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Thoughts on OITNB Season 5

The Good:

  • This season was a lot of fun. I never felt bored, and the pacing was just right. They made roughly four days (I think?) last 13 episodes, but I don’t feel as though anything was dragged out.
  • Red on speed was fucking hilarious. So many great lines out of her this season. “In Russia, we don’t have proverbs. We have vodka and misery.”
  • Young Red back story!
  • Soso’s memorial to Poussey.
  • The subtle social commentary/anti-gun message in the premiere, where every time someone asked/talked about the gunfire a different American mass shooting was referenced. Needless to say, there was a lot.
  • Taystee taking the fucking microphone from Judy King. 
  • Taystee repeating Poussey’s name over and over. Punching Caputo in the face for not doing so. A+
  • Taystee as a whole was pretty amazing this season, even if she eventually screwed everything up.
  • Linda becoming Boo’s girlfriend for five minutes but then ultimately getting completely fucked over.
  • Piper and Alex sticking mostly to mundane couple issues. Nothing hugely earth-shattering between the two of them. I was sick of the constant forced drama.
  • I feel like Piper made actual progress with her mother, and the fact that particular conversation lead to her impromptu proposal was awesome.
  • Nicky was clean, hilarious, and hot as hell. Couldn’t get enough of her this season, and loved seeing the real depths of her feelings for Lorna. The brief role reversal with her and Red was a fun trip as well.
  • Red and Blanca friendship was an unexpected treat.
  • FRIEDA
  • I could not love Gloria Mendoza more if I tried.
  • Alison was fleshed out, and I’m really starting to love her as a character.
  • Piper being a Slytherin, headcanon confirmed. 
  • Caputo being a badass in his negotiations with Fig. 
  • Chang peacing out. 
  • Ending the season with The Cinematic Orchestra’s “To Build a Home” – a better song choice doesn’t exist. I have always associated that song with this show. Bravo. The last five minutes gave me chills.
  • Cindy singing Suzanne to sleep, then later Cindy hugging Suzanne, apologizing, crying. I loved it.

The Bad:

  • I feel like the overall message with Suzanne was scattered and poorly handled, and while Uzo did an amazing job with what she was given, I feel like the writing wasn’t necessarily realistic in that it hasn’t been tackled what exactly Suzanne’s mental illness is, purely so the writers can twist her symptoms to fit the plot.
  • Unlike most people I’m not mad about the Piscatella back-story, but it felt incomplete to me. I feel like there is not enough explanation there. What happened to Wes? It seemed like given some of what Piscatella said that there must have been some kind of betrayal there. Given that he’s dead, we’ll probably never find out, but I just felt like there were pieces missing to his story.
  • I feel like Daya fell flat this season. Her characterization was all over the place until she gave herself up and quietly disappeared. 
  • Vinnie and Lorna are, as always, the cringiest. I guess that’s sort of the point, though.
  • I’m not sure what they were trying to do with the Nazis/Sankey? I don’t know if they were trying to endear us to them, but it felt…weird. Like their racism was purely situational and just seemed to disappear when it was convenient. I feel uncomfortable that they were played in a way that I wanted to like them, then felt horrified because Jesus, they’re FUCKING NAZIS
  • Black Lattes Matter would never be a meme
  • Sophia disappearing halfway through the season. Seriously? Her helping in medical was awesome. I would’ve loved to have seen more of that.

The Ugly:

  • Coates x Pennsatucky makes my fucking skin crawl. How can this be a thing? Why is this a thing? WHY IS SHE PAIRED WITH HER RAPIST AND WHY IS IT PORTRAYED AS CUTE?
  • The general rapeyness of how most of the male hostages were treated, mainly Stratman, Josh, and Luschyek. It dehumanized a lot of the girls for me and made me really uncomfortable.
  • Adding onto that: Angie and Leanne have become way too much. “I’ve raped guys before, and I could tell that was genuine.” What the fuck? Why did this need to be in there? I don’t understand how we are ever supposed to have any sympathy for these two ever again. Which is a shame with Leanne, because she has one of the more interesting back stories on the show.
  • Watching the guy who raped Wes Driscoll get burned alive was something I could’ve done without seeing. Hearing his screams would’ve been enough to get the point across.
  • Humps was creepy when he was alive, creepy when he was dying, and creepy upon death. Not sad to see him go. 
  • Piscatella torturing Red in front of her girls…Alex’s arm getting snapped…that whole episode was amazingly handled, but it was still really difficult to watch.
  • Caputo getting trapped in the POO for so long was really gross and disturbing. The man was literally locked in a piss/shit/puke filled porta-potty for days in what I’m pretty sure is summer or early autumn. 
  • Seriously, all of those guards are going to be permanently traumatized. What they were put through is sick.

TL;DR: This has been one of my favorite seasons yet, fun and brilliant, even if there’s an unfortunate amount of it I desperately wish I could un-see, and I feel some of it should have been handled differently. 

i really hope that there are no redemption arcs in the star wars sequel trilogy, period. they feel outdated; like, it fit the late ‘70s and early ‘80s in part because it was very fresh storytelling at the time (esp in genre fiction) and in part because of the culture of the era

but tfa was very updated for the late 2010s, even if the basic story arc was still the monomyth (which doesn’t prescribe redemption or forgiveness or w/e anyway so it’s not A Given Just Because It’s Star Wars)

what would be fresh and culturally relevant storytelling today would be accountability arcs

I’m totally open to Rey and Finn and Poe d fucking up and having to be accountable and fix their own mistakes. I’m totally open to Luke and Han and Leia being acknowledged to have made mistakes in creating the New Republic and the new Jedi and being held accountable to fix them. but the difference is… no one ever held Vader accountable. that’s why i don’t believe he was redeemed, too, bc he got the easy way out of his massive bad choices. he just did one semi-decent thing and immediately died. neither he nor palpatine was ever held accountable for what they did.

i think it’s time to leave the idea of absolution or redemption or forgiveness being some kind of inherent rights to feel as outdated as the rest of 1977’s cultural landscape. that shit has to be earned through hard fucking work on yourself and accountability. just saying you’re sorry and doing nothing to change your behavior bc you conveniently immediately die means nothing tbh

i want to see Kylo Ren’s punishments fit his crimes. i don’t want anyone to forgive him just because he asks for it. I’m about accountability arcs. i want him to have to truly, truly face what he’s done and i want his victims to have the latitude to choose not to forgive him, even if he does get held accountable by some higher authority I’m the story. his victims owe him nothing and never will.

our culture right now needs to make accountability the priority of the decade in fucking general. that includes in our stories. i don’t think you can really call any idea a significant part of a culture until it’s embedded in its stories.

Substituting with “anything” (a quartz and rosemary-inspired rant)

Apparently this is the month of me sticking my foot in places I’ll likely regret. But I feel like this really damages the learning process for a lot of witches and needs addressing. So today I’d like to talk about this thing being told to new witches way too often: that they can use “anything” as a substitution if they don’t have X ingredient for, say, a spell jar or whatever.

Can I just say, as someone whose practice focuses heavily on herbal work, how crazy that makes me?

I am not saying spells are set in stone and substitutions can’t be made. They totally can be.

I am not saying that this here fancy spell with all these fancy, expensive ingredients can’t have a more accessible re-working done with more common ingredients. It probably can.

I am all about making spells work for less money, less time, and less privileged people. You tell me what you’ve got in your kitchen and yard, and I will help you find a way to make that into any-damn-thing you please.

I am not all about the elite-extra-special “old way” or some dead guy’s mandates on how to witch.

But when I see, “just use quartz/rosemary instead” as the generic advice for EVERYTHING, no matter what the missing component in question is, it makes me crazy.

What’s the purpose of using ingredient-based spells? No, not just for the aesthetic™. It’s to reduce the energy load on you by replacing it with stuff that ALREADY HAS a given energy, or focus.

So if you remove it and just stick a generic energy booster in there, what’s going to happen?

