#This show was so incredible and there was so much love put into it

[sunshinemakesmesleepy]

I’m not the same person I was four years ago. Not even by a long shot. The jump from 17 to 21 was huge. Not even from a stand point of life experience or emotional intelligence, but before I got to college, i was always on guard. I never felt safe, and I never really was safe. I was sick and I was paranoid, I was easily started and angry and emotional but also incredibly repressed. I was a shell of who I was and yet some how that shell managed to craft meaningful and life saving friendships and connections that got me out of the death trap of a house I grew up in, and out of the clutches of two incredibly toxic and flawed parents who maybe once wanted the best for me, but quickly realized that they weren’t willing to put in the effort to help me achieve that. And so up until I escaped, I wasn’t me. I was whoever I needed to be to survive. I look back at pictures and old journals and even art, and I don’t recognize myself. I see glimpses but it’s all incredibly ingenuine. And yet people learned to love that version of me, outside of my house hold, and so in a way that version became real, to an extent. But it wasn’t vulnerable. Even if it was honest at times. It was shallow and impenetrable and ever changing. It wasn’t me. It was a tool I used to keep me, the real me, safe. And I learned to live like that. To even enjoy it in the moments that could be afforded

After my brief stint in college, after dropping out and cutting my remaining bio parent off, after leaving and starting over and rebuilding myself from scratch, I look like an evolution of a version of my younger self I had to leave behind in the name or survival. I show my new friends and my new community pictures of how I was back then, as a teenager, at 17, and they don’t recognize me. They’re horrified. They say I look sick and sad and miserable. They can’t find the light in my eyes. They ask why my smile never shows my teeth. I say I was never happy enough to get there genuinely. And I never got the hang of trying to fake it. I tell stories of who I was and what I did and they furrow their brows because it goes against everything they see in me now. The bright smiles, the flash of teeth, the bleach blonde hair, thick and curly round my head like a halo. They look at my heat straightened dark hair, carelessly cut into a blunt bob, patchy on the sides from a once unknown disease, and frown. I ask if they think they could have loved me back then, and they say of course. But I was easier to love in some ways, as a soft spoken terrified teenager, uncomplicated and unexceptional. Now I am a full person, with complexity and insight, and so it feels like if they could love me like this, as flawed and honest, of course they could love the palatable simple quiet version of me that once was.

But to walk back into the embrace of people who’ve only loved you as you stand behind a mask. Who say through the cracks of your armor much less than what you they thought. Who don’t know the depth of your genuine happiness and joy, your real smile, the way you talk for hours without fear. To do that feels more so like the potential for rejection, that the preference of a fake mask versus the real thing, might just be the thing that destroys you. And when you’ve walked the line of life an death too many times to count, that’s saying a lot.

But then my sister, seeing me in person for the first time in years tells me that I look healthy. Radiant. Like the sun. My brother too. My old friends, mothers and fathers who took me in as their own. Over and over again, they say: you look bright you seem happy I am so glad you are not suffering as you once were let me get to know you now; and while I am afraid of their rejection, their distaste in my future honesty, I am even more so enamored with their compassion and their kindness and desire to get to know me now as I am.

I came back different, but I didn’t come back wrong. I am not who I once was but that is okay. My soul at its core has not changed and those who know that hold me close and tell me they love me as I am, no matter what version no matter what time, no matter who I will be or who I have been, they will still love me because I am still myself. Even if I am different, even if part of it is nothing more than a lie, that lie is still a part of me and so it still means something. Even if it’s false. Fabricated. A means to an end. Protection from outside forces.

Let me get to know you now. I promise I will love you despite anything.

And against my better judgement I agree. And I never regret it

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

[creatingblackcharacters]

Miles Morales from Spiderverse

Ooh being selfish, I wanna talk about this one. I assume you're asking about ATSV Miles Morales, based off the pictures. Which is fine, ITSV was peak. 10/10 no questions, Miles was amazing. Loved it.

For ATSV, I call Miles "Peak with critique" as one of my moots puts it. Miles' writing in ATSV is perfect. Like, he's wonderful, his narrative is wonderful, it became incredibly clear who the message was for, because those who didn't know showed it in their responses to the movie.

And that's where my critique comes in. It's not about Miles' writing itself, as it is I wish that ATSV had centered itself on Miles. That's where I feel like they let him down a little. This Afro-Boricuan boy who resembles and represents the Black and Brown kids who need to hear that while every room won't welcome them, that no matter how good they are and how much they have to offer this world will not value you, but that should not stop you from knowing your own value. That there WILL be people in the room who will get it and help you. That was so important.

And it centered half the movie on Gwen.

I know what people are gonna say. "It was such important trans rep! Movies can have multiple messages!" You're right! But I think the issue is that, they had to have known that the moment they did that, that white viewers- cis, trans, straight, queer, and everyone in between- was gonna take that opportunity to completely decenter and ignore the Black kid from his own story. They were going to do that, except for conveniently not the part about how every Black and Brown person, at least once in their life, is gonna have a white peer that they loved and trusted that is gonna let them the fuck down, either for their own benefit or for safety within the status quo. Because that was a message of intersection within Gwen's story that I rarely saw elaborated on within celebration of her transness.

I'm interested in seeing how the next movie handles this situation. Because in movie, it all made sense! And I hate the idea that it should have to spoon-feed that narrative to white viewers (and I've seen spoonfed racist narratives still not work on viewers, hi IWTV). So... We gone see.

[izzih22]

Can u do one where Paige wins the WNBA finals and runs to hug Azzi after the game

For Everything We Dreamed

Note: sorry it took so long for me to put it out

The confetti hadn’t even fully touched the floor when Paige dropped the ball and took off in a dead sprint.

She didn’t hear the crowd’s roar, didn’t see the swarm of teammates chasing her for a tackle-hug, didn’t even register the Finals MVP trophy someone tried to hand her mid-stride. Her chest was burning, not from the game, but from something deeper—years of sacrifice, months of pain, dreams built in whispers and quiet hotel rooms, in late-night phone calls and crumpled jerseys clutched after a loss.

All she could see was Azzi.

Standing courtside in a neutral jacket—nothing branded, nothing blue or green—just her. Arms crossed, eyes already glassy, biting her lip like she wasn’t about to cry in front of thirty thousand people and a national broadcast.

Paige reached her in seconds. She didn’t stop. She barreled into her—arms wrapping tight around her waist, lifting her clear off the ground, burying her face into the crook of her neck like no one else in the world mattered.

Azzi laughed. Or sobbed. It was hard to tell.

“Jesus, Paige—”

“We did it,” Paige choked, voice raw, shaking, heart slamming against her ribcage. “I did it. We did it.”

Azzi’s arms came around her neck, tight and trembling. “You did it, baby.”

“No.” Paige pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. “This—this is everything we dreamed about. Remember? Sophomore year? Sitting in your room with that busted mini hoop and talking about the WNBA? Playing against each other? Finals? All of it?”

Azzi nodded, tears now streaking her cheeks, unbothered by the cameras trained on them.

“God,” Paige exhaled, forehead leaning against hers. “I saw you as soon as the buzzer sounded. I didn’t even think. I just—had to get to you.”

“You didn’t even let your team celebrate,” Azzi said softly, hands still curled around the back of Paige’s neck. “You just ran straight to me.”

“You’re my team.” Paige’s voice cracked. “You’ve always been.”

Azzi made the softest noise—almost like a laugh but more like a sob—and Paige kissed her.

Right there. In the middle of the chaos, under the falling confetti and the flashing cameras and a crowd going absolutely insane. She kissed her like they had nothing left to prove. Like the years of hiding and deflecting and dancing around questions were over. Like they were just two girls who loved each other—who had loved each other through everything.

Azzi pulled away first, her hand cradling Paige’s jaw. “I’m so proud of you.”

Paige shook her head, blinking fast. “I’m proud of us. You’ve been here the whole time, Az. All those games, all those breakdowns—you carried me through so much. Even on different teams, you still showed up.”

Azzi smiled, and Paige thought she might fall apart all over again.

“I was never not gonna be here,” Azzi said simply. “This moment? It’s yours. But it’s also ours.”

Behind them, the team was finally catching up—players calling for Paige, reporters shouting her name, camera crews jostling to get the perfect shot. But none of it pierced the bubble they’d built in each other’s arms.

Paige glanced toward the chaos and then back to Azzi, who was already smoothing her thumb over her cheek like she knew exactly what she needed.

“Come out there with me,” Paige said suddenly. “Come celebrate with me.”

Azzi’s eyes widened. “Paige, I’m not even—”

“I don’t care.” Her grip tightened around Azzi’s hand. “I want you next to me.”

There was a pause—like Azzi was weighing all the reasons she shouldn’t—and then she gave the smallest nod. “Okay. Yeah. Okay.”

Paige laced their fingers together and led her back toward the court, toward the confetti-strewn chaos of the celebration.

And when the cameras turned their way again, Paige didn’t flinch. She pulled Azzi into her side, eyes glowing, smile soft.

Because the trophy was incredible. The win meant everything.

But Azzi—Azzi was the reason for everything.

