Sorry but TEAM JACOB! 💜
•This Love (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift I could drift into a peaceful slumber with this song. 💙🕶️
•Daylight by Taylor Swift “And I can still see it all in my mind. All of you all of me intertwined.” 🩷
•Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift OH SHE WAS ANGRY. Her twang is so cute. CLASSIC COUNTRY TAY. And she sounds so young. One of the best songs from her debut album. I can’t wait for this re-record. 🦋🩵 BURN BURN BURN BABY BURN!
•New Romantics by Taylor Swift “PLEASE TAKE MY HAND AND PLEASE TAKE ME DANCING AND PLEASE LEAVE ME STRANDED ITS SOOOOO ROMANTIC.” Oh the way I listen to this and just love being young(ish). 💙🕶️
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I have been out the past two nights getting drunk off my ass so I have looooots of thoughts to share with you babe! First (of many more coming your way):
Concert! Going to a concert with miles wood, it’s a band you’ve loved since you were a kid and never had a chance to see. You’re having so much fun and screaming out every song. Miles just loves you so much and is having so much fun watching you have fun! Buying you drinks when you get thirsty stubbornly standing on the merch line even though you told him he didn’t have to because it was so long
THIS! THIS! THIS! Sharing music with the person you love. Singing all the loves songs to them. The stolen glances through it all. Ughhhhh.
His job is to push people the fuck out of the way in GA so you can be exactly where you want to be. There are pushy people all around you, but Miles widens his stance, crossing his arms until his big shoulders take up more than enough space for both of you.
You're oblivious. You're screaming, crying, throwing up at this amazing night. Every lyric is shouted with your fingers punching at the air. You constantly turn around to him, bouncing up and down, thanking him for surprising you with these amazing tickets. He won't let on how annoyed he is at the douche canoe who keeps purposefully brushing up against his back to get him to move forward. One sneer from Miles ends that quick.
"I'm going to get a beer!" You announce.
"No, stay here. I'll go."
"I'm going to get a shirt too though."
"Okay what one do you want?"
"The purple one." You already scoped out the booth when you first came into the venue. "My size-"
"I know your size." He assures you. You grin then pucker your lips for a kiss.
"Thank you, babe." As he leaves, he tosses a parting glare to douche bag that if he crowds your space, he's gonna deal with him when he gets back.
Miles is gone for a looooooooong time. You're kinda aware, mostly not as you dance with the girl next to you. The song ends and you glance over your shoulder as you feel hands on your hips.
"You are so fucking cute." He mumbles into your ear, barely audible over the beginning beat of the next song. "I was watching you in line. Shake that ass some more." You shimmy, grinning when he hands you your beer.
His hands stay around you the rest of the night, at least one of them, cause he's so damn proud that you're here as his girl.
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colorisbyshe · 2 years
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I have a looooooooong and complicated history with Harry Styles. Like I got into One Direction in late 2012 and he was always in my rotation as a top 2/3 member. I have hated him, I have considered a moment at a concert where he splashed water on me to be one of my favorite concert moments of all times, I have written and read essays on everything wrong and right with him... for a decade now.
And I think his biggest issue is he is loooves to have his cake and eat it too. He loves the benefits of being perceived as X thing without the risk of openly being X thing. Doesn’t matter if he actually is X or just pretending he is, he thrives in the ambiguity which just ultimately makes him be very insincere. And also makes the “real” him that accidentally seeps through seem so much sharper in contrast.
For example, the ambiguity around his sexuality. Real, non-celebrity closeted people cannot toe the line with their sexuality and profit from it. But he exploits the ambiguity, the “will he won’t he” come out thing to hold a captive audience. Gay/bi or not, it feels insincere and shitty. But it also makes unfiltered slip ups like “I’m making REAL gay cinema that matters, unlike that horny shit” feel razor sharp because like... either he’s a straight man sexualizing gay media and harping on harmful stereotypes or he really is a closeted man so disconnected from his community that he can shove us and our art down to stand on our shoulders without feeling bad about it. Two very different forms of shittiness with no real way to figure out which one applies, so either criticism ends up being attacked by whoever believes the opposing narrative.
