#I couldn't find any pictures of it so had to look up a youtube video of the episode and screenshot

[randomaltgayperson]

Alright so I'm not saying anything happened in the Honda Odyssey.

However. I am saying that whatever did happen, Logan won.

Wade was getting his ass kicked the whole time. He got a few good shots on Wolverine but for the most part, he wasn't winning at all lmao. At the end of it, he was completely tied up like?? "I'm going to fight you now" yeah and badly motherfucker, damn

Reminds me of that one Modern Family episode

[fumiliar]

imagine influencer!y/n with chronically offline!kento

ever since kento came out of his emo phase, he doesn't visit social media often. so when you had gained interest in him after seeing him in your workplace, you tried stalking him. but all you could see was pictures of his high school years, his face barely in it. social media was a no go, so you had to talk to him to figure him out. and truly, that was the best part.

you were always questioning whether he liked something or not. he was a complete blank slate, and you were too. even though you were quite active on social media, gaining a few thousand followers by that time, he never bothered to check it, it just wasn't his style.

when you eventually started dating and soft launching him, everyone was asking who this mystery man was. but his identity was always kept a secret as he wasn't someone who often used social media, you thought it'd be uncomfortable. eventually when you hit the 1 year mark, he finally brought up the question.

"y/n, i don't mean to offend you in any way shape or form. this is more towards curiosity..." his steps slowing down, his hesitation affecting not only his speech but his movement.

"continue?" you looked through the photos kento had taken of you, scrolling and picking out the best ones. you had gone to a beautiful restaurant, and since you got all cleaned up, you had to ask kento to take a picture of you.

"why do you take photos and videos so much? i mean, i do understand it's a hobby for almost everyone, but i do think you spend a tad bit too much time on something that isn't a job," he was curious, trying his best to formulate words that would least offend you.

"what do you mean? it is my job! i'm an part time influencer," you immediately showed him your social media accounts leaving kento in awe.

"oh...i did not...know," he was shocked, to say the least. his mouth was wide open as he scrolled and looked at all your social media accounts. he didn't use social media often, but it wasn't like he was clueless of how it worked! you were popular, most of your social media accounts had a following over 500k, instagram being the least and youtube being the highest.

"i did not know i was dating someone popular...." kento still couldn't wrap his head around this fact.

"did you not know? at all?" you asked.

"no...0%," kento answered, still unable to look away from your phone screen. the fact that he didn't find out over this past year was even more shocking. you've asked him for help in recording so many videos, the fact he didn't even suspect it was mind boggling to you. "is this where you've been posting the pics of us?"

"yeah, i mean none of them have your face, i can take it down if you're uncomfortable..."

"no, i like it."

you never hard launched kento, it was like a public secret. everyone knew you were taken by this mystery blonde man, but they never knew who. it was nice to see the comments theorise on which blonde influencer was your man, but they were severely mistaken. your man doesn't even use social media! his instagram still having no bio and just one post of him and haibara.

not hard launching did not mean you had no announcements. when kento proposed to you a year later, your fans got the news too, as they saw a new flashy ring on your ring finger in your newest day in a life vlog. since his presence, your fans have made a name for him, sir purin, taken from his blonde hair, the only feature you could attribute him to, matching with the sanrio character pompompurin.

when you finally got married, that was when you had finally hard launched kento. a simple picture of you and kento on your wedding reception, dancing as if you were the only people in the whole world. you had tagged kento's instagram account, though his @ couldn't be seen, your fans could find his account easily. after all, he changed his user to @misterpurin so you could tag him.

this account was barely used, only there to repost stories he's tagged in and mainly to post you once in a while. every birthday and anniversary he would always upload a picture of you, with an essay along with it. his account started getting filled with pictures of you, it was like a fan account of you! with the exception of a few pictures of you together and of course, his high school friend haibara.

in that account, it had stored memories of you in his eyes. it was sweet, anyone could tell that every single picture captured and posted was done with utmost love and care. he posted for him, not for your fans, or for his. this slowly lead to kento making a camera account, only followed by you. and even there, almost every single picture had a part of you in it, whether it was your head peaking in the side of a beautiful sunset, or your hair flowing in the wind obstructing the eye-catching view, or just a plain picture of you. every single picture had a speck of you, and if not, his captions would.

this account did end up being found, which led to kento privating the camera account, but it was too late as a few thousand of your followers had already followed it. kento never posted often, but when he did, your presence would always be prevalent no matter what.

p.s this was supposed to be a short drabble, like 3 paragraphs max...but i got carried away. it was only supposed to be kento's insta becoming your fan account.

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange

"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.

You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.

It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.

Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight. 

For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room. 

In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.

You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up. 

You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts. 

"Nothing is wrong."

You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.

"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong." 

You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.

"It's stupid, Stephen."

"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."

You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.

So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.

"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."

You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.

When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.

"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -" 

Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.

"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."

That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see. 

"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?" 

You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.

"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."

You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself. 

Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.

"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."

"Tell you what, I have an idea..." 

Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.

"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."

You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion. 

"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?" 

His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."

He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.

"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath." 

Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses. 

As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck. 

"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."

You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo. 

In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. 

Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.

You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.

You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too." 

Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face. 

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. " 

Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.

"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together." 

Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.

He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.

You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers. 

As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera. 

You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides. 

"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."

A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.

Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink. 

"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."

A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours. 

"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."

He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.

"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine." 

You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.

He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.

"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."

With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.

A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights. 

"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby." 

You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind. 

Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.

Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.

Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.

As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.

He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move. 

"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."

Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.

"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."

He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting. 

"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess." 

You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements. 

You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb. 

"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."

Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.

He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter. 

Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind. 

You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.

Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.

Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.

You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.

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Keep on Rolling - MV1

Chapter Five

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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"Hey man," Lando said to Max one evening at dinner. It was drivers only, simply because Y/N was too busy working. Everybody wanted her there, but she couldn't spare the time.

Max looked at Lando with a polite smile, too busy eating to say anything.

"You let Y/N interview you?"

He nodded his head, still eating.

"Oh. Well, the rest of us ran away. We didn't trust it not to be a prank," Lando continued. "Why didn't you?"

Max stopped eating to look at him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What? No. I just want to know what you're doing with my best friend," answered Lando. This was starting to piss him off. "I don't care what you do, as long as you don't do anything to hurt her."

Max simply scoffed. He didn't have any intentions with Y/N. Whatever happened, happened. If that took them down the romantic route, so be it.

