This is an old, very frustrating argument for Gruvia fans that shouldn’t even exist anymore. This post also shouldn’t exist because I am refuting something Juvia didn’t actually do, but this is what it’s come down to, sadly. The bottom line is that Juvia can not redeem herself for an issue that Mashima-sensei, the author, doesn’t believe exists (aka the non-existent stalking).
I. The amount of times Juvia watched Gray and why
Juvia did not stalk Gray EVER, but she did hang in the background. He and the guild had been the enemy. If she had walked right up to Gray and his friends, there would have been a backlash. It’s natural that she was afraid because of the damage she helped inflict. Despite this, she formed an affinity to Gray and Fairy Tail which she carefully approached to the best of her ability.
As it also shows in her memories, Juvia had a well-established history of being shunned because of her rain which further led to her tentative approach. Additionally, given the rejection and shunning of the past, Juvia lacked the developmental opportunity to refine social engagement. There was no malicious intent in her actions. She was afraid of being rejected again, so she kept her distance.
And in fact, Juvia and Gajeel’s presence in Fairy Tail DID cause a backlash. Laxus and the Raijinshuu did get angry when they found out two former Phantom Lord members who had attacked the guild were allowed to join.
Yet, both Juvia and Gajeel made up for their former transgressions already against the specific members they had targeted by protecting them. Juvia protected Gray from Simon, and Gajeel protected Levy from Laxus. That was supposed to be their redemption…IT WAS THEIR REDEMPTION. As stated in the first paragraph, in bold this time: Juvia can not redeem herself for an issue that Mashima-sensei, the author, doesn’t believe exists (aka the non-existent stalking).
Ultimately, Juvia did approach Gray when he was by himself to ask what he thought about her joining Fairy Tail. This was their first direct meeting after they met in Chapter 56. Indirect encounters include chapter 67 where she observed from afar and delivered a bento and chapter 75 where we see her watching Gray and the rest of team Natsu at the resort.
It was at this point that Juvia approached Gray properly when she finally caught him alone, and they went to get drinks together. It’s supported by the manga that Juvia joining Fairy Tail would have caused a backlash, as even Gray was wary of her joining because of the things that they did, but he personally did not mind her joining. Juvia then spent the rest of the arc openly helping Gray and his friends in the Tower Of Heaven.
At the end of the arc, when Erza asked after Juvia, Gray was the one who knew her name, and where she had gone. Once team Natsu returned to FT, Juvia became a member, and Gray was quite happy about it. After chapter 75 Juvia has never in the manga followed Gray without his knowledge again until chapter 416, where she came to apologize for what happened to Gray’s father.
When Gray seemed dismayed that Juvia had followed him to his parents grave, she immediately apologized.
In fact, Juvia has apologized a few times within the series when she thought she upset Gray, including in 413 Days when she apologized for fearing that she ruined Gray’s day of mourning. But, in fact, Gray ended up also apologizing to her, because he thought it was his fault. He profusely apologized to her in chapter 416 as well while sobbing in her arms.
II. Gray’s feelings
If Gray was so uncomfortable and disliked Juvia’s presence, the above scene would not have happened. He appreciates and is grateful for Juvia always being next to him, which by default completely annihilates the claim that he is disgusted by her. This is obvious because we see the change in their relationship throughout the course of the manga, on panel. I repeat, Gray likes the fact that Juvia is always by his side and wants her there.
Furthermore, Juvia’s comedic advances and Gray’s reactions (which have actually become softer/changed) are exaggerated on purpose. Japanese love this type of humor use in their mangas. It’s meant to be lighthearted, not give off an awful message regarding a pairing. As with many shounen, panel space is often limited for character interactions, so “dramatic” presentations are necessary for conveying points. Mashima-sensei has only ever portrayed Juvia’s love as a positive thing for both characters. Her love for Gray has saved not just Gray’s life, but also the lives of others on multiple occasions.
While it’s true Mashima-sensei loves using Juvia for comic relief from time to time, it’s important to not let the jokes outweigh the serious moments. In reality, we are not supposed to put so much stock into comedy. Adding to the fact that Juvia’s fight with Meredy proved her love for Gray to be genuine, there’s another factor some people seem to miss.
In the final chapter of the Tartarus arc, Juvia was about to give up on her love for Gray because she believed she did not have the right to love him anymore. She truly thought it was for his sake, and was prepared to be hated by Gray forever. An obsessive person or crazy stalker would never do this. But Juvia did, expecting this would ruin any chance she had with Gray, and was positive she would be loathed. However she knew confessing what she did was the right thing to do and came clean. Here, Mashima-sensei is showing the difference between an unhealthy obsessed individual and someone who’s love is selfless as they put the other person’s feelings above their own. Above all, Gray didn’t let Juvia give up on him. He embraced her, thanked her, and cried in her arms.
Chapter 499 speaks for itself, so I really don’t see the need to touch upon it other than the fact that the Japanese raw text confirms that Gray does see Juvia as more than a friend, aka, a love interest. As if his actions in the chapter and prior to weren’t enough. Double suicide in Japan is one of the most romantic acts of love based on samurai history.
III. The definition of a stalker
a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.
a person who harasses another person, as a former lover, a famous person, etc., in an aggressive, often threatening and illegal manner.
Neither of the above definitions describes Juvia’s character. Juvia would be the last person in the world to harass or threaten Gray in any way. The two times she watched him were harmless and there were justified reasons behind them. Back to the definition; Juvia doesn’t need to do any of these things, because she is Gray’s friend, and at this point, so much more than that. She’s a partner, they go on missions together, socialize together, and have even lived together.
Real cases for stalking often involve the stalker having control over their victim, sometimes employing fear in a desperate attempt to maintain control, which Juvia has NEVER done. Admiring someone from afar is not the same as stalking them, especially when you don’t have the courage to talk to them. That’s why Juvia quickly threw the bento in Gray’s hands without trying to be noticed. She wanted to do nice things for him, but couldn’t do them directly out of nervousness. That’s not what stalkers do. And of course, as stated above, Juvia was about to give up on Gray. Stalkers aren’t willing to give up their ties with the person.
Juvia does not need to “stalk” Gray. She stands proudly by his side with no reluctance from him.
And even more importantly Gray has never expressed any adversity to Juvia’s presence. If anything, he has expressed the opposite. Gray of his own accord hangs around her. And Gray had mentioned once in 338 that he would say no to the things he dislikes from then on. Yet he had never said no before, nor after that statement. In fact, he contradicted his own statement later on by eating the bread Juvia offered him, and holding her hand in comfort during the Tartarus arc.
We also have to keep in mind Gray falls under the tsundere character trope, which means his actions often contradict his words, and as stated above, his adverse reactions are often played off comedically, because he is not being honest about his actual feelings. Juvia’s earnest feelings towards Gray usually cause the cool and collected character to lose his composure. That’s the joke.
Juvia is often labeled a stalker while we look past Gajeel crucifying Levy or Jellal trying to murder Erza. All of these things occurred at the beginning, but have ceased to be current habits. That’s character development. It’s one thing to not like a ship because of the dynamic. But it’s a double standard to hail the development of one ship and ignore another. People simply cannot move passed Juvia’s first impression, and that is sad.
Every pairing has its shtick, such as Natsu touching Lucy inappropriately and breaking into her house, and Levy hitting Gajeel often. Humor is completely subjective, that’s true, however it’s obvious what Mashima-sensei intends to fall under the umbrella of humor, and that absolutely includes Juvia’s antics and Gray’s reactions to them. Saying they aren’t meant to be funny is just being purposely oblivious and contrary. You don’t have to think it’s funny to know it’s meant as a joke. Gruvia gets condemned by the fandom the most when it comes to their particular aspect of humor, and that is unfair.
