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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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Kinesthetic learner

Request:

Eddie Munson x Male reader

CW: smut, heavy dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, degradation, overstim, possessive kink, no prep no protect, a lot of dialogue for some reason.

An: I was listening to Rob zombie while writing this, man's music does wonders to me, but I also feel like the actual smut is a little short, this was a little rushed and I don't really like it

taglist: @deddiemunson

WOMEN DNI

"Oh come on, you can't be that much of a bore!"

Y/N exhaled, lowering the book to his knees, death staring the guy sitting next to him, Eddie's hands tangled in his hair, legs crossed in front of his torso, as he looked at his "tutor" with a slight disappointment.

"In fact, no, I am not. If you didn't notice, I'm not a big fan of all this either. I wouldn't be here, only if I had the option."

"Really?", Munson smirked, shifting in the chair, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, "That's a shame... I'd hope you would at least get some kind of sympathy for me, all this time..."

He sighed, pretending to pout and look down, his eyes switching to Y/N from time to time. The other, however, left unresponsive to Eddie's playful attempts, maintaining his death gaze, left eye twitching. Rightfully so, not everyone could be cheerful and playful after four hours of tutoring Eddie Munson. Well, tutoring is a stretch. More like trying to tutor, while he is acting like a three year old who's being forced to eat his veggies. It was seriously pissing L/N off.

***

"Hi Eddie. I expect you over at my house today, at 6. I believe you have a project in science for-"

"Ooh...", Munson turned around, facing the guy talking to him, while slowly leaning against the lockers, crossing his arms, "Yeah, sorry, no can do. Not today, at least. You see, a new campaign is going to start, right on Monday, and I really, really, need to finish it, you gotta cut me some slack here, man. I'm struggling!"

"Sorry, but I can't just tell the teacher that I cancelled our meeting, I remind you, once again, just because you need to go do nothing all evening."

He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to look at L/N with the most confused and offended expression possible.

"Yeah, sorry, I- Hah, I think you didn't quite catch me. I'm not going to be doing nothing, alright? It's extremely important to write down every single detail of the campaign, even if I'm a good improviser, that won't save me when-"

"When the teacher is going to ask you, once again, to be the first one presenting your project. But it's alright, I guess you could just present them your D&D campaign, right?"

Eddie bit his lip, lowering himself against the lockers, eyes darting somewhere down, while scratching his cheek. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his brain, he switched his gaze back to Y/N, a smile growing on his lips.

"Do you think that could work?"

***

Munson went up to his trailer, whistling some songs to himself, keys swinging on a finger.

"Look who finally decided to show up!"

Eddie almost jumped at the unexpected voice coming from behind. There stood no other than Y/N, his lips pursed, brows furrowed, and the familiar death gaze almost burned a hole in Munson's forehead. The other guy, however, smiled, hooking his hands behind his back, hips swaying in a playful manner.

"Heey there, L/N! What are you doing here? Wait! Don't answer!", he put a hand in front of him, hips freezing for some time, before the stretched out hand went back up to his chin, stroking it, as if mimicking thinking. Immediately after which, he retrained the hand back behind his back, jumping on his two, "Yes! I will go out with you! I was starting to think you wouldn't ask, man, I was kind of scared that-"

"I'm not here to ask you out, stop playing one of your games, I've been waiting here for almost an hour, and the only thing that was keeping me here was the thought, that I would get to tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are."

With the playful expression dying off Eddie's face, his hands wandering back to his sides, blinking a couple of times, he pursed his lips, eyes darting away from the other guy.

"Sorry, what'd I do?"

"You can't be fucking serious, can you?"

L/N watch in disbelief, as Munson shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, looking back at his tutor, waiting for a verdict of his guilt.

"Eddie, this was the last chance on this week's meeting. We had one planned on Tuesday, but you couldn't show up, so we moved it to Wednesday. But when I went to your house on Wednesday, we studied for exactly fifteen minutes before you had to go somewhere. So we moved a meeting on today. At seven. And you didn't fucking show up, and apparently, you don't even know we had a meeting?"

"Oh..." Munson scratched his back, loudly inhaling and biting his lower lip, his other hand sticking to his side, as if glued on, "Yeah, sorry, I... I didn't really... Remember, y'know? I had band practice and..."

***

"Heyy! Earth to Y/N? Where are you?"

Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Y/N's face, as the other one blinked, coming back to the present.

"Oh hey, handsome. There you are, what were you thinking about, hm? Was it about me?"

L/N’s gaze met Eddie’s, as he processed the smug smile on the guy’s face. And in this exact moment, the face made him unbelievably mad.

“Well? Are you going to tell me what were you think-”

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” Y/N stood up from his chair, towering over Munson, “I’m tired of your childish antics, and the way you treat this whole thing. You always have something better to do, making me run around searching for you like a lovesick teenage girl, as if I don’t have anything better to do. Do you know how many plans I had to move and cancel because of you, huh?”

Eddie gulped down, trying to move away from Y/N, lowering off from his chair, holding up his hands in defense. “Hey, um- I’m sorry, dude, I promise we can figure this-”

“Oh yeah, you should be sorry, Munson. I neglected sleep and important health routines to come to your house, only to receive nothing but a bunch of disrespect towards me and my time. I don’t know what kind of a romantic scenario from a teen’s book you think this is, but I don’t like all of this, I don’t find your pathetic attempts at flirting cute, or entertaining anymore. You want to know what I think? I think you’re nothing but a noisy, annoying, disobedient brat.”

Eddie exhaled loudly, the look in his eyes shifting from pure fear to something more, as his thighs rubbed together, tongue wandering over his lips, “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” his voice fell quieter, hands wondering closer to Y/n, but still not touching him.

L/N furrowed his brows, back straightening up, trying to read the expression on the others face. But boring into his big, brown, pleading eyes just irritated him more. Y/N grabbed Munson’s chin, holding his face to look himself directly in the eyes.

“You’ll have to do a lot, that’s for sure, you little fucker. What possibly do you have to offer that would make up for all the time I wasted on you?”

Instead of answering, Eddie slightly opened his mouth, his wet tongue pushing past his lips, as it touched and massaged Y/N’s thumb, being so conveniently pressed almost against his lips, all while not breaking intense eye contact even for a second. L/N furrowed his brows, quickly pulling his arm away, looking at Munson, sitting in front of him in somewhat of disbelief and confusion. He began wiping his hand on his shirt, until an idea popped into his head.

It was clear what the Dungeon Master was hinting at, not that it wasn't unexpected: he always was pretty flirty with the other, clearly expressing his interest. And even if Y/N was unbelievably annoyed by almost every single one of his actions and words, he couldn't deny that Eddie was quite attractive.

Slowing down the hand motion, Y/N came back closer, once again towering over Munson, a predatory look in his face, which made the other one's breath faster. Without any words, L/N's hand wandered into Eddie's hair, and pulled his head up to meet his own face, their lips smashing together.

Eddie moaned from suddenness of the contact, desperately griping Y/N by the shoulders and moaning into the kiss. Their teeth clashed together, saliva dropping down both of their chins. Munson moaned once again, grinding his crotch into L/N's leg, to which, much to Eddie's disappointment, Y/N pulled away, licking his lips and admiring his work while still holding other guy's hair in his iron grip.

"Get on your knees. And don't waste my time."

Munson quickly nodded, still not completely processing what was going on, as he got on his knees, looking up at his partner, as he removed his belt and undid his pants, slowly massaging his shaft through boxers. It wasn't long, before Y/N's dick was out and almost touching Eddie's nose. Licking his lips and quickly switching his eyes to the others face to get permission, Munson carefully opened his lips and the head of L/N's cock disappeared in his warm mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Y/N hissed, once again tangling his hand in Eddie's hair, pushing himself down his throat, moaning, "Your mouth is so warm... Doesn't look like you struggle that much, you do this a lot?"

Munson tried shaking his head or making a noise of disapproval, but he could only whimper and choke on the massive cock occupying his mouth. L/N chuckled at the others attempts at communicating.

"You know that's not true. Eddie The Freak Munson, is also a pathetic little cocksucker. I wonder why didn't you just use your pretty little mouth to pass your classes, huh? I wouldn't be here right now, if you were just smart enough to... Oh fuck... To use the skills you have."

Eddie moaned around the shaft, as he tried to take even more in his throat, his pretty eyes watering, as he looked up to look Y/N in the face, pulling at his hips.

"Eager, baby? Don't worry, you'll get more in a second."

Y/N smiled darkly, as he pulled out of Munson's throat, leaving saliva dropping from his gaping mouth, catching air.

"Thank you... S-so much, I... I wanted this for so long..."

"Oh, don't worry, you made that really obvious. Now don't waste more of my time, and get on the bed. Get those clothes out of my way."

Eddie happily obliged, getting undressed just in seconds, climbing on the soft sheets, laying down, hair spread out, thighs rubbing against one another, trying somehow to make the growing erection better. As Y/N climbed in after him, his shirt discarded somewhere in the room, Munson bit his lip, eyes exploring the exposed body of another guy. L/N spread Eddie's legs apart himself, titling the other body, that way his cock pressed right against Munson's tight asshole.

"Wait- You're not... You're not going to... Y'know, prep?"

Y/N looked at Eddie, once again, with the familiar death gaze, loudly exhaling.

"You don't deserve to be. I'm not wasting my time on you, once again."

And with that, wasting no time, he pushed in, Eddie's loud moans bouncing off the room's walls. Y/N groaned, still waiting for some time, before pushing even forward, drowning another prolonged moan from his partner. Munson moaned, tears dripping down his cheeks, his eyes squinting, as the tearing pain went up his whole body from the sudden penetration. And even though it felt like thunderbolt of pain went up his whole inside, along with it, a wave of a different feeling came rushing straight to his brain, making him almost short-circuit. Mind clouding pleasure filled his thoughts, as everything Eddie could feel was L/N's big cock exploring his insides.

"Just like that. You fucking whore. What are you smiling for? You like that don't you? You like it when I fuck your brains out? Huh? Answer me."

Munson whimpered, hardly capable of any coherent words, as every single thought of his was fucked out by the next thrust of Y/N's hips,"Y-yeah... I like it...", Was all he could muster up, before his eyes rolled back, high-pitched moans escaping his throat.

L/N sped up, biting his own lips, with a loud spanking noise landing a hand on Eddie's ass, earning a pained whimper from him, "That's fucking right. Take it, you mouthy slut. That's what you get for being such a brat," with another spank.

With a loud moan and a shiver down his whole body, Eddie came, spilling on his stomach, eyes closing.

"You loved it a little too much, I see." Y/N smiled, wiping the cum off Munson's stomach, before pushing cum covered fingers up to his lips, "Clean up the mess you made, bitch."

As an obedient little slut he is, Eddie opened his mouth, gladly taking the fingers in his mouth and letting his tongue explore, sucking and licking them clean.

"That's a good whore."

Munson moaned at that, his hand rolling onto his eyes, as his whole body shook from the thrusts. Lips trembling with overstimulation, his spent cock getting red and hardening a little.

"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for being so bad... I-I love your dick. I love your dick so- so much, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, rewarding Eddie with a particularly deep thrust, before resuming his merciless pace, while gripping at the others thighs.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more, baby boy."

Eddie gulped, trying harder to form a sentence, "It was a while since... Since someone pounded me like this, ah! Ha... Please, use my fucking hole... I wanted that big cock of yours for awhile. If- if you want... You could be the only one who's allowed to use it."

Munson moaned, once again rolling his eyes back, as he felt another climax nearing. He lifted up his legs in the air, hooking them up behind Y/N's back to pull him even closer. L/N groaned, biting down into Eddie's neck, exploring it with his tongue and teeth.

"Mark me! I'm all yours, Y/N! All yours! I'm sorry for being such a bad boy, I'm going to behave!", Tears trickled down to Eddie's open mouth, mixing with his saliva.

"That's what I needed to hear, baby," L/N groaned in Munson's ear, as his thrusts became more sloppy, his hand gripping Eddie's ass.

"Please, give me your load! Please, please, please, Y/N! You can use me like that whenever you want! Whenever you're not satisfied with my behaviour! I'm yours, your little fucktoy!"

Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, as he came again, feeling that Y/N did soon after, too, his seed spilling inside Munson, as he moaned, throwing his head up.

Eddie quietly whimpered, as his partner layed beside him, both sweaty and breathing heavily.

"I will not be... Late at any of our meetings... Ever again."

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sigynsilica · 10 months

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Conservatives be like "tHey'Re tRyiNg tO dEcOnStrUcT tHe fAmiLy uNiT"

Yes. Exactly. That is exactly my goal in life.

Then they be like "wElL yOu mUsT wAnT tHe wOrLd tO bE fUlL oF siNgLe pAreNtS"

You think it's LESS family I want? You have it backwards. It's MORE.

Let me explain.

One of the most integral parts of humanity is community. Humans are pack animals. We do better in groups, physically, mentally, and spiritually. Everything humans have accomplished, they did via teamwork.

This is a leading reason why I'm a socialist, because Capitalism is, by definition, the advancement of the individual over the collective. That's a concept that goes against human nature. Capitalism gives credit to one person for what a team of people did, and allows that one person to decide for themself what portions of the benefits of creating something goes to who. This despite the fact that the creation would not and could not be possible without the whole team of people. Even if one person creates one thing, they could not do it without materials harvested or tools invented or concepts thought of by someone else. Somewhere down the line, someone was pushing the buttons.

It's a very isolationist way of thinking, to claim that a CEO deserves more money for producing a product than the assembly line workers who actually made the thing.

This mindset has then been projected onto basically every single aspect of American life. (I can't speak for other countries because I've never been anywhere else)

People are their own human, and that means they can't ask for help. Collaboration is a myth, and the credit for anything really only goes to the head of the endeavor.

Enter the nuclear family.

One mom, one dad, and an assortment of children. The mom stays home and raises the kiddos and cleans the house and makes sure everyone has clean underwear and also finds time for sanity somewhere, while the dad works his butt off at a crappy corporate hellhole of a job. Add in some fundamental Christianity, because America Is A Christian Nation apparently, and you have pressure to homeschool. This only further enforces the isolation, the individual, the Doing Everything By Yourself as the only way to go.

This is why so many conservatives and fundamentalists like the Duggars so much. Think of it! Twenty homeschooled fundamentalist Baptist children, all raised to believe in God, while the dad does Politics and Mission Stuff at the church and the mom homeschools All of them.

And of course you have friends, right? But woe upon thee if your house isn't spick-and-span or the children are being disruptive when they come over. They can't see your mess. They can't see your imperfections. Nobody actually goes to their neighbors to ask for a cup of sugar. You should buy your own sugar. Jeez.

In this mindset and mentality, if your children are "unruly", that reflects badly on you as a parent. Your children are seen as an extension of yourself, and if you don't have everything in your life put together, you're getting judged by randos in the grocery store, now. If both parents need to work, just send your kid to the local daycare. What's that? You can't afford daycare? Hire a babysitter. What's that? You can't afford a babysitter? Hm. More judgement. Get the kid's granny to watch them or something.

So here's the facts. The more adults a child has in their life who show them support and are a safe environment for the child, the more the child will be likely to succeed in their adult life.

And by that definition, yes. I want to destroy the family unit. I want it gone.

The notion that if the two people who were directly responsible for the child's existence can't adequately provide for their child, that's it's a moral failing on their part? That's bullshit. I want it gone. If you need help raising a child, so does everyone else, and it should be socially okay to reach out to a trusted member of your community for help. It should also be socially okay for someone who you trust to want to care for a child with no financial compensation. Children are delightful.

Taking care of a child is hard work. Someone has to be on call 100% of the time for at least the first ten years of that kid's life.

Of course, in making the decision to have children, a parent should consider their capability of caring for the kid. But it shouldn't be their capability of caring for a kid ALONE. No one should have to raise a child alone.

Every parent should have a full support system to fall back on. Every person, let alone parent, should have a community of people who would be willing to help care for other people in their community, especially vulnerable people in that community, like children.

This is what I mean when I say I do want to destroy the family unit. I don't want any child to have to grow up in an environment where the only people who feel responsible for their safety are their parents.

Of course parents are responsible for a kid's safety, more than any other people on the planet, because the parents were the ones who chose to bring the kid into the world.

But they are not the only ones. They should not be alone. There should be no more talk of "well, your parents ought to teach you how to behave," because children learn from everything and everyone around them. You can't stop that. Not even if you try.

The thing is, parents should not, and cannot be the ultimate authority on life for their kids. My parents tried, while simultaneously insisting they weren't perfect, but if you grow up thinking only two people who are Biblically one person are the only ones who are right about things, you're going to have a lot of unlearning to do, no matter who those people are.

Humans, all of us, have a responsibility to look out for each other. Community is our greatest strength, and it's founded on the principle of all of us in a community having each other's backs.

So no more Two Heterosexual People being an island and a solitary beacon of what a family is supposed to be. A family is a community, and we all look out for each other. We all make sure we're safe and we have what we need to live. And we all teach each other things about how the world is.

#youth liberation #boo to christian family values #the whole world is my family #all for one and one for all #exvangelical #deconstructing conservative culture

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littleseasalt · 7 months

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I'm so interested in the idea of q!jaiden and q!forever being parallels, ive never considered that much before! Would you mind elaborating on why you think that?? Especially cause im a big jaiden fan but i don't watch forever much!!

Oh, sure!

The main thing you need to get between q! forever and q!jaiden parallels is q!forever's reason for mistrusting q!jaiden. Basically the whole heated thing the fandom does between them and brings up every once in a while. And q!forever's reason has always been that he knew that if he was in q!jaiden's place, he would have done worse. Had it been Richas the one who died, q!forever knew he would be doing anything to have Richas back, or to avenge him somehow. And we do see he was true to his word when he got extremely angry and wanted to blow up the island and everyone. Forever mistrusted Jaiden (will be dropping the q! because honestly tiresome to type it out everytime on the cellphone) because he was projecting, he wouldn't trust himself if he was in her place.

Also a small note but something that I see people bring out often- Forever is the most motherly father of Richas. Like literally you could make a list of all the scenes where he acted exactly like a Brazilian mom would act.

Then we get to the happy pills arc, where Forever, drugged to a illusional state, sees a rock as his own son. He builds a secret place at his home, where he hides richarlystone for his drugged mind happy delusional state, gets a bunch of pictures of richas' family and puts up on the wall. Isn't it somewhat similar to jaiden's house at bobby fields?

Now, I personally don't like comparing much drugged forever to jaiden because. hey he was fucking drugged and not in the control of his mind, but I can't deny there is somewhat of a parallel here.

It gets more clear when Jaiden herself ends up seeing the house, and at first she gets weirded out, then proceeds to say something along the lines of understanding it and everyone grieves on a different way (I can't remember exactly her words sorry, can't really check her vod rn too), THEN, she finds a secret waystone on the place that is named "forevers weird place". Now compare that to Forever following Jaiden and Cucurucho to bobby fields and putting up a waystone "Jaiden secret house", finding the place filled with Bobby pictures weird, then proceeding to say he would do worse if he was at her place. Aren't those two situations extremely familiar?

Now, the reason I put the parallels as an answer is because of something I've seeing some people point out on twitter, although I personally don't agree with it fully.

Forever is happy that he got put on drugs by Cucurucho because otherwise he would have blown up the island. Despite how horrible being forcibly drugged was, he is somewhat glad that it happened. (now this is the part where I don't fully agree with what people are pointing out) Immediately after he woke up, Cucurucho goes and check on him, ask how he's been doing, ask if he needs more of the drugs. Yesterday, Cucurucho asked him again how he's doing, about his health. Cucurucho is somewhat being nice towards him. This would be similar to Cucurucho approaching a grieving Jaiden and manipulating her. So I've seen some people who are expecting Forever to end up more fed friendly today, like what happened to Jaiden. I personally don't fully agree with this analysis of Forever accepting that due to the friendliness being showed, but oh well.

I'm sure there's probably a lot more I could point out that I'm missing or forgetting- maybe other fellow Jaiden and Forever enjoyers could add on to this post, but currently I'm typing this while working on a college work to write with two friends, so sorry if something crucial slipped out of my mind LMAO. hope this post was somewhat helpful!

#asks #qsmp #qsmp forever #qsmp jaiden

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knickynoo · 6 months

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Headcanons for what Marty and Jennifer are like as parents, and how Doc/his family interact with the kids?

Anon, this is such a late reply, and I'm sorry. I'm making a concerted effort to finally get to some of the asks I've been neglecting.

Also, I'm almost positive that I once made a post of Marty and Jen as parents headcanons, but I must have forgotten to add a link in my pinned post, and the Tumblr search function is useless, so I can't find it. Anyway, I may end up repeating some of what I put in there or even contradicting it, lol.

Of course, I'm going with the improved, happy Jen and Marty marriage timeline for this. So, as parents, they're a pretty united front. They're both very involved in all aspects of the kids' lives from the start and excited to embark on such a wonderful journey for their family.

Being first-time parents and also having twins leaves Marty and Jen utterly exhausted for, like, a solid year or two. They're happy, but they're tired. As such, they're sure to divide up the work, take over for the other when needed, and also rely pretty heavily on family for support. Jen's parents help out a lot, as do George and Lorraine. I can see Aunt Linda and Uncle Dave stopping by a good deal as well to help with tasks around the house or just watch the twins for a little while so Marty and Jen can sleep.

Doc and Clara play a very big role in the kids' lives! Of course! Doc and Clara love those McFly kids!!! Makes me lose my mind to think about. They don't even wait to be called upon or anything; they just show up at the house, announce they're taking Junior and Marlene for the day, hand a home-cooked meal to Jen and Marty, and then leave. Marty and Jen are incredibly thankful for their help, and Doc and Clara love having babies around again.

Doc is like the very chaotic uncle, but in like...the most responsible way. He's got Dad-Mode down pat at this point, and he slips right into it with Junior and Marlene, but he also knows how to let them have some (supervised) wild fun. He plays games that teach them science concepts and lets them help with small projects of his when they're able to do it safely. He also reads lots of Jules Verne to them. Marty definitely calls Doc one day and goes, "Junior and Marlene are playing an elaborate game of Around the World in 80 Days outside. Can I assume this is your influence?" The kids also start digging a giant hole in the yard at some point, and that's how Marty and Jen know they've started reading Journey to the Center of the Earth.

Clara absolutely dotes on the twins every opportunity she gets. They both find such comfort in her presence and love spending time with her. She has a special place in her heart for Junior. On nice nights, she takes Junior and Marlene outside to sit on blankets and look at the stars. She teaches them about the constellations and the stories that go with them.

Okay, this is something I know I mentioned in that other post I can't find: Marty writes individual songs for Junior and Marlene that he sings to them at night. It starts off as something he does to help them sleep at night, but it's a tradition that continues until the kids are much older.

Jennifer likes to involve the kids in as many experiences as possible, so she's always looking for little art classes they can take, museums to take them to, hobbies to introduce to them, etc. She also sets aside days every so often where she just takes one kid along for an afternoon of doing something special with them that align to their interests. Maybe on those days, Marty takes the other kid and does the same.

Lately, I've been thinking about Marty and Jen having a third child at some point and what that scenario would look like. One thing I know for sure is that they would not have an "M" name.

