#also this is late as fuuuuuuck

[spicygambles]

can't stop thinking abt ur doc and beef comparison... they really are like opposites. Also ik u said the herding dog x lamb x wolf was more for grumdoc dynamic but i think it could apply to the beef, doc, mumby one as well. Especially cause one would assume beef is the herding dog and doc the wolf - only to be quite caught of guard that theyre wrong when beef gets his hands on mumby ehehe.. :3

Okay... I'm ready

Anon, you know me, I like my cheerful bubbly men to have that certain pinch of danger, that touch of obsessive, I mean- how many is it now? With Scar and Impulse, Grian, to a certain degree and they're just the specifically cheerful ones (Xisuma doesn't count, not yet). But Beef? VintageBeef himself?

I do write him as someone with a lil something slithering beneath his handsome, beaming smile, but when you categorized it as hunger, anon I have to say, it all started to make sense.

It's easy, I think, to look at Beef at a distance, see his charming smile, the excitable way he talks, his bouncy bubbly personality and take that as face value. Just as easy to disregard the sharpness of his canines and that look in his eyes, everything he's buried under the heavy layers of restraint and self control.

He knows himself, knows what he's capable of and only a handful of people have scratched the surface of it. But he loves his friends y'know, from the past and all through the present and he knows himself, what he's capable of and he's spent so much time reigning himself in, moulding himself until the danger is all but gone and love's the only thing he's capable of offering.

That doesn't mean his teeth aren't sharp though.

So! The herding dog and the wolf are friends and they spent a good chunk of the past together and they know- eh I'd say most of each others capabilities. Where does our lovely lamb fit in?

Well, Mumbo has a certain... magnetism around him, even with how aloof he was in the beginning, how rare his interactions were (we've talked about this before and will do in the future), but its in both Beef and Doc's nature to be drawn to him.

It only really started during season 5, just... surface-level stuff, a budding curiosity. It felt like both of them were at the cusp of something significant. But there were many other distractions, a lot more games, and they both left early so it didn't really go anywhere in the end.

Season 6 came and Grian did his thing, now Mumbo was a little less avoidant and a little more present. Doc was there, his eyes now looking at Mumbo, rapidly growing fonder, but Beef wasn't and Doc had let his guard down.

Season 7 and Beef was back! Doc, caught in the joy of the reunion didn't even think to put his guard back up and honestly? He didn't really need to at this point. Beef had spent the season away further dulling his claws after all.

But again, that damn curiosity, not to mention the fact that Doc had already sated his.

During the welcome back party Doc had taken it upon himself to catch him up to things he missed, talking his ear off as he eagerly listened. But as the night wore on and their supply of alcohol dwindled, Doc's tongue got looser and looser and the man is talkative when he's drunk.

Who knows how their conversation steered towards Mumbo as they huddled closer and closer, Etho and Bdubs already conked out for the night, maybe Doc just recognized his past hunger brimming on the edges of Beef's cordial smile, but he spared no detail and that made that age old curiosity burn.

Beef would then find himself subconsciously stalking Mumbo, keeping his eyes pinned on him like he was prey. Time passed, the honeymoon happens and maybe this is why Beef was like that, so sure of himself, so... in the know. Maybe the honeymoon wasn't as spontaneous as it could've been even... who knows.

I just think it's funny that the wolf only got to the lamb because the herding dog barked when he wasn't supposed to.

[the-pigeon]

sometimes you just gotta sit down and realise that you kinda suck. and then you gotta learn to deal with that

[eggs-can-draw]

Discord notif on my phone went off in the silence of the booth between scenes. Loudly. All my confidence is gone

[eiightysixbaby]

12:25 A.M.

word count: 1.7k

summary: eddie calls you late one night while he’s looking at your photos…. ;)

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut smut smut. this entire thing is just filth from the get-go, sorry not sorry. lots of swearing, eddie & reader masturbate over the phone, lots of dirty talking - eddie and reader are bein nastyyyyy, daddy kink on the low, mention of explicit photos/nudes, if I forgot anything lmk!

author’s note: yeah so uhhhh the eddie sluts discord was having a convo about eddie keeping dirty polaroids of you and thus, this piece of filth was born. i’m so serious there’s barely a plot this is just nastiness, enjoy!!! also: the photos in the photo set above are not meant to represent what reader looks like - they’re just aesthetically pleasing.

*Rriiiiiiiing Rriiiiiiing*

The sound of the phone startles you from your half-asleep state. You’d unintentionally almost fallen asleep sitting up in your bed, television still playing softly in the background. You rub your bleary eyes and turn to the clock as you grab the phone. 12:25am. Who would be calling at this hour?

“Hello?” you say into the receiver, voice a little groggy.

“Hey, sweets. I’m sorry for calling so late,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice on the other end.

“Eds, hi. What’s up, are you alright?” you sit more alert now, wondering why he’s calling you after midnight.

“I’m fine sweet thing, just had a long day at work and I missed you,” his voice sounds breathy, not his usual tone of voice. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“I had kind of dozed off, but it’s fine. What are you up to over there, baby?” you ask him, curling the phone cord around your fingers.

“Oh, y’know… just looking through those sexy Polaroids I took of you. Touching myself a little bit,” you can hear the smirk in his voice, and you feel yourself shudder a little at his words.

Throughout the time you’ve been dating Eddie, he’s gathered quite the collection of explicit photos of you. He loves to take pictures of you in all sorts of positions, snapping shots of you naked on his bed, you split wide open on his cock, you sticking your tongue out while he presses his cock to your mouth, one of your face covered in his cum. You’ve even taken some of your own to sneak into his stash, photos of your tits squished together, or your fingers buried deep in your cunt. Eddie loves them, he looks at them all the time. He keeps the safe-for-work photos of you in his wallet and in his car, but the raunchy ones sit in a box under his bed - for his eyes only.

“Touching yourself to little old me, handsome?” you tease him, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Fuck yeah baby, it’s like I’ve got my own personal porn star to look at, how could I resist?”

Your cheeks heat up at his response, and you clench your thighs together involuntarily. You know what he wants, know he needs to get off, so you take the bait.

“Mm, wish I was there to touch you instead, Eddie,” you giggle, feeling heat rush to your core at the thought of him spread out in bed, jerking his cock to you.

“Shit, baby, you know I love your hands on me,” there’s a pause, and then, “What are you wearing right now, sweets?”

“One of your t-shirts, you know - the blue and black tie dye one, and a pair of black panties….” you speak slowly, drawing out the words.

“No bra?” he asks, his voice husky.

“No bra, baby. In fact, you can see my nipples through the fabric of the shirt….” you trail off, knowing what you’re doing to him. One of your hands reaches up to toy with your breasts as you speak, as if you’re doing him a favor by touching the parts of you that he can’t right now.

“Fuuuuuuck, I need my hands on you baby. Wish I was there with you right now,” you can detect the strain in his voice, can faintly hear the schlick schlick of his hand moving up and down his cock.

It only turns you on further, and you slowly slip your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, ghosting circles over your clit. “Mmm, Eds, I need you here right now,” your voice is seductive, pleading.

