#all the warnings

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Um, All the warnings? Scary clowns, blood, lots of blood, death, bodies, gore in general including the younglings, flashing, general creepiness, and two panicking parents. You have been warned.

Get 'Em!

Part I/ Part II/ Part IV/ Part V

[gumnut-logic]

Five times Alan discovered a secret and one time he kept one (Part Three)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

This one was a bit of a challenge. It fought me (that and work had worn me out by Friday, so I had to delay writing until today).

Thank you again to the amazing @onereyofstarlight for reading through and her amazing support ::hugs tight::

And Thunderfam, I know I haven't replied to anyone yet (I figure you probably want me writing more fic instead with what time I have :D ) but I have to say you've all knocked my socks off with your kindness with this one. You are a bunch of wonderful people. The Tracys would be proud.

Warnings for all the angst and hurting Tracy boys. This one hurt to write.

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

Everything was numb.

The room was dim and grey. White sheets, blue curtains, and the beep of medical monitors.

Two of his brothers sat around the bed with him, the third lying pale, wan and silent.

It was all in such contrast to his bright and energetic fish brother. He should be sitting there smirking, telling a truly awful joke.

Lying there so still…

Alan felt the well of grief deep in his belly, threatening to reach up and overwhelm him again.

He shut it down. He couldn’t afford to feel anything right now.

He’d already had his hysterics. There were no tears left. His heart was parched and dry, quietly waiting for the rain.

For the good or the bad.

Scott sat beside the bed almost as still as Gordon. His eyes were fixed on their brother, both hands wrapped around limp fingers, holding on as if to prevent Gordon from leaving.

Again, the thought caught his throat.

He must have made a sound, as Virgil looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.

Alan looked away, back towards Gordon’s sheet-draped body.

“Allie, you want to get something to eat?”

Virgil’s soft words disturbed the silence, shifting Alan’s heartbeat.

He shook his head.

Scott looked up and the pain etched into his face cut Alan’s heart to pieces.

He swallowed hard.

Virgil’s attention switched to Scott, but he said nothing further.

“Allie?” Scott’s voice cracked.

Alan moved without any thought other than hurt. He stumbled around the bed and fell into his big brother’s arms.

Strong arms. They wrapped around him and hid him from the reality in the room.

The reality that Gordon might never wake up.

And if he did, he might not be the Gordon he knew.

Scott drew in a harsh breath in Alan’s ear and the sound that escaped between his brother’s teeth was pain itself.

Alan thought he couldn’t cry anymore, but apparently he could.

He squeezed his eyes shut and refused to let out a sound, clinging to his big brother who was trembling almost as much as he.

He clung for a moment before stronger arms were gently wrapping around the both of them. Virgil was saying something, a soft, whispering rumble Alan didn’t have the energy to understand.

Time passed. He had no clue how much, but when he finally pulled away, nothing had changed. Gordon was still lying there; Virgil’s eyes were even more red-rimmed, and Scott’s expression still hurt.

“Sorry.” Alan’s voice was scratchy and harsh.

Neither brother answered him. Virgil gently rubbed his back and Scott’s hand wrapped around his arm.

Scott’s other hand had crept back to Gordon’s fingers and was again clinging to them.

Alan took a step back and cleared his throat. “I think I’ll go and find Grandma.”

Virgil’s hand stopped it’s circular motion but didn’t leave his back. “Allie-“

He stepped away a little more, his eyes drifting to Gordon, ever so grey and still.

“I’ll be back. I just need…I’ll be back.” He turned away from all of his brothers, dislodging both their hands and darted around the bed to the door.

“Allie-“ Scott calling his name hurt, but he pushed through the door and out into the hospital corridor, striding, then running down the hall.

The nurses on duty frowned at him in concern but he ignored them and ended up at the elevators where a small group of people were waiting.

They all looked at him with as much concern as the nurses.

A sign for the stairs and he pushed through into an empty concrete stairwell, the heavy fire door closing softly behind him and shutting out the world.

He stumbled down steps until everything was quiet and he could let himself fall back against a wall and breathe.

He didn’t want to think. Thinking meant hurting and since that call from Aunt Val, that had interrupted Virgil helping him with his schoolwork oh so long ago, the world had been spinning too fast.

Gordon, his amazing fish of a brother had been in an accident. A hydrofoil going faster than it had any right to, an explosion, death, and the remains of his sunshine brother jigsawed together on that bed.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Really? How did he have any tears left?

His throat ached, his head pounded.

The concrete at his back was cold, seeping through his t-shirt.

