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steveisagay · 11 months

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Hello, on behalf of my friend who doesn't have a Tumblr account \•<•/, could you write about an Eddie x Male Reader? Where reader is bisexual but before going out with Eddie he had a girlfriend who left and no one knew where he was not even her parents, a while later he begins to date Eddie but the Ex returns with a baby (who is the son of a reader) he is fascinated with the news since he always wanted a family and with several children, so he begins to give all his attention to the The baby, reader doesn't know what to do, he loves his baby more than anything in the world but he also loves Eddie and feels confused with the return of his Ex. That's the context of everything, I hope you like the idea!

Co-parenting Requires Effort

Eddie Munson x Reader

I really tried to get to this request but I feel like I really only did half of your request so of course I apologize for that but writer's block has been fucking me over so I hope you are satisfied with what I got Y/N's ex comes back after struggling with raising their baby and Y/N needs to figure out how to tell his boyfriend, Eddie Warnings: swearing, not much else I don't think, not proofread

Eddie was amazing, he was perfect compared to anyone else Y/N had ever dated. I mean sure there were a few people that came close, but that didn't matter. Eddie was his present, his now, and the past didn't matter. He'd been getting more serious as his relationships went on. Y/N just guessed that he was finally getting ready to settle down.

Last relationship he was in was good, well great actually, but they just didn't really see eye to eye. The sex was amazing, he treated her well and they always made sure to make time for each other. But then she decided out of the blue that they were better apart, so there wasn't much he could do. For the first few weeks he racked his brain trying to figure out what went wrong, but then he started feeling things for Eddie, so it didn't matter anymore.

Y/N was content with his sexuality, so what if he liked guys and chicks, whatever he did in his free time was his time. Most of his partners knew that, and those that didn't had a good reason not to know. Since Eddie was flagging in a small town he figured it was fine to tell him, and then the two started to become friends. After awhile they got closer, and closer, and close enough that one time they were hitting a blunt, they kissed. It didn't mean anything at the time, but it was hard to believe that with where they'd gotten.

Eddie was always fine with Y/N dating girls in the past, it didn't make him any less gay or lessen how he felt for him.

Almost a year ago, Y/N's now-ex-girlfriend broke up with him for reasons she didn't tell him. But now, 2:45 pm on a Sunday, she was back. Before he could even greet her or ask why she was there she spoke suddenly.

"I have a kid." She was blunt and dead serious, her voice seemed like it could stop working at any moment, "well a baby, and she's yours, I wasn't with anyone else so,"

Y/N was curious and caught off guard, so he invited her inside, once they made it to the couch he took her hand as a form of comforting her. It was like instinct.

He'd waited until she pulled herself together a little more. "Listen, I know that you moved on but I don't think I can do this on my own," Her voice started to wobble again as her eyes watered. "And I'm not asking to get back together with you-"

"We can co-parent, between the two of us we can work something out, It's gonna be fine," the words flew out of his mouth before he could think of anything else. If he really had a kid of course he'd wanna be present, what other reason would she come here for?

"Yeah, yeah we could work that out," She wiped the tears from her eyes, Y/N brought her into his arms. Who the hell cared that they were over, she needed him.

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It was Y/N's week with Alessandra, but Eddie had no idea about her existence, so he had to deal with that. As he put her down for her afternoon nap he heard the door unlock. Of course this was the time he came over unannounced.

After making sure she was all swaddled up and sleeping soundly he went downstairs, taking a few extra breaths. Eddie hadn't been over in awhile since Y/N had been working and preparing for his daughter to be a part of his life and that preparation was more exhausting then the average day at work. When he got to the last step he watched Eddie's face turn for his usual excitedness to confusion.

"Y/N are you babysitting or something?" He looked between the various baby toys to the little play mat.

Y/N sucked in a breath of air before going over to the couch and patting at the cushion beside him. "Well, no actually I... I have a kid now."

Brief panic flashed across Eddie's features "When? Is there someone else?" His tone was hurried.

Y/N was quick to shuffle closer to his boyfriend, pulling him into his arms. "Baby no, no she was from my last relationship I swear. My ex came by around a week ago and she said Aless was mine and that she needed me." There was a moment of silence before he continued going on, "Eddie listen I love you but I understand if you want to leave or-"

"Y/N, sweetheart I never wanna break up it's just gonna be hard with the kid and your ex but I swear I don't want anything other than to be with you and I'll try to help as much as I can."

"No Eddie if you wanna leave you can, it's fine I understand with all of the bullshit with your dad and all of that."

Eddie grabbed his face so he could try to get his point across, "I am never going to leave you as long as I have a choice in the matter, yeah my dad was a piece of shit but I'm not gonna let that affect this." He paused, just gazing into Y/N's eyes, "I mean, if you want me to help you parent."

"Yeah, that'd be amazing,"

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x male reader

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mrslectermoriarty · 5 months

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Headcanon Series #12

Here goes some Stranger Things stuff because I finally watched it yes it broke me so here I give you some Eddie centered Headcanons because that guy is 100% me as a fictional character and I died with him in the Upside Down which makes him a huge inspiration :)

Yes I ship Steddie so fuck off if you don't like it

1. Eddie always humming some metal or rock songs, most times without even realising it (that's how Steve learns all the great bands)

2. When Eddie finally graduates, Hellfire throws him a party and honours him with a framed picture of him and "Hail to thee our infantry, still brave eyond the grave"

3. No but seriously, they definetly honoured him post mortem

4. There is this black stray cat in the neighbourhood who keeps scratching at his door so Eddie feeds it and adopts it eventually

5. He names it Ozzy because it once brought him a dead bat as a present and Eddie still a little uncomfortable around bats almost pees his pants because no way his cat just helped him deal a little better with that trauma

6. Ozzy becomes his mental support animal from then

7. That cat is a little sceptical about the kids at first but as soon as Dustin enters, it won't let go of him because let's be honest Dustin is so Eddie's son

8. Eddie is convinced that Ozzy can read his mind

9. Or that Ozzy is from the Upside Down which freaks him out a little but untill now Ozzy hasn't tried to slaughter him in his sleep so he gets comfortable eventually

10. Eddie and Steve move together in a cute little house

11. Corroded Coffin goes on tour one day and of course Eddie takes Steve with him but the kids (who are no longer kids but it doesn't matter) won't let both of their parents "leave them alone to rot in the town" so they all join and Steve has a little breakdown because ge will end up being a babysitter again and he's not okay with that

12. Of course he is, he loves his children

13. Ozzy can't be left behind and in the end the tour bus is stuffed with people

14. The kids are Corroded Coffin's biggest fans and love to brag about how they know all members personally

15. Eddie doesn't throw his guitar pick during concerts, he hands out dices - just for the flavor

16. He will happily sign anything for you with "The Munson Killer" if you ask him about the homicides during autograph session

17. Yes, his name was cleared by the government pretty fast after the earthquake but people are still a little uncomfortable around him - he takes it with humour

18. Since its the 90s where you can only be subtly gay, Steve and Eddie get pseudo married in Mike and El's yard in autumn after the tour ends - Argyle comes down to Hawkins to be their wedding officiant (they don't regret a single moment during the ceremony, it was hilarious) Robin ist Steve's Maid of Honour and Eddie asks Nancy because honestly, Nancy may have had eyes for Steve for a while when Jonathan was back but she saw the looks Eddie and him exchanged when they thought the other one wasn't watching and that tension so she eventually sat Eddie down and told him to ask Steve out and they kind of bonded over the years after that because in the end there is an understanding among those who love Steve Harrington

19. Steve gifts Eddie Metallica cards as their 'honeymoon' - Eddie cries for half an hour

20. He pays Steve back by slamming adoption papers on the kitchen table on their anniversary in 2006 with the words "You got me everything I could dream of back then. My turn. Bam."

22. Eddie and Steve got properly married in 2014 when same-sex marriage became legal again, surrounded by their three kids and their kids with their own children - "Why do I feel so old, Eddie?" "Because you are old. Now smile for the pictures, Grandpa!"

24. And yes, of course they had very exhausting negotiations about the number of kids they'd have

#stranger things #headcanon series mrslectermoriarty #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steddie #music #corroded coffin #eddie lives #because i said so #steve harrington

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findyourrp · 24 days

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🚬🤠 Howdy, y’all.

I am offering up my deliciously religiously traumatized cowboy for the masses. He’s big! He’s buff! He’s scared of going to hell! Did I mention he’s the preacher’s son?

I’m a 25 year old person who prefers they/them pronouns. I’ve been roleplaying and writing for many years, probably before when I should have been! I’m looking for a fandomless mxm sort of interaction romantically, but I’m more than happy to build out a platonic plot with anyone. I’m totally game to send you a sample of my writing if that makes you more comfortable- in turn, please shoot me some of your ideas! I love collaboration. I also beg for IC patience- I’m getting my master’s and sometimes get busy, but I’ll always communicate. I’m almost always around to chat OOC if you like making friends! (Because I love making friends).

I mainly write through discord and I’m open to all sorts of FC’s! I also don’t mind old skool email threads.

Looking for toxic relationships, dead dove themes of alcoholism, substance abuse, and gay awakenings in small towns! I also love NSFW content when the moment is right.

