#( scott: lemme fix that )

[rainpelt25]

Absolutely insane about western AU scones rn,,

Like Bones lives on a ranch with the whole enterprise crew and suddenly a train breaks down nearby with a very handsome enigneer!!! Oh nooooo!! 😍 noooooooo omg that's so too baddd 😍 and so they offer him a place to stay while he repairs it and they fall in LOVE uhg I love these little nerds

Very much inspired by @/busterkeatonholic adorable post with the same concept!! I see it every time I look at the scones tag it's sooo cuteeeeee!!

[meltingelvencookies]

sequel to this post!!! CSM!Scott as Makima!!!!

granted, i have never watched, nor plan to watch csm, but i from what i've seen and heard, scott would be a good fit

[wxspish]

@particlexxdealer offers to massage receiver's shoulders and/or upper back.

accepting || from here

Hope melted quickly into Scott's touch, head lolling gently forward and a deep sigh of appreciation flowing through her lips.

"God," she hummed. "That feels fantastic. What have I done to deserve such a special treat?"

[lil-frenchfri77]

Begin Again Chapter 2

Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?

Authors note: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! I am actually so freaking excited that so many people liked the first chapter. When I posted this I never thought that I would be getting any kind of traction or reads but the 20 people that liked my first chapter are really making me feel good about myself and my writing skills. I don't know how consistent my chapter updating will be I have a really hard time with sticking to things but the enthusiasm i'm feeling after posting for the first time is really making my productivity flow.

Not beta read, lemme know If there are any egregious spelling or grammar errors and I will 100% go back and fix it

Word count: 1.8k

Embry Call x Fem!Swan!Reader x Quil Ateara

Slight Stiles Stlinski x Reader

Chapter 1 | Master list | Chapter 3

For the next two weeks your routine is almost exactly the same. You meet Scott and Stiles by your locker every morning and sit with their friends at lunch. It is such a crazy thing to think that if you had gotten to school any later that day then you would have never met them. And looking back, you can’t imagine not being friends with them now. They were filling the void that Embry and Quil had left in your heart. 

Your life was looking up and you were doing great, even Bella seemed to be doing better. She was hanging out with you and Jacob, and had even started going out with some of the kids from school. You and Stiles were getting closer to each other too. You spent most of your time in class, the ones you shared, talking to him and goofing off. You both had gotten in trouble a few times but that didn't deter you from talking. Like now. 

“Hey, so I was thinking about going into town this weekend, I need to do some clothes shopping and I was wondering, if perhaps, you’re free?” You had been meaning to ask him for the past few days but you had only now just worked up the courage. It was the first time you would be spending any time together outside of school and you were nervous. 

“Oh, uhh. Yeah totally!” His response was almost instant and the way that his cheeks turned a light pink told you that he didn't mean to answer you that fast. “Um, I mean, Yeah. I’m down to go with you.” Stiles blushed even harder and then turned forward to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. 

“Okay, cool. I’ll come pick you up around noon on Saturday?” 

“That’s good.” That was the end of the conversation. It seemed he was too caught up in the fact that you had asked him out to remember to talk to you for the rest of class. 

After school that day Jacob was leaning on your car, waiting for you to come out. He had been doing this a lot lately, waiting for you to get out of school so he could get a ride from you back to the reservation. Which didn’t really make sense to you but you figured if he liked doing this then why change it. 

“You will never guess what I did today.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you got close enough to him. You couldn't wait to tell him about your hang out with Stiles on Saturday. “I asked Stiles on a date and he said yes!” You couldn't contain your excitement.  It was too hard to give him the time to guess what you did so you decided to just tell him. 

“Wow, that's a big step for you.” Jacob smiled, glad to see you happy. He knew that after the last few months you had that you deserved all the happiness you could get. “When are you going? Your sister asked me to go to the movies with her and this Mike guy on Sunday night and I really don't want to have to deal with it all alone.” 

“Well, we’re hanging out Saturday afternoon so I'm totally free to go with you guys on Sunday.” Jacob had had a crush on Bella for as long as you could remember, but you knew that he didn't want to be stuck in an awkward situation with her and some other guy. 

“Sooooo?” Stiles drawled, “what exactly are we looking for? Or what exactly are you looking for?” You two had been out for about 2 hours now and so far all you had found was a puffy green jacket and a pair of fluffy brown socks, which you only bought because they matched Stiles eyes. 

“I don’t know yet. I guess I'll know when I see it.” Your reply was nonchalant but you knew exactly what you were looking for. You just didn't want to let him know before you actually found it. Last week when you and your dad were in town you had seen a book that Stiles had been talking about religiously and with his birthday coming up you thought it would be the perfect gift. 

“Do you want to grab lunch too or do you want to just eat at my house?” you ask him, not seeing the way he turns to look at you with heart eyes. 

“We can go to the diner after you're done shopping.” He suggests. 

“Yea totally.” 

That’s when you heard it, the loud rumble of laughter from a group of boys at the other end of the street. You both looked up to where the noise came from. A slight gasp came from your parted lips as you saw Quil and Embry play fighting with the other boys from Sam’s group. Your face dropped as the two boys seemed to look up in unison and lock eyes with you. 

“Do you know them? They look like they know you.” Stiles asked, looking over at you to see you in some kind of trance staring at them. “Hey, y/n/n? Are you okay?” 