Just breathe.

It was John’s voice. His space brother teaching him how to control himself. Panic was not recommended in space.

The stairwell swam a little through the moisture in his eyes.

Panic and emotion are dangerous in space. The first step to controlling any situation is controlling yourself.

He could see his brother floating in front of him on Five.

Scott had been ever so proud of Alan that first trip up to their orbiting Thunderbird. He wasn’t allowed up there for long. Long term effects on growing bones and bodies in space had far too many unknowns. Grandma and Virgil had wired him up like a turkey ready for roasting, drawing as much data as possible as to how his body functioned in space. There was no way his family was going to risk him.

At thirteen he was still nodding at most of what his family told him, but there were frustrations. He wanted to be out there like John. John got to do amazing things while Alan was stuck at home doing schoolwork and could only watch.

But Scott had finally said yes to starting his training and that had led to finally being allowed up onto Five to learn with his brother.

It was amazing.

And frustrating even more because it was all moving so slowly.

Control meant safety.

John’s voice, ever so calm, bounced around his head.

Control.

He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. Let it out, let it take his tension with it.

Draw in another clean breath.

Let it all out.

Another.

Slow your heart rate.

John’s voice was melodic, almost hypnotising.

Calm.

Apparently this would all come naturally…eventually. For the moment he was still learning, but he was determined to get into space and make his family proud.

Scott smiled at him, blue eyes glistening.

Alan let out another breath and…

A door banged open somewhere above, and he jumped.

“I don’t appreciate your tone, Mr Tracy.” Aunt Val’s voice was sharp and commanding.

“And I don’t appreciate the GDF’s lack of assistance in this matter.” John’s voice reeked of sarcastic formality. “It is clear there are suspicious circumstances. Why aren’t you investigating?”

“As I stated earlier, we do not have jurisdiction.”

“Bullshit!”

Alan flinched. John rarely swore. In English, anyway. That was usually a thing for his military brothers.

“Are you going to sit and watch this one out just like you did with the Zero X?

Alan froze.

“John, I-“

“No, there are no excuses, Colonel. This is about family. How many more Tracys have to die before the GDF actually does their job? No wonder my father felt the need to spend billions to save lives. Someone has to.”

“Mr Tracy.” Her voice was like ice. “I understand the stress you are under, so I will excuse your remarks. However…” Her tone softened. “John, I will do my best. I promise.”

“Since when has that ever been enough?”

There was silence after that, followed by a door opening and closing.

Alan forced himself to start breathing again.

A scuffle of shoes on concrete proved that only one person had left the stairwell. The remaining soul suddenly let out a sob.

Moving ever so quietly, Alan crossed the stairwell and peered up the stairs.

His star brother had his back to the concrete wall just inside the fire door. His head was in his hands as he let himself slide down the wall until his butt hit the floor.

The sound of crying echoed down the steps.

John never cried.

Out of all of them, he was the calm one. Likely because of his job in space and that control and all. That and if he did, he did it in space where no one could see or hear him.

So seeing him crumpled on the floor sobbing into his hands…

Alan put his foot on the first step to climb up…

The fire door flew open with a bang.

Alan scuttled backwards into the shadows.

“Oh, John, honey.” Grandma hurried over and wrapped his brother in her arms. She drew his head to her shoulder.

Alan’s eyes widened as John clung to their grandmother, so far from the calm man Alan knew.

“I should’ve seen it.” The words were rasped out.

“You can’t see everything, honey. You’re not a god.”

“But I should-”

“You were busy with Scott in Japan. You were doing your job.”

“Just like I did with Dad.”

“John!”

But nothing more was said for some time and Alan grew more worried by the moment. His family was falling apart.

John was a huddled mess in the corner of a hospital stairwell, the concrete as grey as Gordon’s room.

Alan’s chest tightened again.

“John, Alan, get back here now!” Virgil’s voice was harsh over comms.

Alan didn’t think, he just moved. John and Grandma made it through the stairwell door while Alan was only halfway up the steps. He cursed himself for leaving in the first place.

The corridor was an ignored blur and he threw himself through it at a run. He skidded into Gordon’s room, past a jagged hole in the door itself that hadn’t been there when he’d left.

His family was crowded around Gordon, his fish brother’s eyes open and staring at Scott.

Voice whisper quiet. “Keep th-the noise down. Tryna sleep.”

Gordon’s eyes closed and his face relaxed.

Alan bit the inside of his cheek and looked up at Scott.

Exhausted blue eyes shone with hope.