Please be 18+!

I’m absolutely open to anything you could throw at my boy- some really quick ideas off the top of my head consist of the following:

-Childhood besties to lovers: Did my cowboy grow up beside your fella? Do they know each other like the backs of their hands? Did they ever kiss down in the stables away from the prying eyes of God almighty? Who knows!

-Enemies to lovers: Please. I’m begging. Someone lemme throw my boy into a bar fight that escalates into a good ol’ fashioned make out session in his truck afterwards.

-Demon x preacher’s son: Self explanatory! Gimme a demon for my cowpoke to fight that isn’t strictly emotional. :)

Iffin’ you find yourself inclined, give this a like and I’ll reach out to you!

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandomless rp #oc x oc rp

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cipheramnesia · 2 years

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Good Queer horror movies?

I've probably got like three other asks like this floating around but what the hell we got halloween around the corner, let's take another spin.

Like, how good and how queer right? For example, I would put Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation solidly in the queer category. However, they do require a little bit of background reading and review to grok the queerness. There are also buckets of old movies with queer coding and queer subtext, but I lean more modern, so I'm gonna put down some favorites where the queerness is the text. The down side is it means I'm missing out on some movies I probably should recommend, but I can't sit here and parse out fifty titles.

Anyway, off the top recently I would say Sound of Violence has been a huge favorite of mine, with a queer and murderous protagonist, following an exploration of body horror and synesthesia of sound evoking a sexual response. This isn't for everyone but I adore it.

All Cheerleaders Die is a regular recommendation of mine on queer horror, although parts of it haven't aged very well. But on the other hand the theme of love and queerness is delicious, with a witch whose powers and love for her girlfriend are so strong they literally bring her back from the dead. More recently released is Seance, which is good but a bit middle of the road insofar as horror goes. Still and all, has a bit of the vibe of All Cheerleaders Die but with less of the tone deaf bits.

Der Samurai is, probably unintentionally, my favorite transfeminine horror movie. One trans woman, one katana, one cop trying to repress his queerness, one small town of bigots, and one night of explosive bloodshed. I've watched this movie three times and it always leaves me breathless.

Equally beautiful is Titane, a transmasculine horror movie with strong body horror elements and a great deal of unreliable perspective from the camera. While we can't tell everything that is real all the time, the hallucinatory journey is full of moments of heartbreak and beauty. I actually had to turn it off a moment in overwhelming happiness at the line "you have always been my son."

The trans horror that gave me the most intense experience, and the most trauma, was Boarding School, about a child experiencing the first sense of being trans, but while also undergoing a combination of abuse and trauma and generational trauma at a school where parents leave children they want to forget they have. Between the throughline of the protagonist's Jewish heritage, the moments of self-discovery which transform swiftly to shame or violence, and the moment of claiming themselves for themselves like a phoenix, if you are trans, this movie will both fuck you up and call you out really bad.

I recently saw Jamie Marks Is Dead, a gay ghost story that is also a wonderful illustration of how limited the idea of horror being about "scary movies" is. It's painful and sad and true and had me weeping. Spiral (2019, aka "the good one") is an excellent killer cult / satanic panic type of movie which also really explores the differences of the gay experience a white guy has vs a black guy, with a big heaping of gaslighting and PTSD. While I think Jamie Marks is a more soulful movie, Spiral stands apart as a great example of how a horror movie can be a very good conventional horror movie that happens to have queer protagonists, while including lots of juicy subtext to make it a deeper and richer experience.

There's a few more solid wlw movies I'm gonna toss in at the end here, which I think are pretty good but don't have the energy to go into a lot of detail: Thelma, Raw, and Bloodthirsty. Of course there is one widely Tumblr-popular wlw horror movie that you might notice hasn't been included in the body of this text. The omission is intentional, and judgemental.

#queer horror #horror movies

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billthedrake · 2 years

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BACHELOR PAD (PART ONE)

It's fucked up, but we didn't even talk about it for a whole year. Pretty much every night my father and I were having sex, and we didn't begin to process it.

Dad was living with me after the divorce. He was a high school math teacher and soccer coach, as well as a youth pastor in our church. Loved in the school and the community. Married with three kids. Until he got caught having an affair with a former male student. Matt Adams, a soccer jock two years younger than me. Cute fucker - Dad had good taste, I'll give him that.

It was a hell of a way to come out. Apparently the two had been having an affair for a few years, back even when Matt was a senior and one of Dad's students. It was the town scandal, and Dad lost his job immediately. Mom was devastated and I got a teary, desperate phone call from Dad, apologizing for wrecking our lives.

"I hate to ask, Joe... but is there anyway I can come stay with you for a couple of days? Amy and Eric have stopped talking to me," he said, referencing my sister and younger brother. "I don't have anywhere else to turn."

Maybe I should have been upset at Dad, too. I mean he did the stupidest thing imaginable. Matt fucking Adams? Like my whole hometown wouldn't find out. But I'm gay and had a tough time coming out. I could only imagine what it was like for a man my father's age, in such a conservative, religious environment.

I'd been the one to move an hour and a half away, to the big city, to escape all that. My family accepted me in a quiet, maybe begrudging way. They'd be less accepting now if I took Dad in, but fuck that.

"Of course, Dad," I said. "Stay as long as you like."

"It'll just be a couple of days, till I figure things out," he said.

***

It was more than a couple of days, a lot more.

Dad looked like hell when he showed up. He still was wearing his normal button-down, pleated khakis and dad sneakers, but looked like a lost soul out of place. He gave me a long, tight hug. "Thanks, Joe... this means the world to me, buddy." I felt almost embarrassed. But I deflected by playing host. I didn't have a big place but tried to set up the couch to make it as comfortable to sleep on as possible. I showed Dad where the fresh towels were and told him I'd stock up on groceries the next day.

That seemed to get him. He held back tears, but barely. I got the sense Dad was dead broke. Mom was always the one to handle the finances and I wouldn't be surprised if she froze him out of the joint accounts.

"Thanks, buddy," he said, mustering the determination to look me in the eye. "OK, if I get some sleep? You have your workday tomorrow."

"Yeah," I agreed. Another tight hug, then I went to my bedroom. I was way concerned and wondered if I was doing the right thing. I mean, I didn't condone what Dad did. But I knew I'd want my parents to love me even if I fucked up. I was going to be there for Dad, even if the rest of my family stopped talking to me.

Dad was already up and showered when I got up for work. The coffee maker was going and I saw Dad folding the sheets up neatly. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and I stopped in surprise at how fit Dad was. His thick ex-jock body was now trim, and I could see the muscle in his back ripple with his motions. The man had always had a solid build, and in my moments of self-awareness I knew he very much defined the kind of ideal man for me. But he'd clearly hit the gym lately, and watched his diet. I wondered how much of that was for Matt Adams, or other men.

The view of the front as he turned around was just as spectacular. Round pecs, just the right amount of fur, taut core, kept from six-pack perfection only by the kind of normal padding middle-aged guys have. That body was incredible on anyone, but for 50 it was an achievement.

"Hey son," he greeted, more chipper in the morning. "Early bird gets the worm right?" For such a stud, Dad could be hokey as hell. It's what worked for him as a teacher and youth minister. It was hard for me to square that version of the man with the one who cheats on his wife of 27 years with an 18-year-old ex-student.

"Sleep OK?" I asked.

"Like a lamb," he said. "I think I needed a good night's sleep. It's been a while." Unlike last night, the sad statement was accompanied by Dad's normal, positive demeanor.

"Glad to hear." I heard the coffee maker gurgling from the other room. "Ready for some coffee?" I asked. I wasn't good for much conversation before my first cup.

"Definitely."

I wasn't too chatty, still waking up. After graduation, I adjusted from being a college night owl to a 9 to 5 schedule, but I wouldn't say the adjustment was easy. Dad kept up the conversation for the two of us, telling me his plan for the day, to go out and look for a job.

"I'll get out of your hair soon, Joe, promise," Dad said contritely, his blue eyes having both a youthful vitality and grown-up maturity I hadn't seen before. I knew it had to kill him inside to have the parent-son relationship reversed.

"You're not in my hair, Dad," I sighed, standing up and patting him on the shoulder. "Seriously, it's great to have you here. Maybe not the best circumstance, but great nonetheless." I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I do have to shower up... my morning schedule's pretty tight. But make yourself at home."

Dad nodded.

"Love you, Dad," I added. I'd said those words many times over the years, but I figured Dad could use them now.

"Love you, too, son."

***

It took three days, but Dad was all smiles when I got home on Friday. He was dressed in his preppy khakis shorts and polo shirt. I wondered if he'd ever stop dressing like a youth pastor.

"You are looking at an officially employed man," he beamed as soon as I set down my keys and mail and joined him in the living area.

"For real?" I said. I knew it had been weighing on him, and I was glad for my father.

He nodded, excited, like a kid. "Let's get some dinner and I'll tell you about it."

We kept dinner casual. I wasn't sure of Dad's budget, and I reserved nicer meals for when I had a big date, which unfortunately hadn't been in a while. But we enjoyed tacos and a beer in the warm spring evening. And Dad filled me in on his job.

