#Our final walk is on the 22nd

[humblemooncat]

Now that my brain has had time to rest, I wanted to post these shots from our Shadowbringers walk last night!

It was a fun time, albeit a long one. Thank you to those who stopped by, it was really lovely to see you all! <3

(From left to right in the last two pics: @lostghosts, @sae-mian, My boy Lohi, @zylphiacrowley, @pangolinheart, & @lilvulpix-alex)

[bigwishes]

Big Man on Campus

(a trade with @alphajocklover)

Trent had been going to college for almost 4 years at this point, he was 21 and steadily approaching his 22nd birthday and approaching his graduation even faster. He had spent most of his time inside, working on his computer engineering degree or gaming. He didn't really care for the college party scene, he'd much rather stay in his tidy little single all weekend until monday classes.

but when it finally sank in how close it was to being over Trent couldn't help but have a little bit of regret, should he have hit the gym with the other guys on his floor? should he have joined the casual rowing team just for some fun and exercise? was computer science really what he wanted a degree in? Senior doubt and regret flooded his mind, but there was still an upside. 4 months were left, 4 months he'd make the most of.

Trent went on the college forums looking for something to do, he thought about a few of the options but found two that he really liked. The first was a dungeons and dragons club the second was listen as an exercise club but it also seemed to be a project for two sport science students.

Transformation Experiment Ground: "Our names are Brody and Clark, we are looking for young males on campus who are out of shape looking to get in shape and help with our experiment. Come form a sense of community, get the body you desire and help us with our research!" Monday came and classes went. Normally Trent would go home and smash out a few ours gaming but it was time for his clubs to start. First he had the sport experiment thing, the only issue was he only had a few minutes to get to the dnd club across campus, but he wasn't sure how sweaty he'd get or if he'd need a shower. He just had to hope there was a shower at the campus gym.

Trent checked his phone, he thought he was going to the campus gym but the address was for a room in the athlete scholarship dorms. Trent walked passed the gym and into the building next to it. The halls had photos of previous college athletes plastered up between the doors.

Finally he arrived, right on time, room 223. Trent raised his hand to knock when the door suddenly swung open. Standing before him was a jacked guy with spiked blonde hair in a black tank and grey sweat pants and standing next to him just slightly down the hall was an equally jacked dude with shaggy brown hair in the same outfit.

"hey bro what's up I'm Brody and just over there is Clark"

Brody stuck out his hand but when Trent went to shake it he realised Brody was waiting for a fist bump not a hand shake, Trent awkwardly closed up his hand and bumped Brody's fist. Clark let out a douchey laugh that echoed out the door.

"Come in man, come in"

"You are, the only one comin" Clark sighed

"oh, was I the only one who signed up?"

Trent started to get anxious, guys who looked like this normally bullied him and now he was going to be on his own with them for an hour. Trent made his way into the room, following Brody and Clark.

The athlete dorms were so much bigger than the other rooms he'd been in. There was a large lounge space with a small kitchen, a door to a private bathroom and two bedrooms either side of the lounge.

In the corner of the lounge there was a small fold out chair and table. On the table were 5 green vials and what looked to be an oculus rift stripped down to its basic components.

"so ummm, where do we start with like a workout plan?"

"nah dude, I mean I can totally write you one but this is a bit more of a series of practice experiments" Brody said as he walked over to the small table

"get him hooked up man, I'm gonna grab my laptop with the video"

Trent followed Brody over to the small fold out chair

"its nothing too fancy but our class mates got the actual sports lab, apparently our experiment is pseudo-science"

"what exactly are you guys studying?"

"we are trying to see if active suggestion and nutrients redirection can get people to actively pursue fitness"

"oh damn, I just thought this was like, a workout class" Trent sat down as Brody began setting up the make shift visor. "if you don't mind me asking, what are you guys majoring in?"

"well I'm getting a double major in bio-chemistry and psychology"

"and I'm getting a double major in computer engineering and software development" Clark said as he walked back in carrying an open laptop

Trent's jaw almost dropped to the floor, he'd come here thinking he was going to be made to workout by two dumb jocks who were just going to scribble times on a napkin, but instead he's participating in a proper experiment designed by two people probably leagues smarter than him.

"okay man its real easy, we are gonna hook up an image display for a few minutes and you'll take a shot of this" Clark said as he handed over one of the small green vials.

"errrr, is it safe?"

Clark burst out laughing and Brody couldn't help but crack a smile.

"yeah man, its just a diet supplement you can get offline, fda approved, basically it tells your muscles they want to hold water and your fat cells to burn"

Trent downed the green liquid as Clark flicked the visor down over his eyes. There was a short beep sound before images began to flash on the visor. Flashes of guys working out, of dumbbells and the words you are a jock and you love working out and muscle.

Trent couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry guys this is so corny" He laughed.

The other two began to chuckle as well as the room filled with laughter.

"Look dude, Its the closest thing I could find on YouTube, its about the suggestions" Clark laughed

Suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker and all 3 globes in the lounge burnt out at once.

"what the-" Brody and Clark said in unison, but they were interrupted when sparks began to fly off the oculus. They rushed to try and take it off Trent but were shocked by the electricity. Sparks shout out of the power point in the wall and the two boys watched helplessly as Trent began to convulse in his seat.

Trent let out a painful and stalled out moan as the electricity travelled over the oculus and shocked his temples.

The room was dark was illuminated every few seconds by a shock or spark and the two boys could swear they could see something, something happening to Trent's body. A few more seconds passed before it finally stopped.

Brody and Clark stood there stunned, the sound of beeping could be heard from the kitchen as the oven entered safety mode, but a more concerning noise echoed in the boys ears. The sound of sizzling. Clark carefully walked over to the curtains and opened them, the room filling with light and showing them what had happened to Trent.

He sat in the chair with his head slumped forward, his chin hitting his chest as smoke was rising off the device on his head and all over his body. But what the two saw in the dark wasn't a trick of the light, Trent had indeed gotten bigger. His skinny fat body had expanded, he'd become more lean, his muscles more pronounced and most of the fat on his body had melted away.

Trent let out a moan as a string of drool fell from his mouth

"OH THANK FUCK HE'S ALIVE" Clark cried out with a sigh of relief.

The two rushed over and pulled the device off his head. Trent's eyes instantly responded as he looked up at the two of them.

"wooahh bro, huhu, that was intence" Trent mumbled

"yeah, thank god you're okay" said Brody.

Trent lifted his arm to the side and flexed his bicep and let out a dumb chuckle.

"errr, dude, real quick, what's your name?"

"Trent, duuuhuhuhu, you fuckin forgetful bro?"

Trent seemed okay but something was wrong, even with the short interaction the three of them had, Clark and Brody knew something had happened to him.

"hey Trent, what are you" Brody asked

Trent smirked as he lifted his other arm, completing a double bicep pose.

"a jock, duuuhuhuhu"

Trent stood up and effortlessly pushed passed the two as he started heading towards the door.

"well at least we know his motor functions weren't damaged"

Clark and Brody quickly followed him

"Dude, I really think you should go to the medical centre"

"Nah bro, I got dnd like NOW I gotta boost"

"wait Trent!" Clark yelled out "err, dnd thats an interesting hobbie for a jock, what else are you into"

Trent spun around on the spot with a big smirk on his face

"glad you asked dude, I love three things, gymmin, gamin, dndenin..dndin.....dndining....." Trent's voice trailed off as he tried to finish forming his catchy sentence

"and, what about your major? what are you studying?" Brody asked

"errr huhuhu, like, what's a major?" Trent said turning around to leave again

"FUCK DUDE I THINK WE ACTUALLY FRIED HIS BRAIN" Clark started to panic

"I mean, yeah, but it seems like his core interests and that jock hypno video have combined into a new personality, I dunno if we friend his brain more, re-wrote it"

"DUDE NOW IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE HUMAN BRAIN WE FUCKING CREATED GYM BRO FRANKENSTIEN"

Trent walked out the door into the crowded hallway. Students were all talking over the top of each other in front of their dorm rooms trying to work out what was going on. The two boys raced out to follow Trent.

"Trent dude wait!, errr, tell me about your dnd character" Brody called out desperately trying to stop him from leaving

Trent continued to power forward through the crowd, pushing through them like water with his new powerful body.

"well bro, I was gonna play some like, lil spell caster dude, but like, i dunno bro, numbers are hard, so like, I think I'm just gonna play, like, some sick fucking, roided out minotaur with a huge axe"

Brody was struggling to keep up with Trent, they both had already lost Clark to the sea of students. Brody grabbed onto the back of Trent's shirt which caused him to stop and turn around.

"woah lil dude, if you wanted some action all you had to do was ask, I got an 8 inch python with your na-"

"WHAT!, ha, oh, no dude, errr, that's" Brody's face turned bright red as he got flustered.

"no? damn too bad, you lil fuckin, science dudes are kinda cute"

Brody was stunned, some how all this muscle and new persona had also added a level of charm to Trent that dug right through to his core. But it was too late to grab his attention again. Trent had already pulled away and gone off out of Brody's sight...

One week had passed since the extreme power surge that had hit the Athlete Scholarship Dorms. There almost wasn't a single incident other than a few blown light bulbs and some damaged electronics....almost. The college had found out about Trent, no matter how hard Brody and Clark tried to hide it. However the two got off lucky. Both the College and the investigation into what happened deemed it was an accident that unfortunately resulted in what was being called "Personality Death". Trent had an entirely healthy body and brain with no signs of damages, but something had happen to completely re-write who and what he was.

