#He's literally nice enough which is why I feel like I acted like a dick

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[dollishmehrayan]

# CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATING AND CHAOS ── .✦ ( decorating trees with batboys ‘separated’! ⋆౨ৎ )

a/n: I literally feel so happy genuinely now, I guess my mental health is getting better && anyways i have 64 requests to get to… i truly need to speed run through these but some I can’t do sadly 😭 so sorryy ᥫ᭡, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The king of enthusiasm: As soon as you suggest decorating the tree together, he’s all in.

“We’re going for the most extra tree Gotham has ever seen!” He wants it tall enough to touch the ceiling and glittery enough to blind someone.

He’s the guy who insists on climbing to the very top to put on the star, even though he wobbles dangerously on the ladder.

Sings Christmas songs (terribly off-key he’s also like tone deaf and beat deaf it’s a curse to hear him sing something at karaoke) while you decorate, complete with dramatic twirls and spins around the tree.

Accidentally tangles himself in the lights at least twice. “I’m fine, I’m fine! I was just… testing the durability!”

Insists on taking a million photos of you with the finished tree, calling you his “Christmas angel.”

When it’s all done, he dims the lights, wraps an arm around you, and whispers, “This might be my favorite Christmas ever.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

He pretends to be indifferent. “Decorating a tree? Sounds boring.” But the second you start, he’s invested.

He’s surprisingly good at untangling lights and getting them perfectly spaced on the tree. “What? I’ve got steady hands.”

Jason leans into more minimalistic decor deep reds, dark greens, and gold accents but he lets you take the lead. “You want glittery ornaments? Fine. But I draw the line at tinsel.” (he’s like those sad beige moms but with like dark traditional Christmas colors…)

Complains about how prickly the tree is the entire time but still helps you string popcorn garlands because he knows it makes you happy.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

He’s excited about decorating but is terrible at it. Tim tries, but he’s way better at figuring out the tech side of things (like synchronized tree lights) than actually hanging ornaments.

Spends 20 minutes untangling lights and another 20 trying to figure out why one strand isn’t working. “It’s science! There’s a method to this madness.”

He’s the type to sneak a caffeine break halfway through while you keep decorating. “What? I need fuel to focus!”

Insists on hanging some nerdy ornaments—little Batman logos, Star Wars-themed ones, or even a tiny Robin figurine.

When you get frustrated with his lack of artistic flair, he pulls you close and says, “Hey, at least I’m good company, right?”

After it’s all done, he insists on dimming the lights and turning on the synchronized tree music. “Look at that. A masterpiece.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Initially acts like it’s beneath him. “Why would I waste time decorating a tree?” But he ends up being surprisingly good at it.

Damian has an eye for symmetry, so every ornament has to be perfectly spaced. “No, that one is too close to the red one. Move it.”

If you mention that decorating the tree is a nostalgic tradition for you, he softens immediately. “Fine. But this had better be worth it.”

He refuses to wear a Christmas sweater, but you catch him smiling when you put on a ridiculous reindeer headband.

Titus gets involved, carrying around ornaments and wagging his tail, which Damian pretends to be annoyed by but secretly loves.

When the tree is finished, he stands back with his arms crossed, pretending not to care. But when you beam at him, he quietly says, “It looks… nice. I suppose this wasn’t a complete waste of time.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

(He buys like 40 ft Christmas trees for the main ball in the manor and like that’s almost impossible to decorate without professionals)

The ultimate perfectionist. He has a very clear vision for the tree, but he tries to let you take the lead. “It’s your tradition. I’ll follow your lead… mostly.”

Insists on using the tallest tree that will fit in Wayne Manor and hires a team to bring it in.

He’s all about elegant, classic decorations white lights, glass ornaments, and a tasteful tree topper. But if you want colorful lights or quirky ornaments, he’ll indulge you.

Offers to lift you up to reach the highest branches instead of letting you use a ladder. “I don’t need you breaking your neck before the gala.”

Alfred brings hot cocoa and cookies halfway through, smiling at how relaxed Bruce looks around you.

When the tree is done, he turns to you and says, “It’s perfect. Just like this moment.” Then he pulls you into a rare, heartfelt kiss under the twinkling lights.

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

This doesn’t get a title because I’m confused

Disclaimers: The only character I own is the reader insert!

Author’s Notes: I think I got possessed, I don’t even like Sam 😭 like in the slightest 😭

But pretend season 8ish Sam has season 2-3’s hair for the sake of that’s the season I’m on lol.

Icons by @gosling-girlx !! She’s a genius!

Anyway, all notes are appreciated!

Content/Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors do not interact, this is NOT for you.

This fic is extremely spicy, sort of can’t-stand-each-other sex. Reader’s AFAB & uses she/her pronouns, only physical description is of her being shorter than Sam. There’s oral (both m and f receiving) and unprotected piv which frankly only exists in the books- wrap it before you tap it!! Oh also they’re both pretty mean to each other… you’ll see.

Again, I think I got possessed when I made it-I sincerely can’t stand him- but hope you enjoy it!

**************************************************** Working with the Winchester Brothers is a gig like no other. Cas and I are more tagalongs in the operation these days, Cas demoted to resident healer and I to stay at home mom, apparently.

One accident (authors note: one possession & a year long recovery for a spinal injury retained from said possession) had apparently rendered me useless to the boys. It’s not all bad- I’m relatively close with the older one, Dean, since we’re both hoes for a good time and good movies/music. And before the accident, I was happy to kill evil sons-of-bitches with Dean any day of the week.

And of course, Castiel is a right sweetheart- showing him new human things is the sweetest experience in the whole wide world.

But you know what ruins the laughs and the nice moments? The younger brother. Sam “Little Shit” Winchester.

I don’t know how he found himself upon the moral pedestal he crafted for himself, but lord I want to remove his kneecaps and slap him with them. Little baby giraffe looking shit.

I don’t like the way he acts, plain and simple. Between the way that he treats Dean and the way that he talks so condescendingly to me- I’m about two seconds from starting a fight every time we’re in a room together for too long. He seems to feel the same way. It’s helpful in a hunt- both of us are smart enough to concentrate that anger towards our monster of the week instead of each other in the field- but now, when there’s no field to take the anger out on? Dean’s had to break up at least 3 almost-fights, and I’ve only been back on my feet for a couple months.

***

The boys looked especially pissy coming home today- they’d grumbled something about a “stupid fucking vampire bitch,” and went their separate ways, Sam to the med bay and Cas trailing Dean like a golden retriever.

Great. Looks like I’m on Douchebag Duty.

***

“What’s your problem?” Sam snaps as I tug the thread on his stitches a little too roughly.

“My problem, you dick? I’m the one that’s stitching you up right now, why don’t I just let you bleed out?” I retort, yanking on the surgical needle with the string attached to a particularly nasty cut on his upper arm. Cut’s an understatement- it’s really a bullet wound. I’m just too proud to have pity for the jackass.

“Yeah, your problem!”

I set down the needle at that, my fists clenched at my sides. “You’re a whiny little bitch who can’t sit still and shut the fuck up for two minutes! That’s my problem.”

“I think you’re a little too high and mighty there, princess,” he scowls, standing up to full height, presumably so that he can use his stature to literally look down at me.

“Yeah? Look who’s talking, Mr Morals,” I seethe, staring up at him. I snatch the needle, on my tiptoes, and hastily finish the stitching on his scar, while standing up.

“Out,” I spit as I cut the thread.

“No,” he retorts, glancing down at me through long lashes and stupidly overgrown bangs.

“What? Is five minutes away from your big head too much to ask?” my hands are on my hips. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of staring up at him, so I stare at whatever’s eye level. He’s wearing a bloodied white tank top, which is not doing much for the whole vibe we’ve got going on right now.

He bites his lower lip, still looking down through his annoyingly long lashes. And my dumb ass is attracted to it, apparently.

“Get. Out,” I say, anger laced in my words.

“No,” he says through clenched teeth. I start to turn away, as if giving up, before pulling a Dean Winchester and turning back around on my heel, punching him in the abdomen. He grunts, keeling over. “Ow!”

“You should’ve listened, you ass,” I say, looking down at him. He looks pathetic, his eyes gone wide and pretty in pain. I shouldn’t be into this, not one bit.

Keeled over, Sam is at eye level. Our gazes lock, his hazel eyes boring holes into mine, searching for something. I don’t dare waver, looking back at him with just as much intensity until he surprises me, leaning in and crashing his lips to mine. He roughly grabs my face, holding me close as he forces his tongue into my mouth, exploring. I hate how easily I give him access, I hate the way I let out a gasp against my will. By the time he pulls away I’m already leaning back in. He smirks, humoring me for one more kiss.

“How do you like me now?” he says cockily, lips plush and pink from the kisses, hazel eyes blown out by lust.

“I don’t,” I mutter, pushing him back so that he’s forced to sit on the med bay bed. His legs are spread wide, and of course I fit perfectly between them, much to my distaste. I kiss his jawline, using mostly my teeth so that it scratches as I go, especially once I start on his neck, biting and sucking dark marks everywhere I see fit. He’s into it, little breathy whimpers further fueling my unfortunate attraction to him.

“Take off your shirt,” I tell him, stepping back and smirking at how this time he leans into my touch instead of the other way around. He thoughtlessly pulls the hem of the ruined fabric over his head, throwing it to the side, exposing an obnoxiously fit physique and an anti possession tattoo. There’s little scars everywhere, and something deep down urges me to kiss every single one of them, but that can be later.

“Take off yours,” he tells me.

“Why?” I ask, trying to play smart.

“Cause if I have to be shirtless you do too,” he says.

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Better think of a better retort next time, Winchester,” I say as I take off the oversized concert tee I had been wearing.

“Bra too,” he orders, cocking his head to the side as he looks me over.

“Who made you the boss?” I ask, already unclasping my bra.

“I did,” he says, far too cocksure.

“We’ll see about that,” I grin, letting the lacy fabric fall to the ground as I lean in to kiss his damnable hot mouth. This time I take control, taking pride in the little noises he makes.