You'd sent this ask in late September, and I ended up writing two Doctober chapters that include Marty, Jen, the kids, and Doc and Clara! I'll link them in case anyone might be interested :) HERE & HERE

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #back to the future #bttf

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goldenpinof · 7 months

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Gonna tinhat in your asks just because

I feel like it really WAS supposed to be a hiatus. They stepped away from the gaming channel and joint content bc Dan had a lot of projects he wanted to work on (the more serious content like big, the YouTube show, maybe even the solo tour) just to stretch his creative limbs and bc they needed to sort out the house/move, and uploading through all of that would be stressful. They were probably thinking 2-3 years tops. And then the world blew up and half of Dan's plans blew up with it

I feel like this return is GENUINE, like they've wanted to do it and just haven't been able to yet because Dan wasn't done with his stuff

i see that you have good points. it was very convenient to not have a gaming channel when they ended up living in a filming apartment with 0 space. but Dan constantly saying (through Phil sometimes) that he doesn't want to make that type of content anymore and doesn't want the gaming channel to return... it was very telling. only Phil was saying "maybe" because he was the only one actually wanting and needing it. that "maybe" was saved in case everything else went down. like a safety blanket that they always could pull out. which they did.

i understand Dan wanting a hiatus of sorts. he was burnt out. 2018 was a crazy year! it's just.. the vibes we started getting right after were very final. "Dan doesn't want it" was a final statement. and maybe he didn't want it because of other projects. he basically killed DanandPhil brand at some point, it was very apparent that he wanted to get out of that label. that he wanted a name outside a very successful duo they built throughout almost a decade. and it was fucking hard for him, you know. i understand that. the 1st project was ruined by youtube and covid. the company that he gave 10 years of his life let him down. it's a rough fucking start for a name building.

i'm simplifying a lot here, bear with me :))

i think the wad tour opened Dan's eyes a little bit. and i will take it as a win in the end of the day. it was starting very well and promising. the concept and 1st promo materials were well done. but then everything started wobbling and neither Dan nor his team was ready to deal with problems fast enough. and in contrary to how fuckups didn't really make a difference during ii NOW they made a difference. Dan couldn't make a name between 2019 and 2022, so he started going back and forth with his content. sometimes it wasn't clear who was the main target for videos, announcements and promos. i still don't know who initially was the target audience for his book. it can't be us! we know everything he wrote there. but marketing was so non-existent, it's scary how it could flop if he didn't have an audience based on DanandPhil™. his tour had somewhat of an audience also only because of the branding he was so determined to escape. although, there was a moment when he tried to advertise it for a wider audience, wasn't it? especially in the UK, where they had actual posters in the cities outside the venues. i remember having questions about why marketing shifted throughout the tour (while the script stayed the same! loser). i can't say that dystopia daily even had a target audience in mind rfbhfjekeeo

what i'm trying to say is, something changed in Dan's mind. there was a series of events that made him realise that coming back to dnpgames wasn't actually a bad idea. the European leg of his tour was the biggest mess i've ever seen. the fact that Dan explicitly threw shade on people he worked with only confirmed how bad things were. the search for a new management team, constant postponing of wad dvd, Phil's recycling content, and god knows what else – maybe it made him realise that a familiar content on a channel that everyone loves so much and will give views (and money) is what's best right now. new projects are always a risk. dnpgames isn't. and he still can work on something alongside. especially if he finally has new managers who will fight for his interests and property communicate with people they happened to work with. (allegedly. we don't know if he actually got new representatives).

if he actually had a 2-3 years plan (even 5 years plan, idc), the communicative language should have been different. but the only vibe i was getting from him right till yesterday was "i don't what to do what y'all are suggesting. period." and then he is talking about hope on twitter?! bro, as if it wasn't in your hands all this time 😭 i love him and i wish him all the best, and i'm rooting for his career more than for my own. but damn, does he not make it easy 😂

P.S. if turns out i'm wrong, forget i ever said anything. Thanos your memory out <3

#oof #i wasn't ready to talk about it #dnpgames #dan #wad #answered

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lgbtlunaverse · 11 months

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Could someone tell me where the interpretation that, in book canon, the promotion Nie Mingjue gives Meng Yao made Meng Yao's life worse than it was before, came from?

I have seen that claim made multiple times now and I've looked at the text over and over trying to see where the basis for it is and I. Can't find it? Don't get me wrong, it absolutely spells out that it does not and cannot fix everything for Meng Yao, but the idea that it was actively bad for him?

Lacking other evidence, I kind of have to assume that it comes from cql canon being sort of projected backwards onto book canon. In cql canon, meng yao is suffering active and explicit bullying and abuse from the captain while under the nie, and does so because the capain believes he has risen above his station via nmj's promotion of him. (In book canon this... isn't happening. It happens with the captain in Langya instead) However, in cql canon he has also been with the nie for years and is openly close to both Nie Mingjue and Nie Huasiang, whereas in book canon he has only been working with nie mingjue for a few months (though has, in that time, apparently become close enough to him for Lan Xichen to explicitly state Meng Yao is able to calm nmj down in ways no one else can? Ofc he does this... Right after that stops being true. But. Food for thought. Not what this post is about tho.) So, if you project the much more explicit abuse from the nie sect captain in cql back on novel jgy who has a presumably much less stable position in the sect overall you get... a meng yao for whom the promotion only means a bigger target on his back and virtually no protection from nmj, who we must assume he can't trust to talk to his about because he never mentions it. (This also explicitly violates book canon when it comes to meng yao's general behaviour, we'll talk about that in a sec)

And look. We all do frankencanon in this house. I get it. And for fanfiction that is very fun. But for a serious reading of the character, his situation, and the actions that lead from that this... doesn't make much sense, in my opinion.

So. Why is that? Why did I say this was out of character for the novel? Because Meng yao spoke up about the jin captain mistreating him. Multiple times! It's just that none of it mattered because no one cared to listen to him. This is a pretty important line for his character because it flatly shows that meng yao is not and has never seen murder as something trivial. He's not trigger happy. He will only do it if he sees no other way out that doesn't end in himself being seriously harmed. (Whether he's right or justified in these cases is not the point of this post.)

If anything remotely similar was happening in the Nie sect, he would have said so. Cql Meng Yao doesn't do this because cql Meng Yao is a different character, and also the plot wouldn't work if he did. Cql Nie Mingjue, by extension, comes off as a fundamentally less trustworthy figure in cql Meng Yao's life because apparently for whatever reason, he cannot be trusted with the information that the deputy he has already publicly defended is still being harassed, and doesn't notice even when it is really blatant. The assumtpion the audience is given is that, like a middle schooler getting the principal involved when being bullied, it would only make the harassment more viscious.

This... actually has a somewhat solid basis in the book. Because after nmj yells at the bullies in question Wei Wuxian says this.

And it is important to keep in mind that this is Wei Wuxian saying this. Not Meng Yao, not an omniscient narrator. Wei wuxian is drawing on his own experiences, likely from the Jiang family, to conclude that if someone is angry at you and thwarted by someone defending you, this generally does not make them less angry at you.

This is leaving out two crucial things, though.

Firstly, this worry isn't about the promotion at all.

The promotion hasn't even been brought up. In the novel it doesn't ctually happen immediately, it takes another few battles where meng yao continues to do his job well and nie mingjue continues praising him for him to eventually go "yeah, you deserve a raise."

This is another aspect that is being projected from cql canon onto book canon I presume, because it does happen quite quickly there, and it's a throwaway line in the books so it's easy to miss. I can't be mad about anyone forgetting the difference, but it is important to mention for this particular analysis.

Which is the second point: change in status

Wei Wuxian couldn't exactly change status within the Jiang family. (And if he could, that would just fuel rumours that he was jfm's bastard even more and make madam yu even angrier at him, etc etc.)

This isn't comparable to Meng Yao. The worry Wei Wuxian is talking about is explitly about Nie Mingjue's initial very loud defense of him. Before he has any idea Nie Mingjue is going to promote him.

Promoting him would likely decrease his chances of cultivators coming after him because now he was in a higher standing in the sect than they were. If applied to that earlier metaphor of middle school bullying it's like if the bullied kid suddenly got hired as a teacher. Which. Doesn't work with the metaphor at all. Touché. But what I am trying to say is that any payback they would have planned for him relied on the fact that they could make sure that Nie Mingjue wasn't going to be within very convenient earshot a second time, and as a random disciple Meng Yao couldn't just go complain to him every time.

But as his right hand man? Who spends most of his time working directly alongside him? Lmao. Good luck. Oh, sure, it is very likely that they feel offended a son of a whore has been raised in status above them, and many will continue to do so as jgy rises through cultivation society (in fact, Wei Wuxian's observations are absolutely on point for how Madam Jin will be treating jgy later on). But as we can also see from the way jgy is treated and how he treats others throughout the story: you can be upset all you want, but if that person is higher than you in status there's jack shit you can do about it.

If I am correct and Wei Wuxian is basing this on his experiences with the Jiang family, it makes sense why he'd miss this. Madam Yu gets to be way angrier at Jiang Fengmian as his wife than some random disciples can be at Nie Mingjue. Insulting Meng Yao, suggesting that he didn't deserve his promotion or that he earned it through less than proper means (you know who is mother is) is also an insult to Nie Mingjue and the way he chooses to run his sect. They can't do that.

Another thing I see brought up in this regard would be the tea scene. There may be no explicit harassment like in the show, but cultivators still don't respect him! The disrespect is just quieter and more subtle.

Tiny detail: these are actually not Nie cultivators

They're cultivators Lan Xichen is escorting with him, making a pitstop in heijan.

The book confirms this by basically outright stating that this is the first time they see his face, and recognize him as Jin Guangshan's bastard son.

Now, just because there is no proof that it happened doesn't mean it definitely never happened. Mdzs is a novel that often leaves stuff out or up to interpretation. Similar stuff to the tea situtation could very well be happening in the background. But I do think it is pretty significant that there is no mention whatsoever of Meng Yao having any negative treatment from Nie cultivators betwen him and Nie Mingjue meeting and him executing them while spying for Wen Ruohan, and the most we get is Wei Wuxian's personal speculation, after which he immediately goes to wax poetic about how surprised he is that Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue are getting along super well.

And, again, novel Meng Yao would have said something. He doesn't say anything about the tea scene. - Or? Does he? Notably 3zun have some very long in depth conversations that Wei Wuxian zones out from because he's busy thinking about Lan Zhan again. But let's not rely on what-ifs. Let's say that neither he nor Lan Xichen find it worth bringing up. Major reasons for that would be that a) these are not nie cultivators, nie mingjue wouldn't really have the authority to scold them. Especially because b) it's such a subtle offense it could easily be handwaved as coincidence. "They just always brush their cups clean like that!! It's wartime you know, and they were traveling! They're used to drinking from vessels that aren't thoroughly washed everytime! It's just a habit!" And would therefore not be worth reporting.

But anything worse than that? A "price tens or hundreds of times greater" like wwx mentions? He'd report it! I do understand that "well if it was happening why didn't he say something?" would, in real life, be victim blaming. This is not real life, and I am not talking about this in a matter of blame. If Meng Yao was being mistreated in the Nie and stayed silent about it, it would still not be his fault. I am talking about this in a manner of character consistency.

His admission of seeking help in the Jin sect shows that at that time and prior to it (a very good argument can be made that he loses faith in this idea) he believes that if he is being mistreated and someone with the authority to say something about it takes his side, things can improve. If Nie Mingjue standing up for him in Qinghe only made things worse, he would not have tried to ask for help in an even more hostile environment. You can call Meng Yao many things, but naïve isn't one of them.

Meng yao's later habit of completely isolating himself and lying to everyone around him comes from the fact that revealing his suffering would mean explaining several horrible things he's become complicit in and he does not feel safe admitting to that. But he's done nothing wrong here!

The reading where he says nothing would imply an either correct or incorrect belief in Meng Yao's eyes that Nie Mingjue did not much care for his wellbeing or safety. Oh sure he defended him once but doing so again multiple times would be such a bother. This also contradicts his later behaviour, where he banks solely on Nie Mingjue's protective instincts to seal his qi and escape during the confrontation in Langya. After having been caught murdering a man, he is still convinced Nie Mingjue will immediately try to help him when he is in serious danger.

And even if you very badly want to characterize Nie Mingjue as a blundering idiot who is apparently less trustworthy in Meng Yao's eyes than the jin cultivators who had already resoundly rejected him by the time he tries to ask for help with the langya captain. He doesn't say anything to Xichen either! Lan Xichen, who has explicitly and exhaustively been portrayed as kind and understanding to Meng Yao's circumstances and very willing to talk to Mingjue if Meng Yao wants something from him he doesn't otherwise think he'd get. The conversation Mingjue overhears where Meng Yao's new position in the Nie is explictly brought up would be kind of the perfect time to go "yeah I've been promoted but I'm not treated well by other soldiers" aaaand. Nothing. So unless you come to the conclusion that Meng Yao trusted the Jin he told about the captain's abuse more than Lan Xichen you kind of have to conclude that Meng Yao's treatment after his promotion improved significantly. And that even if people still disliked him they could not openly do anything about it because he was high enough in status for that to be socially inappropiate. Which is, explicitly, one of his main motivators over the entire course of the story: Avoiding mistreatment by getting high enough on the social ladder it doesn't matter what people think of him, they can't hurt him.