One of two things:

1. The spell doesn’t work as intended, because you took off a wheel and put a rocket where it used to be.

2. The spell does work as intended, but I’m willing to bet you feel the exact same drain you would have felt if you’d just done energy work… because that’s probably what you did (and a lot of people don’t realize that isn’t supposed to happen).

So while I’m not saying that you’re wrong and your spell didn’t work regardless of whatever generic substitutions you made, I am going to say that if that’s true, I wonder if you’re wasting a lot of materials in your practice.

The purpose of spell ingredients is to use the properties of the ingredient in order to add a specific energy to the spell, which reduces the burden on you to supply that specific energy, and to have highly consistent focus while doing so. If your spell calls for valerian, then there is something about valerian itself that is aiding the spell. You can’t simply swap it with cayenne and expect to get the same results. There are definitely things you COULD swap it with because they have similar properties, but not absolutely anything.

If you can swap the valerian with literally anything and get the same results, that likely means you are not actually using the valerian to help you cast the spell. You’re simply using your own energy and the herbs are set dressing.

And there’s most certainly nothing wrong with being adept at pure energy work. That’s a great skill to have as a witch. But it sure is a waste of herbs if you’re not actually using them, eh? I mean, a lot of these herbs we use aren’t cheap or readily available.

Why not just get rid of the set dressing and save yourself time and money and just do energy work? Or if you like your set dressing, use tools meant to amplify energy work, like a wand or a staff or something?

Also, I think there’s a certain level of damage being done when we tell witches who are trying to learn herbal work that anything is just the same as anything else and none of it matters.

The magical uses of herbs are often tied to their mundane uses. Let’s remember: cunning craft was the mother of medicine. To this very day, the magical uses of many herbs are tied to their physical affects. Even when they aren’t, they’re often a sort of hypersigil, and they’ve gained those associations through dozens or even hundreds of years of thousands or millions of people all imbuing them with the same purpose and energy. Most correspondences have a biological reasoning behind them, or have been basically sigilized by being used the same way thousands of times.

Exceptions and personal correspondences are a thing; I have a few myself. But these tend to be herbs that have been highly significant in my own life over a long period of time, and have consequently become a sort of personal sigil, as opposed to the cultural sigil of most broader correspondences. My personal correspondences tend to be things I have history with (even if it’s mundane), not just literally anything. Basically, I’ve overridden the cultural sigilization, by writing over it with my own over time. But that’s an exception.

It makes it impossible to learn herbal work – which is a totally different skill from energy work – if you’re proposing that none of it actually matters and it all works the same anyway. And furthermore, it’s pretty discouraging if a witch tries that, and then their spell fails, which I see with some regularity.

Witches read that they can replace “anything” with quartz or rosemary, and then they come back and say their spell is doing all kinds of weird stuff it shouldn’t be doing.

Well, I’m not surprised. The original ingredient was there to give the spell a specific property, and then someone told them to replace it with a neutral energy booster and not do anything to replace the loss of that specific property, or control all the unprogrammed energy.

So, the result is going to be a high-powered bouncy ball of a spell that just pings around doing random shit and putting holes in the wall. Because they didn’t give it anything except energy with no focus. Because you can’t just replace “anything” with quartz or rosemary.

That tripped me up for a while, as someone who relies a lot on tools. I’m an empath, and like a lot of drain-prone people, I find using ingredients helps reduce how drained I get by casting spells. Becoming adept at herbal work was really important for me to be able to cast at all with any consistency. I can DO energy work, but I don’t always wanna wind up spending the next day in bed, and that’s where tools help me.

It’s not very helpful to just say “replace it with anything.” That’s not how herb magic works.

Substitution can be done in most cases. But if you’re gonna remove a wheel, you need to add a different one that’s compatible with the car, not just strap a rocket to the axle.

So, long story short: I really wish people would stop saying you can substitute with “anything.” While I get that the intention is to try to make the craft more accessible, it just impedes people from learning how to do it with stuff that’s ACTUALLY accessible. I mean, what’s inaccessible about the stuff most people have in their kitchen? You can substitute for a lot with that!

While it is completely true that you don’t need ingredients to do a spell, it is also true that if you’re going to use ingredients, they matter. If they didn’t matter there’d be no point to using them.

If you find that you can substitute with “anything” and get the same results no matter what, then I think I can save you some time and money: just get an energy working tool instead!

Things I've done/said while writing

• “Oh my God this is taking too long, just shut up and get to the fucking place already.”

• Forgets I have the power to make the characters get to the fucking place already

• Constantly checks word count to see if I’ve written as much or more than I had for the last chapter

• Opens doc and rereads to remember what I was planning to write and can never remember what I was planning to write

• Opens doc and immediately closes it

• Looks over already published chapters for inspiration and feel part of my soul die when I see it’s ridden with typos

• Dad: “What are you working on?” Me: “..A story?” Dad: “Oh! When do you plan on letting me read it?” Me: “I’m lying, I’m talking to a friend.”

• Panics after I’ve closed the doc without saving, forgetting that I use Google Docs

• Forgets how to spell the word ‘wet’

• “Can I say a character tied her hair into a ponytail? Are ponytails in fantasy settings still ponytails?”

• “Why can’t I just write this part already? I really want to write this part.”

• “How many times can I mention this story to my friends before I get them to read it or make them annoyed by it?”

• Looks up definition of a word several times just to make sure it means what I think it means

anonymous asked:

What do you think happened after the pool kiss? Like, how did they get home, what did evak do when they got to isak's place?

  • I’m thinking it was a breathless ride back on that bike, Isak holding onto Even’s shoulders, shaking from the cold, the excitement, the idea of living in a world in which kissing boys in pools is possible now, is a thing that happens to him now. Even laughing loudly, throwing his head back and looking over his shoulder like, “did you see her face, Isak? did you see it?” and nearly crashing into a tree. Isak yelling, “fucking watch where you’re going!” but feeling like they could quite honestly crash into five trees and he wouldn’t care as long as he can keep pushing his nose into Even’s wet shirt and smell the last of whatever cologne he was wearing. 
  • it was Isak holding Even’s hand and stumbling up the stairs and Even trying to kiss Isak’s mouth in the hallway but missing, the kiss ending somewhere near Isak’s ear so Isak grabs his face, his hands splayed over Even’s cheeks, gives him three of the softest, shyest kisses, not missing this time, feeling like flying. 
  • it was Isak praying, praying, praying with every step, please don’t let anyone be home, oh, please don’t let anyone be home, yelling out a, “hello?’ while Even’s putting his hands on his hips, feeling like singing when nobody answers and Isak realizes they’re alone, they’re alone, they’re alone.
  • it was Isak throwing a dry shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms at Even, which Even catches ever so casually, then softly excusing himself to change into dry clothes in the bathroom because he needs time. time and space to breathe, to calm down, to collect his thoughts, which is not something he can do if he catches an eye full of Even’s butt one more time. 
  • it’s falling onto the bed, Even pulling him close like this is something they’ve done a million times before, whispering, “you’re so cute, you’re so fucking cute, what did you think when I kissed you? what did you think?” and Isak smiling up, not really answering but asking for more kisses, because this needs to last, needs to last for as long as he can get it to last. 
  • it’s falling asleep to the sound of Even’s heartbeat, head on his chest, Even whispering something about swimming pools and tragic love stories, and not waking up for six full hours, which hasn’t happened since months and months and months.

anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)

anonymous asked:

I've seen 3 way of interpreting the color cover: Death (obviously with how the chapter ended), Loss of Virginity (her offer to Kaneki when he's ready and /or considering sex as a way to get him to stay, and flowers used in poems and literature as a symbol of a young woman's virginity, lastly (and least likely to me) pregnancy (flowers also meaning new life, the red either meaning loss virginity or childbirth going along with Touka offer of sex resulting in a One Eyed Prince/Princess)

do u think this chapter is a death flag for touka?

do you think the blood splatter on the colour page might be hinting that mutsuki might stab touka with one of her knives or something?

Idk if anyone asked this before, but there’s been death flags already marked on touka from the latest chapter and I just want to know you’re opinion and what you think. Considering how the chapter ended, I’m really worried and concerned for her.

