hi!! sorry it wouldnt let me send more asks haha. i'll tell you the rest of what happened, but i gotta be upfront and say that i cant provide you with real "PROOF" of what happened bc i'm really, really not comfortable with sharing the pic of us since the pic+the story 10000% outs me (even if it's just on the internet. i have irl friends here.) so enjoy the story, but i totally get if you don't publish it because there's not solid proof (not that it's insider-y or really has any info to it lmao)
so i spot them (not like it was difficult ha) and i was like holy shit my time has come. im finally getting my louis+starbucks moment in the sun. so after about 30 seconds of ??????? i bucked up and went over and i was like mega shy because IT’S SO AWKWARD APPROACHING A CELEB I HAD NO IDEA. like i mean i kinda assumed it would be, but i’ve literally never done it before so i had no idea just how bad it would be…….
4. but anyways i did the whole “omg louis, i love you, i love the band, kjdhfjsdh” thing and he was very sweet and had this big old grin on his face and was acting kind of silly idk how to explain it but he was just being very jokey i guess. and then idk what powers from above gave me the clarity of mind to do this, but right when it probably should’ve been time for me to just ask for a pic and walk away, i went for it. i feel like everyone always has their “one thing”
5. they wanna say to one of the guys and ever since mitam i have always, always, always said that if i ever met any of them i would say something about end of the day. so basically i just started rambling and i was more or less just like, “i just wanted to say thank you for end of the day. i dont know if you know this and i dont know what your intentions were with the song or whatever, but just thank you
6. because there’s a very large group of us that have kind of taken it to be a song about girls that love girls and it just really means a lot since it’s such a fun, positive song. so thank you.” and it obviously came out 98539485793485 times more awkward and jumbled than that but whatever. and he wasn’t like, “omg!!! you got it!! that’s what it’s about!!!” or anything at all like that, but he just got like…very?? soft and sweet.
he stopped grinning like he had been during our entire exchange. like that big cheesy fan grin he always does idk?? and instead he just had this very soft and sweet smile and he GAVE ME THE SOFTEST HUG IN THE ENTIRE WOLRD!!!! HE HUGGED ME!!!! HE INITIATED THE HUGGGGGG!!! and it was just a very soft hug im sorry iknow ive used that word like eighty times but it’s true!!!! and during the hug i kinda turned back into fan girl mush and i was like “thank you thank you thank youuuuu”
and then he was like, “thank you, love,” and then oli took a pic of us haha. and after this two minute encounter i literally only have one thing to say: idk shit about larry or babygate or any of that bullshit. all i know is that louis tomlinson was incredibly sweet and kind and he is not the attention seeking asshole that people on my dash have been slowly making him out to be.
so yeah basically he was just sweet and kind. i really, really don’t want to be connected with this story (i got burned a while back by someone accidentally outing me on tumblr and it made for an awkward convo with the girl i kinda like…) but yes!!! it just is what it is :) i totally get it if you dont wanna publish, but it’s cool if you do. (and this is me praying to god im not in any pap pics. but oh well.)
Oh. My. God. I know I’m going to have to call this a rumor, but this is the best story!!! I hope it’s true. It sounds true and it sounds exactly like I would think something like this would happen :)
So I just told this guy I was ace and he was a bit confused, which is fine! But once I had explained it to him, he then changed everything I said and thought it was some sort of kink????
“ So that’s like a fetish right?? You want people to force it into you???”
This is when verbal diareha happened to me because I had no idea how to react to that. And then he just said he was a Dom who was looking for a sub so I should “give him a shout if I’m interested” and went on his way before I could process what I had just heard.
I don’t know how this boy got confused between “asexuality is when you don’t feel sexual attraction” to “asexuality is a fetish” ??????????
I just realized we're halfway through the season and the closest we've gotten to a 'monster' episode was the vampires Mary and Cas fought in episode 9. I know ppl were talking about the episodes being all about human monsters possibly meaning something earlier in the season, do you think that's even more likely now that the pattern's continued?