“I’m gonna suck your dick,” I say crudely, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Go right on ahead,” and I can tell there was meant to be spite behind those words, but it quickly fades away into sighs as I start kissing down his pecs, his abs, lightly scratching anywhere I can find with my nails. I hate how hot the heat between my thighs is, but at this point, I can’t help it, especially as I sink to my knees, nose perfectly level with his crotch.

I take his belt into my hands, grazing over the obvious tent that lies underneath it. He throws his head back at that, biting back a curse.

“What’s the matter Sammy?” I tease.

“Shut up,” he grumble, words morphing into a proper moan as I graze over the tent again.

“Uh huh,” I agree, tugging off his leather belt and yanking down the zipper of his jeans.

“Boxers? I had taken you for a ‘Tighty Whities’ girl, Sammy,” I mused, doing my best to work him up even more.

“Sto-,” he starts, immediately losing his words as I free his cock from his confines, pulling his boxers down to his knees.

You know, just cause a guy’s a big guy doesn’t always mean that everything’s proportionate. Sam’s six foot five-ish, long and lanky with lean muscle. And naturally, because everything about him is meant to spite me, his dick also fits the physical bill. My mouth waters, and the only prospect that excites my overly-horny self more than having it in my mouth is having it in my slick soaked pussy. And I will, if I have anything to say about it.

“Oh Sammy, you’re a big boy, huh,” I taunt, running a hand up and down his shaft slowly. He moans in agreement, no more fight left in him. It’s too easy.

I let go of it, ignoring the bead of pre cum leaking down as I move to kiss his thighs, grazing my teeth on them like I did on his neck. He seems to like it, legs moving in towards my mouth. Finally I move my mouth towards where he obviously wants me most, rubbing the bead over his tip with my thumb. I’m a little wary about taking the whole thing, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

I start simple, kitten lips around the base, licking a long stripe up the underside before wrapping my lips around the head, and he moans, a little too loudly. I brace my hands on his thighs before taking a deep breath through my nose and forcing myself down far enough that my nose is touching neatly trimmed hair. Thankfully my gag reflex is still gone-it’s been a minute- as I hold him there for a moment, before starting to bob my head up and down, testing the waters. He whimpers and whines, and it’s pathetic, and I’m far too into it, unable to do much else than keep up my ministrations.

One of his big hands find the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair. I don’t think he does so with intent of forcing me to move, but the idea is so hot that I lock eyes with him with my mouth on his cock.

“What? You want me to fuck your mouth?” he asks, panting. And once he says it out loud I get impossibly wetter, and I moan yes, unable to nod at all with him buried as far as he’ll go.

“Damn, you’re a slut,” he grins, and I moan in agreement before he starts moving my head slowly. Forward and back, forward and back, before I lock eyes with him and he gets the hint to take it harder, hips starting to thrust meeting my throat as his hands push. I just keep sucking, doing my best not to choke as involuntary tears leak out. But it doesn’t hurt, not at all. If anything I’m just doing all I can to not start rubbing on my own sensitive spots.

Before I know it his whimpers get louder and his whines get needier, and he grits out “I- I’m going to-“

So I release him with a pop, taking a hand and rubbing up and down his length furiously before he bursts. Once he does, with the most pathetic whimper yet, I get my mouth right back on him, taking every drop of his hot release down my throat. When he’s done I stay there, opening his mouth so he can see that there’s nothing there.

“God, you’re such a slut,” he mutters, echoing what he said before as he catches his breath and pulls me up by the hair- gently.

I shrug cockily, moving back as he stands up.

“Strip and have a seat,” he lazily demands as he puts his perfect cock away.

I roll my eyes but comply, taking off my remaining clothes so that I’m left in all my glory.

“You’re gorgeous, y’know that?” he compliments, a moment of tenderness as he crowds me against the bed so that I’ll take a seat. I blush, letting him hoist me up so that my ass is on the edge of the dinghy bed. “My turn,” he grumbles, voice low and hot against the column of my neck. He’s even rougher than I was, nipping at every square inch of skin that he meets, sucking dark marks down the side of my neck and over the tops of my breasts. I’m like a bitch in heat, responding to every touch in ways I can’t control- pornographic moans, leaning into his touch. He’s pulling on my hair to give himself more access, and I’m starting to worry that I’m soaking the bed. His mouth continues to work wonders, especially as he travels southwards, playing with my breasts.

He’s mean, outright biting the one and pinching the other, and it’s just what I need. I tangle my hands into his annoyingly long hair and tugging, not missing the way he moans into my chest.

Finally, finally, he gets down on his knees. He rests his chin on the bed, breath heavy on my heat. The sight of his head pillowed on my thighs as he looks up at me with those puppy dog, blown out eyes is enough to get me to come on the spot.

“This all f’me, princess?” he asks roughly, collecting some of the gratuitous wetness on two long, thick fingers.

“N-no,” I stammer, clutching his hair tighter. He bites back his moan in favor of a smug grin.

“N-no,” he mocks, turning to the side to bite the inside of my thigh, and I whine. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” His nose is eye level with my clit, and the only warning I get before he dives into my pussy is a small smirk that meets his hazel eyes.

“Fuck!”

He moans in between my thighs, setting my entire body on fire. I try to wiggle away from him, but it only takes one big, strong hand to hold my hips in place as he fucks his tongue into me, his nose rubbing on my puffy clit. It’s wet and it’s gross, but so, so hot.

He’s a little too good, knowing all the buttons to press that leave me tracking wetness all over his face, before taking two fingers and roughly pushing them into my core, giving me no time to adjust. They’re thick and long, and when he makes the come hither motion I know I’m fucked, doing everything I can not to gasp his name.

“S-s-oh my god,” I cry as he plunges his fingers all the way down to the knuckle every time, reaching deeper and deeper and rubbing on my g-spot. He’s too busy sucking on my clit to say anything, his attention overstimulating.

He adds a third finger, and that, combined with him tracing patterns on my sensitive bud, sends me straight over the edge with a an unintelligible cry.

Of course the bastard doesn’t stop, not until I’m physically shaking from the overstimulation, legs quivering, and on the brink of a second release.

He removes himself from my heat, laying his cheek on the inside of my thigh, looking up at me smugly.

“Good, huh?” he knows it was.

“Fuck you,” I mutter, voice weak.

“That’s what I’m getting to, princess. So impatient,” he taunts, standing up to full height again. Sam haphazardly wipes the slick off of his face with his forearm, not really caring how much he removes. He kicks off his shoes and socks before taking off his slacks and boxers in one go, revealing that gorgeous cock again. He stands before me, looking like some kinda statue of physical perfection. I have to physically close my jaw looking at him.

“Like what you see, princess?”

I stick out my tongue and blow a raspberry.

“Real mature, sweetheart,” he rolls his eyes. “You have a condom?”

I shake my head. “Don’t need one, I’m on the pill and I have morning after. Want you to fuck me and fill me,” I tell him honestly.

“God you’re a slut and you’re freaky? I’d never have guessed,” he mused, stepping between my thighs. I assume he’s clean as well since he doesn’t really… get out much.

“Yeah, that’s cause you’re not the brightest,” I tell him, scooting as close to the edge as I can without falling.

“Uh huh,” he says sarcastically, before picking me up and slamming my shoulder into a nearby wall, yet gently resting my back against it. Gentle with my injury, wow. Wouldn’t have expected it. I gasp, surprised by the sudden motion.

“Payback for the gut punch,” he explains.

“Oh yeah? I’ll punch you again if you don’t fuck me,” I say, a mean edge to my voice.

“Mkay,” he says, obviously not swaying either way as he aligns his tip with my entrance.

“Fuck me,” I order through a gasp, unable to wait anymore.

“Careful what you wish for there, princess,” he warns, before sheathing himself in me in one go.

Look, I can get laid whenever I want, especially back when I was on duty as a hunter. I’m no stranger to sex, and I have a decently high sex drive. If I can’t get some, then I always have backup- toys and vibrators, you name it.

But Sam? His dick was big in my mouth, but in my pussy? I feel like I’ve been split in two, my mouth is dropped in an o. But it feels so, so good.

“Move,” I demand after a few moments of adjusting.

“Say my name,” he cocks his head, pushing impossibly deeper so that he’s practically touching my cervix.

“Sammy,” I say with as much sass as I can muster, my voice high from the added pressure. I know he hates the nickname, it makes him feel like a baby. Because he is one.

“Nuh uh, princess. Say my name,” the pad of his thumb flits over my clit.

“Unh- Sam!” I moan, unable to stop myself.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Now ask me to fuck you. Nicely.”

“No.”

“Guess I’ll be on my way then,” he starts pulling out.

“No!” I whine.

“Ask nicely.”

“Sam, fuck me please?” I ask with as much sweetness and doe eyes as possible for me.

“You really are sweet when you’re horny,” he remarks, pulling back, before setting a brutal pace that has me raking my nails across his back and moaning his stupid name. He’s pounding into me with all of his might, sweat sheening on his brow.

It’s so hard that I can barely get any words out, and I hate it, but it just feels too good.

And of course, Sammy has enough words for the both of us.

“Fucking you dumb, huh? Got such a big attitude until I’m in you, just needed this dick,” he says, laughing meanly as I involuntarily clench at his words.

“What? You like me being mean to you? You get wet every time we fight?” a particularly hard set of thrusts accompanies each of the words in his third rhetorical question. I moan, not even sure of the answer. Probably? Maybe? Gah.

“Look at you, taking it like a good slut. You’re so tight and wet, and it’s all f’me,” his raspy voice starts slurring with lust. He brings one of his hands between us, finding my swollen clit and rutting on it, tracing patterns just as he did before with his tongue.

“S-Sam, it’s too much-,” I cry, unable to handle the overstimulation.

“Good,” he grins wickedly, before upping the ante both in thrusts and in rutting, unraveling me into a mess in his arms. I cry his name, helpless as I come down for the second time.