Hi! So according to the colored page of latest chapter. I guess you’ve seen the 3 possibilities of what might happen to Touka. I would like to hear what you think about it. I highly doubt that she would die, Ishida sensei doesn’t kill characters lightly especially if it doesn’t serve the story (which I think is applied on Touka right now). Also her expression in the picture doesn’t imply bad thing happening, but more like she’s happy? I mean even if she were to die I don’t think it will be now..

Or pregnancy.

Dude the stain on toukas stomach kinda looks like a ukaku kagune. What if the color page is implying pregnancy?

rebeccastarlight: The blood splatter on the cover page it also looks like she’s going to die from childbirth

I wasn’t really a believer of the cover page implying that Touka became pregnant, but I recently saw a reddit post about it. [You can probably find it on the front page.] So anyways, it talked about the poem Ishida made a year ago, “Her womb smelled like it was burnt”. Bad sign already, but if you go through the translated lyrics its even worse. It also straightforwardly says the children meant to be born, had died. Do you think that relates to whats happening now? ItAlsoWouldLeadToParallelling 

Wow, this is a really popular question, huh? Well, really it’s two and a half questions: 1) Will Touka die next chapter? 2) Will Touka get pregnant? 2.5) Will it end tragically? But since they’re all related to the cover picture, I’ll answer them all here before saying what I think is going to happen.

Q: Will Touka die next chapter?

A: No way Jose. If I’ve learnt anything from all that I’ve ever read, watched or played, it’s that female deuteragonists are IMMORTAL. Even more so than protagonists on some occasions. Don’t worry about the death flags, because this arc will be a parallel of the original Anteiku Raid arc, and you know who had a ton of death flags back then and who Touka has been paralleling since the start of :re? Old man Yoshimura! Who, despite it all, is still alive (if not kickin’). Touka won’t die - it’s far more likely that she’s going to get captured like her predecessor, probably as bait for Kaneki. 

Q: Will Touka get pregnant, and will it end in tragedy?

A: Unlikely. That would require a 9-month timeskip to pay off, and things are way too hectic in the story right now to allow for something like that. The alternative would be that it’s foreshadowing for the epilogue, but it seems a bit strange to do that so early on and before Kaneki and Touka have even done the deed. It’s also not something that really needs to be foreshadowed because it would be part of the denouement rather than the actual plot. I don’t think it’s ukaku kagune since Ishida always draws blood with artistic flair in his colour art, and the drops over her breasts are unmistakably blood. As for the flowers, those are Kaneki’s signature flower, sweet olives, and they represent him.

Where the stillbirth/death in childbirth theories are concerned, I really doubt Ishida would kill off Touka so needlessly in the story’s epilogue of all places, and killing the baby would be equally pointless as we’ve seen Kuzen and Ukina (moar parallels) manage it. As one of these anons has already said, Ishida always has a point to his tragedy; he wouldn’t just throw either of those things in at the story’s conclusion for the sake of squeezing our tear ducts, especially since it would have nothing to do with the plotline of Tokyo Ghoul and, again, an epilogue is supposed to unwind tension rather than wrack it up.

What I think is going to happen

I think the blood on her stomach is indicative of a wound inflicted by Mutsuki. But it’s not just going to be any wound that’ll regenerate in a week - I think that out of jealousy, Mutsuki is going to damage Touka’s womb beyond repair. Since Ghouls have high-speed regenerative abilities, the only way to ensure that the womb won’t grow back would be to tear it out of her body, or maybe even eat it (we’ve already seen Mutsuki feed from bodies, and it could serve to parallel Ayato eating her kakuhou in the original series). Sexual mutilation would fit Mutsuki’s parallels with Torso and Nutcracker, and Kaneki and Touka talking about sex foreshadows that specific calamity more than a general death - especially since we’ve seen how good Touka is with kids in Ch 120. It also allows the aforementioned poem to fit in -  “The children who were meant to be born, died” - referring to Touka’s ability to reproduce being robbed from her. 

So I think sad times are ahead for Touka, but she will live on. And isn’t Hinami kind of her and Kaneki’s kid already?

                                                   𝓛𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓵


My latest illustration, finally done! x_x It wasn’t really that hard to do once you get hold on the shading. (My finals are coming save me)
Here’s Soar in his prior form! I like to think the altar dedicated to him has this drawing as a mural painting. What a majestic lion :D


                                        ~ zoomed in details ~

Dating Castiel Would Include:

Originally posted by subcas

Author’s Note: I haven’t caught up with supernatural because I’m lazy (I still need to watch 2&3) so here is a ‘dating x would include’, this is first one I’ve ever done and I hope you all like it!


  • Cas being really shy because you’re the first human he falls for.
  • Cas holding your hand all the time.
  • Cas giving you cheek kisses and making Dean gag.
  • Cas holding you close when your asleep because he knows about those nightmares.
  • Late night movie sessions to get Cas caught up in his pop culture.
  • Endless stories about Heaven and the Garrison. 
  • And stories of him and his brothers and sisters.
  • You learning Enochian so you all can send messages without the brothers knowing what you said.
  • You teaching Cas how to text.
  • Cas zapping you around the world to see a certain land mark just because.
  • Cas showing you his wings.
  • You telling Cas how beautiful they are.
  • You telling Cas how much you love him.
  • Being Proud of Cas no matter what he’s done.
  • Cas giving you silly nicknames like ‘honey bee’.
  • Making all sorts of angel puns.
  • Cas givng you soft kisses when no one’s around.
  • Laying your head on his shoulder while riding in the back of the impala.
  • Cas telling you he loves you so much.
Threesome

Threesomes are a tricky topic, lots of people think that it’s something they would like to do at some point, most men seem to prefer themselves with two girls, but there are some who even prefer to be with another man and their girl. The reality can often be very different, and honestly can cause a lot of problems for partners when introducing someone else into a sexual experience, partners can often be left with feelings or rejection or inadequacy. So for some it’s probably best left as a fantasy. For me and my husband it was a fantasy for a while and took a long time before we acted on it. For some it’s more fun spontaneous, just meeting a random guy and end up back in a hotel room together or something.

For me the first time was on a vacation we took together, when you go away you tend to leave some of your boundaries back at home and are a little more open. We had arranged to meet a potential guy in a bar on the second night we were there, he was living in the area and we had spoken to him for some time before hand, mostly to see what he was like, see that he was relatively normal etc. Also meeting in a bar allowed either him or us to walk away if things were not right or you didn’t click.

The whole getting ready for the vacation almost became centered on this threesome we were going to try, me and my husband were both excited and nervous in equal measure and was really quite funny on the short flight down there. The first night we went for a nice meal and an early night. The day of the meeting, we went to the beach, and asked each other if we were ‘ok’ about a hundred times each.

Getting ready to go out was fun, doing make up, he dressed up in jeans and a shirt. I had shaved, every inch of myself from the neck down, done my make-up and chosen a little black dress to wear. I like the dress as I don’t need to wear a bra with it, and is short but long enough I can get away with wearing no panties. That was a little something me and my husband planned that I would be commando, to add a little excitement, though I did carry a thong in my purse as you never really know how an evening will go. Other than my little black dress (photo at the end of the story), I just had a black pair of high heeled shoes on.

We got to the bar a few minutes before the arranged time, we didn’t speak much on the short journey there, just sort of smiled a little at each other. I think we both wanted to try it, but you want the other person to want to too, and you don’t want to seem too enthusiastic if they are not too. The bar was a good choice, the music was not too loud, so you could have a conversation, but it was loud enough that you wouldn’t really be overheard by anyone. The bar was quite small with a few tables taken, but we found a place towards the back. My husband ordered us a couple of drinks and we sat nervously waiting, while I realized the slight problem of sitting on a chair in a very short skirt that rides up as you side down, and feeling the cooler breeze between my legs.