[whatifitis]

♡ for the better - OP 81 ♡

Summary: for the first time in your life, you were happy. you were loved. and now the person who loves you, may grow to resent you.

WC: 3318

CW: fluff, angst, spiraling a bit, not proofread

It started off as just being friends. A group of you were brought together by an interest you all had in common. But you two had managed to grow a special connection over the course of a month. It started as just a silent adventure between the two of you. Taking a walk together in the park, not talking, just enjoying the comfortable silence. Each walk in the park, he began to grow more comfortable and confident around you. He started picking flowers each walk, to tuck into your hair. He started to ask you more questions, to get to know you. 

One day, he stopped to look at you and said “Do you wanna go out?” with a shy smile.

You smiled brightly at him “Yeah, I'd love to.”

Your first date was something you’d never experienced. No one had ever put so much effort into you. He had set up a little picnic at the park you two frequented. There was a light green (your favorite color), checkered blanket on the ground. A top the blanket sat a picnic basket, packed with your favorite snacks, 2 painting canvases, paint brushes and some paints. To say you were overwhelmed would be an understatement. His simple actions meant so much to you. You never thought someone would be able to care for you as he did. 

He knelt down onto the blanket and reached out a hand, inviting you to sit by him. You took his hand and sat across from him. 

“This is so incredibly sweet. You didn’t have to go all out, I mean, it’s just me. It’s not like the Queen is coming… right?” you’d asked with a giggle.

He gave you a toothy grin and said “No, no, the Queen isn't coming. This is all for you. I tried to think of the best thing to do for a first date with you. You’re so amazing, I didn’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.” 

With that, you two began to eat the contents of the picnic basket. Both of you laughed and smiled, talking about the craziest things. One question that got you two riled up a bit was whether sprinkles were a seasoning. Who would’ve thought two people could debate for so long on the subject. But you had fun. 

Once the two of you had finished eating, you and Oscar began to paint each other. As you guys painted, loving glances were exchanged between you two. 

When you two had both finished painting, you took turns showing each other your works. 

“Alright,” Oscar started “Countdown from 3 and I’ll show you the masterpiece that I’ve just created, alright?”

“Alright, ready? 3, 2, ,1….” 

You burst out laughing at the sight of what you’ve been shown.

Oscar furrows his brows but can’t hide his smile “What? What’s so funny? It’s good!” he insists.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” you try to say through your laughing fit “but that’s so bad. I mean, what happened to my eyes? They look wonky, they’re 2 completely different sizes.”

“Well excuse me, Misses I have an art degree so I can tell people their blood, sweat and tears result in absolute shit.” he laughs with you.

“Come on, let’s see your supposed “masterpiece” now.” Oscar said.

You turn your canvas around and smile brightly at him. 

He’s stunned. He’s speechless. He’s ashamed of his painting of you. 

“Love, I- HOLY SHIT! This is amazing, baby! Oh my god we have to hang it up somewhere. My house, your house, a museum, the Met, THE LOUVRE.”

You’re laughing again, wiping the tears from your face. 

“It’s just a painting Oscar, it’s alright, no need to hang it anywhere. Especially not a museum darling.”

“Wrong. I’m keeping this and hanging it up at home.”

“Whatever you want, my love” you said, smiling fondly at him.

-=+=- 

One day, you and Oscar are chilling in the park. Oscar laying back on his arms while you lay your head across his stomach. The two of you sit, making idle conversation with each other for a few hours. 

“Y/n?” Oscar says, looking down at you. 

“Oscar?”

“I don’t want to lose you. I hope this never ends. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

You sit up to look him in the eyes properly.

“What’s going on? Why are you saying this?”

“I’m just in my feelings. But I’m serious, I love you Y/n. I love this feeling I get when I’m with you. I don’t know the word for it, or if there even is a word for it. But I know I always want to feel this way. You mean more to me than life, darling.” 

Your nose feels fuzzy, tears are forming in your eyes. You grab his hand and squeeze it three times. 

You give him a smile, “I love you, Oscar. You don’t know what you mean to me. Everything you’ve done for me, it means so fucking much. If I ever lose you, I don’t think I’d be able to live. Thank you, my love.” 

You two share a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, but at the same time, it feels urgent. You feel like you can’t stop, like you can’t let go, cause if you do, it’ll slip away. But you don’t, and you won’t. You’ll hold onto each other until your last dying breaths. Possibly even past death, you’ll have each other. 

-=+=-

“Has anyone seen Oscar?” You ask for what feels like the millionth time. 

Oscar has been missing for half an hour and no one can find him. He’s meant to be on the track in 15 minutes but he’s not answering his phone. 

You’ve been running around the paddock like a maniac, calling out his name. You don't have long til all the drivers are meant to be out on the paddock for the national anthem. 

You’re sprinting down the halls when something catches her eye. You stop and look to see a figure pacing back and forth in a dark corner. You know exactly who it is. 

You begin walking towards Oscar and stop 4 feet away from him. He’s too in his head to notice anyone is near him, so he keeps pacing with his head down. You walk to him, and grab both his hands in yours. You press your intertwined hands into his chest to try and ground him. 

Oscar is startled at first but once he sees it’s you, his face falls and he lets go of the tears he’s been holding. 

You immediately pull him into your arms, wrapping them around his neck and scratching the back of his neck softly. His arms wrap around your face and he nuzzles his face into your neck. You let him cry it out for a minute before speaking.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

He sniffles as he says “Panic attack I think.”

“Do you know what brought this on?”

“I think I’m just tired. We’ve been working for so long, going from place to place every week. I just don’t think I’m performing as well as I should be. I’m not as put together and the fans have noticed. I hate letting them down and I just don’t know how to fix everything.”

“Baby,” you say as you grab the side of his face gently, wiping away some of his tears “The fans understand. You said it yourself, you guys have been put through the ringer as of late, especially with all the crazy regulations the FIA created. They know this and understand if you’re not as aggressive and calm as usual. You need to stop putting yourself down like this, love. Things happen, so we just have to manage.” 

“I know, but it’s hard. A lot of them travel from so far away just to see these races. They’re buying tickets, booking hotels and flights, just to watch us be the best. All for me to go up there and be a disappointment.”

“Hey, no. You’re not a disappointment, Oscar. You’re anything but that. You’re stubborn, stupid at times, and mental. But you’re not a disappointment. And I love you because of all that, okay?”

“Okay” he says, giving you a shy smile. 

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and on the track for everyone to see your talents.” 

“Thank you, baby, for everything. I don’t deserve you.” 

“No need to thank me baby. If anyone is undeserving of the other, it’s me. I don’t know what I did to be able to have you in my life.”

With a quick kiss, you two set off to the Mclaren garage to help Oscar freshen up for the race. 

-=+=-

“Darling I told you, I can’t go. I’ve gotta meet Mark and some other guys. We have so much to do before we even think about renewing the contract. I don’t have time for this.” Oscar said whilst putting his shoes on.

“I asked you weeks ago if you could come. And you’d said yes. We’ve had this planned for ages. You can’t just dump our plans.”

“I can if it’s for work. This is something that I can’t ignore. This is my job. The thing I’ve been working towards my whole life. I have to get this stuff done.”

“You’ve been away from home every night for the past month. And you’re telling me you can’t just take one night off? Is that much more important than one night with your girlfriend?”

At this, Oscar stops and his face drops. He didn’t realize how you might have felt, that you’d felt like you came second. He realizes his neglect towards you and your feelings. He walks to you and holds your hands in his. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve been treating you like shit, not taking into account how you feel. I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll call Mark and cancel.” 

“No, Oscar. It’s okay. Go to the meeting.” you say softly. 

“No, no. we’re gonna do what we planned.” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket while simultaneously taking his shoes off. 

“Baby, you don’t have to. I was just a little upset. I’m okay now, you can go.”

“No, go get ready. I’ll call Mark, then we can go out like we planned.” he smiles at you, trying to make you feel better. 

“Are you sure? I’m fine with postponing. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal, you were hurt. We’re going, end of discussion.” he said as he kissed your head. 

That night, the two of you went out as you’d planned. You went and had lunch at a new restaurant you had been raving about to Oscar. He was happy to take you and was pleasantly surprised when the food turned out to be the best he’s ever had (of course not as good as your cooking). 

After lunch, the two of you took a walk in the park. You and Oscar walked hand in hand for ages. Enjoying the quiet breeze and the warming sun. During your walk, you two had discussed the origin of the argument that took place earlier and worked your way through it. With some compromising, you two felt better about the result of said argument. 

After your afternoon walk, you and Oscar headed home where he showed you exactly how sorry he was. And he didn’t use just his words. 

-=+=-

He’d been planning this for ages. Tonight was the night he’d ask to be yours forever. He’s been in love with you for ages. He can’t think of a better time to do this. 

“Baby? You ready to go?” Oscar asked you from the front door. 

“One second darling. I can’t get this shoe on.” 

“Do you need help?”

“No baby, I got it.” you said as you walked up to him. He’s never seen something so beautiful. You’re standing there in your favorite dress, some pieces of jewelry and a simple pair of heels. 