But this applies to... everything. He wants to be perceived as deep and open but refuses to say anything that would ever actually step on toes, so he says a lot of kind of empty, general statements. He’ll unleash 4 different explanations of one song to avoid revealing personal but then sell the album on being his most personal yet. Treat people with kindness but also won’t reign in his rabid fanbase when they attack other people, including his girlfriends.
He wants the reward, not the risk.
And so his entire persona becomes a very, very thought out way of finding the perfect balance of “What can I say/do to garner attention and a very niche brand without alienating anyone,” which ironically becomes alienating the more it continues and often kind of corners him into saying dumb shit like “I want to be in this movie because it feels like a movie you would see at the movies.” Because anything he could actually say about this liberal feminist, controversial-behind-the-scenes film he’s in might piss people off. Or, ironically, might expose how insincere he is.
But the only alternative in that situation is saying something so stupid and empty... people still get pissed off.
And I just don’t think he’s caught on to the fact that this risk vs reward balance thing he’s doing isn’t working anymore. Especially when it leads to him saying shit like “I just haven’t found a social issue that speaks to me yet” during peak BLM  while slapping on rainbow and BLM stickers onto his tiny guitar that only fans will see.
You just reach a point where it doesn’t actually matter what his truth is. What he cares about. If he actually wants to fuck men or not. It just becomes more and more clear he’d rather use a NARRATIVE around it to manipulate a fanbase than ever reveal anything.
And he isn’t unique as a celebrity in that way but it does become more and more cloying because he’s often juxtaposed as unique or more real for things that ultimately just feel like PR tactics.
And it just feels like the ambiguity is just a shield now. Like you can’t criticize me because you can’t be sure what angle I’m really coming from nad it’s like... really? Well I’ll fucking criticize you anyways.
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cosmicenbyollie · 1 year
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Chains of Heart Episode 5 Rambling and Mini-Rant:
Sooooooo…yeah not really sure Chains of Heart knows what it wants to be anymore lol! The beginning of the new episode I thought I was mega-trippin when Ken and Lou were suddenly together. That was probably one of my favorite scenes so far though lol….I love wordless scenes like this and honestly I just wanted to give Lou a hug too with those tears jeezus. 🫠🥺 So many more questions now after seeing some of the wounds on his hands and wrists, which he covers with gloves all the time….and the emotional connection with those wounds seems so intense and devastating…
Other than that…what the frick-fracking-heck is going on in this show anymore?😵‍💫 I feel like I’m sometimes watching an action film— (bathroom fight scene was kinda interesting by the way…but I would have ripped the mask of the attacker’s face after knocking him out rather than enjoying the shower shortly after punching his lights out…that might be just me though lol)—…then there is some kinda romance, some funny moments, and then kinda weirdly cut moments with the side couple….if you aren’t comfortable with on screen intimacy…just don’t shoot it 🤷🏻‍♂️, I’m kinda just fine with their cute interactions once in a while, you can orchestrate really great scenes to show their relationship without a lot of contact and skinship… (and yesterday finally hit me that one of them is also playing in the Past-Senger series)
The script is so all over the place🤦🏻‍♂️, and the arrangement of this whole story that it just became more of an experimental film. Looooooooong “flackbacks” of stuff that truly JUST happened, and not even trimmed down…we just get the whooooooole mother freaking scene AGAIN! 😫Why waste time doing that seriously!? Is it to just add minutes to the episode? Or do you think we have the memory of a goldfish?!? 🫥We have ACTUAL HOLES and LOST TIME in this whole series! 😮‍💨
Did they lose locations or have scheduling issues? Was it budget?🤔 Like, what? It feels like someone truly had never made a movie or series before…there are so many well made moments scattered about and it has potential, but JEEEEEZUS this is the most perplexing trip to watch each week…😮‍💨
At this point I just want to know how it ends.😶😐
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golbrocklovely · 6 months
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Saw your recent answer to an anon and felt a need to respond, I think some people need distractions when going through shit, I know I do.
