#Was thinking of how much filter they used to use in the older videos

[atlantis-area]

SHINee - Why So Serious? (2013) 11th anniversary

[icepip]

yuuji and older sister reader brain rot pls 🙏

(tw for incest. duh. mostly rambling.)

yes yes yes!! you've been gone at college, maybe abroad or something where you don't get the chance to visit home so yuji hasn't seen you in years. sure, he keeps in touch with you so he sees the pictures you post on instagram but it's different than when you're in front of him. the way you get so excited to see your little brother, running to hug him and your breasts press against his chest and you're so warm and he's missed you.

he's grown so much since you saw him last. you missed his high school graduation, congratulated him over a video call, teased him about his grades and how his teachers liked you more. he's taller, less lanky, too. you ruffle his hair like you did before you left, call him your baby brother despite the fact that he has a few inches on you now. he blushes when he pushes your hand away and you think it's cute.

the walls are thinner than you remember and you feel the familiar warmth pooling in your stomach at the wet sounds and quiet groans that filter to your room. you feel guilty too, especially when your hand goes between your thighs, gently toying with your clothed pussy, but you can't help yourself when you hear your name.

you've been home now for a few days and every night, yuji has his hand wrapped around his leaking cock. he didn't mean to think about you, but with summer's oppressive heat, your clothes are so revealing and you've been so touchy. hugging him and leaning against him, you say you missed your brother and yuji isn't going to complain. he just has to readjust himself more than usual, thankful that his shorts are loose enough to hide his bulge.

but in the solidarity of his room (and the shower, too, sometimes), he fucks his fist and bites at his shirt to muffle the noises. he thinks about your thighs a lot. they look so soft, so perfect for grabbing, for sinking his fingers in your skin as you sit on top of him. he also thinks about your lips and how they would look wrapped around his tip. you down on your knees as you look up at him with that sparkle in your eyes.

tonight's different though. he didn't think you were home, you were supposed to be out with some old friends while your parents were at some fancy dinner. so he decided to use his fleshlight, a toy he doesn't use often because of how noisy he gets with it.

the obscene amount of lube he used was pouring out from the sides with every thrust, making everything so wet and his cock slides right into the tight toy.

"fuuuck, so good," he hisses, his eyes screwing shut as he tries to imagine your warmth around him. it's wrong, he knows it is, but fuck, it feels so good. this pussy — your pussy — is messy and sticky and it makes every ounce of logic fall out of yuji's mind.

"gonna cum in you, sis, shit. you want that, huh?" his hips grind forward, pushing himself fully inside the fleshlight. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

your pussy clamps around your fingers as the sounds in your brother's room quiet down.

[chlerc]

hidden recordings ; charles leclerc

— summary; you never realised how sentimental and adorable charles could be until you come across the black box tucked away in a corner of a drawer.

pairing — highschool-best-friend-charles leclerc x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1172.

content — 5 short recordings he recorded just to remember you, and how he secretly wishes you’d stumble upon it one day. he loves you a lot, like a loooottttttt. you’re it for him.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i love this vcr love confession concept so much, it’s so cute recording things and people that means the most to you. happy chinese new year :o

THE LATE AFTERNOON SUNLIGHT FILTERED softly through the window, casting a warm, amber glow across the apartment as she worked her way through the cluttered shelves. It was supposed to be a simple day of tidying up — a routine chore that had grown overdue — but as always, the small, nostalgic things had a way of slowing her down. Dust motes danced in the air as she opened an old, wooden box tucked away in the corner of a drawer, a box she had almost forgotten. Its contents were a time capsule of sorts, filled with small mementos and keepsakes that had survived the years — photographs, letters, concert tickets, and little trinkets that had woven themselves into the fabric of her relationship with Charles.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she sifted through the items, fingers brushing over the worn edges of a photograph of them as children, their innocent grins forever preserved in time. It was a testament to how far they’d come, from childhood friends to something far deeper, a bond that had grown over years of shared experiences and memories. As she dug further into the box, her hand paused as it closed around something unfamiliar — a small, black thumb drive, half-buried beneath a stack of old letters.

Her brow furrowed in curiosity as she pulled it out, turning it over in her fingers. It wasn’t labelled, and for a moment, she wondered what it could contain. Charles was never one to leave things lying around without a reason, and this had clearly been tucked away for some time. Her curiosity piqued, she reached for her laptop, a quiet hum of intrigue settling over her as she plugged the thumb drive into the port.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a folder containing five short video files. No titles, just numbered sequences — each one simple and unassuming, yet they called to her like fragments of a forgotten story. With a small click, she opened the first file, and her heart skipped a beat as the screen filled with the familiar face of Charles, much younger, his boyish charm evident even then.

He must have been in his early teens in this first video. His hair was a little unruly, the way it always used to be when he wasn’t bothered by appearances, and there was a hint of nervousness in the way he looked directly into the camera. He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before speaking. “Uh, hi,” he began, his voice cracking slightly with the uncertainty of youth. “So, I’m not really sure why I’m doing this… but I guess it’s just something I wanted to keep. A reminder, maybe. For her.” There was a pause, and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing off-camera as if gathering his thoughts. “She’s always been there, you know? My best friend… even though I’m older, I still think she’s way braver than I am.”

A soft chuckle escaped her as she watched him stumble through his words, that endearing awkwardness still as familiar as ever. The screen flickered as the video ended, and without hesitation, she opened the next one. This time, Charles appeared a little older, his features more defined, his smile a little more confident.

“It’s funny,” he said, the camera slightly shaky as if he were holding it himself, “I never realised how much she means to me until recently. We’ve always been together, and it’s like… it’s always been her. I don’t know how else to explain it.” His gaze softened, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made her heart ache in the sweetest way. “She’s the one person who can make everything feel right, even when things are a mess. I think, no — I know, I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her for longer than I knew.”

The words hung in the air, settling deep within her as she paused the video, feeling the weight of his confession even though it had been made years ago. It was a piece of him, captured in time, before they had ever taken that leap from friends to something more. She pressed play again, her heart caught in her throat.

The third video was taken during what looked like a school trip. The background was noisy, filled with the laughter of classmates and the hum of distant chatter. Charles was standing by a river, looking a little winded as if he had just finished some outdoor activity. “She’s going to laugh at this,” he grinned, breathless but radiant. “She always teases me about being uncoordinated, but she’s the one who nearly fell into the river earlier. I had to catch her — again.” His smile softened. “I wouldn’t change a thing, though. She’s… she’s my favourite person in the world.”

By the fourth video, she found herself holding back tears. In this one, he was visibly older, perhaps just before he left for university. His expression was more serious, the playful boyishness replaced with something more resolute. “I’m leaving soon,” he began, his voice quieter, as though he were speaking directly to her even though she wasn’t there. “And it terrifies me. I don’t know what it’s going to be like, being apart for the first time in… ever. But I know one thing for sure: no matter where I go, or how long we’re apart, I’ll always come back to her. I have to. She’s… she’s home.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she clicked on the final video, her breath catching in her chest. In this one, Charles was as she knew him now — his familiar face filling the screen with that smile that always seemed to disarm her. “If you’re watching this,” he said softly, “then you’ve found it. I wasn’t sure if you ever would, but I hoped you might.” His eyes glimmered with affection, his smile gentle. “You’ve always been the best part of my life. From the very beginning. I made these videos because I wanted to remember — wanted you to remember — how much you’ve always meant to me. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m going to keep loving you for the rest of my life.”

Her vision blurred as the final video ended, the stillness of the room punctuated by the steady hum of the laptop. She sat there for a long moment, overwhelmed by the depth of what she had just witnessed — memories of Charles, preserved like fragments of a love story that spanned years. Each video was a testament to the quiet, unwavering devotion that had always existed between them, even before they had given it a name.

As she closed the laptop, her heart swelled with an indescribable warmth. This was their story — one that began in childhood and grew into something more, something profound. And as she held the thumb drive in her hand, she knew that whatever lay ahead, they would always have these memories to hold onto.

[and-then-there-were-n0ne]

I read this week that Instagram is pushing “overtly sexual adult videos” to young users. For a Wall Street Journal investigation, journalists created accounts that could belong to children, following young gymnasts, cheerleaders and influencers. The test accounts were soon served sexual and disturbing content on Instagram Reels, alongside ads for dating apps, livestream platforms with “adult nudity” and AI chatbots “built for cybersex”. Some were next to ads for kids’ brands like Disney.

This is something I’ve been trying to get across to parents about social media. The problem is not just porn sites. They are of course a massive concern. Kids as young as nine are addicted. The average age to discover porn is now 13, for boys and girls. And many in my generation are now realising just how much being raised on porn affected them, believing it “destroyed their brain” and distorted their view of sex.

But the problem is bigger than that. Porn is everywhere now. TikTok is serving up sex videos to minors and promoting sites like OnlyFans. The gaming platform Twitch is exposing kids to explicit live-streams. Ads for “AI sex workers” are all over Instagram, some featuring kids’ TV characters like SpongeBob and the Cookie Monster. And there’s also this sort of “soft-porn” now that pervades everything. Pretty much every category of content that kids could stumble across, from beauty trends to TikTok dances to fitness pages, is now pornified or sexualised in some way for clicks.

I think this does a lot of damage to Gen Z. I think it desensitises us to sex. I think it can ruin relationships. But beyond that, I also believe a major problem with everything being pornified is the pressure it puts on young girls to pornify themselves. To fit the sex doll beauty standard; to seek validation through self-sexualisation, and potentially monetise all this like the influencers they’re inundated with.

Which, of course, puts girls at risk of predators. Predators who are all over TikTok, Instagram and Snapchat. Predators whose algorithms helpfully deliver them more content of minors and steer them towards kids’ profiles. Predators who are taking TikToks of underage girls and putting them on platforms like Pornhub.

And this is even more terrifying because adolescent girls are especially vulnerable today. They are vulnerable anyway at that age—but today they have far less life experience than previous generations of girls did. They are extremely insecure and anxious, and much less resilient. Combine this with the fact that they are now more easily exposed to predatory men than ever before in history, and served to strangers by algorithms. And another thing: girls are also able to look way older now. They have AI editing apps to sexualise themselves. TikTok filters to pornify their bodies. And access to every kind of make-up and hair and fashion tutorial you can think of to look sexier and more mature. I don’t think enough parents realise how dangerous this situation is.

Which is why I find it so frustrating to see some progressives downplay the dangers of all this. Those that dismiss anyone concerned about the pornification of everything as a stuffy conservative. And somehow can’t see how the continual loosening of sexual norms might actually empower predatory men, and put pressure on vulnerable girls? That seems delusional to me.

Let’s just say I have little patience for those on the left who loudly celebrate women sexualising themselves online, selling it as fun, feminist and risk-free, but are then horrified to hear about 12 year-olds doing the same thing. C’mon. No wonder they want to.

But I also find it frustrating to see some on the right approach this with what seems like a complete lack of compassion. I don’t think it helps to relentlessly ridicule and blame young women for sexualising themselves online. I don’t think it’s fair either. We can’t give girls Instagram at 12 and then be surprised when as young women they base their self-worth on the approval of strangers. We can’t inundate kids with sexual content all the time and be shocked when they don’t see sex as sacred, or think sex work is just work! We can’t give them platforms as pre-teens where they are rewarded for sexualising themselves and presenting themselves like products and then shame them for starting an OnlyFans. We can’t expose them to online worlds where everything is sexualised and then be confused why some of Gen Z see their sexuality as their entire identity.

And again, on top of these platforms, girls are growing up in a culture that celebrates all of this. They are being raised to believe that they must be liberated from every restraint around sex and relationships to be free and happy, and many have never heard any different. Celebrities encourage them to be a slut, get naked, make/watch porn and make money! Mainstream magazines teach them how to up their nude selfie game! Influencers tell millions of young followers to start an OnlyFans, and pretend it’s about empowering young girls to do whatever they want with their bodies! I can’t say this enough: their world is one where the commodification and sexualisation the self is so normalised. It’s heartbreaking. And cruel that anyone celebrates it.