This is a fictional world, they are fictional characters, and they do not have to meet real life standards. Many of the characters within Fairy Tail have quirks or perform actions that are not acceptable in reality. Fairy Tail itself is a fantasy manga. The world and the characters are exaggerated for the purpose of drama and comedy. This fantasy world is also based on Japanese humor and storytelling conventions, and ignoring this fact can lead to misunderstanding characters.
Juvia has not watched Gray from a distance without his knowledge since before she joined Fairy Tail. That was at least 8-9 years ago in both our timeline and the manga time line (counting the 7 year time skip). No one in the Fairy Tail universe, nor Mashima-sensei, seem to think Juvia’s actions from her introduction need to be addressed or redeemed, because it is a non-issue that only certain parts of the fandom can’t let go of. She will not vocally apologize for a problem that doesn’t exist.
Gray, especially, has gone so far passed his initial relationship and dynamic with Juvia. It’s sad that so many fans are concerned on Gray’s behalf, but never truly take Gray’s actual feelings or words into consideration. He cares for Juvia, he almost definitely loves Juvia romantically, and he is grateful she is by his side. He’s willing to go above and beyond, including sacrificing his life for her (twice) just to ensure her safety. Those are not the feelings of someone who is a victim of stalking.
Yuzuru Hanyu Special Interview: Toward the Ideal and Beyond! (Ice Jewels Vol.6, May 2017)
Yuzuru looks back at the season, talks about his struggles with Hope & Legacy, declares his love for the ever dependable 4T and lavishes attention on primadonna 4S (somewhere in the background, 3A cries), nerds out, and shares his thoughts on preparation for Pyeongchang.
More seriously, he has always been a sincere student of the sport and thoughtful about every single decision he makes with his programs. It’s always been a delight to read his words, and hopefully that comes across.
Translated by gladi. Feel free to repost with credits.
理想の先へ！Toward the Ideal and Beyond
Translator’s note regarding the title: Yuzuru first wrote “risou no saki he” (理想の先へ) as a message for the next season in an interview with Nagano-san on Hoodo Station Sunday (報道ステーションSUNDAY), aired by TV Asahi on April 23, 2017 after the World Team Trophy ended. There is duality in this sentence due to the word saki (先), which can be defined either as “destination” or “ahead”, “beyond”, “hereafter”. Therefore, the entire phrase can be taken as moving “toward the ideal” but also “toward a place beyond the ideal.”
awwwww I love your tattoo! what will be the next one?
Ugh, I’ve been racking my brain over this. My left arm is going to be a series of simplistic Star Wars designs and illustrations by my favorite artists. It’s all going to be blackwork, no tattoo on my person is going to have any touch of color.
Bruce Timm is my absolute favorite artist, and there’s this beautiful spread he has in which I’d like to isolate the Luke or Boba Fett panel.
And, as other readers have already seen, the tattoo I have is one of Liam Ashurst’s Star Wars designs and I’d love to get another one from his portfolio.
Thank you for your question, and thanks for reading! xoxo
Harry and y/n are dating and they're in the stage where they're new to having sex and it's a game to see who had what kink?
It’s probably late when the boys finish the show and you’re desperate to see Harry so you don’t wait for him to come backstage but go straight on the stage. It’s safe, because fans are already gone, even the camera guys and the security guards.
“Babe” he calls when he sees you and runs to you. “Did you have fun with Lou and the other girls?”
“Nope” you pout your lips, “Well, yes but i missed you and i didn’t really enjoyed Lux bitting my finger.”
“So you did have fun but you missed me and that’s why you didn’t enjoy the girls?”
“Exactly” you smile and give him a small peck on the lips.
“But you saw me an hour and a half ago” he laughs.
“I know” you look at his lips again and then all over the stage to see if there is anyone else. “But i need you.” you whisper in his ear then bite his earlobe. “I need you so much. My period is gone and i’m so desperate to have you in me. Or for you to touch me, or anything, just please let me have you for a little.”
“Okay, let’s go to the hotel room and i’ll think about it.”
“No” you grab his hand, “I need you now. I can’t wait.”
“But we’re on the stage, Y/N, someone can come any time and catch us. Absolutely no. This is an awful idea and you’re gonna regret it when someone sees your bare ass.”
“I’m not gonna regret it. And no one will come, you and the boys finished the show so no one has work to do in here.”
“And what about the cleaners?” he smiles, thinking that he’s gonna win.
“I don’t care. I need you” you whisper again then rub yourself on his crotch and moan. “Please, Harry, no one will find out.”
He watches you with an intensive look in his eyes and you can almost hear his thoughts. You know he’s struggling and about to give up and give you want you want so you kiss his jaw, then go down on his neck and grab his belt.
“Okay” he finally says, “but it’ll be quick and we have to be really quite.”
You smile thankfully and give him a kiss before you go down on his neck once again and start sucking at his skin.
“Wanted to do this so much” you say and lick the red spot, “You have no idea.”
“Babe, no” he moans, “don’t leave me a red mark, fans will go crazy and all the paparazzi…”
His hands travel to the back of your thighs and he lifts your dress. “Misses yeh so much too, babe. Those seven days without tastin’ yeh were a disaster.
“Want to taste me then?” you smile, thinking about the wettness in your panties.
“We have to be quick and quite. Remember?”
“We will be” you tell him, starting to unbutton his belt.
“Are yeh sure? ‘Cause every time i get down on yeh, you can’t stay quite, babe. You keep moaning loud and screaming my name. Someone will hear you.”
“I’ll be quite. Promise.”
“If you make any noise, i’ll stop” he warns you, “lay down.”
You do as you’re told and open up your legs for him. He gets on his knees and holds your thighs so you can’t move. You start trembling even from the start - when he takes your panties down your legs with his teeth, - and he smiles at how weak you are after a whole weak without his touch.
“Sorry” you smile too, trying to calm down.
“Such a desperate little girl for me, aren’t yeh?”
“Yeah” you moan, not really knowing if this is an aswer for his question or a urged for him to continue. “And i actually think i have a fetish for your head between my thighs.”
“Really?” he smirks, “And speaking of this… Do you think you actually have some kind of fetish for something.”
“Like… I think about your hands a lot… And your dirty talk… But i don’t really know about having a fetish…”
“Want to try something then?” he asks, smirking.
You already know you’re gonna regret this but you nod.
“Call your mom.”
“What?” you can’t believe your ears, “R-right now?”
You take your phone from your purse and search for her number. “What do you have on mind?” you ask, not really thinking whatever he wants it’s safe.
“Just call her.”
When he hears her voice trough the phone speaker, he licks your and start sucking at your clit, still looking up to you with a dirty glance.
“Hi, sweetie” she says and you can feel how he’s playing with you and pretty much enjoying it.
“H-hi, mom” you say and wait for him to continue but he looks at you, “Just wanted to check how your day was.”
He starts licking again, still holding your trembling legs.
“Boring if i have to be honest. And yours?”
“Mine was boring too” you close your eyes for a moment and bite your bottom lip, “I waited for Harry to finish the show and now we’re in the hotel room, waiting for our food.”
“Can you give the phone to him, i have something to ask him about the concerts because your cousin Emily wants to go to that one in Las Vegas…”
“No, mom” you open your mouth wide, trying not to scream when Harry bites at your clit. “He’s in the shower and he’s really tired. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Okay, honey. I have to hang up now because your dad is calling me but we’ll hear tomorrow.”
“Yes, mom” you moan, not really quite, “Bye”
“Wait, what happend?”
“Uhm” you stare at Harry with a look which almost can kill, “I j-just hit my toe.”
“Oh” your mom says, but you can’t say that you convinced her. “Okay, goodbye.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” you ask him and put your phone somewhere on the stage.
“No” he laughs, “But if you want me to stop, i have no problem with that.”
