#Your fan favorite is a boomer
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Sometimes I think this fandom forgets that the Marauders and Snape are boomers. I just saw an "rip Lily Evans you would have loved Dolly Parton" post and like... Dolly Parton began her career in the 60s. Lily most definitely would have listened to "Jolene" as a 13 year old kid. And as a fanfic writer myself, I don't want to unnecessarily dunk on anyone's hard work, but it is a pet peeve of mine when I search for fics set in the Marauders era during the 1970s and the characters all sound like they are heavily involved in 2024 tumblr discourse. These kids would have never heard the term "genderfluid." They would call themselves transsexual or a butch dyke and there would be 212% more cigarette smoke, just everywhere. Fuck there was a designated smoking area at my boomer parents' high school for students and so long as the parents signed the permission slip the kids could go there and smoke. This was incredibly common (at least in American high schools) pre-1980s. Like, I can see the Evans family playing a game of lawn darts, Mr Evans with a beer in one hand, a cigarette in his mouth, throwing highly dangerous lawn darts that would eventually be recalled because of all the deaths it caused. Severus Snape had most certainly absorbed lead from the leaded paint in his house. Nobody was going to call the cops on any abuse they might see going on in the Snape's house because its the 1960/1970s and "how Mr. Snape disciplines his son is his business." War rationing had just ended 6 years before Snape, Lily, and the Marauders were born. Mental illness was extremely taboo, dyslexia wasn't really recognized in schools or talked about until the 1980s, after the Marauders had graduated, a lot of people were still calling PTSD "shell shock." For Muggles, there was no real DNA testing (it was in its infancy), no cellphones you had to pray there was a payphone nearby, and you wpuld talk to a telephone operator. It wasn't until 1966 that the UK switched to an all-digit telephone numbers. Before then instead of an area code it was a central office in every city/region that used letters. So if Lily, as a six year old girl, wanted to talk to her grandma in Manchester, her mother would have dialed something like MAN-9126 (I actually have no idea what Manchester's central office code was lol, this is just an example). Cokeworth is likely a Victorian mill town, and the major push to replace outdoor plumbing with indoor plumbing didn't start until the 1960s. Severus would have most likely spent his early years without indoor plumbing while living in a rowhouse built in the 1860s. Tubs would have had to be filled by hand, laundry scrubbed by hand and hung out to dry, he would have used an outdoor toilet and considering he is in a poor urban area he most likely would have shared this toilet with his neighbors in the other rowhouses.
These characters' story are shaped by the time they lived in, and sometimes I think the fandom doesn't realize how different the 1960s and 1970s really was.
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Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?
not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.
i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.
which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.
and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.
i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!
#necrotic festerings#batcest#pro ship#necrotic answerings#tbh asking the question gave me the chance to explain it so ty!#might link this in my about me or my masterlist for ease of access#i don't want to like. overstate how big i was on an old blog bc i was not like. a celebrity by *any* means.#but i had a ship-specific blog and i was certainly a “big name fan” for that specific rarepair#and it like. took over my life when i was a teen#i look back on it fondly now but i really regret that i would obsess so heavily over numbers and what made a fic do well#my favorite fics to write were htp back then bc for htp culture writing on anon was normal since that was during the dreamwidth days#and i just. liked that veil of anonymity and i think i defaulted to that when i decided to finally start posting batcest stuff#(all of this makes me sound so old i'm only 22 i just started fandom really fucking young which i don't recommend)#and when i say one fic got big. i mean it. i have found that fic on instagram and pinterest and tiktok and even. facebook.#do you know what it's like when your fic gets reuploaded to facebook without your permission and you see what boomers think of it.#that was so mortifying.#funnily enough the boomers were actually really nice i was just shocked to find it there scrolling one day.#it was instagram that was super mean to me and traumatized my ass. man ppl dug into me for the tinest things. do not miss that.#anyway the point is#i've tasted vitality and niche fandom status(tm) and i hated both. and i just cannot do that to myself again#ergo#anon on ao3 and a blog to post my thoughts when i have them.#it's a nice system for me#i have some stuff on my main ao3 that toes the line of like. dark dead dove trash.#and i had antis get mad at me bc their fave fluffy fic was written by. gasp. a proshipper.#and yeah that soured me to existence on ao3.#getting into the rise of anti culture is a whole other discussion that'd have me going on for hours but i will shut up now.#wow this got long. i like to fucking talk don't i.
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like do u go to concerts bc u want to be at the fucking concert or bc u want viral concert videos????? are you there for the experience or the clout?? are u actually having fun or just trying to make the best social media posts possible to get jealous comments from the fans who were too broke to go???? genuinely i cannot tell w the way some people act.
some of yall should not go to concerts bc tell me why i just saw someone on ig saying that lightsticks should stay below your head so that they don't ruin other people's concert videos???? and 90% of the comments were agreeing with them?? girl what do you think they're for?? like do u think idols would rather see a sea of their lightsticks or iphone cameras answer quickly now
#im w the boomers on this one PUT THE DAMN PHONES AWAY AND LIVE IN THE MOMENT#pisses me TF OFF#like im not saying everyone has to act the same way i do and enjoy/experience things the same way i do. obvs.#but trying to dictate the way OTHER fans are behaving bc its ruining YOUR concert videos?????#esp when its them just doing normal concert things/things that r ENCOURAGED BY THE ARTISTS LIKE WAVING THEIR LIGHTSTICKS NORMALLY??????#FUCK AWFFFFFF#i went to a teeny tinie alt rock/indie punk show this month#like genuinely i think the crowd was maybe 30 ppl max#people maybe had their phone out for their favorite song and that was it if they had it out at all#everybody was jumping and headbanging and dancing and screaming and singing#genuinely just having the absolute best time#one of the singers came down into the crowd and danced and sang with us for a song#and like obvs idols cant do that IM AWARE#but the energy/concert culture/etiquette was just soooooo different than kpop concerts#i love my kpop concerts dont get me wrong but some of yall rlly think theyre performing for just u and ur iphone!!!!!!!#and the other 3000 people in the venue are just there for set dressing or smth
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✧ MCL (hsl) flirts - headcanons ✧
~ NOTE: the pictures used are not mine! credit to the respective owners on pinterest. all the headcanons are SFW & written just for fun. hope you’ll enjoy! xoxo, Mora
ꞝ Castiel.
a night owl. he’s naturally more active at night and enjoys playing guitar, especially whenever he can’t sleep.
he’s a huge fan of vinyl disks! he loves the vintage vibe and collecting old school bands’ disks from the 70s/80s, like lynyrd skynyrd’s/pink floyd & deep purple.
secretly super scared of spiders. and bugs. and flying bugs. (he will yell like a little girl whenever he sees one)
ꞝ Nathaniel.
he still sleeps with the blanket over his face sometimes. yeah, like right after he watches a horror movie that “didn’t bother him at all” according to him.
blue is his happy color, it reminds him of waterfalls & water element in general, which calm him down a lot.
has a diary since 9th grade. he loves writing his thoughts and making to-do lists.
ꞝ Lysander.
loves writing in nature. loves nature in general, and willow trees are his favorites.
his bone structure is pretty big, he has broad shoulders, big back and especially veiny arms. he’s hands down the most “manly” of all the boys.
he tattoed all the favorite flowers of his family members on his left arm.
