#and I just cry thinking about it every time😭😭

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── SMOOTHIES ♡

♡ pairing: dilf!art x reader

♡ summary: art has… some trouble in the bedroom, and to help him out, you slip something in his morning smoothie.

♡ warnings / tags: smut, MDNI! piv, slipping viagra in his smoothie.

♡ author's note: i love the concept of ed art so <3 also yes i made a viagra divider just for this… 😭

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sometimes, art had... trouble when it came to the bedroom. but you never blamed him, all too aware of how stressful the life of an athlete could be. during the times he couldn't perform, his head would end up between your thighs until your whole body was trembling.

but it had been four weeks since he'd last gotten hard, and all you wanted was to have him inside of you. sure, you had one of those homemade dildos in the shape of art's cock, and he'd use it on you, but you missed having him inside of you. not a silicone toy. art.

and you could tell that art was feeling self-conscious; he'd never gone that long without managing to get an erection. you'd heard him through the door while he was in the bathroom the other night, quietly talking to himself, beating himself up over it

no woman would want their man to feel bad about themselves, right?

that was what you told yourself as you poured the blue powder you'd just crushed up into the green smoothie you made art every morning. you could see the look of disappointment that fell on his face every time he failed to get hard, each 'i'm sorry…' he said practically making you cry… and it's not like you could ask him to take them, some men were fragile about these things.

you just wanted to help art regain his confidence. there was nothing wrong with that. right? it's not your fault that you didn't remember he had an important meeting that day…

he ended up having to cancel. because by the time you're on your fourth orgasm, art still has you pinned to the bed, still as hard as a rod, your poor pussy already starting to get sore while he continues to fuck into you.

"i... have... no idea... what's going... on..." art groans between each thrust, your bedroom filled with the lewd squelching noise of art's cock thrusting in and out of you, hitting that that sweet spot inside of you each time, "'m so sorry..." he mumbles, your hands twisted up in his blonde hair, tugging on the strands, your brain too fuzzy with pleasure, with stimulation to be able to even comfort him; to offer him those honey-sweet words that came so easy whenver he had difficulty getting hard.

all you could butter out was "so... good..." even as art kept fucking into you with no mercy, basically sliding into you from all the arousal leaking out of you.

but two, grueling, filled up hours later, art was finally soft, collapsing right next to you on the bed, covered in sweat and other fluids; and although you were sure your pussy was going to be sore for a week... you couldn't help but think of the next time you could slip something into his smoothie.

"you know…" art mumbled breathlessly, "my smoothie tasted a bit different this morning…"

you bit down on your lower lip, turning to look at him, both of you covered in sweat, "i might've added in a secret ingredient." you shrugged, making art laugh, bringing his hand to your cheek, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

"it didn't taste half bad."

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[vevobly]

yellowjackets reaction eating loverfem!reader's body during winter? i aint got no babe but I want angst broo 😭😭😭

Yellowjackets Eating You Headcanons! [Peri-crash] (1)

A/N: Timeline set where Laura Lee is already kebab and Jackie is snackie 😋

Shauna Shipman:

Shauna doesn't let herself mourn you the way she wants to. You were hers. She loved you. And when you died? It felt like she lost herself. But she tells herself there isn't any time to grieve. She volunteers to be the one to butcher you because she believes she owes you that much and also because she can't let anyone else do it. She talks to your corpse as she works, her hands steady despite her voice trembling. “You’d laugh at how this turned out,” She murmurs, almost fondly.

She doesn't allow herself to think after, every bite she takes out of you is mechanical. But after eating you, and when everyone else goes to sleep? She vomits outside and thinks about just curling up in the snow to feel you somehow. She thinks better of it and goes back inside the cabin. She'd dream about you constantly since then. Sometimes you're warm and alive, sometimes you're just looking at her and quietly judging her as she mourns you.

She tells herself it was the right thing. That you would have wanted to help. But she never ever forgives herself. Sometimes, she takes something that belonged to you and carries it wherever she goes. When she's alone, she takes it out and just looks at it. Then she starts whispering to herself. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.” She wants to cry, but she just can't. It seems as if all her tears are just unable to come out. Her grief and her hunger? It becomes entangled.