Yeah! I was just musing on this (uh, a couple of hours ago when I started watching the episode)
I do think it’s really interesting because it gives us a lot more variety on emotional stories. A randomly placed ban on monster stories by the showrunner imposes limits, and within limits, the imagination has to go in different directions :P I mean, it’s literally the box they have to think outside of? It reminds me of how werewolves weren’t written for like 6 years until Robbie rebooted them and then suddenly werewolves are a stock monster but they weirdly never ever show up in the same way they did back in Heart, even though technically that type of werewolf still exists out there :P And we never get episodes about rugarus, because again their story is so limited by their rules you can only write about basically the ground their original episode. Vampires being more human from the start meant that they were so much easier to write stories about family and other things which were relevant, while if you tried to cram a rugaru into one of those episodes, it would just not work out.
But saying “NO monsters” gives them even weirder bounds to work in. Ghosts are okay because they used to be human. Well, so did vampires, but it seems the problem is that being “monstrous” is a transformation and it turns a human into something Other, a purgatory bound soul. Meanwhile demons are more relatable. Humans can go to hell. Bobby showed humans can go to hell, walk back out and go to Heaven. Crowley and Dean have showed demons can be cured and made human. Monsters are a sort of step to the side to discuss human nature - a sort of jekyll and hyde foisting it off onto a completely different person style thing. But demons WERE human and still exist on that spectrum, so they’re “human nature”… And the angel plot is also dealing with very human things - 12x10 makes it clear that angels coming into contact with humanity sort of makes it rub off on them, or at least corrupt and change angels, and of course with the nephilim stuff, a focus on mingling with humans. In 12x07 Lucifer didn’t even want to be Lucifer. He just wanted to be Vince and wallow in human distractions. His speech at the end before he melted was a ton of complaining about human nature.
I like that this season has human villains (mostly), and human problems, and this focus on human nature. I think the lack of monsters is another little way to underline how this really is a season exploring humanity in a very different way than before.
(And idk if anyone’s read to the end of my watching notes or would want to so I’ll just round off by grabbing this bit about Dean in 12x11 after he’s killed all the witches, because I was reflecting on human nature, or, specifically, what they were exploring about Dean’s there…)
It was using Dean as a weapon. He had no idea who he was, no purpose, just these orders/suggestions and he went on instinct, couldn’t even talk, COULD fire a gun, and had enough instinct to load the gun, walk into the house, and fight the witches.
I’m reminded of 9x21: Dean in the middle of the dark decent. Goes to kill Abaddon (mirrored in the fight with Lily and Ishim last episode), and for the entire scene from the moment he comes in the door, I think until they leave the building, Dean does not speak a word. He just goes in there on instinct, charges Abaddon, and pushes through he wall-shoving to get her, all on this brutal killer instinct that Rowena has reminded Dean he had.
Dean with no sense of self was very cute and goofy, but he retained his moral code (killing monsters bad, person who kills monsters hero) and he retained his killer instinct, so stripping him right down like that, I think this was the message of what has been programmed deepest into Dean, the things that would go last when everything else about him was disappearing. And considering I’ve been working through the last few episodes of season 9 lately, I’m chilled. :S Especially that the back up plan was to throw Dean at them as a weapon
Post catws, after failing to find Bucky for about 5 months, Steve comes home from the grocery store and checks his answer phone messages while he puts stuff away. The first one is Fury informing him of another mission the day after next, the second is drunk Tony demanding he comes to the party, and a few other random ones that Steve listens to, until the sixth message, which starts with a few seconds of silence, before rapid fire Russian, Steve knows its Bucky.
Ten minutes later, Steve is playing the message for Nat, who wears a serious expression at first before she starts laughing and looking up at Steve with an odd expression. Steve is getting increasingly frustrated and demands to hear it from the start, so he plays it again and listens to the angry Russian for a few seconds before Nat pauses it.
“Direct translation?” She asks and Steve nods. “‘You fucking meatball, what were you thinking covering a grenade with your body, like you are some unlimited resource, and can be spared. What the fuck were you thinking, I leave you alone for five minutes…’ do you want me to continue?”
Basically the two minute long message is Bucky angry ranting at Steve in Russian for all the dumb shit he remembers. “’I know you stole my shirt you asshole.’” Is the last thing Nat translates before the call abruptly ends. “What shirt?” Nat asks but Steve doesn’t say anything, instead he stands up to retrieve the aforementioned shirt to show Nat, Bucky’s shirt that he stole before Bucky went to war, since it smelt like him….
