Hi! Just wanna say I love, love your kabby gifs! They're all so pretty:) and I was wondering if you read any kabby fanfiction? I'm new to the fandom so I'm really hungry for some fics, but it's been hard for me to find good ones because the majority of them on ao3 are actually c***a or b******e fics (kabby as side pairing in them) so I'd really appreciate it if you could recommend me some good kabby fics! Thank you in advance!
Hey there! tysm for the compliment I don’t deserve it >3 and yes, I do read fanfic. I can’t say I’ve read every single one of them but definitely 80% of them. below are some of the fics that I like. please know that I’m not into au fics soooo if you like au you probably need to ask somebody else😂
(since I don’t know every writer’s url here I’m gonna link their ao3 account page)
and that’s pretty much it! I know there are still a lot of amazing fics but it’s impossible to find them all:( these are the ones I like the most so I hope you’re satisfied with this answer and thanks to all these amazing writers >33
Stuff that’s not fic: If you’re looking for visual stuff (art and gifsets), you can find the above community on Tumblr at @spnlittlebro. @justhurtsam is… exactly what it says on the tin.
Some author recs:
Choosing fics is hard, because a lot of authors have tons of great stuff and I can’t choose just one to rec. I can point you in the direction of talented authors, though! I can guarantee that their writing is going to be Sam appreciative and Sam centric.
Note: Most of these authors post plenty of fics, ficlets, and episode tags to their Tumblrs that don’t get posted to AO3. Most of them post a mix of gen stuff and pairing stuff. I’m also definitely forgetting some great authors!
@themegalosaurus | (ao3) - Absolutely beautiful Sam-centric writing with a generous dose of brothers feels! (Make sure to check out her fantastic episode tags on Tumblr, too!) Be aware that some fic is Wincest or J2 RPF, with other pairings showing up occasionally.
@ameliacareful | (ao3) - Lovely hurt!Sam stuff and great portrayals of the characters.
@waterbird13 | (ao3) - Posts mostly on Tumblr and contributes so much lovely fic that is basically centered around Sam getting love and being happy.
@quickreaver | (ao3) - Lots of beautiful hurt!Sam fics, and quickreaver is also an insanely talented artist (if you’re looking for some visual hurt!Sam)! Can be slightly darker stuff. Some Winces and other pairings.
stillwaters01 on AO3 - Just in case you want very brothers-focused sweet agony and heartbreak with your H/C.
Let’s be real. Basically all the writers over at ohSam, too.
So much H/C you will die (in the best way).
No, really. I always indulge in thoughts of unrestrained H/C but I never seem to be able to write it. If relentless hurt (and delicious comfort) are your thing, these writers may make your day.
Marianna Morgan on FF.Net - Suuuuuper lovely and indulgent hurt!Sam and just really idealized happy brothers fic. If caring and protective!Dean is your thing, these are lovely!
skag trendy on FF.Net - I was trying to remember names from when I was prowling Fanfiction.Net, and I remember that this writer has just tons of hurt!Sam. You know those fics where the hurt doesn’t let up and it’s just this amazingly shameless pain-fest? Yes.
These writers are Sam fans who write some great stuff. Some of it is gen, some of it is explicit. If you prefer gen-fic, be aware. If you sometimes love your hurt with more intimate comfort, check these awesome people out!
@posingasme | (ao3)- Mostly Sastiel, mostly non-explicit. Beautiful and breathtaking and heartbreaking AUs that often have generous helpings of hurt!Sam and badass!Sam.
@rosworms | (ao3)- Sam/Benny and Sastiel and also Wincest + others. Sometimes explicit.
Often heavy on the comfort. <3
Always lovely. Mostly posted on Tumblr but some can be found on the Archive, too!
@kansaskissedlips (no ao3) - Wincest and Sastiel and basically everything you could ever imagine + more. I’ll bet you didn’t know you needed hurt!Soulless!Sam. But you do. Often quite explicit fics and ficlets with some gen thrown in!
And now onto the specific fics! My fic recs are below, as well as a list (with links) of fics people have recced to me! Cut for length, and also because I plan to add more as I think of them.