And I'm not sure how to reconcile that character journey with the idea that he would, at any point, have preferred to keep his head down and stay where he was. When he was so desperate to crawl his way out.

#the main tragedy of his character- of course- being that he keeps achieving that status and it is never enough #he achieves standing with the nie and the favor of a major sect leader and it's not enough for his father to even give him the time of day #he kills wrh amd becomes a war hero and gets acknowledged by his father!!#and all it gets him is nmj's constant distrust abuse at the hands of his stepmother and complicity in mass murder by his father's orders #he gets to the HIGHEST POSITION SOCIETY HAS. LITERAL CHIEF CULTIVATOR. And the moment he stumbles everyone turns on him immediately #like they were all just waiting for him to get low enough again that they could kick him further down #it's a rise-fall-rise-fall-rise-fall journey with every step up being a desperate fight and every tumble down being way too quick and easy #but! that rise still needs to be there!! for the story to work!!#the tragedy of qinghe for meng yao is how easily he loses nmj's fsvor. NOT that having it was bad in the first place #I understand that this reading is mainly done to put nmj in a bad light but I do genuinely think it does jgy a disservice #people more often apply this to him becoming jin guangyao which does in a lot of ways doom and trap him #and yes fuck jgs fuck that guy all the way to hell #but the key is that meng yao can't just get a happy ending by refusing power #he's not power hungry. what he wants is in fact reasonable- he's just willing to do a lot more than most to get it #'things would've been better if nmj didn't promote him/didn't send him to langya'#feels as reductive to me as the 'why can't he just be xichen's house boyfriend and join the lan instead' takes.#mdzs #meng yao #jin guangyao #mdzs meta #? sorta #feels too ranty to call meta #this is what i was talking about in my past post about how frustrating it is to base metas around disagreeing with others #makes analysis feel like discourse when that is NOT what i am trying to do #long post with long tags

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houdinicorbini · 2 years

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*slides you some Monopoly money * so uhhhh... How bout some more Guzma eh? Maybe something with a reader who considers themself a little bland and "boring" and this is surprised when he genuinly shows interest in them?

I actually need the money right now so I'll just *takes*

Also, I have not finished the game so I'm just using knowledge from what I've read and spoilers I've seen Tw: insecurities

"Fun" and "exciting" was not something you'd really refer to yourself as. You only saw another human being living an average and boring life. That's what you would tell yourself anyways.

You didn't see anything interesting about yourself, even though others could clearly see it. Maybe you just had a harder time seeing what was there.

But there was someone who you love to hang out with that can always provide you with endless adventure!

That would be the former boss of team skull himself. Guzma never failed to make you laugh or smile. He especially never failed to provide when it came to causing some last-minute chaos.

It was always a fun day when you were able to hang out with him, or when he decides to randomly show up at your house at three in the morning. (It's happened before)

Whenever you can't hang out with him, you just wait for the boring day to pass on by. At this point Guzma is what brought in all of the excitement.

Though, that's not actually the reason why you want to be around him. You've actually begun to fall for the bug man.

At first you thought that maybe you only wanted to spend more time with him because he turned your once black and white world into one of color and wonder.

But the feelings came along not that long after so you just assumed it was a package deal that you could not return.

Now these stupid feelings have caused a sort of, predicament some might say. While you did want to tell him, you didn't know if he'd want to be in a relationship with someone as "boring" as you.

You also didn't want to ruin this amazing friendship with someone you cared a lot about. You were scared that if he was told, he'd break it off. Or things would just never be the same after you confessed.

Another part of you thought it would be best to go ahead and rip off the band aid instead of being in this constant loop of whether or not you should tell him already.

It was times like these where you wished you were someone "cool"or "adventurous". Maybe this would be much easier to deal with if you were different.

That was something you were thinking about on your way to a special place only you and Guzma knew about.

Maybe there were other people that did know about it, but you've never seen another person there, so you just assume that no one does. But hey, a secret spot you can go to when you need alone time, so it's a plus!

It's a place you two now go together, but since the man is currently giving you a lot of complicated feelings, you'd like to have the time to yourself so you can sit and think about what to do.

It was a big cliff that overlooked one of the many beaches the island had! It was somewhere you knew about first, since you had been frequenting the place for years now. It's practically yours.

You would go there to clear your head when stressed or when you needed ideas for a project you were working on. You were actually really good at coming up with these random projects out of thin air.

Using only that imagination and dedication you had. You were a bit a freelancer, so you always had a lot of people coming up to you for commissions.

Once you and Guzma had been friends for a while, you decided to share that secret cliff with him. You still remember the awe on his face when you first brought him there.

It was a rather a cute moment that you'll always treasure.

But moving onto the present.

It was a rather peaceful day out, just a few random clouds here and there while there was a nice breeze blowing through your hair. You even see some cutieflies out and about on the trail you created that leads to the cliff.

It was maybe 5-5:30 right now? Still plenty of time for sun, but you were thinking about staying out until the sun set. And since it takes a little bit to get there, it had already become 6 by the time you arrived.

But it was still the perfect time and atmosphere to just sit and think.

At least that is what you would have been doing, if you didn't see Guzma sitting by the cliff, legs over the edge as he watched the crashing waves.

Golisopod was there too and out of their poké ball, clearly enjoying the evening sun they were getting. If you had not already come there with the plan to be away from Guzma so you could think, you would've stayed longer given how cute Golisopod was being right now.

You were internally panicking, debating whether or not to turn back and act like you were never there,, but Guzma just had to turn around at the wrong time.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted while wearing that dumb stupid smile that you started to fall in love with. And because of that shout, his Pokémon perked up.

All of his bug pals adore you, so of course Golisopod ran over to you right away, making it clear on how happy they were to see on of their favorite people that's not Guzma.

It's obvious that he will always be their ultimate favorite. It just makes sense.

"Guzma!" You quickly put on a smile. "What a surprise to see you and Golisopod here!" The bug Pokémon seemed happy when you recognized it's presnece, though it was hard not to when it was towering over you.

"I could say the same to you, any reason why you've decided to grace this place with your presence." He asked in a very smooth way.

Ignoring the fact that you might be blushing now, you decided to reverse the question. "What are you doing here?" You weren't really keen on giving up the real reason as to why you were here.

"Not to sound like a child, but I asked first." He retorted whilst wearing a smug look upon his handsome features. Sometimes you just wanted to hit him, but in a loving friend way, even though you wanted to be more than that.

"This is my go-to place when I need to brainstorm ideas for a new commission, but if you two would rather be alone then I can leave!" You then turned around to make a great escape.

That was until the giant water tank of a bug stopped you.

"Are you kidding?" Guzma spoke, "We were actually about to head to your place soon anyways, this just means we get to see you sooner." He points out while nodding to no one in particular.

"You were going to see me? Why?" You ask him suspiciously, curious as to why he was going to randomly show up. You assumed it was going to be unannounced as well, like it has been many times in the past.

"Is it suddenly a crime to see you?"

"Maybe, unless you planned for it to be one of your usual 'show up without a warning' visits."

"That is a possibility, though you might not get to find out if you keep interrogating me." He "threatened" you in a playful tone.

"Well then I guess the left-over desert from last night, that just so happens to be your favorite kind will just be-"

"Now now!" He quickly interjected, "We don't need to be so hasty, so let's calm down!"

The two of you held eye contact for a few seconds before you both started laughing. Moments like this happened quite often, you just hoped it would stay the same if you did tell him about these feelings.

Guzma patted the spot next to him, signaling you to come over. "Do you already have any ideas, or did you come here to see if any would spark?"

That question caught you off guard for a split second, seeing as how you had already forgotten that partial lie you told.

"I just couldn't think of what to do at home, so I thought here would help me more!" Even though you were debating leaving before, you still quickly made your way over to him and sat, letting your legs hang off the cliff like your black- and white-haired friend.

Golisopod sat down on your right, trapping you in between the two.

You all sat in silence, watching the waves hit the beach. It was rather peaceful, no one talking, allowing the sounds of the ocean to be heard in the distance.

This peace went on for another ten or fifteen minutes before Guzma broke the silence.

"Is there a real reason as to why you're out here?" He asked out of the blue, clearly confusing you, and slightly worrying you at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked, turning to face him all the while he kept looking ahead.

"You don't seem like yourself today, and I remember you telling me a few days ago that you had planned on taking a break from your work since you were swimming in stress each time I saw you."

That's when you began to internally panic. You had forgotten you told Guzma about the break. It's true that you took one because of all of the stress you were picking up from so many jobs at once.

So you planned on taking some time off once everything was done. The last order was actually finished two days ago. How could you have forgotten you told him.

He was one of the reasons why you took this break, he convinced you to do it since you were so close to breaking down from taking on too many requests.

You kind of have him to thank since he showed how worried he was for both your physical and mental and health.

Which made coming up with an answer that didn't force you to confess your feelings was rather difficult at the moment, but you didn't want to lie anymore either.

"I came here to think up a solution to something that I've been dealing with for some time now."

"Is everything alright? If someone is giving you a hard time, then I'll-" You saw how quick Guzma was to fight someone for you, which was actually endearing but then he'd have to fight himself since that's who you're talking about here.

There was a sound coming from Golisopod that meant he was with Guzma on the whole "We will hurt anyone who messes with you".

"I'm fine! No one is bothering me!" You had to quickly interject before they both tried to find this person they thought was messing with you.

You had to fight a smile when you saw how he was acting. Oh, how it made your heart melt, which really only made this so much harder on you. It also made you happy seeing Golisopod jump in right away as well.

"It is about someone, but not in the way you're assuming!" You rushed to say that last part before he jumped to conclusions again.

"Oh? What do you mean?" He seemed very keen on listening to the problem you were having. You weren't aware of how far Guzma would go just to make sure you were happy.

You looked down at your lap as you fiddled with your fingers. You couldn't face him at the moment, so the conversation continued while you stared at your lap.

"There's this person that I have caught feelings for, I just don't know how to tell them. But I don't even think it matters since I doubt they'll want to be with a boring and uninteresting person like me-"

The sudden hand on your shoulder forced you to look back over at Guzma. He was looking at you with a serious expression, one you don't see him wear too often because of personality.

"I never want to hear you say that again!"

"Wha-"

"No! If you're going to view yourself as "boring" and "uninteresting" then I'm going to make sure we change that right now."

You for sure did NOT expect this reaction from him. You thought what you said was accurate and normal, not something to cause him to act like this.

"You are one of the most interesting and delightful people that I know. I'd kick anyone's ass for not agreeing. I don't even think I need to talk about how talented you are. You have the whole island trying to buy from you that you had to take a break! Now tell me how THAT is boring?"

You tried to cut in, but he held up his finger to signal you to keep quiet until he finished his rant on how fantastic of a person you are.

"If someone can't see how amazing and great you are," Guzma seemed to be wearing a smile, but it wasn't a happy one. Could it be one of sadness? And if so,,,

Why?

You don't get why he's saying all these nice things to you, does he truly feel this way? Or is it his way of making sure you feel better and it's all a lie.

That seems more likely, that's what you thought at least.

"Then I don't think they deserve you, because you deserve someone who know what you're worth, not an idiot who wants to bring you down because they aren't as great as you."

You were nearly in tears from his words. You've never really had someone tell you things like this, not like Guzma. And it meant so much to you to hear that from him.

"Do you really think that?" Your voice ended up betraying you by cracking in the middle of that sentence, not that you cared at this very moment.

"Of course, it's clear as day. You'd have to be completely blind to not see something as obvious that." He let out a soft laugh, but his eyes didn't exactly match it.

"Now," he took his hand away from your shoulder. "Who's the lucky guy or gal to have caught the eyes of you."

After all that, you might as well tell him who it is. Maybe it won't be as bad given everything he just said. And if he doesn't feel the same, you just hope he lets you down easy.

And while you were very nervous about doing this, you decided to go ahead and spit it out.