We both saw the other guy arrive (ill call him Mark), and he spotted us at the same time, with an awkward smile and wave he came over. He seems quite shy and quiet at first, and mostly we all made small talk, offered a few compliments and sipped at our drinks. The first hour followed in very much the same fashion. After a few drinks we chose to order some tequila, which soon relaxed people a lot more, I was feeling quite drunk, and my husband and mark seemed well on their way too. This helped us to talk about the night a little more, I had mark come and sit next to me too, so I was in the middle of my husband and mark. I know my husband was really horny as I know he hadn’t cum for about a week, and marks eyes moved often from my boobs to my legs.

We probably looked a little ‘close’ for a group of three, but no one paid us much attention. When mark went to the restroom, my focus was back on my husband and we would kiss, but when my husband left I shared my first kiss with mark, and his hand was in my lap, I parted my thighs a little and his hand slid slowly up. His eye sprang open and looked at me with a massive grin as he realized I had no underwear on, and he had for the first time touched my freshly shaven, tight little pussy.

We went next door to a club, where is was quite busy, we danced together, but by now we were all loosened up and all wanting to go somewhere more private. We took a taxi back to our hotel, where again I sat in the middle of them in the back, however this time they were a lot more attentive towards me. Their hands were roaming my body and their hands feeling their way up and down my legs, I would kiss one and then the other. The taxi driver must have known full well what was going to happen when he stopped outside our hotel. We were all a little drunk, and so turned on that it seemed to move as a dream from taxi to hotel room. When in the room I was standing kissing Mark, and my husband was in close behind me, he pulled at my zip at the back on my dress and it fell to the floor so that I was now standing naked apart from a pair of heels between two men. After some more touching and kissing, I sat on the bed and took off my heels. They stood in from on my, and stripped naked too. They were both rock hard before id even touched them. I looked at these two big hard cocks, and looked up to their horny and lustful eyes. I sucked my husband’s cock while playing with Marks cock in my hand, then changed to sucking marks cock while rubbing my husband’s cock wet from my mouth. We then went into the shower together, where there was a lot of soapy rubbing and touching going on. I got out first and went to the bed and laid in the middle of it with my legs wide open. My husband ate my pussy while I sucked Marks hard cock. After they both sucked on a nipple each and groping my boobs while they worked their fingers inside of me.  Mark was the first to get on top of me and slide his cock in me, It felt so big but so good with every trust I wrapped my legs around him. I played with my husband’s cock and sucked it between groans. The changed positions, and my husband was pounding me with a great excitement as I tasted my wet pussy from Marks cock.

I stood on the floor and bent over the bed, as they both stood behind me hard, they slapped their big cocks against my ass. My husband then knelt on the bed in front of me, and I went to on all fours, and Mark fucked me from behind as I sucked my husband’s cock, Mark was making suck loud groans as he complimented my ass and moaned as if he were in heaven. The thrill of being spit roasted like this had me Cumming too, being fucked doggy by mark, I held my husband’s cock as I screamed out Cuming so hard. All of a sudden Mark Is groaning louder and starts to go rigid and I can feel him Cumming in me. Me and my husband are turned on more, and as Mark gets off me and lays on the bed, My husband starts fucking me doggy, his hard thrusts pumping all Marks cum out of my pussy and can feel it running down my thigh. It isn’t long before I cum again, and my husband cums inside me too. I can feel his cum being released in me stronger than normal, he stays inside me for a few minutes until he pulls out his cock which flops against his thigh exhausted. We all laid naked on the bed not speaking for about 10 minutes next to each other breathing heavily and feeling very satisfied.

7 times they noticed (2/7)

(in honour of my salty child’s birthday. Happy Birthday Pidge! I decided to write this from Pidge’s pov rather than Lance, just for a change.)


Pidge was up late again. Whoops. It was something o’clock in the dead of night - though she could argue in space, time was sort of irrelevant - and she was still perusing through Altean history. Obviously it was all in Altean, and she didn’t know that much, but still there were thorough diagrams of the technologically advanced civilization, so she didn’t mind. So time passed and lo and behold, she was still awake, fervently looking through incomplete blueprints of Voltron, frustrated at her inability to understand the scribbled notes alongside the drawings. It wasn’t as if she was tired. She didn’t really sleep much anymore.

As her rubbed her eyes in annoyance, the screen still bright, she heard a faint muffled noise - though she couldn’t really make out where or who it was coming from, nor the nature of the noise. The door slid open as she crept out into the hallway, seeking the source of the noise. She wondered if it was Shiro, knowing that he too had trouble sleeping, but it didn’t make sense; his room was a way away from hers. As she walked along the corridor, her bare feet cold against the metallic floor, the noise grew slightly louder. Soon she stopped at a door, and it occurred to her that she thought this was Lance’s, but that couldn’t be it. Lance always slept like a log - she fondly remembered in the Garrison days, all the boys trying to wake him up. Then she remembered why she was at the Garrison in the first place, and it seemed less fond.

She hesitated, unsure whether to open the door; but against her better judgement, she did.

The door slid open with a sound, and the owner of the room looked up in surprise. Pidge’s suspicions were correct. It was Lance. But he looked different. In the darkness, she could see watery trails down his cheeks, his eyes puffy, and dark circles apparent. Her eyes widened.

“L-Lance? Uh…” She trailed off, not knowing what to say, not really. He just stared at her, eyes wide and hands shaking, holding his knees under his chin. “Um…should I…go?” Pidge questioned.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry if I woke you up.” Lance found his voice, and it was hollow, as hollow as the smile that appeared on his face. Pidge frowned at his careless air, contrasted to his sweat-laden hair, which was uncharacteristically sticking up in different places.

“You…you didn’t wake me up. I couldn’t sleep.” She was uncomfortable; he looked so very different to the picture of ‘Lance’ in her mind. “Uh…are you alright?” Lance noticed her discomfort, and got up, rubbing his hair with an attempted air of nonchalance.

“Yeah. Totally, dude, don’t worry.”

“Um…really?” Pidge played with her sleeves, twisting them around her fingers.

Lance visibly stiffened, dropping the pretense of confidence, his shoulders tightening.

“…” He didn’t reply, tears brimming. Pidge cautiously approached him, arm outstretched, and patted him on the shoulder nervously. He flinched at her touch and she drew her arm back in shock. “I just…can’t do anything right?” His voice cracked. “I mean, look at you. You’re fourteen, and a genius. How the hell can I compare?” He looked to her, desperation on his face. She paused.

“I mean, you don’t have to, I guess?” She bit the inside of her cheek. “Shit, how do I say this?” She grabbed her hair and sighed, wincing. “Like, we’re all good at different stuff, and…well…” She closed her eyes. “Fuck! I mean, I don’t know how to do half the stuff that you do!” Her voice was louder than she had planned, and Lance’s face froze into an impassive stare.

“Like what, Pidge?” His tone was harsh and she winced in response..

“For one, you’re a really good shot. Like, really good. Do you remember when you came out of unconsciousness? And you hit that bad guy perfectly?” She looked to him for an answer, willing him to just accept it.

“Luck.” He stated simply.

“Well, you’ve done it more than once. Plus, you’re actually funny sometimes, though it pains me to admit it.” She raised her eyebrows and Lance smiled weakly, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You’d help anyone out - you believe the best in people. We’re in, this like, crazy situation and you haven’t stopped being just you. Stupid, amazing, you.” She scratched her ear. “I guess.”

Lance let out a short laugh.

“Sorry, I’m not that good at pep talk - which you are by the way. You can just energise anyone around you. But it’s okay to hurt, Lance.” Pidge looked down.

“I -” Lance begun, but she cut him off.

“But, dude, it’s not okay to hurt alone.” She crossed her arms, biting her lip.

“Thanks for calling me stupid?.” He was smiling as he said this, and Pidge laughed in response.

“Yeah, I’m pretty shit at this, aren’t I? But…if you need to talk, my door - hell, probably everyone’s door is open. I mean, like in the dead of night, probably don’t knock of Hunk’s door, he’s probably asleep. But like, I know Keith trains at this time occasionally, so…” She trailed off when Lance scoffed.

“Keith doesn’t want to talk to me.” He looked down, and Pidge rolled her eyes.

“Sure. Now, can you get back to sleep? I know I really should.” She smiled tersely and Lance nodded, wiping his cheeks. “Um…this is the worst question, but, how do you not look like shit after nights like these? I do.” She winced, but relaxed when he laughed.