That seemed to snap you out of whatever daze you were stuck in. You looked away from them and back to Stiles before nodding and grabbing his hand to drag him into the nearest building. Which happened to be the bookstore you were looking for in the first place. 

“Sorry about that, they were just some old friends of mine. We don't really talk anymore and I haven’t seen them in some time so it was kind of shocking.” The apology spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it but that make it untrue. It was hard seeing them like that, happy and having fun when they left you feeling the way that they did. But you also couldn't help feeling a sort of resentment at them. 

“Nah it’s alright.” He dismissed taking a look around the bookstore. You had completely forgotten why you were in this store for a second, but when you remembered you had to hurry and spot the book before he could. 

Luckily you were able to find it and discreetly buy it while he looked around the store and grabbed a few things off the shelfs. When he was done checking out you slipped your hand into his, locked fingers, and led him out of the store. 

They had never felt like this before. As they locked eyes with you they saw their future flash before their eyes. You, Embry, Quil, and a happy little family. The euphoria and sense of calm that washed over them as they saw all of this was the most exquisite feeling either of the boys had ever felt. It was like nothing they had ever experienced and they had an inkling that they would never feel it again without you. 

When they watched you grab that boy's hand and run off it was like their entire world came crashing down. Their hearts, now beating in unison, felt like they were cracking. Before they could ever have you, you were gone and with someone else. Embry looked away first, face crumbling under the weight of these newfound emotions. He had never felt anything so fast, and to have it all ripped away from him so suddenly felt like a knife right into his soul. 

Quill was no better. The two boys had always shared everything growing up, they were the closest to each other of all the pack members. So it made sense that they would imprint on the same girl. And of course that girl would be their childhood best friend. The same girl they pinned after for years before turning for the first time and never speaking to her again. It was the hardest thing they ever had to do, and now, because of their actions, they were reaping the consequences. 

The dejection and rejection they were feeling was amplified by each other, every emotion coursing through their veins heightened by what the other was feeling. They wanted to whine and curl up into a ball at your feet and beg you to forgive them for the rest of their lives if that's what it took to make it up to you. 

It seemed as though the other boys around them knew not to say anything. No teasing remarks or mocking jabs were taken at the expense of the boys. All of them could sense that Embry and Quil had just imprinted on you. Everyone saw the way that you ran off like the sight of them would burn you if you looked for too long. 

“Come on, I think it’s time to head back.” it was Sam who spoke up. Always the one to take charge and take the lead in situations where no one knew what to do. But even now, he was struggling to find the right words to say or the right actions to take that could help these boys. He had never heard of an imprintee rejecting their mate. 

“No, but, we should go talk to her.” Embry whined out. Just the thought of leaving you behind after just finding out that he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with you sounded like agony. He would rather never be able to shift again than leave without you. 

“I think it's pretty clear that she doesn’t want to talk to either of you right now. Give it time. Think about how you want to approach her, what you’ll say. Right now is not the time or place for any of this, especially after that reaction.” Sam reasoned. He knew that getting everyone back to the pack house right now was his only option. He couldn't let Quil or Embry do something stupid and impulsive that could put people in danger. 

Everyone could see the way that the two boys hesitated to do what Sam asked. The longing and desire to be with you, so present in their eyes that they were waiting for something to happen. So Sam did the only reasonable thing he could think to do in that moment, and he commanded everyone to head back to the pack house at that instant. 

Begrudgingly Embry and Quil did as they were told and turned around to head back to the house. Looking back every so often, while the shop you had disappeared into was still in sight, to see if they could catch another glimpse of you through the windows or see you leaving. Just as the shop was about to disappear from their view the door gently swung open and you walked out laughing, head thrown back and a hand on your stomach as you full body cackled at whatever the mystery boy you were with voiced. Said boy, who was holding your other hand as he exited the building after you.

It tore their hearts even further in two. So with their tails, real and figurative, tucked between their legs they made their way back. Heads hung low and spirits completely drained.

What had started out as a normal Saturday had officially become one of the worst days of their lives.

[jaymber]

I connected the dots! (a.k.a. I'm autistic and "meta" isn't enough)

Okay, okay! I get the whole anchor-being thingy being a metaphor for the X-Men franchise falling apart since Jackman's retirement as Wolverine, but.... I'm autistic and had to look at it too deeply !

I came with this conclusion that solve most questions regarding D&W's main plot!

Ooookay, maybe I need to explain it further....

So, the main questions I had/heard after watching D&W were :

Why would Logan's death in 2029 affect Wade's timeline in 2024 ?

So, first thing first : Logan (2017) isn't set in the same universe as the rest of the X-Men franchise. It's set on Earth-17315, though it's unclear which events differ from Deadpool's universe (Earth-TRN414).

The anchor being residing in a different universe means all the movies we saw, except for Logan (2017), were NOT main timelines, but branches.

When Mr. Paradox talked about pruning Deadpool's universe, he meant cutting down the whole tree, every universe derived from Logan (2017)'s timeline. The "trunk" slowly withering, all the "branches" will slowly die with it, including Deadpool's universe.

Yeah, but it's the future...

Actually, the notions of past, present, and future don't mean the same thing from one universe to the next. One example would be Logan from Earth-21923 (a.k.a. Old Man Logan), who fought the War of 1812 (despite most Logan variants being born in the 1880's) :

[ Source : Old Man Logan (2016) #21 ]

Meaning, who's to say when year zero of each universe starts. 2029 doesn't mean anything... It doesn't matter when the anchor being died, he just isn't here anymore at the time of Wade's present.