“So soon?” he tuts, not slowing his pace.

“Sh-shut up- ah-,” is all I can say as he gets impossibly rougher, chasing his own release.

“Gotta finish the job, princess,” he stutters, before growing more and more erratic. He’s got me on edge again as he does so, but mercifully comes before I can. I feel his hot release in me, filling me up just a little too full with his dick that he hasn’t yet pulled out.

Eventually he wordlessly puts me down, fingers plugging our mixed release in me. I can’t even complain- him keeping me full is unfortunately kinda hot.

“So…” he starts, looking down at me.

“Get out,” I interrupt.

“No,” he says, not moving.

This is going to be a long afternoon.

****************************************************

“Did you guys finally get into a bout?” Dean asks as we walk (re: stumble) out of the med bay and into the kitchen where he and Cas are sitting playing Uno, Bon Jovi playing in the background. “Oh- oh.”

Yeah, it’s pretty obvious the fight we got into. There’s no hiding it, even if we had tidied up our hair or faces- there’s scratches and bruises everywhere. Whoops.

“Are you guys in need of healing?” Cas asks innocently as Sam and I sit down a chair apart.

“No, Cas… these are, uh, special bruises. The fun kind. And they’re everywhere, apparently… damn, Sammy.” Dean comments as he surveys his brother and I. Sam coughs, and I reach over to punch him from my seat away. He grunts, and then we all go quiet.

“So… all in favor of never talking about this?” I ask after an uncomfortably long uncomfortable silence.

“Aye,” say the brothers in unison. Cas also agrees after Dean elbows him. “Fantastic.”

[cultherent]

Caught in the Act [Pt.2]

Word Count: 1815

TW: Anal, Overstimulation, Nipple Play, Female Domination, Tentacles

“I want to hear you cry Katsuki,” you smirked sadistically. “You’ve picked a sadistic dom to fall in love with,” you chimed as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

Pressing your chest against him as you sucked on his neck, you felt his hands travel up and down your spine. His warm hands felt nice on your skin. Breathing him in, that scent, the taste, it was mesmerizing. He tasted so sweet, like sugar, literally because of his quirk. You couldn’t get enough as you moved from his neck to his chest, leaving a trail of saliva from your tongue.

“Y/N,” Bakugou called as you looked at him, your eyes full of desire. You tilted your head, “You’re still being shy, huh?” You could tell he was flustered by the pink tint painting his cheeks. “If you want something, ask. And make sure to address me as master or Y/N.” 

For a moment, you thought he’d play nice, you thought he followed instructions. “I’m not doing that shit,” he grumbled as he grabbed your hips and started grinding on your cunt. You were shocked by this and let out a moan. Bakugou smirked at this, his dry humping getting faster. You gripped his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes, having enough. 

His pace slowed, “Wait, your eyes are turning yellow. Hey-!” In an instant, he was suspended in the air by your quirk. “This is not fair, Ursula. PUT ME DOWN,” he demanded.

You strolled over to him, your tongue clicking, “Oh, Bakugou… I’m the one who gives orders. You have to ask permission to do anything. So, what you just pulled there, the dry humping, I never said you could do that pervert.” His eyes grew wide at your comment, your eyes still glowing yellow. 

You smirked, getting close to his face, “Not unless you say Pineapple, and you haven’t said the word so it seems you want to keep going.” Looking at his body, you grabbed onto his throbbing cock over his boxers, “And it doesn’t seem like you want me to stop either. You’re really a fucking perv.” 

“Now, you will do as I say. Unless… you actually want to stop, then say pineapple,” you spoke softer. “Anyways!” You used your quirk, black tentacles that seeped out of your spine, to place him a little suspended on the bed. One of your tentacles held his arms above his head for you; another, spreading his legs.

“Shithead, put me down!”

Ripping the condom wrapper and placing the condom on, you glanced at Bakugou to see him in bliss. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, even if you got me tied up with your stupid tentacles,” he smirked, almost like he thought did something. You rolled your eyes as you sat on his abdomen, which made the blondie raise an eyebrow.

You looked around, “You got a condom?”

His eyes lit up, “Um, yeah. It’s in my drawer.” You chuckled to yourself, knowing that you weren’t going to give him what he wanted. “What’s so funny?” He retorted.

“Oh, nothing. You just seem so eager.” Using one of your free tentacles, it went to get the condom. You slowly peeled his boxers off, slowly watching it turn from skin to blonde pubes to shaft. You giggled at his dick wagging like a tail after you tore his briefs off. 

You leaned down, leaving kisses around his areola. He gasped, “What the-” You continued your actions, getting similar noises out of him. “Why, why does this feel so good?” He exhaled as you chuckled into his skin. As you kissed one of his nipples, you took your free hand to massage the other. He moaned loudly, his head leaning back.

“Please, keep doing that,” he whined. I grabbed my other hand and pinched his side.

“Please, keep doing that, who?” I began to correct him as I stopped all my motions.

“What the fuck asshole, keep going.”

I slapped him, “You don’t speak to your master like that. Address me properly,” I chastised, my hand pulling at his nipple.

“Ah~-!” He whimpered, feeling the pain of my fingers. “You fuck- Sorry, master.”

I smiled, “Good boy.” I planted a kiss on his cheek, and for a second, he smiled. I went back to his nipple, but this time, I used my tongue to make circles around it.

Katsuki squirmed underneath you, “Fuck, Y/N, that feels so fucking good~” he moaned into the warm air. 

You thought about caving, but no, you had to stick with the plan you thought up in only 3 minutes. Your inviting smile turned into a malicious one. You pressed your tongue against his already sore nipple and went to town. He cried out due to the overstimulation. At the same time, you rubbed yourself on his cock and had a tentacle caressing his balls.

As you continued to pleasure his nipples, you took the time to have one of your tentacles hold his dick in place. You slowly backed up and started rubbing your clit against his tip. You both moaned to the feeling of one another.

“Shit, please, master, please ride my dick,” he whined as he looked at you. He gave you a look you’d never thought you’d see from him, puppy dog eyes. You smiled brightly. It was so cute. You advanced further, teasing his tip with your warm and wet entrance. 

He moaned, he squirmed, he grunted; wanting some form of release. He wanted to be inside you, feel how warm you were and how tight you were. Those thoughts ran rampant in his mind, and he started to get impatient. “When are you going to do what I asked? You said if I asked, you’d do it, nerd!”

You sat up on him, “I never said I’d grant every wish.” You swiftly turned yourself around, pressing your already wet pussy to his face.

He stopped licking your pussy for a second, “Fuck, Y/N, you really know what you’re doing. Shithe- Master, I could cum any second.” 

“Eat me out, Cocksuki,” you ordered as you removed the condom from his dick.

You let spit drip from your lips. The instant the saliva touched his tip, you felt vibrations on your clit. You let his arms free and they wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You moaned as you put his length into your mouth.

“Gosh, Bakugou, you really know what you’re doing,” you complimented as you caressed his gooch with your fingers. 

You paused your actions, “Why thank you. I don’t mean to ruin the mood in any way, but have you ever done anal?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Like fucked someone in the ass?”

I chuckled, “More like a finger up your ass.” His eyes grew big, and he stopped looking at me. “I need an answer, Katsuki.”

“SHUT UP Y/N!! I’ll stop all this right now and blow your fucking face off!!!”

He coughed, “I… I may have….”

“NO WAY, THE Bakugou plays with his ass?”

“No need for that,” I instructed, “I just want to overstimulate you.”

“Oversti-?” His word was cut off by the moans that flew out of his mouth.

You sucked on his dick fast, your tongue swirling around his tip as you did. You, also, used one of your tentacles that you had put lubricant on, that Bakugou had in his drawer while everything was happening, and entered Baugou’s asshole. You had two other tentacles rubbing his nipples as they lifted your body slightly to do so. 

The room was filled with both of your moans. Bakugou gripped your waist harder than before. His body soon tensed, but he continued to lick at your clit. 

“Hugh~ Y/- Plea- Omg~” he whined, his body feeling every type of overload.

The tentacle that was in his ass kept moving in and out, making sure to hit his prostate every time. Your head doing the same, bobbing up and down. Bakugou’s only goal was to try to withstand it all, even if it was hard, so he could make you cum.

Remembering his arms were free, Bakugou took one of his digits and entered you. You cried out to the unexpected pleasure. You didn’t protest, so he moved his index finger around to find that special spot. He found it when he felt you gripping his sides tightly. He curled his finger towards this spot and wouldn’t give you a break. That’s when you went full force with your tentacles. 

“Fuck~” you both moaned. Both your heavy breathing is heard.

“Y/- I-.... I’m. get- I’m close~” he whimpered, tears slowly running down as his whole body locked up.

Grabbing his sides, you breathed, “Me too.” 

Coming back into reality, you felt a warm liquid in your mouth and you noticed you both weren’t in the air anymore, but fell onto the bed. Your tentacles disappeared. 

You both continued your actions, and you both finally reached your climaxes. “I’m going to cum,” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Me too, let’s cum together,” you said.

You kept your lips on his cock as you felt your body shut down, your eyes rolling back, that amazing feeling of euphoria. For a second, you didn’t even know where you were, you felt completely content. 

The both of you rested in his bed for a little, cuddling, trying to come down from your highs. Katsuki cleaned himself off with some tissue and you did the same. After a while, you opened your eyes to find Bakugou asleep. You chuckled quietly to yourself and got up out of his bed, your legs still a little shaky. You put your clothes on to go to the bathroom to properly clean up. 

You turned around, Bakugou’s cum still in your mouth, and kissed him. You let go of the cum and spit it into his mouth. His eyes widened.

“Swallow,” you commanded, and he did as told. You smiled, “Good job, Katsu.” You planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled again at the praise.

“That’s so sweet. But, yeah, no one told me.”

Walking slowly to the bathroom, you see everyone entering the dormitory. “Hey, Y/N! How was being here alone?” Mina asked.