The college couldn't let Trent graduate, he couldn't even remember what he had enrolled for, but the college still found a purpose for him. The hid the extreme and sudden body transformation from the investigation and gave Trent a 'job'. His official title was research assistant but he was too stupid for any serious work. His real job was to sit there and be injected with experimental steroids. Forced to grow like some roided out lab rat. Not that he cared, every time Trent put on even an ounce of muscle he'd spend hours in the mirror flexing. He was the biggest guy on campus.

[6 years later]

"okay babe, just hold still"

"aahhh, fuck, it feels so good when it goes in"

"you are so weird, I hate getting injections"

"well huhuhu, when you got a sexy lil piece of meat to do em, its a huge fuckin turn on dude"

Brody stood up from the kitchen table and began to clean up the injection kit, chuckling as he did it.

"Trent, that's so cheesy"

Trent stood up, the sound of wood scraping against the floor filled the room as he effortlessly and accidentally moved the entire dining table.

"will it make me look like Captain America huhuhu?"

"babe...seriously, I think we passed the Captain America stage about 150 pounds ago"

"then hit me with all 6 and make me the hulk" Trent pressed his body against Brody and the table.

Brody was no stranger to 300+ pounds pressing against him "I said no Trent" a slight grin cracked across Brody's face, 'besides, for all I know that one shot will add another 50 pounds, we gotta wait and see."

Trent stood there staring into Brody's eyes with an expression that could only be described as a computer failing to load a basic program 10 times in a row.

"Then jab me with all 6 and give me" Trent stopped to count on his fingers, "120 pounds of muscle" a large smirk crept across his face, proud he was able to do the math in his head.

Brody rolled his eyes and chuckled

"that'd be 300 pounds babe" Brody packed up the rest of the kit and left the kitchen.

Trent went to follow after him, he had hit the gym already today so no other thoughts existed in his mind other than getting attention for how big he was from Brody, but as he walked out the kitchen he caught a glimpse of himself and began flexing in the lounge room mirror, completely forgetting what he had been doing just 2 seconds again...

He was so proud of the roided lab rat he had become...

[arsenal-womens-1]

What if I say no and I come with you

Request

“It’s one thing to be in love, but it’s something else entirely to be willing to sacrifice everything for it.” - Unknown

December 10th: We had just got back on the bus; we had just played Chelsea and won 4-1. The main topic throughout the bus was the transfer window. You and Jen were sitting next to each other. On the opposite side, Beth and Viv sat. You and Beth were nearest to the window with your partners next to you. Beth and Jen were talking as you and Viv just sat and listened. The topic of transfers comes up. Everyone knows that you and Jen’s contracts run out in January.

“Are you going to sign new contracts this season?” You and Jen had put a lot of thought into it. Jen had already started to get offers, a lot from the NWSL. You had received some offers as well, so you had decided that Jen was going to go to the NWSL and you somewhere in Europe. You had done this countless times, but something about this didn’t feel the same. Jen glances over at you.

“We talked, and we decided if things don’t change with the offers, I’m going to go to the NWSL and Y/N somewhere in Europe.”

You just hum. “What about you, Viv?” It was no secret in the team that Viv was unhappy. The way she was being treated was wrong, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

“I haven’t decided anything yet, but if I don’t, my contract runs out in July, so I guess I’ll just see what happens.” After that, the other two go back to talking.

January 2nd: Kim Little has invited the whole team around for a team bonding session. Training didn’t start for another few days, but as the transfer season is now open, this is probably the last time that this team will play together. We needed to be at her house at 5 p.m., and it’s currently 4:56. You two just pulled into her street. A few cars you recognize. Jen pulls into an open spot, turns off the car, and gets out. She always insists on opening the door for you. You walk up to the house, knocking on the door. You wait for someone to answer. Kim finally opens it.

“Hey, come in. A few of the girls are already here.” Walking into the main room, more than half of the team is there. You and Jen separate and go talk to different people. You walk over to Frida, Lia, Amanda, Stina, Katie, and Caitlin.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You stand next to Lia. “Hey.” You had not seen each other since the 21st, as everyone left for where they were spending Christmas on the 22nd.

“How was Christmas?” Everyone talks about what they did and random stuff. Once again, the transfer topic comes up.

“Y/N, have you and Jen chosen what teams you’re going to?”

You had thought about it for the last month but had yet to pick one. “Jen has; I haven’t yet, though.”

January 19th: You had just finished training. You had been thinking about it and didn’t know who to talk to, so when you bump into Kelly Smith, it feels like a blessing.

“Hey, Kelly, can I ask you something?”

She had always said that if any of you needed help, you could ask her, and now you need that help.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

You look around to make sure that nobody is near. “How did you know you were making the right choice when you retired?”

She takes a moment to think. “I knew I was making the right decision when I looked at all the things I had achieved, and when I thought about it, I felt at peace that I had done everything I could and won everything I could. I knew I was doing it for the right reasons.”

Hearing her say that really helped. Realistically, there was nothing else you could win—you won the Euros with England, came second in the World Cup, had Olympic medals, and played for Barca. You had done it all. You nod your head.

“Thank you for saying that.”

You go to the changing room and see everyone. You get changed.

January 30th: We are standing in our back garden. It was Jen’s goodbye party. A few people were talking, a few eating, and a lot playing football. You and Jen are standing on the deck at the top of the garden. Her arms are wrapped around your back as your head is on her chest.

“Jen.”

She hums to show that she’s listening.

“What if I say no to all the teams and come with you? I don’t want to be separated anymore. I’m happy with everything I’ve achieved; there’s nothing left to do.”

She pulls back a little to look at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign that you’re lying.

“Are you serious?”

You nod your head as your voice seems to have disappeared.

Jen’s expression softens as she looks you in the eye. “Are you sure? There’s a lot to consider—what if you regret it? What if you miss out on opportunities that could have come your way?”

You squeeze her hands gently. “I know there are risks. But I think the chance to be together and not worry about when the next time we get to see each other is worth it. I want to wake up with you next to me. I’ve done everything I have ever wanted for my career; there’s nothing left to accomplish.”

She holds you in a tight hug. “If this is what you truly want, then come with me.”

[jakevwebber]

we know better - rigel wilde x fem reader

october 22nd

halloween party

tonight was the halloween party this was the biggest party of the year , everybody enjoyed halloween over any season so we always went out for this party.

only tonight the year above us were coming meaning 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚 would be there , to sum up about rigel he never dated anybody ever always kept to himself but i began to 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 him the more i saw him around school and decided to let him know that so when he finally realised he decided to keep us a secret .

we aren’t dating nor do we have feelings for each other we just like to fuck on the odd occasion nobody knows right now except for us and it will hopefully be kept that way.

but he’s the year above and we have never been near each other like this outside of school infront of people so hopefully both of us can contain ourselves otherwise the secrets out when we know better.

7:46 pm

i finished getting ready putting on my red lipstick smudging the corner a little bit grabbing my jacket a bat and my bag with random bits.

i called an uber and sat on my front porch waiting for the uber to arrive , while waiting i went on my going onto snapchat snapping all my friends back a picture of me posing .

my best friend fiorélla messaged me asking how long i was going to be and what my outfit turned out like so i messaged back saying i’d be around 20 minutes and then sent her a snap.

my uber finally pulled up and i got inside closing the door and the man set off.

8:11pm

fiorélla was waiting for me on the sidewalk of the house , i got out the uber going up to her hugging her and giving her a kiss telling her how sexy she looked she returned the favour

we walked inside and the music was incredibly loud loads of people dancing by themselves or on each other and drinks in their hand , firoélla was holding my hand to drag me through the crowd to get to the kitchen .

we got to the kitchen i grabbed a red cup for me and her fi added vodka to our cups and i added red bull as a mixer and fi added coca cola.

“have you spotted fuck face yet?” fi asks

my heart dropped

“w-what?”