So sure, young women make their own choices. But when we have children sexualising themselves online, when girls as young as 13 are using fake IDs to post explicit content on OnlyFans, when a third of those selling nudes on Twitter are under the age of 18, I think it’s safe to say we are failing them from an early age.

I guess what I’m trying to get across is this: it’s tough for girls right now. It’s tough to be twelve and anxious and feel unattractive and this is how everyone else is getting attention. It’s tough to constantly compare yourself to the hyper-sexualised influencers that the boys you’re interested in are liking and following and thinking you have to compete. It’s tough to feel like the choice is sexualise yourself or nobody will notice you. The sad reality is we live in a superficial, pornified culture that rewards this stuff, and in many ways punishes you if you’re modest and sensitive and reserved, and a lot of girls are just trying to keep up with it.

We need serious cultural change. We need to wake up to how insane this all is, how utterly mental it is that we allow young girls anywhere near social media, and how we’ve let the liberalising of sexual mores escalate to the point where pre-teens are posing like porn stars and are lied to that it’s liberation. And where we need to start is with an absolute refusal from parents to let their kids on these platforms.

So please. If the relentless social comparison and obliteration of their attention span and confusion about their identity wasn’t enough, this has to be. Don’t let your daughters on social media.

[krisp-xyz]

Was experimenting with halftone effects after watching this video and it almost has spiderverse vibes honestly. I actually learned some neat things about why printers use CMYK instead of just CMY so I thought I'd share !!

So in our optimal little computer space, Cyan (0,255,255), Magenta (255,0,255) and Yellow (255,255,0) all multiplied together gives us a perfect black (0,0,0) Awesome! The issue is that ink colors irl arent exactly perfect like this, and color is a bit more complicated irl compared to how computers represent it, so they aren't the greatest at combining into black if they aren't those perfect CMY values:

Left: CMY

Right: CMYK

(thats not even black, its a dark blue in the original image but dark colors just look so much richer)

An important step to make sure you arent doubling up on the black values though is to divide the image by it's own "value" (the max of all 3 color channels) that way the value is equal to 1 everywhere, and you're letting the black ink take care of the value on its own.

Left: CMY (normalized value)

Middle: K (black)

Right: Combined

Now obviously the grids of dots cant be aligned perfectly with each other because you'd just get a bunch of black dots in unwanted areas, but if the grids are misaligned, then some dots become more prominent than others which tints the whole image. This was an issue because older printing methods didn't have great accuracy and these grids were often misaligned.

The solution was to rotate these grids such that they can move around freely while getting rid of that tint effect if they aren't perfectly aligned :D

(I have no idea how they came up with these angles but that might be something to look into in the future who knows)

SPEAKING OF MISALIGNMENT

I wanted to implement that in my own filter to get some cool effects, and I discovered another reason CMYK is better than CMY for lots of stuff !!

With CMY, you're relying on the combination of 3 color channels to make the color black. This means if you have thin lines or just details in general, misalignment can make those details very fuzzy. Since CMYK uses a single color of ink to handle value, it reduces color fringing and improves clarity a lot even if you have the exact same misalignment as CMY!

Left: CMY

Right: You guessed it! CMYK

(yes these comparisons have the exact same color misalignment, the only difference is using a fourth ink color for black)

ANYWAY I just thought there was a lot of cool information in this tiny little day project, I also just think it looks really neat and wanted to share what I learned :3c

EDITING BECAUSE THERE'S ONE MORE THING I WANTED TO ADD

So, I talked about how to get K in addition to CMY instead of just CMY, but how exactly do you separate CMY from an image in the first place?

Well, CMY is a subtractive color space, meaning the "absence of color" is white, compared to RGB where it's black. This makes sense because ofc ink is printed on white paper. You can use dot product to get the "similarity" between two vectors, and this can be used to separate RGB actually! Using the dot product of a color and red (255,0,0) will give you just the red values of the image. This is cool though because if we get the dot product of our image and the color cyan (0,255,255), we can get the cyan values from our image too! If we first divide our colors by their value to separate the value from them, then separate CMY using those dot product values, and using K for our final black color value, our individual color passes end up looking like this:

While it's called a "subtractive" color space, I find it more intuitive to treat white as the absence of color here, and then multiply all these passes together. It makes it much easier to understand how the colors are combined imo. Notice how cyan is the opposite of red: (255,0,0) vs (0,255,255) and magenta and yellow are the opposites of green and blue respectively! This means you can actually kinda get away with separating the RGB values and just inverting some stuff to optimize this, but this example is much more intuitive and readable so I won't go too deep into that. THANKS FOR READING I know it's a very long post but I hope people find it interesting! I try my best to explain things in a clear and concise way :3

oh thank you I realized I should probably add an eyestrain tag

[kingofthering-two]

Hi guys, Maïna / kingofthering here. You might have heard or noticed that I got my account terminated yesterday (and had the joy to discover you don’t just lose your sideblog but all the blogs associated with your account).

What happened? As I mentioned last week, I received my 2nd strike for copyright infringement on the 11th of December and I protested it (sent a DMCA counter notice) on the 12th. Tumblr forwarded the counter notice to the claimant on the 16th, leaving them 10 business days to answer before I could get the strike taken away and the content restored. Unfortunately, yesterday, on the 19th, I received my third strike and it came with the termination of my account. 

How is it fair that tumblr lets you receive a new strike so soon after the precedent one, when you couldn’t even have the time to finish fighting the first one? I legitimately don’t know. I’ve tried to contact them about this but they don’t treat the messages since it’s coming from a terminated account. I think I need to send the message with another email address, which I might do later.

Could my account come back? In theory, from what I’ve read online, yes, but that remains to be seen from my end for me to be completely sure of that. My only current hope is for the blog to reappear when I get my first and second strikes removed (the first is from January but I never thought of fighting it before because it was videos so I thought they didn’t stand a chance but now I genuinely believe the type of content doesn’t matter). 

In September, there were 14 days between the counter notice being sent and me getting my content back (10 business days + weekends) and I suppose we might have to take into account Christmas here. I think that in the best case scenario, I might hear from tumblr on the 30th of December, maybe the 31st.

What now? I briefly considered using this as a (forced) break from tumblr. I tried to have one earlier this year and failed miserably. I think that the older I get, the less patience and tolerance I have for things that annoy me (and get past the filtering system) (but also things outside of tumblr, seeing my gifs get reposted to twitter, something that happened again recently, really annoys the fuck out of me). But, at the end of the day, the good outweighs the bad (annoying) far much, when it comes to this website and this community. If I check my tumblr app screentime on my phone, I might cry at how bad it is. I do want to finish the projects I have ongoing (the RPF survey answers will be studied and treated and shared) and keep in touch with everything happening on here.

I’m going to use this current account to browse tumblr at least until the end of the year. I’ve already seen glimpses of stories that I need to catch up on and I’ve seen you guys being very supportive already (thank you) so I felt like making myself reachable here was better. Posting wise, I’ll probably post about things that I know are safe i.e. things of my own (stats, my progress on the 2025 journals) and gifs of things not coming from Dorna (e.g. reels/tiktoks, podcast videos).

What then? The only thing I can tell you for sure is that no matter what happens next, I’m going to create an archive blog on a separate account (with a dedicated email address). This blog will not have posts of its own but only reblogs of content I originally posted on kingofthering. If I can have my old account back, the job will be made much easier (and will obviously be more complete). If not, I’ll have to rely on a lot of research to get things back as best as I can. Don’t worry about this for now, I’m going to wait until I know for sure about my old account to start the process (since the method will be very different depending on the answer on that).

For 2025, we will see. The thing is, even if I get my account back, I know that I will keep getting strikes (even if I’m not posting anything because old posts of mine have been targeted as well) and honestly, even if fighting them works, it’s both stressful and exhausting. Also, people have been winning the battles against the strikes for now but who knows how long that will last.

And like I mentioned, it’s a sideblog connected to all my other blogs which also depend on kingofthering’s faith. That includes my main blog that I’ve had since 2011 (I don’t use it much but I use it to keep all the useful stuff like the photoshop tutorials, writing prompts, etc), my hockey sideblog (not been using it much either lately but it does have some history I’d like to keep) and a bunch of others.

A solution to keep those other accounts safe would probably be to move everything motorsports related to a new account (maybe this one if I can get my main back) and delete the original kingofthering. It would pain me because of the history of this blog and what I would lose in the process (mostly the asks I haven’t gotten to answer and obviously the following that I had grown but I suppose that I can grow back little by little). It would also mean I couldn’t see anymore the posts in my notes and the tags people add to their reblogs (which is like half the purpose of posting in the first place) and that’s annoying as well but I suppose I could grieve that too, in theory.

If I don’t even get the account back, well. I talk about creating a new dedicated account but if it also gets striked (which I suppose will happen), it will be equally exhausting to fight fo it so, I don’t even know if I want to do that.

At this point, I know which content is safe for sure (or what has been safe so far for me) and there are still a lot of stuff that I enjoy sharing with you and getting your opinion on but giffing race weekends was the major part of my blog and I don’t know how I feel about giving that up. Anyway, much thoughts to have still.

Can you do something to help? I don’t think so. Or, well, not with recuperating my account. In regards with the copyright issue as a whole, though? I don’t know what to say because I don’t know what’s the best course of action there. I’ve seen some discussions around about emails and a petition and involving other social media and bigger people but I genuinely don’t know what’s the best thing to do. I’ve personally always considered tumblr as this little (safe for everything) bubble and I don’t exactly feel comfortable “exposing” some of my content here to the rest of the world (some people on tumblr are already mean enough about RPF, I don’t need to see what people not on here have to say about it). That’s obviously just me and I’m not going to keep anyone from doing what they think is right. Part of me wants to believe that things will fix themselves once Liberty Media take over but that’s not a sure thing and the frequency of strikes lately has been quite worrying so I understand the need to do something. Some thinking over to do there too.

Where can you find me? For tumblr, on here for now. I’m going to post this on the motogp tag and I’ll try to follow my mutuals (from memory so, going to miss a lot of people for sure, sorry in advance). I might appreciate a reblog of this post to spread the word. I still have my twitter (mostly talking stats), the blog and my tiktok (barely being used but still in existence).

If I do the set ups correctly I’ll have my DMs open here and askbox open to anons. I am still bad at answering those, though, so apologies in advance there as well.

(Also, I just got home for the holidays and literally learned about the news when I was in the train yesterday afternoon, so, worst timing ever.)

[lovelystarkersworld]

Guilt Ridden

Peter strikes up a plan to seduce his mentor but doesn't realize how much he's messing with the man. Brought to you by many episodes of Kitchen Nightmares.

tw: underage(?) no specified age but peter can be seen anywhere from 16-19 and him being a teen is a dilemma (hence the title)

word count: 10.1k

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62289841

The first time Tony saw Peter was when he was walking into his own house to find the older man sitting on the couch talking to his aunt and it’s an image that he treasures. He had looked so starstruck and his eyes were wide with adoration, Tony wanted to ruin that innocent persona. When he first had that thought as the boy had stumbled over his words, he wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.

Tony had never prided himself on being a good man because he had his slip ups in his past and he was known for only using people for a quick fuck but he'd never once stooped so low to think a teenager was attractive. He was old enough to be this boys father, he should be thinking about how attractive his aunt is. She's much more age appropriate and don't get him wrong, she's beautiful but he found himself enraptured by the boy.

