#... I'm fucking loon about him

[lil-melody-moon]

Sacrificed my Tumblr hours to watch "That'll Be the Day" and that was best decision of this evening.

This movie ain't anything special, but I somehow like the trope of "finding your path in life" so that one was a nice watch really. "Quadrophenia" had similar motive, but had a much worse outcome. Either way, I'm gonna watch "Stardust" as well and die. Like I did today...

Listen I knew Ringo played in this movie. He was a cutie really. Each second he was on screen warmed my heart. He smiled quite a lot in this one, seeing him smile always fills me with joy 💜 Also the ✨ass✨ scene 💜💜💜

And I KNEW that Keith played in this one as well, but like... I saw he plays a drummer, great, I thought he will not have any lines, but he did - I love his voice a lot, I can't even put it into words how much - and I enjoyed it, but was no one gonna tell me that he just thrashes on the drums by himself? THAT'S A FUCKING SOLO OF HIS!

*takes a deep breath* Breath, Melody, breath

Watch me... Fucking watch me fall for every character Keith played. Fucking watch me!

[meanbossart]

Heyo, absolutely adore your art!! I hope this hasn't been asked before, I know you get a lot of questions about your boy haha

But what does DU drow think of Astarions siblings? Does he like them, does he dislike them and how are his interactions with them?

Thank you so much! Surprisingly this hasn't been asked before, and either way I've made peace with the fact that I'm going to get a lot of repeated questions as new people pour in. I'm just glad that people find him interesting!

DU drow's attitude towards vampires in general tends match whatever Astarion has claimed about them. He told him they're sneaky, vengeful, competitive and power-hungry, and hence that's the image he's formed of them in his mind.

In the case of his siblings, I'm guessing Astarion would have a tendency for putting them down. I believe their relationships to each other were incredibly complex, but when you are forced to co-exist with people under dire circumstances you are bound to see the worst sides to them - and to remember those the clearest, since to victimize yourself further removes any of the blame you might feel for adding to the shared hurt.

So, DU drow likely got the worst scoop on all of them. Aurelia is a coward and a snitch; Dalyria is delusional and controlling; Leon is only out for himself; Yousen is a sanctimonious prick; Violet is a brainless loon; Petras is a fucking idiot who'd eat Cazador's toe-clippings if you gave them to him on a plate. DU drow just nods and agrees - they are vampires, after all.

And... I think occasionally Astarion would let something else slip. He may recount how he would coax Dalyria into talking about the intricacies of the nervous system at him because her endless rambling were the only thing that could put him to sleep anymore. Maybe he has a bittersweet memory about Yousen asking him how he's been, and how calm he continued to be even after Astarion snapped at him for asking such a pointless question. Maybe he caught Violet bawling her eyes out once, completely inconsolable, belligerent even, and he at least tried to get her to calm down before Cazador saw her in such state and punished her for it. DU drow doesn't know how to feel about these anecdotes or the pained sort of smiles Astarion puts on when he shares them in a bit too much detail.

Post game, DU drow gets to interact directly with some of them at length. So far in ANE he's met Dalyria. Without spoiling it too much, he now dislikes her more than Astarion ever intended him to, ironically enough.

[thegnomelord]

Prompt #13? With gaz and soap if you dont mind (i dont know if i have to ask for smut or not but can u make it smut?)

anon you are so lucky you asked for smut because I was SO ready to make this as angsty as I could but smut it is :Dd Play the game HERE

Prompt: "Get up."

CW:NSFW, Top Mreader, Sub bot Soap, Switch Kyle, fluff, mutual masturbation, frotting, sleepy sex, Johnny being needy.

The sun rises slowly on the horizon, sending rays of soft sunlight filtering through the blinds only for them to fall into Kyle's face. He flutters his bleary eyes for a few seconds before closing them again; the morning air is cold and he pulls the covers further over himself, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Kyle smiles as your body curls around him, your voice hoarse as you mutter a low "Morning?". You feel him shake his head, grumbling something under his breath, not at all ready to wake up. "Yeah," You hum, already half asleep yourself. Neither one of you are morning people, content to share each others warmth and sleep to the final minute.

Unfortunately you're dating the human version of a golden retriever.

"Oi," You feel the bed dip behind you, Johnny's cold hands settling on your shoulder. "Get up."

"No." You groan, pulling Kyle closer to yourself, pointedly ignoring Johnny. "Cold." You add; you still don't know how Johnny can wake up before dawn shows it's ass crack to do his morning run and exercise.

"You worried of freezing yer chebs off?" Soap persists, shaking your shoulder. "C'mon, I'm bored."

"If Kyle's not up, neither am I." You grunt, cracking your eyelids just enough to catch his scowl, looking him up and down to see his body covered in sweat, dressed in a loose top and figure hugging shorts— Any other day you would have been tempted to pull him down and eat him, but now you only close your eyes and relax back into the pillows when Kyle shuffles to nuzzle his face into your neck.

"That so," Soap's words would have set alarm bells in your head had you been more awake, but sleepy as you are you think nothing of it when you feel Soap's weight shift off the bed.

That is until a pillow slams down on Gaz's face, clipping you in the process.

"Fuck- Soap!" Gaz yelps, pressing his arm over his head and using you as a human shield. It's no use as Johnny's as accurate with the pillow as he is with any gun.

"Sun's in the sky already, wake up." Johnny just giggles like a child, only stopping his soft assault when you sit up, the cold air having free reign to gnaw on your skin when the sheets pool around your torso seeing as you like sleeping naked.

"Alright," You suppress a shiver as you push the covers off yourself, putting some distance between yourself and Kyle. Your eyes settle on Johnny who's grinning like a loon, thinking he's won. "if you want to be a nuisance so be it."

"Wot-" Before Johnny can say anything you grab him by the shirt and pull him down into the space you created, swiftly pulling the sheets over yourself before you freeze your cock off.

You catch Kyle smirking lovingly as you trap Soap between you two, amused how Johnny just submits to you without complaint when your hands slide across his body. "You were doing that on purpose." Gaz chuckles.

"Ah dinnae ken wot yer talking about." Johnny huffs but shuffles to kiss him, starting to pant. There's always a certain thrill he gets when he's surrounded by you two, your firm chest pressing into his back and chest to chest with Kyle, pressing so firmly against him he can't even squirm when your hands wander over his body.

"Hmmh," You hun, not believing him for a second, especially when you feel his hard cock tenting his shorts, a small damp spot forming where his tip is. "And this has nothing to do with it?" You murmur in his ear.

"Nuh-uh," He shakes his head, the smug thing he is, purposely pushing his arse back to grind your cock between his cheeks. "But ye've got a problem of yer own."

Kyle snorts, silencing him with another kiss. "Looks to me like you're just looking for trouble." There's a lazy lust in his eyes, making Soap shudder when he slips them beneath his shirt, absentmindedly tweaking a nipple.

"Stap yer haverin'" Johnny moans low and slow against Gaz's lips, "Wouldn't be in this state if ye got up in a proper hour." He huffs, making you think you've spoiled him too much, but it's hard to not do it when he wiggles his hips so eagerly for you the second you start tugging on his waistband.

"You're not going to get fucked faster if you wake us up early." You can already taste the hypocrisy as you peel down his shorts; You're not the least bit surprised when you see he's gone commando, his cock hard and red and leaking against Gaz's equally flushed one.

"Dinnae lads, works just fine." He chuckles, grinning and swiftly tilting his head down to suck a hickey into Gaz's neck, throwing a leg over him to give your wandering better access to his hole.

You're treated to your second surprise-not-surprise as your fingers feel the cool surface of a plug. Kyle meets your eyes and grins, "Thought ahead did he?" He can already tell what you've found just from the look in your eyes, his hand sliding down to grip both of their cocks. "Needed us the second you woke up, yeah?"

Soap groans so beautifully, pleasure dampening his rational thoughts and leading him to nod his head. "Yeah," You tug gently on the plug, the pleased whimper escaping his throat like the angel's choir to your ears, leading you to draw more of those sounds by slowly thrusting the plug into him. Your mouth goes dry at how his walls suck in the plug without any resistance, sweet little 'ah, ah, ah's leaving his lips every time you push the plug in as Kyle strokes up to swipe across their heads, both of you working in tandem to make him buzz with pleasure.

You don't doubt he's stretched enough to take you now, loose as he is from last night and the thought of him working out with a butt plug scrapping against his prostate has blood rushing down to your cock— but no, you're not going to give him what he wants just yet.

"Ah, fuck, lads-" Soap whines, head tipping back to rest on your shoulder and giving you and Kyle access to nip and kiss his neck, his muscles twitching from the constant unending pleasure he's being drip-fed. "-please, want more- it's not enough-"

You pull the plug out fully with a wet 'pop' and the loud needy whine he makes has your brain leaking to your cock. "Yeah, do you think he's earned it?" You ask Kyle, your voice light with mischief, ignoring Soap's whining as you swirl your fingers around his clenching hole, gathering the lube before pushing two finger in to doublecheck he's ready.

"I don't know," Kyle puts on a thoughtful mask, the pace of his hand never increasing or changing no matter how much Soap attempts to buck into him. "I haven't heard any apologies about hitting me with a pillow yet," He smirks and bites Soap's neck.

"Fock-" Soap jumps from the sudden sting of pain and you take the opportunity to press firmly on his prostate, making a small stream of pre dribble from Soap's cockhead, "I'm sorry alright? Now please just- ah focking need it-" Soap sucks in a sharp breath, tears prickling his eyes from the overstimulation.

"Alright, alright," Gaz murmurs and kisses away the wetness around Johnny's eyes, giving you a subtle nod as he increases the pace of his hand, Johnny's precum easing the glide of skin on skin.

"Relax now." You pull your fingers out, quickly using the residual lube on your cock before blindly guiding your tip to his hole, your cock bobbing at how greedily his hole kisses your cockhead, fluttering around nothing. "Breathe," You instruct, feeling Johnny relax against you as you push in.

The angle is awkward given you're all on your sides, but it doesn't seem to be a problem for Johnny from the way he moans, panting like a work horse, his body easily taking you to the hilt in one go, so familiar with your presence inside him he doesn't even struggle to adapt to your shaft splitting him open. "Fuck- that's the spot." Johnny groans, bucking his hips into Gaz's hand, relishing the way your cock scrapes against his walls.