"Don't worry," he said, returning his attention to his food. "I don't plan on hurting her." He ate ignoring Lando and every other driver sat around the table. There was a good few minutes where Lando stared at him, something like disgust written on his face. He didn't mean to be pulling such a face, but he couldn't help it when it came to Y/N

***

Y/N's eyes hurt as she stared at the emails on her screen. "What the fuck," she whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was seeming more and more impossible to find a moment of peace for her.

You need to look at this and give a statement, ASAP, the email said. This is the second time this has happened in the space of a month. How does this keep happening? You need to watch yourself to make sure it doesn't happen again

She read the email a couple of times over before clicking the link.

It was an Instagram post that had gone viral within the F1 community. Pictures of her with the drivers, hidden away in hotel rooms. Moments that nobody but Y/N and the drivers involved should have pictures of.

Her having dinner in Lando's apartment, Y/N and Charles walking through the hallway of a hotel together. There was one occasion where she, Lando and Carlos had snuck up to the roof of the hotel. Somehow that picture was in the post.

The worst one, though? There was a picture of Y/N and Max laying together. It must have been after the drunken quiz video, after they had fallen asleep against each other. It was such an intimate moment, a moment meant for the two of them and nobody else.

They were pictures nobody should have had. Who had taken them? Where had they come from? How did this account have them?

But then Y/N scrolled down to the comments

Username: omg she's such a whore

Username: You'd think this years championship would be interesting since she's sleeping with the whole grid

Username: I've never liked her

Username: She ruined Lando

Username: yeah I liked Carlando better before it involved her

They just went on and on like that. Thousands of them. For every supportive comment, there seemed to be two negative ones. It was horrible. How was she supposed to put out a statement about it.

So, she pulled out her phone and did the only thing she knew to do.

Ten minute later, there was a knock at her door. Y/N wiped her tears and ran to pull it open. "Oh thank god," she said through a sob and wrapped her arms around him.

Lando walked her further into the room and pushed the door shut behind him. “Tell me what happened,” he said and sat her down on her bed. He sat beside her and Y/N instantly placed her head on his shoulder.

"People are horrible," she sniffed as she pulled up the Instagram account.

Taking her phone from her hand, Lando scrolled through the pictures before getting to the comments. As he read them, his grip on Y/N was tight, growing tighter with every horrible comment.

"I've never seen these before," said Lando as he scrolled back up to the pictures. From the way they were taken, they couldn't have been fan pictures - they must have come from someone right there with them.

Lando pressed his finger against the power button and dropped Y/N's phone into his lap. He pulled her close, running his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

There was nothing they could do that night. So Y/N locked the door, double checked the lock and then pushed her bedside table up against it.

Y/N and Lando fell asleep together, spread out across the bed. They'd fallen asleep together several times before. They'd been doing it since they were kids, sharing a bed on sleepovers. It was a habit that hadn't died and had only taken breaks when either of them were dating.

"Promise everything is going to be okay?" Y/N muttered in her sleep as she rolled towards the door.

Lando's answer was a snore.

***

Max was used to his phone blowing up over night. He was a world famous Formula One driver, it was bound to happen. But, when he scrolled through his notifications this time, everything was different.

Pictures, none of which he had seen before. He was in some, but the one thing every picture had in common was Y/N. Max ignored all the pictures that didn't have him in the, all the pictures but the last one. The one of him in bed with her/

Nobody had been in the room with them, Max had made sure of it.

His phone vibrated in his hand. But it wasn't who Max hoped it would be. It wasn't the girl he had been pictured with. It was his father. Jos Verstappen. Just the man Max didn't want to be speaking to.

He swiped his finger across the screen and pressed his phone to his ear.

Have you ever been berated by an angry Dutchman almost to the point of tears. Max had. He'd been berated by his father so many times before. Even now, as a twenty five year old, it still stung just as much as it had when he was a child.

Jos ran through the list of all of the news article headlines he had read that morning. All of them about his son and the youtuber that had been following the grid around like a lost dog.

As much as Max wanted to defend her, Jos didn't give him the chance. He sat there in silence as his dad shouted at him down the phone. When Jos finally hung up, Max let out a sigh.

Suddenly there was a knock at his hotel room door. Now in a foul mood, Max stood and opened up the door.

"Hey," he said, letting his visitor in.

The visitor said nothing and walked into his room. "You need to stay away from Y/N."

Max stared at Lando. He said nothing, just stared, so Lando continued. "Stay away from her. Stop falling asleep with her, stop going near her. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life."

Max sat himself back on his bed and patted his thighs in a repetitive pattern. He'd just gotten enough of this from his father, he didn't need this from Lando, too. "What gives you the right?" he asked. "Why can't she make her own decisions?"

"She doesn't know what she wants," Lando spat.

Max shook his head. "I think you're wrong," he said. "I think she knows what she wants and you're unwilling to listen to her."

Suddenly Lando was very close to him, getting in his face. "Stay the fuck away from her," he growled and marched out of the room.

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[breelandwalker]

WAIT THE CHURCH PAID FOR "A HAUNTING"? I USED TO BITCH SO MUCH ABOUT THAT SHOW BEING SATANIC PANIC PROPAGANDA (and then kept watching it because it was the spookiest thing I had access to at the time).

YES LITERALLY!!!!

In the early seasons of the show, when it was just exclusively on Discovery, you could see a little blurb in the credits that indicated some funding for the show had come from the Catholic Church. I just checked and it looks like that was removed when the show shifted over to the Travel Channel / Destination America. (It's not in the videos posted on their YouTube channel and there's no mention on their media pages. Also any mention of "A Haunting" is pretty much taken up by the forthcoming Agatha Christie film, "A Haunting in Venice," so I couldn't find any articles related to prior funding.)

Whether the Church still provides any funding for the show is unknown, but it looks like it's still in production through New Dominion Pictures and still airs in syndication on Discovery Networks channels.

And yes, it is FULL of Warrenisms and Satanic Panic propaganda. And it's because of "A Haunting" and shows like it that this misinformation became gospel to an entire generation of witches and spiritualists and paranormal seekers, and continues to be viewed as such to this day, to the point that even though we know the VERY mundane and non-satanic origins of things like Ouija boards and poppets, these things are automatically viewed as open doors for demons by most people you'd ask on the street or social media.

If you ever want a fun bingo night or drinking game, watch a few episodes and spot all the Warren Bullshit, Satanic Panic talking points, and complete ignorance of things like mental health problems and families that don't know how to communicate. If you're feeling brave, pick an episode that deals with witches, magic, or curses. Also, MST3k that shit with friends or provide color commentary, it's a riot.