So when they are alone in his room, he's swallowing back any remark that dared to leave his mouth about how attractive he was. Tony was never known for having a filter and not flirting so he fought tooth and nail to hold them back and stay true to what he'd come for, to recruit the boy. The Avengers were having a falling out and it was looking more and more like there'd be a fight, not that he wanted one, and he thought the boy would be a good helping hand. And to his surprise, he's able to keep everything PG between the two.

He only saw Peter twice before the fight: once when Tony had come over again under the guise of wanting to go over the game plan with him. Sure he did actually have to tell the boy how everything was going to go down but he could've waited til the day of or before to do that, he just wanted to see him again. The next time is when he finally gives into the boy's pleas to see his Iron Man suit and when the boy bends over his hotel bed to grab a blueprint that sits forgotten, it makes him want to throw himself off of a roof. He gets a beautiful picture of Peter's round ass in his tight jeans and he hates how hard he stares, the guilt boiling in his stomach.

Tony's in his hotel room working on his third glass of two fingers of whiskey when he's receiving a receipt to his email. He opens it curiously because he knows for a fact he hadn't bought anything and Happy wouldn't use his account for things. He's met with a charge to the television which only causes him to furrow his brows more, maybe he was hacked? That thought only solidifies more in his mind when he reads the title of the...movie. Older Man Fucks Boy Raw.

Peter. The name settles deep in his brain and his eyes widen, hand stopping midway as it brings the glass of liquor to his lips. Was Peter watching porn two rooms over? More importantly, was he watching porn with a large age gap? He stares down at his phone but doesn't dare to do more, fire in his chest spreading down to his gut as he wonders what the video was, what the boy was doing. He could be laying down on the luxurious bed with his pants and boxers tossed to the floor, hand wrapped around himself as he pumped his cock. Was his shirt on or off? Were those hard abs he knew the young boy had on show for the empty, cold room? What if he was circling his tight hole with his fingers?

He doesn't even notice when his empty hand is reaching down to grope himself through his pants, his cock already growing hard from the nasty thoughts of the boy. The alcohol worked to make the worry wash away and the only thing filling his mind are pictures of Peter in different positions as his ass gets stuffed probably for the first time. God, he was most likely a virgin. Now that thought had him downing the rest of his drink, the ice freezing his lips which helped to ground him from his growing neediness. He sets the glass down on the bedside table and his hand finds its way down into his sleep pants, stroking his dick through his tight boxers. His phone has slipped through his hand and is sitting on the mattress, face up and glowing to remind him of what the young teenager was doing just a couple of rooms away.

It didn't take long for him to shove the bottoms down his tan thighs and wrap a hand fully around himself. His head tipped back and gently hit the wall as he allowed himself to finally give into the week long thoughts about the young boy. He didn't even try to hold back the moans that were slipping past his lips, if anything he wished Peter was here to make it that much more noisy. He has to physically pause his strokes and take a deep breath in when his mind supplies him with the idea of messaging Peter, no that was too far.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly and tries to redirect this thoughts which is quite easy to do when, for once, he's not swallowing back the idea of fucking the boy into his bed. He came quicker than he has in a long time, spilling over his fist with the whisper of Peter's name hanging in the air. As he comes down from his high, realization of what he did settles deep in his gut.

He wants the throw up, he just got off to Peter. Something he'd been avoiding doing for days because he knew it was a pipeline that he needed to avoid. He stands from his bed and drags himself to his bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he makes his way there. Tony stares at his nude body in the mirror and he feels bile crawling up his throat, disgusted with himself. He takes a scalding hot shower and scrubs himself raw, trying to wash away the nasty guilt that spreads through this body. For once ever in his life, he felt sinful.

He avoids the boy the next day, letting him instead pester Happy as he sat in his hotel room mulling over what he did last night. He couldn't so much as hear the boy without the, quickly becoming familiar, feeling of guilt spreading through his chest. And when it's the day of the fight, he swallows all feelings he has for the boy and tells himself that he wouldn't slip up during the fight but he is still avoiding him as much as he can, not even staying when he dropped off the new suit.

Thankfully during the fight, he's not distracted. He's able to put his full focus on trying to stop the others but yet he still fails in doing so but he's dismissed Peter from the fight earlier, he'd been thrown around too much for his liking. He doesn't see Peter for a long while after that, he's busy healing from the 'breakup' of the people he once saw as a family and for once he's thankful for his shit life, it distracted him from how disgusting he felt in himself.

His sexual thoughts of the boy eventually become background noise when he's busy making sure Peter doesn't kill himself by going against villains too big for him, maybe he's underestimating the younger boy but he didn't want to risk him dying. He'd only have to deal with more guilt surrounding the boy then so he takes the suit away and leaves the boy in tears in some clothes they picked up along the way.

Eventually he proves himself to Tony and the man for the first time ever, felt something more than sexual desire for him. That has him racing home and downing more liquor than he can keep count of, his mind racing so much that he can't even focus on the car he's working on. Of course the universe would make him even more of a disgrace to walk this planet and have a crush on a teenage boy.

He can't continue pushing Peter away because the boy doesn't understand the dilemma he was going through because why would he? Why would he think that the older man he had a crush on since he was a little boy had rubbed one out to the thought of him before? All he knew was that Tony cared for him even when he thought he hadn't so he pushed Mr. Stark to actually give him an internship under him so he could learn from one of the smartest men. Tony gives in eventually, saying that Peter could come down to the lab once a week to help him on projects. Except once a week turns to twice, to three times to four and eventually Peter is at Tony's lab at night more often than not.

It's hard on Tony to not give into his wants, he had never been one to try and hold back so it takes every inch of will to not slam the pretty boy against his desk and make him beg for more. He wonders if Peter had ever fucked someone before, stuck his dick into something other than his fist. It'd taken a bit for Tony to accept that he was a switch and the idea of someone hitting his prostate as he buried his face in the sheets was a hot one and when he adds Peter to that fantasy? It only works to make him not be able to make eye contact with him without that image burning in his brain for a couple days.

More often than not, he was drowning his disgust in alcohol and reverting back to his old ways of hooking up with strangers except now they were cute brunette boys who were in their teens, too young for a man like him to fucking and if he had to bite his tongue so he wasn't moaning his young interns name, no one had to know. When they moaned his name under him he would whisper in their ear to call him Mr. Stark and they all passed it off as a honorific kink, which it partially was, but mainly was because it reminded him of a certain brown, doe-eyed boy calling for him.

Peter eventually noticed how much more Tony was sleeping around, he sometimes would arrive early to hear moans and the slapping noise of skin hitting each other and he's sure Mr. Stark is fucking the boy so good. He'd caught glances of the boys his mentor slept with occasionally when he came up from the lab to grab water, in reality he was hoping to hear more of those noises for later tonight when he was alone, and he noticed that Tony had a type. Cute, young, pale, brunette boys who had big brown eyes and that's when he got the bad or maybe great idea.

Who's to say he can't seduce Tony to his bed? The similarities were uncanny. He just had to learn how seduction works because he was not going to embarrass himself in front of his longtime crush. It was weeks before Peter finally let his plan become reality, he'd spent countless hours watching spicier movies and even reading books to learn how to pull this man into his trap. He refrained from porn because he knew it was all overly staged and probably wouldn't do him any good.

The plan was a simple one, first it has to ensure that Tony was actually attracted to him like he thought. It would be many days of bending over the bench to read blueprints, arching his back, “Wait this one?” He’d ask as he looked over his shoulder, batting his lashes. He would stand a little too close to Tony when they were talking. His hands would trail over the man's biceps as he explained something to the younger boy, “Thank you for helping, Mr. Stark. You're so good to me.” and Tony should really stop him from the obvious wanting but he can't. Everytime he feels the boy's hot breath fan across his lips when they talk he can feel that oh so familiar burn in his stomach of both hot need and guilt bubbling.

Peter learned that each time he would get too close or push too much, Tony would pull back and have a look on his face that was mixed with excitement and dread. He couldn't blame him, he was young after all but he allowed the touches and let him get a little too close. So phase two of his plan comes into action, finally allowing himself to go on that date one of his older classmates had been asking him out after they'd hooked up once and tell the older man all the gritty details, except for the sexual part, in hopes it would strike some jealousy in him. And it works, he can see the tick of the man's jaw as he talks about it. He sees the way his fist clenched around his tool a little too tight but nothing happens. That's okay, Peter didn't expect it to. It was to sew threads of jealousy deep into the man's brain.

Tony could feel a new feeling churn in his stomach alongside the usual ones that sat there, jealousy. Peter had never shown interest in anyone before, at least not to him so the knowledge that in a couple of days he would be going out with some random kid from his school made anger flood his veins. That only worked to make his guilt all the much worse, he shouldn't care if Peter was dating. He was supposed to date, he was at the correct age for it after all but the idea of some other boy wrapping his arm around that beautiful waist and pulling him in close was not one he wanted.

Peter didn't know how much he was truly messing with the older man. Each time Peter bid his goodbye and left him alone, Tony would put all his work down and rest his forehead against his desk. He would sit there for minutes, just staring at the ground below him in dread. Eventually he would get up and drown out his thoughts with liquor, like he's used to, and go back to working but he wouldn't get much done. His thoughts would be too clouded and eventually he would leave his house to find another cute brown haired boy who he could fuck in oblivion. And when he was done and the boy left, he would shower under hot water to wash away his shame. A new routine of his.

Meanwhile Peter was thinking of phase three, he would start talking about sex around Tony. He wasn't exactly experienced in that area, he'd only given one blow job in his life and it was with that kid who asked him out. They're sitting in the lab, music playing in the background as Peter helped update the new spider-man suit Tony had built him, when Peter finally speaks up. He'd been thinking of how to bring up sex without it being overly obvious what he was doing, “Can I ask you for some advice, Mr. Stark?”

Tony looked up from the Iron Man suit he was fixing and nodded his head, “Of course, kid.” Is his simple response as he turns back to his work.

“I’m thinking of,” He paused for a moment, “of taking the next step with Jeremy.” Peter really had no plans of letting that boy take his virginity but Tony didn't have to know that, “That kid I went on a date with a couple weeks back and I just,” He sighed softly, “I don't know how to, you know, seduce someone…”

Tony paused his movements and silence filled the room for a long moment. His mind raced with thoughts, what does he mean the next step? As in have sex? Give home self up to that boy? He swallowed thickly, “Don't you think it's too soon for that?” It's hypocritical coming from him, he'd never been one to take it slow but the idea of someone else touching Peter made him angry.

Peter shrugged softly, “I dunno,” He looked at his mentor who was staring at the leg of his suit but hands were stuck in the same position, “I like him a lot and he's really sweet to me.” Not really a lie, Jeremy was a kind boy but Peter had no real feelings for him and he does feel a bit bad for using the boy but he had no plans on accepting any more dates with him, he didn't want to lead the boy on, “What do you think?”

Tony realized how he had yet to actually continue working so his hand finally continued the careful tinkering, “I think you shouldn't give it to a boy you barely know.” You shouldn't give it to anyone but me.

Peter nods slowly in agreement, “Maybe you're right.” He drops the subject now that the new seed has been planted and the two go back to their work.

Peter doesn't bring up sex again until days later, it was late at night and the younger was gathering his belongings to head home–against Tony's wishes, it was so late and Peter had his own quarters in the, growing empty, tower but the boy had school tomorrow morning so he had to get home. That doesn't stop him from walking up behind Tony, who was entranced in his work before him to notice to approach until he feels a warm hand gently trace up his muscular arm.

“I should be heading out soon, Mr. Stark.” He says and Tony's turning his head to look at the pretty boy. He nods softly in agreement, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Pete.” It was so usual for the boy to come over after school that he expected him to show up.

“Oh! I took your advice.” Peter let his fingers trail down his arm before dropping his hand. As much as he wanted to feel up the muscles that Tony usually hid unless he was working down in the lab and wore those damn tank tops, he knew he couldn't touch too much without spooking the older man.