Oscar holds his hand out to you, and you immediately grab it, kissing him before walking out the door with him right behind you. 

-=+=- 

The two of you enjoy a nice dinner at a restaurant you and Oscar frequented. It was so nice to get out of the house and spend some time with Oscar. You’ve missed him a lot since he’s been away for work, but it’s what he loves to do. And you love seeing him happy. 

After dinner, the two of you take a walk in your favorite park. Walking, hand in hand, you ask Oscar “What do you think the meaning of life is?”

“42” he says laughing to himself.

“I’m being serious,” you laugh with him “what do you think it is?”

“I think it’s whatever you want it to be. It can be to find the end of space. It can be to find out where the megalodon went. It can be about finding the love of your life, your soulmate…. speaking of which.”

He stops where he is, moving to stand face to face with you and grabbing both your hands in his. 

oh shit

“Y/n, I have loved you for a long, long time. I’m not gonna lie and say it was love at first sight cause, ya know, that’s kind of crazy. But I will tell you that the second I laid my eyes on you, I was enchanted by you. And I was really hoping you weren’t in love with someone else, hoping you didn’t have someone waiting on you. Since the day we met, there was never a day where I didn’t think about you. I love you Y/n, so fucking much.”

He gets down on one knee while pulling a box from his pants pocket. He holds the box in both hands, presenting it to you and opening it. Inside was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He knew you weren’t a fan of traditional engagement rings that had a huge stone on the top. He knew you loved the rings that looked as if they were created in a magical land, far far away, crafted by the most powerful jewelers of the land. 

“Y/n L/n, will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your husband?”

You stood there motionless with your hands covering your mouth that had been hanging open since he began his speech. Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t believe it. He actually want to marry you? He loves you that much? How did you get so lucky to find your person?

“Are you sure? Like really sure?” you’d said.

“Yes I’m really sure darling. You are the love of my life. I want to spend forever with you.” 

Tears are streaming down his face too. The anticipation is killing him. 

“Yes. Yes, I want to marry you too.” you finally say.

“Oh my god! I love you so much darling, thank you so much.” he said as he began to stand up. 

Once he was standing straight up, he pulled the ring out of the box and put it in your ring finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you impossibly closer. Neither of you stopped or let go for ages. You guys were it for each other. There would never be anyone else. 

-=+=-

it’s for the better 

i know it’s for the better

it’s for the better

You were pacing the living room that you shared with Oscar. Your bags were already packed and in the car. 

You couldn’t let Oscar go through with this. You couldn’t let him do this to himself. He deserves to marry someone better. Better than you. You love him so much, but you weren’t enough for him. You didn’t want to bring Oscar down with you.

You continued pacing the living room, waiting for him to come back home. You feel so sick like you could throw up. Your heart is racing and your hands are shaking. You didn’t want to let him go, but it would be selfish to hold onto him, when he could do a lot better than you. 

The sound of the front door caught your attention. Oscar was home. You stood there in the middle of the living room, fighting your hands.

“Darling, I’m home.” he’d called out from the front entrance.

He walked into the living room to see you standing there, pain and sadness written all over your face. 

“Hey darling, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” he said as he walked to you. 

“We need to talk.”

“Alright, what’s going on?”

You took a moment, trying to find the strength to say it. 

“We- need to break up.”

“What? Why? Did something happen?”

“No, I just think it will be best for the both of us.” 

“You’re confusing me darling, what do you mean “better for the both of us?”’

“I mean, you deserve something better. Someone better. I can’t be that for you. I can’t give you everything you deserve. I love you too much to hold you back. So I’m letting you go. I’ve already got everything packed, I’ll be going.”

“What? No. No, we’re not breaking up. Y/n, I love you. I don’t want to lose you. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. You’re what’s best for me. You’re what I want. You give me everything I could ever need or want. There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

A tear slips loose and runs down your cheek. 

“I’m sorry, Oscar. But I have to let you go. You’ll be miserable if you stay with me. I need you to be happy, even if it’s without me. I’ll always be there to support you for everything. I just can’t be the one right next to you, with you. I won’t let you do this to yourself. Goodbye, Oscar.”

You begin to walk out the door as Oscar starts to plead, asking you to stay. 

“Y/n, please don’t go. If you need some space and time to think then I’ll give that to you. You can stay here and I’ll stay with Lando or something. We can get through this, darling.”

You kept walking out the door, towards your car. Oscar was running after you. As you began to get into the car, Oscar ran up to the window to try and convince you to stop.

“Baby, please talk to me.”

He’s crying now. Tears upon tears were streaming down his face. He was begging you.

“Baby, please. If it was something that I said or did then I’ll fix it. I promise, I’ll fix everything. Just please don’t go. I need you.”

“Oscar, please let go.” you say weakly. “You have to let me go.”

“No. I won’t. I don’t want to live without you. I can’t live without you. Please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry”

And with that, you put the car in drive and made your way out of the driveway of your once shared home. You didn’t have the strength to look in the rear view mirror. You didn’t have the strength to see him. 

-=+=-

Once you got to the hotel room you had booked for the week, you dropped your bags and just started sobbing. You can’t believe you let him go. You already regret it but he does deserve better. So much better than you. He’ll find someone. You know it. 

You can wish all you want, but it won’t bring you two together. 

All you can do is repeat the same things over and over, trying to convince yourself that…

it’s for the better

it’s for the better

it’s for the

for the better

i know it’s for the better

know for it’s the better

for the better

the better.

[xianjaneway]

I just wanted to write out my comfort fics, & tag the creators if I can.

Why?

Because if this is someone's dream, I can help that dream come true for some people.

See, I work at home, sometimes as a mom, sometimes as an eBay seller, & sometimes creating beautiful, functional things in my woodshop.

ALL of these jobs require boring, repetitive, processes, that involve long hours spent alone. Sometimes, I have moments when I fucking hate any of it.

You know what gets me through those boring, lonely, repetitive parts of life? What has already propelled me through the last 5 years of chronic illness, recovery, & building a new life?

Listening to fanfic read aloud to me in the Evie app.

I LOVE my comfort fics.

Let's go by fandom, bc while Marvel is my most recent one, the Good Omens, OFMD, Sherlock, Star Trek, & James Bond/00Q fandoms have all functioned as my literary grow-light in dark times.

I'll just start with Marvel today. Hopefully, I'll update each fandom (especially the crossovers, because THOSE are my favorite, when done well.)

However, today, I need my comfort fics, because while I've been making plans, getting passports, etc., I genuinely think it's time to get my queer family out of the US.

It's not getting any better. 💔 I have no reason to think it will. If the US citizens didn't stand up during COVID, to keep marginalized people safe, why would they do it now? 💔

Marvel:

-Into That Good Night, by Nonymous @naomisalman

I never could watch Interstellar. I'm sure it's an incredible movie in its own right, but I just couldn't wait through Christopher Nolan putting another wife or child through hell, while a flawed cis/het/white man went off to save the world.

This story not only made Interstellar accessible to me, it showed real recovery from hopelessness, real healing, and the utter pain & joy of perseverance through impossible odds.

-War, Children, by Nonymous

I'm married to a recovering hoarder, lol. He's amazing. The characterization of both PTSD & poverty here is spot-on. I love how these two healing characters give each other hope & strength to face another overwhelming day.

-Heliotrope, by Nasri

Dear God, I couldn't love this story more. My late grandmother-in-law actually survived the Dust Bowl, & nearly starved to death. She was the gentlest, quietest, sweetest woman I've ever met. This fic accurately described not only the hell of living through this disaster, but showed how *little* it takes to make hope light up your eyes again. Peaches haven't tasted the same since.

It also showed the sustaining power of love, in the midst of sacrifice. Every single character in this story is willing to give up *everything* for the people they love, & it's a fascinating process to watch unfold.

I have an idea for a sequel that I've written the bare bones for, but haven't finished. That's the first fiction I've written in 8 years. THAT is how much this story meant to me.

-Road to Giverny in Winter, by Nasri

Dear God, I needed this. Station Eleven was a masterpiece, yes, but this story distilled & concentrated it until the flavor burst on my tongue. The aftertaste still lingers, a year later.

I fucking hate the stereotype of, "strong men who never feel their feelings." "Giverny" gives Steve Rogers a whack with a scalpel & a sledgehammer, & makes him actually feel AND heal. I wish the MCU had done the same!

-The "All The Time In The World" series, by NotEvenCloseToStraight

I tagged this in my bookmarks with, "Dear God, this is better than the movies." And I truly think it is, because it gave as MUCH priority to the relationships as it did to the action. I hate it when movies make relationships (and therefore, women) a distraction from the mission objective, & therefore an emotional whiplash for both the characters & the audience:

"OH, the lead character is in love with her, but she's keeping him from RESCUING CHILDREN from a flaming building, so I kinda hate her right now."

This series makes the incredible, deep, heartfelt relationships JUST as much of a mission as, "Saving the World," & it's so rare to see that done well. (It's an unusual Stuckony endgame in the 3rd fic, that you really have to read to believe it would work. It absolutely works.)