Logan (2017) is a different universe, okay... So, why didn't Wade go to his timeline's Logan for help ?

I don't have a 100% irrefutable answer here, but...

a) It's Deadpool, who's just traveled to another universe (Logan (2017)'s) and might've wanted to check out other universes ;

b) Logan from Earth-TRN414 is already gone. Logan has died a bunch of times on Earth-616. For example, in the OG Infinity Gauntlet event, Wolverine died by Thanos' hands.

[ Source : Infinity Gauntlet (1991) #4 ]

c) Deadpool has messed with the timeline of Earth-10005 (the Fox X-Men Universe up to the Events of Days of the Future Past) by killing a variant of himself. We can't say how that affected Earth-10005, from which Logan from Wade's universe is originally from... Lemme explain myself here by answering another question :

Are there two Logans and two Lauras in Wade's timeline now ?

Applying the logic of the other movies, no. The Worst Wolverine and Laura (Earth-17315) replaced the ones from Earth-TRN414, if there were still/already existing.

In Days of the Future Past, Logan (Earth-10005) wakes up on Earth-TRN414, an universe where Scott and Jean didn't die. He only remembers the events from his universe, but every other person remembers their version of Logan. By changing the past, Logan didn't fix his timeline, but made his universe (Earth-10005) disappear in favor of another (Earth-TRN414).

Linking this to my previous point : Logan from Earth-TRN414 has been overwritten by a variant from Earth-10005, the same Logan that Deadpool interacted with in the end of Deadpool 2. Butterfly effect, etc. Either the Worst Wolverine erased Logan, or Logan was already gone, and the Worst Wolverine "filled the spot".

Again, I *know* there's a meta explanation about the X-Men & Co. universe revolving around Wolverine (even more so now that they got Dafne Keen as well to take over the role until she's herself 90 or something), but my brain needed a diegetic answer to my questions 😅

[piningpercussionist]

Am I? Uh... remind me to tell Hollie to check her stash, then.

*Kim gives a small laugh, hoping it's a believable excuse. She turns her eyes down to the book, trying to focus on the words in front of her. Her eyes keep drifting over to the plush though, distracted.*

You're good...

well i snuck onto the car so joseph mightive not noticed i was here..

(and yes they are a plush but they believe they are human)

- 🧸

With how he's driving? Probably not...

I guess if you want to stay up here I could try and get some extra length into the belt for you? Otherwise, maybe just... hang on? Tightly?

[lotsofsq]

For Mr. Benedict and S.Q.!! Hope you're having an amazing day <3

3. A song that reminds me of them

7. A quote of them that you remember

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

OOO good ones! i’m having a pretty great day!

3: songs!!

lemme just look in my trusty-dusty tmbs playlist,, For Mr B Put it to the test by they might be giants!

For SQ (i have sooo many ill pick two) Misery Meat by Sodikken I MEAN come on i have to, and Time of My Life by penelope scott, i just love it, the devotion.

7: quote i remember

“and yet we look rather alike” mr benedict how does it feel to be the funniest man alive. i’m also a big fan of “if i brained myself on a bookcase, number two would never let me live it down” i use brained in this context all the time now it’s so funny

“it’s alright! you can still be alright! i’ll help you just jump down!” SQ this KILLS ME!! the use of alright, the fact he so genuine wants to help mr curtain, everything about it is just so good.

18: how i think they were as kids

for mr benedict we know how he was as a young kid so i’m saying how i think he was as an older kid! i think he would have really bloomed into his own, using his talents to help people and taking the other kids under his wings. still very mischievous and enjoys a little mystery and flair but less secretive.

for sq i think he was a very happy child, and a tough cookie, the kind of kid that gets right back up after being knocked down. i imagine he was quite intelligent, he did become a messenger after all. but just so optimistic and bright. yeah *dying inside*

26: the most themselves

for Mr Benedict i think he’s very true to himself in most moments, so this was more difficult. maybe in EE it’s when he is going absolutely crazy that night when he comes back and fixes all the stuff. and in the main series it’s probably when he wholeheartedly and genuinely congratulates constance for her victory against the whisperer in book 1

for sq i think it’s the moments after he is told his memories have been erased, he’s fully come into himself, he’s quicker, faster, and deeply understanding what’s going on around him. some honorable mentions are the clever note for the door code, and the moment with the kids where they talk to him by talking to eachother. in both he has a cleverness that is apparent even if it’s being stifled.

[jungle-angel]

The One Where They Go To Florida: Part 5 (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: There are just some things you never wanna do with a grapefruit......or do you??

Warnings: References to smut, obscene acts with a grapefruit etc.

Tagging: @callmemana @floydsmuse @attapullman

Rhett stumbled down the stairs of the beach house, hungover as hell as the bright Florida sunshine spilled through the windows. The first rager of spring break was already over but that didn't mean the hangovers weren't.

He stumbled into the kitchen to find you, Cairo and a few of the girls making your famous hangover breakfasts, the heady aroma of Dunkin Donuts coffee filling the kitchen along with bacon, eggs, sausages, cheese, pancakes and toast.

"Mornin cowboy," you chirped, handing him a fresh coffee.

