#- it's HEAVILY FUCKING IMPLIED that they are besties

[thawthebeez]

me watching the 254th haikyuu tiktok skit on my fyp today

[zehecatl]

queer people nowadays seems completely blind to the fact that anime is, in fact, pandering to us

or, to be more specific- fujoshi’s

and it’s kind of super fucking sad to see people hold up anime with fujobait as actual queer rep, because it’s. it’s not. it’s really, really, not

something like Free!! isn’t about queer characters. it’s a show entirely founded on the fact that fujoshi’s saw that sexy little commercial and went bonkers, and there’s nothing actually wrong with that, but it’s just

it’s not queer media. it’s a show, made to attract fujoshi’s, to appeal to them, without ever delivering on what they’re teasing

and while this practice definitely seems to be getting smaller and smaller, what with queer acceptance up and all that, it’s still like. a thing. and it’s especially important to not miscategorize older anime as actually queer, when no, it’s just full of some good ol’ fujobait

[bitbrumal]

regaling you all with another excerpt from dms, this time with @deificdeceit‘s zhongli & my tsaritsa:

bitbrumal:  khioniya's expressionless, sprawled like a warrior queen with one big hand out upon which her prim & proper partner in crime sits. sometimes her stony face splits into this big, fanged UNHINGED grin but it's only bc zhongli said smth out of fucking pocket

[davidlcki]

BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY

jealousy

i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏

pairing: detective david loki x reader

warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁

summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.

words: 1,313

“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.

“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.

“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.

“he was flirting with you.”

“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”

“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.

“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.

“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.

“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.

“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.

you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.

“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.

“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.

“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.

“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.

“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”

“i deserved it.”

a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”

a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.

“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”

“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.

“you’re an idiot, loki.”

[demodraws0606]

The fucking email things from for the QSMP teasers still haunt me because like...why is Bad clearly linked to them ? Like yeah special guest theory whatever but like we know 100 pourcent the muffin email HAS to be about him, he literally is represented two times with muffins for the QSMP teasers (image/posters).

But the thing that fucks me up is like, he is the only one that gets this, no one is even hinted at being related to the emails. Even more so with Bad's image teaser on twitter being fucking weird with the milk emoji and the fact that it's on a completely seperate account.

Why is he the only one that got this, because meaning this is like pre QSMP server that means that they somehow had something planned for him before the server even begun.

And this even more fucking ominous when you realise the fact that Quackity and Bad are huge besties and both of them have interracted heavily through lore on the DSMP.

What I'm implying is that it would be very believable if Quackity handed Bad a huge narrative role to him that would get later revealed for the server.

[jessybarnes]

Untamed

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD, SMUT, angst, fluff, seducing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of using sex toys, lingerie, fingering (female receiving), cum eating, finger sucking, Bruce transitioning into the Hulk (not sure if this is a trigger, but I'm not taking chances), kissing (both Bruce and Hulk receiving), handjob (Hulk receiving… again Idk if this is a trigger but noting it anyway cause after some research I've learned that even his cum is green.), making out, biting, hickeys, fucking against a wall, choking, implied all night fucking, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 4,129

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly 

Written For: My amazing bestie and beta, Tiffany. <3

Being married to an Avenger had its perks. You got to live in Tony Stark's swanky tower, you had your own team of expertly trained bodyguards, and the best part of it all? You stole the heart of Bruce Banner. The two of you met under unfortunate circumstances, but it was still the best day of your life. 

You'd been caught in the crossfire during one of their missions, a monster took you hostage to use as leverage for their escape. The thing had a knife held against your throat, threatening to kill you on the spot if any of the Avengers moved an inch. You looked into their helpless eyes. Captain America, Hawkeye, Thor, and Iron Man all stared helplessly back at you contemplating how they were going to save you. 

In the distance, Natasha was holding her upturned palm to a furious Hulk. He was grunting and clenching his fists as she took a tentative step toward him.

"Hey, big guy. The sun's getting real low."

He trained his eyes on her, as his anger started to dissipate. Just before he was about to give in he heard you scream.

He snapped his head in your direction, a loud, angry roar shaking the surrounding buildings as he ran towards you. Cars, signs, sidewalk benches, nothing was safe from his wrath. It all happened so fast. One moment your captor was pressing the blade harder against your skin and the next you were in the Hulk's arms. 

At first, you were startled, his big green eyes scanning your body as he held you in his large green hand. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring, as he spoke.

"Hulk save you."

You smiled and were about to respond but Captain Rogers beat you to it.

"That's good, buddy," he set his shield down and slowly walked towards the two of you. "Why don't you put the lady down now, okay?"

The Hulk tightened his grip on your waist and snarled, "NO! Hulk keep pretty lady!"

Steve went to speak again, but you turned around to look at him.

"Wait. It's okay. Let me try something."

They all watched in wonder as you brought both of your hands to his face, your thumbs brushing his hard skin.

"Thank you for saving me," you smiled. "If it's okay, I'd like to meet Bruce too. He's a part of you, and in a way, he saved me as well."

He held you for a moment longer, taking time to mull over your request. Finally, he set you down on a nearby barrier and transitioned back into the well-known scientist. 

You smiled as you recalled the fond memory. You and Bruce had been married for two years, and he made you the happiest woman in the world. Sure, it was difficult when he'd go on missions, but that wasn't what bothered you the most.

What you really wanted was for him to make love to you. Ever since the start of your relationship, all he'd ever done was kiss you. Sometimes he'd go as far as fingering you, but it never went further. He was terrified to do anything else because he didn't want the Hulk to accidentally hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if that happened, and he made you fully aware that being with him meant no sex. 

You didn't have to have sex to be happy with him. It wasn't a deal breaker, but you couldn't help but want to feel him inside of you. God, you bet he made the prettiest sounds. You had plenty of toys to keep you satisfied, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't made yourself come to the thought of him fucking you into oblivion.

Natasha and Wanda helped you try and seduce him a number of times, but that always ended with a heavy makeout session and a very, very aroused Bruce. 

That's what the three of you were doing now. Planning yet another attempt in getting him to fuck you. You were dressed in short lacy lingerie, a pair of stockings with little black bows at the bottom, and your favorite pair of black pumps.

"I don't know about this, guys. What if someone sees me on the way down to his lab?"

Nat grinned and crossed her arms. "Don't worry about that. I've got it all taken care of. Steve and Bucky are out on a mission, Sam and Clint are in the gym doing their weird juice cleanse workout, and Thor's in Asgard. That only leaves Tony, Vision, and Rhodey to worry about. Wanda, you're taking Vis on a date, right?"

She nodded. "Yep! Typical dinner and a movie, but it'll be fun getting some fresh air."

Nat turned her gaze back to you and smiled. "That leaves the two iron wonders, which by the way, I've decided to take on a supply run."

You sighed, playing with a strand of your hair. "Okay, let's do this. Get me to the lab." 

Surprisingly, you made it there without being seen by anyone. The girls gave you a little nudge toward the door before blowing kisses and waving goodbye. Once you were alone, you took a moment to watch Bruce through the glass.

He was concentrating on some new prototype, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he silently worked. God, he was so beautiful without even trying.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and walked past the threshold. There was no going back now.

"Oh, hey honey! Is it already time fo-"

The words died on his tongue as soon as he looked at you. The test tube in his hand clattered to the floor, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Y-Y/N…"

You smirked and sauntered towards him, slowly running your hands over his chest. "Hey, baby," you breathed. "I thought you could use a break." 

He swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath. "What um… what're you d-doing?"

You brought his hands to your hips, his fingers making the barely-there dress bunch up to reveal your ass. "Bruce, touch me…please."

He closed his eyes and moaned. "You know I can't. I-I can't risk hurting you, Y/N."

You brushed your knuckles against the stubble on his cheek and smiled. "You won't hurt me. I trust you...both of you."

You grabbed his right hand, "besides, feel how wet I am." He gently circled your clit, a desperate whine falling from your lips. "See baby? See what you do to me without even trying?"