"So eager for us," Kyle hums, letting soft little moans of his own, pleasure buzzing up both of their spines. You set a slow pace, pulling out to the tip of your cock before pushing back inside balls deep, rocking their cocks together into Gaz's hand so all of you drown in hedonistic bliss.

You don't attempt to increase the pace nor does Johnny try to make you speed up, moans filling the silence of your bedroom every time your tip catches on his prostate, every time Kyle strokes up to play with their tips, every time your hips meet Soap's with your cock sitting so deep he swears he can feel it in his throat, every time your hand slides up to pinch Soap's nipple only to slide down to join Gaz's hand for a brief second only to go back up before it becomes too much.

Soap doesn't even notice how close he is until the second Kyle roughly squeezes their tips together and Soap's cumming just like that, whole body shuddering and his tight walls fluttering around you as he bites Kyle's shoulder to muffle his moans, cum spurting from his tip all over Gaz's hand.

You and Kyle aren't too far off, your hips bucking a few more times before you shove your cock as deep as it'll go into Soap's willing walls, cumming deep inside him with his body clenching around you in an attempt to milk you for all you have. You barely catch the swift movement of Kyle's hand and he's following after you, cum spurting across Johnny's front, pleased moans and harsh breaths leaving their chests heaving.

"That take care of you?" You hum as you relax into the mattress, all of you boneless. You don't attempt to pull out, not that you could with how he's clenching around you like a vice.

"Hmh," Johnny hums and nuzzles his head into the crook of Gaz's neck, making Kyle snort and card through Johnny's mohawk with his clean hand, his eyelids hanging low and a yawn leaving his lips.

Perhaps you could squeeze out a few more minutes of sleep...

[swifty-fox]

It's raining so badly in the UK it's become a caricature of itself, but it made me think....how do the Chapel ooys handle bad weather in that car? Do they ever get into fights when they're frustrated, or more just bickering?

they have a couple arguments here! but I miss them so

"I'm tired," Gale sighs, slumping further into his seat, drawing the oversized hoodie of John's down over his eyes to block out the constant patter of rain.

"Blanket's in the backseat," John reminds him, eyes flicking from the unfolded map on his lap to the street and back. He was driving one handed, cigarette pinched between two knuckles and leaking sweet smoke into the belly of the car. The window's cracked but it's ineffective at clearing out the worst of the haze, spitting in more damp rain and humid air than it is snatching away the smoke.

Gale bites back a quiet noise of frustration, "I'm sick of sittin' up here."

"So get in the back seat."

"I want to stop somewhere, Bucky."

"In this?" John asks incredulously, glancing up and over at Gale, "Every Inn from here to Wichita is going to be fully booked."

"In Kansas?" Gale snaps.

John waves a hand around helplessly. At the road, slick with rain. At the angry patter of rain on the windshield.

"Pick a spot. You want the Ritz? The Hilton? How about the Mariott?"

They've been on the road for a whopping seventeen consecutive hours, stopping only for gas and to relieve themselves. And now the rain, slick and insistent and turning the air around them maddeningly heavy with damp. Clinging their clothes to their bodies and their hair to their necks, it did little to cool off the world, just stol their ability to sweat away the worst of the heat.

"Nice, Bucky," Gale mutters, crossing his arms and slumping in the seat.

"Listen, doll, if a fucking Four Seasons popped up right now that'd be one thing, but there ain't shit out here."

"Just forget about it."

John glances down at the map again, squints out at the road. Works his jaw in a quick chewing motion, "You knew what you were getting into. Don't take it out on me."

Gale scoffs lightly, turns to punch the back of the seat soft and adjusts his position again, "You didn't have to take me with you."

"Yeah," John says slowly, "Cos' when a guy says take me with you or I'll give a Lewisnky to the barrel of a gun, it really gives a guy a lotta options.

"I didn't realize I was such a charity case to you, John," Gale answers coldly.

"Oh Jesus, come on, Buck."

"Pull over."

"Are you serious?"

"Pull the fuck over," Gale insists, going for the door handle.

"Fuck, " John swerves the car, braking hard enough to slide Gale forward in his seat a few inches, "You call me a loon, hold on don't jump out."

Gale waits until the car is at little more than a slow roll along the shoulder to leave its dry confines. He's soaked almost immediately by the downpour, plastering his hair to his face in stringy pathetic strands and turning his clothes dark and heavy. He doesn't care, taking several long strides away from the vehicle and out into the dark prairie. He hears the slam of a second car door behind him, John's muffled curse and then an exasperated bellow.

"Don't get out of sight of the car lights, Gale."

He ignores the command, striding out further and tripping over thick clods of soaking grass. John's huffing and puffing behind him, large body as graceful as a bull as he follows after Gale.

"Buck, just stop would you?"

Gale wants to tell him to go fuck himself. He stops.

Stares out over the scenery though there's nothing to see past the obscure of the rain. It slips between his slightly parted lips, cool and sweet; strikes the crown of his head in sharp impacts, the droplets fat and heavy.

"I didn't mean it like that, Gale," John says as he draws up beside him.

Gale wraps his arms around his torso, damp shirt fabric bunching heavily under his touch. He inhales, then scoffs, "How'd you mean it then?"

When he glances over John's got his own hoodie drawn up tight, strings drawn tight so only his nose and chin are visible. It's comedic enough to almost make Gale laugh, if he weren't so committed to being angry.

John purses his lips, then sighs, grinning sideways, "I dunno. Just bein' shitty I guess."

"Yeah," Gale agrees, "Me too."

"So we're both shitty," John concedes, "And now we're wet."

"Yeah," Gale agrees.

Heavy warm arms wrap around Gale's shoulder, draw him in front and close. He can't see John's eyes but doesn't need to, could pick them out in his sleep. John leans forward to kiss him, then pauses as if checking they were on the same page. Gale tilts his chin up slightly, tucks his slick fingers into the front pocket of John's hoodie.

John kisses him, slow and tender and with enough lightness rainwater slips between their lips, filling their mouths between caresses.

"I'm sorry," John says, "'M fuckin' tired too."

"Let me have a turn driving," Gale says, "I'll find us a place to sleep for the night."

they fight! just like any other couple :)

[missvelvetsstuff]

As per usual, I'm a bit stuck on my current story, No Benefits(don't worry, I'm working on it but progress is slow.) And this idea popped into my head. Well, the truth is I rewatched the Newsroom and it gave me an idea. If you've seen the show you might see the similarities but it's not identical.

If you haven't seen the show, you really should.

Here's a draft of the prologue, LMK what you think and if you want more.

The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Prologue

Warnings: Swearing, angst, cannabis usage

Buckys motorcycle roared up the driveway of the Avengers compound, returning from a two week vacation after a mission fiasco. Tony had sent him to his house on Loon Lake, upstate. It was bigger and fancier than Bucky ever needed but secluded, quiet and on the water. Very relaxing. Pretty girls at the bar down the road helped pass the time.

He felt himself tensing as he parked and turned his bike off. Flashes of the drama went through his mind and he shook his head in an attempt to clear it.

His goddamn assistant had risked the mission when she didn't make sure he was fully  equipped. She was cute and not bad in the sack but had only lasted a few weeks before forgetting his favorite knife and guns, causing him to be unarmed and unable to protect the civilians he was trying to rush from the building. Thankfully Sam had been close by and able to get them to safety.

Bucky was lucky no one was killed. Well, no innocents were killed but a couple were seriously hurt, including a young girl, maybe 10 years old. He was shot as well but that was healed before he had headed upstate.

The press had a field day and the anti Avengers crowd went nuts. It didn't help that he lost his temper at a reporter who pushed a camera into his face, which he grabbed with his vibranium hand and crushed before returning it to the reporter with a big grin.

Bucky strode into the building, nodding at security as he passed, and went straight for his room to drop his backpack. Then he headed to the common room, just in time for dinner. Most of the team was there and Tony reminded him they needed to meet about the assistant situation.

Obviously his old assistant had been fired but a new one would need to be hired and Bucky hated that whole process. Tony expected him to at least sit in on the interviews since the first three he had were only interviewed by Pepper and washed out within the first week.

After he ate Bucky cleared his plate, confirmed he would meet up with Tony first thing in the morning, and went to bed.

His sleep was interrupted by nightmares of that mission, they had eased while he was gone but were back now that he was home. In his dreams, he failed and innocent people died, he watched that young girl bleed out in his arms before he woke up yelling.

Bucky was up at 5am, worked out, showered, ate and headed to Tony's office. When he arrived Tony's secretary waved him into the office.

Bucky sat across from Tony and waited for him to finish his phone call "Perfect, I really appreciate your help on this. I'll see you in a few minutes?" He paused, listening "No, that's no problem, I'll keep him here."

Tony hung up the call and looked at Bucky with a big grin on his face. "I believe I have solved your assistant problem. I found the perfect person and she'll be here any minute."

Bucky nodded "Great, so I can go now, right." Standing up from his seat, Bucky turned around and saw her. He did a double take, then glared at Tony

"NO! Hell no. No fucking way, this isn't happening Stark. I'm not working with her! Not after what happened. What she did."

Y/N smirked and winked at him while her gut wrenched at the hate in his eyes, she wouldn't let him see her pain. "Nice seeing you again too, Barnes."

Tony shook his head "Sorry pal, you don't get a vote in this. You've gone through 13 assistants in 6 months, not to mention the dozens in the 2 years before that. Y/N was the last one who knew what she was doing. The rest just wanted to get in your bed."

Y/N chuckled "That won't be a problem with me. I wouldn't have even come but I could use a break. Madripoor has been worse than usual since the Power Broker showed up"

Bucky flinched at the mention of Sharon Carter but pushed it aside then smirked "Well we agree on that, you're not getting anywhere near my bed." He looked at Tony "Can I go now?"

Tony nodded. Once Bucky was gone Tony hugged Y/N "Sorry about that but you know how he is better than anyone."

She shrugged sadly "It's fine. I mean he could have gone violent. I'm gonna go get my room unpacked. I'll see you at the team meeting tomorrow morning."

Bucky stalked to his room where he paced angrily for a few minutes before yelling into a pillow then changing and heading to the gym to work it out.

He started on a punching bag and his mind wandered. Why did Tony have to bring her back? There had to be other people out there that could do the job, the rest of the team all had long time assistants and didn't go through all the drama he seemed to. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door opening.

Steve walked up to him at the same time he broke the punching bag which slid across the room and threw sand everywhere. "You alright there punk?"