Feel free to submit me your recs (or self recs!), and I’ll credit you and add them to the list below!
Sighing, you pushed your shopping trolley along
the aisle. You put all your might into nudging the trolley around the corner.
Suddenly, you heard a crash, followed by your trolley spinning out of control.
You hurried around the corner to see what you hit, only to see a man lying on
the floor, groaning in pain.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, sir! Are you alright!”
you exclaimed, reaching your arm out to help him up.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,
really. Been through worse,” he chuckled, standing up. That’s when you saw his
face, and you stepped back in shock.
“Well, I’d say so, you’re Iron Man!” you
exclaimed, only to be met by him shushing you.
Story Rating: G+ Warnings: Some suggestive content, language. Summary: As days go by, we’re gonna fill our house with happiness. The moon may cry, we’re gonna smother the blues with tenderness. When days go by there’s room for you, room for me, for gentle hearts, an opportunity. As days go by, it’s the bigger love of the family.
aka that gta ramwood shrooms fic @ryanthepowerbottomguy wanted content warning for recreational drug usage (mushrooms and mentions of pot), related hallucinations, panic attacks, and ryan being a huge naïve baby rating: mature (mentions of banging but no actual smut) on ao3 excerpt:
up?” Geoff asks conversationally. Ryan glances up, guilty without really
knowing why, a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar, and proceeds to handle
the situation with the grace and eloquence he’s so widely renowned for.
means he holds up the jar a little and blurts, “Uh…” and then sort of trails
off with an uptick of a question.
alright, here’s a secret: the big, bad Vagabond is maybe not as familiar with
drugs as one may imagine. The big, bad Vagabond’s strongest partaking during
most months is Tylenol. Usually, if he has a question about drugs, he asks Ray.
so Ryan is used to Ray’s exasperated
I-am-not-your-walking-Urban-Dictionary-you-narc look, not Geoff’s curious,
amused expression as he glances at the jar and fixes Ryan with a raised eyebrow
and a grin.
Geoff says, and then, when Ryan just stares at him, adds, “mushrooms” like he’s
talking to a child.
know that,” Ryan says, maybe flushing
a bit, because he does, he’s not that naïve, alright, he’s not blind
and the mushrooms are dried but whole and—and very clearly mushrooms, okay, so he wasn’t asking what they were.
thinks maybe he was asking something more along the lines of Why do you have these in your closet?
Who’s more dominant: LOL, Yoongi likes to think it’s him, but in truth he is a soft bitch in love and Hoseok owns his ass.
Who’s the cuddler: Hoseok loves cuddling and touching, and he just needs a lot of reassurance, okay?? And Yoongi needs it too, as much as he would deny it.
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Hoseok is usually the little spoon. He likes having his hair stroked as they fall asleep. They both like to sleep curled up though, so eventually they wind up back to back both curled in their respective balls.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: They’re pretty lowkey together. Their favorite way to hang out on the weekends is heading to a cafe in the morning, grabbing Americanos and sitting next to each other on the bench seating while they sip and share a chocolate croissant. Afterwards, they usually go to the park and hang out for a few hours in the sunshine on the grass, watching the street performers.
Who uses all the hot water: Neither one of them does when they shower, but filling up the tub for Yoongi’s baths empties the tank.
Most trivial thing they fight over: Each other’s looks. They both have self-confidence issues. Yoongi worries he’s too skinny and doesn’t understand how Hoseok can like his body. Hoseok is really self-critical about the fact that he can’t put on muscle/be obviously toned. To compensate, they ladle the praises on each other, and have to deal with each other’s refutations.
Who does most of the cleaning: Hoseok does it without even thinking about it. He is Grade A neurotic about it.
Who has a season pass on their DVR/Who controls the Netflix queue: Hoseok controls the Netflix queue because he can’t stand some of the horror movie shit that Yoongi’s into.
Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Yoongi is really good at that sort of practical side of caretaking.
Who leaves their stuff around: While neither one of them is really a slob, Yoongi has a tendency to stumble in half-dead on his feet, and then he just drops his clothes wherever and crawls into bed.