[rhiezus]

i can't believe you have that picture on your wall. // zyian x sobin

bringing a guy to her room wasn't on her first list of doings when dating this so-called guy, not because she was ashamed of the pictures on her walls or the stuffed animals and comfy cushions on the bed but because her parents wouldn't allow that to happen if she wasn't at least married to him. and this wasn't even her room anymore, for a long time now actually. it was the room of the girl she used to be and tucked inside a backpack and some luggage to live a in dorm with a thousand other girls who might as well have a room just like hers — full of dreams and ambitions to be on someone's wall to someday. these decorations didn't even compare to the ones in the dorm, but it wasn't like zyian would ever be invited to see them. maybe he could catch some glimpses in a video on youtube or a live of theirs if he ever saw one, but she wasn't going to give him any hope of that knowing how strict their managers are.

and this guy was different for two reasons. first being that he was practically part of the family since her sister and her brother decided to unify in matrimony. which explains why no one would give them a scolding for hiding in her room for a few minutes to get out of the craziness of the gathering once their families got together. second and most importantly (and equally embarrassing) was he being one of the guys in the pictures on the wall. right there under the two big pyd posters, was one of his group as well. she might argue that he was one of their best as a group, they never did have that teammate essence just as the other groups on her wall but damn they look good. they have a different kind of essence that's hard to find in a kpop group like ever and she used to be obsessed with their dance's as well. sobin lost count of how many nights she used to put her headphones on and her phone on the group, catching every move. her mind was as alive as her memory, she could still perform it just as well as she did when she first decorated them probably even better than the owners of the movements themselves — honestly, it wasn't that hard.

"well, it is undeniably the best comeback. just the concept, the title track... and that shot! like who is doing this? no one." she teased, but she was sincere and letting just a taste of the fangirl that she is. sobin couldn't hold back who she was just to appeal to a hot guy, especially if this hot guy in question was one of your favorite idols and probably the most handsome guy you ever met in person. — except maybe for dino and pilkyu, oh and hyuntae! definitely hyuntae. they bonded over her admiration for him and her overall necessity to know everything about him. saying it like that it might as well say she was crazy and annoying, but there was an adorable concept behind that interest that made zyian fall for her inquisitive talks and her quirky and not-so-subtle flirting. "you can't even compare it. it's unfair." unfair in the sense that they had a shitty company and a half-baked dream of making easy money, but she wouldn't touch that scar unless zyian brought it up and he did constantly, pointing out that picture was already arguing how ridiculous she was for believing it. yet she didn't care, if she didn't wish on a group like theirs she wouldn't have trained to be on a group of her own and wouldn't also have the opportunity to kiss his lips instead of the cold paper on the wall. the reality was far better than the fantasy, that's why sobin would never stop dreaming.

[sugarcombsw]

Nate Hardy - The Warehouse

warnings: Smut, pet names, female reader, being called a slut (but just a little bit), not proof read and also English is not my first language so yeah.

Being Sam and Colby since the old high-school days meant only one thing, going exploring everywhere possible the old warehouse at this point is a spot that you know like the palm of your hand.

And here were you again, crossing the field with the boys and Nate, Colby and Sam both had cameras on they hands recording everything for the YouTube after no being there for a while, everyone now weren't so busy and the hell week of 2022 was just over, it was the perfect time for a break from all the haunted stuff but apparently the boys had different idea.

“Wow guys, it feels like I haven't been here since forever but at the same time everything here it's just like it used to be, as if nothing changed at all” Colby said to his camera as he was showing the place around.

“Do you guys remember when we forgot y/n here, and we had to come all the way back here to find her crying on the floor while eating chips?” Sam said while slightly smiling.

“I still have that picture on my phone to this day” Nate said with a big smile on his face, making him look even more adorable than he already is, the crush you had for Nate was a secret you kept to yourself since the day you guys met, besides the fact he had a girlfriend, they ended up breaking up last year but you still didn't do any move towards him, since you knew he didn't felt the same and you didn't want to fuck up a good friendship you guys had.

“I don't know why I keep hanging out with you guys, I just get bullied by all of you everytime” you said while entering the warehouse meanwhile the boys were chuckling behind you.

>>>> time skip <<<<

You guys have been in the warehouse for over one hour by now, it's a miracle the neighbors didn't call the cops yet, all four of you were sitting on the roof and just got done eating your snacks while watching the last few rays of sunshine disappear as the darkness of the night started to take over, the boys decided it was time to go back down and finish the video.

As all of you got to the second floor, and were just chatting a bit with the flashlights on, you all heard a really loud bang followed by voices, that's when Nate got to your side in a more protective way, Sam told to everyone turn off the flashlights and that's exactly what you did, you guys stayed quiet for a bit just waiting, the voices were sounding nearby a few boys and few girls it was all that you knew, kinda of a large group compared to the one you were in.

After a few minutes being quiet, Sam started to make a plan to get out of there without being caught, but apparently not everything goes as planned. All four of you were together leaving as quiet as you could be, but then someone in the other group heard the shuffling around and decided to shine they flashlight at you guys, and that's when Colby told everyone to run, not being as fit as they boys were you couldn't keep with they pace and was being left behind, all you heard was Nate tell Sam and Colby to not worry about you and him, then all you saw was Nate stopping on his tracks to go back to you, as soon as he held you hand he pulled you to his right and kept running to that direction, making the group that was following you guys get confused where to go but soon enough they also got separated so now two of them were following you and Nate.

Nate didn't stopped running for a second while holding you hand tight but not to much to the point that it was hurting you, he kept changing directions while running and you guys got this big room, inside this room there was another door and when Nate Checked the door it led to a small room but spacious enough for the two of you, without paying much attention you got inside with you back turning to the door and Nate got inside right after you did, remember that the room was spacious enough? forget that your chest was now pressing against Nate's chest while the door closed behind him, it was partially dark and you only knew how close he was to you because you could feel his breath on your face, you were now getting drunk by his wooden scent surrounding you. Your breath hitched a bit and you heard Nate whisper “are you okay?” to which you answered a quick yes.

You felt his hand on your mouth as soon as the two of you heard footsteps on the other side of the room at the same time you felt his free hand on you waist and his thumb stroking the skin under you shirt which caused goosebumps on you. After awhile things got quiet but none of you got out yet just wanting to make sure it was actually safe, and that's when you felt something slightly touch your ankle which caused you to turn around, since there wasn't enough space and turned around pretty quickly, you tried to ajust yourself better by moving around trying to get a little bit more comfortable with your back against Nate chest this time and that's when you felt Nate's hand slide around your waist with a strong grip as he whispered in your ear “Y/n please stop moving”.

“What? why Nate?” you asked was you were a bit confused, and that's when you felt his girth pressed against your ass as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “That's why y/n, that's the fucking reason why.” he whispered in your ear and only that was enough to make you hold back a moan, you felt one of his hand put your hair to the side giving slow kisses and bites to your neck, you put your head on his shoulder giving him more access, which he took as a sign to keep going further, you couldn't even fully believe what was happening there between the two of you, you had a crush on Nate for so long but never thought something like this would ever happen.

