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[ SECRET POST #4389 ]

⌈ Secret Post #4389 ⌋

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Yeah man I get it I read doujin. I feel you

What media in your childhood was your gateway drug into a genre?

Yes, I think it's more reasonable to recommend Lit than live action porn to someone wanting to read porn.

WKRP's 'Turkey's Away' and 'Who is Gordon Simms'.
Firefly's 'Out of Gas'.
Supernatural's 'Born Under A Bad Sign', 'Hollywood Babylon', 'Caged Heat', 'Tall Tales', 'Mystery Spot', 'Clap Your Hands if You Believe'..... So many.
Buffy's 'The Pack', 'The Wish', 'Tabula Rasa', 'Normal Again', 'Conversations With Dead People'.

I remember those books so fondly.

This, this, this.

My father is my best friend and all around favorite person. We're very close. I can't say I've had any OTPs whose dynamic reminded me overwhelmingly of our dynamic, but I definitely see similarities and resonances sometimes, and that makes sense to me.

I love my dad as a person, so why wouldn't some of his traits be appealing in others? And our relationship makes me feel very loved and understood and heard, so why wouldn't I want a similar dynamic (albeit a non-platonic version) in my OTP?

Exactly!

+100000. Exactly.

So? Being like one of your parents is often part of the joke.

Edited 2019-01-11 00:35 (UTC)

I finally finished a long-term WIP and now I seem to just be in this twilight zone of WANTING TO WRITE SO MUCH and not really having the ...mental energy?
It's so frustrating. I wanted to write so much while the WIP was being slooooooooowly finished, but I felt guilty if i didn't work on it....

And i had all these ideas and snippets of stuff....and now i'm sort of just floundering around. ARRGH.

Here's a snippit, if you like - a Bucky/Steve post-Avengers apocalypse AU that messes with timelines and such (the Winter Soldier made an appearance years earlier, etc.)

"Fuck," he spits, and the word is - that is - that's a good word, that's …. "Scheisse, ублюдок, diu nei lo mo!, he says, panting, feeling a weird sort of impending doom with each curse. But he can, he's allowed, he's a grown man, I can say what I want, damn it, don't be such a putz, Ssss…..

"Fakakta," he mutters, but the fall of the water is drowning him out. It’s drowning out everything, even the constant hum of the lights, the throb of the generator. The water is falling clear, now, strong and steady. He's standing naked in a - fucking - latrine, knife in one shaking hand, too - damn - scared to stick his head under the water.

No.

He moves, deliberately, under the spray. It's warm - warmer than his body, at least - and he swears he can feel each individual drop as it impacts his skin. His now-sodden pants and socks are lumped near the drain, and he pushes them away a little before tipping his head forward and then back, the water pushing his hair away from his face. It feels strange, to be barefoot. To be wet, all over. Strange to feel water coursing over his face-

He snaps his head down, gasping, but the latrine is still empty, the doorway a bright rectangle that shows the deserted corridor and nothing else. He stands there until he's soaked, until his hair is flat to his skull and the water is steaming, humid in his lungs, soothing.

The knife transferred to his metal hand, he crouches down, slowly, stealthily, and reaches for the soap. He snaps the lid open with his thumb after a moment's confusion and then stands up, fast, scanning the room. He’s breathing too hard and too fast; the heat and steam are dizzying.

He lifts the bottle overhead and squeezes; feels the cold, thick gel glop down onto his head, his shoulder, his back, running down. He keeps squeezing until the bottle is crushed, and then he lets it drop. It's squished flat in the middle, the bottom and top still holding some pale-green soap. It bubbles as it slowly reinflates.

He scrubs at his hair with his flesh hand, foam crackling in his fingers. Scrubs the strange, dead-numb edges of skin that disappear under the metal of his arm. Scrubs across his chest and down to his belly, to his thighs, then back up to his neck, his jaw, and chin. A cautious, fast swipe over his face and instantly he's blinking, blinking, his eyes tearing. It hurts.

He tips his head back, letting the water flow over his face, into his half-open eyes, blinking and blinking while his hand continues to scrub. The sting eases, and he jerks his head down. He watches water bounce off the metal of his arm, off the knife; watches foam cascade to the tile, swirling, running in thin lines down the sealed-shut plates of the arm.

He cups between his legs, rubbing; reaches back and then forward again. A little shivery frisson of sensation makes him dart looks wildly around the room, but it goes away, it's fine, he has to get...between his toes, behind his ears (grow potatoes back there, did you even use soap), until he's rubbed and scrubbed and sluiced everywhere. His skin is pinking, the water is so warm, and it's hypnotic, to stand there, as the water falls and falls, rumbling, hissing, numbing-

Edited 2019-01-11 00:31 (UTC)

I'm fine with immortal or long-lived partner/mortal partner(tbh if I think about I think I have a lot of ships like this) but I get the sadness around that aspect of them so I either headcanon a solution or just don't think about it, lol.

In the case of Bilbo/Thorin the secret I like to think of them meeting up again in Valinor somehow(even though it really doesn't gel with Tolkien lore, screw it, Aule's halls connect ~someway and they get to see each other again in the Undying Lands).

People should only want to fuck who they want to fuck, not actually care about each other because that is purely familial and INCESTUOUS.

I'm a different anon, but I also agree that OP can understandably feel kinda icky about having romantic preferences for characters in a way that reminds them of their own parent.

Yeah, this is it!

I have nothing to say to the secret because my tastes are diametrically opposite to the secret-maker's, but..."hobo spidey"?

I'm cackling. Please tell me this pun is deliberate.

Eh, I thought she looked cute.

Profound.

Sure. And no one is saying 'it's wrong to feel icky.' Be grossed out by whatever you want to be grossed out by.

I'm saying 'it's nothing to 'freak out' over,' it's a common thing that happens to people, and doesn't necessarily mean anything significant.

Some anon is finding that objectionable or wrong for reasons I don't understand.

That gif is adorable oh my god

MTE.

"So?" was literally my exact reaction as well. Like, literally, so? How does that make any difference whatsoever?

This is good insight, and I agree.

Maybe not for a relatively new character.

But for other characters/fandoms, you could try 'tentacle sex' on AO3 with rape/non-con warning. Or 'hydra trash party'. Or you could just go with the rape/non-con warning and then search for any specifics within that.

I seem to just be in this twilight zone of WANTING TO WRITE SO MUCH and not really having the ...mental energy?

Yep, this is me after NaNo. I actually finished it and felt so proud of myself and had a million ideas and now I'm just back to my old slump!

I'm not in the fandom but I like your excerpt.

I read Bunnicula and the one that came after this, but this was the one I never got to read because it was checked out at the library! :( Of course, I completely forgot to check back later and never noticed that more books came out.

The book After The First Death by Robert Cormier got me into books that are depressing and downers.

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Bunnicula is awesome!

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