#I did this meme once with Billy

[monicfever]

you pulled away for a second and now they’re spiraling 𝜗𝜚 daredevil & punisher cast hcs

characters used ᝰ .ᐟ matt murdock / frank castle / foggy nelson / karen page / elektra / ben poindexter / billy russo / dinah madani / micro

⏜︵ MATT MURDOCK. 𐂯

gives you space but feels every inch of it like a bruise. overthinks it for hours. you don’t kiss him goodbye one morning and he stands there in the kitchen, frozen, one hand still half-raised like he’s reaching for something that isn’t there.

he’ll say, “i’m fine,” but his tie’s too tight, his smile’s too sharp.

plays your voice messages on loop with his headphones in, forehead pressed to the wall like it’ll stop the ache in his chest.

goes on patrol more. harder. rougher. comes back bloody. says “it’s nothing.” — it’s not nothing.

listens for you even when you’re not around. heartbeat. breath. laugh. when he can’t find it, he panics.

folds your sweater on his bed like it’s sacred. doesn’t wear it. doesn’t touch it. just leaves it there — a ghost of warmth he’s trying not to need.

says “i understand” when you say you’re just tired, but inside? he’s drowning.

you’re the only thing that’s ever felt like peace, and now you’re slipping through his fingers like smoke.

when you finally touch him again, soft and slow, he exhales like he’s been underwater. fists your shirt in his hands like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again.

mumbles “i thought i lost you” into the hollow of your throat like a confession. like he’s ashamed for needing you this much.

⏜︵ FRANK CASTLE. 𐂯

doesn’t say anything. doesn’t ask. just watches you. jaw tight, eyes dark, breathing slow — like he’s reading the air for signs of danger. distance feels like a threat to him, and he doesn’t do well with threats.

your laugh is quieter. you sit on the far end of the couch. your fingers slip from his too soon. that’s all it takes. he spirals silently.

doesn’t confront you — doesn’t want to make it worse — but suddenly he’s fixing everything. the cabinet you mentioned once. the heater that clicks. your favourite snack stocked up.

you didn’t ask. he just needs to do something. needs to prove he’s still useful.

sleeps on the edge of the bed. doesn’t touch you unless you move first. still watches you while you sleep. still memorizes the sound of your breath like it’s the only music that matters.

sharpens his knives at 2 a.m. in the kitchen with the lights off. doesn’t need them. needs control. needs the rhythm. the quiet. the pain in his palm when he grips too tight. anything but thinking about what he did wrong.

you touch his shoulder — finally — and he flinches. not from fear. from relief. like touch has become foreign. his voice cracks when he says, “you okay?” like he’s asking please tell me it’s not me. please tell me you’re still mine.

finds something you left at his place — a mug, a hoodie, a single bobby pin — and stares at it like it’s a lifeline. like proof you were close, even if you’re not now.

listens for your footsteps around the apartment. doesn’t realize he holds his breath until you walk into the room. exhales like a man back from war. like you’re the safe house.

won’t say “i miss you.” won’t beg.

when you finally come to him — kiss his temple, press your hand to his chest — he grips you like a lifeline. like someone pulled him out of the ocean.

⏜︵ FOGGY NELSON. 𐂯

notices instantly that something’s off, but second-guesses himself. “nah, don’t be dramatic,” he mumbles to himself. “they’re probably just tired.”

but then you don’t text back. and don’t laugh at his joke. and don’t say “i love you” before bed. suddenly he’s wide-eyed and spiraling in the dark, whispering “what did i do?”

starts overcompensating hard.

you say one sentence and he’s doing the most — buying coffee, making playlists, texting you memes with “this reminded me of you” — because if he makes you smile, maybe you won’t leave.

hyperfixates on one small thing he said that maybe sounded wrong, and now it’s on repeat in his head like a guilt-ridden soundtrack.

“was that too much? did i come on too strong? should i have not made that joke about their mom—OH GOD.”

says “we’re good, right?” with a soft laugh, casual like he’s joking, but he’s not. he’s checking. he’s scared. when you hesitate, even for a second? he feels like the floor just disappeared under him.

stays up refreshing your messages, rereading your last text like it’s in code. thinks “they said ‘okay’ with a period. that’s bad. that’s really bad, right?”

doesn’t want to guilt you, so he says things like “i know you’ve got a lot going on” and “i’m here when you’re ready” — but his voice cracks a little at the end. because he’s ready now. always is.

starts making you food. baking. cleaning your apartment while you’re at work. not to impress you — to feel useful. to remind himself that he can still take care of you in some way.

calls matt just to talk about anything, but ends up saying “hey, if i messed something up, you think they’d tell me?” matt sighs. foggy just stares out the window like he’s watching a romcom in reverse. practices what he’s going to say in the shower. out loud.

“hey, you’ve been a little quiet, and i totally get it, but—” cuts the water off. “no, that sounds clingy.” starts again.

when you finally touch his face or call him “sweetheart” again like nothing happened, he laughs too hard. kisses you too long. holds your waist like it’s breakable. murmurs, “god, you scared the hell out of me.”

doesn’t even need an apology. just needs you to look at him like you still want him. and he’ll forgive everything.

⏜︵ KAREN PAGE. 𐂯

tries so hard to pretend she’s unbothered. gives you space, keeps her smile in place, says “you okay?” like it’s a casual check-in — but underneath? she’s spinning.

the thing is, she knows what distance looks like. she knows what it means, and she’s terrified.

starts triple-checking her texts before she sends them. deletes the “hey, i miss you” message. adds “haha” at the end of a sentence she didn’t think was funny. she doesn’t want to seem like she cares too much.

but she does. she always does.

pulls back first sometimes just to protect herself. makes herself busy. says she’s working late. but she’s not. she’s sitting in the newsroom after hours with a cold coffee and your last conversation echoing in her head.

reads too far into everything. you cancel plans once? she assumes you’re over it. you don’t kiss her goodbye? she’s already thinking of all the ways she could’ve ruined it. she hates that she thinks like this. but she can’t help it.

plays your voicemail and closes her eyes like it’ll fix something. rubs her thumb over your contact name in her phone like it’s a talisman.

doesn’t say “are we okay?” she says “you’ve been quiet lately.” and makes it sound like she’s just making conversation — but her voice is too careful. her eyes don’t meet yours. she’s bracing for the worst.

keeps it together in front of people, but the second she’s alone? it hits her like a wave. leans against the door. breath catches in her throat.“don’t fall apart,” she whispers to herself. “don’t fall apart.”

still brings you coffee. still remembers how you like it. slides it across the table and shrugs, “thought you’d need it.” won’t say she’s scared. won’t say she misses you. but she’ll show you. in every tiny, aching way.

she’ll spiral quietly. but when you finally touch her, when you say “hey, i’m here” — she exhales like she’s been holding her breath for days. leans into your hand. closes her eyes. “don’t scare me like that again.” soft. raw. real.

the thing about karen? she’s tough. she’s been through hell. but love? yours? it’s the one thing that makes her feel safe — and the second she thinks she’s losing it? it’s like the floor disappears.

⏜︵ ELEKTRA. 𐂯

acts completely unbothered. borderline amused. you pull away during a kiss and she just smirks, says “losing your nerve?” like she’s not already rewriting every interaction in her head, desperate for a clue.

still calls you darling with a sweet, sharp smile. still walks into the room like nothing in the world could touch her.

but her hands shake when she pours her drink. her voice falters for half a second. you’d never notice unless you know her like you do.

says things like “you don’t want this anymore, do you?” low. soft. not quite a question. like she’s testing you. like she’s preparing herself to survive the answer — but she’s not.

doesn't beg. doesn't plead.

but suddenly, she’s showing up everywhere. your favourite café. the gala you mentioned once in passing. leans against the wall like a poem, eyes dark, voice smooth: “fancy seeing you here.”

she missed you so loud and dressed it up in silk and shadow.

deletes a text draft five times before sending “thinking of you.” then throws her phone across the bed and walks away like it didn’t matter at all. (she checks back 43 seconds later.)

if you ignore her? she goes deadly quiet. no jokes. no jabs. just this sharp stillness — a storm with no wind.

when you finally speak she exhales like you just pulled her out of the fire.

says “i’m not good at this” in a way that sounds like a threat — but it’s not. it’s a confession. because love, for her, is war. she’s terrified she’s losing.

kisses you like an apology. like an argument. like she needs to know you still want her. grips the back of your neck with trembling fingers, breath ragged: “you’re still mine, aren’t you?” and it’s not a power move — it’s panic, dressed in velvet.

makes it a game — disappears for a day, waits for you to call.

but when you don’t? she shows up at your door at midnight, mascara smudged, voice rough: “say you didn’t mean to pull away. say it and I’ll believe you.”

⏜︵ BEN POINDEXTER. 𐂯

he won’t admit it, but you pulled away for just a second and now he's analyzing every interaction. every word, every touch — it lingers in his mind. he overthinks it, replays every moment until he can’t breathe.

why didn’t you kiss him back just now? did he do something wrong? did you... see something in him that made you - -

his first instinct is to shut down, retreat into his head, calculating. he’ll give you space, too much space, because that’s what he thinks you want. but his heart is shattering with every passing second you’re not right there beside him.

when he catches you looking at someone else, just for a second, his eyes narrow. his chest tightens. he doesn’t say anything, but his hands curl into fists. the thought of you being out of his control — out of his orbit — it makes his stomach churn like razor blades.

he might smile like everything’s fine when you’re around, but when you leave? he’s running a fever in his mind. why didn’t you call? why didn’t you text back? what did he do wrong?

it only gets worse the longer he goes without hearing from you.

ben’s spirals are silent. his chest tightens. his face stays neutral, but his eyes never leave you when you’re in the same room. he studies the lines of your expression like he’s trying to understand you — decipher you.

the more you pull away, the more he pulls you into his mind, tighter, darker.

he needs reassurance, but he won’t ask for it. he’s the type to turn to you and say, “you’re still mine, right?” but in a voice that’s quiet and almost too calm, like he’s asking for confirmation. like it’s a question that could break him if you don’t answer.

at first, his love is a quiet obsession, a soft kind of pressure. but the more you pull away, the more he becomes a storm. his possessiveness becomes almost gentle at first: "come here." "don't leave me alone."

when the silence stretches too long he becomes frantic. "tell me what’s wrong.” he’ll demand, but it’s almost a plea.

his most terrifying moment is when you make him feel like he doesn’t matter to you. he doesn’t handle rejection. he can’t. when that happens? a switch flips, and he becomes a monster wrapped in a shell of politeness. he won’t beg — he doesn’t need to — but there’s a coldness in his eyes when he says, “you won’t walk away from me.”

when you apologize, even just a little, it’s like the air clears — his chest unclenches — and his fixation on you grows stronger.

you own him in ways that he can’t explain. the thought of losing you — even for a moment — sends him spiraling into his own darkness, desperately clutching at the only thing that feels real.

⏜︵ BILLY RUSSO. 𐂯

if you’re even slightly quieter than usual, he immediately goes “you good?” but not in a gentle way — more like a challenge. defensive, like he’s already bracing for the worst.

you say “i’m fine” and he nods like he believes you — but spends the next two hours replaying every word he’s said to you in the last 48 hours like he’s running a forensic investigation.

texts you “you mad at me?” with zero punctuation. follows up five minutes later with “you’d tell me if you were, right?” and then doesn’t text again, just waits in silence, suffering.

convinces himself you’re over him for a full 30 minutes before you even notice anything’s wrong.

starts doing extra. suddenly he’s picking you up with coffee in hand, ordering your favourite takeout, saying things like “thought you could use a break” when really he’s like please validate me before i implode.

tries to stay casual when you touch him again, but he melts like butter. smirks and says “missed me?” even though he was internally planning his own funeral five seconds ago.

says “you’ve been weird lately” like you’re the problem, just so you’ll explain yourself and he can stop spiraling.

brings up an old fight just to gauge where your head’s at. “you’re not still pissed about that thing from last week, right?” (he’s still pissed about it.)

he’s petty but panicking. like, “no no, it’s cool, you do your thing” and then watches your location like a psycho.

lowkey considers showing up wherever you are just to “bump into you” and make sure you still look at him like he’s the sun.

if you apologize or say something sweet, he tries to brush it off but crumbles. looks away, swallows hard, and mumbles “you scared the shit out of me.” like he wasn’t ready to fake his death five hours ago.