"Mornin baby," Rhett croaked, kissing your cheek. "Any of them other idiots comin down?"

"Foster was the only one up, he's out fixing Kelso's little mailbox fiasco," Cairo told him, plating a pair of freshly made sunny-side-up eggs.

"Who grilled the steaks?"

"Sammy did," you answered. "Guy's a natural. He said he learned it from watchin his grandpa work the hibachi in his restaurant."

Cairo turned up the volume just a little, mumbling along to Shania Twain's "Man, I feel like a woman" as you cooked away in the kitchen. Pretty soon more of the idiots came stumbling out of their hiding places to come and eat.

"I've gotta close the screen and it's gon' sound like a gunshot," Bo announced.

"C'mon man not so loud," Woody Williamson told him, burying his face in his hands once Bo shut the door.

"I made Bloody Marys ya'll!" Cairo happily announced.

"You kiddin?" Harry Reagan said to him, his full Boston starting to show as he pushed his floppy blonde hair out of his face. "I've got an ungodly hangovuh and the last thing I wanna do is fuckin drink."

"Oh please, Harry," Cairo retorted. "My Nan used to make these all the time when my family would party. So drink up honeys, ya'll are gonna need it."

Everybody dug into their breakfasts, letting it soak up all the alcohol from the night before. Yet poor Oliver Scott seemed to have been the only one who hadn't had any real or exciting escapades to tell from the night before.

"Olivuh I'm shore it's not a big deal," Harry told him with a mouthful of half-chewed toast. "Everybody's first time sucks."

"Yeah man I didn't make it with a girl till I was a sophomore," Woody told him.

"I don't get it though," Oliver mused. "I don't know if it was just me or the booze but I just couldn't do it."

"Maybe she wasn't as much of a babe in the sack as ya'll thought she was," Rhett theorized.

"Maybe she was a prude," Sammy Inoue thought out loud as he buttered his toast with the runny egg yolk.

"I dunno," Oliver sighed. "Maybe I missed something in the sex manual."

"Did you study the chapter on Grapefruiting?" Cairo asked, seating himself next to Foster with a mimosa in his hand.

The table was dead silent, everyone scrunching their eyebrows together as they turned to Cairo. "Pahdon my ignorance, but what in the fuck is grapefruiting?" Harry asked him.

"Oh my gosh you don't know?" Cairo questioned, his jaw dropping with bemusement. "Oooh ok, lemme give ya'll a little sex ed lesson. Everybody pay attention because this will be on the test later, yes? Ok."

Everyone, yourself included listened with intent as Cairo took a grapefruit and a banana from the center of the table and the knife near his plate.

"Ok so what you do," he explained, cutting the ends off the grapefruit. "Is you take the grapefruit, cut off the ends like so.......and then, you fit it around the penis so that it's comfortable. Make sure you're hard, not limp, obviously....."

Everyone was trying with all their willpower not to laugh, hiding their mouths behind their hands or biting their lips as Cairo began fitting the grapefruit around the banana.

"Just as a word of warning though," he continued. "Be really, really careful because there is a chance you could get the juice in the urethra and believe me, it's like peeing fire. So anywho.......once comfortably fitted, your partner can start goin to town on it, like so....."

Jaws hit the floor as soon as Cairo began going to town on it. Sure many of the boys had seen very well done oral sex acts, but nothing compared to seeing it from Cairo himself.

"You also wanna push your partner's head in just a little," Cairo explained once he quickly released the banana from his mouth. "If they make some coughing and gagging noises, it means you're doing something right....."

He kept at it, the other Delta Taus and their girls trying to keep straight faces and failing miserably. Finally, Cairo was done, much to their relief.

"Now remember guys," he informed them. "You never......NEVER......wanna try this with a pineapple."

A few of the guys busted out laughing but Cairo was more than pleased with himself.

"How much ya'll wanna bet that Kelso fucks this up later?" Rhett asked Kayce.

"I'm not bettin anything bro," Kayce chuckled. "I had to spend my last twenty bucks at the corner store getting a keg the other day."

[idontknowreallywhy]

🍄🤡💾

🍄 Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of ____ + _____ = _______

“Small Enthusiastic Tracy + Uncle Virgil Getting Carried Away = Glitterpocalypse”  

💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Hahaha “Final straight” - hilariously I titled it that when I thought the thing would be at least ten chapters less than it has turned out to be so I’ve been on that “Final Straight” since… um… May…

🤡 How many Wips are you actively working on?

Uhhhh *rubs back of neck* soooo it depends how you define “actively” but assuming we say it means I have at least half a plan for it and a decent chunk written (albeit not chronologically, let’s not kid ourselves here) … hmm lemme figure this out…

(Under the cut for rambling and links)

The big boys (2)

Resurface My Earth & Sky magnum opus (so so close to finishing this beastie now and I am so very proud of it)

Estera - my co-written mad sprawling razorfluff Scott-finds-a-friend-and-they-help-each-other-to-live universe… with parts for possibly two sequel fics which I may never use but I keep adding to them so… active… I’ll call it one WIP tho (at risk of @sofasurf locking me up because I keep trying to leap down plot rabbit holes). This one takes up a significant proportion of my brain in daily life, her back story, how that interweaves with Scott’s and their future story is vastly detailed now but will probably mostly not see the light of day. OC fics are never the best at getting engagement with people so I guess time would be better spent on others, maybe, but I’m inherently hopeless at writing the stuff I think I should be and so… yeah, I just love this story and how the two of them interact and the rest of the Tracys’ eyeview on it all (inc EOS, especially EOS) and I actually reread it a fair amount… your primary target audience is yourself, right?