“It’s just meat,” She tells herself. “It’s not you.” She refuses to spare a glance at what you used to be you.

Taissa Turner:

Tai tries to rationalize it at first, it's just survival. She's pragmatic and grounded (at least in her waking self), but this? This is one of the few things that breaks that. She looks at your body and sees the person she fell asleep beside every night, the one who used to trace her jaw with cold fingers. But she can't not see you. All she sees is the dead body of a girl she loved, a girl who held her through her lowest and always kissed her doubts away.

She refuses to eat you at first. But as the days go by, her hunger grows and her body starts to give out. The others are watching, and they're all looking to her for permission to eat you, even if they don't say it. And eventually, Van convinces her to. “You’ll die too. Do you think she’d want that?” Tai shakes her head, before forcing herself to do it. Just a small piece of you. Just enough to survive. That's all it is.

That night, she dreams of you. You have blue skin and you're lying beside her, whispering. “Why did you wait?” The sleepwalking only gets worse after that. The other Tai starts to take over more frequently. And that version? She doesn't hesitate to eat you. She whispers thank you whenever she chews. And the next morning when Tai wakes up? She finds her mouth is stained red. She doesn't have to go back and look at your body to know why.

“She’s gone. That’s the truth,” She whispers to herself. “That’s all there is. So why does it still feel like I’m betraying her?” She buries her head in her hands.

Van Palmer:

Van pretends to be okay. She says things like “she wouldn’t want us to starve” or “she’s still with us” but she doesn’t actually believe it. She just needs to cling to that idea to keep herself from falling apart. She frames your death as a gift, a form of love from the grave. Because Van believes in signs now. Patterns and purpose. And if you died, there had to be a reason for it, right? Your death had to have meant something other than god punishing her for the sins she's committed here.

She leads a little ritual around your body before she and the team eat you, saying things like “she gave us the strength to keep going” and so. And when she does eventually eat you, she jokes while doing it. Because if she stopped joking for even one moment, she thinks she might start crying. And once she started crying? She doesn't think she could ever stop after. After she eats you, she wraps your old scarf around her wrist like a bracelet and carves a symbol into the snow with your initials

For the following days after it, she pretends to be fine. But the bags under her eyes say otherwise. She's always lying awake at night, holding onto something that was yours before in her hand until her knuckles go white. She doesn't cry during it, just breathes and breathes again as if everything was just a dream she has to wake up from. But it isn't. You're actually dead, and you're never gonna come back home with her. Sometimes when no one's around, she talks to you like you're still there.

“You would’ve wanted us to live,” She mutters. “At least, that’s the story I’m choosing to believe. So I can keep going.”

Natalie Scatorccio:

Nat just completely breaks down and loses it. She tries to carry your body away from the cabin at first, sobbing and screaming that they can't have you. She tells them they can't touch you, and that she'll kill anyone on the team who tries. But it's the middle of winter. There's no food left. And eventually, even she can't deny what's coming. She knows how this will end with the hunger gnawing at everyone, even her.

But Nat refuses it. She punches a tree until her knuckles split. She screams at Lottie. She screams at the sky. And anything she can to relieve herself of the pain of losing you. Then for the past few days after that, she doesn't eat anything. She just keeps staring at nothing until her lips are cracked and her hands are shaking. She starts to hallucinate you at times in the cabin when everyone's asleep, always sitting by the window and telling her.

“You couldn't save me. But you can save yourself.” And eventually? She caves in and eats you. Not because she wants to. But because has to. For you. Because that's the last thing she could do for you, keep herself alive until all of this ends. When she eats you, she does it by herself when everyone's asleep. And then she sits by the fire, crying silently to one of your shirts in her lap. The next day, she doesn't speak. Just smokes a cigarette she's been saving and drinks snowmelt.

“I didn’t protect you,” She sobs. “I’m still breathing, and y-you’re not.” She rubs furiously at her eyes. “And fuck, that’s the most cruelest thing in the world.”