⏜︵ DINAH MADANI. 𐂯

tries to play it cool, but inside? she’s freaking out. a second of distance from you and suddenly, everything is uncertain. her mind starts racing: did I do something? did I push too hard? did I scare them off? she’ll push the panic down, but it’s still there — like a constant undercurrent, gnawing at her.

dinah is fiercely independent, but her love for you runs deeper than she’s willing to admit. she won’t beg for reassurance.

but when she notices the little things — like you don’t text her back as quickly or you’re distant during dinner — the anxiety starts to creep in.

you’re her safe place. she’s terrified of losing it. when you’re not paying attention to her, or when she notices someone else might be your main focus, it drives her insane.

she she doesn’t show it. she’ll make her presence known in subtle ways. a brush of her hand on your back, a low chuckle as she leans in close to whisper something only for you to hear. she’s claiming you, but she does it quietly — like she’s trying to reassure herself, more than anything.

if you don’t kiss her goodbye, or you’re acting a little cold, she’ll pretend it’s no big deal. but when you’re not looking, she’s watching the clock, wondering why you haven’t reached out. she won’t let herself seem weak, but the knot in her stomach grows tighter every time she checks her phone, waiting for your name to appear.

she’s a doer, so if you’ve pulled away, she’s going to fix it — even if it’s in her own quiet, controlled way.

she won’t bombard you with texts or try to push you into talking. Instead, she’ll do something thoughtful — get your favourite snack, take care of something you mentioned needing. she’s showing you she’s here, without asking for anything in return.

when she’s alone is when the doubts start eating at her. she won’t cry, she won’t let herself be vulnerable, but there’s a moment when she sits on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair, staring at her phone screen, paralyzed by the fear of losing you.

she’ll tell herself she’s being silly. that she’s tough. but when she finally reaches for her phone to text you, her hands are shaking just a little.

when she finally speaks to you about it, it’s a fight that doesn’t feel like a fight. more like a need. “are you shutting me out? or am I just imagining it?” she’ll ask, voice a little too low, a little too careful. she just wants to know if you’re still there.

she’ll do everything she can to keep things normal when you’re together. when you’re apart, she becomes a storm. she’ll distract herself with work, throw herself into her cases, pretend she’s okay, but the second she comes back home to an empty apartment?

the silence is deafening. she can’t help but spiral. she can’t stop the thoughts: what if they’ve found someone else? what if they don’t want me anymore?

but when you come back to her, when you reassure her with a simple touch or a kind word, she’s putty in your hands. like she’s been holding her breath for days, waiting for you to remind her that she’s not alone, that you’re still hers, still with her. she’ll melt into your arms, exhaling with a soft sigh, almost embarrassed by how desperately she needed it. she won’t ask for reassurance, but when you give it to her? the whole world softens.

her jaw relaxes. her shoulders drop. she’ll lean in for that kiss, slow and deep, and you’ll feel the tension melt away, the part of her that was holding back, trying not to be too much, finally giving in to the love she so desperately craves.

⏜︵ MICRO. 𐂯

he’s probably the last person to realize that he's spiraling. when you pull away he doesn’t immediately process it. he’ll joke about it. the second you’re out of the room, he’s replaying every little thing — every conversation, every joke, every time you didn’t quite laugh at his bad puns, wondering what he did wrong.

his default is to distract himself. he’ll throw himself into a project, into his work. he’s gotta keep his hands busy. but he knows it’s only because he’s avoiding the obvious: he misses you. and that anxiety? It’s just simmering under the surface. every time he glances at his phone, waiting for a text, his stomach twists a little more.

when you pull back, he won’t call you out on it directly. instead you’ll notice him being a little more quiet than usual.

he’s usually a chatterbox, always tossing out jokes or asking you about random tech stuff, but now? he’s just... waiting. for you to come back. for you to want him again. this is different, and it’s making him self-conscious in ways he’s not ready to admit.

when he gets worried he starts showing up where you are — without meaning to, of course. he doesn’t even realize how much he’s checking up on you, but it’s a pattern. he’ll show up at your go-to diner, at the coffee shop you mentioned offhand once. “I, uh, just needed to grab a burger,” he’ll say, and you’ll know he’s lying. he was there to make sure you’re okay.

he’s incredibly self-aware of his own quirks, so when he realizes he’s spiraling, he tries to cover it up. “hey, I haven’t been bugging you too much, right?” he’ll laugh, but it���s strained, a little too quick. his eyes are wide with real concern, though, like he’s afraid you’ll say something that’ll shatter him. please don’t say you need space... please.

he’ll try to hide his anxiety with humor. “oh, yeah, I guess I could just hack into your phone and figure out what you’re doing... but I’d never do that. totally not my style. not in a million years. definitely not.” he laughs it off, but the undertone? It’s an ask for reassurance.

he’ll convince himself you don’t need him. he doesn’t want to admit it, but his mind starts doing the worst mental gymnastics: what if I’ve already lost them?

when you do check in, when you give him a little attention or even just a smile, the world stops spinning. his whole face lights up, and you can see the relief wash over him. the second he feels like you’ve come back, like you’re okay again, he’s all in.

he’ll go out of his way to do something nice for you, like fixing something you didn’t even know was broken. his way of saying, I’m here. I’m still yours. I won’t mess this up again.

“you know,” he’ll say, voice a little hesitant, “if you ever need, uh, anything fixed or... I don’t know, just someone to talk to, you’ve got me.“

doesn’t always know how to show how much he needs you — but you’ll see it in the way he lingers, in the way his eyes track you when you’re not looking. he’s scared of being too much, so he pulls back when you do, and it’s like a tug-of-war.

started 4.20.2025. finished 4.23.2025.

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©️ monicfever 2025

[wonderjanga]

Drugs

Marvel doesn’t like drugs. They’re like a plague. If you try even one you’ll get hooked and it’ll slowly destroy your life. That’s what an old homeless guy told Billy one time anyways. What Billy actually doesn’t like is how many of the homeless population have their hands on drugs. He’s literally grown up huddling around fires with these people. He’s doesn’t like to see them act like addicts. So, that’s why when he first became Captain Marvel, one of the first things he did was work his ass off to get drugs off the streets. Like actually. One of his first major things besides fighting his villains, was a big drug bust.

Drug Cook: *cooking*

Marvel: *leans against the table next to him*

Drug Cook: *doesn’t notice him*

Marvel: “Hey.” *picks up a chunk of meth and takes a nice big crunch out of it*

Drug Cook: *pauses at the crunch and slowly looks over to him*

Marvel: *knocks him out* “Geez, how do you just not notice that everyone around you is knocked out? Is making crystal that interesting?”

So you might be wondering, why did Billy just eat one of those? Truthfully, he himself doesn’t know either. Fear factor? Maybe. Honestly, he just did it because he could. It’s not like Marvel can be affected by drugs anyways. No like seriously, some guy once threw a kilo of crack at his face and it exploded. He was fine, but he did end up having to walk out of there looking like a crackwhore times ten.

Reporter: *runs over to him, holding mic to his face* “Captain Marvel- oh my god.”

Marvel: *entire upper body is covered in crack cocaine* “Miss, I gonna have to ask you to take a whole step back because every single individual little white speck of powder on me is crack so if you inhale this, you will be inhaling cocaine.”

Reporter: *shares a speechless look with the camera man and takes a couple steps back*

Assistant: *runs over using his shirt of cover his nose and mouth to give Marvel a mic so they can still conduct the interview*

Crack-Covered Marvel became a meme. Why? Because he looked like he literally wanted to be anywhere but there. He was also covered in cocaine so that too. Also, a lot of people were wondering how he went through the entire interview without tweaking in the slightest. This made the JL reconsider asking him to be a member.

Flash: “You don’t just take what looks like a kilo of cocaine to the face and shrug it off. What if he’s like that because he built up a tolerance??

Batman: “It’s been well established he isn’t a human being. Perhaps his species isn’t affected by the drug the game way humans are.”

Supes: “Do you think he might be Kryptonian?” *sounds excited*

[moonlightcycle571]

Lantern Corps and a 10 year old Child

In a last post, I said the Lantern Corps would love Captain Marvel because he’s omni-lingual (and there’s so many different species so it makes sense that they would feel comfertable around a guy who can speak their mother tongue, no matter how obscure it is).

And then it came to me in a glorious vision, the Cores would LOVE or absolute HATE Billy Batson, be it as a kid it as Captain Marvel.

First on the Love Captain spectrum:

Red Lantern: that’s the corps that’s the most insistent. Man’s fights littéral Wrath and demons alike on a weekly basis. Man’s go to weekly poker night with Satan and other Wardens of Hell. Why? Because he has his own prison dimension in th Rock of Eternity, who also holds the strongest demons.

Yellow Lanterns: as champion of magic, he holds a lot of weight. Especially for magic users. One flick of a wrist and boom, your magic is gone. The whole concept of ‘The Champion’ is enough for most to fear him. That and one does not play poker with The Devil from The Bible and other figures from various religions, and just have a normal presence. He’s terrifying when he wants to be. In his Cap form, he needs to actively tamp down to appear more family friendly, and not the eldricht horror he knows he could easily look like.

Green Lanterns: Homeless Child Superhero dealing with horrors must adults can’t handle. That takes willpower. Even before Captain, I’m pretty sure off willpower alone he could qualify. But what’s the real ringer is his imagination. The Rock of Eternity has access to magical dimensions that no amount of crack could dream up. Man’s had to learn how to use Looney Toones Logic irl and it works. Man’s got a while Disney Dimension with Ballerina Hippos with their Croc partners. Mans has debates about files with littéral walking talking dinosaurs. Billy is hella creative, and who knows what would be made with a ring.

Blue Lanterns: do I … do I need to explain? There are the lantern corps of Hope, I think the rest is pretty self explanatory. I will say though, he was close to accepting when he found out they got a Corgi. Even closer when Dex Starr, the red lanterns cat got a

Orange Lantern: bro fights the physical manifestations of the Seven Deadly Sins , including Greed on a regular basis. By right of conquest, he really should be wearing the ring rn. They be trying to put a ring on it for ages.

Black Lanterns: he once revived Freddy and or Mary by reconnecting them to the rock, and since then is considered a ‘nécromancer’. Also (similar to the Avatar State) he has memories of past champions, including death, so one can argue he’s in a life and death loop.

White lanterns: same reasons as the Black Lanterns. They’ve been trying to get Billy to also out-do said Black Lanterns (who in turn try to recruit him some more). It’s just one vicious snowball effect now.

Now for the Hate Captain spectrum:

Star Sapphire Corps: The thing about Billy is that he’s AroAce. Very Aro and Very Ace. So those who draw power from love and try to flirt are met with the disgusted face of someone who’s famously nice. It was a devastating blow to the whole corps. At some point Hal decided to hide behind Cap to escape another Star Sapphire who fell inlove with him, and they just, lost their power. No longer had the ability to fly and everything. He’s Ace-ness is crippling. And it did bring memes. The Ace community was winning.