I figured Dad was blacklisted from teaching, and he confirmed that he didn't exactly have the best job references now. But there was a landscaping company that needed strong hands. Dad fit the bill, and I guess his hokey can-do spirit paid off.

"I start tomorrow," he said. "It's their busy season, so it'll be 7 days a week at first, lots of overtime." For a man committing to a grueling job, he seemed strangely excited. "The pay's OK... it might take me a while to save a deposit for an apartment here.... I took a look at rents here, wow... pretty steep."

"Yeah," I laughed sympathetically. "But seriously, Dad, stay at my place as long as you like."

"I may need to," he admitted. "But thanks, Joe. I don't want to make it any longer than I need to. You're a good looking single guy, you don't need your dad cramping your style," he teased.

"You're not cramping anything, Dad," I assured him. "It's been a dry spell lately. But when I want to go on a date or whatever, I'll do it."

Dad got a sly look. "Even the 'whatever'," he grinned. "You want to have a guy over, just let me know and I'll give you as much privacy as you need." This was a total 180 from the man who took me aside and told me quietly that my parents weren't ready for me to bring a boyfriend home on holidays.

"Dad..." I laughed nervously. I wasn't used to my sex life being under my parents' scrutiny.

Dad wouldn't let up though. He got that hokey teacher expression. "All right I get it... you gay guys sure have nice, chaste courtships these days."

I laughed though a part of me wondered if Dad included himself in the "gay guys" category. And cynically, I thought he should have been a little more chaste, so he wouldn't be in the predicament he's in now.

***

Dad was on his job almost a week before I took pity on him. He had back-breaking work, even tougher for a man his age, despite his physical fitness. Sleeping on the couch wasn't helping. So as he got the sheets out to set up the couch, I stopped.

"Come on, Dad, you can share my bed," I offered.

"Son..." he started to object.

"It's big enough, and you need a proper sleep. Come on." I was too weary for an argument, this just made more sense. Dad acquiesced and followed me to the bedroom, us turning off the lights behind us.

I didn't want to perv on my old man, but it was nice seeing him slip down to some snug briefs as we got ready for bed. Maybe I was imagining it, but Dad seemed to be appraising my body. I kept in shape and hit the gym regularly and was starting to get a trim, muscular build I was proud of. Dad's eyes made me prouder, even if it was a normal parent's assessment of how much his kid's grown up.

We slipped into bed. I was tired after a long and ready for sleep. But Dad seemed more awake.

"Thanks again for everything, Joe," he said, not mopey, not hokey. Just completely sincere.

"Dad..." I objected. I wanted him not to feel so much in my debt.

But he scooted in and gave me a hug. It was nice. The affection from my father. But it was more than that. His warm, muscular body. That soft fur. His masculine scent.

I'd been working though some daddy issues, I guess. I mean, I tended to date guys my own age, but it was incredible hot to hook up with an older man. But none were as hot as my father. I knew my dick was firming up but I figured I had a couple of seconds before Dad would notice.

Dad didn't give me a couple of seconds. He pulled back and his mouth found mine. I don't know if he somehow read my desire for him. Maybe he was just thinking with his dick, like he had with Matt Adams. Because we were outright kissing now. Lips parting, tongues meeting.

Holy mindfuck. I knew incest was wrong, or at least very forbidden. But that forbidden nature just made me hard as nails as we made out and our warm bodies came together.

Then, I felt Dad's palm cup my hardon in my briefs. This was not a tentative man. Dad was horny and very openly massaging my cock.

I leaned back and watched Dad playfully slip my underwear down over my hardon, down my legs. I helped him the rest of the way, kicking them off as Dad got naked, too.

My eyes widened to see his cock, my father's cock, erect and ready for sex. Still, a nervousness hit me, along with an awareness that Dad and I were about to cross a line we couldn't uncross.

Dad crossed it for me, quickly leaning over and gripping the base of my cock to pull it toward his lips and right into his mouth.

I watched wide eyed as my father blew me, bobbing his head up and down several inches of dick in steady, amazing strokes.

I have to admit, I was never very much an oral sex kind of guy. I liked licking and sucking on a man a little as foreplay, and sure, I'd enjoy that treatment, too. But I'd never had a man who sucked me like Dad. Maybe this is what I was missing the whole time, I thought as I leaned back and felt his steady, skilled motion and suction bring me off.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed and like that I was cumming in Dad's mouth, hard. Seriously, I didn't know coming from head could feel this good. It was a different kind of intense than fucking, and I knew I was hooked now.

Dad finally pulled off, a proud smile on his face. A wicked part of me wondered how much practice he had.

It certainly turned him on, cause he had a coating of his own seed in his fist as he relinquished his cock.

***

I couldn't help it. I guess Dad couldn't either. We repeated it the next night. And again the following. It became a nightly routine for us. Stripping down, even past our underwear. Me throwing hard before I even got into bad. Dad as well, most of the time. Sometimes we were in a playful mood, sometimes it was matter of fact. We kissed briefly before sex but never after. We didn't really talk about anything, we just had oral sex.

But each night we became more open about it. Keeping the sheets off. Leaving the lights on and the blinds closed so we could appraise each other. Then Dad and I would scoot our bodies together and make out. Not taking our time and not rushing it. In due time Dad would move down and start taking me into his mouth. Slowly, lovingly working me to orgasm.

I returned the favor a couple of times and loved it. The excitement of having my own father's dick in my mouth was an incredible thrill. Feeling his cum pulse into my mouth was even more mind blowing. Dad seemed to realize, because once he came he looked down at my renewed erection. "You need another go, son?" he offered. I nodded and knelt up to offer him my dick once more.

That became my favorite position, I decided. Dad's head propped back on a couple of pillows and the head board as I fed him my prick. The next night, I repeated it for my first round, silently gesturing Dad into place before we even met for a kiss, I knelt up and offered Dad my hard cock. The man's strong hands were on my thighs, telling me he was good to go. So I fucked his mouth for a deep, quick orgasm.

***

I knew it was wrong, and I spent half of each morning going through my head a plan to stop it. Dad wasn't forcing himself on me, I could easily say no. But I was having the secret affair of a lifetime. And the damage was done. Dad and I had already crossed the line. Repeatedly. What was another blowjob, another kiss?

Still, we kept some unspoken boundaries. We didn't talk about sex. Even at night in the bedroom, it was mostly silent communication between us. Outside my room, it was just me and Dad being son and father, even if our relationship had changed now that Dad was living with me.

The man worked hard, I'll give him that. His normal hokey self was quieter now when he got home from an overtime shift. He was physically drained, and I gave him space. And he somehow sensed when to give me mine.

One night I did mention something to him about his long days.

"Overtime," he replied with a game shrug.

"Been doing a lot of that this week," I observed.

He nodded. "Yeah, Joe. I'll take as much work as they throw my way. Divorce lawyers are expensive as hell. At least the good ones."

"Sorry, Dad," I said, regretting I'd brought up a sore subject.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about, son," Dad said, getting that tone he'd given when he'd lectured me or my siblings growing up. "It's my own dang fault I'm in this mess."

That night was the first night in a week and a half that Dad and I didn't have sex.

***

I was a little down the next day. Maybe I'd become addicted to Dad's blowjobs, but deep down I knew a good thing couldn't last. Particularly when that good thing was goddamn incest.

Emotionally, I wanted to see my father happy. I knew it would take him a while to get to that space, but I was glad to help him out. Indeed, the rest of my family was giving me the silent treatment. I'd occasionally get a terse text from my sister Amy, and I gathered she'd been designated the one to communicate with me. I was down about the whole thing, but I also knew I'd done the stand-up thing.

I guess my mood had picked up by the time I got home, but it didn't match Dad's chipper mood. It was Friday evening, so I wasn't surprised to see him home before me, but I was surprised to see he'd already started on a beer. Growing up, Dad would occasionally indulge in one Bud Light when the occasion called for it, but now he was popping open a cold one like a real blue collar dude.

"Hi there, Joe. Got paid today," he announced with a proud smile, nodding down to a fat envelope on the table. "Half went to my lawyer," he said. "But the rest is for you. Should at least cover groceries and utilities."

"Dad..." I objected, taking a seat across from him.

"I'm serious, Joe," Dad said firmly. "I may not be Father of the Year right now, but I'm not gonna sponge off my own son. At least not too much," he winked.

I saw how much this meant to Dad. He'd lost his whole life, he didn't want to lose his pride, too. I picked up the envelope. "All right... as long as I get to treat us to dinner tonight."

"Deal," my father said. He took one more swig of beer and stood up. "Let me clean up," he said and peeled off his gray-heather T-shirt from his landscaping company.

God, my dad was hot as fuck, I had to admit. Somehow the manual labor had made his body even harder and fitter since he'd moved in. I tried not to stare, but he seemed to invite my gaze. Furry muscle that was getting more toned by the day, tan lines developing on his arm and neck. My initial thought was Matt Adams had been one lucky bastard. Then, I thought, more evilly, I was even luckier. Cause this was my Dad. Dirty blond, blue eyed math teacher with a dark side.

