#I know I'm a bit late to the party but I am still proud to show them off

[norameld]

I'm a bit late posting this here, but I'm very proud of my space marine custom chapter, the Pride Defiant. My next video is the lore behind these, and how I painted them. I painted them based on the trans and pan flags, thanks to the fabulous marines project for last month, I recommend looking into it if you're queer and into 40k.

Either way, I'm super proud of them!

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Warm Bodies

Astarion walks in on a gift you were secretly making for him.

Pairing: Astarion x GN Tav

Warnings: none really? Some fluff and teensy bit of angst if you squint hard enough.

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I know nothing about making clothes so if something is super off...I apologize lol. I do not approve of my work being copied or shared without my permission.

REMINDER: my inbox is open for requests!

As you ripped the seam from the thick, cotton top you were working on, you whistled quietly and bit your lip. It was late, and you were exhausted, but you were also in a just one more thing... type of concentration, so you decided not to fight it and to continue working.

Buttons were scattered across your lap, hastily discarded from the two other shirts you had worked on earlier in the evening. They rattled around as you squinted your eyes, making sure your handy work was good as you went. It must have been late - maybe 1 or 2 AM - so you gave yourself the hard stop after you finished taking apart this garment.

"Darling, I noticed your lamp light is still on...what are you doing in here so late?" A melodic voice slipped into your tent as the tent flap gently opened and closed just as quickly. Gasping, you turned around and immediately tried to hide your project.

Astarion stood, a hand on his hip and a smirk playing on his lips. "Oooh...what is this, sweetheart?" He stepped closer, peering down on the pile of clothes in front of you. You frantically waved your arms, trying to cover as much as your project as you could.

"Nothing! Nothing, I promise. Just...something." You cleared your throat nervously and stood, the buttons on your lap clattering to the ground. Both you and Astarion watched the buttons fall, and stared at them on the ground. At the same time, both of your heads snapped up and he was smiling.

"I caught you doing something," Astarion said, matter-of-factly. "I caught you doing something...something secret? Which makes me want to know even more."

"No you have not. I'm just...mending some clothes. To see if Gale could use any of them for enchanting." Proud of yourself, you smirked back, crossing your arms. Astarion eyed you suspiciously then finally looked behind you at the pile.

"For an...enchantment?" He echoed, causing you to nod in agreement. "Then why does it look like you have 7,000 shirts back there?" He walked towards the pile, and after a quick examination, he picked up the shirt you were working on when he entered, "Gods, how many do you actually have? Is 75% of your Bag of Holding filled with pants?"

"I'm trying to help, and you're getting in the way! Go away!" You teased, pulling on his sleep shirt to get him to step back. He swatted you away gently and kept looking, gingerly picking pieces of clothes up. Once he started to unfurl the pile, knowledge dawned on him.

"...it's a blanket," He said simply, quietly. He started to spread the blanket out, holding it in his hands as if it was made of the world's most precious fabric, "It's beautiful. You did this?" He looked at you, his face unreadable.

You nodded, smiling at him. You stepped around him to investigate the unfinished work, "I had the idea at the Tiefling party to start, since you told me that night in camp you got cold with what you had. So I just...kept the clothes we all no longer needed and thought it would be a nice...surprise?" Suddenly embarrassed, you blushed and pursed your lips together, looking to the ground.

Astarion said nothing, but continued to rub the blanket between his fingers. The contrasting fabrics of the velvet cape and wool robe you stitched together made a soft rubbing noise as he moved his hand. You felt your heart speed up a tiny bit - Astarion was usually never quiet, so you didn't quite understand what was going on.

"...is that okay?" You finally asked, leaning down to his level. He swallowed and slowly looked at you, bringing the blanket to his chest.

"And it's for me?" He asked. You nodded again.

"Do you...like it? Is it...too much?" You sighed heavily and stared at the blanket again, "Gods, it's too much, yeah? I knew it would be. Just because you said you were cold doesn't mean that I needed to make you a blanket-"

"I love it." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. You stopped and looked at him, a smile erupting on your face.

"You do? You don't think it's....too much that I'm making this for you? You don't think I'm...weird?"

"Oh no, you're definitely weird," He said, gently putting the blanket back in its original spot, "I'm not negating that. But...you're also very kind," He looked at you and took your hand, standing you both up. For a moment, he held on to your hand before he hesitantly dropped it, "This is a wonderful gift. Thank you...I..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I have never been given a gift like this...at least, not in a long time. It means much more to me than you could know, that you did this for me."

You blushed, lacing your fingers between both of your own hands. "That...makes me glad. I'm glad you like it. It's not ready yet...a few more shirts should do the trick, though!" I gestured to the shirt I was working on earlier, "It'll be ready probably...in a few days? You'll definitely have it before we reach Baldur's Gate."

Astarion chuckled and nodded, "That is quite alright. Take all the time you need...I didn't expect a gift like this, so you are well within your right to take as much time as you want," Suddenly, he smiled, "Though I'm not an expert, I have made my fair shares of enhancements and such to clothing...the blanket is beautiful work. You should be proud."

You smile and shrug, searching his eyes. Very rarely do you ever get to see Astarion in a vulnerable mood, one where he doesn't mask himself with jokes and charm. You like it, and you feel special knowing that he doesn't have these types of conversations with everyone.

"Besides, it'll help Wyll get off my back whenever he rips his shirt or whatever," Astarion finally broke the air with a flick of the wrist, waxing annoyed about Wyll.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, allowing Astarion the safe space, but also allowing him to step back when it all got to be too much.

"Well...I'm glad you like it," You finally said, "I'll be happy to give it to you when it's finished. And I'm sure I'll also appreciate the extra space in my Bag of Holding."

Astarion bent down to pick up the scattered buttons, handing them off to you. He smirked and walked towards your tent entrance to leave. Suddenly he turned around and stared.

You looked up from the buttons and saw his face was soft, unusual. It almost seemed like Astarion didn't know what he was feeling, either. He waited a moment before he spoke.

"I meant it when I said I have never received a gift like this before. This means-" He stopped himself, swallowing audibly. He cleared his throat before he continued, "Well, this means a great deal to me, that you did this. You are a kind person..." His eyes were shimmering as he looked at you, leaving you a bit breathless.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget your kindness," He finally said, "Thank you...again." All you could do was smile and nod. Was he crying?

Astarion undid the laces on your tent flaps quickly and exited, closing it tightly behind him. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and placing the buttons on your side table, you sat on your bed, looking at the blanket. You replayed the conversation with Astarion in your head, and you started to smile. How wonderful was it, that you could effect someone so greatly with just a simple, kind gesture? You started to fold the blanket and gather the materials, placing them in a more organized pile in the corner of your tent.

It was time to sleep now, and even though you were completely awake 20 minutes ago, you suddenly felt hazy and sleepy, like you were in a dream.

As you drifted off to sleep that night, Astarion lied awake in his own, staring at the ceiling of his tent. He smiled and felt his own, thin blanket on top of his body. This entire adventure, he was disappointed in his sleeping accessories - blanket in particular, nothing ever made him feel safe, or warm. Though he longed from something heartier and more luxurious, he would never admit it out loud.

And yet, you somehow knew that a new blanket was something he wanted...possibly, even needed. Soon, he wouldn't have to worry about his shivering waking him up in the middle of the night.

That night, Astarion fell asleep, and though he was sure it was just a trick of the mind, he felt warmer than he had in weeks.

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Give it up for our favorite sassy tailor, Astarion everyone. I love Astarion fics where there isn't romance/sex involved...this man needs more FRIENDS.

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[hughesyodaddy43]

Pizza solves everything ⎸ L.H

pairings: bf! Luke x fem!reader. Platonic!Ethan Edwards and Mark Estapa x reader Genre: fluff warnings: angst?,mentions of cheating, stressed reader, exam season synopsis: Lukes girlfriend gets worked up over finals. Ethan and Mark attempt to make her feel better. requested?: yes word count: 3.1k authors note: I am not from America so i don't know how exams and schooling work over there, i hope this still makes sense. i gave reader a nickname, 'missy' and will probably use that name for future Luke fics.

You groan as you type on your computer, sitting at your desk with mindless tv playing in the background. You currently live in a tiny apartment with your best friend, Ethan. It's a two bedroom and can only really house two people before feeling cramped. However it is right next to Umich and is far more convenient than living in the dorms. 

You only started living with Ethan last year, after your previous roommate moved out and you needed someone to share utilities with. Seeming as though Luke was leaving for New Jersey and Ethan never left your house anyway - it seemed only logical that he started paying rent.

Having a boyfriend in the NHL is both a blessing and a curse, the blessing being the fact that your hot boyfriend is in the NHL and the curse being that everyone else thinks he is hot too. 

You never were the jealous type, or at least not before you saw all the girls that crowded Luke when he went to parties. Something in you cringed when you saw how awkward he got when denying girls, it was common that you'd have to step in otherwise that man would have just stood there like a statue the entire encounter. It wasn't like he would ever cheat on you, you were confident that he wouldn't. However when your hair is fitted to a much darker shade then the girls he interacts with, it's hard to not think about him wanting a more ‘conventional’ Hockey Girlfriend. 

Luke is always first to tell you he doesn't care about that stuff and you believe him, but when you haven't called him in days, sometimes weeks, it gets less easy to control the unsettling feelings.

Everytime you call with Luke, it's always cut short, whether it’s Ethan banging on your door at 11 o’clock  for a ‘late night snack’ or Jack barging in to argue with Luke about something, you never get to talk about what you're really feeling. 

Because of the distance and lack of communication, the relationship has been a bit strained, it's not like you could tell if luke felt the same since he's too busy sleeping or playing hockey to communicate that with you. You were so proud of Luke, no doubt about it, however something in you boiled when he only ever mentioned hockey during the ten minute phone calls.

Since the last phone call you had with him, you've only really exchanged small text messages every couple hours. It was upsetting that you couldn't talk to your boyfriend about everything going on but it was also a nice way to get away so you can finish up and focus on all the upcoming exams.

You had your next one tomorrow and really needed to knuckle down and get studying for it. You've managed to get what you needed done for tonight so you thought you'd call Luke for a final call before bed.

After wriggling comfortably against your pillows, you lean against your head board. bringing your phone up close to your ear, you press the dial on luke's contact  listening closely to the ringing sound on the other end.