Indigo Tribe: he’s too autistic for them. And while being the warden of multiple dangerous beings fits their MO and all, they ain’t touching the bullshit magical logic with a ten foot pole. That, and the first time a ring was sent to him to recruit him to keep the evil ones in line, he roasted their whole system, their ugly ass uniforms (that particular shade of indigo clashed with his Hero Outfit way to much) and ended with a comparison to them with a guy called ‘King Kid’ and the fucking ‘Easter Bunny King’ that somehow did a much better job at Machiavellic while also being uhly. They never sent a second one. The red lanterns sent more.

Ultraviolet lanterns: again, man’s fights the Seven Sins on the regular, is their warden along with other sick evils, lies to the Justice League on the regular and plays poker with Demons (and wins) despite being one of the most honest people there is. That and he’s so dad shaped, it counters their power of daddy issues.

Bonuse:

It’s not uncommon for various JL members to receive lantern rings. They just don’t want to. So the standard procedure is to find your local lantern, and give them rings. At some point all the Corps made a lantern offers chart (and maybe the JL got a bit competitive).

Problem, that screen was using old alien tech that didn’t have colour. So they knew Cap had the most lantern offers, but they didn’t know which colours. Until it got fixed.

J’le looking at the rainbow that’s Captain Marvels Ring List: …

Batman: Captain, why is there so many red ones?

Billy, sweating: …

Hal, not comfy with the amount of yellow: I… I need to make a few phone calls.

John, the one who’s been receiving all of his rings: Uh, don’t remind me. I’ve been getting cramps with the amount of times I had to input the different colours.

Dinah: I don’t think even I’m qualified for the amount of therapy everyone is going to need.

WonderWoman: How to you have Negative Pink Rings??? You can’t get a negative number in a list

Billy, inputing the Zeta Tube: haha, it’s so weird

John: … do I need to add AroAce as a weakness for the Sapphires???

Bonus points if the results are open to the galactic public, and just wonder who tf are and ‘Billy Batson’ and Captain Marvel and why they are dominating the top ranks. What is in the Terra city Fawcette.

Extra Bonus Point if the JL go: Who tf is Billy Batson, and why is he ranked above Captain Marvel.

I’ve been waiting to do this one for a while. But never got the motivation. Let me know if I missed any, and feel free to write fanfic (please tag me if you do, I wanna reeeeead).

Final note, I want to give a certain someone a comment of appreciation.

@wonderjanga you are my favourite person on this app. You are the reason I decided to get out of my procrastination slump. Thank you for you content, it’s always so creative and I deeply enjoy it.

For those who don’t know them, I recommend checking out their content. It’s genuinely inspiration for me to start writing again. I don’t think I’ll be writing on ao3 soon, but maybe one day.

[r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e]

ok between evan buckley’s cultural black hole of an upbringing and his noted love of documentaries trivia research deep dives etc what i’ve been turning over in my mind palace the last few days is like

tommy logs into instagram once a week to like all of sal and gina’s pictures of baby lila and whatever memes chimney has sent him. he hits a button weird with his gigantic beautiful fingers and gets taken to an instagram reel about uhhh the irish potato famine it doesn’t actually matter what it is he just watches the first few seconds and goes !!! evan was talking about this!!!!! evan thing! thing for evan!!!! tommy immediately shows it to evan later like hey babe weren’t you just talking about this i found more Information for you 👁️👄👁️ and buck watches it and is just like what???? that’s not true. excuse me, he’s - he’s literally making shit up, potatoes are native to the americas, this is misinformation, there was food the english were just exporting it under armed guards it was starvation under colonial rule!!!! he doesn’t even bother to list any citations? that’s not what a primary source is!!!!! and then buck takes tommy’s phone and starts eviscerating some like podcast bro adjacent “real history” account (it’s a funnel into tradwife conspiracy theories and also the podcast bros MLM which evan will never realize because he doesn’t make it to the end of the video he keeps swiping and is like ALL OF THESE ARE WRONG!!! HOW CAN HE JUST LIE ON THE INTERNET LIKE THAT????)

anyway after tommy is like uh??? it eventually comes out that evan’s bubble boy childhood was the natural extension of both of his parents like. being tenured history professors at penn. the only music released after 1980 that he listened to growing up was paul simon’s graceland. they didnt own a television but he spent a lot of time sullenly swinging his feet back and forth in a corner of the special collections library while his dad gave public evening and weekend lectures about Petrarch and bookmaking and how to properly handle manuscripts and his mom edited what would become The defining collection of churchill’s personal correspondence and he Did Not Retain Much Of It out of spite but they drilled how to Accurately Research Anything into his 8 year old brain and it became a fundamental building block of his identity (and maddie’s duh) without them realizing how fucking weird they are. for examp he’s sooo annoyed he doesn’t have a date for the billy boils rodeo stampede in the hospital. the substack he found was run by a uc berkeley folklore MA who emailed buck scans of microfilms of contemporary newspaper articles abt boils & the gang after buck is like nice wiki template 🙄 tommy hears all of this and is like okay. cool. umm where do curses fit into this worldview. and buck is like you’d be a believer too if you’d had PhD students over for dinner every other week comparing traumatic field research stories while your parents nodded along sagely and said stuff like yeah that’s why you don’t fuck around in the catacombs after dark you idiots. ANYWAY that’s all thanks for stopping by

[sadistic-kiss]

Double Date~ Toji x Reader x Sukuna

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Toji Fushiguro and Ryoumen Sukuna (X Fem Reader)

Universe: AU

Rating: Explicit (all da goods)

Genre: Smutty

Kinks: BDSM, Spanking, Breeding and Dacryphilla 

Ingredients/Commission given by: Yorus @yorusranddie

Cover work also done by @yorusranddie ✨❤️✨

Summary: You were supposed to set up a double date for Toji Fushiguro and Sukuna Ryoumen with your mom and aunt so how did YOU end up in bed with them?

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You hummed to the tune playing from the car speakers, Billie Eilish Lunch singing from your lips. Your head was propped up on your hand as you sank into the back seats of the red and black sports car. Your thumb moves up and down on your phone scrolling through pictures of your friends and silly memes.

“I can eat that girl for lunch… dances on my tongue...” The words were a second thought while you double-tapped your screen liking a video. 

Within the next moment, the radio was turned down.

“So you like eating pussy huh?” 

Your eyes rolled up to the rearview mirror where Sukuna’s red ones looked at you. 

You put a lot of sass in your words as you say, “That’s not a very family-friendly question unc.”

You could see how his eyes narrowed at you, hating when you called him ‘unc’ or ‘uncle’. He was your best friend's uncle but not yours. You just like to tease him. Hear the way he gripped the steering wheel. Get under his skin. It was a fun pastime. 

“What did I say about calling me that?”

“Well if you date my aunt doesn’t that make you my uncle anyway?”

“That-“

“Watch the road Sukuna.” Yuuji elbowed his uncle from the passenger seat. The car swiveled a bit as Sukuna snatched the wheel back. 

“I got this kid.” The older man scoffed, his ego wounded twice within the same minute. 

You let out a teasing giggle, returning to your phone. That’s when a notification pops up on your screen.

Mom: Sorry sweetie but-

You couldn't see the rest of the message before it disappeared, but your stomach sunk from what you had already seen from the preview. You quickly got to your messages to see the full text from your mom.

Mom: Sorry sweetie but your aunt and I had decided to cancel. We just don't think we are ready for another commitment. Please apologize to Mr. Fushiguro and Ryoumen.

“Fuck-“

“What?”

“N-nothing…” you quickly texted back- what does she mean they aren't coming! This is so last minute! 

Me: Mom you have been divorced for like three years! And Auntie said she needed someone to get over her last relationship.

Mom: I think we are just going to have a little girl's night. You know love ourselves! You’re welcome to come over too if you want. 

You puffed your cheeks in annoyance. What the hell were you going to say to freaking Sukuna and Toji?! Just as you looked up the car rolled to a stop, parking in front of Mr. Fushiguro’s house.

Yuuji hopped out to get into the back seat and as he slid in next to you, you pointed at your phone, showing him the message. He mouthed the words as he read, head leaned to the side a bit while he slowly buckled his seat belt in. 

“Yikes.” He hissed under his breath. 

“Tell me about it…” 

“What are we talking about back there?” Sukuna questioned with a raised brow.

“Uh…” you opened your mouth but your words were interrupted as the front and back doors opened.

“Heyo .” Yuuji greeted Megumi as he slid into the seat.

“Sup.” Megumi salutes and wave.

Toji plopped in the front, you can see Sukuna sizing him up. Once Toji got situated he looked toward the tatted man. 

“Toji.” He introduced himself while reaching over to shake his hand. 

“Sukuna.” The two clapped hands with a firm shake. 

You could see their veins bulge as if they were trying to break each other's hands. Their eye contact was firm and well. Like a predator meeting another predator- taunting each other. Trying to show who is the king of the jungle. 

Yuuji coughed as he leaned forward with his phone, pointing to the address of the club. “Nobara said this place was pretty good for the price.”

You blanked at Yuuji, did he not read what your mom sent? The party was over! Well… maybe it didn’t have to be. You can pretend you've never seen it…

The interruption from Yuuji broke up the big dick contest.

Sukuna typed in the address while Toji greeted you, “Hey, you look nice.” He complimented. 

You gave him an appreciative smile, “Thank you, sir. You look nice as well.”

You could see the little glare sent your way from Sukuna in the rearview mirror but it seemed only you noticed. You knew he was pissed that you just called Toji sir while you called him unc. L-o- fucking-l. You laugh on the inside keeping your eyes on Toji.

“I hope your mother thinks so too, did you send her the address?”

“I- yup. I sure did.”

After Sukuna got the GPS started he took off on the road. Yuuji and Megumi were the main ones talking… well… it was more Yuuji talking and Megumi responding with his usual bored tone. 

The entire ride there you were planning how you were going to tell the two men in front. Staged it in your head. Played out the scene. You were going to put on your best acting performance. 

Sukuna pulled up to the colorful lighted club with a giant sign that read ‘Special Grade’ and as you were getting out you let out a little gasp while looking at your phone. Everyone looked toward you expectantly. 

“Ah~ sorry guys my mom and aunt are staying in tonight.” You smacked your lips giving everyone an apologetic look.

“Seriously?” Sukuna deadpanned.

“Yeah… that sucks… well we are already here might as well have fun!” You didn’t get dressed up for nothing. Hopping out of the car you closed the door and walked toward the building. Yuuji and Megumi by your side.

“They haven’t gotten out of the car yet.” Megumi pointed out.

“Eh, they are just in shock, nothing a few drinks can solve- NOBARA!” You squealed running up to your best friend as the two of you hopped up and down in excitement. 

“Oi I’m your boyfriend and you give her more excitement than me!” Yuuji pouted as Nobara rolled her eyes.

“Oh hush~ let’s go have some fun… uh where’s your family I thought they were coming?”

“My family decided to ditch us.”

“My dad’s in the car with Sukuna, probably contemplating life.”

“Pfft, in the wise words of Shoko everything can be solved with alcohol.”

“That’s what I said!”

“That is a terrible motto to go by.”

You laughed as the four of you walked toward the entrance. With a glance back you saw Toji and Sukuna finally getting out of the car. You felt a little bad for them but with their looks, they could pick up any girl. What was one little rejection going to do to them?

~

Okay, they were pissing you off. And by they you meant Toji and Sukuna. The two men had gotten a booth together, taking shots in their little corner. 

You’ve seen plenty of girls try to talk to them but they turned everyone away! 

Were they going to sit there all night knocking shot after shot like some sad teenage boys?!