As he made his way to the hall to go shower off, I popped a boner. Looking at my own father. I massaged it a little, teasing its hardness, then figured I needed to get myself under control and go to change into something more casual myself.

Dinner was our regular casual taco spot. My father couldn't stop talking, but I was glad to see him in a cheerier mode. He even gave me the blow-by-blow with the divorce proceedings, but instead of the normal wistful tone, he had that fighter mentality I'd rarely seen in him. At least not in a long time. I didn't take his side entirely - I mean, Dad fucking cheated on Mom, and she had every right to be hurt and angry and unforgiving. But I also knew their separation was complete and permanent, and Dad needed this final break to move on.

"Listen to me, talking your ear off, Joe," he finally caught himself, leaning forward. I remember being so attracted to him at that moment. His clean-cut youth minister looks, his hunky DILF body, his furry knotted forearms. "Tell me everything about work."

I was very independent, almost defiantly so since coming out. I never asked my parents for career advice, but that evening I opened up to Dad, getting his feedback as I weighed the possibility of looking for a higher paying job elsewhere.

I could see his reaction, visible if silent. Happiness I was bringing him into my life like that. I could see I'd hurt him by walling him off for the last six years, but he also knew at that moment he'd hurt me. A lot went unsaid that evening, but we just enjoyed talking, and Dad - Mr. One and Done - lifted up his beer glass.

"Another, son?" he asked. "It's been a hell of a week."

"How about back home?" I offered. "I'm driving."

Dad's good mood was infectious, and even though it was still early when we got home, I looked at him with a smile. "What do you think of getting into bed a little early?" This was the closest we'd come to discussing our sleeping arrangement.

Dad's eyes twinkled. "You bet," he said. With a lustful look toward me, he pulled up the hem of his polo shirt and lifted it off. There was that amazing furry upper body again, displayed for me. I followed suit and got an ego boost as Dad looked me up and down.

"You have an amazing body, Joe," he said softly. "Perfect, really."

I stepped up and reached out to touch his bare flank. His flesh was warm and felt great. We met for a kiss, the first time we'd kissed outside of my bedroom and that felt extra taboo for a reason.

Dad and I made out, feeling a strange, stronger passion than normal. I almost didn't want to break our kiss, but I finally pulled and patted his side. "Let's go back to the bedroom," I said.

Dad got undressed first, leaning back onto the mattress and spreading his meaty legs some. His dick stood straight up. It looked so much like my own, but clearly an older man's cock - hairier crotch, lower balls. I wanted to suck him.

Slowly I climbed on bed and ran my hands up his calves and quads as he smiled down on me. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, Joe. Like you couldn't believe," he said.

"Is that why you're having sex with me?" I asked in a worry. "To pay me back?"

He shook his head, almost nervously. "No. I guess I've always fantasized about this... just seems so unreal it would happen."

I leaned in and licked dad's nuts, which made him exhale a sharp breath in excitement. "Fuck yes, son." Dad usually only cursed when he was really mad. Or in bed, it turns out.

I playfully ran my tongue along those furry testicles, getting off on the idea that they'd made the seed that had fathered me. It was a magical connection.

I pulled back and stared at those magnificent paternal genitals. Dad erect, nuts hanging in perfect readiness beneath his thick stalk. "I've jacked off to roleplay porn... you know dad-son stuff... but it doesn't hold a candle to this." For all we'd done, it still felt like I was taking a chance mentioning this.

"No it doesn't," Dad said simply. I looked up at him. A sexual look was on his face, but so was pure affection. This was fucking with my head in the biggest way, but I was gonna embrace this. Ever bit of messiness of fucking around with my own dad. "I watched porn like that too," he said softly. "A lot. Only I couldn't find much where the son's the top." The man seemed to shake with his own admission.

My body was shaking now, too. I watched Dad question me with his eyes. "Yeah, I prefer it that way too," I said. Letting the words hang right there between us.

Dad grinned and spread his legs and started pulling them back. His body hair is light colored and fine so the thickness of it leading from his balls to his pucker was a real sight. I leaned in and I kissed my father's asshole.

"Oh fuck, Joe!" I heard and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started eating Dad out. Really going to town munching his hot hole. I didn't know how much Dad got fucked. I had a pretty good sense Matt Adams had done the honors. My goal was to make Dad forget Matt fucking Adams.

The more I licked and tongued him, the more Dad leaned back and pulled his legs back and wide, giving me full access. Finally, I withdrew a few inches to visually examine the spit-wet daddy hole.

Dad's voice was hoarse with need. "You gonna fuck me, son?"

I looked up into his eyes. There was Dad, my loving father, but it was also like I was looking at a different man. Horny. Needy. A muscle hairy piece of fuck meat. A million fantasies clashed in my brain and made my hardon surge.

I took my time lubing Dad's hole up. He just lay back and spread his legs and let me at it. "You've got an amazing cock, son," he hissed.

I responded by nudging my erection into the soft crinkled hole and pressing right inside him. Holy fuck, this was incredible. The physical sensation of the heat and soft grip of his anus, but the mental side, too. Topping my father.

For all the roleplay I'd fantasized about, this was a mostly silent fuck, me and Dad communicating with our eyes and our bodies as my thrusts slowly built up speed and urgency. He held his legs back and explored my chest and sides and that clear interest in my body fueled my own desire.

As we fucked and climbed closer to orgasm, I savored every second. The evil part of me was now glad my parents were divorcing. Dad was mine now.

That idea made my nuts boil over. "Dad...!" I cried urgently, warning him without putting into words that I was about to cum.

That got a deep growl out of my old man. "Go for it, Joe.... fucking seed my ass!"

I did, my lungs groaning like trampled bagpipes. I was riding the high of one of the best cums of my left. Maybe THE best cum of my life. But Dad wasn't far behind. Driven to new heights of lust he frigged his cock and then I watched, blurry eyed as heavy ropes of my father's sperm flew all over that chest hair.

"Damn," Dad hissed when I finally pulled out and rested on my haunches and my dong fell soft and satisfied between my legs. "Can't believe we just did that."

I ran my hands up his shins now that his legs were resting back on the bed. "Regrets?" I was scared of the answer but man enough to know I needed to find out.

He shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I should, but... fuck."

"Yeah..." I grunted leaning forward to embrace him. "Fuck."

#drakestories

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meenafreezoid · 2 years

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Animal Crossing Characters Headcanons #1

Heeey, I just got into the Animal Crossing's fandom a month ago and I wanted to do this soooo bad. I feel like there's not enough hdcns of Animal Crossing's characters on tumblr, so here u go !

We'll start with my tanuki bois: Tom, Timmy and Tommy Nook, enjoy :)

💰☕🍃 Tom Nook 🍃☕💰

Our favorite Tanuki Landlord is 42 years-old. He left his natal town for the city at the young age of 20 and came back when he was around 30.

My boi is a bisexual king, periodt.

According to Sable, when he was a kid, he was a idealist with a heart of gold, very ambitious, yet always kind. He hated injustice and was actually very sensitive. I like to think young Tom Nook was a bit like Ash from Pokemon~~

He adopted Timmy and Tommy when they were basically babies (like 2 or 3 years-old or something). He considers them as his pupils and sometimes call them affectively his nephews. That's because he's got too much pride to call them his sons.

The fact that he found two children who looks exactly like him even though Tanukis are a very rare species is a pure coincidence, but Tom secretly like to think it was fate.

He's slowly recovering from depression. When he found Timmy and Tommy in his late twenties, he was at his lowest point, alone and broke, and even considered the s word. Adopting them was like starting a new life and he decided to come back at his little town to raise them and start over.

He's very good friend with Isabelle, Blathers and Sable, and get along with almost everybody, even if they all confirms that Tom is an introvert, just with good social skills.

He had a hard time reconnecting with Sable when he came back, because he developped trust issues. He either rejected her or didn't have enough time to spend with her. But now they are close again, even if they don't have the same complicty they had when they were children. Because of how he treated Sable back then, Mable doesn't trust him and thinks her sister deserves better (she's still polite with him though)

Coffee drinker, and during his breaks he sometimes smoke while Isabelle allows herself to drink a little glass of whiskey. They both do that when Timmy, Tommy and the Resident Representative (or kids in general) aren't there so they don't give a bad example.

He used to have a VeRy AmbIGuOus~~ relationship with Redd at their time in the city. They were buisness partners and lived together but that's all Tom would spoke about him. This is probably thanks to Redd that he discovered that he can be into men (and let's be honest anyone would be gay for Redd <3 even if he's a bastard).

He hates Redd with a passion not only because he betrayed him but also because he brings out the worst in him: from his desire of adventure he became drawn to danger and even illegal things, his dream of glory and ambitions turned into greed, and basically every of his morals and principles were dead during his time with him. He isn't proud of it at all.

Has many talents and interests: good crafter, very great singer (loves to do karaoke with Isabelle), has an eye for fashion (like to speak clothes and do shopping with Sable), chess player, pianist and violonist (he once did a cover of KK Lament).