Currently small but could easily get big:

Unnamed Wingman Ash story - so many notes and bits of prose and IDEAS. Constantly at the top of my “last updated” note files but other than posting some random snippets I haven’t actually worked out how to Start that one yet…

Octopus House - teeny adhd Scott at school

Red - the Alan & Havoc one

Shorter ones that should be easily finished off AND YET…

Play it Out - 3/4 just lacking that final chapter to fix what I broke

Sparkly cockroaches - a one-shot gift fic that I’ve been poking at for over a year 😏 whatever state it is in when I finally post it, it will not have been worth the wait but would be good to finish this at some point. Maybe before the second anniversary of the gift date 🙄

Fathers Day - 3/4 chapters done, 4th on its way slowly. Dad!Scott and the Tinies.

An Eyebrow-razing incident - 3/4 done, just gotta do the deed and raze those brows. Because I am a terrible, terrible human.

FishTanked-Up - 2/? I’ve got a morning-after chunk in draft but I have my doubts about them getting to the gallery. Also they might have accidentally adopted Juan… which could complicate things.

Music is Everything 4/? - my first ever TAG fic and although I haven’t made any progress on the finale in a while, I absolutely intend to finish it because it was my first. I might just have to rewrite half of it before that…

Misc insanity

A Very Silly Christmas Fic - the fic that confirmed I have no control over where a supposedly one-shot goes 🙄 Also ACTUAL ICELANDIC volcano erupted and made my crack Hrómundartinhurmindur fic a bit weird. Maybe I’ll finish it in time for this Christmas…

So… if we just count those and ignore the snippety / bullet points / too many exclamation marks plot bunnies then… twelve? That’s actually not as bad as I thought…

[cyarskj1899]

meagan good is such a lewser ho. she really saw a man getting charged with domestic abuse and said “yeah lemme stick beside that” and is still with him after he was found guilty. This video is her in a nutshell stand up bitch omg.

The fact that Johnathan can fix his mouth and say anything of meagan holding him down like an corretta isn’t a joke or parody is so 2024. If you know the bs Mrs. Coretta Scott King went through because of (alleged) Dr. King’s indiscretions (with a white woman) you’d understand just how cringe this quote is.

Lock him up. Whatever he was accused and found guilty of doing, He did it.

And no! I will not accept the Meagan is being a “good Black woman holding him down” trope. If being used as a PR rag to wipe away the guilt and sin of someone is being a good Black woman…Why would you risk your own career and success for someone else’s fuck up let alone fall in love with them?

[shnowbilicat]

You are allowed to block people.

This is something I had to learn the hard way, but I hope this experience is something we all can learn from.

In the past I was never someone who blocked people, I saw them as actual people who had some sort of connection I didn't want to lose. It also didn't help that I was terrified I did something horribly wrong when someone ignored or blocked me without saying anything.

But in the last year or so I learned to suck it up and put on my big boi pants to cut someone out of my life who really stretched what a 'friend' is.

To set the scene, this person send me message over DA and we came to talking. They were interested in my FNAF AU and I happily told them about it. And their first red flag was that they were REALLY interested in Rick and Keith, like, they ACTUALLY had a crush on them.

It didn't continue any better; while they were nice and all, they constantly asked for my attention, lowkey insinuated that they knew better about everything (Like how to fix FNAF and wanted to get into contact with Scott, or what EXACTLY an alternative or parallel universe was irl wtff), wanting me to draw them art a la 'nudge nudge wink wink' and basically wanting me to get into the stuff they were in.

It was EXHAUSTING. The constant contact with them was draining me so much, them ignoring my 'no thank you's and making me uncomfortable with some things they wanted to talk about. It eventually hit a breaking point where I finally agreed to a 'romance RP' between Rick and their (very obvious self insert) OC. It all crashed down on me when I realized that I've lost the ability to RP with anybody else and how much this person really messed my life up. I was a huge doormat not putting down my foot or saying a clear no, so I decided to be clear with them then and there (Granted, they told me they needed others to be 100% direct to them for them to understand)

So, what did they do in response? Threw everything back at me, how horrible their own life was and demanding I would never do something like that again and not tell anybody else about this. It broke me completely, something like this has not happened in the last 10 years and I felt like a failure of a human being to hurt someone else so deep-

... and then I realized I barely knew this person. Sure, my pages are silent af and I LOVE engagement, but not like this. There are millions of people on this planet and if one of those just refuses to be a true friend then I ain't fighting for it.

So, one last try to talk to them calmly about what my issues are- oh? You call me a parasite cuz I wanted space from you and for you to stop drooling over my bby bois? Blocked. Everywhere.

And lemme tell ya ... after so many sleepless nights it was so amazing to have silence, to not stress about anything and slowly regaining comfort in my characters and my AUs. I'm still not fully there, but yeah, no, this taught me to speak up earlier, be more assertive and not be a doormat to someone who clearly just wanted to use my good nature for their own benefit.