You were dancing on the light-up floor, red sequin dress swishing side to side, catching the colorful rays of light flashing. Alcohol filled your blood while you groove to the music, but you kept glaring at Sukuna and Toji. Body on autopilot while your mind was reeling. 

“You okay?” Nobara questioned as she shimmied and swayed around with Yuuji. 

“Yeah!” You nodded your head and gave her a thumb up just in case she didn’t hear you over the music. "I'm going to go check on our sad boys!" Breaking away from the group you beelined to the table in the corner.

They were talking but once they saw you coming the conversation stopped, the two of them gave you their attention as you planted yourself before their table.

"Are you guys kidding?" You questioned with your gaze bouncing between the two.

"What?" Sukuna screamed over the loud music.

You leaned upon the table with your hands on top, getting closer to them. So close that you could smell the alcohol upon their lips mingle in the air.

"I said...are you guys kidding!?"

Toji raised a brow, "What's wrong sweetheart?"

"You two! You guys are just sitting here drinking alone, you don't want to like dance or have fun?" You question hooking your thumb behind you.

Sukuna snorted, "I don't want to dance with someone unworthy of my time."

"Besides..." Toji began with a little grin, "Whoever said we aren't having fun?"

You release a sharp laugh, "Ha! What you two BFF's now?"

"Well..." Toji drawled with a sneaky tone, "...It would appear we got a lot more in common than we thought."

It may have been the alcohol but as the two looked at you with a little snicker you had figured the joke was about them both being rejected. 

Little did you know...

"Listen..." You began with a little sigh. "I'm sorry my aunt and mom ditched you guys, I don't know what is going on with them but I hope you guys can still have fun. Let me get you a shot at least."

"On your paycheck?" Sukuna teased.

"So then you know how serious I am!"

"Nah...I'll get it but you'll take one with us." He got up gesturing for you to sit down.

"Deal." You grinned as you slid into the spot Sukuna was in, the seat warm. 

As you waited for Sukuna to come back with your drinks you looked toward Toji. You were going to say something but something about him caught you off guard. He was ruggedly handsome. The club lights flashed across his face and danced in his green eyes. His scar only adds to his appearance… you wanted to trace your finger over it. Never had you viewed him in such a way. He was your friend's dad after all and you tried to set him up with your mom. Not that they really knew much about each other but it was just kind of like a… ‘why not?’. See if they kick it off kind of thing. 

Megumi was tired of the man being lazy and broke, living off of his divorce money and his wife’s life insurance. You all thought…what if a woman could whip him into shape? 

Toji caught you staring at him but you were too slow to act as if you weren’t. 

“You stare anymore and ya gonna make me blush sweetheart.” He flashed you a grin that shouldn’t have caused your stomach to stir. 

“My bad, I was just looking at your scar.” You lie with ease. “How’d you get it?”

“Ah, this?” He rubbed the back of his fingers upon it. “Got into it with my old man when I was young. We never really saw eye to eye.“

Megumi had told you that they were not close to the Zenin family. Apparently, his grandpa was a narcissistic control freak. “That’s a horrible thing to do to a kid…I’m glad you don’t associate with them anymore and that you didn’t follow in the abuse train.”

Toji seemed pleased with your response, “Yeah…dude was a coward. I’m not a great dad but I don’t think I’m too bad.”

“Well, you lost your wife, so being a single parent for your child and your bitchy ex-wife is… ya know kinda crazy. And come on…” you grin while elbowing him, “… I wouldn’t have set up this date with my mom if I didn’t think you were a good man. You just need some… help.”

“Help huh?”

“Like~” you pop your lips, “A woman’s touch or something. Tsumiki is grown and Megumi is off to college so it’s like you are stuck. Don’t take it the wrong way or anything but you and my mom got this whole I will never love again vibe going on. I think that’s horse shit-oop! Haha, my bad. I guess I usually don’t talk so freely with you.”

“Quite the sailor aren’t you?”

You let out a little laugh as the two of you enjoyed the moment. That’s when Sukuna came back with a bottle and three shot glasses. He squeezed into the booth with you in the middle, setting down the cups.

“Fucking line took forever.” Sukuna cursed filling up the shot glasses.

“See? I get it from my unc.” You joked making Toji chuckle.

Sukuna looked at both of you in confusion, “Get what from me?”

“Cursing.” You smiled grabbing your shot. 

“The fuck you do.” The three of you clinked glasses and tapped the table before knocking back the burning liquid. Sukuna let out a frat boy kind of grunt while slamming the glass down so hard you are surprised it didn’t break. “That mouth of yours was always filthy.” He looked toward you with such an expression it gave you whiplash. “Someone atta spank your ass.”

This whole thing was always a game of chicken. Teasing and flirting with each other has just been your way since what feels like the beginning. It was harmless fun. He always talked about spanking you anytime he deemed you being naughty. So you didn’t think twice as you set your gaze, looking up at Sukuna from under your thick fake lashes. 

“What? Are you going to spank me?” 

Something flashed within his eyes before he settled you with a devilish grin, he leaned closer to you but you didn’t back down. You were never one to back down. Always ready for a challenge especially when it came to Sukuna. 

He licked his lips, red gaze bouncing between your eyes and somewhere lower. He then whispered, “You would like that…wouldn’t you?”

Woah- 

Something about this felt like it was outside of the playing field. It caught you off guard. What was even more terrifying was the tiny voice in your head that said ‘yes’. Perhaps tomorrow you will blame your stubbornness on the alcohol.

You cocked your head, getting a breath away from him, “You- would like that.”

He didn’t back down, his grin only widening, “We- would like that.”

You blanked falling backward as you disengaged from your game. You look toward Toji who was watching with intense interest. His gaze locked on to you. You had forgotten he was here. Feeling embarrassed that he witnessed such a thing. Yet the way he was staring at you had your body heating up. 

Like he enjoyed watching 

Suddenly this moment felt strange. You felt naked. Exposed. Like you were in danger… but a delicious kind of danger. 

Sukuna had said ‘we’.

“What’s…going on here?” You questioned with a suspicious glare.

Toji cleared his throat as he leaned in closer to you, “Remember…when I said we both had something in common?”

You nodded slowly.

“It’s you.”

“Me?” You asked in shock.

“Yes, you.”

“No- no way! You two were supposed to be dating my mom and aunt may I remind you!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, “I only said yes so you’d stop nagging me.”

Toji shrugged seemingly agreeing with the statement. “In other words, it was a good thing they canceled. Made us realize after talking we should tell you the truth.”

Your brain was unable to keep up. You felt frozen as they told you their secret. You could not believe this was happening. 

You let out a gasp as you felt someone caressing your thigh gently. Looking down you watched as Sukuna smoothed his hand up and down, creating a path of warmth that set fire to other places. Toji’s hand began to play with your hair. You were mesmerized by their touch and voices. 

“What do you say…” Toji’s words tickled one ear as Sukuna did the other. “…can you handle both of us brat?”

“…”

~

You moaned in Toji’s lap, tongues slipping against each other in a lewd slop. Your dress rode up over your ass, his hands wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. 

You felt another hand glide over your cheek, fingers slipping to your cunt. Sukuna growled from the driver's seat, trying to get the three of you home as quickly as possible. “You ain’t wearing underwear?”

Toji chuckled breaking apart from your lips, “I told you she wasn’t.”

“How did you know?” You giggle grinding yourself on top of his clothed length. 

“Because you are a naughty little vixen.” Toji slapped your ass harshly making you squeak.

“Wearing this skimpy ass outfit with no underwear.” Sukuna also gave you a harsh slap making you gasp. “Slut is just begging for it.”

Your phone had dinged, having fallen onto the floor between Toji’s feet. The screen was a text from Nobara saying she hoped you feel better. 

You had made an excuse that you felt sick and Sukuna was going to take you home. Toji had said he was tired and too old to hang with the youngins and the three of you left. Megumi and Yuuji decide to catch a ride with Nobara. 

You guys kept it cool until you were in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed that’s when the lustful dance began. The two of them take turns kissing you and pressing you up against the wall. And it didn’t end from there. You could barely get into the car, Toji pulling you into the front seat with him while telling Sukuna to drive safely. 

You couldn’t get enough.

Your thirst unable to be quenched. 

Sukuna pulled into his garage as you and Toji continued making out. You were too distracted from your session to see that you were finally at your destination. The passenger door was ripped open as Sukuna grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Hey!” You gasped as he pulled you out of the car, “I hope you are paying for me to get my hair done!”

“Yeah yeah I ruin it I’ll fix it.” Sukuna gave you a lustful kiss, moaning against your lips. 

“I guess the dress is on me huh?” Toji chuckled getting out of the car. 

You had already heard a tear from your dress, one of your earrings was missing and your heels had a little scruff to it. You made sure to let the men know that they would be replacing anything from their rough handling of you. 

Not that you minded. 

The door was slammed shut behind you as you were practically carried inside. You were in the foyer kissing Sukuna while Toji slipped your heels off. The three of you nearly tripped over each other to get into the bedroom. 

Sukuna unzipped your dress with dexterous fingers, pushing the fabric down. He slapped your tit making it bounce, glaring at you while he nipped your lip, “No bra either. Who let you out like this?”

“I’m a grown woman unc.” You teased. You giggled at the way he glared at you. 

You were spun around swiftly and then pushed against Toji as he snapped at him. 

“Hold her.”

You heard the rustling of a belt as Toji circled his arms around your waist. 

“What are you…” you looked back just as Sukuna yanked your wrist behind you, tying your wrist with the leather belt. You hissed at the slight discomfort. 

“Give me your belt.”

Toji shifted around as he took his belt off with one hand handing it to Sukuna. You looked at the exchange with wide eyes. Watching Sukuna fold the belt.

“Wait!”

*SMACK*

“Ai!” You jerked against Toji as the leather snapped against your ass like a swift viper. 

Sukuna grabbed a handful of your ass, shaking it as he hissed into your ear. “I don’t want to hear you ever call me unc again!” 

*SMACK*!

“Ow! Sukuna!” You were now trying to get away, the harsh slap of the belt had your cheeks ringing in pain. 

“Yeah, that’s more like it! You either call me Sukuna or sir, do you understand?” He hit your ass again as you screamed out.

“Yes! Yes!” You cried feeling your eyes water. You didn’t think he was that upset when you called him unc! It was just a prank damn!

“What was that?!” Sukuna growled. 

*SMACK*

“YESSSIR!” You cried, that last hit rocking the tears from your eyes. They trailed down your cheeks.

“Aw, she’s crying…” Toji grabbed your chin as he lifted your face. “Such a sweet face.” 

You thought he felt bad for you but it seemed to be the opposite. He liked to see your tears. 

“Let me see.” Sukuna pulled your head back, his phone in your face. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as the flash went off. 

“That’s fucking hot…” Sukuna groaned pulling the phone away as he licked at your tears. You didn’t have time to say anything about the picture as Toji licked at your other cheek, hand trailing down as he cupped your sore ass. 

You gasp, “Y-you guys are sick.” You glare at them as they only chuckle. 

“Another thing we have in common princess.” Toji grinned pushing you onto the bed. 

You gasped flopping on the bed, your leg was then grabbed as Toji stuck two fingers inside you. 

“Ah~!” You let out a gasp, pussy clinging around his fingers as if it had been dying for this. 

“Yet you are so wet…Who’s more sick, it seems you are getting off on this little masochist?”

Sukuna fisted himself out of his pants, grabbing your chin tightly, “You will be crying and wetting our cocks like the little slut you are.”

Toji used his other hand to pull his pants just underneath his length, a fiery gleam in his eyes as he smirked, “And we know you will enjoy it.”

