also, I know I sound like and asshole but I don’t like the general fanon for Bodhi as this naive child-like delicate flower who is constantly on the verge of tears and needs Cassian to hold him and pat him on the head.
Bodhi Rook stutters and lives in constant state of anxiety and self-doubt and yet, and yet he gets all shit done. He defects, he gets the message, he goes to Scarif to fight, and when they leave him behind as “the only way out of here” he still takes command and orders and instructs the remaining soldiers before pulling an insane stunt and succeeding. And Bodhi Rook is really done with people underestimating him.
“I defected. I defected!”
“Are you sure [that’s where the lab is?]”
Bodhi is an amazing character. And I get that the fanon is perfectly well-meant but I can’t stand it because it kinda does to him what others in the movie tend to - underestimates his actual strength and character. And yes, Bodhi is very sweet, and Bodhi very much needs validation (which, heartbreakingly, is provided a lot by none other than K2) but he isn’t this limp, passive wide-eyed lamb that he seems to have been flanderized into. He is pure but he is not naive at all. And he is absolutely not infantile or child-like. If he’s a flower it’s carved in stone.
I think that one of the funniest things about the “Earth is a death planet and human’s are space orcs” posts and stuff is that that’s literally a major plot point in Animorphs. Like, the aliens in the series frequently comment on how there is just an extremely excessive amount animals with unique ways to kill or maim you on the planet, and that humans, despite looking fragile and weak in comparison, are scary as shit because they’re stubborn and ruthless and refuse to stop even when any sane species would have given up ages ago. Like there are aliens described as “walking salad shooters” with bladed spikes shooting out all over their bodies, and then you find out that all of that is just so they can harvest tree bark to eat and a whole army of them can be disabled by a single skunk. It is described in loving detail all the different ways a house cat can fuck you up, and don’t even get me started on actual predators and the damage they can do when a ridiculous stubborn, reckless, and creative human brain is what’s controlling them. The alien invaders comment about how they’re going to have to basically kill off 90% of earths species once they win the war because the planet is so damn excessive about this whole ‘murder animals’ thing, and sometimes they’re even like “you know, in hindsight, this is not nearly as easy as we assumed it would be”
I have some thoughts, on insect monster boyfriends, so please consider….
really sweet insect boyfriends who are so used to worrying about AN ENTIRE HIVE that they really want to do everything around the house. You try really hard to help, but he’s very insistent that you focus on your hobbies or work and let him do the housework. And it’s not just because he’s used to it, he genuinely LOVES doing stuff around the house. It’s kind of weird actually. You talk to him about how it’s only fair to share duties around the house and then when you try to split up chores he’s like “I can’t decide, i like doing all these things.” and you’re like????
Insect boyfriends who turn your entire house into a nest and it’s like silk so it’s super soft and keeps the house so much warmer. And he’s constantly worrying about you while you’re gone from the house because what if you get attacked??? or catch a cold??? WHY ARE HUMANS SO FRAGILE??? And then you finally get home and he’s all over you for like 2 hours, fretting like a mother hen and touching you with his antenna to check your vitals and mood.
Three bee monster boyfriends who make you lots of literally the best honey you’ve ever had and they treat you like top dog.They’re way more eager than any human to be at your beck and call. All three of them heavily devoted to you, but perhaps a little too aggressive towards other people who come in the house. They’re especially agitated by others of (your sex/gender) because they feel like they might be a threat to your authority.
A super cute but slightly nervous preying mantis boyfriend who really likes you but isn’t too keen on the idea of maybe getting his head bit off. You’re constantly reassuring him that humans don’t eat the heads off their mates. So of course he’s confused by certain sexual slang. Despite being skittish around you he’s pretty chill with other people, which was really confusing early on in the relationship. But he assures you he’s only nervous because he’s genuinely interested in you.
Centipede boyfriends with lots of arms who like to completely curl around you because they’re honestly really protective and they want to make sure nothing comes and gets you while you’re resting. At least he has hard plating but you’re all squishy and soft. He loves that though, he loves how pliable you are and sometimes when he’s bored he’ll nibble on you idly because he likes how your skin molds under his mandibles and tongue.