He won't admit it, but now that he's a bellionaire and have a stable life, he slowly start to think about more "conventional life" things, like marriage~~. He still hasn't found the one yet. This idiot is so oblivious to love anyway... (Poor Sable)

He gives the best hugs <3

He can be harsh with people (especially the Resident Representative) because he doesn't want others to end up like him. He has a sort of affection toward the Resident Representative like for Timmy and Tommy and he's very protective of them. Tom is the kind of guy that would beat the shit out of himself to create a better system and future for the people he cares about, even if he has to act like the villain.

Basically act tuff but he's such a dad and a big softie I luv him so much <3

☺👋🍃 Timmy & Tommy 🍃👋☺

Despite their height, Timmy and Tommy aren't young children, they're both 15, with Timmy being a few minutes older than Tommy.

No one knows who are their actual parents, and they don't remember them neither, and both don't care. They are happy with their mentor Tom Nook and no one can replace him.

They both work because they want to. Tom Nook never forced them. At first he was just teaching them and let them observe him. Then, when his shop grew bigger and bigger (when he was more stable financially), he asked them if they wanted to work with him to put in practice what they learned. Timmy and Tommy were more than happy to, and actually were always harrassing Tom to let them work with him (they both truly admire him). When Tom Nook thought that they were ready (in New Horizons), he lend them the key of Nook's Cranny. The fact that they work alone in Nook's Cranny are way more a proof that Tom Nook trust them than any kind of exploitation.

Because they were raised by Tom Nook, they're both very mature for their age, more practical, independent and autonomous. So they don't really get along well with others children/teens and are more at ease with adults (Celeste and the Resident Representative are exceptions).

They are both smart as hell (young buisness prodigies), in a different way. Timmy is a quick thinker and learner, very adaptable, more social and persuasive, while Tommy is best at long-term planning, organization, logistics and managment. Tom Nook taught them everything he knows to not let them make the same mistakes he did.

Both probably have a high IQ and are good mathematicians and excellent chess players (Tommy beat Tom Nook once).

Since they are basically adults in teen's body, Tom Nook let them do wathever the fuck they want. They drink coffee, sometimes alcohol and Timmy even smoke once because he saw Tom Nook do it, but he hated that and never did again. Tom Nook knows they are responsible enough to handle themselves, but he's still here to protect or help them if they need him.

Tommy is a very good listener while Timmy gives great advices.

When they aren't working, they like to prank Tom Nook just to mess with him or test him. They like to switch clothes or things like that for example. Yet Tom is always one step ahead and always knows what they're up to. Little mischievous boys <3

They sometimes hang up with Celeste after closing the store since Blathers and Tom are friends. They get along well with her because of how calm and wise she is. They also like the Resident Representative more than just a client, because they're also more responsible than most people of their age (due to being in debt for Tom Nook), and Tommy has a little crush on them <3 (while Timmy is always like "Love sucks !")

They both accidentally called Tom Nook "dad" at different moment. Timmy did when Tom complimented him on his work (Literally the: "Nice work !", "Cool ! Thanks dad."). Tommy did when he was asking a innocent question like "Hey dad, why do you always look so sad ?". Tom Nook act like he didn't heard that but he was screaming internally.

They both live in Nook's Cranny. Upstairs, there's a studio for them to live (beds, kitchen, bathroom, etc.). Tom Nook comes to join them after they close to spend time with them and eventually stays there to sleep (when he's not overworked).

Timmy and Tommy are the only one who ever saw Tom cry.

They give Cuphead (Timmy) and Mugman (Tommy) from Casinoandcups vibe~~.

Aaaand that's all I have for now. Tell me if you want more <3

#animal crossing #acnh #animal crossing new horizons #tom nook #timmy and tommy #animal crossing headcanons #acnh headcanons #tanukichi #mamekichi

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iluffyouxo · 2 years

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𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

the walking dead — Daryl Dixon X black, female oc

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𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?

Jessie and her sons were holding a welcoming party—quite late, if you asked me. Almost two months had gone by since we fell upon this makeshift haven. I sigh as I cross my right leg over the other, taking a seat at the very top of the staircase. I gaze over the occupants of smiling faces and joyful laughter. I, myself, let the ghost of a meaningful smile dance at my lips, until I remembered exactly why I had sat up here in the first place. I frown.

Our entire group was here (even Rick, though I could tell he still remained skeptical of it all), but there was one man I had yet to find in the crowd. One man I hoped to call my husband soon.

“Where the hell is Daryl?” A playful tone voiced my very thoughts. And my smile returns to my face. It was Glenn. “Hey! I haven’t seen you in a few days!” I exclaimed over the hushed hum of Johnny Stimson sounding through a CD player. Glenn gives me a soft grin. “Yeah, Maggie’s been wanting to spend some alone time together. ‘S not like we ever get to have this much peace and quiet.” I nod. “Ah—young couples in love,” I mockingly swoon. His laugh is short before his look turns to one of concern. “Speaking of couples, you didn’t answer my question: where’s Daryl?” I sigh dejectedly and shrug. “I only know as much as you do. He was gone by the time I was done getting ready.” Glenn returns my sighs with a slow pat on my hand. “No worries, I’m sure he’ll show up sooner or later,” he states reassuringly. But, even I could tell that he wasn’t so sure of his own words. I nod again. “Yeah…sure.”

I step out into the dusk that had taken over the day, my block heels clicking against the faded pavement. I had left the party a little early—it wasn’t any fun if I couldn’t embarrass Daryl with a kiss to his hand—and walked aimlessly around Alexandria. Maybe Daryl had gone out on a run? I shake my head with a huff at the possibility. “If that were the case, he would’ve told me. Besides…half the town is at Jessie’s,” I murmur to myself. That’s when I catch the sudden buzz of chatter.

“Hey, man, who is that?” A low rumble slurs. “That’s Dixon’s girl,” another voice echoes. “Dixon’s girl? You sure about that James?”

“Hell yeah. I see ‘em together all the time.”

“How’d he pull a killer like that? Ain’t he gay or somethin’?” Then, there was obnoxious chortling from the two men (whom were clearly drunk off their high horse). “I dunno, but I heard he hasn’t even kissed her yet. What a man, yeah? Ain’t even fully claimed his territory!” And their boisterous howling continues.

I roll my eyes but trudge onward. I’m just glad Daryl wasn’t around to hear any of that. Despite what many people believe…he was quite fragile. And tended to shut down and become distant whenever his feelings were hurt or something serious just didn’t seem to want to go his way. However, my relief was cut rather short as I spotted him a few feet away (definitely within earshot of the two men) leaning against the church while babysitting the butt of a cigarette.

“Daryl?” I call out to him, my footsteps light and my breathing heavy. “Y’know, I’ve been looking all over for you.” He doesn’t meet my gaze but he grunts, letting me know that he at least acknowledges my presence. I sigh. “You heard them, didn’t you?” He only grunts again confirming my speculations. “You really shouldn’t listen to stuff like that.” That’s when he turns to look at me, his icy eyes already growing cold. “And why not? It’s true.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Like hell it is! Do you really think I believe what two assholes think about our relationship? What we’ve been through is what we know. And what I know for damn sure is that I love you. Whether you say it back or not, whether you finally kiss me or not, isn’t gonna change the fact that I care for you.”

He only blinks down at me, his lips slightly parted, and dammit all if he didn’t look so kissable right now! I groan in frustration. “Daryl, really? C’mon,” I huff, “I want to marry you for fuck’s sake! You weirdo.”

And I’m met with the joyful chuckle of his gruff voice. The cigarette he was holding now dropped and squished with the heel of his boot. “Nobody’s ever told me they wanted to marry me before. Bishop, ya truly som’, y’know that?” I pat the side of his face. “Yeah, I know.”

My hand lingers on his cheek for a while, my thumb rubbing across the small hairs on his chin. His eyes were beginning to brighten again and I felt a fluttering in the pit of my stomach. “Can I kiss you?” I blink slowly at that, too shocked to speak. I give him a quick nod of my head. And that’s all he needs to lower his head just a few inches below his normal height before his lips meet mine.

There were no fireworks as the books used to claim but I felt my legs give in as if I were melting into him, and he’s quick to wrap his arms around my torso to support me. “Sorry,” he mumbles against my neck as he nuzzles his head into my shoulder, “I haven’t kissed too many people.” I chuckle against his hair. “Really? I couldn’t tell, it was perfect to me.”