ꞝ Armin.
listens to asmr and is tremendously embarrassed about it. hides it like a criminal, even if it’s usually just no-talking videos of fluffy mic scratching/tapping.
he used to role-play a lot during his middle school years. he loved role-playing about anime characters.
addicted to detective conan. was his childhood, along with dragon ball!
ꞝ Kentin.
is a boomer when it comes to technology, he can barely use the PC, it’s actually hilarious.
he loves leg days at the gym! it’s an addiction to him, he loves jogging and running and use his legs for physical activity. (indeed he has huge calf muscles)
loves cars. he is one of those people who would drool over cars tiktok edits.
bonus!! i wanted to add alexy, although obviously he’s non-dateable ♡
ꞝ Alex.
had a tumblr 2014 phase which he never really got over, he loves polaroids to this day.
neon pink is his favorite color. he’s always wearing pink nail polish, both on his nails & toes.
he cries everytime he watches “titanic”. no joke, ask armin. he sobs when jack dies, lol.
✧ find mcl girls headcanons here!
~ thank u for reading! i had so much fun writing this & making the little edits for the boys. i love them so much, which one is your favorite? :p also, reblogs are super appreciated ^^
#my candy love#my candy love high school life#my candy love university life#my candy love new gen#mcl headcanons#mcl castiel#mcl nathaniel#mcl kentin#mcl armin#mcl lysander#mcl alexy#✧ mora’s mcl.
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I love how you are always bashing Jim lol bc I think the general public and fandom doesn't know that much about this part of Paul that is so essential to explain what he is like he is aksjks (ik it's because Paul himself doesn't like to talk about this). Also his struggling for money is so relatable like I get young Paul so bad, thanks for ur posts I learned this about him, keep doing the good job dear<3
lmao the thing is I agree with you. Like I get that I'm annoying and obsessive and some people are probably like "we knoooowww!" But most of the fandom doesn't, and definitely the general public does not know. Yes, this is partly because Paul compulsively does whatever the opposite of trauma dumping is. Trauma hoarding? Which even that behavior is in itself rooted in the abuse. It's also partly because Paul's messy childhood just does not fit into the typical narrative, and people's brains don't like it, so they ignore or justify it. People, especially boomers, really like "tortured soul Lennon" and "vapid popstar McCartney". But the reality is "be as loud as you can to get your needs met John Lennon" and "be as pleasant as you can to be safe Paul Mccartney". So it's really important to me that the next generation of Beatles fans knows the story and tells it correctly.
You and me are the saaaame! I actually think just like we need more women writing about the Beatles, and more queer perspectives on the Beatles, etc. we definitely need more working-class people who can look at this stuff with an understanding of the impact "not having" can have on a person. With Paul it literally seeps into so much of him that to someone who doesn't get it doesn't look like it has anything to do with money. But it absolutely does! And the thing is, a lot of them don't even get the most obvious things. Like "Paul is a tight-wad" or "Paul is a workaholic" to them are just flat statements with nothing to look at underneath them at all. And if they can't even think critically about those things, they're nowhere near understanding the complexities of things like how big a deal it is when someone like Paul is able to decide "no, fuck the critics, I'm going to make songs people like." Or how his life experiences might have made him either racist or anti racist and the conscious choice he must've made. You know. On and on.
Anyway! Lol you send me an ask on my favorite topics and I'm going to go on a bit. Akom recently said we should all write books and definitely if I was going to -- not that I have time -- it would be on one of these things. The Beatles and attachment theory or The Beatles and class. But yeah, I seriously appreciate this ask, it's very fun to hear from a like-minded person!
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how do you think the 141 guys would answer your ft calls?

141 x reader
answering your ft calls
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Ghost
Probably won’t answer (hates fting (just like me))
If you’re pushy enough and keep calling him he just might answer because he would start getting paranoid it’s something urgent
Would tell you to fuck off if you just wanted to bother him (nothing personal, it would be sarcastic)
Will stay in the call though and it would probably end up being like 3 hours long
As time would pass perhaps he would start answering more often
He isn’t a fan of calling or texting or any of that stuff to be completely honest
But he just might do it for you
🖤
Soap
Is probably always asleep when you call him in his free time
Always answers anyway
It’s hard to get off the call though, blud just keeps talking
Will definitely bring his phone to the toilet and take a piss while still talking to you (you’d have to remind him to wash his hands every time)
Will always tell you to turn on the lights if you’re in the dark so he can see your pretty face
His fav thing to do is watch you show him what new stuff you bought
If you wear makeup, he would love seeing you do it
As your partner he would definitely be into freaky facetiming
Loves texting and calling in general, he’s a spammer when it comes to that
🖤
Gaz
Answers most of the time
Even when he doesn’t he apologizes over text messages and calls you back
Mostly outside when you call him so expect a journey through the city and subway with him
Loves staying with you on ft till late hours, just blabbering about anything
Would send kisses over the camera
Would watch movies and series with you while facetiming
You’d probably always be the first one to fall asleep because he would stay up on purpose to take screenshots and send them to you
Has a whole album of you being asleep on ft named “<3” (I promise it’s not creepy it’s just cute)
Though when he’d fall asleep first he would love you to do the same, he finds it wholesome
🖤
Price
Old bloke not a fan of ft
He isn’t that much of a boomer but definitely not a fan of some newer generation stuff
He would know how to answer but it would still look a little goofy because he’d always answer with “Can ya hear me/see me, luv?” or “How copy, luv?”
He’d ask you why you’re doing this because he doesn’t understand the point of face timing, he prefers regular calls
Though sometimes he would love to sit back and relax and just enjoy your blabbering and admire your beauty
Would always complain how he prefers seeing you in person because the front camera makes people look weird
🖤
Alejandro
Would always be happy when you call him
Is probably always cooking when you call him and, even when he isn’t, he would answer and go to the kitchen
Loves showing you new recipes he found and loves describing every ingredient
Probably one of his fav things to do with you when you’re physically distant - cooking facetime!
Loves dancing and singing while cooking so expect a ft concert too (you can never be bored with him)
Loves long fts so expect him to not let you hang up because he always finds an interesting subject to talk about
In the end he would always tell you how much he misses you being next to him
🖤
Rudy
Answers immediately. One ring and he’s there
The moment you call him he would leave everything and get in bed and ft with you forever if possible
Would also watch movies and series with you while facetiming
He knows how to play an acoustic guitar so one of his favorite things to do is play it and sing for you
It would mostly be some of his favorite slow and romantic Mexican songs
He likes to do this in the evening because it feels like he’s singing you a lullaby
So if you’d fall asleep to his singing, his heart would be full
He’d always whisper goodnight before hanging up
Divider owners already tagged in my previous posts, I don’t want to spam them 🖤
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The Three Times Steve Put Exactly What You Wanted in Your Hands and the One Time He Didn't
I'm reposting some old works from AO3 on here, this is a
Steve Rogers x avengers!fem!reader
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TW: mentions of past trauma/descriptions (surgical), angsty-ish
“Ready for the jump?” Steve yelled at you in the back of quinjet. He would never yell at you except if absolutely necessary, and in this scenario it was. Over the roar of both the wind and the engine, only words spoken at an ungodly decibel could reach your ears. You nodded.