Who remembers to buy the milk: They both do because they do this weird thing called communicating where if they notice the milk is empty and the other person is out of the house, they ask their s.o. to stop and get some. It works well. They’re thinking of patenting it and marketing it to other couples. Yoongi thinks they’d make a “butt load” of cash.
Who remembers anniversaries: Both of them do because they are saps.
Who cooks normally: It depends. They’re both adequate in the kitchen; not great, not Namjoon-levels of bad either. Yoongi usually cooks the meat, and is an expert at following the directions on the backs of boxes. Hoseok is better with vegetables and side dishes, although his experiments sometimes go awry. They try to eat at Jin-hyung’s a lot to get that fancy food experience.
How often do they fight: When Yoongi’s got a deadline looming and has been spending a lot of time at the studio, things get tense. Hoseok is usually good at balancing him out, but if he’s feeling the pressure at the dance studio too, things are likely to get explosive. They have 3-4 blowouts a year.
What do they do when they’re away from each other: Yoongi and Hoseok aren’t very clingy. They mostly go about their days unless there’s a practical reason for contacting each other: pick up milk on the way home, wanna meet for dinner instead of cooking? That sort of thing.
Nicknames for each other: Seok-ah, Seokseok-ah, Hobi, Handsome, Beautiful, Sunshine… Yoongi is a soft bitch in love, okay?? He uses a lot of pet names in private. Hoseok is a little more conscious of the age gap between them, so he’s less likely to use nicknames. His favorites are as follows: Yoongi-ah, Yoongles, Babe, Gorgeous, Beautiful… He calls Yoongi “babycakes” when he wants to get his ass spanked.
Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Yoongi. It’s the age gap. He feels responsible.
Who steals the covers at night: Hoseok.
What would they get each other for gifts: Yoongi gets a boner from all that tech stuff, so Hoseok loads him up with gadgets. He jokes that Yoongi’s theme song is that “I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty” one from Little Mermaid. Yoongi sometimes buys Hoseok toys or figurines, but lately Hoseok’s been into fashion and accessories, so it’s been a lot of that stuff.
Who kissed who first: Hoseok.
Who made the first move: Hoseok.
Who remembers things: They both do. It’s very cute.
Who started the relationship: Hoseok; it was a couple months after meeting. Both working in the music industry, dancers and production staff occasionally cross paths. Okay, actually it was all Namjoon’s fault. Hoseok was looking for new tracks to use in his routines, and Namjoon recommended his friend, Yoongi’s Soundcloud. Hoseok was a bit of a fanboy when he finally was introduced to Yoongi, but he was surprised by how quickly the fiercely rapping Agust D could turn into a blushing, giggling, gummy-smiled sweetheart offstage. They clicked immediately. One night, Yoongi stopped by the dance studio because Hoseok wanted to show him the routine he was choreographing to one of Yoongi’s tracks. After, wiping the sweat from his collarbones with a hand towel, Hoseok caught Yoongi staring. Quelling his nerves, Hoseok licked the sweat from his upper lip, and went in for a simple kiss. Yoongi let out the tiniest gasp, grasped his wrist, and tugged him closer for another. From that point on, it was as easy as breathing.
Who cusses more: They are both foul-mouthed fucks.
What would they do if the other one was hurt: Hoseok occasionally gets injured. It’s just part of the life of a dancer. Yoongi’s learned not to overreact to it, and when he needs to step in if it’s out of the ordinary. Then he’s efficient. Most of the time, Hoseok takes care of himself just fine. When Yoongi’s hurt, it’s a different story. First, it should be noted that Yoongi is a big baby. He whines and complains so much when he’s sick or injured. This brings out the Mother Hen in Hoseok. It’s not unusual for him to take the day off and spend it taking care of Yoongi at home, making sure he’s available at Yoongi’s beck and call. They both feel better that way though.
Who is the dirty talker: Yoongi spits some filth on the mic, but in bed Hoseok is the dirty talker. A++ X-rated shit. Yoongi thinks it’s a necessary skill he developed, because when he goes on the road, they have little choice but to satisfy themselves with phone sex and Skyping, and Yoongi gets so tongue-tied when he’s turned on that he’s all but useless in that regard.