Tony's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his head tilted to the side just slightly, “What advice?” He hasn't forgotten about their conversation, God no. It sat deep in his brain and ate him up at night as he tried to fall asleep. It usually ended with him either staying up for nights on end, blaring music as he worked to drown out his thoughts.

“About sleeping with the kid, Jeremy.” Peter explains further and he has to hide back the smirk that dares to spread onto his face and as he sees Tony's jaw clench at the sole mention of the boy's name, it had to be working.

“That's good, kid.” His response was cut and short, too afraid that if he opened his mouth more than he would let out too much and he would end up digging himself into a deep hole.

“Mhm, figured I should probably save it for someone more…experienced.” The last word comes out breathy and he's leaned in a little too close to the man's ear, whispering the word.

The reminder of when he lost restraint that night in his hotel room came crashing down on him as he remembered Peter watching porn to get off. A teasing remark sat on his tongue but he bit back, he shouldn’t allow himself to slip but he let out a strained laugh, “Experienced, huh?” He shouldn't be encouraging this conversation more, he should've cut it off and sent the boy on his way but he can't help but pry.

Tony can feel the hot breath hitting his neck as Peter spoke the next words, “Yeah, I hear older men know how to do it better anyways.” He's laying it on thick now, it's clear what his intentions are to anyone who understands the basics of flirting. Nervousness was settling in his gut at the idea of being rejected but he knew it was likely and sure enough Tony was coughing lightly after a moment of silence, “You should get home.” He's quick to change the conversation and run the boy out.

Peter smiled and nodded, “Bye, Mr. Stark.” The name dropped off his tongue teasingly, it was still whispered almost sensually into the older man's ear. He pulls back and gives Tony another smile before he's twirling around and waltzing out and heading home.

That night was the second time Tony let himself fall into his thoughts as he laid in bed hoping to doze off. He’d done the same as that night in Germany and shoved his bottoms down to stroke his quickly growing cock. He came just as quickly as he had in the hotel but this time he was sober so he couldn't blame it on a drunken mind when he eventually comes down from his sex riddled brain.

Peter continues this little game for months, touches that lingered a bit too long and topics that were inappropriate for their relationship but they happen more and more often and one day the stars just so happened to align in his favor.

It was a Friday and the night grew closer and closer but Peter had yet to wrap up what he'd been working on to head home. For the first time in a while, he wasn't thinking of seducing Mr. Stark which might be why everything worked out the way it did. What's that saying about things coming your way when you're not expecting it? When you are expecting something, nothing happens. When you don't expect anything, everything happens. The upgrade to his suit that he'd been working on for the past month, Tony let him do it all by himself!, was finally coming together and he was excited to try it out in a couple days. A simple upgrade, his webshooters got jammed more often than not and well that obviously couldn't benefit him in fights so he was working on a new version that would give more room for the fluid to be released.

“Ah shit.” The words are mumbled after a soft hiss sounds throughout the room and Peter looks up from his work to see Tony with his pointer finger in his mouth, gently sucking on it to soothe the pain Peter assumed.

“What happened?” He asked to which Tony just looked over at him, not realizing the other had heard him and without pulling out his finger he responded honestly, “Jus’ burn’ed myself by acciden’.” His words slurred and mumbled around his thick pointer finger. The burner sat on his work bench cooling slowly after the older man sat it down to tend to his wound.

Peter's eyes are trained on the way Tony's pretty lips are wrapped around his finger and gently sucking on it to help the burn. It's a completely innocent act but it sends a familiar feeling of heat through his body. How could his mentor look so good doing something so little? He doesn't notice that Tony has stopped suckling on the finger and is looking back at Peter until the man is pulling out his finger slowly, the boy's eyes follow the way it pulls the bottom lip down slowly and it bounces back in place. He blinks back into reality now that the distraction is gone and he blushed at the realization that he'd been caught staring.

Tony had caught on to what the boy had been doing early on and he'd been able to evade every move easily. The guilt in his chest overruled the need to know how he feels for the boy, except for those two times that took weeks for Tony to fully get rid of the feeling that gnawed at him, but when he catches Peter staring at his mouth with hungry eyes it does something to him. There is a fire behind those pretty brown eyes that he'd never seen before and his brain is giving him the idea of how needy Peter would look if Tony put on a show for him but he doesn't, he pulls out his finger like the semi respectable man he was but for once he's at a loss for words. What do you say when the boy you've been lusting for clearly has the hots for you but you can't make a move because it was wrong to advance the situation? That thought almost makes him laugh. Apparently he was Tony Stark, the epitome of morally correct choices now. Then the boy is opening his mouth and he wasn't expecting the words that came out.

“I can help suck on it. I've been told I’m pretty good at making it feel better.”

The double meaning is clear to anyone and Tony's not sure how true the words were but the idea of someone else having been able to feel the way those pink lips wrap around and suck, been able to see the way Peter looked up through his lashes has the jealousy that he only felt when he remembered that boy from Peter’s school returning. This was one thing the boy hadn't tried yet, directly flirting sexually with him and there was something about the way Peter looked so innocent yet spoke so sensually. Tony is pretty good with handling these situations, he'd been flirted with more than enough times to know how to flip the switch, “Oh? How good are you, pretty?”

The words slip from his mouth before he can even realize what he's saying because it's so normal for him to flirt he doesn't realize who he's flirting with. Not to mention all the pent up need for the boy, it was a ticking bomb til he opened his mouth like always. He wants to take it back immediately because Peter’s eyes widen slightly as the realization of his words settles in and he's quickly latching onto the opening, “Never had any complaints, in fact I’m always met with a lot of encouragement.” He doesn't mention that he's only ever given one so there wasn't much feedback to begin with but that one time, he'd been told how good he was for a virgin so he can only assume that he's okay at it.

Peter is standing from his bench seat slowly and walking towards Tony, steps small but not hesitant. The older man's eyes follow him and he can see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, “Pete…” That's all he says to stop the boy and he knows he should do more because he knows how this will end. He's been here more than once in his life but this was the first time he should be stopping it. Peter is finally standing in front of him and Tony has to tilt his head up slightly from where he sat to continue the eye contact, “Would you like to see how good, Mr. Stark?” The question is asked so softly and Tony can feel the fingers start to trail up his forearm, “I’ll make it even better for you.” He's leaning forward slowly and his touch reaches the man's strong muscles.

“Peter. You shouldn't.” He needs to pull away. He needs to stop this. This was approaching dangerous territory very quickly and he was going to do something he regretted but as much as he knows what he should be doing, he can't find it in him to do it now. Not when Peter's face is approaching so much closer with those big brown eyes, “What? You don't want me?” The question is bratty, he knows that, but it would force the other to say the truth one way or another.

“What? No, that's not what-I mean,” Tony inhaled a deep breath after his small slip up, “You're young and my intern.” He feels Peter's fingers wrap around his bicep, “You should get home.” He's trying to cut the conversation off and send the boy home, it usually worked. Peter would always take the hint and never push, always giving him his pretty smile and a chirpy ‘Okay, Bye Mr. Stark!’ before taking himself home but today? Today, Tony let out slip that he did want him and Peter caught onto it because he's smiling big and sweetly at him and his hand is squeezing his arm softly before letting his finger trail through every grove of the deep lines to his muscles.

“Oh c’mon,” Their faces are so close that Tony can feel the warm heat of Peter’s breath hit his lips, “I’ve been saving it for you, y’know?” Tony's brows furrowed at the confession before he realized what he was saying, his virginity. Heat runs from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his feet at those words because obviously Tony knew he was a virgin and he knew he liked older men, he'd admitted both without Tony asking, and Tony suspected the attraction early on but the confirmation that he was desired by him makes him run hot. Even if he did give in, he couldn't give the boy what he wanted right now. There was no lube in this room and he was not going to take this precious boy’s first time in a cold lab.

“We really shouldn't.” Is all he says but he's not stopping the situation even though the voice in his brain is yelling at him to push Peter away but the horny part of his brain is telling him to lean forward and close the distance between the two. He doesn't. He can't but Peter isn't letting him get away, he's filling his space with that familiar scent of cheap cologne that drove Tony's mind crazy.

“Let me make you feel good.” The words drip from his lips and Tony can't tear his eyes away from them, “Just this once.” Peter's lips graze against his own softly as he speaks, “Do you want me to stop?” The question hangs heavy in the thick air. No, please don't stop. Tony stared at the lips so close to him and he didn't answer the question because he'd be lying if he said yes, “Peter…” The name leaves him again as a hail mary and that was the last thing said before the young boy is biting the bullet and leaning forward to seal the gap between them.

Tony stills frozen for a long moment, eyes wide in shock because he wasn't expecting Peter to actually surge forward and kiss him. Sure the flirting and growing tension should've given him that idea but he just assumed Peter would back out like he always did. Peter doesn't have to let the lack of reciprocation make him fill with anxiety because after only a couple of seconds, Tony is finally giving into him and his eyes fall closed as his lips finally find the pace of the boys. It's not as hot and messy as one would expect for a kiss that had been building up. Instead their lips are moving against one another in a wonder-filled kiss, learning the feel of each other's lips. Peter’s were so much softer than his slightly chapped ones and was that cherry he tasted? Chapstick probably, it would explain why they were so smooth.

Peter doesn't want to pull away from the kiss, it would give Tony time to overthink the situation and he had finally gotten what he wanted so he presses his lips to the man’s own with more pressure. Tony doesn't hesitate to reciprocate the feel, tilting his head up and pushing his weight against his seat so he could match the kiss. Peter can finally let his hands truly feel up the older man now so he lets both of them find their way to the older man's covered abdomen. They trail up his stomach slowly and he wishes he could feel the smooth skin against his own so they find their way up the tight tank top. His fingers grazed the skin gently and Tony's hands were trembling beside him. He gripped the chair tightly as the kiss began to grow hotter the more they spent kissing, Tony could only hold back how horny he was for Peter so much now that the seal was broken.

The man's tongue pressed up against the boys gently in invitation to turn the heat up and Peter happily accepted, letting his tongue slip out and graze over Tony's as their lips moved together. Peter noticed the lack of hands on his body and well that wouldn't do so he reached out blindly, following the length of Tony's body until he found his wrists. He grabs them gently and pulls them away from the iron grip they hand on the seat below him. Peter leads them to his hips, encouraging the touch. Tony's fingers grasped the hips gently at first but as the kiss continued, his fingers tightened more and more until his right hand was letting go and Peter rejoiced when he felt the warmth lead over his side.

Tony had given into his wants and all of the usual feeling of guilt was gone, being replaced with the burn of need. So when Tony has to pull away because his head is growing light and he can feel less and less oxygen in his lungs, he doesn't hesitate to lean up more and press wet kisses to the boy's neck. Peter is happy to tilt his head to the side and encourage the open mouthed kisses. His own hand found its way to the man's thick hair, tangling his fingers into it and gently pushing his face closer into the crease of his neck.

Tony's hands find his hips again and he pulls the boy in close to his body, thighs spreading to invite his body in as far as possible. Then they're trailing behind his body and down until he's finally giving into his long awaited want, groping the boy's cute, pert ass. His lips are still trailing over the pale neck until he settles on the pulse point right where his neck meets his collarbone and then he sucks. Tony was never one to leave marks on his partners, they were usually one offs but the idea of seeing Peter tomorrow with a hickey he left made his mind race.

Peter can't help the soft moan that leaves his lips at the feel of his neck being sucked. He's never felt anything quite like it and it was hot, the knowledge that he would look into his mirror for the next few days with the reminder of what happened here was what really turned him on. After so many nights of trying to get the man into his pants, tonight would finally be the night. Mr. Stark's thick fingers are digging into the flesh of his butt, squeezing and rolling the skin as if he'd been thinking of doing this for just as long as he has.