Ring 

Ring 

Ring 

Your breath hitches as you hear Lukes voice on the other end, only this time it was his voicemail. You take one last deep breath before shutting your phone off and sinking into your pillows. 

Your phone vibrates on your nightstand and you view a message from your best friend and biggest hater, Ethan.

House rat: the team got too much pizza, if you're still up I can bring you some?

House rat : Silence speaks volumes missy 

Pissy missy : no. i'm just asleep

Pissy missy : You're disturbing my slumber 

House rat: oh well pizza is good for your soul. Mark is coming too ;)

Pissy missy: Fuck.

You sigh and put your phone back down, wiping your eyes, you sit up against the headboard once again and pull your computer onto your lap, Resuming your place in your essay.

“MISSY  COME HERE GIRL” Ethan calls out from the front door, walking towards your room in long strides. He bursts through the door with a box of pizza in his hand and makes his way to sit at the end of your bed, Mark slowly entering behind him. Mark moves to sit further on the bed, next to Ethan, pulling out a piece of pizza from the box.

“How are you?” Mark asks as he stuffs his face with the crust.

You sigh, reaching to rip a piece of pizza from the rest, bringing it up close to your lips

“Been okay, I guess” you take a bite, avoiding eye contact with the two boys in front of you “are you sure? You've seemed a bit distant'' Mark asks “im fine.” you say, taking another big bite of the saucy crust “are you sur-” “I'm fine so quit asking” you yell, adding an edge of venom to your words. Taking the boys by surprise “wow, someones a bit extra pissy tonight” Ethan adds. 

That's when something in your throat tightens, you feel yourself bubbling over. You don't understand why, your whole nickname stems from the fact that you get pissy from time to time but it feels like that was the last straw.

Tears begin filling your eyes, vision goes blurry as you feel your cheeks burn up. Sniffles are heard as the boys go silent before you. Tears drip onto the final bite of your pizza.

“Im-sorry-i-just-so-stressed-and-upset-and-luke-hasnt-been-talking-to-me-and-i-miss-him-and-i-think-hes-gonna-breakup-with-me-and-im-just-so-sad-and-i-dont-mean-to-be-mean-but-im-just-so-angry” you hurry through muffled sobs as your eyes go red and your sinuses block up.

“Woah hey hey, Missy i didn't mean to make you upset.” Ethan says , leaning forward to meet your eyes

“Yeah, talk to us..but a bit slower please” Mark says softly, careful to not make you cry again.

You take a deep breath, lifting your head up to see the two young hockey boys worried faces, your lip quivers slightly as you breathe in and out, ready to spill out what has been hurting you.

“I don't know, I'm just so stressed with these exams and I think I'm gonna do fine but I'm just scared.” you start, trying to get one problem out at a time 

“I know for a fact that you'll do fine in your exams and assignments” Ethan comforts “yeah! you're like the smartest person i know!” Mark chimes

“Thanks.. It's not just that tho” you say, sniffling a bit as tears continue down your face and onto your swollen lips, the taste of salt sinks into your mouth. The Hockey players stay silent, waiting patiently for you to continue. 

“Luke and I haven't really been talking and I think he wants to break up.”

 The boys share a knowing glance but say nothing. 

“And you know i've seen all the girls jack brings home, the pretty blonde girls i mean what if luke met one of them and they fell in love” you say, growing more and more hysterical as each thought processes through your head.

Logically you new Luke would never cheat but with your emotions running high you couldnt help but think that  Luke had fucked the entire female poplutation of new jersey ranging from 18-25 by now.

“And all he every talks about when we do call is stupid fucking hockey” you rise your voice slightly before looking at the boys 

“no offence” you add, placing your hands in your lap and finishing your pizza

 “ he didn't even answer my call tonight” you finish, the last sentence being muffled as you swallow your food. 

To your surprise the boys stay silent and stare at each other with Ethan looking down at his phone then back up at mark then sharing a look back to you.

“OMG SO HE IS GONNA BREAK UP WITH ME” you scream, tears streaming down your face harder 

“WHAT NO NO NO” the boys choir, eyes wide.

“Then why are you looking at eachother like that? And who the fuck are you messaging at 12o’clock at night???” you yell pointing towards ethan. 

“No-no one” ethan adds, throwing his phone away to the end of the bed.

Mark moves to sit next to you, throwing an awkward arm around you in a comforting embrace 

“missy, he's probably not gonna break up with you'' Mark adds 

“PROBABLY??” you cry 

“NONO he means he is NOT going to break up with you” Ethan interjects, throwing a pointed look at Mark “oh yeah sorry that's what i meant” Mark stuttered

You groan loudly as your head flys back onto your pillows, you bury yourself into your blanket

“Okayyy so you're tired so we're gonna get outta here” Ethan says, dragging the pizza off your bed with Mark sliding off behind him.

“Good night, Missy'' Mark says, patting your head, peeking out slightly 

“Good night!!” Ethan yells from the kitchen with a mouthful of pizza.

X

X

You wake up to the blaring sound of your alarm, you look at your phone that reads ‘7 am’ and still you have no response from Luke. You sigh and remove yourself from your bed, making your way towards the shared bathroom you have with Ethan. 

You walk down the hall and pass Mark who is sleeping soundly on the couch, you continue walking and stop by  Ethan's room, you peer in to see him sprawled out on his bed, keeping note that you should keep quiet as you get ready so you don't wake the two up prematurely.

You take time in your shower to clear your mind, enjoying the warm hug as the water runs down your back and soothes your sore neck. You recite in your head that everything will be okay and to just focus on your exam first, then worry about whatever bullshit Luke is pulling.you finish your shower and get dressed in warm attire. You pair your favourite long sleeve shirt with your fav baggy sweats and continue on with your hair and makeup. Finishing up, you leave the bathroom and are met with the inviting smell of fresh breakfast.

Walking down the hallway you are met with Mark and Ethan who have both woken up and are now stuffing their faces with every breakfast food you own.

“Good morning” you say, giggling slightly 

“Morning” Mark says, eyes still drawn to the tv 

“Heyy, do you want a bagel?” Ethan asks, walking over towards you “you're gonna need some brain food” he adds 

“Maybe not, i'm too nervous to eat right now” you say

“Hmm, are you sure? What about I make you one for later?” he asks

“Maybe next time” you say as you turn on your heels back to your room, rummaging through your cupboard you find a comfy hoodie to throw over your body to keep you warm and toasty throughout your exam. You pack up your bag and walk back out into the kitchen. You then return back to your room, retrieving your charging phone. 

“Missy, do you need a ride?” Ethan asks 

“Nah, the walk will be nice for me, good way to clear my head” you add, walking back out of your room. 

You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulders 

“Thank you by the way, for last night” you add looking back towards Ethan and Mark 

“No problemo, i'm sure you'll feel better soon” Mark says, turning his head to give you a cheeky wink 

You giggle a bit as You look back at ethan confusion still evident in your face 

“Don't listen to him, he's weird” Ethan adds as he walks towards you to give you a pat on the back “you'll do great” 

“Thank you” you say as you move out the door and towards school.

X

X

The timer blares through the room as everyone stands , making their way towards the teachers desk to send off their papers. You sit there for a minute, staring down at your paper, revising everything you wrote down. The girl beside you nudges you out of your trance as she waits for you to stand up and hand you paper i with her. All you can do is quietly walk your way down the daring stares that lead to the front of the class. You hand in your work with a deep breath and make your way back to your previous seat, ready to go home and eat your feelings. 

“How do you think you went?” the girl beside you asks as you both walk out of the room,

“Um i think i did okay, passable i hope” you responde 

“I'm sure you did great, you wrote a lot more than i did”

“Hmm how do you think you went?” you ask 

“Good.. i hope”

“You did good, i know it”

“Thanks, missy. I was gonna ask before but how's everything going with Luke? Are you gonna see him soon?” she asks

“Maybe, idk. We haven't been talking too much recently”

“Aww thats a shame well i hope all goes well”

“Yeah, thanks”

“Bye missy” she exits the conversation, making her way over to her next class 

“Bye” you add, thankful that this was the only class you had scheduled for the day.

The walk home was calming , the cold breeze blowing on your face created a refreshing cooling to your hot body as you walked through the campus, passing a couple friends and saying hi briefly before separating.

You make your way to your apartment, trudging up the stairs in a final burst of energy. Unlocking the door you walk into your heated apartment, looking down as you remove your bag, take off your hoodie and hang your keys up, not making note of the tall figure sitting on the bar stools next to your kitchen. 

You turn around and are met with Luke - your boyfriend. The man who you love. The man who's been ignoring you. 

“Hey baby” he says, standing up to walk towards you

You take a step back, anger and confusion plastered on your face 

“Well at least you have the courtesy to do it in person” you say, crossing your arms over your body, sliding your sleeves over your knuckles.

Luke looms over at you, he stares in confusion, trying to read your emotions.

“What are you talking about?” 

Your gaze leaves the floor and meets his, anger bubbling inside your stomach 

“You wanna break up?” you say bluntly, mono toned and unnatural 

“What?? No ??Why would you think that?” Luke argues, voice becoming higher and his breath itching slightly at the information that his girlfriend thinks he drove 9 and a half hours just  to break up with her.

“Are you serious? No call? no text? no nothing, not even a stupid instagram reel and you think my mind wouldn’t wander to that?” you say, stepping forward at each word, announcing your words with a spit of fury.

“I did call and I did text” Luke defends, hands slapping against his sides.

“Barely, Luke we only called for ten minutes a week and all you talked about was stupid hockey and I love hockey but that's all you would talk about. And not to mention the dry messages I mean we barely even talked like normal people, just robots with no love for each other.” you rant on, eyes feeling heavy as tears glistened in your sockets, afraid to let them fall you do your best to blink them away before luke notices.

“Missy” Luke whispers, snaking his hands to your forearms 

“I was only trying to give you space, I knew you would get stressed with your upcoming finals so I wanted to give you as much time as you needed to study. I didn't mean to be dry and unloving towards you” his voice was soothing and calm, his fingers brushing lightly on your clothed arms.

“Well it was a dumb decision” you grumble, earning a snicker from luke 

“yeah , it was and I'm sorry.” he agrees 

“So why are you here then? If you aren't gonna break up with me?”

“I was planning to come down after your finals were finished, I was originally driving in tomorrow but Ethan messaged me last night telling me to come early” 

“Oh. so that's why they were acting weird” you say, reciting the events of last night in your head.