Bucky glared at him "Do you know what Tony has done? Did you know?"

Steve sighed "Tony told me this morning. Said he didn't want me tipping you off. I know you're not happy about it but she was the last competent assistant you had. Your mission gear, appointments and paperwork were under control so no goofs like with every assistant you've had since, you know." He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, not wanting to open any old wounds.

Bucky scoffed "How am I supposed to deal with her every fucking day. After everything that happened. I don't know if I can do this without losing it."

Steve nodded "I know but maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe you two can talk and find some kind of closure, even be friends again."

Bucky snorted "Thor been visiting with his fancy liquor? You can't possibly say that and be sober. How can I be friends after she-" he couldn't say it.

"I know jerk but just give it a shot. If it's awful then we'll make changes but at least you'll have tried."

Bucky sighed "I was gonna marry her."

Y/N went to her bedroom, Tony was kind enough to find her a place far from Bucky's quarters, where she had practically lived before everything blew up. She sighed and looked at the boxes stacked up next to the sofa, in her little seating area, before falling into the sofa.

Being in Bucky's presence for just moments was exhausting, forcing her to wade through all the heartache from two years ago. For a long moment she questioned her ability to deal with seeing him again, every day and still so pissed at her. Obviously he still hadn't learned the truth about that day but she wasn't going to try to tell him. She already did that, tried to get to him before anyone else could spin what happened but she was too late and what she found when she tried to go home had blown her life up. She had no reason to expect him to be open to hearing anything from her.

She shook her head to clear the negative thoughts. Bucky might hate her but he needed her, even if he would never admit it. Once his life was back in order and his reputation polished she would disappear back to Madripoor.

When she was done unpacking and organizing her room, Y/N grabbed a sandwich and iced tea from the cooler on the coffee table and sat back to enjoy her dinner. As she cleaned up, she ate a special brownie hoping it would help her sleep but knowing that it wouldn't be enough to stop the nightmares.

Tomorrows meeting would be interesting.

Chapter 1

[felassan]

Mark Meer: "Dropped by the @/Modiphius booth at @/Gen_Con to check out their new @/masseffect board game! Thanks for having me, folks. 😎 #/GenCon2024 #/MassEffect" [source] Modiphius: "It was a pleasure having you stop by! So glad you liked the minis" [source] --- Calvin Wong Tze Loon, board game co-designer: "hi devon! hope we can meet one day, was lovely working on the game" [source] Devon Gardner, Consumer Products Licensing Manager at BioWare Edmonton: "I hope so too! Had so much fun working on the game, your knowledge and revence for the Mass Effect universe was/is inspiring. :) Surreal to see it all out there with people playing!" [source] Calvin: "listen how else are we to spread the gospel of calibrations" [source]

Some more from the upcoming Mass Effect board game, which had playable demos at Gen Con this weekend just past. :) the rest of this post is under a cut due to length.

The game will be $50 (they were aiming for $40 but didn't make it) and is co-op but also one player. the game contains 12 dice, 2 books, 5 character sheets, like 40 cards, 6 minis (for painting if you like), tokens and a rulebook. the game will also be available in Spanish. the game includes calibrations hh. they hope to release in "Novemberish"/Q4. it also sounds like they plan to create expansions for it!

it sounds like everyone who played the game at Gen Con during the demos loved it! co-designer of the board game Calvin Wong Tze Loon (who designed things such as abilities and lore for it) shared some insights about the creation of the game, and the feedback folks who played it at the con had, on Twitter:

"'even people who didn't play mass effect liked it' this makes me so happy because this was one of our target audiences. people who enjoy games but aren't necessarily fans of the series. aaaaaaaaaa" [source] "'solved many problems the genre typically struggles with' also really proud of this. as huge tactics nerds Eric and I are always trying to sand down issues that get between the player and the game. clunky line of sight. long set up. lots of admin and bookkeeping." [source] "'got to do [classic thing favorite character does] what more can you ask for' i put many, many, many hours into the character abilities. this was really hard. asymmetric but balanced. accurate to the video game but simple and intuitive. play well off each other, replayable..." [source] "'the mechanics and paragon/renegade represent mass effect so well' one of the biggest compliments i got is that everyone who's worked on this game whether at modi or bioware cannot wait to get their copies so they can keep playing it." [source] "there's a type of person who will see this box and go fuck yeah take my money, no questions asked but we still wanted them to feel like they got their moneys worth with it. we crammed this box about as full as we could but we worked super hard to make the experience easy and fun" [source] "we worked really hard to make the game as replayable and enjoyable as possible whether on playthrough 1 or 10. we know mass effect players love to replay the game over and over so we built that in from the start." [source] "when we started making the game out target was actually 40 dollars so it would be so absurdly cheap people would just impulse buy it but we didn't manage to get there" [source] "seriously i can't wait for people to play it" [source] "mordin was planned but we had to cut him because dev time was pretty short and also we ran out of space for his mini on 1 mould :(" [source] "god i spent SO many hours on the ability design but it's one of my favorite things to do so that's fine. i'm so glad it paid off. shepard's ability alone had like 20 versions" [source] "one of our goals for this game was to take the things we personally found were 'getting in the way' from tactics games and present solutions. 'find tile 13A'->map book. make campaigns short&replayable instead of 'see you in 6months for mission 2'. super long teaches." [source] "eric paid super extra attention to the graphics cause the game is pretty complex we wanted minimum friction in terms of ux" [source] Gavin Dady, Senior Project and Process Manager at Modiphius, also commented - "We also wanted to make not just a Mass Effect game, not just a good game, but a good Mass Effect game. Everybody involved said early on that it had to be an authentic Mass Effect experience and, gosh darn it, I think it is." [source] "We have review copies heading for the local relays in the next couple of weeks. Some are already in transit with Quarian fast couriers using hot-tuned drives." [source] "We've worked very hard to make sure it's not just a good game, or a Mass Effect game, but a good Mass Effect game. It's a franchise that is close to my heart too (I'm the project manager and visionary) so we spent a long time making sure we got it right." [source]

[other post sources: source, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen]

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Flirting With Pranks

Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together

"Gale!" 

"Astarion!"

The pale elf doubled over in his bout of hysterical laughter. He dropped his book on the ground in favor of holding his abdomen, which was tingling as his nerves were toyed with. He tried to fight the bubbling laughter before giving in to the urge - it was too strong. The tingling was turning into invisible yet solid touches, pinching up his hips and sides. 

Astarion collapsed to his knees. "Whahat the FUCK Gahahale?! It tihihickles!"

"It does? Good! It's supposed to."

Astarion slapped a hand over his ear as some invisible soft instrument flicked over it. "Whyhyhy?!"

"I wanted to hear you laugh, darling. And I wanted it to be fun for you." He put his hands on his hips with a satisfied grin. He had never seen Astarion so out of control - the elf had flopped face-first to the ground and was writhing. "It lasts about as long as that laughing curse you keep casting on us in camp."

"Yohou're awful!" Astarion squealed as the tickling moved into his armpits, and his legs kicked out in wheels. 

"I can't help but notice you aren't begging for it to stop, darling. Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."

Astarion was not about to tell Gale the magic all seemed to jump around his worst spots, making him spasm and twist in his giggle bouts. He couldn't, and didn't dare, imagine what it would be like for all of his worst spots to be tickled at once. His arms went up and down as his hands tried to soothe his tingling skin. "Fuhuck you!"

"More experimentation it is. I don't mind! You had me cackling like a damn loon yesterday, you know? Wyll and Karlach got the best cuts of meat for dinner and I got bone broth. Clear. Bone. Broth."

"I'm sohohorry!"

"Well yeah, you are now."

"Aha! Heh. Heheh…" The tickling slowed and disappeared, leaving Astarion panting hard on the ground. He was not left alone for long though - Gale sat himself down on the other's thighs and wriggled his fingers into the exposed stomach lying before him. "GAHAHALE!"

"I had no idea you were actually ticklish dear, I simply must try this for myself."

"Oho no you dohohon't!" A struggle ensued, or started to, because Astarion was still a panting mess from the magic tickle attack. He tried to grab Gale's hands as they snaked up his sides and to that bottom rib, but he was too clumsy and panicked to stop the wizard from making him cackle. He squeezed his eyes shut and caved as the other played his ribs like some instrument. "Nohohoho! Gale, haha, GAHALE, stahp! NAHAT THERE! THAT! HAHA! FAHACK! Yes, yehehes, gohoho bahahack dohown! Get awahay FROM OHAHAHA! THEHERE!"

Pinches turned into loops and swipes, then stopped, and Astarion's cackling slowed to gasping giggles. He managed to open his eyes and give Gale a pleading look. 

"Your real laugh is adorable, you know that?" He said fondly. 

"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."

"Are you going to stop casting that laughing spell on us around camp now that I perfected one of my own? Because I can tickle you all day long, darling."

"I…" His smile faltered as he thought, and it returned as a playful and practiced smirk. "As awful as that was, darling, I think it is awfully strange that you created such a playful spell just for me. That wasn't designed to be a one time use, was it? I mean, here you are, on top of me-"

"Oh my gods Astarion."

"And you know? I rather like the attention. And I think you want to make me laugh. Keep making your teasing, playful spells for me Gale, it makes me feel special. Now get off of me so I can exact my revenge when you least expect it."

"It makes you feel- oh you do want another round is what it is? Projecting your feelings onto me, like you aren't the one making us laugh first, I see right through you," His hands began to glow, but the vampire had time to recover. Astarion twisted and threw Gale off, and they wrestled for control. "I'm not giving in!…NO!" Giddy giggles filled the air as they jabbed at each other, and Gale found himself weakening to protect his sensitive stomach. "I'll blow you up you ass, you get that finger OUT of my AHA! SHIRT! "

"Found the tickle button," Astarion had gained the upper hand, literally, and kept wiggling his finger in Gale's navel. The wizard's hands fell to protect himself. "Now we…are…on…the saaaame page. I may be ticklish, but you seem to be far worse off than I. Is that why you felt the need to cheat with magic?"

Gale was giggling too hard to answer. The tables had turned and he was drained from his earlier magic use.

"This is fun dear, and now that I know you're enjoying yourself here too," Astarion paused to admire the man below him. He ran his hands over Gale's stomach to soothe his nerves. "Well," he chuckled. "I prefer being the one to make you laugh. Remember that next time you start a fight I will always finish." He collapsed beside Gale on the ground. They caught their breath together, and Astarion broke the silence once they were quiet again. "So can you teach me that spell? I want to see if Lae'Zel is-"

"No."