“Where were you guys?” You grumbled.

“Didn’t someone tell you? We went out to the grocery store. We’re going to have a small dinner tonight. We’d thought it’d be a nice surprise for Bakugou since he’s the one always cooking.” 

“I’m so sorry, totally did not mean to exclude you!” She frowned.

“It’s all good, I’m just going to use the bathroom. I’ll keep Bakugou distracted for you guys.”

“Aw, thanks Y/N, you’re the best.”

After finishing up in the bathroom, you went back to Bakugou’s room, making sure to close the door, then cuddled up with him. 

A/N: I kinda wanna draw Bakugou in this scene with the tentacles 😳

FanArt:

[meraki-yao]

RWRB As A Sit-Com

This came out of nowhere but I’m suddenly imagining RWRB as a sit-com? The ones that cut away to the characters breaking the fourth wall and talk directly to the audience?

Like it’s never gonna happen but picture this (or rather, picture these)

1, Buckingham Reception Line

After Henry ignores Alex’s greeting and directly walks away

Cut to Alex alone in the reception hallway, aggravated

ALEX: If you combined the world’s highest possible level of white privilege, nepotism and arrogance together, Prince Henry is what you would get. He has been an absolute dick to me literally since our very first meeting. I mean seriously, what did I ever do to him?

Cut to Henry alone in the reception hallway with a pinched, nervous smile

HENRY: Oh he has no idea about the sheer amount of agony he’s caused me. And he will never, ever, know.

2, Oscar and Alex on the White House Balcony

After Oscar asks Alex about why he doesn’t like Henry

Cut to Oscar alone on the balcony

OSCAR: Alex has a tendency to pull the pigtails of the people he likes. It’s how he got his first girlfriend in grade school. So this little rivalry he has with the prince? Yeah, I’m not buying that bullshit for a second.

3, The first kiss

After Henry runs off after the kiss, leaving Alex standing in place, watching Henry leave with confusion and awe.

Cut to Alex alone under the Linden tree

ALEX: So… that happened. Yeah… When I went back to the party Henry and Percy were nowhere to be seen.  

Cut to Henry and Pez in the cabin of a private plane, Henry with his face in his hands, letting out a muffled high-pitched scream. Pez pats him consolingly on his back.

ALEX: I’m not nearly sober enough to process this fully but… (licks lips) this has definitely given me something to think about. A lot, to think about.

4, Alex and Nora in the office

After Alex says “I don’t know” when Nora lists out all of his interactions with Henry.

Cut to Nora sitting in her office on her office chair.

NORA: Okay, so discovering your sexuality, coming out, feelings and relationships in general are all very personal subjects and everyone should take it at their own pace. That being said, sometimes I look at this obvious idiot and go ‘COME ON MAN’

5, Red Room

After Amy walks on Alex and Henry making out

Cut to Amy in the Red Room, parade rest position

AMY: I pride myself in being a professional and during my career I’ve seen a lot of things and somehow that, was the biggest shock I’ve ever experienced. Kids these days. (sighs)

6, First Night Hook-Up

After Henry goes down on Alex and the close-up of Alex sighing.

Cut to Alex on the couch in his bedroom, shirt open, belt unbuckled, looking dishevelled and flushed.

ALEX: So… maybe I was wrong and a little over-confident when I groped Henry’s ass in front of the political leaders of our respective countries, one of which gave birth to me, and then said that I was going to do some very bad things to him. … That did not happen, the opposite did. In every sense of the word. (leans back and lets out a satisfied groan) But Holy. Shit.

Cut to Henry hastily wiping his mouth, equally unkempt but with all his clothes on.

HENRY: Well I mean I’ve only been fantasising about this moment for ages. Plus his confidence although perhaps misplaced, was very cute. (giggles)

7, Zahra finds Henry in the closet

After Zahra opens the closet to find Henry in it, and everyone kind of just stares at each other

Cut to Henry, flustered, sitting on the hotel bed

HENRY: Fuck.

Cut to Alex standing next to the closet, panicked

ALEX: Fuck!

Cut to Zahra in the middle of the living room, enraged

ZAHRA: WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK. When I told that little shit to play nice with the prince and “act like the sunshine out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency”, I DID NOT TELL HIM TO TAKE THAT LITERALLY. Oh God now I have an image in my head of that WHY—

Like just picture it, please tell me I'm not the only one that sees the vision

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Anakin Skywalker is insufferable:

It's less about his character and more about the way ppl talk about him and narrative around him in a lot of current stuff. The way everyone try to bend over backwards to prove how his reasons to turn Darth Vader were somehow noble or good when almost every single bad guy in Star Wars (expect Palpatine and that guy who taught him) have much more sympathetic history and reasons and how he's not a bad person bc he cried a few times while doing atrocities. And how everyone else gets the blame for all his shortcomings ('they did it but never taught him!!!' -he literally parrotos this same lessons to his own student, it's obvious he knows better but chooses to not apply to himself anything that is slightly uncomfortable to him). Like, I love characters being genuinely not good people as much as a next guy but let's not pretend they're good people actually

the guy has zero critical thinking skills, he whines about everything all the time. I love him, but he’s awful to listen to. THIS BITCH. I HATE HIM. NO CRITICAL THINKING. NO SELF AWARENESS. WHINY MURDEROUS ASSHOLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. He's a JEDI. LIKE. THEY HAVE HISTORY CLASSES!!!! He should have KNOWNNNNNN that when he had prophetic dreams they're not necessarily true!!!!! Also like. In the Star Wars universe, do Jedi just not have imaginations that can create NORMAL dreams when they sleep??? Do Jedi just not usually dream??? If he hadn't gotten paranoid from the dreams of Padme dying in childbirth

BILLIONS OF LIVES WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED. FOR THAT MATTER, if you're gonna have A SUPER ILLEGAL SUPER SECRET MARRIAGE, wouldn't you, I don't know, USE PROTECTION SO THAT YOUR WIFE WHO IS SECRETLY AND ILLEGALLY MARRIED DOESN'T GET PREGANANANT????? LIKE LOOK I LOVE LUKE AND LEIA MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF BUT THEIR PARENTS WERE SO FUCKING STUPID. ANAKIN SKYWALKER HATES CONDOMS BECAUSE THEY DONT FEEL AS GOOD I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Man is an IDIOT. How can you have had a role model and father figure like Obi-Wan for most of your fucking life and grow up to do the shitty, STUPID things Anakin did. Ok this is way too long I'm sorry but I love Obi-Wan so much and Anakin ruined his fucking life and hes just such a little DICK. MURDERED A WHOLE VILLAGE OF SAND PEOPLE. AND DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF CHILDRENNNNNNNN. ANGSTY WHINY TEENAGER. FUCK HIMMMMMMM

Yes he was probably directed to act that way but the way his lines were written did not help

Propaganda why Tim Jackson Drake is insufferable:

oh man. i've had enough of this duckboy (as the protag, he's tolerable in yj and stuff.) like when tim is the protag every character in the story becomes Worse. lady shiva gets nerfed. steph is turned into jealous hormonal catfight girl. helena is dumbified and too womanly to function (they have a nice dynamic as long as tim isn't the protag). cassie and tim were great in yj98, but as soon as he is The Protag then she is his best friend's girlfriend and they're barely friends anymore. cass is turned into a rapist. dick is turned into a lazy mediocre robin. jason turns into fucky wucky dumb brute yaoi stalker boyfriend who is suddenly obsessed with tim's awesome skills. 10 y.o. damian somehow deserves to be put on a hitlist because he's a savage and tim is civilized. Sometimes the story is bogged own with tim's internal or external lectures about their flaws and how they need to be better (better like him), except for dick HMMMM wonder why that is. probbly wouldn't be so bothered if tim wasn't crammed into the spotlight of every crossover in the 90s and early 00s and then so much of dc and the fandom wave it around as the peak era of comicbooks. like im sorry. he is not a relatable protag. like the editors literally told newspapers that he was created for gen x white dudes who blow their money on comics and merch, the info is on wikipedia.

White twink rich boy who always has to be smartest bestest boy even when he is a part of a whole group of smartest bestest ppl (aka bat family as a whole, like he's literally THE Mary sue of a group of Mary sues) at expense of literally everyone else

His definitive writer is a conservative Republican. His series is full of moral PSAs, *dumb* *hormonal* girls getting into catfights over him, and blatant sexism and racism. He gives anti-marijuana speeches to a standing ovation, he lectures about how babies need a father and a mother, and sex is for marriage. Other characters suddenly become stupid around him so that he looks smart. The other characters talk about how he is the best, nicest, smartest Robin ever and ALL the others were dumber and meaner than he is, even the one that mentored him. He as a grown adult man is canonically still bitter about ""his"" child sidekick role being given to an actual child (fans pretend he is the victim of this on both sides—nope he's the adult fighting a child for the child sidekick role, no adult wanted to replace him). Did I mention that this character is the amazing pure white boy, and his 10-year-old successor is painted as a savage Arab terrorist who needs to be put in his place? T*m is a 5'9""+ adult grown man, not a delicate sensitive baby boy.

[racke7]

Opinions on Shadowbringers (so far)

(spoilers, obviously)

The starting-screen is beautiful. Just. Fucking fantastic. Love it.

The idea of the Lightwardens and us bringing back the night-sky? Phenomenal. Excellent. Visually breathtaking.

Ardbert's story is genuinely really nice. He did everything "right" and it turned out wrong, and he hasn't been able to fix anything. But now... now you're here. You're there, doing all the things right and things are getting better and it's such a relief to know that the world isn't doomed.

Ardbert meeting up with us in the inn, away from prying eyes in the quiet aftermath? That easy camaraderie of us being so similar? Beautiful. Love it to bits.

Y'shtola and the Blessed? Girl. Girl, why are you leaving? Marry that gentle sensitive hunk who's so blatantly smitten with you and have him rail you all night, how is this a difficult decision? We'll save the world just fine without you, get laid.