"It's you." You paused for a second because you were trying to see what kind of emotion was in his eyes, it just looked like he was,, short circuiting?

"It's been you for a long time. I think you already know one of my reasons for not saying anything, but I was worried that I'd ruin this wonderful friendship that we've had for so long, and I didn't want to lose that, or you."

The silence he was giving was making you quite nervous, you just opened up to him and now he's not saying anything. This isn't how you thought it would go but it's not any better.

"You know what, just forget everything I said, I'll leave you be." You tried to get up, but there was a hand that immediately made you stay down.

"Am I really the one?" Now Guzma was the one who seemed confused, and that forced you to also become confused because who wouldn't fall in love with him?

"Of course! Why in Arceus' name wouldn't I-" You were suddenly enveloped in a giant hug.

"And here I thought ya boi almost missed his chance." You both chuckled as the hug grew tighter. It seems the two of you have been wanting this for a long time.

He was ready to watch you leave, as long as it meant you were happy. Even if it meant it had to be someone else. Now that meant a lot to you.

All of a sudden you were being sandwiched in the hug when Golisopod got excited and wanted to join in. Yeah, you were being crushed, but you liked seeing both of them happy, so you said nothing.

"Why don't we stay here for a little longer and then head back into town for some dinner? And then maybe head back to my house so I can give you the left-over desert." You suggested, though it sounded slightly muffled since you were being crushed from both the front and back.

Guzma laughed, he couldn't help but find the view both humorous and adorable.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

So the three of you stayed there for a while, you stayed until it had eventually reached sunset before you deemed it was time for everyone to get something to eat.

And now that you and Guzma know that you like each other, you two plan to go on a nice date very soon.

He also very well plans on helping you see yourself the way he sees you. And if he has to constantly wake you up at three every morning to tell you that.

He will, because he cares.

#guzma x reader #x reader #guzma #team skull guzma #pokemon guzma #pokemon sun and moon #sun and moon #team skull

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lastweeksshirttonight · 10 months

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Hey uh remember when I did retrospectives of Last Week Tonight episodes? Let's bring it back to 140.

Last Lee Tonight (wherein I'm definitely showing United Passions at my next bad movie night) Season One, Episode Six

(original air date: 6/8/2014) Major topics covered: FIFA, Bashar al-Assad's incredible iTunes library

"And speaking of Germans losing things, it was the 70th anniversary of D-Day this week."

It's really nice to throw this show back on again, on a note unrelated to the purpose of this project. I don't talk much about myself but it's been a rough few months with work scheduling, my chronic illnesses, and my mental health. For every "I'm taking a very spontaneous and ill-thought-out trip to New York to see John Oliver WOOO!" moment, there's been at least five "why can't I catch a break"s. When I'm not being beaten down by the collective forces of capitalism, I genuinely haven't been watching much John at all, mainly in an effort to play the large backlog of video games and read the large pile of books lying around my house. I've been moderately successful there (hey y'all should give Cassette Beasts a go, it's delightful), but there's nothing like going back home, so to speak. (I hesitate to call LWT a comfort show for me, given that it's basically A Record of the Decline of the United States in Real Time, but it kinda serves that function to some degree. I am a psychopath.)

Where we last left off in... May, Jesus Christ, I'm so bad at scheduling and writing and content creation - when we last left off in May at Episode 5, things were finally starting to coalesce into the modern LWT experience. We had our first viral segment on Net Neutrality, the first time a segment was uploaded in full to the LWT YouTube, and an opening news roundup that was starting to feel more thoughtful and themed. This episode continues that theme and gives us our second big viral topic.

There is a variant on the desk-slapping here, where John doesn't do it to open the show, but does a milder version of it to get the audience to shut up so he can move on with doing the show. One of my favorite things about him is his constant desire to barrel through clapping or any audience praise of anything he's done at a given moment in time and this opener is a pretty good example of that.

We open on John calling the week disappointing because California Chrome, a horse competing for the Triple Crown, did not win the Triple Crown. You can tell this is an early episode of LWT because there is no prerequisite horse-fucking/bestiality joke, just John angrily saying "fuck that horse" about Tonalist, the horse that defeated California Chrome. All of these horses sound like indie bands from my college years. I feel like Tonalist opened when I saw MGMT live.

We then move into German Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. This gives John an opportunity to plumb one of his favorite comedic depths, making fun of the musicality, smoothness, and romanticism of the German language. A German man used his lifeline to call Chancellor Merkle, who, thankfully, did not answer, as she was busy running Germany.

This transitions into China hiding the events of Tiananmen Square from their populace, including by censoring the Internet.

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Attempts by protestors to use different trending words - and to put facts about Tiananmen Square in a sex tape - to get around that were also clamped down on, leading to this absolutely glorious screenshot of John's hypothetical romance novel:

I feel like someone on Reddit probably wrote When Spring Turns to Summer recently.

We also learn that Friends is incredibly popular with Chinese youth. I'm not really shocked by this, Friends has a weird international reach. I know multiple Korean idols who learned English partially through watching Friends. The fact that there's a Chinese replica of Central Perk? That's wild. The show edits a Friends clip to include historical facts about the massacre, and then we move to our central story.

I'm a big fan of whenever John talks about FIFA and football in general. Recently in one of her "posts relevant to my interests", @tellthemeerkatsitsfine noted that there's a strain with John and his contemporaries with them being nerds who really wanted to be jocks, and I think that dichotomy really helps John come off credibly when he talks about the deep-rooted corruption in this particular organization. The sport is something that is literally rooted into him, hardwired as something he deeply cares about... but there's the rest of it to consider.

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In my opinion, someone who deeply loves something can really be the best at describing everything wrong with it. You don't really find the grime if you're only on the surface of something. I know that critical observation of a fandom while in said fandom is in short supply these days, but I wish it was more common.

Anyways. I think FIFA's corruption and grotesqueries are pretty known in 2023, but at the time, knowledge of their fuckery wasn't as widespread. Socially, we've definitely spoken a lot more about the cost-benefit analysis of the Olympics and taxpayer-funded stadiums, which is comparative to John's opening about the issues with FIFA and claims that World Cups bring money to the areas hosting them. (Not true!) Other items I'd completely forgotten about, like FIFA Court and their boardroom looking like something out of Dr. Strangelove.

The "And Now This" is "Chris Matthews Reminds Everyone Who He Used to Work For". (Answer: Tip O'Neill.) My abiding memory of Chris Matthews is Zell Miller accusing him of beating a woman and challenging him to a duel at the 2004 Republican National Convention.

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SNL had a pretty great sketch of this where Will Forte played Miller that I can't find right now. PISTOLS AT DAAAAAAAAWN MATTHEWS!!!!

The final segment is on Bashar al-Assad's campaign of terror against Syria, rigged electioneering, and chemical warfare. More importantly, al-Assad's life history and iTunes library are discussed.

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This was also the subject of the classic Bugle episode 187, which has a chance to go far more in depth about his favorite music, like "Sexy and I Know It". (Andy Zaltzman describing Lil Wayne and Busta Rhymes as a doubles tennis group is one of my favorite Bugle moments of all time incidentally.)

Right Said Fred coming out to perform an anti-Assad version of "I'm Too Sexy" gives us the first time John has had a celebrity come out basically to troll one single person, and thus almost the cornerstones of modern LWT have been established. Eagerly awaiting the first bestiality joke. Also, really love the changed lyrics, they put a hell of a lot of effort into this one. I wanna see Right Said Fred live now.

Random notes:

Lee will continue sexualizing one (1) older man damn it: light blue and dark blue checked shirt, black tie, and black jacket? I know I've said red is John's color but light blue is a very close second, 10/10

I feel like I made up for not doing these for two months by writing about five year's worth of unnecessary analysis of this damn episode. Hopefully you enjoyed it!

It was amazing seeing an ESPN ad for something not handegg-related. -groan-

LWT YouTube is still a bit confused, as we did get the two major topics as their own videos... and then 1 minute of the FIFA section as its own minisode. I really would love to know the logic behind why there specific jokes were isolated like this in the beginning of the show's airing.

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My sausage, if anyone cares, is the Korean idol industry. It's an absolute cataclysmic nightmare and yet there's a lot there personally that changed me and a lot that I love out of it. It's complicated. Fuck SM Entertainment.

A reminder that John's LMFAO fandom has endured for a decade longer than the band itself lasted:

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#john oliver #last week tonight #last week tonight with john oliver #last lee tonight #fifa world cup #seriously debating tagging zell miller in case anyone has that snl clip #zell miller #the bugle #the bugle podcast #andy zaltzman #Youtube

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Water Falls

QUICK POSEIDON FICLET BECAUSE I WANNA SHOW YALL HOW THE MAN IS DOIN IN PRESENT DAY-- I am going to draw this and I'm making it yall's problem

Word count: 1,392 words 7,371 characters

I made this in under like 3 hours don't expect things to make sense, BYYEEE (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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“ You say that your work life and private life are different?”

“ Marcus and Poseidon are two separate people to me. But ultimately I don't mind! We all make personas with different people and situations we interact with, It's part of maturing! I've been Poseidon for as long as I remember.”

“ And when was the last time you were Marcus?”

“ Well … I'm Marcus when I'm around… The Queen? “

“ Shouldn't you be Poseidon with The Queen?”

“ I mean yes, she is technically work, but… I still want to form a personal connection with her, you know? I don't blame myself for that. “

“ You want to be Marcus, but you also have to be Poseidon?”

“ I guess? “

“ Interesting. But I'm more so asking when was the last time you were only Marcus? When was the last time you told somebody your deepest secrets, someone you allowed yourself to be vulnerable to?”

“ Only my uncle, honestly. I think no matter how hard I try to be Poseidon with him, I just can't help but be Marcus. ”

“ And how often do you see him?”

“ … Once a month. “

With that, the therapist scribbled down notes on his pad. At the end of the 50 minutes the doctor provided his blue patient with an assignment: During days when he is not needed at work, he should spend time by himself in his own home.

Poseidon frowned at the idea. He didn't like the thought of losing the various luxuries being a coven head gave. The riches, the servants, all the materials he can have to build and plan out anything that he wanted--...

Though, maybe he had not minded that last part as much. Admittedly inventing had not been as fun as it used to be as a child.

He and his therapist had spoken about this lightly in a session already. With-- all of his ideas having to go through certain qualifications, approvals, meetings, and him having to prove why this invention should exist, it tired him. He didn't look forward to the blueprints as much as he did making little scribbles as a child. Sometimes he just wanted to create something without having to justify why. Sometimes he just wanted to play.

When your most beloved thing turns into your profession, there's a part of you that will lose sight of why you wanted to commit to it in the first place. Poseidon had noticed it when he disassociated in a meeting about a project that could help the masses. An invention was being pitched to him and he couldn't care less.

What Poseidon disliked the most about the assignment is that-- in order to feel more of Marcus, he had to leave behind everything work related to, work.

And by that, it meant that he had to leave his underwater base, and go back home.

Poseidon looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing the clothes of the average blue coven witch, with a warm coat on top. The base was to be closed for a couple of days and non-essential servants were sent home until Poseidon was back.

With a carriage of his belongings for the weekend, Poseidon left the underwater base through a tunnel and a horse with his horseshoes.

The Poseidon base had become his home ever since he was given the rank of a coven head. He'd consider it more home than the house he neglected back in his old village. It was a different house from his uncle; a house that he had gotten himself once he was independent enough to leave home. He would send servants to clean it every other month so it wouldn't look like it was abandoned, but he hadn't seen it for almost a century.

It was so much less native than his uncle's but it was far from his rich life as a coven head. In the base, he'd eat plentiful food almost every day. On days when he's not pompously seated at a table where servants awaited him, he'd feed in his room away from the eyes of everyone else.

It was almost like a completely new town to him. All the people that he remembered at that point had died. The village itself has gone through plenty of renovations, he was surprised that it wasn’t populated enough to be considered a city! So many things happened at the span of two centuries..

Even the market place was crowded. It was so much more filled than he remembered. Asking the butcher for chicken and having him weigh it before paying was strange to Poseidon. He had not done that in the longest time, but… in a way it was homey. It came naturally to him.