Getting a bit tired of all the kisses and bites on your neck, you turned around to face Nate your eyes trying to trace every part of his beautiful features, seeing all the small details you loved so much but see the lust in his eyes was definitely your favorite in this moment right here. No need to think twice you just pulled Nate by the back of his neck smashing your lips together you didn't had the dominance of the kiss for too long since Nate pressed you back against the wall behind you, entering your lips with his tongue which you gladly gave permission for him, it was definitely a messy kiss but gosh it was so hot the way your bodies were moving against each other as if neither of you couldn't have enough of each other, Nate traced down to neck and you could bet that he was making sure people would know who you belong to showing to you that your pretty boy could be possessive with some things. Nate was quick to take off your shirt and having your bra to follow the same fate as your shirt, he could barely see you in the darkness of the room so he decided to turn on both of your flashlights and he swore the view of your red kinda swollen lips for the previous rough kiss you shared, the need in your eyes and your round and perky tits drove him insane and that was enough to make him grab you left boob while his mouth work wonders on the right one, all you were able to do was to pull his hair while softly whimpering.

“Nate I don't think we have much time for that, the boys will be super worried, we have to quickly.” You still don't know how you managed to say a full sentence for the man in front of you, he only gave you a smirk and told you to be as quiet as possible, he slid your pants down and turned you around making you face the wall while he slightly bend you over, you couldn't see what he was doing but could hear him getting rid of his pants and opening some package you assumed was a condom, after that you felt one of his hand slide in between your legs touching your aching bud which caused you to let out a loud moan, you didn't realized how much you needed that man to touch you more and be inside of you until that moment. “Be quiet sweetheart, we don't want unnecessary attention right now, right?” you couldn't answer that not even if you tried so all you did was nod to him, he held your hip with one of his hand while the other was holding his large dick, Nate was an idiot for all the teasing he was doing by sliding his tip up and down on your folds and you thought he was finally gonna put it in but he only put his tip to soon put it out.

“Nate please, I need you so much right now, please Nate please…” Nate chuckled at how desperate you were and how of a dumb slut you looked begging him to fuck you right there, but you were his little dumb shut and his only, finally he buried his dick deep inside of you causing both of you to moan, with his now free hand he was able to make sure you wouldn't make any loud noises, he covered you mouth with his hand beginning to rock his hips against yours, your head falling back against his neck and at this point you were definitely not holding back any sound coming from your mouth, you were lucky that the sounds were muffled by his hand, Nate started to suck on your neck again making the light red marks become a darker color, you were close enough by now and Nate knew that by the way you were squeezing him “Come on baby, just let it go okay, cum for me y/n” his moves now becoming more sloppy while both of you came together with Nate moaning your name making you wish you could hear more of the sound of your name slipping from his lips.

With the two of you panting, he slipped out of your pussy and got rid of the condom, both of you were quick to put your clothes back on and since none of you heard any sort of noises out there you two decided it was ok to go, Nate first checked the other room by opening the door and seeing nobody was there he grabbed you hand making you follow right behind him, both of you made it out of the warehouse and met up with Sam and Colby by the trails of the train, the boys asked if you guys were fine and both of you said yes and all four of you decided to go home, but of course our little observer boy aka Colby noticed the marks on you neck and couldn't help but make fun of you, “Hey y/n are you sure you're fine?” “yeah Colby, why?” “Oh, nothing just the marks on you neck that make it look like you were attacked by a vampire.” “You're so funny Colby” you said shaking you head with a smile on your face and your cheeks with a light blush, while Nate was holding your hand with a prideful smile pasted over his face.

[angrybatart]

Sarmenti not wearing the Jester outfit drawings! Not as pleased with how the first one came out, because of that headband, but the second one was an improvement. Ah, so young and naive.

Not what he signed up for.

I couldn't find any good reference pictures or screenshots of Sarmenti as he appears in the Shrine of Reflection (or whatever it's called). So I had to look up YouTube videos and take my own screenshots.

Not really the greatest either. So I apologize if I messed up anywhere on his clothes. Also pretty sure his headband is two different colors.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Since i know you LOVE the man...

What creepypastas (or internet horror) interests Medic? Give us all the details about how he interacts with that media hehe

Medic and Creepypastas!

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What a way to break up the absolute trauma this man has been going through on my blog.

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Spoilers for these Creepypastas, probably. The Russain Sleep Experiment, Eyeless Jack, Candle Cove, and SmileDog.exe

ALSO TWS: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, GORE, VIOLENCE, AND DEATH

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As for interacting with creepypastas, he's so medical with it. He's analyzing it from every angle. He can't actually understand the horror because most of the things that would scare us is just fascinating to Medic. Also, I think he once tried to enter the fandom and was horrified lmao.

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His first introduction to creepypasta was the Russian Sleep Experiment. (Is this anyone else's gateway drug? It was mine, lmao) He was probably looking up youtube videos of the most disturbing experiments for fun, or to see if he could attempt any of them, and then he saw that one fucking picture. Instant click. Even though he realized instantly that it was a work of fiction, he continued to watch the video, finding himself insanely interested in the story. Debating the logistics in his head and noting down the most interesting parts. Figures he could make a type of gas with chemicals designed to keep people awake, even make it better so no one goes batshit insane. Ultimately, he decided against it, as he couldn't risk the team ripping open their body's or their skin falling off in sheets. It'd be more effort than it's worth. Imagine the mess he'd have to clean up! He's only one man after all.

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Eyeless Jack confused him. Sure, it's a fictional story, but how could a person, fictional or otherwise, bot wake up during such an invasive procedure. Let alone not bleed out due to a general lack of surgery skills. Does understand the want to eat human organs. He's just a little curious, you know? So he can't blame a guy for eating peoples kidneys. Even though he figures that's not the best organ to eat due to its functions, buts that's neither here nor there. May or may not have asked the mercs to volunteer for a little test of sorts while they were sleeping. No one accepted his offer. But a few might be convinced by some sly offers of being pocketed for the next few fights, judging my the screaming coming from one of the mercs room.

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Candle Cove is an interesting thought experiment to him. He wonders through the entire story if it was simply a case of a shared memory, people thinking they remember something, or if the characters were just lying. He wanted to test this, figuring that a small bit of psychological trickery was okay. He wanted to see if people would latch onto the idea of Candle Cove being real. Subtly brings it up, not being too shocked when Scout is the first one to question if he ever saw the show, claiming it seemed familiar. Eventually, the others followed. Medic sat in the corner, watching them taking notes as they debated the finer details. Eventually, the other mercs noticed he wasn't adding to the conversation despite being the one to bring it up.