“No! No, please, i need to cum.”
“Then tell me what fetishes you have.”
“I don’t know, i already… Fuck, yeah!… told you.”
“So… if you don’t like to be quite and pretend that you don’t get licked while you talk on the phone then what about sensory deprivation?”
“I-i don’t know what you mean, Harry, please continue, please, babe, i need to cum.”
“Just if you let me blindfold you.”
“What?” you furrow your eyerbrows.
“I’ll put my bandana on your eyes so you can’t see what i’m ‘bout to do”
“No” you shake your head, “I like to watch you taking care of me.”
“Hmm” he smiles, “Then what about switching roles?”
“Like… Me fucking your mouth?”
“Yeah” he laughs, “like that.”
You lift yourself up on your elbows and slowly move closer to him. You can see how your juices are falling down from his lips on your clit.
“Yeah” he says, “do whatever you want to.”
You move a little bit closer to him and he starts sucking at your clit again. Your fingers tangle in his hair, you take off his bandana and covers his eyes with it. “Are you enjoying it?” You slowly grind to his mouth.
“Yes, and i think i found my kink.”
“Blindfolding?” you ask and take ful grip on his hair.
He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a look and keep sucking and licking, slightly moaning because he can’t get enough of the taste of you. You don’t even have the chance to warn him that you’re about to cum when he bites at your clit and leaves you trembling and desperate for more. Before you can even take control of your breathing, he takes of his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down.
“I’m not sure you’re going to like this… Just tell me if something is wrong.”
You look at him, his knees are next to the both side of your shoulders and you have a close view of his cock.
“It’s alright, Harry, go on.”
He wraps his fingers around his red tip, precum on it, and takes a hold on your hair. “Is it really fine?” he asks again.
You don’t feel like convincing him for one more thing today so you take it in your mouth and starts sucking as he pulls in and out.
“You look so beautiful like this, Y/N. There’s something so erotic about your cherry lips. It makes me so horny watching them. And when you kiss me it’s always too hard not to get turn on.”
He starts trusting fast, not giving you time to prepare and you start gagging on him. Your hands travel to his balls and start massaging him, making a throaty moan slip of his lips.
“God, babygirl, i’ll never be able to take enough from yeh, won’t i?”
You takes his cock in your hand and start pumping as his head falls back down. “Come for me, daddy, let me swallow it like a good girl.” This drags him to the edge and he moans the loudest you’ve ever heard him, both of you forgot someone can hear you.
After he recovers from his orgasm, he kisses you thankfully and gives your butt a slight slap. “No one heard us, babe, we should celabrate it in the hotel room later.”
“Yeah. We should also take into consideration that i didn’t regret any of this.” you smile at him while he picks up your panties from the floor and puts them in his pocket.
Request: “I came up with this thing about pre death Kyle having sex with his so and telling her how much he jerks off about her and asking if she touches herself idk man it just hypes me up. So maybe a HC on that?” - Anon
Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, maybe a little bit off-prompt, masturbation by both people, dirty talk, PROTECTED SEX (FINALLY, GUYS! FINALLY I WROTE SOME CONDOMS IN!), probably more
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Couldn’t figure out how to make this a set of headcanons, so I decided to write it as an imagine instead. Hope that doesn’t bother you! & I’m so horrible when it comes to describing/talking about masturbation in general. This turned out pretty… Like, okay-ish, though.
ALSO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE WEEKND? LIKE? YES? ALL OF THIS SMUT RECENTLY HAS BEEN FUELED BY HOUSE OF BALLOONS AND I’D LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT. IT’S REALLY GOOD. IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER ON VINYL, TOO.
Kyle never liked skipping classes. He honestly never saw much of a reason for it. You’re going to college for a reason, right? Why not bother to show up? He had worked his ass off in high school for his scholarships, so he definitely wasn’t going to disappoint whoever was paying for his education.
Well, this was one of the rare occasions where he didn’t want to sit through another one of Professor Jackson’s long, boring lectures about lord-knows-what. It was usually something mundane, such as bridges or roofs. He would stand in front of the projector and talk about different types of bridges and their purposes for the entire hour and a half long period, never pausing or taking a single silent second.
Kyle simply didn’t feel like attending that today, and because it was his last class of the day, he decided to head home to the fraternity house. His brothers (well, most of them) would be in class, so he could probably catch a small nap before you or them got home.
You always got home before Ky. This was because your last class was a shorter walk to the house than his. Because of this, you would usually greet him at the door every day. But he knew he would be the one greeting you today. When he stepped inside of the house, it was weird not seeing your big smile in front of the door. Anyway, he sighed, beginning to walk up the stairs, only to stop midway up when he heard a light sound.
He stayed absolutely silent, continuing up the stairs. Upon hearing it for a second time, he was almost certain that it was moaning. Was someone really having sex in his room? If one of the boys was fucking some sorority girl in his bed again… He knew it was Archie. It was always Archie. Well, it was Brian that one time, but still, mostly Archie. He was going to kill him.
Grimacing, Kyle braced himself, unsure of what ungodly sight was going to lay before him as he opened the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a needy moan of his name made him freeze, unable to open that door. His mind rushed with every possibility of what could be happening behind it, but he couldn’t decide on just one of the hundreds of crazy scenarios to side with. Suddenly, his mind jumped to you. Of course it was you. You had to have come home early, and he wasn’t going to accept another thought about it.
Somehow a bit relaxed by the thought, he took a deep breath, reaching over to flip the hallway light off. He opened the door slightly, peeking inside. It was you. He let out the breath, still staying silent as he looked over at you.
You were almost completely naked, laying on Ky’s side of the freshly-made bed, your clothes laid in a neat pile on your pillow. Your hand glistened with a certain shimmer as your body arched in a pleasured angle. The bits of your hair that wasn’t in a ponytail was stuck with sweat to your face, framing the heavenly expression on your face.
It took him a second to process the sight. Within those few moments, you had noticed him standing at the doorway. He had pressed the door open farther, now clearly visible through the white frame. He wasn’t sure how to react. He didn’t know whether to fulfill his urge to strip off all of his clothes and join you, or to run away and never look back.
“Kyle,” You spoke up, not stopping your actions, only slowing the small rubs of your thumb across your clit. “come over here.”
He instinctually moved forward, pressing the door shut and locked behind him. He was numb as he stepped towards you, examining your exact position. He swallowed hard as he waited for your next instruction.
“Take off your clothes.” He was eager to follow your orders, beginning with the jacket on his shoulders. It landed on the floor as he kicked his shoes off, using each of his feet to pull the sock from the other. Soon, he was left with only his boxers on. “Come. Here.” The obedient boy walked to the edge of the bed, standing still.
Noticing his strained boxers, you laugh. “I want you to touch yourself. On the bed, with me.”
Quietly, he laid on the bed next to you, not quite sure of how to start. Did he just whip it out and go to town, or was he supposed to await further instruction? Kyle was never particularly good at being submissive. The two of you usually had somewhat equal roles when it came to sex, so he never much got the chance to, anyway.
“Take off your boxers.” You purr. He raises his hips without another thought, sliding the shorts from his body. As he looked at you, he noticed that you looked satisfied with the job he was doing. You began to slick your finger against your wetness again, slipping a single digit into your entrance. Ky whines lightly, resisting the urge to stroke his member.
He continued to moan and fuss while he watched you, feeling himself somehow near his release. He had never, ever been able to do cum without some sort of contact. “Baby, please? Fuck me.” With a nod, you agree, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. Handing it to him, he rolls it on with ease.
It took only seconds before you were on top of him, guiding his cock into you. You sank down, letting him fill you up. His breath was heavy, deep moans straining against his throat.