“fuck face ?” she looks at me confused

my heart gains consciousness again

“ohhhh stella no no i haven’t thank god i don’t want to” i laugh

“who did you think i was on about”

“idk that’s why i was confused”

she nodded and kissed my cheek and walked into the dining room after spotting her boyfriend zacheyo .

i continued finishing my drink and then pouring myself another and walking into the main room where everybody was dancing.

i joined in with the dancing after spotting my two friends vico and aria , whole i was dancing and moving around the round i made eye contact with rigel i didn’t even know he was here yet

i paused for a second then carried on dancing making sure nobody notices i didn’t see directly but i could feel him just staring at me .

i walked away from the dancing to get another drink i walked the other way so i didn’t have to walk past him but he obviously followed me and ended up standing infront of me with the counter in the way.

i got the vodka and cranberry mixing it together and then finally looking at him while i take a sip

then i realise what he’s wearing .

he’s gone as the joker and i’m harley this can’t be a coincidence no way

“how did u know i was harley” i asked

“i didn’t” he said with a smirk

“you must have heard me talk about it because why would u come as joker you don’t even like dressing up unless it’s a masquerade ball we’re it’s only a mask”

“i love that you know so much about me” he smiled

“i’m really not trying to make this obvious because your the one that would get backlash for being with me or fucking me so if you don’t want anybody to know shut up and stop” i say

he walked round the counter to stand closer to me “i don’t really care anymore , i’d been thinking about it and i don’t care”

i looked up at him in shock

“what?” i did a small shocked giggle

“you heard me” he smirked

10:26pm

i was so drunk it was unbelievable fi went home with her boyfriend because she wasn’t well and made sure aria would take me home so i was safe even tho i was gonna be safe either way.

the whole night rigel would go back and forth from the sofa to the kitchen to then dancing with me , to be honest i don’t think anybody noticed me and rigel everyone was probably too drunk.

rigel was now dancing with me and the song hell is round the corner came on.

i immediately looked at rigel laughing and smiling him doing the same , this song would come on slot when we would be having sex which made us now dancing very intimate.

his hands were trailing up and down my waist as my back was leaning against his chest.

he couldn’t hold himself back so he grabbed my hand took me upstairs to an empty room with a lock immediately pushing me onto the bed and then locking to door and then began taking his jacket off and mine.

my back played against the mattress with rigel above me kissing me deeply

he continued the kisses from my mouth to my neck and carried on till he reached my shorts

“can i take these off?” he asked

i nodded and he took my shorts and thong off leaving my bottom half bare

he moved his body back up to near me and took his shirt off and then took mine off throwing both to the floor

rigel made his way up to my bra unhooking the clip at the back revealing my boobs he eagerly moved his hands straight to them kissing them

"rigel please i need you"

"using your words good girl"

he began kissing up my thighs until he reached my clit starting to pleasure me by kissing my clit licking the folds up and down i was out of breath moaning quietly

he stopped kissing me and brought two fingers near my mouth then making me suck on them and bringing them down near my hole teasing me slightly just rubbing them around my hole touching each fold

"plea-se"

"what was that?"

"rigel please i need you”

he shoved his fingers straight into my hole curling his fingers inside then bringing them in and out

my moans were so loud it was echoing through the walls

"words."

"faster rigel"

he somehow got faster making me moan i covered my mouth arching my back

"im gon-gonna cum"

"not yet sexy"

"please"

he wriggled his fingers inside of me curling them again hitting my g-spot making me edge when he realised he took his fingers out of me leaving me empty.

he sat on his knees in between my legs starting to unbuckle his belt , take his jeans off then his boxers his cock sprung up after he brought his boxers down and he began to rub his thumb over his tip before leaning over me he kissed me again

"are u sure you want to carry on baby?"

"yes" i say out of breath

he was looking down at his cock holding onto it before positioning it at my folds sliding in slowly gripping one side of my waist bringing me down onto him faster

"omg ri-rigel"

he was moving faster and faster but it was incredible he moved his hand from my waist to my boob griping onto it squeezing it roughly

"rigel faster please"

"on it baby"

he kept slamming into me making me scream and moan in pleasure and pain

he turned me over so i was now on top of him while he was still inside of me and i began riding him , he was holding both sides of my waist lightly as i was doing the work i was moving backwards and forwards placing my hands on his chest with my boobs in his face

"i can't do it"

"i'll take over don't worry"

he was now gripping my waist slamming me on him going up and down throwing his head back moaning loudly digging his nails into my sides

"y/n please"

i was so close and so was he but he kept going as fast as he could he quickly grabbed both my boobs hoping it would help keep me up right

"i'm gonna cum" he groaned

"let's together"

i started to ride him again and he moved me up and down then we both moaned loudly and finished together.

“that was good” i said out of breath getting off him

“yeah it was , we should keep doing it with no distractions” while saying this he was putting his boxers back on sat on the edge of the bed and me sat the other side putting my panties and bra on

“what does that mean ?”

“i want to be with you , like properly , let everyone know becuase i don’t care anymore and i know you never did” he said smiling at me

“really?”

“yeah”

i walk over to him sitting on his lap my arms around his neck and began kissing him again

“i’ll be your girlfriend then but you have to ask me out properly”

“who said i wasn’t going to do it properly?” he laughed kissing my cheek

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so sorry guys for how long this took but please give this as much attention as you can !! thank you all for make sure to remind em all the time love you ❤️

i have also not checked this so if there’s a spelling mistake i apologise i do hope you enjoy this 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

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[jilyawards]

The Jily Fandom Rec List 2024 is a compilation of Jily stories our readers want to keep an eye on for this year's awards.

OCTOBER

The Quidditch Captain's Secret (completed, 7.6k) by Finnicksarchive. Rated G.

Embarrassed at having caught a muggle cold, James Potter decides to weather through his illness alone. His loyal friends agree to keep his condition a secret, but his absence is quickly noted by none other than one Lily Evans. On her search to discover the truth about his seeming disappearance, Lily is confronted with a terrifying reality: she actually cares for the cocky quidditch captain. Eventually, Lily finds James in bad shape, and takes it upon herself to nurse him back to health.

The Clean Up Crew (WIP, 16.9k as of 31 October 2024) by @alittlebitofeverything23. Rated T.

There’s an unspoken rule about hosting a House party: if it’s your party, you’re in charge of cleaning up. Follow James and Lily throughout their years at Hogwarts via House parties, birthday bashes, Slug Club events, and more.

Simmer Until Ready (completed, 3.6k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated T.

James Potter is not a healer. His is a potioneer—the Order of the Phoenix's lead potioneer, in fact. So when their top field fighter—Lily Evans—comes to him for treatment after a particularly rough mission, he helps the best way he knows how: a vial of freshly-brewed Skele-Gro and a dose of laughter. Written for Jily Week 2024 Day 4: Flip the Script

Stupid T-Shirts (completed, 5.5k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated E.

The last night on a group vacation, Mary pushes everyone to engage in a tacky T-shirt swap before going out. Suggestive shirts, months of pining, and one particular tequila shot finally lead Lily to reach her breaking point. Drunken kisses can be dismissed and joked about, but this—this would be crossing a line they won’t be able to uncross.

You Know How To Ball, I Know Aristotle (completed, 6.8k) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.

Now that the global superstar, Grammy-winning singer-songwriter Lily Evans and professional football player James Potter are together, they have to juggle the difficulties of a relationship in the public eye. Fresh off her World Tour, Lily Evans arrives at Wembley Stadium one year after James Potter first attended her show, to perform there for one final weekend before heading to the studio to record her next album. Her boyfriend, in the meantime, is off to Germany to play at the Euros for England. How will they ever make their relationship work when Lily is - so the press loves to imply - the least supportive WAG of the tournament?

Between the Desire and the Spasm (WIP, 31.8k as of 31 October 2024) by @uncertainwallflower. Rated M.

Trains are arguably the centre of everything. The sinew of civilisation for muggles and wizards alike. They are where all walks of life converge. Congregate. In synchronised traversal. Shared agony inflicted by the piercing screech of metal on metal, bonding all patrons aboard a carriage. And outside. A passing glimpse of someone you thought you’d never see again. Trains. They change everything.

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[gallavichthings]

It's time!

How would you all like 21 22 fics on the 21st 22nd of December?

The Gallavich Masquerade Ball 2023 is now open! Grab a glass of champagne or anything else you'd prefer, some hors d'oeuvres, and choose your (first) dance partner for the night!

You can check all the fics in our AO3 collection or on this post, after the cut. A list of all authors with links to their profiles is also included. This post is pinned so you can check it whenever you want.

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Cheers!

Keep reading to get a list of all the fics with their summaries and word count, as well as a list of all the authors, with links to their AO3 profiles.

FICS:

AITA?  (2,072)

AITA? My new clients (29M and 31M) threatened me and I want to fire them. I know that’s not official therapist speak. TLDR; I want to encourage them to have healthier boundaries and find a new therapist, but until then, what do I do?

Attitude adjustment (4,483)

Post-canon Ian and Mickey figure out some relationship issues. That includes insults, (play-)fighting, more insults, and orgasms. Or: Mickey is having an attitude. Thank god Ian knows exactly what to do.

Black Charcoal meets Fiery Red (1,838)

Ian poses in a life drawing class. A straight forward job, if not for the guy with the blue eyes who can't stop staring at him.

Carnival (3,136)

Ian and Mickey spend the evening at a carnival... "Ian locked the car’s door, and put his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, as they walked towards the carnival. He had brought the leaflet home a few days ago, wiggling the colorful sketch of a carousel and the outdated font under Mickey’s nose with some hopeful glee. Mickey had protested for habit sake, but had caved in pretty easily..."

Five Dates with Brad f*cking Pitt (4,269)

Sometimes things may not be what they seem. Especially when there are assholes around who add fuel to the fire just for the sake of a fucking joke.

Groceries (2,260)

A routine trip to the store turns into a trip down memory lane.

The Guardians (4,879)

3,000 years ago, they had to join forces to defeat an evil sorcerer. Now, the sorcerer was back, and more powerful than ever. Could they defeat him for good?

i'll find a new place to be from (5,947)

They stand in silence for a couple beats, unspoken words lingering above their heads. The cig in his hand has long burned out and Ian resists the temptation to light up another, and another. He feels his mouth open, and close, then open again–but nothing comes out. Time’s up. "See you inside, Red," Mickey finally says before pushing the door open, and Ian remembers how to breathe.

Infused Attraction (3,434)

Mickey has to receive Iron infusions. Ian is a student nurse who is assisting the other nurses with the infusion. Mickey is interested in the redhead. Ian is seemingly interested in him too. Let's see how it goes!