Peter uses the grip in the older man's hair to pull him back and Tony lets out a loud moan at the feel of a sharp tug to the locks and the noise sends a shiver down the boy's spine, he needed to hear that more. He is eager to straddle the older man's lap, having dreamt of this moment for years. His legs hang off the side of the chair and he sits directly on top of the other’s crotch. He doesn't dare speak in case he accidentally makes Tony snap out of his horny haze and realize what he's doing so his lips find the man's again but this time the kiss is what you would've expected their first to be, needy and filled with lust. Their tongues touch each other and Tony is taking the boys into his mouth and suckling on it. That has Peter moaning out loudly which in turn, Tony's hands find his glutes again and give them a sharp squeeze. Their lips find the fast rhythm again and Peter’s hands are feeling the older man up completely, finally getting to feel his childhood crush up. He feels Tony’s hands push his body up and his ass rubs up against the older man's clothed crotch. Peter is quick to get the hint and his hips begin to grind down against the man. His own crotch was being pushed up against the man's stomach with each grind and it was obvious how needy he was growing from how hard his dick was already.

There are soft pants being shared between the heated kiss and Tony is growing more and more desperate. Believe it or not, he was still holding back slightly but it wasn't going to last with how good it felt to have the boy's butt rubbing against him. He hadn't felt this horny over some simple grinding and kissing since he was a teenager, his cock was already twitching in interest. His hands roll the flesh of the boy's ass, still guiding his hips back and forth in a rocking movement. The kiss is growing more and more intense by the second, Tony's tongue basically invading the boy's mouth now.

There was a burning sensation filling Tony’s lungs at the lack of air but he wanted to continue the feel of the sloppy, wet lips on his own. He can only put off the need for oxygen for so long and he's pulling back against every want in his body but he doesn't have to dread it for long because Peter is taking the next step and sensually pulling himself off of the older man's lap. His hands trail down the man's chest, abdomen, to his thighs and Tony inhales a breath through his teeth, a hiss ringing through the room.

Peter continues the slow trail of his hands down the man's thick thighs as he lowers himself down to his knees gently, careful not to hurt his knees on the tiled floor. Tony is catching onto the intention quickly and his hands come out in front of him for a moment, “Pete, we really shouldn't.” It's a weak attempt to stop what was inevitably going to happen because his thighs are spreading open to invite the boy between them and although his hand had come forward, he wasn't pushing the other away.

“Tell me to stop.” Peter dares, looking up at the older man from his new position between Tony's legs. Their eyes met and there was a fire behind Peters because he knew the chance of Tony going back on his wants right now we're low and he's proven correct when Tony says nothing and just lets his hand fall down beside him. A grin finds its way onto the boy’s face, “I promise I’ll make it worth it.” His hands are stroking his thighs again until they find their way up to undo the button of the older man's jeans. Peter’s eyes are glued on his crotch as he begins to slowly pull down the bottoms, hooking his fingers into the man's boxers along the way and dragging them down with the help of Tony lifting his hips from the seat. They fall down to a pool around the older man's ankles and he kicks them off somewhere beside them.

His cock isn't fully hard yet but there was definitely some chub and that's okay, Peter would make his throb in need soon enough. The boy's hand trails up his, now exposed, thighs until it's wrapping around his dick. He pumps it slowly at first but is gaining momentum quickly. He'd never given a handjob to anybody before so he could only assume that what he did to himself late at night would also feel good to Tony. He is concentrating on growing the man's arousal and making him fill out completely. He's only thinking of how big Tony could possibly be. Sure there were plenty of leaked videos of Tony that Peter has spent countless nights touching himself to them but none clear enough to get a good look at his dick.

Tony let out a breathy moan as he watched Peter’s smaller hand move up and down his shaft. His cock was growing to full size in no time now that the younger boy was paying full attention to him and Peter was obsessed with the feeling of the cock hardening under his touch, it made him feel attractive, knowing that someone like Tony Stark was into him in a sexual way.

Peter looked up at Tony through his thick lashes and leaned forward slowly, mouth falling open and his tongue came peaking out. He licked a clean stripe from the base of his dick all the way up to the tip, letting his tongue trail over the slit softly which resulted in a shaky inhale of breath from the man above. There was a salty taste settling on his tongue and he was already thinking that Tony tasted better than the boy from his class. He clears his mind of the thought, now is not the time to be thinking of someone other than the man of his dreams and that man is letting out low moans each time he feels the boy's hand move down.

Peter stops drawing out the moment to print the image of his mentor moaning above him in his brain to finally wrap his lips around the tip of his dick and he suckles on it like a lollipop. The taste of him has a moan slipping past his lips, he wished he could print this into his mind but he knows that eventually he will forget the way the salty sweat tasted in his tongue so he makes sure to enjoy the moment. He can feel the eyes of the older man on him so he lets his own come up again to make eye contact as his tongue begins to swirl around the tip. He lets his tongue wiggle into the slit and that gets him a loud moan in return.

Tony was watching the boy closely because he knew that he couldn't do this again, he shouldn't be doing this now but there's no way he can stop. There's no point in stopping now, the boy had already wrapped those pink lips around his cock and was suckling on it like it was a candy. His hand comes up and it tangles in the thick, brown curls but he's not pushing him down, he's just holding it in place and the image of his hand touching the boy as he swirls his tongue around the tip has more moans erupting from his throat.

Peter is encouraged by the sounds and he begins to sink down to the shaft, slowly taking more and more in until he can't anymore. He's a little upset that he can't take it down all the way but he can't be blamed for not knowing how to deepthroat. Not that Tony seems to mind, he's still letting out consecutive small moans with each inch Peter takes into his mouth. It's only about half, maybe less, before Peter feels a gag in the back of his throat so he stops sinking down and focuses on the part he has in his mouth. He pulls his head up until only the tip is in his mouth and then sinks back down, then up and back down and soon enough he is setting a rhythm. His tongue laid flat against the underside of the cock as he bobbed his head, his hand resuming the stroking on the part that didn't fit in his mouth.

Tony could care less that Peter wasn't deepthroating him, it was already the best blowjob of his life because it was him. It was the boy of his guilty desires and secret wet dreams that had him taking cold showers almost every morning. His head wanted to tilt back and his eyes wanted to shut to enjoy the moment but he didn't dare look away from Peter’s sweet mouth wrapped around his thick cock. He wasn't very long, sitting at a comfortable 5 inches but he was thick. Thick enough that Peter's fingers didn't touch and his mouth was stretched wide and the sight was driving the older man crazy. His own mouth was hanging open and his moans were bouncing off the walls of his lab, reminding him of where they were and how easily they could get caught through the class windows that lined the room but he can't find it in him to give a fuck. Not when Peter is picking up the pace of his head and bobbing faster, saliva begins to pool around the sides of his mouth and threatens to drool over his thighs so a hand comes up and with the back of his hand he wipes the side of his mouth.

Tony's hand catches the boy's wrist as it goes to clean the other side and the grip is tight, “Leave it. Make a mess for me.” He finally lets go of the boy and Peter is flushed red at the demand, of course Tony would like messy blowjobs. He wasn't exactly sure how to make a mess but he's sure he can figure it out, he's a smart boy. Peter goes back to concentrating on bobbing his head and when he feels the spit drip down his chin he leaves it, even when it starts to feel cold against his skin and grows a little annoying. The lab was soon filled with not only Tony’s moans but also the ‘schlick’ from the man's cock being repeatedly sucked and it was a little sloppy, Peter wasn’t an expert and sometimes would take too much into his mouth causing him to pull back with a gag or his teeth would lightly scrape over the skin but Tony only found it so much hotter that way. The slip ups reminded him that Peter was an inexperienced virgin and he was ruining the boy's innocence, it was hot. Not to mention, the scrape of teeth should've turned him off but he was always a masochist so it only served to make heat burn in his stomach.

Peter was putting his all into it now and he could be a pornstar with how good he looked concentrated on a fat cock filling his mouth. He could feel the spit spilling from the sides of his mouth and lubricating the rest of the cock and it dripped down to the man's balls. The boy's empty hand moved up and cupped them, rolling the two between his fingers and he gave them a soft squeeze which earned him a beautiful moan from the older man. Each moan only encouraged the boy to bob his head faster and suction his lips tighter.

Maybe it was the way the boy played with his balls or the way his tiny mouth barely fit around him but Tony could feel his orgasm growing closer and closer. Tony mumbled a small, “Fuck, Pete.” As the rush of pleasure flooded through his veins. He was pushing back his need to cum but it would only last so long, “Gonna cum.” Is the only wanting the man can force out of his mouth as Peter begins to tongue his way into the slit of his dick again. His grip on the curls tightens as he gives in to the want of tilting his head back and shutting his eyes. He fights back to urge to buck his hips up into the tight mouth, Peter probably couldn't handle face fucking just yet. No, not yet. That makes it seem like there will be another time and there won't be. He has to make sure of that.

Peter is doubling his efforts at the warning and the grip in his hair is the encouragement he needed to try and take more of the cock into his mouth. He doesn't make it far before he is trying to pull back with a cough daring to come out but Tony is holding down his head because he's so close. Peter sputters around the cock, a cough getting caught in his throat and it squeezes Tony’s cock just right. The spit is dripping down his chin and all over the man's cock, ballsack, and onto the chair beneath the older man, completely making a sloppy mess of the man's bottom area.

The older man is letting out loud moans into the air and the thought of being a respectable man and not filling the boy's mouth with cum flashes in his mind but before he can even try to pull back, both of Peter's hands are reaching up and grabbing his hips in a tight grip and holding him in place. Tony now realizes he definitely underestimated the boy's strength in fights because he can feel the dig of fingers in his flesh pinning him down to the seat. The idea of Peter having him ass up on a his egyptian sheets and using that strength to hold him in place as he rams his dick into him was filling his brain, he's sure Peter would learn how to fuck him quickly—the boy was always so good at picking up anything new that Tony introduced him to during their shared lab time or sparring that he knows the boy wouldn't be any different in bed. It shows with how quickly Peter had learned to suck dick, the slip ups not happening as much as Tony would want to make his nasty brain remember how innocent Peter was. He can feel the warmth in his stomach growing and his thighs were beginning to shake as he grew closer to the edge. Tony's moans grew louder and louder and Peter knew from all those nights of watching his leaked porn videos that he was getting closer with each bob of his head. There was precum leaking onto the boy’s tongue, so much of it and it was warm and salty–a hint of what his cum would taste like.

Peter feels the spurts of warm cum fill his mouth and a loud moan leaves his throat. His cum is, thankfully, not horrendous tasting and he's more than happy to swallow every bit the man has to offer. It honestly was good to him, well maybe not good but it was definitely a taste Peter wouldn't mind tasting every day of his life. He slowly pulls off of his cock but stops when he gets to the tip and starts to suckle on it like he did at the beginning. He feels the man's thighs tremble beneath him in overstimulation and he hears the pick of soft whines.

“Peter! Fuck!” Tony moans loudly and grips the locks roughly, the feeling of him sucking on his tip was borderline painful but in a good way. His hips try to move up to fuck the boys mouth but he can't move and when Peter feels him trying, the grip tightens even more and he can feel the ache on his hips. It wasn't knew to him that he liked overstimulation, he would fuck himself until he was dumb some nights when he needed to feel something so he's more than open to letting Peter continue until the boy is tired but the boy is pulling off with an over exaggerated ‘pop’ and Tony hears a giggle ringing through the room. He opens his eyes and looks back down to see Peter staring up at him with a big grin on his face, “I knew I could make you cum.”

Tony is panting above him, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. His brain hadn't fully cleared yet and he knows the boy is aching in his pants, “C’mere, Pete.” He ignores the boy's statement and is using his hands to grab the boy by his wrist and dislodges the tight grip on his hips to pull him back up onto his lap. His view is soon blocked by the boy's body straddling his legs and his hand is finding its way to the boy's jeans and undoing the zipper easily. He stuffs his hand into the front and pulls out the cock until it is sticking out hard and leaking between them, “Let me help you.” His hand is pumping the smaller cock up and down but it's dry so he gathers a pool of spit in his mouth and spits directly onto the tip.