#black writers #black female reader #black oc #excerpt from a book i'll never write #fanfiction #blasian oc #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x reader #daryl x oc #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #twd #daryl x y/n

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missyourflight · 10 months

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some stuff i read and watched in june:

taskmaster (s1-5): haven't done an early seasons rewatch in so long, s4 and 5 are basically perfect 2 me. incredible that mark watson manages to be both my favourite type of taskmaster guy (hopelessly despairing) and also nearly won the thing lol. nish forever obviously

silo: got well into this! probably at some point apple will stop throwing millions at sci-fi shows but i'm going to enjoy their folly in the meantime

mission: impossible ii: hadn't seen this one! the weakest of the lot but the john woo of it all is undeniable

mission: impossible iii: PSH outrageously good as the villain, hi keri russell

mission: impossible - ghost protocol: so much fun, especially the sequences where you can see brad bird's animation brain going

mission: impossible - rogue nation: ILSA my beloved, the opera sequence is so gorgeous, no notes!

mission: impossible - fallout: it's good when henry cavill reloads his arms, it's better when tom cruise is sprinting around london rooftops and breaking his ankle etc, my most basic trait is that i Love when they're in london like oooh tate modern. anyway i'm very ready for dead reckoning

asteroid city: the bits about making art really got to me! the vending machines were cool!

joint security area: crash landing on you prepared me for this, blank check weren't lying when they said it was homoerotic, song kang-ho forever etc

dodie smith, the town in bloom: the most delightful narrative voice i've read in Ages and v funny. easy to sell me on 1920s theatrical shenanigans

k patrick, mrs s: So hot and butch, i liked the butch friendship stuff almost more than the sex stuff. more sexy lesbian novels Please

kj charles, the secret lives of country gentlemen: another winner from KJC, my most reliable romantic comfort reads. this time it's smugglers!

alice slater, death of a bookseller: sticky little thriller about being poisoned by true crime, great sense of place, So many pints of dark fruits

laura kay, wild things: bisexual disaster in love with her best friend, tragically very me- and also george russell-coded, god i want to swim in a pond again

SOME STUFF I SAW AT ROCK WERCHTER

the dj on the first nigt who played a mash up of i'm gonna be (500 miles) into temperature and then the 1d cover of one way or another into little lion man (deeply cursed fandom flashbacks etc)

weyes blood with candelabras and glowing hearts and amazing adam curtis projections on the big screen behind her

king princess sending the gay girls of belgium absolutely wild - "you wanna hear a sad lesbian song?"

matty healy is a dickhead but he's very good at being the frontman of the 1975. like if ben whishaw was straight and kind of disgusting

stormzy!!! literally the rain was pouring during blinded by your grace pt 2

mumford and sons - this whole festival was like being borne back ceaseless into the past but the cave still fucks me up, marcus really in his ken marino era, face-wise

PUP - i do believe if this tour doesn't kill you, i will to be a wholly perfect song, they had a trans flag on stage, best vibes of the festival

sigur ros - sometimes you just want to be in a massive barn with thousands of people with your faces turned up in the dark feeling like you're inside the sound somehow

muse - fucking incredible live band still!! every time i'm see them i'm floored by how hot chris the bassist is and then i forget about it and then i see them again and i'm poleaxed etc. they had a tech meltdown during knights of cydonia at the encore so we got showbiz instead!!

christine and the queens - beautiful and terrible as the dawn

jacob collier - asked if we wanted to get funky then put on a special hat, bit george russell-coded in the face

arctic monkeys - sometimes you just want to be in a field with one of your oldest friends singing the songs of your youth!! i love the 70s act actually! there are so many sexy songs on AM!! the skies finally cleared for the beautiful full moon, thank you belgium, good night

#monthly media #sophposting

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An excerpt of Twisted Stitches (Chapter One)

by @antihell

AUDIENCE: NA POV: 3rd person limited STATUS: writing first draft TW: body horror, homophobia mention WORD COUNT: 938 or smth

There is no way in Hell Oliver Kaito is going to make it through this semester.

Oliver is seated at his desk in his dorm room as he bites at his cuticles, tearing each one from jagged hangnail to root, while his mother incessantly yaps at him over the phone. He spaced out a long time ago, but that’s not unique to his mother. After a long time without sleep, it’s a lot easier for Oliver to coast between that shaky period of sleep and wakefulness. That place is where Oliver calls the shadows, but only to himself. Nobody else really knows the extent of his insomnia. Truth be told, he does not remember the last time he slept.

“Attendance is the easiest grade to get, Oliver! There’s no reason for you to miss points because you skipped class. Oliver? Oliver, this is important! Are you listening to me?” His mom drones on, not waiting for any sort of acknowledgement from her son. “Go to class, Oli. I know you’re struggling. Just- Just go to class, okay?” It’s as if she’s calming herself, collecting her chakras or whatever they’re called before Oliver can even complain. Maybe all those spiritual retreats have been beneficial after all.

“Yeah, okay Mom,” Oliver sighs. “I’ll go to class. Just don’t tell dad about me missing, okay?” His desk is littered with bloody tissues from trying to stop the blood leaking from his fingertips, but to no avail. His finger draws a sticky dot of red on his phone screen as he presses to hang up.

As if on cue, his roommate Carson comes in, surely ready to set into motion some scheme he has come up with to get Oliver laid. Oliver isn’t sure why Carson is so obsessed with his sex life, but he won’t stop Carson from having his fun with it. “Alright,” Carson begins, taking a deep breath, and Oliver is ready to nod along to whatever plan he has cooked up. Nodding along is about as much you’ll get out of Oliver as a response these days. “There’s a girl in my philosophy II class you’ll love. She’s really smart with all that metaphysical science shit you’re into.”

Oliver can’t find it within himself to tell Carson that metaphysical science is kind of an oxymoron. He still hasn’t bothered to tell Carson that he’s gay either. Oliver doesn’t want to spoil the fun for Carson.

“Alright, what’s her name?” Oliver says, pretending to be interested, collecting all his bloodied tissues from his desk and tossing them in the trash bin beneath his desk. He rolls his desk chair around to where Carson is, combing still-bleeding fingers through his hair, getting much too long even for his own standards. His mom would throw a fit if she knew he had not gotten it cut since he left home in the little town outside Spokane for the summer semester 300 miles away.

“Kayla Greene,” Carson replies, as if Oliver should already know who she is. Carson’s eyes are dead focused on his laptop as he looks her up on social media and pulls up her page. “Okay, I know she’s white but…” Carson tells him, trailing off. Oliver has not once said, or implied, that he wouldn’t date a girl that’s white. His mom is white, for God’s sake! Still, Oliver looks more Japanese than his genes, and Carson gets so excited that Oliver doesn’t want to interrupt and trip him up.

The dreary pace of the dorm internet is pretty infuriating sometimes. Her page finally loads, and Oliver is alarmed at first to see how much skin is showing. And he hates how that trips him up. Hates it. He hates how he seems to have inherited some signs of bigotry his dad has always displayed. His dad would probably call Kayla Greene a trollop from what little clothing she is wearing.

“She’s cute,” Oliver says, convincingly enough. Carson seems pleased.

“Yeah? Total stunner, right? And brains, too. I know that stuff matters to you, and shit.”

Oliver, again, hasn’t even had enough time to tell Carson that he wants someone smart to date. Carson just gets those vibes from him. Oliver is frankly comfortable knowing that.

“Also a sophomore,” Carson begins reading off her supposedly attractive traits. “20 years old. Does gymnastics. Philosophy major. Eh? Eh?” Carson finally looks at Oliver to gauge his opinion. Oliver laughs to make his smile appear more genuine.

“Yeah, she’s cute,” Oliver repeats, nodding with fake enthusiasm.

“Just cute? Come on, roomie.” Carson insists on calling Oliver his roomie, even giving it as a nickname, on a regular basis. “She’s into all that mindful crap you’re into.”

This time Oliver’s laugh is genuine. “Alright, I’ll give her a chance.” He tilts Carson’s laptop up so he can see the screen better. She looks like a nice girl. Oliver just is not into girls. He considers telling Carson now. It would save a lot of time and effort. But Carson always gets so excited when he’s setting Oliver up on these potential dates, none of which ever follow through for obvious reasons. Maybe he should just put his sexual orientation up on his profile. But the risk of Oliver’s parents finding that out is far too great. So, Oliver will let Carson have his fun.

“You know dating is not all that important to me, right?” Oliver asks him.

Carson laughs, shutting his laptop. “I know.” He doesn’t seem too upset about it.

#if you like this pls reblog the intro linked in the first line of text tysm #wip: twisted stitches #ex: twisted stitches #belial wrote #body horror tw

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gaykarstaagforever · 5 months

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This is a list of scripted ABC shows from the last season. I haven't heard of most of them because I'm not 63 so I'm going to guess what they are about from the titles and then check and see how right I was. Or if my idea is better.

1. The Conners was that reboot / sequel of Roseanne. But then Roseanne was insane and racist in real life so they kicked her off of it. I assume it was retooled to now be about the family becoming private eyes and traveling from town to town in a gadget-loaded super RV, solving mysteries.

You should all note before I go on that most of what I know about network television comes from the 70s and 80s. Back when it was also cheap and lame, but at least fun.

2. Abbott Elementary. Probably just Community / The Office, but in an elementary school filled with a diverse cast of quirky characters who only seem to date each-other. I bet they do a lot of jokes about helicopter parents and people getting offended by seemingly innocuous things. There is probably a sassy brown person whose culture is played for light-hearted comic relief.

3. Station 19. Firefighter show, where all the firefighters look like soap opera actors. Most of the show is people having arguments and making out, then like 3 times a season stunt people in face-hiding fire gear fight a big fire inspired by some thing that happened in the news around the time they were filming the show. I bet the tag line is "And you thought the hottest action would be the fires!" Occasionally old actors from 80s movies will cameo as someone's parents. I am falling asleep just typing about it.

