#They're really putting her through the ringer

[meganechan05]

Poor Yuzuki...

Yuzuki revealed she was freaking terrified of the giant explosion. She was freaking out even when staying in character 😂🥲

[crazynerdandproud]

River and Louisa's friendship is actually so important to me

[astonmartinii]

head in the clouds | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem flight attendant!reader

there's no one more attractive than the stranger at the same gate as you at the airport and sometimes that stranger works on your best friend's private jet.

yourusername

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yourusername: violently hungover, don't tell my boss x

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user1: i need to be her

maxverstappen1: your boss follows you on instagram genius

yourusername: oh yeah lol but i'm still alive and i was still on time

maxverstappen1: you took a nap on the flight?

yourusername: it was about ten billion hours long so spare me the lecture

maxverstappen1: you're so lucky we're friends otherwise i'd fire your ass

yourusername: you love me too much to do that maxy (and i know way too much about you) x

user2: how did you get this job?

yourusername: nepotism babes x

danielricciardo: i think you masked it pretty well for the first three hours

yourusername: THANK YOU

danielricciardo: but i did hear you throw up around hour four

yourusername: nothing like a tactical chunder on your childhood friend's private jet

landonorris: i for one couldn't tell you were hungover

yourusername: well look who's my new favourite, you should fly with max more often

danielricciardo: he's only saying that cause he has a crush, I'M STILL YOUR FAVOURITE

yourusername: whatever helps you sleep at night x

landonorris

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landonorris: reunited and it feels so good 😊

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user3: always obsessed with this pairing

user4: they're cute but i know they're so annoying to fly with

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me :)

landonorris: of course i did you big sap

danielricciardo: so you didn't replace me with a younger and sexier version of me?

landonorris: not technically no

oscarpiastri: i'm just gonna take the compliment, thanks dan :)

danielricciardo: massive compliment, i'm extremely sexy

user5: thank the lord daniel is back who was going to make lando blush all the time?

danielricciardo: believe me he doesn't need me to do that when he flies on air max that's all y/n

landonorris: DANIEL?

danielricciardo: she took these photos - look at the blush. LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

yourusername: i think i'm just a better photographer than you two combined so i just capture my subjects well

danielricciardo: nope. i think lando just has a BIG FAT CRUSH

maxverstappen1: LMAO

yourusername: who wouldn't? (i'm shaking)

user6: wtf is going on here?

user7: i think we're witnessing bullying

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: getting some padel in on the weekend off

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user9: max really puts his hyperfixations above his beef because who thought we'd see him playing with george after baku

danielricciardo: how did lando get through a whole session with y/n there he can barely get through a sentence around her

landonorris: why are you so obsessed with exposing me in public

danielricciardo: funny.

yourusername: he did very well, he took a few balls to the face but he took them like a champ.

maxverstappen1: i'm sure he'd rather be the one putting balls in your face. get it? his balls? sex?

yourusername: i got it, you're not funny pal

maxverstappen1: well i think i'm hilarious so

user10: poor lando is going through the ringer rn

yourusername: whipped all of your asses call yourself professional athletes?

alexalbon: you were freakishly good what is your trick?

yourusername: only time i'm not playing padel is when i'm asleep or on a charter with max it's the only thing i can be better than him in

landonorris: you're definitely better looking than him and like 10 million times nicer than him

yourusername: you're not too bad yourself norris, you've just bagged yourself an extra bag of peanuts next flight x

alexalbon: romance is dead

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f1wagsupdates: this is y/n y/ln potential new girlfriend of lando norris. she is a close friend of max verstappen, to the point that after she finished university and was without a job, he financed her education to be a air hostess, the job she now has on max's private jet. as far as we know she's never been in a public relationship but she also lives in monaco, is a padel enthusiast and has exchanged flirty comments with lando. also, she's a real one because she refuses to charter if jos wants to fly on air max - she slays for that one

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user13: if she's a longtime, potential childhood friend of max, the jos thing probably makes sense

user14: gosh she's so pretty

user15: giving your bestie a job and a life where you get to have her travel with you everywhere is really what nepotism should be

user16: for real where's my friend who will pay for me to learn to be a air hostess so we can hang out all the time

user17: i think her and lando would be cute

user18: and they would also make sense, they'd have a schedule that completely lines up and y/n would understand the sport and the lifestyle

user19: she also knows all of his friends already and they seem to get on with her

user20: "never been in a public relationship" she's just like us

user21: except she's gonna pull lando freaking norris and we're all still lonely

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yourusername: THE way to spend your saturday, perks of the job x

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user22: hey siri play that should be me by justin bieber

maxverstappen1: glad you could take a break from being a tourist to actually come watch me

yourusername: lies i'm always there you just don't know because i sit in hospitality so i can drink ;)

maxverstappen1: is that why my mum looked so happy to see me after sitting with you in hospitality?

yourusername: NO! sophie just loves me

user23: omg y/n and sophie just chill in hospitality? i love them

landonorris: i heard mclaren have great hospitality and actually has a cup of tea with your name written all over it

yourusername: hmmm we'll see if it beats the team who broke the cost cap on catering but i'm willing to take that risk

landonorris: i promise it's worth your time

danielricciardo: @maxverstappen1 look he's finally making a move 👀

maxverstappen1: ugh finally !!!

yourusername: yall mind? ACTUALLY i'm not coming back to red bull you're annoying

user24: has the bullying worked ?

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mclarenf1: lando is back on the podium with a p2 finish with oscar just behind in p4 congrats papaya boys!!

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user25: LET'S GOOOOOO THE WIN IS COMING I CAN FEEL IT

oscarpiastri: congrats lando :)

landonorris: your podium will come oscar you're killing it right now

user26: omg faves i can't wait until the double podium

user27: y/n in the likes ..... 🤔 makes you think

yourusername: idk what you conspiracy theorists want to hear but you don't need to know everything that happens in the drivers' personal lives and i can like posts of my friends doing well

user28: so you're not together

yourusername: you people have the reading comprehension skills of a rock

maxverstappen1: congrats mate, try not to get too drunk tonight, air max is scheduled early in the morning 👍

landonorris: i'll be there no worries

danielricciardo: of course he will, his favourite will be there

landonorris: laugh all you will but i have a pack of peanuts promised to me

yourusername: i'll put salt in their drinks don't worry lando

maxverstappen1: i have done nothing wrong?

yourusername: i am in solidarity with lando

maxverstappen1: i'm ur best friend?

yourusername: he's cute :)

user29: you can't tell she doesn't like him back

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danielricciardo: podiums give you balls. balls get you girlfriends.

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user32: HOLYYYYYYYYYY SHIT

maxverstappen1: they are not awake yet lol they're going to kill you

danielricciardo: i'd like to see lando try. y/n i am afraid of though.

maxverstappen1: you should be, a girl once threw a drink over me in the club for walking into her and y/n went feral. i was afraid and impressed

yourusername: had to protect your virtue max

maxverstappen1: much appreciated, probably the only time i've been attracted to you

landonorris: AND THE LAST TIME

user33: considering their new relationship just got exposed, they're doing pretty well

yourusername: oh we're waiting until daniel is in an enclosed space where if he tries to escape we all die :)

landonorris: he's going to regret this before such a long flight, esp with a hungover y/n

danielricciardo: is it too late to say i love you guys?

yourusername: free enchante merch and i'll drop it

danielricciardo: done.

landonorris: Y/N???

yourusername: what were we really going to do? plus i've had a crush on you for so long people would definitely know by now if i wasn't dead in bed

landonorris: you had a crush? why was i the only one getting bullied?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my comment about the feral club night

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landonorris: on a scale of 1 - 10 how annoyed would you be if someone joined a particular club on your private jet?