Peter moans out loudly at the view of Tony spitting on him, it was so dirty and made his stomach twist. He wasn't going to last long, he realized as Tony's hand resumed the movements. His hands reached up and he gripped the man's shoulders and he felt the man's thumb trail over the slit to gather the precum which earned him a loud whine of, “Mr. Stark~” The name fueled heat in his stomach again but he was an older man, he needed time before going again unless he took the pill. Peter leans forward and smashes his lips against the man's, sloppily kissing him with tongue.

Tony is more than happy to return the kiss, his mouth opening to allow the boy's tongue to trace over his own and it's Peter’s turn to wrap his lips around the muscle and then sucking on it like he did his cock. Tony moans out at the feeling and his hand is picking up the pace on the other dick to which Peter is returning the moan and releasing the man's tongue to resume the wet kiss. The man strokes the boy's cock at a steady pace, using the precum and spit as lube. He’s storing the moans deep in his brain and Peter’s hips begin to fuck up into his fist as he presumably grew closer to his orgasm.

Peter is letting out moans and whines into the older man's mouth as the coil in his stomach grew and grew until his body tensed up and he blew his load all over his mentor's fist. Peter pulls back from the kiss to tilt his head back and moan about loudly in pleasure and Tony is watching intently as Peter’s mouth dropped open and as white painted his hand. The strokes are slowing down as Tony strokes him through his orgasm and eventually it stops the movements and he's giving it a soft squeeze which in turn got him a whine and some squirming.

As Peter comes down from his high, realization of his slip up starts sinking in on Tony. He should not have allowed this to get so far, “Oh fuck.” The words slip past his mouth in worry and that has Peter looking at him in confusion, “I shouldn't have-I mean we shouldn't have done this. I-Shit. I told myself I wouldn't do this. Fucking damnit.” Tony can feel the anxiety gathering in his chest and Peter is frowning deeply at the words.

“It's okay, Mr. Stark! I wanted it.” He was reassuring because the last thing he wanted was for Tony to feel bad for taking him. He was the one who had been chasing after him for months now but he knew it was inevitable that Tony would allow the guilt to rise, he should've taken that into consideration before jumping his bones and now there's dread filling his veins that this might be the last time he sees Tony. The man's could cut off all ties now, fuck! He didn't even think of that.

Tony shakes his head repeatedly, “It is not okay. We can't do this again. Ever.” He is finally finding the boy's eyes and is, for once in his life, stern in his words. All Peter hears is that he is not kicking him out for good and his internship is safe because even though he convinced the man for it only to seduce him, he genuinely enjoyed the position and it would look great on his college applications. He nods repeatedly, “Yes, okay! Whatever you say, Mr. Stark.” And they both know it's a lie, the dam had been opened and there was no way either of them could live without touching each other again.

Peter leaves the lab that night with a bright grin on his face and a light sheen of sweat on his skin. He walks home in the dark and enjoys the cool air against his skin, he'd just sucked Tony Stark's cock. The proof of it was the flavor of cum and cock that sat on his tongue until he brushed his teeth that night before bed. He touches himself with the memory of the weight of his crush’s dick in his mouth and the feel of the big hand over his own until he came for the second time that night. Then he's curling up in his twin size bed and cuddling into his pillow as he dreamily thinks of Tony. There were many nights that he spent thinking of the older man but tonight was different because his plan had actually worked! He had actually been able to break the man down enough until he touched him. If he was being honest, he wasn't expecting it to actually work. The plan was one he’d made up on a whim and to know that Tony saw him the same way he looked at him made a smile frame his sweet face until sleep overtook his body.

Tony on the other hand spends the night on the verge of tears, he did the one thing he had promised himself not to do. He stares at the suit in front of him and the familiar feeling of tightness in his chest and his hands were trembling, he needs to get out of this lab—it only served to remind him of his mistake. He grabs a bottle of overly expensive whiskey and engulfs himself in the smooth liquor, staring at the wall in front of him as he thinks over every move that had led him to this moment in his life. It's not like he didn't enjoy it or something like that, it was just that Peter was completely off limits–or he's supposed to be at least. He doesn't know how he's meant to face his aunt when he needs to ask for permission to go on a mission. God, he still needed to ask permission because he still lived with her, this was so wrong.

Maybe this was payback for all the bad he'd done in the past, maybe it was finally coming back to bite him in the ass. That's the only reason he can think of as to why the universe would make him weak over a teen. He wished he could say that it was only sexual, that he only wanted to have the boy spread open beneath him but he knew it was a lie. He knew that he also wanted to see the boy smile over a present Tony got him and to laugh at his stupid jokes. He wanted to hold the boy's hand as they watched movies together on his large television until they both fell asleep. He wanted to work with him down in the lab every night, tinkering away on their projects and only speaking up to talk about the work until Peter would eventually drag him up to bed to get some much needed rest. It makes him want to throw himself into an abyss, he shouldn't want all this with someone as young as Peter.

The two spend the rest of the night completely different but thinking of each other nonetheless, their minds flooded with the memory of their forbidden act and how they would greet each other the next time they saw one another in person. Tony drowned his entire bottle and half of another one, drunkenly sipping directly from the glass. His mind never stopped racing until drowsiness was filling his body and he laid down to sleep with anxiety eating him up while Peter slept like a baby, not knowing the moral dilemma he’d put the older man in but it wouldn't happen again. It couldn't. It wouldn’t.

(It happens again)

[sundew199]

Random Reiner HCs (sfw)

A/n: a mix of relationship and non-relationship, some are modern day. Again these are just my headcanons, and just for fun :)

Will sing girly pop songs with you in the car, does not care.

Cannot sit on the couch for longer than 5 minutes or he’ll fall asleep and stay asleep for the rest of the day, you better hope and pray y’all don’t have plans

Has a HORRENDOUS farmers tan 💀, looks like he’s still wearing a shirt when he takes his off

Will only play videos games if Gabi and Falco ask him too, other than that he doesn’t play that often, but does like to watch you play your games. It’s like having your own narrator/commentator :)

Sets at least 10 alarms to get up for work in the morning but doesn’t wake up to any of them, you have to wake him up after the nth alarm by practically shoving him off the bed

Garbage disposal, will eat anything you cook without hesitation and don’t even think about buying snacks because they’ll barely last a day

Physical touch is one of his love languages 100%. If you don’t feel like cuddling in bed he’ll still find a way, like making sure his foot is touching yours 😭

He’s Bob the builders long lost brother, you’ll mention wanting a piece of furniture vaguely and he’s already putting together a mental list of the materials he needs to build it for you

Naturally fit, doesn’t need to go to the gym often to maintain his physique

Bisexual. (And I will not be elaborating)

Doesn’t mind doing skincare with you or letting you use him as a makeup canvas you just gotta convince him first,

Ironically isn’t that great with money, not extremely irresponsible but you have to hold onto his wallet or he’ll buy the entire store if he feels like it

Played sports in school, but never got that into them. He was naturally good and coaches loved him but couldn’t find the passion

Old man trapped in a younger body, swears he feels 50 when he’s only in his early twenties

He snores but SWEARS he doesn’t

Lowkey really bad at texting people back, prefers to call. And if he does call, clear your schedule cause it’s not going to be a quick one (you don’t mind hehehe)

He can be sooooooo dramatic if he wants to be. Over little inconveniences mostly he just wants to be babied, baby him >:(

Drives a truck and I mean like a 90s model Chevy pickup that he’s had since high school that he’s fully restored and is insanely proud of. Has not even considered getting a newer truck because he just can’t let go his older one (first big purchase he made, so it’s sentimental, leave him alone)

Very rarely has a filter, and not in that kinda way, he just sometimes says what he thinks out loud and you have to pretend you didn’t hear him and move on 😭

Is so blind to flirting, like total blindness. You had to finally spell it out to him that you LIKED him and not as a friend for him to realize what you were doing. It’s gotten worse since you and him have been together because he still doesn’t realize when other people flirt or throw themselves at him (he can be such a himbo, I love him)

Cat person

Very in tune with his emotions. Wasn’t always like that since he had a rough childhood but after going to therapy after high school he doesn’t conceal his emotions anymore and can be upfront at times

Does NOT play about you. Reiner is a very sweet caring person but the second he notices you’re uncomfortable around a guy/girl a flip switches and he turns into the intimidating beefy dude that no one wants to fuck with. (It’s lowkey so hot)

Worships you, (obviously) by buying flowers at least every week or two so that way they never die. Date nights, weekend trips, the whole nine yards. He loves spending time with you and showing you how much you mean to him

Grew up catholic, doesn’t practice anymore due to the conformity pushed onto him. Isn’t really religious in general but does believe in a high power.

Wants a big family. At least two kids, maybe more if you’re willing. Doesn’t like the idea of his child not having siblings like him and also just loves family orientation in general. Definitely a big family guy. 

Good with kids 😈

If you use any lingo around him like say: girl, girly, pookie, bae, dawg, homie, bro, etc. he will eventually start to use it unironically until he can’t stop. (I may be projecting but it’s funny so idc.)

[lilac-rose-writes]

Hey....Can you do some..... Cindix or felozzy hcs.....dies...

i don't think i've ever actually made cindix hcs before! here you gooo <333

cindy likes to write him love letters even as they continue to get older. they go from colourful scribbles to cute little legible messages. cindy always puts hearts in place of the tittles on her is, but when she's writing to felix, she doodles extras around or as a border. she has a stack of pink & blue paper to write them up onto. she likes slipping him little love notes in class when they're in high school and watching him turn bright red in the desk beside her. felix ends up picking up the same habit, writing long winding flowery letters in pretentious cursive with his rich boy fountain pen for her

when cindy plays house, she always calls the mother & father dolls cindy & felix. he finds out and is flustered beyond belief. she declares he's a father now of this cheap little woolen doll and he immediately becomes far too attached. ted is so confused. "i'm a father now, teddy, i don't have time to deal with your petulant whining". felix loves ditching him to spend time with cindy <3

felix likes to pamper cindy. she's always loved anything shiny & accessories, so he buys her all sorts of little gifts and trinkets to show he cares about her. felix struggles with saying "i love you" itself aloud, but he does his best to convey it in other ways like holding her hand or offering a fancy necklace whenever they spend time together

despite felix's struggle with saying "i love you" itself, he is a sucker for sappy nicknames. they are absolutely godawful. honeysuckle, sugarplum, my angelic flower, etc. cindy calls him babe and he comes out with "of course, my darling, delicate rosebud". felix is so unbearably smitten

cindy & felix are the definition of "ily" "i love me too" & it works both ways <3

they adopt a cat. you cannot tell me that felix isn't a cat person. cindy gets gravy and he is immediately attached. he insists that if they ever break up, he still gets visiting rights. he buys gravy all the best cat food, toys & beds. "why call the poor thing gravy?" "i didn't! the dumpster hag named her before i took her in" "wh- dumpster hag?!"

they bully children on roblox together. watch out seven-year-olds on dress to impress, cindix are here and they are slaying. their outfits are top tier. cindy keeps trying to bypass the swear filter, everything she makes is pink. felix falsely reports everyone who insults cindy. he gives everybody one star at most then cindy 5/5. (i have never played dress to impress, i am going off of knowledge from fashion famous when i was 7 and a duncanyounot video my sister showed me)

for all felix cares for cindy, he cannot stand her gum chewing. any chewing sets him off, he despises the sound of it. she does her best to remember not to have any around him, but it's a bit of a struggle when she nearly always has some in her mouth

cindy doesn't like the -ilys and felix immediately picks up on that. they aren't poor so he can't bully them for being urchins, but that's not enough to quell his disdain. he sees lily in the school debate team and immediately declares them arch-rivals (lily is so confused). he taunts billy about having "lost" cindy to him (billy could not care less). he's so proud of himself every time he thinks up a new insult for them

cindy admires felix's flamboyance, felix admires cindy's strong will. cindy doesn't know how he manages to keep so many words in his brain, but it sure is useful when she needs some help with her homework. felix doesn't see her as lesser for not understanding it; as much as he belittles ted for being in the "dumb class", he respects cindy far too much to do the same to her. his extravagant bows, entrances and hand waves make cindy giggle a lot

[tgm-all4one]

On May 27, 2022, Top Gun: Maverick was released exclusively into theaters. Almost overnight, it became a cultural phenomenon with a fandom of individuals from all over the globe who loved the movie and its characters.