Nothing is as fun as the jump. You used to think it was the debrief, which meant it was all over, but you quickly learned that missions stay with you far, far after the debrief. And the missions themselves slowly gained your amusement. Gradually it became more and more fun to jump into a forest in Germany with a few other agents and walk to the base, break in, take their data and log the men, and take the tunnels back for rescue.
On the ground, the walking was the most boring part. When you were on missions with Nat, you would play I spy. With Peter you’d help explain concepts for his science classes, and with Bruce you’d debate different new occurrences in the science world. And theoretical physics, but that's besides the point. You’d only been on missions with Steve with other people. Never alone.
The sticks crunched as quiet as possible as you kept walking. Left at the tree, right at the creek, and stop when you get to the rocks or the forcefield will stop you first. You couldn’t help but memorize every mission plan you got, because if anything went wrong it wasn’t just your life on the line. It was Steves and any other name that managed to squeeze out of you if you got captured, because they weren’t about to kill Captain America and SHIELD’s best agent before they spilled their guts under mind control, poison, or truth serum (the last one was a rumor). You pretended not to notice when Steve was looking at you in the moonlight but you kept close track so that when he wasn’t you could look back. The feeling of him looking at your swishing ponytail and side profile made you kind of nauseous. First off, the ponytail was certainly incredibly messy due to the drop and the hike. And secondly, you weren’t really a fan of your side profile. It wasn’t your least favorite quality, but when you thought about things you loved about yourself, it didn’t show up (but don’t worry, the list was quite long).
You held your arm out to stop him once you had gotten to the rocks. Once you bent down to pick up some dirt from the ground, you stood up again and lazily tossed it at where the forcefield should be. It floated until it lit up a fence shape and disintegrated.
“Well at least we know where the fence stops,” Steve said and sighed, putting his hands on his hips. Old boomer man was too slow to keep up with you. “Whats-” He looked up at you, already halfway up the nearest tree.
“The lowest branch is fifteen feet up, Y/N, how did you get up there already?” You responded by silently pointing to the rope that was still hanging on said lowest branch with your foot before you continued climbing. After you had made it to sit on the same branch a good thirty feet up in the air, you spat out the dirt you had been keeping in your mouth. You watched it fall over the forcefield fence, lighting up the extent of the barrier.
“When Nat said you were unconventional, this is not what I had in mind.” He said and shook his head at himself. What had he had in mind?
“Ok Captain, we still have a mission to do,” You told him and slipped the goggles off where they rested on your forehead to cover your eyes. You turned yourself backwards and took a deep breath, puffing your cheeks and holding your nose closed before falling in backwards as if scuba diving.
On the ground, you walked faster in the shadows of the night and talked in quieter whispers.
“That's not a move they teach at the Academy.” He said, amused.
“No, but they do at scuba certification in the Maldives.” You responded. He held in a snort. “What? Does that not fit into your Unconventional box?” He didn’t have the time to shake his head in fake disgrace before you peeled back the closure of a vent and slithered in like a snake. He followed.
The layout of all the remote Hydra bases are slightly different, but nothing too drastic. It's like stepping into the Target two miles from your house and not the one three blocks over. Everything is practically the same, you just came in the hopes this store isn’t out of pretzels like the other always is.
Well, this Target was one with pretzels if you had ever seen one. You had done dozens of these missions but never actually encountered a real, live agent of the other side on one. There were two at the door to the lab that you shot with your stunning pistol before you called clear and Steve joined you. Through the locked doors of the lab you watched three or four scientists with steaming test tubes pacing back and forth, but not actually doing anything.
“This has to be it!” You whisper yelled at Steve, finally excited.
“But they aren’t actually doing anything, it has to be a hoax or a trap.” He rebutted.
“Everything is a trap if you think about it too long. That's how capitalism gets you!” You said. “Pick up one of the soldiers hands and scan the door. Fifty bucks says those scientists aren’t even real people.”
He did as he was told. But this time you were wrong. They were real people. Real mad people, too. Steve took them all out with one throw of his glorified frisbee. You put in the tiny USB shaped like the Eiffel tower and walked around the room. It was different from the others. It was brighter, with the light coming up through the white floorboards. They felt as if they were on the verge of breaking away and dropping you into the depths of nothingness.
“Y/N” Steve called as the nearest scientist starter to stir awake. You pointed your gun at his shoulder and shot him down again. Without noticing how light your gun felt, you put it back into your waist holster and yanked the USB out, knocking over a bottle of blue substance off the counter.
“Lets go,” You said and motioned him back to the door. But getting out was much, much harder than getting in. Pairs of soldiers came running after you as soon as the doors closed, shooting like their lives depended on it. For everything you knew about Hydra, it would be a safe bet to say it did. You sprinted around the next corner and shot back at the men before your gun clicked empty. Cap was standing right next to you, anticipating the next catch of his shield, but still made time to effortlessly slip one of his guns out of his holsters and place it in your empty hand, rendered useless without a weapon by your side.
“Thanks” You shouted back at him and left the place back to back.
As soon as the doors to the Quinjet closed, you took off all your equipment. You unsnapped the parachute that had been on your back all this time and flung the utility belt full of resources to the ground. It skidded across the metal floors before coming to a rest under the line of seats.
“What's the rush, Agent Y/L/N?” Steve asked you in a way that was intended to be flirty (hopefully) but it really wasn’t the right time. Before you could respond, you reached into your mission bag and found exactly what you were looking for. You popped the cap of the lipstick tube and quickly used the knife inside to cut off your pants. Why was this a jumpsuit in the first place? It's difficult to take off enough as it is.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” He changed his question. No, you obviously weren't alright. The blue liquid you had spilled in the lab had gotten on your suit had soaked through the suit so it could burn your thigh. You slid against the cold back of the Quinjet and sat down, surrendering to the increasing pain. You didn’t care anymore that you were sitting in your underwear with your suit pants down by your ankles in front of Steve. You just wanted the pain to stop. He poured a bottle of emergency pure water over the hand-sized burn on your thigh. You liked to watch the water roll off your skin and turn on the floor with the movement of the Quinjet. What you didn’t like about the water, however, was how much more it made your leg burn.
You closed your eyes to hold the tears back and let a long, slow, (accidentally loud), breath escape from your lips. This wasn't the worst pain you've ever been in. Not by a long shot. But it still made you feel like you could taste colors and hears smells.
“Good? Bad?” He asked, concerned.
“Bad, really really really bad” You said so fast. Immediately, he stopped the slow pour. He tightened the cap on it and put it back in the emergency kit. He stood up from his seemingly extremely uncomfortable position on the floor and over to the comm center.
“We’ll need med on site when we land.” He said with as much control in his voice that he could muster before coming back to sit with you.
While he was up, you debated whether or not it would be an appropriate thing to ask him. But the water was reacting with the acid in your skin and starting to bubble and boil and fizz. He was looking at you, right in the eyes, asking what you needed without actually using words.
“Steve, will you-” You started to ask and held out your hands. Somehow, he knew exactly what you were asking him to do. He put his hand in yours and pulled you out from the little crevice you had nested yourself in and slid in behind you. Then he wrapped his hands around yours and used them to wrap both your and his arms around you and pulled you into him. You sighed and leaned back against his strong chest, matching your breathing with what you could hear of his.
“I think I’m gonna go to sleep,” You said, tired of fighting to stay awake. The sun was just starting to rise, rays of sunlight penetrating through the windshield and reflecting contorted shadows of reality onto the back wall.