A head canon: The phone rings at a little after five in the morning. Yoongi groans, fumbles a hand out from beneath the covers–he’s always cold when he sleeps alone now, and huddles under the blankets like he’s hibernating–patting on top of the side table until he touches the cool, plastic backing of his phone case. Unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth, he grunts into the receiver, “Yeah?” “Heyyy, beautiful,” Hoseok’s voice comes, low and sweet, and something in Yoongi’s gut immediately begins to unfurl, a tendril of warmth reaching for the sun. “Sorry to wake you. I know it’s late.” “Early,” Yoongi corrects, but yes, it was. “Thought you were calling hours ago,” he grumbles. “Sorry, babe. I’m sorry. You know how it is. Take down, after party, schmoozefest; I just got back to my hotel room.” Hoseok sounds tired, his voice a little rough like he’s been drinking or smoking; they quit together last year though, so Yoongi hopes he hasn’t picked it back up again. “Mm,” Yoongi hums beneath the blankets, “Miss you. Cold.” “Turn up the thermostat,” Hoseok suggests gently, and Yoongi knows that’s the logical thing to do but he’s a stubborn fuck. “Not the same,” he says, “You know it’s not.” His boyfriend’s soft laughter does things to him, flipping his gut. Yoongi slides a hand beneath his pajama top, feeling the soft skin of his lower belly, the place that houses all his butterflies and warmth and Hoseok-induced churning. He sighs as he pets himself. “What are you doing?” he asks instead of the cliched question he wants to. Luckily Hoseok understands what he means. “Hmm,” he breathes consideringly, “Taking off my shirt a button at a time, that black silk Oxford you got me for Christmas.” “Oh,” Yoongi replies, licking his lips as they part like he can’t quite get enough oxygen, fingertips sliding beneath his waistband. “I like that one,” he says, breath stuttering as he scratches his blunt nails just beneath his belly button, “’s soft.” “You’re soft,” Hoseok retorts automatically. “Mmnot,” Yoongi slurs in response. “No?” Hoseok asks, whisper-quiet, “You hard for me, gorgeous? Wanna play?” “Yes,” Yoongi hisses. He nearly mewls when Hoseok says, “Then touch yourself for me. Wrap your hand around your pretty cock and give it a pull. Just one though; don’t be greedy.” It’s with a sense of relief that Yoongi slides his hand down further, that he lets the cocooned warmth of the blankets and Hoseok’s dreamlike voice take him away. He pants and squirms to Hoseok’s explicit instructions, his detailed fantasies about all the ways he’d take Yoongi if only he wasn’t a hemisphere away, and comes with Hoseok on his mind, in his heart, the sound of his partner’s satisfied moan reverberating in his ear. “I miss you,” he repeats afterward, the come not even cooling yet. “I miss you too, beautiful,” Hoseok sighs as he gets ready for bed. “Remember to turn up the thermostat,” he adds, and Yoongi grins stupidly because god, he just loves it.
Summary: Life isn’t easy when the future looks bleak. Arthur isn’t sure how he’s supposed to progress through high school. The trials and tribulations that stand before him seem immense. But maybe he doesn’t have to do it all alone? Maybe being an omega isn’t the end of the world.
Wow! They are all so interesting! Did you create the idea by yourself or did you pull from mythology and mix it with your ideas? Do you have any tips for those just starting to make OCs?
Anonymous asked: hey uh I love your art and ocs (i really like their colours and such.) I want to get into the whole ‘making ocs’ thing but I’m not that confident in them? Is there a process you go through when you make yours or do you just kind of go for it. I’m sure this sounds silly, but I feel a bit stumped.
((I saw this in my drafts and nearly screamed because I hadn’t published it yet. I’m going to go ahead and do that now pairing it with an anon ask I received yesterday. I am SO UTTERLY SORRY. ))
Under this cut there are a few tips to get started! As well as an example of how a few of my characters have grown. I’m no expert and if you guys don’t find this helpful I encourage to go out and look into it more!
That year, Rakuzan had clashed with Seirin earlier on in the Winter Cup.