“That little shit stole it back! He fucking stole it!” Steve yells as he walks out of his room, and Nat doubles over laughing.
The team has just gotten back from a mission and lance went off and did something he deemed as fine, but Shiro and the team are like totally freaking out.
Shiro: “YOU COULDVE DIED, LANCE.”
Lance: “oh, so now everyone’s yelling at me for what I could’ve done right?” And just… everyone just looks at him and idk I just had this random idea
Do u think viktor started wearing yuuri's sweats in hasetsu without rly asking yuuri? Imagine yuuri: are those my sweats you're wearing? Viktor: oh yeah sorry did you want them back? /starts taking them off. Yuuri: nO NO KEEP THEM ON (under his breath: hot damn. Blame phichit he's the one who started yuuri saying hot damn)
Victor was half awake getting ready for practice when he went to grab his sweats off the floor…forgetting that Yuuri had spent the night and Victor’s were in the wash.
2 hours in and Yuuri is no so subtle checking out his fiance when he realizes something. Victor’s sweats stop right above his ankle. Victor hates it when his pants do that. Then it hits him.
“Are those my sweats?”” “…maybe? “You must have grabbed mine off the floor.” “Do you want them back? I can change during the break. I need to run back for our lunch anyway.” And Yuuri just takes one look, smiles to himself, and says no because there is something really nice about seeing your childhood IDOL in your own sweats at 11 am in YOUR home rink while YOU’RE engaged to him.
Hi I've never done this but I seriously need some help.. so my best friend just told me that he has feelings for me(which i've had fir a long time now so i liked the idea) but then he went on to say hr wants to enjoy his teen years like not tied down to anyone and i don't get why he would tell me he had feelings only to get my hopes up now things are rly awkward and idk what to do HELP 🙃
I think he probably just wanted to get things off his chest. You probably can’t get him to change his mind, so you don’t really have to do anything. However, I would let him know how you feel and what you want from your friendship going forward.
I had a friend in HS who I loved (I didn’t tell him) but I slowly got over the feelings and we stayed friends. However, we never were more than friends which was good for us as people. It seems that what he is saying that he has the feelings for you and he needed to get that off his chest, but it would be better for him and for your friendship if you stayed just friends.
Is it possible to also get a djwifi week sometime.. (those childern don't get enough love on their own)
I actually was planning on it but I assumed that someone had already gotten to it. I just went looking for it and… it doesn’t exist yet! That is very surprising. I thought for sure someone would have created a week for them but since they haven’t yet, I suppose it’s up to me.
You got it anon. A djwifi week is coming. Don’t know when but it’ll happen
honestly like i lowkey knew disney would never give us two moc in love but i still had hope and the fact that she laughed at it was hella disrespectful like... she could have just been like "no we arent going that route" like she laughed at the idea of giving lgbt rep? fuck her
exactly! Like there are so many other things she could have done to debunk it and the one she went with was probably one of the worst. Idk why it is so hard for her and Lucasfilm/Disney to understand that they are fucking things up real bad in the representation department
I just want december so bad now I need all this bs answered!
Summary: When Jimin sees the elevator closing on tears streaming down your cheeks and takes you to an empty office to comfort you, you didn’t know things could escalate so quickly…
Request: “@bones-of-needles asked: ‘we work together in the same department but i just got fired because i was poorly evaluated by my selfishly biased boss and we make eye contact as you pass by in the hallway and the elevator doors close on tears running down my face’ au with jimin? ahaha this idea just came to me spontaneously and i thought of you so maybe you could write in your free time? idk i just really love you works <33″
A/N: a smut as an apology for not writing much for the past week lmao. i hope its good. @taehxyung ayyyee look i did this and im not even ashamed lmfao.
[warning: sexual goodness]
You were never fazed by Park Jimin. He was unlike you in every possible way; confident, composed, collected, your boss’s pet. Hell, you would’ve never spoken to him unless you had to. You and Jimin went on with your separate lives the way you always had, like ghosts who haunted the same home but never knew the other existed. It was a curious relationship, or lack thereof, as both of you had been working alongside each other for about an entire year, divided only by the frosted glass partition that stood threateningly between your desks.