“Kyle?” You ask, easing yourself down all the way. “Do you get off on watching me?” He felt somehow ashamed when you asked him that, but still replied with a small nod. Satisfied with his response, you move your hands to grip the headboard, beginning to rise up. He lets out a throaty moan as you slide back down. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I know you do. I always know, Kyle.”
“I always think about you.” He whimpers. “I love thinking about your tight pussy sinking onto my cock, just like you’re doing right now. I can’t control myself when you do that. You always feel so good, and I want you so bad.” Another strangled sound escapes him as he tries to continue his sentence. “And I fuck you until you can’t feel your body anymore, until you scream my name so the entire house can hear who makes you feel that way. All of my brothers, shit, know you’re mine.”
Grinning, he thrusts up to meet your hips, knowing that it’ll take you by surprise. “Kyle!” You squeal, laughing lightly. The process repeated for a few more minutes until Kyle couldn’t take it any more. He squirmed in the blissful agony under your body, his beautiful face contorting into one much stranger. You came shortly after, but continued to ride him for the remainder of your rush.
Eventually, you dismounted him, rolling onto the now-messy bed. Kyle slides the condom off, tying it at the base and tossing it in the trash bin next to the bed. He lets out a small groan, rolling over towards you.
“God,” He laughs. “That was amazing.”
“Maybe I should be more dominant sometimes.” You roll over into his open arms with a big grin on your face, knowing that there’s going to be an even-better round two later.
Being Patrik Laine’s older sister was amazing. He was really good brother, always taking care of you and vice versa, of course you needed to take care of your little brother. Making sure he ate healthy and many another things, what only annoying big sister does. And when he got drafted at second, you almost dragged him down to floor. You were proudest big sister in the world. Best moment in your life. Then he even took you to Winnipeg with him! Okay, he needed you to take care of his house and him. Even though he didn’t want to admit last one. Deep down you knew it. He didn’t need to tell you it.
Living in Winnipeg was like dream come true. Canada has always been interesting place and you’ve read lots of good things about it. But Winnipeg! It was perfect place to live. Patrik for sure knew that. What wouldn’t he knew? You both read each other like open book. Sometimes it was great thing but in the other hand, you really couldn’t keep anything from him. He always knew what was going in your life but you did too.
Sadly your brother didn’t really like to party. Especially now that his girlfriend from Finland was in Winnipeg. That’s why you were in club alone. You liked to go clubbing but Patrik wasn’t really that kind of person. He liked quiet nights in home but you in the other hand loved to go out and meet new people. Of course you had to do that now, you were living in big city where you had like five friends. Thanks to Patrik. You had meet few people in the club but hadn’t really stayed in touch with them. But one of guys you had know through Patrik was Nikolaj Ehlers, one of your brother’s best friends.
And thanks to Nikolaj, you now knew best clubs in Winnipeg. When you got to know him, he took you to “night club tour by Nikolaj”. It was great night but Patrik didn’t really agree with that. You were absolutely smashed after your guys little nightlife tour. But kind brother that Patrik was, he actually took care of you when you were puking out everything you have ever ate in your entire life! He even made you breakfast. What a brother!
Now you were alone at one of your favorite clubs. You had talked with few people but always got lost from them at the dance floor. But you really didn’t mind about that because every time you found yourself ordering different drinks. You wanted taste everything that you didn’t taste in Finland. As far you were loving drinks in Canada, even though you missed some Finnish drinks.
After waiting for a good ten minutes without service, you were getting frustrated with the situation. But suddenly bartender place drink in front of you, disappearing to service another customers. You didn’t even have time to ask about drink or who order it for you. You tried to watch people around you, thinking about who ordered fancy drink for you.
“Hello stranger”, you heard deep voice next to you. Turning around you saw one and only Auston Matthews next to you. How did you not notice that there were Leaf’s players in the club. Were you blind or what was wrong? You weren’t even thinking about that there might be any players in the club. Because; first, Jets’ players usually didn’t hangout at this club and second, Leaf’s has lost a game today against Jets. In your mind hockey players would stay at home or hotel if they lost. Not partying. And yes, that opinion was based on Nikolaj’s and Joel Armia’s actions.
“Oh, you’re famous Auston Matthews”, you blurted out and soon after felt kind of embarrassed. Did you really start conservation with that? You tried to laugh it off and you heard Auston chuckle. Probably wasn’t first time when he heard that.
“Yes, that’s me. But is pretty girl doing alone here?”, he answered to me and I laughed. You needed to admit that he was hotter in person than in pictures or in television. He was actually really hot. At this point you didn’t even want to tell him that you were Patrik’s older sister. Why? You had only bad memories about it. People trying to date and hook up with you because of the name, not just you. Even though he was hockey player but still and right now you didn’t want to be just Patrik Laine’s sister.
“Didn’t want to be at home. I knew I could get friends here”, you said to him. Suddenly you felt how he put hand against your lower back. It send tingles through your spine and you liked it. You even took step closer to him. Damn, he smelled nice. Like really nice. And his smile! Everything in him. Were you in heaven? What did you do in your previous life to get this?
“I see. Well then, I’m Auston and you are..”, he continued, even though at this point he knew that you knew who he was. You still laughed at him.
“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you”, you played with him.
“Pretty name for pretty girl”. Oh, he was really flirty!
After talking hours with Auston, you were walking with him towards his hotel room. You were sure that you would regret this at morning. Patrik has told you not to hook up with any of the players. But rules are made to break, right? And right now you couldn’t really even think straight. You just walked with Auston, leaning on him little bit. Laughing at something stupid he has said.
You could swore that you haven’t had this bad hangover ever and waking up to phone beeping next you wasn’t nice either. It took couple seconds to understand that it was your phone that was blowing up from the amount of text messages you were getting. Yawning bit, you took your phone and looked who was texting you. Fuck, it was Patrik. Asking where you were and why didn’t you come home at night. There was even few texts from fellow Finn, Joel, telling how Patrik was losing his mind.
You took your time before texting to your brother. You watched Auston sleeping next to you, blanket on his hips, showing his muscular chest and abs. You lucky girl was all you could think. Then you snapped back to reality, thanks to Patrik. You avoided to answer him where you were but told him how you would be back soon. After texting and muting your phone, you turned to see Auston who was still sleeping. His mouth slightly open, little bit drool on his jaw. Still he looked hot with that messy dark hair.
Wanting to tease him bit, you planted little kisses to his chest and soon he woke up to that. Smiling. He wiped around his mouth and jaw, laying on his back. He was piece of art. Really.
“Good morning. I hoped you would be here when I wake up”, he told you. His voice was so sexy. Morning voice. You could swore that you were dying in this spot because how sexy he was.
“Had to break that because I need to go. My brother is losing his mind ‘cause I didn’t go to home like I promised”, you told him and laughed. He placed kiss to your lips and nodded. Probably understood that because he had sisters too. Or that’s what you read about.
“Leave me at least your phone number?”, he asked, still laying on the bed. You nodded to him.
After you were dressed you found piece of paper and a pen. Automatically you wrote your first and last names without thinking about it. No big deal, right? Then you wrote your number on the paper and left it on the table next to bed. You placed kiss on his lips and left the hotel room to go home to see your brother.
What took Auston by surprise was to see name (Y/N) Laine on the paper that you had left on his hotel room. Did he really hook up with Patrik Laine’s sister without knowing it? To someone else it wouldn’t sound bad but this would mean lots of trouble with Finnish player at the ice. That was last thing Auston wanted. But still he felt something, he was sad that you left. He would liked if you had stayed him couple hours more. He definitely would contact you even if Patrik didn’t like that. There was something in you that Auston really had liked.
He lays me down in his familiar
bed, those cat like eyes are focused on me with such intensity I have to look
away. I’m disappointed when he doesn’t lay down next to me, instead he places
the thick comforter over me and tucks me in, placing a kiss on my forehead. As
he is about to step away I sit up and reach for him, catching his hand in my small
one, blinking up at him childishly.