I also think it gave much more honor & depth to Peggy Carter's character, & her love story with both Steve & her eventual husband, than the MCU ever did. NECTS uses the, "Elderly Person Gives A Dose Of Wisdom" trope quite lovingly here, & I enjoyed every minute of it.

-Ticking Down, by hulucthulhu

I had only seen clips of the movie, "Timers" on YouTube shorts, & thought it was hokey as hell.

Turns out? The same woman that wrote "Wandavision" ALSO wrote Timers. This Timers/MCU crossover (w/ a bit of Soulmate trope sprinkled on top) is yet another story about the hard work of overcoming our worst anxieties, and of healing from grief, trauma, & pain. From Tony learning to swim again after Afghanistan, to Bucky learning to care for a kitten, & do aerial yoga, every beat of this story is about taking the next step towards healing.

The ending/epilogue is also very satisfying.

-All The Angels and The Saints, by Speranza

I've written before about my journey from fundamentalism & Evangelical Christianity.

So, seeing Steve Rogers take a journey from childhood faith, to youthful atheism, to foxhole believer, to disillusioned lover, is fucking incredible. I felt EVERY beat of his faith, loss, hope, & awakening.

One thing I haven't seen much of, but Speranza just NAILED here, is how journey like Steve's affects the people he loves most.

I was enraptured w/ Bucky's journey in response to Steve's struggles. From his annoyed introduction of Steve to a potential employer as, "He's meticulous. He cares about things no sane person would care about," all the way to, [paraphrase] "How DARE you think God would make all this [gestures at the war, at his own scars] happen to teach you a fucking lesson??" Bucky reflects the tragedy of the evangelist: we spend all our time trying to convince other people how to live, while ignoring our own life.

Steve was so deep into his ideology, that Bucky's moment of, "You never think about me," is a moment that shakes him right out of abstraction & into his physical reality. And the whole fic is full of moments like that, whipping Steve's heart & mind into a frenzy, until he learns who the REAL "good guys" are.

I'm kind've obsessed w/ ALL of Speranza 's works right now. They, along w/ ItsallAvengers, are my current, "I must read everything they wrote in my fandoms" hyperfixation."

So, that's all I have time for today. I think I've stopped crying, & can start taking the next steps to get us out of here. 🖖

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[yourfavasamilkshake]

Hiya Papa! May I get one "In Stars And Time" Siffrin milkshake please?

He's the sillyjokepuns person and Rogue/trap master of his five person party/friends/family, and is currently stuck in a timeloop! They're doing Great! (no they are not get them therapy please-)

Entire game is black and white (red shows up a little if something is "breaking"), Sif has incredible self-esteem issues that I'm not entirely sure you can show through a milkshake, and he is allergic to pineapple! Like, seriously allergic. Tastes spicy, then gone.

Good luck Papa!

Siffrin from In Stars And Time has been SHAKED!

Papa made two shakes today; a fully monochrome one (excepting red) adhering to the ISAT worldbuilding, and one with other colours for fun.

Base is bonfire toffee mixable and vanilla syrup on a low-blend. What can I say, bonfire topping continues to be the most emo ingredient possible. The jagged fragments of the bonfire toffee represent Siffrin's fractured, damaged memories, the brokenness and incompleteness inside of him that he could not reconcile. The pieces also represent the trauma that his amnesia has caused him. Since the milkshake was on a low blend, the bonfire toffee pieces are mostly intact, and are pretty sharp and jagged. You'd probably have an unpleasant time consuming this milkshake but Siffrin would eat the sharp ass pieces of cookie indifferently because he needs therapy!!!!!

In keeping with the monochromatic colour scheme, we went for basic whipped cream. I used the Creameo topping for the drizzle, which as you can see, is unique because it is the only two-toned drizzle topping in the game! I was so happy to have a chance to use it today. Continuing with the black-and-white colour scheme, the drizzle also mimics Siffrin's hair. I also wanted to space the lines of the drizzle apart so as to look like jail bars, representing Siffrin's imprisonment in the time loop.

In the first shake, I used the pomegranate shaker topping, an oreo, and a cherry. The oreo represents their lost eye. I wanted to bring in some red elements in accordance with ISAT'S lore. In the second shake, I put some bananas in reference to the whole Siffrin dying via banana peel shenanigans, and some salt water taffy. I liked the hit of red in the taffy, and the spiraling shape of the taffy evokes cycles, repetition, and looping. I also wanted to include the taffy because it's playful and cute. Siffrin is a deeply tragic character in many ways, but they also have the capacity for so much love, levity, humor, joy and bravery. They deserve Sweet Treats and Candy...

Papa has not played ISAT but he did read the wiki and watch a let's play to make this shake. I want to play it for myself now! Thank you for introducing me to this cool game!

Love,

~Papa

[pocketshipping]

I think that both scar and mumbo asked both at the same time if they wanna get married and the other hermits are like eating popcorn or doing photos, trying all to hide in a bush :3

And yes, both mumbo and scar deserve to wear the dress. Because fuck gender roles

:D

You, my friend have such a big brain.

I don’t have time to draw this out right now, but I do have ideas for it so I’ll put it in text form first!

It’s really funny you sent this actually, just the other week I was watching a ton of videos of double proposals and almost cried because of how cute they were.

I’m not sure how it would happen exactly but…

Neither one of them get on one knee

This might just be me, but I personally find it really cute when someone proposes standing on the same level as their partner. I think it represents how they’re starting off this relationship on the same level and show that they’re both of equal importance!

Wedding party…

I have to imagine that Grian would have a hard time deciding which wedding party to be in. How is he supposed to choose between his two best friends?

Solution? He TRIES to be in both, but he stresses out Scar and Mumbo so much that they make him pick (after a TON of reassurance that they don’t see this as him picking favourites)

Cub would be Scar’s hermit of honour and Grian would be Mumbo’s, and I love the idea of either Skizz or Bdubs being the officiator. Maybe both!

Dress shopping??

There’s plenty of hermits on the server that have a keen eye for detail, and I believe either Cleo, Bdubs, Pearl, or Joel would be good options for making their dresses.

Cleo has a lot of experience with armour stands and has already made quite a few dresses in the game, and Joel has picked this up too!

I’m not sure if Bdubs or Pearl have done the same, but with how detailed and beautiful their builds are? I believe in their dress abilities.

They make their own venues!

Perks of living on hermitcraft? You can build literally anything want. Maybe the biggest part of wedding planning for someone on hermitcraft is planning what they want their venue to look like, then actually building the thing.

Maybe it’s tradition to combine the building styles of the finances so that the venue is a perfect mix of them!

Weddings on hermitcraft

One word: FUN!!

Maybe they have some of their own traditions (like mentioned above), but I think for the most part, hermitcraft weddings would be incredibly unique. They could be anything!

Want traditional? Okay cool! Want a wedding in a hot air balloon flying over a mountain with a waterfall?? Also cool! The freedom they have can be played with a LOT!

Them… <33

I think Mumbo and Scar would be the least stressed out of everyone involved. They’re just happy to be together and are having a great time planning their day of celebration!

They would both have their moments of weakness, Mumbo feeling anxious and Scar getting caught in his perfectionism - but the great thing about planning it together is that they can rely on each other for support, and they do just that!

I do think the visual of everybody around them being incredibly stressed while they’re just chilling with each other is really funny

[buckys-forgotten-plum]

A Lesson in Love

(This is very much a working title)

College!AU

Smarty Pants!Bucky Barnes x Cheerleader!Reader

Synopsis: Being a newly metamorphosed social butterfly certainly has its perks: an amazing friend group, a position on the cheer squad you’ve dreamed about for years, and the ability to make connections everywhere you go. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make you any better at Linear Algebra, enter Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Cursing, awkward reader, flirty Steve Rogers, that’s it i think :)

A/N: Boy howdy has it been a long time since I’ve posted on this hell-site. I only hope that it’s not shit (it’s probably shit)

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“Let’s run through the routine one more time guys!” Your voice travels throughout the gym as you direct your teammates to their original starting position. 

“Umed, you’re doing great but I just wanna see a little more stability when you’re holding Yelena up! Yelena, I saw you falter a little at the end there, try and stay strong please!” Your co-captain, Raj, enthusiastically instructs from beside you. 

As the team resets into their original postions, you hear a bumble of agreements and acknowledgments, making you smile. Becoming the co-captain of your university’s cheer team while only being a sophomore was no small feat and you were absolutely ecstatic to get the call 4 weeks ago congratulating your achievement. 

You remember sitting with Yelena in the quad, under a large willow tree, when you picked up the phone, it took everything in you not to squeal with excitement. Though you and your best friend definitely had a mini celebration after you hung up and spared no shame when you both began to scream and shout your elation. 

“Oh, holy shit Rabbit you did it!” The blonde woman had tightly gathered you into her arms and spun you around, a wild grin adorning her face. 

You hug her back just as tightly, “I can’t believe it! I for sure thought Hasan was gonna get it! I mean, his form was impeccable, and did you see that round-off back handspring that he did? Jesus I almost swooned!” 