You were shocked to hear Toji agree with such things- Sukuna yes this matched his character but never would you have known Toji to be a closeted sadist. 

Did you fuck up?

Who were you kidding? 

You let out a moan as the two men shoved their cocks inside you. Toji in your pussy while Sukuna took your mouth. 

Gentle? Never heard of her.

You were taken with wild abandonment. And true to their words you shed more tears and gushed upon their lengths. All while they laughed and taunted you with sinister words. Sukuna even dragged his fingers over your tears and wiped them on his cock before entering your cumdumped pussy. They didn’t even ask if they could cum in you- they just did. 

How was it possible that they could keep going? 

At one point you finally began to beg for them to release your wrists. But they wouldn’t. Like they didn’t want you to try to run away.

They used your body for their pleasure, saying dirty things like how they always wanted to do this to you. Bringing up times when you wore clothes that left nothing to the imagination. Their favorite was the red shorts that cupped your cheeks. They’d talk about masturbating to the thought of you and the pictures they snuck. 

You bet this is what they were talking about while sitting in the corner sharing drinks. Sharing their explicit thoughts and pictures of you. 

They are actually crazy. 

Yet you were still cumming and leaking like a broken faucet. You actually had no shame. No thought. Especially as you bounced up and down Sukuna’s length while sucking on Toji’s cock with greed. 

Your eye just so happens to catch the clock on the dresser as you gasp pulling back, “oh crap-“

Sukuna slapped your ass as he leaned back with his hands behind his head, “Keep bouncing.” 

“M-my birth control- I need to go take it!” You usually take it before bed but you must not have heard your alarm since your phone was in the car. 

That seemed to pause them.

“You what?” Toji questioned.

“I was supposed to take it at eight, I forgot. I was too drunk…maybe I can get a plan b tomorrow… or today seeing as it’s fucking 2 am.”

Sukuna snorted, grabbing your hips tightly, “Not a chance.” He then picked you up and dropped you making you scream. “I’m gonna fuck a baby in you now.”

“Fuck off we didn’t discuss this.” Toji growled while getting behind you. He pushed you down so you could press into Sukuna’s chest and then you felt something poke at your pussy right alongside Sukuna’s cock. 

You gasp, “No! I can’t-“

Toji and Sukuna lifted you up as they both tried to cram their cocks inside your cunt. You released a scream as one cock left and another entered, back and forth back and forth. You were stretched unbelievably- the intensity had you sweating and drooling. You were losing your mind. Their vigor turned into something more insatiable. You were lucky they didn’t try to jam both cocks inside you at the same time- you don’t think you’d be able to stretch that much. This already was too much. 

You couldn’t stop moaning and crying, begging for something. Perhaps mercy. But they didn’t know the differences, and neither did you. 

“Please-! Please-! Ah- please!”

“You want-mm- my cum baby?”

“No, -Ngh- she wants mine. Say it- ah- say you want it.”

You were drowning in it all so you did as you were told screaming, “Yes! Yes, I want it-i-I want your cum!” But you never clarify who’s. That was their own personal problem. 

“Fuck-yes baby keep begging for it-“

“I’m going to give it to you- you better take it- “

The two groaned as they came inside you again for the -who knows how many times tonight- but this time it seemed like they gave you the fattest load. The thought of you carrying their child was something that truly kicked off their lust. Your orgasm had you seeing stars and soon you felt as though you blacked out. 

You felt them finally untie your hands but your arms just hung with exhaustion. You were laid in the middle of the bed, letting out a light groan. Body exhausted. You had finally hit your limit. 

“Crazy…” you mumbled. “Crazy…” 

“You bring it out of us.”

Sukuna and Toji shared a laugh as they leaned back in bed cuddling with you, fine with lying in all of the mess and sweat. Filthy men they were. But you doubt that you were far from them. Because you more than enjoyed yourself tonight. And now you will expect to be spoiled like this from now on. 

Although you wonder if they were joking about the whole pregnancy thing…were they really trying to get you pregnant?

That was a problem for sober you. 

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[isagrimorie]

I know the popular meme about Agatha surviving great disasters is that she caused them?

But what if Agatha is so long-lived, she just happens to be there and has bad luck?

Titanic was supposed to be the biggest unsinkable ship? Of course, is Agatha going to book a suite for it? Oh, it hits an iceberg and now Agatha has to hang on to a floating door. Some guy was hanging on the door, and she kicked him off and shared the door with another lovely redhead until they were rescued.

The redhead was upset with Agatha for some reason.

Years later, Agatha took a connecting flight to Newhurst on an airship. She's been on an airship before, what could go wrong?

Then, it explodes in a ball of fire, and Agatha has to cast a fast protection spell before she falls out of the airship.

Billy: "So you caused the Titanic to sink?"

Agatha: "No. I was just a passenger, I did not actually plan to hang around and turn into an ice cube waiting for rescue, Teen."

Billy: "How about the Hindenburg?"

Agatha: "I just wanted to go to Newhurst! Believe it or not, sometimes I travel and once in a blue moon, I end up in a catastrophic accident! It happens!"

[shieldofiron]

It’s just a job.

Sure they don’t shoot with anyone else now that Argyle declared they had chemistry.

Steve jokes and plays “Bed Chem” the day after they get that news.

But really they’re just co workers. Their job just happens to be sex.

Really, really ridiculously good sex. Sex that sells and sells and sells and makes them both famous enough to be nominated for Adult Video Awards. Plural.

Somewhere between the eighth or ninth shoot Billy started to get feelings for Steve, somewhere between the baby oil and the bath he took afterwards, dreaming of those big brown eyes.

After the tenth he overhears Steve arguing on the phone with someone called Robin. He ends it with “I love you.” That night Billy chain smokes like it’s going out of style and cries in Heather’s arms and admits to himself it’s not just a job. Not to him.

But he can’t seem to quit, it’s like a scab you can’t stop picking. He loves the way his heart races when Steve is near, he won’t give it up.

Billy just loves Steve. Loves the way he giggles when they have to reposition, and the silly memes he sends, and the way he kisses.

Until one day before a shoot, he gets approached by a random girl.

“Hi, do you know what Billy Hardgrove looks like? I could Google it but my phone is like dead because I didn’t plug it in last night because I passed out watching Goonies. And I was like too afraid to look it up because I’m like… very gay just the other way and so-“

Billy held up a hand, “Who’s asking? And how did you even get on set?”

“I’m friends with Steve. Um. Do you know if Billy’s here?”

Billy crossed his arms. “Who’s askin’?”

She looked him up and down once. Then twice.

“Ohhhh. Yeah no I do kind of get it now.” She said.

“What?”

“Look. Steve is moping in his dressing room. He thinks you don’t like him anymore because you didn’t like his meme from four days ago. And I know for a fact that you do.”

“Wha- I?”

“I’ve seen the texts. You’re not subtle. Please just go and get him he’s been listening to mitski,” She begins shooing him down the hall.

“What about his boyfriend?”

“He broke up with Jonathan ages ago. Now go on, Get!”

True to her word he finds Steve in his “dressing room” a curtained off corner of the set, listening to Mitski in a half open robe.

“Hey,” Billy said softly. “Mind if I come in?”

Steve glanced up at him with those big brown eyes. Billy’s heart starts racing fit to kill. Racing the way he loves.

“Steve, Ifuckinglikeyou. Maybe even. Love. You.” Billy sucked in a shaky breath. “And I know we work together and I know this is just crazy, but-“

The last word isn’t even out of his mouth before Steve is across the space, all around him, practically climbing all over him.

They’re very late to the shoot. But it’s no big deal. It’s just a job.

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Two (BB) 2 of 3

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Bright and early, the household wakes up. Room order was randomised, Sarah and Kaye got the ground floor rooms. A wheel was spun for type of shower the contestants would have (opportunity for energised, flirty or inspired moodlet) and whether they would brush their teeth (possible confident moodlet). Once they are finished getting ready they're sent to breakfast. Autonomy is toggled on and room doors are locked.

The order the contestants arrive at breakfast matters a little. Deanna compliments each of them in the order they arrive. Those who are talked to early seem to have more chance of fitting in autonomous socials with Deanna. They might fit in a joke, flirt or gossip between her complimenting others.

Dee wakes up angry from her hot headed moodlet. Can breakfast cheer her up? Kaye doesn't want to talk just this second- she's eating! Bur Mariela is always happy to share some memes.

Mariela: I looked up and *puts on funny voice* double rainbow!

Harmony: *giggles wildly*

Sarah: But I mean could you see past the smog?

Billie: There are patches of the harbor with less smog than others

Dee: Sounds like a headache

It would seem that Harmony wants to hug in greeting before her compliment!

Deanna: You sure that vest isn't too hot for Tartosa?

Harmony: Not at all. And it's comforting

Deanna: Always important to look after your mental health

Dee: And your body with stuff like this fruit salad

Mariela: I like pizza

Kaye: *laughs* Me to

Sarah: There's a place near campus that makes experimental pizza

Deanna: Do I dare ask what experimental pizza is?

Kaye: Is it dessert pizza? They're pretty good

Sarah: Not really, although they do have sweet options. It's more... make a pizza with broccolli and feta

Harmony: I don't think even my cat would touch that

Dee: Broccoli is brain food

Mariela: All food is brain food if you give it to your brain. I got these dishes. Can I get a chee hoo?

*silence*

Billie: I'm going to go practice simbles

Mariela: *dabs* Chee hoo!

While Billie disappears Dee gets enough talking and good food in that she forgets about her mad mood for now! She doesn't even flinch as Deanna finishes up her compliments. Kaye can appreciate this, she gets hangry to!

Sarah: Any hints on today's challenge?

Deanna: *chuckles* I'm not allowed to. But... I will be more involved in this one

Kaye: Ohhh, suspense!

With breakfast cleared away everyone gathers in the lounge. Devin walks in dressed up and the contestants wonder what could be in store for them today.

Devin: Morning ladies. Welcome officially to round two. Today we have a challenge that we hope you'll enjoy... karaoke

The contestants murmur while Devin grabs the remote.

Devin: Now normally we'd get someone in to coach you but showbiz is a busy world. We've reached out and there is a star willing to offer some advice and wisdom. They've sent us in a video where we asked them for some tips and checked in on their work

Devin hits play and the contestants murmur again as Amiyah appears on screen.

Amiyah created, captured and written by @deardiaryts4

Devin on video: What was your first experience of singing in public?

Amiyah on video: So cliche but it was a high school talent show and I came third place.

Devin: Congratulations! A great start. What did you sing?

Amiyah: I sang Lady Gaga “Just Dance”. Was I nervous. No because I was having fun and I did not take it seriously.

Devin: Most of you should know Amiyah, she's a voice many listened to growing up. I'm excited for the comeback. We're not expecting you to sing like Amiyah, she's in her own league. Just pick a song and let the tech match how accurate you are, just like singstar. Wait, are some of you too young to remember singstar?

Deanna traded places with Devin in front of everyone.

Deanna: Of course it would be rather unfair for me to ask you to perform without putting myself out there first. So to kick things off today I'm going to sing Tiny Dancer by Elton John

Ballerina, you must've seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand

Deanna: Good luck everyone

Sarah: Oooh, fun!

Sarah chooses to sing Somebody to Love by Queen

Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet Take a look at yourself in the mirror and cry Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord, what you're doing to me? (Yeah, yeah) I have spent all my years in believin' you But I just can't get no relief, Lord Somebody (Somebody) Ooh, somebody (Somebody) Can anybody find me Somebody to love?

Kaye: *face falls* Karaoke? Do we have to sing? Can I just hum a tune instead? Or do we have ear plugs to hand out to everyone?