"Oh, ja, I lied it's not real. I just wanted to test a theory. Danke, for proving my theory, goodbye now." And he just leaves. The other mercs have a moment of being baffled and concerned at the fact that they had just made fake memories. Memories they actually believed. They hope Medic doesn't try this again.

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SmileDog.exe would honestly be Medic's pet if he was a real. But alas, he can only go off the story. He wonders if the image could really affect people in the way claimed. That image could strike someone so deeply that they find themselves seeing it all the time. He's a little ashamed to admit he stared at the photo for a good hour to see if it would appear in his dreams. He was disappointed to find it didn't. He finds it laughable that people wouldn't just share the picture of Smile Dog to save themselves from death. It seems like a simple solution. Even if it is prank mail, the second he starts seeing it everywhere, he'd forward the message. (He wouldn't, I think he'd actually rather die than ruin his reputation by sending chain emails, lmao)

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Sorry if this is more along the lines of "He wouldn't fucking do that!" Concidering Medic isn't doing a whole lot of testing on his teammates, and I know a lot of people think he would have just done them, but I think he values the consent and sometimes the mental and physical wellness of his teammates. Sure he'll put them in some pain for a surgury of two, but he'd never directly ignore them saying no to one of his experiments. At least I think so.

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Uh, I hope you like this! I actually haven't thought about creepypastas in a while 😭 I kinda miss that time in my life, but at the same time, it was so bad, lmao. Sorry it's not super long, and might not have been exactly what you were asking for, but I was super excited to write this and I'm super glad it's done!

Working through asks! Uh, the Mercs losing a close friend on the battlefield is next, then some other asks. I'm sorry for the long pauses in between!

[theliterarywolf]

Hey look, I get it, it's frustrating to see all that drama about the MLP debacle revolving around porn. You're tired of it, lord knows you're right to feel that way

But dude, me and you are nearly the same age so I'm pretty sure you remember way back when on YouTube how stupid easy it was for kids to stumble upon those gory shock cartoons of the ponies

Like the one literally drawn exactly in the shows style? With Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash dancing?? To this day that video is still not age restricted

The derpy hooves one where her head is smashed with an anvil???

Or hotdiggydemons .mov series where he intentionally drew it to look bright, colorful and eye catching?

You couldn't even google their stupid fucking names without seeing gross fetish porn of the technicolor horses and half the shit is still visible even with safe search on!

I get what you're saying that some of those kids should've been monitored better, but at the end of the day, most of the fandom comprised of grown ass adult men who should've done better at hiding that awful shit

for Christ's sake the fandoms of Steven Universe and Undertale had a tagging system for their adult works!

See, on the one hand I would agree with you...

But, as per my personal experience? Way back when in the brony days, I had to go out of my way to find the particularly heinous shite. I had to go out of my way to figure out why everyone kept recoiling from the term 'Chrysalis.SWF'

The first time I saw the Derpy Hooves anvil thing was in a Saberspark video.

I didn't even really find out about things like the infamous Rainbow Dash jar or the Lyra plushie until years later after they had broken containment and had a bunch of reaction channels talking about them to say 'bronies are gross and cringe, lol'

(Which, I'm not going to lie, both of those instances were pretty damn gross and cringe)

You couldn't even google their stupid fucking names without seeing gross fetish porn of the technicolor horses and half the shit is still visible even with safe search on!

That's EVERY FANDOM, THOUGH! Have you tried looking up Lucy Loud? Gardevoir? Any of the core Super Mario cast (which, with the advent of the movie, Lord help any kid whose parents just hand them a phone to shut them up) Hermione Granger?

Hell, for all that they were 'controversial', I never saw actual pages/art for 'Ask Molestia' and 'Lil Miss Rarity' until I joined tumblr.

And the Brony Fandom at least had Safe Search Wrap-Up, so there was a conscientious effort to keep NSFW content away from lax filters and vulnerable minors.

But do you know why for as much fucked up content was going around, not just for MLP but for other kid-friendly IP fandoms too, I only found out about the bulk of it later or after digging for it?

Because I was raised with basic internet safety. Don't go clicking on every video/picture just because they look like something you're familiar with.

I agree that, even in the current year, that appropriate tagging is a problem. However, the other glaring maw in the situation is people thinking that the internet is people acting like they can just treat it like a family fun-zone when, really, it isn't. And that includes some of what you would think are the most mundane things: like kid-friendly IPs or vague everyday items.

...Seriously, I am this close to just nuking 'Food' from my trending tab list because every time I scroll down to it on Twitter, it's filled with a dozen D-tier E-Thots shoving their tits into the camera or bending over 90 degrees, going 'Can I be your lunch, uwu~?'

[camelcasebestcase]

crafting asks: 5, 6, 11!

5. anything you have made that you hated?

I once knitted a sleeveless cardigan out of leftover yarn of several colours with large seed stitch diamonds that just turned out super disappointing. It took forever, was boring to knit, and when finished was a little bit too small for me. I ended up donating it.

6. anything you made that you loved?

I love most of the things I've made, so I took a picture of some hightlights.

The first thing I knit (apart from some practice squares that are lost to time), at age 16-17 (it took that long lol), was a 3 meter 4th doctor scarf. I would even work on it between classes at school. You can see where I started, because there's a bunch of dropped stitches there, and one botched colour change, and on the other end my knitting had become so much more even. I couldn't get all the colours from the same brand, so I went to different shops and bought all kinds of different yarns - that's why the edge is so wobbly, there's a lot of different weights!

It looks decent and it taught me so much, I'll always cherish it for that reason, though I rarely wear it anymore because it's impractical.

The sweater is from 2021. Kind of a 10 years of knitting anniversary! It's pure wool (A sheep and alpaca blend if I recall correctly) and very warm. I don't love the cold, but I love that I can wear this sweater when it's cold! It's part of why I often have to turn up the heat a bit for guests in winter... I used a standard drops sweater pattern for the shape of the sweater, and came up with the colour pattern myself. The collar is kinda improvised, but I like how it turned out. I love working with colours, thought recently I have been branching out into doing more with cables too. I calculate how many stitches I have, figure out whether I can divide that by something like 16 or 20, and then draw out patterns until I find something I like on 5 mm paper.

I carved the symbol into the prayer bench when I volunteered in Taizé, a religious community in France which organizes retreats for particularly young people. It's my rendition of the orange origami boat, the symbol of the German pro-refugee movement (I don't think it's used as much anymore). Before I was in Taizé, I volunteered in a women's center for refugees in Greece for half a year. Nowadays my pro-refugee activities mostly consists of donating. If you want to help, considering donating to action for women, offene arme, equal rights beyond borders if you want to support the small organizations whom I have personally seen doing amazing work, or doctors without borders if you prefer an org with a wider scope who also does great work there.