He had been doing things like this as a child when his uncle sent him to do chores. He couldn’t help but stop his tracks at a fruit stand as he remembered it being his favorite thing to get. The feeling of an apple that he could almost immediately snack on, was infinitely more pleasant to touch than raw meat.

The man scanned the stand blankly trying to come off as just another patron picking up fruit, but in his head memories were flowing in. The nice stranger that managed the stand was no longer the one running it. Rather, it was a young woman in charge. The stand looked the same sans a couple upgrades, and it had a name at the top. If he had to guess, she must have been a descendant who carried out the family business.

He didn’t know how to feel about that. He was happy that the owner found the the business successful enough to pass it down to more generations, but it only reminded him how almost everything can change. There was nothing to remember fondly as everything was different

Poseidon opened the door to the house. The curtains were closed and everything was dark.

The light from the door frame was the only thing illuminating the room; his shadow stood as still as he did. He was afraid to step into the darkness though he knew that was the thing he came here for. He could almost hear the gossip from the other witches there. Someone finally came to inhabit the house. The house where a cleaning crew was sent to every month or so.

They stared at him as he close the door.

The old resident placed the groceries down on the old dusty dining table. He chuckled grimly. He’s come to a realization that he has to clean the place himself. That would take more than a day but he felt that it would be an experience worth writing about.

Lights now turned on, coat sprailed on the couch, his blue sleeves were rolled up to his elbow as he washed his hands before preparing the chicken. He remembered making dinner with his uncle when he was a young boy. He remembered how lonely it was to do it on his own the first time he moved out. Now he was a man with plenty more experience and years of wisdom, and yet he somehow felt as lonely as he did back then.

Looking up after using the sink, Marcus realized… he hasn’t… smiled… ever since he came back.

Is this what Marcus was like..?

He leaned on the counter down to his elbows as his hands covered his face. This was how Marcus was like, wasn’t it… he remembered why he wasn’t him all that often. He remembered why he put off coming here for the longest time.

The fact that he wasn’t smiling wasn’t the thing that itched at him. One could argue that he wasn’t smiling because he was simply unhappy but that wasn’t the case.

The reason why he wasn’t smiling was because he had no one else to fake it to. And now in the mirror, seeing how unhappy he was, he couldn’t help but feel the most himself in what he saw.

That was Marcus.

That was who he was running from.

Marcus felt like he knew it for the longest time, but it was always at the back of his head. He was lonely. And nothing else could distract him from that.

#Water falls #Poseidon #writing #fuckingggg Poseidon in a trenchcoat pog pog pog

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hello! I'm back!

I spent most of the last week in NOLA for the Overlook Film Festival, and it was the best time I've had in literal ages. I met so many great people, including three directors, an art director, and an actress, and I got to be ten feet away from Mike Flanagan and Kate Siegel! it was truly the greatest long weekend ever; still can't believe it's over.

gonna briefly talk about the movies I got to see, though! most of these have upcoming wide release dates, and you should definitely check them out, if you're able!

CUCKOO (2024) dir. Tilman Singer: Hunter Schafer and Dan Stevens lead this really fun, batshit scream-fest that was sooooo queer (thematically and textually) to me. Dan Stevens should always play weird little guys with musical instruments. whatever you think this movie is about: no, it probably isn't. not every beat lands, but the ones that do are pretty damn good. it's going to wide release in August!

ALL YOU NEED IS DEATH (2024) dir. Paul Duane: an Irish folk horror propelled forward by a metal soundtrack interwoven with haunting ballads, and an awakening of something ancient and devastating. described by Duane as a "vibe movie" in the vein of Kurosawa's PULSE and CURE with hints of Żuławski's POSSESSION, it touches on themes of obsession and love and consumption, and mysticism of forgotten pasts. I've still got the music and imagery stuck in my head. the movie will be available to rent digitally soon, and will be going to a currently unnamed streaming service later this year. (thanks for the Q&A, Paul and actress Catherine Siggins! your passion for the project was utterly infectious, and can't wait to see that next film that Paul said is going to "piss a lot of people off"!)

OCULUS (2014) dir. Mike Flanagan: 10th Anniversary Screening & Presentation of the 2024 Master of Horror Award: this plays so well in a packed house that I upped by LBX rating by half a star. the Q&A afterwards made me appreciate the movie (bleakness and all) even more, because I got to listen to Mike Flanagan talk about how he feels he's improved as a storyteller, and how just making anything is invigorating, even if you sort of cringe to look back on some things. his shout-outs about LAKE MUNGO and DOCTOR WHO were for me specifically. oh, also, hashtag ONEMOREDOG for Kate! (thanks for the Q&A, Mike! hope you got the big axe award home okay! get Kate a second dog!)

LOOKING OVER THE GARDEN WALL: a 10th Anniversary Celebration of OVER THE GARDEN WALL (2014) created by Patrick McHale: show creator Patrick McHale and art director Nick Cross came by to tell us all about their work prior to collaborating, and how the show came to be through a process that, they hoped, would create an immensely re-watchable holiday classic. we even got to see McHale's first student film, and Cross' work for a local film festival back in the 00s, and a screening of TOME OF THE UNKNOWN, the original pilot for OTGW. (thanks for the Q&A, Mike and Nick, and for the autographs and doodles afterwards! your work continues to entertain my household every fall.)

ME (2024) dir. Don Hertzfeldt: director Hertzfeldt requested that everyone go into this with as little information as possible, so I'm going to be vague here. this is wildly different from his previous work (IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DAY, WORLD OF TOMORROW, etc.) in presentation, that I couldn't help but just sort of sit and marvel at it. it's so experimental and unique, and I can't stop thinking about it. (heard from the man's own mouth:) the short film will be paired with a remastered theatrical re-release of IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DAY (2012) sometime in the next month! (thanks for the Q&A, Don, and for the chat we shared afterwards. your work is immensely important to me, and I feel very lucky to have been able to tell you so. sorry I got a little weepy, and for making you weepy, too. very proud to have been dubbed "the gateway drug" for your work. also stoked for your project with Ari Aster! I'll be front-row when it releases!)

I SAW THE TV GLOW (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun: similar to the above description, this is a different and more traditional presentation compared to Shoenbrun's debut feature, creepypasta-inspired WE'RE ALL GOING TO THE WORLD'S FAIR (2021). TV GLOW is a slow-burn queer (specifically trans) odyssey filled to the brim with painstakingly recreated 90s TV aesthetics, haunting abstract imagery, and an aura that carried echoes of Lynch's Black Lodge (TWIN PEAKS). the ending is a sucker-punch to the gut paired with some incredible but heartbreaking Cronenberg-style body horror. I spent more time bone-deep sad than I did scared, but that's what I love so much about horror: it can make you feel anything and everything in such extremes, that it can leave you breathless. the movie will be releasing in theaters next month, and I highly recommend seeing it in a theater if you can!

the festival was seriously one of the greatest experiences of my life--like a sleepaway camp that I never wanted to end. I WILL be going again, when I'm able! thanks to everyone (volunteer staff, programmers, vendors, fans, artists) who made my first film festival so fucking amazing. I'll love you all forever~ 👻🪓🍿✨

#kelsey rambles #my life #overlook 2024 #kelsey goes to film festivals #text #movies #cuckoo movie #i saw the tv glow #all you need is death #don hertzfeldt #me #me movie #oculus movie #otgw

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Thanks so much for answering my question. And I’m also loving the Valyrian glyphs too. I’ve always loved the idea of being able to write in High Valyrian as well as speak it.

I'm glad you like them! Let me tell you, I am soooooooo grateful to have been able to do this writing system. You know, way back when I started working on Dothraki—during the competition—in stray moments I thought about what I'd do with High Valyrian, since if Game of Thrones was successful, I figured I'd get the chance to create High Valyrian. It was so exciting to me to learn that High Valyrian had a writing system, since the books make it explicit that Dothraki doesn't have one. Writing systems are my favorite thing, and I wanted a chance to show it off.

When I got the chance to create High Valyrian, I shared with the show runners that I could create a writing system for it, since it was textually supported, but they declined. In future seasons, Valyrian was actually shown on screen, but it was always written in the Romanization, which I found unrealistic (or, rather, inauthentic). Every season I asked about it, but every season they declined. It's totally random, show to show or film to film when I get to do it. Some producers/show runners/directors see the utility of it; some can be convinced of it; some can't. And even if they see the utility of it, some let me do it, some don't (for example, in The Shannara Chronicles, there's some kind of writing system you see on screen in places, but I didn't get the chance to create it; the art department did [and it's terrible]). It's not a huge surprise I didn't get to do it for Game of Thrones. Frankly, it's enough they even wanted authentically created languages!

No, the surprise came when Ryan Condal, show runner for House of the Dragon, actually asked me to create a writing system. I didn't even know if I'd get to work on the show, because I'm usually contacted well before production starts, and the show was already announced before I was ever contacted. And then he asked me specifically if I could create a writing system for High Valyrian—and then they used it, on screen, in key places! This was an absolute shocker. It's not something that usually happens, and I am so grateful to him for that.

In truth, my plan was to create something after Game of Thrones was done, show it to George R. R. Martin himself, and hope he'd kind of put his canonical blessing on it, and make the writing system "official" that way, since it wouldn't be used on TV. And then this happened! It absolutely came out of left field—especially because it wasn't a part of me joining the show. I was asked to do this a few months after I started working on the show! I was already translating dialogue before he ever asked me.

There's an important take away here, by the way. In something like a TV show, there are tons of people that work on it, and there are people who are in charge, and people who are in charge of those people, etc. It's a hierarchy like anything else. But this applies to businesses and organizations of every stripe. Wonderful things can happen, and there are people who do wonderful things, but sometimes that wonderful thing only happens because someone in the chain says yes. I got to create writing systems for the Defiance languages because Kevin Murphy gave it the okay after I pitched him the idea. All of these shows I've worked on had to be greenlit by someone. All along the line, there's someone who has the power to say whether some project, or some aspect of a project is going to happen, or if it's not, and often that decision gets overlooked.

Even apart from recognizing that person, though, I want you to realize that there may come a time when you are that person. When someone comes to you with an idea that's wild or totally out of left field and potentially brilliant, and you are the one with the power to say whether it lives or dies. And this might not be in an official capacity. This may be a friend who has some idea that they're very hesitant about, and they reluctantly bring it to you, saying something like, "It's stupid… I don't even know why I'm showing this to you". And if you look at them and say, "I don't really get it... I don't think it's a good idea", that idea may die right there, never to resurface. But if you give them encouragement—even if you don't fully get it—you may be the one to help them create something truly magical—something the world has never seen—something that may mean a whole lot to people you may never meet. If you're ever in that position, remember this. When someone comes to you with an idea, they're giving you a lot of power. Wield it wisely; wield it with kindness.

#conlang #high valyrian #valyrian #game of thrones #got #house of the dragon #hotd #defiance #language

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chronically-enthusiastic · 8 months

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HI ELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

you like podcasts, right?

do you have any recommendations? so far i've been listening to all vampires are gay and it's pretty cool but you have a great taste in Things so i thought you might have some suggestions :D

i love you <3

A;S.DKLJFASKJDF SO MUCH EXCITEMENT RIGHT NOW AND i CANT COPE HEHEHEALKSJFHALJ AGAGGGGGHSDFSFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*dies*

Okay.......... *composes myself, adjusts blazer and tie, pulls out a briefcase and begins*

Hmm this post got a lil out of hand so here's a read break for anyone who doesn't want to hear me talk for *copies and pastes into google docs to count the words* 800 words about fiction podcasts :DDDD

Sooo! I have not listened to all vampires are gay, but have read the podcast description so I know a little about what you are looking for....

Audio dramas (In order of how similar to AVAG I think they probably are):

Where The Stars Fell is a dark supernatural podcast (I had to stop listening bc it got too dark....) that seems very similar? I don't remember much and didnt listen enough to get a proper feel for it.... check it out and see!!

I listened to a like 20 episodes of Welcome to Night Vale before that one got too dark - but it is very popular on this website and each ep is kinda like a news report. Its set in a weird town where lots of supernatural things happen and almost every conspiracy theory is true there.