You fisted your clammy palms together and took three deep inhales as an attempt to quiet your pounding heart. It rammed itself against your rib cage rhythmically, so loud that you were sure the whole building was immersed in the noise. The papers in your hands wrinkled from the pressure you placed on it, and you hurriedly tried to straighten it out before the person before you exited your boss’s office. As you picked at the corners of the folder hugged to your chest, a flash of flaming red hair materialized behind the glass walls of the room, and Park Jimin glided out leisurely with a composed grin playing at the corners of his lips.
He slid past you without a second glance, only leaving behind a cool breeze and a few notes of his citrusy cologne.
“Y/N?” a deep voice boomed from within the office, and you jogged nervously to the entrance, wobbling on your heels.
“Here.” You slipped into the square room, which reeked of expensive leather and high expectations. Your boss was scribbling on an evaluation sheet, looking quite pleased with what Jimin had just presented him. A gulp broke the silence in the room, and it took you a moment to realize that you had emitted the noise. Your boss peered up at you, and shuffled some papers around, looking for a blank evaluation sheet.
“So, Y/N, what do you have for me this time? Hopefully it’s better than the bullshit you showed me last month. What did you want to do with the commercial again? Oh yeah, make it black and white. Do we all look color blind to you?” he scoffed, and spun his fountain pen between his fingers.
“Here are my progress reports sir. And the new brainstorms are in the back.” you mumbled meekly, fingers already trembling as you relived your awful past experiences in your head.
“Let’s have a look,” he exhaled, and propped a pair of spectacles on the bridge of his nose. You posed rigidly before his wide pine desk, trying your hardest to not fidget and give away your anxiousness. “Hmmm…okay…”
The cacophony of loose pages rustling under his fingers made the hairs on your neck perk up, and you twisted your hands into knots behind your back. The office sunk into a thick silence once again.
“What is this?” your boss glared up at you after a long while.
“That…uh…is my plan for the new product line. I thought it wo-”
“No! Are you crazy?”
Your eyes increased in size, and you fisted handfuls of fabric from your clothes to keep yourself from quivering. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes as your boss picked up your business plan between two fingers, eyeing it in a manner as one would a pest, and shredded into bits.
“Y/N, what’s the problem lately? What’s with your completely outrageous ideas? You knew that the business would be too risky to carry out! We would lose tons of revenue, our market would shrink!” Dropping his forehead into his palms, he let out a long, dragged sigh before glancing up at you again. “Do you have anything else for me?”
Your lower lip trembled as you racked your mind but drew up blank. That business plan was all you had been pouring your concentration into, it was your brain child. “No, sir…”
“I’m sorry, but seeing how you’ve been performing for the past few months,” he peered exaggeratedly at the shreds of papers on his desk, “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to let you go.”
Your heart sank like an anchor into your stomach, and the tears that your had tried to desperately to contain overflowed.
You opened your mouth to protest, but your boss had already directed his attention to what seemed like Jimin’s files. A weak exhale escaped instead, and you shuffled back towards the glass doors, head completely blank yet exploding with fury and remorse.
An elated tune flew out of Jimin’s lips in a whistle, echoing off the empty hall ways as he trod to get his second cup of coffee today. It felt pleasant to be able to stretch his legs after a long day. As he strode towards the self-serve coffee machines around the corner of the building, his attention perked up at a sharp ding! accompanied by soft whimpers. He whipped around just in time to witness the elevator doors glide open to accept you into its cold, metallic space and proceed to close. Your cheeks were moist and glistened with tears, which made you run the back your hand roughly against your skin periodically. Jimin was utterly befuddled as of why you, his colleague, were sobbing in an empty elevator as opposed to going back to work. To fulfill his nagging curiosity, he jogged hurriedly towards the shutting door just in time for him to slip his hand within the shrinking slit between the two doors, and the doors opened again to allow his entrance.
You faced the shiny walls of the enclosed space, sniffles shaking your frame. No acknowledgement was made as Jimin stepped in next to you, a single eyebrow arched, intrigued.
“Hey, uh, Y/N? Are you alright?”
You peered sideways at the crimson haired man, the tears distorting your vision and making him appear unfocused. You shook your head, “No, not really.”