4. Grey's Anatomy. Oh my god. In real life these people would have retired from being bad doctors by now. Or be in jail.

5. The Rookie. I looked this one up due to the last post. Nathan Fillion plays a 50 year old rookie LAPD officer. Because they wanted to do a cop show with him but he's too old for that, without the premise. He probably has to learn about diversity and drugs or something. No one ever gets shot and they don't show LAPD white supremacist cop-gangs doing dog fights or anything. Wasted potential.

6. The Goldbergs. I've heard of this. It was some writer's Everybody Hates Chris about his 80s secular Jewish family. Obnoxious old people watched it to be reminded about how they just don't make good rock music like that anymore, man, because they are too old and lazy to go find new music they might like via streaming platforms. It has been cancelled. Good, if only to spare me that recurring conversation with people I don't like.

7. Home Economics. A rich white homemaker lady gets divorced and has to get a job as a home ec teacher at a public junior high to make ends meet? And she slowly learns to laugh and love again, while also coming to realize that poorer people are good for more than just mowing your lawn. There are hijinks about her wearing $600 shoes that get covered in cake batter. She has to rent part of her house out to an Indian immigrant family. Starring Delta Burke from 1995.

8. The Good Doctor. Ha ha ha. That show about an autistic doctor, except Hollywood doesn't know what autism actually is so he's just a deranged lunatic who gets away with shitty behavior because he's good at hearts.

But not in the fun, House MD, way.

9. The Rookie: Feds. This got cancelled so that means it was bad, even by low network TV cop show standards. I don't even know how to do that. Uh...some 50 year old TV actress I probably wouldn't recognize quits being a crime professor to become an FBI agent, after her son FBI agent goes missing under mysterious circumstances? And it ended in a cliffhanger when she got attacked by a polar bear in the middle of the jungle.

10. Not Dead Yet. My Name is Earl, but if Earl was a nice zombie. He has a best friend guardian angel played by Jaleel White.

...This actually just sounds like Highway to Heaven, if Michael Landon had been a zombie. And instead of brains he eats Jell-O, and he can take his limbs off and send them into air ducts and up drain pipes to help people, like trained rats.

...I'd watch a couple episodes of that, I guess.

11. Will Trent. Oh give me a break.

Okay. There is guy named Will Trent, who is on the run from the...CIA, because he was with them but then someone framed him for killing the Speaker of the House with a poisoned lapel pin. He now travels from town to town, helping average people and their sexy sisters out of jams, while also trying to figure out who framed him and what their master plan is, to clear his name.

The last season ended with it looking like the real villain is the First Lady, who belongs to some ill-defined anti-America cult.

It's probably based on a book series from the early 2000s that only the loudest uncles read.

12. Big Sky. Some cowboy thing, probably. Where all the cowboys are hunky stoic white men who are millionaire ranch owners. But you are still supposed to sympathize with all their "we gotta keep a-hold of this land at any cost" violent toxic male shit, because you are a postmenopausal my mother and want to have sex with these men.

It's one of those shows that just "accidentally" has zero POC cast members, who aren't one-shot drug-runners or coyotes or thugs hired by rival ranch owners.

One-shot because that is how all of their characters are killed.

It probably got cancelled when some writer got smart and tried to do a thinly-veiled anti-Trump allegory and all the Evangelicals turned on it. Tucker Carlson probably got mad about it for 3 minutes, before he interviewed some Russian politician about how the Ukrainians hate Jesus.

13. The Company You Keep. Black women try starting and running a bakery. It quickly devolved into a romantic melodrama. Black audiences never cared and white audiences wanted more sexy rich cowboys.

I don't know. It's ABC. Every seasonal lineup has at least a couple token shows starring POCs that get immediately cancelled after one season, because they aren't serious attempts at anything outside of the politics and so never connect with an audience.

Also all of them are still written by white men, so what chance could any of them have, really?

14. Alaska Daily. Northern Exposure, but the protagonist edits a news blog when not busy solving quirky small-town mysteries. The Janitor from Scrubs might be in it.

...Well. WAS in it.

This Twin Peaks thing is hard to pull off in a compelling way unless you are willing to go kookoo-bananas with it.

15. A Million Little Things. This one "ended," which means the cast wanted too much money after so many seasons, so "the producers had always planned from the beginning to wrap things up after 5 seasons."

It was probably one of those shows that just follows a "typical American family," which happens to have soap opera problems every week based on things the writers heard CNN say people in the Midwest are mad enough over to vote for Trump again.

It probably had a regular cast of like 16 people, and was on the giant TV in the showroom of every US car dealership at least once. Until someone changed it to that show which is just Kitchen Nightmares, but Gordon Ramsey has been replaced by a balding round man who lacks his charm and good heart and is just an asshole to struggling restaurateurs.

You know the one.

Or, at least, your parents do.

Update: The Conclusion

#abc #network television #no I'm not tagging all these shows

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3-enbies-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years

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I need to rant for a second sorry if this doesn’t make that much sense it’s late

I am currently in two fandoms that are both waiting for new canon content starring a yellow queer boy named Will as he finally stops getting sidelined and actually gets to be a main character next to the emo boy he’s in love with.

And people keep calling death flags for both of them.

And, despite the fact that bury your gays is very much a thing, I actually think that them being queer makes them less likely to die? Let me explain.

Will Solace

People have been saying that Will is gonna die in the Solangelo book since it was announced because *checks notes* he’s blond?

They could talk about the symbolism of him dying despite being the best healer at camp, the son of Apollo and having a brother who can literally bring people back from the dead + literally everyone Nico loves being dead (Maria, Bianca, Jason…) but no. Every time I see someone being serious about this, they only talk about his hair.

And I am absolutely not saying that Rick’s queer representation is flawless, it can get really bad (fierrochase is one of my favorite ships but I still have so many critiques about the way Alex’s trans identity was handled), but there is an actual queer writer working on this with Rick, he’s not alone. I don’t fully trust Rick to not bury his gays, but I do trust a fellow member of the LGBTQ+ community to give Nico the happy ending he deserves — and that includes his boyfriend not dying in superhell.

Nico was the first canonically queer character in the Riordanverse, and Rick has taken away his mother, his sister, his childhood, his memories, his right to privacy regarding his sexuality and his first real friend who fully trusted him and cared about him regardless of his heritage and sexuality. Literally not a single queer person who has a say in how his story will go from here would agree to kill off his boyfriend. So despite the fact that I have never read a single thing written by Mark Oshiro, their presence on this project is enough to convince me the gay will not be buried.

Will Byers

I was writing this and I realized I forgot why people are so adamant he’s gonna die? Like I literally cannot remember a single argument that they have? But that might just be my memory. So, while I do not look up why people think Will is going to die, let’s look at why I think he won’t.

This show has three canonically queer characters ; Vickie, who has like 2 minutes of screen time, Robin, who only joined in season three (also the way that she was used to push Stancy this season makes me cringe but that’s a topic for another time) and Will. Will who was bullied(for being gay), abused(and called homophobic slurs by said abuser), kidnapped(everyone thought he’d been hate-crime’d), trapped in a hell dimension for a week with monsters, possessed, used to kill multiple people including his mom’s boyfriend, tortured(mentally and physically), burned alive from the inside out, sidelined and ignored, all while figuring out his identity as a gay person and his feelings for his best friend, watching said best friend fall in love and start dating some girl(who he can’t even hate for that because she saves his life and later becomes his sister) and living in a small american town during the AIDS crisis. No matter how much it would make sense with the plot(which it wouldn’t, but I’ll get to that.), killing off a character like Will after making him go through all that shit would be extremely cruel, especially with him being gay. This being the queer representation in a show supposedly targeted at ‘outcasts’ and ‘freaks’ would be a punch to the face to literally everyone in the community.

Even ignoring the fact that he’s queer, Will dying would be such an unsatisfying ending to his arc? The fuck kind of story would it be? ‘Let’s traumatize this child as much as possible and then brutally kill him for no reason’? He hasn’t been genuinely happy since the first scene of season 1 and thinks of himself as a mistake, killing him when he finally begins to heal and love himself for who he is would be an enormous waste of potential.

The premise of the fucking show is that everyone loves Will too much to give up on him. The first two seasons are about saving Will. Literally almost every character in this show would die for him. Killing him off would go against what started the fucking plot. Grow a brain. (I know this is rude, but I have no patience for people who don’t care to understand the basic premise of the shows they analyse, or even have an opinion about. It’s the same reason why I lose my shit when I think of the fact that there are people who genuinely believe Simon from Infinity Train could’ve been redeemed, like, holy fuck, did you even watch the show?)

I have other arguments but it’s 1 am and I don’t have the patience or energy to use my shitty iPad keyboard much longer, so we’ll leave it at that.

I’m pissed

We should stop calling death flags for our favorite queer characters because we don’t trust the writers to see us as more that props, and instead hope that they will actually treat us like human beings who deserve a happy ending. I don’t want to be scared that this queer character I love is going to die, and I don’t want to see members of my own community say that someone like us is more likely to die than to get a happy ending.

I want to see people say that we deserve to survive and be happy. I want to see people say that this endgame-coded, semi-canon queer ship between two main characters will be canon without calling themselves delusional because of it.

Let yourself hope, for fuck’s sake.