Lottie Matthews:

Lottie stood over your body and told the others that you were a blessing. That the wilderness took you away for a reason, and now it's giving you back. That your death wasn't an ending, it's the beginning of something wonderful. And your body was an offering. She frames the whole thing as something sacred. Holy, even. She genuinely believes (or convinces herself) that your whole death was a gift to the group.

She leads a ceremony. Makes almost everyone, even the ones who don't believe in the wilderness, on the team to form a circle around you and pray. Lottie places flowers around your body, brushes your hair, and speaks to you while you're being prepared. She thanks you and leans into your ear so she can whisper something no one else can hear. “She’s guiding us now,” She says. “She wanted us to survive. And this is her gift from above.”

Then she eats you. She's the first one who eats you on the team. And she does it quietly with her eyes closed, before leading the others to do the same. After everyone eats you, Lottie decides to sit alone out in the snow and look up at the trees. “Did I do the right thing?” She whispers to herself. No answer comes, but just the wind. Then she claims you've visited her in her dream a few weeks later. That you're proud of her. Whether she's just deluded or not, no one really knows.

“Her spirit hasn’t left,” She says. “She's in the wind, watching over us.”

Misty Quigley:

Misty is calm. Disturbingly calm. She cleans your face up, braids your hair, fixes your clothes, sets you down like a porcelain doll, and talks to you like you're still alive. “You were so special,” She says, smoothing your cheek. “They didn’t deserve you. But I did.” For a few days, no one really does anything to your body but Misty. Until eventually, it's time to eat you. She offers you up herself with a little speech. “She loved us,” She says. “She wouldn’t want us to waste this.”

Misty has no hesitation in eating you. No revulsion. Just hunger, and something else too. Devotion. And when she does eat you, she makes sure to take small careful bites with her eyes closed. She smiles a little as she eats you like she's savoring the taste of you in her memories. Knowing Misty and how she is, she probably is doing exactly that. And just a few days later, she's back to her cheery self.

No one knows this, but she managed to take certain parts of you with her before everyone on the team ate you. A fingernail, a lock of hair, a bone—just anything she can have of you to remember you with. She puts that piece of you in an old jar she found lying around in the cabin and keeps it entirely hidden under a floorboard. “You're still with me,” She says it more to herself than anyone else. “Forever.”

“They don’t understand how much you loved me,” She whispered. “But I do. And I’ll keep you close always.”

[dakusan]

Hey honeyyyy 🦔 here

I’m pretty sure tumblr ate my last request cause I sent it a week or so ago. Unless you’re busy then just ignore this one

Soo I was wondering (fantasizing) about Changbin as one should do. And I was hoping if you could write a fic of reader begging him to choke her but like he teases her. (I need that man on a concerning level). And pls pls add some thigh riding cause his thighs-

Thank youuuu

OH 🦔 ANON… YOU ALREADY KNOW I GOT YOU. "changbin's thighs" is practically a religion and i'm a loyal worshipper 😭🙏 let’s get sinful.

🔞 smut ficlet — Changbin x Reader — dom!Changbin, sub!reader, thigh riding, choking kink (requested), praise + degradation, breathplay teasing, filthy mouth, soft aftercare implied

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Your thighs ache from grinding, slick soaking into his jeans like shame you can’t take back. You're already shaking and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“Bin—please—”

He hums lazily, doesn’t even lift his head from where it’s tilted back against the couch. One arm slung over the backrest, the other anchoring you to his thigh like a plaything. You can feel the muscle flex beneath you every time you move, and god—you can’t stop moving.

“Please what, baby?” His voice is a low rasp, already cocky, already cruel. “Can’t hear you when you’re whining into my leg like a needy little mess.”

Your hips rock again, helpless, mouth dropping open as friction sends another jolt up your spine. It’s not enough. It’s so not enough.

“I want—” you gasp, then again, softer. “Want you to choke me.”

That gets him. His eyes cut down to you like a blade.

“Say it again.”