“Daddy, can’t you stay with me? I
don’t want to be alone,” I feel stupid saying such things, and even embarrassed
for behaving so childishly when I have never acted like this in my life until I
met these guys.
He gives me a small smile, “Daddy
has to finish some work first, then I will come cuddle with you, okay?” I pout
but nod making him bust into a full smile. He wanders away to his desk that is
that is to my left. I scan the large room, the royal blue walls, the dark wood
flooring that is threw out the house, the floor to ceiling windows that is the
only source of light other than for the little lamp on his desk. Facing the
massive windows, in the distance I can see the beach and I feel calmer as I
watch the waves crash on to the shore. But still, my heart races and my chest
is tight with anxiety, I want him lying in bed next to me, regardless of how
long we have known each other I find comfort in his closeness.
I look away from the window to him;
he sits facing the door, which is on the wall to my right, typing on his laptop
and checking the papers in front of. He looks so much older and mature when he
is working, not the cute playful man I normally see. I just watch him, completely
focused on his work.
Or so I thought, “Baby girl, go to
bed.” He says not even looking away from his work.
“What time is it?” I ask, not
moving to lie back down.
“It’s late,” I say mindlessly.
“Yes it is. You have to get up for
school in four hours so you can go with Suho, so you should go to sleep.”
“What time do you go to work?”
He sighs, realizing I’m not going
to listen to him so easily, “I work at 8.”
“So you wake up at 6?”
He just hums in response.
“You should go to bed too. If you
don’t get enough rest you could get sick.”
He chuckles, “Thank you for your
concern but I want to finish this.”
“You’re the boss, just do it later,
come to bed.”
He finally looks up at me with
those eyes that make me tingle, “Why do you want me to come to bed so bad,
baby? You aren’t still scared are you?”
I shake my head, “I want to
“Baby, we can cuddle when I’m
“And a bedtime kiss,” I surprise us
both with the words that come out of my mouth. He quickly shakes the shock off
and tries to play it cool, not wanting to get his hopes up on what I could
“I already gave you a kiss baby.” I
nibble on my lip as I debate on what I should say. His eyes automatically snap
to the movement and soon he begins mimicking the action.
With a deep breath I decide and
say, “I want a different kind, like the one you gave me earlier.”
“Like the one on the couch?”
I nod but see the way his eyebrows
raise and remember to use my words, “Yes Daddy.”
He closes his computer and strolls
over the end of the bed, his hands on the footboard. “Baby are you sure?” I
take in his hot disheveled appearance, his baggy sweatpants and t-shirt and
begin to tingle like I never have before.
Without another word he comes
around to the edge and climbs on the bed. I wait nervously as he crawls over to
me, positioning himself only inches away from me. He leans in slowly, our lips
brush softly at first, but only for a second before I find myself reaching out
and wrapping my arms around his neck. I can’t help but pull him closer, wanting
to feel his body against mine, wanting his warm presence to wash my anxiety
away. We move around so I’m lying flat on my back with him above me, resting on
his forearms so his weight won’t fully rest on me, he finds his way under the
covers with me. I let out a little moan when his hips start to move against
mine like before. Except this time, there is less in the way, making it easy to
feel his hard manhood threw the thin material of his pants.
He surprises me by cupping one of
my breast in his hand, his thumb gently runs across my sensitive nipple making
me moan into our deepening kiss. My fingers lace themselves threw his caramel
colored hair as I lift up my hips and start moving mine with his, earning me a
growl like moan from the man.
“Baby,” He warns as he pulls away,
making me whine. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“But I don’t want to stop.” I pout
and mumble under my breath, “It feels really good.”
“I’m sorry baby but daddy can only
control himself so much. I can’t do this knowing I can’t go any farther with
you looking like that, moaning underneath me. Knowing I can’t touch you where I
want is fucking hell,” He growls the last few words under his breath as he sits
back on his knees.
I pause for a minute before asking,
“Where do you want to touch me?” I surprise him again with my words, and like
before I can see him trying to push the hope away in his eyes.
“You are too innocent to say such
words. Go to bed baby girl.” He moves to get off the bed but when he sees my
grab my own breasts he stops and stares at me with wide eyes.
“Is it here?” I squeeze them
slightly, that is enough to get my nipples to perk up and be seen threw my silk
“Baby,” He growls warningly.
“Or is it here?” One hand slides
down my body in between my legs and cups my woman hood. “I know I’m young and I
don’t really know how this works and I don’t think I’m ready for sex but
touching is okay.”
He takes a deep breath as he comes
closer to me again, sliding under the covers, “You want me to touch.”
“Yes,” I shyly add in, “and I want
to touch you.” He takes my hands away from my body as he lays me back down,
positioning us the way were before but this time my hands are pinned on either
side of my head.
“I’ll play with you baby but I have
one rule for you.”
“Absolutely no touching yourself. You
have a house full of guys who would jump at the opportunity to just hug you,
they would kill to touch you like I’m going to, ask any of us and we will do
whatever you want. Understand?”
He lets go of my hands as he kisses
me again, not wasting anytime with little pecks, he devours my mouth with his.
My hands go to tangle in his hair again while one of his slips its way under my
tank top, his cold hand leave goose bumps in it’s wake. I let out a soft moan
as his fingers begin gentility playing with my nipple. He starts kissing down
my neck, to my collarbone, to my nipples that are showing threw my shirt.
I stare down at him as he pulls my
top up and right off my body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Not even
giving me a moment to get nervous about being naked in front of a guy for the
first time his lips find themselves back on my breasts, sucking and nibbling,
leaving love bites all over my chest. My hands go to my mouth to keep me from
“Oh no baby girl, I want them to
hear you. I’ve always wanted to know if they were all in screaming distance,
now is the perfect time to figure it out,” He chuckles as he pulls my hands
away. He leaves my breasts alone, pink and sore from his abuse, and kisses his
way down to the waistband of my shorts. I begin nibbling on my lip as I watch
him hook his fingers on the sides of my shorts, my whole body tingles at the
sight and sensation as he starts pulling them down slowly. Soon they are on the
floor with my top, leaving me completely bare in front of him. I feel the need
to cover myself as he sits back on his heels to really look at me but the
moment my hands start to move his lustful gaze turns angry, freezing me in my
spot. “Don’t you dare try to cover yourself, Daddy wants to see all of you.”
His hands grip my knees gently, his thumbs move in small circles to try and
When he is done taking in my naked
body and the love marks that cover my chest he leans back down, his face in
between my thighs, only inches away from my heat. I moan as he leaves more love
marks on the inside of my thigh, he licks the purple bruise, trying to take the
pain away. My womanhood tingles as he looks up at me, a small smirk on his face
at my already breathlessness.
“Daddy,” I whine as he continues to
kiss and lick everywhere but where I need him.
He chuckles, “What baby, tell me
what you want?”
“Touch me, please,” I beg
“Like this baby?” He asks as he
slides one finger into me and curls it making me clench. I’m surprised when he
groans with me, “Baby girl, you’re so tight.”
“Daddy more!” I moan as my hips
move on their own against his hand for more friction. Without a word he adds
another finger and begins pumping, I didn’t notice him lean in closer and start
sucking on my little button until his hot tongue made contact. I throw my head
back with an embarrassingly high pitched moan, not caring if any of the others
heard us, which I’m pretty sure they did, as he sucks on it like a vacuum.
There is a little knot in my belly that starts to grow as he continues to suck
and pump me for all I’m worth. My hand finds it’s way down to his hair,
tangling my fingers in his locks as the knot continues to tighten, making me
moan louder and louder.