Bruce gripped your waist tighter, his breathing becoming erratic as he slowly continued sliding his fingers between your folds. You were close, so close to cumming already. All the built-up sexual tension, seeing him like this, was almost too much. 

Almost.

Just before the coil of arousal inside you snapped, he pulled away, his hands coming up to grab his hair. "Fuck, baby, I… I can't. He's too strong, and if I ever lost you because of him… god, I can't even think about it."

You hated seeing him distraught like this. Bruce was an amazing, kind, loving man who gave you the world. The Hulk may be destructive, but he was still gentle with you. He'd never once hurt you, and in your heart, you believed he would hold true to that promise even during times like this.

You pulled him back into your embrace and kissed him like it was the last time you'd ever get the chance. He sighed against your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours slow and sweet. 

He eventually pulled away, still holding you close as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Y/N, it takes all of my strength every day to hold myself back. I want to, god, do I want to, take you apart, make you come over and over again."

His fingers curled a strand of hair behind your ear and you bit your lip. "Baby, can you hear me out? I… I think I may have a solution for both of us."

He sighed. "Yeah, honey, go ahead."

You moved him to his chair, pushing his shoulder lightly so he'd sit down. His hands found purchase on your hips as you straddled his lap.

"Bruce, I know you won't hurt me. I know the Hulk won't either because he's never shown any aggression towards me. Give me this, try for me, just this once. We can start slow and if you feel like you're going to lose it then we can stop. You have total control, baby." You kissed his lips softly. "Please?" 

For a few seconds, he just looked at you. His brown eyes raked over your entire body. He swallowed, blowing a deep breath out of his nose as he held you a bit tighter.

"Okay. Okay, I'll try."

Your eyes widened, "thank you, baby. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He moved his calloused hand slowly up your thigh again, his fingertips tracing small circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back, his darkening with unbridled lust.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so pretty like this. Watching your body shake, those sweet little moans and whimpers, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the world." 

You began moving your hips, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the small space around you. "Oh, Bruce… baby I- …please. Oh, please don't stop!"

He quickened his pace, the newly added pressure of his fingers causing you to fall forward and grasp onto his shirt. He groaned, low and deep, his breath hot on your neck as he kissed your sweat-slicked skin.

"C'mon, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how pretty you look." That was all you needed, his command sent you over the edge, his hand and your legs becoming coated with your release. 

If Bruce wasn't holding you up, you'd have fallen to your knees. He peppered sweet kisses along your jaw to your lips, rendering you breathless.

"Gorgeous. God, baby, you're breathtaking."

Words failed you but that didn't stop your wandering hands. They eagerly began undoing his pants trying desperately to feel more of him.

"Whoa, honey. Hey, hey, hey, slow down. I know you're eager, but we gotta go easy. I don't want him to hurt you, remember?" Reluctantly, you stopped, but then an idea popped into your head. 

"Bruce? Can um… can I ask you a question?"

He pulled back, his thumbs brushing your upper arms, "you can ask me anything, Y/N."

You bit your lip and looked at the floor, suddenly nervous your request would end this whole thing before it even started. "Do you promise not to get mad at me?"

Bruce immediately wrapped his arms around you, "sweetheart, you're the only person I'm not angry around."

You blew out the breath you'd been holding and closed your eyes. "Can I talk to him?" 

He stiffened. "Y/N, I-I don't think th-"

"Please. He won't hurt me, Bruce. He never has. Please, just… please."

Just when you thought he was going to shut this whole escapade down, he slowly stood up. "Promise me you'll run if he gets out of hand."

You nodded and watched as he closed his eyes, his skin, hair, nails, everything turning green while he doubled in size. At first, Hulk was confused. His big eyes look down at you with interest. He huffed and held his hand out for you to take it. 

"Hey, big guy. Can you sit down for me against the wall over there? I wanna talk to you."

He tilted his head and haphazardly stomped to the opposite side of the room before plopping unceremoniously onto the floor making the lab equipment around you rattle.

"Thank you. May I sit on your lap?"

He looked up at you, his large hand gathering the thin material of your outfit between his fingers. "Y/N pretty. Hulk like clothes."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a crooked smirk. "Why thank you, honey. Can I sit down?" You gestured to his huge thigh and watched as he nodded. 

You straddled your hips over one of his legs, because it was impossible to do both, and cupped his face.

"You know how much I love you and Bruce, right?"

He blinked, "yes, Hulk know that."

"Well, I'd like to show both of you how much I love you, but I want to make sure you're okay with everything first."

He waited, the fingers on his right hand holding your waist.

"I want to be with both of you, in a more…intimate way. I wanna make the two of you happy because I love both of you with all my heart."

A low grunt rumbled through his chest. "Hulk love Y/N. But what intimate?" 

You scooted closer and smiled. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded again, and you slowly leaned in, pressing your lips against his gently. At first, he didn't react, his whole body still except for his steady breathing, but then you felt him kiss back.

You pulled away to see his reaction and moaned when you saw the heat in his eyes.

"How was that, baby?"

His grip on your hips tightened a fraction. "Hulk want more."

You giggled and took his other hand. "I'll give you more, love, but first, I want you to feel how excited I am. You have to be careful with me though, okay?" 

"Hulk no hurt Y/N. Hulk be gentle."

You curled his fingers into a fist, save for his middle one, and brought it to your soaked pussy. "Do you feel that? Feel how wet I am here?"

He slid his large digit back and forth, watching curiously as you bit your lip, and then pulled his hand back to look at his finger. "Yes, Hulk feel."

You maintained eye contact as you sucked and licked your arousal from his skin. "Do you wanna try?"

He wasted no time, a little more sure of himself as he collected more of your juices. He inhaled your scent, a low growl reverberating in his chest as he tasted you. 

"Y/N good. Hulk need more."

You kissed the inside of his wrist and looked at him lovingly. "We can do more, but you really have to be careful, okay? Just one of your fingers is a lot for me to take, so you'll have to go slow."

He sighed softly and gathered a bit of your hair in his hand. "Hulk go slow. Always careful with Y/N."

You brought his hand between your legs again, but this time you guided his middle finger to your entrance. Bracing yourself, you sank down on him and whimpered from the slight stretch.

"Y/N okay?"

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath, "yeah, baby. I'm fine. You feel so good."

Switching your position, you maneuvered yourself so your back was against his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand tilting your chin up.

"Hulk like when Y/N feel good."

You pulled him down for a chaste kiss and spread your legs so they were draped over his big thighs, "carefully move your finger, okay? Slowly in and out." 

As soon as you felt him pull out and push back in, a breathy moan fell from your lips. "Yeah, baby, just like that."

The sound of his soft grunts, the feeling of his toned muscles rippling against your skin, the way he brushed the sweet spot inside you, it was all so toe-curlingly good. Your second orgasm was building rapidly, making you whine desperately.

"Y/N feel wet. Hulk stop?"

You shook your head and moaned. "No, please don't stop. You're - oh, god! - gonna make me cum. D'you wanna see me do that, baby?"

He adjusted slightly, and suddenly you could feel his very large, very prominent erection pressing against your back.

"Yes. Hulk see Y/N" 

You canted your hips upward, meeting every thrust. "Go a little faster and do this with your finger."

You crooked yours to show him and he obeyed immediately making you cry out. "Oh, my god! Yes, oh, right there… don't stop please baby I'm so close!"

He huffed and grabbed your hand with his free one.

"Oh, fuck baby…yeah, oh, shit! Gonna cum… gonna come oh my g-FUCK!"

You squeezed his hand, your whole body convulsing as your walls fluttered around him repeatedly. He pulled out of you and examined his finger as you recovered from your moment of bliss.

"Hulk do good?" 

You turned around in his arms and kissed him again. "You did, baby. Thank you. Can I make you feel good now too?"

You let your fingertips ghost over the large tent in his shorts and watched as he closed his eyes and growled. The noise alone would scare anyone away, but not you. You knew he'd never harm you.

"Yes. Hulk feel good too."