“Yeah, Do you know why he said that?” 

“Well i was a bit emotional last night, i was crying while stuffing my face with pizza” you laugh looking back up at luke.

“Oh my, so is that why Ethan sent me 43  messages at midnight?” Luke adds, smiling to himself before pulling up his phone to show you the absurdly concerning amount of texts from the boy.

“I'll take it that Ethan and Mark were not very good at comforting you?” he says, sitting back down on the bar stool and pulling you to stand in between his legs 

“They weren't too bad , maybe not the best tho” you say, giggling slightly at the situation 

Silence fills the room for a bit before luke speaks up 

“I'm sorry I caused you so much stress, I love you and I wouldn't trade you for the world. Maybe I should try and talk to you more and not just about hockey, hm?” he speaks, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear 

“Yes please” you smile before leaning in to give him a deep kiss. You both pull away before going back in for a warm and comforting hug, swaying slightly.

“I don't know about you but i'm starving, do you wanna go get some food?” Luke asks, speaking into the crook of your neck 

“mhm, exams make me hungry and that breakfast bar Ethan snuck into my bag wasn't very filling” you add, moving so you can look at Luke once more, placing a delicate kiss on his lips 

“About Ethan, should I talk to him about how pizza doesn't solve every problem?” 

You giggle at his comment, staring softly into his muddy blue eyes before being interrupted by Ethan opening his door 

“PIZZA SOLVES EVERYTHING” he shouts just before slamming his bedroom door closed.

“He's been home this whole time?” I ask Luke 

“Who do you think let me in?” Luke chimes, smirking down at you.

wriggling out of his arms its not long till you're pulled back by a  gentle hand on your wrist 

“Wait, I  gotta ask how your exam went” Luke asks, hands sneaking around my waist and resting on my lower back.

“It went okay, i didn't give up so that's good” i say, shrugging.

“Mhm good, never give up” he says, finishing his comment by  patting my head.

Silence is left between us once again, eyes frowning as he tries to read my expression 

“I missed you, Lukey. Don't pull that shit again”

“I missed you too, and judging by how angry you were when you came home i definitely won't” he says as we both make our way out the door and down the stairs.

[ms-demeanor]

i really liked OJST in the mid-2010s but i didn’t stop reading cause of the cuck comic - wasn’t there also a comic erika moen wrote about (functionally) harassing lesbians with her now-husband?

In the mid 2010s closet-keys criticized one of Erika Moen's early diary comics and described Erika Moen as "Reassuring a cishet partner that it’s totally okay to use hate speech towards wlw at Pride" and condoning the harassment and fetishization of lesbians because of a 2007 comic that she had made as part of a webcomic she had written about gender and her interactions with her queerness.

The hate speech in question is the partner asking "are you sure you want to hold my hand with all these dykes around?" while they are pretty clearly at a Dyke Day event during pride, and the reassurance that 'it's totally okay to use hate speech toward wlw' is Erika responding "sweetie, I'm proud to be with you."

The comic is still up with a disclaimer that it was written at a different time, and I know that's probably not going to fly with a lot of people but if you were a bi woman in the early to mid 2000s it was pretty common to use statements like "lol yeah i'm into women my boyfriend is fine with it as long as I take pictures" to diffuse the biphobia from straight people AND to say shit like "I'm not a party bi, I actually love pussy, thanks" to diffuse the biphobia from queer people. (if you were a bi guy in the early to mid 2000s i'm sorry and I'm sorry now because we got LUG but that mostly went away and you *still* have to deal with the "gay in waiting" bullshit).

That comic ends with Erika and her partner looking at a woman and saying "I'd totally do her" while the woman thinks "pigs" and if you think that means that they literally sat on the street and vocally commented about lesbians passing by them or that they condone harassing lesbians (in, I cannot stress this enough, a diary comic written by someone in their early twenties who is realizing they are occasionally interested in some men some of the time after identifying as a lesbian their whole life), then I'm gonna go ahead and recommend signing up for some variety or other of literary analysis class. Do we think that Erika is seriously implying that she is going to make her boyfriend gay if she fucks him in this comic from a year later?

If this comic bothers you and you see it as a straight-passing couple giving the go-ahead to harass lesbians, you do you, I'm not saying you have to read the comic or enjoy Erika Moen.

I am saying it's a bit of a stretch, though, and certainly the least charitable explanation possible, and that we should probably give people some space to say awkward things about their sexuality and to make missteps when discussing it in their early twenties and not call them lesbophobic fifteen years after the fact for a college comic.

Moen also gets called transphobic because she has described trans men as adorable/cute in a way that could be read as patronizing in one comic and because she made a comic about wearing a packer for fun and for sexual gratification with her cis male partner as a cis woman.

Appropriately, all of these things feel very "late twenty teens tumblr callout post."

If it bugs you, you don't have to read the comics but I've talked about Moen before and I've gotten the anons in my inbox calling me lesbophobic for recommending her comic when in 2007 she made a comic about catcalling lesbians and condoning street harassment.

Which is frustrating because Erika Moen writes a comic about sex toys that has incredible body and gender diversity and is interested in making sure that people of all sexualities are having safe, enjoyable sex and talking openly about it. This is Rebecca Sugar condones war crimes level discourse over a creator who makes a genuinely good comic and gets dismissed as cringe by people who hate open discussions of sex and gets dismissed as a bigot (in ways that I think are incredibly unfair given the vast majority of her work) among people who *claim* to love open discussions of sex but who *actually* love witch hunts.

[umadosedepascal]

W I N N E R | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART VIII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.

wc: 2.9k

rating/warnings: [a little drunk] [one spit][take a shower together][ride on thigh][Pedro begging in Spanish][little fluffy][Smut][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f]

a/n: This was kind of a request. Enjoy whoever asked us for it! And sorry if there’s any mistakes on our English.Pedro was freaking HOT that night MY GOSH!Consider commenting and reblogging if you like it!

Its been a busy beginning of the year, Pedro has a lot of work going on and you as well.

You can barely see each other but when there's an opportunity to meet you just jump on it by him invinting you or just to be there at the same event.

When he won the People's Choice Award you just had to call him congratulating for the winning, and while you were talking he told you he was going to fly back to LA for SAG awards and really wanted to see you before come back to Canada.

That news made your day, and you had a good feeling that he was going for good.

Unfortunatelly you couldnt attend the award not even the after party for other reasons but you kept texting insanely each other during the event.

Pedro P: Hey honey, I'm already here. drinking some Casamigos with awesome people, wish you were here...

You: It's ok babe, have fun tonite! I bet you going to win and we can celebrate later..

Pedro P: Not sure, my dear. Kieran is taking them all 🥲 can't wait to see you later tonite.

You are laying on your couch with pajamas watching the award and his category comes up with an surprisingly announcement. Pedro wins, you start screaming on your apartment like your team scored on final championship.

DAMN, you are so proud of him and turn up the volume just to hear his speech loud and clear. Well, wasn't one of the best ones but you swirl your glass of wine bitting your bottom lip while he is saying he is a bit drunk and tear up with him as he mention how important this is for himself.

You realize is time to get ready to meet him, you let the TV on while going to take a shower and hear he's back live with Tan on backstage interview. It looked like more shenanigans than possible. The moment you hear him saying he would make out with Kieran and this is his revenge you automatically raise your phone for a sassiest nude pic and send him..

You: So, you want to make out with me or him? 🤣

You know he is buzzed and feeling the moment and know his not going to reply so soon but still piss and laughing at the same time.

After a couple hours you get a message

Pedro P: Mine or yours?

You: Inside me

Pedro P: This is what I wanted to. I will be there in 20.

You: Come to me Don Juan

Pedro P: haha 🤣

It's 1:30 am and you debating with your sleep just to keep yourself awake and see that Chilean Don Juan appear in front of your door. To keep it up you still drinking and looking at the app because he always share his location with you. Not to bother, you just wait with patience and see its moving faster. Means that he is coming towards your place. Your heart starts to accelerate and definitely you cannot wait to see him holding that heavy award on his hands..

You live in a quiet neighbour in West Hollywood, nothing happens like the crazyness on the other side. You sit in front of your door wearing a comfy robe when his car approaches the street.

"MAMA I WON!" He screams while getting off the car

You are like "SSSSH Pedro! It's 2 in the morning..😂"

Pedro holds you leading you back to your house and closing the door behind him.

"I'm so proud of you, even you saying those things on live TV, you were so funny, light and emotional. Can you believe I cried when you got on that stage saying anything but everything?"

"Yeah I, I, I was drunk babe..haha"

He leaves his award carefully by the door on the floor and when he comes back up to you his hands are already on your thighs sliding up giving you shivers and taking off your robe for good. Pedro holds the back of your neck while licking on it tracing a pat to your right ear saying "I win twice tonite huh..”

He grabs your hand and make you feel his hardon throught his pants, you let out a soft moan and rub your hands harshly on him, your mouths meet each other in a sloppy wet kiss. You can feel the taste of tequila and his tongue is tender and he is gentle on you.

You keep on your toes and whisper in his ear "are you sure this is all for me? Isn't it for Kieran or the other thousand people you wee flirting P?"

Pedro looks at you, those brown eyes getting darker, he raises an eyebrow and moves away from you, your heart beating faster when you see that man going to the middle of your living room.

Pedro stops and looks at you,

"Do you really think my cock is hard like that because of anyone other than you and this tight pussy?"

Each word Pedro was saying, he was opening a button on his shirt, so slowly that you felt your legs soften with every inch of skin that was emerging in front of you.

"Eyes on my dear, tell me, do you know how hard I got when I saw that pic you’ve sent me? How did I have to disguise it by holding my award?"

The last button is undone and Pedro takes his clothes off quickly now just on his undies. He sits in the sofa, legs open, he pops out a cigarette, you face him petrified, the way Pedro takes your living room, how this room seems ten times smaller and warmer with him there.

Pedro lights up the cigarette and drags it slowly, his head falling on the back of the sofa.

"Come here mama" he pats his left thigh twice. The view of him with the cigarette hanging on his lips, shirtless, the slightly reddish skin, the curls on his forehead, and those eyes that look like a burning brown sea drives you crazy.

You sigh, approach and ride on his left thigh.

You take the cigarette out of his mouth, take a drag and land on the ashtray.