“Oh my dear friend, skincare cream and foundation do their wonders.” Lance let out a grin as worry creased Pidge’s face again.

“You shouldn’t have to hide it.” She turned around. “Bye Lance.”

The door closed behind her, and she put her head in her hands. Now she knew. She cursed, wishing she knew earlier. How come she didn’t notice before? She had to tell Shiro, and although she didn’t want to betray his trust, this was far more important than pride. She bit her lip. Maybe it was a once-off thing? In the meanwhile, she should really get some sleep. God knows she needed it.


Read the other parts:


(nb as of 6/4/17: Hunk is up (along with Shiro and Pidge) Others will follow! I’ve done some editing to make the conversation flow better, once again thanks to the anon that pointed it out. I’ve edited Hunk’s and Shiro’s will be done soon. Thanks!)

(7/4/17: Coran is up!)

(17/4/17: Allura is up!)

(general note: I see Pidge and Lance as platonic, but you can read into it as you like. Also, all these stories work together, but can be read separately)

Yuya and Reiji’s VAs speak their thoughts on ArcV ending

What were your thoughts and feelings as you finished the final postrecording session?

Ono Kensho (Yuya): As I recorded my lines, I kept thinking, “The show’s ending!?” It was kind of sad (laughs). But I still gave my all for this final Entertainment Duel. It was very fun!

During the three years that you worked on the show, which Duel do you think is the most impressive?

Ono Kensho: All the Duels were impressive, but if I have to choose one, the most impressive one for me is Yuya vs Yuri. I’ve been anticipating that Duel since Yuri debuted, and when it actually happened, I was like “It’s finally here!” That Duel was basically Me vs Me, and it was very fun.

Do you have a message to the fans who have supported the show?

Ono Kensho: Thank you all for the past three years! I have grown alongside Yuya during those three years. I’m really happy that I was able to participate in a franchise that I’ve loved since I was a kid, and I will treasure it for the rest of my life. Please continue to support the Yu-Gi-Oh series!

What were your thoughts and feelings as you finished the final postrecording session?

Hosoya Yoshimasa (Reiji): It still feels really unreal to me that we won’t have another postrecording session starting next week. I kept wondering about how the story will end as the postrecording for the final episode drew near. And…What do I say…I was musing about how the final product will be delivered after the recording for the final episode is done, and so on.

Do you have a message to the fans who have supported the show?

Hosoya Yoshimasa: There’s always black and white, light and dark, up and down… And sometimes you’ll get what you want and need, sometimes you won’t, but at the end of the day, I think that all of them are still part of a show and entertainment. A world without heart (kokoro) would be a lonely one, so I think it is something we all need. And also, a performance must have spectators for the entertainment to matter. With that said, I would like to thank you all for supporting the show!

Thanks to DMC3444 for the translation

yall i did say that i am going to talk about the clarke/monty confrontation that takes place in the middle of the ep at some point, but can we take a moment and appreciate their first scene together? the way monty observes clarke and registeres that something else is going on with her besides her worrying over the hunting party (especially bellamy) going radio silent (look how my monty signals to her that he knows something is up by tipping his arm against hers)

the way clarke goes “mmmphf”, because she is not the best at expressing herself, but she also really wants to get this feeling off her chest

so she takes a deep breath

and tells him how she feels

and like. she is so conflicted about her presence in one place and absence in another, feeling pretty hopeless about the situation overall and completey out of place (she just wants to save everyone yall), so you see her distress written all over her face. but monty feels confident that the others will get the job done - even when she voices her worry that they have to get it done before the radiation arrives - and comforts her; basically tells her that they need her here.

and long story short: look at her cute, small smile at the end of the scene.

super short lived moment between them, but i really love their friendship ok ok? this moment stood out to me. thank you very much.

ultradreamologistblog  asked:

hi 👋 I just wanted to say I've been following your for ages & your tumblr is goals af - I also wanted to ask/say I was so disappointed to find that people on tumblr are just outright hating on acowar & completely disregarding the fact that it did have some wonderfully beautiful moments with our fave characters, there was more representation (I mean hello Helion & various other sexy poc) & we got a nice ending where no one died - isn't that what we have all been praying for since September!? Pt1

I’m not ignoring the fact that there were no flaws in her writing or some of the decisions she made about the plot but it’s just so sad to see what once was a wonderful & loving fandom (albeit as but of a salty one) become something nasty. I just wanted to ask how you felt about how no one is focusing on the good right now as well as looking forward to all the stuff in the novellas ☺️ Pt 2
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Oh man! This is great! And I gotta tell ya, I have positive posts and theory posts READY TO GO! I’m just stalling on the posts cuz not everyone has read the book yet. So I’m waiting.

But a mini list of things I was/am super excited about in ACOWAR:

1) Maas FINALLY got more distinguished about skin color in this book! The illyrians were golden-brown. (It was odd when she said Lucien was too—but again not complaining.)

2) I’m happy that we have a main character who is gay. And I know that not everyone is okay with how it was done, but I said this before and I’ll say it again, I would rather Maas try and get it wrong then not try at all. And I know people who identify really REALLY hard with Mor’s story in this book—so it can’t be all bad.

3) We also got some GREAT Azriel moments!!! Which I honestly needed. He is an interesting dude. And Maas was on her game for his scenes. She did a LOT of showing and not telling when it came to his decisions and interactions ESPECIALLY with Elain. And let’s just say my heart grew three sizes.

4) She left us with mystery! I NEED to know what Nesta really is! I get she’s probably a witch, but by what the Bone Carver said—that can’t be all! I NEED to know why Vassa said Mr. Archeron was like a father to her! I need to know if Elain is a low-key shadowsinger, or if Truth-Teller allowed her to travel through the shadows! WHY DOES THE CAULDRON LIKE ELAIN???! It’s not supposed to feel! SO WHY was it showing Elain how mad it was when Nesta took from it? What did it show Elain when it lured her from the war camp, and did it have ANYTHING to do with her reaction to Azriel?!

5) The set up for NESSIAN was fantastic. Like. I can’t even explain how great it was when they likened her to a death god and him to a god of warriors. WHO BETTER TO WALK HAND IN HAND WITH DEATH THAN A WARRIOR?! 💀💔🗑 classic Maas meaning right there

6) LUCIEN GETTING HIS GROOVE BACK! That poor child has been cloistered away, living in exile in the Spring Court—he finally got to spend his wings! He got to go on a mini quest! He went into the library to get a book to READ FOR PLEASURE. He still loves Jesminda—that was pretty clear—but he is learning to be his own man again. He was surrounded by people who valued his opinion. By people WHO ASKED for his opinion! JAYSUS. And not I think he is gonna do big things. He’s gonna see the world, meet his real dad, Use his Spell-Cleaver powers to save Vassa and maybe fall in love with her. Because let’s be honest, she seemed pretty in line with Jesminda and Lucien seemed to value Jes’s choice to love him. Ugh. My sweet fox!

7) Nesta showed some serious vulnerability and she stopped acting like a jerk to push people/feeling away. She is a complicated being. And she showed a lot of depth in this book. I think she is 100% aware of the mating bond. But Idk about Cassian. And what were her and Amren really doing in the Court of Nightmares? Did Amren tell Nesta she’s a witch, or was Devlon the first person to say that to her? WHAT IS SHE REALLY?!

8) ARCHERON. SISTER. FLUFF. Dudes. Oh, my dudes. After they saved Elain and Nesta ran to Feyre first and then they all slept in the bed together JUST LIKE OLD TIMES. KILL. ME. DEAD. I WAS ALIVE! THE FEELS! It still causes me physical pain to think about it!

And gosh. I could go on. But I’ll stop here. Maybe make a post for later. LOL.