Carefully, you freed him from his shorts, marveling at his impressive length and girth. "You're so big, baby. Being so good for me." He watched you spit in your hands and snarled when you began to stroke him. 

"Is this okay, love? Does this hurt?"

He threw his head back and panted. "No hurt. Feel good."

You smirked and began twisting your hands as they slid over the shiny green head.

"Remember, honey. Try not to hurt me, okay? I know it feels good, but when you cum you gotta try and stay still for me, alright?"

He gritted his teeth and brought a big hand to your cheek. "Hulk never hurt Y/N. Promise." He let out another choked cry. "Hulk feel funny...here." he pointed to his lower abdomen and you kissed his lips sweetly.

"That's good, baby. It means you're close. Just lean back and close your eyes for me. Let me make you feel good."

He listened and you watched his chest heave and his fists clench. 

"That's it. C'mon. Show me, sweetheart."

A few more strokes were all it took, a loud guttural roar filling the lab as thick ropes of cum coated your hands and his chest.

He stayed like that, panting and twitching, while you looked for a towel to clean him up. Grabbing one of the extra lab coats, you knelt in front of him again and planted a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"You're incredible, baby. I'm so proud of you. Bruce will be too. I knew you'd never hurt me."

He rubbed your sides affectionately as you cleaned him and your hands up. "No way hurt Y/N. Hulk love you."

You kissed his lips. "And I love you, baby. Can I see Bruce now? I wanna tell him how proud of you I am."

He gave you one final smile and closed his eyes, his body slowly becoming smaller until a sweaty Bruce lay slumped against the wall. 

He blinked a few times before he frantically ran his hands over you, looking for any sign of injury.

"Bruce, hey, calm down." You laced the fingers on both your hands with his and looked into his worried brown eyes. "I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, okay? In fact," you held up the lab coat that was now covered in sticky green liquid. "Things went more than okay."

He looked from you to the coat a few times before crashing his lips to yours. His kiss was possessive, nowhere near gentle as he explored your mouth eagerly.

"You were right, baby. I shouldn't have doubted you, but I was just so scared. I can't ever lose you."

You sat back on your haunches and grinned. "I know, honey. We can talk this over later, but right now I need you inside me." 

Bruce stood and pulled you to your feet, immediately pushing you against the wall. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect, Y/N. I love you so damn much."

He kissed, nipped, and licked at your neck, littering a trail of purple-ish marks anywhere he could reach.

"Fuck, Bruce…"

He hummed and tore the front of your lacy top down the middle. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Smooth skin, perfect body, gorgeous face, amazing personality, you're an absolute work of art. I'm so lucky to call you mine. 'M gonna fuck you over and over again until you beg me to stop." 

A needy whine filled the small space between the two of you, your hands fisting in his hair. "Please! Please…want you so bad!"

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall as he undid his pants, kicking them off to the side. "Spread your legs, princess. That's it, brace yourself against the wall too."

You did what he asked and sucked in a sharp breath when he hooked your left leg over his thigh and pressed the head of his cock against your slick hole. "Don't you dare be quiet, you hear me, Y/N? I want every single person in this tower to know you're mine."

Your response died on your tongue as he slammed into you, setting a steady pace. 

You couldn't stay quiet even if you wanted to. Nothing compared to the way his cock made you feel. No toy, no vibrator, not even your fingers felt this good.

"Oh, Bruce! Oh, my fucking god!"

His left arm hugged your middle holding you up while his right wrapped around your throat, squeezing deliciously. "Good girl. Love hearing you scream for me. God, your pussy feels so good, warm and wet around my cock, pulling me in every time I slide home."

You clenched around him and he bit your shoulder. "Fuck! I gotta fill you up, baby. 'M sorry, but I'm not gonna last when you feel this good." 

Your left hand began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. "'S okay, Bruce… I-I'm close too. Feels - oh, fuck! Oh, my god! - s-so good!"

He was relentless now, the delicious drag of his cock against your walls was hard and fast. "Oh, fuck! That's it, princess. Yeah, that's right, squeeze me just like that. Come on, Y/N…let go with me."

His words were like a trigger, your third orgasm shooting through you like a bullet as he stilled inside you.

The two of you didn't move for a few minutes, the labored sounds of your breathing the only sound around you. Finally, he pulled out and turned you to face him, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss.

"Fuck, that was…that was amazing."

Bruce caressed your cheek and smiled fondly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you for being patient with me and with him too. We wouldn't have made it this far without you, and we owe you everything." 

You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel him against you. "I love you, Bruce. I'll always help both of you with anything. You both complete me, in every way, and I can't imagine a life without you guys."

He held you close, his fingers sliding up your back and into your hair. He opened his mouth to respond, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut him off. "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Banner, but Mr. Stark requests entrance to the lab."

Your eyes grew wide in fear of him seeing you naked. "Tell him to give us five minutes please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.."

"Of course, Mrs. Banner." Bruce threw you his clean lab coat, tossing the other one in the trash before pulling on his clothes. 

"Let's take this upstairs, Y/N. I'm not even close to being done with you." He winked and a jolt of arousal shot straight to your core.

"As long as you promise not to go easy on me, baby," you smirked. He swatted your ass and walked past you to the door.

"Oh, princess, now that I know you're safe with me I've got so many plans to take you apart over and over again. You're gonna be putty in my hands when I'm done with you."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you looked at his hooded eyes. Literally and figuratively, you were fucked. That was just a bonus though because you had everything you wanted. Bruce was yours in every sense of the word. 

Tony walked past you shaking his head, "there better not be a mess in there!"

You giggled and followed Bruce into the elevator. "No promises, Stark!"

Yeah, you thought to yourself, this is finally the start of our forever.

He glared at the closing metal doors, the sight of you and Bruce kissing being the last thing he saw. He smiled against your lips and you saw the happiness in his eyes.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Just an excuse for me to write about possessive Dino honestly. Heavily inspired by a discussion had with the one and only @wonusite about possessive Chan awhile back. Also, there's something very funny about me choosing S.Coups to be the member who inspires these feelings of possessiveness within Dino lol. This ended up being quite lengthy so, fair warning (S.Coups, I swear I'm loyal).

Heads up: Lee Chan x Fem! Reader, Possessive! Chan, Seungcheol and Reader are touchy besties and Chan isn't a fan, not healthy ways to deal with possessiveness in a relationship, Hard Dom! Chan, Sub! Reader, facefucking, cumming untouched, Reader is a heavily implied masochist, Chan is somewhat sadistic, dirty talk, marking (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, choking (f. receiving), mild edging (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving) and Chan cums on Reader's ass.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Chan knows logically that his feelings are completely unwarranted.

Before the two of you started dating, you were good friends with everyone in his friend group. Those dynamics changed a little when the two of you did finally get together but, they were all still very much your friends.

The issue? Choi fucking Seungcheol.

You had always been closer to Seungcheol than everyone else save for Chan. Now, Chan loves the older man. He's a phenomenal friend and would never do anything to deliberately hurt or upset Chan. However, the way you two have practically been attached at the hip the entirety of game night makes hot, white possessiveness course through Chan's veins and sit heavy in his gut.

He's sat across from the two of you most of the night. Dark eyes watching every hug, every hand on a thigh and every arm around a waist. The two of you giggling and whispering to one another like you were in your own little world.

Chan was fucking sick of it.

He didn't want to come across as jealous or controlling but, there was something about the way Seungcheol in particular interacted with you that just got under his skin. It had just gotten worse as the months passed of your relationship. He'd been doing a decent job of keeping his feelings to himself but, tonight was just too much. Even his other friends picked up on his foul mood throughout the night, shooting him concerned looks from time to time but, Chan waved them all away.

He was determined to handle this by himself.

"Is everything okay?" You ask your boyfriend tentatively, the two of you heading back to his place from game night at Mingyu's.

"Fine."

"Chan, what's-"

"I said I'm fine." He says with an air of finality, keeping his eyes squarely on the road. His jaw clenched and his grip incredibly harsh on the steering wheel.