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user35: THE MILE HIGHER CLUB?

maxverstappen1: you're banned from the bathroom now, get a UTI i don't care do NOT shag on my plane

landonorris: so is that a 10 definietly not?

maxverstappen1: i will make sure you will never be able to use it again if you have sex on my plane with my best friend

landonorris: understood 😅

yourusername: i don't know how you did it but you made your first post about me even less romantic than dan's and his mentioned balls TWICE

landonorris: but i love you so that's all that counts right?

yourusername: i love you too but i also clean that plane so no one will shag on it or i'll scrap them

landonorris: i get the message no mile higher 😭

yourusername: but at least you get extra peanuts and the best pillow for life

landonorris: you spoil me too much

oscarpiastri: happy for you mate, it was painful watching you mope around the garage

yourusername: awww you moped ???? that's so cute

landonorris: i moped because i really liked you and daniel made it his mission to embarrass me constantly in front of you

yourusername: babe i've cleaned dan's sick off the floor of the jet nothing he could say could make me not like you

landonorris: thank the lord cause if i didn't ask you out i think i may have combusted

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yourusername: the 4am call times and mad max tantrums have all been worth it to meet you <3

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user36: god i have seen what you have done for others

maxverstappen1: now you're together i can say this, 1) i love you guys and i'm glad you're happy. 2) lando saw you once at a karting competition and had a crush ever since this was not new

landonorris: THAT WAS BETWEEN ME AND YOU

maxverstappen1: and he confessed that seeing you in your uniform is what finally pushed him over the edge

landonorris: STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING

maxverstappen1: bro don't worry you guys are together, you're set for life

landonorris: thanks for having faith i guess?

maxverstappen1: BRO SHE IS SUPER DUPER IN LOVE WITH YOU

yourusername: he's not wrong

landonorris: hehehehehehehehe

oscarpiastri: he's literally sat in hospitality giggling and kicking his legs btw

landonorris: proudly so, my gf LOVES me

user37: lando got a gf before a win and i respect that

landonorris: i love you, can't wait for the rest of my life with you

yourusername: i can't wait, i'll even play golf with you x

danielricciardo: mate at least wait until the six month mark before you propose

landonorris: no promises x

note: hope you enjoyed, had this thought and i just had to do it. i'm working on requests and mamma mia p4!!

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Dolce

Chapter Twenty One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Word Count: 1787

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, minor backstory, they're idiots your honor, unbeta'd

A/N: Thank you all for your patience. Apart from being sick, I second and third and quintuple guessed myself on this chapter and then thoroughly ignored the difficult parts and just let them have a conversation on their own. That's it, it's just a phone call. xoxo Stu

Forgive me @lastactiontricia <3

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You stood in your kitchen staring at the food in the fridge. It wasn’t much, but you had options.You just hated them all at that moment. You closed the door and slogged over to the pantry. It was the Friday night after Dean’s birthday and you wanted nothing to do with your phone or work or anything social media related. 

So you had turned off your ringer and left it to charge. 

You grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn out of the box and ripped off the plastic wrap. It was a poor excuse for dinner, but it at least would tide you over while you decided what you actually wanted to eat. Then you poured yourself a glass of wine, a sweet white because you were not a snob about it. No matter how many trips to Napa people took you on, you really weren’t going to spend an arm and a leg on a bottle that you only half-heartedly appreciated.

Once it was ready, you took the puffed up bag of popcorn with you to the living room because what was the point of making another dish? And decidedly resorted to turning on the tv.

The thing about streaming shows is that even though your attention wavered, the consistency of the characters on the screen made you feel less alone. You got through six episodes before you realized you never made anything for dinner. And at that point, it was too late to start. You stomped around trying to remember where you left your phone only to find a missed call from Dean and a dozen random texts from other people.

You double checked you didn’t have any voicemails and scrolled down to order delivery. Once dinner was finally sorted, you poured yourself the last of the bottle of wine and called Dean back.

The phone rang in your ear as you sat in the corner of your couch, criss-cross applesauce while turning on the next episode on mute. He answered on the fourth ring.

“Trouble, hey!”

“You rang?” You took a sip. Wherever he was was loud, but you could hear him moving through the buzz of passing conversation and cutlery.

“Yeah, you got a minute?”

“The night is my oyster, what’s up?” You leaned forward and set your glass on the coffee table, stretching back and settling in for whatever fire you were going to have to put out next.

The sounds surrounding Dean ended abruptly and he exhaled. “Not much, just grabbing drinks with some people from the label with Bela. You know, schmoozing the uppity ups.”

“Oh— good luck with that.” You shifted onto one hip and hugged your knee. “Tell her she has to pick where we’re getting brunch because the place I wanted is closed for remodeling—- and that she’s paying.”

Dean huffed a laugh. “I’ll fucking cover it, okay? Anything else you need me to tell her? Cuz I could go back in there and just hand her the phone if you want—”

“Nope— no, sorry. It’s fine. You okay?” Something in his voice was setting off a proximity alarm in your head, not full blown panic mode, but enough to let you know something had appeared on the horizon. 

“Yeah, ‘m good. It’s just not my kind of thing—- Bela’s great at these things— I just stand there wishing I could be anywhere else.”

“I’m surprised you even showed up— especially with rehearsals starting Monday.” You grabbed your wine again, waiting Dean out.

“Gotta play nice— you said so,” Dean teased, you could hear the soft hum of his smugness before he shifted gears. “Listen— that whole thing with Cas and the birthday bus— and the whole day actually—”

“Are you really gonna start bitching about that now? Dean, it is so not the time— don’t you have someone’s ass to kiss?”

“What?! I’m not— would you let me finish?! Jesus. I was trying to thank you!--- Don’t know why, now, but yeah.”

You bit your lips and perked up, straightening your back and wagging your head a little back and forth. “Oh? By all means— continue.”

“Yeah, okay, smart ass.”

You cackled and let him stew a bit.

“It was seriously the best, okay? Like, top five of all time.” Dean switched ears and you tried not to squee with the idea of making him so happy he’d been thinking about it for days. That he had to call you to tell you— even as an excuse to escape a less than stellar social situation. Everything seemed to sparkle on your skin, but that could have been the Reisling. “And about dragging Cas out— that was an unexpected gift. So, yeah, thank you— for all your trouble.”

You groaned.

“Oh come on! That one wasn’t that bad.” Dean pretended to be affronted and you pretended to be annoyed.

“Sure.”

He sniggered. “It was good to see him. It’d been too damn long.”

“Seriously. We had lunch and just getting to hang out with him made everything better.”

“Yeah.” Dean was thinking and you let him.

The television was frozen on the prompt screen, judging you for still watching, but you ignored it. You finished your wine and looked at the last drops through the curved glass, distracted by the reflection of your empty living room.

“You think he’s doing alright? I mean— he’s got a freakin’ kid. That’s got to have been a total mindfuck— you know?”

Naturally, Dean was worried about how Cas was, not about harboring grudges or blaming him for the rift between them. At least not out loud.

“I cannot imagine— and luckily we don’t have to worry about anyone trying to pull that again.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Fuckin’ Lisa, I almost forgot about that. That was like the first big thing you had to bury when you started.”

You sat up and climbed onto your knees, like getting taller would help make your point. “Oh, I know! God that was such an uphill battle, even when she pretended to play nice. I still get the heebie jeebies when I pass her yoga studio on the way to Charlie’s.”

Dean chuckled. “Man— the things we do for fame. We are paying you, right?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Okay, good, probably should be more though, especially with all the Bela stuff.”

“Dean— I make well over the industry standard percentage with you guys. Plus, you barely even charge me rent. I’m doing fine.”

“Whatever—- still, want you to know your hard work is appreciated.”

You settled back down and picked at the seam of your leggings. “That is the weirdest way you could have said thank you, I hope you know.”

“Fuck off— Thank you, okay? THANK YOU. Should I spell it out? Maybe say it in Spanish?”

“Claro.”

“Como se dice ‘bite me’, huh?”

“Muérdeme.”

“Uhhh—- yeah, not gonna try that one while I’m standing in an alley alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “You should probably go back inside. People are waiting on you.”

“They barely even looked up when I stepped away— Bela’d message me if it was a problem.”

“Deeeeeean.”

“Trouuubbbllllle,” the way his voice rumbled with your nickname made it hard to remember you were even wearing clothes.

You climbed off the couch and decided to put your glass in the dishwasher for something to do. He wasn’t going back into the restaurant, but he wasn’t exactly keeping you from anything either.

“Why’d you call if you were out anyway?”

“Heh— I called you to talk me into going through with it.”

Oops. “Well good job on getting there on your own.”

“I was already halfway to Bela’s anyway. Paps perked up real fast when we rolled up. Gonna have to switch out Baby for a rental one of these days. Don't like the way they hone in on her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Probably a good idea, especially if you need privacy.”

“Not really the point of this little arrangement is it?”

“Okay, but still, be safe.”

“With my car? Always.”

You smiled to yourself when there was a knock at your door.

“Somebody there?” You hadn’t realized he could hear it over the line.

“Just dinner.” You beelined through the living room, suddenly starving. You pinched your phone between your shoulder and your cheek as you unlocked the front door. 

“So, what? Just another night in for you? Lemme guess, messy bun and no bra, maybe some leggings?”

You made sure everything was in the bag where the driver left it and dragged it back to the kitchen for a plate. “Is this you asking me what I’m wearing?”

“Maybe.”

You stopped short, and had to lift the bag up onto the counter a second time to keep it from becoming one with the floor. “Ha, ha.”

“Come on, it’s not like I’m gonna do anything here. Just making conversation.”

You ground your teeth, anger spiking from this sudden turn into teasing. “Yeah, well, when it’s the closest thing to a come on I’ve had in months— it feels a little bit more than that.”

You feel the penny drop.