The Unseen Podcast has a *very* cool format. Each episode is kinda a monologue from a different person each week. It talks about their individual experiences in a fantasy world and it has SUCH a cool magic system!! Please listen to this/do more research..... I've spent like 45 mins on this post at this point (I haven't written it in order, this is one of the last parts im writing) and I'm tired so can't really explain it properly.... Sorry!!! But I loved the non-dark episodes of that!!! (they had content warnings so I only listened to the ones with reasonable content warnings)

Civilised is an improvised science fiction dark comedy show about a ship stranded on a planet and strange things ensue. I listened to the first few series but then from what I remember it got a little too dark for me. (my threshold is very low fyi). I listened to that one a while ago so don't have much else to say, check out the first few eps if it sounds interesting!!

We Fix Space junk is again a dark comedy sci fi show (also a dystopia kind of) about scavengers in space! Again, listened to it ages ago so I don't remember much....

The amelia project is kind of a surreal (maybe?) show about a company that fakes people's deaths. Each episode is framed as an interveiw. So far it has 72 episodes, and it has just come to the end of the 2nd part of the 5th series! The first series is very much a collection of semi-unrelated stories but the plot begins to unfold in S2, and *lots* of things start to happen in S3 onwards!! My personal favourite!!!

Wooden Overcoats is a comedy podcast about a funeral home run by Rudyard and Antigone Funn, two probably autistic, probably a-spec, characters. Eric Chapman opens another funeral home and its kinda about their rivalry but also how they kinda cant live without each other and if any of that sounds even remotely interesting please please please listen because it is truly hilarious and excellently written and produced!!!!! It is finished with 4 seasons. My other favourite!!!!

Alba Salix is a fantasy show that is very very fun!! Again, I listened to it a while ago so I don't have much to say bc I can't remember, but it has quite a similar feel to BBC Merlin I think? With more fairies and magic though. I remember loving it very much. I should probably relisten soon!! This is from the website:

"Farloria’s Royal Physician has her work cut out for her. As head witch and the only regular staff member at the new House of Healing, Alba’s got an endless lineup of patients and a bickering King and Queen to please. Fortunately, help is on the way. Unfortunately, that help is from Magnus, a troublesome young ex-monk and aspiring surgeon, and Holly, an accident-prone fairy herbalist."

Forgive Me is a comedy about a father (the religous type, not a parental figure) who runs a church and each episode is framed as a confession in the catholic church. It's not very religous-y and does point out some of the problems with religion etc. Its quite lighthearted from what I remember? The amelia project did a crossover episode with them!

WOW this post got very long! I will put a read break to shorten it........ oops!! I like podcasts very very much.... heheeeee

These are all the fiction podcasts I have listened to (I think? there are probably more that I have forgotten about....) but if you want any non-fiction ones I have a lot more to talk about heheee!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love you too Echo!!! And thank you for inadvertently letting me infodump about a special interest for this long!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ask #echosghoast #podcasts #am i really going to tag every single podcast ive mentioned?#yes #where the stars fell #welcome to night vale #unseen podcast #civilised #we fix space junk #the amelia project #wooden overcoats #alba salix #forgive me

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Heyyy Just wanted to tell you I loved the heavenly body story! I just finished rereading it and it still stuns me in how amazing the story telling is. It broke my heart that it wasn't a happy ending and that heavenly never realized that they did get held by eclipse one last time. And poor eclipse to become their version of an alcoholic but understandly so since not only did he lose his detective but also his brothers without so much of a goodbye. I was not expecting for Mayor Fazbear to die and it hurt read that. I loved it. And foxy and DJ too! So much death in the end It was a wonderful read! I can't wait to read it again in the future Perhaps I'll have it book bind? With your permission of course. If you would indulge us dear readers.... What would have happened if eclipse did manage to find heavenly before the experiments, before the Frankenstein monstrosity? Would they have had a happy ending? I would like to think so Now don't mind me I'm going to reread The final project again and then all of your AUs as well Thank you for sharing this with us Its been great reading this again!!

HELLO! I am so sorry that I am taking so long to respond to these, my brain is slowly turning into soup and not even a tasty one-

And yes! Thank you so very much for enjoying this fic, I am so very honored for your praise!! AND I WOULD BE FUCKING ECSTATIC IF YOU BOOK BOUND ONE OF MY WORKS ;A;. If you ever do, please show me, I would love to see it!

This book, alongside the second book (teeechnically), is supposed to be a parallel to a certain thing that I've mentioned. There's a reason. It's sort of mentioned in the very first chapter, but who knows :D

So, so, so, if Gregory had shown Eclipse the box a lot sooner, showing the documents of where you were raised and that you were indefinitely inside the facility, by the time he finds you, you'd already be started in the experimentation process. Sun had been wanting to get his hands on you for the longest time, and with being evasive for months only increased the process. So, if Eclipse managed to find you before the actually 'Experiment', you'd still be drugged and beaten up from Michael, but you'd be saved and in recovery. Eclipse would be there to assist you in the hospital, even though he's very tall. But he'll do it. He knows. And it will take you a very long time for you to recover.

You'd be living in Eclipse's house from that point on, considering what happened to your appartment. This is probably where the bulk of Eclipse 'courting arc' would happen. Getting you to physically and mentally recover, now that he knows what happened to you, will be Eclipse's life goal. You'll probably spend a lot of time paranoid and well, that will certainly be one way to go through your trauma ^^;. If I made the story like that (which, I didn't for reasons), it'd probably go down like that. An actual, truly, happy ending.

#'The Heavenly Body' Case File in Question!AU #anon asks #heavenly what ifs #alas that isn't where you are going -v-;#but you're going somewhere and you will be happy sometime #just...not where you think you're going #and you can't get everything you want...

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besidesitstoowarm · 1 year

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"The Lazarus Experiment" thoughts

this episode is stupid and i love it

so it starts with ten dumping martha back at her place until he watches the news and sees lazarus and is like. well. i'll exploit your family connections for one more night. she says "you should be used to tight spots by now" when he parks the tardis and, gay

we meet martha's family again and at least they look like they might be related. her mom looks like her. this is in stark contrast to shows like house md where they just cast completely unrelated black people as siblings

lazarus gets babyfied and starts talking about his childhood, how he survived the blitz. he would've been about 10 during ww2 so it was clearly a pretty formative experience; there is some loose connection w his whole "avoiding death is human" thing, his desperation to further life at all costs. i think in a better, more cohesive story, that could've been a good throughline. i'm not sure what it would have looked like, but i think back to nancy from s1 and what she would do to survive given unlimited resources... i dunno. there is the faintest thread of potential. the "you call feeding on innocent people progress?" "it was a necessary sacrifice" FEELS like a critique of capitalism, given that this invention was meant to be monetized, but i might be projecting since i've been listening to hozier's "but the wages" on repeat the last few days. i would have also liked the story more if it was an "age of steel" type criticism not of scientific advancement but of scientific exploitation. jurassic park type beat. you know

lazarus drops that he was funded/backed by "mr saxon" ;)

the throughline that i DO like in this story is basically how the doctor feels about his own extended life. i think this story is the basis for a lot of interesting ideas about that moving forward (namely the next few regeneration stories, and this season's finale) but it hasn't been explored enough yet to feel like anything except the earliest seed of an interesting idea. "some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80" is a fascinating idea held by a man who is more than 900 at this point. "i'm old enough to know that a longer life isn't always a better one" yes!! i wish that was more apparent by this point in time!! i know this is meant to be filler and that we have a lot more time to get into ten's "oh, i've lived too long" thing but that's the part i liked about it

lazarus's cgi is unreal levels of awful btw. scorpion king WHO. i like the design actually just. the execution. holy fuck

ten trusts martha w his screwdriver!! his belief in her competency is a really nice thing to see, he does treat her as an equal. rose was his partner in crime, his partner in general, but martha is his peer. i love her so much

some weirdo whispers something sus in martha's mom's ear that makes her distrust the doctor, and she later says in her voicemail that the info came direct from harold saxon. not shocked. he loves the mess

so they explode the scorpion king with the power of rocking out on the organ and martha's like "i'm not going to be your little passenger so if i can't be a proper companion i'm staying home" and he's like "okay" and she's mad until he's like "hello, i said OKAY let's GO" i think his actual line is "you've never been just a passenger" or something. the smile and the tuxedo are working so hard here

next time is "42" a story i literally remember nothing about and keep forgetting exists. but then it's bangers all the way down

#The Lazarus Experiment #Doctor Who #DW s3 #besides its too rewatch

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Do you think you could write a fic where Eddie used Bucks cock to fall asleep and when he passes out buck fucks him?

Overall I just love when you write somnophilia

(this is the same guy that sent the hypnosis request so sorry if I'm annoying lol)

So first of all, I don't ever want you to think you are being annoying! I love getting ask, but I suffer this thing called being a slow writer lol and also these past two weeks I've been playing Marvel's Spiderman 2 in most of my free time.

But I have great news, I continued my fic "Between love and pleasure" with this ask! So, you can read the whole chapter here or on AO3

Hope you like it! (Also I'm trying to work on the hypnosis fic and may have two ideas for two different fics but I can't promise those will be here soon but I'll try to write them as soon as I can 🧡)

Eddie.

Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like if he hadn't agreed to go out with Buck. What it would be like not to wake up next to him, not to laugh at his jokes, not to see him cook exquisite dishes and enjoy them, not to feel how he makes love to him, not to hug him, not to love him, nothing at all.

It may seem like an absurd idea now, mainly from the fact that this last year has been the best of his life. With Buck, with Chris, with work, even with his parents and that newly renewed interest in his life. It's been such an amazing thing that even though it took his father a while to accept that his only son is in love with another man, he's made the effort to accept it. And there are even times when his father and Buck have talks about fútbol or the best tools for fixing things around the house.

His life is good. So much that sometimes he wonders how any of this can be life, the real one. He doesn't want to be pessimistic but at times he suspects something bad will happen.

He sighs, next to him is Buck, snoring as loudly as ever, he can't distinguish his face or his body. Eddie rolls over slightly to grab his cell phone and looks at the time, it's ten minutes before three in the morning and he can't sleep.

He woke up half an hour ago, he feels a little sick, his eyes are dry, his ears are clogged, his neck is tense. He desperately wants to scream and force himself back to sleep.

But he can't.

He knows he has no energy to spare even though today, well, technically yesterday, was too peaceful.

Chris's school had a parent meeting, report cards, donation requests, decisions for upcoming school events, and delicious cupcakes at the end.

He missed Buck all day. Although they both tried to go, Bobby couldn't give them both the day off.

He missed him like crazy despite him and Chris sending Buck hundreds of pictures at school. He would answer him right away, send voice messages for both of them and some just for Eddie. And he would send him a few pictures to show him how much he missed him.

Needless to say, after dinner they made love passionately.

He turns on the light in his nightstand, it hurts his eyes, he blinks a few times and then looks at Buck. He looks relaxed, his mouth slightly open, a little saliva dribbles down his lip, his hair is tousled, one hand behind his head and the other on his hairy chest. He looks down a little more, already he has a firm, strong erection as always.

He bites his lip. Maybe here's the answer to being able to sleep again. So he can expend the energy he has left over.

He feels his own penis begin to harden, he mentally thanks Buck for the smart idea of always sleeping naked. And for always locking the door.

He gives him a kiss on the cheek. The urge to touch, to lick, to pleasure Buck in his sleep grows stronger and stronger. He knows he should try to sleep.

It's about three or four hours before they have to wake up. And it's going to be a busy day. Chris has to get to school early and to the three of them's bad luck, it's the only day Carla can't drive Chris. But before that, they must shower, make breakfast, eat breakfast, take Chris to school, rush to the station, start their shift, pick up Chris at school, go home to change and get Aunt Pepa's birthday present, and then drive home to celebrate her aunt's birthday. Then come home, clean up a bit, shower, sleep and hope to have a quiet weekend.

But, they'll probably be so tired that they won't make love until Saturday night. So, if not now, he'll have to wait a really long time before he can taste his boyfriend's cock again.

He knows he sounds like a horny teenager, but with Buck he feels that way most of the time.

He sighs, this time with arousal. He doesn't think much about it, he carefully runs his hand down Buck's hairy armpit, then his chest, all the way down to his penis.