“I want you to choke me,” you whisper, fucked-out and trembling and breathless. “Please—”

But Changbin only smirks. "Oh, sweetheart. You want my hand around your throat, and you can’t even ride my thigh right.”

You whimper, grinding harder, desperate for approval—his hand, his praise, his attention. Anything.

He leans in now, voice hot against your ear. “You think just because you beg so sweet, I’m gonna give you what you want?”

You nod, frantic. He laughs.

“That’s cute.”

His thigh flexes under you again, shifting just enough to send pressure against your clit that has your whole body twitching. You're so close. But his hand just cups your jaw—not your throat. Not yet.

“You don’t get my hand around your throat till you cum. Right here. On my thigh.”

You let out a broken moan. “Bin—”

“Do it. Make a mess for me.”

And fuck—you do.

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, back arching, mouth open in a soundless cry as you grind helplessly against him. Slick floods your panties, coats his jeans, and all you can do is cling to him like a ragdoll and ride it out.

Then—

A strong hand wraps around your neck, just enough pressure to feel it. Not enough to scare.

“There she is,” he murmurs, dark eyes softening as your gaze blurs. “My good girl. Knew you could do it.”

You melt.

Your body’s still shaking when he moves—finally—lifting you off his thigh with one strong arm under your ass. He carries you like you weigh nothing, mouth grazing the curve of your jaw as he murmurs, “Look at the mess you made, baby.”

You’re too dazed to answer.

He sets you down on the bed and strips you bare in seconds—no teasing now, no games. There’s something in his eyes like hunger barely leashed.

“I should make you ride me,” he mutters, dark and low. “But you look too fucked out to do anything useful.”

You nod, blinking up at him. “Want you to fuck me…”

“Yeah?” He’s already shedding his clothes, every motion fluid, precise, like he’s been waiting for this—burning for it. “Want me to fuck you so good you forget how to beg?”

You whimper, legs spreading automatically as he crawls between them.

“No fingers,” you beg. “Just—need you. Please.”

“Oh, now you remember your manners.”

He lines up, thick cock dragging against your soaked folds, and he groans deep in his chest. “Still wet from grinding on my thigh like a needy slut. Fuck.”

And then he’s inside.

You cry out—he’s thick, unrelenting, splitting you open inch by inch as he presses in deep. His hand curls around your throat again, not choking yet—just holding, possessive.

“You gonna fall apart again?” he growls, hips rolling slow and deep, each stroke punching breath from your lungs. “You gonna come all over my cock now?”

“Yes—fuck—yes, Changbin—”

“Good girl.”

His thrusts pick up, punishing and perfect, your hips jolting with every snap. He fucks you through it, through the sensitivity, the pleasure-soaked haze. One hand tightens around your throat. The other anchors your hip, holding you still so you take every inch.

You’re babbling now, barely coherent.

“Can’t—Bin—feels so good—”

“I know,” he pants, close now. “Tight little pussy’s milking me, fuck—gonna fill you up.”

You clench hard around him, and that’s it.

He slams deep one last time, growling as he comes, cock twitching inside you with every pulse of release. You feel it—feel him—warm and thick and full, and you shudder through your own aftershocks with a broken sob.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays there, buried deep, one hand still cradling your neck while the other strokes your side in slow, grounding circles.

“You okay?” he murmurs, voice softer now. “Too much?”

You shake your head, tears in your lashes. “Perfect.”

He kisses your temple.

“Yeah. You fucking are.”

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🦔 anon... you knew exactly what you were doing with this request. Thank you for your deliciously filthy brainrot — may we all be blessed with Changbin’s thighs and a personal chokehold session. 💋 Come back anytime. You are so welcome here.