Thancred, why the fuck did you decide to be a dad? You clearly don't want to be a dad, and you don't seem to be aware that you've taken on the role of a dad, and you suck at being a dad. Holy shit. I get that you have issues, but pull your head out of your ass and step up. (Or dump her on someone who will. Holy shit.)

Exarch, I think I've spoiled myself on your identity, but even if I hadn't I don't dislike you.

The faeries are perfectly understandable dick-heads. I don't like them, but that's because they are inherently obnoxious. It's just part of who they are, and I appreciate that. Also, one of them scammed me out of immortality and I gotta appreciate a good hustle.

Zenos somehow returning is low-key hilarious. Love that for him.

Emet-Selch is a shithead and I hate every scene that he's in (his fashion sucks, his posture sucks, he's not even a fun evil). But I do gotta give him credit for cock-blocking all of the Y'shtola-fans who were looking forward to a new nudity-sequence.

Ascians doing "anything to summon their god" was always a massive clue to mom being a primal. This was about as big of a reveal as Garlemald The Evil Empire doing Bad Things. But getting everyone on the same page is important, so fair enough.

The Ascians moaning about the Sundering just kind of makes them sound like washed-up has-beens who're determined to go back to the Good Old Days (TM), even if they have to murder millions to do so. Like... I don't care if you miss it, you do get that that doesn't justify literally anything that you guys do, right? Right?

I'm like 90% sure that the white lion that the sin-eaters are constantly petting is the Lightwarden of Eulmore.

Also, the moment we were told that Eulmore was "giving out food", I clocked it as a cannibalism-thing. (We take in lots of people, and they never leave, but we bring you mystery-meat. Yeah.)

Considering that we later see someone being "sacrificed" to the sin-eaters (meaning that they'll be turned, probably), it seems like it's cannibalism with an extra-step (human -> sin-eater -> food).

Eulmore as a whole kind of pisses me off? Actually, it pisses me off enough that I'm ending this format to rant about it briefly:

As in, it's supposed to be a hedonistic cesspool of nobles waiting to die, but it's filled with people acting like "good people"? Which feels like it's trying to say something about how most evil people are just misguided or something?

But the problem is that they were fighting the good fight, and then suddenly they weren't and everyone in Eulmore were cool with that? In fact, the king was suddenly able to "command" the sin-eaters that'd been massacring their friends and families, and everyone just sat back and relaxed because "they're safe now"?

Eulmore reads like some kind of fever-dream of the king killing everyone who disagrees with him (and the proud war-time soldiers are on his side? for some reason?) and everyone smiling and nodding about it because it doesn't affect them? There doesn't seem to be even a hint of how they all know that the king will murder people for disagreeing with him despite how he does it in plain view of everyone.

Like, if someone comes out and says that the king was actually drugging their food with some kind of Light-pollution that kept them "calm" (and the mystery-meat would be pretty Light-rich, just saying)? That would make a lot of sense.

But up until that point, it doesn't make sense. Especially that the career-soldiers who clearly take pride in their work of "being strong" see nothing wrong with "surrendering" to the inevitability of being wiped out, and cheerfully indulge the king's desire to "rule the world (that's ending)".

Again, part of the reason that it rubs me the wrong way is this feeling that the horrors of it all is being brushed under the rug because the people who allowed for this rule were perfectly happy to not look out the window and spot the signs that their king is a tyrannical despot, but those people weren't Bad People, because look how kind they are to their own kind. Which sounds a bit too close to the "just following orders"-defense for comfort.

Feelings towards the factions (so far) is that I just don't give a damn. They're... fine? I guess? Nothing interesting, nothing fun, just... a way to show that the post-apocalyptic world is divided into tribes and some of them are nice and some of them aren't.

(Kind of like a more boring version of the nomadic Xaela-clans who all have wildly different cultures, but also a very clear shared one in the Naadam. Which is admittedly a hard act to follow. That was done very well.)

So as a whole, Shadowbringers feels like a genuinely beautiful story of us being able to save this world, of being able to undo the mistakes of a good person, and stop the horrors persisting through it, told in a setting of factions arguing with each other that's... kind of boring.

Dunno if that'll change, because there are still... two more zones to unlock, right? Could be that somewhere along the lines, those make everything fit together in a way that makes the factions-part of this part fun and interesting too. But I'm not holding my breath.

[crispy0nion]

Spill the tea

with pleasure. btw this is gonna contain slight mentions of me being a depressed fuck a few years ago. also it's kinda long

ok so, about four years ago during my first year of hs, i met this guy in my class, he was a little shit but we instantly clicked. immediately became best friends, dude basically lived in my house lmao. we went on vacation together that summer, and we had a blast. literally one of the best summers of my life i had sm fun.

second year of hs starts, and suddenly he's not talking to me or any of our friends anymore. literally just ignores us and hangs out with some other guys from our class instead. weird asf, but he was being a real dick so me and my friends quickly dropped the thing and opted for mutual disinterest.

i have no idea how or why, but near the end of the year one of our friends managed to talk with him, and he completely switches up. now he's talking to everyone like nothing happened.

except for me.

he's not talking to me. actually he is actively ignoring my existence. "what an asshole" you'll say. "so did your friends say anything, maybe drop him for acting like that?" lmao. please.

this guy used to be a loser btw. scrawny little guy who would only talk about anime. then after this year of ignoring us, he had suddenly turned into this cool, unbothered guy who will destroy your self confidence in 0.5 seconds if he doesnt like your vibe, but he does so in a " i'm effortlessly funny" way. basically, he's infuriating if you're not his friend. which apparently i wasn't anymore??

so anyways, the point is he's got everyone bouncing on his dick. classmates swarm him like flies to a lamp. he's the coolest guy around, he's so funny. that includes my friends btw. so i spend the third year of highschool feeling like no one actually wanted me around, cause they had him. but i was clinically depressed and i knew that i couldn't handle any more drama, so i said nothing and tried acting like nothing happened, ngl it was pretty pathetic looking back 💀

the thing kinda peaks when we decide to go on a trip together during the summer. that was so shitty bro i wanted to walk in traffic i genuinely felt like they would be having i better time without me there.

but anyways, i survive that somehow. that was early in the summer, i use the rest of it to work of my mental health and by the time my fourth year starts i was doing much better. my friends also stopped being assholes lmao, i suspect they heard me when during the vacation i cried to my mom on the phone for two hours and they felt bad but uhm. regardless. dude was still pretending i didnt exist.

good for him ig. i decide i've been pathetic enough and just start ignoring him the same way he ignored me. the mutual ignoring goes great, i'm doing much better. near the end of the year me and my friends (The Guy wasn't there) get drunk as shit and i decide to bring up this issue. i get some feedback from my friends: one of them tried asking him what happened between us and he answered "go fuck yourself". cool. another person thinks he has a crush on me and is shit at managing it. fair guess but it's an asshole move. someone else says maybe i accidentally hurt him. also a good guess, but i didn't do anything, and if i did, i didn't do it on purpose and he should've said something. overall, we're all confused.

school year ends, we organize another trip. i'm stressed as fuck. then on the first evening, he asks if someone can put his powerbank in their bag cause he doesnt have one, and i offer mine since i was the only one with extra space.

and i guess i broke his brain, because now he's talking to me like the previous two years never happened. which is. wild.

but i decide to be nice and cool about it and go along with it. we're civil to eachother. dare i say he acts weirdly friendly sometimes, which was actually genuinely shocking for me. he literally split his food with me of his own volition. TWO TIMES. wtf???? i also dont get marginalized this time!! i had the best time of my life actually!! my bed almost caught fire but that's a completely different story.

so uhm. i spend the remaining month and a half of summer wondering if he's still gonna be like this when school starts? cause if i know one thing, it's that he might change his mind for no reason.

the answer is no btw. it's like the trip never happened. today was our fifth day and the only time we talked this entire week was when i asked him something about class and he answered LOOKING AT THE PERSON NEXT TO ME. AS IF THAT GUY HAD ASKED THE QUESTION AND NOT ME??

he and the rest of my friends (except for one who wasn't available) are hanging out rn btw. they went to the cinema. "why are you saying they and not us" cuz i didn't get a fucking invite lmao. we're back at the start babeyyyy im going to walk into the sea.

anyways that's the drama. i left out a LOT of details to avoid making a kilometric post but uhm. opinions? do y'all think he got dropped on his head as a child? cause i know i was but i'm not this much of a crazy asshole.

[lesvegas]

ritchie’s🎃💀 ABCs of Horror Movie Marathon!! 💀🎃

Horror movie challenge prompted by @quintsmachete

Day Ten - J is for Jennifer's Body (2009)

I skipped over Ju-On for this. Been meaning to see this one for a while, hyped up 'cause lesbianism, yadayadayada, I'm gonna try to keep this as short as possible.

I don't like this movie.

Here is every nice thing I have to say about it:

I understand why other people like it.

Patrick Star's VA making a cameo was hilarious. I wish he was in the movie more.

Jennifer showing up to Needy's house all bloody for the first time was. Almost good. Made me think the movie might start going somewhere.

I like that it features/encourages safe sex. The bar is underground when it comes to that.

There was like, the odd funny moment. Here and there. Even one or two that didn't drag on like a Family Guy gag.

The set up with Devil's Kettle being the reason the band is in town at all was cool.

That's about it. Now here are the rest of my thoughts:

It's extremely 2000s in all the worst ways, from the casual racism to the "dorky = attractive but with glasses and curly hair" to the slurs and weird American slang that even fans of this movie try to forget.

It's like if Mean Girls was bad and had nothing to say.

In terms of homoeroticism where 1 is NBC Hannibal and 10 is Scream, this is like, a 6 max. Yes two women kiss on screen, no it doesn't actually feel homoerotic like, at all. These characters don't come across like they feel anything for eachother, so why should I care?

Mention of the movie Aquamarine reminded me how much more homoerotic that movie felt to me. The girls in that movie actually like eachother even if they aren't explicitly sapphic. I could list a lot of movies that aren't even gay but still have more homoeroticism.