“No, Y/N, I need you to stay awake for me.” He said in the calmest voice but it was already too late. You had given in to the pain.
It had been almost a year since your last mission. And it had taken almost as long to recover. But now you were fine. They figured out that the substance was the most aggressive form of acid, and it broke down every substance they tested it on except for your suit material. That included a sample of a civilian cadavers leg (don’t ask how they got that because you do not want to know). The new running theory was that you were superhuman. Anytime someone asked what you think about that theory, you responded “I will neither confirm nor deny that information” with a stern, monotone voice. Sometimes it was fun to play robot.
Tony had decided to host another party on a whim, and you had decided to actually attend this one. For the last year you had been avoiding people like they were a virus to avoid their questions and stares about why you were always wearing some form of pajama shorts. The answer was because tight pants (the only type of pants you had) were too painful the first time you tried them on a couple months ago, so you just went back to Amazon and bought more pajama pants. But today you decided, would be different. You were finally ready to tell the world that a little unknown acid eating the skin and some of the muscle in your leg wouldn’t get you down. So you put on real jean shorts to prepare yourself to open your closet.
The three racks of clothes stared back at you blankly. This was a lot. You wanted to wear a dress because Tony’s parties were black tie only (and that rule was strictly enforced). You tossed a couple cute dresses you rarely wore anymore onto your bed. There was the red one with the open back and gold collar, the pink one with the lace and sweetheart neckline, and the black one that clung to your body like wet dog smell.
Once the party had died down, Tony had decided it was the right time to take out the really nice vodka. You didn’t much care for alcohol but after standing in insufferable gold heels and talking to insufferable people who asked about your leg and made sad faces at you for a couple hours made anything alcoholic sound like liquid heaven. Gathered into the stiff couches of the living room on the party floor (the living room you only sat in after parties, that is), Tony announced the game.
“We’re playing strip truth or dare. If you don’t want to answer or do, you take off an item of clothing of your choice” He said. Then he turned to Peter, “So kid, that means you gotta go.”
You took off your gold shoes and tossed them at Peter, who wrapped them in webbing and tossed them back at you laughing. He was the only one who never asked about what happened. Well, besides Steve. At first he asked if you were okay every time you moved to stand up or sit down but you shot him daggers each time and conditioned him to stop bringing it up. It was embarrassing enough that you passed out in his arms and took your pants off like that in front of him that you never wanted to talk about that night again.
“I choose Bruce,” Tony said and proceeded to tell him a dare, despite Bruce’s request for a truth. “I dare you to turn into the Hulk right now”
“Tony, no” Literally everyone besides Tony in the circle said. Instead, Bruce took off his shoe. He tossed it onto the center of the “living room” table and the clothes of rejected truths and dares started to turn up there.
It was Carol’s turn to pose a truth or dare and she chose Steve.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss someone in this circle.” She said with smug arrogance on her face. This would surely get him to strip, right?
“Wow Carol was not the person I would’ve pegged as the pervert of this group.” Vision stated plainly.
“And who would that be?” Tony asked.
“Why, you, Mr. Stark” He said back and we all snickered like we were in middle school and he just laid a sad burn on the teacher.
“It’s not a perverted dare to pose, it's like the most common in truth or dare, frankly I’m surprised it hasn’t already come up” She said, defending herself. Regardless, Steve put his finger to his temple to feign thinking and Tony groaned. “Stop pretending it's hard to choose, we all know you want to kiss me.”
This one got an eye roll out of everyone this time. Steve just stood up from his spot on the loveseat next to your sofa and leaned down to whisper something in your ear.
“Is it alright if I kiss you?” He asked in a gentle voice. You nodded. He cupped the back of your head before he brought his face away so he could bring it back. The kiss was short and sweet, just once with no tongue, but it wasn’t entirely impossible to imagine what it would be like with it. It would be like home. You knew that now.
He pulled back and you couldn’t help but blush a little, no matter how hard you didn’t want to. Tony wolf whistled and a few others joined them. Another round of truths and dares went around before you were asked the inevitable.
“Y/N, tell us about your supernatural family history.” Tony asked. You had chosen truth despite knowing this would be it. You didn’t want your next kiss with Steve to be another dare.
You weren’t going to answer this, but you could entertain them. You held your hand out in Steve's direction. He handed you the bottle of vodka and you took a long sip. You extended the amount you downed by breathing through your nose. You set the bottle down and stood up. “Nat unzip me”
She stood up too and gently tugged the golden zipper from the top collar of your tight, black dress down to your lower back where it ended. You slipped it off your shoulders and stepped out of the circle of fabric it left on the floor before bending to pick it up and toss it on the pile. You sat down with a satisfied smile on your face. You knew you had to drink that much to take off your dress. When this party had started you didn’t want to show your scars, but now you’d do anything to make it feel normal. So, you thought to yourself “what would you do if you hadn’t got that scar and were asked this question?” and the answer was take off your dress. It was one of the good days for Moana -- the name you had given your scar after careful consideration and one watch of the movie -- because it wasn’t very puffy or painful, it was just a faded yet vibrant red. You felt fine and confident about the rest of your body. Surprisingly, it hadn’t changed much through the months of recovery. As long as no one asked about your first scar, Gennadon -- named as tribute to your past self, you would be fine. It was hard to ignore a large scar running up the left side of your stomach from a few inches below your bra to a few above your underwear. You hoped a copious amount of cleavage was enough to distract them.
Most people in the circle were watching and whistling as you showed yourself off and sat down again. Most people excluded Steve Rogers. “It's okay to look, Steve,” You told him. Besides you, every other person in the circle had noticed how he tried very hard to do his very best to respectfully not look at you almost naked. He allowed himself to meet your eyes and you smirked when they fluttered down to the rest of you.
"Scalpel,” The lead surgeon on the team asked the scrub nurse in a commanding tone.
“Scalpel,” She echoed as she placed one in his hand. You were awake on the table, and no one noticed. But that was the point. All of their last attempts had resulted in a dead “volunteer”, so this time they tried to transplant the very same foreign organ with you awake.
After a few hours, an intern bumped into the part with your head and moved the drape covering your face. She saw you blink and screamed.
“She's awake!” She yelled. “This is inhumane!” She huffed and left. She didn’t bother to cover your face again. After that basically everyone else in the operating room left too. They said it was inhumane but no one ever came to save you. No one reported it to the hospital that an illegal organ transplant was taking place right under their nose because that meant they were involved in such a thing.
So when the lead surgeon finally needed an assist again, the only one left was you. He set up a mirror so you could see the reflection of your abdomen in it. He gloved your hands and looked at you. You held your hand out for a scalpel and he placed one in your hand. Slowly the surgery came to a close. Well, he had you close. And he left you the bad suture string for you to close with. He gave you the type that left ugly scars.
He reversed the anesthesia with another illegal drug. “I always knew you’d make a good surgeon, Dr. Gennadon.” He said with an antagonizing smile.
You glared back at him.
You woke up in a cold sweat and gasped for air. You tried in vain to throw the blankets off of you and run into the bathroom like you normally did, but it led to no avail. Steve had a steel grip on you even in his sleep. His face was sweetly nestled into the soft spot of your neck between your shoulder and face, but it couldn’t stay there. You needed to breathe. You did the only thing you could think of, and frantically ran your hands through the sheets feeling for anything fleshy and not yours. You finally grabbed something and yanked, not realizing what you had done.
