#like. barely

[leopardusk]

Despite being in the spotlight, welcoming it with open arms, none of the eyes are on him. Not one.

Which could mean nothing

[brionysea]

i had to

[acrobattack]

one apple tall

[wildehacked]

once more writing up my reactions before reading anyone else's!

okay, overall: I thought it was a good episode, and a good resolution to the bobby dying arc, and I loved captain han, and I loved athena holding that baby.

emotionally: I'm kind of sad nothing in that episode made me want to write more fic. maybe my feelings will change over the course of the hiatus, but the end of s7 made me feel like I had a MILLION ideas about what could happen next, and I'm disappointed I don't feel inspired again. probably that's me expecting too much of the show—I've been feeling creatively/personally burnt out for a hot minute now, and fandom tends to be my jolt of adrenaline and joy and obsession that galvanizes me into being creative anyway—only sometimes even your special interest can't really save you from being burnt out, because the problem is that you're tired and you need to sleep and read five to six good novels before the well starts to refill. maybe i'll take the hiatus and read five to six good novels and watch a new tv show and stop reading all the bad takes and i'll come back in the fall and be really excited to see evan buckley again.

(is this a sign????? did i, like...hit my personal limit? i've never written thirty fics for a fandom before, lol)

idk, just feeling kind of sad i'm not feeling more joy.

[sjweminem]

i am NOT immune to the boruto bun..

[willowcrowned]

Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan stuck in a situation together (pinned on a battlefield? hiding from pursuers? stuck in a closet? up to u)

“Qui-Gon?”

“Yes?”

“Your elbow is digging into my rib.”

“… Is that better?”

“Ah—ow. That’s my kidney.”

“…”

“And that would be my arm.”

“…”

“And that’s my rib again—Oh, stop moving. You’re only making things worse.”

“I might remind you that I am not the reason we’re trapped in the smallest cupboard in the known universe.”

“Yes, you’re only the reason we got chased in the first place. I am the reason we’re not trudging through a swamp in our underthings right now.”

“I seem to remember it being you who said you didn’t sense anything wrong.”

“Well I seem to remember it being you, oh wise and venerable master, who told me to focus on the moment.”

“You knew what I meant by it.”

“Yes, it was rather hard not to, what with your hand on my—wait. I think I hear someone.”

“…”

“…”

“They’re gone. Shall we go?”

“Yes, let’s. I think my rib is bruised.”

“…”

“Qui-Gon—”

“Yes, Obi-Wan?”

“I think your understanding of the word gone needs a little help.”

“I was being metaphorical.”

“I could kill you for that, I hope you know.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. They seem as though they have it covered.”

“…”

“…”

“Run?”

“Run.”

[charaznablescanontoyota]

there’s a recent batman comic that has like a single panel of the riddler after going fishing and i can’t stop thinking about it

shirt text via @sanscena​

[pricemarshfield]

falling

A Zoey/MC/Poppy fic for A Very Poppy Weekend. Thank you to @penda-bear for organizing!

Day 3: free day. Rated E, definitely NSFT, minors DNI. Read under the cut or on AO3 here.

Warning for a remote-controlled toy (not used in a public space, and there’s enthusiastic consent from everyone involved).

There's a couple things Bea's getting used to about being rich. Being trashy is seen as a fun pastime and not a personality trait. It's gauche to discuss your money but boring to act too humble. People don't ask you questions if you're putting cash in your pocket.

Specifically, people don't push or stop you when you're very, very obviously about to do some weird sex thing.

Okay, not weird. It's not like Bea's hiding chains or feathers or anything super freaky under her clothes as they wait for a private room in the restaurant. It's just that, well--Zoey's her date, right, and that rules, and she looks absolutely beautiful in this deep pale golden dress that's so unlike her usual jewel-tone color palette and professional look but still uniquely hers, and Bea is so lucky to be here, and also, uh, Poppy's here?

See, that's the weird thing, the thing that they had to get far from Belvoire to try without any questions or second glances, is that this is Bea and Zoey's date, and also, they want a private room for that date, and also, a second table in that private room for Poppy.

No one asks any questions. It's so weird.

Bea shifts a little while they wait to be sat. They're setting up the room to their specifications; the two tables are set up in such a way that one seat at Bea and Zoey's table will have a view of Poppy's, but the other chair won't. Their food will be brought out all at the beginning, rather than in courses, leaving the pitcher of sangria and water there so no waiters have to come in at any point, and the room is lit with candles.

(That one Bea had asked for. Sure, this isn't a normal date, but only the best for her girl Zo.)