Listen… I get it. I understand. The SU critical thing, it’s not just hating on the show for no reason. The fandom’s done some shit. Harassed a hotel, made a storyboard artist quit. Not to mention the show itself. Steven Universe went from a standard design and animation style to… whatever it is now. Character’s are off model in nearly every episode. Story wise, I also understand. Love and trust and acceptance is not always right, and sometimes a character needs to have conflict that doesn’t revolve around Steven. I’m looking at Amethyst here in Steven vs Amethyst

But really, what’s our alternative? Adventure Time is dead. Regular show is dead. None of the original shows have a consistent rerun scheduled. Our only real hope is The Amazing World of Gumball, and Steven Universe. Teen Titans Go is locked in, the only new show that’s coming is Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. And that’s just gonna be another gimmick show like Teen Titans Go.

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t judge Steven Universe. I’m not saying you have to like it. Just, look at Cartoon Network as a whole, and ask yourself; is Steven Universe getting canceled really a good thing?

acelaevateins  asked:

Sorry if this was already answered; I didn't see it on the blog so I figured I'd ask. I can make fully-fledged characters almost on the fly. Sometimes it's helpful but most of the time, I wind up with more characters than I can handle and eventually give up on the story they're in. How can I maintain a small main cast?

My first recommendation is that age-old hated writing advice: Kill Your Darlings. You just came up with a beautiful new character! She has 6 toes! She likes salsa (the sauce), salsa (the dance), Circe (the mythical Greek figure), and Cersei (the Game of Thrones character)! She wrinkles her nose when she’s embarrassed and has a penchant for thinking she’s right about everything! Great! I want to pinch her cheeks and make her nachos. The problem is, she’s the 8th in a cast that’s already falling apart.

Kill her. (Probably.)

I don’t mean narratively. I mean straight-up set her aside and tell her “sorry, this table’s full”. She’s great, and you love her, but it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t serve the story. Every single character you create MUST have a place in the story. They must serve the narrative. No matter how beautiful, funny, or cool they are, if they are making your story fall apart, they don’t deserve a place in it.

Now, a caveat. You’ve created Jane Darling who loves salsa and Circe, and you realize she TOTALLY has a place in this plot – in fact, she’s the answer to the problem in your current story that you’ve been worrying about all this time! In that case, obviously, keep her. Just make sure she actually is doing the work for you – and that all of your current characters are, too. If you read Tolkien’s drafts for Lord of the Rings, you’ll find he’s replacing or significantly changing characters left and right. Even an author with as huge a cast as Tolkien’s has to cut or switch out characters sometimes in order to keep the story tight enough to track (and there are lots of readers who will tell you he didn’t do it enough).

All that said, you’re the only one who can really decide which characters need to stay and which should go. If you get a good reader (and I recommend you do at some point in your journey – though many writers prefer not to utilize a reader until a first draft is done), they may be able to point you in the right direction. But it sounds to me like you are suffering from another, very common problem, which is novel fatigue. It’s so easy to drop a novel. There are too many new ideas waiting. You don’t know for sure where it’s going. Things feel out of control. You don’t have enough time. And on. And on.

If you are serious about finishing a story, you’ll have to take another piece of hated age-old advice, which is: just do it. Just sit, every day, until you’ve written SOMETHING, even if you know you’re going to end up deleting what you came up with. Or just sit, every day, and think about your story for one full hour, whether anything gets written or not. There are lots of strategies, but the bottom line is that you have to interact with your story daily until it is done, however long that takes. You have to set aside newer ideas who’s newness is appealing (because you’ve thought about the old ideas for a YEAR and there’s no way they are going to sound exciting and new to you even if they sound awesome to every potential reader). You have to say no to friends and activities. You have to actively say, “I want to and am going to finish this.” Over time, sometimes a long long time, the other problems, like cast size, will become smaller, until they are relatively insignificant.

Some practical helps along the way, however: 

Consider a novel-writing software, like Scrivener. These are created to help you keep track of characters and plot points.

A wall covered in sticky notes goes a long way.

A folder for new ideas (in your case new characters) that aren’t presently useful goes a long way, too. Kill Your Darlings, but give them a chance to rise from the dead some other day.

I hope this helps. I know novel writing can easily become unwieldy and overwhelming, but I believe in you!

I miss her Part [2/...]

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 1092
Warning: Just some fluff and my beloved PreWar!Bucky

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

Masterlist


1942.

The whistling of the train sounded through the great station in Brooklyn while [Y/N] clung to Bucky who was holding her in his arms “I will be back before you can blink twice, doll” He kissed her head and hold her close.

She sniffed into his jacket and didn’t want to let go. This was nothing like a short trip to another state, this was war and [Y/N] knew there was a chance that she would never see him again, hold him again or kiss him again. He couldn’t leave her, not now.

“Please don’t leave me, James. It’s too dangerous out there on the field. What if you-”

“Don’t you dare even think about this, [Y/N]. I will come back home because I have the greatest reason to do so. And when I get home, I promise you that I will never leave your side ever again, do you hear me?” he stroke her cheek and brushed her tears away that were flooding down.

Slowly, she nodded as another whistling echoed through the station and [Y/N]’s grip became stronger before Bucky pushed her slowly off him “Promise me, you don’t do anything stupid and keep an eye on Steve. That punk won’t give up a good chance to follow me and the others to England” he chuckled.

“All abroad!” an older man shouted from the train and waved all the soldiers to the doors.
Another tear left [Y/N]’s eyes before she kissed Bucky for the last time. The kiss was soft but full of love and it was hard for both of them to let go.

[Y/N] let out a small whimper when James broke the kiss and picked up his bag to follow the other soldier into the train. She hold onto his hand until they were standing in front of the doors “Come back, please. Promise me!” she almost shouted at him as Bucky smiled softly and winked “I would never leave my best girl behind”

He jumped on the train and walked to next open window to see her a last time.

It was horrible for her to see her boyfriend leaving for war but she didn’t want to stay in his mind as the crying wreck that she was right now so she put herself together and gave him her best smile that she could manage.

“I love you, [Y/N], and don’t forget to make pancakes when I get home!” he shouted over the other men what made her laugh. He loved her laugh so much “I love you more!” [Y/N] shouted as the train began to move.

Smiling he waved at her “I love you most!”
There she was. Standing next to the other crying women and waving at her beloved soldier. Hoping that he would make it home safely. But she didn’t know that it would take her almost 73 years to see her Bucky again.


It began to rain when [Y/N] was on her way to the Headquarters, sitting in the small cab that she called out for after she left the Smithsonian. The way back was too long to walk so she decided to take a cab. The cab driver was overwhelmed when he noticed who was sitting in the back of his car while [Y/N] was giving him enough cash and told him where he should take her.

The rain was pouring down the windows when she looked outside. But suddenly she saw a familiar face. It looked so much like Bucky’s and she held her breath. Quickly, [Y/N] turned around and looked through the rear window and but there was no one. There was no Bucky.

“Ma'am, are you okay?” the cab driver asked her carefully when he noticed [Y/N]’s strange behavior in the back. Sighing [Y/N] sat straight again and nodded disappointed “Yeah…I’m fine”

The ride back home took almost one hour until they arrived at the huge building. She thanked the driver and gave him a generous tip before [Y/N] left and made her way into the Headquarters.

“Welcome back, Ms [Y/L/N]” she heard Friday through the speakers in the hallway. [Y/N] smiled shortly and went to her room to change into her sweatpants and her favorite hoodie. Before [Y/N] left her room, her gaze stayed on the little photograph that was standing on her nightstand. It had already started to yellow but [Y/N] didn’t care. The way he smiled on the picture made her life at least a little bit easier. Steve had found it and gave it to her after she came out of cryo.

Sighing, [Y/N] forced the smile on her face that she gave Bucky when he left for war before she closed her bedroom door behind her and moved to go into the kitchen to get herself a water and maybe a sandwich. But [Y/N] was stopped by an argument that she started to overhear between Sam and Steve.

“But what if she finds out? She will rip your head off”’ Steve grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms in front of his chest while Sam closed his eyes and mumbled “If you scream  louder, she will definitly hear it, you idiot”

Before anything could slip past their lips, [Y/N] stepped into the kitchen and smiled at them “What are you guys arguing about?”

