#am I OK? Sundance

[carco5a]

hai. top 5 westerns 🤠?

oh i forgot i had these to answer from last night!!! ok so according to my letterboxd my top 5 goes something like this based on my actual ratings

1. the big gundown (1967) (more people should see the big gundown kiss kiss the big gundown i love you)

2. for a few dollars more (1965) (my favorite dollars trilogy entry)

3. the good the bad and the ugly (1968)

4. butch cassidy and the sundance kid (1969)

5. a tie between tombstone (1993) and unforgiven (1992)

SPECIAL MENTIONS: sabata (1969) which is not “good�� but is delightful and has a guy with a banjo that’s also a gun; true grit (2010) which i dont have logged in my letterboxd but was the first western i watched as an adult; and death rides a horse (1967) because lee van cleef looks so much like a long lost uncle of mine in this one i got scared and had a dark night of the soul about the future of my own testosterone hairline. i am now much more self actualized about my hairline because of this movie thank you lee van cleef.

the man who shot liberty valance (1962) i also gave 4.5 stars to on letterboxd but because i find john wayne just kind of personally repulsive it will never rank in my top 5 even if i know its Good.

[strawberrycola]

hello. i made a very long, very indulgent addition to the sam and max subreddit post earlier, and decided to make it its own post because i had way too many thoughts for a reblog. and the idea of clogging notes was eating away at my brain like mice eat a cheese. this is mostly just train of thought, so i apologise if it's complete nonsense. i've just thought a lot about sam and max's relationship, and the connection lgbt (and neurodivergent, for that matter) fans have had to the series, from my perspective since i was like 8. obviously that's gonna be tinted thru a tumblr lens, because ftmp that's where i see The Good Stuff. and i'm gay as hell, so there's bias. ok read more time kiss kiss.

anyhoozles, coincidentally i've been back on my sam and max bullshit recently, as i finally got a chance to play "this time it's virtual". and discovered vr is not my thing.

so to start, listen...i don't think sam and max's relationship is quite as cut and dry as i believe myself and perhaps many others would imagine/hope. i'm eyeing the "susan" gag from the aformentioned ttiv, in particular. but as your resident specialist in "complex and obscure knowledge of three series total or so", the question of sam and max's relationship has been here since the very beginning of the official comics. like. this has been a thing. pretending it's new is foolhardy. and wrong. obviously there's "like butch and sundance", the wedding toppers, hell, the devs of the telltale game trilogy lampshade their relationship a very decent amount, both in the game itself and in the commentary. at the end of 209, "chariot of the dogs", they directly bring it up during the final cutscene tie straightening maneuver max does. one of the devs literally gets excited about it, iirc. and one of my personal favourite examples is "do you find my warmth...alarming, sam?" from 305, "the city that dares not sleep."

that, in particular, is one of several lines directly from MR. PURCELL HIMSELF, that he gave to the devs each game as lines that must be in the game.

and speaking of season 3, i'd like to mention 305, "they stole max's brain".

(i am now holding "noir sam" so close to my chest, jsyk. that trope means the world to me. it has influenced SO much of my work, and i still use napalm's playthrough on youtube as a sleep aid. REMASTER WHEN.)

of course i and many others latched onto that shit, are you kidding me???? that whole episode was RIPE for hurt/comfort. minor spoiler warning for those that would mind, it's a roaring rampage of revenge plot. at least for the first 30 minutes or so. it's part of a long history between the two of freaking the hell out the second they're separated from each other in a way that doesn't end in like, five minutes. (305. if you know, you know. fkin brutal, man.) sam, in the second act of the game, has been affected by an alternate reality plot, and fully believes he has carried max's brain in a jar his whole LIFE and seemingly has no plans to stop doing so!! it's part of a season where the WHOLE PLOT revolves around the nature of their relationship and how it could change. you don't have to be a shipper yourself to understand how that could be incredibly compelling to the people that fancy them as a couple.

and it's a fandom that i give a lot of credit to lgbt people for revitalising in the mid 2010s~ (i was already a fan by then, and i'm still really curious as to why it blew up so much, but hey, who's complaining?), as well as in 2021~ in response to skunkape's remaster of telltale's season one "save the world" installment, and the release of ttiv. (obviously the actual demographic spread across platform to platform is a varied thing, etc. etc. i'd like to stay firmly in my lane, and i don't wanna overstate any particular demos in my discussion here, or hyperbolise too much.)

Obviously, you don't have. to be a shipper. completely fine. pretty common. Who Give A Care. and we're not even gonna get into the "not suitable" content. i can't fault anyone for not being cool with the actual sexualisation of childhood stuff they like. that's something i'm pretty "ambivalent with a leaning towards discomfort" about for quite a few things myself. and it turns out there wasn't even any "unmentionable graphic imagery" to begin with. shocking. HOWEVER. i'm fascinated but not completely surprised by the blatant homophobia and disgust towards the fanart of the ship.

like, to be nuanced about things, and it's not like the admin is extending the same courtesy here, this is clearly an older fan. like i think from around the same timeframe i was first introduced to it, give or take. maybe they missed a lot of the tumblr mid-2010s activity, or maybe that's going in to their Burning Disgust towards Yaoi Sam and Max Kissing Not Clickbait. i know the fanart had some level of cross-posting, at least on youtube as dubs iirc. OR maybe i'm a fool who is actively tricking you with my words and none of the above is true at all. however...pal. again, in my opinion, we owe those lgbt and neurodivergent kids and adults our whole rights as a fan community. you don't have to like it, but you do have to be respectful, jerkbag.

i can't be the only one who was devastated by the drought of content post "the devil's playhouse". we had a [1] singular whole webcomic to tide us over, with the occasional sketch on purcell's social medias. of course, there was a small community of fans, and some incredible stuff they made, looking at you Sam Dies At The End. i weeped. but it was slow and steady. and then, out of seemingly nowhere, people en masse suddenly REALLY CARED ABOUT THE THING THAT BROUGHT ME SO MUCH JOY AS A LITTLE GUY. like, fuck man...i first found out what autism was when i was real young because max's character description on wikipedia contained speculation as to whether or not he has it. (jury's still out, ...but we all have our little comforts. okay? also speaking of, "is max gay?" is like. one of the longest ongoing bits. like cmon dude.) now granted, by 2021 i was a little old for the new wave of shipping that sprouted up. tiktok edits are Not Always My Thing. but that's okay!!!! it doesn't need to be my thing. i'm really glad they're having fun. :] and i don't want to come across as like. infantilising in my discussion of the younger fanbase, so i apologise if my tone has come across that way. it really is simply the comforting thought that kids like me can experience what i had.