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carebooks · 1 year

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so i watched the School for Good and Evil

ya’ll should know that i’ve never once touched the books, i am going into this blind and just wanna see how the movie does, as a prolific movie watcher and just that

right off the bat, i see we got JESPER FROM SHADOW AND BONE I LOVE THIS DUDE;

so they’re brothers, vv cool, oh is the Red one the evil one? yep i was right

it’s weird bc they’re brothers played by the same guy yet he just has great chemistry with himself

also, the mood just flipped from 0 to a 100 real quick, what just happened

i feel like they should’ve shown us them being brotherly and having arguments and maybe see Rafal slowly get angrier at his side always losing, bc really there was no way to see it coming. i could’ve done with a quick montage of them running the school and him growing angrier

“i prefer chaos” me too but could we get more reasons as to this whole thing other than just ‘evil’ ?

oh damn, the bad one died, i thought it would’ve been the opposite way

(but he aint really dead right? i mean)

so both girls are just hated on by the town, i can see them taking revenge together, lets all choose evil hm?

Aggie and Sophie Forever? *cough* gay

love that they just dont give a shit about what the peoples say; like insults thrown they just fly past them

Sophie just Rapunzeled this creep with a frying pan, im loving her, if i could i would choose violence too babe

“I seriously doubt there are any decent people in Gavaldon.” me too babe

so Sophie wants to get out and doesnt wanna settle for an ordinary life, why not just move in with Aggie and live out your happy lives together?

i wonder if we’ll see what happened to Leonora

so everyone ends up in the water when they get to their school? that’s a way to arrive

WOW i love the werewolf guard

“God I hate move-in day.” why do i vibe with this canine dude so much

i love that there’s a tower between the two schools, wonder what happens there

oh so Hort is Captain Hook’s kid. huh.

Tedros has got nothing on Eugene Fitzherbert

Tedros is King Arthurs kid? hm. better luck next time.

OH HE LOST HIS ARM I LOVE IT

THERE’S SOME ACTUAL DISMEMBERMENT HERE

oh hey its older Rhain, i love the actor’s work on Blackish

i mean hey look on the brightside, you got your own room to yourself

oh those bitches locked you up come on guys

if i were you i would’ve switched clothes, scaling a balcony in a dress cant be easy

whats with the creepy Cupid

WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT YOUR STUDENTS WITH ARROWS IF THEY WERE ON THE LEDGE

SOPHIE TURNING THE KNIFE ON HER WAS SO FUN

IS THAT OLIVIA RODRIGO’S BRUTAL YES

so if you can’t get a prince then you’re destined to end up as an anthropomorphic kitchen object or an animal?

what the actual fuck.

please tell me this entire school structure gets redone in the end

Hort has the makings of a good henchmen once Sophie gets more of a handle on her boss side

Gregor is a guy i can vibe with

idk who that random guy was with Sophie kissing him but he just made me laugh

Sophie growing into her evil side is showing and im liking it

Tedros and Aggie have a fun dynamic, hopefully he doesnt disappointment

again, i’d love it if both girls go for Evil

they talked about how Good and Evil are not really balanced, haven’t been for 200 years, so it’d be interesting if both of them go for Evil (even thou im pretty sure thats not where its gonna go)

imagine hearing your son got killed in school, damn, bye Gregor

how is this side of the school truly good if this is what you do to kids that fail?

OH MY FUCK ITS THE MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE FROM HTTYD I LOVE IT

not Rafal coming in and telling everyone Sophie’s a badass

ugh, Lesso had a thing with Rafal? i was counting on her and Dovey having a secret thing

oh fuck, that’s so sad, oh she let this little girl be free, holy shit that’s epic and sad and just damn, i loved it

whats with the big bird, what’s his problem now??

i like that Dovey is very aware of how fucked up the other princesses are about being ‘good’ and recognizes that Agatha actually is good, paralleling how Sophie is actually evil

the Nevers are some sadistic little freaks huh? i get it

Sophie’s in her villain era and im not sorry about it

Sophie said villains can be hot too

i miss Gregor

why do i kinda ship them? Tedros and Sophie? like they’re not exactly in it for like the deep stuff, you can tell it was more of an appearance based relationship with Sophie having him think she’s truly Good, etc. and considering how he’s been so far tells you what kinda prince he is so really they’re kinda perfect for each other.

ya’ll really wanna risk death outside the gates for each other? i mean Sophie, he’s pretty and Tedros, you talked to her like twice, one time she shot correctly so i mean, how well do you know her that you wanna be together?

Anemone was demoted to beautification? so legit EVERYONE here knows how badly the Good School has fallen, hot damn

OH Lesso was Leonora, fun

YO SOPHIE FLIPPING THE SCHOOLS WAS GENIUS I LOVE THAT

while i dont vibe with the whole thing that this immortal who knows how old man seeks out his true love in Sophie, who im pretty sure is liks 16 or 17 or smth, i love how he corrupted good

BC IT MAKES SENSE

HAVING THE GOOD SIDE BE ABOUT GIRLS PRACTICING THEIR SMILES, REWARDING THEM FOR THEIR REVENGE IN THE END, STUDENTS WHO FAIL THREE TIMES GET BOOTED, GOOD BECAME JUST AS BAD IT’S SO SUBTLE AND IT WORKS

ok but i kinda love that the girls parallel the brothers from the beginning

#the school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #sge movie #sge netflix

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cheesybadgers · 1 year

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Taking advantage of your post about being able to send questions about your fics, I've always wanted to know if you have books that inspire you to write OHDH.

You know it's a statement for me to talk about how much I love what you do, but I think your narrative bias is impeccable! Not to mention the references you use in the story which are great.

Ahhh Maria, bless you and thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 And wow thank you for asking such a great question ❤️

I'll put this below the cut, because it got a bit long lol.

I've read a lot of books specifically as research for OHDH, in the sense of knowing my next chapter was going to be about X subject/place etc. but I didn't know anywhere near enough to be able to write about it well without researching first. I've mentioned a few of the books (fiction and non-fiction) I've used for this in my OHDH trivia post.

One of those books listed in that post, Everyone Knows You Go Home by Natalia Sylvester, was also a big inspiration for including Día de los Muertos in OHDH. The book is set in a Texas border town, follows a Mexican family and covers parental loss and grief (the main character's father-in-law is dead and his ghost visits her every Día de los Muertos to try and fix unresolved conflict with his son), cultural identity, and also the realities of crossing the US-Mexican border. So, it was a bit of a goldmine when I found that lol.

I also read a couple of books by Colombian authors: Like This Afternoon Forever by Jaime Manrique and Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras. They both follow Colombian characters living in Colombia during the 80s. I found these stories really useful in giving context that Narcos just doesn't give, because obviously Narcos isn't told from a Colombian POV. The first one mentioned also has two gay priests who fall in love, but their ending is a sad one (I understand why though, as the author is a gay man who lived through the HIV/AIDS crisis but their partner didn't, so I think this book was him processing his own grief).

In fact, most of the LGBTQ+ books I've read since starting OHDH had sad/bittersweet endings (including Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin, which gets referenced a couple of times in OHDH). I know that's not surprising in the slightest...but in a way, I think reading those books inspired me NOT to do that? There are enough tragic stories about gay/bi men (especially in the 80s/early 90s) already...and whilst they are absolutely valid and serve a purpose and are often based on the author's own experiences, I didn't want to add another.

There are a few books about/set in Madrid I've read for chapter 18 that have been really useful in providing historical context I wasn't aware of, but I don't want to give away spoilers lol, so I'll talk about that in my trivia post once the chapter is done and dusted!

I know you asked specifically about books, but film and TV inspire me a lot as well. Huge shout out to two gay films that have spookily similar premises but very different endings: God's Own Country and A Moment in the Reeds. They're both really atmospheric (God's Own Country is also aptly set on a farm, albeit in England rather than on a ranch in Texas lol) and the way they capture m/m intimacy made me YEARN.

As for TV...I know this is a bit random but Buffy the Vampire Slayer, purely for the way that show uses tropes. I know it's absolutely not the only show to do this, but I did a Buffy re-watch at some point during the pandemic (so probably not long after I started writing OHDH) and remember being impressed by the tools they used to tell stories, particularly dreams/foreshadowing/objects of significance (hello cross necklace, my beloved). I ended up including stuff along those lines in OHDH after I did that re-watch.

I also really wish I'd been able to watch The Last of Us before I started writing this fic lol...I don't think I've ever experienced such extreme writer envy as I did after episode 3 😂 It won't be part of OHDH, but after that episode I was daydreaming about looking in on Javier and Horacio when they're that age and then I made myself cry 😭

By the way, I do know this is all going waaaaay beyond what anyone needs to do to write a fic lol. But in my defence, it serves me right for writing about places/people/events I didn't know much about beforehand lol. And I also love learning new things! And this has been the perfect opportunity to learn but in a more fun way than my school days ever allowed. I've also read a lot more books than I had done in years, so who said pushing your favourite fictional men together like dolls and making kissing noises had to be a shallow hobby? 😂

Thank you once again for sending this, Maria! It's been fun to respond to 😘

#Ask #Asks #Replies #OHDH

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