Unlike the previous year, both schools were within the same block and they had faced off in their third round. It was a fierce battle, much like it was last year, but with the disappearance of Mayuzumi Seirin was evidently better off. Kiyoshi had came back from America right before their second round, his knee completely healed and fully geared to play. He remained as airheaded as he had the year before, but his eyes shone with determine and the strong urge to win.
oh man if you ever want to make me emotional just talk to me about all the possible ways ray and michael can realize their feelings/get together
like listen i am such a sucker for a slow, gentle, inevitable, rolling glide from friends to More without quite knowing where or when one label ends and the next begins, how every lingering touch and fond smile feels normal, feels natural, feels obvious, so one day they’re kissing between one stupid joke and the next and it’s effortless, all of it is effortless
but then maybe there’s a version where everything’s fine and normal and they’re friends and just friends and that’s it and that’s great—but then michael sees someone flirting with ray and this horrible, unprecedented flare of jealousy and possessiveness nearly knocks him back on his ass
and it’s like “well this is new and unexpected and confusing and very gay” and then there’s lots of unrequited pining that turns out to be mutual pining because ray’s been gone for michael since, like, forever and it’s very cliched and very ridiculous and VERY SATISFYING when they finally get together
or so ray admits that he thinks about kissing michael a lot, but “i mean, he’s my best friend, everybody thinks that kind of shit about their best friends” and gavin is like no?? they do not??? and then a few weeks later michael’s drunk and confesses that he kind of wants to hook up with ray “once. or a few times. to see what it’s like. but, whatever, people have gay thoughts about their friends, that’s a thing, probably,” and gavin is like no???? it is not????? and they’re oblivious and ridiculous
and then there’s the version where they’re playing video games and, well, michael’s been thinking for a while, and so he goes “dude” and ray goes “dude?” and michael says “you, uh, wanna go to dinner tonight?”
and ray looks over at him for a few seconds, searching his face, and then breaks into a grin and says, “yeah.” and michael goes “okay, cool” and tries to pretend something warm and satisfied isn’t humming in his chest, and he nudges ray’s knee with his own as they go back to the game, and they both kind of smile like idiots for a while.
Luke Imagine - 'You put your arms around me and I'm home.'
Requested : Yes!
Words : 1, 266
Authors note : This one was fun to write because I just really love the thought sleepy/cuddly Luke, so I really hope you guys like this! Sorry the titles so long, I couldn’t think of anything else *sigh*
When you woke up to the feeling of warm arms around your waist, his chest pressed to your back as you were both covered by a ginormous, fluffy comforter, you couldn’t help but smile in pure bliss. This was a feeling that you would have no problem waking up too each morning for the rest of your life.
You slowly turned to face towards him, his face seeming to be even more angelic as he slept. When you moved in his arms, he stirred in his sleep a bit, and you held your breath, hoping you didn’t wake him up. He tossed some more, his arms tightening themselves around your waist and pulling you closer to him before he stopped moving, and you watched as a smiled formed on his lips, even in his sleep.
You laughed as you just watched him, the beauty that you found in each and every one of his features still shocking you, even though you’ve woken up to them every day for the last nine months. It was a year ago that you and Luke began dating, and it was three months into your relationship that he asked you to move in with him. You were more than glad to say yes, and you spent that week moving your stuff over to his house and getting it set up there.
You were too deep in thought to notice the bright blue eyes slowly opening to look at you. Luke could tell that you weren’t paying any attention to him as soon as he saw you, and he smiled to himself.
“Good Morning, beautiful.” His morning voice was one of your favorite sounds. You loved how raspy it got, and how it was so much deeper than it was when he was singing or when he was wide awake.
“Why hello there!” You giggle as he wraps his arms tighter around you, burying his face into your neck while he pulled you closer to him.
“Hmm… you smell good.” He chuckles, a deep sound coming from his chest.
“What?” You laugh, finding his still half way asleep talk amusing. “How do I smell good when I’ve just woken up?"