Gulping, Sam looked at Steve who smiled at her “Don’t worry. Sam just crashed Natasha’s favorite gun while training. He was so frustrated that he smashed it to the ground and now he is afraid that he might be dead in the next few hours” he lied easily something that he normally couldn’t. But [Y/N] just believed what he said because she was too tired to scrutinize it.

So she just gave Sam a smile “Then I hope Nat won’t crash your head. You’re a great member of the team, Sam”

Quickly [Y/N] made herself a sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water and left without saying anything else. But [Y/N] stopped shortly after she passed the next corner to hear if they were starting to argue again. Steve was a terrible lair and something inside her head told [Y/N] that they were definitly not talking about Natasha.

“Just scream a little bit quieter the next time. ‘Cause I don’t think I can lie to her again” Steve sighed and made his way over to the couch when Sam followed him “But you know I am right. She needs to know”

There was no doubt that they were hiding something from [Y/N] and she would find out what.

Part 3


And it’s done! I’m really in love with this story

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Unpopular Opinion? 12x14

I really, really loved this episode. 

I also REALLY love Mary, tbh, she’s painfully and beautifully human and not this perfect person/perfect mother everyone (and Dean) put on a pedestal all these years. We can’t let our love/overprotectiveness of the boys cloud our judgement on Mary who is doing her best even if we don’t agree, kthx.

Also really, really, really love Dean’s character development this episode as far as his maturity level goes and how family matters whether they make you mad and/or you agree with their choices or not. 

AND I am relieved/happy that they are emphasizing what I’ve been saying all along, the BMoL did NOTTTTTT torture Sam, TONI tortured Sam. There is a CLEAR friggin’ difference. She was a rogue just like the lame ass hunter in this episode 12x14 turned rogue. 

(Mind you this does NOT mean I trust them at all, lol, but I do think it makes Mary’s decisions and also now Sam’s decisions make complete sense to me, considering the BMoL really are offering the chance to end all monsters, I mean c’mon. They might not be completely infallible but knowledge like what Sam provided tonight in his kickass way throughout really fills in the gaps the BMoL have. They could be an epic team, tbh, but again…I’m not saying I trust them. They see things in black and white, and don’t believe in letting good monsters/witnesses live. That isn’t cool, but that does NOT make them evil by default, goddamn. It just makes them see in black and white juuuuust like John Winchester did and how Dean used to in the past.)

AND, AND this Sam at the end? His decision is completely IN CHARACTER for him to do. He’s always been a fan of doing things better/smarter/researching/strategizing. He completely takes after his grandpa Henry as far as being a true to heart Man of Letters. Plus he has worked with “enemies/people he doesn’t trust” before. Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, and MANY MORE/others. Sam has a VERY solid history of being able to put aside both past differences and even ‘evil’ to get the mission done. Bless him.

ANYWAY, just thought I should put this out there. I absolutely ADORE S12, I love the hell out of Mary, and I’m really excited for the rest of this season and seeing where it goes. This current turn in the story line has lots of potential, especially considering Sam and Dean are gonna need alllllllll the help they can get against Lucifer and Rosemary’s Baby, I mean let’s be real here.

All of this coming from the mouth of a Sam!Girl through and through who was/is horrified over what Sam endured and went through at the hands of that fucking bitch Toni. I’m just also aware enough to know/realize that TONI does not represent the BMoL as a whole, she. went. rogue. …If people could stop lumping them together until we get canon proof, that’d be awesome. Innocent until proven guilty, ya’ll. Learn it. Live it. 

Also just… please, enough hate on Mary, goddamn, she’s HUMAN (and humans AND Winchesters make well intentioned mistakes/lie/hide things from each other all the friggin’ time), and honestly only wants to give her boys what she never could before now… A happy life. A normal life. A world free of monsters. 

….Probably won’t happen, shit will hit the fan somewhere, but stop faulting her for giving a damn enough to actively try, jeeeeeez. Don’t be mad because the show gave us a well rounded character. 

Again… All just my personal opinion. And an unpopular opinion at that (there’s so many people hating right now, it saddens me), but I just felt like I needed to throw my 2 cents in. We’re all allowed to feel differently, and I still love those of you whom I follow who don’t feel the way I do, but yeah. S12 is diamonds (especially from a Wincest standpoint, haha, it’s been so gooooooood, but that’s neither here nor there.) 

anonymous asked:

aww man if youre still looking for prompts, i would love to see the first chapter of if we bite from nursey's point of view? like, what exactly was he thinking when he brought up blowjobs to dex etc? that would be amazing!

DID YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE THIS PROMPT. BC I LOVE THIS PROMPT.

He’s not sure why he says it.

It might be the stress, or the way that studying Shakespeare makes him think about sex more than usual, or the fact that he’s scatterbrained and tired and that makes him lose his filter, but–

“God,” Nursey mumbles, mostly into Dex’s bedspread. “I’m so tense right now. I just need to suck a dick, you know?”

Dex chokes on his Red Bull and starts coughing, bending over his desk. He’s totally red, and Nursey’s not sure if it’s from what he said or the fact that he can’t breathe, but he snickers as he gets up and smacks him on the back a few times. “Jesus, Poindexter,” he laughs. “Chill.”

You chill,” Dex chokes out. “What the shit, man, you can’t just say that.”

Nursey blinks at him, all innocence, just to be a dick. He and Dex are friends now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like riling him up. “Say what?”

Dex rolls his eyes, then puts on his Derek Voice, which he usually reserves for terrible reenactments of stories where Nursey’s done something embarrassing. “‘I just need to suck a dick,’ bro? Really?”

Satisfied that Dex is breathing again, since he’s chirping, Nursey flops back onto Dex’s bed. “Hey, we’ve all got our stress relief.”

Dex’s cheeks go pink. Nursey refuses to find this attractive. “Yeah, but like…Don’t you mean, uh, have someone suck yours?”

Oh. That’s what this is about. Nursey raises an eyebrow at him pointedly. “No,” he says. “I said what I meant.”

Dex flushes redder, mutters something about how he doesn’t think that could be relaxing, and Nursey snorts, chirps him gently. They go back and forth like that a bit, Dex getting redder and redder but still asking, not dropping it, and finally, Nursey gives up. “You really wanna know?”

Dex’s throat works as he swallows, and he shrugs. “Good to know how your d-man ticks, right?”

There’s something under his words that Nursey can’t really place, and the room feels warmer than it did before, the weird tension that’s always hovered between them thicker, tighter. Nursey licks his lips and closes his book. “Yeah, okay.” He sits up, hesitating slightly as he thinks through what he wants to say. He knows how he feels when he’s going down on someone, but he’s never had to put into words to another person before.

The closest he’s ever come is putting it on paper, but even that has just been snippets of sensation, and those poems have never seen the light of day.

“I guess it’s about turning my brain off,” he says slowly, carefully. “Y’know, you’ve just got an objective that you’re going for, and you don’t have to think about it. And it’s a lot of sensation, so there’s that, too.” He smiles, thinking a little absently of his favorite parts. “Hard to think too much when your mouth is full and someone’s got their hands in your hair and–”

“Okay, I get it,” Dex says quickly, cutting him off.

Nursey grins. “What,” he teases. “C’mon, you don’t get the same thing eating pussy?”

He knows Dex has had at least one long-term girlfriend, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that he’s done oral–he hopes he has, at least, Jesus, he’s an asshole but he should at least be a gentleman in bed–but Dex flushes again. “Not exactly,” he says. “I was definitely still, uh, thinking.”

Huh. Nursey shrugs. “Maybe it’s just my thing, then.” Dex still looks uncomfortable, though, and honestly, he sort of is, too–this is more than they’ve ever talked about sex, just the two of them, and it’s sort of weird. And not just because the way Dex keeps looking at him when he talks is making him half-hard in his jeans. He’s grateful for the notebooks in his lap. He changes the subject to something safer. “I mean, it’s no Finer Arts of Maplewood Sanding, but–”

The tension breaks as Dex rolls his eyes. “I swear to God, bro–”

They manage another hour or so of work before Nursey has to give up again, too stressed and annoyed with his essay to keep trying to make his points flow together the way he wants them to. He closes his laptop and gets up. Dex asks if he wants to get dinner, but Nursey turns him gently down–he’s too jittery to eat, and he needs something to calm him down before he can do anything else. He’ll text Lardo first, see if he can get a joint off her; if not, he’ll try one of Sadie’s art friends–

“Or,” Dex blurts out, as Nursey’s halfway out the door.