One of the fantastic things about the TG and TGM fandom is the diverse and innovative creators who have used these movies as inspiration for their art. Whether that be in the form of writing, fanart, GIFs, moodboards, edits, etc, we have all taken the same 4 hours and 1 minute of film to create unbelievably varied and original content. And that is what this challenge is about.

What is the "It's not the prompt. It's the creator." challenge?

The idea behind the "It's not the prompt. It's the creator." challenge is to show that even though we might all use similar tropes or AUs, or create GIFs of the same scenes, or use the same moodboard themes, it is our own personal creativity, innovation, and preferences that make our work unique.

So unlike other challenges, everyone will be using the exact same prompt. That's it. One prompt. And an unlimited amount of participants.

And yes, there will probably be art that is similar (either the tropes, themes, characters, etc), however the point is to show that even when two creators have similar independent ideas, their final creation is unique because they put their own original spin on it that only they could do.

What is the prompt?

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of Top Gun: Maverick being released, the prompt is:

"Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time."

Be as creative as you want and feel free to use any characters from Top Gun (1986) and/or Top Gun: Maverick (2022). Also, while the prompt says a year has passed, there is no set time your art has to be set. It can be pre-canon, post-canon, during-canon, and AU setting, etc. Whatever inspires you!

What is allowed?

Whatever you want. It can be SFW, NSFW, slash, reader insert, OC, no relationship, poly, AU, fluff, smut, angst, whump, etc.

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And there are no minimums or maximums limits for words, time, number of GIFs, etc. Just however much or little you want to share, even if it is still a WIP.

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No AI resources can be used as part of a submission. While AI can create cool works of art, they aren't your works of art. As that is the point of this challenge, it will not be permitted.

When does the event take place?

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How do we submit our work?

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[synthshenanigans]

I'm curious as to peoples idea for what he'd do for the next power hour so

[These all being popular ideas or ppl he's mentioned]

This was all just a ploy to get you to read my info dump theory on the concept of a Chonny Jash Power Hour loser HAHAHA

Im joking tho. Not about my CJPH theory, that is very much real but I'm not forcing you to read it lol

However if you're curious, my inane rambles are further down :}

[Long Rant Post Below]

Okay so I'm gonna start with the basic idea I got it from; that being Nerd. Nerd already foreshadowed the THDPH & the WWPH [Even down to the last song for each of them] Not only that, but he references the stuff hes done in the past as well with a break/pause inbetween.

[This is what I mean]

The first three being all stuff he already did. BDG with Pocket, Tally Hall with Vol.1 & then Cage by Tim Minchin being the start the power hours.

The next two being the power hours he would do after this song [Memento Mori & Charlie's Inferno-Will Wood & That Handsome Devil]. But those are the only songs he would reference in Nerd, leaving no more clues as to what the last one would be. The only thing left in it is the video game references & Stairway to Heaven in the ending. [Which oddly enough also fit the pattern in a way. StH being about dying and the afterlife like Memento Mori & Chonny's Inferno and the video game references being all covers he made on his old channel]

While the VG refs could be a hint at a Videogame or Toby Fox Power Hour, I think at most, if its a clue at all, hinting at the next thing he does is recovering old songs.

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Next, a couple of his songs reference his past stuff. Fine, I'm Fine has a good amount of lines that vaguely refer back to songs from the before [heres a post that goes more into it that's pretty cool!!]. And more importantly Dear Machine references Pocket, Dream (Outro from Calamity) & wings of wax. Pocket being later used in Nerd & the mention of Icarus coming back in Art. Not only that, but the voice in the very end Thermodynamic Lawyer is the exact same [if not very close to] voice filter/effect he uses in Dear Machine. Even down to the British accent he does in it. [Tho it is fairly normal for a music artist to reference their older songs in their music so it could be nothing]

Speaking of Dear Machine tho, quick thing to add about it is that it shows he not against covering his own songs. While yea technically its just a different version of Ode of the Cog, DM,HtC in a way counts as a cover of OotC. Same goes for bargaining/compromise & The Ballad of Dr. Jekyll.

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Another idea with a CJPH is that in the CJFS discord theres a "Question of the Day" Channel. Where, as the name says, a Mod or Helper will ask a CJ related question & everyone can give their idea/imput on it. For Day 100, as a special fun lil thing, they asked Chonny if he wanted to give a question for that day. His question being:

And yes he does say that he doesnt plan on doing anything like that in future [if he even were to do it]. I fully believe he wasn't lying there & honestly I never saw him redoing any song ever until I had the idea of a CJPH [aside from stuff like Spring and a Storm & Storm and a Spring obviously]. But this is the best idea I could ever see him doing that. Also that question was from early August so a fair amount of time has passed. Whether thats enough time to equal "at least in the near future at all" I have no clue, but it is a thought.

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One of my last points [that I remember atm lol] is on how he would end the power hours. Cos like, while yea he does whatever he wants & doesn't rlly follow what anyone says or asks [which I 100% agree with & is completely valid btw], I'd imagine he'd still want to end the PHs with a bang. Which is why I originally didnt think the recent one would be Will Wood.

He's stated a couple of time that hes one of his favorite artist & he definitely knows that a huge chunk of his fan base listen to WW as well. So why not end with that? Why not end with one of the most requested artist people wanted him to cover? Why wouldn't he end with a power hour of the artist that was his #1 on his Spotify Wrapped? What else could he do after that? Well maybe he'd go with his #2 artist? WHICH IS JUST HIMSELF BBYYYY

Plus, the name Power Hour already comes from this:

So it's very likely he's had himself play multiple times in a row & had a "Chonny Jash Power Hour".

Of course theories are just theories so there's always the chance I'm wrong & just insane. And again he does whatever he wants whenever he wants so who knows what it'll be. I just think id be an interesting idea for him to do.

As for how a Chonny Jash Power Hour would look? Maybe each song being a cover of a song from a past album or single? I'd imagine one from the before. & Covered in Discontent [maybe Gothic Whore?]. Like remake Pocket since its been referenced so much, tho that's still just a BDG cover so who knows. the before. would be interesting just to see how his perspective has changed since he originally wrote those songs. Gothic Whore he already has 2 songs that have a story version & a him version so I can see him doing another.

I HIGHLY doubt he'd do anything related to Vol.1 as its his completely separate thing & he doesn't rlly wanna touch any song that's TH/HMS related until whenever he feels like starting Vol.2 [which is valid lol]. If anything I could maybe see like TWWAY, Special or maybe Greener? Or go a different route with the og I'm Gonna Win or like a more outta the box one with like Just a Friend [only cos be did a 20 second "cover" of it in Mucka Blucka]. Again, I do not see him touching anything Vol.1 related but still something to entertain ig? [4th TME cover; The Chonny Electric when/j]

Tho maybe he'd just remake songs that he he fully made [like the before. or Gothic Whore], since those are more of actual Chonny Jash songs rather than the others just being covers. Would be very cool to maybe see a remake of some of his Majora's Mask song tho [no this isn't me coping over HEAL not being on spotify shush]. Or maybe he'd do songs from his old stuff like Don't Take it Personally? [also not me coping over wanting that song on Spotify too]

Idk these are just my thoughts on the idea of a CJPH [or even a Can of Soup Power Hour/j]. Either way I am gonna say idc what he'd do, BDG or Streetlight Manifesto are my other guesses, but anything he makes is always rll good & fun so I'll be interested to see whatever it is.

But ya know considering I typed all this out in the span of an hour & a half I kinda hope im not wrong PFFT

[wolfnanaki]

I've been thinking for a while now about the decision in Goodbye Volcano High to reveal and use Fang's deadname. And while it's definitely an uncomfortable moment for us trans/nonbinary people in the audience, and there's been a suggestion that there should be a deadname filter so people don't have to see or hear it (and I've censored it in this photo), regarding the game's narrative about Fang's life and the lives of trans/nonbinary people, I think it was the right call.

For one, it's not just the deadname in its own right, but who says it. Everyone else in the game - from Fang's friends, to their fellow peers and teachers, LJ, and even Fang's brother Naser - all use Fang's correct name and pronouns. The only character that doesn't is Fang's mother. She writes the deadname on a sticky note, she texts it to Naser, and she says it during the video call. And each time, we see Fang's reaction.

I think lots of online discourse about trans/nonbinary people has this idea that if you deadname or misgender a trans person, you're going to be on the receiving end of a whinging verbal attack by someone with rainbow hair or whatever. That all it takes to send someone into a flying rage is by ruffling their feathers in what seems to be an innocuous way to cis people. But Fang's reactions are much more true to the lived experience of trans/nonbinary people; they're visibly uncomfortable and upset, but they endure it.

Fang's parents' inability to name and gender Fang correctly ties in to their perception of Fang as a whole, which is a running theme throughout the game. In the roof scene with Reed in episode 2, Fang tells this to Reed:

"They don't... take me seriously. Like, anything. Music, the band, my name... none of it worthy of respect to them, I guess. Or... at least acknowledging that it's important to me."

This is echoed in Fang's conversation with Sage later, who's facing the same issue; with him being a trans man who chooses to act and dress feminine, he feels like his parents have given up any serious expectations from him, both regarding his career and gender.

What is of interest to me here is that the game highlights how harmful it is to deadname and misgender trans/nonbinary people, but does it in a way that isn't aggressive or preachy. Instead, it shows the reactions of the people on the receiving end, showing how much it hurts them, and asks the audience to take their feelings seriously.

On a related note, I want to give huge props to Naser. Despite him being the favorite child of the two, he never entertains his parents' inability to grasp Fang's identity. During the video call moment, he makes it a point to use Fang's correct name and pronouns. He stands up for his older sibling, even in a situation where it may be uncomfortable to do so, and that's cool as hell of him.

And finally, on the suggestion of having a "deadname filter" option in the game that censors its audio and text. I get that. I think it'd be great, especially since this game does such a great job at making you feel for these characters that you'd share Fang's pain in those scenes. I'm sure Fang would love to have that filter too, though. And I'm sure many trans and nonbinary people would in real life. My life's audio would be full of lots of censor sound effects. Good idea to add the filter to the game, but remember why it's not there initially, and what the message is trying to portray.

Besides, the kind of people who would deadname Fang would never call them by their canon deadname.

They'd call them Lucy.

[callistawolf]

Dark clouds on the horizon

I'm still here. Sorta. I've used Tumblr to stalk a few niche interests of mine lately. (Baldur's Gate 3, Love and Deepspace, ACOTAR, etc) But I haven't posted a lot. Or even reblogged. I haven't really *blogged* in a long long time.

It's no secret that things are pretty bad in the world at large and in the United States specifically right now. (and please, spare me the whole pain olympics things where someone says "such and such place has it worse") I wanted to talk about something that I need to get off my chest because it's been weighing on my heart.

The TikTok ban. Now, I know a lot of people here on Tumblr don't love TikTok, at least, that's what I've seen on my own dashboard the few times I've gone scrolling over the last year or so. People who talk about it tend to use sneering language, the dismissive sort of talk you'd expect to see from older generations.