-o-o-o-

Part 4

[terrence-silver]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Karate Kid (Movies), Karate Kid (Movies) RPF, Cobra Kai, The Karate Kid: Part III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Terry Silver/Reader Characters: Terry Silver, Margaret Spencer, Milos Dadok, You, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Feeding Kink, Mind Manipulation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Food Kink, Control Issues, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dubious Ethics, Body Dysphoria, Weight Gain, Weight Issues, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, Dom/sub Undertones, Fear of Flying, Athletes, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Food Issues, Stuffing, Body Worship, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Dominance, Submission, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Food Porn, Size Kink, Insecurity, Fat Shaming, Terry Silver is His Own Warning, Terry Silver Being Terry Silver, Creepy Terry Silver, Loss of Control, Gluttony, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Slow Burn Summary:

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 【"Ｔｈｅ　ｂｏｄｙ，　ｉｔ　ｃｒａｖｅｓ　ｓｅｎｓａｔｉｏｎ．

Ａｌｌ　ｓｅｎｓａｔｉｏｎ.

Ｉｔ　ｗａｎｔｓ　ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ　ｉｔ＇ｓ　ｒｉｇｈｔｆｕｌｌｙ　ｅｎｔｉｔｌｅｄ　ｔｏ．"】

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 Terry Silver's agenda always was to feed you until you couldn't move. Ensure you're all his. He's made it his mission.

[msilverstar]

Author(s): easyforpauline Date updated: 30 Mar 2022 Works in Series: 11,  Words: 282,100 Series Complete: No Ratings for all included works: Explicit, Mature Warnings for all included works: , Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: Captain America (Movies) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags; Dom/sub, Painplay, Humiliation, Objectification, Nipple Clamps, Hair-pulling, Anal Fingering, Begging, Banter, Gags, Tooth Brushing, Hair Brushing, (Combing), crawling, Crying, chemical play, speech restriction, Verbal Pet Play, (Steve talks a lot about Bucky being his dog but they don't commit to the premise), References to fantasies a lot more violent than anything they actually do, Stone Top, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Pet Names, Insults, Kneeling, Mouth Fisting, Face Slapping, Breathplay, Sort of? As in holding someone underwater, Morse Code, Television, Bathing/Washing, Obsessive Behavior, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Recovery, Domestic, Bucky Barnes Does His Best, Tied-Together-Shoelace Trip: Erotic Edition, Cuddling & Snuggling, Chronic Pain, Technological Kink, Video & Computer Games, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Manhandling, Praise Kink, Orgasm Denial, Pinching, Boot Worship, Gentleness, improvised bondage, Oral Sex Performed on Inanimate Object, General Good-Time-Having, (if you ignore all the parts about Steve's depression), Impact Play, Scratching, Marking, Blindfolds, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Discussion of abuse/kidnapping/brainwashing fantasies, Hand Jobs, Makeup, Biting, furniture humping, Nipple Torture, Bucky Barnes Eating Saltines, normal sex, Super Normal Sex Exclusively, Labor Union Kink, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Extended death threat/kidnapping/attempted murder roleplay (specifics in notes), Pranks and Practical Jokes, Committing to the Bit, Wrestling, improvised gags, Spit Kink, Vacation, Outdoor Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Pool & Billiards, Anal Fisting, Gunplay, forced exercise, Mild Mindfuck, Stone Top Steve & Smother-Me-With-a-Pillow Princess Bucky, Dirt & Mud & Eating Dirt & Mud, Fluff, Ear Piercings, Semi-disregard for safe piercing conditions due to super serum, Nicknames, Sharing a Bed, not sharing a bed, Arts & Crafts, Dissociation, Consumption of Raw Potato, The Briefest of Blow Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Post-Battle of Azzano (Marvel), Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff, let's talk about sex, Domestic Fluff, Some Canon-Typical Angst, Marriage Negotiation, Looney Tunes Roleplay (in Spirit), Spanking, Figging, Hand Feeding, Name-Calling, Book Club, Picnics, arts and crafts, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, corner time, Photography, Oral Fingering, Blindfolds (sort of), First Time, Kink Negotiation, Relationship Negotiation, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, watersports-adjacent activity, Light Medical Kink, high society manners kink, Dry Humping, Masturbation, some mild sexual content where both participants are underage, mentions of illness and grief

Author's Summary:

Bucky loves stories and also loves being owned by Steve or whatever. It's inexplicable sexy banter all the way down.