[4barbatos]

✦ sfw alphabet with venti .ᐟ

a/n: another venti fic today yay !!! ventination how are we feeling ;3 AAAAAAARGHHH I LOVE THIS LITTLE BARD SO MUCH WHY ISN’T HE REAL. i’m gonna sob. genre’s fluff + mild crack btw!! bc when am i ever normal about him. never.

also this one’s with a gn!reader (FINALLY), and it’s extra self-indulgent bc it’s venti day and i can do whatever i want <3 pls enjoy !! let me know if you screamed cried threw up

a — affection

clingy clingy clingy. he attaches himself to you. sometimes literally. he’s in your lap. on your back. wrapped around your leg. you cannot cook, clean, walk, or breathe without him whispering “don’t gooo :(” into your ear like a very needy wind spirit. he also kisses you for fun. not even for love. just because he can.

“i’m kissing you because i love you. and also because your face is cute. and also because i’m bored. and also because—”

b — bonding

his idea of quality time is literally doing nothing but existing beside you. staying in bed all day, tangled in blankets, talking about nonsense or just listening to the wind outside. you’re warm, you’re soft, you let him stick his cold feet on you — you’re his home.

sometimes you’ll be reading and he’s just… lying on your stomach, playing with your fingers and humming to himself.

“isn’t this the dream, love?”

yes venti. yes it is.

c — cuddles

velcro boyfriend. no like actually you cannot get him off. you tried once and he made the saddest noise in history and you immediately apologized and cuddled him for the next two hours.

he likes to be the little spoon. he likes to be the big spoon. he likes to be the entire utensil drawer.

clingy in sleep too. once you woke up and he was hugging your leg like a koala. didn’t even remember how he got there.

“the wind carried me 🥺”

venti. get off my ankle.

d — domestic

he does not know how to live like a normal human being. this is a man who thinks eating apples for every meal is normal behavior. but when he’s home, he tries to help… and fails gloriously. he washed your clothes once and turned all your whites green. tried to cook and almost summoned a hurricane in the kitchen.

“it was a culinary experiment!”

“venti. it was toast.”

you still love him though. it’s the effort (and his cute little apron) that counts <3

e — ending ( no angst !!!!!! not on his bday 😡)

you said “we’re over” as a joke because he ate your dessert and he. took it. seriously.

his pupils dilated. his smile dropped.

“y/n… please. no. i’ll never eat your sweets again. i’ll write you an apology song. seven verses long. i’ll drown myself in cider—”

you never pranked him again. okay maybe once more. but then he cried and you folded. he’s so dramatic 😭

f — fiancé

he’s proposed to you 47 times. and counting.

one time he gave you a ring made of dandelion stems. another time he kneeled on one knee with a piece of shiny rock he found while drunk.

you’re not legally married. but emotionally? spiritually? cosmically?

absolutely soul-woven together.

g — gifts

venti gives gifts like it’s breathing. a flower tucked behind your ear. a leaf shaped like a heart. a napkin with a poem scribbled in cider-stained ink. once he brought you a glowing crystal and said “i stole the moonlight for you.”

you keep them all in a box. it’s overflowing. he calls it his love archive. you’re keeping it forever.

h — hugs

clingy. obsessively clingy. will hug you out of nowhere. from behind. from the side. from under a table. if you say you’re cold? hug. if you say you’re sad? hug. if you say nothing at all? still hug. he once said your arms are his “emotional support enclosure.”

i — i love you

says it twenty times a day. sometimes directly, sometimes in completely insane poetic metaphors.

“if i were the wind, i would always carry you home. that’s how much i love you.”

“i’d trade a thousand songs for one second in your arms.”

bro just say ily.

you think he’s so poetic it hurts. you’re so in love you’d probably cry over a leaf if he said it was shaped like his feelings.

j — jealousy

he’s not possessive, but oh he gets pouty.

you laugh a little too hard at another bard’s joke and suddenly venti’s in your lap going “do you still love me? 🥺”

you say yes. he goes “okay, just checking.”

he’s fine after you reassure him. just a soft boy who wants to be your favorite always.

k — kisses

EVERYWHERE. forehead, cheek, neck, knuckles, shoulder, ELBOW??

you asked him what the elbow kiss meant and he went,

“it symbolizes the bend in the journey of our love.”

bro WHAT.

he kisses your temple and whispers songs. kisses your hands when you’re tired. kisses your lips when you least expect it.

you are the most kissable person alive and he is on a lifelong quest to prove it.

l — little ones

he doesn’t see himself as a dad figure, which is hilarious given the “protector of mondstadt” title. but he loves kids. he lets them braid his hair, teaches them silly songs, floats them around with gentle breezes. he always makes them laugh. he says he likes hearing joy.