While making sudden movements on his thigh you hold his jaw squeezing his cheeks and say "so, it means we have a winner here..." putting two fingers in his mouth, he sucks them and say softly.. "go down, I want to see how wet you are for me" you obey with a peck on his lips.

Sliding down your left hand through his hot chest giving a quick pass through the bulge over his boxers. the feeling is very hot and pleasurable..moving the fabric away from your panties you dip one finger only and move back into his mouth.

He opens his mouth slowly giving permission for you to pass on his lips and that was enough for him to hold the edges of your panties and strip down making you get up quickly and get rid of it.

Sitting back again on his thigh and making more abrupt movements and wetting him completely, a feeling of drowning, a smell of sex and expensive perfume with the taste of tequila coming from that mouth.

Pedro guides your hand to his cock and asks with some difficulty to caress him the way he likes it.

You drag your nails through the contour of his cock, the wet fabric of pre cum shows how Pedro is looking forward to you. You stroke his thighs, going up and down slowly, feeling how his skin chills, how his stomach contracts when your fingers get close to his cock.

You take back the cigarette and drag looking at him, your head falling to the side, watching how he seems lost and anxious.

“You look so beautiful kneeling to me," Pedro says taking the cigarette off your fingers.

Biting your lip you hold the sides of his undies, Pedro raises his hips helping you, the fabric going down his legs, you throw it to the floor.

Pedro holds his throbbing cock with his right hand, uncut, thick and veiny with a swolen red head looking like a huge strawberry, he makes movements up and down.

"Déjame sentir esa boca mama. Please" he says with half close eyes and husky voice.

You approach and hold his cock over his hand, squeezing and feeling how he pulsates. You lick the wet tip of pre cum, looking into his eyes you slowly suck only the tip, Pedro takes his hand off the cock and holds the armchair stroking it, cursing softly while you lick and teases him with your tongue.

"You're so hot, I've been wishing to suck you all night" before Pedro can answer you put his cock in your mouth, feeling the tip hit your throat, you feel him pulsating on your tongue, the bittersweet taste of the pre cum invading your throat. Pedro runs his hand in your hair, moving in circles encouraging you to swallow more, you choke but don't take him out of your mouth.

"Shit! I love it when you do that. Don't stop!"

You look into his eyes, Pedro wiping the tear that accumulates in the corner of your eyes. You take him out of your mouth just to jack him off while sucking his balls, Pedro throws his head back and moans loudly, no caring if anyone will hear him.

"Gosh! You're going to kill me"

You go up with your tongue licking his length, until you reach the tip you swallow it again feeling Pedro grabbing your hair tightly, guiding how he wants to fuck your mouth.

"Por favor…”

You feel that Pedro is about to cum in your mouth, with a pop you let it go and ask looking up at him "will there be a second round, babe?"

With his eyes closed and his mouth half open he nods a yes and you grab him again passing his tongue with more intensity on the frenum. He lets out a dense moan slightly squeezing the sides of your temple and arches his hip releasing jets of hot cum in your mouth. Pedro's moans get louder as you swallow his hot juice by sliding your nails on his thighs making him having goosebumps.

You get up and sit again on him facing front, caressing his graysh beard and kissing his neck and corner of mouth. He mouths a lazy smile biting his lower lip and says "I want more, I don't want it to end like this today without me satisfying you..."

Pedro looks at you from the corner of his eye, pointing to your bedroom.

“..taste you Ma’am..."

Lifting you up on his lap, you interlace your legs on his hip and he goes towards your bed throwing you into it and opening your legs with his knees.

He starts kissing your knees looking up at you, going down to your thighs alternating between each one licking and giving light nibbles, sometimes some bites that will leave you marks making you complain with pleasure "stop, Pedro"

"Stop?"

"No, no, keep going.." giggling.

This time Pedro went straight to the pot licking the sides of your folders, holding your hips pulling you to him so you can reach his curly hair, already messy and sweaty.

He fucks you with his tongue, grunting while smearing himself from you, you feel your pussy pinching with his beard constantly scrubbing against your skin. he alternates between licking, and sucking on your clit leaving on the edge.

"Cum to me babe, you're so delicious... I missed you"

You feel your pussy contract, squeezing, your stomach on fire, a hot numbness taking over your body. Pedro moans against your pussy while sucking on it, begging you to cum for him.

"Cum in my mouth cum in my whole face, babe"

Pedro spits onto your pussy, a long line of saliva while his eyes do not detach from yours. He fucks you with his tongue, his pretty aquiline nose poking your sensitive clit.

"Pedro! Sn't it!" You shout his name, cumming on his tongue, his hands squeezing you, snakeing your body, leaving scratches.

"Every day more delicious" Pedro crawls on top of you, finding your lips he kisses you, you feel his hard cock again against your thigh.

Pedro moves away kneeling on the edge of the bed, you don't even have time to assimilate before you feel him pull you by the ankles, causing your legs to curl around his waist.

Pedro holds his cock hard cock with his right hand and rubs the tip against your swollen clit, you moan when he slide the tip in your pussy.

"So fucking tight..ah”

He takes off and stimulate you again, and so he does one, two, three times teasing you.

"Please papi, fuck me…"

Pedro growls looking at you, he holds his cock by the base and push into you. You two moaning together, that little pain mixed with pleasure taking over your body, Pedro seems like a sex God, a fallen angel looking at your pussy while

fucking you deep, his lips half-open, the side vein of his neck pulsating, drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead...

Pedro grabs your waist, sitting on the bed and rolling you on top of him. He holds your ass making you rub on it, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy.

You lean on him, sinking your mouth into his sweaty neck while he already without forces slaps you in the cheeks holding firmly making you move up and down. with a low grun he lifts you slightly and fucks you even harder. the sound of skin to skin and his moans mix while he pumps you in order to reach his climax but you give in first leaving his cock wetter and slippery, making it escape more than once from inside you but he quickly guides his hard cock again inside until he grabs you tight on your waist and cums hot inside you saying cursed things. You quickly shut him up kissing him roughly.

The kiss turns sloppy, and decreases as your lungs fight for air.

Pedro kisses your jaw, his tongue passing through your neck, leaving a bite on your right shoulder. He lies on the bed, still with his dick inside you, he smiles as if he were high. You watch him, his eyes closed, the satisfied smile on his lips, the curls of his hair now completely wet with sweat.

You bend over and kiss his collarbone, raising your tongue to his neck, feeling the salty of his skin. Unique.

"Are you trying a third round?" He says opening only one eye and looking at you. You laugh coming out of him, immediately missing the feeling of his cock inside you.

"Come, take a shower with me"

The bath is relaxing, the warm water falling on you, Pedro kisses you while you pass the soap through his body, it is sensual and calm.

You tell him to turn around, passing the soap behind his back, leaving a kiss on the back of his newly operated shoulder, he laughs and turns to you, kissing your lips calmly, taking advantage of every inch of your mouth. It's so relaxing that you feel your muscles give way every time he hugs you next to his body.

While you talk and get dry, Pedro tells you about how he doesn't remember anything of the speech, that he was so nervous and happy that he just said what came to his mind, and blames himself for not having thanked more people.

"You made a beautiful speech, Pedro, I’m serious"

He smiles and holds your hand.

"Can I ask for something? Can you wear my shirt? From the minute Julie gave it to me, I imagined how beautiful you would look wearing it. Hah”

You smile at his request, nodding your head giving a quick kiss on his lips, you send him to bed and run to the living room. You just see chaos, clothes thrown on the floor, ashtray, glass of drink and TV on. You find the shirt on the couch, you put it on not wearing anything underneath, leaving the same amount of buttons open that he left during that night.

The moment you head to the room, he brought the trophy to the bedside table and catches your attention, you take it, looking at his name engraved, smiling, happy for him.

"Papi I’m a winner!" You mimic him when he told you in the early evening, raising the heavy trophy.

You walk slowly to the side of the bed, leaving the trophy on the bedside table. Pedro climbs his right hand down the back of your thigh, gently squeezing your ass, looking at you while his left hand plays with one of the buttons on the shirt.

"Jesus, you look so sexy! Much better than I imagined. Come here" Pedro whispers looking at you.

You know exactly what that look means. The night will really have no end.

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svt as boyfriends ♡ joshua edition

member: joshua x reader genre: established relationship, bullet points word count: 738 summary: joshua's boyfriend things ;) warnings: mentions of food and i think that's it! let me know if i missed anything! author's note: y'all i am almost two whole days late with this oh god it keeps getting worse. i am...very tired haha i've been working a lot to build up some money while i'm not in school so yeah. i lowkey forgot about joshua/taehyung day until i opened twitter and saw people talking abt shua and i was like WAIT THAT IS TODAY anyway moral of the story i'm tired and need a break but here is the joshua fic we've all been waiting for! ily all and enjoy <3

He lowkey gives the vibes of like. The foreign exchange student bf with a relationship with a deadline 

He’s the silly bf!!! 

He’s also one of the members I see the least as a boyfriend so this is going to be interesting to write…

Quality Time 

Mans is a fan of everything fr !!! He absolutely loves spending time with you and your shared group of friends 

Loves doing silly little activities with you like making bracelets and painting 

He might just be the artsy bf we all want 

Joshua loves to go to different places with you like thrift stores, arcades, cafes, literally anything as long as he is with you <3

Loves the feeling of mixing his friend groups - the day you meet his friends aka his brothers he will be imploding with love for everyone 

Is the “i get bored easily” bf so y’all gotta be doing like ten different things at once 

Will totally ask you to dance or just close your eyes and be with him when a slow song comes on at a party / get together / playing music at home 

Words of Affirmation

You totally call him Joshy or Shua and he loves every minute of it bc he thinks it’s cute 

“Darling, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?” SCREECHING 

Believes the relationship revolves around pet names (ie. baby, sweetie, darling) he's adorable 

Is always proud of you and encouraging!!! 

Likes to leave little notes for you around the house. Maybe by your favorite drink in the fridge that reads, “I got these for you. stay hydrated, love” 

At the beginning of the relationship he was so formal with you, that it took him saying “I love you” for the first time to relax for five seconds LOL 

Physical Touch

Joshua loves handholding ‼️

This man always wants to have some sort of contact with you, whether that be holding hands, linking fingers or rubbing your back

Loves having you sit on his lap or lay your legs across his 

His go-to move when you are in public is linking your pinkies together (how cute :3) 

Leans on you when he laughs because he cannot sit still 

I feel like Joshua would like. move his fingers on your leg in the way of playing piano keys but with guitar if that makes sense? Like where the frets are? Idk

Is also the type to be scared of touching you in front of others until you explicitly tell him that it's okay

Acts of Service 

Loves doing the chores for you

“Hey, baby, I'm gonna fill my water bottle. Do you need me to fill yours?” 