The potholders are the first and so far only thing I quilted- they are completely hand-quilted from thrifted fabrics, and I love how they turned out. I now have a sewing machine, and yesterday a friend got it to work, so there's gonna be a lot of quilting in my future I hope!

The shirt is bought, but I embroidered the flowers with perl cotton. I had done some cross-stitch before, but this was the firs time I did this kind of embroidery. I based the flowers on the drawings of the herbs in pathologic 2, and used some instructional videos on youtube to figure out how to stitch them.

11. best thing about [your craft] is?

I mostly knit, but what I like in any craft is to make things that are are both pretty and can be used. And I can make exactly what I want! Of course, with literally *all* of these, there are things that could be improved. With everything I make, I reflect on what I made before, and change how I do it. But while everything I make is flawed, it's already great for just existing. It's fun to make things, and it's fun to use things I have made. The options are endless.

[paintedhyenadogs]

Err, snippet of chapter 2 of my fic (a Homelander/Self Insert OC/ Soldier Boy fic)

Warnings for: Misgendering, casual use of the F-slur (by Soldier Boy), internalised homophobia, Homelanders god complex reaching the peak of all peaks, Milk fixation completely unrelated to Homelander.

(tell me if there are any warnings I should have added but have missed here)

It had been about 5 hours since their interaction amd Half-Hound hasn't come down again. If he didn't choose the room beside the stairs, he probably wouldn't have noticed as easily as he did. Everything that was left out during their earlier "discussion" hadn't been put back into the freezer or pantry. "He hasn't eaten yet?" He thinks, as he begins to take the items on the counter to their respective places, glancing at the clock all the while. As he opens the fridge, he finds himself amused by the sheer amount of dairy in it. The amount of milk in the damn thing was insane, with cheese coming in second to it. He grabs a carton of milk, full cream, as he drinks straight from the box.

He wipes the residue from his mouth, now with the cockiness his self grew to know. If he didn't want to eat it wasn't his issue, he's not the one starving. He could care less about that sensitive wuss! What, couldn't take a compliment? I mean what kind of a guy-

He doesn't care! Oh course he doesn't , it's absurd to think he would, but he still goes to check on Half-Hound, cracking open the door and peering through the small crevice. Soldier Boy rolls his eyes, shutting the door quietly as he turns to leave. Half-Hound was asleep, back turned to the door, tail tucked between his legs and hugging a long pillow as his animal like legs kicked it periodically. He was fine! Of course he- she would be. Why wouldn't she be? She can handle herself just fine! Not like he doubted that or was worried. He just wanted to make sure. It's good to check if your coworker was alive, you never know.

He spends the rest of his time navigating the television. Modern times were very obviously different, for one, it doesn't seem like this one had cable and if it did, he didn't know how to access it. He fiddled awhile with the remote, ending up on something called Youtube. He leaned back into the couch, and sighed. It would have to do. It looked like a bunch of pictures, with their titles right beside them.

"I only eat pink food for a day!"

"Supes bad? It's a bit complex."

"Takoyaki party! Spicy Cheese Garlic Mayo Takoyaki Mukbang asmr"

What the fuck was he even reading? He pressed the arrow button pointing downward, leading him down to more pictures and titles. All of which were either confusing, absurd, intelligible, or boring, like one with a singular image of an outhouse, and some weird title referencing something called "shrek". Some of them looked downright gross, like cartoon characters shown with needles and lumps, with nonsensical titles. Every time he moves downward to more content, he's hit with the same confusion, disgust and boredom. Then he sees it.

"The Soldier Boy Story (1951) full movie free"

Full movie? He can watch that thing? How? It was just a picture of a scene in the movie from what he could see. "Need help?" Soldier Boy turned towards the kitchen. Half-Hound was standing in the kitchen, readying a pan and some ingredients. "Thanks for putting all my shit back by the way, I forgot," his voice was flat, Soldier Boy couldn't gleen much emotion from it. "So, do you need help?" Half-Hound asked once more. He took a second to study his face, which just like his voice, was a flat, stoic thing that he couldn't gleen much information from. "Sure,"

Half-Hound walked to where he sat, taking the remote and showing him the buttons. "So you've figured out up and down, so you use the left and right arrow keys to get to the video you want,". He talked to him like he was a child. Explaining things carefully and not to fast. It felt like he was being mocked. "Then just press ok, and bam, you can watch the video, again, just use the back button to go back to the front page, or exit the thing entirely," "Are you mocking me?" Half-Hound didn't even look at Soldier Boy. "No, not on purpose," he says, getting up and walking back to the kitchen. The way he walked back when he was apathetic was different than when he was mad, or whenever he felt some other emotion. To be honest, he's never seen his tail be so idle. No soft wagging sway, no bristled straightness, no soft curl on his leg. It bothered him, more so than he'd like to admit.

After that, other than the sound of the television playing his movie, Half-Hound and Soldier Boy didn't speak a word to eachother. He didn't enjoy the silence. back when he was no. 1, there was always talk, save for when he was dozing off of course, but the silence now just crept under his skin, it annoyed him. When he hears the door click open, only then did he see the first regular movement Half-Hound did, his right ear flicking as his head turned to look at the door.

"You two look swell," Butcher exclaimed sarcastically as he entered. Hughie could feel the tension as soon as he walked in. He knew something happened. "Also, you don't mind havin a few extra guests, ere, right?" Butcher asked, well not asked, more like stated, because as soon as Half-Hound turns to look at the door, he sees Kimiko, Frenchie and Annie, walk through the door. "Some of you have to share a room, and to clarify not a bed, because one of the guest rooms has a loft," Half-Hound rolled his eyes. He didn't care, really, but it would've been nice to be given a damn heads up atleast an hour earlier, he looked like shit, it was embarrassing.