“Dry spell, huh? I was wondering about that.”

“Oh shut it. You’ve got a fairytale fake girlfriend and I’ve got a band to keep relevant, neither of us is really out there mingling.”

Dean cleared his throat. “You can take time off—- if you need, you know that right? Hell, find somebody’s discarded boyfriend backstage and burn off some steam or something. ‘S one of the perks of a tour.---- But take care of yourself first, alright?”

You look up at the ceiling at the rows of spotlights Dean installed, once upon a time, that framed the island and sighed. “I’m not discussing my sex life with you— like— ever again.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll have a sleepover and braid Sam’s hair.”

You sputtered and then went back to dishing up your food.

“Muérdeme, Dean. Then we’d have to listen to all the kinky shit him and Madison are into, no thank you.”

“Touche.”

You heard Dean’s phone buzz with a notification. The metaphorical clock struck twelve.

“That’s Bela, isn’t it?”

“Yep. Okay, well, it’s been fun.”

You inhaled and sent him off, “go get ‘em, champ.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks again for the birthday shenanigans. I’ll see you next week?”

“I’ll be at rehearsal, but I’ve got calls and stuff scheduled throughout the day.”

“Sounds good. Have a good one.”

“You too.”

Something lingered between you in the silence and before you could say something you’d regret, you finally ended the call. It almost felt like he was waiting you out, making sure not to be the one that hung up first.

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[rei-ismyname]

Ororo, how did you get here?

I wonder if we'll get a solid, in character explanation for why Storm would become a cop (Avenger) again. I'm writing an analysis on From The Ashes (so far) and while I'm clear-eyed about where most characters and books are at, I really need to know if they're even going to bother explaining why Storm would leave Arakko (oh yeah, there's still a million mutants on the red planet) and if they do to what degree. Sure she can just bail off screen but it'd be deeply out of character. She's a member of the Great Ring (or at least she was, occupying Magneto's empty Seat of Loss after she yielded the Regency to Lodus Logos.) She's the most impactful political and cultural figure in a generation. She was the leader of the winning faction in the Genesis War. She had a lover, who was caring for two orphans. I think they were living together. She was happy. I can't recall any ties to Atlanta, but it doesn't really matter. Without serious explanation she's going to look fickle, like she's shirking her duty. A duty she chose, too. Fought multiple wars over. She's getting a solo book, there's totally room to do it properly.

The other big ting for me is Magneto. The First Krakoan age put him through the ringer - his character arc was objectively given the most attention and subjectively the most satisfying. Even without Uncanny X-Men #700 he was poised to shake up the status quo but when you include his chat with Charles that's a promise. A promise that needs to be paid off. Not just any old promise either - it's an ideological breakthrough five decades in the making! He's been kept in the background so far and I haven't really been able to judge whether that promise is being kept or not. I hope so but my expectations are low. It would be such tonal whiplash I can't even think of an analogy.

Interestingly both Max and Ororo were Of Arakko last time we got a close look. Magneto died defending Arakko, he has friends there. He is literally one of the society's heroes for slaying Tarn the Uncaring and The Hour Of Magneto/Judgement Day.

Yeah, that's right. *AIR HORN* *PUMPS FIST* He cares about the Arakki and they care about him. He'd want to pay his respects to the Fisher King and generally see how it's going. He lost his place on the Great Ring when he died and Vulcan blew up his house, but neither are especially important. Both planet and culture are dear to him. After X of Swords, in that brief period when the Arakki were on Earth, it was Magneto meeting with Isca about teething problems. 'Twas Magneto who spearheaded the Terraforming Operation, handling the communication/logistics and harvesting enough iron to bring the planet to life from the Khyber Belt. While he was doing that, Ororo was fighting Nameless to the death for the Noontide Seat.

I could honestly go on, but my point is these two especially are invested. (Roberto Da Costa too, but it seems the New Mutants are represented by Magik alone and Cypher looking like an idiot.) If that continuity is disregarded I'm going to have a problem with it. Honestly, if Arakko is there and not being used in any stories I'll be scratching my head. How do you go from terraforming planets to hated and feared on Earth as anything other than a regression? The geopolitical implications of it being there pretty much break the world they're selling us. They're telling us it's so dangerous for mutants that they're developing secret hand signals and Underground Railroad'ing. At least some mutants would move to fucking Mars. All countries would be at Defcon 1. Did the entire galactic council just forget Sol exists?

I'll stop there, save some for the actual essay instead of the rant lol. If you're enjoying it I couldn't be happier for you. I am struggling to, though, and I'm very wary of heartbreak. Maybe that's on me for how I manage my expectations. We shall see.

[velvetvexations]

There's this intuitive feeling around mpsec orientations that are like, "but that's just not what the word means!", but if you really dig in the issue is that orientations don't really make a lot of sense conceptually because they're inherently tied to binary sex.

For instance, I'm a trans woman. Yet, until I get my tits, anyway, if I'm not wearing a big red bow like Ms. Pac-Man it would be completely impossible to guess that just from looking at me. Because trans women are women, a lesbian could date me and keep her lesbian card, at least among trans positive crowds.

For TERFs, this sounds like a win at first, like I'm pointing out a way in which being trans doesn't make sense because if a lesbian is into someone who looks exactly like a cis man she can't be a lesbian, right? Except...cis lesbians have been made fun of, harassed, and terrorized for their masculinity as far back as can be remembered. Even straight women have been put through the ringer if they don't look feminine enough - I will, for the millionth time, point to Chyna - but among lesbians specifically there have been countless women who could plausibly pass for men if they put just a little bit of effort into it, and many did because being butch as hell is something to be celebrated even if they didn't frame their far-end-of-the-scale butchness as wanting to "pass for men". They could have.

So in both cases, trans or cis, being attracted to a woman who is identical to society's idea of a man is not a disqualifier from being a lesbian. "Political" or "mspec" lesbianism, identifying with lesbianism for a reason other than definitionally being attracted solely to people who identify as women, is the only way the idea of being a lesbian makes sense. It's the only way being gay or straight makes sense. Because gender is so arbitrary, there's no way to make it work unless you're willing to enforce a strict binary that very few queer people want.

Like if you think girls can/should only have soft delicate features and wear lipstick and dresses, fine, I guess it's logically consistent to say being a lesbian is physical attraction to a fixed, limited set of features. But if you're willing to broaden your horizons to any extent, what being attracted to a woman means quickly breaks down. A TERF would say it's physical sex that matters and something something AMAB vaginas aren't the same but I'd like to take a Kinsey Detector and scan a lesbian who loves getting strapped by a hyper-masculine butch to see where she lands.

So there are all these situations where we say "still a lesbian", even though logically the people who are into those girls should be plenty capable of being attracted other people. To bring it back to the trans point of view, I don't really understand how a lesbian could be attracted to me and then turn around and say lesbianism is based purely on what gender you're attracted to, while some would be viciously mean to her and accuse her of transphobia (which I would hate) if she weren't into me. Because what if, hypothetically, I woke up tomorrow and said "you know, I think I'm feeling more comfortable thinking of myself as a man these days " - that changes everything over night? That lesbian is no longer attracted to me when I change my pronouns? What if I had already been thinking that and I just didn't say anything about it, was she attracted to a man for a brief period of time?

Gender and how we classify attraction is just very, very arbitrary. Gender abolitionists see trans people as reinforcing gender, but I've always said that if they thought about it for two seconds they'd realize trans people are a deathblow to everything they hate about gender. They can't separate gender from sex so they see it as trans people wanting every girl who's not traditionally feminine to be boys and every boy who's not traditionally masculine to be women.

And, well, that's one reason I hate egg shit because yeah that is actually kinna doing that. It's at least reinforcing pink=girl mentality. Like to be clear, I'm not saying you can't associate girlhood with the color pink, I just think that when a cis man likes the color pink and you go "have you tried estrogen?" you're not just associating the two concepts but actively backing up the societal expectation that to like pink is to be a girl. It's like the difference between associating candy canes with Christmas and being convinced it's somehow already December again when you see peppermints being sold in the middle of March.

But other than that, which I've gone on the record against over and over, trans people are smashing society's concept of gender into pieces. "Orientation" as traditionally thought of must naturally also come down because it rests atop that foundation.

[mischas]

your most recent gifset sent me into a seth&marissa tailspin lolol. them (+kirsten) are the characters i believe were shafted the most in terms of character development (marissa moreso obviously). mischa and adam had such a natural chemistry that made seth and marissa work so well onscreen and i genuinely believe the show would’ve lasted a least a little longer had they known how to mine this dynamic. they had the same interests and they loved the same people! they even dated the same girl! there was just so much friendship potential there that got squandered away all bc js&so were too busy putting marissa through the ringer + making seth an asshole w no emotional depth.