Genuinely there is so little to any of the main characters that I just could not give a shit about any of them. Needy is whatever, I don't get *why* she even likes Jennifer because she's just kind of a dick the entire time even before she gets possessed or whatever. And besides being a dick there is NOTHING to Jennifer. She's a nothing character. I don't know if Megan Fox just can't actually act or if this was a shit role with a shit script but Jesus Christ I felt nothing but cringe the entire time, especially whenever there was fan service (which is absolutely not for the 'lesbian gaze' lmfao don't even try).

This doesn't even feel like a 2000s period piece. This could've come out in 1999, 2009, or 2019. It doesn't matter. But it's not even timeless because of all the stupid slang.

I can never tell if the movie is trying to be serious or ironic. I could kind of tell when it was trying to be funny. It didn't help anything.

Lives up to literally none of my expectations. I expected it to be kinda bad but I wasn't expecting to hate it THIS much. I don't even know if I hate this or Blood Dolls more.

It's not even toxic enough or yuri enough to be 'toxic yuri'.

One meat. Who fucking gives a shit. 🥩🗌 🗌 🗌 🗌

[anodyne-sunflower]

Do u dislike any of the bg3 companions

Mmmm not an intense dislike, I'd say more neutral on some and annoyed by others lol Karlach is okay, I feel more neutral towards her, I know she's super popular and I can see why but I don't know, she doesn't really interest me enough to really use her a lot.

I'm also neutral on Halsin. He's cool, but after he joins, I only use him to do the curse quest and that's it.

As for annoyance, Gale. I do like his character but man he's an ass too. Lol Especially if he falls for you (which is pretty easy because you just need to be nice 🙃) he is being a dick to me this playthrough. I've pretty much chosen the same dialogue with him, except for one: when I lock into an Astarion romance and he makes me choose between them. I literally don't want him but he acts like we're together at all. It's funny though, like a weird bug to me. But instead of the "I didn't know you felt this strongly" choice, I picked the "nah, it's Astarion, see ya" (I may have taken creative liberty with the wording...) this time and when he invites me to that stupid stargazing thing, he's an absolute asshole haha. He's like "what you're saying would sound good if it wasn't from your lips" and "pfft you and I aren't close" like damn dude. Can't take rejection. But otherwise, as a character, I do like him. As a romance option nooooo

[iamthecomet]

I was finally able to throw Swiss' desire to see Mountain and Dew bang into a fic again. I think the last time I wrote about it was in Honey Twist where he actually did walk in on them, which was in, like, February?

I dunno why I decided that would become a sort of obsession of his, but, playing with the idea a bit, I think he's just really into the idea of getting caught spying and "punished" for it.

The other thing with Swiss in fic I wanted to establish is that Swiss can't get Mountain to bottom for him no matter how hard he tries, purely because I like the idea that Swiss tries to go about it the same way he might with someone, like, say, Dew, where he being a dom really works for his partner -like, Dew likes being bossed around a bit if the other person can manage it- but Mountain?

Mountain wants a pathetic top who start crying because it "feels too good"... like, say, Rain.

I feel like Rain would cry when he feels good like that.

Anyway, yeah, Mountain wants to get Swiss to cry and maybe get railed from behind by someone else if he tops him, not necessarily Dew, he thinks maybe Cirrus would like to get a turn turning Swiss into putty, but who knows? Maybe he'll get Dew to watch just to rile him up for round two or something...

But yeah.

Hope your afternoon is going well.

I love your characterization of Swiss. To me he's the ghoul who's down for anything. Who has no shame, very few hard limits, is just along for the ride (sometimes literally). And that ties in very nicely with why Mountain won't bottom for him. It's hard for Swiss to get overwhelmed like that--to get desperate and weepy with pleasure. He could fake it--maybe--if Mountain really wanted it. But that's not what Mountain wants. Mountain wants genuine desperation, and it's hard to get Swiss there. But. I think you're right. I think Cirrus is the ticket to that. Add Dew, sitting in a chair in the corner, desperate to touch himself but not allowed. Give Swiss a thousand directions to look--and sensation from all angles and he will break eventually. He will start to lose it, start to fold, bow in on himself, dig his fingers into Mountain's hips and shake with it. On the other note, I love Swiss wanting so badly to catch Mountain and Dew in the act and always missing it. To the point that he isn't sure it's happening at all. While everyone else is like "yeah they fuck all the time." And Swiss is the only one who really cares--who really wants to be a part of it somehow. I almost wonder if Swiss, being forced to watch Dew top Mountain would do it. Would get Swiss desperate enough. Would make him shiver and shake and cry a little once he finally gets his dick in Mountain?

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Taming Arrogance - Chapter 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Ribbons of moonlight slip past the curtains.

Being as quiet as possible, I slip out of bed and manage to find my shoes and shirt near the end of the bed.

My latest sexual conquest snores softly in her sleep, oblivious to my exit.

It provides enough noise for me to successfully leave the apartment complex.

The warmth of summer feels amazing against my bare chest,and I stop to put on my shoes at the bottom of the stairs.

A few girls are drunkenly making their way to their apartment, no doubt college students coming home from a late night party.

All three of them notice me when I start making my way to the car.

I don't bother putting on my shirt.

Instead I slide it around the back of my neck to give them a full view of my nicely sculpted torso.

What's that I hear? Jealousy?

Don't be, not everyone can look this good.

Some people are meant to, others just aren't, it is what it is.

I lean against the side of my car, purposely taking my time to dig through my pocket for the keys.

The girls continue to stare at me, giggling flirtatiously behind their hands.

Even though I'm used to this type of reaction when the female sex notices me, it never gets old.

I mentally count down in my head.

4... 3.... 2...

"Hey," one of the girls shouts to me, right on cue.

I look up at her, acting surprised that they're calling me over.

I point to my chest and look around, feigning the act of making sure I'm the one they're addressing.

"Yes you," the second one chimes in.

"Come over here."

I strut towards them with a growing confidence, giving them all a chance to lap up the view.

When I get closer, I take a better look at my options.

All three of them have fairly decent bods but the brunette on the end is exceptionally a sight for sore eyes.

Her long hair falls in waves around her shoulders and I don't shy away from raking my eyes down her luscious body.

She giggles when she notices me staring.

"Well hello ladies," I say with a smirk.

"What are three, fine things like you doing out with no men to accompany you?"

All three of them giggle.

The brunette on the end speaks up first.

"Slim pickins' at the bar," she admits and her speech is slightly slurred.

"Why weren't you there?"

I hold my hands up in surrender.

"I didn't get the memo. My fault entirely and I hate to disappoint, ladies but I'm actually just on my way out."

All three of them pout but the one I've been eyeing purses her lips with indecision.

I've made it clear she's the one I want and now the she needs to decide if I'm worth it or not... which, of course, I am.

After a minute of deliberation, the brunette whispers something to her friends and then turns to me with determination.

She saunters towards me as sexily as she can manage while walking drunkenly in heels.

Just the sight of her has my mouth watering.

I've got this in the bag... I know, I know... getting laid by two broads in one night? Pffft.

Let it sink in, this is just another day in the life of Callum Greene.

********

"You've gotta' be kidding me," I hiss under my breath when I see the time.

I was supposed to be at work over half an hour ago to attend some 'Welcome aboard Mr. Big Shot CEO' party.

Not that I give two shits what that dick-weed thinks about me but until I start college, I really can't afford to lose my job.

Plus, I didn't exactly start out on the best foot with him.

In my defense though, what idiot can't find their way to the coal section that's literally at the front of the store?

Whether he was doing it to test my skills or not, he should have at least had the decency to ask me a question that was backed up with a little more common sense.

I check the mirror and thank the good Lord above for bestowing upon me natural good looks.

In situations like this, it becomes a real time-saver.

Not bothering to do anything to my hair, I grab my work shirt from the floor and head out the door.

While I drive to work, I search my car at every stop sign for gum or some sort of breath mint.

My fingers eventually slide over a half-eaten 'Butter-finger Bar'.

I study its condition.

Bits of dust and dirt glom on to its surface.

I blow it off with a shrug before popping it into my mouth.

The parking lot of work is fuller than normal and my stomach bottoms out when I remember that this isn't just a party for our store.

This is a party for all of 'The Great Outdoors' stores throughout the state.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath, whipping my car into the last parking spot available.

I smooth out my shirt as I get out of the car, tucking it in as best as I can into my jeans.

The familiar 'whoosh' of cool air hits my face when I walk into work, and immediately I notice that the entire floor is empty.

A voice echoes over a PA system, the sound deep and rich.

I meander down the aisles until I find where it's coming from.

It doesn't take long.

Just as I round the corner of aisle three, I nearly collide with the last row of people listening to none other than Mr. Blake Benson speaking on a tall podium at the very back of the store.

There has to be over a hundred employees here.

All of their focus is intently and obediently directed towards their new boss.

I nonchalantly slip through the rows of people and hope my slow movements keep me from landing on the man of the hour's radar.

When I finally spot Kansas near the back, I take a seat beside her.

"What'd I miss?" I whisper.

Kansas scoots over to make a bit more room for me.

"You're late."

'Yeah. No shit.'

"So I didn't miss anything?" I mutter sarcastically, drawing attention to the fact that she didn't answer my question.

Kansas sighs and lowers herself in her seat.

"He's just talking about changes to the store and stuff like that. He has all these ideas to make 'The Great Outdoors' more than what it is today."

I snort.

"Yeah and in three months he'll be exactly where our last CEO left off, sipping martinis and playing mini golf in his office all day."

"Can't blame the guy for trying. At least he wants to make a difference."

"Oh get off it," I say and roll my eyes.

"If you didn't want to slob on his knob, you'd be agreeing with me completely."

Kansas shoots me a glare but doesn't deny my words.

She crosses her arms over her chest, turning away to hide the heated blush rising to her cheeks.

"...and that concludes our meeting this morning," Mr. Blake Benson says, drawing my attention to him.