“YOW!” Steve awoke with a jolt.
“Sorry sorry sorry I’m so sorry Steve that was not what I wanted to grab! Are you okay, honey?” You asked him, sitting you both up. You tilted his face so that he’d look at you.
“Yup I’m fine” he said through gritted teeth and a forced smile. That means he must’ve seen the involuntary tears running down your face that, unfortunately, always accompanied the dreams. Now he was focused on you, using his simultaneously soft and calloused fingers to lovingly wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Want to tell me?”
You shook your head, you never did.
“Well, it's just a nightmare, right?” Steve asked you, searching on your face for some sign of fake reassurance. Both you and him knew very well that that was a blatant lie. “Well it's over now. You’re here now.”
He wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to draw you back into bed so you could sleep but that didn’t help. It activated your stupid fight or flight response and you slapped him across the face when his hug intensified.
“I’m so so so so sorry, Steve” You said again. It seems you couldn’t stop hurting him. But he stayed.
“It's totally fine.” He said and rolled over to fall asleep.
“It's just a nightmare” You repeated his words to yourself as if they would make it true. You both knew it was a lie. Those were memories.
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Flumpy ( jake seresin x reader ) part 14
summary : jake meets the infamous peanut , feels bumpy kicking as the guys and well everyone is so glad he is home ... he happy to be home cause he get to see his baby on the little screen and help prepare for when they come into a world
warning: slight insecurity but not much , pregnancy themes and hormones , just regular fluff and goofy humour we've come to love from these two .
a.n. ok gif wise pretend that the blood isn't there because come on jake would definitely be a mess seeing his little bumpy on the screen .
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Maybe it was cause she was wrapped in the sheet cuddle up with the man she loved , maybe it was fact for first time in three months she wasn't sexually frustrated but the morning after jake returned home she woke with a smile . eyes tracing over his sleeping feature this was what she loved most this big beautiful man who could charm the pope and make the devil himself blush . Never did she believe in true love and all that romance shit that was til a tall texan made her swoon and fall harder then she ever did . it wasn’t scary , it didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would no she knew deep in her heart this was that one , the one that was going to be their til the end . her gut told her as much or wait was that ?
“ OH MY GOD “ She shrieked sending the sleeping blonde wide eyed and up in the bed .
“ what’s wrong , is it the baby … we need to go hospital?” he was almost out of the bed only for her hand yanking his placing it on her stomach , his brow furrow completely confused and honestly both terrified and sleep ridden . til she look into his eyes and the little thump against his hand that made his own eyes get a bit .. tiny bit watery .
“ kicking ,the baby is kicking…. Awh jake your crying “ her wide smiled , bright eyes looking at him filled with nothing but love shit how did he get this lucky .
“ you scared shit out of me “ he wiped his eyes although they both knew he wasn’t fooling anyone . “ shit bradshaw is right is dusty out here” he fanned around himself as she rolled her eyes .
What he didn’t think would happen was the nerves this woman would give him as she rushed towards the hard deck as he told her slow her roll as she was carrying precious cargo and yet she of course didn’t listen to a word he said moment she got in crouch as the bounding ball of fur came charging at them nearly knocking her back .
“ my baby boy “ she cooed kissing as the dog licked her face . “sorry our baby boy” she corrected lifting the puppy up . “ peanut look daddy’s home “ she giggled as jake rolled his eyes but rubbed the dog anyways ok he could see why she loved him as much
“ i warned you that would happen” she looked up to see her dad and rooster standing at the bar. Roo was looking a little betrayed at sudden disappearance of the little guy he was feeding .
“ yeah i’ll be his favorite in no time , hey pretty girl .. pretty baby .. bagman” he smiled . “ hey it’s uncle roo kid i’m the fun one who will get you shit when your folk say no” he croutched at her belly feeling around . “ come on i’ll get you a car now if you kick for me” he nudged her belly .
“ i cried when i felt y/n kick for first time too “ mav smiled hugging jake . “ also welcome back “ he added.
“ i cried cause she woke me out the best sleep my life” he groaned wishing he had his ass back in bed .
“ yeah yeah liar but ok boomer” she rolled her eyes .
“ when that start” jake asked .
“ like a week after you left “ mav hummed . “ she says ok grandpa for me but i don’t think she means it the way i think it does “.
“ course i do “ she patted his cheek as jake and rooster shook their heads .
“ so you excited to be daddy” penny asked softy .
“ shit he already is …. Sorry dad” she winced .
“ i just phase you out now kid honestly “ he huffed but look on his face told different story .
“ yeah i am shit i miss so much but least i get to be there now “ he kissed her head as rooster took peanut .
“ yeah good luck my friend” mav chuckled as she shot him a glare.
“ i wasn’t that bad “ she rolled her eyes.
“ HANG MAN THANK GOD YOUR HOME “ Javy crashed into the blonde .
“ I never thought i would so happy see you home “ payback hug him tightly.
“ you were saying ?” Mav chuckled .
“ bobby tell them i was an angel “ she huffed .
“ good to see you jake really …. Pickles and taco help “ he whispered .
“ your lucky your adorable “ she grumbled walking to their usually spot .
“Hey hangman! welcome home … good luck “ yale smiled walking by .
“ well that’s not worrying “ rooster looked back to the were she say smiling like butter didn’t melt or she wasn’t a hormonal filled nutjob .
Getting back into routine after being away as well as navigating life with a six and half month pregnant girlfriend well was a little hard at first but after first week he had it down or so he thought when she cried because someone ate the last of her chocolate which was her the night before or when she wanted to take one of the ducks from the good duck park cause he looked a bit off color which stupidly he asked how she could tell. He met luke nice kid although he still didn’t understand why she was calling him a kid he was what two years younger than her but wasn’t even questioning her on it he learned his lesson . now here he was helping her out the car smiling at her wearing his clothes ready to take on the so called dreaded birthing classes with the wanna be housewives of san diego . the two walked he didn’t the problem everyone seemed friendly even when they walked into the class .
“ oh y/n another brother is it “ a woman called .
“ hey michelle actually this is .. “
“ oh what handsome man you are , is this one single , he would be perfect for my annabeth “ she continued as he could visibly see the smoke coming off her girl .
“ oh my god michelle your right like a barbie and ken but real life “ another clapped .
“ well michelle sorry this ken is mine tell annabitch to find another ken for her barbie” she grumbled .
“I like bratz not barbies “ jake added as they headed towards lila . she smiling proudly up at her man all the way over.
“ bratz dolls ?”
“ i have a lot of sisters” he winked kissing her head.
“ hi you must be jake heard a lot about you … a lot”lila smiled .
“ you must be kelce same as what she said” she beamed as they two naval officers gave a nod.
“ we know each other and know you two “ jake nodded.
“ both heard how bitchy the class is”kelce added.
“ to be honest i show up to piss em off “ y/n beamed happily .
“ from michelle face looks like you did it earlier today personal best” lila giggled .
“ yeah well her and annabitch wanna humble themselves quickly” she shrugged as jake snorted.
“ come trouble this must be the teacher right “ jake and her sat down .
“ hey annie look jakes home “ she called.
“Welcome home jake and kelce welcome to our class all though i will miss the eye candy” she mused.