I love Marissa/Seth with my whole heart so that makes me happy! My indie loser besties! You're right. They have the same background. They're neighbors. Their parents have a weird history/chemistry. They have the same musical tastes. They have the same favorite book. They're obsessed with the same people. They've dated the same person. They're both depressed. How the show didn't do much of anything with this beyond 102 is insane. What I love so much about 203 is how Seth's able to just exist with Marissa in silence on that bench. He's always so verbose and ridiculous (I say 75% affectionately) but at the end of 203 he and Marissa can just... exist. The two loneliest people in Newport!!!! I love that Mischa/Adam don't have romantic chemistry. I love that it's awkward. I love that you can tell Mischa loved Adam in early show press before things got weird and complicated in their group. It's the cutest thing in the world. We deserved more! *insert Mark Ruffalo we love america gif here*

I will forever mourn us not really getting emotional/melancholic Seth with just a side of clever quips. There was so much to mine with him as a character. They set it up in those first few episodes and then just... well, anyway. Shoutout to AB in 127/201/224 though.

I was just having a similar conversation with a friend the other day about how Adam/Kelly are duped by like s2 and strung along by the shit writing for the rest. And how they're such mirrors for the other in ways. Their show-best work is done in 224. It's also the end of their work having any (to me) emotional resonance. And that's a goddamn shame. Both actors also don't tow the show-line about the final year being a party and say things were lowkey Bad by s2. Adam straight up saying his effort/attitude would've been up to par if his scripts were as good as s1 is just....... crazy, lol. But I'm obsessed with his honesty. We need more of it from everyone else.

Kelly deserved SO much more, my goodness. Of all the adults. She absolutely kills her late s2 storyline only for the later Charlotte storyline to mostly benefit Melinda. Ridiculous. They get rid of Jimmy/Hailey/Caleb in the same season and Kelly no longer has anything meaningful to do. I just...... yikes. God forbid Marissa ever have an adult (or anyone) step in and give a shit about her suffering. Especially the one adult on the show that also has addiction problems. But no. Another massive shame since the first half of s1 sets Marissa/Kirsten up as generational parallels. In this essay I will

[she-walked-away]

911 Lone Star Countdown Tag Game

Tagged by @lonestar-s5countdown

Less that 2 weeks my dudes!!!

(1) Which 911 Lone Star season finale is your favorite?

Oh it's a toss up between season 3 and season4's finale. I think season 3's finale as a whole was just *so* well done with the building collapse, Judd being stuck there but being able to still put his firefighter hat and having his HEART help guide him to rescue himself and the others. I also just REALLY loved Owen having to reckon with himself and what happened in the towers and how it's like he's still punishing himself. I thought the episode was just so so good and had the parallels to season 1. Also- the proposal. I'll never forget seeing TK sitting up in bed, nearly falling off my own couch and almost yeeting my oldest off it. It was such a magical experience watching it.

Season 4's finale was a favorite as well- TARLOS GOT MARRIED! I loved it for the acting MASTER CLASS that Rafael L. Silva put on for us. Because, MY GOD, he carried that episode on his back and put us all through the emotional ringer. But, I was pleased as punch with the wedding content we DID get- especially since I know a lot of TV weddings end up suffering to a five second montage of vows that we don't hear. Would I have wanted more? Of course, but I was happy with it!

(2) What was your favorite moment from the season 4 finale?

I have 2!

The Vows™- will I ever get over their sparkly teary eyes watching each other wax poetry about how much they love each other? Nope, don't think so.

The moment on the couch where they postpone the wedding. It was emotional, painful, but there was just so much love there.

(3) Are there any storylines that you would like to see brought back for a more satisfying conclusion?

Honestly, even though this will forever be a pipe dream considering Gabriel is dead- I wish we had gotten more of Carlos' feelings over his family's silence for 10 years after he came out. Maybe it's more realistic that there was never a full on discussion about it- but I would have liked to Carlos to say his piece to them instead of us just having to listen to Andrea mention it to Owen. Or maybe that's what the dinner with Andrea was about- but I think the audience would have benefitted from seeing it.

(4) Pick one character and tell us where you hope to see them at the end of season 5.

Let's pick someone other than my usuals! How about Tommy?? I want Tommy to be HAPPY and HEALTHY. She has gone through SO SO much, infertility, widowed, now being sick. I want her to be free of her illness- whether its cancer or something else- and I want her to be happy with her girls and Trevor and his kid, if that's what she wants.

(5) What is one thing you really want to see before the show ends?

I would love to see the Catan gang do a rescue on a game night! Maybe they're out and about and there's a situation, but I would love to see them do it without their captains there because they are ALL just as competent!

Tagging friends: @ladytessa74 @thisbuildinghasfeelings @corsage @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @herefortarlos @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @goodways +open tag :)

[galexystern]

prove to me your loyalty - 18+

pairing; eddie munson/reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), pwp, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, established relationship, fluff

word count; 4.5k

desc; "You have to tell me all the songs in Corroded Coffin's setlist, in order. Otherwise, you will not be cumming tonight."

read on ao3 / setlist / masterlist

The bartender places two shots of tequila in front of you and Theo, sliding over the salt shaker and setting two lime wedges next to it. The drinks are filled to the brim, threatening to spill over, and you look at your best friend in excitement.

"Okay, so how do we do this again?" She asks, returning your manic grin.

"Here." You lick the back of your hand, just under your thumb, and motion for her to do the same. She copies you, and you use the shaker to sprinkle salt on the wet spots. "It's lick the salt," you hold up your hand, "take the shot, then suck the lime. Salt, shot, lime. Got it?"

Theo nods. You both grab the tiny glasses and look each other square in the eye.

"To our reunion," she cheers and you toast her gently, not wanting to spill any of the liquor. You two lightly tap the shots on the bar while licking up the salt. You then throw them back, immediately reaching for the limes and squeezing them between your lips. Theo puckers and shouts, "Whoo!"

You laugh loudly. You were so excited to have your best friend back in town. After moving to stupid Chicago for college, you'd missed the living heck out of her. It just reinforced that you and her belonged in the same town—you were planning to move up there with her as soon as graduation came around, running straight from the stage to the city. It was going to be perfect.

"Excuse me?" You turn around as Theo peers over your shoulder. Next to you are two girls with "distaste" written across their faces.

You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Could you like, keep it down? We're trying to hear the band," one of them says, voice nasally with prissy irritation.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness!" You bring a hand up to your chest, a dead ringer for fake Southern concern. "Please accept our deepest apologies."

They shoot you dirty looks with scrunched noses and turn away. Focusing back on Theo, you both snicker.

"Another one?" She asks.

"Hell yeah," you reply.

As she tries to get the bartender's attention again, you work to hear the band over the din over the crowd's noise. After a few seconds, you manage to catch a couple notes and recognize the song. You also overhear one of the girls next to you squeal, "Oh my god, the guitar player is so cute."

Her friend replies, "I know! I'm gonna try and catch him after the show."

You smirk.

The bartender comes back around and supplies another set of tequila shots for you and Theo. After you throw those back, you talk animatedly. Theo recounts spring semester classes and raunchy frat parties and dorm life nightmares. You complain about the amount of work in Mrs. O'Donnelly's class and describe the piece you're working on and planning to enter into the school district's art show. Your art teacher says it'll have a really high chance to make it to the regional show. First prize is a good chunk of cash to any school of your choice. If you get it, you'll put it towards your spot at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago—you've already been accepted, but have to find the money.

At some point, you key back into the music. Upon hearing what's being played, you signal to the bartender and order a large glass of water and a Corona. They appear a minute later, just as the song comes to an end. You hear the singer thank the audience over a rush of applause, to which you and Theo contribute a lot of clapping and yelling.

"Oh-em-gee, he's coming over here!" One of the girls behind you exclaims and you spin your barstool around. They're fluffing up their hair and reapplying their lipstick. You follow the head of black curls they're watching snake through the crowd and wish you could get this on video.

Eddie Munson, guitar player for Corroded Coffin, sweeps past the girls beside you without a second glance. He stops in front of you, gives you a brilliant smile, and plants a huge kiss on your waiting lips.

"Hi, angel," he says, breathing hard but clearly still revved from the performance. "Theo! Glad you could come."

She nods with a big smile. "Me too."

With an eye tracking the blondes, you lean in, grab Eddie's denim jacket by the collar, and reply, "Hi, pretty boy. You guys sounded great. Have fun?"

His head bounces up and down in excitement. "Yeah!" He sounds like a little kid and you grin in response.

"These are for you." You grab the water and beer, handing them to him.

He groans. "You are the best, princess." He downs the water in one go and then immediately chugs half of the beer. You roll your eyes but laugh, motioning for the bartender to refill the water when they can.

That should be it. You know that's enough. But you can't help milking it a little further.