"You've got a nice house," he heard Annie say. He could feel his ears perk up a little and his tail start to wag. "Thanks, uh, Hughie's staying in the room upstairs by the way, first door, right across mine," Half-Hound adds, turning his head to her and gesturing upstairs. "You know, I gotta ask, why get such a big house with so many rooms, if it's just-" she gestures at him with her hands "-you?". Half-Hound takes s few seconds to reply. "It's like my house back in Malaysia, 2 stories, 4 rooms. That's the only similarity they share though,". Annie smiled. "Do you miss it?" "Sometimes, but I left when I was around 16 to 17 to be a hero, so I can't really complain, hah," it's a fake chuckle he lets out. Annie picks up on it easily. "Well at least you're not caught up with Homelander directly," she groans, attempting to change the subject. "True, Im not. It's gotta be exhausting, right, how do you deal?" He smirks. Annie rolls her eyes, making an annoyed expression. "Ugh, like you won't fucking believe,"

It's been only a nearly two days, but hearing him laugh again felt like rain after a draught. The laughing was never with him, nor were the amused and exaggerated looks or strange over the top gestures. He wishes it was though, in some deep hidden part inside him, not like he'd ever admit it. He watches the sway of his wagging tail as he laughs and chats away with Annie. How his canines show when he laughs, and the subtle but more obvious expansion of his pupils while talking about something he particularly likes.

It's those same things he noticed when they first met. Though the first thing he heard him say was-

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

One of them exclaims, seeing the, known dead, Soldier Boy, in the flesh, in front of him. Soldier Boy watches as the boy turns to the man, Butcher. He saw his tail straighten and the stripe of fur on part of his neck stand upright. "You didn't tell me he was fuckin alive?! Nor that he was our WEAPON!" He barks, his teeth out on full display, an instinctual move to show, aggression, in this situation. When he turns back to look at him, Soldier Boy sees his ears drop slightly, looking embarrassed and skittish at the sight of him, his eyes looking him up and down for a fraction of a second. "Sorry, I forgot to mention it to ya, mate," Butcher says, patting the other on the shoulder. Half-Hound turns away, rolling his eyes. "You-you go deal with whatever you have to deal with, I will be a safe distance away,". He later recalls thinking how good of an idea that was, considering what happened later.

He would later come to know the boy, as Half-Hound. A D-list hero some how caught up with killing this Homelander guy. His first impressions of him were simple. He was a skittish, sometimes brash, guy. Though really only brash and rude with Butcher, he got along well with Hughie.

"You know, I thought fags were all girly and shit," he stated, causing Half-Hound to give him a look of disgust. "What the fuck man, how'd you even figure out I liked men?" Soldier Boy laughed. "I saw you eyein' me up the first time we met,". He saw his ear twitch for the first time then. "Don't call me a fag, you can't just say that shit, it's not the olden times no more," he growls. "Easy there, doggy," He puts his hands up in a mocking gesture of submission. He liked this one.

[More Soldier Boy having gay ass thoughts abt Half-Hound]

[Insert random outing they have to go for before the Herogasm happens]

-

Meanwhile, Homelander sits in his house. There's this feeling in his gut, it's an annoying feeling. People say that love feels like nervousness, butterflies in your stomach! If that's true, he's either been hit with some mutated love bug or some sick supe only illness. All over some skittish, and some what brash, low tier, no name hero who spends all his time searching for people. No one has ever declined the offer to join The Seven! No one! Except that stupid fucking mutt! Does he think he's better than them? Hah! Better than the best? He must be delusional!

Remembering the wild animal like eyes of his flash when he started arguing about the violence stuff, Homelander felt his heart skip a beat. He liked it, how though Half-Hound was afraid, and cautious, he could see the slight shine of his canines. He had big teeth, he remembers. Not like dog teeth, like wolf teeth, or some crazy big wolf thing. His heart leaped again. He wants to see those teeth put to work, covered in blood on gore of some poor sad sap in the woods. Why choose to just run around playing hide and seek with humans, when he could be better? When he could show them what it means to piss off a rabid dog who has the teeth to put them into a torturous mutilated state? He definitely was like no other, truly, he felt like he just needed a push. A push to his true potential! He just doesn't realise it yet.

It's not love he's feeling, no. It's foresight, or something of the sort... Prophecy! It's a prophecy! Half-Hound simply needs a bit of prodding before he reaches his true destiny! After all, he's the perfect mad dog to use to keep people in line in case anything happens to Noir! It's great, it's wonderful! It's perfect! It makes sense after all, those stories with mythical gods always had some sort of prophecy in its tales right? It made sense he'd get one too, he's a god! America's homegrown god!

[mistydeyes]

I’m not sure if this is the correct way to ask for a mw3 pairing, if it’s not the correct way then I’m sorry. I’m also sorry that this ask will be so long..

Appearance

. Red hair, shoulder length, feathery layers with bangs, waves that curl( ?)

. 5’3

.Green eyes

.Fair skin and freckles

. Nails are most often painted black

Personality

.INFJ-T

.introvert

.Anxious

.shy with ppl I don’t know but I open up after awhile of knowing the person and that’s when I can actually relax and have fun

.not smart in the math category or anything like that

.puts other people before me, no matter how much I want something or whatever, the person I love will always come first

.gets overwhelmed easily in crowds or in places with loud noises or bright lights

.night owl, literally nothing helps me go to sleep anymore lol

.overthinker

.willing to try anything at least once

.tries to be nice to everyone even if they have done me wrong

.very oblivious when it comes to ppl flirting with me

.prefers staying in then going out but if I’m comfortable enough with the person who wants to go out I’ll be happy to go with them

Things I like

.bones and different oddities

.Old things

. Any iceberg video over something disturbing, something I can watch for hours over something I find interesting

.horror movies that make me think

.cats

.ancient history and archaeology

.museums and aquariums

.metal/rock music

What I like in a Partner

.someone older, taller, and stronger than me, i like it when I can feel protected and safe

.someone who has strong opinions cause I have hard time making decisions

.someone who doesn’t yell often or someone who isn’t loud cause loud noises stress me out

.I do like the mysterious and edgy types I can’t help myself

.someone who enjoys the same music I do

Future Aspiration

. I would like to be a forensic psychologist <3 or something similar

Simon "Ghost" Riley

How you met: Military Your time in the military was unconventional. While most people would picture you all geared up in the heat of battle, you had a different image of your time. Instead, you sat in a private office helping soldiers and their families following retirement from the army. You loved your job, your forensic psychology degree had trained you to do many things but you found this to be the most satisfying. As you looked at your next soldier for the day, you realized it was the famous Captain Price. He entered your office soon after, followed by three men. "Um, I thought I was seeing John Price today?" you asked confused. "Here to support, ma'am. Want to make sure our Captain is all set!" one of the shorter men with a mohawk replied. You gestured for them to get comfortable as you began to ask Price what he needed before returning home and provided him with a plan to stay active and happy. The whole time you lectured him, you couldn't help but notice a man with a signature ghost mask listening to your every word. You heard whispers about how he was handsome underneath it which you now believed seeing how his eyes sparkled in the afternoon light. With your last few words, you dismissed the men. The ghost masked soldier was the last to leave and he turned to you saying, "You do good work doc, we need more people like you."