It’s been about a week of driving on the road, and Stiles gets to his place and drops his things off. The rest of his stuff will be delivered in about another week.
Stiles stands in the stillness of his tiny apartment and closes his eyes, takes in the quiet, a quiet he hasn’t heard and felt in a long time, when his phone dings.
Stiles opens his eyes, sees it’s text from Scott asking if he made it by the time he said he would. Stiles answered he made it, and then shuts his phone down, and proceeds to lay down on all the blankets he brought with him - his bed won’t be there for a few more days, at least - and sleep.
It’s night when he wakes up, and the street lights are shining into his apartment where he lay in the almost bare living room. Stiles turns on his phone, and this time his heart skips a beat - and Stiles doesn’t quite know why - when he sees the text he’d been expecting from Derek:
Have you made it? Do you want to meet up?
It was sent an hour ago. Stiles replies back, saying he did and he would, but since it’s night time, they could meet tomorrow?
But Derek replies back a few minutes later that he wouldn’t might meeting up that night. It’s only 7PM, and so Stiles agrees and they agree to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks from where Stiles lives - Derek has been living in D.C. for a few months now, and ever since Stiles told Derek where he would be living, Derek made a point to get to know the area around it. Stiles found that oddly sweet, but he would never tell Derek that.
Stiles’ heart is beating wildly as he leaves, locking his door behind him. He hasn’t seen Derek in over a year now. They’ve talked over the year, actually they’d talked quite a lot in the past few months, especially, but Stiles hadn’t been face to face with Derek in well over a year.
Stiles feels and equal measure of excitement and nerves. He feels almost jumpy as he heads down the stairs in his apartment building, and then out into the warm summer night D.C. air.
He texts Derek that he’s on his way, and Derek texts back that he’s already there, waiting outside.
Stiles gulps and licks his lips, and walks faster, pocketing his phone.
Stiles is away from the only home he’s known for 18 years. But he feels oddly free. He misses Scott, his dad, everyone like crazy, but he also feels less…heavy. Less like he was drowning. Stiles still looked around him surreptitiously, not able to shake off the habit from almost two and a half years of danger and destruction happening to and around him, but the air is quiet, people barely spare him a glance.
It feels wonderful.
Stiles is able to breathe.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed.
When he rounds the corner to the coffee shop, he freezes, his inhale sharp when he sees Derek standing outside, and then it feels like his heart trips over itself when Derek hears him and turns towards him, and they lock eyes.
Derek looks good. He looks as relaxed as Stiles felt. Derek was still in the tight jeans that Stiles remembered him wearing all the time (and damn, they always made Stiles stare a little longer than he should have) but his shirt looked soft and comfortable, and it was a light purple color that made Derek look absolutely…amazing.
And he wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket. He wasn’t standing with his arms over his chest. They were at his sides, just hanging, relaxed. He also wasn’t scowling. He was grinning. At Stiles.
And Stiles found himself grinning back. He let out a shocked laugh, and then he was walking fast toward Derek, who started walking toward him too.
Stiles sped up the last ten or so feet, and then Stiles was practically jumping into Derek’s awaiting arms, and Derek gave a small “oof” as if Stiles, fragile human that he was, was able to knock the breath out of Derek.
“Sorry,” Stiles murmured.
But he felt Derek shake his head and wrap Stiles up firmly in his arms, and Stiles breathed out softly, tightening his arms around Derek’s shoulders and resting his cheek against Derek’s.
“I missed you,” Stiles whispered, surprised he let that slip out. But he did nothing to take the words back.
“I missed you, too,” Derek said, and Stiles shivered. He and Derek had mostly texted over the past year, and the last time they had talked on the phone had been months ago. Stiles had missed his soft, beautiful voice. It was like honey to Stiles’ ears.
Two and a half years. That’s how long Stiles had basically lived in hell.
But now….now, Stiles was getting out of it. With Derek, who actually picked Stiles up enough that Stiles was then on his tippy toes, somehow bringing Stiles closer in his arms, and Stiles huffed out a laugh.
“Shh, just enjoy it,” Derek murmured.