TikTok isn't just a kids dance app. It hasn't been for a long time. Not since I first downloaded it in the early days of the pandemic back in 2020. Every time I hear someone refer to it as such I cringe because how out of touch can you be? TikTok has whatever you want, whenever you want it. You want political discussion? Cat videos? Fandom thirst traps? Book club community? Concert videos? DANCE VIDS? It's got all of that.

TikTok got me through 2020. And 2021. And every year since, let's be honest. But 2020 was a big one because that year was a doozy. It was a rough, wild ride that was sadly a portent of things to come. That election was a nail biter and TikTok was the voice of reason throughout. I found creators who spoke eloquently and with knowledge about what was going on.

I think that's why it's getting banned, to be honest. There's no national security threat, not any more than any other app that gathers our data. If that were a reason to ban TikTok, all the other social media and shopping and music and video and photo and whateverelse apps would be banned too. TikTok is being banned because the government cannot control what information we see on it or how we organize and find community together.

Everyone I know has grown increasingly frustrated with legacy media in this country. Coverage of the last campaign cycle is just the latest in a long list of ways tv news, newspapers, etc have let us down as a society. I stopped listening to them, reading them, giving them attention. I was getting the information I needed, without filter and without agenda, over on TikTok, and I wasn't the only one. I bet they couldn't *stand* that.

I saw it had been said that they feared TikTok was sowing unrest with Americans towards their government. Uhm, we don't need an app to do that, thanks. Banning popular social media sites seems to do the trick just fine. No, they're okay with us being upset with them. They don't want us talking to each other about it, spreading the word, letting other countries see our unrest. Instead of trying to listen to the will of the people and improve things for us, its easier to just cut off our voices and freedoms, right?

And that's what brings me to the crux of this, at least for me. Yes, TikTok has been a lifeline for me the last few years but you don't get to my big age without being used to seeing social media come and go, ebb and flow. No, the thing that is sticking in my craw is the banning. I'd feel uneasy even if it was Truth Social they were banning. No social media site should be *banned* by the government. If that doesn't make some of you break out in a cold sweat, then I don't think you're paying close enough attention.

If they can ban TikTok, they can ban any other site. This could just be a litmus test, to see if they can get away with it. Snapchat. Youtube. TUMBLR. Will people just roll over and let it happen? Or will it be the straw that breaks the camels back? How much are we going to put up with, as a society? As cities burn and flood and are inundated with terrorist activity, can we tolerate having yet more rights stripped from us simply because we don't use that particular app? Do we not care until they come for us, specifically?

Something to think about.

[j0kers-light]

Hi Chaos! MASSIVE FAN of your work!

A little headcannon/short story idea (If you find it suitable and to your liking, of course <3)

We keep on hearing of how y/n interacts on social media- but what about the Joker? Does he have a secret account for fun, does he stay away from it or is there a third alternative?

Bonus! (In honor of Spotify wrapped coming out): What type of music genre do you think the Joker enjoys listening to?

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

wow, haven't had one of these in a hot minute. I miss answering anon... 🥺🥺ANYHOO!!!

THANK YOU FOR BEING A MASSIVE FAN! I LOVES YOU MUCH! *opens up my docs so I can work hard to make content for mi sweet loving anon*

Let's get into it! Straight to the point because I can go into heavy detail AND I WILL. I WILL GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

First and foremost, Joker isn't addicted to modern technology like we are as a culture, this man is soooo old fashion it makes your eyes roll.

He doesn't see the appeal of TikTok or apps like Snapchat even if the filters make him all sparkly and look cool.

Joker will take silly selfies with you if you beg him to and he lets you save some on your phone however; if he sees them anywhere else-- say goodbye to fun selfies forever!

He can't have any evidence of his real face floating around. Phones can be hacked! So you suggest Polaroids and Joker breathes a sigh of relief.

Get it? Polaroid? Just like in the infamous photo Joker snapped in the chapter Push and Pull! 🤭

If Joker uses any social media platforms, it’s in an anonymous fashion.

Joker is on Twitch because he's secretly a gamer but he doesn't use a cam. He loves stalking your personal blog and he's always going down a rabbit hole on YouTube.

You won't find him anywhere that requires a legal profile. Anything that can be traced back to him and most importantly you is a no go. He won't risk you being used as blackmail or worse.

He'll check your Patreon from time to time if you're a digital artist or something of the sort but other than that, his phone is used primary for communication with you.

Joker would rather leave behind sticky notes or his signature playing cards than send a text. He scatters the apartment with little love notes; it’s so corny but sweet.

Now on the other hand if you need assistance whether it be for a skit, making a reel, etc., best believe Joker will hold your camera for you, he'll help you edit videos, he’ll even direct the content so its the best on the internet!

He'll be so supportive if you're a content creator. Scratch that. Joker is supportive in everything you do!

Granted he doesn't understands a lick of social media or its lingo, he will go above and beyond to make sure your content is phenomenal.

Need a nice shot of the Gotham Bridge or a background of somewhere cool? Its mysteriously empty for your use...

Need good lighting for a quick reel? Joker is setting off explosions in the background. Fire is really good natural lighting... far better than a ring light. 👀

Whatever you need, say the word and its yours. Joker will get anything for his Light.

THAT BEING SAID! BONUS ASK ITS A TWO FOR ONE DEAL!

I think I answered a similar ask like this but I'll do it again because I love to answer questions!! (I have a confession to make. I do not have a Spotify... so I can't do the viral wrapped thingy but I'm aware of it!)

I fully support Joker being older than you (teehee we stan mature older men around these parts!!)

That being said.. Joker grew up with good music like back when music meant something—not just mindless noise to add onto a video for likes.

He has an ear for jazz, crooner, classic R&B, and the occasional rock, heavy metal stuff if it has relatable lyrics (it channels his inner psycho don't judge him)

He cannot stand pop music or anything that's featured on the top 100's or played on repeat in a department store. He will stab someone over it. No questions asked.

If his Bunny is singing/dancing along to it he might make an exception because your voice is so soothing to him, it puts a different spin to the song. There's still a fifty fifty change he's tuning it out.

But he strongly believes all boy bands should be executed, no exceptions. That's where he draws the line.

Totally forgot I made a oneshot about Joker and music too!

Slippery When Wet lol...

Hope that answered your ask beloved! 🖤✨

[inchidentally]

Oscars socials are so different now to looking back at F3 and F2! He used to be so much more active with likes and his posts had a lot more personality. I know it’s probably him being more cautious because of the new fame but I miss how silly and sassy he was 😔

oh I'd say his IG content is fully controlled by someone on his team and tbh looking at older stuff that seems to have been the case for a while - but at least the likes and comments are authentically him since they show his personality. his twitter is probably the same but I feel like gets more leeway on determining content. sometimes it's hard to tell bc he uses memes and emojis like a 40 year old man (love him). after the Alpine drama I think Mark sat him down and they decided that little to no personality was wayyyyy safer. not that Oscar's ever been risky about his sm content it's more that they wanted his rookie season to be solely about his racing and nothing else which is honestly super smart.

I'm hoping once he feels more established in F1 he'll revisit the option of controlling his own content and showing more of himself but considering what a minefield sm it is I couldn't blame him if he doesn't!

Lando's a chronically online like the rest of us so he's wayyyy more skilled at navigating all of that stuff. a massive part of his online persona is a lack of filter so even the super horny stuff today isn't something he hasn't shown before alsgfljsah

side note that's why I will never for a second get up my hopes of him getting Oscar on a stream or a Quadrant video bc something about Oscar makes Lando want to talk as much filth as possible

[cherrygirlystuff]

Let’s Talk About the New Indie It-Girl – Meet Gabriette!

Hey, babe! 🌸 So, if you haven’t heard of Gabriette yet, where have you been? Because she is everywhere right now, and honestly, we’re all obsessed. Whether you’re scrolling through TikTok, browsing Instagram, or diving into your favorite indie playlists, Gabriette is the name on everyone’s lips. She’s the new indie It-girl, and let me tell you – she’s about to take over your world. Let’s get into all the reasons why Gabriette is the ultimate girl crush we never knew we needed but absolutely can’t get enough of. 🎧✨

Who Is Gabriette? 🌟

Okay, so first things first – who exactly is Gabriette? She’s this effortlessly cool singer-songwriter who’s got the indie scene buzzing right now. Her vibe? Think dreamy vocals, relatable lyrics, and an aesthetic that’s a perfect mix of grunge and glam. Gabriette’s music has this raw, emotional quality that just hits different, and she’s quickly becoming the voice of a generation that’s all about being real, vulnerable, and unapologetically themselves.

But it’s not just her music that’s making waves – Gabriette is also a total style icon. Her looks are a blend of vintage thrift finds and modern chic, giving off that effortlessly put-together vibe that we all wish we could master. From her signature tousled hair to her bold fashion choices, she’s serving lewk after lewk, and we’re here for all of it.

Why We’re All Obsessed with Gabriette 🎤

So, what is it about Gabriette that’s got everyone talking? Here’s the lowdown:

1. Her Music is a Whole Mood 🎶

Gabriette’s music is like a soundtrack to our lives. Her lyrics are poetic but relatable, touching on everything from love and heartbreak to the highs and lows of just trying to figure things out. Whether you’re in your feels or just need something chill to vibe to, Gabriette’s got a song for that. Tracks like “So I” and “Everything is Romantic” have already become instant faves, and we can’t wait to see what she drops next.

2. Her Style is Next-Level 🔥

Fashion-wise, Gabriette is killing it. She’s got that indie It-girl style down to a tee – think vintage tees, layered necklaces, oversized blazers, and those perfectly worn-in boots. She mixes and matches pieces like a pro, creating outfits that are both casual and cool, with just the right amount of edge. Plus, her makeup is always on point, whether she’s rocking a bold lip or keeping it natural with a dewy glow.

3. She’s Real and Relatable 💖

What really sets Gabriette apart is how genuine she is. In a world where so much seems curated and filtered, Gabriette is refreshingly real. She’s not afraid to get deep and personal in her lyrics, and she’s super open about her journey – the good, the bad, and everything in between. Whether she’s sharing behind-the-scenes snippets of her life or just chatting with fans online, Gabriette always keeps it 100, and we love her for that.

4. She’s All About Empowerment 💪

Gabriette is not just an indie queen – she’s also all about empowering her fans. Her music often touches on themes of self-love, independence, and standing up for yourself. She’s like that cool older sister who’s been through it all and is here to remind you that you’re strong, you’re worthy, and you’ve got this. And honestly, we could all use a little more of that energy in our lives.

The Buzz Around Gabriette – What’s Next? 🕶️

With all this hype, you might be wondering – what’s next for Gabriette? Well, she’s just getting started. Word on the street is that she’s working on some new music, and if her recent releases are anything to go by, we’re in for a real treat. Plus, she’s been popping up at all the coolest events and on everyone’s must-follow lists, so you know she’s about to blow up in a big way.

If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and dive into Gabriette’s world. Start with her latest singles, binge-watch her music videos, and definitely hit that follow button on social media. Trust me, babe – you don’t want to miss out on what’s coming next from this indie It-girl. She’s got the talent, the style, and the vibe that’s going to make her a household name in no time.

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Gabriette is the It-Girl We’ve Been Waiting For 🌟

So there you have it – the scoop on Gabriette, the new indie It-girl who’s about to be your next obsession. Whether you’re here for her music, her style, or just her overall vibe, Gabriette is serving up everything we love about the indie scene with a fresh, modern twist. She’s real, she’s relatable, and she’s totally killing it right now.

Keep an eye on her, babe – Gabriette is one to watch, and I have a feeling she’s just getting started. 💋✨

Are you as obsessed with Gabriette as I am? Let’s chat in the comments about your favorite songs, her iconic style, and what you think she’ll do next! 💕