“Yeah, baby? What would you have me do if I was there with you?” Eddie purrs.

“I’d have you finger my soaking pussy…. two fingers, maybe three… need you to stretch me out,” you’re dipping your own fingers past your entrance as you get the words out, your fingers not reaching even close to the places Eddie’s can reach. “I love when you curl your fingers inside me, you know how to play with me, baby.”

“Fuck yeah I do, sweetheart, shit-” Eddie grunts, and you can tell he’s picking up his pace on his cock. “Wish I was fingering you, hitting that spot you love, getting those pretty sounds out of you-”

“Please, baby, love how you touch me…” you’re begging even though he’s not there with you.

“Would you suck my cock for me, baby? Fit my fat cock down your throat, hm?” he continues on, and his words have your head spinning. Imagining his fingers inside you instead of your own as you work to get yourself off. You’ve never engaged in phone sex before this, really, but with Eddie it feels so natural. It’s a different kind of turn-on to hear him talk to you while you know he’s got his thick fingers around his cock, pretending that it’s you.

“Y-yes, daddy. Love having your cock in my mouth, need you to fuck my face…” you’re practically moaning into the phone, head lolling backwards. “Wanna taste you, please Eddie please…”

“That’s my good fucking girl, need to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, baby. Love when you swallow my load,” his breath is staggered as he speaks through gritted teeth. “Are you touching yourself for me, baby? Got your fingers deep in that pussy?”

“Yeah, ‘m so wet for you, Eds. Doesn’t feel as good as when you do it, though,” you pout, pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, the coil in your stomach tightening gradually.

“Aw, I know sweet thing. Need daddy to take care of you, yeah?” Eddie knows exactly how to talk to you to send you reeling, your eyes screwing shut as you finger yourself, movements growing sloppier.

“Yeah babe, fuck, need you inside me. Want you so bad,” your fingers have set a brutal pace fucking into your dripping cunt, and you're almost positive Eddie can hear how soaked you are as you please yourself.

“Got me rock fucking hard for you, baby, can you hear me stroking my cock to your pretty pictures?” he taunts, but you absolutely can hear the filthy noises in the background - quieting your moans so you can listen better.

There’s a beat, and then you hear him spit into his hand, the sloshing sounds picking up speed and intensity as he presumably starts to pump his cock faster. You plunge your fingers as deep as they’ll go inside of you, curling them desperately to hit that delicious soft spot.

“Yes, fuck, it’s so fucking hot listening to you touch yourself for me,” you’re breathing heavy as you work yourself to orgasm, “Wish my fingers were wrapped around your dick right now.”

“Mmmhhh, I love when you wrap those delicate little hands around me, baby. I’m so big they barely hold me, princess,” he’s smirking as he speaks, loves riling you up thinking about the size of him.

“Yeah, Eds, you’re s’fucking big. Love how you fill me up, daddy,” he revels in the praise, and you hear him chuckle on the other end.

“My little cockslut, loves getting stretched by me, hm?” Eddie’s voice is low, sending electricity right to your core. “Shit, baby, my cock’s twitching just thinking about you… ‘M so worked up.”

“Want you to cum for me, Eds. Are you close? Love it when you cum for me,” you’re whining, fingers now circling your clit in rapid movements, getting closer and closer to your release.

“So close, sweetheart, wish I could cum all over that pretty face of yours,” Eddie moans into the speaker, little whispers of shitshitshit falling from his lips. “This picture’s one of my favorites, baby… my cock buried deep in your pussy from behind… my hand gripping your hair. Pretty ass of yours on perfect display f’me, fuck-” he’s tugging desperately on his cock at this point, whimpering into the phone.

“What about the one with me in handcuffs? Legs spread on your bed, waiting for you?” you hum, egging him on, getting him right to the edge of release as you describe the lewd photo.

Eddie doesn’t answer, just lets out a strangled moan on the other end of the line. The two of you go on like that for a little, mewls slipping past your lips, getting wetter as you listen to him cursing, panting, moaning your name. The soft pads of your fingers work on your clit, your insides feeling like they’re on fire with how worked up you are. Your eyes are shut tight, imagining Eddie settling you on his lap as he fucks up into you.

“Baby - fuck - I’m gonna fucking cum, shit,” Eddie whines, bringing you back to reality for a moment.

“Cum for me, baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” you coax him, listening closely to hear the way his breath hitches as he finally lets go.

His moans are short and sporadic as he finishes all over his chest and stomach, and you continue to rub your swollen clit as he catches his breath.

“How you doing over there? Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Gonna cum while you think about me? Bet you wish I was filling you up real good, huh?” Eddie’s relentless, talking you through the entire thing.

“Yes, daddy - fuck! Gonna cum, gonna cum for you, oh my god…” the coil in your stomach snaps finally, feeling yourself plummet into bliss. You’re clenching around nothing, moaning ‘EddieEddieEddie’ as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s my good girl, you okay sweet thing?” Eddie coos, listening to you pant as your body calms down.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. How’re you?” you say softly into the phone once you’ve regained some composure, body spent as you lay back onto your pillows. You feel like you’re floating.

“I made a fuckin’ mess of myself, sweetheart, came so hard,” Eddie huffs a laugh, and you smile.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“Take a Polaroid of you all messy with your cum. Wanna start a photo collection of my own,” you chew at your lip, getting flustered thinking about how he must look right now.

“Oh, yeah? And why do you want my photos, sweetheart? Wanna get yourself off to them?” Eddie asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from you.

“Maybe….” you giggle, suddenly feeling shy.

“Fuck, baby. Can I come stay the night? I need to be inside you right now, no way I can wait till tomorrow,” you can picture the puppy dog eyes Eddie would be giving you if he was next to you right now, and you laugh.

“Yeah, Eds, get over here. Gotta live up to all that talk,” you reply, knowing he’s gonna live up to that talk and then some.

“Want me to bring the camera?” he asks.

“Duh.”

[yoditopascal]

Hi!! I love your writing. I have a request for a Jason Todd smut involving the Batmobile!!

Thank you so much!!

Ahhhh thank you sm that really means a lot 🤧

And sorry for the late reply I’ve been super sick lately! Anyways I hope you like this!

This contains smut so minors pls DNI

“This is a bad idea” you said breathlessly Jason trailing up the side of your neck leaving wet open mouth kisses in his wake.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked lips grazing your ear as he came up for breath

“No way in hell.”

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned diving back down to your neck biting and sucking as he trailed down to your clavicle and chest.

What started off as a joyride in the Batmobile turned into something so much more when Jason put his hand on your thigh and gave a light squeeze.

It was date night and Jason had just gotten back from patrol. Tossing his helmet to the floor Jay quickly changed his clothes and dragged you out of your cocoon of a bed to spend time with him. By now most places had closed except for the diner around the corner from your apartment. Grabbing a quick bite of breakfast the two of you wandered around downtown for a while not wanting the night to end but also not knowing what else to do.

That’s when Jason got the bright idea to take you to the Bat Cave. He knew Bruce would still be out patrolling and dealing with his own brand of bad guys so the cave would be damn near deserted. Once you guys got there he was pleasantly surprised to find that Bruce had also left the Batmobile behind for the night too. It had taken some talking into but eventually you caved in and agreed to take the car out for a spin with him.