"But-!"

"I hate wasting a revival scroll, dear. If that power were in your hands this whole camp would either be at your mercy or I would have to keep bringing you back after they kill you."

"What if I only use it on you?"

"Even worse. If you want to tickle me you have to be brave about it."

"A challenge…I accept. Now cuddle me, if the group isn't back by sundown we can keep playing."

"Gladly, darling."

[sil-te-plait-tue-moi]

You're killin' me!

Quick summary: Phantom and Maverick have had their fair share of head-butting – competition, ego and feelings don't mix well, apparently. Finally, however, they seem to reach a peace after a day on the beach.

Word count: 3K (getting into writing these shorter fits woo!)

Warnings: Kind of angsty but also you make out so like is it really that bad; allusions to smut; lots of swear words; yeah, not much for this, it's pretty PG.

A/N: YAYYY, I'm back, sort of but also not really but also ENJOY THIS FIC. Yes, technically it is an extract from an unfinished chapter of the mav x reader Wattpad story I'm halfway through writing (yes, I have a wattpad, it's called nonoitsnina), and maybe (BIIIIG emphasis on MAYBE) I will do a second part where y'all actually fuck and stuff but for now just take this. If anyone's still slinking around the Top Gun stuff, that is. Also, Bee is your RIO here. Just to preface. And Phantom (YOUR CALL-SIGN) shortens to Tommy or Tom from time to time but like if you read the Wattpad book (YES I KNOW I SOUND LIKE A SCARY 14 YEAR OLD) it makes more sense. OKAY ENJOY COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED HAVE A LOVELY JUBBLY DAY

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Stupid smiles plastered bright across their faces, Bee and Goose are already dashing down the road, speed-walking like a couple of suburban mothers, one swathed in a beach towel and picnic blanket, the other lopsided with a half-empty cooler grasped in one hand. 

I watch them go, brow furrowed, over my shoulder, slightly disconcerted. 

“I guess they—” Mav pauses, then huffs, equally as confused, “—really wanted those ice-creams.”

Sure. That’s why they keep glancing back at us and giggling like idiots: ice-creams. 

Maverick and I are strolling along the boardwalk back home – despite washing my feet at the tap, there’s still sand between my toes that tickles my skin with every step, but I could care less. He’d asked if I wanted us to take the bus—but I’d said no. Call me a loon (Bee certainly would), but, even after a full day of work—or play—nothing beats sitting outside in the quiet. Except sleep, I guess. But, when I can keep my eyes open, looking out a good view—and, boy, is this watercolour sunset some view—is perfect. After growing up in a city full of dust and cracks, I’ve embraced it: I’m gonna be one of those old ladies in a rocking chair on her porch, day and night, night and day.

Having just finished my own crêpe, I eat Maverick’s. When I ask him if he’s bothered by it, he tells me he’d bought them both for me in the first place. 

Sweet. Y’know, I really thought I was a good judge of character. I had to be, to be fair, growing up, pursuing this career – you must always assume the worst until proven otherwise. That’s the safe way, and it’s served me well. Until it had me screaming and yelling at everyone. That’s not—right. It makes me absolutely nauseous. 

So, all of these estimated traits, good and bad, have either been tossed or been filtered out.

It boils down to Maverick and his easy grin. He walks along the edge of the sidewalk, just looking at me with that goddamn easy grin. I’ve half a mind to slap him, just to give me a break from his attention. It makes me horribly self-conscious, forces a little thrill on me, like when you’re at the apex of a rollercoaster, just about to tip over. It feels like that, but it also feels like light streaming through a half-blinded window, so the warmth just collects there on the sill so that, when you touch it, you wish you could roll under it like a blanket. Of course, that warmth accumulates. I’m sweating. Like—a—pig. 

Jesus, I want to scream into my hands with how good he looks. His dark hair is still slightly damp with seawater, stiff in some places and criminally soft in others. Every now and then, he’ll pull at the white button-up that sticks just a little to his chest, to the contours of his stomach, and fan the skin there. Jesus Christ. My hands are basically twitching to touch him there, to feel the heat of him beneath my palm, solid and beating gently with his heartbeat. I clasp my fingers very tightly around my fork, my crêpe slip, concentrating it all into one point. 

I can’t tell if feeling like this is the best or the worst. Jesus, imagine if the other guys knew. They’d never shut up about it. Christ, they’d never take me seriously again. I don’t want to be the “girlfriend” – I want to be a formidable pilot. So many people just don’t think those two things can ever coexist. 

Not that I want to be a girlfriend. I couldn’t say that word out loud without feeling wrong. I’m a lot of things, but I don’t know if I could be that. 

A bike passes with an urgent ring of its bell, and Maverick twists his body in towards mine, hand hovering over my back, to push me out of the way from it. 

I go blank, scrambling to remember where we were in the conversation, mouth dry.

“So, you’re telling me,” I begin, grinning, “going into Return of the Jedi, you hoped that Luke and Leia would end up together?”

Mav sighs and rolls his eyes, tearing off a little of what remains of the crêpe. ‘Well, at the time, I didn’t know they we’re fuckin’ siblings—”

“Maverick, that is incest.”

“Come on!” he laughs, and it’s the best sound in the world. “Goose thought so, too! Luke’s the main guy, so, like, it’s not not logical to think he’d get the main girl, right—?”

“But it’s Han Solo!” I exclaim, throwing my head back with a snort. He smiles down at me, eyes warm, in a way that I’m probably misinterpreting and will replay over and over in my head when I’m trying to sleep in bed tonight. “I thought you’d be a Han Solo kind of guy.”

“What, I remind you of him?” He tosses his head back and smoulders. I fake a gag.

“Well, he’s just—he’s just—” I trail off into laughter. “He’s really—I can’t explain it! If you ask any girl, she’ll know what I mean. Han Solo is so—” I giggle again, remembering how stunned and attracted to him I was when I first watched A New Hope in the theatre. “He’s just a lot of things.”

“Oh, yeah?—like what?”

Gosh, I can feel myself burning up – does he have to lower his voice like that? Does he have to try and catch my eye? God, it’s almost easier to hate him, to be honest – at least then I wouldn’t be acting like such a puddle.

“Like, charming and daring and, um—and clever, and—I don’t know. It’s just the way he speaks or something.”

He hums, hands in his pockets, his dad’s jacket draped over his forearm – I don’t think I’ve seen him go anywhere without that leather jacket. “And you like those things?” he pushes.

I bark out a laugh. “C’mon, Maverick, everyone like those things.” True enough – I could be blind and still fall in love with Han Solo and his smooth-talking. “And why Luke? Even if they weren’t siblings, why him? He had zero chemistry with—”

“Because he’s the chosen one!”

“—yeah, well, he—”

“He’s cool! Luke is objectively cool. He’s a pilot, he’s a Jedi, he’s a leader, he’s—”

“What-ever!” I exclaim, scrunching up my nose at him, and we giggle into quiet. “I’m not saying I didn’t like him as a character – I think he’s an amazing character. I just wouldn’t fuck ‘im.” I cackle at the absurdity of it all.

We continue walking.

Maybe all of this will fade in a couple hours. Maybe it’s the magic of Top Gun, this beach, this dusk that settles in fast around us, the lights that illuminate the darkening boardwalk. It’ll all be over in a couple more weeks, anyway. Bee ‘n’ I’ll go back to the carrier and be on with things, and Maverick will do whatever it is that he does. I know Goose says we should make plans to meet after school’s out, but who really has the time to spare? So, thank God Mav didn’t ride in on his motorcycle, ‘cause, if he’d insisted I hop on and wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his shoulder and la-la-la, I’d be in great danger of sleeping with him.

“D’you wanna head straight back?”

I look up at him. “Hmm?”

Jesus, he needs to tone down his looks or something – it’s disarming, a hazard, really. Those green eyes are givin’ me some mean butterflies, alright. Nowadays, I’ll see him fresh out of the sky, hair spiky and dishevelled with sweat – he doesn’t wear helmet hair as well as others, that’s for certain – and I’ll have to bury my face in my locker. I’ll see him absentmindedly chewing on his dog-tags, and it’ll have me air-headed for the rest of a lecture. I can’t classify it as a distraction, but it’s—certainly not intended. My head isn’t screwed on so tight, and I can’t keep tipping up in the cockpit – I know my ambition to win and these thoughts about Maverick have no correlation, but, good God, maybe if I could just focus more in classes—

“There’s—” he starts, then swallows. “We could go to the pier. Not really a view anymore, but we could see some lights. Boats, maybe.”

“Yeah,” I reply, excitement jolting through my body.

“Yeah?” I nod. He smiles. “Okay.”

When he asks me if I’m cold, he readjusts his jacket on his arm, like he’s already made his mind up to lend it to me. Of course, I shake my head – I’d probably end up stinking up the damn thing with how much I seem to be sweatin’.

We take our time to the end of the pier. When we reach the railing, we step up onto the bar and lean out to look down at the softly lapping water.

“You—erm—”

I turn to look at him, and the stutter of his words stops abruptly, his eyes wide. He looks at me dumbly, like I’m one of the seven fuckin’ wonders. Now, I’ve seen Maverick drunk, stupid, and downright embarrassing himself—just think of the time she lost that fuckin’ lovin’ feeling—but, even when he doesn’t know something, he always keeps face. He always has something to say. Now?—now, here, he looks hopeless.

“You—”

“I what, Mitchell?” I grin, shoving my hair behind my ear in light of the strong breeze that suddenly billows in from across the sea. “Watching the ships, right?” There they are: little dots on the horizon.

He flushes, snapping his attention away. “Right.”

I know what’s coming – I pick up on all of it: the fidgeting of his hands, the downcast dart of his eyes, the way he bites down on the inside of his cheek. Though it kinda perks me up to begin with, I just end up wilting again at the reminder of a certain instructor who I am evidently not.

Still, it’s nice to hear him say: “It’s just—” I tilt my head towards him, “—I think you’ve got great eyes. Great everything really. I dunno. I think—you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

I snort. “That 4% really got to you, hey, Mav?”

He doesn’t laugh, just pauses, takes a second to think about what he’s going to say. “I—don’t know—how to say it.”

My heart drops—in the bad way. “What?"

“That I think about you—a lot.”