Italy (I Trust And Love You) (3,183)

"Ian closed his eyes and ran a hand through his damp hair. He sighed and straightened his shoulders. Took a deep breath, as if to steal himself for some monumental task, and walked off down the sidewalk. The rain made quick work of drenching him. Ian didn’t seem to notice. In the dirt beneath the tree, drawn in crude blocky letters made with the toe of his boot: I + M." OR A story mostly told through Debbie's eyes during world war two, as she worries for all her brothers, but particularly the one sent home much before the rest.

Jump To Recipe (5,977)

Hiring Mickey Milkovich - Freelance Photographer to shoot the photos for his food blog was the best move Ian’s ever made. Mickey’s a fantastic shot, plus he’s committed to the success of Ian’s blog. (He’s fucking hot, too. But that’s just an added bonus.) And the best thing about him, is that in all the ways he’s professional behind the camera, he’s refreshingly unprofessional to Ian’s face. Which means when he comes around, Ian always knows he’s in for a good laugh, intriguing conversation, and an ego boost - Mickey never shy about how much he loves Ian’s food when they dig in after the shoot. Ian’s made chocolate lava cake today. But when extra time leads to their at-home appointment going way off script - Mickey wanting to update Ian’s headshots, but with a twist - who will the spicier photos leave wanting more, the “housewife army” from his blog’s comment section, or Ian and Mickey?

A Lot (4,245)

What could have happened if Ian had told Mickey that he was worried about going to Mexico with him?

The man in the van (2,141)

“Suppose I should thank you for the compliment then,” Ian teases, smirking a little. The guy snorts. “Don’t mention it, Red. I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.” He proceeds to shamelessly check Ian out again, licking the corner of his mouth as he does. or Ian Gallagher wouldn't mind some excitement in his life. Enter one Mickey Milkovich, ready to oblige.

ole red (5,596)

Mickey is out of prison and walking the straight and narrow with help of his cheering section, P.O. Larry . It’s hard being tough in a pastel polo and dad shorts. Old Army is just a paycheck until he meets the assistant manager, Ian. Finally he figures out Ian was Mandy’s Ian from their teen years. Mickey is attracted to the redhead but is still closeted. Ian responds to Mickey lashing out by revealing he knows Mickey’s secret. Mickey decides to be brave and the reward , huge 😈

The Reason to Exist (4,851)

lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: can you stop stealing my loot lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: this team only needs 1 sharpshooter anyway 😐 mm1234567890 [18:23]: shut up u f** lieutenantcolonel [18:23]: WHAT

Red Hot (4,364)

Ian's workday has been shitty... but his afternoon might just be very different. Thanks to his favorite nephew and a certain mouthy and opinionated stall owner at the winter farmer's market.

A Salute Before We Sink (4,601)

The world will end tomorrow. Ian's only chance at survival is to earn a spot in an underground bunker. One man stands in his way.

Snowballs and Sneaking Out (2,441)

Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.

So drunk on you (3,878)

"Then Mickey launches himself into quite a detailed account of the previous evening and there goes Ian’s sanity. He’s learned over the months to hone his selective hearing. That is, he’s not tuning Mickey out completely but he’s trained his brain to gloss over the facts that fall under the TMI category and focus on the highlights. Again, for the sake of his sanity. Because the thing is, he’s so gone on Mickey it’s actually embarrassing. And he’s been gone pretty much from the very beginning." Just another friends-to-lovers story.

Span the Distance, Bridge the Border (4,988)

Ian and Mickey are happy, living on the West Side and adjusting to life as husbands in their new apartment. Things are going well, really well, until one day Mickey’s brothers show up. And God only knows what they could possibly want.

weight of the world (3,360)

Mickey thought he was fucked for life and that he’d never see his mom again. Turns out he was wrong about both of those things.

Wonderful- a Gallavich Christmas Mini-fic (5,030)

In which Mickey learns the reason for the season or How the Mick gained Christmas.

AUTHORS:

Blodeuwedd

Calli_Writes

Captain_Jowl

energie_vie

Gallabitch73

gallawitch

Gembu

GrandSelfMythology

IanGalagher

JuliaKay

lingy910y

MissSnowwhitepink

mmmichyyy

My_Brain_Melted

NotHereNJ

Rayrayor

sam_writes_fics

Suzy_Queue

sweet_perversion

Sweetbee78

whatthebodygraspsnot

whatyouandihave

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/04/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew;WJW; Con O'Neill; David Jenkins; Bumbles; Rhys Darby; A LeagueOfTheirOwn Watch Party; Wrecked WP Continues; NewarkNewark WP tomorrow; Fundraiser Statuses; SchadenFreude; Fan Spotlight; Podcasts; LoveNotes; DailyDarby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

== Wee John Wonday ==

Today's Wee John Wonday featured our Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian! Please check the video out on Kristian's Instagram! Don't have time to watch? There are some highlights below the pic!

Some Highlights:

Anapela couldn't make it tonight sorry!

Ruibo is really into perfume like Kristian

Ruibo and Anapela really clicked on set!

Ruibo still has hope regarding s3!

“DO I wanna smell like a haystack with a cow dung hidden inside of it?” - Ruibo

Ruibo would be interested in polycule, Zheng may not be

Kristian has an announcement coming out tomorrow - 📚

Apparently the last episode, when they were all walking out in the colonial outfits, it was SUPER LONG and a lot of it was cut.

Qian means money = so Ruibo is literally the Money Bitch

== Con O'Neil ==

One of our wonderful crew-mates was out and about and ran into none other than THE Con O'Neill! Thank you so much for sharing this meet up with us @queerjolras!

Con also posted a picture of himself and his pup Cooper on IG today!

== David Jenkins ==

Our friend @cosmosart-s posted a lovely picture of David for the 2 year anniversary OFMD anniversary and David ran it on his IG Story! One thing I've noticed a few people mentioning was the "3" hearts. Not to clown/honk too hard, but just something to think about <3

== Rare Bumbles Sighting ==

Many of you know of Rhys and Rosie's cat Bumbles, but we don't get to see Bumbles too often! Rosie uploaded an adorable photo of one of the Darby Feline-Fam.

== Rhys Darby ==

Are you in Aotearoa? Stop in to seen see Rhys on Wed 3 Apr 2024, 8:00pm–10:00pm at the Wild Estate in Auckland!

New Cryptid Factor Episode!

89: #089 The 2nd First Issue!

Spotify / Podfriend / Apple Podcasts

== New Watch Parties ==

= Mar 3 - Mar 7 A League Of Their Own =

Join us this week starting Monday, March 4th for a multi-fandom watch party! Each day will have different games and polls! (Sorry this is a bit late, I didn't get it until today!)

Where: Amazon Prime

Time: Every day 1 PM EST / 10AM PT! 

Day One, March 4th: Pilot episodes for both series with tweeting predictions for the rest of the seasons. 

Day Two, March 5th: Bingos! Live tweet your reaction and share your filled out bingo cards! 

Day Three, March 6th: Polls! Live tweet your reactions and share your thoughts on the shows so far! 

Day Four, March 7th: Caption the screencaps from the shows: Wrong answers only! 

Day Five, March 8th: Finale time! Share your predictions for the next seasons with the hashtags. 

Watch Party Hashtags:

OurFlagMeansBaseball, 

SaveOFMD 

SaveALOTO to join the event! 

== Watch Party Reminders! ==

Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1

Wrecked is no longer on any streaming platform, and it is not available digitally on US sites. (Apparently, it is available on German Amazon?) There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th. 

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

= Mar 5: NewarkNewark with @adoptourcrew =

Please join @adoptourcrew for a @NewarkNewark watch party on March 5th at 10 pm GMT/ 2pm PS / 5pm EST!

== Fundraiser Statuses ==

= Underground Ads =

The Final Stage of the Save OFMD Crew fundraisor for the underground ads is still going! If you're so inclined, feel free to donate or share around! Ko-Fi Link

= In Soup Now =

Wow! Only 24 hours open, and already at 10%! Great job all!

== Schaden Freude ==

Thanks @iamadequate1 for catching the very sad times WBD Inc is experiencing on the NASDAQ

== How to Help ==

Another Ranker Poll! Feel free to hop in and bump OFMD up. You can rank shows up AND down so make sure to rank other shows as well. Ranker Link

== Fan Spotlight ==

Our lovely crew-mate @melvisik is back again, this time with our favorite Captain Rhys Darby as part of the Crew Cards <3

== Podcasts ==

@fandomthingpod on Twitter did an episode on the OFMD Renewal campaign and interviewed our esteemed crew-mate @lcwebsxoxo! They gave lots of kudos to the @saveofmdcrewmates and @adoptourcrew and the recaps got a shout out too! (Ty for the mention LC!) The Campaign To Save OurFlagMeansDeath

== Love Notes ==

Hello lovelies :) It was an action packed day for sure (as Mondays usually are). That being said I took some time to do some stuff today I've been meaning to, so I apologize for not taking more time on love notes!

Please know me and your crew-mates are thinking of you and hoping for all the best things for you in the upcoming days.

I know it's short but here are some reminders / love notes in other people's words for today/tomorrow. <3

Stay Strong Lovelies! Whatever you're up to, you're gonna make it through, I believe in you!

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Yeahhhhh no gifs tonight luvs, I am running late and I can't stop looking at these still pictures anyway, so here you are <3

Taika Src / Rhys courtesy of Prim on Discord!

