Wish I Could Do That

Wish I could do that

“This is what me and the other Dora’s worked on during the first lockdown.”[x]  

Now I like Ron even more. And Lip sure would look hella good playing volleyball shirtless on the beach.

15 Kisses - Part 15

Surprise kiss

The last installment of this drabble series 🙂 You can find the whole thing on AO3 here.

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Contrary to what Nix believes, Ron knows how to be affectionate. It’s a side of him few people get to see and appreciate because he doesn’t trust easily - his parents broke that natural openness in him through years of a cold, unhappy childhood. He learnt to keep his vulnerability hidden. Therefore, Carwood realised early on that their relationship would never be as publicly loving as some others are or, at least, it would take more time to get there. It’s fine, he doesn’t mind. They can still have fun together with their friends even if they sit on completely different sides of a table and don’t share inside jokes every other minute like George and Joe. 

At times, it does get a bit frustrating though. Today, they all went down to the beach as a group - their entire flat, George, Joe and Tab’s current girlfriend. Under the clear blue sky, the water provided soothing relief from the sweltering sunshine, and they spent an hour or so horsing around among the waves,  splashing each other’s faces and interrupting Tab’s attempts to romance his girl. His constant flirting made Carwood jealous. He wanted to touch Ron like that but didn’t dare do it in front of so many people. It was a welcome distraction when they finally got out to play volleyball in the warm sand.

Their teams are quite evenly matched. Dick got Peacock and Tab on his, likely because Ron wanted to challenge him plain as day and called dibs on Carwood, and they got George. It’s a good way to split their group - Peacock’s clumsiness and George’s wandering attention cost about the same number of points, and the chemistry between Dick and Tab is almost enough to balance Ron’s vicious attacks. Meanwhile, Nix, Joe and the girl fawning over Tab sit in the shade, sipping cocktails and smirking behind their sunglasses.

“Joe, you’re supposed to be my cheerleader!” George exclaims when he manages to score for the first time and Joe doesn’t even move a muscle. “Did you at least document this historic moment on film?”

“So am I a cheerleader or a cameraman?” Joe calls back in a flat tone, obediently raising his phone to record the next serve.

“Multitask.” George laughs and, to no one’s surprise, botches the next point.

Nevertheless, their team wins against Dick’s excellent skills. When the ball lands in the sand at the end of the game and kicks that last point in, George crows in joy and skips over to Carwood to give him a double high five. He rushes past Ron too, even dares ruffling Ron’s hair in his boundless excitement, then throws himself down beside Joe to look at the pictures. Nix tells Dick he’d buy him a drink if that helped him get over the sore loss, and Tab starts playing against Peacock one-on-one to impress his girl. Carwood’s cheeks ache from his sunburn and the wideness of his smile. He takes his tank top off and tucks it into the pocket of his swim trunks, craving the cool water again, but he doesn’t even make it to the shade because Ron loops an arm around his neck, pulls him in and presses their lips together.

Ron kisses him in front of everyone, outside, in the open, as if they’ve done this a thousand times before.

“Oh, wow.” George coughs when Ron strokes his hand down Carwood’s bare chest as he pulls away. 

They are all shocked, even those who knew, even Carwood himself, but Ron pays them no mind. He points at Dick and gives him a toothy, ferocious grin. 

“Winters, ready for a rematch?”

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Makes me proud to call myself a feminist.

“We have to free half of the human race, the women, so that they can help to free the other half.” ➼ Emmaline Pankhurst

A BRIEF HISTORY (AND POSSIBLE FUTURE) OF FEMINISM

Ships as horror movies

Because I love horror. Naturally, read further at your own risk, all warnings apply:

Winnix - Body horror

A tale about helplessly witnessing a loved one to succumb to a transformation, if from Dick’s PoV

A tale about being infested with something foreign that slowly takes you over and destroys your humanity, if from Nix’s PoV

Horror comes from within. Your own body is your enemy.

Nix has fought it for so long, keeping it at bay and keeping himself together.

But now he’s reached his breaking point. He’s too tired.

Something lives inside him; something alien, something inhuman, and it’s growing, it’s taking over and slowly growing from inside out, and no matter how much he fights it, he can’t stop it.

Dick tries to help, but he can’t.

No matter how much he cares and wants to help, he doesn’t know what he’s up against. He can’t see it, he can’t reach it, and he’s powerless to stop it.

He is also afraid. The man he knows and loves is slipping away from him, he’s losing him piece by piece as the person he was is twisted and turned into something else.