Bookmarker's Notes:

Wow, this series is gorgeous but hard to read: Bucky needs a lot of domination and humiliation and ownership, even depersonalization: Steve provides. Lots of spoken fantasy, lewd advances on a Mario videoparlor game. But the new sections show how it's not post-WS trauma, just how they've always loved, which seems hopeful to me.

Read the tags and warnings

[nootqueen404]

Okay so I guess it’s time I make this post, huh?

So I get an alert that someone followed me and I go check to make sure it’s not another bot. Well I got good news AND bad news at the same time.

The good news is that they were real. Yay Sarah, right? WRONG.

The bad news is that they put their age and birthday down. They were 15…a straight up fuckin’ CHILD!

Like they put their birth year down as 2008 and I was like what? 16-18? Starting to look at colleges! I immediately blocked them and almost threw up in the process. This is EXACTLY what I need before I leave for Boston tomorrow.

Now let me make this crystal clear with y’all: my content - nine times out of ten - is hella mature! That 18/21+ shit!

I catch you being under 18 and consuming my content

1. That’s your own fucking fault.

And

2. How about you fucking don’t? I don’t have time to babysit y’all, and I sure as fuck don’t want your parents coming for me because y’all were too stupid to read my initial warnings.

So at this point I’m double and triple checking the accounts of anyone who wants to follow me. If you’re under 18 I’m blocking you.

3. I’ll now be completely blunt about my own age, since some of you don’t know it. I’m 31. Thirty-one. Three-one. I’m OLD! I’m old enough to remember a time before smartphones and social media. Hell! IPods didn’t exist until I was 16. I’m old enough to be someone’s mom.

Anyways; actual children begone! Before I sick Nancy Wheeler on you.

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[cookinguptales]

So I’ve been enjoying the Disney vs. DeSantis memes as much as anyone, but like. I do feel like a lot of people who had normal childhoods are missing some context to all this.

I was raised in the Bible Belt in a fairly fundie environment. My parents were reasonably cool about some things, compared to the rest of my family, but they certainly had their issues. But they did let me watch Disney movies, which turned out to be a point of major contention between them and my other relatives.

See, I think some people think this weird fight between Disney and fundies is new. It is very not new. I know that Disney’s attempts at inclusion in their media have been the source of a lot of mockery, but what a lot of people don’t understand is that as far as actual company policy goes, Disney has actually been an industry leader for queer rights. They’ve had policies assuring equal healthcare and partner benefits for queer employees since the early 90s.

I’m not sure how many people reading this right now remember the early 90s, but that was very much not industry standard. It was a big deal when Disney announced that non-married queer partners would be getting the same benefits as the married heterosexual ones.

Like — it went further than just saying that any unmarried partners would be eligible for spousal benefits. It straight-up said that non-same-sex partners would still need to be married to receive spousal benefits, but because same-sex partners couldn’t do that, proof that they lived together as an established couple would be enough.

In other words, it put long-term same-sex partners on a higher level than opposite-sex partners who just weren’t married yet. It put them on the exact same level as heterosexual married partners.

They weren’t the first company ever to do this, but they were super early. And they were certainly the first mainstream “family-friendly” company to do it.

Conservatives lost their damn minds.

Protests, boycotts, sermons, the whole nine yards. I can’t tell you how many books about the evils of Disney my grandmother tried to get my parents to read when I was a kid.

When we later moved to Florida, I realized just how many queer people work at Disney — because historically speaking, it’s been a company that has guaranteed them safety, non-discrimination, and equal rights. That’s when I became aware of their unofficial “Gay Days” and how Christians would show up from all over the country to protest them every year. Apparently my grandmother had been upset about these days for years, but my parents had just kind of ignored her.

Out of curiosity, I ended up reading one of the books my grandmother kept leaving at our house. And friends — it’s amazing how similar that (terrible, poorly written) rhetoric was to what people are saying these days. Disney hires gay pedophiles who want to abuse your children. Disney is trying to normalize Satanism in our beautiful, Christian America. 

Just tons of conspiracy theories in there that ranged from “a few bad things happened that weren’t actually Disney’s fault, but they did happen” to “Pocahontas is an evil movie, not because it distorts history and misrepresents indigenous life, but because it might teach children respect for nature. Which, as we all know, would cause them all to become Wiccans who believe in climate change.”

Like — please, take it from someone who knows. This weird fight between fundies and Disney is not new. This is not Disney’s first (gay) rodeo. These people have always believed that Disney is full of evil gays who are trying to groom and sexually abuse children.