[rashomonss]

Heartbreak Hours

Guess what, It’s angst time!

I’m happy to present a new series to y’all. Heartbreak hours will be small angst one shots of each obey me character

I’m starting with the brothers, then I’ll do the dateables, and possibly the side characters

I’ll put each of these one shots on my masterlist once they’re done to give y’all the chance to read all of them

- other parts

Like always enjoy! <3

How many times had it been? You thought, at this point who’s counting. Looking at the bright screen on your phone you refreshed yours and Lucifer’s chat, hoping, wishing even that the status would change from delivered to read.

Sighing you put it down, and looked at the empty seat across from you. You had taken your time getting ready today in hopes to show your boyfriend once he arrived. You spent extra time in the shower, and fixed your hair to look almost perfect and put on your best attire in his favorite color in hopes to match.

But he never showed.

Your date was scheduled at Ristorante Six for 7:00pm on the dot. Lucifer had made sure to remind you not to be late, how ironic. Currently it was 8:24 and you had brushed the waiter off for the last time.

You ordered you favorite dish and drank a whole bottle of demonus in the span of an hour. After all Lucifer had pre-paid for the dinner so why not enjoy yourself.

You headed home and opened the door to the House of Lamentation greeting Levi and Mammon who were currently fighting in the common room. You decided to head over to his office before heading to bed.

Honestly the walk to his office was dreadful, you were upset like usual, because this wasn’t the first time he stood you up like this. But you were also sad, because in actuality he was your boyfriend, and he promised to always be there no matter what. Some promise you laughed.

You knocked on the door waiting for a response. When it didn’t come you knocked a bit harder, finally hearing a faint “come in”

As you walked through the door Lucifer’s eyes never met yours, instead they remained glue to the document he was signing. “What is it?” He asked flipping the paper over.

“Luci” you said softly.

The Avatar of Pride’s head shot up at the sound of your voice, and he managed a small smile, then proceeded to look you up and down. “You look quite gorgeous love” he added.

Your heart swelled at his words, but it also stung. He always does this. Lucifer was never one to apologize, if he did it was very rare, perhaps his pride wouldn’t allow it, but he’d never really admit if he was in the wrong. Instead he would butter you up and promise to make it up to you at a later date. However you began to grow tired of that excuse. How long will it be until you both could have an actual date?

“Thanks” you responded.

He managed a small smile and turned his head to the side “So, what’s the occasion?”

“Our date. Well the date we were supposed to have today.” You blurted out.

His face turned to one of surprise and immediate confusion. “That was supposed to be tomorrow dear?”

“Lucifer, it’s the 23rd”

He narrowed his eyes and turned on his D.D.D, and low and behold just as you said it was the 23rd not the 22nd like he had thought. He scanned the screen for a reminder and he found it as soon as he unlocked the phone.

He also looked though the 10 texts you sent him within the past hour and a half.

Mc: I’m here Luci!

Mc: They just sat me at the table, let me know when you’re here ok!

Mc: Hey it’s been 20 minutes are you ok?

Mc: Are you on your way? The waiter keeps asking for my order but I feel bad asking him to wait for so long T-T

Mc: Luci??

Mc: Are you coming?

Mc: Lucifer it’s been an hour.

Mc: did you forget again.

Mc: I’m going to eat it’s 8:40 and I’m hungry

Mc: I’m heading home

He looked up at you apologetically and got up from his chair. “Mc, I’m sorry I got caught up in work. I promise I’ll make it up to you, how about next week?”

“Don’t bother” you said quietly.

“What did you say?” Lucifer asked leaning closer since he couldn’t make out what you said.

“I said it’s fine Lucifer, don’t bother. It’s not that big of a deal” you said not facing the demon in front of you.

He was a bit taken back by your attitude, but instead of reassuring you he decided to continue to poke at the topic. “Well you’re making it seem like a big deal” he replied raising an eyebrow.

You widened your eyes for a second before responding. “You know what it is a big deal. Because when was the last time you followed through with your own promises huh?”

Maybe it was the large amount of stress he was under but for some reason Lucifer found himself more annoyed than usual. “Mc I always stick to my word, now please stop you’re acting childish”

“Childish? Excuse me? How in anyway is this considered childish” you said raising your voice.

“Calm down, you’re being a bit dramatic” Lucifer sighed

"Dramatic? You have the audacity to call me dramatic when you just stood me up. Do you know how embarrassed I was sitting there alone waiting for you? The constant gazes from all those demons wasn't something that I could so easily brush off you know”

Lucifer's gaze softened and he paused for a second, as if looking for the right words to say. “I apologize Mc, but you must understand how busy I am. My position does carry much weight, and I have to do my best to uphold Diavolo's name."

"Oh Diavolo this Diavolo that, honestly I don't care. You're not the only one who has to represent him you know? I have to as well" you spat.

"Yes but your job is much smaller, please understand I didn't mean to do this on purpose"

"You used that last time you know?"

"What..?" Lucifer questioned.

"What you said just now, about forgetting our date. You told me that last week right after you stood me up again. You told me you didn't mean it, and you'd make it up to me. But here we are"

"I don't recall ever telling you that," Lucifer said.

"Yeah you don't but I do. This is the fourth time we've pushed back this dinner date because you forgot. Luci I love you but this is getting old, I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean I need attention. When was the last time we hung out, just the two of us? Not while you were working or while we’ve been with your brothers, just US. I miss you Luci, I miss the affection you gave me, now it just feels one sided. You're always busy, and you always have stuff to do so you constantly push me to the side. I haven’t minded because I understand you have a lot on your plate, but would it hurt to just put a bit more effort into our relationship”

“Mc you have to understand-” Lucifer started.

“No, you have to understand!” You yelled cutting him off.

“Mc, calm down, you're being irrational”

“Because you’re not listening!”

“I am listening to you, but what would you like me to do about it? I can’t simply push my responsibilities to the side because you want some fairytale relationship.” Lucifer said, raising his voice slightly.

“That’s not what I said! Listen! I want a relationship were both of us are giving effort not just me”

“Mc stop being so selfish, do you realize how much I give up and do for you?”

“Apparently not enough because here we are”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and pressed two fingers to his temple. “Mc I don’t want to do this with you right now I don’t have the energy”

“Oh there you go again, Lucifer I can't take this anymore you’re insufferable” you said throwing your hands up.

Maybe it was the tone you said that, or maybe it was the lack of sleep consuming his conscience but the next words out of Lucifer’s mouth were ones he didn’t want to claim as his own.

“Well if you can’t take it anymore, and I bother you that much then leave”

“What..?”

“You heard me. Leave”

“Lucifer-”

“Were done Mc. This conversation is over and so is our relationship. Now would you kindly see yourself out, I have work to finish”

He hadn’t looked at you since he held his face, so once he let go to meet your gaze his heart shattered. There you stood baffled, mouth hanging slightly open and tears falling from your beautiful eyes.

Those eyes he adored. The ones that were so expressive when he was with you. That was always one feature Lucifer loved. Even if you liked them or not he adored them. Whether they were simple or filled with many colors he loved them. The eyes that would shyly meet his gaze or linger on his figure for a second or two; those beautiful eyes now filled with tears.

Hot, big tears streamed down your face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop, and it only got worse when he looked concerned and stepped closer.

“Mc, I didn’t mean-”

You didn’t let him finish, you just ran out of his office in tears. Not wanting to see his face again. You felt hurt, betrayed, and disappointed. But a small part of you didn’t feel that disappointed, because deep, deep down you knew this was inevitable. After all, he was too prideful to care about anything besides his image.

And he solidified it when he never went after you to apologize. Instead he went back to his desk and drowned himself in continuous work. Maybe this was all a bad dream and he was really just hallucinating due to the lack of sleep.

Right it had to be? Lucifer thought holding his head in his hands.

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[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter VII

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Light me up

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, p in v, ass play, Christmas kink, spanking, etc.

2 months pass in the blink of an eye and it’s December before you know it.

Thanksgiving was celebrated with Bradley at Penny and Pete’s as your dad went with your step-mom, Laura, to her side of the family. You had been invited but declined, only having a few days off work, but you promised you’d make it for Christmas.

You haven’t said it yet, but you were in love with Bradley. He was everything; kind, selfless, affectionate, goofy…and the sex. The sex was incredible. Bradley was insatiable, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Though you dabbled some, you recently discussed your kinks, the things you two want to try, and the things you two don’t. Thankfully your lists are very compatible and you’re excited to do new things together.

“What are you doing for Christmas this year?” You ask as you place ornaments on the little tree you picked out with Bradley for your apartment.

“Not sure yet. There’s always a standing invitation to go home with Sunny, but she’s bringing Bob to meet her parents, and I don’t want to impose on that. Pete said I can come over too. You?” He says, kneeling to dig into your Christmas decor tote.

“I was wondering if you’d want to go to Colorado with me. My dad and Laura have been dying to meet you, and I’d like to spend it with you…if you want?”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” he smiles, “when are you planning on leaving?”

“The 22nd, our flight leaves at 7 AM.”

He laughs, “And what if I would’ve said no?”

“I had a hunch you’d say yes, but I got refundable tickets just in case.” You say with a wink.

“How much? There’s no way I’m letting you pay for mine.”

“I’m not telling you. You never let me pay for anything. Consider it your Christmas present if you must.”

“I can’t do that, Row. Please let me—what is this?”