"Baby," you say and Eddie brings his attention back to you. "These girls here," you turn and gesture at the blondes sitting next to you, "are huge fans! They wanted to say hi."

You feel your little gremlin heart squeeze with joy when you turn to see the two of them with their mouths hanging open.

"Hey!" Eddie exclaims. "Thanks for coming to the show!"

One of them regains composure and uses a hand to flick her hair over her shoulder. "Hey," she draws out, trying to be sexy, you think. "I'm Alyssa and this is Haley."

"You sounded great," Haley chimes in, voice oozing with an obvious superiority complex.

"Aw, thanks! Well, I'm Eddie, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N, and her best friend Theo!" You and Theo both wave daintily, shit-eating grins on your faces. "Hope to see you at the next one!" Eddie gives them each wide smiles before turning back to you. "I gotta get backstage and pack up. I'll meet you at the car in like 10?"

You nod and he starts to walk away. "Wait!" You call out and he looks back at you. "Take these," you hold out the refilled water and half-finished Corona, "and you better drink that water."

He salutes you before taking the drinks out of your hands. With one last quick kiss, he disappears into the crowd.

"Ugh!" You hear from beside you, and you and Theo watch as Alyssa and Haley storm away from the bar, out the door, and into the night. You turn to Theo and you both erupt into roaring laughter.

;

The van is warm and quiet. Eddie's driving, humming along to one of his many mixtapes, hand on your thigh as you lean against the passenger side window. He's tapping along with the rhythm, a familiar, relaxing motion. This was your favorite part of your boyfriend's gigs, when he was happy and calm, having expended all his energy onstage, and you got him all to yourself. 

"Hey," he says softly, breaking the silence. You hum and turn to him. "What was up with that thing at the bar? With those two girls?"

You laugh lightly. "Oh, nothing. They were annoying, asking us to be quiet when we were talking. Then I heard them talking about how cute you were and had to rub it in their faces a little bit."

"Rub what?" You roll your eyes at Eddie's teasing.

"That you're mine, of course," you answer, giving him a wink when he glances at you. He grins but you can see a hint of anxiety in his mouth. "Hey...what's wrong?"

He brushes his thumb across your thigh, something he does when he's nervous. "I thought you usually listened to us play too."

"Baby, I always listen," you say. "It's just that Theo's in town. You know how important it is to me to see her while she's here. I miss her."

"I know, love," he replies soothingly.

"Besides," you wave a hand, "I know your setlist like the back of my hand. I checked in a couple of times and recognized each song when I heard it. I even had your water and beer ready when you got offstage." Eddie pinches you for the teasing tone and you slap his hand. "And we could hear you anyways and I was right, you sounded awesome."

He gives you a grateful smile, which you return. You slip your hand under his and he grabs tight, interlocking your fingers.

;

"Babe," Eddie calls from the bathroom. You're in the kitchen, snacking on some pop-tarts as a late-night treat. He emerges a few seconds later, wiping his hands on a towel. It's a hot night, no breeze whatsoever, and so he's sweating again, beads running down his temple. "I've been thinking."

"Uh-oh," you say playfully. "That's dangerous."

"Smartass," he mutters and stands in close to you. In the sticky heat, with him so close, you can feel sweat drip down your neck and back. You shiver when he throws the towel on the counter and hooks his thumbs in your belt loops.

"Always."

"Anyways, I've been thinking about what you said earlier."

You tilt your head. "Is this about me not listening? It was just this one time."

"No, no." He shakes his head, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. "I get that, don't worry."

"Then what did I say?"

"You mentioned that you knew the setlist 'like the back of your hand', your exact words were."

You shrug. "Yeah, and?"

He raises an eyebrow. "You seem pretty confident about that." He lowers his voice and steps in. "Aren't you?"

Pop-tarts forgotten, you rest your hands on his chest and look up at him with an almost cocky expression. "I am confident about it."

"What do you say we put that knowledge to the test?"

"What do you mean?" You ask but Eddie doesn't reply. Instead, he moves his hands to your ass and lifts you so you're sitting on the countertop. He kisses you deeply, and you move your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You dart your tongue out to swipe across his bottom lip and his mouth opens almost instantly. You swallow the groan he lets out and lock your legs around his hips. His hands are tight on your waist, underneath your shirt, hot skin against hot skin. 

He breaks away. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, beautiful," he says and you growl. "But only if you pass the test."

"Which is?"

"You have to tell me all the songs in Corroded Coffin's setlist, in order. Otherwise, you will not be cumming tonight."

You narrow your eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem."

He smiles wickedly. "Oh, there's just one thing," he starts, but stops to bring his face close to yours. You hope he'll kiss you again, but he bypasses your lips and goes straight for your jaw, dragging his mouth down your neck and to your ear. You whine at the feel of his tongue along your earlobe, grinding against him and feeling his hard cock through his jeans. "I'll be distracting you with things like this," he bites your pulse point, "and this," he pushes his hands up your shirt and under your bra to pinch your nipples, "and this," he thrusts his crotch against yours to create that delicious friction you need. He leans back and looks at you hungrily. "Up for the challenge, princess?"

You thread your hands through his hair and tug firmly. "Bring it on, pretty boy."

He bares his teeth in corrupt glee. "Then you may begin at any time."

He doesn't move and you understand the concept: get one right and he'll give you pleasure; get one wrong and he'll give you pain.

"Well," you draw out. "You always start with 'Welcome to the Jungle' by Guns N' Roses. A natural opener."

He nods. He leans away to remove your shirt and bra and throws them to the floor. Coming back to you, he attaches his lips to your neck again and you sigh, leaning your head back to expose more skin. He sucks deeply, surely leaving a mark, but then he stops and doesn't move.

"Keep going," he taunts, breath tickling you.

You huff. "Followed by 'Cum on Feel the Noize' by Quiet Riot. Keeping the upbeat tempo."

He hums and slides down to suck another mark onto your collarbone.

"Next is 'Hold On Loosely' by 38 Special, a favorite of mine. Slows the temp a bit from the first two songs."

Eddie licks down your chest until he's level with your tits. He flicks his tongue against one nipple and you gasp. You expect him to put his mouth on it, but when you look down, he's watching you expectantly.

"Then 'Runaway' by Bon Jovi. Stays a bit slower but hits harder."

He finally sucks a nipple into his mouth and you moan, your hips involuntarily thrusting up to find any kind of friction that will help you find release. He switches to your other tit, lavishing the same amount of attention.

"Fuck, yes," you cry out.

Eddie's mouth keeps moving down, pressing light kisses to your stomach and waist. He then stands back up, and while unbuttoning your jeans, murmurs, "Lift yourself up, baby."

You plant your hands on the counter and suspend yourself above the counter so he can slide your pants and underwear off. It takes more effort than you would've liked, telling you that you're shakier from Eddie's ministrations than normal. The tension of the game and Eddie's control over the situation seems to heighten everything, and you can feel yourself straining for release already. You wonder if you'll be able to make it through the whole setlist.

Eddie has kneeled on the floor and is looking at you with those big eyes and long eyelashes. "You're doing so good, angel," he praises and you whine. "Keep going."

"Um," you start. "Next song switches with every gig. It's either 'Girls, Girls, Girls' by Motley Crüe or 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' by the Scorpions. Either way, it's about sex."

"Cheeky," Eddie says, but follows the rules. He spreads your thighs and licks up your slit. You keen and buck your hips up to chase his mouth. He chuckles but doesn't touch you again. You look down at him and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"The next couple of songs are for the great Eddie Munson to show off his amazing guitar skills," you tease lowly. His eyebrows raise. "'Wheel in the Sky' by Journey first." You can tell he wants to punish you, but you'd gotten it right, so he just leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth. You groan in pleasure and Eddie's hands clench your thighs tight. You can tell he's losing himself just as much as you are yourself.

"Hey," you say to get his attention. His eyes lock onto yours but he doesn't stop moving his tongue. "Fingers. I want one finger per correct song for these next two, since they alternate as well."

He clearly doesn't like you directing what he's doing, but concedes with a thumb across your thigh. He brings a hand to your pussy and teases you, rubbing his fingertips against your folds. "If Eddie Munson is feeling worn out or tired, but still wants to impress a crowd, he'll play 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns N' Roses. That opening guitar solo is sure to make the ladies in the audience wet."

Without warning, his middle finger pushes all the way inside you, hard and fast. You wail at the sudden pressure, surely his revenge for your sass. He thrusts it in and out without mercy and you knock your head back against a cabinet, letting out pitiful whimpers at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Once you get used to the feeling, you double down. "But if Eddie Munson is feeling up to the task, he'll break out 'Master of Puppets' by Metallica, which he spent a whole month trying to get right." Eddie bites the inside of your thigh and you dial it back. "It paid off, of course, because he plays it so well, all the women and men in the crowd want to fuck him after watching him do so. I know I do."