“Can’t imagine the Derek I knew saying that,” Stiles whispered. Even at the end, before Derek left, when he was in such a good place, he hadn’t quite been like this. So happy. So relaxed. So ready to hug someone. And hug them closely, for that matter.
“Yeah, well…some time away helps,” Derek murmured, and Stiles felt his heart beating faster when he felt Derek brush his lips lightly against Stiles’ neck.
“Good thing I’m getting some time away, then,” Stiles murmured. And then after a long moment, “with you,” Stiles said.
He felt Derek inhale sharply, and then the arms around him tighten. But it didn’t feel restrictive. It felt amazingly comforting. Stiles felt warm, safe. Relaxed. And maybe even a little bit happy.
“I’m glad you’re getting time away, too. With me.”
Stiles smiled, buried his smile against Derek’s shoulder, and then decided to hold on to Derek just a little longer.
Okay, here’s the problem with the idea that oppressed groups can “alienate allies” by not being nice enough:
You shouldn’t be an ally because oppressed groups are nice to you. You should be an ally because you believe that they deserve basic human rights. Hearing “I hate men” shouldn’t make men stop being feminist. Hearing “fuck white people” shouldn’t make white people stop opposing racism.
Your opposition to oppression should be moral, and immovable. Your belief that all humans should be treated with equal respect shouldn’t be conditional based on whether or not individual people are nice to you.
pearl is hesitant to train connie at first, because she is so young. connie insists
pearl turns out to be a kind, patient teacher who who starts it slow, and even goes overkill on the safety precautions. connie is annoyed and insists that she can handle serious training and lies that pearl is overestimating how fragile humans are. pearl believes this, since she doesnt know so much about how full humans work
steven quickly finds out that connie is pushing herself way too hard and hiding her physical pain from pearl. she tells steven to keep it secret or else the gems will look down on her. she blames herself for being “just a human” with none of the cool abilities steven has. steven understands bc he also often felt looked down upon for being weaker than the gems
the song is from connie’s point of view. pearl sings the training instructions; connie sings to herself about not being good enough. she’s the one that calls herself “just a human”, not pearl
steven doesnt know what to do. he goes to garn and ame for help. they freak out and tell him that pearl would want to know, that she’d be the most concerned of all of them because she personally knows what it’s like to push herself too hard
garnet describes how dangerously self sacrificing she was during the war and how long it took for pearl’s self-worth to recover. the backstory is shown not to say ‘oh wow poor pearl!!!’, or to say that poor mental health makes you hurt others. it’s shown to say that pearl knows what it’s like and wants connie to be safe.
steven rushes to tell pearl. she FREAKS and pulls connie aside to tell her how harmful that mindset is. that no one should see themselves solely as an asset to another. that she would never want connie to suffer how she did. and that pearl vowed to protect humans, not hurt them.
there are still parallels between pearl/rose and steven/connie, but healthy ones. pearl says “rose never wanted me to do that to myself, and steven would never want that for you either.” not “oh hi im the Crazy Lesbian Stereotype and im harming you kids by being gay!! im gonna push my unhealthy lifestyle on you bc thats what we lesbians do!!”
pearls crush is still heavily alluded to, with pearl blushing while talking about rose and other lighthearted cute stuff. not “wow being gay made me hate myself! :)”
pearl gives a very explicit heavy moral about how those who love you also want you to love yourself. she then tells connie that she’ll only train her if connie is responsible and honest about her limits
there is no implication that pearl only is overprotective of steven bc he has rose’s gem, or that she sees him as her at all. it’s revealed through pearl’s delicacy with connie that she was overprotective of steven bc he’s half-human
maybe steven speaks up about feeling weaker than the gems. pearl says that he shouldn’t have to be physically strong, that she’s there to protect him. this resolves stevens earlier worries that she’s disappointed in how human he is, as shown in the healing tears ep.