Yelena laughs heartily before agreeing, “It takes more than just pretty tricks to be a captain though Rabbit, you didn’t get a full ride for nothin’. C’mon, I’m buying us lunch to celebrate,”

After a couple of weeks of barely believing you were able to make the cut as co-captain, you honed your excitement into determination. You began to focus on perfecting the routine you and Raj had planned for the first football game of the year. At this point, it was only a week away and your confidence in the team soared. They all worked so incredibly hard, and by watching how well they were performing today, you had all the faith in the world in them. After the team had run through it a couple more times, Raj had decided to call it for today seeing as you and a few others had an evening lecture to get to. 

Once you had taken one of the fastest showers in your life and changed into a fresh set of clothes, the process of haphazardly shoving your things into your bag and calculating how fast you’d have to run to make it to your class on time began. The gym you practiced in was damn near close to being on the other side of campus from the building your 5 pm Computational Physics lecture was held in and you’d be in deep shit for showing up late. You were already having a rough time in that class and you knew missing even a few minutes of the lecture intro would put you even further behind. 

“You better hop to it little rabbit or you’ll be laaate~,” Yelena sings as she walks past you, already on her way out.

“I know, I know, I know!” You hastily shove the rest of your belongings into your bag before giving yourself a quick pat down to ensure nothing was missed

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you give a quick goodbye to the rest of the women in the locker room before bolting out. The sun was still shining brightly and there was a late afternoon breeze that cooling as you ran across campus. If you asked any of your friends, they’d laugh and admit that this has become a normal Tuesday and Thursday night for you. None of them would bat an eye whenever they would see your blurred figure and hear a breathless greeting as you sprinted past them. They fully supported your wild determination to overachieve in school while also continuing your advancements in the sport that allowed you to attend such a prestigious institution. 

Your lungs burn as you run up to the large brick building that held the lecture hall, giving a kind hello to a couple of people you knew from your previous class that day. The inconsistent squeak of your sneakers on the linoleum floor can be heard echoing throughout the arched hallway as you try and manage a professional-looking speedwalk. A large sigh of relief is released when you see the double doors to the lecture hall are still open, meaning the class hasn’t started yet. Your pace and breath both slow as you enter the quiet space. As soon as you cross the threshold to the large room, there's a quiet call of your name that catches your attention. You grin and turn to your right to see a group of fellow students all giving you hushed greetings and a few congratulations on getting here in time. 

“You made it in time, Honey Bee! M’ proud of you,” Steve, the blond-haired, blue-eyed captain of the football team, greets you from his aisle seat and holds his hand out as he gives you a wide smile. 

“Hi Stevie,” You smile and take his hand, allowing him to tug you closer, “I sprinted all the way here, you’d think I’d be used to the cardio by now but it still kills me,” 

Steve lets out a light chuckle, “if you want I can start trainin’ with you in the mornings. Or tutor you in time management,” 

You jokingly roll your eyes at his comment and give his hand a light squeeze, “My time management skills are primo, Champ. That’s why I’m here on time, thank you very much,”  

He snorts loudly before nodding his head, “yeah okay Honey Bee, if you say so. Unfortunately, even though you’re ‘on time,’ the whole hall is filled except for a seat up front,”

“That’s okay! You know I like making new friends,” You go to pull your hand from his and find your seat but are stopped by another quick tug.

“Hey, you still wanna go to the cafe with all of us after class? I’ll get ya some lemon pound cake for your troubles,”

You pretend to think about the proposition before giving your answer, “I guess if there's gonna be lemon pound cake involved, I could make an appearance,” 

Steve gives you a dazzling smile, his bright blue eyes developing crows feet as he looks up at you from his seat, “Awesome, I’ll see you after class then, honey,” 

Before you pull away, Steve brings your hand up and turns it, giving the inside of your wrist a soft kiss, “Egh Steve, you’re so sappy sometimes,” You mumble and pull your hand away and silently will the heat rising in your neck and cheeks to go away. 

“Only for you Honey Bee!” You hear the smugness in his voice as you turn to walk down the stairs that separate each side of the large auditorium. 

Steve was right when he said there was only one seat left and you feel a small pang of nerves in your chest as you realize you’d be sitting next to someone you hadn’t had the chance to talk to yet. You pride yourself on your social skills, seeing as though in high school and all the years before, you had been a shy, nervous wreck in front of anyone you didn’t know. None of your recent friends knew how closed off you had been since they had only seen you in your ‘flourishing social butterfly’ phase. 

As you approach the last available seat in the lecture hall you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the stress of class as well as the prospect of any awkward conversations. When you arrive at your destination, a small furrow knits your brows together as you stare down at the chair. 

“Um, excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? There aren’t any other seats left,” Your voice is hushed as you try and get the attention of the person who has their bag sitting in the theater seat. 

He doesn’t seem to hear you, too caught up with the conversation he was having with his friend in the next seat over. The only reaction you get is a disinterested glance from the woman your target was talking to. Your nose scrunches up in displeasure as you first glare at the person who had clearly ignored you, then at the brunette who’s completely unaware of your presence.

You clear your throat a bit and try again, “Excuse me? Sir?” 

The brunette jumps a bit in his seat and you’re quickly met with startlingly blue eyes that are filled with confusion, “Uh, yeah?”

Your lips pull into a soft smile and you glance back down at the chair before focusing back up on the man, “Is it okay if I sit here? There don’t seem to be any free seats left in the hall,” 

The man’s eyes widen and he does a quick glance between you and his bag before yanking it out of the seat and plopping it in between his legs, “I am so sorry, of course you can! I-I didn’t realize anyone else would be coming,”

A light laugh of surprise bursts from your lips at his apologetic reaction, “It’s okay, it’s my fault for getting here so late anyways,” you give him a kind smile before sitting down and taking your laptop out and setting it on the small fold out table.

You lean back down to search your bag for your charger and a few other things. As you're searching through your bag, you hear a quiet chuckle beside you and you can’t help but turn your head back up to look at your neighbor. He notices your confused look and motions towards your laptop that was covered in various stickers. 

“I really like that one,” there’s a wide smile on his face as he points to a sticker depicting a frog inside of a heart that said ‘commit crimes’ in cute bubble letters. 

A grin makes it’s way onto your face and you nod your head in agreement, “it’s one of my favorites too! I really like this one as well,” you point to another sticker that shows a little mushroom person riding atop a black cat. 

Before the brunette can respond, your professor finally begins to start class, startling the both of you into silence as you ready yourself for any note-taking that needs to be done. As the professor started going over this week's subject matter, which happened to be matric eigenvalue problems, your palms already began to sweat in nervousness. You took your hands from atop the keyboard of your laptop and placed them down onto your thighs, lightly balling them in and out of fists to ease your stress. You had been introduced to matrices in your last semester, but to add a new formula to the mix made you nervous enough to forget any prior knowledge you had stored away. 

Throughout the lecture you had to continuously remind yourself that lots of people are probably having issues with the current topic. However, that voice of reassurance had gotten quieter and quieter as you noticed everyone around you quickly typing or scribbling down notes without hesitation. No one had asked a question and with a quick glance at your laptops clock, you find there to be only 10 minutes left of class. You nervously shift around in your seat and focus on typing down the finishing notes when you feel a pair of eyes set on you. 

You nervously glance up and to the side to catch a fleeting glimpse of your neighbor quickly averting his eyes. The heat that flares up in your neck and cheeks is almost unbearable as you realize he knows that you’re struggling, can physically feel how lost and confused you are with the subject. You immediately become tense and your hands once again leave their place on your keyboard before falling back down into your lap, wiping the sweat from your palms onto your thighs before tightly clenching them into fists. The stress of the class mixed with the embarrassment of how obvious your lack of understanding has made your brain shut down, and only after noticing everyone around you packing up their things did you realize you had completely checked out for the last few minutes of class. 

“Aw shoot,” you mumble quietly while softly closing your laptop. The faint beginnings of a conversation come from beside you, but you’re too busy trying not to break down to make sense of any of it. Little crescent moons were being left in the palms of your hands from how hard your nails were digging into them, your mouth was beginning to taste like iron from how hard you were biting the inside of your cheek, and the sting of tears were present in your waterline. 

As you leaned down to shove your laptop and notebook into your bag, you made sure to take a deep breath because you would be damned if you ended up crying like a baby in front of fellow classmates. Especially ones you just met. It didn’t help too much, but after blinking rapidly for a moment you were certain no tears would fall until you were successfully inside your dorm room. Steve would understand and would make up an excuse for your absence at the cafe.

“Hey,” A voice speaks from above and you jump in surprise before sitting back up straight to find your seat neighbour with a soft smile on his face.

“Hello,” you mumble quietly before glancing down at your lap then back up to him, “I’m so sorry-I’m probably in your way aren’t I?” 

His eyes widen and he quickly puts his hand up to halt you in your movements of gathering your things, “No actually I um-I wanted to actually ask you if maybe we could compare notes for this lecture? I feel like I might have missed some stuff and it seemed like you got everything down. I’ve been kinda struggling with this unit so it’d help a lot,” 

You stared at him for a moment, blinking blankly at him almost in disbelief… Was he really asking you of all people for notes?