Cruising around Gotham in the Batmobile, as you found out, had been a blast!

Jason would switch between speeding and drifting, every time he accelerated you would grip his thigh or he’d grip yours, the adrenaline working yourselves up, which is how you found yourself parked on top of a hill overlooking the sleepy city as you made out and he worked at getting your clothes off.

Jason lifted up your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin as he dragged them down to the hem of your pants, playing with the waistband before tugging them down your legs.

Lifting you up by your hips, he drags you down the leather seats until your legs were draped over his shoulders and your clothes core was just below his face, his hot breath fanning over your thighs as he kissed and nipped at them causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He said teeth grabbing at the hem of your underwear dragging them down your legs.

You moaned softly at the first drag of his tongue. Your legs tremble around him as he drags his nose and tongue up and down teasing you.

You clamp a hand over your mouth muffling a particularly loud moan as he presses his mouth against your clit, sucking on it before pulling away and flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles and spelling out his name around it.

Jason pulls away pulling your hand from your mouth as he pushes in a finger.

“I’ll stop right here right now if you try and keep yourself quiet again.”

Watching you through dark lashes, he slowly begins to move his finger in and out of you, curling his finger against your gummy walls until he finds the right spot. You let out a strangled half-sob as he leans back down pressing his mouth against your clit again, sucking and flicking at the hard nub.

Fuuuuuuck,” you rasp out, reaching for his hair. He knew you were getting close, he could tell from the way your walls pulsed around him as he added another finger.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your orgasm building. “Please, right there!” You choked, eyes closing as you threw your head back.

“That’s it baby, just let go for me.”

You stifled a sob as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Jason doesn’t stop as he holds your trembling legs wide open as he works you through it.

“You alright?” He asks with a chuckle as he finally stops.

You nod unable to fully answer him just yet. He chuckles at you again.You watch mesmerized as you catch your breath as he pulls his shirt over his head first, then goes to pull his pants down but not off all the way, just enough to free his hard dick from the stuffy confines of his boxers.

“You ready for me?” He asks, stroking himself as he lines himself up in front of you. You nod still not fully able to use your words just yet and both watch as he sinks into you.

“Shit,” he hisses. He gives a few slow calculated thrusts, just to be sure you're well adjusted to him before he picks up the pace.

“Fuck me Jay.” You begged wanting more than anything for him to go faster, harder, anything to feel more of him against you.

“Whatever you want, baby.” He said before kissing you and locking in.

You were moving together now, a hard rhythm of skin against skin filled the car as Jason fucked into you and you tried desperately to match his pace. One hand threaded through his own while the other clutched clumsily to his back, nails desperately digging in, Jason had an iron grip on your hips as he bucked into you, neither one of you wanted to let go of the other.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He hissed into your ear burying his face against your neck, his pace becoming harsher, you were having a hard time meeting him thrust for thrust now, both too lost in the ecstasy of it all.

“Jay, please!” You scream as your orgasm washes over you once again, nails biting into his shoulders. You curl your arm around his neck and he presses his forehead against yours, the car rocking with the efforts of his movements.

“Fuck!” he grunts, kissing you hard as he comes. He continues to thrust into you roughly, hips twitching as you card your fingers through his hair, holding onto him as he spills into you.

Pulling away Jason looks at you, a crooked smile settling on his lips as he leans down to kiss you one more time.

“Oh my god I can’t believe we did that!” You squeak embarrassedly voice going hoarse from screaming.

“What? It’s not like it’s the first time we did this.” Jason chuckles, going to pull up his pants and handing you your clothes.

“No, I mean here! In the Batmobile!” You cried as you get dressed in a hurry, you could only move so fast though as the bonelessness of being fucked senseless had started to set in.

“What if Batman finds out?” You asked biting your nails. Jason lets out another laugh as he leans down to kiss you one last time before whispering in your ear. “Fuck, Batman.”

[running-with-the-feels]

Can I have some t4t subscorpe please tundra 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

T4T! T4T! T4T!

Kuai Liang, waking up achy and groggy: Why do I feel so bad?

Hanzo, exiting the bathroom: We're on our period

Kuai Liang: Fuuuuuuck

Hanzo: I thought T was meant to make it stop? Why did it come back? What god have I pissed off this time?

Kuai Liang: Idk but also idc, get back in bed and cuddle me

Hanzo: go put your pad on first or you'll stain the sheets and eb annoyed about it later

---

Hanzo, glaring at Kuai Liang:.....

Kuai Liang, shaving his stubble: What's wrong?

Hanzo: What kind of magic face wash did Johnny give you?

Kuai Liang: Pardon?

Hanzo: Why does your beard grow so fast!?

Kuai Liang: Yours doesn't?

Hanzo: NO! My ass hair grows like weeds but my face? Nothing!

Kuai Liang, laughing so hard the razor slips and nicks him: Ow, shit

Hanzo, jumping up with the first aid kit: Serves you right for mocking my pain

Kuai Liang: You know I love you

Hanzo: Never doubted it

Hanzo kisses Kuai Liang on the forehead

Hanzo: I love you too

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Rivalry era

Hanzo, walking into an abandoned shipping port:.........hi

Kuai Liang, startled to see him:.......hello

Johnny, running up: Sorry I'm late here's your stuff! I'd love to stay and chat but I rly gotta go, don't kill each other, bye!

Hanzo and Kuai Liang look at each other, then at the vials in their hands, then back up at each other

Hanzo:.....huh

Kuai Liang: I won't tell if you don't?

Hanzo: Deal

Kuai Liang, turning to leave: See you at our next battle then

Hanzo, embarrassed: Can I ask a favor first?

Kuai Liang: Depends on the favor

Hanzo: Can you......Can you hold my hand?

Kuai Liang, baffled:.....?

Hanzo: I hate needles and I'm due for my shot today, could you just-

Kuai Liang: Oh! yeah sure, no problem

(next time they fight, they're both pulling their punches and neither wants to admit that things have changed)

Lemme know if y'all want more!

[doasyoudesireandlive]

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pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor break down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut

word count: aprox. 2k

a/n: This is a fic inspired by something that happened to be at work lol. Hope you like it! Beta read by myself and english is not my first language, there will be mistakes.

thank you lovely @late-to-the-party-81 and @navybrat817 for the hype on this one! <3 <3

Humming along with the song playing in your headphones you jump into the tractor. The winter snow is turning soft, and rain threatens to pour down. Every road in your town polished with ice, and you’re out spreading sand on the roads to make it possible to drive. You back the tractor up, hearing a weird clonky metal sound when you put it in drive. “That’s not a good sound,” you mutter to yourself. Suddenly the machine is tilting forward. You climb out, and see that something is broken, making it impossible to drive any longer.

You groan “Fuuuuuuck.” There almost no traffic, so you suddenly feel very alone. Fishing your phone up from your pocket, you call your supervisor. After explaining the problem the answer is “Sorry, but I’m in the other side of town. But why don’t you give Steve a call? I’m sure he’ll help you out. And Y/N? Just go home afterwards.” You sigh and hang up the phone.