You snort as he pulls out a red box with the words ‘Naughty or Nice’ printed in cursive on it. “I forgot about that. I had a white elephant gift exchange with my book club girls last year. It was inappropriate gifts only.”

He opens the box and his eyes widen at its contents. A candy cane striped dildo, red satin cuffs, a green vibrating butt plug, a Christmas tree-shaped riding crop, a remote-controlled white cock ring, and lube among other items.

A naughty idea comes to mind.

You tsk at him as you saunter over to him. “Bradley, did I tell you to open the box? Why do you think it’s okay to go through my things?”

He looks up at you, puzzled. You wink and he catches on. “No…I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” you raise his chin with two fingers to look at you. “Go to my bedroom, get undressed, then wait on the bed and think about what you’ve done until I get there.”

He nods, getting up to walk to the bedroom as asked, a red flush creeping up his neck.

You smile to yourself as you finish placing the last ornaments on the tree and pick up the box before following him.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

You don’t look at him as you enter the bedroom. You set down the box and strip down to your bra and lacy underwear before you address him. “Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“I went through your things without asking?”

“Yes, that and?”

“Uhh…I’m not sure?”

“You argued with me about paying for your plane ticket instead of saying, ‘Thank you, Rowan.” You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as you watch him struggle to not fight you further. “So what do you need to say, Bradley?”

He sighs. “I’m sorry for going through your things without asking.”

“And…?” You prompt.

“Thank you, Rowan”. He finally concedes.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He flushes further and shakes his head.

“Now, stand up and turn around. I think you need to be reminded of your manners.”

He shudders but does as he’s told. His cock is hard and leaking precum through his boxer briefs.

You press yourself to his back. “Color?” you whisper.

“Green” he whispers back.

You pull his boxers off and he steps out of them. “Hands on the bed. Make sure you keep them there.”

He does so and you admire the view before you slap him hard on his right cheek. He inhales sharply and exhales slowly when you spank the other side.

You give him a few more swats to each side, his ass tinted a nice pink. “Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Why? Is your hand sore?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. Brat.

“Hmm, guess you haven’t.” You say as you pick the crop, enjoying the way he flinches when you crack it on your palm.

You land a harsh smack to his right cheek and he fails to stifle his gasp before you hit the left equally hard.

You give him a few more lower, right on his sit spots. His ass is bright red and blotchy, you throb at the sight and the thought of him remembering this every time he sits down tomorrow.

You lower the crop and press up to his back again. “Still green?” You ask as you reach around to stroke him. He groans out a ‘Yes’ and his hands grip the comforter.

“Good. A few more should do it.”

You don’t hold back as you land the last few blows.

“Fuck!” He cries as the last one catches both cheeks. You place the crop back in the box and take out the lube and plug next, squeezing a dollop on your finger before setting both on the bed.

You reach for Bradley’s cock again, stroking it while you run your finger down his crack to circle his hole before pressing in gently.

Bradley whimpers and his hand leaves the bed to halt the movement on his cock. “Sorr-ah, fuck. I’m too close.”

“Did I say you could move your hand from the bed yet?” You say lowly, pushing your finger in farther.

“No, I’m sorry. You’re right. Shitshitshit, I don’t-I just don’t want to cum yet, please Row.”

You sigh heavily and release the hold on his cock, but push a second finger into his ass.

Bradley whines when you pull your fingers out to replace them with the plug. “It’s not much bigger than my fingers, but tell me if this is too much, okay?

He nods, a choked-off gasp ripping from his throat as the toy breaches him. “Almost in, you’re taking it so well. There. That’s a good boy.” He whines, arms shaking as he waits for your next instructions.

“I’ll be back in a second, lay on your back okay?”

You quickly wash your hands and return to the bedroom, picking up the cuffs as you walk to the bed.

“I don’t need those, I’ll be good.” He begs, a fucked out expression on his face.

“Hands up. Should’ve thought of that before, huh?”

He lifts his arms for you. “Color?” You ask as you loop the cuffs through the wrought-iron frame.

“Green.”

You break character, by giving him a small kiss.

You scoot back down his body and sink down on him with ease and a satisfied sigh, your arousal coating halfway down your thighs.

You circle your clit with your fingers as you ride him slowly, listening to him beg for you to go faster. You get yourself off twice before you turn around, reverse cowgirl style. You reach between his legs; one hand rolling his balls and the other moving the plug, angling it at his prostate. You turn the vibrations on without warning him.

Bradley’s back arches and he keens, absolutely wrecked as the vibrations stimulate his prostate. He plants his feet and he fucks up into you, the new angle hitting your g-spot.

“Get there Row, please. I’m gonna cum” he grits out, arms straining against the cuffs.

You resume the circling on your clit and cry out, the orgasm taking your breath away as it pulses through you. Bradley cums too with breathy whines. You clench involuntarily at the sounds you’ve never heard him make before.

You reach down to turn the vibrations off and pull it out gently.

You roll off next to him, needing to catch your breath before you clean up.

You reach up to untie the cuffs, rubbing his wrists and arms before taking them down. Next, you clean him up and then yourself, and return to the bedroom with some aloe. He’s half asleep.

“Hey baby, turn over. I want to put some aloe on your tush”.

He laughs sleepily but turns onto his stomach, hissing when you squirt it on his skin. “It’s cold!”

There are a few raised Christmas tree prints, but it would probably be mostly gone by tomorrow You’re a little sad about that.

He groans as you rub the excess aloe into his lower back. “That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Want me to keep going up your back?”

“Sure, if you want.”

And you do want to. You want to do everything in your power to give him some of the happiness he so deserves. You watch as he turns to mush under your hands, his whole body fully relaxed as he succumbs to sleep.

You pull the sheets and comforter over him before climbing under yourself and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I love you,” you whisper to his sleeping form.

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Soft humming and the smell of something delicious cooking wakes you up.

“Breakfast and coffee for my beautiful woman,” he says, coming into the room wearing your apron and handing you a plate with a cup of coffee, made just how you like it.

“Thank you, so I need to spank your ass to get breakfast in bed?” You ask with a grin, knowing he makes you breakfast every chance he gets.

“Guess so,” he grins back, turning to get his plate from the kitchen. You choke on your coffee when you see he’s not wearing anything under the apron, faint red Christmas tree marks still present on his ass.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Have you looked at your butt this morning?” You laugh.

“No, why?” He steps in front of your mirror, “Oh. Well, that explains the soreness when I got outta bed.” He chuckles, wincing slightly as he sits on your bed. You notice a tent forming in the front of the apron though.

“So…was last night okay?”

“It was amazing, you’re amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. I barely remember you rubbing my back.”

You smile, “Good. I liked it too. A lot.”

You finish eating, discussing the details of your upcoming trip, and take his plate to clean up.

You smile as you walk out of your bedroom. Bradley put the finishing touches on the tree and hung the icicle lights in the windows.

“It looks so nice in here, thank you. How long have you been up?” You say as you start washing the dishes.

“A little over an hour,” he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re the best.” You turn your head for a kiss. “Got anything going today on before the Dagger party tonight?”

“Nah, not really. Was thinking about decorating my place. Wanna help?”

“Sure! Then we can make snow angels for two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Toll House cookie dough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle.” You laugh, quoting your favorite Christmas movie, Elf.

He laughs too, “We’ll have to save the snow angels and ice skating for Colorado but cookie dough and snuggling? I think I can make that happen.”

You pack an overnight bag with your outfit for the party tonight, sneaking a few of the toys from the ‘Nice or Nice’ box in too, and meet Bradley waiting by the Bronco for you.

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A/N: I just love Christmas. What do you think Rowan packed from the box? 😏

Taglist/tagging people who might be interested (let me know if you want to be added or taken off):

@its-the-pilot

@dizzybee03

@sweetwhispersofchaos

@blindedbythelightt

@getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth

@lexixstewart

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@mrsrobertfloyd

@charmedkingdom

@k-k0129

@bellaireland1981

[thefrogdalorian]

Now that we have a date for The Mandalorian & Grogu movie, I keep thinking about how much fun the build up to the release day will be. It seems like so far away now and the wait will be TORTURE... but there are so many mini-milestones before May 22nd 2026 that will make that wait seem slightly less bearable.

I think about the first confirmation filming has begun, hopefully next month! The ensuing endless rumours and clickbait, of course. But it will feel so great to know that somewhere out there, the talented cast and crew are working on our movie.

I get so excited when I think about how it will feel when the first teaser trailer drops. The chaos here on tumblr, the theories we'll come up with. The emotions it will awaken and maybe even re-awaken in fans!

How it will feel to get a proper look at the movie with the official trailer. The even bigger chaos of that day. Our first glimpse of the movie will be so exciting, as will knowing it could pop up anywhere, even before other movies! Trying to act like a normal person if that happens.

As the release date gets closer, seeing the posters and billboards appear everywhere. The magazine covers, the TV appearances on the press tour with probably so many iconic interviews. The premieres!!

Before finally, the day itself in May 2026! Probably walking into my screening incredibly sleep deprived, taking my seat as my heart is pounding in my chest. Bursting with anticipation to finally see the characters that mean the world to me on the big screen.

I really cannot wait for that day itself, but I don't want to wish my life away. There is so much to look forward to before that date!