“ oh shit yeah i have bobby’s number , the adorable one “ she waved the paper as the teacher walked around greeting everyone and taking the number with a mouthed “ thank you” .
After the class well he couldn’t help agree with her and promised never to doubt her again about snobby housewives and their stink eyes but honestly the thought went straight out of his mind when it came time for their next stop which was the one he was looking forward to since he found out being there for her check up and getting to see the baby and this one was even more special when they were finding out what their little bumpy was . she smile and greeted everyone by name asked them little parts of their lives and honestly he loved that about her. How she was able to remember little details about people and also filled him with pride when she excited told them who he was . he followed as she was lead down the hall talking again with the doctor asking how his wife and kids where as he told her. Now they sat in the room definitely nothing like the ones he sat in before looking at the different pamphlets on birth and childhood disease . watching as the doctor do what he assume was the usually given how it was now so normal for her the pang of guilt know she done all the appointments alone before . popping her (his) shorts little as the doctor put the tissue paper on the waist band . she turned and held out her hand for him to take shit why was he so nervous .
“ ready to see our baby” she smiled and yet words failed him as his smiled so wide all he could do was nod.
“ we’re finding out gender right?” the doctor smiled between them .
“ bet your ass we are him and roo are painting the nursery this weekend “ she giggled excited as the light dimmed and the two’s eyes locked on the screen .
First it was black and white blur and fuzz on the screen then he saw it . the sight that made his heart beat and his smile wide and shit was dusty here too as he felt the tears fill his eyes looking at the now baby shape , it wasn’t a blob or weird shaped potato as rooster called it at start it was a baby full shaped baby . he could see the little hands , arm . legs and feet moving as doctor was telling them the measurement and that everything was fine in 3D . The little nose and lips he was looking at his baby’s little face god they were beautiful . then her hand that was swinging stop and her head shot up .
“ is that another … am i seeing things” she asked as his eye flickered between the two as the doctors brows furrow .
“ what .. whats wrong “ he asked his heart beating and his stomach twisting what was wrong .
“ i’ll be dammed you know i never seen something like this huh guess this one is shy” he chuckled.
“ this one what you mean this one “ she asked her voice doing the squeaky nervous thing it did .
“ seems as though you got more than you bargained for guys “ he smiled.
“ is the baby ok “ jake asked .
“ oh of course seems as both are “
“ both as in two … two babies not just an extra arm and head on the one” she asked almost a little hopeful .
“ nope two healthy baby girls here”
“ i think i’m gonna pass out or throw up … check and make sure there’s not more in there “ she squeaked looking down at her stomach as jake didn’t know whether to cheer throw up or pass out himself.
“ nope just two in there guess this one was shy …monochorionic twins it seems “.
“ english doc?” he asked finally finding his voice although it was nearly as high pitched as hers .
“ identical twin… congratulations you two let me go get you some copies of these” .
“ girls as in plural” like their brains fully catching up to the whole thing .
“ wow i’m having a litter of kids i blame you “ she snorted as two burst into laughter til it died down .
“ oh boy “ he gulped .
“ oh girls “ she corrected .
part 15
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Venture Bros.: Radiant is the Blood of the Baboon Heart commentary and extras.
This is what I gathered during my first watch. Hopefully, I'll be able to upload the audio bits like I did for seasons 1-7 eventually! I'll catch all the little details then 💛
Let me get this out of the way. They did not answer the most important question of all.

In the past, Doc and Jackson have said that what they say in the commentary isn't necessarily canon. What is canon is what's in the actual show, not what they explore outside of the show because they're always changing their minds. Sometimes they disagreed while answering questions. Take that as you'd like.
Jonas didn’t abandon The Monarch after the plane crash intentionally. He assumed he died or he ran away before he got there. They hinted that Jonas downed the plane himself.
When asked if Jonas loved Rusty they say he’s a bad person, the villain of the show, and a monster. Jackson thinks he might have been a boy adventurer himself. They compare him to baby boomers forcing their children to live the lives they wanted themselves.
Does Rusty have the other twin killed when only one dies? Jackson says only when they witness the death. He referenced Ice Station Impossible. Brock has done it before.
Ritchie Valens refused to join The Guild and Red Mantle and Dragoon’s (Buddy Holly and The Big Bopper) initiation was to kill him so he wouldn’t tattle.
Doc says the second sons are the ones who succeed in The Guild, not the first sons, because they’re most likely to become evil and that’s why Dean was chosen as The Guild’s successor.
Doc described two episodes he would like to do: 1. "Heads in the water." Which is the heads of characters bobbing in the water after a crash for the entire episode. An all dialog bottle episode. 2. An episode that starts off like a regular Venture Bros episode. Then a henchman dies and everything pivots. 21 calls his wife and says “Real sorry but your husband died in service” (Doc put on his 21 voice here). We then see the wife and daughter (from another marriage) and follow them in their lives.
What is The Monarch's favorite ABBA song? Doc thinks Waterloo and Jackson thinks Take a Chance. They riff as Monarch and Dr. Girlfriend for a few seconds.
Gary's a big Sneaker Pimps fan.
Rusty doesn't have a middle name. If you ask Rusty he'll say the S stands for sexy or science or SUPER science. Rusty’s favorite musical is Starlight Express or RENT (Jackson disagreed). He's never actually watched them but he likes the advertisements.
Brock Frog is the guy that "brings in bagels". A 3rd generation Italian American from "bricklayer stock." He fell out with his dad because he wanted to bring bricks into the future. He teamed up with Professor Vigo Dale, who screwed him out of half of the company after Brick Frog gave him all of his brick ideas.
Mantilla has the ability to make things invisible by touching them but claimed it was teleportation. “It’s all bullshit…and she had money from her past”
Mantilla has been "garbage picking" from The Monarch’s trash, such as Dr. Mrs.'s costume ideas in season 3 that she had thrown away and their wedding invitation.
The guys in the warehouse with Jefferson were all roommates in the 90s.
We would have had a full episode of Force Majeure and Jonas Venture's rivalry.
We would have had another episode of Billy and Colonel Gentleman "John Wicking" after Mischa was found dead right before a doggy costume contest.
Matt Berry was supposed to voice Force Majeure.
Why does The Monarch hate Doc so much? Jackson says “Obviously it (the thought that Debra left him for Rusty) bothers him a little more than he said.”
They called Gary's hair “the popular millennial cut” and made him "half Glen Danzig half Wolverine."
Doc has drunk his own urine multiple times because they pee in bottles in the Astrobase. "Recently".
During the last scene in the movie when everyone is talking, Gary and Hatred were talking about a loofah. Hatred asked Gary "Ah...you use a loofah?". Dr. O was talking about intermittent fasting.
24 made a guest appearance in the "Fan Questions" extra for a few seconds.
They refused to answer the questions about Scare Bear and what Rusty and Billy were doing in the time machine in case they're able to continue the story.
They made a joke about telling people just enough in the commentary to get them excited and want more. (A “joke” haha)
During Prom, Pete and Billy would have studied the Push It video extensively. Pete would’ve entered the dance floor and “boxed it out” to make space. Billy would’ve walked in the circle nonchalantly. Then they would have recreated the entire dance.