Oh, Christ. I let out a deep sigh, and, immediately, his face drops like a stone. “Oh, don’t do that, Maverick.”

“Do what?” he protests through a weak smile.

I recoil just a little bit: he’s a flirt, yes, but I didn’t take him for a dirtbag. “Do what?” my ass. He knows what. Blonde-hair-and-bright-eyes, who’s what. Think of how smart she is, how accomplished she is, how beautiful she is, how level and respected she is – all of these things and a man can still write Charlie of as not that big a deal? That’s fuckin’ low.

“You’re being mean,” I tell him firmly, trying to force down the disgust that pushes under my tongue and the embarrassment that burns over my cheeks.

Maybe Carole and Goose really weren’t exaggerating. Maybe he has got eight women all lined up for him, just waiting for him to call.

His hand makes to touch my shoulder but doesn’t end up making contact – it just hovers, unsure. Either way, I wasn’t going to let it happen. Either way, I find myself scurrying back, away.

Mav has the audacity to look confused. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to—”

“So, what?” I snap, hopping down from the railing and scowling unabashedly at him once more. “I’m one of those girls you string along?”

He laughs – only, it’s not cute anymore; it’s fucking annoying. “No—!”

The wind blows strongly, warm, still, but with the promise of a storm. I have to raise my voice in order to get myself across, I tell myself: “What?—you wanna challenge yourself, or something? Me and Charlie—?”

This?—this seems to piss him off. Mav’s expression crumples into indigence as he protests strongly again, “No—!"

“But—”

“Phantom,” he presses desperately, eyes pleading for me to listen – I’ve seen that expression on him before; every time I’ve ignored it, I’ve ended up regretting it, yelling myself silly over a misunderstanding. So, I pause. I listen. The urgent haze fades away within the span of three deep breaths.

“I wanted Charlie’s advice on how to speak to you. I was nervous—am nervous—and I don’t want to say the wrong thing. She’s very—to-the-point. And Goose and Bee fluff like their lives depend on it.”

Nice one. Nice going, Tommy: do what you do best and throw a fuckin’ rage, why don’t you?

“I thought you didn’t like me—” I say to him dumbly, “—after what I said to you.”

We don’t talk about that argument in the locker rom. We don’t talk about the one after volleyball either, or the one in the air. It’s no excuse – that Viper is breathing down my neck, that I know Skipper expects highly of me – to act like a dick to all the competitors that block my way to that damn trophy. I need to climb this hill.

And here Maverick is, thinking about me—a lot.

“Your opinion matters to me more than you’d think,” he admits with a snarky, little snort. “You’re—” he trails off; the gale dies down. “You’re just—I don’t know how to put it. I’m—not great at the serious-talking stuff.”

“Embarrassed?” I tease. God, I know I am.

He grins. “A little bit.”

We make our way back to the dorms, talking. He tells me he’s liked me ever since this one lecture at the beginning of Top Gun—after the induction, after the bar, after the first exercise—when he’d said something dumb in response to Charlie’s criticism. According to him: “You turned back and looked at me and—and you just smiled. God, I dunno – I just couldn’t look away from you. Even—even after you, y’know, y’turned back around, I—I was just staring at the back of your head, hoping you’d do it again. That you’d look at me again, smile at me again.”

I don’t even remember that day.

He walks me to the door of my dorm, where the windows are all dark and the blinds all flat shut.

No way to make it up to him. No time, either. Should’ve kissed him right then and there at the bar that first night when he came over to the jukebox. Bee saw it in my face – I know that now. I should’ve let him win that bet with himself.

I might be about to do him that favour now, I guess. All flushed, all pretty, all nervous—he gets nervous?—Maverick is so close to me that the heat of his body radiates onto mine, far too dangerous for my liking. This is not what I intended. This is so far off my plan of how this program was gonna go.

But his nose is brushing mine, and his hands are so warm and gentle as they press over my arms.

“Can—?”

I nod softly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

The kiss, when it comes, is this soft, tentative sink into a brittle release. The gentle press of his nose into my warm cheek elicits a quiet sigh from the both of us – the break from silence must render me into this here embarrassing mess, melting like the ice-cream we shared earlier in the hot sun, because Mav gets that shit-eating grin on his face like he’s watching me lose to him at volleyball all over again. Whatever – he’s the one that probably had to take a cold shower over how I looked.

I cup my hand over the back of his neck, drawing him closer still to me.

Maverick kisses like he’s paying attention to every single detail of it – his eyes are slanted just slightly open, watching my face, and one of his hands rests kindly over my neck, his fingers pressing just a little into the pulse point which I’m sure is racing like a damn horse by now.  

Of course, he’s beautiful at this. Just my fuckin’ luck. Technically, yes, it is prohibited to have sexual relations on work premises. Even a man and a woman behind a locked door is assumed to be inappropriate – I’ve heard that one too many a time by the air boss back on the carrier. I’m far from a goody-two-shoes, but rules are rules for a reason. So, of course, it’s just my luck that I meet an unfairly handsome pilot with pretty eyes and entirely too destabilising a kiss. He trails his nose down along my jaw before burying it there in my neck; I hold him tight to me, fingers curling around the thick muscle of his shoulders.

When we kiss again, it’s different: searing, crushing, slow, breathless. The chorus of crickets and cicadas and other night-things is drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears and the soft noise that slips past Mav’s lips as he pauses for breath, to pant hotly over my cheek.

“You’re gonna have to help me out here, stud,” I mumble helplessly against him, to which he nods fiercely, reaching out blind for the door-knob and guiding me stumbling into my room.

Bee isn’t here – upon the side table, there’s a little, folded note that reads in chicken-scratch handwriting: Staying with Goose for the night. Have fun!

[prentissluvr]

omgg i completely forgot to ask but what were some of your sammy thoughts you had while you were on vacay?? 🤭

oh ngl i think i posted most of them lol

aCTUALLY WAIT NO I FORGOT i think i might turn this into a full set of headcanons but i'll give a little sneak peak hehehe

so basically i was on vacay and thinking about him the whole time because i have an unhealthy obsession with him and tendency to daydream about my muses 24/7 !!

basically i was at this shared family cabin up in canada! and it's super isolated and quiet and remote and surrounded by water! like you have to take a boat to get there etc etc hehe and i was just thinking all about what it would be like to go up there with sam and dean on a break from hunting!!

tw: lowkey mention of drowning lol

mostly you just swim in the lake that you're surrounded by and it's just so relaxing and lovely. if they don't already know, you teach them both how to drive a boat, and they're both quite good since it's not too hard.

and i imagined lots of swimming with both of them!! they'd both love it so much and spend just about all day in the water!! dean would refuse sunscreen and get burnt to a crisp LOL he also can't stop complaining about the bugs lmao.

i'm also thinking about night swimming with sammy aaaaa. it's like 99% soooo so so romantic. the water feels extra nice because the cooler air makes the water feel warmer by contrast. then you've got the stars, clear and bright in the night sky and the gorgeously big moon, dappling white light across the dark water. and of course there's sammy, keeping you close to him at all times, hands slipping over your body under the water, lips pressing to your forehead and mouth over and over again. if you're lucky you'll hear a loon too!! and it's the most hauntingly beautiful sounds that accompanies the light splash of water against the shore, the boat rocking against the dock, and the water swishing around you each time you move. AAAAA I NEED THIS SO BAD NOW and also the 1% is docked because there are so many fucking mosquitos at night so it's like :/// sucks so bad unless they're magically not bothering you lol.

and also! more swimming stuff! this would be cute for if you're not dating yet because like. hehe romantic tension. but the last day i was swimming i got a cramp in my foot KJSDFHS it hurt so bad and i would've literally (not literally i'm being dramatic) died if i didn't have that pool noodle on me LOL. anyways but like!! swimming out kind of far from the dock and then you get a foot cramp and are having trouble treading enough water to stay comfortably afloat. maybe you try to swim back but foot cramps hurt like a bitch! and sam and dean are just getting into the water and you're like "dean! please come save me i have a foot cramp lmao" because you have the hugest crush on sam and you feel to embarrassed to have SHIRTLESS HIM COME AND SWIM YOU TO SHORE LIKE ??????? anywaysss dean literally doesn't hear you because he's playing music from a speaker on the dock. but sam does and he's swims over to you in like two seconds flat and loops an arm around your waist and tells you to hang onto him and then brings you back to the dock, helps you out, and then makes you sit on the edge while he massaged the cramp away ??? and i'm dead??? because you were pulled flush up against him and his BARE CHEST ??? and you looped your arms around his BARE, WET NECK??? and he's holding your waist with his big big arm and big big hand and singlehandedly swimming the both of you back to shore?? and he's all worried for you and he's flustered from having you so close to him but he's more concerned about you. and you're flustered of course and he takes it as a little bit of fear from almost maybe drowning so he's being sooo gentle and caring and i'm going to throw up about him

anywayyyssss hahahahahhaha yeah! just other cute stuff like them being impressed by your boating skills or your yummy yummy cabin meals. sharing experiences with them from your childhood and other things that you only get there that they didn't know were so special to you before. but now they now, and they experienced it with you <33 and it's overall just really great bonding time, especially because there's no internet LOL (there technically is now sometimes but we ignore that unless necessary lol) anyways! and it's just so relaxing

it's also definitely an amazing place to be drunk, never done it myself but it seems so amazing and relaxing tbh so they would also really enjoy that!

other things would be early mornings with sam! waking up with the sun and sitting on the porch together, curled up with a blanket and hot cocoa to ward against the morning chill. you'd listen to bird calls and catch sight of beavers. you'd take him kayaking one morning and he's so big he might tip over the boat and fall in if he's not balanced enough LOL but it's the best time to see wildlife so he wants to go! you might see beavers and turtles or otters if you're really lucky! and ducks and loons and you can point out the eagle nest and tell him stories from past years. you prove to them that you can roast the best marshmallows when you build a fire a night and they both love coming to understand how the place works and seeing how comfortable you are in this little piece of home from your past.

OKAY YEAH MORE THAN I WAS TRYING TO WRITE BUT I HAD SOOO MANY THOUGHTS like i said i'll probably turn this into at least an official headcanon post someday because i love it too much!!! eNJOY BESTIE ILYSMMMM

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Congrats! Can I ask for Jake lockley and “use your words” pls and thanks, I feel like he would be so dirtyyyy

Love You, More

Jake Lockley x f!reader

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: smut, p in v, lots of cum I guess, fluff too, Jake likes to fuck in his car (what's new), sappy Jake, I hope he's not too ooc.

