just saw someone’s DNI which listed “people who write NSFW fanfiction about real people without specific permission from that person”. the disclaimer made me burst into laughter because of the implication that someone is out there asking for or granting permission. imagine being som celebrity’s agent and receiving a request for smut-writing clearance. imagine the chaos of a fandom where only one guy has official written permission.
[banner on my website reading World’s Only Officially Sanctioned Beatles Smut but it’s all Paul McCartney/Ringo Starr porn because John and George died before they could be reached for comment]
instead of saying how much you hate how oversexualized and harassed Pedro Pascal is lately and how much you hate rpf and people writing it and how much you don’t like seeing the tiktoks calling him “daddy” going viral and how much you hate when minors like him and how uncomfortable you feel when others write about his body and how much bleach you’re gonna pour onto your eyes, how about you say how much you hate when others express their attraction to him without feeling guilty and/or embarrassed… it’s shorter…
Something about Dani and Jamie, Bill and Frank, love stories cultivated in the heart of horror. Something about finding queer love, gay love, human and fallible and worth cupping hands around and protecting even in the darkest of times. Something about stumbling into your person when you least expect them, when your mind is fixed firmly on pain and survival, and letting their light open you up. Something about choosing to wake up every day and cherish this person, even when it’s hard, even when they’re being broken down right before your eyes. Something about saying “I am marrying you, not in the eyes of others, but in our hearts where it matters—legality be damned”.
Something about gay love being worth all the strawberries, all the moonflowers, all the persistence and the endings chosen on your own terms. Something about that hits me where it counts.
Fuck you, Craig Mazin. Fuck Neil Druckman. Fuck Nick Offerman and Murray Bartlett. Fuck Pedro Pascal. Fuck Nico Parker and Ana Torv. And fuck Bella Ramsey, too. Oh, and fuck you Linda Ronstadt!
Summary: His mind shouldn’t be on the new catechesis teacher as he cleaned the chalice after handing communion. His thoughts shouldn’t be on the young girl he knew for so long as he blessed the congregation and finished mass.
But you were different now. Something in you had changed. “Lord, have mercy on me.”
Word count: +10.9k
Warnings: religion! catholic religion to be precise, a lot A LOT of religious references and undertones (shot every time you find one lmao), age gap (around 15 years, reader is legal), smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, breaking of celibacy vows!, catholic guilt, me making divine metaphors… i think thats it.
A/N: first of all this is all @asta-lily’s fault, she asked why no one had turned this man into a priest and i said “ok ill do it” so i did it, she is to blame. also i wanna say thanks to the pocket wives that encouraged this creation, sorry my loves, this isnt as slutty as yall thought lmao, and thanks to @alliterative-albatross who gave me all the bible verses that shaped this story as well. and i wanna thank the creator of this playlist that i listened over and over while writing this, and yeah, sorry for this monstrosity, love you <3
“So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.”–James 4:12.
Sunday 1.
Like a piece in a puzzle.
That’s how you fit in.
There, sitting in the middle of a ten people polished wood bench, eyes on the four feet tall crucified Jesus on the wall above the altar, ready for the first sermon you were to hear after coming back home.
Home. That was the name.
That church felt like home.
You were enjoying sitting there, among the children you met a couple of hours earlier when you were introduced to them as their new catechesis teacher, breathing in and out the myrrh incense burning and invading the navel and your lungs, filling them with new energy, getting them ready to feel the love that you were sure was about to pour over you.
You heard your name behind you and you turned around to see Mrs. Stevens, one of your mother’s friends waving at you from two rows behind.
“Hi, honey!” she smiled at you and immediately you reciprocated “I heard you were in town, are you staying this time?”
You drowned a chuckle inside your chest and bit your lip, nodding. Just realizing you even had missed the venomous messages hidden behind the kind words mouthed by old catholic moms.
“Yes, Mrs. Stevens, I’m staying this time.” you replied, the woman lifted her hand a bit to the sky and you smirked to her.
Could you do a din djarin x former inquisitor reader? Maybe he finds out when they are saving Grogu from Moff Gideon in season two. I think Din, Bo-Katan, etc reactions would be so interesting!
answered:
Wow! It would be interesting, wouldn’t it?
But no, I don’t think I will. Not only do I not mention requests at all on my blog, but the way this is written is super rude. Not a hi, a please, or a thank you in sight. And it’s so weird because it looks like you’ve dropped this in several inboxes. Maybe you’re new here, but writer shopping is not okay. If you like this idea enough to copy/paste it into the inboxes of multiple writers, it might be worth doing yourself. I know you’re only thinking of your own gratification, but this is a community, and this kind of thing is unacceptable.
And please do some critical thinking as to why. Imagine spending days on something you think someone requested from you because they like the way you do things so much, only to find out they went to fifteen other writers with the same request. It wouldn’t feel super good, would it?
An ounce of empathy and common sense goes a long way.