"I want to thank all of you for joining me today, for taking the time from busy schedules to make 'The Great Outdoors' the priority it deserves to be."

Give me a fuckin' break.

A resounding applause echoes throughout the back of the store.

People stand, giving this joker a standing ovation as if he's just accepted a Nobel Peace prize for wanting to sell more lumber.

Blake nods and smiles effortlessly across the throes of employees before him.

When the applause dies down, he raises his hand for their attention a final time.

"Please," he says.

"Help yourself to the complimentary beverages and snacks I've provided. Feel free to mingle amongst yourselves before taking the rest of the day off. We'll be starting full force on Monday. Thanks again, everyone."

His microphone fizzles out.

The murmur of people talking rises tenfold over the next minute.

Chairs scrape across the tiled floor as my follow co-workers search for the snacks like the vultures they are.

By the hungry looks in their eyes, you'd swear they haven't eaten in ten years.

Their pant sizes, on the other hand, tell a different story.

"You sticking around?" Kansas asks. I shrug and look in the direction that people seem to be flocking.

"Pass. I'll see you Monday."

Kansas gives a half-hearted wave.

She quickly finds a group of employees from our store before making her way to the food.

Time for me to dip out while the dipping is good.

I untuck my shirt and weave my way through the human obstacles before hitting the aisles.

Looks like being late paid off after all.

Not only did I get to avoid talking to Blake but also I avoided his drawn out speech.

"Ah, Mr. Greene. I'm glad you were able to make it," Blake Benson's voice catches me off guard.

My feet come to a screeching halt.

I whip my head around to find him walking towards me in this deserted aisle of picture frames.

His glossy green tie seems to shine under the florescent lights of the store.

Like the first time I saw him, he's once again wearing black pants and a black dress shirt.

He casually stuffs his hands in his pockets when he reaches me.

A knowing smile slips across his lips and he gives me a look like he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

"I... ah, yeah. No problem."

Blake turns to look at the aisle, his eyes peruse the myriad of picture frames.

"Do you enjoy working here, Mr. Greene?"

No, he probably knows it too. So why is he seeking me out to ask such a pointless question?

Unless... I gnash my teeth together.

He must have seen me coming in late, is that what this is about?

Or maybe this is still blow-back from our first introduction.

He's trying to fire me... I just know it... what an asshole-ski.

"Yeah, I enjoy working here," I finally answer, lying through my teeth.

"Sir."

"What?"

"Sir," Blake repeats.

"You always need to address the customer using this name."

The arrogance of this guy is unbelievable.

My eyes narrow to slits.

"I do address the customers like that. I didn't realize you were a customer, though."

The playfulness in Blake's face vanishes.

His eyebrows pinch together, clearly displeased with my response.

"A valid point," Blake responds coolly.

"But I am your boss."

If I wasn't at work, I'd knock this dude straight on his ass.

Unfortunately for me, he provides my paycheck, no matter how measly that is.

"Whatever," I mumble.

"Sir," the words taste bitter as they leave my lips.

Seeing Blake's superior grin makes it even worse.

I can't wait until I can blow this popsicle stand for good, not having to deal with him or any other boss for that matter.

"Callum," Blake says, nodding towards the far side of the store.

"All joking aside, I need to have a talk with you. Do you have a moment to join me in my office?"

Internally I groan.

What's this dude have to talk with me about that he can't say right here?

I want to tell him I have plans.

I want to tell him to shove it up his blow-hole.

Instead I grit my teeth, spinning on my heels and giving him a consenting nod.

"Fine."

"Wonderful."

Blake smiles, completely unaffected by my attitude.

"Follow me then, please."

[dumb-doll-lips]

Shouldn’t anyone who wants to stick his dick in there be enough of a big boy to handle knowing that every so often some blood comes out of there? I mean sure it could be tmi, if you were like describing in graphic detail how, say, this one clot came out in an inopportune moment, and the mess you had to wipe off the bottom of a public toilet seat, or something. But just the general mention that it is currently happening? Like, if he wants to do anal and you say “not right now because I’m having some indigestion issues”, is that tmi? What does he think the hole he wants to get busy with is for?

That’s my 2c anyway

So like tbh w my question I was just wondering like what’s more standard for a girl to say. To be like hey I’m on my period, here’s what I’d be okay w blah blah blah. Or like I know most my hookups are not a fan of period of sex so like could just be like hey I need to reschedule and maybe be like saying you’re not feeling the best. Like I literally have no sense of how other girls handle it or what others might feel is tmi. And I’ll often feel like I’m not ‘smooth’ about like anything. So idk.

I like do tend to feel like it’s kinda personal telling guys I’m on my period. So it always feels like a little weird to say from that angle. Maybe that has more to do w how I’ve hooked up w some guys who are like fun to fuck but that’s like the extent of any kind of friendship. But then also I guess I just blog about periods now. So idk. But like it can take me a bit to be comfortable w someone so like having an idea of what feels standard can be nice. (Overall tho been lots of feedback from guys saying they’d like prefer they more straightforward being told, so that feels like an answer enough lol)

But like I def get your point. It annoys me when guys act grossed out or anything. Like I can get not being w fan of period sex tho, it’s not my favorite. No one has been like grossed out seeming but I know most aren’t a fan of it. Which I think is why I started feeling confused about what’s good to say. Idk.

[airandangels]

Watching The Mandalorian S3E04

Okay, so last week's episode, which was almost all about Dr Pershing who absolutely nobody likes or wanted to know more about, was 59 minutes long. This week's, which is PRESUMABLY about DIN DJARIN THE MANDALORIAN from The Mandalorian, is only 33 minutes long. Do you think they could please try to have a consistent episode time? I don't mind about five minutes here or there, but this is absurd, and it just really feels like the people in charge are no longer interested in telling a story about Mandalorians.

anyway last week I was bored and indignant and Bo-Katan got involuntarily baptised and adopted which probably isn't even in her top ten of strange things that have happened to her

NB - I get pretty salty in here so if that would bum you out or if you genuinely enjoyed the episode maybe just keep scrolling

okay so remember how in that episode of The Book of Boba Fett that was completely hijacked from Boba Fett to be about Din's problems, the covert was down to literally two people, the Armorer and Paz Vizsla, living in an underground lair with a glow-in-the-dark sigil to let you know it was there like a vampire safe house in Blade? How did they get all these Mandos together after that? I know they're trying really hard to push some bullshit about "there was a two year time lapse and that's why Bo-Katan's bob is longer or something" but it simply does not make sense and is unsatisfactory. Anyway, there's a shedload of Mandalorians here and they're acting like yahoos on the beach. If there were road signs on this planet they would be so shot-up they'd look like lace.

I miss Boba Fett

remember Boba Fett?

(wistful sigh about Boba Fett)

okay the little kid going up in a jetpack was pretty cute

and Grogu's just being cute and Zen rock gardening down at the water's edge WHERE IN RECENT MEMORY A HUGE MONSTER SPLURSHED UP ON THE BEACH AND STARTED TRYING TO EAT PEOPLE

I mean I can't say it enough

THEY HAVEN' T EVEN PUT UP A FENCE

Din it's really nice that you want to include him but... have you done anything to prepare him for this kind of rough-housing? Yeah yeah learn by doing and everything, but he's not even the same species as the other children in this activity, let alone approximately the same shape or size.

Have you explained to him that it's not okay to choke the other kid with his mind? Because I feel like that's going to be his go-to move if they come at him like a spider monkey.

"I am his ward"? How are they using that word exactly? Isn't he your ward? You're his guardian. He's Dick, you're Bruce, not the other way round.

Din Djarin please stop making your baby play paintball on the beach

HERE COMES ANOTHER FUCKING MONSTER

MANDALORIANS ARE SO FUCKING STUPID

THAT KID HAS THE MOST DOGSHIT LUCK

of fucking course your jetpacks don't have the range to follow the dragon to its lair! They're only for short hops! You're all idiots!

"I'm out of fuel. It always gets away."

IT ALWAYS GETS AWAY?

THIS HAS HAPPENED REPEATEDLY?

HOW MANY CHILDREN HAVE BEEN EATEN!!!???

so Bo-Katan has to be the only functional adult

can I just say

if Bo-Katan Kryze is the most functional adult present, the kids are in so much trouble.

"It would kill the child" - why are you all carrying on so leisurely as if the child isn't most likely already dead? Why would Bo-Katan go all the way back and not simply radio back to base, keeping an eye on the lair and giving them the co-ordinates to join her? What do you actually care about "the safety of the foundling" when you do absolutely nothing to protect your children from the MARAUDING WILD ANIMALS of the planet you have UNACCOUNTABLY SETTLED UPON?

why... why is this show so dumb now

like I don't require genius from a Star War but why is everyone a fucking meathead

okay I think the baby is having A PTSD FLASHBACK not that anybody's paying attention

so are they finally going to deliver on "who took care of Grogu?"

just some random Jedi (okay, actually I approve of it not being anyone I recognise; if it wasn't going to be Maul which I always knew was extravagantly unlikely)

and a tiny bit of voice work from Temuera Morrison

(dreamy sigh) Temuera Morrison

so they're getting a bit more use out of the Coruscant "sets" they "built" for last week's waste of the better part of an hour

Okay, that's a Naboo ship, they're easy to recognise because they're so shiny and chrome

I'm curious what this implies about emergency plans Padmé may have made

"Mandalorian steel shall keep you safe as you grow stronger." Unless, of course, you're snapped up by one of the RAVENOUS BEASTS that MARAUD all around our FLAGRANTLY UNFORTIFIED SETTLEMENT

well his papa will be very proud to see his new little tummy-shield

YOU'RE GOING TO CAMP OVERNIGHT?

HOW ARE WE NOT SUPPOSED TO THINK THE KID IS LONG SINCE DEAD? why would the dragon not eat him as soon as it got home? It's not Kong, it's not going to decide he's cute and play with him instead!