He shifted his body to face you, “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, not really.” you repeated. Tears continued to flow down the streaked skin of your face.
You were genuinely surprised as Jimin stretched out an arm and pressed the button for the upcoming level. Your eyes widened, but Jimin simply shrugged. “I feel like it’d be better if you talked about it. You know, just to get it off your chest.”
“Jimin, I already sai-”
Your sentence was left unspoken as you felt yourself being pulled by the wrist, your inertia giving you a small jolt as you staggered down the vacant halls behind Jimin. The door creaked open with a low whine as he led you inside a large empty office, the fluorescent lights still left on.
“Park Jimin, you’re so ridic-”
A warm finger pressed itself onto your lips as Jimin furrowed his eyebrows at you, “Shhh, just tell me what’s wrong.”
“What has gotten into you? We barely even talk at the office, what makes you think I’ll tell you anything?”
“I’m just a co-worker trying to help you, because something is clearly wrong.” The sincerity in his gaze made your knees weak, and you let a shaky breath escape before speaking.
“I just got fired. I made a business plan for the new product line and our boss didn’t like it…” The words couldn’t prevent themselves from spilling over your lips, and soon you were ranting to Jimin about every detail of the awful event today. He listened attentively, his eyes following the motions of your hands you wiped at your tears. When you were done with your story, you were hiccuping uncontrollably, but you suddenly felt lighter with all the stress and burden gone.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked quietly.
You exhaled slowly, “Yeah, much better. Thanks, it seems that I really needed that after all.”
“No problem,” he smiled, and in that moment you realized that he was actually…incredible attractive. Flaming red hair framed his forehead, parted carefully the middle to reveal his sparkling eyes. They reflected the harsh fluorescent lighting in the room, softening them to small twinkling stars in their glossy surface. You didn’t know what came into you to possess your body, but suddenly you were reaching to loop the black tie wrapped around Jimin’s neck on your finger and yanked him closer.
His eyes widened with bewilderment, but the determination in your eyes set his common sense aflame. He paused for a short moment, then gently pressed his lips against yours. You moved against him nervously, unsure what to make of your current situation. His lips were soft and supple, tasting of coffee and breath mints. The aromas blended in accord and heightened your senses, making you suddenly aware of the pooling warmth between your legs, and the grasping motions of Jimin’s hands on your thighs. He ran his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away the drying tears.
The kisses were sweet and short, but soon couldn’t suffice any longer. You let your mouth agape hungrily, and smiled as Jimin’s tongue invaded the small space. Your tongues danced feverishly, and he maneuvered you towards the large work desk that stood in a corner of the room. Your attached lips made it quite difficult to make your way through the office, but you managed to stumble upon it anyways, your butt hitting the wooden surface as he lifted you up to sit on top.
Jimin’s fingers shimmied down your body as he removed his lips from yours to attack your neck. His hot breath felt divine on your now sweaty skin, nibbling at the various sensitive spots by your ears and collarbones. He was a good multitasker, trained by years of office experience, and it proved itself useful as he unzipped your constricting skirt in one quick flick of his fingers, but mouth still glued on your skin.
You wrapped your legs around his waist easily from your seated position after he slid your bottoms off your body, then your shirt, the rising bump in his crotch accidentally brushing against your clothed core and emitting an ecstatic sigh from your swollen lips. The friction between the soft material of his trousers and your underwear was addicting, causing Jimin to continue the motion as he grinded slightly against you. He tossed his head back at the pleasuring sensation, a guttural grunt sounding at the back of his throat that made you grow even more bothered. Your arms hooked around his neck, fingers groping at his firm shoulder blades as he moved harder.
Your legs began to tremble from the sinful acts, and Jimin sensed your reactions. He abruptly halted the delightful motions, and your eyes fluttered open to shoot him an impatient glare. But calm and composed as always, Jimin gave you a sly smirk as he sank down on his knees, eyes never detaching from your lusty gaze.
He played with the edge of your panties for a few seconds, nails lightly scratching the line where fabric met skin. Then in one swift motion, your underwear was hanging by your heels, the fabric soaked with your juices and desires, and Jimin disappeared between your thighs.