“they laugh just like the wind. freely.”

you once caught him having a tea party with toddlers outside the cathedral and using a falsetto voice for every stuffed toy.

he’d be a great fairy godfather though.

m — mornings

chaotic but soft. you’re the early riser. he is not.

“noooo y/n don’t leave the bed, i haven’t absorbed your warmth yet :(”

“venti i need to shower—”

“bring the bed with you :((”

you always kiss his forehead before leaving and that gets him to stop whining. he says it’s “morning fuel.”

eventually you drag him out of bed by the ankles.

n — nights

he thrives at night. writes songs, sings under the moon, sometimes disappears to chase shooting stars and comes back with flowers. when you’re together, he hums lullabies while playing with your hair. performs a new poem every other night.

“this one’s titled ‘ode to the soul who makes my heart waltz like the wind.’”

venti. pls.

o — open

venti hides a lot from the world. but not from you. he lets you see the quiet parts of him — the sadness, the ache, the parts that remember what he’s lost. he lets you hold him during the silence. you’re the one person he feels completely safe with. his heart is all yours.

p — pet names

oh boy. he doesn’t even use your name anymore.

“windblume.”

“darling.”

“my muse.”

“ethereal sparkle of my soul.”

“sugarplum rainwhistle of the northern breeze.”

he makes up nonsense just to see you roll your eyes. but his favorite is whispered softly at night, when he thinks you’re asleep —

“mine.”

q — quirk

when he’s deep in thought, he starts playing invisible harp strings. like literally air-harping. sometimes he unconsciously hums your name into the wind. one time you heard it echo off the mountains.

also: sings when he’s nervous. badly.

“🎶 i accidentally knocked over your vase but it’s okay because i’m still cute 🎶”

you forgave him. immediately.

bonus: somehow always smells like apples, no matter where he’s been — also makes random wind currents when he sneezes 😭

r — romance

he is so romantic it’s ridiculous. candlelit serenades. letters tied to birds. composing songs just for your laugh. he once made a whole musical just to say he missed you. this man breathes love. flirts like a second language. you’re dating a walking sonnet.

s — support

always in your corner. he hypes you up like you’re his favorite idol. he says things like “you’re the only melody i’ll ever follow.”

will write a diss track against anyone who upsets you.

t — thrill

he loves surprising you. wind-rides, unexpected songs, pulling you into a waltz mid-walk. he keeps life interesting. sometimes too interesting. like that time he tried to turn your room into a “floating love nest.” it floated. for ten seconds. then collapsed.

8/10 execution though.

u — understanding

venti’s the type to read your mood like music notes. he knows when you’re sad even if you don’t say a word. sits beside you quietly, offering his presence like a warm breeze. he never pushes, just waits. waits until you’re ready. he’s patient. he’s yours.

v — vows

you’re not married, but he’s written so many vows. every poem is a promise. every kiss is a contract. he once made a pinky promise under a tree and said,

“this is stronger than any ring. the wind will remember.”

you believe him.

w — wild card

once tried to ride a wind current into your bedroom window while drunk.

got stuck halfway and just. hung there.

you had to yank him inside by the cape.

he said, “the wind failed me… but you never do.”

you threw a pillow at his face.

x — xoxo

you receive approximately 102 hugs and kisses per day. minimum. he keeps count. proudly.

“gotta meet the daily love quota!”

he’s annoying. you’re obsessed.

y — yearning

he’s the type to ache when you’re apart.

writes you full ballads. sends them via wind.

once got sick because he missed you so hard he forgot to eat.

don’t leave him alone for too long or he’ll spiral into a dramatic monologue about your absence.

z — zzz

sleeps with his eyes slightly open. snores quietly. not loud. but he mumbles.

you’ve woken up to him sleep-singing.

once he tried to sleep-float and hit the ceiling.

now you make him wear a heavy blanket.