Another finger probes your entrance. Eddie's nice this time, and he slides it in slowly, letting you adjust before fucking you with both. He does it leisurely, but they hit so deep inside you, and they curl to reach that spot that makes your back arch, which you do right there on the kitchen counter. He doesn't stop this time, instead keeping them going as he looks up at you.

"I think I'm gonna need to step it up," he says, chin shining with your wetness, "if I'm gonna make you lose your mind. One more, princess, and then I'm taking you to the bedroom."

You smirk, thinking it'll be easy, but you've never been more wrong. Before you can answer, he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth again. You choke, the combined sensations of him eating you out while finger-fucking you so far inside you can feel the cool steel of his rings against your pussy making you go crazy. "Um, next is..." He rubs that spot within you again and you whine. "It's—oh, god—'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by...fuck," you swear. Eddie has sped up his motions, sucking your clit harder. "It's by...oh, who is it by?" You think aloud. "I know this—shit!" You can't think straight.

You close your eyes so you can't see Eddie look so beautiful between your legs. You rack your brain, letting out whimpers here and there as he continues unraveling you. "Oh!" You cry out, popping your eyes back open. "It's by Def Leppard."

At that, Eddie stops everything he's doing. You whine loudly at the sudden emptiness, but then he stands and makes sure your legs are wrapped around his hips before lifting you from the counter. He carries you effortlessly down the short hallway and into his bedroom. The wind has finally picked up and blows in through the open windows; you sigh at the cool air on your naked body. Which reminds you...

He sets you down gently on the bed. He goes to just open his jeans and pull out his cock, but you stop him.

"No," you pant. "I want it off. I wanna see you, all of you, as I ace this test and you fuck me into oblivion."

His eyes widen at the order but he complies. He takes his time, though, and you grow whiny and restless as he removes articles of clothing one at a time, at the pace of a snail.

"Come on," you groan. "Hurry up and fuck me already."

"Don't be a brat," he replies as he finally takes off his underwear and reveals his rock-hard, red, throbbing, leaking cock. You lick your lips at the sight. He grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "I can punish you if I want. Game or no."

You smile at him, internally considering his words. It would be fun to be spanked right now...but you wanna prove you know what you're talking about. "At this point in the setlist, it's time to get slow and quiet and acoustic." He nods as he pulls a condom from the nightstand drawer and opens it with his teeth. "This next song is another favorite of mine, especially when it's dedicated to me, which it usually is."

"I haven't heard the title or artist yet, baby," Eddie sing-songs. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you nice and hard."

You bite your lip, wanting to snap back at him but your body overpowers your brain by reminding you how wet you are and how close you are to your climax.

"'Lights' by Journey," you rush out.

He positions himself above you and presses the head of his cock against your pussy. You sigh at the feeling. "Fuck me, Eddie, please," you hear yourself say.

Eddie smirks but pushes inside you slowly. He'd been forceful when fingering you, but he'd never put you in as much pain as you would be if it was his cock instead. He always lets you adjust to the stretch of him inside you, follows your signals on when to push in further or actually thrust. One of the reasons you love him to death.

He finally bottoms out, and you both moan at the feeling.

"I love how tight you are, angel," he says, voice strained. "Always so tight for my cock."

"Only for you," you reply and press back against him, telling him he can start moving again.

At that, he stares at you, eyes half-lidded in pleasure but still gleaming wickedly. "Next song."

"Oh, come on," you whine, trying to buck up against him. He puts his hands on your hips and pushes down, pressing them against the bed firmly.

"Next song," he asks again.

"'Live Wire' by Motley Crüe," you grit out.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, murmuring "good girl" against your lips. He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in. You cry out and he keeps going, sending you into ecstasy.

"Another song," he pants, "and I'll rub your clit. Can you do that for me, pretty girl? I think you're aching for it."

"Fuck, yes," you moan. "It's—it's 'Rainbow In The Dark'."

A hand leaves your hip and fingertips ghost across your clit. "And the artist?"

"Dio," you breathe out.

"So good," he whispers. His fingers press down hard and rub tight circles on your clit. You keen into the dark room, loud enough that the sound will surely float out the open windows and to the neighboring trailers. You don't care. You can feel your orgasm in the distance, moving fast.

"M'gonna cum," you whimper.

Eddie doesn't stop fucking or stimulating you, but groans out, "One more, baby. I know you've got it in you."

"It's 'Detroit Rock City' and the artist's name is what I want you to do me right now." Eddie stares at you, eyes full of hunger and love and temptation and desire. "KISS."

He moans and crashes his lips onto yours. Your tongues tangle together and teeth bump and then you're cumming, falling over the edge into bliss, tensing your entire body before letting go completely. Eddie goes mad as you clench hard around his cock, and a few thrusts later he's following you into the ether, into complete and utter euphoria.

You ride out your highs together, trying to make them last as long as you can. Eventually, Eddie pulls out and sits back on his knees. You collapse on the bed, a puddle of limbs and hair, and watch as he shakily stands up and moves into the main area of the trailer. You hear a sink running and then stop, and then he reappears holding a wet towel. He cleans you up gently, and you're filled with so much love it feels impossible when you feel the warmth against your skin. He throws the cloth somewhere in the room and joins you in bed, pulling the covers up to encase you both. He props up on his elbow next to you, gently tracing abstract art on your bare stomach with his fingertips.

"I hate to say it, babe," he says quietly, "but you missed o—"

"'Caught Up In You' by 38 Special," you breathe. It'd taken the rest of your energy to say that and now you were out.

Eddie is speechless for a couple seconds but eventually laughs. "You're amazing, angel."

You hum in happiness as he kisses you sweetly. Then he lays on his back and you snuggle close to him, head resting on his chest, his arms encompassing you in safety and warmth. You fall asleep listening to his heart beat evenly, a sound better than any other in the world.

;

"Princess, I've been thinking again—"

"That's new for you."

Eddie gives you a look and you snicker. You two are in the music shop where you both work, sorting through that day's donated cassettes. You're checking them for damage and dividing them based on whether they're still sellable or not.

You look at your boyfriend. "Sorry," you say sheepishly. "Go ahead."

He rolls his eyes but smiles at you fondly. "I've been thinking about our setlist."

"Baby, I proved I listen to you play—"

"I know, angel, that's not what this is about," he reassures you and you sigh in relief. "I think maybe it's time to change it up a bit. Gotta keep you on your toes." He winks.

You laugh. "Whatever you wanna do, babe. I like your setlist how it is, but I'd be interested to see how you wanna switch it."

"Well, I wanted to ask if you had any recommendations." He says it nonchalantly.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Really?" He wasn't very good at taking anyone's input, even yours.

"Yeah," he shrugs, "I trust your music taste."

"Okay," you reply. Your brain goes into overdrive and focuses in on something. "One sec." You jump off the counter and run to the stacks of cassettes. You grab three and bring them back to Eddie.

He studies them; you'd handed him three of Boston's tapes.

"This one," you start, pulling out the self-titled album, "is their first one from 1976. They did this one," switching the first with their 'Don't Look Back' cassette, "two years later. I know they're a little old, but they just came out with this one super recently." You pointed to the 'Third Stage' tape. "I really like their stuff and I think you would too. I think you could put 'Foreplay / Long Time' as another alternate for 'Master' and 'Sweet Child'—it has a really long intro that would highlight not just you but others in the band." You spoke quickly, excitedly. "I really love all the songs on the self-titled but the title track from 'Don't Look Back' is also really good."

You look up at Eddie and find him gazing at you with all the love in the world. You blush and look away, but he brings a hand to cup your face and gently pulls you back to him.

"Thank you, my love," he says so sincerely your heart hurts. "I can't wait to listen to these."

You hug him tight, and he holds you even tighter. "I love you," you murmur.

"I love you too."