Also, I'm trying out different ways in including Spanish translations. Do you guys prefer translations at the end of the fic or within the fic? Let me know!

Also, also, it's my first time writing Jake. Enjoy &lt;3

MDNI

"Jesus, Jake," you flung his car door open, immediately greeted by his cherry-scented air freshener and spiced cologne, "I called you seven minutes ago! It's rush hour! Did you bulldoze through traffic, you loon?" 

Jake broke into a grin. He was calm and collected as ever, his left arm resting over the steering wheel as if he’d been waiting an eternity for you. He unbuckled his seatbelt as you shuffled into the passenger seat, letting you slam the door shut and toss your things in the back seat before snaking a gloved hand over the nape of your neck and tugging you toward him, giving you a searing kiss.

"No pasa nada," he muttered over your lips, his fingers gently sneaking into the roots of your hair, "fuck traffic. My girl needed me." (It's no problem)

Jake was dramatic, that much had been clear when you first met him. If you asked him for an inch he’d give you a mile. If he could, he'd fight for a way to give you the moon and stars if you asked.

But you hadn’t asked him for the moon and stars. You were a simple woman. You just wanted a ride home from work, too exhausted to take the tube. Either way, you were grateful.

He rested his brow on yours with his eyes closed, letting his knuckles skim your cheekbone down to your jawline.

“Missed you, princesa.” Jake hadn’t seen you in about a week, mostly fronting to drive around overnight (and deal with…Moon Knight-related activities) for some extra cash while simultaneously letting Marc and Steven rest.

“Missed you, too, baby.” You melted into his touch immediately, letting him work his tongue into your mouth. One thing about Jake was that he was a filthy kisser. He was all tongue and teeth and spit, and Goddamn was he good at it. But he took his time with you now, savoring your taste of mint mixed with the sweetness of the orange slices you had with your lunch.

“You didn’t kill anyone on the way here, did you?” You asked between kisses.

“Mm, don’t think so.”

You giggled, giving him a few well-deserved kisses. Your lip gloss left shiny smudges over his lips, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose, but he didn’t mind, growing fond of your little smooches to the point where it became an expectation.

"Thank you for picking me up." 

"Claro, amor." (of course, love.)

"Alright, fast and furious, take me home."

The drive was comfortable. Jake watched his speed this time, taking the local streets just to have you in his car longer. He had the radio playing low, a hand gripping your thigh while the other steered. You weaved your fingers through his before giving his hand a light squeeze. Every once in a while he'd release your hand, trailing his fingers higher up your thigh and settling into the crease between your legs, skimming your warm core, before moving back down to claim your hand in his.

You knew what he was doing. He was teasing you, warming you up for the inevitable. It's been a week after all. You indulged him, spreading your thighs just a little bit wider while watching the city pass by in a blur.

He drove into the private parking lot two blocks away from Steven’s flat, parking into his designated spot and cutting off the engine. The abrupt stop of the radio left you both in silence, Jake looking over at you with a look in his dark eyes that meant he was up to something. You smiled, unbuckling your seatbelt to plant a kiss on his waiting lips before attempting to open the car door.

“Uh, uh.” Jake reprimanded, stopping you. He quickly shuffled out of the car, slammed the door closed, and swiftly walked to your side, opening the door for you. 

“Ahh, what a gentleman.” You teased, grasping the hand he offered you before slamming the car door. Before you could make any other moves, he opened the door to the backseat.

“Get in, mami.” You brows furrowed in confusion.

“What—why?” 

“I won’t be answering questions at this time,” he said, playfully swatting your bum, “be good and listen.” You bit your lip with a nod, shuffling into the back seat and tossing your belongings toward the front of the car.

Jake was on you as soon as he got in, slamming the car door and pressing his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking on your delicate skin.

“Is this a good idea?” You breathed, your fingers sinking into his curls just beneath his hat. “Won’t we get caught?”

“Mmm, windows are tinted for a reason.” He hummed into your neck, his hand messing with the buttons of your dress shirt.

“But people are gonna be parking—”

“Let them park, don’t worry about it. Ven acá.” (come here) You yelped when his hands found your waist, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he helped you straddle his lap. “That’s better.” he grinned, tugging your shirt from inside your pants to let the soft leather of his gloves caress your sides.

You looked past him through the back windshield when a car drove into the lot, a panicked look in your eyes as your hands settled on Jake’s shoulders. 

“Mirame,” (look at me) He forced you to look at him with his fingers pressed to your chin, “focus on me.” You looked back at him, blinking owlishly. He brings you down for a kiss, a slow one that makes a noise when you separate. “I want you.” He whispered over your plump lips, licking them gently as he fiddled with the button of your trousers, dipping his hands inside to tug at the waistband of your panties.

You let out a shaky breath, your skin burning from his gentle touches as he pushed your pants down as far as he could, hands slipping under your panties to grab the globes of your ass. He squeezed them, capturing your lips again in a filthy kiss that was all tongue and spit.

You moaned, falling into his trap with little objection. You could feel his cock through his trousers, his large bulge twitching right under your sex. You moved your hips over his, grinding down against his growing erection. He groaned over your lips, his hands shifting to grasp your hips, moving you over him at the pace he wanted.

You could feel yourself getting moist, panties probably wrecked from the continual stimulation. Your fingers reached between your bodies, desperately fighting to loosen Jake’s tie. 

“Esperate, mami, you’re gonna choke me.” (wait) He chuckled breathlessly, slapping your hands away to loosen his tie and removing it, tossing it to the floor. You knocked his hat off, taking his face in your hands and kissing him fervently. He moaned letting you lead him for a moment before he tapped your thigh. “Up, baby, up, want these off you.”

You wasted no time, kicking off your shoes ans standing up as best you could while being cramped up in the back of his car, letting him slide your trousers down, revealing your damp panties. 

“Mm, look at that,” he grinned, shoving your pants down to your ankles, “already wet for me.” 

“Shut up, Lockely.” You muttered with no bite, clumsily kicking off your pants completely before taking a seat on his lap again. Jake groaned at the pressure, bucking up into your warm heat.

He carefully peeled his gloves off, placing them in the cup holder of the door, his fingers immediately tracing down your abdomen and then further down, pushing your panties aside to dip into your moist heat.

“Damn,” he hissed, “you’re fucking soaked.” You moaned when he pulled his fingers out, separating them to watch how your juices clung to his fingers. Your hands flew to his belt, fighting to release him from his shackles. You sucked your teeth in frustration, your fingers fumbling against the leather and metal that clung to his hips.

Jake chuckled, “What is it?” You whined pawing at his crotch. “No, mami, use your words, I wanna hear you.”

“Want your cock,” you breathed, “please, baby?” You fluttered you lashes, though that wasn’t necessary. He was easily convinced. 

Jake assisted you by lifting his hips, watching you yank the offending fabrics—boxers and all—down till they pooled around his ankles. His cock bobbed out, poking through his white dress shirt. 

“You want this cock, baby? Come get it.” He pushed his dress shirt out of the way, gripping his cock firmly in his hand. The swollen tip was bright red and leaking precum down the length. “Sit on it.” 

Your arousal flared at his words, and you wasted no time in pushing the soaked fabric of your panties aside, lining yourself up, and sinking down. You both moaned in unison, your hands flying to his shoulders to stabilize you while he held your hips in his warm hands, his mouth hanging open as he watched you move with lust-filled eyes.

You bounced on his cock, delicately at first, testing the stretch and the thickness of him, your cunt fluttering at the sudden intrusion.

“Estas mojada, mami,” (you're wet) Jake groaned, tossing his head back against the cushioned seat, “fuck your tight, always so tight. Missed this pussy.” He was submerged in your juices as you rocked your hips above him, moaning like you never had before. Maybe it was the location, something about having Jake fuck you in his car while potentially being caught had your dial turned up to a thousand.

“Y-you feel so good,” you mewled, back arching when Jake thrust his hips up, his cock reaching impossibly deep, “you fuck me so good.”

Jake suddenly brought you flushed against him, his arms circling your waist as he thrusts into you every time you slammed down on him. He was sweating, you felt the moisture when he buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily over your skin.

“Need you to come,” he groaned, the sound of your slick pussy the loudest thing in the car, probably in the entire parking lot, “need you to come first.” He snuck a hand down toward where you both were joined, taking his thumb and circling your clit in the way he knew you loved.

“Fuck, Jake,” you squealed, your pussy tightening from the added stimulation, “I think I’m gonna—” You threw your head back as your body convulsed, your cunt gushing over his cock and thighs. You cried, tears leaking from your eyes as he kept thrusting sloppily into you, you’re overstimulated sex squeezing tight as you came. “J-Jake.” You barely got his name out, your body trembling in his arms.

“I know, baby, I know, you did so well for me,” he cooed, his voice strained as he chased his own pleasure, “gonna fill you up so good—” he groaned, rocking his hips a final time as he held you close, filling you to the brim with his cum. He squeezed you tightly in his arms, his fingers digging into your back as he bit your neck, riding his high. You felt his cock twitching inside your wet walls as he kept coming, his spend leaking out of you.

You were both panting against one another, chests heaving as you searched each others mouths, kissing with more tongue than anything else. He cradled your face in his hands as he kissed you stupid, his lashes tickling your skin as he licked, and licked and licked. 

Every shift of your hips had his spend leaking out, running down his balls and onto the seat in a warm stream.

Jake’s heavy eyes blinked up at you, a smile curling on his lips.

“Love you, mami.” He muttered, bringing you in for a tight hug as if it was the last time he’d be seeing you. You made him sappy, at least, that’s what he always told you. He didn’t know he had a sappy bone in his body until you came along.

Now, he made sure to remind you how loved you are. 

You stayed nestled comfortably on his lap, his cock still lodge snuggly in your hole. You held him, your fingers threading in his sweaty dark curls. You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent.

“Love you, more.” You made sure to remind him, too.

[mooncello]

Short update today! Thanks so much to @monbons, @rimeswithpurple, and @artsyunderstudy for the tags.

Chapter 3 of more than a footnote goes live this week. Maybe tomorrow once ao3 is back up, or maybe Tuesday, we'll see. Until then ...

Dev's got a playlist. 🖤

I'm working on a fic playlist, too. And a studying playlist for Niall.

Seven sentences below! Enjoy some pining Dev.