I'm incredibly excited to experience the build-up with all of you lovely lot right here on this hellsite 🩷

[vendetta-if]

Chapter 6 Part 1 Sneak Peek (Pt. 1)

Hey guys 👋 Time for the very first sneak peek at Chapter 6 Part 1. I still have one more sneak peek for Chapter 6 Part 1 that I will release as we get closer to the public update date on 22nd of April (GMT +8).

This sneak peek is a little unique because it's mostly written in text chat message format 😄 As some of you might already be aware, you'll be able to choose a group chat name for MC and the gang or input your own. Below is some snippet on the choices 😆

Chapter 6 Part 1 Early Access demo is now up on both Patreon and Ko-fi!

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The annoying sound cuts through the silence, anchoring you more and more to the waking world. Trying to block it is futile as it continues. After a few more times, you finally turn back around and reach for the source—your phone that is charged beside your bed. Unplugging the charger, you bring the phone close to your face, eyes squinted as you check the notification tray.

Oh, it's the group chat that you made last night, being active. Quickly opening your Whazzapp, you backread the chat.

Today [12:27 AM] You: "Hey guys, are you free to meet up tomorrow? Maybe around noon or so? I've got something important to share."

[02:01 AM] Santana: "I'm always available to work on the case. Just let me know the location like half an hour before at the least because I'll need some time to walk to the nearest subway station."

[09:05 AM] Rin: "I've cleared up my schedule for the day, so I hope it's for something urgent and important."

[10:03 AM] Skylar: "Sure! I'm free today. Where are we hanging out, gang?"

[10:10 AM] Skylar: "You know what, we should totally find a name for our newly-made group chat. Saying 'little investigation group' is kind of a mouthful. I've been brainstorming some names these past few minutes, and I think I've got a good one. How about 'Fabulous Four'?"

[10:12 AM] Rin: "I don't think it's a good name, but at least it's different enough to avoid copyright infringement."

[10:12 AM] Skylar: "Glad we're of the same mind."

[10:13 AM] Rin: "Same mind? I doubt that. I literally just told you that it's not a good name. I think it's a bit cheesy tbh."

[10:13 AM] Ash: "Jesus Christ, can you guys shut up for another half an hour or what? Some people are still asleep. Well, I was until I got woken up by all the buzzing."

[10:14 AM] Ash: "Also, 'Fabulous Four' is a stupid name. And can't you count? We're a five-people team now."

[10:14 AM] Skylar: "Wait, five? So, if you're the grumpy redhead I met yesterday, then who's the other person I've been talking to? I can only see your phone numbers."

[10:15 AM] Skylar: "And no problem. We'll be 'Fabulous Five' instead! The more the merrier."

[10:16 AM] Rin: "I'm not introducing myself over a group chat message. We'll do a proper introduction in person later on."

[10:16 AM] Skylar: "Fair enough. I'll see you later then!"

[10:17 AM] Ash: "Ngl, 'Fabulous Five' still sounds dumb."

[10:18 AM] Skylar: "Clearly, you're just a hater. Instead of casting the first stone, how about you try coming up with another name then?"

Well, it seems like Ash is ignoring Skylar because that's where the chat ends for now. Checking the time, you see that it's already 10:24 AM. Well, maybe it's time to reply to some of the messages in the chat before doing anything else. Plus, it's an excuse to stay in bed a little bit longer.

* * * * *

Okay, next order of business, the group chat name that Skylar and Ash were arguing about. You kinda agree with Skylar that 'little investigation group' is far from the best or the catchiest name ever. Although, you're not really sure how you feel about ${sky_his} suggested name, 'Fabulous Five', right now. Maybe you have a better name in mind?

CHOICE

#I'll stick to 'Fabulous Five'. #'Elysium Cleanup Crew' #'The Vendetta Project' #'The Revengers' #'The Justiciars' #'Justice Squad Chat' #None of these.

* * * * *

#I'll stick to 'Fabulous Five'.

After pondering more on the name Skylar suggested, you decide that it's actually good enough and you actually like it. It's growing on you in the past few minutes of contemplation. Tapping on ${sky_his} message, you reply:

EMOTIONAL MC [10:32 AM] You: "'Fabulous Five' actually sounds awesome. Let's go with that!"

STOIC MC [10:32 AM] You: "'Fabulous Five' is not so bad. Let's just go with that."

[10:32 AM] Skylar: "Hell yeah! I knew it! I knew it's an amazing and genius name."

[10:33 AM] Rin: "…"

You can practically feel Rin judging you through the screen just from the three dots.

SARCATIC MC [10:33 AM] You: "Okay, calling it 'genius' might be pushing it a bit too far. Let's dial it back a bit."

GENUINE MC[10:33 AM] You: "I wouldn't really use the word 'genius' per se…"

[10:34 AM] Skylar: "Aww… Alright. I still think it's a compliment tho."

You navigate to the group chat setting to change the group name to 'Fabulous Five' before going back to the group chat.

GENUINE MC [10:35 AM] You: "Okay, there. It's done."

[10:35 AM] Skylar: "Whoo 🎉🎉 We're officially 'Fabulous Five' now. No complaining 😉"

[10:36 AM] Ash: "Fuck! Fine…"

SARCASTIC MC [10:35 AM] You: "There. We're officially 'Fabulous Five' now. No complaining."

[10:35 AM] Skylar: "Whoo 🎉🎉 You hear that, you grump?"

[10:36 AM] Ash: "Fuck! Fine…"

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you lock your phone and get off the bed in one smooth movement.

[idoltime]

Idol Time’s Second Episode featuring ATLAS’ Sim Haedam (@svtlas), aired on March 22nd, 2024 with the shows returning and permanent host, Everlast’s Cody. Once again, the video earned quick attention and was trending #3 for weeks after its initial release which was a big success for show itself.

Cody appears on screen immediately after the intro is played and the bright Idol Time logo is shown, and similar to last episode, queue cards in one hand and mic in the other, with an overstretched smile replacing the previous blank expression he wore.

“Hi, and welcome back to Idol Time! The only interview show you need to tune in for and quite possibly the best show you’ve ever seen. Obviously hosted by me, Cody!”

“I’d just like to thank everyone for the support on the first episode, like, if I didn’t feel famous before, I really feel it now and all that funny stuff. Now, let’s introduce the second guest of our show ATLAS’ Haedam!”

Cody lets a dramatic pause pass before signalling for Haedam to enter the room. He does so with a small smile and raises both his hands to wave excitedly as he walks towards his seat.

“Hello! As you already know, my name is Haedam and I am the maknae of the seventeen subunit ATLAS and formerly a member of X1!” They both clap at Haedam’s introduction before Cody raises the mic to his mouth. “Welcome, Haedam. Anything you’d like the viewers to know about you?” He questions.

“Uhm…I like playing the guitar sometimes, baking, and hanging out with my members. Oh, and I’m really interested in building legos! I also have type one diabetes, I don’t think that's been mentioned before but I’m super excited to be here! I love interviews and stuff!”

Cody smiles in response to Haedam’s energy and flips over to the next queue card for the next set of questions.

“You’ve told both me and the viewers you were a former X1 member, so how was the survival show experience for you?” Haedam sighs, looking a little uneasy at the mention of the topic.

He swallows, visibly uncomfortable, whilst he finds his words. "It was fun....overall i think? but there were definitely parts that were really awful. They focused more about our performances and stuff than anything else. if we were sick... it didn't matter. It sucked. I don't think I would do it again."

Cody silently nods in agreement, knowing exactly how Haedam felt at the time.

“Personally, I think all future survival shows should be banned, period. But nobody’s gonna listen to me anyways, guys, trust me when I say they are not all that fun. Anyways, how’d it feel to place 3rd out of all those people? That’s a pretty high rank.”

Haedam’s face softens at the slight change in topic, seemingly quite proud of himself. "It felt really good! I was so proud of myself! Of course like, it would've been cool to be first but like, I'm grateful to have made it at all."

He grins. “I was honestly so surprised, it felt unreal to know that I had done a good enough job to make it through to the end.”

“How’d it feel when X1 disbanded, was it a big moment for you?” Cody asks.

Haedam’s eyes fixate themselves on the pattern of the floor as he talks, "Woah. I mean, I cried a lot. It was really scary because I didn't do anything wrong and it felt like I was being punished. I made a lot of friends in x1 and it hurt to have them taken away from me."

The room goes silent for a little, with Cody fumbling around with the order of the queue cards until he finally gets them in the correct sequence.

“It must’ve been a tough time for you to deal with, especially since X1 was your first group but you were given a second chance as a seventeen sub-unit. How did it feel when you knew ATLAS would be debuting?”

"I was so happy to have another chance. but i was so scared about it. I had a lot of anxiety because I felt like I had some type of curse, and that maybe my new group would disband suddenly too because I was in it. I love my group members, they reassured me a lot and helped me feel better about it."

“That's great, I’m glad you’re having a better time with ATLAS. But rumour has it, you were rigged into the X1 lineup, is that true?”

Haedam’s face contorts to one of shock, horrified that anyone would ever think that about him.

"I really wasn't rigged in, guys. I promise I have the papers here."

Now, Cody looks around, surprised at Haedam’s last few words.

“Wait—How did you even manage to get something like that?” Haedam shrugs, laughing it off.

“Don’t worry too much about it. I asked for these after X1 disbanded because I felt like it was maybe my fault but it wasn't....if anything maybe I was ranked lower than I should have been."