[thursdaygrl]

i have a handle on my drafts again sooooo here's a plot specific starter call for some muses i'm really eager to use. underneath the cut i'm gonna place a list of muses + a plot or plots i'd really like for them.. if you like i'll come to you for who, but you're also welcome to reply! whether we plot it out a bit more or just jump in is up to you.

adrian — falling in love with the his kid's nanny pls. he's divorced and a workaholic, someone force him to be better.

aurelio — arranged marriage, possibly with the families being in the mafia for the drama of it. / normal people plot hehe.

dawson — figure skater/hockey player im BEGGING you. / accidental pregnancy also.

dove — this plot where dove is the one being given a makeover.

jacob — best friends to lovers, preferably with the backdrop of a beach town and the summer and lots of drama.

joseph — forbidden love with the sibling of a family his brothers hate. would love for it to get intense and messy.

kendra — visiting her hometown so her children can see her parents and running into her hs/college best friend who she has now realised she used to be in love with lmao. her circumstances are up to you, could be married, could have figured herself out earlier than kendra did.

lachlan — uncomfortably close best friends, completely lacking in boundaries, both completely unaware that they're in love. literally will f*ck and still don't realise it's weird. inspo. / bandmate's gf who he claims to hate and is irritated that she's on tour with them but he has feelings for her and also knows she's only with them bc her bf cheats whenever they go on tour.

lucien — fwb that gets complicated. assumed unrequited feelings, friend drama, pregnancy scare? you name it.

mason — i would really just love a badass woman who can hold her own who pushes him to break down his walls and we can explore lots of drama within his family and their town but i want them to get married. not a specific plot just like. vibes at this point.

niamh — football player/popstar, come on now.....

river — sense8 plot, psychic link soulmates aka my favourite ever.

ronan — would love something veronica/logan inspired / would also pay someone to use sherry-lee watson against him.

sully — roommates who cannot stand each other but... :) very much jess and nick from new girl inspired pls.

warner — jess and rory type plot pls. he has a poor rep in their small town and she's the people's princess. she's the only one who tries to see the real him.

wyatt — frenemy neighbours to lovers, preferably with fake dating. inspo.

revan — princess/criminal fantasy plot pls. / new recruit he puts through the ringer but actually likes. inspo.

EDIT: crossing out any that are taken that i don't wanna double up!

[inkedroplets]

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. (I've been soaking up these rich girl snippets like a sponge but take as much time as you need! I'm sure it'll be worth the wait ❤)

So this really small snippet is from my Lena erases her memory fic. Kara ends up rescuing the woman that Lena's just started seeing from a bit of trouble.

“You’re a long way from National City,” the woman said, looking as if she still wasn’t sure that it was really Supergirl that had been the one to pull her to safety. “I happened to be in the neighborhood,” Kara said, wondering if the woman would chalk it up to a bit of good fortune on her part. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth.Kara had already long run through her flimsy list of excuses as to why she made so many trips to Metropolis. Especially when she knew what a risk it was to do so but this time at least, something good had come of it. “I can handle myself,” the woman said, sounding the teensiest bit annoyed. “Not that I don’t appreciate the rescue,” she added quickly. “Thank you.” Kara shook her head. “Sounds like you could have handled them on your own,” she said. That got a laugh out of the woman who looked as if she couldn’t decide Kara was being genuine or simply humoring her. “Don’t let my ego get in the way of rescuing me again if the occasion ever calls for it.” The woman grinned but the smile fell away when she realized that the bouquet she had clutched securely in her right hand was completely destroyed. All that remained were a few bent stems and one mangled bit of Queen’s Anne’s Lace that looked like it had been through the ringer. "You don't mind me pinning the blame on you for the flower situation, do you?" the woman joked. She smiled effortlessly and Kara felt a small pang of jealousy, refusing to dwell on it. "My date," she began to say before Kara floated up off the ground. "Back in a minute," Kara said, knowing it would take her even less time than that if she was quick. "Here," Kara said. She presented a fresh bouquet of flowers to the woman who took them from her after a brief moment of hesitation. "Wouldn't want to ruin your evening," Kara said and found that she couldn't say the word 'date'. "What, are you crazy?" The woman smiled again. "I have a much more interesting answer for when my girlfriend asks me how my day was," she joked. "And you even replaced my bouquet. You really are Super." "It was nothing," Kara said. Girlfriend, she thought and felt a strange sinking in the pit of her stomach, blaming it on the fact that she had gotten far too close to Lena, once more, knowing that if Alex knew she would never let her hear the end of it. "I have to go," Kara said and rose into the air, ready to put Metropolis behind her, reminding herself that she shouldn't make a return visit. "These flowers," the woman said and held out the bouquet, almost looking as if she were trying to present it to Kara in a strange of proposal. "I've never seen them before. Was the shop all out of roses? Are roses cliche?" "I wouldn't know," Kara said, rising ever higher. "They're plumerias," she said, not glancing back as she took to the sky.

[beatriceeagle]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett, Bren Aldric Ermendrud, Original Male Character(s), Yasha (Critical Role), Essek Thelyss, Astrid Beck

Additional Tags: canon compliant through Mighty Nein Reunited, canon inspired through Echoes of the Solstice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, technically this is kidfic in both senses of the term

Chapter: 1/24

Summary: Six months ago, Beau adopted a teenager who loves the Cobalt Soul, but can't stand her. Ten minutes ago, Caleb accidentally summoned his own teenage self into his living room. So you know, they're both going though some shit.

At least Caleb's got experience befriending novice monks with attitude problems. And Beau's got experience befriending Caleb.

Chapter Summary: Beau reads a bedtime story. Caleb makes a phone call.

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Beau had barged in on many unwelcome scenes in Caleb’s house, including Caleb bleeding (from a magical accident), Caleb bleeding (from a cooking accident), and in a sight she would never scrub from her mind, Caleb bleeding (from a sex-with-Essek accident). Still, she never could’ve predicted what she found.

A first glance showed her Caleb huddled on the floor of his sitting room, back pressed into a corner, knees folded up to his chin. He stared across the room, almost-but-not-quite looking at a boy, sixteen or seventeen, lying apparently unconscious on the couch. A second glance showed her that the boy was wearing a wizard’s robes, and that he was likely unconscious due to the familiar Iron Shepherd manacles around his hands. A third glance showed her that the boy’s robes were at least twenty years out of fashion, that his jaw cut a very familiar outline, and that his hair, while shorter than she’d ever seen it, was a dead ringer for Caleb’s color.

Beau rounded on Caleb. “Have you been fucking with time travel?”

Caleb’s face paled. Gods above, he looked so bad. Bad like sitting on the beach after storming Vergesson. Bad like collapsing to the ground after defeating Ikithon. It’d been years since all of that, and Beau had thought he’d settled, found some kind of peace. But whatever this was, it had shaken him into the kind of state Beau had really hoped she'd never see him in again.

“No,” he said emphatically. “I would not… I have put that behind me, you should know that.”

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[sofa-ambrosia]

Neon White parents Headcanons (some cute some random)/j

Green and Violet's parents:They're fucking orphans LMAO

Yellow's parents:Were actually attentive and caring, and always made the best out of their situation. His dad(mazie) worked at a dump and fixed up cars for extra cash. His mom(mango)made candles with 2 other friends, as well as working at a grocery store. Mango would always try to spend as much time as possible with her kids due to her fragile health, and would always try to stay optimistic for her family. Mazie can't spend as much time with the kids, but every Sunday, he always takes them to the park to play around and make them sandwiches.

Blue's Parents:His mom(Azure), while very caring, would often zone out from time to time, as well as try to get validation from people to a dangerous extent(gambling with her savings and dipping into her kids as well). His father(Marian) was a Vietnam vet, often putting his kids on the ringer due to his refusal to deal with his own issues, as well as being harder on Blue to toughen up and earn the family inheritance (drug empire) Blue has a sister, though their relationship is...strained to say the least.

Red's parents:Her dad(Chili) liked to spend money on useless shit, often putting more stress on her mom(Scarlett). Chili and Scarlett had a lot of siblings, so Red always had to take care of her younger cousins while the adults got drunk(bro bro developed elder sister syndrome AND THEY'RE NOT EVEN SIBLINGS LMAO). Chili was the one to stay at home, so he was slightly closer to Red. Scarlett didn't not like her kid but also didn't really make time for Red. After Red came out as Trans, both her parents treated her differently. Her father would make comments about losing his son, and how he didn't recognize the girl standing before him. Her mom would make passive-aggressive comments about what a "real woman" goes through/experiences and would say snide shit about Red's looks and feminity.

White's Parents:Their mom(Powder) and dad(Platinum) were very abusive, physically and emotionally. Platinum worked long and exhausting hours, often coming home late tired, and bitter. Powder is the one who pushes him to work these hours and yet complains about him not being home. Powder was the one mainly White saw, but she also neglected to take care of their needs. White would have a "fend for yourself" meal every day, and even when their mom cooked, it was too little for the three of them. Their parents' love story is that of Beatrice and Butterscotch from Bojack Horsemen, and their marriage is the same. Also, pushing ~☆gender stereotypes on little White☆~ made them panic badly when they realized their Trans.

Nox parent's:Gem demons(name will change) aren't born sexually, so they often adopt young gems that just came out. Nox's caretaker, Volkan (a garnet), adopted Nox to take their place in the army. They were heavily damaged and become disabled, but unlike other gems who took it in pride, she was ashamed of it. She lashed it out at Nox, who internalized this and other.....lessons Volkan gave. Manipulation and dissociation are all their relationship is for Nox, and for Volkan, it's nothing but a means for climbing higher.

Purdence's parents:Never around, always working and trying to sell their kids.