You didn’t really know Steve that well. He was ridiculously handsome and one of the landscapers at your firm. Usually driving around in a wheel loader, or in an excavator, or showing off his broad shoulders while doing some manual work he made your knees go weak. 

Your finger lingers over the call ID, but you make the call.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve” a dark, but kind voice answers.

“Um, yeah, hi. Its Y/N. Sorry to bother you, but my tractor seem to have broken down. You mind come picking me up? And maybe have a look at it? To me it looks like the something is broken, so I’m stuck here.” You nervously bite your lip, hearing Steve talk to someone in the background.

“Sure, honey. We’ll come right away”

You give him your location, then thank him and hang up the phone. It’s a bit chilly but pulling your woolen hat on and stuffing your hands down your pockets helps with keeping warm. Minutes pass by and you’re starting to feel abandoned. Why aren’t he here yet? Glancing at your clock you see that it’s been 40 minutes since you made the call. You walk around in circles and complain, when a silver pick-up comes your way. The car pull over and you can see that Steve is the driver. In the passenger seat is Bucky. Of course, Bucky is there with him. They’re practically attached to the hip. Bucky is one of the machine operators at the firm, his main machine being the road grader.

They stop the car and step out and towards you. Steve is a sight in his jeans and plaid shirt, dirty dark blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Bucky is also painfully attractive, in an all-black outfit with his messy dark brown hair and lapis lazuli blue eyes. They chat a bit back and forth, as they reach you.

“Hi fellas, thanks for saving me” you joke with a big and apologetic smile on your face.

“No worries, sweeth… uh Y/N” Steve blushes and looks down at the ground. Bucky chuckle and wink at you, and Steve give him a shove. Clearing his throat, he looks up at you “So… What’s up with your tractor?”  You show them the tractor and they talk together in hushed voices while they look it over and it end with both of them just looking at each other.

“It needs to be fixed at a workshop, I can call rescue now, but it’s cheaper to wait until after the weekend.” Steve looks at you, hands in his pockets and feet shuffling nervously. “We could give you a ride… if you want to of course, it’s ok if you don’t want to I understand just….” You chuckle and end Steve’s nervous rambling.

“I would love a ride, thank you.” You beam at him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks. Bucky is leaning against your tractor when Steve signals him to get in the car. You are sandwiched between them, their big frames taking up the small space in the car. “Sorry. I’m afraid it’s not very spacey..” Steve give you a small smile.

Before you can even answer, Bucky drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I’m not sorry at all, doll. Shame it’s this roomy” he wiggles his brows and make you laugh out.

 You shudder, the waiting in the freezing weather made you cold. Steve’s hand come out to touch your hands and cheek. “Jeez, you’re really cold. Lemme just…” He cranks up the heat in the car. As you’re driving you cuddle up against Bucky, his warm frame helping to get the warmth back in you.

“You little shit, Barnes” Steve mutter out as you sigh contently against Bucky’s side.

“You wanted to drive remember – you wanted to be the one to drive to her rescue” Bucky argue back. A teasing smirk appear on his face

“Don’t pout Stevie, you still get to be the ‘hero’” Bucky say while making air quotes with his free hand. Steve glares at Bucky, and huff out a curse.

“You’re both my heroes,” you say, leaning away from Bucky. You lean over and drop a chilly kiss on Steves cheek. A cute flush creep up Steve’s neck and he clear his throat and looks over at Bucky.

“Hey! Why do he get a kiss and not me? I’m the one warming you up here! He just drives!” Bucky tries to sound offended but fails miserably, the playful gleam in his eyes giving it away.

“Oh right, oh right.” You laugh out, dropping a sweet kiss on Bucky’s cheek as well.

“Ha! There you see, punk!” Bucky looks very proud and pull you against his side, the shit-eating grin he’s sporting making you laugh.

The rest of the trip goes by quickly, both men joking and talking to you, and Buckys body heat making thawing you up.

“You wanna come inside for a bit? We’re making lunch.” Steve’s baby blue’s gaze hopefully into yours. “Of course! I would love to. If I’m not intruding?”

“Stop talking nonsense, doll. Let’s go!” Bucky grab your hand in his and brings you in to a lovely house. The hallway is light and roomy, the walls decorated with photos of Steve and Bucky together. Holding hands, and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. You look between Steve and Bucky and you mentally slap yourself for the stupid kissing in the car. Of course! They were a couple!

You pull your hand back from Bucky’s grasp and walk further into their home. Steve goes into the kitchen and you can hear him washing up and starting to move pans back and forth in there.

“Anything on your mind, doll?” Bucky whisper in your ear, his warm breath and velvety voice making heat lick up your spine. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you manage to croak out “Nothing special, no. Just… Your house is so lovely. It feels so homey here” you smile, kicking yourself mentally for believing that they really wanted you. Bucky’s smile beam towards you as he guides you towards the sofa and gesture for you to sit down. After fetching you a soda, he helps Steve in the kitchen, their playful banter heard all the way to the living room. A few minutes later lunch is ready.

“Come sit, lunch is served” Steve say with a proud and warm smile on his face. A wonderful smell fills the room and the most delicious chicken soup placed on the table. All three of you enjoy the meal, the conversation flows and it feels like you’ve been friends forever. After two servings (Steve practically force-feeding you the second cuz “You stood there in the cold, better not get sick”) you thank them for the wonderful meal. Bucky and Steve once again direct you to the couch and you observe them fondly while they tidy.

It’s easy to see that they love each other. They do a good job keeping it casual at work, but in retrospect you don’t have a hard time believing that they are a couple.

Steve pull you out of your thoughts when he sit down beside you. “You feeling ok? Warmer now I hope?” his soft gaze makes your heart beat faster in your chest and you almost beams as you nod your head. “Good, I’m glad” He say before looking uneasy for a moment. He straighten his back, then lift his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You stiffen for a second, making him hesitate. However, when you melt into his embrace, you can hear him sigh and feel him relax against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you feel arousal growing in your abdomen.

A part of you felt shame. They were taken. Both of them! By each other!

A warm body sit down beside yours, caging you in. Its Bucky, leaning over and embracing you and Steve in a hug. Your heartbeat is picking up, and you can feel your panties getting wet. Bucky release you, leaning over and pulling Steve’s face towards his own. Bucky and Steve meet in a filthy kiss, right in front of your face. You can’t even breathe, the moment so filthy, arousing and scandalous. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest and your panties are ruined. A quiet moan escape your lips and Bucky break the kiss. You look at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh babygirl… You like the show?” Bucky smirk, putting on fake innocence. You look at the men in front of you. Bucky looks like the chesire cat, and Steve looks like he’s wrecked all ready.

“Anwer him.” Steve’s voice whisper out, low and broken.

“Yes. I like it.” I mumble out, afraid to meet their gazes. “Look at us when you’re speaking” Steve’s voice sounds like the crack of a whip. Your look up, meeting their stare with newfound bravery. You even tilt your shin up, making Steve huff out a chuckle.