i remember how much fun my friends and i used to have when we were 16! (hi xavier, if ur reading this. miss you, buddy. :]) we got silly with it! we got angsty about season 3!! we wrote fanfiction, hell, an amazing fic my friend wrote that i beta'd is still the most kudos'd shipping fic on ao3!! the fanartists i liked had such an INCREDIBLE grasp on how to write sam and max's banter. it was a good time! and knowing these characters are giving joy to a new generation makes me giddy, dude. hell yeah! get "feral" or whatever the hell it is these days. find comfort in characters that don't really care about anyone's opinion except each other's, who get to be as weird and annoying and gross as they want all the time. that tend to punch up. that show love differently than what's seen as conventional. that end up saving the day, not even because they have to, so much as they genuinely enjoy each adventure together. max was my personal opportunity to feel comfort in all my weird freaky mannerisms i kept safe behind the polished exterior i had to wear as a kid. i found solace in the thought that those two were practically made for each other, as i stumbled through my own gender and sexuality crises. i loved how dry and dark sam was allowed to be. the banjo bits, the phone jokes, the repartee. so much of this series has influenced me, and helped me become who i am, as a creator and as a functional guy who Does Things.

so that's a small bit of why i think sam and max had, and still has, a lot of appeal to people that grew up like me. there's a lot of rough stuff i went through that made the idea of a couple of anarchist detectives completely devoted to one another that go around the seedy underbelly of america saving the day ("almost on purpose!") really, really interesting. steve purcell is unapologetic about how gross america can be, especially in the comics. at the heart of it, sam and max do what they do both because they enjoy it, and they enjoy each other. and i think, to overlook that, is to miss some of the whole point of the franchise. oh, i'm sorry, giant cockroaches literally everywhere is fine, streets crusted in various goos, totally chill, but gay kissing is the thing that Absolutely Nauseates you? plugging your ears and screaming gross seems like...kind of a weak move here, ngl. a work that doesn't shy away from how confusing and wild life can be has a decent chance to be compelling to marginalised groups, who often have to put up with the more disgusting aspects of reality anyways. at least these two odd guys are having fun with it. sam and max understand each other, each of their strengths and flaws, and choose to be with each other every day because of and in spite of them. they choose to love where they are, because of and in spite of its many, many, many flaws. they choose to be who they are because they love what they do. there's something touching there, if you like to think about such things. there are some occasions i find myself wishing sam and max's relationship was more...concrete. i wish we had an answer to Does Sam And Max Is Gay? but at the same time, being vague and obtuse is like. their whole shtick. so maybe it's just right how it is. and uh. obviously this is a fictional series. in the end, it's all how we enjoy it that matters, and it's not the end of the world. and as a final cherry on top, nothing beats turning to my husband and asking, "is sam and max queerbait", before delighting in the 3 hr conversation that follows.

and to get to the point. as the old adage unfortunately goes, it's...okay. to not like...ships. and i can even somewhat understand being frustrated by a subreddit you created being "flooded" by a thing you're not into. only somewhat, because a: we've always been here, and b: because you can. just not look at it? idk if reddit has a filtering system, but. the scroll wheel is free. to throw a tantrum and ban topics because you're personally offended people think they're gay? you might be missing out on some of the most fun you can have outside the series, and you're spitting in the face of the people who held this fandom up on their shoulders like atlas.

and you're being a dick about it.

TO CONCLUDE:

wah wah they're gay gay homosexual gay and they don't pay taxes. deal or die, fake fan.

[whoiwanttoday]

Anne Hathaway is in Paris now. This isn't some weird Elon Musk Plane style blog or something now, I'm not stalking her, she just appeared at a show at Paris Fashion Week which stands out because it will be the second time I posted her in a week and she was at Sundance last time I did so. It's been a big week for her but I'm not upset about it. If I were @femalecelebrityoftheday I would probably say it's been a real Hathaweek or something but I am above such things, only serious business on my blog. Either way, it seems like a lot of travel and probably the least appealing thing about being a celebrity to me. That and the attention. I realize the travel would be a bonus to a lot of people but I am pretty sure Anne Hathaway doesn't live in Utah or Paris so it means she had to like.. get on a plane and fly to Utah then get on another plane and fly to Paris and like.. that leaves no time to hide in her own place and not talk to people. It sounds like hell if you ask me, who wants to spend that much time in airports? Or traveling. I find like 1-2 days is ok but past that I just want to be home. Like, I have a hard time getting comfortable living out of a suitcase. I guess she might have nicer suitcases, though I am not really sure how that's possible because mine has wheels and a handle and a big light blue sticker with my city's name on it so it'll stand out if I ever have to check my bag, so I don't know how a suitcase gets nicer than that but it's possible. Anyway, I suppose it works for her cause she looks great rather than like someone who can't sleep and hates hotel beds and really wishes she could just have her own stuff and the nail clippers you manage to get your hands on are never good enough and you have this like little split nail for a week that you try not to pick at but you do and it gets worse and it ends up taking months to really get rid of it. She looks well rested and happy. Today I want to fuck Anne Hathaway.

[littlemissidontcare]

This is just MY theory. I am not claiming inside knowledge, or any of this as fact, just my supposition.

Something happened when she was in NYC in September. Whether they were just casual, FWB, under a contract or in a relationship, I'm not claiming to know. But all summer, up until the baby shower, we were seeing them - especially after they called the filming of TB.

Then we get snippets in November that they haven't been spending time together after not being seen in a few months. In December, we have a blogger saying outright they were done in November. And now they haven't been seen since roughly the 2nd week of September (please note the current date), despite such a big event for him as Sundance.

NONE of that should be taken as 'fact'. But, a known HW couple suddenly NOT being seen raises questions. When weeks go by w/o either doing or saying anything to counteract the rumors, ppl will assume they're true.

Whether they were just casual and decided it run it's course, whether it was a relationship they ended, or a contract that expired, who knows? But AW is no longer bound to NOT tag him, for whatever reason - an NDA, a private agreement between them, etc. & she did what so many ppl do to a partner, especially a far more successful partner, does well immediately after ending something. Or, bc she's not bound bc they're no longer together, she posted about his project like she has for many others, assuming at this point, not many would tie them together (ok, that one's NOT likely given her past behavior, but I'm giving the benefit of the doubt.)

He'll be in LA in a few weeks. If they aren't seen then, and personally, I don't think they will be, I don't know what excuse could be given they're together if they aren't seen then.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Plz, not the salad dressing guy 😭 Put some respect on Paul Newman's name! Ok, this begs the question: have you seen the classic homoerotic 1969 (nice 😉) film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?

I’m just messing around, no worries. And anon, I am watching it right mfing now. I will be back with my consensus in about two hours.

[actualhumancryptid]

Ok, I am watching this show on Stan called Totally Completely Fine. It's an aussie show but it's not a cringe aussie show where something about the camera angles/editing/pacing gives me secondhand embarrassment. I am aware I do need to give the shows my own country makes more of a chance, (I used to watch a lot of them).