Kaye chooses to sing All The Things She Said by t.a.T.u 

All the things she said, all the things she said Runnin' through my head, runnin' through my head Runnin' through my head All the things she said, all the things she said Runnin' through my head, runnin' through my head All the things she said (All the things she said) This is not enough (Enough, enough, enough)

Dee: Ah, a classic. As always, I'll give it my best effort.

Dee chooses to sing Could've Been Me by The Struts

I wanna taste love and pain Wanna feel pride and shame I don't wanna take my time Don't wanna waste one line I wanna live better days Never look back and say Could have been me It could have been me Yeah

Billie: Singing is an art that I have not mastered, but I'm game!

Billie chooses to sing Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday, I don't care about you It's Friday, I'm in love Monday, you can fall apart Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart Oh, Thursday doesn't even start It's Friday, I'm in love Saturday, wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday, never hesitate

Mariela: I'm not sure if I'm the best singer, but I'll give it my all!

Mariela chooses to sing Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Harmony: Performing in front of people?*panics* deep breathes Harmony you can do this. It's for Deanna.

Harmony chooses to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are.

Devin: Our two winners who each get a solo date are Dee and Kaye

Sarah: I sing better drunk

Billie: Congratulations to Dee and Kaye! I'm not jealous at all!

Sarah: That's exactly what a jealous person would say

Billie: Fair. Maybe you don't sing better drunk, maybe you just think you do

Sarah: ... I don't like that logic

Harmony: *sighs* At least I tried

Mariela: Maybe I should start joining karaoke nights whenever I'm back home to brush up?

Harmony: Are there many karaoke places in the city?

Mariela: Some would say there are too many. Some would also say it's cringe

Harmony: Sounds like some take themselves to seriously

Mariela: *chuckling* Great response

Guest Star Amiyah from @deardiaryts4 Villa Renovation by @paracosmic-sims

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 7 part 4

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I woke up to the news of Ms. Patti LuPone getting a Critics’ Choice nomination, so, you know. VINDICATION!!!!

lilia is back in the tunnel with jen, looking like the definition of a sad wet cat

it's actually cute that she can be so gullible at times. incredible seer powers, but not so good with irony

hadn't noticed jen tearing off half her dress and creating a perfect miniskirt

Because I wanted it to. I ignored it. I put it away. Lilia admits that losing her powers wasn't something that happened to her, but an active choice she made.

I always appreciate the visual gag of a tall actor and a short actor behind a wall

my new favorite disaster duo!

following the actual timeline, this is the first time they see the trial, but lilia has been here already, in the future.

billy's so happy he hasn't killed them lmaooo

the SWAG this woman has

WHO MASSACRED THIS SPREAD i can't

LITERAL CHILDREN. mom's back home and wants to know who started the fight

gay jokes. gay jokes as far as the eye can see. and billy going me me me let's make this about me

oh this is such nice framing

she's so commanding. i love it when lilia is in control

everyone's comedic timing is on point in this scene. and jen holding an apple!

when I say billy is making it all about himself, I mean that he - intentionally or not - created the Road as a way to understand his own identity, to figure out how his human life with the kaplans and his witchy heritage can fit together. and he's making it everybody else's problem.

yesss supportive jen

I'm gonna write down this whole speech because I want to learn it, and I also want to listen to patti deliver it again and again.

"The first card is you, the Traveler. next comes What's Missing, the reason for your quest. here is the Path Behind, wounds suffered, lessons learned. here is the Path Ahead, a place for growth and discovery. of course you will face Obstacles, preceding a potential Windfall. you must overcome all to reach you Destination."

so 1) the subject, 2) their goal, 3) the past, 4) the future, 5) shit they're gonna go through, 6) shit that's gonna help, 7) destination.

Gotcha.

clowns

you are the Magician. you have enormous potential and the ability to turn all your goals into reality. very fitting. I love that billy's card is not about danger, but about potential.

detective agnes still trying to figure out billy. you know her mind is doing the math lady meme

and here agatha jumps ahead to save lilia from the falling sword. you know what she's doing? she's doing what alice would have done. in moments of danger we've seen alice barreling to the rescue with agatha one step behind, almost following but ultimately suppressing the instinct to help. I don't know if agatha absorbed something of alice's essence by killing her, or if her example was simply contagious. but agatha has taken up her mantle, and, without realizing it, she's protecting the coven in her stead

lilia jumps to episode two, episode four and episode three in rapid succession, and lands herself back with maestra.

lilia says she didn't want to come, maestra once again calls out her bullshit. nobody put her on this journey, nobody stole her powers. she did it all herself.

I'm a forgotten woman. Then REMEMBER YOURSELF! is one of the best lines in these shows, I'm putting it up there with what is grief but love persevering. it's so empowering. because look, we can ask for help, we can find community. we need to, actually. but nobody can save you, if you don't save yourself first.

lilia's past, her family, her coven, an entire generation wiped out, with her as the sole survivor. she saw it coming from miles away and couldn't do anything to prevent it.

in her anguish, lilia has just revealed her old maestra exactly how she's going to die. and this impossibly wise woman just shrugs it off.

it's all we have in common.

we cannot escape our suffering. we can only share the burden.

go to episode 7 part 5

[rosemariad]

THE BITTER END | SPN 15x18 DESPAIR: About that Destiel moment in 15x18

Oh boy…the scene that sailed a thousand memes (and counting)…the scene that made us all go feral in the midst of a contentious presidential elections in one of the most disruptive, chaotic years in recent memory (2020 you son of a bitch)

Now i am super late with this since it’s nearly been 4 years since this was aired live on TV and posted like crazy all over the internet BUT…y’all Destiel shippers got robbed. Not just with this scene but the whole Destiel ship in general - just done so dirty.

I started watching this show on and off back in 2021 and I finally got to finish over the summer this year (2024) taking my sweet time, even rewatching certain episodes (for some fanfic writing 😁). I went into this to settle the debate for myself - is this Destiel stuff legit? Or was it taken out of context? Misconstrued.

No. It really wasn’t. They (the powers behind SPN) tried it, tried to pull the wool over people’s heads, with certain fans chiming in (the destiel haters, the homophobes, the anti-mishas, etc.) but no. The SPN showrunners fucked all this up.

From the beginning….

So it’s 15x18 despair - we’re in the last act - shit’s popping off, everything’s going tits up - Billie is trying to hunt Dean down, calling him chaos incarnate. Dean & Cas get trapped in a room with no apparent means of escape or defense - probably should’ve headed for the exit - but I guess since it’s the 3rd to last episode and the execs clearly want things to go back to the status quo 🙄 now’s as good a time as any to cash in on that plot thread from last season and kill Castiel once and for all 😭 (as 1 person pointed out, given the prior context they probably could've just waited Billie out, since them being trapped in that room - Cas was the one that blocked the door anyhow - but I get it SPN showrunners you wanted to get rid of Cas somehow - what a mess)

If you haven’t watched it - here’s where I gasp and scoff in disbelief - please watch it https://youtu.be/l_r9GZeQl1w?si=uVox8PlXByYEYKci

Basically Cas tells Dean he’s the greatest guy he’s ever known, that he fights for love and that Cas lurves Dean 😭 and he’s not the bad things enemies say Dean is. That he’s more than the worst parts of himself - oh Cas.

This was Castiel’s one moment of true happiness - telling the one person whom he adores more than anyone or anything else in the entire universe - that he is loved by Castiel himself.

The confession that triggers Castiel’s demise to go with the empty, takes Billie with him and before Dean can process the massive TRUTH BOMB Castiel just dumped on him, Castiel is gone.

Despair indeed.

They made too many fucking cuts to this scene, at least for Jensen’s coverage. Like if you don’t want Dean to reciprocate…fine. Don’t. But let him fucking respond! Let him use his words. Castiel just told Dean he was in love with him, that is one of the BIGGEST things you can say to somebody in your life. EVER. Especially on TV. And yes it was in love, like romantically. Not platonically because why make such a fucking fuss over fucking platonic friendship! There’s always been a tension between these 2 characters, it hung over between them since season 4. They just made it into a joke, never expecting to get the traction it did over the years. They even tried writing Cas off the show for good back in season 7. But they got stuck with Cas and never really made proper use of him. They literally just waited until the last minute to get rid of him in a way that couldn’t get the show cancelled until that decision had already been made by the network. to make things worse - COVID happened

So don’t tell me the confession doesn’t merit a response, either for or against on Dean’s part - whether he returns Castiel’s affection or not is another story but dammit let Dean speak! How could you not? Cowards!

And Would it be so terrible if Dean did feel something MORE than friendship for the only other individual that has stood by him for so many years? Like really? A relationship doesn’t demand sex (but let’s be honest, Cas probably wanted to fuck the shit outta Dean 🤣) it’s whatever the people in the relationship want! Dean isn’t young by the time s15 rolls around. Older people tend to just want someone to come home to, settle down with. Companionship. Cas fits that to a fucking T. When Dean dreamed of a future, Cas was right there with him (and Sam, cuz Dean always wants his family close as much as he can, given how he grew up).

Couldn’t find a gif of Dean talking about taking some time off after all the craziness of the hunting they do but I’m not crazy I know he wanted it.

The team behind SPN could have finished Dean’s narrative beautifully as man who was driven by fear all his life and opens himself up to a relationship he never saw coming but when the time came he didn’t run because he grew to love more than fear (and choose to live a life of peace after stuck in one of violence for so many years).

This is why Hollywood is shit! Great beginnings, shitty endings. But in this case, it was because they consistently chose NOT to indulge in queer-like narratives with enough care (aside from some other problematic stuff like the treatment towards women being more negative than positive, the inconsistent writing for characters and plot, etc.)

BUT not when it’s the main character 😡 Charlie can be gay AF but not Dean, seriously? That’s fucked. Like at least let him fucking explore/consider it. So people stop watching it who gives AF?! I never even watched the show when it was on air for 15 years, tons of people didn’t. There are still people out there watching SPN for the first time today! People who started but stopped because it’s a show that ran WAAAY longer than any other normally does.

Idk who made it so that Dean couldn’t explore his sexuality or fucked up the Destiel of it all but they SUUUUUUUUCK! You really shat the bed! at least explore it cuz at the end of the day, it may not work out. Gay relationships aren’t that different from straight relationships in that sometimes it just doesn’t work out BECAUSE we’re ALL people. And who knows maybe they could’ve been happy but we’re not allowed to know that canonically because Destiel was never given a CHANCE!

I mean if it was REALLY that big a deal – why introduce it? By making these little suggestions that (in a way that's funny but why would Dean be queer be haha funny - no that's not okay, queerness shouldn't be a joke) furthermore we’re talking about a show on basic cable - all it would’ve taken was fucking hand-holding or the same routine of staring into each other’s eyes like they’d been doing for 12 fucking years already! Just not shying away from the queerness that time. Legend of Korra did it. That 1 Disney show did it (i don’t remember the name). No kissing would’ve been necessary - nice, wishful thinking but not necessary if the kissing became an issue (but seriously it was 2020 man but ofc - that is a year where a pandemic that required social distancing decided to kick in during the final arc of this show) - just so we’re all clear COVID cock blocked Destiel lol jk 🤣

All those times they had Dean & Cas stare into each other's eyes – the forces at work – showrunners, writers, directors AND editors & the network who is showing this to audiences – if its such a big fucking deal - Don't leave it in. By leaving it in, you're allowing people to make assumptions about the relationship – it happens literally every time in every story ever told. You put 2 people in a scene and they're not family (though not always the case) or JUST friends (explicitly proven) there's a chance SOMEONE is gonna wanna ship them no matter how likely it is (OR NOT) they'll hookup or become a couple. That's just how it is. So don't fan the flames and then turn it around on fans that they're wrong, crazy or misinterpreting. If Wincest can exist, so can Destiel and any other ship. That being said, y’all Destiel shippers were ROBBED but I don’t need to tell you that.