“Good girl.” A shiver run down your spine, arousal making your breath shallow and fast. Steve’s hand come up to cradle your face. “May I kiss you?” He whispers against your lips, almost touching. You lean in, closing the distance. The kiss is soft and sweet, before it turns need, rough and downright filthy.

Steve is ripped away from you, Bucky’s hand firmly planted in his hair. “Enough, it’s polite to share” Bucky’s hand slide from Steve’s hair and lands around his throat, squeezing softly making Steve choke out a moan. Bucky’s looks at you, his stare hungry, like a predator hunting down its prey.

Closing in on your face, he crashes his mouth to yours, kissing you breathless. It’s different with Bucky, he’s not soft and sweet, he’s filthy right from the start. Your hands travel up to his hair, pulling on the messy locks. Soft lips and scratchy stubble moves down your throat and you moan into Bucky’s mouth.

Steve’s hand travel down your body, sliding down into your panties. He moans out when as he slips a finger into your pussy. “Wow, baby… You’re so wet” He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you push Bucky away to catch your breath. A guttural moan escape your lips, when Steve’s fingers fill you up. Bucky takes a hold of your work pants and panties and rip them off in one smooth motion. He sits down on the floor between your legs, his mouth inches from your clit. The coolness of the air and Bucky’s hot breath against your bud makes goosebumps appear on your body.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight.” Steve’s voice is gruff and low. You look at Bucky between your legs and he smirks and blow air right onto your clit. When you gasp and whine he simply licks his lips and trail his hand up Steve’s thigh. You look at his hand, how it trails all the way up to the big bulge in Steve’s lap, threatening to burst the zipper any time now. He expertly opens the button and the zipper and wrap his fist around Steve’s impressive length.

At the same time as Steve moan out, Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy. The tip of his tongue dipping in beside Steve’s fingers before circling around your clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. Your orgasm come crashing down on you, so intense you almost black out for a second. Steve’s fingers working over your g-spot prolonging your orgasm while Bucky eats you out like a starved man. You push them away with overstimulation, making Bucky whine.

“Hey, I wanted more” He looks at you, pouting. You’re too fucked out to say anything, the aftershocks of the orgasm making you feel like you’re floating. “Come here, Buck.” Steve grabs a hold of Bucky’s hair and pull him into his own lap. Seeing Bucky straddle Steve makes heat flare inside you, the sight was suck a turn-on. Steve takes the fingers he was fucking you with, and hold them in front of Bucky’s face. “Here you go, sweetheart” Bucky takes the fingers into his mouth without any hesitation and moans loudly as he licks them clean.  

“That’s enough, Angel.” Steve coo, as he pulls his fingers out of Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s tongue come out to lick his lips. Steve and Bucky meet in a kiss, and it’s the most sexy thing you’ve seen in your life. Two big beefy men, tongues fighting for dominance and hips rolling, rubbing their cocks together. You look at them with big eyes, and moan with them when they cum.

They hold on to each other to catch their breath. Bucky is the first to look at you. “I wish your tractor broke down sooner, doll”

You laugh loudly and mumble “me too, boys. Me too.”

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

[fightaers]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: bellaaaaaaaaaa. bella for short

PRONOUNS : she/her but they/them if ure unsure is also coolio

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : bad on all front, but discord slightly less so

NAME OF MUSE(s) : god, i have so many. feel free to browse <3

BEST EXPERIENCE : when i first entered the animanga rpc i had a really, really good time from the get-go ngl. for a while, right until my revival in 2024, i was sort of more into the 'western / live action' side of the rp media, and i kept remembering how much of a good time i had in the animanga rpc, which triggered my interest in returning.

my other best experience is basically when i learn from my dearest mutuals then how not to be afraid to project ur muses' voices into their narration, which allowed me to have incredible fun with exercising different mindset and speech patterns and/or different dialects since!

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : uhhh this is pretty specific to my experience and quite particular — thus i hope to elaborate it well — but i highly dislike when writing partners tried crafting our threads into only benefiting / leveraging their own muse(s) rather than it being a collaborative effort for both our muses' character development. this happened to me only ... twice so far ? so it's quite rare considering i've been writing for ten years, but i'm suuuuper sensitive about this.

so for example right, what usually happens is me and my writing partner would talk about our muses and we see common ground and where we could expand on a point of conflict. both our muses then benefit from this point of thread because the narrative we've written ought to challenge their perspective, and this can be driven with angst, drama, whatever genre this can be explored in etc.

now what i'm pointing out specifically is when the writing partner would only try to have their own muse's emotions and challenges on the forefront of the plot, with no consideration to mine, which i think defeated the purpose of roleplaying in entirety because roleplaying especially is supposed to be a collaborative effort for all writers involved. but no, it's their muse's pain that's significant. it's only their suffering that outweighed everyone else's, and my character typically is became an "affirmation" or a "booster" to their muses' experience.

i have a few turn-off's but this one is definitely one of the highest.

MUSE PREFERENCES: oh maaaan, i've written characters from sooo many ranges. typically it's whoever tickled my brain at the moment <333 but lately i do realise i'm often drawn to

(1) outwardly soft-looking people (2) have crazy dedication value; sometimes absurdly loyal to a cause / person (3) most of the time they're brown-haired and/or dark-haired (4) a lot of them give earthy and/or green vibe

and if it's the opposite, it's either someone struggling with their temper and/or have their viewpoint challenged or exploited. don't believe me, check out my western multi as well to see where i'm ticking the boxes. ( i'm on hiatus there but still. look at the muses. )

PLOTS OR MEMES : fuuuuuuck. i'm super bad with first-time plotting not gonna lieeeee. listen, my attention span's crap. my method is usually this: we plot minimally ( usually to establish the timeline and/or where our muses stand ) and then i prefer winging the first thread, usually to gauge the pace of the writing, ur muses' thoughts and/or reactions so mine could bounce off of yours, and then i'd rain in your IM / discord to yap my way into ur heart 🫶 i looove when my mutuals would yap at me right back. i love substances, and i love context. i love knowing what my partners want to achieve or what they're satisfied / dissatisfied with so we can work around that. so yes, thread > plot > memes.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : wish i'm a short-replier. born a long-replier. working on making my paragraphs more concise though. that's on my 2024 writing bingo for sure!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when i want to 💀  and i have no idea when. usually when i'm rested enough so if i'm dead tired on friday, there's a chance i'll still be ghosting the dash on saturday. i try not to........ push myself so hard on my availability, which is why it's important i stress out how i am a low-activitiy blog, because i know that even if i push myself when i don't want to, it won't work. my brain would dead-ass refuse to cooperate.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : i'm definitely flawed, which is something i like exploring with my muses, because i think i've tried so hard since i was 15 to be perfect. that isn't to say my characters and i share the same flaw, but unlike in real life, exploring my characters' area of weaknesses and how that can have its consequences is perhaps a catharsis for me since i could safely navigate it within a narrative i could ( somewhat ) control. it's freeing. writing has always been freeing in that sense.

tagged: @dynmghts and @ingen1um ( u sexy people muaah <3 ) tagging: @fighterbound , @bladedhunter , @kiigan , @senjufound and whoever that wants to it !!!!!