"You smell like you. Not perfume or body wash, just… you. I love it.” He hums into your ear, a lazy smirk playing on his lips before he brings them down to yours
“I didn’t know I had a smell…” You mumble against his lips, a smile on both of your faces as you continue to place pecks on one anothers lips, never lasting for more than a second. You did this many times before you pulled away, making Luke groan unapprovingly.
“Why don’t you love meeeeee.” He dragged out the last word as he rolled over onto his stomach, pushing his face into his pillows.
“I do you big goof, but we got to start the day. It’s nearly one in the afternoon and you have to rehearse some with the boys today!” You smile down at you boyfriend, who was too busy pouting to notice it.
“But I don’t wanna!” He whined, his voice muffled by the pillows.
“Well that’s too bad now, isn’t it.” You laugh at his child-like act, leaning down wrap your arms around his bare torso.
“No, you don’t get any cuddles.” He tries to swat your hand away, which doesn’t work so well when he can’t see. He ends up hitting mostly himself or the air, groaning every time he did so.
“Is Lukey throwing a fit?” You coo, leaning up to kiss the exposed part of his shoulder, and he peaks over at you. You raise an eyebrow in return, making him quickly hide his face away again.
“Yes, I am. You don’t want to kiss me, so I won’t give you cuddles.” Luke was always a persistent one, and you knew that this could go on for a while.
You sigh, lifting his arm and slipping yourself under it, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, trying to get him to look over at you. You tilted your head when it didn’t work, since you knew that he was aware of your presence, and kissed his cheek once.
He finally peaked over at you, revealing only one sky blue eye before shaking his head and hiding again.
It was your turn to groan this time, as your head fell into the pillows. This boy could be a pain sometimes.
Knowing you had to take more action for him to acknowledge you, you took his face in your hands, lifting him from the pillow to face you completely. You cupped his cheeks, making him make a kissy face before you brought your lips to his. You released his face and pulled away, only to be pulled back into his chest, kisses being smothered all over your face.
You became a giggling wreck, since Luke wouldn’t let you go if it was the last thing he did, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other holding your head in place while he kissed every spot available on your face.
“L-Luke, stop, it tickles!” You choke out, your breathing coming out quick and rapid.
“N-o-pe.” Between each syllable he would kiss you again, making you laugh even harder.
“S-Stop it!" You try to bring your hands up to cover your face, but he catches them in his own, holding onto them and coming down to kiss you on the lips, serious this time.
You soon melt into the kiss, all rejections you had against it fading into nothing as his warm lips were against yours.
He pulls away, a wide and satisfied smile on the lips that were previously against your own.
"I hate you.” You blush, making him laugh a bit before coming down to kiss your nose.
“You love me.” He lays back again, his arms behind his head as he watched you with an amused smirk.
You gasp, covering your mouth before playfully rolling your eyes.
“In your dreams, Hemmings.” You go to stand, but before your feet even touch the ground, a pair of strong arms are around your waist, pulling you back so that you're sat in his lap.
“Don’t leave me, please.” His forehead was rested against your back, his voice low in plea for you to stay in bed with him. “Please…”
You sigh, turning in his arms, making his head raise from your back and look at you, a pout on the lips you loved so much.
“Fine, only because I love you, though.” You watched a mischievous smile grow on his face as his arms tighten around your waist.
“I thought you hated me?” He smirks, and you instantly blush, hitting his chest lightly.
“Shut up.” You leave your hand against his bare chest, feeling it rumble below your fingers when he chuckled at your reaction.
“I love you so much, babe.” He coos, his voice as smooth as silk, pulling you in like a drug.
“I love you too, dork.” You looked back at him, "but we can’t stay in bed for much longer, you do have rehearsals.“ You manage to get out before he brings his lips to yours again, laying the two of you back against the bed.
"I’d much rather stay in bed with you all day.” He smiles, before pulling your back to his chest, laying his head to rest in your neck. You sighed, a content smile forming on your lips. His arms were your favorite place to be because they felt just like home, and that’s exactly what they were.