He’s gonna make a fucking epic boyfriend someday. I actually can’t think about it too much because the thought makes me feel like I’m gonna combust. He dated someone briefly this past summer—some barista in central London with super dramatic, dark academia vibes—and I nearly chewed off my tongue whenever Niall mentioned her. The only reason I kept my sanity is ’cos it never really took off. It never got serious.   I want him to be happy, I really do.   I don’t know how I’m gonna survive watching it happen.

tags and something delightful under the cut:

A couple weeks ago, @rimeswithpurple shared a photo of the fandom friendship bracelets she was making and I ... kinda lost my mind over them lol. I screamed in her DMs about the DeNiall one (because ofc I did) and look what arrived in the mail yesterday!! I mean, look at it, it's perfect. Their shipping name in gold and everything.

I love it so much!! I love this fandom, and all the ways we geek together and celebrate these characters and show our care. Thank youuuu Purple—every time I look at the bracelet, I smile like a loon.

waving at you beloveds:

@drowninginships @valeffelees @run-for-chamo-miles @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony

@youarenevertooold, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @whatevertheweather, @fatalfangirl

@cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @emeryhall, @raenestee

@iamamythologicalcreature, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @best--dress, @rimeswithpurple

@ileadacharmedlife, @skeedelvee, @moodandmist, @monbons, @j-nipper-95

@ic3-que3n, @theearlgreymage, @theimpossibledemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @palimpsessed

@facewithoutheart, @shemakesmeforget

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR rambles 17 ways Dark can insult you

It's been aWHILE.

Not Green practically begging this man to stop abusing Dark Link.

Shadow being insanely bitter at Green's position as the "Leader" of the group isn't well hidden here. When Shadow was in charge of things, he has shown to be very...Abusive. Like there's not a lot of ways around that lmfao. He was seemingly way less abusive to the Hinox's than the rock monster but like, we barely saw them interact.

Green appealing to Dark's emotions by stating "Shadow's kinds scary" is hilarious to me. Throw the shade Green Shadow deserves it a little at this point.

Green's got the right idea that introductions this late is probably a very bad idea given EVERYTHING going on.

I personally just love Dark chewing on Green's fingers it's cute. It's the kind of thing a cat would do lmfao. Green doesn't seem to mind it since he lets him do it till the next panel lmfao.

"Vaati's such a prick!" Shadow says. As if Vaati chose to make the curse sentient...And it wasn't like. A mistake. Quite the assumption there pal.

Ya think it would have assumed a physical form 7 years ago when he was created if that was the case but ehhhh-

As soon as Green falls into his anxieties Dark laughs like a crazy person. Because this dude feeds on emotions and that power is rated E for everyone, he doesn't discriminate against good or bad emotions.

Yeah well for laughing like a loon Daddy Shadow's gonna abuse him some more. You're a terrible dad Shadow Link.

Poor Green is concerned about Dark's wellbeing.

The fucking face Green makes after Dark is yanked is based on this meme:

Because it's funny as hell to me.

Also Shadow wrongly assumes what Dark's powers are:

I mean it's TRUE that he does feed off negativity. But the same is true for positive emotions too. Dark Link actually outright admits to preferring them on a few occasions. Dark Link is bad at being a parasitic curse.

Shadow dramatically stuffing Dark back into his hat is one of my favorite panels of this sequence. It's so dramatic and silly.

CALL. HIM. OUT. SIS.

Shadow needs to know when he's being an ass.

Green will give credit when it's due but Shadow was AWFUL TO THEM.

Some stuff to note:

Green doesn't actually answer the question on if he forgives Shadow or not. Haaaah.

That sure won't be relevant later, but it's pretty heavily implied he hasn't fully forgiven Shadow but IS willing to make an effort to accept him anyway.

Green being a bro here is smth I liked writing.

Green's hard to characterized so I ended up taking him in a different but SIMILAR direction to his cannon manga counterpart.

Like...Green didn't have a lot of his own traits vs the OG Link. He mainly just existed to be the voice of reason. Which is fine. But giving him depression means he can be a bit more interesting in my eyes than just "Diet Link" XDDDD

Green reminding us that him and Link had full conversations with each other at various points.

Which is. Interesting. I can't remember how much I dived into the concept of that in fsr rambles. But that is weird.

It suggests a level of detachment Link has from the four of them to the point he is able to have his own opinions/thoughts/and is able to do actions completely dethatched from all four.

Link is destinctly his own entity compared to the four of them...If that's the case. Where did that consciousness GO.

Perhaps a question to look into at a later date.

For now Green's giving some good ol hugs and thoughts to his pal Shadow Link.

Hah I'm sure you were glad Shadow.

And this page makes me laugh like hell at the implications in the 2nd to past panel.

I'm flabbergasted yall didn't catch that on release of these pages.

Like.

C'mon now.

They're blushing and touching each other.

Next panel they're missing articles of clothes (Their tunics specifically.) and have distinctly embarrassed looks on their faces, Green is hiding his neck for some reason and Blue's dialogue eludes to a substantial amount of time passing.

They did smth sus off screen and yall just, missed that.

I'm very disapointed nobody caught that till I pointed it out. I thought I was being too obvious with that shit.

Green hasn't exactly been hiding the fact he's been very eager for physical contact is all I'm saying.

LMFAO. Okay funny thing:

Shadow didn't have a bed. Because: Why the fuck would you give a shadow a bed.

Shadow also couldn't FEEL things in his weird limbo shadow state. Because he has been IN Link's bed before. Just couldn't actually feel it being comfortable.

No wonder dude has been touch starved to hell.

Idk what it is about the second to last page but I like Green and Shadow interacting and Shadow being a happy little camper.

Even though he's a dick he deserves to be happy with his family. (Smth I dislike strongly is how that dude got relegated to being Link's damn shadow at the end of the manga like...Noooooooo)

Green's had time to think about the things necessary for them all to live together which is sweet.

Link didn't do this before to have less suspicion he was actually gonna draw the sword.

Adding rooms to the house when he lives alone would have been SO SUS.

Green's excited at the prospect of their new life. Even if it'll be hard.

I did an oopsie in this page and didn't color shadow's glove and I'm not fixing it lmfao. Pretend it's there, this is a free comic on the internet. 😭

Blue yeeting a pillow at Green is funny since this is the second time this night the dude has told Green to get some damn sleep.

Greeeen can't sleep though.

I get it pal. I'm an insomniac too. 😞

Vaati's back.

And he cut his hair.

Dark's a silly goofy guy and noticed that because he's a creep.

There's just a whole other level of rude here because like:

Dark it's cut already wtf is he meant to do? X'D

Visually: it's worth noting they're in the temple Shadow dragged vio to at the beginning of the story.

Vaati has seemingly made that place his new home.

Dark's bluntness in the first panel just gets a kick out of me. He really thinks Vaati is dumb as hell and it shows.

Just to make it more obvious:

Dark wasn't ever referring to Vaati with the term "Master" in reference to he himself being Vaati's worker. He was referencing it in terms of Vaati being his teacher.

Which is like rubbing salt in a giant stab wound considering Vaati's former Master Ezlo and him weren't on good terms.

A fun thing to note: After Dark asks up front what he SHOULD call Vaati. Vaati responds with "Get off my bed" and didn't verbally protest to just "Vaati".

You'll notice Dark calls Vaati just "Vaati" from here on out I believe exclusively.

Which is pretty funny to think about because if Vaati had pulled his head out of his ass for a second and just told Dark what he preferred to be called, Dark probably would have actually listened in this moment since it was a genuine question.

Dark Link is only an annoyance if you fall into his traps. or have a bloated as hell ego like Vaati.

Vaati holding Dark Link like a spider by the leg here is so damn funny to me while Dark just, openly shows he would start touching this man the second he got to close if given the opportunity.

He did kiss Vaati without warning a few chapters ago so, don't really blame Vaati for wanting to avoid that. X'D

This entire sequence is just funny to me. But what's new.

Dark's being an oversharing weirdo and Vaati can't handle affection.

Smth I'm sure yall have noticed: Dark's expressions started off as creepy and disturbing and now have evolved into being goofy as fuck.

Dark can't emote properly. So the idea his face is just, all kinds of messed up expression wise has just as much comedic value as creep value. It can either be uncanny or silly.

The more frequently Dark makes "Disturbing expressions" the audience will get numb to it. As Dark becomes a character the audience outwardly is meant to like, smth disturbing about him becoming smth funny is a way of shifting perspective on a lot of aspects of him.

Smth I particularly like about the last panel is how Vaati visually cannot see dark but just knows he's there. XD

The fun thing about this scene is how you could really see it from both their perspectives here.

Vaati is very cynical. He's been hurt a lot (His own fault but still) he doesn't trust people and feels very alone. He misses the one time he connected with someone (Link from Minish cap).

But he's hesitant to make connections due to his attempt at redemption falling flat.

And then There's Dark Link:

Dark Link, is delusional to a degree but also painfully aware of other things.

His delusion is that he's a hero. Vaati's specifically which is why he compared Vaati to Zelda when he spoke to Shadow Link.

Vaati is the one he's protecting and keeping safe, Vaati is someone he cares about deeply even if Vaati, in every way: Sucks majorly.

But unlike Minish cap Link he doesn't try to get Vaati to change who he is.

He likes Vaati for who he is. Even if he thinks he's literally the worst.

At the end of the day: Dark isn't protecting Vaati because he was MADE too. He protects him because he wants too. And that's smth Vaati takes majorly for granted which we'll see down the line...

Dark's offering him unconditional love and Vaati can't understand that shit. Dark's loyalty confuses and just kinda frustrates him.

Since it's not logical. It's purely emotional.

Oh so much to say.

It's so hard to put into words what I think about their dynamic and why I love them. They're very messy but on equal footing. Vaati could push Shadow around and disrespect him in FSR I took the route Shadow and Vaati have an abusive parent and child relationship. But with Dark, that shit just doesn't work on Dark (at least for now) because the man is delusional as hell.

He truly believes he is not only smarter than Vaati but that he is THE ONLY THING protecting him and in a lot of ways: That's outright true.

A LOT of Dark Link's delusions have roots in reality. (Shadow saying they were "Family" so he wrongly associates Shadow as his "father" the only family Link had for instance.)

Vaati has to be kinda stupid from a writing standpoint (Cannon manga or not) because he needs to be defeat-able. His flaws boil down to making stupid as hell choices because he's narcisistic to a fault.