[griled-chese]

steel also lol

late as fuuuuuuck to answering this any way hell yeah mutual mutual respect

[thornswoggled]

chapter 104 stream of consciousness.... GO!

looove love love all the little attentions to chises fashion. her little patchwork flats are particularly cute, and i love the oversized off the shoulder sweater over the shirt

uncanny valley to watch elias successfully exchange social pleasantries with adults

ohhhh fuck i know chise is sweating bullets right now. "are you guys mad at me because i bwew up a nuclear weactow? because i, because i was fucking awound?"

can it be said that chise is lying when she says "i dont know about this red dragon" ? she KNOWS theyre talking about her, right? if she doesnt understand how she did it or what happened while she was transformed, maybe it doesnt count as lying...

what the fuck kind of phone case is that

more lessons in english geopolitics for the student of dubious citizenship

does this story about the two dragons imply that theres going to be a white dragon to match chise? i doubt it, but what a convenient headache she got from hearing that

also, just noticed chise is actually sitting in a chair instead of on the floor like she usually does

"i guess wales has a similar history" everyone shut up chise is waking up to englands colonial history

"where people of different races live together in harmony" yamazaki has NOT! watched the news lately

a little confused by all this dragon talk. so, the dragon of wales is representative, but its also real, but it represents social conflict, which is also real, but if those dragons, which are real, fight in real life, it would cause problems in society, even though, those problems in society, are represented in fiction as dragons. chicken and the egg situation. does the dragon represent conflict or is the conflict caused by the dragon? still not a weaker plot point than all of ghost and witch

chise is afraid to admit that she doesnt get it either. im not afraid. ill loudly say it. chise get behind me. i dont get it!!!!!!

not certain why yamazaki describes jaspers arrival as the catalyst for the plot moving along when it seems this conversation is closer to arc 3s call to action

i know elias is sweating bullets too because he cant lie either. like "fuuuuuuck my wife has to do this investigation and we cant tell them the truuuuth, fuuuuck this suuuuucks"

really cute pair of panels of elias mulling his options over. super expressive

elias correcting himself and saying "chise's not the only one i care about anymore." WOW!!!! REALLY STRANGE to hear him say that out loud, but we clapped. we cheered, even. thats growth! im capable of applauding him when he earns it

who is the dark silhouette among the people elias cares about? its not lindel, or keith, or rahab, or angelicas dad. WHO IS THAT?

"elias is lost in thought!" PLEASE i love it when he experiences a smidgen of growth and chise is O___O about it its so endearing

"hes communicating with me" PLEASE??? she kills me

oh good more things elias is being told without us being allowed to know what it is

chise is extremely concerned about underage drinking

it cannot be overstated that i love this outfit shes wearing

oh god dammit dont let her drink shes gonna tell you something she shouldnt. or maybe not. unless...?

zoey saying "i feel clear-headed" man you look bad actually

okay so my interpretation of jasmines earring is already wrong

i forgot about the critter the st georges found. or i guess, i didnt forget... but i had no idea how they were gonna reintroduce it. this thing looks very dragon-like. i wonder if it could be the "white dragon" ? is chise gonna have to fight this thang

[titleleaf]

Black Phone!!! (For the positive meme.) Or Longlegs since I saw you reblog that post from me

YES... I am going to give you the double feature here... these films have a nonzero amount in common even as Oz Perkins goes considerably further off the beaten track.

Side A

I did not expect to even enjoy The Black Phone, but whooo, I love that damn movie. The OG Joe Hill short story doesn't do much if anything for me -- it reads like a King rehash, which isn't great, and the big fat clown stuff is way too on the nose -- but the conceit of the fucking ghost phone rules and the film takes that and runs all the way to the fucking bank with it, it's awesome. I love stories about multiple victims of the same person (the same phenomenon, the same experience) finding each other and connecting, and I love ghost stories where the ghosts need to be avenged, but I also love stories about the intergenerational transmission of trauma and the bond between siblings and the way boys learn how to be men in a sick society. I love 1970s period pieces made with the involvement of people who actually lived through the 1970s and I love period piece horror and I love Ethan Hawke bebopping all over the goddamn place playing a loathsome character, a wounded beast, and I love Mason Thames playing off that Big Dramatic Baddie while managing to keep in focus the skin-crawling dread of managing an abusive adult's emotions and the grief of recognizing the vulnerable child-that-was within the monstrous adult who is, right now. I also love that the ghosts all get to work together to kick that guy's ass. It's so great. Gore makeup also wonderful and scary.

Side B

Fuuuuuuck, Longlegs. This movie did a fucking incredible job communicating a tone of intense dread and uncertainty, and while there are films that do that kind of thing basically just 'cause, it used that oppressive vibe in the service of telling Lee's story (and Ruth's) in the manner of a really bad dream. David Lynch's films are hit-or-miss for me but I've been thinking a ton lately about the way his films use surreal elements to communicate emotional themes on a level that isn't necessarily rational, stories that don't make conventional sense about experiences that don't make conventional sense either, and I think Longlegs knocked it out of the park wrt telling this story about a character whose trauma is a blank space on the map to her, who can't be certain of anything about herself in light of that. I love Lee Harker to pieces and the film's narrative unfolding made me love Ruth too (not in a backhanded way at all, but the last third of the film radically recontextualized how I felt about Ruth in a really positive way) and I love Carter (fucking agonizing!!!) but I also kind of relate to... you know... the title character. The point where I was like "oh no, I get it, I get where this is coming from motivationally" was a big oof moment. Also the soundtrack was pure bangers.

[numetaljackdog]

what i'm listening to 4/10/2024

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Limp Bizkit - Clunk: clunk. clunk clunk. clunk. clunk

Limp Bizkit - N 2 Gether Now feat. Method Man: it's backkkk and arguably never left. this didn't begin as a favorite of mine from lb but there's just so many good lines and it's so fun. discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes; we're limping on the track with the method

Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World: perhaps one of the greatest little riffs ever conceived and also btw i am a nirvana fanboy 😁

Emma Blackery - Blossom: mostly just putting this in bc i don't think i've ever had the chance to talk about how much i adore this song. easily emma's best track, i so wish she would make more that sound like this. it fits her voice so nicely and it's just so breezy and catchy and cute..... summer's a-comin'

Suede - Animal Nitrate: this goes so insane i can't believe it took me this long to find it. and i may be prone to homosexuality... but anyway this just *sounds* sooo good, the crunchy production and the riff and the melody and oh! chef's kiss!