You don't think you've ever seen him this angry. It was practically rolling off of him in waves. You're not sure what could've upset him this much. In fairness, you had spent most of the night catching up with Seungcheol and perhaps not paying as much attention as you could've to your boyfriend. However, it seemed like it had been a fun night all in all. Why was Chan so mad? What had you missed?

He clearly wasn't in the mood to talk so, all you could do was settle into the passenger seat for the next few minutes. Resigning yourself to the uncomfortable silence in his car.

The uncomfortable silence persisted in the elevator ride and walk to his apartment. Chan completely ignoring your searches for eye contact or any kind of communication. Opening his door and waiting for you to get in. His face was carefully blank but, his eyes were still angry and his body seemed to be vibrating with it.

You were quickly getting sick of this.

When he closed to the door behind him you pounced.

"Chan, what's wrong? You're not talking to me. You're clearly mad and I don't understand why," you without taking much of a pause. Your nervousness climbing with ever lack of response from him.

He walks over to you casually, as if he had all the time in the world. His hand coming up to cup your jaw and making you meet his fiery eyes once he stopped infront of you, "You really don't know why I'm mad?"

"No! I don't get it! What happened?" You ask, bordering on desperate at this point. Chan wasn't giving you much to work with.

You're definitely not prepared for him to kiss you. Giving your brain little time to catch up as he started off aggressively. Seemingly determined to devour you whole where you stood.

You know rationally that you two should really talk about what's gotten him in such a horrible mood but, you can't help the moans you let out into his mouth as he kisses you fiercely. Melting against him when his hand shifts from your jaw to tangle itself in your hair. His other hand moving to grab a hold of your ass and pressing you flush against his sculpted body.

All you can do is hold onto his shoulders for purchase. Whining against him when you feel the beginnings of his cock hardening pressed against you. You can't help the way your hips move in search of some relief from Chan. Whether it was a brush against his cock or his thighs didn't really matter to your muddled brain. All you want was something to help with the gradually building ache.

Your boyfriend seems to find some amusement in your current predicament if his chuckle against your lips is anything to go by.

He moves from thoroughly bruising your lips to kissing along your jaw, tugging your hair harshly to allow himself better access and taking a bit of sadistic pleasure in the half-gasp half-moan noise you release.

"Always the pain slut," he says in-between kisses, tone tinged with the slightest bit of amusement.

"Chan," is all your brain is able to muster right now. Not sure if it's a plea for him to not tease you or for him to keep his actions going.

He seems to understand what you mean because he's soon pressing searing, open-mouthed kisses and nibbles against your neck. Adjusting his hold on you as your knees wobble a little from the feelings. Vaguely you can feel him leaving marks and bruises on you and you're a little alarmed. Chan knew you both had work. Neither of you could show up with any visible marks from your...activities.

"Chan? What're you d-doing? You know you can't leave m-marks," you say, not sounding the slightest bit stern when your voice has gone all high and breathy from his unfairly talented mouth.

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"No! I-I'm just saying that m-marks would make people ask a tonne of questions,"

"Good. They should all know you're mine," he says, leaving little room for rebuttal. Meeting your eyes and daring you to question his statement.

You've never seen him like this. Fresh arousal dripping onto your panties, the sheer want you feel for him catching you a little by surprise. Possessiveness was usually more off-putting to you but, the way it looked on Chan made you knees weak and your desire pool in your stomach.

"O-Okay," you reply meekly, your face warming when he rewards you with an arrogant smirk before departing from your neck to devour your mouth once again. This time both of his hands find their way into your hair and he slowly grinds his cock against you, groaning into you all the while.

You feel like you're about to burst into flames with how lightheaded you are with need for him. You may actually die if he doesn't touch you properly soon, your needy whines mingling with his masculine groans.

"If you'd been a good girl tonight, you would've already been riding me as a reward. Oh well," he mutters against your lips, keeping you in place with a firm pull on your hair when you instinctively try to chase his lips.

Groggily, you open your eyes to meet his with confusion. Your muddled mind trying to make sense of his words. "I wasn't a g-good girl? What did I do? You still haven't told me."

"Good girls don't practically drape themselves over their friend's lap," he responds, voice hard as steel.

"Drap myself over a frien- Are you talking about C-Cheol? Chan, you know the two of us are just friends," you say earnestly, having not expected your interactions with Seungcheol to be the reason he was acting like this.

"Cheol," he repeats after you with a humourless laugh before continuing, "You two certainly didn't just look like friends from where I was sitting. Perhaps you needed to be reminded who you belong to. Get on your knees."

You're left a little unsteady as Chan let's go of his grip on you, giving you space to follow his command. The look in his eyes makes you drop down to your knees before you even fully realise what you're doing, your hands resting on your thighs in the way you know he likes.

"Maybe you do know how to be a good girl," he says, voice thick with sarcasm and arousal as he takes you. When he impatiently tugs his shirt off, you try your hardest to swallow the needy whine on the tip of your tongue at the sight of his torso. Thighs rubbing against each other as you subconsciously seek out any kind of relief.

The ache is only made worse when he moves to unbuckle his belt. He's watching you this time. Taking immense pleasure in watching you unravel before he's even touched you. Chan's cock throbs as he watches you focus intently on observing him free himself from his pants and boxers.

It's funny how despite being completely nude, he still had all the control here and you both knew it.

You're visibly quivering when Chan decides to step closer to you, his cock mere centimetres from your face. It takes all of your self-control not to lean forward and take him in your mouth but, you know that'll just earn you more punishment. You're already so worked up that you could cry and testing Chan didn't seem like the wisest decision.

"See something you want?" He asks smugly, watching your reaction as he wraps a hand around his cock and begins to stroke himself slowly.

It does genuinely feel good and Chan is already incredibly hard but, he was playing up his moans to rile you up further and it seems like it's working.

This time you do whine out, fingernails digging into the skin of your thighs as your wetness coats your upper thighs at the sight and sound of him. "Chan, please. I'll do anything just, please. I need you. It hurts," you cry out, frustrated tears building in your eyes.

"Poor baby," he coos in mock sympathy, still slowly touching himself, "You're lucky I'm even considering fucking your mouth. Who knows, maybe if you do a good job, I might let you cum."

Your body pays attention to his last sentence and you nod dumbly, willing to do anything at this point.

"Such a needy slut," he groans, moving even closer to you, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips. When your mouth opens for him automatically, your tongue sticking out and ready to take him, he can't but, moan. He gradually rubs his tip against your tongue before slowly pushing more of himself into your mouth.

Watching you take his cock with your mouth is easily one of Chan's favourite sights. His girth still makes it challenging for you sometimes but, a very private part of him loves watching you struggle to take him. The noises from you gagging and choking on him are some of his favourites to recall when he's away from you and needs to get off.

It's no different now. Though he makes sure to thrust into you slowly so you can become accustomed to the feeling, the few tears that have already fallen from your eyes and the sporadic sounds of you gagging shoot straight to his cock.

His hands make their way into your hair as he picks up speed. Watching your every expression as you adjust to his new pace. "Look at me," he commands, his tone significantly lower and breathier than before.

Chan groans long and low when you do, your wanton, teary gaze driving him to properly fuck into you now. The sounds of you choking on him and his quiet groans echo throughout his living room.

You're trying your best to breathe. Tears freely flowing from your eyes now and a mixture of your saliva and Chan's pre-cum dribbling down your chin and onto your thighs. You wouldn't be surprised if you'd drawn blood from how hard your fingernails have dug into your skin. You're also pretty sure you've dripped onto his floor. Your walls spasm and clenching sporadically around nothing, feeling so wound up and like you could snap at any moment.

This was becoming too much. Too overwhelming.

Your whines and moans were being completely drowned out by his cock. The sounds sending vibrations to his cock and, only encouraging Chan to snap into your mouth faster.

When you cum it's completely by surprise. Eyes widening as they hold your boyfriend's gaze. Wetness gushing out of you and onto to his floor for certain this time. Your body shuddering and spasm as your climax renders your mind mostly blank. You do, however, have enough cognitive functioning to tap his thigh with your fingers three times. A code you two had come up with for whenever you wanted him to stop.