He can't think of shit outside of purely benefiting himself which...In the long run fucks himself over.

Dark is the kind of person you cannot argue with. Because he's insane.

Dark's not afraid of death, or pain...So it leads you to wonder what his weakness is. (And oh boy I hope that pays off haha.)

You throw something at Dark, he will spit it right back in your face 10 fold and he will be MEAN about it. Dark will low blow you into oblivion because it works.

Dark's morals are ALL OVER THE PLACE because he simultaneously thinks he is a curse made to destroy people emotionally and also thinks he's a hero.

In this case, Vaati's ego is Dark's ego.

At this point: Dark hasn't failed. He's done exactly as he's been asked in a round about way/depending on how you look at it.

I ain't even gonna pretend this scene wasn't meant to be sus.

Dark's very "Words are important" kind of guy for someone who sucks at communication haha.

Smth to note dialogue wise:

Dark's insult in the 2nd to last panel was him calling Vaati a baby effectively lmfao.

Since Picori are like mice/rats him calling Vaati a "Pup" was meant to insinuate Vaati is acting an infant Picori which just adds to the insult imo. Like instead of JUST calling Vaati a child he used language that was more suited to Vaati's upbringing.

That just cracks me up.

He went the extra mile to effectivly say "you're a poopy diaper baby huh?"

The last panel is just such: You have to get the last word huh? moment for Dark hahaha. X'D

1st panel:

Dark insinuates he is something OTHER than a curse which is odd. Though you can assume he just means he's a hero. But then again: Why does he think he's a hero exactly.

And the further conversation leads to a very odd revelation.

Vaati, by being in the four sword connected to Link, was cursed.

Which explains why Dark Link can see his memories when Vaati earlier in the comic referenced that he SHOULDN'T.

Woops.

This also explains why it works on Shadow Link. Because Shadow was magically attached to Link at the time of being cursed, Dark affects the three who were influenced by the sword and it's wielder at the time.

Dark's dialogue is further confusing/has weird implications when he asks Vaati:

"Perhaps you forgot what you WANTED, and where you WERE when you created me?"

Dark on multiple occasions has outright referenced the idea he was made to protect Vaati.

Which is weird if you think about it.

Dark wasn't made to just hurt people, but to protect something. Specifically VAATI, but this behavioral aspect makes a lot of sense when you consider he was created for.

Smth a bit morbid:

Dark Link outright states here he believes Link/his colors will kill him. And doesn't seem to care in the slightest.

Well Dark seems fine with his mortality as long as he gets to use it to protect Vaati.

2nd panel insult had me rolling it's so mean and out of pocket but what's new for Dark.

He brushes off Vaati's threats of curse breaking because: Well he's right about Vaati needing him at least for now.

We end on a very goofy note of Dark begging for more kisses if he does a good job. Which shows dude has optimism pouring out of his ass rn.

[robertdowneyjjr]

giggling during sex + rhodeytony, pretty please?

Usually, Jim adores all the nicknames that Tony gives him. They're all slightly ridiculous and random as all hell, but it's Tony's love language and it makes Jim smile like a loon.

But really, Tones, there's a time and a place.

"Come on, dude, stop teasing and just fuck me," Tony pants.

Jim pauses from where he's mouthing at Tony's thighs and looks up. Tony's head is thrown back and his eyes are closed and he is clearly completely unaware of what he's just said. Jim bursts out laughing.

Tony's eyes pop open. "What?"

"Tony, baby, I love you and would love nothing more than to fuck you but you have to understand how unsexy it is to be called 'dude' when I'm about to go down on you."

"I did not call you dude. I have never said the word dude in my life."

"Yes, you did! 'Come on, dude, just fuck me.'" Jim does a poor imitation of Tony.

"Lies. I did not."

"JARVIS, did Tony ca–"

"Okay, no, don't bring our son into this!" Tony giggles and covers his face with his hands.

Jim falls onto his back next to Tony and laughs some more, egged on by the breathless giggles he hears from the other man. They clutch at one another's hips and burst out into little fits every time they look at each other, and it's a while before they start to calm down.

Eventually, they start kissing again in between their laughter, teeth clacking together messily because they're smiling so much and Tony asks, "Well? Are you going to fuck me or not?"

— soft fic prompts.

[collierose1]

oh lord do i have so many songs that make me think of ethubs

Envy by Sparkbird

"I don't need to be rich Only so wealthy as to pay for my food I don't need to be huge Only so big as to ever be noticed"

"I must confess An embarrassing truth Almost nothing can hurt me Like thinking of you

You've got a beautiful home Bestselling novel and effortless style You enchant the people around you They swoon when you show even the hint of a smile"

I Love You I'm Sorry by Mel Bryan & the Mercy Makers

"You said remember when we were so happy said I thought that we still were I guess shouldn't think so much You said how can I change what's already made up its mind? And I said god damn it I'm so out of touch

But when I get high I'm as high as the moon you're crying after your happy ever after I apologize and I don't know why I say I love you I'm sorry I love you so much I'm sorry about it

And I can't twist your arms around your back and tell you to take me as I am, as I am And I can't twist myself around the truth and tell you I'm not shaking cause I am, yes I Am"

ILYIS 2 by Mel Bryan & the Mercy Makers

"I love you you're so selfless I'm sorry I'm so selfish

I love that you're so gentle And I'm sorry I'm so hellish

I love it when you hold me Cause I'm sorry I'm in pieces

But you put me back together And you make me feel what peace is

Patience and kindness and softness of the touch And I scream and I'm nasty and I'm brutal and I'm rough

But maybe I'm so sorry Cause I can't accept the truth That I'm not sorry for me I'm sorry for you"

thats the entire song sorryyy

your money or your life (the comet) by The Paper Chase

ok you just ahve to hear me out on this one ok

"Summon the chess pieces up Growing ill of being picked up By the loon, assuming it suits you Like your false teeth they're going with you And all the millions of fat, hateful children We are tubes with holes at the ending I don't need you to love my soul I need you to love my body, you know

No one's gonna save you No one's gonna save you No one's gonna save you Your money or your life Your money or your life"

ok so imagine the no ones gonna save you but its Bdubs in last life like hunting lizzie down, no ones gonna save her, then after she's dead it's grain and joel shooting out after rhim, Etho's gonna save him!! Bdubs DIES screaming out for Etho dotdotdot like he thinks etho will save him will give him a life and it'll all be good!! but he doesn't and bdusb fucking dies am I crazy.....am I crazy...... and also the whole "he doesn't love you" talk like bdubs etho wont save you!!!!! can you hear me!!!!!

and also Mad Dog by The Crane Wives

ok goodbye im ill over ethubs

OHHHH MY GOD I LOVE THESE ALL THANK YOU glad to know we are both unwell <3

in return i give you:

hot tea - half alive

"hold you in my hands like hot tea

Knowing l'm safe 'cause you want me

sitting in a garden at your feet

You, me, only

Holding on and on"

like i feel like the whole song is screaming last life ethubs, especially centered around the fact that the snow fort was COLD and this is HOT tea. also one line is "cant afford to lose you any longer" which is so etho being upset that bdubs keeps dying

[deadbeandrop]

current list of underutilized characters i'd like to explore:

- Chef McMuesli (For The Love of Fucking God Please Help Me <- me after realizing i could write down literally every thing he says in the whole show in like an hour and one of the only actual starring episode he's in i have to put up a visual warning for)

- Nurse Leslie (he's at least got an episodes or two but still)

- Almondine (i just really fucking love almondine tbh)

- Beef Lumberjacks Bear (i like him) (he's cute)

- The Pig and Bird in Prickly Pines That Were 2 Seconds Away From Calling Lumpus the F Slur (i already have lots of post-story opportunities for them to be around)

- Scoutmaster Wesley (does anyone remember what the fuck i'm talking about)

- i still don't know what i'm doing with the Loons and Lemmings man

current list of underutilized or (more likely) completely unexplored dynamics i'd like to explore:

- Lumpus & The Beef Lumberjacks Bear ("boy i sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me!")

- Lumpus & the Aforementioned Pig and Bird That Were 2 Seconds Away From Calling Him the F Slur (i seriously just need him to be terrorized a bit longer here)

- Lumpus & Edward (there's like several different dynamic iterations they could have, including: sucking up to authority, some kind of weird team-up involving ensuring lazlo's destruction, and edward eventually realizing Wow I Do Not Want To End Up Like This Pathetic Freak)

- Slinkman & Jane (childhood friends)

- Chef McMuesli & Nurse Leslie (lots of potential dynamics here but rn i specifically want leslie to think he's pretentious/annoying and kind of can't stand him)

- Chef McMuesli & Slinkman (urging slinkman to relax a little in a way that's vaguely homoerotic and nothing becomes of it but the tension is in the air anyway)

Chef McMuesli & Edward (Let's Go To Therapy!!! + "you know, i used to be a lot like you")

- Nurse Leslie & Raj (hypochondria episode)

- Edward & Gretchen (Hater Zone)

- Edward & Clam (must consult the experts on this one)

- Edward & Raj ("this is weird. i can't believe im saying this but somehow you're more obnoxious than samson. where the fuck is samson.")

- Jane & Almondine (i love that almondine is a "befriending the teachers before anyone else" kid)

- Jane & Almondine & Chef McMuesli (drama/arts/theatre club)

- Ms. Mucus & Gretchen (finally a role model around here...)

- Nina & Almondine (book buddies)

- Nina & Edward...? (honestly feel like it would be more interesting if nina had a crush on edward or something for an episode instead of gretchen trust me on this for a second)

more to be thought of i'm very sure ☝️

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hey I'm Australian but I have a lot of American mutuals on here. why do the people telling you not to vote biden not think about how horrible everything was under trump? he's a convicted felon and a rapist for crying out loud. he made everything so much worse for literally everyone but him. like even countries outside of the Americas were affected by his shit. and he wants to make things WORSE? like YES biden is a genocidal maniac who slurs his words. but trump straight up wants to send more weapons to Israel, plus remove all the rights of everyone except for his lot of loons.

that absolutely does affect countries outside of your own too. it'll crash the fucking economy, refugees will have no where to go (our prime minister is also super fucking racist because every single politician is in the pockets of billionaires here), I have no doubts that the genocide will get even worse somehow.

it's just so weird to me. don't these people get why you guys say to vote blue no matter who? the alternative is so much worse.