Poppy doesn't look awful either, in her trademark pastel pink but less uptight than she normally is, dress looser, pink lace framing her chest, and oh, God, Bea doesn't want to get caught staring at her boobs.

"You really can't help but make hate eyes, huh?" Zoey says, and Bea's face feels so warm, especially when Poppy smirks next to her without glancing back at her once.

Bea grabs Zoey's hand, squeezes it, a quick affirmation that yes, she's good, even if she's embarrassed, and also that while, yeah, she may be getting distracted by Poppy being hot, she also does really want to be here with Zoey, that if she wants just that it's not a dealbreaker, that this is gonna be very fun but Bea doesn't need it.

Zoey squeezes her hand back. Bea has no idea if her relatively complicated message made it through, but she doesn't have any time left to worry about it because they're being led to their room, finally, and Poppy's hand is closed tight around--

If Bea's skin was paler, the blush would be bright red, but as it stands, she only looks a little flustered when she catches herself in the mirror.

The food's already been set up at their table, some fancy steak entree that cost more than what Bea used to pay in a month's rent before her family inherited lots of money, and the door is closed behind them, and no one is going to disturb them.

Bea pulls out Zoey's seat on autopilot, because again, only the best for her girl, and Zoey smiles up at her as if nothing is weird at all. Bea goes to her own seat, Poppy already seated at the other table, and right before she sits, Poppy's thumb flicks a switch, and--

The buzzing isn't really that loud, but Bea jerks anyway, the vibration against her clit sudden and unexpected and--

"Well?" Zoey says, smiling behind her glass of wine. "Aren't you gonna enjoy our date?"

Sitting down adjusts the pressure of the toy inside her in a way that makes the friction more intense, almost to the point of pain, but no matter how much she shifts, there's no normal-looking position that abates it. That's, of course, the point. Bea has to try and stay put together, enjoy her night with Zoey, while Poppy (who looks completely disaffected, though she can almost make out the spots of pink high up her cheeks) tries to rile her up.

Zoey, for her part, took Bea's faltered, nervous, mumbled mention of it as a challenge. After all, Bea loves Zoey. Poppy's, uh. Well, she's something to her, but there's not enough trust for a relationship.

It's weird, that there's enough trust to give her a remote to a toy literally inside of Bea, but not to just go on a date normally. But Bea can worry about that when she doesn't have a beautiful woman across from her to talk to.

"Yeah," Bea says, way too late, and Poppy smirks a little around her first bite of food. "I'm super excited for our date."

They get decently far into a conversation about Zoey's music--something about mixing that Bea doesn't understand, she's studying anthropology and marine biology--when Poppy suddenly switches to a much higher intensity. The buzzing is definitely loud enough that Zoey can hear it, even if Bea's sudden gasp and propping herself up against the table doesn't give it away. When Bea manages to open her eyes to look at her date, Zoey's eyes have gone dark.

"I do always like seeing you worked up," Zoey murmurs, quiet and low enough that it might not carry to Poppy's table. "What do you say I make it worse?"

"Please," Bea says, loud enough that Poppy can definitely hear her too, and the toy goes back to its original slow, almost gentle setting as Zoey's hand slides up Bea's thigh. Bea's legs fall apart on instinct, eager to give Zoey access, but Zoey doesn't go straight for her center, just up and down her legs in these semi-sweet, mostly-teasing touches that just get Bea panting more.

"You're gonna be the death of me," Bea says, and Poppy turns the toy off. Bea can't help but whine--she's on the edge, would take barely a push to get there--and Zoey laughs, warm rather than mean. "Both of you."

"Sort of the point of a scene like this," Zoey says, and Poppy, who's still pretending to ignore them, grins into her food. She doesn't turn the toy back on, and Bea actually manages a couple bites of food before Zoey reaches back under the table, uses her knee to push into Bea's center. It's not the same without Poppy pressing it on, but--Poppy's actually looking over now, and she makes eye contact with Bea and grins. "You still game?"

"What? Yeah, fuck, of course I'm--"

Poppy takes that as her invitation to turn the toy back on, and that plus Zoey's added stimulation is more than enough to get Bea over the edge, not with a scream, but with a little sigh.

(The rest of date night is dedicated to playing footsie with Zoey under the table, and Poppy pretending not to get invested in their conversation even as she sends Bea a text at 2am about why her point about the future of music is actually fucking moronic, doesn't she know that--and so on and so forth.)

The next morning, Bea wakes up to Zoey grinning at her. "So. What do you say next time we--"

"God, you're already thinking about next time? I mean, yeah, I'm definitely down."