At that, Chan immediately pulls his cock out of you. Kneeling down infront of you and cradling you in his arms, his face a mixture of awe and soft concern, "Did you...just cum?"

All you can muster is a nod, still dealing with the aftershocks of your release.

"Holy shit. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life,"

You are able to manage a weak laugh at that.

"What's your colour? Do you want to stop?" He asks, stroking your hair. All the anger from earlier completely dissipating as he makes sure you're okay.

"G-Green. I was just a little s-stunned but, I'm okay. I was j-just as surprised as you were," you respond to him hoarsely, your throat feeling a little tender. "If you're sure then okay," he responds, gently pulling you to your feet. "I'm not really interested in fucking you on my floor," he says in response to the questioning gaze you shoot him. The two of you shuffling to his couch where he lays you on your back.

"I wasn't kidding when I said that was the hottest fucking thing I've seen in my life," he mutters, making himself at home between your thighs. You feel slight embarrassment course through you from his words. Cumming from sucking someone off was very much a first for you but, hey, Chan seems to be into it. "Th-Thanks? I've never cum like that before," you confess to him.

"Fuck," he groans and kisses you. His hands impatiently tugging at your dress, pulling it down and off your body. He makes quick work of you're bra as well, almost ripping it in the process. Once he's satisfied with that state of your undress, he pulls back to look down at you. Eyes blatant with desire as he takes your mostly naked form in, coming to rest on your ruined panties. From the corner of your eye you see his cock throb, still an angry shade of red, very hard and glistening with spit.

"Chan please, I need you," you whine, spreading your thighs further for him to prove your point. You know Chan loved a good show.

"I think you're forgetting that this isn't about you. Plus, you came without my permission. I don't see why I should be rewarding you," he responds coolly, dragging his gaze away from your panties to meet your eyes.

"But I didn't mean to! That's unfair," you say with a pout.

"Oh, you want to be a brat?"

"No, I- I'm sorry,"

"Good. I'll decide when and if you get to cum," he says, leaving no room for arguing or questioning. His eyes lower to your panties once again but, this time he brings his hand up and lighting grazes two fingers against the soaked material, "You've totally ruined these."

Even just a graze from his fingers has your hips bucking up to chase the friction. Desperate to be filled by something. Sure, you orgasmed but, it wasn't as good as when Chan was touching you and being the one to make you cum.

Chan is watching his fingers play with you intently. Taking delight in ever whimper and mewl you can't restrain. However, that's not to say he's unaffected seeing you this way. His cock is freely leaking pre-cum. He was closer than he'd liked to admit when he was fucking your mouth earlier. Seeing you so fucked out and needy and pliant for him isn't exactly helping. "Lift your hips for me, baby," he commands, moving to pull your panties off of you. Throwing them to join the discarded clothes all over his apartment floor.

His cock throbs violently seeing your pussy plump with arousal and glistening with your juices.

Fuck.

He licks his lips before meeting your eyes, "Turn around. I want your ass up."

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the command. Finally. You don't even have it in you to feel any ounce of embarrassment or shame at how quickly you get into position. Anticipation making your pussy ache more than already was before at the prospect of finally feeling him inside of you.

The feeling is only made worse when you hear him shifting around behind you. Biting back a whimper when you he teasingly rubs his cock against your slit.

"Fuck, my cock is practically covered in your juices. So wet," he groans, his hands spreading your ass so he can get a mostly clear view.

It's taking ever ounce of you not to press back into him or whine. You're so close. However, you do know that Chan loves it when you beg, "Chan please. I need your cock inside of me. Noone fucks me like you do."

Chan's not sure what overtakes him then but, his first thrust into your is quick and harsh. Normally he'd make sure to take it slow because he knows his girth can cause some discomfort but, it's as though anything other than the urge to fill you with ever centimetre of him has completely left his mind.

His pace is brutal from the onset. Your unabashed sounds of pleasure mix with his own and the sound of his hips colliding with your ass to create an obscene symphony. Chan leans forward and reaches his hand to wrap around your throat, moaning as you tightening around him at the sensation.

"You're so dirty. Cumming from just sucking my cock and, getting so worked up over my hand around your neck," he mutters into your ear, deciding to slow down at the same time to make you feel ever, single part of his cock as it drags against your walls.

You're not sure if his words or his cock or his hand around your throat make you moan louder. Perhaps it's all three. It's all made significantly worse when his other hand reaches down to touch your clit. Drawing fast circles on it. Your boyfriend seems determined to make you lose your mind. Your climax is so close you can practically taste it. Thighs quivering while your moans and keens increase in pitch. Chan picks up his pace once again. Forcing you open on his cock over and over again.

However, it would be too easy to just let you cum now. So, he doesn't.

Chan is more than proficient at reading the signs of when you're about to cum. When he senses you're close, he stills inside of you and moves his hand away from your clit. His cock pulses inside of you at the frustrated, guttural whine you release. Your walls spasming and clenching around him. "Ch-Chan, why? I was s-so close," you ask him, attempting to meet his eyes over your shoulder. Frustrated tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Maybe this'll teach you to not be all over fucking Seungcheol next time," he says darkly, before beginning to move once again. However, you both know you can't cum with how minimally he's thrusting into you. The hand that was choking you moves to grab a fistful of your hair once more. Tugging harshly while Chan smirks at the way you cry out and tighten around him once more.

"I learned my lesson! Please, Ch-Chan!" You hiccup out. Convinced you're going to lose your mind if he doesn't fuck you properly and let you cum.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks directly into your ear.

"You! I belong to you Chan! I'm yours!"

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours! It's yours!" You were willing to tell him anything he wanted to hear at this point. Mind devoid of everything except Chan.

"That's my good girl," he groans, resuming his brutal pace. His hand returning to your clit as well to push you closer and closer to madness. If his hand wasn't like a vice in your hair, you're certain you would've faceplanted into his cushions by now. Letting him do any and everything he wanted to with you.

"Ch-Chan, close. I-I'm,"

"Cum for me."

That's all you needed to hear apparently because your body finally snaps. Cumming harder than you ever remember doing. This time Chan does let your hair go and you fall forward, not having the presence of mind to catch yourself. Your cries drowning out every other sound as Chan maintains his pace and doesn't let up on rubbing your clit. His breathing ragged as he chases his own release.

"Ah, C-Chan. Too much," you stammer out, attempting to shift away from his fingers and his cock.

"You'll take everything I give you. You wanted to cum like the horny little slut you are right? So, cum."

The overstimulation has fresh tears freely flowing down your face as you claw at his couch cushions. You're barely able to think, let alone dream of speaking. Thighs quivering violently at ever stroke of his fingers and thrust of his cock.

It doesn't take much for you to fall apart once more. Your body caving in on itself from how overwhelmed you feel. Vaguely you're aware of Chan letting out a string of curses behind you but, you're not really present at the moment.

This time Chan does let you catch your breath. Moving his hand to grab your hip while he keeps fucking into you. His strokes becoming increasingly uncoordinated and sloppy as his release creeps up on him. Chan quickly pulls out of you and gives himself a few jerky strokes, moaning loudly when he finally cums and he watches it land on your ass. Covering you in his essence. Privately he wonders whether you'd let him take a picture of you like this. This may be his new favourite sight.

He leans back and plops down on the other end of the couch. Both of you sounding like you've just run a marathon.

"Are you okay?" He asks you softly after some time, reaching over to stroke your leg.

"Mhm, just trying to regain feeling in my legs. You were...really enthusiastic," you mutter, lifting your head with as much energy as you could muster.

"I wasn't too rough?" He asked with concern evident in his voice. You smile to yourself at your very cute and very sweet boyfriend before responding, "No Chan, you weren't too rough. I'm okay."

You sense him relax at that.

"We should probably have an actual conversation about your feelings about Cheol and me though,"

"Sure but, later? I don't really have any desire to talk about him right now," you can't see him but, you'd bet money that he was visibly sulking.

"Okay," you respond with a twinkle of amusement.