It is painful. It is dirty. It is disgusting. It is hard to watch.

It’s also private and intimate. This tragedy is for the two of them. It’s the slow destruction of not only one person, but his relationship.

The thing Nix is turning to may be a monster of some sort (pick your location: woods for a werewolf, beach for a merman), or perhaps it’s a disease that rots him until he’s just a walking corpse. In any case, his humanity will be gone.

How long will love keep you from screaming in disgust and terror?

How deep can loss cut you?

Speirton - Slasher

Someone here is a killer. But who???

A secluded location, a group of friends and aquitances, no way out…

…and then the murders start. Gruesome, horrible, bloody murders, when the people get picked off one by one.

Ron is a killer who’s looking for the one who will complete him: his final girl.

Or boy. Because Carwood is the perfect mix of pure and strong, someone whose animal instinct Ron just craves to see awakened.

It’s a story about twisted love and obsession, and how everyone else around lovers becomes expendable meat in the elaborate game of survival.

Our hero has been seduced, played, and finally betrayed when his lover turns out to be the killer who just wants to take the game of survival to the extreme with him.

There’s going to be obscene violence and murders, and moments of tender comfort and encouragement that will really punch you in the gut when you realize what Ron is really up to

But it’s just love. Running through the woods makes your heart race. Struggling with a killer makes your blood pump. Torture is just physical act of emotion taken to an extreme. Pain and pleasure are so close to each other, aren’t  they?

Every killer needs the one victim who’s heroic, pure and willing to fight. Otherwise, what’s even the point?

Who doesn’t want to feel completed, after all?

BabeRoe - Cult/Possession

 Strange things happen in the deep dark depth of the swamp

People who haven’t much left their home have their own ways of doing things, their own traditions, their own… rituals.

It’s all really normal, if you just take a glance at it. If you’re an outsider, you’ll just pass through and that’s it, or maybe you won’t venture far enough from the town in the first place.

For Gene though, it’s home. Home he can never leave.

There are local businesses, bars and a school, but they are not quite right.

There are friendly neighbors, but they are not quite right.

There’s a church, but it’s not quite right.

Poor Babe had no idea what it meant to meet Gene’s family.

But it’s time.

Sooner or later, It needs to be fed.

This is a tale about a cult that has formed because a local spiritual leader was corrupted. An unholy creature has cursed an entire community and now feeds on their worship - and souls.

Gene has been demanded a sacrifice, and he planned to delived. Only, Babe earned his affections for real, and together they are willing to fight the unholy and defy the community.

Well… “Fight”. Or maybe just run. Perhaps only survive. Or maybe just die with their souls still theirs.

You can’t set the bar too high. After all, the swamps are dark and deep, and it’s so very easy to get lost.

Webgott - Creature Feature

The most unlikely team is out on a hunt for a Creature.

Web the scientist is naive, passionate and wants to study it.

Joe who’s accompanying him as a technician/driver/muscle/common sense doesn’t believe in monsters, but if he did, he’d hunt it.

Their small expedition ventures deep into the ocean, so deep there’s no light, but they do find grand underwater structures of a sunken city, just like their mysterious sources said they would.

(That, or a graveyard of ships. Either way, a maze of a location more interesting than just empty water, and that is hauntingly beautiful to look at.)

The Creature is real! Oh no!

The Creature is also not at all what they thought. It’s not an animal. It is smart, it is powerful, it is ancient, and it is terrifying beyond comprehension, and it hungers.

It is dangerous, it is mysterious, and it is Evil. And it wants something horrible.

It wants them for food, it wants to kill for fun, and it wants them for hosts of its offspring.

Selection of monster grossness: Slime, eggs, parasites. Maybe mindcontrol for extra terror and to really push that “the evil will corrupt and violate you in every way” angle.

Web wanted to study and understand It, so he’s the one who succumbs to its lure. He has to be rescued.

It’s not only the creature that’s terrifying, though. It’s the deep waters, the silent ocean, the oxygen tank that might run out or leak, everything else that lurks in the deep dark depths, and the crushing pressure of cold, unforgiving water.

How many will reach the surface, see the sun and breath fresh air again?

OH MY GOOOOOD!!! FUCK YES! Feeling a million times more motivated by this. And they all look so happy!

Finally a motivation video without fitness models, but with ordinary girls!

Good to know I'm not alone. Also: hearing these embarrassing moments makes it clear that it's only a big thing for myself, not the person I spoke to.

been howling at these for half an hour