I don’t think the relationship would’ve been perfect or smooth sailing - their friendship as it was on the show sure wasn’t. And Dean wasn’t the only one with issues - Cas had some bad qualities too - the angel liked to lie and for a while there he was extremely averse to conflict. And Dean…he gets real fucking angry 😬 not a good mix for a relationship- hell even a friendship.

But the two had a profound bond, with a great deal of affection for one another and that’s what got them through betrayal, fights, amnesia, curses, apocalypses, and all the ugliness in between. They could’ve made it. Or they could’ve just had Cas and Dean stay friends - but we’ll never know since Cas was pretty much omitted after 15x18 - there were references - like only 2 though 😒

Really SPN? 😒😔 so lazy. But sure, go ahead, blame COVID. It’s not like phones exist. It’s not like the actor couldn’t have just recorded Castiel’s voice nope. Totally not an option 🤦🏾‍♀️ same goes for the other characters - Jody, Donna, Eileen - you know all the other characters Sam & Dean cared about but sure - fuck ‘em too. Status quo is the only thing that matters - SMH.

[amostimprobabledream]

You know, I know people like to meme on Homelander like "bro is beefing with a baby haha", but with S4 Ep4 revealing more context to his backstory, it's really not surprising and adds an extra tragic layer. (Note this isn't excusing him, it's just a little analysis.)

We already know early on that Homelander's childhood is a public fabrication and that he was raised as a lab rat, with Vogelbaum being his primary father figure. Despite raising John from birth, though, Vogelbaum has never seen him as a son or even a child - he's a product, an experiment that needs to be managed. Every day, Vogelbaum would go to work, do experiments on Homelander with his team of scientists, Stan Edgar, Barbara, and then go home and play happy families. Billy Butcher manages to get Vogelbaum to give him intel on Homelander specifically by threatening to hurt Vogelbaum's daughter if he doesn't comply. Once again, Vogelbaum puts his biological child over the one he spent most of his time with, and doesn't bother warning him or Madelyn of what's coming.

We also know now that the scientists who tortured him also had families - Frank is forced to go in the oven because Homelander overtly threatens to burn them too if he doesn't. We don't know about Marty or Barbara but it's easy to assume they do too. But none of them thought anything of sticking a little boy in an oven or testing nuclear weapons on him.

Then you have Madelyn. And we don't know exactly how long they've known each other, but it seems like it must be a long time for Madelyn to be in the position she is in Vought and by how well she knows Homelander. She's the closest thing to a mother figure he's ever had, and his unofficial handler/mentor. Whatever Madelyn thinks of him, Homelander is close to her.

And then Madelyn gets pregnant.

Something that always stuck out to me in Season One was when Homelander comments that Madelyn's baby is just a prop to make her feel like a good person. This always seemed like a really astute and oddly specific, personal observation, because mostly Homelander seemed pretty selective with Madelyn's unsavoury qualities until she lies about something too major for him to ignore anymore. But it does seem, to me, that he was right - whether Madelyn felt genuine love for Teddy or not, it does seem like these scientists and other people who work at Vought use their loved ones to convince themselves that they aren't really bad people - look, they have a good relationship with their kids! They're happily married! Yes, they experimented on a child, but that was just a job. It's what he was made for. But that's not who they really are, right? In particular, Madelyn's determination to make Teddy breastfeed from her seemed less because it was what's best for him, health-wise, and more because she saw it as something she was failing at as a mother so early on, and because she wasn't happy about her motherhood plans being derailed by her baby's refusal to comply with them. I feel like down the line, Madelyn would have probably ended up being emotionally abusive or at least extremely manipulative as a mother - loving your child and being a controlling parent aren't mutually exclusive, after all.

Vogelbaum's affection for his daughter doesn't change what an awful person he is. Stan Edgar adopting and grooming Victoria into being, well, Victoria, doesn't mean he isn't a sociopath - he's fond of Victoria because she's a successful project he raised. He still fucked her up and turned her into a serial killer and Victoria has now demonstrated she's willing to violate Zoe's bodily autonomy if she thinks it's necessary (or rather, convinces herself it is.) Frank was a family man 'just doing his job', but that didn't save him from Homelander's wrath. Did their families know about the atrocities they were committing? If they didn't, would they be able to look at them the same way?

So no wonder Homelander hates Madelyn's baby - he finally had a parental figure in his life who didn't have a family taking away what he saw as the love and attention he deserved like Vogelbaum did, and then she goes and has a baby anyway, and once again, someone else is receiving all the affection and care that Homelander has never, ever been given by anyone.

tl;dr: Homelander hating Madelyn's baby makes perfect sense and makes me sad. EDIT: If I've made a some mistakes in this post it's because I haven't watched S1 & 2 in a while so my recollection is a bit fuzzy, excuse me for that lol.

[jeoxnstar]

To my girls, Harrie, Cher, Janny, G, and Lizzy I wanna take some time to write some words about you. (charms ill send it on discord cuz ik u dont enter tumblr)

First off @anglku, Harrie we met months ago through someone we had in common but i had known u for months before i had been a follower since your first fic in your blog..I loved your writting (still do) somethings happend and we stopped talking but on jan u reached out to me to ask how i was. You made me feel comfortable and safe since that convo, We talked and patched things up and now uve become one of my reasons to wake up everyday, my day is incomplete without interacting with u atleast once. I love u so much, Seeing you and the girls happy makes my day. I love talking to you about anything. Please know that you can talk to me about anything and i mean anything. And you or any of the girls will never make me uncomfortable.

Things that remind me of you are- Bts (ofc), The sun, the girls, cher, the sky mask filter on snap, the weekend Song that remind me of you- Snooze by sza (especially this part "How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important") Secondly @redcherrykook, Cher what can i say .. we met in jan after you reached out to me to ask how i was doing..but just like harrie i had known you for months ..i had followed you since like sep 24? I was a fan of your work but i never reached out i did sent anon asks every now and then. During that first convo u made me feel comfortable like har did , You made sure i wasnt uncomfortable with you texting me and i appreciate that alot. I remember i was having a bad day because of me and my gf not being in communication and u heard me out u gave me valid advie..and im grateful for that. I love you so much. You and the girls are my world id do anyhting for u guys. Just like harrie Know that u can talk to me about anything and that im always here to talk .I love spamming bad bunny lyrics and talks in spanish with u.

Things that remind me of you are- Bts (ofc), hello kitty, har, the girls, the baddiesss pose for me audio,bad bunny, the kissy filter on snap Song that remind me of you- DTFM by Bad bunny (especially this part "Que a los ojos te miré Y contarte las cosas que no te conté ") Thirdly (is that even a word anyway) @billiessillywife, Janny..theres so much to say..jana we met in jan..i texted u because i saw u were sad and asked you what happend? and that when our friendship began. I first met you because i was scrolling and i saw a billie page and entered it turned out to be you. You never fail to make me feel loved wanted and appreciated..i love talking to u i love the random messeges in my inbox. i love hearing u yap because im a yapper. I remember when u found out about me har and chers past and u were pissed. ..since that day uve become the groups bodyguard our mom. Even thought u have things going on in ur personal life u always hear us out and give us advie i love u sooo much. Your my fav roadmen.

Things that remind me of you are- Billie (ofcc), the sky, the girls, anytime i see a roadmen, male fantasy Song that remind me of you- Birds of a feather by billie eilish (especially this part "birds of a feather we should stick together ") Fourthly (not a word lets ignore-) @g...g ik ur not on tumblr so harrie show her💔...G we met when i made the gc on snap. Your one of the funniest humans i know..ur so kind and i love talking with u. I love when u spam the gc with your man and your pics. i love entering snap and seeing "g sent a snap" i always smile at it. I love u soooo much. You never fail to make me laugh and im grateful for that because even in days were im at my low seeing u simping over ur man makes me laugh. You and ur man are the best ok. You never make me uncomfortable and you can talk to me about anything..I love seeing u get traumatized by har and cher its funny. But uve just accepted at this poin. I love my multilingual queen<3

Things that remind me of you are- Your men, Har, THAT MEME, a puppy, my translator (ifykyk) Song that remind me of you- Campfire by Seventeen (especially this part "When things are hard and you’re tired I’ll shine on you ") Last but not Least @lizzikoo, Lizzy, we met in jan..i first knew u through jana, i always saw u and her interacting but i never messaged u cuz im shy. U texted me and asked to be friends to which i said yes ofcc. I wanna say your one of the realest persons i know. Our first convo was genuine..we talked about some personal things and i related so much. so thank u for trusting me. I love talking to u about anything. Even thought i think ur wing stop obsession is WILD (like wym u were reasy to drive 50 min for some wingstop-) but i till support it! I love u so much i know weve only known each other for such little time id do anything for u. I love us mmm and never let anyone dim ur passion love u always.

Things that remind me of you are- Wing stop, late night slushie, Bts (especially jungkook, sweets Song that remind me of you- Good day by Bts (especially this part "You won't be alone, always I'll be by your side, we'll be okay ") To all of you guys, Harrie, Cher, Janny, Lizzy, G.. I love u guys sooo much you guys are the reason i wake up with a smile everyday. You guys are the reason i open tumblr and snap everyday. You guys are the reason that when im sad and want to give up i keep fighting. I used to not believe in everything happens for a reason...it may sound cringy or whatever but thank to you guys i believe everything happens for a reason. Every tear, Every hard moment, Every happy moment led me to you guys and i will always be grateful for it. I love u all to the moon and back. No matter what happens ill always have your back. ill fight any bitch that says shit about yall. love u.

Things that remind me of us are- Ive, the night sky, late night texts, snap, tumblr, insta, the word love and home. Song that remind me of us- Perfect night by le sserafim and Die with a smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga (especially these parts "I got all I need, you know nothing else can beat The way that I feel when I'm dancing with my girls" - perfect night "If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you" - die with a smile)

[sarahwatchesthings]

Last night after we finished watching the latest season of Doctor Who, my sister asked me what I thought, and I gave my immediate, knee-jerk response: "It's cheap."

And now I've had some time to think about it, and my opinion has not changed. New Doctor Who has become cheap. The pandering to the fanbase. The use of social media memes and buzzwords in the place of sincere or original content. The over-the-top musical score attempting to compensate for the lack of actually emotionally impactful content. Rehashing the same ideas over and over that once meant something but now seem tired. And handling them worse than they were handled before. And killing off the Doctor before we even get a sense of who they, this specific incarnation, really are, probably because the writers have run out of ideas about how to give the Doctor depth without, again, rehashing the same ideas over and over. Bringing back Billie Piper.

New Who was originally created to capitalize on the success of classic Doctor Who, and it did a pretty good job. Now new-new Who is created to capitalize on the success of new Who. As [old man yells at cloud coming in] it seems like a lot of media is now, created to capitalize on old ideas that were successful because they were original and took risks and were written with sincerity. Classic Doctor Who started with a budget of 50p and whatever the BBC had lying around, and it wasn't even written to attract viewers—it was written as filler between other shows. The writers made the content the substance of the show, with nothing else to fall back on—no budget, no existing fanbase, no flashiness, no decades of established (albeit completely fucked) lore.

So I feel new Who has become cheap, and I don't see that improving. It may be time to drop future seasons from my watch list.

[not-poignant]

Assumption: You have never ridden a horse.

Oooo, this is a fun one, salkfjas

I have! I've ridden more than one horse, more than once.

(Actual storytime) (This is from the Assumptions meme!)