You fumble with your words for a moment before answering, “Well I’m not-um I actually might not be the best person to ask for notes,” the sheepish admittance does well to bring a new wave of heat crawling up to the tips of your ears and you try not to cringe in embarrassment, “I’m only averaging a 74% in this class right now,” 

The man tilts his head and gives another soft smile in your direction, “Well I’m averaging a 68 so ya still got me beat,” 

The quiet chuckle he lets out makes your lips tug up into your own smile and let out a quick laugh yourself. You quickly turn your head to the back of the lecture hall and see Steve and a few of your friends gathered around the entrance, discussing something unknown while patiently waiting for you.

“Alright that’s a fair point,” you giggle and take your phone out, “If you wanna, I can give you my phone number and email so we can exchange everything we have? I can’t really promise anything groundbreaking but maybe it’ll help?” 

He grins widely and pulls his own phone out of its hiding place, unlocking it and tapping to his contact list, “Yeah that’d be really nice…I’m James by the way,” 

You mentally scold yourself for not asking the man’s name earlier before revealing your own to him. 

“Nice to meet you,” James' voice is gentle and endearing as he holds his phone out to you in a silent request for your contact info. 

You quickly input your number and send yourself an emoji to ensure it was correct, “I um-I have plans to go to a coffee shop with my friends right now, but I promise I’ll send you all the notes I have as soon as I get the chance if you just wanna text me your email address? Maybe we could share a google document and work off of each other? Really whatever works best for you is fine with me!” 

You bite the inside of your lip to stop yourself from word-vomiting anymore and wonder how, after so many years, you are this awkward with someone. It’s been ages since you’ve been this socially inept with a stranger and you wrack your brain for a reason. 

James bends down and grabs his backpack before standing up to his full and very intimidating height. You haphazardly gather your own items and fumble out into the aisle to let James out. 

“No rush! I’m just appreciative of any help I can get really,” he admits, raising his right hand and running it through the dark brunette tresses of his hair. 

“No yeah I totally get that! And I’m actually gonna ask my friend for some help tonight so I’ll even have some extra tips ready!” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you do another glance back to see Steve giving you the look and you figure you shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer, “okay, sorry I have to go now, but it was really nice to meet you James! And thanks for liking my stickers,” 

Why you brought up the stickers, you’ll never know, but you can fight with yourself about that later. 

James lets out a boisterous laugh before answering, “It was my pleasure, Sugar. I’ll be sure to message you later,” 

You were thankful that James had turned around to talk to his friend as it made it easier for you to hide the shock on your face from the sweet pet name he threw out. Putting your hands up to quell the heat that had risen to your cheeks, you make your way to Steve. 

“You make a new friend?” He asks with a knowing smile. 

“Yeah! He said he needed help with this class so I told him we would exchange notes when I got home. Oh also can you go through the entire lecture with me?” 

Steve stared down at your shorter frame, letting out an amused snort and shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re going to exchange notes with a dude when you don’t even know what went on in the lecture today?” 

“umm…yes, yes I’m going to be doing exactly that unless you be a sweet little lamb and go over the notes with me so i can fix any mistakes!” You respond sweetly and grab onto Steve's hand to pull him closer to the doors, “pretty, pretty, pretty please?” 

He rolled his eyes and pulled his hand from your grasp before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, effectively pulling you into his side, “yeah yeah, ya know I might have to start charging you Honey Bee,” He leads you out of the building and you both begin making your way to the coffee shop on campus. 

[novashelby]

The Clinical Boyfriend-Jonathan Crane x Reader

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Relationship issues? Mention of sex. Word Count: 768 Summary: Dr. Crane's girlfriend is tired of him neglecting her. And while he isn't the most romantic, he does very much want to let her know how much he admires her.

Thank you @wonderlanddreamer for playing my Cillian Murphy drabble game. I feel horrible, but admittedly, this isn't the best I have written. I fought with it for awhile, but hopefully you like it. <3

He was never affectionate. Always so incredibly dry. Clinical! And oh so attentive…to work. But hardly to her. Even when his body was pressed against hers and they were entangled in the sheets, he was so distant. Often it felt like loving an empty vessel, allowing her to question if any of it was worth it. But she stayed another day because somewhere among all the grey and rain, there was some light. At least she hoped as she laid within his grey silk sheets, hands folded over her chest. His cum rested between her thighs, feeling sticky. 

He had already moved on, reaching over for the lamp on the nightstand. Everything was easier for her in the dark, and when his finger flipped the switch, her feelings combusted in a stream of words. A jumbled, gibberish mess that she wasn’t even sure she understood, but once a word slipped through, they all came. Jonathan knitted his eyes, turning the light back on. She rested up on her elbow, looking at him. “And I’m sorry, Jonathan, I just..you know how hard it is to love someone that hardly even smiles at you? And the dinners I cook, the clothes I wear, every single thing I do for you goes completely unacknowledge-do you even understand-”

Jonathan stopped her right there, a deep sigh indicating that he was nothing, but annoyed. How dare she speak up, right? He flipped on the lamp and felt for his specks along the nightstand before placing them lazily on the bridge of his nose. “You seem to be going through emotional distress…”

She stopped, clicking her tongue, mouth turning a gaped. “W-what?” she asked in disbelief, an incredulous laugh allowing her to choke on her words. Jonathan watched as she blinked away the audacity and shook her head. “Are you….”

Jonathan raised two fingers. “Are you under stress from work? That can often make one irrational and irate.” She could have killed him. She wanted to kill him. Take those glasses of his and punch them back into his eyes. Jonathan looked over her; fingers twitching, jaw tense. “And you’re clenching.”

“Because I’m pissed off.” She kicked the blanket off her legs and turned more directly at him. “Did you not hear me? I said that I am upset about how our relationship is going, Jonathan.”

“I’m aware,” he nodded, opening his hand towards her, motioning for her to continue. “Why do you think you may be feeling this way?”

She was about to respond when she paused. “Jonathan, do you not get it? I’m your partner. I’m trying to express to you how I feel and you’re playing fucking doctor!”

He swallowed and took off his glasses, wiping at his tired eyes before putting them back on. “Love, I’m hardly playing  doctor.” That little, condescending laughing irritated her more. Especially when he added, “I am a doctor.” 

“But I’m not your patient, I’m your girlfriend! But yet I feel as though I’m nothing to you.”

He was quiet for a moment before he pressed his lips together, and out reached his hand, propping her chin on two fingers. “You must understand that expressing feelings is not easy for me. I think and act clinically. I’m obsessed with what I do because I’m passionate about what I believe in.”

“And that is an excuse to neglect me?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s not. But my affections for you-my complete respect, admiration, and adoration is completely unmatched because no one in this world compares-”

“Words don’t-”

“I show love in the way I know how,” he said. “I don’t ask that you accept it or like it, but forgive me that I prefer a love language that focuses on the respect of one’s intellect and thoughts before frivolous gifts, compliments, and monotonous PDA.” He leaned in, smiling just slightly. “I don’t ask anyone, but you to critique my work. I don’t tell anyone else, but you about my research, blueprints, and theories. Never do I ever let anyone, but you read my work first. Why? Because I value you.”

She matched his smile. “It’d still be nice if you’d notice other things-”

“I do, but I respect that you have the confidence and self worth to already know that you look great in anything you wear.” It wasn’t perfect, but it was him. “Come here.” He pulled her in and flicked off the lamp before allowing his lips to tease at her neck. “You and I are above the mundane. Including dull, fake, for show relationships that do nothing, but feed an ego.”

[groupiechick]

Izzy Stradlin NSFW headcanons

Fem reader

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, dirty talk, etc.

Time to talk about the coolest cat in guns n roses.

- first things first: Izzy is hung like a fuckin horse. Like huge. Almost overwhelming huge. He knows it too, and because of this will make sure you’re all prepared before sticking himself inside you. He’ll probably have to finger you and eat your pussy for a while so it doesn’t hurt when he’s going to town.

- That big dick of his does give him pride, I won’t lie. If he’s fucking you and sees you as a moaning mess, he will feel very proud of himself, even if he won’t show it. He will, however, lean over to kiss and nip at your lips and neck, or to suck on your tits for a second.

- According to what I’ve read, Izzy lasts a very long time, loves to make his partner cum as much as possible before he lets himself do it. During this, Izzy will be switching things up as often as he wants, lifting and moving you into the position to give you both the maximum possible pleasure.

- Don’t let that skinny frame fool you, he’s stronger than he looks. Will gladly pin you against a wall to fuck you. He’ll throw you around like a rag doll if he wants.

- Izzy loves kissing and eye contact. Both of those during sex and he’s in heaven. Let him kiss you while he’s building up your orgasm and look deep into his eyes when you’re cumming all over you and him.

- He’s not the most talkative during sex, just like in real life. But that doesn’t make him silent. He will gasp and groan a lot when he’s inside or when you’re blowing him, and loves praising you for your skills in either

- ‘Holy shit baby, your mouth is incredible’

- ‘Fuck, how’d you get so tight? I feel like I’m in a goddamn vice. Everytime I fuck you I feel like I’m stealing your virginity, fuck...’