Maybe that's why Colby kept working when going through the cancer stuff . I know that's not the case for everyone though, some people need breaks when going through shit and some people need distractions, I don't think there's a right way to face that stuff tbh so I try not to judge how people choose to deal with their trauma or hospital stuff cos no 2 people are the same.
I will say I think they need a biiiiiiig, looooooooong holiday now though. I think they have headed back to Las Vegas now though, so hopefully they focus on getting the work done for October and then can go on a big holiday tour for like an extended break.
like i said in the previous ask, i get why he chose the path he did - for a number of reasons. snc have never been the type to not be busy or to know how to have a work/life balance. so when life tries to take over, they still power thru with the work part. and i get having a distraction as well. the only problem is, you can't just outright ignore what is happening to you. sure, in the moment you can, but when things grow quiet and you're alone with your thoughts, you won't be able to survive it. and it's just gonna eat you alive. there is no one right way to process traumatic shit. but ignoring is not gonna solve your issues, is all i'm trying to say.
and yes, i hope they both take the longest break ever, truly. i don't want to see them all of november tbh. hell, throw in december too. i want to be begging for them to come back by the time they are ready to.
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feralchaton · 1 year
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Tagged by @persephone-sighed for 9 songs I've been playing on repeat this past month/year/all my life 🤭😉 Ok maybe not that long...maybe? 😏 Thank you for the tag! ❤ sincerely.
Onto the abridged list of music staples. I did a separate post because, let's face it, these are getting way too looooooooong. Without further ado:
1. There are a few Fiona Apple songs that consistently/constantly resonate, in some way...Criminal, Paperbag...but this one is always the favorite. I think it's the fact that the drums make me feel closer to my dearly departed beatnik uncle.
2. The favorite workout song, keeps great time
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3. "You can't shame me, la dee da, Give or take me, how bizarre. Keep your pretty promise to yourself."
4. OK 3, 2, 1, let's jam... an obsession
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5. The Dandy Warhols were everything at one point this one just...it's a favorite memory, too.
6. And doesn't it make you feel better....? Yes, yes it does.
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7. "Don't look down cause it's far to fall"
8. A favorite, resonates deeply.
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9. Since I was a baby, apparently, I have loved this and it still gets turned up each and every time.
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quirrrky · 2 years
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            𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - @mrskenmakozume​ 
You just finished dancing with your friends, when a tall, dark-haired man approached you. “𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑢,” he extended his hand and held yours with a confident grip. You let him know of your name and he grinned with such charm. “That’s a lovely name. Can I have this dance?” What a player type of energy. You thought but still agreed to his proposal. After all, what’s there to lose? 
Now caged in his arms, he swayed you to the song’s tempo, while your head was filled thoughts. “You look wonderful, by the way.” As expected, he would say that. You replied, “Thanks, you too.” He whispered, “My best friend wants to tell you that as well.” Your eyes widened. “Y-Your best friend?” Kuroo chuckled. “Yeah, Kenma, the fake blondie right there. I’m pretty sure you’re quite acquainted.” You blushed. “W-What?! I-I don’t know I...” He teasingly cut you mid-sentence. “Come on, now. Let’s not beat around the bush. You probably wished he’s the one with you for this last dance.” You blushed even harder. “That’s not true,” you denied and lied big time. “But it’s true that you’re eyeballing each other from across the table throughout the entire duration of the party.” He shot back causing your defeat. Sensing your embarrassment, he sighed. “Look, he’s probably seething right now with me ‘stealing’ you away, but he’s too shy to ask for your name and number nor even introduce himself. I figured that you’re the same too. That’s why....” The realization hit you. “You’re helping him out.” You murmured and Kuroo grinned. “Yes, I’m helping you both out. Say, are you free after this party? Wanna grab a cup of coffee with us before heading home?” You stared at him with wide eyes, faintly answering, “I don’t know....”