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

JD ships and my thoughts on them bc I'm bored af

Exer/Jackson: do you have a brain damage. (it's not even a question because yes you do)

Exer/Brenda: respectfully, what the fuck. They're besties <3

Exer/Pamela: they. are. BESTIES.

Exer/Ronald: I feel like Exer doesn't appreciate Ron enough, also they don't interact enough (at least not on-screen) so yeah no

Exer/David: YES. childhood friends to lovers will be the death of me. Also David has always been there for Exer since the beginning, and Exer would hang the stars for David 10/10 if this isn't my love story I don't want it

Jackson/David: David was the only one of the REDs who did actually try to be friends with Jackson at first, but everytime Exer made a mistake, Jackson was mad at David too. It doesn't seem fair so no, not a huge fan, but it's also not the worst ship.

Jackson/Brenda: I did ship them a little bit when I first read it, but after the fight with Exer they literally did not speak (understandable) until the last episode of season 2. Again, not the worst ship but they're better off as friends

Jackson/Pamela: Literally canon. Also they're so cute. Also also it's girlboss x malewife and I love them.

Jackson/Ronald: and they were roommatessssss LMFAO JK respectfully no

Jackson/Ken: More popular than Jamela, and honestly it's a pretty good ship, but since it's not canon Imma try my best to just see them as friends because they are

Brenda/Pamela: Ok yeah I see it, besties to lovers, my weakness

Brenda/Jolie: I WISH THIS WAS CANON (I love my sapphic queens <3)

Brenda/Ken: Paola is heavily implying that this might be canon, but idk I don't really see it, I do love them both tho so let's see how this plays out

Ronald/Timothy: also heavily implied that this might be canon, but for some reason the height difference bothers me to no end (why is Tim the height of a carrot??)

Ronald/David: the least problematic rarepair, honestly not that bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think they're better off as besties but whatever

More:

W*lliam/Electric chair: they deserve each other.

Exer/Ken: Idk I randomly thought of this and like .. . . ehhhhh I don't think they've interacted one on one, but yk not terrible?? 4.5/10

David/Ken: That one scene when Ken kissed David's hand was funny but nah

Ken/Tim/Jolie: honestly I feel bad for Jolie haha, I love chaos but I'd get tired of their antics quickly, I see them as a friend group tbh

Why is Ken in so many of these-

ok thanks for reading byeeee

[russilton]

Okay this is probably a sensitive topic but I find your blog to be really fair and balanced despite the drivers' fans from both sides may not think so. Anyway my question is that why do you think George should dislike Max (even Alonso) or refrain from hanging out with them? They're not great people sure but he's their co-worker. Not everyone can spend their careers isolating himself like Lewis has done, his reasons for doing so are justified so I am not blaming him at all, but George doesn't HAVE to do it. He can and should enjoy a relatively peaceful co-existence with his colleagues. He, Max, Lando, Alex have things in common too, they're in stable relationships, they are close in age, it makes sense for them to be casually friendly. He and Max will not be besties but I don't think it hurts to have a cordial relationship with your colleagues especially when you aren't personally affected by whatever they've done. Lewis is great but his burden is uniquely his, George or anyone else can't be expected to share it. I think it's a bit absurd to expect George to dislike his colleagues on Lewis' behalf especially when he will spend longer with them than Lewis. Lewis and George aren't even close enough to demand that sort of loyalty. I am sure Lewis knows and understands this too. I usually agree with a lot of what you say but I believe we shouldn't police who George can or cannot be friends with.

Because, I tend to not be friends with people who are dicks to my friends, particularly if those people are racist.

“Lewis is great but his burden is uniquely his” not to be rude anon, but no the fuck it ain’t. The burden is on everyone else to be anti racist, not on him to stand up to dehumanising treatment. That’s the bare minimum.

That’s all I really need to say- further rant under the cut because I was writing at 5am and it’s basically a given.

It’s a bit of an unfair twist to say Lewis has “isolated himself” when the treatment he’s isolating himself from is heavily laden in micro aggressions and on track behaviour that could have killed him.

Also, not to be that George fan, but if you really need a point not about Lewis - the vitriol aimed at Lewis and subsequently Mercedes ABSOLUTELY effects George. He has been subject to mocking and harassment from Red Bull fans from the SECOND he he was rumoured to have signed for Merc. He has spoken more than once about how horrible it feels to be Boo’d at tracks, because he is in Mercedes.

None of those fans gave half a fuck about him when he was in Williams, but when he became Lewis’ teammate suddenly his every interview was being called PR trained because it didn’t shit on Lewis or was actively praising. Some of you might not have been around for “PR63” but I sure was, and Merc comments would be full of homophobic tweets from Red bull fans, when they weren’t calling him a cry baby. Max may not be directly responsible for his fans- but he’s frankly never stopped them, if anything he ENCOURAGES them.

Max himself has also called George names, made thinly veiled homophobic insults, had people imply max wanted to attack him. Max said that George was being dramatic and attention seeking for being heartbroken after Sakhir, publicly undermined his efforts as GPDA director to increase safety, to the point George himself called him out for it, said that George should get out of his way when George wouldn’t just let him overtake in Baku, and more. On and off the track Max has insulted and belittled George, the people George loves (Alex, Lewis, Mercedes), and made his job both more dangerous and more boring.

Being cold to Max isnt out of the blue either- George was the first person to speak up about AD21 (literally while the race was ongoing, look up the infamous unacceptable tweet) and was one of the first to condemn piquet sr’s (Max’s defacto father in law) comments at the beginning of last year, to the point man other drivers copied his statement. My point is George has been frequently and outspokenly against stuff max does to the limit he is allowed to say. Shit I have friends who aren’t George fans who say they only thing they like about him is he will not fail to throw a dig at Red Bull and Max if he can- yes it’s for him but he is also using his privilege. Lewis doesn’t get to say those things or he’s labelled a bad sport, attacked by the press, sometimes even F1 itself and FURTHER ostracised. But George can say it, and often he does. It’s probably not “loyalty” that makes him do that, but just… basic friendship?

Let’s be real, I have to look the other way often about things both George AND Lewis do, they travel in circles I’ll never touch, and speak to people I don’t care for, and say shit I dislike. We live profoundly different lives and our bubbles are so different they might as well be on different continents. I don’t expect George calling him mv0 or telling everyone he hates him, the same way lewis doesn’t, because they work with him. But working with someone doesn’t grant them an automatic right to friendship. And frankly f1 drivers have this weird relationship with friendship vs teammates vs on track fights as it is

Just because someone is your coworker doesn’t mean they have to be your friend, especially if they’re a bigoted fuckin asshole.

[thelooniemoonie]

Hiiii bestie I'm here to skew your opinion about jjk more fjdjdjf

On the surface it's a story about horrible things happening and every character you dare to like dying but DEEP DOWN (not that deep it's very obvious as far as subtext goes) it's about traumatised gay people sulking obsessively over breakups (also gojo satoru keeps rubbing his crotch on strong opponents or straddling them mid-fight, implying heavily that the man fights can be interpreted as at least slightly sexual style) also it's full of fucked up gender fuckery (with villians mostly but still) very fun and weird story that does all this but vehemently refuses to give you time to read into any of it at all bc people are dying fjdjfjf

I think you were away when I made a post on jjk so imma bring that back because as far as I'm aware it's a series about gay people having. what i imagine to be not a great time

i love gay sex as much as the next guy but

i think 266 chapters might be pushing it afdghjhlhkjsf

[doyouremem8erme]

reasons why u should love vriska

HEAVILY implied to be a trans girl in pesterquest. lets start off with that because shes iconic for it leave her alone!!!!!!!!

kill count in the thousands by age 13 bc shes silly like that!

miserable soaking wet girlfail. shes wishes she was everything the vriska h8ers think she is.

weird gay thing with her bestie. literally the entire fucking plot of homestuck without exaggeration revolves around their weird gay thing. its not weird because its gay its totally normal to be gay on her planet. its weird because the fuckin maimed each other and stayed in love or something i guess thats what toxic yuri does to you

got punched in the face by a lesbian vampire who had a crush on her. this was the catalyst for that crush being requited

intense "needing to be the main character" syndrome. until she figured out that sapphic love was more powerful than being the main character

she loves to fuck around and find out its like her hobby or something

tormented by problems she caused herself. bitch you wouldnt feel guilty abt killing that guy if you hadnt killed him. go make out with a girl

got to choose what kind of house would be built for her to grow up in. built a castle. grew up in a castle because she could. who wouldnt wish that was them

flew into a violent rage powerful enough to murder a furry god with the power to destroy a universe when he killed her homoerotic childhood bestie

larper. cosplayer. dnd player. gamer. all-around massive fucking nerd

this post is sponsored by terezi kinnies everywhere

[friends-to-lovers-tournament]

Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side A, Match 7

propaganda under the cut!