Nursey stops. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns. Dex is staring at him, upright and rigid in his desk chair, looking a little bit like he’s not sure saying something was a good idea, but like he still has more to say. Nursey raises his eyebrows. “Uh,” he says. “Or what?”

Dex stares at him for another moment, deer-in-the-headlights, and then he seems to force himself to relax, leaning back in his chair, all casual. “I mean,” he says, letting his legs fall open slightly. Nursey does not let his gaze flicker down. He doesn’t. “I’ve got a dick?”

Nursey’s brain does the thought equivalent of a record scratch. He stares. His brain plays the Mac OXS startup music. Chimes. He stares. Dex looks back.

“Are you fucking with me right now,” he says finally, “or are you serious?”

“Serious?” Dex says. It sounds like he’s guessing. Nursey frowns at him, and Dex flushes, backpedaling, talking quickly. “I mean, y’know. Giving blowjobs relaxes you. Getting blowjobs relaxes me. Seems like a win-win?”

He’s rambling by the end, and all Nursey can do is keep staring at him, his mouth open slightly. He blinks a little, and swallows. “I thought you were straight,” he says.

Dex shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe,” he says, and Nursey thinks, wildly, maybe???, but then Dex gestures at Nursey, encompassing his whole body, which…what? “But I’m not fucking blind.”

And it’s Nursey’s turn to flush a little, his cheeks warming. Because he’s used to compliments, yeah, used to people looking at him, but for some reason it feels different, coming from Dex. He’s not really sure why. Not really sure he wants to think about why.

He takes a breath. “If you’re fucking with me, this is a seriously dick move, even for you,” he says. “Like, grade-A asshole move. You know that, right?”

Dex nods, raising his hands, as if in surrender. “Genuine fucking offer, I swear.”

Offer. Like he’s doing Nursey a favor, letting him suck his dick. Like it’s a nice thing to do, letting Nursey get his mouth on him, see what he tastes like, feels like, see if he flushes all the way down his body when he’s turned on–

Fuck. He’s really going to do this. Nursey schools his face to calm. “Yeah, alright,” he says easily, smiling, and closing the door properly. “Chill.”

Dex looks almost as startled as Nursey feels, and for a second, Nursey thinks he is going to pull a “just kidding!”, but he doesn’t. He lets Nursey chirp him about the fact that he and his suitemates are computer nerds who never get laid. He takes off his jeans. They talk about condoms and STIs, because assholes or not, they’re not idiots.

And then Dex is sitting down on the edge of his bed in his boxers and t-shirt, his cheeks flushed, the outline of a semi visible through the thin cotton of his underwear, his eyes fixed on Nursey. Nursey watches his throat move as he swallows. “You wanna?”

He pats the bed next to him, clearly expecting Nursey to blow him from there, and Nursey hesitates. That’s the piece of this that he didn’t mention, but that’s okay. Dex’ll figure it out soon enough.

“Nope,” he says. Nursey smiles, making sure he holds Dex’s gaze, steady and unbreaking, and, slowly, he sinks to his knees.

What I Love and Hate about the 16 Types

Sick idea of doing “Love” and “Hate” for each type, CREDIT to entj-girl! :)

ENTJ Love: SUCH EFFICIENCY, MUCH SELF-CONFIDENCE

ENTJ Hate: Remind me of human bulldozers (not always a bad thing…)

INTJ Love: Um obviously we’re the best. Like c’mon. Dignified, intelligent, strategically gifted, the works. The perfect package. *flips hair*

INTJ Hate: We are such assholes. Lol. And sometimes I wish I could stop myself from overthinking the absolute SHIT out of everything. Especially when it comes to dating.

ENTP Love: SO fun, SO energetic, SO many amazing ideas and exciting things happening! Your brain must be like a kaleidoscope. Amazing.

ENTP Hate: STOP FUUKKING DEBATING EVERY SINGLE WORD OR NOISE OR DROP OF SALIVA THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH. PLEASE.

INTP Love: I can bring up, like, anything, and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about and have already done an in-depth research report about it last week.

INTP Hate: At least try to make the handwriting semi-legible, if only so I can read your glorious work without you having to translate it for me.

ENFJ Love: You guys are amazing. You’re like the gooey stuff in a cinnamon roll; you’re ridiculously sweet and just want to hold everyone together.

ENFJ Hate: Sometimes your energy overwhelms me a bit. You might want to tone it down a notch if you see me leaning backward and blinking really fast.

INFJ Love: Mystical unicorns. Every one of you. I want more.

INFJ Hate: WHERE DO YOU HIDE??? WHERE CAN I FIND MORE???

ENFP Love: Where do I even start? You guys are amazing. You can fall in love with literally anything from pet rocks to that cashier at the supermarket who smiled at you once like five months ago, and that’s pretty inspiring.

ENFP Hate: Two things. 1. Please try not to overwhelm both yourself and me with your own emotions. Please. 2. COMMIT TO A HUMAN BEING, I feel like all the ENFPs I know love flirting too much to ever stop and I wish this could change because you’re breaking INTJs’ hearts on the daily.

INFP Love: If the world was completely made up of INFPs, I truly believe the only issue the planet would EVER have would be running out of journals to write down feelings in.

INFP Hate: You guys are far too good to let people misuse your kindness, compassion, etc. Please try to set some boundaries so you don’t get shit on by lesser beings.

ESTJ Love: Such amazing dedication. I admire your stubborn-ness–when it’s applied in the right way.

ESTJ Hate: You could oh I don’t know maybe taKE SOME SUGGESTIONS FROM OTHER PEOPLE SOMETIMES???? (This is really just me being frustrated with being shut down in class by these 2 ESTJs who think they know everything)

ISTJ Love: Surprisingly super funny when they get into goofy moods. Strong-minded.

ISTJ Hate: Break some rules once in a while. Don’t make your bed. Stay up past 9 PM. Go wild.

ESTP Love: If I was forced leave my house and go do a social activity, I would pick you crazy f*ckers. I have never met an ESTP who has backed down from a dare. Number one type to pick for doing wack-ass shit that is probably illegal and/or deadly.

ESTP Hate: Stop. Trying. To. Impress. Everyone. All the time. It’s exhausting. Also: you should really try to weigh Risk vs Benefit more often. This ESTP right here, vroom-vroom-mothafucka, attempted to leap off of a two story balcony last summer…. to go meet up with some hot motocross boy racers… at midnight… and would have done it if I hadn’t locked her inside.

ISTP Love: It’s like God gifted you with the ability to fix all sorts of shit.

ISTP Hate: Sometimes I feel like I need to inject you with adrenaline or sugar or something to get a little more, ah yes, pizazz out of you guys. Yeah, that’s what I want, an ISTP on crack. Perfect.

ESFJ Love: I truly admire the way you seem to remember the birthday of every single person on the Earth AND find the time to make fully decorated, professional bakery level cupcakes for them.

ESFJ Hate: Don’t worry so much about social status. If some basic bitch didn’t like the afore mentioned cupcakes, don’t lose sleep.

ISFJ Love: You guys seem to usually be that one friend in the squad that is sort of everyone’s mom. Responsible and gentle.

ISFJ Hate: Stop taking everything so personally. It’s totally hypocritical for an INTJ to tell you this, but I’m gonna tell you anyway: loosen up a little.

ESFP Love: Like a human form of a golden retriever. Super fun and always everywhere at once, most likely dancing and singing and wearing the newest, cutest fashion trends.

ESFP Hate: Literally calm the f**ck down sometimes.

ISFP Love: Is EVERY single one of you a gifted artist? You guys are so damn creative it’s actually irritating. Stop that.

ISFP Hate: Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll stress you out if I sneeze too loud…