- He will cum in you or on you depending on what you want, but he does really love the feeling of cumming deep inside of a girl, makes him feel very primal and powerful, like he’s marking his territory.

- He’s still very mysterious even after all of that… he’ll light up a cigarette, put his arm around you, and hold you tight while the Rolling Stones play in the backround.

[monstersflashlight]

( Hi, I'm @mama-magpies-fantasies :3 )

Sharing because I'm too tired to write more about it, but incase you or any other followers get inspired.

Thinking about two dragons fighting for the same princess/human. They've established themselves in the same region but have always been at a stalemate when it comes to their strength and territory; never agreeing on a proper border.

I could see Y/N having caught the eyes of both independently, that is until one of them becomes bold enough to abduct them. By then starts the competition between both wyverns; getting abducted every other day to go from one nest to the other. They both try to woo you everyday, bringing in gifts, showing off their strength and skills, and doing little dances to show their body to their potential mate.

Honestly, it can be funny sometimes, their little fight can be endearing, maybe before you never thought you would have two people fighting over you of all people. And sometimes it can be annoying... You've come to appreciate the both of them and their differences, and the pressure to only choose one is getting on your nerves.

So why not play a little game into it? Get them to see each other more as equals than rivals. To compare them both, you have them share you equally in the same space; letting you have your own nest which can fit the both of them. Ground rules will make sure that they do not start any fights unless they want to be punished and shown as immature compared to their competitor. :3

In the end, I'm sure even in bed both would be quite competitive; after all they want to be the first and only to have you bare their eggs. You can't pass a day without being filled to the brim by either of them as most of the time, one filling you with their seed will cause the other to want a turn as well; creating a feedback loop of breeding until you pass out for the day.

A/N: That was very fun to read, I took it to my field with this one and wrote a lil something. Hope you like it! <3

Both? Both.

Dragon x dragon x fem!reader || sharing is caring, size kink, (light) breeding, eggpreg, (light) dom/sub dynamics (femdom)

You watched them fight and struggle with the realization that they were both important to you. They wanted to fight each other constantly, but you weren’t having any of that. You liked them both too much to let them destroy each other for a chance with you, when they both could get what they wanted. And if that meant you got two amazing dragons with incredible dicks… Well, that was a plus.

So, when you decided you were tired of watching them fight the other to gain your hand, you made them kneel in front of you, looking down to the floor until you had enough of it. Did it last three days? Possibly. Did you spend those three days sitting in front of them as they struggled not to look up at you? Definitely. Did you enjoy it? Greatly.

But after that everything turned out for the better. They stopped fighting, or at least they stopped in front of you. You still knew about their “secret” fights, but those were just stupid banter and a few scratches, you knew deep down that they really wanted to take it out on each other, but you said nothing. You just needed to wait enough to see how much it took for them to figure out they wanted to fuck each other senseless.

And even if you hated when they fought… You loved when it was to choose who got to fuck you first, who got to put their eggs in you… Poor dragons didn’t know nobody did anything if you didn’t order it first. But they looked so pretty fighting and growling at each other, pushing each other down until one of them overpowered the other and they were both panting and hard… It was totally worth it to let them fight it out. Especially when you got their dicks as a reward.

You got them on their backs, wings pinned down as you bounced on one dick and then the other, both of them staring adoringly at you as you took your pleasure on them. They were your pretty dragons, your protectors… and your toys. You loved to play with them like this, you loved when one of them lost control and filled you with his eggs, just for the other to growl and push him away just to fill you with another one. By the end of it you were a mess of come and your stomach was distended with their eggs… But you wouldn’t do anything differently. Especially when you told them you had enough and they took it on each other as you watched. Two powerful dragons fighting to see who was on top, just to end up rutting their cocks together until their bellies were a mess and you could lick it off them.

They thought they were two strong dragons protecting you, but when the time came, you were the one bringing them to their knees. Either to eat you out or just because you enjoyed having such big beast completely submissive to you. It was a good power trip, and made you wetter than anything. Outside the bedroom they could be the protectors, but inside… Inside, they had nothing to argue, nothing to fight for… Because you ordered them.

[wordsfrombudha]

*Response to inbox message that got deleted*

Yes, what would you like to know? From my observations, Sun women are the know-it-all bossy-boots types who tend to be very critical and demanding. Many people may find them a bit much because they like to correct and critique others, and you can kind of tell even if they aren't saying it out loud (unlike Sun men who will express it more externally). This is the nature of the Sun, though. It is the graha of tough love and guiding discipline. I like to compare it to a stern parent who is just looking out for the best interests of their children. However, it’s hard to see that in the moment. It’s like when you break a law and get punished. The punishment makes you angry, but you also have to understand that laws made to protect people are there to uphold the greater good.

Sun women are, overall, very bright, hyper-competent, type-A, very set in their principles, overachieving, rule-following, intense, and stubborn. They expect people to always give their best, and they have no time for sloppiness or moral shortcuts. When thinking of solar energy, think of how the sun is—radiant, constant, but a little scorching if you’re exposed for too long. They are not cold or cruel in the way many think, but more so just relentlessly responsible and maybe a little overbearing in their crusade to improve everything and everyone. These people like things done a certain way and expect everyone else to get with the program. To say they are high-strung and conscientious would be an understatement

The Sun woman and Moon man make an interesting but complicated pair. The Sun woman is steady, intense, and demanding, and she thrives on engagement and forward momentum. She wants commitment and reliability from her partner and expects them to show up as consistently as she does. She’s used to pushing for things to move in a linear fashion, and she thrives on being seen and validated for her efforts. On the other hand, Moon Men can be incredibly intense when they’re engaged, putting in 300% effort when they feel connected, but when their emotional interest wanes, they naturally retreat, sometimes unpredictably. This can make their investment feel inconsistent. Like you’re getting all of them one minute, and the next, they’re emotionally distant or just… faded. This sudden fading, especially when the Moon man emotionally disconnects, can be incredibly jarring for the Sun Woman.

This dynamic can be especially challenging because Moon Men tend to pull away when things are going well, which creates a push-pull effect. This can leave the Sun woman feeling confused and neglected. Interestingly, Sun women aren't always great at maintaining healthy boundaries. They may stay in a bad relationship, even when they’re unhappy. They have difficulty admitting or even acknowledging it, but they thrive on external validation; they need to feel needed, and Moon men are the best at providing this validation when they’re emotionally present. Moon men want to be worshipped. They have an inherent desire to be revered and admired, seeking that sense of devotion from those close to them. They want to be the focal point of admiration and care, which Sun women give them readily. But that's another issue of contention. Moon men like when people play hard to get and they have to entice the person to love them. So it is usually at times when the Sun woman has gotten so frustrated with the relationship and starts to ignore him that he shows the most interest, drawing her right back in. It's a paradox, I know. I'm not sure it is super healthy for either of them, but as I mentioned before in another comment, any pairing can work if both parties are putting in the effort. I'm not sure if I would say they are naturally compatible though.

[thelewdpokemanik]

Tier list of who of Makoto's harem embodies a horny ass bunny girl the most for Easter?

(I know this said 'Makoto's Harem', but I think Makoto deserves to be included :P)

Also, not sure why I wrote so much, but I hope you'll enjoy <3

Akane actually loves Easter for the chocolate above all else. She's too busy hunting down eggs to actually fuck.

Same for Angie; she's here to paint eggs, not get her eggs painted- or at least, not anymore than any other day of the year.

Hina actually gets very embarrassed by bunny costumes, but she loves having an excuse for raw, breeding sex.

Celeste actively hates having to change her dress for a bunny suit, and she gets incredibly surly. Nothing a good breeding won't fix, but you know.

Chiaki just doesn't have the energy of a real bunny. Loves wearing the costume though.

Himiko and Hiyoko both dislike bunny suits because of their lithe figures, but Himiko is a bit more tolerant of them because she loves having her assistants wear them for her shows.

Ibuki refuses to wear a normal suit, instead insisting for a reverse bunny suit, which, while hot, is actually very unlike a bunny :P

Junko rocks bunny suits. Every Easter, she releases a new line of costumes for Easter, and she makes sure to showcase them as they should be- stretched out by a huge, pregnant belly~

Kaede is as into Easter as she is into every holiday- she loves every excuse she gets to dress and act like a slut~

Kirumi is more than happy to swap her maid uniform for a bunny suit for the day, but actually getting her to switch her maid mindset into a proper bunny one isn't so easy. Though, still easy enough for Makoto~

Chihiro perfectly embodies the shy bunny that turns into an absolute slut once heat hits~

Kokichi is much more annoying and gremlin-like; he only wears the suit to tease people. He doesn't actually care about the holiday.

Kyoko actually loves bunny suits. They perfectly suit her body and attitude, and they give her the perfect excuse to beg Makoto for some raw, baby-making sex. There's nothing she likes more than bouncing her phat ass on his carrot~

Mahiru loves arranging photoshoots of the girls and bois in their bunny suit, but actually getting her to wear one is a much more difficult affair.