Sasuke/Mai:

THE MOST FRIENDS TO LOVERS EVER. Mai is the MC of Ikesen which is a dating sim/otome game. Originally from the 21st century, she's accidentally time travelled to the Sengoku Era where she unknowingly rescues Oda Nobunaga from his historical death thus changing the course of history forever. She reunites with a fellow 21st century dweller Sasuke whom she'd briefly met right before the accidental time travel, who is now a ninja. Though they're on opposing sides, they're friends in all the routes as Sasuke promises to protect her and bring her back to the 21st century safely. Regardless of which route you're playing, Sasuke will always be your friend and he's the same smart yet silly goofy guy, making references to 21st century events and slang and memes which have the other warlords scratching their heads in confusion. Sasuke's route is the ultimate friends-to-lovers + slow burn + mutual pining combination, as they both gradually develop feelings for each other, yet it's also kinda frustrating (in a good way) bc Sasuke is SO clueless to her feelings and his own for a good majority of the route while Mai was down horrendous for him. The pay-off in the end is really sweet (i legit cried when sasuke finally confessed to mai lol) and spicy (ikesen is uhh a bit of a mature game), which makes the achingly slow burn really worth it. Also Sasuke's just a really nice fucking guy, like real boyfriend material, no red flags, the perfect golden retriever boyfriend frfr

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..." 

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste 

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3 

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.”  In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

[youre-ackermine]

Hi my love!! <3 <3

For Drunk Drabbles Vol. 2, I give you 23: Is this a date? Of course, give me a LeviHan story!

mwah!!

Hey Sailor my Beautiful Bestest Bestie 🥰❤️

Thank you so much for your request!!! I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier but I'm a [painfully] slow writer!

How was Seoul? You must be exhausted by the past week's work there, so I hope my little drabble will help you relax 😘

Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is linked to my previous Levihan drabble Dumbstruck.

Drabble prompt 23 "Is this a date?"

Night Out

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Moblit Berner

Wordcount: 1530 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / swearwords / mention of alcohol

She had been babbling for twenty minutes now, sipping her cocktail through a straw every once in a while. Not even bothering to reply, he was absentmindedly looking at her glass. It was still half filled with a sugary liquid of a disgusting shade of pink and he wondered how in hell people could ever order such revolting pig piss.

Levi lifted his cup with a sigh, took a sip of hot tea and checked his watch. He should have told her to shut the fuck up, but her incessant chatter distracted him from the tension that gradually built up in his stomach. The queasy feeling had subsided as soon as the young woman sitting down next to him had started a conversation, bringing him some relief.

Slightly annoyed by the high pitched tone of her voice, he shifted on his bar stool and briefly glanced at her. She stopped her tiresome babbling only to drink another sip of her candy cane martini, licking her red lips in an attempt to seduce him before smiling flirtatiously. 

Her purpose was obvious but Levi was startled nonetheless when she dared to put her slender hand on his forearm. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, starting to lift her hand as he leaned over to reach the blonde's ear.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he whispered in a husky voice.

She pressed her body against his, her smile widening as she cooed: "sure!"

"Good, I was saving that seat for a friend!" he deadpanned, dropping her hand on the counter as he released his grip on her wrist.

The young woman's face twisted in anger and contempt. She grabbed her purse in no time and stormed out of the bar, leaving him both guilty and relieved. The past half-hour had been such a pain in the ass, but no doubt he had crossed a line talking to her like that. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and checked his watch again. Of course they would be late. How could today be different from any other day? Getting engulfed in their work was Hange's second nature and today was no exception, no matter what his invitation for a drink implied this time.

The knot in his stomach weighed heavily again. His mouth was as dry as a desert and his throat tightened so much he had trouble swallowing some imaginary saliva. The longer he waited, the more nervousness got him and he was muttering an incoherent plea for this torture to end soon when the door bell rang.

A gust of cold wind rushed through the bar as Hange abruptly pushed open the door and stormed into the lively room. Levi rolled his eyes as his friend waved to him, shouting his name over the hubbub, their usual toothy grin plastered on their face. The corners of his lips were starting to lift in a faint smile when he noticed that Hange was holding someone's hand.

Levi froze.

A heavy load seemed to fall in his guts. His lips pressed tight briefly, but quickly he regained composure and his face was soon expressionless as usual.

Fuck! Hange had dragged Moblit with them! Why were they hanging out with their assistant? Working together all day, sometimes all night as well - he gritted his teeth at the thought - wasn't that enough for them?

He crossed his arms over his chest, his silver gaze boring through the poor man as Hange pulled him roughly through the crowded bar.

"Oi Levi! Don't mind Moblit joining us, right?" Hange blurted out cheerfully. 

Moblit faintly nodded to Levi, obviously uncomfortable around him.

Levi turned away from them.

"Bold of you to assume I would say yes to begin with, Four-Eyes!" he replied with irritation. "But now you decided it all on your own, he might as well stay I guess."

"C'mon Shorty! The more the merrier, right? Do you always have to be so dramatic? Just don't make a big deal out of this, will you?" Hange said.

"I told you it's fine, which word did you not understand?"

Hange turned towards Moblit and sneered: "Mr Grumpass over here has the worst case of resting bitch face known to man, but he's a softie deep inside, right Levi?"

Rolling his eyes, he grunted and leaned to the bartender. "Two beers and…" he turned to Moblit. "What do you drink?"

The young man seemed fascinated by the tips of his shoes but mumbled a vague reply, his face blushing under Levi's look. He had been feeling the short man's unwonted hostility since his arrival.

"Two beers and a whisky neat then, please," he ordered.

Levi grabbed the bottles and Moblit his own glass and they sat at the table a group of noisy students just left. Hange took off their worn out coat, randomly threw it on their chair and headed to the bathroom.

Only swallowing sounds filled the awkward silence between both men as they took a sip of their drink. Time seemed to stretch as they waited for Hange to come back.

"You...you seem to be…in a…in a worse mood than usual today, Levi." Moblit found the courage to break the heavy atmosphere, the end of the sentence stumbling out of his mouth in a hurry. "Are you alright?"

Levi averted his gaze. "Nothing unusual, don't worry about that," he replied in a breath.

Moblit's fingers fidgeted over his glass. His eyebrows seemed to knit as he was deep in thought.

"I saw it, you know…" he said after a pause. "When we stepped in earlier."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Levi glanced nervously to the bathroom door every once in a while, his knuckles whitening as he tightened the grip on the beer bottle.

"I noticed that you almost smiled when Hange came in, but your face soured as soon as you saw me."

Moblit paused for a few seconds again, his eyes still dived into his glass.

"So I'm asking you what's wrong today, because I never ever saw you so angry with me!" he finally let out sheepishly.

Levi rubbed his face, ran his hand through his hair and let out a long, weary sigh. Leaning over the table, gesturing to get Moblit to do the same, he finally asked in an infuriated whisper: "the fuck are you doing here? Why didn't Hange come alone?"

Taken aback, Moblit gasped: "they said you planned to have drinks together tonight and they invited me. As a friend."

Anger still filled Levi's low voice.

"Why did you accept? Now you ruined it all, dumbass!"

Moblit choked on a sip of whisky and coughed.