“Kuroo,” Kenma cut with annoyance apparent on his face. “Let’s go home. I still have to stream.” Kuroo gave him a mischievous smile. “I invited her to have coffee with us before going home. You’re free, right?” He asked you and for whatever reason, you foolishly nodded your head, agreeing with the plan. Maybe, it’s Kenma’s presence and the eagerness to talk to him. “What now? Are you coming with us or you’re still going to stream while I spend coffee time with her alone?” Kenma scowled at his friend and mumbled. “Fine, I’ll go with you.” Kuroo smirked and winked at you before intentionally heading out first, leaving you and Kenma to walk beside each other.
-/ no favoritism, but yours is looooooooong xD this idea came into mind so I must write it!!!! I kinda liked how this panned out
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I can get so *big sigh, eyeroll* at times about a particular type of radical leftist student, and it is in large part because these kids have all the buzzwords at their fingertips but so little compassion, humility, or ability to stop talking for two minutes and listen to anyone else lol. idk tonight I was in a frustrating small peer review group (my fault for letting them self-select into groups) where two kids monopolized all the feedback time lecturing a third student in really condescending ways about her failure to dismantle white supremacist thinking in this very thoughtfully designed project she’s spent so much time working on and getting feedback on from a wide range of people. (for what it’s worth the two students critiquing her were white and asian american respectively, and the student herself is Black. which is not to say people of color can’t reproduce white supremacy in their work! but this student literally researches implicit bias and stereotypes in media and is thinking a lot about the things they were offhandedly lecturing her on.) anyway then we switched to one of the other students’ projects and she gave this looooooooong buzzword-y lecture about the ‘queer politics of care’ and the ‘racialized question of who is deserving of care’ etc, and finally the first student interrupted and was (nicely and earnestly) like, ‘sorry, I don’t really understand what you mean by care. what is queer care? what does care mean/look like?’ and the student could not really give her an answer, because the student didn’t know.
and it was just one of those moments where I was inwardly like agh this is the problem you know? they have these buzzwords about liberation and care and reparation and radical empathy and abolitionist strategies to dismantle white supremacy etc etc and yet at the end of the day they 1) don’t really even understand what any of that means and 2) will consistently pass up (or fail to even recognize) opportunities to behave in caring ways towards the people around them. you know what care looks like in that classroom workshop situation? it looks like putting your phone away and listening deeply, with an open and curious mind, to the person who is sharing something they’ve poured an immense amount of time and energy into. it’s asking questions to understand their perspective & what they’re trying to do more deeply instead of assuming that you know everything about their work already (and better than they ever could). it’s using the space of that interaction to make someone feel like you took them and their ideas seriously—seriously enough to raise points of concern, or to work with them to figure out how to fill gaps or reconceive of the piece of the project that wasn’t working. care is just, simply, listening to people with a focus on what you can learn from them and how you can help them achieve their visions, instead of moving to immediately shut them down or score a point against them.
the empathy vacuum in radical leftist youth politics is so real and it can just be like, searing to touch or feel, you know? and I try (and could try harder sigh) to have empathy for those kids because I know they’re searching too and they are probably using this language or this defiant posture to try to explain things about their own lives or about the injustices they see around them. but those are the kids who make you leave a meeting or a small group feeling exhausted and drained. and it’s amazing how different it feels, physically and emotionally, to spend time with a kid like that vs. the kids who are deep listeners, who might not have all the in-your-face political critiques ready to hand but are compassionate, curious, humble, and grappling with the nuance and messiness of trying to be a good person in an unjust world. that second category of kid I could talk to for hours, and I stay in touch with them because it’s a real genuine joy to listen to how they see/process the world. spending time in that kind of person’s company makes me feel like I just reconnected to the lifesource, yknow? I feel spiritually replenished and calmer/more centered and ready to work hard on the things I care about. idk. this isn’t really going anywhere I just wanted to record the thought because that 75 min peer workshop today was such a ‘wow there it is in a microcosm!’ experience.
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