I never thought I would be loud in
bed, I’ve touched myself many times before but I was always quiet and now I’m
realizing it’s probably because Xiumin is a lot more knowledgeable about things
The knot in belly is about to
explode when he suddenly stops, his fingers still buried deep in me, his eyes
locked with mine, “Daddy,” I whine.
“I’ve been good to you baby, it’s
time for you to beg for it,” He teases as he curls his fingers in me.
“Daddy Xiumin,” I grind my hips
against his hand but he uses his free hand to hold my hips down on to the bed.
“I said beg baby,” His tone is firm
and all daddy.
“Pretty please Daddy, can I cum?”
The words sound so dirty yet cute.
“You can do better then that.”
I let out a little yelp when he
adds another finger, stretching me a little more, “Daddy please let your little
girl cum, I promise to be a really good girl for you.”
“You promise baby?”
“Yes daddy, I promise, just please
let me cum!”
He chuckles before returning his
mouth to the little bud, sucking on it harder then he was before. It doesn’t
take long for me to reach orgasm because of Xiumin’s magical fingers and
tongue. I scream out his name as he works me threw my orgasm, making sure I’m
completely spent before he stops. He pulls his fingers out of me and sticks
them in his mouth, sucking all of my juices off before crawling up next to me
and holding my trembling body to his chest.
“Daddy,” I start but he cuts me
“You were so good baby girl, but
it’s time for sleep.” He shushes me.
“But what about you?” I wonder out
loud about his release.
“You owe me baby, we have plenty of
time, and you aren’t going anywhere. So there is no rush, being able to touch
you like, to taste you is enough for me today.” He kisses the top of my head
before tucking me tightly against his chest. “Sleep baby girl, tomorrow you have
to face all of those jealous horny boys.”
“Do you think they heard us?”
He chuckles, “They definitely did.”
I wake up a little later, it’s
still kind of dark out, but the sun is coming up in the distance. I tuck myself
back against Xiumin’s chest, enjoying the warmth he is giving off. I think
about what happened how every many hours ago and blush at how childish I was.
Something about these guys brings out my inner child and as embarrassing I find
it, I could do it without hesitation with them and they seem to like it.
Actually it’s a little more than like, I can tell by the way Xiumin’s hard
pecker presses against my thigh. Thinking back, I feel bad that he didn’t get
anything from it except a hard on.
Something Jihyo told me once passes
threw my head about her favorite way to wake guys up and I decide to take her
advice, since it’s gone so well for me before. Ignoring my own smart-ass
comment, I slide down Xiumin’s body, trying my best not to wake him as I slip
out of his death grip on me. When I’m out of his arms he automatically shifts
to his back, lucky for me, making this a lot easier. I can’t help but have a mischievous grin on
my face as I do to him what he did earlier, hooking my fingers on his pants and
pulling them all the way off. I guess I’m not the only one who went commando
last night. A blush spreads across my face, even though no one could see me
hidden under the covers but now being face to, um, face with the first dick
I’ve ever seen I feel embarrassed.
It’s bigger then I expected and I’m
happy I didn’t let him sleep with me last night, I don’t think I’m ready for
that but this is something I can do. Jihyo had talked enough about it, I’ve
seen videos and read about it, I can do this. With a deep breath I lean closer
and kitty lick the red tip. A small moan leaves Xiumin’s lips. After another
moment I finally convince myself to go for it by taking the whole thing in my
mouth, happy I don’t have a sensitive gag reflex. I pull back slightly before I
start bobbing up and down without a care.
The man under me starts moaning; deep
throaty moans that make me tingle knowing I’m the cause of it. His hips start
moving up, meeting me half way, fucking my mouth like there is no tomorrow, and
to be a little bit of a tease I hold his hips down, like he did to me. He did not like that, not one bit. I’m
surprised when he sits up, pushing the blanket away, reveling my naked body to
him and the cold air. I pause, my mouth full of his cock, and make eye contact
with a very upset, but turned, on kitty.
“Baby,” He nearly growls.
I swirl my tongue around the tip
before I start bobbing again, hopping he won’t be upset after he cums. But I
was wrong, even as I suck him I can feel his intense gaze on me, especially
since I’m still holding his hips down. Though that didn’t stop him from
moaning, but he wasn’t happy that I could make him moan that loud, that I was
in control of him. I can tell he’s close when his fingers go into my hair and
he tries to push me down, to take him deeper into my mouth. I happily oblige. A
few minutes later after very sexy grunts and groans he cums in my mouth, I
swallow without a thought. I finally sit up wiping my face with the back of my
hand, and look up shyly at a very upset Xiumin.
“Baby,” He actually growls this
“Good morning daddy,” I give him a
“Because I felt bad that you didn’t
get anything out of what happened before so I thought I could pay you back. Did
I do bad?” I look down at my hands, embarrassed that I may not have done as
well as I thought I did.
He sighs, “No little one, you did
really, really good. It’s just that you are a baby, you shouldn’t be doing such
dirty things on your own. Where did you get a thought to wake a boy up like
It reminds me kind of Cave Story,
one of my favorite games ever. One thing what I find great in Cave Story
is the use of pixel art: it looks retro, but it’s so smooth. Effects
like small dust clouds are amazing little touch and I love things like
that. And that is what Owlboy also have: amazing little details. The
pixel art in Owlboy is absolutely gorgeous to look at. Props for the
creators of this game for making all of it - nine years of development
was totally worth it.
It’s time for another Swanfire Appreciation Week! Since I got so many great ideas from you awesome cupcakes I realized that 7 days just isn’t enough. So we decided to do 12 days instead. You can make anything you want to during each day just make sure you stick to the theme. Also be sure too add sfweek17 in the first 5 tags so we can see and reblog all of your posts. The start date is Monday May 1st and it ends Friday May 12th. Don’t worry if you have to skip a day or can’t start right away, the point is just to have fun and enjoy our ship so feel free to start whenever you have time :)
Day 1: Friendship Make something that shows what makes Emma and Neal such a good match. How do their individual character traits/strengths compliment each other.
Day 2: Favorite Happy Moment Make something that shows your favorite time that they were happy together.
Day 3: Only You Make something using their song “Only You” by Yaz. Can be anything you feel like making but be sure to incorporate the song in some way.(if it’s a fanvid covers of the song are fine)
Day 4: Colors Pick one color that you feel best represents their relationship or that you most often associate with them and make something that shows it.
Day 5: Favorite Outfits Which of Emma and Neals outfits are your favorite(any season or episode)
Day 6: Henry Make something to show your favorite swanfire family moments.(or you could make an au showing what you would have liked to see had they been able to keep him)
Day 7: Swanfire Things What is your favorite object associated with them.
Day 8: Enchanted Forest AU What if Emma and Neal had met in the enchanted forest instead of our world. What if they both fell through that portal in s2,what if they had both been wished back there in s6 or if they had both been present during the season 4 AU episode. Make something showing what you think would have happened during any of these times or come up with your own story.
Day 9: Favorite Funny Moment Which of their scenes together did you think was the funniest?
Day 10: Dark Swanfire AU What would have happened if both Emma and Neal were the dark ones? Or if Neal had become the dark one to save Emma or the other way around. How would Neal have felt if Emma became the Dark One just like his father? Get creative again and make something showing what you think would have happened if Neal had been around in s5.
Day 11: Favorite Emotional Moment Emma and Neal have had some pretty intense scenes together. Make something showing your absolute favorite moment between them that made you feel extra emotional.
Day 12: Favorite Touch Make something that shows your favorite way that they have touched(for example,hands,face,kissing,hugging,ect)
So if the groundskeepers and staff are all or mostly quest-people, did some of them start out as students? Are there students currently attending EU with adventurer-type or chosen-one-type personalities and abilities? Is prophecy a thing at all, vague or incorrect or otherwise? What happens to student quest-people, usually?