The main difference now is that these beliefs are becoming mainstream. It’s not just conservative pastors who are talking about this. It’s not just church groups showing up to boycott Gay Day. Disney is starting to (reluctantly) say the quiet part out loud, and so are the Republicans. Disney is publicly supporting queer rights and announcing company-supported queer events and the Republican Party is publicly calling them pedophiles and enacting politically driven revenge.

This is important, because while this fight has always been important in the history of queer rights, it is now being magnified. The precedent that a fight like this could set is staggering. For better or for worse, we live in a corporation-driven country. I don’t like it any more than you do, and I’m not about to defend most of Disney’s business practices. But we do live in a nation where rights are largely tied to corporate approval, and the fact that we might be entering an age where even the most powerful corporations in the country are being banned from speaking out in favor of rights for marginalized people… that’s genuinely scary.

Like… I’ll just ask you this. Where do you think we’d be now, in 2023, if Disney had been prevented from promising its employees equal benefits in 1994? That was almost thirty years ago, and look how far things have come. When I looked up news articles for this post from that era, even then journalists, activists, and fundie church leaders were all talking about how a company of Disney’s prominence throwing their weight behind this movement could lead to the normalization of equal protections in this country.

The idea of it scared and thrilled people in equal parts even then. It still scares and thrills them now.

I keep seeing people say “I need them both to lose!” and I get it, I do. Disney has for sure done a lot of shit over the years. But I am begging you as a queer exvangelical to understand that no. You need Disney to win. You need Disney to wipe the fucking floor with these people.

Right now, this isn’t just a fight between a giant corporation and Ron DeSantis. This is a fight about the right of corporations to support marginalized groups. It’s a fight that ensures that companies like Disney still can offer benefits that a discriminatory government does not provide. It ensures that businesses much smaller than Disney can support activism.

Hell, it ensures that you can support activism.

The fight between weird Christian conspiracy theorists and Disney is not new, because the fight to prevent any tiny victory for marginalized groups is not new. The fight against the normalization of othered groups is not new.

That’s what they’re most afraid of. That each incremental victory will start to make marginalized groups feel safer, that each incremental victory will start to turn the tide of public opinion, that each incremental victory will eventually lead to sweeping law reform.

They’re afraid that they won’t be able to legally discriminate against us anymore.

So guys! Please. This fight, while hilarious, is also so fucking important. I am begging you to understand how old this fight is. These people always play the long game. They did it with Roe and they’re doing it with Disney.

We have! To keep! Pushing back!

[psyche-reads]

At first, Hua Cheng mostly gives off the impression of a normal over-protective broody love interest in a romance novel, overly paranoid over anything that might potentially hurt Xie Lian, but then you get to the White Clothed Calamity arc and realize, oh god, oh fuck, that’s actually a completely reasonable response to having to watch someone go through that, he’s actually showing remarkable restraint by allowing Xie Lian to go off and do his own thing as much as he does

[secondbeatsongs]

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

[umblrspectrum]

nevermind i figured out how to draw her

[gingermintpepper]

I think, perhaps one of the funniest things to come from EPIC popularising the Odyssey is that now a ton of people think Poseidon wanted to kill Odysseus.

In the Odyssey, Poseidon has no intention of killing Odysseus. In fact, part of the whole reason Zeus lets Poseidon do whatever he wants even though he thinks Odysseus is rad and should get to kiss his wife is explicitly because Poseidon had no intentions of killing Odysseus. Poseidon wanted to pay back the suffering/inconvenience blinding Polyphemus would have caused. It's a really abstract thing tbh. How do you pay back someone permanently disabling your son? Poseidon's solution was just to amputate Odysseus from his other half; i.e. Penelope. The end game was never murder, it was always an endurance race.

(Od. Book 1: Zeus reassuring Athena that he is not, in fact, a part of Odysseus Hater-Nation. Trans. Robert Fagles)

Also, for those wondering if there's any sort of in text reason for why Poseidon wasn't around in God Games - at the time in the Odyssey when Athena petitions Zeus to let Odysseus leave Calypso's island, Poseidon was -checks notes- on vacation in Ethiopia. Yep. He left to Ethiopia for a festival and thusly was very much absent for Athena's whole "please let Ody go? Please? 🥺" request.

(Od. Book 1: While Odysseus was suffering, Poseidon went to party in the east)

I am begging y'all to read the Odyssey. It's a comedy for everyone except Odysseus and Penelope who are, in fact, suffering 24/7 365.

[parisoonic]

Demo has had many careers - tattoo artist isn't one of them.

[hecatesbroom]

so i got bored and made another uquiz. which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?