Rene's parents:They were too young to know who they were before they died.

[terrence-silver]

Had a dream about getting food eaten off of me (non-sexually) and now I can’t stop imagining Terry having human furniture

Definitely seems like something 80’s Terry would have

It’s as though he views those lesser than him as not even human

But, honestly, c'mon, lets be real. Lets take the pink goggles off for a second: Try and imagine being this guy's ⬆️ employee at the height of his prime and just the absolutely debauched and downright freaky stuff you'd witness while working for him in the 80's.

It's the type of thing that puts Succession to shame, I feel.

Because, I do envision him coaxing people through the ringer of fire for his own sick pleasure, elaborately hazing them and having them take near goddamn ritualized amount of tests to progress anywhere in the hierarchy he's created; envision being a Dynatox employee, for example? A young Intern or someone wanting a promotion? Someone wanting to get ahead in Terry Silver's world? Nothing's for free, right? So, what would you be willing to do to get ahead under him? Don't even necessarily think it's about sex for Terry, but rather, more so about power. Ways he can perversely abuse it without consequences. Perhaps that ambitious secretary gets to stand behind his work desk for hours with their stack of papers because he's ordered them to, acting out the role of an elaborate human...shelf. Maybe if the fancy strikes him, he orders them to do it on one leg to fuel his own sadism and make it more difficult for them. Shift positions and hold up his ashtray for him as he dabs the residue of his cigar into it. Maybe get under his work table so he can place his feet over their back while they're on the floor, on all fours, and conduct a meeting, nobody even suspecting what's going on beneath the desk and even if they do, can you really confront the CEO of a conglomerate? Terry Silver, of all people? He might do it shamelessly in open view of everyone, acting entirely unfettered, nonchalant and all smiles, penalizing someone who's failed him and the strict NDA's all his workers sign render their lips sealed in sight of such measures. He can be an immensely kind boss after all. Truly. He rewards good effort by the tenfolds and punishes failure unscrupulously without you initially even knowing you're punished; he could be all kindness even as he puts you through the worst trauma of your life. Shocking what people are willing to overlook if you bribe and buy their silence with enough money and Terry would've loved testing and pushing that boundary each and every time.

Yeah, someone failed to dispose of a toxic waste delivery in Thailand.

Got to pay the ultimate price of being Mr. Silver's footstool for a month.

For all he's concerned, they got off lucky.

Imagine if they were a Whistleblower. You dread to think what happens to those.

Does he just have them dangled above a vat of toxic acid like he's a supervillain?

Does he maniacally cackle while he has his henchpeople do it?

What about the parties he attends and organizes? Company events? There's a naked woman (or a naked man) in front of Terry Silver's exclusive table in the VIP lodge and he's dining off of her and talking business with Firm Directors, Big Wigs and Fat Cats like it's no big deal, being as cool as a spritzer and you're not certain if this is a prelude to Caligula's orgy island on Capri you've just wondered into working for him and having earned your place here or any actual black tie all-personnel and special guests gathering, a stern faced Intern still standing behind Terry perfectly still and you could be left in equal measure confused if they're just that dedicated and professional and strictly no nonsense even at a party or if they too have been punished to act out the role of a disciplined human ornament in public while Mr. Silver gorges on the import Sushi plucked off of a pair of nipples and talking sums and numbers with great gusto. It's barely just 11 PM. You almost dread to think what'll take place after midnight, as you overhear Mr. Silver jokingly say something in the vein of 'If you want it that badly, what are you willing to do for it?' to a fellow Company Chairman from Japan as the honorable guest of the hour and it has you shivering in your skin because you'd just rather not know. You're not supposed to know, even though rumors fly and they come in any shade and variety of insanity right before disappearing as if though no gossip never existed and until all the remains is Terry Silver's squeaky clean image, leaving you wondering what working for him in his own private accommodations might be as a member of personal staff, up in that big mansion in LA, if working out at HQ is this unhinged. Your devotion is meant to be absolute and your silence total. After all, it is finely specified in your work contract; breaking any of Mr. Silver's requirements will result in the assurance you'll never get serious employment anywhere ever again; his reach goes shockingly far.

And all because you might've peeped about something off you saw or heard.

Who would believe you anyway, though? When Mr. Silver is all charm?

Only just the most loveable, entrepreneurial guy out there.

But, how deep does the rabbit hole really go?

When we put all of this into perspective, it is easy to understand just why Season 4 Terry Silver was so keen on wildly alerting and rehabilitating his image for a short blip. With the amount of skeletons this dude undoubtedly had in his closet, it is no wonder.

[lucius-morningstar]

Fizz x Ozzie Next Gen

Yep, thanks to you people. I am not pointing fingers but you know who you are. But yea, I figured why not since I did it for Millie x Moxxie, Stolas and Blitz and even Loona. Why not Fizz and Asmodeus. So I couldn't decide what to do. Male or Female and like always when I'm given an ultimatum to myself. I go with my favorite trope. Twins, cause it's fun and it gives me more to work with. So everyone, say hello to the children of Fizz and Asmodeus. Pandora & Erasmus.

Yup, I had the amazing artist MarbleDragonet design these cuties and had them both based more off Ozzie for two reasons. Mostly due to the fact I love Ozzie's designs and the magical components are mostly from Oz's side so I figure have them like the most like him while throwing in Imp like traits such as horns and tails. Of course a few issues happened in their creation with them both having different colored horns and in Erasmus's case two imp like tails. Now let me give you their personality. Pandora takes kind of a mix bag, she's a charming flirt who knows what she wants and goes for it. Of course her endearing endeavors don't always go her way but she takes it with a grain of salt and always comes back for more. Behind this charming facade however is one who is insecure of her own abilities and magic but tells herself if the audience believes her illusions who is she to deny her fans of their truths. Maybe she puts herself through the emotional ringer but she's fine, after all she's the daughter of lust. What else is she good for She can handle anything that comes her way. Next we have Erasmus. He's a timid boy who feels like he's living in his fathers shadow. He wants to be as bold and charming as his family before him but often falls short and makes a fool of himself. While he plays to the laughs like any clown would, it doesn't entirely mean he enjoys it but hey if it puts a smile on their faces then he has to be doing something right... Right? Yes they're both emotional messes who feel like they have a lot to live up too when they really don't.

[melk917]

So, just random question. In the Full Ratchet universe does Rafael realize he’s in love with his s/o slowly or is there a specific moment that you have in mind?

Ohhhh. Good question. So, it sort of creeps up on him.

At first they both are telling themselves that it's just sex. Really, really good sex. But there's conversation and shared interests and etc....

At first, they're meeting for drinks and going home together from like, August - December-ish. And then she starts to realize she has feelings and avoids asking.

They leave the DA's office holiday party together (I have the notes for this story, but who knows if I'll ever actually write it at this point).

She gets drunk on Christmas and calls him, waking him up on his solo trip to Gstaad. She had meant to just leave a message but his ringer was on, and he proactively sort of makes New Years plans with her.

In January, there is this moment: Her POV, Rafa's. He also takes her out dancing around that time.

So.... he's probably got a pretty good idea that he's falling for her by late Dec/early Jan, but he doesn't want to dig too deep into that. He doesn't think he has time or space for that sort of thing in his life. But he also can't cut it off.

And then a few weeks laterish... maybe a month or so, they were on a date and got back to his place, getting hot and heavy on the couch, when he gets called in for an interrogation. And he starts to get ...anxious? That this is the beginning of the end because she’s clearly annoyed and disappointed that he’s leaving. She texts a few times, trying to see if he has an idea of when he’ll be finished but he misses them all since he’s in the interrogation. He expects her to head back to her place since he doesn’t know when he’ll get back, but instead when he gets home she’s asleep in his bed and just happy he’s back. He doesn’t say anything about his anxiety at this point, but is still worried that she’ll get tired of him (but also he doesn’t like that he’s concerned?).

This is another one I have some notes for, but don't know if I'll write. Some dialogue below:

“You’re still here.” “Mmm, I figured you’d have to come home eventually. Seemed like a good way to get to still spend some time with you” “You’re not wrong”

“You’re wearing my shirt” “I don’t have any pajamas here, and it’s cold. Come on, I’ll give it back if you get in bed and keep me warm instead”

She rolled over into him, tucking her face in his neck and breathing deep...and breathed deep again. “Mmm you realize you smell like pussy, right?” He choked, “excuse me?” She burst out laughing, “oh my god, when you ran your hand through your hair... you hadn’t washed your hands and then ran it through your hair...” “oh god, do you think anyone noticed?” “well, i for one hope that no one else was this close to you during the interrogation”

Haha, that's a bit of a ramble, but I hope it put some more color around it! I love answering these sorts of questions, haha. Otherwise it all just lives in my head (or my google docs).