Of the staff that are on Quests, some stumbled out of the Elsewhere from another time or place, and need a place to go to ground for a while. Others made their way here following some whisper, some clue, some artifact leading them into the Else, and they need a bit of time to prepare for the next step. And some are students, who have unfinished business, and would rather die than not finish it. In those cases, becoming a professor is too time-consuming or unattainable, and taking a staff position is an easier way of staying on campus.
Plenty of students have abilities and personalities that would serve them well on a Quest; few of them actually end up on one. A quest comes about by virtue of your own choices and the burdens you choose to take up in your dealings with the Gentry. No one is born a hero - it all depends on what you do with yourself.
Prophecies are absolutely a thing, although the clarity and accuracy varies wildly. Most are vague, vague riddles that could mean any number of things. Electronics touched by the Gentry tend to spit out death-oriented prophecies, for example - it’s one of the more common results. And there’s any number of shady characters muttering grim foretellings to themselves in the dorm hallways.
Sometimes the people with quests, students and staff, get what they are looking for. Usually they do not. It’s not an easy road to walk, and there is seldom glory to come from it.
I don’t normally post anything on tumblr, but I felt the need to say a few things about the latest Gundam IBO episode - especially about Shino and Yamagi.
So Shino died. We all saw it coming, but we all had the faintest hope that he wouldn’t. Shino was one of the brightest characters in Tekkadan. Without him, the crew, and even the show, definitely lost a light. That alone, is fucking devastating for anyone.
But what i think that absolutely destroyed me, was the whole Shino and Yamagi thing. I legit watched the episode before I went to bed. Couldnt sleep for another 2 hours wallowing in my despair. Woke up and wallowed some more.
It absolutely pained me to think that Yamagi, who clearly had super strong romantic feelings for Shino, had to send him off on a one-man mission to his highly probable death. All the beautifully hinted moments throughout the series led up to this episode, where we were bathed in even more touching moments, before Shino fucking died. Yamagi never had a chance to tell Shino how he felt before he died. And to me, that’s probably one of the most painful things about this episode and in the series.
I keep imagining what it would have been if Shino survived. When he comes back (hopefully incapacitated so he wouldn’t be able to fight anymore, and thus CANNOT DIE), lays in medical, bandaged up, Yamagi by his side. And when he wakes up, everything goes gooey cheesy.
”I promised, didn’t I?” with that goofy smile.
And Yamagi smiles and cries and smiles and cries.
After the war, they go drinking. No girls. Just the two of them. They sit at the bar. Yamagi has his first sips of alcohol. Shino encourages him to drink more. Shino is surprised that Yamagi has a better tolerance than he thought. They talk about everything thats happened. The war. The friends that died. They drink until morning.
After everything, Shino starts working at Biscuits farm and Yamagi stays with him as the resident mechanic. Two years pass, and Yamagi finally tells Shino his feelings. Shino laughs at Yamagi’s nervousness and brings him into a hug. Two years allowed Yamagi to grow into a man. Broader shoulders, bigger build. He reaches up to Shino’s nose now, and Shino loves the smell of his hair.
“I’ve known for a while now,” chuckles Shino.
“And you didn’t tell me?” asks Yamagi with mild annoyance.
“Well, it was hard for me too.”
“It’s hard to-,” Shino blushes and laughs and looks away. “To tell you my feelings.”
Yamagi notes the irony.
And they laugh and laugh.
(totally didn’t mean to actually almost write a short-fanfic.) But i think that’s how i would have imagined it if they didn’t live in the Gundam-universe. That’s what i would have imagined their future in an alternate universe where death only came to you when you were old and happy and ready.
Last thoughts, (promise).:
it’s so fucking rare to find a heavily implied (one could say canon after this episode) gay romance in a ‘mainstream’ shounen anime that isn’t played up as fanservice (soz Free! and Yuri on Ice. I love you guys, but man, play it cool dudes. chill). There needs to be more anime that include these types of relationships. Gay/lesbian relationships, that aren’t played up as fanservice, or marketing gimmicks. Real characters that just happen to be gay/lesbian.
Their friendship/relationship was natural to the story and the characters. It felt genuine and that’s what made it all the more heartbreaking when Shino died. It’s probably the first anime/tvshow where two (potentially) gay characters were close to be canon, and it wasn’t forced down my throat, or felt like it was all for the ratings. It was just there. It just existed in the story.
I really wanted Shino and Yamagi to have a happy ending. I really did.
RIP Norba Shino, you beautiful shining boy.
There’s some apparent hope that Shino is still alive since we don’t see his body. I secretly hope he is, but i feel like that would wreck the authenticity of the episode and the show as a whole. (But i REALLY FUCKING WANT HIM TO BE ALIVE AND HAPPY WITH YAMAGI).
👙 Our muses go to the pool to cool down 🏄🏻 Our muses go surfing 🐧 Our muses go to the zoo and stare at the penguins 🌴 Our muses go on a romantic vacation 🔥 Our muses try to stay cool when the power goes out due to a thunderstorm
🍳 Our muses attempt to fry an egg on the driveway or car 🍉 Our muses host or attend a summer cookout 🍓 Our muses go strawberry picking 🍻 Our muses have nothing to do so they go out and get drunk ⚽️ Our muses are playing soccer and your muse gets hit in the head with the ball 🚣 Our muses go canoeing and capsize 🎸 Our muses go to a crappy music festival 🚗 Our muses go on a road trip
🐊 Our muses find an alligator blocking their front door
🚤 Our muses go on a summer cruise ⛽️ Our muses are on a road trip and their car breaks down, leaving them stranded
🛌 Our muses can’t fall asleep on a very hot summer night
🌟 Our muses stargaze on a hot summer night
One of our muses
takes a really cold shower to cool off, the other muse tries to join them
🍅 One of our muses forgot to put on sunscreen and now they’re in pain and all red
🌞 One of our muses gets heatstroke and ends up in the ER
🐝 One of our muses gets stung by a bee 🐚 One of our muses picks up a seashell and gets pinched by the critter inside 🦈 One of our muses touches something while swimming in the ocean and gets scared
🏊🏻 One of our muses learns how to swim
🦋 One of our muses has a butterfly land on their head
🐦 One of our muses gets pooped on by a bird
“I’m going to melt.” “Don’t go barefoot on the driveway, you idiot.” “Sex on the beach is the worst idea I have ever heard of.” “GLOBAL WARMING IS REAL.” “A hot drink? Do you even know what the temperature is outside?” “I can’t believe we ran out of gas, you absolute fuck.” “This is as bad as the Fyre Festival.” “No, this is worse than the Fyre Festival.” “This wouldn’t have happened if you just drank more water.” “A cruise? Are you serious? We have no money.” “IT’S GOT ME, IT’S GOT ME, I’M GONNA DROWN.” “There aren’t any great white sharks in these waters, don’t worry.” “Please tell me we have a generator.” “I can’t sleep without blankets on but it’s too hot for that so I can’t sleep.” “How hot does someone have to be for spontaneous combustion to happen?” “Dude, you were so dehydrated the nurses almost had to put the IV in your jugular.” “I’VE BEEN STUNG.” “Oh my god, it bit me. It bit me. Am I going to die?” “Don’t move, there’s a bug on you.” ”The humidity is ruining my hair.” “We should have just stayed home.” “I can’t see anything through this telescope.” “Is it possible for an ant to crawl into your butt?” “Where are the coconut trees?” “If you put more of that oil on, you’re going to cook like a turkey.” “To be honest, I expected more topless sunbathers.” “We are not going to a nude beach.” “Let’s go steal someone’s yacht.” “I think you put a little too much tanning lotion on.” “I think my make up is running down my face.” “Why can’t we go on vacation?” “It’s beach weather and you’re wearing a hoodie and sweatpants?”