The first flick of his tongue was teasing and immensely frustrating, the slick muscle barely coming in contact with your swollen clit but enough to make you thrust your hips forward for more. A high pitched moan flowed from between your lips, and it made Jimin’s pants push against his growing erection even more painfully. He ran his tongue across your slit a second time, and you leaned back onto your elbows, your head lolling back with enjoyment. He lapped against your folds several times, setting your skin on fire and activating a range in your vocal chords that you didn’t know you possessed.
Jimin pressed his lips on your clit, kissing the sensitive nerve endings and plucking chords in your body. One of your hands flew to Jimin’s hair, lost within the bright strands, and tightening as he moved on to suck the bud. A small whimper sounded in the room, causing him to be even harsher with your body. He plunged his tongue in your warmth, sliding in and out at a feverish rate, tasting you thoroughly. Your moans grew more erratic, and your walls tightened. Suddenly, he stopped.
“Y/N, you have to be quiet.” he warned quietly, the sultry texture of his voice making you want to do nothing less than scream. Jimin reappeared between your legs, his hair tousled by your grip and his white shirt rumpled. He looked heavenly, enough to make you graze your teeth over your lower lip in desire.
He laughed at your hunger a bit, eyes narrowing into curved slits. His hands reached down to his own belt, quickly undoing the buckle as you practically panted in excitement. His shirt and boxers came off next, and he was now standing before you completely exposed. Your eyes grew brighter at the sight. He swooped around you to unclasp your bra, tossing it carelessly on the floor, and grinned at you. His member brushed against your folds, and you shut your eyes at the blissful sensation, a rather loud moan falling out of your mouth. Jimin paused, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Sweetheart, you have to be quiet.” he said again, and bent down to fetch the black tie that he was wearing to ball it up in his fist. “Here, bite down on this.”
The fabric between your teeth smelled exactly like him, of lemons and citrus shampoo. He stepped between your legs again, and teased you slightly before gliding into your warmth. You teeth clenched on the tie to keep from squealing at the pleasure, and Jimin had to gnaw on his own lips to keep quiet. He slid in and out at a rapid pace, knocking into you and forcing your to move back and forth on the desk. You sat up a bit to wrap up your hands around his shoulders, nails clawing into the muscles on his back as he continued to plunge into you. Small gasps escaped his lips with every thrust, sounding like music to your ears. He buried himself in you all the way to the hilt, striking an especially pleasurable spot in you that made your nerves sing in harmony. The fabric in your mouth fell out defeatedly as you moaned aloud.
“Ah- fuck- Jimin!” Your nails dug into his back, leaving small moon shaped prints all over his skin. He felt your walls clench around his length, ready to release the flame that had built up in your abdomen. With one final thrust, he slammed into you, making your toes curl and stars exploded behind your closed eyelids. He moved several more times to help you ride out your climax, as well as coax himself to come to his high. It didn’t take long, with your tight walls contracting against him, to have him throw his head back, an erotic moan bubbling of his lips and endorphins flooding his body.
He pulled out of you, skin glistening with sweat, and looked at you with a playful smirk. You let out a weary laugh, sounding exhausted but content.
“Looks like getting fired isn’t so bad after all.”
If I had actual ideas, I wish I could go more in depth but basically for me it’s just “they’re changing it from within” lmao. My agent lost her shit and went solo after the story but she’s so programmed and trained for the empire and knows both sides are fucked (rep is better obvs) but i think in her opinion the empire is shitty bc sith are. so she’s like flipping middle fingers at sith all the time LOL
idk, i think she does want things to change deep down i just… she’s such an “aggressive” person and she believes like there’s always gonna be Shitty Things Ya Gotta Do For The Greater Good that she’s willing to be that shitty person lmao SORRY I JUST SPILLED ONTO THIS
I guess it just surprises me that more Agents don’t look at what the entire government sanctioned happen just to them- JUST TO THE AGENT, completely ignoring the Eradicators, completely ignoring everything they see and have to do that’s just plain EVIL while acting under orders, the fact that Keeper, not the Sith, KEEPER, ordered the Agent’s brainwashing??