Cody laughs along with him, “Okay, fair enough. Any scandals you want to talk about?”

“Other than the X1 scandals people don't really make a lot of bad news that trend about me? at least ones that i want to address. So, thank you?"

“You’re lucky,” Cody responds and Haedam lets out a small hum. “Before we end the interview, any extra things you need to say or any upcoming projects?”

Haedam grasps onto his mic. “I wanna say hi to my old X1 members if they're listening! Hi guys! I miss you all! and hi to my hyungs because they're definitely watching! It's supposed to be a secret...but we may or may not have a comeback coming soon. You guys didn't hear it from me though."

Cody’s face brightens, “Well, it is comeback season. Now, some final words for the viewers of this episode?”

Haedam waves frantically and quickly thinks before answering.

“Bye everyone! Thank you so much for listening to me! Please keep tuning into idol time because it's really cool! Have a great day!"

Cody copies Haedam’s wave as they wave in sync, “I couldn’t have said it better myself, see you next episode!” The video cuts to the bright blue logo before fading out into darkness once more.

[bluecapsicum]

Cold winter skies illustrations for my daily meteorological fiction project, Reports From Unknown Places About Undescribable Events (Twitter, Instagram, Mastodon).

Keep reading for captions.

December 24th - We report: once again, we find ourselves under a murmuration as we walk past a field. We can hear trills and whistles coming from this massive bird cloud waltzing in the winter sky. We think there might be a few hundred of them, all moving together. We stay there for a long time.

January 10th - We report: the sky so dark and low this way, and the horizon so far, the trees bare and tiny in the distance; we wonder whether there might be space enough between the sky and the earth for us to walk. As it is, our face is up in the sky and our feet are down in the frozen earth.

January 13th - We report about this time, late in the afternoon when the humidity starts to saturate the atmosphere. Even through the dense clouds, there are faint hints of sunset colours amidst the grey. Blackbirds and sparrows are getting busy while we wait for the rain.

January 18th - We report Jupiter and Saturn at nightfall today; we expect Venus to follow shortly after, although the sky might be overcast by then. It is still too bright for us to be able to see stars, but we know that the Aquarius constellation is right there, rising over the horizon.

January 21st - We report: a morning removed from the world, fog and frost making even time move sluggishly. Every blade of grass looks brittle, and we wonder if they would snap off immediately, should we touch them. We cannot locate the sun, though we know where it should be.

January 25th - We report: the frothing winter sea during high tides; any colder and it would freeze solid, it would seem. There is an icy blue in the waves that unrelentingly crash against the rocky shore. The day stretches under an opaque sky that remains the same throughout.

January 30th - We report that we lost a glove on this snowy path, and we tried to walk back in our earlier steps. It was easy at first, but the snow and the night kept falling steadily; the footsteps disappeared. When we finally came home, though, our expert told us that they had picked it up.

February 13th - We report a very rare and complex halo display: a 20° halo, a parhelic circle with parhelia, a sun pillar leading up to an upper tangent arc and a parry arc, a 46° halo, and a circumzenithal arc. Very complex indeed, many arcs for a single sun. It is absolutely freezing outside.

February 22nd - We report: in the car, on a parking lot, facing the ocean. The rain is hitting the windscreen hard, in waves. It is an old car; the wind shakes it and whistles through the small cracks where the doors do not close very well. We watch raindrops run down the windows at an angle.

March 14th - We report: it has not stopped being cold here. We walk in the footsteps of someone who was here earlier this morning. It has snowed a little bit again since, and some of the tracks have been filled in. We are following a line of pollarded trees that creak in the cool wind.

[jokerislandgirl32]

hey! I was just wondering about Zach and Violet’s engagement. Who proposed and how?

Hi!!! Thank you so much for this question! I’m going to let Zach answer this one! This answer technically has two parts, so I’ll post part 1 here, and I’ll tag you in part 2 as soon as I finish it!

TW for mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness/vomiting (it’s not explicitly described, but it’s mentioned a few times). Please do not proceed further if this is a trigger for you.

Zach’s Response

Well, we technically have 2 proposals…and I proposed both times. The first time was March 16st, 2014. Violet and I had just found out we were pregnant with Alexandria, and I wanted to ensure the safety and security of Violet and the baby if anything were to happen to me.

I had been planning to propose to Violet for a while, I’d made a ring for her and had it hidden in my closet, waiting for the right time to propose. I tentatively planned to propose to her on her 23rd birthday, on April 22nd, 2014.

But one unexpected, high-risk pregnancy later, and I knew it could not wait. I wanted to propose to her, I wanted to marry her, I wanted to take care of Violet and the baby, I wanted to properly start our lives together. So, I knew the first step was proposing.

I was an absolute mess when I proposed. I wanted to make the moment so romantic and special, but I panicked…I just had to do it. So, I walked into the closet, pulled the ring out…and walked into our master bathroom…where Violet was experiencing a horrible bout of morning sickness.

I should have just walked out, left her alone and waited until she was feeling better, but she looked up at me from her curled position on the floor by the toilet and saw the triangular ring box I’d fashioned for the ring.

“Zach? What’s that?” She croaked, shakily pulling herself into a sitting position.

I tried to hide the box behind me, nervousness creeping into my voice, “I…uhhh, it’s nothing…”

Violet started becoming annoyed with me: “Zach…I can see it, if I can see it that means it’s not ‘nothing,’ what is it?”

I hesitantly pulled the box out from behind me, and I lowered myself to the bathroom floor in front of her on one knee, “I wanted this to be perfect…But…I can’t wait…I wanna take care of you, I wanna take care of our baby…I wanna be with you forever…”

Violet was staring at me with tears in her eyes and her mouth dropped open as I opened the box and said, “Violet Virginia Tyler, will you marry me?”

Violet couldn’t get any words out for a moment, she just started crying and looked between my face and the ring. She finally choked out, “yes, of course I’ll marry you, Zach! Ohhhh, I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Zach! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! I love you, so much!”

I shakily pulled out the ring and slipped it onto her finger, then she threw her arms around me in a tight hug. She cried and mumbled about how much she loved me against my chest as I stroked her hair, crying into her shoulder, professing my love for her, too.

We remain like this until…well…she became sick again. She pulled away from me and I had to fight the urge not to become ill myself, but I refused to leave her in that moment. I just rubbed her back, and we waited for it to pass.

After she finished being ill she looked at me with a weary expression, “Zach, I’m so happy, please don’t take this the wrong way, but…couldn’t you have waited until I was done being sick…”

I smirked at her, cupping her chin in my hand, “you’re sick all day, if I waited I would never have proposed.”

Violet snorted, “well, that’s true, we wouldn’t want that, and honestly, I don’t care…we’re engaged, we’re gonna get married, we’re having a baby, we’re gonna be a family, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Part 2 Coming Soon

[miracleintheandes]

what do you think about Claudio Lucero’s claims (for anyone who doesn’t know because i assume you do ofc Lucero was one of the volunteers that stayed with the survivors on their final night in the fuselage) that the boys stayed in the mountains for so long for money and fame?

very disagreeable man, it’s bonkers to me that such a (formerly) respected and experienced mountaineer would ask questions such as why did they wait so long to start walking and act as if that’s not a question anyone has ever had, as if nando and roberto haven’t addressed it in every single interview they’ve given (while also saying they waited 72 days, does he think it took them a single day?) he apparently threatened them with a gun because they scared the volunteers with their odor and their insistence on inviting them to visit the fuselage. also unrelated but he’s a dictator apologist and had personal contact with Pinochet which says a lot about his character, an unbelievable show of disrespect in my opinion

Yes, unfortunately I'm aware of what that man claimed.

It's a conspiracy theory and should be treated as such.

"Oh yeah let's risk our lives a while longer for shits and giggles"

First of all, for 10 days they waited for a rescue that never came. Nando and Roberto's expedition lasted 10 days. Let's take a look at the remaining 50 days, shall we? (the remaining two days were the actual rescues, December 22nd and 23rd):

After day 10, they were way too weak to try any type of expedition, as they had only just started feeding off human flesh after starving for days. Nando wanted to leave right away and had to be contained by the others based on this very argument.

According to Pedro Algorta, who had previously lived in Chile, summer would start around November 15th. Mind you, there had already been two attempts at an expedition by October 24th, one with Roberto, Numa, Carlitos and Fito and another with Numa, Maspons and Gustavo, the second of which completely destroyed the expeditionaries, who had to sleep out in the open and nearly froze to death. Waiting for warmer conditions was perfectly reasonable.

By the time November 15th came around, Nando, Roberto and Tintín set off towards the east and unexpectedly found the tail of the plane, where the radio batteries were stored: they had to try and make the radio work. That could alert the authorities and spare them a suicidal mission. So Roberto and Roy took a few days trying to fix the radio. Add a couple more days to and from the tail.

On the tail of the plane, they found the waterproof cloth that they used to make a sleeping bag. Without it, any expeditionary risked dying of hypothermia. Add a few more days to sew the sleeping bag.

Meanwhile (more precisely on November 28th), they heard on the radio that new rescue missions were being organized (looking for bodies, not survivors). Roberto, in particular, thought they should wait, for the same reason they tried to fix the radio: they might be rescued without having to risk an expedition.

Numa's death on December 11th finally prompted the final expedition, with the sleeping bag ready to be used.

Could they have left a few days prior? Sure. But overall they left when they had to, plain and simple.