I’m really not going to comment on how rudely this is phrased. I will also say that my discourse for this is literally all. Over. Tumblr, so I’m not surprised you haven’t seen all of it.
I’ll just say what I’ve already said about Bucky choosing to be a sub. Most of the fics I’ve seen on here usually leave out a lot regarding the buildup that would have to take place for Bucky to be a sub. They just have Bucky, either clueless about what’s taking place (because somehow he doesn’t remember what sex is? Like, I can see him emotional after an orgasm, but not utterly clueless), or just lying down letting the reader “teach” him everything.
For Bucky, touch means pain. Laying down and letting others do things to him means pain. His first instinct with letting others be in control, even if it’s well intentioned, is always going to be a little flinch. And most fics just have the reader going, “Let me show you what a good touch is” and him just laying down for it.
I get that you can’t fit all the trust and buildup in a one shot, but for Bucky to be a sub, he would have to have months, maybe years, of trust built up between him and whoever was the one in the power position. There would be things that would absolutely not happen at all in a session. Being tied down would always be a no-no.
It’s not unrealistic for Bucky to be a sub. But it is much more complicated than people make it out to be. He is going to have to take the trauma associated with others being in control and de-associate (not a word, oh well) it with what did happen in HYDRA. He’d have to reshape it into something beautiful. And that is so much more complicated than, “Let me show you a nice touch/lay down and let me re-teach you what an orgasm feels like.”
Also, before you say things like “you don’t know what you’re talking about” one, think about how rude it sounds, and two, never assume you’re the only one that does know what you’re talking about, despite your username. Thank you for spoiling my day. Hope you have a fucking wonderful one, @stevetopsbuckysbottom. (Make sure this gets fucking shared)
OH HEY Y’ALL. I’m still alive, thanks for asking, though I might as well be DEAD bc of the INSANITY that was that panel today. I really appreciate you all sitting through my incoherent, flail-y live posts (so many exclamation points! Yet also not enough!) and I loved reading the all caps commentary in my notes. I know everyone wants more details so I’m going to try my best to recap the happenings as thoroughly as possible, though I think I’ll have to split this into two parts and save all the juicy first episode stuff in Part 2. Anyway, let’s begin!
The sejou third years but with pretend babies that are mechanical and stuff. You know how they do it for health classes. How do you think it goes?
It goes terribly. absolutely catastrophic… for Oikawa The poor guy tries his best - he’s changed his baby’s diaper, fed it, tried to rock it to sleep for two hours straight, but the baby just does NOT stop crying
Iwaizumi finds it completely hilarious (”finally Oikawa! something you suck at”) Unlike the other, he does fairly well with his mechanical child. He always knows exactly what it needs and is quick to stop its cries when Oikawa asks how he’s so good at handling his baby, Iwaizumi simply tells him he’s had years of experience from being best friends with one
Hanamaki and Matsukawa are absolute pros No one knows how they do it, but the two handle it like its second nature Oikawa accuses them of tampering with the babies, but the moment he touches one they start crying
Matsuhana talk to their babies like they’re the real deal and literally have zero shame coo-ing and gushing over how cute their children are They’ve already decided that their babies are going to grow up together, attend the same schools, and eventually fall in love (blatant winks at Oikawa and Iwaizumi) They carry their babies around with them everywhere, strapping them to their chests using their jackets as a harness.
Matsuhana keep their babies away from Oikawa because he’s just a bad baby omen and they don’t want their kids to be tainted by his “poisonous touch”
1) Writing the follow-up act for OMWF couldn’t have been an easy feat, and yet the writers came up with one of the most memorable and quintessential Buffy episodes. OMWF was damn perfect, but we can hardly say it’s an episode that betokens the classic feel of the show. It was a Very Special Episode, and while at its core it had all the ingredients that make the show what it is (witty dialogue and one-liners, funny moments, character development, emotional resonance) I would hardly recommend it as the episode a new viewer should watch to get hooked on the show, you know? Tabula Rasa, on the other hand, is an A+ prototypical Buffy episode. There’s conflict between the characters, a memorable monster of the week (although he is only a plot device more than a key player in the narrative), an original gimmick, comic relief, meta-jokes, plot advancement, good music, and a lot of tears. Like, A LOT. I love this episode!
2) The episode starts with Spike following Buffy around, as per usual, and asking her to have The Talk about The Kiss. It’s not every day that you make out with your former-number-one-enemy-turned-ally-turned-kind-of-friend-turned-confidant. Buffy chooses a very non-Buffy way to deal with the Spike-kissage: she dismisses the whole thing and downplays it.
SPIKE: We kissed, Buffy.
SPIKE: We… we kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music, and the rising … music, and what was that, Buffy?
BUFFY: A spell?
SPIKE: Oh, don’t get all prim and proper with me.I know what kind of girl you really are. Don’t I.
BUFFY: What we did is done. But I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, *ever* again.
I get that Buffy wasn’t really Buffy yet, but this is a really mild reaction compared to the last time she had kissed Spike…
If Buffy hadn’t enjoyed their kiss or if she hadn’t been considering giving it another shot, she would’ve had a much more visceral reaction to his questioning. (I can totally imagine her saying something like: “what we did is disgusting” or “I’m disgusted at myself”) Yet she chooses to not make a big deal of it, and only when Spike insists on pushing the issue she states that she will never kiss or touch him again. Which is what she thinks she has to say more than what she actually feels since at this point she’s still fighting her attraction towards Spike.
I will never kiss you, Spike. Never touch you ever, ever again.
*literally one second later*
For whatever reason, she just can’t let him die, can she?
4) BTVS is probably one of the few shows which can get away with having an actual shark play a loan shark. And how awesome is that?
And I absolutely love the fact that Teeth (that’s the shark’s name according to the script, btw) keeps calling Spike “Mr. Spike.” So very gentlemanly of him!
5) One of favorite lines in the whole show, tbh:
SPIKE: I just need a little more time. SHARK DEMON: Time, time, time! Is what turns kittens into cats!
6) While Buffy is patrolling, the rest of the Scoobies are gathered at Xander’s discussing Buffy’s revelation that they had torn her out of heaven. This is an odd writing choice. Considering the weight of the revelation, as a viewer I was expecting to witness the actual moment in which the Scoobies and Buffy hash this out. It seemed like a pivotal moment in Buffy’s arc this season, yet it never came? My question is: did the writers purposefully chose not to write that key scene to continue driving a wedge between Buffy and her Scoobies and furthering the season’s plot of isolation, desolation, and self-destruction? or did they choose not to write it because it was too difficult a scene to write purely from a writing perspective? (did they chicken out?)
7) Anywho, what they did write is the Scoobies trying to come to terms with what they’d done to their friend. And before I dissect the scene in point, let me take you back a few episodes to “Flooded”…
WILLOW: I brought her back! (…) I did whatI had to do. I did what nobody else could do. (…) I brought Buffy back into this world, and maybe the word you should be looking for is “congratulations.” (…) I wasn’t lucky. I was amazing. (…) The magicksI used are very powerful. I’m very powerful.
You see it, right? Willow is taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back. There’s no doubt in her mind that she alone carried this out.
Now let’s analyse Willow’s discourse after realizing she had actually done something wrong, she had unexpectedly failed.
TARA: All we know is that… it was a good place and she was happy there. WILLOW: And we took her away from that. We wrecked it for her. XANDER: We didn’t wreck. We didn’t know. WILLOW: We didn’t wanna know. We were so selfish. I was so selfish.
It’s very clear that she does not feel comfortable taking full responsibility for bringing Buffy back now that she knows it made her miserable. When she thought having brought Buffy back made her a hero, she really didn’t feel like sharing the accolades…