I am getting some real Ava Daniels-from-Hacks vibes from the main character Vivian. So far she's like Ava in hell.( So like, kind of like 'Falling'-adjacent Ava. 'Primm' -crisply burnt, dripping-melted-snickers-on-herself Ava).

I am on ep 2, so I assume her character arc will develop her in some kind of direction. And the show could become suddenly terrible. Who knows. (I mean, the last ep of The Diplomat managed to be very...'son, you forgot to write the rest of your TV episode').

Or Eleanor Shellstrop! She definitely has some of early Eleanor.

But so far? Recommended. I am led to believe that in the US this is on Sundance, which I assume is one of those parasitical add-on channels like Paramount plus.

The premise of the show under the cut, (the trigger warnings below are for this):

A selfish, self-destructive twenty-something inherits her grandfather's cliff-side beach house (pissing off her siblings). The twist? The cliff is a suicide jumping spot. Her grandfather spent years talking people down. He has tricked her into taking on the job.

[inolienkiki]

far be it from me to complain about gift mishaps. it’s the thought that counts. but sometimes there is no thought involved, in which case it does not count.

so, my grandma;

(for context, she is self-centered and emotionally abusive. I have wanted to cut her off for ages but I cannot do this because of the way she would react, especially to my mother.)

I could go into the ten thousand thoughtless comments and belittlements she started the night with but I will cover simply the gift.

she hands me a little bag which I unwrap, as she explains that my mom told her it would be a “simple Christmas”. this is true! since I’m only visiting, my parents and I agreed it would probably be smart not to give any gifts that I might have trouble transporting, so they got me loungewear, and gift cards to a few of my favorite stores and restaurants. excellent, thoughtful, sweet, no notes.

inside the bag, wrapped in tissue paper, in an unsealed envelope marked with a nickname I have never used, a card:

“… Your gift is the same as last year … You have to ‘rescue’ it from my phone - I’ll watch and learn - … Zillions of Happy New Year! ��”

grandma got me a sundance gift card for the third time in a row. I think she forgot she got me one for my birthday too, which I still haven’t used (because their inventory was expensive and kinda ugly). I did thank her the first time, so I guess that’s why…?

ok, sure. she gets her phone out and starts rummaging around in her email. “would they send it to google?” she complains continually while my mom has to spend five minutes cajoling and reminding her that she said she’d let me find it.

confirmation turns out to be in her texts. order requires a code sent to email to view details, but since she mistyped her email, not only was the gift card never delivered, I can’t even access it to fix it. I guess she did not notice this in the two weeks since she bought the card. “oh, it’s fiiine! we just won’t use that one, and I’ll buy another.” my mom had to explain to her that she had already spent the money. great job!

she got both my parents target gift cards. there is no reasoning or motivation behind this that I can fathom, but at least they got real cards.

I am going to be talking about this woman so much this month that I will tag it #grandma update

[thetreestumptherapist]

The Club of Heartbreak and Hope

I would like to completely informally invite yall to my totally unofficial and barely existing club: The Club of Heartbreak and Hope. I can't decide on a mascot but our Symbol is the Ace of Spades (♠) because of Cayde-6. (While editing this post, I think I have decided that we have a council of mascots. That being comprised of Cayde-6, Noble 6, Sergeant Johnson, and I had other people but I can't remember who they were right now.) And our "advisors" are currently Sundance and Colonel. I think our anthem/theme song is legends never die. (I discovered the song around the same time I found out about Cayde's first death and the vaulting of Forsaken and it made me think of him so that song is tied to him in my brain. I will be taking suggestions for a different anthem though.)

Conditions for joining: Have a favorite character that died and left behind a sense of duty and/or a legacy to be remembered forever. They do not have to be videogame characters. Movie, show, and book characters are also welcomed. (The sense of duty and legacy is not required but is highly recommended. If you had a beloved character die, please do not let their lack of unfinished business, etc discourage you from sharing with us.) OC's may be allowed. I haven't really decided yet. I say go for it for now, if they died and broke hearts doing so.

Rules: Only supportive speech will be used. It's ok if you don't care about someone else's character as much as they do, but don't say the character sucks or anything like that.

It's kind of hard to have this club and interact with it without having spoilers. But, please label them as spoilers and what the spoiler is from. Some people like a warning before a character dies so this would be a good place to find those warnings.

This is meant to be a place to vent and nerd out over our beloved characters. Even the ones we still have alive in our delusional headcanons.

I may change the rules as necessary but it will always be in the interest of keeping it a safe and unpolluted space.

I have no idea where this club will meet but if you make a post with this idea you can use #heartbreak and hope or #club of heartbreak and hope or #the club of heartbreak and hope or something like that to make your posts more findable for people in the club. (Note: I still don't understand hashtags. If they work they work. If they don't, they don't. 🤷‍♀️)

This is an idea I've had for awhile. I just hadn't thought of putting it here. I think it's best we remain a lurker style club. Kind of moving in the shadows, not really officially meeting at all. Barely existing in known media. But, we know who we are and we see each other when the tags are used and when we choose to interact with each other. That type thing. Go and do with this idea what you will. I am excited to see what happens with this. And may your broken heart find peace and healing.

Yes, there is a Cayde-6/Legends Never Die edit. I saw that it existed but haven't been able to bring myself to watch it. I just don't think I could handle the pain. Maybe someday. Eyes up Guardians.

I shared an extra edit because I came across it.

[longstrydercourierservice]

What didn't you like about Am I OK? I actually was pleasantly surprised by it.

I feel like we don't get to see realistic wlw joy and happy endings. I wanted a more complete ending. I wanted a kiss or a declaration of love.

We get like one movie a year. Until we get consistent representation and can consistently see queer joy, I will always be a little bit miffed when we don't get it.

We have TONS of inherently queer shows and movies that don't show healthy relationships. I want one that does.

Man's part of it is on me. Don't expect a commercial movie arc from a Sundance debut.

[qnewsau]

Dakota Johnson is a late-blooming lesbian in 'Am I Ok?'

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Dakota Johnson is a late-blooming lesbian in 'Am I Ok?'

The first trailer for Dakota Johnson’s queer dramedy Am I Ok? has been released.

Co-directed by power couple Tig Notaro and Stephanie Allynne, Am I Ok? premiered at Sundance in 2022 and is set to hit streaming in June.

The film stars Johnson as Lucy, a 30-something who can’t figure out why she’s not connecting with any of the guys she dates.

Cut to her googling “Am I a lesbian quiz”, Lucy eventually comes out to her best friend Jane (Sonoya Mizuno).

“You��did want a Volvo in high school,” Jane points out.

However, the film synopsis promises more drama to comes. “Lucy and Jane have been best friends for most of their lives and think they know everything there is to know about each other,” the synopsis reads.

“When Jane announces she’s moving to London, Lucy reveals a long-held secret.”