SO! Don't be afraid to block people, especially when they make you uncomfortable af or drain you. It's better for your own wellbeing.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk and stay safe and healthy everybody 💜

[tubborucho]

Trick or treat :3

TREAT OF QUOTES IDC ITS NOWVEMBER NOW

“Trust me, dude. I want to find the suck. I just… I can’t” Ohmwreker

“It’s hard being a diplomat like that, people don’t really think it is but it did but it do you know” Smii7y

“I am being gaslit, and theres no girlbossing going on, lemme tell you that much” Jack

"I've seen all the bugs. I actually make the bugs” CJ, one of the Phasmophobia developers

“Ghosts have urinated on the table” George

“I am going to play only copirated music this stream, because what if I will get DMCAed on Twitch during Twitchcon, that would be funny” Tommy

“I am gonna say it now, I am not at all sexually involved with this race” Wilbur

“Wilbur, say it with me: I love anal!” Tommy

“You are not cringe, you are an inconvenience” Tubbo

“You are just words, but you are wonderful words” Wilbur

“Phil, when I look at you, I think of you as a bit of a bottom guy” Wilbur

“Even in death I’m mega handsome” Grian

“I believed in the heart of the cards and the heart of cards KILLED ME” Grian

“The only rating system that matters is what tier you are in Scott Smajor’s head” Seapeekay

“Americans all they do is see a crime, think it’s probably a lag and walk away” Tommy

“No memes, just suffering” CJ

“I have a disclaimer, it fixes everything” Antfrost

“Superheroes don’t die in earthquakes” Sophie

“Phil, you pin me as a kind of person to own a Ferrari” Tubbo

“As long as we have the same fashion sense, it equals skills” Tubbo

“To be fair, I am all for some good bullying, if we are getting this kind of results” Tubbo

“In my mind I just think: ‘Man, I hope this organic. Only sinners eat not organic carrots’” Tubbo

“I am like a fish out of water, but the water is a Dodgeball arena” Wilbur

“Philza Minecraft! God, you look not a day over ninety” Tubbo

“I am going to get addicted to this game and I am not happy about it. But that is life” Tubbo

[buckybarnesdiaries]

please

© @captaincentenarian

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

word count: 1.2k

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! sub!bucky (more or less), handjob, mention of bodily fluids, praise!kink, language, cockwarming.

author notes: this isn't proofread, sorry for possible mistakes. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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[shurisneakers]

harmless (ii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, stealing cultural landmarks, frustrated bucky

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: made a header 4 this fic but i couldn’t take it seriously enough <3 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! it’s always fun to hear from y’all. 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

It’s roughly a week before he sees you next.

Right on time too, according to the briefings he had received. Once a week you’d come up with your next batshit crazy idea and someone would be sent to make sure you didn’t execute it.

It was more of a babysitting gig than anything. Most people would do one, maybe two assignments before asking to not be sent again. 

He was not most people. He volunteers to go again. His afternoon is relatively free and he’s bored. 

Also, and more importantly, he needs to get out of the house before Sam finds out what he did.

“You’ll find her near the Statue of Liberty.”

“How do we know?”

“Oh, she tells us.”

“...she tells us where to find her?”

“Most times, yes. She says it’s time efficient.”

Absurd. He thinks you’re absurd.

Bucky finds you in line to board the ferry. You’re dressed to the nines like an obnoxious tourist, even though you were a local, topped with binoculars and a bucket hat. 

On an unrelated note, he thinks that maybe the mission today is to kill you for daring to wear sandals with socks like a suburban dad. A shudder runs through his body when he sees it.  

He’s wearing all black and a baseball cap. Somehow he’s standing out more than you are.

He boards the ferry behind you, keeping a close eye on all your movements. You take your place near the railing, a seat near the front of the boat. 

His phone rings. He answers it, expecting Sam to screech at him for painting Redwing neon pink again. He should have known it was coming after he shoved Bucky off the quinjet before he had time to strap his parachute on properly. 

“I thought I told you to bring a cape.” 

He quickly looks up at you but you’re not facing him. You have your phone held up to your ear, however.

“How did you get this number?” he asks icily.

“I knew you’d show up again.” Your head tilts to look at the statue in the distance. “Also, thanks for the door money, but I’m not sure I appreciate how you think the least creepy way to give someone money is to drop it off anonymously at their doorstep.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He swiftly gets up, stalking over to where you’re sitting. He was advised not to do anything aggressive. Advised was a flexible word. 

“Because I wasn’t going to answer it.” You look up at his figure looming over you. “Oh, hey.”

The phone is still pressed to the side of your face even though he’s right beside you. He cuts the call, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Allow me to introduce my pl-”

“What are you doing here?” He cuts to the chase. 

You send him a glare. “I was going to say it before you told me to. And sit down before everyone thinks you’re going to kill me.”

“Why are you going there?” He doesn’t have time for this, he thinks. He has important things to do. Like watching the reruns of Masterchef Junior. 

He sits in the seat beside you.

“Look at us.” You grin at him. “Me with the evilest outfit I could think of, you with your... Addams Family cosplay. We’re like, two peas in a po-”

“Start explaining,” he interjects. 

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to shrink the Statue of Liberty and use it as a keychain.”

“What?” It’s probably the most benign plan he’s ever heard in his life.

“I’m kidding.” Oh, good. “I’m not using it as a keychain, I’m taking it to class.” Nevermind. 

“What?” He finds himself repeating his previous question.