Or even a, “hey i borrowed your car, but i filled the tank before bringing it back” we love a man who can afford to fill a vehicle’s tank at this point in time

Likes to bring you lunch once or twice a week --- he’ll make it himself and pack it in a cute little bag and everything 

Helps you in little ways like folding the laundry or helping you pick out outfits on those days that you struggle to do anything 

Is always there for you when literally anything happens. You need someone to help fix your car? He’s on the phone finding a shop. You can’t reach a high shelf or your back hurts too much to bend down to get something from a low cupboard? He’s right there ready to help

Gift Giving 

I touched on this a tiny bit earlier but !! handmade jewelry omg he would make matching bracelets for y’all or even a necklace or earrings for you if bracelets interfere with your job

Always buys little trinkets that remind him of you or your relationship 

“Hey I found this little glass rose decoration and it reminded me of the time i got you flowers when i asked you out the first time” 

HE WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE CUTE SHY SMILE WHEN HE GIVES YOU SOMETHING TOO as if you’ll ever tell him that you dislike something he got for you 

He would also love if you gave him gifts too like, “hey joshy I got this little container that can help you keep your beads organized” and he’s melt into a puddle of goo onto your living room floor 

Also gets something for you (usually your favorite snack or drink) when you’re especially sad or stressed out - like a super gift instead of his regular daily gifts or something 

Idk just know he’s really sweet and enjoys crafting

[vsaintsin]

Writeblr Re-Intro

Yo! I'm V Saintsin. Or V or Vin or Saintsin or whatever you want to call me that sounds right on your tongue. I'm a self-proclaimed Social Media fumbler who got a late start to the party and has never quite figured it out. I hate how hipster and edgy it sounds to say "I'm bad at social media" but like I used to work with some people who actually managed the social media accounts for the business we worked for and there were rules and whatnot and damn, I think online media is just not my medium. That being said, here I am! Hah

I'm an author and general mess who's hoping to be the miracle man (somebody who makes a living writing silly little stories). I do use a pseudonym but please hear me out when I say I didn't realize how edgy it sounds, it just has some sentimental value to my personal life. I'm so sorry that I sound like I'm in my emo phase HAHA

About me -

He/Him Transguy from the American Midwest (arguably the south, depending on who you talk to, but the older people still say "Sodi-pop" and "ope").

I'm dysautonomic, bendy, permanently sleepy, and a survivor of Crappy Doctors Who Suck At Doctoring.

I like DnD, Pathfinder, Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk, Dragon Age, and other things in that vein.

I do make art of my stories and characters (Tablet is currently not working so I'm in a dry spell).

My writing background is predominantly ancient, dusty RPs from as far back as the foopets days and fanfic writing on Quizilla - I am an old and wizened elder of the net.

My formal education was music performance and behavioral neuroscience, I don't really know how I got where I am.

This is not my first rodeo with tumblr but it is the first time I have anything to SAY instead of just lurking.

In the event of malfunction, you can put me outside for 5 minutes and I'll probably factory reset.

My existence as I know it hinges on a massive number of sticky notes plastered throughout my room.

What I'm lookin' for -

Idk, whatever? I'm down for most things. Did you write it? Cool, let me see. I'm not too bent on genre or anything, just fascinated by the art of storytelling.

A bit tentative with fanfiction but that's just because if it's not a fandom I'm familiar with I am rather clueless about what the hell is going on and if it's a fandom I am familiar with I HUNT DOWN THE DEEP LORE.

I like art a whole lot, including fanart. Also art advice, love seeing things from different perspectives and learning something new.

Mutuals, really, for any reason. Building better connections on here, getting to know people. I am hideously bad at this but I try.

What I write -

Science Fiction with heavy subjects that matter to me - trigger warnings on a story-by-story basis.

High Fantasy (eventually books I think?) characters and their backgrounds for DnD and Pathfinder - I have been tempted to share these to help people get ideas or just for free use?

Things that I delete because I have crippling imposter syndrome and publishing makes me nauseous (doin' it tho).

Stories that I hope will make people feel less alone or that people could relate to, stories that I wish I had when life was worse and I was reaching out for anything I could find to keep me afloat, stories that try to be critical of things that SUCK in a way that's any helpful.

Lots of curse words and cussing (that's just how people talk 'round here), dubious science, things that I hope might make you cry but in a good way though.

Character-Driven stories that revolve more around the development of the person and less around the plot itself if that makes sense.

I've put blurb things below for my primary project/series which features a grumpy, queer, 37-year old chain smoking Frenchman and his misadventures with life and love and unbridled rage. If any of that sounds cool stick around and hang out? (This part is a plug bc I did a thing and I'm proud of it) And if my books sounds interesting the first one is 99 cents on Kindle and you just need a phone and a free app to read it!

THE SECRET OF LIFE (Published) - Sci-Fi/Psychological Thriller, Bi M Lead, Lovers to Enemies, AI but the oldschool cool kind not the real world thing that's stealing our future

Carlisle-Trystan Antoinette is a mercenary on a hard road, navigating life and death itself in an infinite cycle started by powers above his understanding. He has one mission - warn The Dianican Space Station of the coming threat and put a stop to a war that would encapsulate the whole of the Sol System before it can ever begin. Unfortunately for Carlisle, reality is a tenuous thing, made up only by our understanding of it. At least, according to his Psychiatrist, who tells him that there is no war, that he was never a mercenary, and that what Carlisle is experiencing is a severe but manageable psychotic break. Stripped of his combat enhancements, his bio monitor, and everything he's every known, Carlisle has a decision to make. Does he give in to the thoughts and memories, so real that he can almost taste them, or does he live a life of comfort and ease, returning to a husband and daughter that he left behind?

TWs: Domestic and War Violence, suicide, rape, medical trauma, grief, drug use

THE SILENCE OF ANGELS (Due 2024, TSoL 2) - Betrayal and Rage, Learning how to love again slow-burn romantic subplot, Learning how to Dad, A general inability for any one thing to just go right

(Quick Rough Blurb that offers no spoilers for TSoL) Making connections isn't easy for somebody who's accustomed to burning bridges. Isolation has always been Carlisle's mantra for surviving his life. Playing a role comes second nature, pretending to be the man that everyone else wants to see in him. When an old friend is murdered Carlisle finds himself as the primary suspect with all evidence pointing to him so clearly that even he calls to question what he is capable of. Unwilling to believe that he could commit such a heinous crime, Carlisle sets off to find the truth of his friend's death - was Carlisle framed or does he truly have the capacity to bring such harm upon those he loves? Old and new bonds will be tested, faith broken, and the future of everyone called into question as lines are drawn and sides are picked.

TWs: Violence, mentions of SA, graphic character death, more grief, more death

I don't know what else to say... Later!

[ripleyresonance]

Bathroom Stall

Ex-girlfriend Rhea x Reader

You signed staring at the time on your phone. It was 1:30 am and you were standing by a wall with loud music blasting around you. Your friends knew you were not a club person and yet they dragged you out here anyway. They promised that they would go home at midnight but as one friend had her tongue down a random guy's mouth and her other friend grinding on the dance floor with her girlfriend you knew it would be a lonnnnng night. So there you were quite drunk and drinking another AMF against the wall.

You had not always hated the club. In fact, you used to be like your friend in the corner grinding on her girlfriend back when you and Rhea were still together. You two were always the hot couple. Going out to parties, drinking, and making everyone else jealous. But all good things must come to an end. Rhea was home less and less for work and you were lonely babysitting the dogs. You told Rhea you couldn't take it anymore and you left. 

You thought about your decision frequently, was it right to leave and be lonely by yourself or be lonely in a relationship? You raised your cup to take a sip at an attempt to forget until a rather muscular body bumped into you causing your drink to spill all over your chest in your low-cut top. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry love let me-” a familiar Australian accent spoke. 

Both of your eyes went wide as they met each other. 

It was like time froze as you looked into her eyes. It felt like no time had passed since you last saw her. Between all the yelling and the crying, you can remember those warm eyes looking into yours just like they were now. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” you said in a tone of disbelief. 

“Do you own this club or something, why should you care.” She spat back leaving an uncomfortable silence between you too. 

“I’m just going to go,” Rhea said coldly turning away before you grabbed her arm. 

“Wait-” Your arm instinctively reached out grabbing her very toned biceps.

She raised an eyebrow as you took in her outfit SHe was wearing your favorite black top. It tied around her neck and showed off her very toned back. There were many nights where it ended up on your floor. As well as the black skinny jeans that she was wearing slightly showing off her V line that you had kissed many times. 

“I just…I wanted to talk to you.” You said hopefully the liquid courage would help you. 

“About what? Packing up while I was away? Or breaking up with me over text so I had to go find you at your friend's apartment.” She said looking hurt. 

It is true you were not proud of how you ended things. You just couldn't see this look on her face…the hurt you caused. 

“I-I'm sorry.” You slurred. 

“It was…super not cool of me how I dipped but I just…I was so lonely Rhea. All those nights in bed watching you on the screen when all I wanted was to feel you next to me..and under me…and on top of me.” You giggled. 

Rhea rolled her eyes realizing you were drunk 

“Let's get you some water.” She said as you whined. 

“I'm serious Rhea I miss your lips…your hands….your mouth.” You sighed feeling heat pool between your legs as Rhea blushed. 

“Yeah well, maybe it's a little too late for sorry.” Rhea tried to stay strong as you pushed up against her. 

“But baby you know how good I am at saying sorry in so many ways.” You smiled batting your eyelashes up at her as she bit her lip. 

“Shit, you know how I get when you look at me like that..” Rhea whispered looking down at you. 

“It's been so long I think I forgot…care to remind me..mami.” You smirked as you saw the fire light behind Rhea's eyes. You saw her scan the room probably looking for her friends.

“Oh fuck it,” Rhea mumbled grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. 

You were jealous of the few people who got to witness this kiss because it felt like months of tension releasing. You wrapped your arms around her neck trying to deepen the kiss just wanting to take in all of her at one time. You nearly lost it when she grabbed your ass. You needed her now and she needed you too. She broke up the kiss grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bathroom. 