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*i'm gripping you lovingly by the hand* hey. hey. hey. hey.
i don't shout out things a lot cause like, who cares. but this time I CARE and I WANT PEOPLE TO CARE.
so this indie game studio that i've started to become a fan of in the last year, Senscape, has a new game in the works that they're hopefully, finally, gonna be releasing soon.
Senscape, previously named Nucleosys, is responsible for two horror first person point-and-click adventure games. Scratches, released in 2006, and Serena, released in 2014. Scratches is now sadly abandonware due to legal complications, but Serena is free to play on Steam.
Scratches has you living in a house that the previous owner seemed to have just gave away freely, Serena has you exploring a cabin while you play as a man trying to remember who his wife was. they're both horrific situations that hit hard and i love them so much. they're incredible story tellers too. Serena was the first of their games that i played back when i was a teen and i never forgot about it. i later heard about Scratches early this year when a friend told me about it and showed me a video on it by civvie11, the boomer shooter lover youtuber, of all fucking people. that's when i found out they were made by the same team and how i found out they're making a new game.
the new game they're making, called ASYLUM, is a spiritual successor to Scratches. they've been developing it for 10 years and what they have so far looks terrifying and wonderful. and i don't doubt that the story is going to be amazing and it'll likely make me replay it a bunch.
my other favorite aspect of their games-they don't use any cheap jumpscares. it's all atmosphere, and the scares that do happen come at the least expected times, like a haunted house. the horror comes from the situation the game puts you in, not from something jumping out in front of your face. no random screamers, no random scary faces popping out at you. it's wonderful. it's so good and refreshing. there's not a single jumpscare in Serena, and the scares that happen in Scratches are anticipated and so well executed.
Senscape is about to release a big announcement related to ASYLUM, and literally the only thing they ask in return is for people to wishlist the game on Steam. not for any particular reason, they just think it would be cool to reach a milestone in time for their announcement. i've fallen in love with the work this team has done and i want their good efforts to be appreciated and loved so. if you like GOOD horror games, made by INDIE devs, who make GOOD COMPLICATED STORIES, and who BARELY use jumpscares, and even when they do they're WELL-EXECUTED SCARES-PLEASE. PLEASE WISHLIST ASYLUM. I WANT THEM TO DO GOOD AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO COME OUT.

if you want to play Scratches, here's a download for it that includes instructions on how to make it work.
if you want to play Serena, here's the Steam page.
and here you can wishlist ASYLUM on Steam.
and here's two videos reviewing Scratches
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only just now discovered your art but I love it!!! Ur keeping the butchubbles fans alive lolol!!
Anyway I wanted to ask if you read/recommend any ppg fanfic? I don't read much so I'm curious :o
I in-fact DO read ppg fanfics!
I’ve got a few I’ve scavenged off the internet (mostly ao3 and fanfiction.net, and most are shipping related so.. don’t expect too many without ships. I’d love to hear recommendations too!!!)
The top few I recommend off of ao3:
“I’m not worth for a minute of your time”, by SassyGallium: it’s a silly Butchubbles fanfic that I enjoyed readying! It’s more of a oneshot than a full fanfic, but doesn’t change the enjoyability
“More Than Human”, by sbj: it’s an interesting story if you also enjoy color-coded ppg x rrb, but it does have freaky scenes which I’m not the biggest fan of.. (they’re teens I think? But that doesn’t change my opinion of those kinds of scenes. Not really necessary, but Yk) but it’s an enjoyable slow burn, fun for reading over time! Fair warning it’s not finished so..!
“XII”, by quacklee: my favorite short-ish bubbles x boomer story! It’s nice in case you love the pairing and just want something short and sweet!
Now two fanfic.net stories made by the same person-
“But we’re different!” And “Turn out the lights, Turn up the Volume” by CrystalGemMaker
They’re both good Butchubbles stories!! Really long with both having 20 chapters (admittedly the second one has a freaky scene. They’re both adults in that one, but I didn’t really see the point in it. I don’t think the first one has something like that since they are in their teens!) Overall I thought the plots were engaging even when they were somewhat confusing at times, but that didn’t stop it from being fun to read! (“But we’re different” is less slow burn while “turn out the lights” is slow burn with randomly being between ‘dating’ to ‘never-mind’ and is missing only ONE chapter, but is still technically like it ended)
Some more fanfic.net fanfics!:
“A whole new beginning” by ShimmerSplash: very simple one-shot yet it was still entertaining to read! Again it’s Butchubbles related (most of these are Butchubbles, they’ve somehow became my favorites)
“Humanly Human” by may8eelle: VERY LONG STORY, it’s like 30 chapters, it was a really good story to read throughout the week! It’s even completed!!!
“Here’s to you” by T.C LaBelle: another oneshot! The plot is pretty interesting and managed to keep me engaged! It’s good in case you want a short read with a pretty good plot!
And I thinks that’s about it! Most fanfics I’ve found are either too�� explicit? And strange on a whole new level for my taste or too short/uninteresting. These are the ones I’ve managed to read through and actually keep saved in case I ever want to look through again!
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Tagged by @tinydooms , thanks.
Last song: Shave em dry II by Lucille Bogan (from the playlist c*caine and women, a playlist inspired by Tallulah Bankhead, that I usually listen to when I write my roaring 20's romantic adventure)
Last book: just finishing up Forth Wing, which I didn't love. Actually mostly slept through the audiobook and wondered why on earth so many think it's great considering the language is absolutely juvenile.Then I got to the smut and it all made sense. And actually, the smut is the only thing that was well-written, both in terms of smut and turn of phrase.
Last Movie: the cat's meow (2001 Kirsten Dunst and Cary Elwes)
Last TV-show: Outlander (wtf kind of season finale was that?!!)
Favorite color: changes with the seasons but mustard yellow is always good. And rust is even better. Any earthy color really.
Sweet/savory/spicy. Sweet or savory. But not so much together. Not a fan of caramel popcorn, or salted caramel ice cream. But I do love licorice, especially the really salty kind. (Saltjävlar for all my Swedish peeps)
Last thing I Googled: the name of the closest community pool to make a reservation for water exercise, which I then missed going to due to constant fevers.
Relationship status: married (although that's up for debate after husband put onion in pasta carbonara today)
Looking forward to: finishing both my writing and knitting wips
Current obsession: Cary Elwes, which, considering his extensive career is keeping me quite occupied. Also following him on social media (which he maintains himself) is an absurd experience; it's like following your boomer uncle who doesn't quite know the boundaries of what you share online. Yesterday he posted about a dream he had, and then replied to every single note. It's very sweet, but also very much 2007 facebook.
Tagging @accidentallylita what you up to babe?
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Excerpt from "Here With Me - The Pros and Cons, Part One."
“Really is maddening that… Despite being surrounded by so many people and none of them, not one person, went to help or even come to ask if you’re okay…”
“Oh, I did notice that, yeah,” you responded while looking around you, a small little offended glare in place. “Welcome to America, I guess. Bunch of rude fuckers. People’s phones would be out, recording my death and no doubt, I’d be all over everyone’s for you page via TikTok and so not in the way that would be welcomed.”
A light scoff left his lips, “Is there any other way on TikTok? I mean…” His shoulders raise in a shrug, “I dunno, I’m not on it, but it doesn’t seem quite appealing, does it?”
It was said so innocently, so casually, your lips stretching into a smile and eyes flickering with amusement. You could have fun with this, his statement sounding so… Almost boomer of him, despite the young age in comparison to actual boomers. Which only brought on further amusement in your eyes. “Not a fan?” starting off casually. Trying to ascertain how bad this could be.