In late highschool and in the few years after I had a close friend who owned a horse (Billy) and agisted him, and was responsible for him. She basically was allowed to get him when she got her driver's license.

I was the kind of friend (and still kind of am, energy willing) that you could drag around to all your chores and I'd just be there. So I'd be there when she went shopping. I would be there when she went to get horse food. I would be there when she did homework. I would be there when she went to visit her horse and brush him down and feed him etc.

I helped with basic chores and watched from the sidelines and mostly hung out with her dog, Huskee, who was not a husky, but a borderline collie x corgi who barked nonstop at that horse, who she alas, could not herd.

Through this friend I actually learned about Natural Horsemanship, to the point where I actually went to a couple of Pat Parelli seminars (run by Pat) in like 2000/2001. It was the thing that really sparked my interest in animal training, especially humane, fear free animal training (and clicker training specifically, since Pat was teaching marker training at the time, and said friend started using it on their dog, Huskee).

I never rode, for a long time, because I was happy on the sidelines, and also I went there so my friend could ride her horse, not so I could like, steal her horse out from under her lol. I don't think her horse liked me very much anyway (later I'd find out that was pretty much true, it was a zero respect relationship, maybe he knew I was a doormat lmao).

Anyway, said friend had another friend who was extremely horse intense, and she got her own horse (Coda) , that she then never really took the time to ride. Coda was kind of nuts. Billy was the kind of horse who walked so slow you felt like you were going backwards, Coda had one speed: gallop. Coda and Billy got on great.

But Coda was pretty neglected, and so I often spent time with him while my friend did her chores with Billy. I was used to bringing out food, or changing water etc. so I did that for Coda sometimes. And after a while, friend was like 'it would be cool if we could trail ride together, how about you learn on Billy first since he's so slow and sedate.' And friend was like 'I'll ride Coda because I have more experience.' This made sense! She wanted me to stay safe!! But...

Billy was slow, sedate, and did not give a shit about me. This is a horse that stepped on my feet (on purpose), who deliberately angled towards low-hanging branches to scrape me off the saddle (hilarious, but also not really), and made it clear how much he wasn't interested in anyone else riding him in the most passive aggressive way a horse possibly can.

Coda, on the other hand, had a reputation for being wild and unstable. He'd tossed multiple riders more than once, hadn't been trained with Natural Horsemanship (like...kind of? But not really) and was not halter-broke by the time friend-of-friend got him, so just getting him to accept a halter and a saddle at all was huge, and anything beyond that was like 'welp, good luck.'

However, it was obvious trying to do anything with me and Billy was not going to work out. So...Coda it was.

And idk how to explain it, but Coda and I just got along. It was on the other hand terrifying, because his default movement was 'canter' and all he wanted to do, all he wanted to do, was gallop up and down granite hills as quickly as possible and spook at fucking everything. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't taken out much and he had that kind of personality. He once saw a kangaroo in the distance and spun a full 360 degrees, and I ended up half off him, hanging on for dear life, while friend just stared at me and said: 'how did you not fall off, that was insane. You might actually be good at this.'

Well. No, I wasn't, I just had a good grip, lmao.

So we went on extremely stressful trail rides together. Billy thankfully curbed some of Coda's GOTTA GO FAST instincts but only to a point, so I had to be pretty hypervigilant nonstop because that dude bunched his hindquarters what felt like every ten seconds, and I can't really blame him, it's what he loved to do most. He was just a terrible horse to learn to ride on, lmao, even if we did get along.

I haven't ridden since and honestly haven't felt much of an inclination to. I'd be too heavy now anyway. And I'm pretty certain I'd be bad at it. When your first experience is 'placid horse who generally accepts everyone but stares at you in a desultory manner and makes sure you know - while feeding him / brushing him / watering him etc. - that you do not matter in the grand scheme of things' followed by 'I like you! NOW I WILL FLING MYSELF DOWN THIS GRANITE HILL WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE ARE ALL SCREAMING IN EXCITEMENT AND NOT FEAR' you think 'actually I don't need to ride the murder ponies, it's fine.'

Anyway, yeah, I have ridden a horse.

[nerdygeekypastrychef]

The Swap

for the @steddiebingo kissing booth prompt: body swap

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A/n: I am the meme about the porn needs more plot because I need to know why they're fucking. And they never got around to the fucking. (maybe i'll part 2? idk) body swap. soulmates. first time. steve harrington has a MASSIVE cock. Eddie is impressed and terrified and turned on all at once.

For twenty four hours after the first time you touch your soulmate, you swap bodies.  A statistically small percentage of people meet their soul mate and experience The Swap as babies, and therefore it basically goes unnoticed. As a result, most people grow up just waiting for it. 

Everyone knows someone who almost died during their Swap. Everyone knows someone who did something totally disgusting and/or inappropriate during their Swap. Sometimes it’s exciting, sometimes it’s boring. Sometimes it goes totally unnoticed by the people around you. 

Sometimes it causes a commotion. 

Eddie has always been a touchy person with the innnate ability to tell if the people around him are okay with being touched or not. With no mom and no dad to confirm, he assumed he’d touched his soulmate when he was younger and lost them. Sometimes it saddened him but sometimes he reveled in the fact that it meant he could choose for himself. Or so he thought. 

The top of the food chain at Hawkins high had been in some upheaval since Billy Hargrove, the asshole, had come into town. Suddenly Steve Harrington was like a social pariah, hanging out with his ex and her new boyfriend and regularly getting shat upon by the people that used to be his hangers on. It perplexed Eddie to no end but wasn’t any of his business. 

Until one day he was actually at his locker and Hargrove shoved Harrington behind him, causing Harrington to slam into him. Eddie fell forward into his open locker with the smell of Harrington’s rich boy cologne filling his nose and the feel of his strong body all along the back of him. 

“Oh man, Munson. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” Steve’s big hands were gentle on his biceps as he helped Eddie stabilize on his feet. 

“Awww how sweet. The loser and the freak.” Hargrove teased from the other side of the hallway. Eddie watched as Steve rolled his eyes and flashed Eddie the tiniest commiserating smile before turning around. 

“Fuck off Billy. Seriously. Or do I need to call Max?” Billy’s face fell before it turned red in rage. 

“Gonna call a 12 year old girl to fight your battles for you? Two bitches.” Billy tried to scoff but everyone in the hallway had seen his face at the mention of her name and now could hear Steve’s sexy condescending little laugh in reply.

“At least I’m not scared of her.” Steve turned his back to Billy to check on Eddie again. 

“You’re sure you're okay? Need the nurse or anything?” Eddie shook his head silently, completely out of his depth for this bizarre conversation. Steve smiled again, but this time a big movie star smile, before walking away. 

Eddie obsessed thought about it the rest of the day. 

When Eddie woke up the next morning, he knew something wasn’t right but not WHAT the difference was. He’d gone to a party the night before, to sell since it had been Friday, but he didn’t remember partaking in his own wares or even drinking more than one beer. He opened his eyes and was assaulted by PLAID. It was then that he realized what happened. He was in the middle of The Swap. 

But whom? He tossed the blankets off and looked down at his body for the day, The body of his soulmate, and was struck dumb. 

Hairy tits with the cutest little pink nipples. Strong stomach covered with perfect, soft layer of thin fat. Nice healthy happy trail of dark hair leading down into soft flannel pajama pants. He lifted up the waistband of the pants and nearly yelled at the biggest cock he’d seen outside skin mags. He could see lots more dark hair at the base and covering juicy thick thighs but his attention kept coming back to his cock. His soulmate's cock. The mouthwatering cock nestled between his thighs. 

He was about to shove the pants down to his ankles and jerk off just to feel the monster between his legs, when the doorbell rang. He groaned and instantly recognized his voice. Eddie stumbled out of bed and into the fucking attatched bathroom to look in the mirror and confirm what he already knew. 

The face of Steve Harrington stared back at him with horror. The handsome face twisted in annoyance as the doorbell rang again and again so he stumbled out into the hallway wondering where Steve’s rich parents were “or the butler, damn” as he tried to find the front door. 

When he yanked the door open his own face stared back at him with an expression he was certain he’d never made before. 

“Jesus, do I really look that much like a drowned rat?” He asked and his own face split into a grin. He stepped back to let…. Himself inside and shut the door. 

“I don’t think so. I think you have a sexy kind of dirty rocker thing happening. God, am I really that square?” Eddie fell a little dumb at Steve Harrington speaking in his voice, and calling him sexy. 

“Not square. Traditionally Sexy.” Eddie replied as he was backed against the wall by his own lanky frame. Up close he could see that he was a scant inch taller than Steve and couldn’t help the flash of heat that gave him. 

“Well, if we each think the other is sexy, what are we doing talking about it?” Steve leaned in and Eddie has to close his eyes to stop thinking about how he was kind of kissing himself. 

They made out against the wall for a long while. Till they were both breathing heavily and rocking their hips together. At that, Eddie twisted his head away to break the kiss. 

“Stevie, baby, I gotta know. HOW do you walk around every day with the anaconda in your jeans?”

[food-for-hungry-mtr-fans]

I can imagine the robinsons’ family group chat is incredibly chaotic 💀

It is INSANE. Every Robinson has a unique typing style and it would take a whole cypher to understand a days worth of messages.

Because this wasn’t really a concrete ask, I’m going to write the hc’s about what each Robinsons like in the chat.

Wilbur / T!meL0rd: Misspells everything. Definitely a meme spammer. Has been banned four times.

Cornelius: Doesn’t have a cool username. Uses proper texting literate, but says ‘lol’. Uses reactions more than he talks.

Franny / FrannysFrogTheater: Her username wasn’t supposed to be that long, she misunderstood what it was. She’s always active and respond in four seconds, but it never on her phone somehow. Weird.

Gaston / CANNONBAL: TYPES IN CAPS A LOT!!!! Sends photos of everything - selfies, his cannons, nature, anything he sees.

Art / Galaxy3F: He uses voice messages a lot, and they’re often horrible audio quality. Cannot type correctly even a little. Isn’t LEGIBLE. He’s determined to figure it out though.

Laszlo / F!R3W0RK: His username has nothing to do with his hobbies. He has a typing quirk, 100%. Uses GIFs a lot, and pronounces them JIFs.

Tallulah / FashionBB🏳️‍⚧️: Also posts memes but not often. Doesn’t talk in chat a lot. Forgets punctuation a lot, but proper caps.

Fritz / FritzRobinson2: Has to use Siri to send messages because Petunia makes it hard to type. Therefor most of what he says makes no sense.

Billy / CHOOCHOO!7 : Can she use a phone? No. She breaks her phones so often her number changes twice a week. She only responds to Fritz, Joe, and Gaston. Nobody understands why.

Joe / SweatGainer : The silent stalker of the chat. He watches everything but never talks in chat. Uses reactions sometimes. Once said ‘k’ and everyone cheered.

Carl / xX.R0bo.Xx: The chat mod. Only really types if to moderate something, or to randomly ban people for his amusement. Sends TikToks in chat at night just to annoy Wilbur, who never silences his phone.

Spike / Thing #1: Did not choose his username. Starts group video calls during genuinely important times and then leaves immediately, forcing the family to one big call. Solved a lot of emergencies like this. Refuses to admit he’s intentionally being helpful.

Dimitri / Thing #2: Emojibombs the chat way too much. Unlike Spike doesn’t care about being helpful. Refuses, even.

Lefty: Couldn’t figure out a username. Posts a very formal daily report at 7am every morning, top of chat. Carl pins it.

Bud&Luc / Lovebirds: Share an account because Bud tore his phone apart for microchips. Send those random game links for free coins and beg everyone to click them. Rick rolled the chat twice.