[lsunstreakerl]

OHHHH FAMIGLIA MY BELOVEEDDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

max feeling all these big emotions and face planting and trying to suffocate himself in the pillows but then gp wakes up (he has a max sensor in his brain he knows whenever HIS SON IS UPSET!!!) family bonding where they both face plant into the pillows 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

max when he's confused why gp is being 'nice' to him KNIFE TO THE HEART 😭😭😭😭😭 ohhhh and then max blanket burrito and he's comfy and I almost cried at work WHAT THE HELL SUNNY (thank you for the amazing food again 🫶)

gp knowing to go to max because he knows max won't go to him and then they have an established movie time whenever that happens so they can snuggle 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEYRE FAMILY YOUR HONOUR!!!!

also not max calling gps pants the ugliest thing ever BUT THEN MATCHING HIM...I love famiglia max gp sooooo much

AND THEN MAX STILL SEEKS OUT GP WHEN HES OLDER AND MOVED OUT 😭😭😭😭 in my head I'm envisioning them trying to sync the movie on both sides of the call because max is insanely determined like that

(also the mental image of charles waking up halfway through the night to see his boyfriend in a blanket burrito giggling at movies while he hears gp's voice also through the call sjjcjdjfjd)

NEW FAMIGLIA FIC SOUND THE HORNS

GP wakes up, realizes his kid is freaking, realizes his kid will never admit to freaking out, and is like "okay! guess we're face planting now :)" because it's what max needs. and max needs to not feel weird or judged, he just needs empathy and support! and it isn't exactly a hardship for GP to faceplant into a pillow. he didn't wake up for the storm at all, but max crying— yeah, that woke him up immediately.

GP tucking max in, and then tucking him in again, and making sure the blankets are just right around him, because the first time parents forum said sometimes the feeling of being "swaddled" still helps older kids, and he gets the feeling maybe max really still needs that. and max falling back asleep so easy because GP is between him and the weather, and they're leaving the lights on, and he's so cozy 😭

it doesn't take long for GP to realize max is bad about asking for things, so he's proactive! and he's supportive either way— if max had wanted to stay upstairs and do homework, GP would've brought up his laptop and done work until max fell asleep at his desk, and then he would've tucked him into bed. but max really does want to snuggle and watch shit movies together, so it's an easy agreement.

THEIR UGLY MATCHING PANTS. GP got them for the christmas card they did as a joke and max hates on them relentlessly, but somehow he keeps "forgetting" to throw them away. meanwhile GP's heart does the dramatic "I would die for this kid" every time he and max match.

they do sync the movies 😭 it takes forever but max is determined and GP is happy to do whatever makes max feel better!

charles wakes up and realizes it's stormed, and knows he's going to find max passed out in the living room, asleep on the phone with GP. (because GP will never be the one to hang up) he thinks it's incredibly sweet and also tries to be gentle with max the following day, but in a subtle way so that max doesn't notice LMAO.

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

i genuinely think keith would be the most doting father in the universe… give that man a baby immediately he needs to be brushing their hair before bed and holding them like they’re the single most precious blessing he’s ever received - lance watching from the door way as keith listens to their baby’s rambling while he brushes their teeth… keith being the first one to get up for the baby monitor… he’s also so reverent of lance for giving him a baby i just know it. absolutely puts their child to sleep and then kisses lance’s forehead with a quiet thank you like he’s so down bad for his lance 😭

agreed!

Keith is the biggest softie when it comes to his kids. he probably grew up thinking he'd never have a family of his own after his dad died. and then, up in space, fighting a war, he probably thought he'd never live long enough to make one for himself.

he probably thought Shiro was the only family he would ever have. and later on, he probably thought the voltron team was the closest he would get to a big family.

then Lance. his beloved.

Keith believes in a higher power if only bc there's no fucking way he could have gotten this lucky otherwise. Lance is everything to him, and when Lance gets pregnant, he's stunned. when Lance says he's keeping it, Keith outright cries and thanks him on his knees.

so yeah, Lance is a gift and he treats him like it every day of his life. and the child born is one more miracle in his life.