Authors note : Anddd I’m crying bc goals. I’m sorry if this is bad, I hope you guys like it! Feed back is always awesome *heart eye emoji*
So I live in california and my boyfriend has a thing for shower sex but bc the drought we stopped bc it takes longer than regular showers and I don't want to waste water. He gets whiney about it so yesterday he took me outside and we were kissing when he says "Wait a sec" and suddenly POORS A BUCKET OF WATER ON THE TWO OF US and I'm like WTF WHY and he says "I... I thought it might be sexy" and I say "Well was it? Are you satisfied?" And he says "Well... ya, kinda?" and fun eremika au maybe?
Lmao I love this cause I can so see Eren doing something like that. Thank you for sharing! :3
“Eren,” Mikasa chuckled trying to push his face away from
pressing kisses to her neck. “Knock it off, I have to go shower.”
“I know,” he murmured from his spot behind her, arms around
her waist keeping her back pressed to his chest. “I’ll come with you.”
“If I let you in there with me,” Mikasa said, her eyes
fluttering shut. “There won’t be much bathing.”
“So?” He dropped his hands to her hips, tugging her back
“So,” she said as she turned around in his arms. They had been
together for years but Mikasa still had a hard time resist him; especially when
he was looking at her with that boyish grin on her lips. “Have you forgotten we’re
going through a drought right now? We can’t just waste water like that.”
Eren rested his hands on her lower back. “My parents won’t
care. They probably would never notice.”
I'm reminded why I stopped reading your blog. You vilify Riley like CRAZY. Oh no, she ran to check if Lucas was okay. OH. NO. Where was Maya? Was she too proud to run and check to see if he's okay? Please respond.
No one is “vilifying Riley” for this. ANYONE could’ve done what she did there and it would bug me. You do not shake and flip someone who could have a fractured neck or a spinal injury. I don’t dislike it because I’m “vilifying Riley, I dislike it because it breaks the spell of my willing suspension of disbelief. It’s a HUGE HUGE HUGE medical no-no for a non-professional to flip and flop and move someone who has been tossed through the air like that. (You’d think that would be common knowledge, but apparently not…)
And did you miss the part where I said “Yeah, man…it could be anyone: Riley, Pappy Joe, Maya, Zay, whoever.” Or what?
But since you wanna have the Riley & Maya in Texas 1 conversation:
Where was Maya? Way out the other end of whatever park they filmed at, because she tried to prevent this whole stupid thing from happening in the first place. All she cared about was Lucas being okay. She didn’t give a CRAP about “pride.” That’s why she basically outed herself and walked away in the first place.
It’s lovely that Riley ran to check on Lucas and all, but she was a big part of the reason he nearly got hurt. She’s lucky he was okay, because she is partially responsible for him nearly getting seriously injured to begin with! I doubt Lucas would have been falling all over himself to thank Riley and single her out if he’d been carried off on a stretcher like Eddie Callaway.
And that’s not “vilifying” Riley…it’s literally DESCRIBING WHAT HAPPENED. Lucas probably wouldn’t have gotten on that bull if it hadn’t been for Riley, the locals, and Pappy Joe dragging him down and calling him a “disgrace” until he believed he had no choice. Yeah, yeah, Riley eventually “built him up” with the silly “hero” crap, but the thing is?
There is nothing especially “heroic” about riding a bull (unless said bull was charging into a crowd of people and you’re stopping it, I guess) and there is nothing “disgraceful” about falling off a sheep as a kid to begin with. There was no GOOD reason for Lucas to have been in that kind of danger to begin with. (And one way the writers show us that is by having Lucas take a knee with Timmy, assuring him that it’s OKAY he fell off Judy.)
Lucas wasn’t a “hero” in Texas. He was a stupid kid who pulled a life threatening stunt because everyone around him (except Maya) acted like he was a disgrace for falling off of a sheep as a kid. These people seriously acted like an eighth grade boy needed to “prove” himself by risking his life & limb over a ridiculous REPUTATION issue. Riding the bull wasn’t Lucas’s idea in the first place, at no point did he ever say he WANTED to do it, and in fact he was wavering on the matter right up until the bit in the refreshment tent when everyone started dragging him.