the episode focuses on connie and her pain, not pearl
on that note..connie’s low self esteem wouldve been better established as being from bullying or w/e, not her strict parents, bc that plays into the tiger mom stereotype
all these debates about whether shane or ryan is a demon well I say why can't they both be demons
shane does unsolved because he thinks it’s fucking hilarious to mess with this human embodiment of sunshine
except ryan isn’t human - but shane doesn’t know that
ryan does unsolved in order to track down wayward spirits and bring them to hell, and sometimes shane’s unrelenting skepticism makes him want to throttle the man, makes him wish he could just show shane this whole world he doesn’t know about (because he doesn’t know that shane is a demon, either)
except shane knows everything about that world
when they run into ghosts at various haunted locations, they both make equally terrible excuses to split up, both needing to speak to the spirit for different reasons
ryan wants to follow his duty and convince the deceased to go to hell (hopefully without them putting up too much of a fuss)
shane wants to make sure it knows that ryan is off limits and shouldn’t be harmed unless you want me to tie you up with a nice little ribbon and deliver you to satan personally
ryan being all worried about how shane might one day push his taunting a little too far and get hurt, because he may be related to bigfoot but he’s still human and has a fragile human body (again, little does he know…)
and now i’m just picturing shane and ryan standing back-to-back, eyes a solid inky black as they glare at any ghosts that wander a bit too close, both totally oblivious to what the other is doing
Your demon boyfriend won’t listen when you insist you can take care of yourself. He rolls his eyes at your bargaining, before promptly picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. He’s heard it all before and he’s going with you whether you like it or not. Humans are fragile and he worries.
With your continued persistence, helped along by pointing out that he had a job and couldn’t be there to baby you while simultaneously being summoned into various deals, he gives in and leaves you alone. That being said, you found a tiny, flaming puppy on your bed the next day which seems to follow you around just as closely as he did, along with a note. “Next time close your loopholes XOXO”
The puppy is no longer tiny, but it still loves you as much as a horse sized hellhound can. You all cuddle on saturdays for movie nights, the overprotective bulk of both of them, admittedly, one of your favorite feelings in the world.
im always ridiculously excited for any kind of writing you do. always makes my day. anyway, if you have time #19 for the drabble thing!
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”
“The paint’s supposed to go where?”
Dean hadn’t realized his voice could actually hit that pitch since puberty. He held the bag of art supplies in his hands, white-knuckling the thin plastic handles.
Sam, at least, looked as dumbfounded as Dean felt. He’d paused with a cabbage halfway out of the bag. Cas regarded them both curiously, steadily removing dry grocery items from their respective bags.
“Our room,” Cas said again, more slowly this time. He glanced from Dean to Sam, a frown creasing his brow. “Or… should I keep them in my old room and use it as a studio?”
“’Our’… ‘old’,“ Dean said. He looked to Sam for help. Sam’s gaze darted from Dean to Cas and back again. His jaw worked.
“Ah… congratulations?” Sam said uncertainly. Cas frowned at him.
“What is it?” Cas asked. He held onto the box of cereal he’d been unpacking. “What did I do?”
“Nothing,” Dean said immediately, because that was his kneejerk response to that tone in Cas’s voice. He winced. “Just… when you say shit like that, it has… you know.” He cleared his throat. “Connotations.”
And if those connotations made Dean’s heart speed up a little and his palms sweat, well. That was Dean’s problem.
He knew he was in well over his head. It had started off innocently enough; after all, what’s a little bed-sharing between friends when the nightmares are bad? A little fully-clothed cuddling, a sleepy Cas… Dean had been living his dream and kept his hands and his thoughts to himself, though some mornings he’d had to vacate the bed rather quickly lest Cas realize how much Dean enjoyed their little arrangement.
Dean’s feelings were entirely Dean’s problem. Cas was newly human and fragile and had night terrors to rival the ones Dean had after he got back from Hell. Dean wasn’t about to begrudge the guy anything that helped ease the nightmares, and if that ‘anything’ happened to be sleeping next to Dean at night, so much the better.
But it was platonic. Just… with cuddling.
But then Cas had to go and say our room in that voice of his, throwing the phrase out there like it was totally natural, and of course Sam would totally misread what was going on because fuck Dean Winchester’s life.
“Connotations,” Cas repeated, deadpan.
“If two people are sharing a room, it usually means they’re together,” Sam piped up helpfully. Cas stared at him. “Romantically.”
“And we’re not,” Dean interjected quickly, looking at Sam and hoping the younger Winchester would use some friggen’ sense and shut up before Cas realized that Dean saw him in a not-at-all-platonic light.