‘Am I Ok?’ based on real life coming-out story

The movie is based on screenwriter Lauren Pomerantz’s own coming-out story.

“I took my whole coming out late story and I used that, and I really based [Am I OK?] on a real-life friendship with my best friend Jessica [Elbaum], who is also a producer on this movie,” Pomerantz told Entertainment Weekly. 

“We had sort of a big fight, and then we’re friends again. But then simultaneously, I was struggling to come out. And so I realized that was the story that I really wanted to tell.”

Pomerantz also spoke about the ease of making Am I Ok? with other queer women at the helm.

“We got to talk about it and talk about the characters and really explore the relationship and those feelings,” she said of Notaro and Allynne.

“It was very easy to talk to them about everything because Stephanie had the experience [of coming out later]. And Tig is just very smart and hilarious and creative. So it was great.

“I loved working with them. …There was definitely a shorthand in being like, oh, remember these feelings? Yes, I had those too.”

Am I Ok? is set to premiere on Max on June 6, 2024.

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[gastlives]

i can imagine

damn thats a complicated way to heal someone

omg she can finally see again

oh my god 😭

well u'll have to deal now

as edna mode from incredibles said "no capes" she was right… u could get stuck and die ya know

its ok... practical cape is better than aesthetic cape

oh wow so it happened w everyone? fucked up

smiles and says the c word… awesome the strongest ass heroes are w cauldron

theyre gonna KILL you lisa

now I am wondering where trickster is

welp u can probably free then right?

aw…. taylor….

now i wonder what a ward skitter would be like… too bad that's impossible now unless she takes so much probation

gully is nice

that's what ya get regent

um

goddamn

damn secret thing

oh god that does seem to fit to what's going

oh my god tattletale you crazy genius

oh hey its that guy trickster met on his arc

and also his rival

wow thats the worst idea ever

goes into an art rant except its not murderous like jack's art rants

tinkers are Funny.

oh hi bonesaw its been so long

its… ARMASMASTer

well that was easy how much recent nine recruits have u been killing on and off around here

wooow

good thing its quarantine safe or else ur ass would go to special jail again id hopse so at least also the reason im going so fast is because i read this interlude right before passing out and my brain was melting

ugh i hate when that happens

wooow icb she broke her own rules i forgot that

shes the most durable little girl ever

well thats normal and not creepy

what on earth can kill her at this point throw her into a volcano or throw a sundancer sun at her

what the hell…

ow what the hell

how does that even work … why does ur spine have a sheath

[for-a-longlongtime]

Ted, Ted, Ted.... oh I have SO MUCH to say about this fic. Welcome to my literal TED Talk.

@qveerthe0ry you mentioned that what inspired the fic was thinking ‘Oh no I hope they don’t make him a Republican in this, that would be the worst’ and then immediately ‘well if they DID…’

... and I LOVE YOU FOR THAT.

This fic is fucking fantastic. It sucked me in so much, and I wouldn't have expected that to be possible when one of the characters is someone who represents the worst parts of politicians and is the kind of person I despise.

The real star in this fic is your reader insert and the tension in that room between them. This may be the first fic I've read in which one of the P Boy is a terrible person, but the fic is amazing, and it made me realize again how really good writing (or other media) shows you that you can love it without needing to LIKE everybody in it. And even though I'm a (queer) ciswoman - I am immediately in the mindset of your ftm!reader, and I'm with them all the way into the many layers of this fic (yes @qveerthe0ry, I will wax poetically about your smut since it deserves it, damnit).

Also I need to point out that as I was starting to write this post, I had to think back of Pedro talking about Freaky Tales at Sundance earlier this year - remember how he said that the movie is about the underdog(s) and also basically part revenge fantasy against the nazis and racists etc in Oakland? Yeah that part. That's exactly it.

Alright. Having said that... let's get back to Ted, and this fic. First of all, every time I even have to think about his safe word, I'm absolutely dying. FLAWLESS choice.

He curses, eyes shut tight. “I’m sorry, sir.”

You chuckle and watch as the noise goes straight to his cock. “That’s it, there he is. You have to mind your manners, Mr. Mayor. Don’t you wanna get re-elected?”

He whimpers and nods his head, and your fingers tighten their grip in his hair. 

The way that you set the tone immediately, OOOFFF. OK, let me put the rest under a cut as to not spoil things:

I love the moment in the bathroom so much, because it really lays out the dynamic between reader and Ted, and the deliberate choices, and just everything. Beautifully introspective.

You swear you see his pupils grow even larger when his gaze lands on the monster of a cock in front of his face. If that wasn’t enough, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip and quickly retreats, like his morals are just a second behind his horny little brain.

That is SO well-phrased, I can see it happening exactly like that.

“Yes sir, what?”

He tries to look down, but you keep his jaw firmly in place. His nostrils flare again, but the camera also picks up the way his hips shift forward, his straining cock begging for relief against his fly. “Yes sir, I’m eager.”

“Yeah? Want me to leave a bruise? Want the shape of my cock on your face for the whole town to see tomorrow?” A sound escapes his throat like he’s just got the wind knocked out of him, and he opens his mouth to answer, but you don’t let him. Instead, you smack his shiny lips with the head your dick. “I know you do, Mr.Mayor. I know you want everyone to see what a good little cocksucker you are.” His tongue reaches out to press against your cock, swirl around the large mushroom head of it.

@qveerthe0ry PLEASE. The tension you're building up throughout this fic is just absolutely insane, and probably the best part of it are all those little involuntary sounds and moves he makes, especially when it conflicts with what he's saying.

He nods around your prick, looking directly at the camera, and fuck, it’s a sight, makes a low heat build in your gut that you try your damndest to ignore. 

Then, you reach up to wrap your hand around his bobbing throat, no pressure, just for show. “Hmmm… think maybe we should get you a collar. Make you even prettier. Would you like that, too? (...) have you wear it to all your fancy meetings, let all your constituents know who you really belong to.”

You hear him gulp, loud in the quiet room, and watch him squirm around some more, watch how his cock jumps in his jeans. 

I mean you already know how much I love that part, gahhhhhh.

For a moment you let him go at his own pace. On camera, the bobbing of his head and the jerks of his hips are synced. His eyes are shut, and he’s really fucking into it, and as much as you hate to admit it, you are too. 

Ummmm yes. We are all. Goddamn.

You pull your cock from his mouth just in time to kneel down and get a close up of his jeans, and the way that wet spot gets larger and larger as his cock jerks and his hips roll. (...)

When you watch his speech on the news the next day, his voice is noticeably more hoarse and gruff.

I mean, FUCK. I've read this several times now and it's still just as captivating as the first time, and I just hope this can get out to everybody who wants to read it because woahhh. TAKE A BOW.