“I’m shrinking all the statues I can find. I want to use it in my classroom to teach the kids.”

“You’re... a teacher?” He blinks.

“You got a problem with that?” You look offended, to say the least. 

“No.” It’s not what he would peg your occupation as. He didn’t think you had one at all. “How are you planning on shrinking it?”

You rummage through the ugliest fanny pack he has ever had the misfortune of seeing. You pull out a small ring box, complete with a bow tied neatly on top. 

“I was saving this for our third anniversary, but-” you offer him a nervous laugh.

His stony expression doesn’t change, not even a blink. 

“Fine, Jesus, you’re no fun,” you huff, dropping the emotional act when he doesn’t look amused. 

You flip open the lid. Inside there are a few small disks. It looks familiar, he realises.

“Your friend Ant-Boy didn’t file a patent, so I just took his whole shtick.” He wants to defend Scott’s honour; it’s Ant-Man not boy. He doesn’t. He’s too transfixed on what you have in your hand.

“Pym particles.”

“The diet version.” You pick up one of them carefully. “A ripoff, but effective. Just gotta attach it to the thing I want to shrink and give it a few minutes.”

“You’re going to steal the Statue of Liberty,” he says, frankly a little taken aback that you were serious.

“Would you relax? I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not the point,” he damn near exclaims. “You can’t take away the Statue of Liberty just because you feel like it.”

“I literally can.” You point to the chips in your hand. “That’s the point of this, keep up.”

He feels exasperated. He didn’t sign up for this when he became an Avenger.

“Give me the box.” He makes a grab for it but you yank it away from his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I don’t have time for this.” His reruns would begin in an hour.

“That’s my problem, because...” you trail off. 

He rolls his eyes, makes a grab at the box again. His tactic is different this time. He stealthily pins one of your arms down so that you’re basically incapacitated.

“Hey! Stop that.” You fumble against his reach, shoving him with your elbow.

“Just give me the thing and we can all go home for the day,” he huffs, unfazed by your squirming.

“No! Over my dead bod-” 

He doesn’t immediately notice what goes wrong in the scuffle. 

Until you look at the ground near your feet. A disk lay there, undisturbed.

“Is that-” All of a sudden, either he’s getting taller or the ceiling of the boat is getting lower.

“Oops,” you say, not remorseful in the slightest. 

“Are we going to-”

“I’d give it five minutes max.” 

Great. He was stuck on a boat that was beginning to shrink. The other passengers were either oblivious or ignorant to seats that were starting to become too small for them, but Bucky’s heightened senses and extreme reflexes made it hard to skip.

He nudges the piece of tech with his foot. Maybe he can kick it off the boat.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you warn solemnly. He wants to disagree but doesn’t know enough about the device to dispute you. 

“Fix this,” he hisses, panic slightly rising. His fingers find their way to his phone to send out an emergency text requesting backup and mass evacuation. 

“I think it’s a rather lovely day for a swim, don’t you?” You stare dreamily at the waves that were inching closer up the boat. 

Or you were inching closer to the water. Technicalities were frivolous. 

“There are other people on this boat.”

“River’s big enough for all of us, I reckon.”

“Fix it.” 

“Or what?” There’s a wicked gleam in your eye. “We both know I have the upper hand here.”

“Or I call the entirety of the Avengers here and haul your ass to prison.”

“Will they bring snacks?”

You’re insufferable. You know it. But you also are the fastest way to get out of this situation and right now, he didn’t want to be responsible for a shipwreck simulation. 

“Fine. Tell me what you want.”

“I like soy chips.”

“Soy chi-” He nearly throws his hands up in frustration. “You know what I’m talking about.” 

“I want one historical artifact so I can impress the kids. They think I’m the cool teacher and I want to keep that reputation alive.”

“What makes you think I can arrange for that?”

“You’ve been alive since goddamn dinosaurs roamed this earth, I’m sure you have some connections.” You pause to assess his face. “You know, you don’t look a day over 29. Dermatologists must hate yo-”

“I’ll get you an artifact, now fix the fuckin’ boat.”

“You promise?” You grin brightly. 

He stares at you. You are unyielding. 

The boat’s uncomfortably small and people are beginning to take notice. Worried murmurs fill the air behind him.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You shrug simply.

You kneel over, picking up the chip from the ground. You do nothing else for two minutes, instead turning away from him to look at the Statue of Liberty that was coming closer.

It takes him a while to realise that half his body isn’t hanging off his chair anymore. The ceiling is moving further and further away from the top of his head. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He wants to strangle you. 

Why did he listen to you when all of this would have been over the minute he kicked it off the ship. 

“You can drop it off at my lair on Monday and pick it up on Friday.” You gather your belongings, leaving him steaming behind you. “Nice talkin’ to ya, Sergeant.” 

You step over him, flashing him a quick smile before walking off the boat with the rest of the tourists as if nothing had just taken place. When he looks down, the stupid ring box is on his lap.

He sits there, unmoving, eyes fixed on the container.

The ferry conductor asks if he’s going to get off the boat. 

He simply shakes his head.

Next part

[skyland2703]

Fuck. I did really miss this OwO.

OKAY THAT is an easy list— lemme fix that rq???

Amelia fucking Jones: this girl really STEPPED UP when her team needed it. It’s the first time we actually SEE a red ranger in the building and I think she positively SHONE.