Dean didn’t know how Sam knew, but he knew Sam knew. Had known for a while that Sam knew, though they had never spoken about it.
Dean was so busy glaring Sam into submission that he completely missed the stunned look that crossed Castiel’s face.
“Oh,” Cas said, looking down at the cereal box now crumpled in his hands. He turned away and put the box down on the counter, where it promptly fell over as he busied himself instead with the other bags of groceries. Dean’s brow furrowed in concern.
“Cas?” he asked.
“I… excuse me,” Cas said, his head bowed just enough to hide his expression as he abandoned the bags of granola and flour in favor of the kitchen door. Dean exchanged flabbergasted, worried looks with Sam and took off after Cas.
“Cas?” he called, hurrying to catch up. He grabbed Cas’s shoulder, stopping him short, and pulled gently. Cas turned slowly back, his eyes on the floor. “What was that?”
“I…” Cas shook his head and then lifted his gaze to meet Dean’s. “What are we, Dean?”
Dean pulled his hand back as if Cas’s flesh burned. He backed up half a step, suddenly too aware that he was well in Cas’s personal space.
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
“Friends. We’re friends, Cas,” Dean said, his mouth suddenly dry.
Did Cas know that Dean wanted more than friendship with him? Was he disgusted?
Cas closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head once.
“Friends. Of course,” he said woodenly. He gestured vaguely behind himself, the movements of his hand was quick and sharp. “I’ll just… I can move my things back to my old-” He stopped himself. “My room.”
Dean’s heart dropped.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, voice low with sudden panic. He’d been waking up with Cas in his arms for weeks now and he’d gotten used to the illusion of intimacy, the daydream made real. He didn’t want to lose that.
It was completely selfish of him, he knew that, but he couldn’t lose this now that he’d tasted it. He’d done his best to keep his feelings to himself, hadn’t he? He wouldn’t let his unrequited feelings be Cas’s problem, not ever, would never look or touch or kiss.
But if he lost Cas, if Cas left.
Cas was shaking his head.
“I should.” He looked at Dean, eyes wide and pleading. “Dean, I have to. I can’t- I misunderstood, I’m sorry.”
All warmth left Dean in a rush. He felt as if he’d been turned to stone, his feet heavy and arms weighed down.
“Okay,” Dean said. His voice cracked but he was beyond caring about that. He nodded and looked down. “Okay. If you gotta, I mean… okay.”
It wasn’t Cas’s fault Dean could feel his heart breaking. Dean knew it was his own fault. He’d just wanted it so badly he’d ignored how much it would end up hurting.
“Okay,” he said again, like repeating the word would make it true. Cas grabbed his wrist.
“Dean, if I’ve made you uncomfortable-” Cas swallowed compulsively. “You should have told me. I would have stopped.”
“Made me uncomfortable?” Dean asked, looking at him incredulously. Cas nodded, looking as though he were bracing himself for a blow.
“I assumed things, which I know now were… wrong.” Cas lifted his chin, jaw set firm. “I never intended my feelings to become your problem and you’re not obligated to… indulge me.”
Dean’s brain short circuited. His synapses busted a fuse. He stared dumbly at Cas, his thoughts chasing themselves in circles as the words refused to make sense.
“Your feelings?” he echoed, thunderstruck. Cas’s expression shuttered and he let go of Dean’s wrist, only for Dean to grab his and pull him back.
“You assumed things?” Dean asked, heart beating so frantically he could feel it in his ears. “What did you assume?”
Cas looked at him, wary and a little pained, a little uncertain. Dean brought his other hand up to cup Cas’s cheek, watching the former angel’s eyes widen.
“What did you assume, Cas?” Dean asked again. Cas breathed.
“That you and I…” he said. His voice trailed off uncertainly. His eyes flicked down to Dean’s mouth and Cas licked his lips unconsciously, nervous.
“That we?” Dean echoed, letting his gaze linger on Cas’s mouth. Letting Cas catch him looking, watching the understanding slowly dawn on his face.
“That we’re together,” Cas said. Dean felt the words settle in his chest, lighting him up from the inside out.