He keeps looking at his boyfriend's face, searching for some kind of reaction. But there is nothing but quiet and sleepiness in Buck's closed eyes.

He smiles, with his free hand he takes his own penis and moves just a little bit closer to Buck, so that it's easier to touch him and so that their legs rub together.

First he gives his full attention to Buck's cock. He pulls his foreskin down as far as he can, he feels like ignoring everything and getting down to eagerly lick the very pink head of his boyfriend's cock, taking it all into his mouth, drinking the nectar he'll give him at the end.

But he has always had a fantasy of jerking him off in his sleep so that's what he'll start with. He moves his hand slowly, keeps looking at Buck's face, keeps searching for some gesture, some movement that would indicate he's about to wake up.

He doesn't know why, but the idea of doing this without waking him up begins to seem more and more exciting to him. It's a challenge, giving him the usual pleasure without him noticing until many hours later.

When Buck's cock starts to leak precum, he uses it on his own penis to start jerking himself off.

Funny, he can't help but remember the first time they had sex. Well, it wasn't sex exactly, they were both so scared that the only thing they did after a month of being together was get naked, kiss and eagerly jerk each other off, trying to cum at the same time.

He doesn't remember the last time they did just that. As the months have gone by they have discovered and defined their roles in bed a little more, maybe he will suggest to Buck to try something like that first time. Now that they are more experienced it will probably be an even more pleasurable experience.

He gives him a small kiss on the cheek. Although this is exciting, he really wants to taste and feel Buck's cock. It's weird, in his whole life he never believed he would have this kind of thought.

He gets between his boyfriend's legs, spreads them a little to get more comfortable, continues to masturbate him but now he also caresses his balls, his legs, his feet.

He is surprised that Buck is still snoring, but it also turns him on. He runs his tongue over his groin, then his balls, finally he runs it all over his trunk, stops at the head, gives it a lot more attention, it's something that drives his boyfriend crazy. He can almost hear him moaning, laughing at how much he loves that, telling him that no one else had ever caused anything like this in him. That no other person had ever managed to reach his level of horniness, that he loves it and doesn't want to let it go.

It's funny, before Buck he had never considered the combination of cheesy stuff and sex.

He shakes his head slightly, he doesn't want to focus on that, not now when it's a fun time.

He closes his eyes, takes his boyfriend's cock fully into his mouth, it's easy for him now, but he remembers the first time he tried it he almost choked. It took weeks for Buck to stop teasing him.

He stays like that for a few seconds, then calmly begins to move up and down, tasting, flicking his tongue, enjoying this.

If a few years ago someone told him that giving Buck blowjobs would become one of his favorite activities he probably wouldn't have believed it and then he would have jerked off alone in this very room thinking about that image, Buck standing naked, him on his knees doing exactly the same thing he's doing now.

He sighs, he doesn't want to think about that now.

Suddenly he understands. He can't sleep because he won't stop thinking.

He tries his best to concentrate on his boyfriend's cock and starts to jerk off as well.

He opens his eyes to look up, clearly sees the hairs covering Buck's entire body, his eyes still closed, mouth slightly open, some snoring escapes from his throat.

He speeds up the rhythm of his hand and slightly the rhythm of his mouth as well. At times he stops to give attention to his boyfriend's balls or play with his foreskin, the precum has merged with his saliva. He puts a little pressure on his boyfriend's cock, without warning three hot cumshots come out straight into his mouth. He savors it and stimulates himself more eagerly.

He stops sucking and gets down on his knees in front of his boyfriend's body, after finishing that part of Buck is very sensitive and he's afraid to wake him up.

Seeing him like this, with the taste of his sweet cum on his tongue, really turns him on. Five cumshots out of his dick invade his boyfriend's cock, belly and part of his chest. That wasn't the plan at first, but he also can't deny that he didn't do it consciously, now it's too late to regret it.

A chuckle escapes him, now he actually feels tired and lies down next to Buck. He thinks he could go to the bathroom, get some paper or a towel and clean up the mess he just made. Or maybe he could use his own tongue and taste his own cum. But he's more excited by the thought that, when he wakes up, Buck will know that something happened without him realizing it.

He turns off the light, closes his eyes and lays his head on Buck's shoulder. He doesn't worry about getting the sheets or his body stained, they'll wash them tomorrow morning.

His mind goes blank and he finally falls asleep.

Buck.

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the weight of Eddie's head on his shoulder.

The second thing he notices is a strong smell, a combination of saliva, sweat and semen.

The third thing is that his chest, belly and penis are sticky and now he knows where the smell is coming from.

He smiles, Edmundo Díaz is the man, no, the horniest person he knows. And that's a lot considering the phases he himself has gone through. But, he still thanks the universe that he can call him his boyfriend. And ultimately hopes to soon call him his husband.

He opens his eyes with difficulty, there is still not much light coming from the window but it is definitely morning. He looks at his cell phone, it's six twenty-five in the morning. Twenty-five minutes before the alarm goes off.

He smiles, he thinks it's the perfect time to enjoy his boyfriend's sleeping body. To surprise him or maybe get revenge for not inviting him to the fun. Well, maybe revenge is a strong word but he doesn't know how to define it better.

He carefully gets up and is grateful that Eddie lies down in the place he just left, he seems to be seeking his warmth and he finds that tender, but he stays on his back and that gives him access to his ass and that turns him on.

He arranges Eddie's legs, spreading them a little apart so he can get between them. He knows that today is going to be a busy day and that he could probably use these twenty-five minutes to get ahead of everything they have to do, but the horniness is great and he is weak if he has his boyfriend's ass so close to his face.

He runs his hands down Eddie's hairy legs, both of them ending up on the biggest, most perfect ass he's ever seen. He runs his tongue down his right leg and ends up giving a light nibble on the buttock on that side. Then he starts kissing his ass, runs his tongue over his balls which are also in full view, and slowly and confidently, lightly spreads his boyfriend's ass apart.

He gently runs one of his fingers over it, making circling motions, dying to do all the things he always does to him. He checks for any kind of reaction but Eddie is still calm and asleep.

He grins and runs his tongue, from start to finish. A quick run through, just an experiment, this is something that drives Eddie crazy, once Buck starts doing it, his boyfriend moans and moves his legs, then his whole body, with pleasure and tickling.

When there is no reaction on Eddie's face, he decides to do one of his favorite sexual activities. He flicks his tongue up and down, tries to lick every inch of his hairy ass. He tastes it, caresses his legs, buries his face and licks non-stop.

He closes his eyes, hates that his mouth is getting tired so fast, but he doesn't stop. He gives himself over to the pleasure, to the strange joy all this is causing him. An erection begins to form in his body, he thinks it's been a record, it's never taken him this long to get one but, considering Eddie has made him cum twice in a period of less than ten hours, it stands to reason.

He rolls his tongue over one last time, looks at the clock and knows he has to hurry or the alarm will beat him. He stands up, wipes the saliva off his face with his own hand and then grabs the lube from Eddie's nightstand. Now it's purple, grape. His boyfriend insists on buying flavored ones so that when he rims him, it will be more "pleasurable" but they disgust him, they are too artificial and he prefers to savor Eddie's body in its natural form.

He rubs enough liquid on his penis, he doesn't know if he will be able to cum for the third time but he feels really turned on right now. He runs his hand over his boyfriend's ass with more lube, inserting a finger to feel a little more sure.

Eddie makes a little wiggle with his eyebrows. Buck's heart races, he leaves the finger in, his boyfriend's body seems to get used to it and relaxes his face again.

He sighs, pulls his finger out and climbs onto the bed again. He arranges Eddie's legs together to get a better angle. He moves his cock closer to his boyfriend's ass and gently pushes in. Slowly, much slower than he's used to.

His breathing quickens, he feels every inch go in and it's crazy, it's pleasurable on levels he hasn't experienced before. When his balls touch his boyfriend's ass he bends over until he's lying down, his chest and belly on top of Eddie's back.

It's something that drives him crazy for some reason, feeling Buck's hairy body. He's told him so many times and, although they don't usually make love in this position as he always prefers to see his boyfriend's face, when they do, he tries to please him the best way he can.

He doesn't move his hips, he tries to get Eddie's body used to him, he kisses his neck, even though he's still sleeping, he knows that as soon as Buck starts to move he'll wake up.

He pulls his body back, almost pulling his penis out completely and re-enters as gently as possible, making sure these movements are still imperceptible to his boyfriend.

He stays inside again, runs his hands under Eddie's armpits and brings them up to his face, close to his mouth. He has a new idea.

“Eds?” Murmurs in his ear. There is no response. With one hand he covers his boyfriend's mouth and begins to move again, slowly, but with a marked rhythm.

The sun through the window announces to him that he must hurry, he increases his speed, not yet at his normal pace.

“Oh fuck.” Is what he suspects Eddie says as soon as he opens his eyes, his hand fulfilled the task to perfection.

“Good morning.”Buck bites his ear and removes his hand to kiss him.

“You're the best boyfriend in the world, I need you to know that.” Eddie is smiling, Buck stopped moving to have a somewhat civilized conversation.

“And you're the horniest boyfriend in the world, but I think you already now that.” He kisses him again, Buck lightly bites his bottom lip. “What exactly happened in the middle of the night?”

“I couldn't sleep and used my mouth and your cock to soothe myself.” Eddie has a provocative smile. Buck pulls his cock out and comes in again, quickly, only to wipe the smile off.

“Don't make a sound.” Now Buck’s the one with a smile.

“I don't know if I can do it, amor.” Eddie must know what effect it has on him because those words almost make him cum. It's the way he says it, with such passion, such surrender.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Technically this is punishment for not waking me up in the middle of the night.” They both laugh.

“If you always punish me like this, I'll do it more often.”

“Why do you think I'm doing it?” He wiggles his hips again and stifles Eddie's moan with his lips. He holds his boyfriend's arms tighter, moves his hips faster, even faster than they're used to. He stops kissing Eddie and puts his hands on his mouth again, his neck started to hurt and to be honest he needs to concentrate on one activity. From the sounds in his boyfriend's throat, he knows he made a good decision.

He kisses his neck, his ear, bites it from time to time, but concentrates on giving him as much pleasure as possible. He tries to get his body hair to touch Eddie's back completely, he feels so much pleasure that to his surprise, he starts to feel that he will soon cum again.

“Eds, I'm going to...” Eddie nods, he just picks up the pace, closes his eyes. He doesn't want it to end yet but two cumshots erupt from his body. He takes his hands off his boyfriend's mouth and they both laugh. “Do you need me to help you...?”

“Amor, I came like five minutes ago.” They laugh again, he drops his weight all over Eddie, his erection disappearing fast and he comes easily out of his boyfriend's body. Still laughing Eddie pulls him off his back and climbs on top of him. He kisses him all over and touches him and tells him he loves him.

“This was wonderful.” Buck murmurs, as his boyfriend kisses him on the cheek.

“Multiply wonderful by a thousand and that's half of what this was for me.” He tries to repress a smile, but he can't.

“Don't overreact.”

“Oh, someone wants to get more compliments.” Eddie kisses him on the lips, caresses his chest, reaches down to his penis and massages it lovingly. “We have to give him a break, I don't want to cause him any trouble.”

“Then you'll have to control yourself.” Buck steals a kiss on his cheek. “I'm just a victim of your horniness here.” Eddie laughs.

“You don't know how much I love you, seriously Evan.” His heart skips a beat, it's the second time Eddie has called him this, and even though it's his name, from the first time he heard it from his voice, he knows it has a different meaning with him.

“I love you more, Edmundo.”

“Enough to let me shower first?”

“Not that much.” Eddie's cell phone alarm starts ringing and he quickly turns it off.

“Ugh, I almost forgot everything we have to do today.”

“I know.” Buck hugs Eddie's body, laying his head on his chest, listens to his heart, it's the most relaxing thing in the world. “Can't we just pretend to be sick and stay here all day cuddling?”

“We could but we'd miss my abuela's food on tía Pepa's birthday.”

“Okay, I'm energized now.” Eddie runs his hand down his cheek.

“Should we shower together?”

“I'd love to, that way we can save time.” And even though they didn't, they had a perfect day.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 show #911 abc #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #mine #my writing #ask

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