"What do you mean, Levi? How could I refuse? I thought Erwin and Miche would be here as well but I don-"

Moblit stopped and his eyes widened comically as he came to a logical conclusion.

"Holy sh-shit... I'm sorry to ask this but…is this a date?" he squeaked.

As Levi opened his mouth to reply, Hange rushed over to them and, as graceful as a hippo, sank into their chair with a relieved sigh.

"Oi! How are you doing guys? Talking about me?" they said with a dorky grin.

"We were starting to worry, Four-Eyes!" Levi scoffed. "Man, how long of a shit were you taking anyway?"

Hange burst out laughing: "oh, long enough to get the job done, thank you for asking!"

Moblit had been stunned for years by their constant, almost always disgusting bickering, mostly based on poop jokes and mean nicknames. But today he couldn't believe this banter may have become a sick way of flirting, at least from Levi's part.

Fucking weirdos.

He finished his drink in one gulp and put his glass on the table a little too heavily. The young man suddenly cleared his throat, interrupting the stream of gross jesting flowing between the two, drawing Levi's irked attention to him.

Hange's boisterous laughter faded away as they also turned to look at him. 

"I…I have to…to go now," he uttered sheepishly.

As he got up, pushing back his chair with an unpleasant screeching, Hange grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Where do you think you're going?" they asked. "Don't leave me alone with Shortstack over here, he's literally pouring his shit-talking down on me!" They winked and grinned as Levi rolled his eyes.

Hange looked up at him with their legendary pleading puppy eyes."Stay with us Moblit, we only just got started! It'll be so much fun! Please, please, please, please!!!"

Moblit briefly glanced at Levi and a shiver of dread instantly ran down his spine as he met his sharp grey look.

"I'm…I'm…s-sorry, Hange, I…I really have to…to go now." A pearl of cold sweat made its way down his face. 

"I'm…I'm supposed to see…er… Nifa later and I…I need to take a shower first! Have fun and...and…well, see you tomorrow at the lab Hange!"

Before his friend tried to stop him from leaving again, he hurried out of the bar as Levi watched him go, a smug smirk on his face.

Hange was right: they had just got started.

*****

Thank you so much to my Darling Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for beta/proof reading 😘

[qoldenskies]

I am kinda new to the rise fandom I was wondering why isn’t Raph as popular or well liked? Is it because he’s too different from the angsty emo bad boy we usually we get?

i definitely dont see any dislike for him, and as someone who's also pretty new to the rottmnt fandom, there's a very shocking amount of balance in appreciation for all four of them, even though there's undeniably a universal favorite lmao. i could come up with all sorts of reasons for the way i feel raph and mikey get sidelined in a lot of fan content, but honestly i think the truth of it is that people just like angst and their flavors of problems aren't as interesting to them as donnie's and ESPECIALLY not leo's. which is fine, im not going to police what people get up to, even though i can be personally peeved about things like struggling to find content im looking for. im creating here too i can rectify that for myself!!! and i am also very rabid on the donnie stanning and am also a secret leo kinnie (shh) so i cant say too much myself

like idk ive been into whump since before i even knew what the word meant, and im an adult now, and fandom has always slotted certain characters into the role of "caretaker" when writing it, and raph is a very easy character to put there in particular. and i get it because i end up doing it a lot myself, i just love giving him angst ABOUT it every single time because that is the thing that's actively fucking him up all day 24/7 anyway. its fun

but semi-unrelated i will complain a LITTLE about how much april gets parentified in the fandom and how i dont really consider her their sister (even though ive dipped my toes into it a bit because its popular fandom consensus) she's the bestie guys...... they call her the Bestie........ i prefer her to be considered family in a more ambiguous sense, i think its more fulfilling. im pretty sure if we got more time with cassandra she also would've been getting HEAVILY found family'd (it was kind of implied in the movie) but i ain't seen nobody implying she's their sister!!! (not shitting on people who interpret her that way btw!!! i just dont really like how she gets parentified and turned into a infallible cool older sister when she's a bit of a wreck herself and like... the fact that she's a black girl getting this treatment is not lost on me)

[rageprufrock]

If you are still taking asks: What are your thoughts on Prapai?

P.s. I have been following you since your Inception days I believe. I just love the way you write. Your turn of phrase staggers me! Keep it up!

Prapai makes zero sense as a human being and I'm obsessed with him. If we take his behavior at face value, then he is actually a golden retriever of a human being, but that also ignores the reality of the implicit behavior prior to the beginning of our deeper narrative association of him? By the time we get into shit in episode 8 of LITA, we see Pai has a hot shit racer who sleeps around but then gets his world rocked by Sky and undergoes a total personal transformation. He's so cute and devoted! He delivers food! He loves Sky completely! It's all so tender and romantic!

ONLY IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT:

Pai is also a 25 year old fuckboy whose leisure activity is to engage in one of the most deadly sports in the world in an illegal racing circuit run by the fucking Thai mafia, and he knows Sky's abusive shitbag of an ex socially!! He might not LIKE them, but he's not shunning them socially, either. Like imagine if you're dating someone, and you go to a party with them and you find out your partner hangs out socially with Ben Shapiro. Does that not say 1 million things about your partner, even if they aren't besties with Ben Shapiro? Wouldn't you be gearing up for a deep night of soulful introspection about this person? A pro and con list that has to take into account if that dick is bomb enough to negotiate on whether or not he continues to hang out with the type of people who hangs out with fucking Ben Shapiro?

One of the most interesting elements of the series for me was when Sky was shutting Pai down hard post party in episode 12, when we saw Pai really, really angry. He's actually fucking scary when he's pissed! His entire house is tiptoeing around him, and he's just staring at his cell phone like a whole psycho and then he busts out THREE DIFFERENT MOBILE PHONES to call Sky--are those his phones?? When he was stalking Sky pre-dating, he was just changing his sim cards. Where did these fucking mobiles come from? Did he just steal them from other people in his house? What the fuck!

Also the fact that I have to clarify about the pre-dating stalking, not the post-dating stalking, is a problem! It's fiction so whatever, but were anyone in reality to engage in his behavior in the early days of his and Sky's interaction--that includes everything from the night they fucking met to the pervert rough breathing phone calls when he's probably doing bumps of coke and lifting in his gym at home--it would be like a fucking fire sale at the red flag outlet store.

So this is a guy whose anger is cold and calculated and terrifying, has no qualms with engaging in recreational or less recreational stalking behavior, used to and comfortable wielding power, clearly has a very elastic sense of morality, and no normal human calibration for fear of death. He also has the relentless confidence of both social privilege and generational wealth, and it is heavily implied in the series that he gets the Thai mafia to kill his boyfriend's ex. This guy is 100 percent a sophisticated sociopath whose upbringing and socialization has taught him how to mask flawlessly, and who has identified Sky as one of the 10 people he gives a fuck about on the whole planet.

I want to be super clear: all of this makes Prapai impossibly attractive to me and I'm obsessed with him. Pai triggers in me the same instinctive yearning that I feel when I spot a pack of Marlboro Reds or see a tumbler of bourbon. To leverage terminology the tumblr youth have taught me, Prapai is blorbo-shaped, to me, and has never done anything wrong, ever, in his entire life.

[thesockghost]

NEBULAS BIO

Name: nebula

Pronouns: she/her

Personality: obedient, snarky, calm

Interests/hobbies: reading books (?), documentaries, fashion history

Power: unknown (possibly the ability to have the other astrals speak through her….?)

Nebula is a messenger for the astrals (thought it’s heavily implied that she mostly works for Taurus and Leo).

She expressed a want to be friends with earth, sadly though, she has been shown to be in some sort of abusive relationship with Taurus, and possibly Leo as well.

Taurus seems to be working her down to the bone (since she doesn’t really even know what a hobby or break is), and doesn’t let her have even a single friend. Though, as of writing this: in the latest episode of the lunar and earth show (fly high, sweet prince…) nebula did say if lunar makes a good impression on Taurus, he could possibly ask Taurus to give her ✨bestie privileges™✨, so I’m not one to be like this, but hunny you’d better not fuck this up-

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