Maki acts as if she hates it, but everyone can see just how eager she is to be a good bunny for Makoto and get herself a womb full of his cum. Very few asses can bounce as well as hers, and almost none of those with as much enthusiasm~

Makoto loves any excuse to breed his harem- Easter and bunny suits are just a very convenient excuse~ Especially since the sight of a slut in one makes his cawk almost rip out of his pants so hard it gets~

Sadly for Mikan, she's in charge of making sure that every girl (and boi :P) is properly impregnated every Easter. But if she's lucky, and does a good job, she might get her turn with Makoto before the night is out~

Miu might love putting on the costume and acting like a tease, but she's especially weak during this time. She'll turn into a stuttering tomato if you so much as look at her chest as it overflows out of her suit.

Mukuro used to dislike Easter, because she believed she looked horrible next to her sister, but Makoto thouroughly disproved that point the first time he saw her freckled cake in a bunny suit. Ever since then, she's more than happy to participate~

Sayaka loves wearing a suit for a special Easter concert- even if it makes it hard to hide the creampie she just got backstage~

Shuichi's too shy to actually wear the costume himself, but Kaede sometimes manages to convince him to suit up with her as a pair of lusty bunnies for their Daddy~

Sonia loves the costume, but doesn't quite get how this whole thing works. Thankfully for her bimbo brain, she understands getting fucked hard perfectly well~

Tenko will insist that she was made to wear the costume, even as her pussy gushes between her legs as guys stare at her obscene curves. Her powerful leg lock will ensure Makoto's cum goes and stays inside her womb.

Toko hates Easter, because there's nothing Jillloves more than raw, baby-making sex, and she will always make sure she gets impregnated, and Toko is left dealing with the consequences.

[lost-inanotherlife]

No but THANK YOU! You've managed to articulate so WELL what I've been trying to say, I'm just so happy because I couldn't find the words and I was blaming myself because my message wasn't coming across but YOU have put it into words so well I need to comment on them a little!

"struggle to maintain the emotional balance with the timelines"

YES. This is KEY! What I've been trying to say is exactly this. There's no emotional balance with the timelines. You can feel the episodic nature of the show (i.e. written week by week more or less) therefore you can also feel that the events that happened in S4 were written like one year or more before the writing of the events of S5. I'm not talking about the plot, I'm talking about emotions. it's so weird that the writers didn't factor them in because I think of them as very competent writers, I don't care what the haters have to say. So, to me, the lack of emotional balance shows a precise decision to amp up a (dead) love triangle for.... views? After all, LOST is writing for profit and love triangles, sadly, always sell. And that's frustrating to me.

"It's incredibly disrespectful to the characters as individuals (and frankly bad writing) that they continue to push this relationship struggle when these are grown adults and three years have passed".

As I said, I don't necessarily think it's bad writing but, in a way, it is because it's commercial writing. However, LOST showrunners' struggle against ABC is kinda famous so I don't feel like it's right to exclusively blame them for it. Network requests are a big factor and in this case I'm more inclined to hold ABC accountable. Having said that, LOST is a white male show writtern by (mostly) white male writers so I gotta take this into account as well bc, honestly? Even in LOST the old love for the male hero's journey is... showing a little bit. At the expense of female and poc characters, of course

"It was clear to me that Kate was always going to choose Jack and a lot of her later interactions with Sawyer were directly because of Jack anyway.)"

I'm literally alwasy saying this. Jack is the love triangle apex and the center of the whole story. One kinda has to get Jack in order to really get LOST.

"There was so much potential to develop Kate's character that they bypassed for the tired love triangle as well."

This is why LOST drives me insane. Female characters in a lot of TV series are, frankly, badly written. Fandom adopting that character and making it complex (aka less written through misogynistic lens) is a great resistance technique that should definitely happen more often BUT that doesn't change the fact that, to me, that character wasn't well written to begin with. But in LOST? Like, let's take Kate as an example: she was absolutely well written from day 1! Like, they had all the material because they had created it!!!! Why, WHYYYYYYYY, would a writer waste ALL THAT for a stupid love triangle? It has to be because cis-het love supposedly sell or it wouldn't make sense. You have a character like KATE AUSTEN and you pigeonhole her as love interest. CRAZY CHOICE but okay, misogyny exists. Not only that, because Jack and Kate are so deranged together I could almost let it pass (although I have my reservations about that as well) but you further pigeonhole her to fit into a stupid love triangle with another man? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, GET OUT. These are the things LOST fans should be mad about, not the fucking ending.

"Sawyer didn't factor into Kate's decision to return to the island at all. She was there to look for Claire."

Music to my ears. Let's leave this here for the people in the back.

I also want to add @eponine119 interesting addition:

the real reason Jack got so unboxed in s4 over Sawyer was because the writers were trying to trick the audience into thinking he was part of the Oceanic Six but then it turns out to be Aaron. It's a gag that only works one time, like the Jin/Sun episode that is similar. I get that Lost was never intended to be more than a one-trick pony so they sacrificed story/character to serve the ever-present trademark Lost "twist ending" but it's disappointing. Beyond that, yeah. Makes no sense for any of them to be thinking about or jealous of a kinda relationship that lasted two and a half minutes three years ago when they have grown and moved on and changed. It was a significant relationship in Sawyer's development as a person, and he was always way more into Kate than she was into him, so maybe that gets a tiny bit more weight for him.

I didn't know about that. I have to say that THAT is a trick that surely didn't work out because I wasn't even thinking about that possibility when I first watched the show. Like, it was clear as day that Sawyer was not back to "normal", "non-island" life. And as I've said above, these are the kind of "tricks" that fan should be mad about, not the mystery-related ones. Like, to me, these things are pretty unforgivable because plot can be complex and not anchored to reality but human behaviour? You gotta factor it in, at least a minimum of it.

Finally, @uncertaininnit said it best:

"I strongly agree about it being unbalanced. The first time I watched the show, I remember genuinely not investing much emotional energy into the ‘love triangle’ because I simply didn’t believe it [...]how was I supposed to take either other ship seriously after that?"

How were we supposed to?? Jack and Kate are OTP and, in order to have something "juicy", if you want a love triangle you must add a "juicy" third element. I think Sawyer was, more or less, that, until S2- maybe even 3, I'm feeling generous. But after that, like I said in my initial post, if you want to raise the stakes you need to give me something. Kate is back on the island, she literally talks maybe two times with Sawyer and now he's back head over heels for her? Naaah, sorry, I don't believe you.

Ummm... I need to ask you losties a question.

As you know I'm a big Jack Shepard apologist (he's the only fictional white man that I'll protect at all cost just because we're trauma-bonded) and, although I honest-to-god think that he has a lot of chemistry with Sawyer, I've always loved his relationship with Kate because it's lightning quick but messy, cute but full of unsaid things.

Aside from fanon readings (unfortunately the show has never taken queer relationship to heart), the Jack-Kate-Sawyer love triangle was, more or less, interesting until s2 max s3. After that? It was just a tired trope that they continued to use because the show kept running but they had already reached its resolution and didn't really bother to find more interesting ways to develop the relationship between these three.

Today, however, while I was re-watching "The Little Prince" (S5) I realized one thing: perhaps the reason why it feels like it's a tired trope is because, narratively speaking, it's pretty unbalanced?

I mean, in S4 we see Jack and Kate relationship both on the island and back home. Like, we literally see them as they develop their relationship along two different timelines. In other words, we're given more material and, as I've already said many times, it's clear as day that by S4 the love triangle thing has been resolved.

However, because in S5 time works differently, we keep continuing seeing Jack and Kate's relationship but we also see the last remainder of Sawyer's attachment to Kate. But, by now, 20+ episodes have passed, different timelines have been explored so... the "bond" between these two characters feels... diluted?

As in, it makes sense for Sawyer to still think about Kate because only a few weeks have passed to him. But to us? For us three years have passed + what happened on the island with Jack and Kate in s4 so it kinda makes also sense to us that the love triangle is done.

It's like what I said about Kate and Jack's fight in s4: it makes close to zero sense for them to fight over Sawyer, not because they've just forgotten about him but because we see actual events happening to them in-between those years. And these events are all pretty though so the Sawyer-of-it-all almost pales in comparison!

So what I'm trying to say, I guess, is that while the time-travels storylines are cool as fuck, when it comes to feelings and love... they leave a bittersweet taste after viewing the episodes because the relationships suddenly don't feel earned anymore.

Like, we literally see Sawyer develop a bond with Juliet, open up to her, show his vulnerabilities etc. On the other hand, we also see Jack and Kate being domestic etc. So all the sudden "pathos" between Sawyer and Kate is just... not there?

Up until s3 they were GREAT together but after that? Just too many things happened and their relationships wasn't as "fated" as Kate's with Jack. It would've made more sense if they'd either showed a rekindling that actually made sense or they'd just developeded their dynamics differently.

Anyhoo, I've written too much, I really wanna knw what YOU folks think!

[petalpawws]

[moonchild-in-blue]

Missing Limbs - Espera, Vessel and the crowd 🥺🩷💙

The girls look so so beautiful here and LISTEN TO THEM. Vessel sobs HARD at the end 🥺💔