As she pulled you into the stall you thanked god your friends picked one of the nicer bars or else your bathroom sex fantasies would have been abruptly put on hold. 

Rhea backed you into the stall door grabbed your knee and bent it at waist level to fit her knee in between your legs making you gasp at the friction on your heat. 

“God you haven't changed at all huh? Still, a dirty slut who is ready to get on her knees for me anywhere…” She said bumping her knee into you….” anytime.” She said bumping a bit harder making you let out a small moan. 

She quickly puts one hand over your mouth and leans into a whisper. 

“You make any sound and I stop,” Rhea said before kissing your neck. You nodded feverishly as she kissed down to your breast. 

“God I’ve missed these perfect tits.” She damn near growled as she took a nipple into her mouth. You threw your head back against the door trying your best to stay silent as Rhea massaged your breast. Feeling her calloused hands on you again was enough to make you cum but as she moved her fingers further south you closed your eyes as she reached your core. 

She moved her hand under the band of your skirt quickly as she spread your lips smirking at you. 

“What a mess you made sweetheart. I don't think I have to get my fingers anymore wet but you know the thing I like.” She said raising two fingers to your lips as you eagerly opened your mouth suckling them in. 

You stared into her eyes and took them as deep as she she pushed her fingers only tapping her arm when you gagged as she let you come up for air. 

“You still do it so good for me, isn't that right baby.” You said nodding feverishly. She traced the the two fingers down your body right to where you needed them to be before stopping. 

“Beg for it,” Rhea said looking into your eyes. 

“I thought I couldn't make a sound.” You giggled as she put a hand around your throat. 

“Keep being a smartass and I’ll stop right here and leave without even touching your clit.” She said with dark eyes making your eyes roll back. 

“Please…” You whispered as you felt her dragging her hand up your thigh. 

“Please what.” Rhea smiled inching closer and closer to your clit. 

“Please…fuck me like you missed me.” You whined causing that dark look in her eye to come back as she pressed against your clit. 

It took everything in you not to be a moaning mess as she began rubbing strong but small circles on your clit making you try and get in your tip toes as she pulled your hips down with one hand. 

“Your going to take it like a good fucking girl for mami aren’t you slut.” She said slowly pushing two fingers in your entrance as you gasped. 

You tried to be quiet as she started pumping her fingers into you and curling them up to hit the spot that only she could reach. Tears started to fill your eyes as you got closer and closer to the edge. 

“You going to cum for me pretty thing?” Rhea teased as you whispered what seemed like a hundred small yeses as you inched closer and closer to orgasm. Rhea added her thumb as she started rubbing your clit to the same rhythm as you bucked your hips. “Fuck fuck Rhea im-” You said your voice getting higher right on the edge as she stopped abruptly. 

“What the fuck!” You groaned in frustration as Rhea put your leg down. “Not so much fun when you're the one getting left huh?” Rhea smirked at you.

“Hey wait that’s no…” You watched as she sucked the two fingers she had inside you closing her eyes at the taste the sight almost making you orgasm. 

“You really have to work on your patience love.. See like if you are patient in the car ride back to my place… maybe ill make you cum there.” She winked pressing past you to leave the stall. You quickly fixed your skirt following her out of the club. 

You caught one of your friends' eyes as you went to leave and shrugged. It was just one of those drunken nights.

[hazelkjt]

Hazel Kha || SMASH or PASS

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Tagged by: @this-is-ris Once again I am late to the party so I'm pretty sure 99% of my mutuals are already tagged...but just to be safe! Tagging: @nolanel-corbeaux, @the-white-snake, @sae-mian, @hinganskies, and @cindernet-explorer

Quick Facts:

Height: 6'4" (193cm)

Age: 24 as of the start of Dawntrail

Gender: CIS Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pros:

Very openly loyal and affectionate

Highly active and energetic, but still appreciates the quiet moments

LOVES the outdoors, especially the ocean. Any kind of outside activity she will be down for, but specifically hunting and swimming.

Very confident and proud, will do her absolute best to make sure you are happy and proud of yourself as well

Avid reader, enjoys both reading together and reading to you

Good cook, as long as you can handle spice and heat

Cons:

Little to no actual romantic experience and no confidence in being a good partner.

Tendency to jump to conclusions, which can lead to jealousy driven misunderstandings.

Snores INCREDIBLY LOUDLY.

Short temper and holds petty grudges for a long time.

Put her partner's well-being and happiness above everything about herself.

Bottles up all her worries and doubts, has trouble being open about her problems.

Sense of pride is paradoxically strong yet flimsy, specific hits to her ego can land very hard.

Misc. Details:

A morning person, gets up very early to practice and stay in shape. Will try to drag you into her workouts if you let her.

A very competitive person who enjoys all forms of competition.

Curious by nature and very in tune with her heritage. Will always be willing to share about the Kha tribe and will naturally want to know about who you are as well.

Very hygienic and cares a lot about her appearance. A bit of a fashionista who has a variety of outfits, she dyes the ends of her hair red to pay homage to the Kha tribe.

SEXUALLY very much a sub and extremely vanilla in terms of kinks. From her lack of relationship experience she isn't confident in taking the lead in any sort of sexual act. Even beyond that she wants to do whatever she can to please her partner, so they get to be the ones in charge. It takes a long time for her to open up to anything sexual however, even after being in a serious relationship for a while.

ROMANTICALLY Hazel is very affectionate and sort of clingy. She's not overly picky with certain activities or dates. As long as she's doing something with them she'll be happy. Beyond that, her love language is all over the place. Pet names/nicknames, PDA (specifically wrapping her tail around you), flirty compliments, gifts, just about everything is on the table.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hey guyyyyysss so I am posting this just to get some constructive criticism, this is my first time trying to record vocals with a mic that isn't my phone and I would love some second opinions! You guys might know by now that I've been wanting to make vocal covers of Splatoon songs with lyrics I've written for a while now, and this is my first venture into doing so! Fair warning I'm not incredibly proud of this final result and there's definitely gonna be some stuff I'm gonna re record once I can (my voice is done for today tho lol), but I figured I'd put it out there any way to get some feedback and advice. If you are wanting to leave some feedback, please read below the cut as I might have already said something you might comment on (I'm also putting the lyrics down below the cut). Any comments, asks, or even reblogs with constructive criticism are encouraged, it's the whole reason I'm posting!

First of all the biggest thing I do not like: my vocals for Marina 💀 I already know they sound way too tired and soft, and once I have the chance I'll re-record them with a LOT more energy

That being said, I don't think I mind how Pearl's vocals came out! There are some parts that I wanna go back and re-do, but overall I am happy with them!

Another thing on Marina's parts is they definitely got a bit muffled and compressed during recording - I did her parts first, when I was still figuring out the optimal setup to record in the first place, and it definitely shows!! 💀💀 That'll definitely get fixed when I go back and re-record as well!

That's all I've got to say for now, as promised, below are the lyrics since I know some parts are a bit muffled! That's something that will get fixed next go-around

[Marina] I'll start movin' now if you're only a move away [Pearl] Pearl and Marina! Here we come, we're Off the Hook! [Marina] I'll say, it's so strange, music makes me feel this way [Pearl] Y'all ready for this?! Wanna start up this party? You know where to look! Cuz we keep it fresh where the rest get cooked Not off the chain, Off the Hook Here come those girls The hottest in Inkopolis 'Rina movin' grooves and Pearl's on the mic! Now time to fry 'em Can't stop what we're cookin' up! Freshest in the club, now give us some love! Now ya understand, with my mic in hand, there aint't a band that lands close to this jam! Wake up, we rockin' the Square! Come on, kiddin' squids, get your fins in the air! There's no problem with changing your mind, you're mine now. [Marina] Whoa, we could be the stars Me and you now We could rule this party Then take our bow There's no question You'll start ruling the world! Or, we could run away Late in the night Your hands on my body Just hold me tight And you'll be there Right where you belong!

[shiny-jr]

Okay I've just been my lurker self the whole time so now I'm extremely late to the party but I just have to say sth bc personally contrary to my expectations rather than Pomfiore I really loved the Scarabia result a lot. Well I guess the ending messed with it a bit for me personally bc I just can't imagine it ending in a satisfying way no matter what, but anything up until then? JUICY you literally had me at the edge of my seat the whole time the tension between everyone was SOO good it felt like really. Exciting? Reading it honestly

I'm not good with wording things like this so I wish I could just beam by feelings and experiences into your brain so you can Understand but like. It was an absolutely amazing read and I can't believe so many people have and continue to brush past it

Like yeah I didn't expect it esp bc so far I don't think I ever came across anything centered around the Scarabia guys that didn't just make me feel extremely neutral but it might just be my fav so far. Rotating in my brain regularly.

(also on that note PLEASE post the results here too unless I somehow missed that!!! I need them in my Tumblr collection to re-read)

Okay passionate 4am rant over thank you for your time. Also yeah I'm extremely tired so I just wanted to add that i hope this doesn't come across as me not liking the other stuff or sth bc I absolutely LOVE it. Your writing in general but esp damnation it's so so good okay byeee back to my hermit existence I go

Seriously? Well, I'm glad people are still enjoying Scarabia. As I mentioned before, Scarabia along with Octavinelle are the two results I am not particularly proud of. But they're there. They're a thing. They exist. Out of all the results thus far, Scarabia gave me the most trouble with by far. There were just a lot of obstacles and pauses when writing that particular result, as it was actually the only result thus far that I had to rewrite.

Unfortunately, the Scarabia duo always get bypassed for other dorms, which is really unfortunate because their relationship and chemistry is very intriguing. I don't think I portrayed that all too well to be honest.

Anyways, all the results thus far on already on Tumblr. The only ones that are missing are Ignihyde and Diasomnia, because they are currently still in the works. But the progress with those two seem to be going pretty steady, actually, faster than anticipated. At this rate if it continues like this, I'll have both results ready in time for the next milestone. But that's far ahead in the future, so I'm currently not too worried about that at the moment.

Thank you very much for your words, anon! I really appreciate it. I hope you did end up finding the results on Tumblr alright, but just know that they're there already. Check the masterlist if you are having trouble finding them, or just send me a dm and I'll be glad to send a link.