And you can argue he had his reasons, they would have killed the Agent otherwise, blahblahblah, end of the day, he had the infrastructural resources to conceive of, approve, develop and administer a chemical drug which allowed them to control a person’s mind. That’s not the horrors the Sith create, that’s mortal men stripping a living thinking person of their most basic fucking dignity and it’s pure fucking evil.
Like… that’s not just the Sith, the Sith are awful and terrifying and powerful to boot but they’re only held in power by average people not taking a stand against them. Regular fascists are what prop them up. Banality of evil and all that.
Like, people can play whatever characters they want, my first Agent was a lot like the Agents I see; valued the greater good, only hated the Sith but beleived in the Empire… but I couldn’t get excited about that character??
So I wound up re-rolling from a Chiss who’d been raised in the Ascendancy and had that kind of secret police shit normalized for them from a young age, and instead played a Cathar who grew up reviled and treated like a second class citizen and told he was lucky he wasn’t a slave every day in his Imperial Academy training and eventually broke and had ENOUGH and fought back. That was what was fun to me.
I guess I’m just… more surprised that so many people can have fun with that?
I get exploring your dark side through fiction, lord knows I do, look at Echidna and Lycaeon, they’re terrifying, but they’re… clearly the villains of my stories??
Mreh. Dunno where I’m going with this. I don’t want to try and make it sound like I’m trying to be judgey, I’m not, people can play what and how they want it just… surprises me is all.
Mark and Y/N go to an all boys school…except Y/N isn’t a boy. Antics and confusion ensue.
Being honest, you had kind of suspected Mark’s feelings. He
gave you glances in class, small, coy smiles, and always made sure no one
insulted you by consistently hanging around nearby if not attached to you by
the hip. He was like a puppy, really. A puppy that had no idea that his friend
was not just another guy attending an all-male school, and was actually a
cross-dressing female trying her best to not be kicked out.
Now, after you were 120% sure the poor boy had a crush on
not you, but your male façade, you couldn’t feel worse. Cross that, you thought, I
feel worse right now.
Mark was dragging you by the hand, running for his dorm room
that you’ve visited so many times before. This time was different, though. He
had a nervous smile that he was biting back and his hand felt a little sweaty
from probably both sweat and nerves. You had been taken halfway across campus,
unwillingly, just so he could beat everyone to the dorm. The blonde slowed down
as you approached the light, sand colored door to his shared room.
You could practically see the anxiety rolling off him in
waves as he stood across from you, staring out the ground. It was the moment of
“I know this is sudden but I really like you-”
“I’m a girl,” You mentally cursed yourself. You could get
kicked out for this if he told anybody. Why didn’t you just reject him? He
looked up abruptly, eyebrow knit in confusion.
“I’m sorry, what?”
You took a deep breath, staring at your feet in apology, “I’m
not a guy. I was allowed to go to this school as long as no one knew I was
“But… but your chest…”
“I wear a binder,” You smiled thinly, “Sorry, I wish I could’ve
told you sooner but I would’ve been kicked out if you told anybody.”
He looked down at his feet sighing with a smile. He looked
up and strangely didn’t look as mad as you thought he would be. No remorse of
hate was in your classmates eyes, just clear realization, “So that’s why you
were always late for gym class.”
You stared at him blankly before bursting out into laughter,
“Of course that’s what you think
“Everyone was curious, okay? I do have a question, though.”
He laughed, “Does anyone else know?”
“No,” You confirmed, “Only you and the Headmaster.”
“I have another question.”
“You said you had ‘a’ question earlier.”
“Hush…” He shushed you with a finger to his mouth, “Are you
You raised an eyebrow, “Probably?”
He tilted his head and opened his mouth as if to ask what you
meant. Luckily he shut his mouth, nodding in acceptance, “Okay that’ll work…”
“What do you mean?”
Mark smiled, “Now I have someone to talk to about all the
cute guys in our grade,” He winked and wiggled his eyebrows.
“You’re nasty, Mark,” You muttered. It was good that you had
your friend back, “But Jaehyun from class 2B is pretty hot.”
“Friends?” Mark asked, holding out his fist.
You bumped it and pulled him into a bro hug, “Friends.”
How was this? This went places. I don’t even remember how I got this idea it just seems so funny to me. It’s probably super different from how the prompter intended. Also, Mark as a bestie? Goals.