EDIT: I tagged a whole bunch of people when I rb-ed this a week or two ago, but I just noticed that only the first five actually were actively tagged because Tumblr has become an asshole and will now only allow you to tag people in groups of fives (which is nuts). So I'm reformatting this to make sure the tags work - apologies if this gives you an unnecessary repeat notif, or if this isn't your kinda fic in the first place.

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Truth or Consequences

Summary: You know deep down the hatred is only for himself and the turmoil he’s got boiling inside of him. Why else would he be paying to see you every week? Word Count: 3,442 Pairing: Ted Garcia x ftm! reader Rating: 18+ Explicit Warnings: 18+ mdni, dom/sub dynamic, mild humiliation/degredation, (LOTS of) dirty talk, internalized homophobia, reader uses the f slur and t slur to refer to himself, sucking the strap, rough oral sex, deepthroating, coming untouched, paying for sex, reader has top surgery scars but no other physical descriptions, no use of y/n, Ted Garcia is a republican A/N: I literally could not have done this without @for-a-longlongtime hyping me up and giving me motivation. Thank you bby <3

It’s late. It always is. You’ve been holed up in this hotel room for the last hour and a half. Waiting. 

You don’t like when he makes you wait. He knows this, and perhaps it’s why he’s never shown up on time. 

At least there’s Coke Zero in the minibar, and enough cable channels to keep you entertained. 

But you click the TV off when you hear the familiar “knock-knockknock-knock” on the hotel room door. 

You take your time straightening yourself up in the mirror, knowing he’s sweating it out in the hallway, where anyone could see. 

It’s a small town. 

You cut off his second attempt at the secret knock and tug him in by the collar of his tacky leather vest.

His eyes grow wide and he flinches when the heavy door slams shut behind him. 

It’s cute, how he always seems so frightened. 

“Took your sweet time tonight.”

He clears his throat and blinks hard before his pretty lips part. 

“Secretary lost part of my speech— ”

His sentence cuts off with a high-pitched whine when you grab his jaw to manually shut his mouth. You click your tongue at him and feel his Adam's apple bob against your wrist. 

“Try again.”

You notice his chest heaving, and you feel his jaw work under your fingertips. 

“I— I’m sorry.”

Fuck, he looks so good like this, scared shitless and tenting his faded Wrangler blue jeans. 

You release his jaw, but grab onto the curls at the nape of his neck and tug. 

“Not quite.”

He curses, eyes shut tight. 

“I’m sorry, sir.”

You chuckle and watch as the noise goes straight to his cock. 

“That’s it, there he is. You have to mind your manners, Mr.Mayor. Don’t you wanna get re-elected?”

He whimpers and nods his head, and your fingers tighten their grip in his hair. 

“Yes sir, I do.”

You hum as you let your free hand find those curls at the nape of his neck, too. You thread your fingers together at the back of his head and watch his tense expression melt into something more relieved. 

“Tell me your safe word.”

With a shuddered breath, he speaks. 

“Insurrection.”

“And if your pretty mouth is full?”

His hand finds your waist, tapping three times in a row. 

“Good boy,” you mumble, ruffling his hair. 

You watch as his skin flushes, trickling from under his collar to spread across his face. 

His hand is still on your waist. You grab it slowly, then all at once torque on his arm so he twists away from you with a yelp. You crowd him from behind, get your other hand around his elbow, and kick the back of his knee.

He collapses onto the gaudy carpet with a groan, arching his back to relieve the tension in his shoulders where you’ve still got his arms in a death grip behind him. 

You love to watch him squirm around. 

“You know the drill, Mayor.”

You release your hold on him and watch some of the tension melt away. He digs around in his pocket and comes up with his phone, as always, letting his face unlock it for you. He sets it down on the bed in front of him, then holds his hands behind his back with amusing obedience. 

“Pretty quiet tonight. Nervous?”

He shakes his head immediately, a knee-jerk reaction. You’re behind him, so you can’t see his face, but you know his eyebrows are all pinched up. You know he’s lying. 

You weave your fingers through his curls once more and tug so he’s looking up at you. 

“Why are you lying to me?”

His lips part, pretty pink tongue peeking out to wet them. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I am nervous. Big day tomorrow.”

You’re well aware of the events to take place over the next 24 hours. His last big speech before the town either votes him out or keeps him around. You don’t dwell over politics, especially not now, but you’re well aware that the polls are leaning toward the former rather than the latter. 

“Poor baby,” you coo, “I can’t imagine why you’d be nervous.”

Your fingers twist a cruel motion in his hair and he whines, tries to worm his way out of your grip. 

“You’re just the best little Mayor there ever was, aren’t you? Pouring more funding into the corrupt police department…” 

You stroke his face with your free hand, and though it’s tender, he flinches at first contact.

“Tweeting about the evil gay agenda…” 

Your thumb finds his chin, then his plush bottom lip, and you hold his mouth open as he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“How about that secretary of yours? The one who’s salary doubled in your four years in office, huh? Does she know you come to see me every week?”

He doesn’t respond, just makes a pathetic little noise in the back of his throat. You pull his hair again. 

“Answer me.”

“No! No, sir, she doesn’t.”

His words come out a little garbled where you’re holding his bottom lip. You hook your thumb behind his front teeth and slowly drag down, until his mouth is wide open. His eyelids flutter, just in time to watch you spit into his gaping mouth, stray droplets landing on his nose and cheeks and chin. 

“You don’t tell her about us, Mr.Mayor? Are you ashamed of me?”

He curses, struggles in your hold, and you let him go. Though he keeps his hands together behind his back, he tilts his head forward, presents the back of his neck to you. It’s flushed, in this twisted mix of shame and arousal that always gets him off. 

“Yes sir, I am.”

You huff, tut at him and kick at the sole of one of his Lucchese cowboy boots. 

“Well that’s not very nice.”

He makes to lift his head up and look at you, but you shove his head back down. 

“Why don’t you just sit here for a minute and think about how you can make it up to me, huh?”

“Yes sir,” he nods. 

You let out a satisfied hum and grab your bag from the foot of the bed. Closing the bathroom door behind you, you get to work suiting up for the occasion. This is your favorite part, taking your time and letting him anticipate. You know he’s on-edge out there, waiting for you, wondering how you’re going to punish him this time. 

You’ve railed him within an inch of his life, sat on his face until he’s nearly blue, edged him for so long you almost made him late for an early morning meeting. But tonight, you’ve got just the thing, know exactly what to do to make sure he’s thinking about it until the next time he comes to see you. 

You look in the mirror when you’re ready, jeans pulled back up so only your largest, most obscene strap-on is hanging out of your fly. Your flannel shirt hangs open, top surgery scars on full display. You know he likes them, and you know he hates that. 

You slowly and quietly open the bathroom door. A smirk spreads across your face when Ted is right there where you left him, shaking a bit, but otherwise perfectly still. 