“Do you want that?” Dean asked, breathless and already knowing the answer.
“Do you?” Cas asked, stunned. Dean laughed, the joy in him bubbling up and spilling over as he finally, finally leaned in to kiss Cas.
-“You’ve got a little blood right there.” -“Let me lick that up for you.” -“I’m only possessive because I don’t want any other man/woman to look at you because you’re mine.” -“Can I have a bite to drink?” -“Let me taste that delicious looking flesh.” -“You wouldn’t mind if I took a bite would you?” -“Allow me to introduce myself before I devour you.” -“I could eat you up.” -“I wanna sink my teeth into you.” -“I’m too hungry for you to be near me so unless you want me to devour you back away.” -“I haven’t eaten since yesterday night.” -“Lets wait until the moons full to dance.” -“Let me show you dreams of stardust and love paved with the reddest blood to show our love.” -“You taste like how you smell. Sweet.” -“Let me kiss that wound for you and make it better.” -“I just want a taste.” -“Your blood is rich and delectable.” -“Don’t ever leave me.” -“I’ll tear all your veins open and suck the soul right out of you.” -“Give me a reason to let you go and not eat you whole.” -“Such beauty- a shame I have to keep it to myself.” -“You’re the only one who knows my true name. Tell a soul and I’ll kill you.” -“Come here. I just want to take a taste.” -“You’re far too beautiful to let you pass me by.” -“Love me, fear me, and let me rule you.” -“There’s perks that come with having my child.” -“I could make you strong like me. Take away your fragile human form.” -“I was nothing but an empty shell until you came along.” -“You’re the reason why my existence contains some fascicle of light.” -“I don’t want to let you go.” -“Let me carve my name into your skin and brand you as mine.”
Request: Can you do a Damon Salvatore smut
where he and the reader had a fight and she just walks out and leaves the
boarding house for hours and doesn’t answer any of his calls or texts until she
listens to a voicemail where he sounds so broken and she goes back and they
have rough make up sex and she asks him to use compulsion on her to make her
cum multiple times? So yeah definitely compulsion kink can be a warning idk I
just love to think they can use compulsion for that kinda thing 🤷🏼♀️
thanks! - @fuckkoffcourtney (I’m sorry, the tag isn’t working)
Pairing: Damon x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warning: Angst, smut, compulsion kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys and gals) 18+ only
Song: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship
A/N: Italics are flashbacks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 -Jo
“Damon stop fucking calling…” You
muttered to yourself as you heard the ringtone for your boyfriend go off for
the tenth time that day. You let that call go to voicemail too, still unable to
bring yourself to talk to him. After the phone stopped ringing, you just turned
it off and tossed it in your bag.
You marched into the Salvatore boarding house, Damon slammed the door
behind you. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk. That bullet wouldn’t have
killed me, Y/n.” His voice was law,
his tone dangerous.
knew you shouldn’t poke the bear but he was making it difficult for you. Your
pride was also an issue. “And it didn’t kill me either, Damon.” You tried to
make your tone match his. You didn’t want a fight, especially since everyone
made it home in mostly one piece. “I knew Matt wouldn’t shoot to kill me, and I
knew you’d take care of me.” You grinned, trying to cozy up to your boyfriend.
You just wanted to diffuse the situation, get him to calm down.
wasn’t having it. He gripped your upper arms almost too tightly. “Don’t you get
it?! This… self-sacrificing crap doesn’t work when you’re human and incredibly
breakable!” He barely had a hold on his temper anymore as he shouted at you.
You continued to stand your ground, even as he squeezed your arms a bit harder
as if to prove a point.
not as delicate as you make me out to be, Damon.” Your expression hardened
before you winced slightly at the pressure from where he held you.
eyes tightened as he relaxed his grip on you. He’d seen your flinch. “I beg to
differ. What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time? What if you had bled out and I
couldn’t save you, huh? Where would you be?” He all-but shoved you away from
him. You stiffened, eyes filling with tears that you didn’t dare let spill over
in front of him. “You’d be dead. And I don’t know where I’d be. You’re just a
pathetic, fragile, little human who thinks she can play with the big kids
because one of them is her boyfriend.”