“Well…” he started, brows raised a bit as his hand reached for the back of his head, scratching his neck. “Not that I ventured much into it, but…” He gave a shrug, “It’s just dances, isn’t it? Like I said. Not very appealing.”
You couldn’t help it. The roll of your eyes came immediately as did the laugh from your lips. “Oh, God, it is not all dancing. There’s so much more to it, it’s all sorts of things. All sorts of content from all kinds of creators. Actors doing skits, some they wrote, some they didn’t, or even just jumping on a trend that showcases their acting skills or recreations of famous scenes from movies, shows… Their interpretation of it, even if it’s lip synching, it’s them. Musicians showcasing their music by either remixing,” You paused a moment, raising your brows, letting out a soft laugh. “…which you know a lot about remixes, I’m sure…”
He gave a deep hum, giving a nod, “Yeah, yeah, more than I care for, admittedly…”
“Right, well, there’s that and singing, performing, either putting out a song or performing it live. Editors, doing video edits of either original material or… Or even video edits of their favorite shows, movies, actors… Artists? Speed drawing videos showing their skills and how a sketch turns to an actual fucking piece of art. Because not all artists can get their work in a gallery, but they can post a video on a platform that will literally show up on people’s screens,” a soft laugh escaping, and you saw how he smiled, tilting his head and looking at you as you spoke. “And then there’s cooking — you’re a foodie, right?”
“I…” he started, his smile growing as he gave a nod. “Yeah, yeah, I… I consider myself a foodie, sure. That’s on TikTok as well?”
Lips stretched across your face as you gave an earnest nod, “Yes. The good and the bad. Cooking food, sharing recipes, rating dishes or restaurants—shops, like… It’s such a tool for small businesses and in this fucked up economy, it’s so needed. And...” You hesitated a moment, before giving in to a reluctant nod, “It’s helped writers as well. Promoting their books, sharing their writing, connecting with readers and… You know, that stuff. And aside from content creators, the art of it, there’s simply fans of all of it, discussing all of it, connecting with others discussing it. I don’t know if you’ve considered that part but…”
You let out a sigh, “Whether you grew up having to hide just things you like or never really recovering from the isolation we all felt during the start of the pandemic…”
Shaking your head, “Connecting with others over things you love, or just even things or people you like… Without judgement, it’s so important. Also serving to just… Y’know, give yourself a voice. Not just about entertainment but… Just life and how it can knock you down. Pick you up. The fucked-up parts that traditional media is just never going to give you a chance to scream at the world, people on the app do. They’re given that chance, and they take it, and it’s great. And if you’re feeling down, there’s people that use the platform to pick you right up.”
Tilting his head, a bit, the corner of his lip let out a smirk, “So… Definitely not just dancing then?”
You laughed, shaking your head, “No, no, Mr. Quinn, not just dancing. And the fact that people are so quick to just boil it down to just dancing is… Not only ridiculous but fucking reductive. Yeah, it has some big downsides to it. Like any other form of social media, there’s toxicity and negative impacts and even people manipulating other people. A narrative that doesn’t align with the truth, but then —”
“That…is most social media.” His nose scrunched a bit, “Well… In the name of all transparency… Not just social media, but… Traditional media as well. Interviews and misquotes running amuck… I guess it’s not any better or worse.” His lips nudge to the side as his shoulders give in to a shrug. “I suppose I shouldn’t have downplayed it, especially since I didn’t know much about it… Until now, of course.”
#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn rpf#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn fanfic#joseph quinn#just remembered i had written this part in the series#and how relevant it is today#i might write a blurb of them reacting to the ban if peeps are interested?#reader would be going through it
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For the ask game! Halbarry? :)
Ship It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What made you ship it? "Just looks for me in the stars" had me weak instantly. But honestly almost every page of Mark Waid's Brave and the bold book.
What are your favorite things about the ship? I love how they compliment each other; Hal's more impulsiveness and going with his gut VS Barry's more cautious analytical approach - but they are also both are chaos incarnate and are just two silly boys who will still play.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I am never a fan of shoving out canon female love interests, usually through death or character assassination, just to prop up a gay ship - there is polyamory as an option, and open-relationships.
I never see Hal marrying anyone, ever, even if he loves them more than anyone could possibly love anyone. I just don't see that so seeing him marrying Barry outside of fun Elseworlds/AUs feels out of character to me. In fact, my favorite fic of them had him marry Barry to save his life but then it was expanded. That fic also had Iris die but they made it make sense for the context of what was going on because this took place in the 1800s but I digress, please stop just killing off canon wives or girlfriends just to ship, have a reason.
I also perpetually see them as boomers but that's me and my nonsense.
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Hi! Could I have a boomer shooter and postal? If not postal is just okay! thank youuu :3 I like all the dudes and a lot of boomer shooters so I simply must know
Im 20 and have brown hair that goes to my neck, it’s pretty scruffy, I have blue eyes and freckles and I'm pretty chubby curvy, I go by he/him and I'm trans
I like to cook but mostly southern Comfort food, my favorite is Mac and cheese. I'm also obsessed with Norway, and have taken to trying to learn the language!
I like cheesy romantic dates to restaurants or the bowling alley or rollerskating, and I'd consider myself pretty comedic. My love language is touch and I often try to lift people and spin them if they let me
I'm pretty anxious but I'm very resilient and tend to cope with it on my own. I like melee weaponry and just running around town going into shops and doing fuck all.
I'm a big fan of zombie survival games and horror games like outlast, and enjoy a good thrill.
Wow!!! You sound like a super fun dude to hang out with!
Your boomer shooter boyfriend is:
Sam Stone
Don’t be fooled by his title. While he gets down to business when he has to, he knows how to party. You got yourself a huge flirt on your hands. I just hope you can stomach his Dad Jokes because he never stops.
Sam treasures every moment he spends with you. He was going through it rough for a while processing the deaths of his friends during the fight against Mental. It feels good to actually have a sense of normalcy. Joy even. He would love to chill at a bowling date with you
Your resilience is something he loves about you. Sam may have a bit of an ego sometimes, but he still has integrity in him. He’ll be there for you if you ever feel anxious.
He also values touch as his top love language. You can spin Sam around if you want. But the moment you put him down…it’s your turn, sweetheart!
Your Postal Prince Charming is:
Brain Damaged Dude
He likes melee weaponry and going around shops too. Wanna try both at the same time?
Ok but he really is the kind of guy who’ll lay around with you all day. He’s willing to do fun, cheesy dates with you! You just gotta get him some energy into his body so he can last long out in public. Dude is a little more of a homebody who makes exceptions for you
He’s a sucker for comfort food! Make him the southern style mac and cheese (the one you bake in the oven with 5 cheeses). Man’s so addicted he calls it your famous “Mac ‘n Crack”.
You can play horror games with him if you want! It’s not often he does though. He usually plays goofy zombie games instead like Zombies Ate My Neighbors or Stubbs the Zombie. I think he’d be in for a good time if you showed him Outlast.
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it's rare seeing a ppg fan in 2024, but we love to see it! i'm fairly new to this blog so i wanted to ask, who's your favorite rowdyruff boy?
Boomer. He's the only one who was interesting to me because they made him into a real goober.
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