His breath hitches in the quiet hotel room when he feels you reclaim you space behind him. You chuckle, and he curses, and you wonder if this will ever get less fun. 

“You really hurt my feelings, Teddy Bear.” 

He grumbles at the nickname you’ve given him. He’s not so fond, but you think there’s a ring to it. 

“Sorry, sir.” 

“Look at me, Mayor.” 

Despite the show of reluctance he’s put on, his head snaps up and back to look at you. His nostrils flare, and you know deep down the hatred is only for himself and the turmoil he’s got boiling inside of him. Why else would he be paying to see you every week?

You swear you see his pupils grow even larger when his gaze lands on the monster of a cock in front of his face. If that wasn’t enough, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip and quickly retreats, like his morals are just a second behind his horny little brain.

Your yes flick past his head to his phone, still unlocked on the bed. You grab it and hum, act like you’re going through his apps just to watch the way he squirms on his knees for you. 

You finally open the camera, and the little blip sounds and lets him know you’re recording. 

He looks great on tape like this, looking up at you with his wide, brown eyes. The bulge in his jeans is even more prominent since they’re such a light wash, and the lens even picks up on the tiny little patch of dampness that soaks through the denim. 

You pull the phone up, angle it down a bit more so your dick is on display, eclipsing the view of his face. The pale silicone contrasts beautifully with his flushed and tan skin. You take it in hand, stroke it a few times, though your fingers can’t quite wrap around the entire thing. 

Ted’s squirming in the near background, shifting from knee to knee, and you think he’s waited long enough. 

You step forward, and he opens his mouth. You chuckle and grab his jaw, run your thumb along his wet lip. 

“Eager little beaver, aren’t you, Mayor?”

On camera, you watch him tear away his gaze from your prick to your face. His forehead wrinkles up, he doesn’t want to answer. 

“Don’t get camera shy, baby. Let’s see your manners.”

His mouth finally closes, and he swallows and clears his throat. 

“Yes sir.”

“Yes sir, what?”

He tries to look down, but you keep his jaw firmly in place. His nostrils flare again, but the camera also picks up the way his hips shift forward, his straining cock begging for relief against his fly.

“Yes sir, I’m eager.”

You hum. 

“Eager for what, Teddy Bear?” 

His jaw clenches, you can feel it under your palm. 

“Eager for your cock, sir.”

You nod silently, and his eyes flicker up to your face instead of the phone. 

And then you release his jaw, grab the base of your cock, and slap him with the cold silicone. 

The noise he makes is pathetic, all strung out and desperate, and so you do it again, and again, until a phallic red streak adorns his face. 

“This what you wanted my cock for?”

He nods quickly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yeah? Want me to leave a bruise? Want the shape of my cock on your face for the whole town to see tomorrow?”

A sound escapes his throat like he’s just got the wind knocked out of him, and he opens his mouth to answer, but you don’t let him. Instead, you smack his shiny lips with the head your dick. 

“I know you do, Mr.Mayor. I know you want everyone to see what a good little cocksucker you are.” 

His tongue reaches out to press against your cock, swirl around the large mushroom head of it.

“Yeah, that’s it. Get it nice ‘n wet.”

He does, lets saliva pool in his mouth and then sinks his mouth further down, pulling back to reveal what a dutiful job he’s done with drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. 

“Imagine if this got leaked, Ted,” you murmur.

He whines, opens his mouth once more to take you in, even further this time, but still barely past the head. 

“You’d like that? You think you’d get more votes if they knew how good you are at this?”

He nods around your prick, looking directly at the camera, and fuck, it’s a sight, makes a low heat build in your gut that you try your damndest to ignore. 

So you thrust into his mouth, a slow but smooth motion, watching through the phone how wide you’re stretching his lips. He takes a deep breath through his nose until he can’t anymore, until you’re feeding the tip of your cock down his throat and he closes his eyes in focus. 

“Fuck, yeah, I think they’d love this,” you say, and you’re completely sheathed inside him, holding, waiting until he can’t take it anymore. 

He pulls back with a gasp and you let him, watching his spit dribble from his mouth, loving the deeper shade of red his lips are turning. 

“Don’t you think so, Teddy Bear? You’re so inclusive now, sucking off a faggot and a tranny.” 

He chokes on his spit, sputters and coughs until his face is red. But he whimpers, too, and he tries so hard to wiggle in his jeans and find even the smallest bit of friction. 

You laugh at him, how desperate and wrecked he looks just from sucking on your fake cock. The damp patch on his pants has doubled in size and something about it makes you feel so so powerful. 

“Tell ‘em how much you like my cock, Mayor.”

He clears his throat and looks directly at the camera. 

“I love your cock, sir.”

As soon as he’s done speaking, you run the slick tip all over his lips. 

“Yeah you do. Look so pretty with it in your mouth. Why don’t you take off all those layers? Show ‘em how pretty you can be?”

“Yes sir,” he nods.

He’s quick about it, throwing his vest off and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until it’s hanging off his shoulders. It goes, and his tank top underneath does as well once he gets it untucked. 

And then he’s just in his sinfully tight jeans, looking up at you with a heaving chest. 

“That’s a good boy,” you mumble. 

He sits back on his heels with a sigh. 

“Thank you, sir.”

It’s a little tender, the way you smooth your free hand across his broad shoulder, the soft muscle jumping under your touch. You film the way his breath hitches when your palm ghosts his pebbled nipple, then the way he shudders when you flick it. 

“You really are so pretty, Mr.Mayor. Love how these get so hard for me,” you tell him as you roll one between your thumb and finger. 

His head lolls back, and his mouth opens around a groan when you squeeze. You give the other one just as much attention, until you feel him trembling under you. 

Then, you reach up to wrap your hand around his bobbing throat, no pressure, just for show. 

“Hmmm… think maybe we should get you a collar. Make you even prettier. Would you like that, too?”

He nods with his eyes shut. You give him a moment to realize where he’s at, but when it’s clear he’s lost in his head, you slap his cheek. 

“Yes! Yes, yes sir, I would.”

His glassy eyes stare up at you, past his recording phone. 

“Yeah, have you wear it to all your fancy meetings, let all your constituents know who you really belong to.”

You hear him gulp, loud in the quiet room, and watch him squirm around some more, watch how his cock jumps in his jeans. 

“Who do you belong to? Who owns this mouth, and that weeping little cock?” 

“You do, sir. It’s all yours.”

“That’s right, Mr.Mayor. Let me take what’s mine, huh?” 

He opens his mouth with a slack jaw, and his eyes looks so beautiful when they roll back as you fill his mouth. 

Instead of thrusting, you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your cock. He keens around the silicone, so fucking needy. You curse and whisper his name, and that only gets more of a reaction from him. He’s humping the air now, a frantic roll of his hips, and you know he’s found that sweet spot where his jeans rub against him just right.