[mlmxreader]

LAST PROMPT LIST

some of you may have seen my post about doing one last prompt list for this week; basically, if after 3 days I don't get any requests or interaction, I'm gonna delete this one & I won't be posting another.

for the time being, smut sunday is ALSO on hold due to it not happening for the past 2 weeks (I didn't receive any requests, so it didn't happen). however, if I look at a request (if any) and decide i want to make it NSFW, then I will. otherwise, all the prompts you're about to see are SFW.

list of who I write for

list of what I WILL take requests for

╰─▸ ❝ I take requests for gender neutral reader & male reader, non binary reader, transmasc reader, etc. NOT FEM. ❞

list of what I will NOT take requests for

rules & guidelines

Palestinian fundraisers

The Prompts

"I never wanted anyone but you"

"Not bad, not bad"

"Just do as I say"

"Stop fucking swearing"

"Be proud"

"Loosen up, would ya?"

"Now turn"

"Can I sit with you?"

"Nothing, just curious"

"It sure is fun"

"I don't blame you"

"I would never hurt you"

"Shut it!"

"I never learn my lesson"

"What's in the bag?"

"I didn't mean to"

"What did I say about protecting you?"

"I will kill you"

"There's really no need to get jealous"

"Go fuck yourself"

"And what are you gonna do about it?"

"Is he alright?"

"Dunno, you've been distant lately"

"Easy, we don't wanna make a scene and cause trouble"

"This isn't really what I had in mind"

"Oh please, everybody knows"

"All I did was have a little fun"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do"

"I need your advice"

"I don't really know how I feel about it"

"Why can't I get you off my mind?"

"Look at me - I'm not going anywhere"

"Will you just talk to me, please?"

"Tell me what's wrong"

"I might just say fuck it"

"You seem upset"

"Maybe I'm just an idiot and thought you cared"

"Do you really feel that way?"

"It's a shit situation but I'm still with you"

"Don't go, I don't wanna be alone"

"Calm down"

"What the fuck is that?"

"It shouldn't be this way"

"That's how you choose to reveal our relationship?"

"I am gonna be in so much shit"

"Can I get you anything?"

"I was about to ask if you'd marry me"

"Let me look at it"

"You are a bastard and I love you for it"

"Don't you dare."

"Please stay with me"

"You'll never know"

"I dreamed of being with you"

"Is loving you a crime, now?"

"What the fuck is that?"

"You sound like you've been crying." "No, just sick - damn cold won't fuck off."

"I had some extra time so I thought I'd stop by for a bit"

"We can be alone at last"

"He was with me all day"

"Take five minutes off and dance with me, won't you?"

"There we go, that fixed it!"

"You are an idiot."

"Oh bugger, it's ny ex..."

"You haven't played that song in so long"

"You know me through and through"

"You have never been difficult to please"

"Be fucking honest"

"Oi! Oi!"

"Fucking listen to me!"

"There is nothing more dangerous than a charming man"

"I got snot all over your shirt..." "I'm not worried, I can have it cleaned."

"I think I preferred it when you two weren't talking."

"All you ever did for me... thank you"

"I'm bulletproof." "Except you're not!"

"I can look after myself." "I know, but I... I feel better knowing that I'm around in case something goes wrong"

"I can do better"

"You aren't still upset about last night?"

"I just wanted to have a bit of fun"

"But I'm not like that"

"Never ask who's there! Have you never seen a horror film?!"

"The power's out, and I have no cell signal..."

"Hey, did you leave your hockey mask on the porch?" "I don't own a hockey mask"

"There is a guy outside with a machete and an axe"

"We are not fucking splitting up! That's a one way ticket to being murdered!" "You watch far, far too many films"

"It's a full moon, you know what that means." "That it's a full moon?"

"Don't fucking ask"

"Chill! It's just me!"

"We are lost in the woods and there is a cunt out there chasing us! Now is not the fucking time!"

"It's a house party, it'll be fun!"

"If we're gonna die, just so you know, I fucking love you"

"Is that blood?"

"Might as well sit here a minute"

"It won't hurt"

"Stay still, be quiet, I'll be back"

"So, are you ready to tell them?"

"You best be ready"

"Can we go out for one night without you getting into a fight?" "Nope"

"Your fucking jealousy will be the end of me"

"It's cold... can I sleep with you?"

"You sound like shit." "I feel like it, too"

[kindaoptimisticsquirrel]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol12 Part3

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1Vol02 Part 2 | Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 | Vol06 | Vol07 | Vol08 Part1 | Vol08 Part2 | Vol09 Part1 | Vol09 Part2 | Vol10 Part1 | Vol10 Part2 | Vol10 Part3 | Vol10 Part4 | Vol11 Part 1 | Vol11 Part2 | Vol12 Part1 | Vol12 Part2 | Vol12 Part3

Final Part! Let's get this party started for chapter 7-9 of Vol12!

Chapter 7:

MILLY AAAAAH

hngng the way tiny Meryl is desperately trying to drag Milly away...oh my poor heart Oh look another asshole. You can step right over there to the guys-we-have-no-sympathy-with-couch and have a seat. I see there's still some free space next to Chapel.

Oh you mean he's awfully quiet for a guy who just lost his love, who realized his brother wants to kill him and all his friends too, who you have personally mutilated, who basically is leading the streak of shitty-days-in-a-row?? I'm not sure but maybe it's not completely unthinkable that he might not be up to conversation.

Also THAT.

Man, that panel.

That's Vash's bullets, right? Sweet. (also not cool because it's draining him, but the concept? Sweet.)

Btw I'm listening to the Stampede soundtrack while doing these chapters. Nearly every soundtrack is a perfect fit for the scenes one way or the other :D I fricking love the stampede ost

Livioooooo!!! Aaah our big cuddly cowboy has returned!

He's so cute!! Wanting to make a good first proper introduction and being nervous about it! Awww <:3

He's so cool!

I wonder if Vash knows how his ideals live through Wolfwood and in return, in Livio. He has just joined the crew but is already fully comitted to live by the credo to not kill. Livio's not half-assing things! Wolfwood would be so proud of you.

Although Knives was resoluted earlier, it's maybe one thing to end things in a quick swift strike, or see your brother slowly falling apart beneath you. Bit late to start caring now, Knives :( Do you, though, Vash?

Chapter 8:

oh no the playlist switched to the song I used to listen over and over while reading Wolfwood's last arc (it's this here. I never watched the show but it made me sad enough while reading).

Awesome Chronica Angel/Plant panel

Aaand we're getting some more plant knowledge! Well, the Independants though DO have a concept of self, right? The others are more like a hivemind.

(Comparing them to bees in my head caused me to ask the very interesting question: what if Vash, much like bees, communicated information by moving in special ways? I'm imagining he has his own special dance for "donut in northeast direction at 360m" that he would sometimes do in front of Wolfwood and Wolfwood just stands there perplex while Vash is hopping in loops and 8 figures. Hihihi)

Thank god Vash is so concentrated or he would end up destroying the northern hemisphere.

There's a lot to analyse in the way the blood is closing in on him and caging him in. But mostly we're feeling he's getting close to the end of his powers, mentally and physically.

While the page before has been very cruel I am laughing at what appears to be the opposite of a yaoi hand.

In a twisted way I believe Knives fully means what he says here. To him, Vash and him can never have peace in a world with humans. So the only peace he can get is being dead, since Vash will never accept Knive's ideas and path.

Trimax pages that would be pretty cool to have as posters, #34378

(they're not dead though, right? In the background?)

This panel is Nightow creeping up at us readers from behind and kicking us in the shins with a roundhouse kick

Before I just read these panels as Vash lying there, near-dead, but now I think these lights are the lives he's sensing in the city below! Plants or humans alike maybe?

And that tiny bit is giving him the strength to carry on...!

Heeey!! Hii!! Hi! <3 Hiiiya!

And woaah is that Vash's black hole bullet ripping through the clouds?? It could be that, but also Chronica established a connection at this precise moment, so that could be it, too.

I am not ok, look at how desperate my boy looks.

Noooo go awaaaay

Chapter 9:

Oh dear god it's Legato's backstory. I'm not sure how many screenshots I'll post...I like the title of the chapter though. "Two people against the world". That's Legato and Knives. All throughout Trimax, Knives never really seemed to care much for Legato though? I read in another post that this could have been different, before Knives met Vash again and became kinda obsessed? And that this could also explain Legato's complete hate for Vash! I like that hypothesis, but I can't recall who wrote that sadly!

Anyway, he knows how to make an entrance for sure. And he brought a friend to the party! Big iron lady...thingie...?

And I can't deny that it's a bit badass to directly stare into the eye of a laser of a big powerful space ship.

If that was even possible: Legato's admiration level for Knives has just risen another 100 points.

There's not really an explanation why Legato, as a human, has this power, is there? Let this be another myth that Stampede might unreval in their series for us to enjoy!

We are skipping the next few pages that we have all read to jump right to this spread here:

Because it's a pretty beautiful double page. If not for the cut off faces, this could look pretty peaceful!

This is...aw man. Legato's story is really cruel. I hate him but I also love his character. The perfect adversary for Vash, too. And Knives is smiling?? I'm sure it was Knives that gave Legato his name then. Must have been the best day in his life.

Phew!! Done with Vol12! Lots of great panels and pages to look at, again! Two more to go, then we're throught. I'll be a bit sad when it's over :( The bookclub has been a wonderful constant these past weeks!

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 71 - Dude, We're Getting the Band Back Together!

The gossip at the Taste of Tartosa bar is juicy tonight.

Ophelia: You guys didn't have to quit for me!

Moses: We're not working for someone who treats anyone, let alone our friend like that.

Ophelia: But what are you going to do for work?

Moses: We have a pretty good idea.

Moses: We're starting our own band!

Ophelia: Can you do that?

Drew: Yeah, we just can't be Let Them Eat Cake anymore. Thing is, we need a lead singer…

Ophelia: Of course I'll do it, no question, but where would we even perform?

Moses: There's all kinds of bars and nightclubs that'd host live music. And you know we love you and we'd have you no matter what, but your celebrity status would definitely get our foot in a lot more doors.

Ophelia: Well, if anyone can pull this off, it's us. I'm in!

Ophelia: We're gonna need a new name.

Drew: Moses and I rattled off a few ideas on the way here, but we both kind of like The Main Squeeze.

Ophelia: Is that a pun about my last name?

Drew: Well, you're kind of the face of the band. Plus, it's fun to come up with lemon puns.

Ophelia: This is going to take a lot of planning. We need to contact venue owners, get new equipment, figure out our fees… But that's for another day. Tonight, let's get juiced!