"It will kill the foundling if it is attacked. It has happened before when it has taken others." And we have never, ever developed any safety precautions to prevent that happening. Look, do you care about these children or don't you? If you cared about them, wouldn't you supervise them when they're out in an open area frequented by monsters? Or perhaps simply not let them go out in that area, given that the monsters show absolutely no fear of the multiple heavily-armed adults in the settlement?

I - I feel like they sat down and wrote this episode like "This is a tough challenge for our heroes, and will show us their strengths as they work together to overcome it!" as opposed to "This is a moronic situation that wouldn't have happened if anyone involved had the merest smidgen of the most rudimentary sort of intelligence."

there should've been one of those Batman gags where a cameo guest star opens a window in the cliff and pops their head out for a bit of banter

"He's my son! And I'm a BIG BEEFY IDIOT"

HOW HAS RAGNAR BEEN AT LEAST PARTIALLY INGESTED FOR SEVERAL HOURS AND HE'S STILL ALIVE ENOUGH TO SHOUT "HELP ME"? EVEN IF HE WAS IN SOME SORT OF THROAT POUCH NOT BEING DIGESTED YET HOW DID HE NOT SUFFOCATE?

I don't say this lightly: the Ewoks cartoon (1985-1987) had better plots (and the episodes were only slightly shorter)

we are the e-e-e-e-e-e-Ewoks, we're the spirits of the forest moon

AND NOW THE MOTHER RAPTOR, WHO WAS ONLY TRYING TO FEED HER BABIES, GETS CHOMPED BY A MOSASAUR IN THE MOST PROFOUNDLY UNJUST MOSASAUR-CHOMPING DEATH SINCE KATIE McGRATH IN JURASSIC WORLD (2015)

I mean God forbid women do anything

AND NOW I SUPPOSE THE RAPTOR BABIES JUST STARVE

oh okay so you MURDER THEIR MOTHER and then ADOPT THEM? I suppose that's responsible in a morbid way

this really did feel like the dénouement of a Saturday morning cartoon

look will you please just drop them off with Boba Fett who I would actually trust with pet care

how was there room for the three babies AND the team of Mandalorians in that ship

okay I would actually love it if BK goes around telling people she saw a Mythosaur and nobody believes her or they all think it's a metaphor or an imaginary friend like when nobody believed Big Bird about Mr Snuffleupagus (which they eventually changed because they didn't want to give children the message "adults won't believe you")

well that was just awful

wow

they really are exploring new ways in which to stink

are Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni well

are they exhibiting symptoms of cognitive decline

[winderlylandchime]

Hello, so after we finished 2x18, it started to pour like crazy and we ended up losing power in our neighborhood for well over a day. Which means this man ended the day at like 5 pm with Justin cheating and he was miserable. I forgot how horrible it is to experience this storyline for the first time. Anyway i am now here with 2x19(1/2) and the meltdown of it all: ‘awww Ted calls him Bri just like me! Look how cute he is, god damn it Justin!’ The groan he just let out at the sight of Ethan and Justin. He immediately paused it and went to get himself candy and he is so angry that he can’t drink alcohol. ‘I’m actually about to puke out the burger I just ate. This is actually making me nauseous and also making me pissed at Justin’ *mocks Ethan in a childish voice* his instrument? He’s his instrument? Id say he can shove it up his ass but he already did. CHEATER! I am begging you to fast forward it (oh how I wish i could) this is hideous! HIDEOUS! Justin, do you not feel gross with yourself?’ *mocks Ethan again* big plans tonight? YEAH BRIAN! BIGGER! BETTER! Bitch!’ He now paused the tv cause he got frustrated, it paused on Ethan and he yelled out FUCK NO and started the ep again until he could pause it on something that wasn’t Ethan. ‘That’s nice? Being a starving artist is nice? If someone said that to me I’d throw a punch! I DESERVE TO EAT EVERY NIGHT! Oh look at him, he it just itching to ask about Brian..HA HA YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SIDE DICK and not even a good one at that! *mocks him again* oh if he stayed sometime you could wake up together? I hate both of you. I hope every coffee you drink burns your tongue! You know, Brian can be A LOT but even he doesn’t deserve to be cheated on’ He got so relieved when Ethan went off screen only for Carl to pop up. He is already done with this ep. ‘……oh but they aren’t homophobic?..Debbie. fuck you. THEYRE GONNA BOWL TOGETHER? TIME FOR BRIAN TO SHINE!!!’ ‘This sounds really weird but I like it when Brian is working. Oh look what the cat dragged in. A CHEATER! Oh you were studying? Let me guess, classical music? Oh, you’re gonna shower are you? I wonder why?! oh Brian is a little suspicious. I need him to get caught. I hate this because I love Blondie so much but this? This isn’t it. So right now, he is on my shit list! THEY GOT FUCKING BOWIE ON THE SOUNDTRACK! I mean i know he was on in s1 BUT FUCK SHIT FUCK! BOWIE!!!!! I love Bowie!…*pauses tv* do you have any clue what this song is about? LOOK IT UP! *starts ep again* ….is he gonna tell him? What WAS JUSTIN GONNA SAY?! Oh you coward!’ ‘Okay, my dear lesbians. I am an *makes a weak fist* ally but I’m gonna need yall to fuck off because i have other stuff to worry about’ ‘oh look it’s Mikey and Cheat- WHY IS THERE VIOLIN MUSIC?! HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN FOR TWO SEASONS AND NOW HE’S ON EVERY FUCKING CORNER?!?! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE MY MAN. JUSTIN! NO! ENOUGH..oh fuck you’ He is so pissed off at Ethan right now that he is fake criticizing his violin playing as if he knows what he’s talking about ‘CHEATER! Yes. RAGE! Which is about his BOYFRIEND! DUDE HE HAS A BOYFRIEND BACK THE FUCK OFF! Why would you want to go watch a oui oui movie? Justin, you literally don’t like half of what this dude is talking about or offering so why are you acting so fucking smitten? MIKEY, GET HIS ASS! Oh boohoo the french movie is a parallel to Justin and Brian and this fucker, isn’t it? WHY ARE THEY KISSING! NO KISSING RULE FOR FUCKS SAKE JUSTIN YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD! No offense, my man..actually scratch that, full offense but you two suck at kissing each other. WHERE IS MICHAEL THE ONE TIME I WANT HIM- THERE HE IS MICHAEL!! GO TO BRIAN TELL BRIAN! PLEASE DO IT PLEASEEEEEE!’ He is so stressed out, he had to take his sweater off because he was getting so heated. I swear this is the only thing that makes it worth watching Ethan.. ‘TED AND BRI! I like these two, i feel so bad for Brian. Poor guy. Ted, my man, when you do porn, you become desensitized to it. It’s true I watched a video about it. Oh look at that, two besties talking about sex fantasies’

YOU LOST POWER AFTER 218??? Oh my god. I'm surprised your brother survived. I would have diedddddd.

Groaning at the sight of Ethan. YEP

Loving Bowie on the soundtrack. YEP

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. YEP

Screaming at Justin. YEP

Your brother is breaking down but for all the right reasons.

[therainscene]

The first time I saw this shot from the van scene, I thought, “oh no, Jonathan knows. And he looks troubled. Is Will’s sexuality going to be an issue for him? Is he going to be a dick about it? I’m sure he’d never hate crime his brother, but...”

Then we got the pizzeria heart-to-heart, in which Jonathan wins the Best Ally of All Time Award and gives Will the most cathartic hug I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. It’s probably my favourite moment in the whole show.

Because of course this is how Jonathan would react. Of course the guy who always encouraged Will to be himself, who even subtly queer-coded his reassurances on the off-chance that was something Will needed to hear, would be accepting and supportive. Of course that troubled look was because he was angry at himself for being too much of a stoner to notice his bestie suffering in silence.

It was a sobering moment. I knew all this about Jonathan going into the van scene, yet I still walked away from it assuming the worst. I was acting like one of those reddit bros who insist that nothing nice is allowed to happen to the long-suffering gay character because it “wouldn’t be realistic” for a show set in the 80s.

It got me thinking: is Will being similarly paranoid?

Look at his reaction when Jonathan assures him that he will always love and accept him no matter what... you can see fear, hope, and relief all flooding through him.

It’s like he can’t believe this is really happening, that Jonathan knows what he is and continues to love him anyway.

S4 is the first season in which Will doesn’t have to contend with any supernatural bullshit. Gone are the horror metaphors: his struggles are mundane and depicted entirely literally. But the pizzeria scene still strongly reflects the endings to the supernatural arcs from S1 and S2: with loved ones seeing him in torment and reaching out, reminding him of how deeply and unconditionally loved he is by them.

(They were extremely unsubtle about this.)

By S4, this boy who’s been targeted by homophobic bullies for as long as he’s been at school is willing to stand up in front of his class and openly identify with a gay historical figure. He even tries to confess his feelings to a boy who (in his estimation) is likely to reject him. Via a portrait with a heart on it! That’s damning physical evidence!

If he can do these dizzyingly ballsy things in a homophobic 80s environment, then surely he’s ready to come out to those trusted loved ones who have demonstrated their love for him time and time again. He could have laid the groundwork for confessing to Mike by coming out to him first, but he didn’t. He could have officially come out to Jonathan during the pizzeria scene, but he didn’t. Why not?

Why is acting gay in a hostile environment somehow easier than coming out to his loved ones?

I think this is why the GA tend to believe that Will’s arc is about being accepted, rather than about scoring a romance with Mike -- because he really does have issues with acceptance!

What the GA tends to miss, though, is how the platonic love he’s received for four seasons now is not enough. It’s important, to be sure, and it helps for a while... but the demons just keep coming back. He still feels like a mistake.

If Mike rejects him romantically but continues loving him platonically... well, that’s nice, but would it really be any different from all the other times he’s been showered with platonic love? Why would such a bittersweet scenario be the one time platonic love finally defeats his demons once and for all?

Jonathan told Will that it’s okay to be gay... but Mike’s the only person who can show him that it’s true.