For a moment you let him go at his own pace. On camera, the bobbing of his head and the jerks of his hips are synced. His eyes are shut, and he’s really fucking into it, and as much as you hate to admit it, you are too. 

The silicone base of your cock is pressing up against the perfect spot to get you heated. It doesn’t take long for you to still Ted’s head with a firm grip and start fucking his mouth. 

He looks up at you just as he gags. His eyes are starting to water, and his chin is covered in drool. You thrust harder, deeper, until his eyes look a bit frantic and his breathing gets labored. 

“Fuck, Mayor, you’re gonna get me off like this,” you say as you slow, give him a bit of a break to catch his wind. 

He whimpers, and he closes his spread legs and rubs them together, aching for a bit more. 

“You like that? You wanna make me come?”

His ‘yes sir’ is muffled around your cock, and it jiggles in the harness when he nods his head and that feels so fucking good. 

“Get me off and then I’ll let you come. Gotta do it just like that, though. Don’t fucking touch yourself, Ted.”

He whimpers and doubles his effort, sloppy, knocking the huge cock all around to try to get you off with his panicked movements. You watch through the camera as the muscles in his arms and shoulders and chest all tense up, and you can’t tell whether or not he’s trying to come or trying not to come. 

You’re getting close, the sweaty glide of the smooth base flicks against your throbbing bud. Your own breathing starts to pick up, and you’re so close but it’s just not quite enough. 

So you grab the back of his head and thrust, slip the silicone to the back of his throat and grind until you finally, finally tumble over the edge. 

He’s gagging and coughing with the prick still in his mouth, and the tears are running down his face one right after the other and it only makes those waves keep crashing in a delicious rhythm. 

When you pull back, just a bit, there’s teeth marks on your cock, shiny with spit on the video recording. You give another thrust just to punish him for it, and it sets off a fucking gorgeous chain reaction.

It ripples from his head to his toes. His breaths are more than labored, evident even when his shoulders shake and stiffen, his stomach clenches and unclenches and his hips jolt and stutter as he squeezes his legs together. 

You pull your cock from his mouth just in time to kneel down and get a close up of his jeans, and the way that wet spot gets larger and larger as his cock jerks and his hips roll. 

The sounds he makes are so fucking pathetic it’s almost funny, whimpering and sniveling as he just keeps coming, spurt after spurt absolutely soiling his pants. 

His legs shake with the last few pulses, and then he’s slumping, completely ruined from head to toe. You lean back on your own knees so the camera gets an Oscar-worthy pan of his stomach and chest, heaving and sweaty. Up even further to his freshly fucked mouth, all red and shiny and swollen. And his eyes, wide and almost scared looking in his post-nut clarity and guilt, don’t quite meet you or the lense. 

“Smile real pretty for the camera, Teddy Bear.” 

And to his credit, he does, though it’s anything but genuine and much more resembles a grimace than anything else. 

The sound of the recording ending marks the end of this little session as well. Both sets of bones pop and crack as you stand up together. The dressing is quiet, as it always is, and he doesn’t steal a single glance at anything other than the tacky hotel room carpet. 

He clears his throat, and you look up from buttoning your shirt to see him still flushed and still guilty. He’s dressed, but he’s holding his vest in front of him and shielding the soaked spot on his jeans from view. 

“Thanks, I guess.” 

You hum and shrug as he grabs the door handle. 

“Same time next week?”

He shrugs then, too, but you know the answer already, know that next Monday you’ll have another bundle of taxpayer dollars come through on your venmo. 

He leaves without another word. 

When you watch his speech on the news the next day, his voice is noticeably more hoarse and gruff.

[whoiwanttoday]

Sundance is under way and I am always excited about the big film festivals. First because I always look forward to hearing what is buzzed about coming out of the festivals. One of the joys of modern internet film culture is that while film criticism is in decline as a paid art form (as is all journalism, which is tragic) it is more accessible now. When I was a kid you had two outlets, the local paper and the local news. And the local paper for me was fine but very staid and like... it wasn't a place to learn about cutting edge cinema or anything off center. The local news was awful. It was basically Rotten Tomatoes fan reviews. So now, I can seek out those who I trust and vibe with their taste. I have a collection of film critics whose work I enjoy but also I know how my tastes mesh with them. It's fun to see what is coming and what might be interesting as a result. Like I saw Daisy Ridley is in Sometimes I Think About Dying, which was a Sundance Short Film a few years ago that I have seen and thought was excellent. I gave it 4 stars as a very quiet movie that I felt some connection to. I am not sure how making it longer than 20 minutes will make it better though, so I am very interested in reviews. As a portrait of a woman with depression I suppose you could dig deeper but I fear maudlin Hollywoodification of a short film where we lose the fact that the real issue is someone just isn't happy and knows some of the steps that might make her happy but can't take the steps to do them. You make a movie for a broader audience and who knows, often they want a big tragedy to cause the big sad so people can go, "Ok, I get it" and then you can fix it at the end, rather than the short where it isn't fixed, she just takes the brave step of admitting to someone that sometimes she thinks about dying. Thus I always look forward to seeing responses to this kind of thing. Finally, it's celebrities dressing nicely. It helps that often it's a lot of actresses I like, as a matter of fact I had a lot of mental debate as to who to post today and I can't believe I am skipping over one of my all time favorite but Bella Thorne won out because she looks amazing. I know zilch about what she is in so I am interested in seeing what I can find out. I was surprised to see her at Sundance but you know, I'll take it. She looks fantastic. That's something. Today I want to fuck Bella Thorne.

[thequeereview]

LGBTQ+ highlights at Sundance 2022

LGBTQ+ highlights at Sundance 2022

With the full 2022 Sundance Film Festival slate of features, docs, shorts, series, VR, and AR works now announced, here we take a deep dive into the program to discover some of the LGBTQ+ highlights that we’re looking forward to catching at the upcoming integrated in-person and online event running January 20th – 30th. Film descriptions courtesy of Sundance. FEATURES: Zackary Drucker appears in…

[luna-light-eclipse]

Badge my beloved! Don’t know what you’re on about it’s perfect I love it.

Fun fact! This is the second time I’ve written something along the lines of everything goes wrong and you can’t fix it so I have experience! It’s also the form of angst that comes easiest to me. Mmmm tasty tasty inevitability.

No one wins here. Not the main character, not the enemy and not the ‘good guys’ which is what I think really makes something like this punch so hard. Wolf and Ghost are such tragic characters in canon that they’re the perfect subjects for this type of thing.

Also you are so right about phone typing being sucky for long form things. There’s a reason this took me so many hours. But ough I just couldn’t stop. And here I am, phone typing once more. I’m still rotating this AU in my brain in all its miserable glory. Makes me remember why I started writing and I really needed that recently so thanks.