Drew: I've never been more proud.

Xander: That's my cue!

After a couple hours of drinking and celebrating, Xander starts to clean up for the night.

Ophelia: The Main Squeeze… I really do like that name.

Moses: I still think Citrus Got Real is pretty good.

Drew: Guess it's official. We just need to find our first venue.

Xander has been a bit quiet tonight. He's had a lot to think about but he's confident in his decision.

Xander: I think a new bar is opening up soon that'd be happy to have you as regular performers. The owner is pretty great. And handsome.

He told Ophelia all about it the other night, but she knows he wasn't quite sold yet.

Ophelia: Sweetie, are you sure?

Xander: Positive. This is what my parents wanted, and it'd be a chance to bring some new life to Tartosa.

Moses: Uh, want to clue us in?

One explanation later-

Drew: A bar? Hell yeah! Finally, a party spot in Tartosa!

Ophelia: You're not just doing this on our behalf, right?

Xander: Of course not. I want to do it for me. I've been thinking a lot about my future and starting now fits perfectly with my plans.

Before Drew and Moses head out, Ophelia wants to make a toast.

Ophelia: I'm so proud to be part of this band. We've joked so much about being family that we actually became one. The world won't know what hit 'em. To The Main Squeeze!

Moses and Drew: To The Main Squeeze!

It's closing time and everything's cleaned up, but Ophelia and Xander stay for a slow dance to the stereo and a chat.

Ophelia: You're really sure it not just for me?

Xander: Yes, I am. I was hesitant, but I know I can do it.

Ophelia: I know you can too.

Ophelia: You've been thinking about the future lately, huh? What's it look like?

Xander: Well, I'll be running the bar, and I'll have a talented, kind, ambitious blonde bombshell by my side. Y'know, if said bombshell will have me.

Ophelia: Rumor has it she will.

Xander pulls Ophelia closer and kisses the back of her hand.

Ophelia: The bombshell has it pretty good in your vision of the future too. A thoughtful, sweet goofball and a future master mixologist? How could she resist?

Speaking of resisting… Time to go home.

The two have a little pre-woohoo fun.

Xander: Help me, I'm dying… And the only cure is… to touch a butt.

Ophelia: Sorry, butt machine's broke.

Xander: Tell my girlfriend… I love… her ass.

Ophelia: You're such a doofus.

You're the one getting in bed with him, girly!

Poor Marshmallow. Someday they'll have a bigger bedroom and you can have a bed near theirs.

[xirayn]

Stonathan Week Day 1: Scoops Ahoy - Jonathan helps Steve get ready to sling ice cream.

Hey Sailor

written by @xirayn and @aibhlynn

Trying something new by writing screenplays rather than short stories. Feedback on this format appreciated.

INT. HARRINGTON HOUSE – KITCHEN – EVENING

The kitchen is the height of modern interior design circa late 1980s: terra-cotta tile flooring, honey oak cabinets, white countertops and backsplash. JONATHAN is sitting at the island reading a SCOOPS AHOY training manual while STEVE gets a quart of rocky road ice cream from the freezer. There are already bowls on the island, as well as a white sailor’s hat with ‘AHOY’ embroidered in blue across the front.

JONATHAN

(Reading)

Greet all customers with a smile and a cheerful 'ahoy'.

JONATHAN looks up at STEVE, who sets the ice cream on the counter.

STEVE

(Deadpan)

Ahoy there, sailor. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain, Steve Harrington.

JONATHAN is trying hard to suppress a smile. Steve rolls his eyes and takes the top off the ice cream.

JONATHAN

That wasn't very cheerful.

STEVE

(Still deadpan)

Ahoy, me hearty lads and lassies, I am Captain Steve and I will be taking you on a magical journey to an ocean of flavor.

JONATHAN

It is painfully obvious you have never worked with customers.

STEVE

I worked at the pool. There were a lot of customers there.

JONATHAN

You weren’t serving them. Here, give me the scoop.

JONATHAN reaches for the ice cream scoop and STEVE gives it over without any objection. With the scoop in his hand, JONATHAN smiles with the forced friendliness that comes with working in the service industry.

JONATHAN

Ahoy, matey. Are you ready to set sail on an ocean of flavor?

STEVE

Dude, you look like someone is controlling your facial expressions.

JONATHAN

Do you want my help, or not?

STEVE

Do you want my ice cream or not?

STEVE takes the scoop back as Jonathan laughs.

JONATHAN

Fine. Try adding some of that 'Harrington charm' this time.

STEVE runs the scoop over the smooth surface of the ice cream. He looks at JONATHAN through his lashes with the start of a coy grin.

STEVE

Ahoy, my good sir. I'm Captain STEVE, would you like to set sail with me on a journey through an ocean of flavor?

JONATHAN

Do you have anything other than rocky road?

STEVE

There's mint, butterscotch and Swiss vanilla.

JONATHAN smirks at ‘butterscotch’, trying not to laugh and making Steve tense.

JONATHAN

Butterscotch?

STEVE

What's wrong with butterscotch?

JONATHAN

Nothing, if you're taking your grandkids out for ice cream.

With a tight frown, STEVE returns the scoop of ice cream back to the carton. He closes the carton and returns it to the freezer, coming back with Swiss vanilla. JONATHAN is clearly unimpressed and possibly a bit exasperated by the display.

JONATHAN

And there goes your tip - You can't let the customer know you are anything other than happy to serve them.

STEVE pushes the bowl of Swiss vanilla across the island to JONATHAN. His expression remains neutral.

STEVE

Enjoy your vanilla ice cream, sir.

JONATHAN

Oh, come on, are you actually upset?

STEVE hesitates to answer while JONATHAN picks out the chocolate covered almonds from his ice cream.

STEVE

The very first and last time my mom took me to get ice cream, she got me butterscotch. Last time she said she was proud of me.

JONATHAN

You don't have to justify why you like something, Steve. Just like it.

This seems to be a revelation to Steve. He blinks, confused, then laughs lightly with a shake of his head.

STEVE

You might have a point there.

JONATHAN eats his ice cream while STEVE picks up the hat to idly fidget with as he sits down

STEVE

Did I mention the Party is already asking me for free ice cream? I haven't even started working yet!

JONATHAN

Of course they are. When I worked at the theater, they were always asking if I could sneak them in or get them free popcorn. Their favorite babysitter working at an ice cream shop is basically a dream come true.

STEVE flips the hat onto his head then slumps forward onto the counter, resting his head on his crossed arm.

STEVE

I fully expect them to beg me to let them sneak in to slip inside the theater unseen once I start working.

JONATHAN

And Dustin is the one that suggested you apply?

JONATHAN pushes the ice cream bowl aside so he can mirror STEVE’s posture. They are both grinning slightly with an almost playful energy that hints there is more to their relationship than what is seen at first glance.

JONATHAN

You got played, skipper.

STEVE

Are you going to complain about all the future free ice cream coming your way?

JONATHAN

Abusing your employee benefits already?

STEVE

If I'm going to be forced into abusing them for a bunch of brats, I might as well abuse them for my friends.

JONATHAN

So we're friends now?

STEVE

Dude, we're hanging out in my kitchen eating ice cream.

JONATHAN

That's true.

STEVE

How was your vanilla?

STEVE sits up slightly to take the spoon from the bowl JONATHAN pushed aside to have a taste. When he notices JONATHAN watching his mouth, he pulls the spoon out slowly. STEVE’s tongue flicks over his lips. JONATHAN swallows before looking away.

JONATHAN

Scoops Ahoy knows how to make ice cream. I don't get the obsession with chunks, though.

STEVE

Not even a ribbon of flavor?

JONATHAN

That's more understandable. I'm just not into chewing my ice cream.

STEVE

What can I say. I like nuts.

STEVE is clearly going for a double meaning that JONATHAN glosses over.

JONATHAN

I like them, too, but in trail mix or cookies.

STEVE

I could go for some cookies.

JONATHAN

All this ice cream isn't enough?

STEVE

How much did you see me actually eat, Jon?

JONATHAN

I asked if you were ready to set sail on an ocean of flavor.

JONATHAN gets up and goes around the island to lean beside Steve.

JONATHAN

What do you say, matey? Want to cast off with me?

STEVE chuckles, amused by JONATHAN’s attempt at flirting. It works, of course, and STEVE takes the hat from his head to put on JONATHAN.

STEVE

Aye aye, Captain.

[minhmynchi]

a little bit on the rambly side but like. i think the reason writing is taking me so long (not just because i don't have time because of how much i'm working) but because sif and loop have issues that sting quite a bit when i try to write resolutions lol.

they kinda hit a little too hard and i still don't know how to handle the issues myself when it comes to applying it to my life so i don't really have good advice/insight that i can say sif or loop would know to help each other lol... and i want them to heal but they've gotten worse, loop especially, and what i have planned for the next chapter is just a huge blowout basically and they still struggle to talk even then and it's like. damn. how do i help them help each other if i've weaved too much of myself into them that i can't even help myself lol ughghhh being clingy being easily jealous never feeling like you have any direct impact on what few choices you have in life. wanting to keep everyone's worries about you at the minimum. trying to take on everything by yourself cause of that. and if i write the obvious resolutions i keep thinking of myself and how it's sooooo hard to do that so it's like. really really difficult to keep pushing on to writing lol but i did kinda do this myself i did kinda make it where they're at a standstill and things will just inevitably get worse lol

it also doesn't help that like i'm trying soooo hard to have my fic be unique but also idk what ppl have been writing lately i only keep up with bto bc fav fic ever fav depiction of loop and the party everrrr and i can't write like that and all the resolutions to issues are so smart and i definitely wouldn't have thought of all the words said to resolve things lol it's soooooo difficult to write lately. damn

like. ultimately i am Working on a few things

im unable to take compliments and really believe them but im working on that

but also it feels so narcissistic of Me specifically to be proud of anything i make lol it feels so self-centered so i tend to not feel that way and ig that falls away to me just not feeling good about most things i make but rghghh my fic means the world to me i have written it for me and me alone even if i Love attention even if i desperately want to talk to ppl about it but can't bc idk how to reach out to ppl i am still just making it for me like 100% i'm sure there's a lot of different things ppl would have thought the fic to go already or how it would be carried out but idc about any of that y'all can make ur own fic or whatever this is just how i write and want to write

(but also what if it's too ooc lol that's the part that worries me the most)

ugh