Staind - Mudshovel: revisiting an old favorite! i so wish to perform this song live someday.... i could make it even better. and i wouldn't be a republican about it either

Ice-T - Big Gun: PENIS ALLEGORY!!!!! and VIOLENT WOMEN!!!!!! i need to watch this fucking movie so fucking badly

Limp Bizkit - Back Porch: genuinely one of lb's best songs but completely slept on bc of its placement down at the bottom of gold cobra of all things god help us. also a returning winner from a prior WILT

Sonic Youth - Death Valley '69 feat. Lydia Lunch: sonic youth good. this song in particular hits me every time as if i'd never heard it. gay

Korn - Twist: i've taken to my funny bit of unpromptedly doing the rrh na oom rah dah nn rah mm dah oom rah dah thing in the middle of conversation

Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck: i will confess to having a little eminem moment these past days 🫣 but this one is genuinely so good i love his early scrappy shitty music. he just don't give a fuuuuuuck

Sublime - Santeria: this has always been my favorite sublime song bc it's so pretty-sounding and summery and it's about tracking a guy down and shoving a gun in his mouth

Big Pun - Beware: the beat is crazy but admittedly the main appeal of songs where guys say a bunch of words really fast will always be the part where the guy says a bunch of words really fast

The Decemberists - Down By The Water: mostly kind of over the whole radio alternative indie folk pop rock whatever shit but this is so prettyyy and melancholy and i love the harmonizing bc i love harmonizing

Powerman 5000 - Nobody's Real: my friends and i have been watching this music video over and over, it's so fun..... pm5k at their peak was such a cool band with all the visuals and cartoon antics. plus this shit is catchy as hell

DANGERDOOM - Sofa King: i previously thought i wasn't much of a DOOM fan, though i certainly respect the craft, but these days i think it might just be that his most popular material, the stuff people always recommend, just doesn't hit for me as much as his other stuff does (and hopefully will continue to, the more i listen). g

Twin Method - Flawless: these guys were too late to the nu metal game to really get their due (not to mention they were british; that was never a big spot for the genre) but i would posit that they were damn good for a 00s-era entry in the nu canon. this is their "big" song and it holds up pretty good!

Fudge Tunnel - Grey: checked this one out bc lol funny name but they're kinda legit. speaking of british alt metal. i almost wonder if they were on the other side of things, a little ahead of their time...

Blue - All Rise: heard this in an uber and it's been stuck in my brain ever since. i do love boy band r&b, AND i love a courtroom drama, so really i han't go wrong here. lots of brits in this installment i'm noticing

[october-faye]

Episode 6 of Partner Track.

Episode 5 was the best one so far. Will they keep up the momentum and stick the landing? Or was it too little, too late?

Wait. Why am I asking? They got cancelled.

So I suppose the question is, has the show done enough (and will it continue to do enough) to make me glad I went back and finished watching it?

The gang (Ingrid, Rachel and Tyler) plus Tyler's boyfriend are having brunch. Ingrid's voiceover is talking about how one kiss with Jeff has sent her world into a tailspin.

She's drinking expensive mimosas in a cardigan. If this is her idea of chaos, sign me the fuck up.

Rachel tells them about her boat adventure with Paralegal Justin, leaving out the part where they fuuuuuucked. Tyler is suspicious, but the conversation swerves to Dan Dan, the Child Man... Manchild. Whatever.

Marty has called a staff meeting, and Ingrid assumes it must be about Dan's antics.

Rachel asks Ingrid about the kiss with Jeff. Ingrid is torn between the fun she has with Nick and the intensity of what she has with Jeff. Ah, the eternal dilemma between the cerebral and the physical. She barely knows Jeff. Maybe he's also fun when he's not being a d-bag?

Again, I don't care. There is nothing stopping her from taking Jeff out for a spin except her insistence on staying in a relationship she's already emotionally checked out of. Yawn. Next.

Tyler tells her to tell Nick the truth. Rachel and Tyler's boyfriend Anthony (I felt bad always calling him Tyler's boyfriend, so I looked up his actual name) tell her not to, saying it would only make her feel better, not Nick.

The opening credits have a song with the chorus 'Why would you give it all up?' repeating over and over again. Subtle.

Nick is making his own pasta. I just want this man put out of his misery.

Ingrid wants to throw Rachel a thirtieth birthday party despite being told not to. She starts telling Nick about what happened with Jeff, but she punks out. She gets distracted after tearing open a bag of flour and frosting herself like a cupcake. Then she goes into Nick's wardrobe (for some reason) to clean up and finds... dun, dun, dun! An engagement ring! She snaps a pic and hides it again.

Dump him! Please. I feel like I'm watching the hunter slowly line up the shot that kills Bambi's mother.

[beels-burger-babe]

nah cause i've been having immortal mc thoughts and brain rot lately and it's amazing

immortal mc just doesn't give a fuck for their safety anymore, sure it hurts to die but like they know they'll be ok?

and they've lived through like everything known to mankind and have seen things that they joke about now

it's like

Immortal Mc; We are so gonna laugh about this in the future! Some Rando Human; UH NO I DONT THINK I WILL?!? THIS IS FUCKING TRAUMATIZING- Immortal Mc, shrugging; Eh, you'll get used to it, my man. Some Rando Human; What the fuuuuuuck-

and they will take all dares of all kinds

you dare them to drink this random drink that Solomon made? ok

you dare them to eat this random mushroom that Barbartos found? why the fuck knot

you dare them to stick a fork in the outlet? sure they've done it before

and the list. goes. on.

Mammon; I dare you too- Lucifer, covering Mammon's mouth; Mc is not allowed to do dares Mammon, looking confused; why not? Lucifer, eyes empty as if he's seen something he wishes to forget; They have no sense of safety for their well-being and are willing to do anything Immortal Mc in the back, hearing the conversation; Lol fucking pussy

Mc has been in multiple wars and knows how to fight don't even try them

adding to the fact they're immortal?? ya no you'll loose lmao

they have had to change their name every 90-100 years tho, which makes them confused about who they are at some points

so the brothers do have to kind of remind them every once in a while who they are and where they are

they don't even remember their original birth name which kinda makes them sad

and due to living for so long, they have forgotten multiple of their lives, with the few exceptions of extra special people they remember

but they do have like, multiple published books about their adventures

this kinda helps them remember everything so they keep writing down memories with the brothers, planning to make it another book in the human realm to share (and remember-)

its also kinda cool cause they got to bring all their books (which is a to btw) to Devildom and let Satan read them, and Lucifer if he wants

and they read them like a bedtime story to Belphie and Beel <3

Immortal Mc; -And that is the end of that book! Belphie; Can you re-read the war part? I find it interesting Immortal Mc; Which part of the War? All of it or just the torture part? Belphie, smiling sleepily as he cuddles into Mcs lap; The torture part pls Lucifer, hearing the conversation; . . .God they terrify me-

yes, Lucifer is terrified of immortal Mc cause they say and joke about traumatic events so easily and it's just. . .scary-

that is all I have for tonight sadly 😔

But I will come with more brain rot soon >:)

-Brain rot anon maybe?

Woooooooooo!!!

I love these! A classic chaos gremlin MC is always a good time.

Also MC and Belphie in this sense, also terrify me, lol. You're not alone Luci

[woodsfae]

Howdy all! I've been having a rough last few days week month year life time lately, and yesterday when I burst into tears after Partner asked me if I had a certain tax form, I knew it was time to sit my ass in a hot springs and stare at trumpeter swans. So I did! And it was great. I'm so very lucky to live in a place where I have a dozen hot springs within two hours' drive, and exceedingly lucky that one of my favorites overlooks a pond full of beautiful waterfowl. So now I am refreshed, still cigarette-free, and ready to watch more Babylon 5!

Babylon 5 S01e13: By Any Means Necessary First Previous

Table of Contents

Very Ominous Title.