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@screaming-for-eternally

I’m doing it this way so I can minimise scrolling through long posts on my blog hope that’s ok-

Yes! Crow! I genuinely can’t believe I forgot to add him the first time because something about the opposition to his story when compared to the canon (in this version he’d be instead the person who was killed by the former hero went mad instead of hated for killing someone they care about-) The fact that he was in a unique position to clear Wolfs name is just mmmm icing on the cake.

Cayde totally prefers house light to the tower- it doubly helps that after Lakshmi’s very public, very gruesome execution (wolf made it dramatic to pull all the negative focus onto them- adding more onto them having given up on returning! Ouch) the Eliksni are kinda grateful towards wolf. Not that any of them ever bring it up to the humans but open secret and all that.

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I’ve also been shaking more thoughts out of my brain for the past few hours so have this:

-Picture vanguard and allies returning to the tower unharmed and with wolfs body. And having to explain what happened. And telling Cayde about how wolf died, that they were calling his name and how they didn’t want to die and that at some point wolf had believed that they had wanted to die.

-Cayde being so utterly devastated. Exo’s may be unable to physically cry but you can hear it, all of the stress and loathing that had built up over the years being released in the form of all encompassing grief. The once carefree hunter vanguard now knelt on the ground with wolf in his arms wailing in loss and much like those who had watched wolfs death no one could comfort him because it was their fault and nothing was going to be ok.

-They look for wolfs ship and find Sundance tucked away safely into a box. Wolf had picked her up on the way to Cayde and never been able to return her to him. The ghost shell has been cleaned and it’s the only thing that’s been maintained in the ship.

-Wolf never knew if Cayde woke up

-Eido bugs Cayde for stories about wolf and it puts everyone on edge since Cayde’s been quiet and gloomy since wolfs body had been brought back and most of the anger had drained from him. Eventually he relents though because Eido is just too nice not to. She loves hearing about wolfs exploits and carefully records all of it so it can’t be forgotten.

-If Crow had accepted Uldrens memories the vanguard would have been too horrified to be angry at him. (Also Crows horror at his own actions was telling enough that they weren’t the same person anymore, neither Zavala nor Ikora could go through what they did to wolf a second time).

-Xur will say comforting words to wolf if they find him that week. The nine allow this, not because they care they just see no reason to stop it. Whether or not wolf actually hears what’s being said to them is debatable. It’s the thought that counts though.

-Wolf suffers audial and visual hallucinations. Do with that what you will.

-Ghost misses being held, they don’t push the subject though.

-Zavala attempts to apologise to Cayde. He gets punched for his efforts, Cayde tells him that Zavala ‘doesn’t deserve to soothe his own bruised ego’.

-The Eliksni sneak Cayde out afterwards at some point so he can get away from the increasing looks of pity, now for ‘how terrible it must have been to have no one believe anything you say’ hypocrites. Cayde now really hates being pitied. He’s happy to finally see a forest (and to also be away from people).

-The only reason wolf didn’t kill themselves (permanently) was because they cared too much about ghost to hurt them. There is just so much love in this gaurdian it’s so sad.

-Not even Savathun predicted this.

I feel mildly bad about not answering those asks yet BUT I've been really busy so I'm just gonna leave some old drabbles and other stuff I've collected here

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"There is nothing in any vex simulation or psion prediction that could keep me from being a thorn in the side of existence"

-YW, after coming back from the dead, in some probable AU I'll never write

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“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. But, I’ll be fine, you can-” They hug him tighter as he starts to push away from them.

…They aren’t letting him go, are they?

“...Guardian,” he warns, “Put me down. Now.”

They only let out a garbled hum in response, perfectly happy to squeeze the life out of him.

“We do not have time for this- I will stab you, let-”

“You and what army, old man?” Even through the layers of harsh static, the smug edge to the Young Wolf’s voice was abundantly clear to anyone listening. They were as infuriating and stubborn as ever.

And Saint and that flamboyant Cloudstrider were not helping.

“We- We have work to do, you can show your affections later- Saint! Stop laughing!”

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Crow: Why does The Guardian call you babygirl?

Sam Moleyn: how about we stop talking for awhile

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Ann, banging on the door: Guys! I need you to hide me! Noble, ushering her in: Ann, what happened?! Ann: G! I spilled bleach on their cloak- Noble, pushing her back out: Not a chance. You’re on your own. Ann: Wait- They’ll kill me-! Noble, slamming the door: Goodbye.

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Wolf: STOP IT Wolf: STOP TALKING ABOUT BEING POSSESSED Ghost: i’m free real estate Wolf: YOU ARE NOT FREE REAL ESTATE-

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Crow: How do I get revenge? Ann: I am legally obliged to tell you ‘forgiveness’. Crow: Guardian, how do I get revenge? Ruin, “Godslayer”: I am also legally obliged to say ‘forgiveness’, but you- Noble, putting his hand over their mouth: I’m gonna stop you right there.

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ALSO SOME LORE

Wolf is canonically a little shit but also terrifying. You love to see it

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Ann: Let’s apologize on the count of 3. Phyra: I didn’t do anythin- Ann: 1… 2… 3. Phyra: Ann: Ann: see, now I’m just disappointed in both of us Phyra: intense glaring

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"In the Age of Triumph, in the final battle, when the light began to wane, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, their soul blistered by the fires of hell and tainted beyond redemption, they choose the path of perpetual torment. In their ravenous hatred, they found no peace; and with fiery conviction, they scoured the Ascendant realms, seeking vengeance against the dark Disciples who wronged them. They wore the crown of the Iron Lords, and those that tasted the bite of their sword named them... The Young Wolf."

i don't know what i was on for this one, but I rediscover it every once in awhile and alter it a bit

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"He's all they've been thinking about, but he's going to have to get used to their absence. The flat will be quiet. The Tower, normal... Their bed, empty.

It's how things must be.

Things could be different in another life, perhaps.

But not this one.

They have to go, one day soon."

-on Crow-YW angst about Wolf's predicted death.

[actualhumancryptid]

Ok it's been awhile since I chatted with some of my lovely Hacks people, especially those who loved Ava Daniels like I loved Ava. But i need someone who gets her to (like @trying-to-get-somewhere-real) to tell me I'm not going crazy. I'm watching this aussie show called Totally Completely Fine (it's a co-production with Sundance and in there in the Us, no idea about elsewhere). And I swear I am getting such insane season 1 Ava Daniels vibes from Vivian. Like, Falling/New Face vibes. (and ok some Eleanor Shellstop too, but mainly Ava)

I just know it's being slept on because it's australian, and also I literally never hear about Sundance series, I bet that shit is one of those awful streamer ad-ons like Paramount Plus.

But, and I'm still watching it, it's so good so far (I'm at the halfway point). I feel like there should be an overlap with people who like the vibes of s1 Hacks. But instead of her at loggerheads with an ageing comedienne it's more on the family fuck-up side.