Tyler Navarro: possibly one of my favorite reds. Only red ever who I’ve NEVER felt even slightly irritated at. He’s an actual golden boy WITH a personality. I love him 🥺

Coinless sentry skull. I know he doesn’t count as a red, technically, but he wore red, it COUNTS. I was shattered when he died in SG, tryna save everyone else. It just STUCK. and with how much I’ve delved in FanFiction with him, I think he’s become one of my faves~

SCOTT. I LOVE SCOTT. HIS ARC HIS VIBE HIS ENTIRE EVERYTHING. LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM ❤️❤️ Scott was everything.

Lauren. She deserved better. She would’ve been the greatest red ever if she had a chance to shine. Girlie had the angstiest backstory and the worst team ever. Justice for Lauren!!!!!!!!

Your Honest Opinion: Top 5 Red Rangers, Top 5 BLANDEST Red Rangers, Top 5 Red Rangers that should have been replaced mid-season

FAVE QUESTION EVER. I’ve always been a “Red ranger sucks” truther SO

The blandest reds:

Jason: I mean. Are we even surprised.

Andros: Sorry to all the andros fanboys but NO he’s one of the worst reds ever. I despised him.

Nick: I refrain from commenting on this except that even Troy had more of a personality than him.

Brody: bootleg copy of Tyler’s “I lost my dad ten years ago” but made even worse.

Carter: he’s badass, yes, but I honestly don’t think he has more of a personality apart from that.

Actually, a LOT of reds have this problem. They’re fucking bland because “they’re red, they’re the badass leaders, they are the golden boy (because they’re usually boys -_-)” and they really don’t have anything else going on, USUALLY. (Not to say there aren’t GOOD reds. There are TONS of those. Tyler, Scott, Amelia etc, but in general, red is usually disappointing.)

NOW for the ones that needed to be ✨replaced✨

Zayto. I’m glad he was, but I would’ve liked it to happen WAY earlier. Preferably when it was revealed he had his original team killed. Maybe by Aiyon. Maybe have him prove his leadership again? I just feel like we went too easy on Zayto…

Jayden. He’s not the blandest becuase of all the angst, but the “Jayden shiba is god” thing surely works ANTI him. I would’ve liked Lauren to come in earlier to replace him, and STAY red.

Jack. This is mostly because of my “Z should’ve been red like Greg Aronowitz originally intended” bias. But yeah. It would’ve suited Sky’s arc better too (his misogyny being FRACTURED✨🤚🏻)

Nick.

Cole: I honestly feel like he didn’t feel very… red… tbh. Taylor would’ve made a better red and I will die on that hill.

Brody.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk~

Ask my honest opinion about anything Power Rangers~

[teapotteringabout]

Any bingo spaces left and hwho gets the honours?

Hey Room! As a matter of fact, yes. Here's how it's looking so far:

I won't fill all the spaces in this post as it'll be way too long, so anyones still free to send me an ask 😊 but lemme throw you a few freebies.

The popular ships for this character suck:

Alan (TAG)

Now, saying they suck is quite harsh. Everyone has their ships that make them happy and more power to you. I just personally don't ship Alan with, well, anyone really. It's indicated he might crush on Kayo, sure, but she's way older than him and I see it only as a teenage crush. Space Bears, again I dont see it as a ship beyond friends.

Again, I'm not saying they suck! I just don't ship it .

Not enough screentime:

Gordon and John (TOS)

Obviously 😔

I love the other 3 but we have 5 brothers and I 👏 want 👏 to 👏 see 👏 them👏 Especially Gordon, he was always my favourite. One of the reasons I love TAG is the fact that they fixed it

Too much screentime:

Alan (TOS)

This is specifically in relation to the movies Thunderbirds Are Go and Thunderbird 6. I used to dislike Alan but he's grown on me as I've gotten older and heard other people's perspectives. BUT when you make a movie about Thunderbirds, you'd think they'd focus on all the brothers but noooooo 😭

Thunderbird 6 is much more forgivable. IMO it's the "better" of the two, but John had one line (not even the right VA), Gordon stood in the background and modelled jumpers, and Scott and Virgil didn't really do anything different to how they appear in a normal episode. At least we saw a different side to Brains, and Alan was actually one of the best characters, but at the expense of the others.

Thunderbirds Are Go could have been amazing. I do love it dearly, for the music and nostalgia. But there's so much missed opportunity to include everyone in a more balanced way. John has 1 line again but at least it's the right VA. Alan's dream sequence is legendary but I really don't think it adds enough to be warranted. In short, this made a great episode, but to be a movie I think it needed more of the other brothers and Thunderbirds (esp 3, 4 and 5).

They got done dirty by the creators

TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy TOS John Tracy

I'm obsessed with their character arc

Atlanta Shore

I absolutely went into Stingray thinking that she would be the archetypal love-rival bitch character. I thought she was going to be nasty to Marina and all the men would just shrug it off in that 60s "women will be women lol you're a popular guy Troy" way. I was so so so wrong. She starts out being downright suspicious of Marina, but in Plant of Doom its Atlanta who tries to stop Marina's trial, and when Troy is literally dying and only Marina returning to Titan will save him, Atlanta flat out refuses to let her go. This girl cleanses my skin and butters my crumpets 😔❤

Anyway, thanks for asking! Sorry I'm a bit late answering, I had to really think on it.