Remind me never to work in cargo receiving. That looks awful. They’re really busting their cojones trying to process everything down there.

Collision?? Eeeeeeeee yikes no this is bad looking.

Industrial accidents are generally very bad. I physically recoiled from the screen. Probably I’ve read one too many graphic descriptions of trainyard squishings.

G’Kar finds out the G’Quan Eth was destroyed when the Narn ship’s cargo bay was destroyed - it’s interesting that the Narn language also follows Q with a U.

The cargo staff is working triple hours?! Fuck no, get a union and some more staff. And lowballed construction installed low quality chips. Looks like this is going to be a Working Conditions and Unionization episode. I’m a Union Person through and through. Bring it on.

The G’Quan Eth must be related to the Holy Days of G’Quan that Londo is tormenting him about. And it’s a flower! And Londo Mollari has one, duh. Love their hatred for each other. It’s always entertaining.

Earth won’t fund a higher budget for Babylon 5 safety (how like a government). So the cargo crew are striking! Well done. The words “illegal strike” should enrage everyone, automatically. And motivate them to strike, too.

They’re lucky if they get a four hour turnaround after working a double shift. ye gods. I was already on their side, but now I’m trying to figure out ways to go agitate with them.

Maybe don’t ask Eduardo to be the coolest head. His brother just died. Garibaldi is acting very coplike again, he’s rapidly losing his Limp Dishrag (affectionate) status.

“Look, you’ve made your point and Earth Central will be made aware of your grievances. There’s nothing else you can gain by continuing to strike.”

Baby, those are the magic words that let the workers know that their strike will Hit Em Where It Hurts and Guarantee Change. Don’t back down now.

“You get us decent pay and equipment and hire enough workers to do the job safely, then we return to work. Not a minute before.”

fuck yeah.

🎶I don’t need a rational to sing the International 🎶

Mollari is having a blast tormenting G’Kar, and I’m having a blast watching it!

Honestly I wanna try this G’Quan Eth hallucinogenic. Mollari’s a fuckhead but I think he’d be fun to trip with.

Senator, you know what looks even worse and sets an even worse precedent than striking Dockers Guilds? Your Shining Star of Diplomacy falling down around your ears and killing off your Dockers, of whom you already don’t have enough.

Orin Zento, their best “labour negotiator,” sounds like a union-buster. Fuuuuuuck noooooooo.

🎶 there is power in a union 🎶

I hate Orin Zento already. Such a smarmy shitface.

“I’ll kill [Mollari] with my bare hands! By my [????] there’s nothing to stop me! Sinclair can only kick me off the station! He might even thank me.”

pfffft bahahaha. So good. And Na’Toth’s entire mien for the whole ragefit. So good.

G’Kar: “We all believe in something greater than ourselves, even if it’s just the blind forces of chance.”

Na’Toth: “Chance favors the warrior.”

God I love her.

Gonna figure out how to get onto Babylon 5 and kick Zento’s face in. Blaming the accident on the Dockers, if only by implication? Going to squish his face like a grape.

Well done scruffing up Sinclair. He looks exhausted.

“Beg your pardon Commander, but if someone pushed you, wouldn’t you push back?”

That’s damn right. The state and corporations commit violence against the workers every day, but we’re always blamed and told that violence isn’t the answer once we can’t take the constant violence on ourselves any longer.

Hoping Sinclair refuses to order the soldiers under his command to obey Zento’s orders to attack the civilians. It is bonkers to me that the state is like “yeah let’s side with nonpersons and attack the civilians with the military; that’ll definitely make them loyal and dedicated workers!”

I’d watch a whole tv show about Ms Neeoma Connelly.

The lungs on Ivanova!

Lotta “unfortunately”s being thrown around by people who won’t be in any danger during the conflict.

The Senate has sent replacement workers. Keep em as additional ones, boom, half the problem solved.

Sinclair coming through and being highly pendantic about what “by any means necessary” covers.

“You should never hand someone a gun unless you’re sure where they’ll point. Your mistake.”

This episode should have been called 48 Awake: Sinclair Never Did Get That Nap

alternatively, Sinclair Interprets Regulations and Religion Creatively

The most utopian thing in this show so far: the Senate disagrees with Sinclair’s decision but are letting it stand since public opinion is on the Dockers’ side.

It’s Zento’s choice to feel embarrassed. What does he care if Dockers are paid more? He can claim he was supportive of the move and boost his negotiating reputation further.

hell yeah sci fi unions.

on to the next!

[queercelestialhoneybee]

7,9,12,13,20,21,22 for the Pride asks!! i know this is late and i'm also still figuring out mine, but i wanted to ask these!! happy pride month!!

first of all, thank you for the ask! i love asks and ask games bc it’s a chance for connection — something we’re all striving for 🥰

7. Are you the “token” queer person in your family? A: i would say for the most part yes. i have a step cousin who is gay and it is very nice to hang out with him, and i have a baby cousin who is trans but he is not out to family yet, so i am the token queer of the rest of the family.

9. When did you realize you weren’t cishet? A: i started questioning things during the pandemic. i had a good queer friends around me and i felt comfortable trying things out finally, and i finally felt like i wasn’t performing gender. i could just wear clothes i liked and that was it. so freeing

12. Name some queer artists or bands you like the most. A: i put together a pride playlist for this month and i immediately put “All The Things She Said” by t.A.T.u on there, Betty Who, Queen, Tracy Chapman, Janelle Monáe, and “Revolution Lover” by Left at London (ofc the classic pride stuff is there too and i tried to include as many queer artists as i could)

13. Do you choose to reclaim slurs? Why or why not? A: i do reclaim slurs bc in queer history, there is record of our ppl taking slurs and using them proudly like saying “yeah so what? what are you gonna do about it?” and i think that’s a rlly great mindset to have. i’m not gonna force other ppl to do so, but if anyone tries to police what i call myself, we will definitely have words.

20. Do you feel like you “fit in” with the queer/Pride community overall? A: when i was younger, definitely not. now? more so. it is kinda hard with some of the older generation who don’t seem to “get” nonbinary and asexuality and all that, but that could also just be where i live being more conservative - sometimes it’s hard to tell. i’m still trying to break into the younger (like closer to my age) crowd. i have a couple young queer friends, but it would be nice to have that community. transportation is my main barrier there

21. What message would you give to your younger self? A: fuuuuuuck thats a great question. i mean i know i wouldn’t listen to this, but my message would be: don’t try to conform to what you think ppl want from you. wear what you want, be what you want, do whatever wild crazy shit you want bc literally no one cares! it’s okay! and stop judging out loud other ppl for things you don’t understand. you can write that shit down but don’t say it out loud cuz that shit will get you in trouble

22. How do you usually celebrate Pride month? A: i used to live in NorCal, so i would go to a couple small Pride events throughout June. however, now i’m in the southwest and it’s so fucking hot that we don’t celebrate Pride until October! i’ve been trying to incorporate some sort of pride into my wardrobe every time i leave the house, though.

hey evan, thanks again for the ask! i appreciate you, and i can’t wait to see your answers!!! Happy Pride! 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️