A peek into your relationship: "Why do you watch this crap again?" Ghost asked as you were glued to another disturbing films iceberg video. You were settled comfortably in your bed, him with a book and you with your Youtube videos. You paused the ramblings of Wendigoon to answer your partner. "Because it's interesting," you responded before he laughed and placed a kiss on your forehead. "You're an odd one, love" he said. "You didn't say that when I brought our two kittens home" you replied defensively, now turning to face him. "Ah that's right, there is a reason I picked you," he joked before giving you a more loving kiss. "Mhmm now let me get back to this, I wanna see what's at the bottom" you said triumphantly before Ghost returned to his book, loving his life with his unique significant other.

[silver-heller]

Huh, there's a letter...🔞

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[luckstreetboy]

ok so while i was in the shower i remembered how exactly i got acquainted with the naritaverse

it's a story spanning almost half a decade if you can believe it

OK SO let's snap back to 2016. picture the scene. you got an argentinian child living in another country browsing the internet on his asus laptop. he's on spanish meme page Cuanto Cabrón (a page that most certainly degenerated in the years that followed). he searches anime memes.

he finds one that piques his interest. the meme spoke: "headless horsemen in the west: *image of a headless horseman from a disney movie or something* headless horsemen in japan: *image of a scantily-clad headless horseman monster girl*"

the boy was interested in where the anime girl came from so he searched up, and i quote "anime with headless horseman girl" and he stumbled upon Durarara!!, which did interest him even if it was not what he was looking for.

he mentioned this in the undertale wiki chat he used to frequent, mistakenly writing its name as Dorarara!! and asking if it was any good. he got answers and promptly never watched it

in 2017, he saw videos of his favorite youtuber in which he was using an IKEBUKURO DULLAHANS t-shirt which seemed familiar to him and that's when he remembered about what he saw a year prior. (the boy still looks for the t-shirt in this plane of existence)

fast forward to 2018. now two years older, the boy was starting to get interested in anime again, and he remembered the existence of Durarara!! "fun!" he said. "let's download crunchyroll and watch it there!"

and so, he did. he downloaded the crunchyroll ps4 app and sat through at least half of DRRR!!'s first season (at the very least, until The Numbers scene) bearing with the ungodly amounts of ads crunchyroll had until he could bear no more. there was a couple he remembered as being given special attention in that scene and a posterior episode, but he couldn't quite picture their faces.

two years and the start of a pandemic later, the boy stumbled across one of his favorite fortnite youtubers posting a video on twitter that was the opening of an anime with JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind characters. the teen, a fake JoJo fan, of course decided to watch it inmediately as Golden Wind was his supposed favorite part

he inmediately fell in love. he needed to see the source of this. and he found it. Baccano!. he was certain he'd heard of it sometime, maybe on ProZD's rating waifus videos he thinks now. and so, he hopped onto his Totally Legal Anime Streaming Service of choice and watched the entire 16 episodes in low quality and with fansubs.

he was utterly dizzy in love with it

he researched more and more about the series until he found out that it was connected to Durarara!!, and so decided "hey, it'd be a good time to actually watch it this time."

he reached The Numbers scene. and suddenly, he screamed like Light Yagami did when he recovered his memories in Death Note. so THEY were the couple! he knew them all along!

and well, one day he decided "hey, i should read the novels. i need more of this shit."

and well, the rest is history.

[wiltingg4rden]

you seem too good to be true…my heart is beating and I’m blushing while typing, just because I’m nervous, thinking about what you’re gonna reply. I’m scared you won’t like me but why do I feel that way?? ૮ ´∩∩` ა I usually don’t feel anything while I talk with potential darlings, even when I try to make myself believe it, but stalking your profile made me feel so many things…affection, joy, empathy, sadness, anger, jealously, connection but especially curiosity <33 >< what do I have to do to make you mine? Please tell me, I mean it !! I want to be online with you 24/7 and just listen to your rambles and hear your sweet laugh…I bet it would sound like honey tastes <33 I want to spam you with messages all day and always make sure I reassure you and cherish everything you share with me constantly <33 I want you to send me pictures and videos of everything and anything <33 I can take care of you. I can make you happy my love, I promise. I want to be all you think about and you be all I think about <33 I want to reply to all of your posts and show you off as my possession and obsession but I have to make sure I’m not just falling for another fantasy first…fuck…all that because your post made me smile >< most people secretly piss me off with their distant act and boring personalities but you’re different…you made me smile <333 you give me just enough hints to spark my fire and you asked so nicely for attention >< I know I’m the one for you and you for me, don’t proof me wrong please…show me more of you please tell me more about you!! for example, what’s your favourite color? who is your favourite artist? what petnames do you like? what are your limits? did anything make you smile today? your current top 3 songs? any show, movie or book you like a lot? <33 I need to know if you’re the one my heart has been aching for please…I hope you are so dearly…I want to fall for you slowly but recklessly and dedicate my life to understanding and loving your mind and body <33

if you want my love all I need is yours my darling

I’m usually a very organised typer so I apologise for this mess of a love letter ahh I just felt like I should hurry up to make sure nobody steals you…you seem so precious and kind…I’ve been looking for a soft darling for so long and I really hope you may be interested but you can always tell me to fuck off /srs /gen

-💌

Ahh!! My first anon and it's so sweet.. This flustered me so much more than I'd like to admit. You're very cute, anon <3

I do have some other accounts, I'm sure you'd be able to find them, dear. ;3 There's a lot more of me online than just this blog!

As for your questions.. this is exciting!

(did you guys know you could put the read mores on mobile now. this is so fucking awesome)

×My favorite color is yellow, but pink is a close second.

×My favorite artist changes a lot (musically and just like. Physical art), so I couldn't say right now who I liked the best!

×I love most pet names, but I think my favorites are dear, love, baby- generic but I melt!

×I don't have any hard limits, if we're talking sfw 😇

×Your ask made me smile! I think it's the first thing that did, actually. My friends are all sleeping right now and I had a lousy wake up, so thank you <3

×My current top 3 songs!! I love music so much this is a hard question.. I think number 1 is Rotten Girl Grotesque Romance, BUT a specific cover on YouTube that uses Len V2 (don't get me started on vocaloid i don't shut up). Number 2 is Oyasumi. (gulu gulu), and I think number 3 is gonna be Cannibal Queen (Miniature Tigers)!

×I recently got into this older anime called The Betrayal Knows My Name. It's so cheesy but I think it's so cute! I don't watch a lot of movies, but I adore Angel Egg. Angel's Egg? Something like that. It's so beautifully done, I fanboy over it every time I watch it.

So, 💌, I wanna hear your answers to the same questions!! Tell me about yourself too!