Hell, Lucas doesn’t even keep the stupid trophy for himself, because he wasn’t truly riding that bull for himself. He was riding Tombstone to satisfy other people. (A very Riley-like thing to do, come to think of it.) He succeeds, which makes him happy and all (Lucas “Mr. Perfect” Friar usually tries to be the guy who does what people want him to do, lbr) but really: there was no GOOD reason for him to have ridden that bull to begin with.
A lot of people WILLFULLY ignore that Riley was one of the people who helped drag Lucas DOWN, calling him a “disgrace” along with the locals until he believed he had no choice but to pull a life-risking stunt. Riley thought it mattered because other people thought it mattered. Lucas was totally oscillating on whether he was going to go through with it or not. His decision to go ahead was ultimately based on being shamed and dragged by the locals, Riley, and his own grandfather. Lucas usually listens to Maya, but she couldn’t compete with the combo of Pappy Joe, the locals, AND Riley dragging him—especially since Maya wasn’t in a position to be completely honest in her appeal.
Call that “vilifying” Riley all you want, but again: I’m just describing what happened. Riley called Lucas a “disgrace” along with the locals, which was a big part of the reason he stopped wavering and said he HAD to ride the stupid bull. THEN she went on about him being a “hero.” And even with all that said, if Riley had been smart enough to catch on to the danger as early as Maya did, I honestly don’t think she would have wanted Lucas on that bull either. Although then again she thinks Lucas wanting to be a vet is the magical spell that solves all problems when it comes to Lucas:
Turns out Lucas IS a guy who can and will throw down by the lockers? It’s okay, he’s gonna be a vet!
You’ve pushed Lucas into climbing onto the back of a bull that you only just NOW realized could very well kill him? It’s okay! He’s gonna be a vet!
Riley’s naïveté and her idealization of Lucas (he can totally ride this killer bull just because he says so? come on, Riley!) helped create a situation where she pushed the boy she’s allegedly “in love with” to risk his life over nothing but a reputation issue that had no good reason to be an issue in the first place.
Even with all that, I don’t think Riley is “bad” for what happened in Texas. It makes complete and total sense for her character. Just like her father (and to a slightly lesser extent her mother), she often gets an idea into her head and then she pushes and pushes and pushes to make things go the way she wants them to go or thinks they ought to go, regardless of what that means for other people. Sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes it’s a bad thing. In Texas, the crack idea was that Lucas needed to risk his life to prove to a bunch of yokels that he wasn’t a disgrace. Riley thinks she’s helping to fix something and that this is a reasonable way to fix it. She’s very VERY well-meaning, but totally misguided (again, she’s like her father). I don’t think Riley is a “villain” for this any more than Cory was when he did this kind of thing. She’s not malicious. She’s just a “kidiot” who gets convinced that she knows what’s best for everyone and then she pushes and pushes…just like her father. Anyone who actually VILIFIES Riley for that might as well hate Cory too.
Anyway…if Riley loved Lucas, I mean REALLY loved him…she would’ve reacted with at least as much disgust as Maya did at the notion that Lucas was actually a “disgrace” for falling off a sheep as a little boy in the first place.
In THIS fictional universe, it’s a an established “rule” that real, true love involves protecting your beloved from harm vs valuing potential prestige or glory over their safety. (Again, BMW 6x19 ‘Bee True’).
That’s what happened in Texas. And if you still think the difference between how the girls acted in Texas 1 doesn’t matter in terms of how they actually FEEL deep down…mmm, let’s just say it comes up in S3.
I’m always seeing Riley-stans whining about Cory telling Riley he wasn’t proud of her when she went off into commie land, as if he is downright emotionally abusive for expressing disappointment in his daughter acting foolish. But at least Cory didn’t need Riley to RISK HER LIFE to earn his pride back. And at least Riley was *actually* being ridiculous and wrong in the present, as opposed to Lucas, who was being shamed for falling off a sheep. As a little boy. Y'all FREAK THE HELL OUT over Cory not being proud of Riley when she’s acting like a fool…but you’re totally on board with Lucas needing to “earn” Pappy Joe’s pride and love by risking his life and limb on the back of a stupid bull? All because he fell off a sheep as a little boy? Come on now.)