Lance would have to be the strict parent bc Keith is so grateful for the miracles in his life that he just can't deny them anything. and Lance would pout about it bc he wants to be the cool dad!

little does he know that Keith is actually not the cool dad at all. he's the lame dad. he makes dad jokes and he's so enthusiastic about being involved with his kids that they think it's cringe (kids can be so mean :c) and his kids are so embarrassed by him.

they ask Lance to pick them up from places bc Lance is very “ok, get in the car, we're going home.” meanwhile, if Keith picks them up, he's like, “oh, i wanna meet your friends! is this the boy you're always talking about? he seems sweet. you have such nice friends, i'm so happy for you.”

Lance is definitely the “we have food at home” dad too. Keith is the “we stopped by a fast food place, i wanted coffee and the kids wanted to play on the slides, but then they got hungry, so i bought them kids meals.”

Keith buys them candy, treats, and toys every time they go shopping.

he says, “just one thing!” but then his kids show up pouting and tearing up and his heart breaks bc he's a sucker and the kids know it. “okay, just this once,” he says. again.

Keith is banned from grocery runs.

Keith always spends the night on the couch when he does these things. doesn't stop him from being suckered in by his kids tho. he just wants them to have everything their hearts desire.

Keith's bottom lip starts wobbling the first day of school and Lance has to drag him out of there before he starts full on crying to make sure the reputation of the black paladin remains intact. (he also knows the kids will be teased relentlessly about it if the others see the legendary black paladin crying.)

meanwhile Lance is so glad to finally have some alone time with Keith and quickly clues Keith into the joys of absent children.

Lance definitely gets pregnant again.

they have such a big family and Keith and Lance are so happy. they never thought they'd get here, but damned if they're not going to do everything they can to keep it.

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam talks about Jacob being 'an exceptional person' and answers what would have happened if Dale interviewed Lestat and whether or not Dale and Louis would be "friends" in The Emsolation Podcast Extras!

Note: Unf this is not the complete video where he answears that question(s). I had to edit it with a few excerpts i found so it might not make much sense. if someone put the whole segment of this question(s) i will edit this with that video

Source: The Emsolation Podcast - Sam Reid talks the FINAL season of The Newsreader, urvampiregirls, loustatsoup, comeappraiseme and pixielayer

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Him saying that he can't imagine Louis giving two f*cks about Dale 😞 Well the fanfics says otherwise 🙃 i am really surprised they didn't told im about the Louis x Dale fanfics on AO3 🤣

i cant find the tweet now but i swear that i saw someone one twitter saying that Michael Lucas and the lady in the video talked about it a few weeks ago in one of The Emsolation podcast eps.

Anyway, it's funny that Lestat possessed him both times: one (where Sam clearly was able to control him) where he was totally down to the idea of f*cking Dale and in the other where he cant stand the idea of Louis f*cking Dale (Lestat you fake poly. A cheater is what you are) I didn't believed 100% in the Lestat possession allegations until i watch this 🤯

[femmeloverboy]

Adventure time fans when you enjoyed the Fionna and Cake finale and don't want their miserable unnecessary nitpicky opinions on a silly happy cartoon ruining ur joy and love for the show:

[h0estar]

some of my favorite moments of yato & yukine during my reread. i read the scanlations occasionally bc it gives me sm nostalgia. anw, the two of them are so cute... they're just like family :(

yato referring to yukine as his "boy" or "kid" always gets me man. i take a shot every time he says it 🥹

[spacedlexi]

the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭

[evocatiio]

if chibnall was the one writing this season you lot would be talking VERY differently

[vani-ash]

Everything about the ending?? If Mo had stayed in bed. If Jingna and Thongkam had been in bed. If Mo hadn't married Tang. If Mo gave up looking once they weren't in bed. If Thongkam had untied Mo sooner. If Jingna had used more pesticide. There is so many ways the ending could've been avoided and I'll never stop thinking about it 😭

[pickled-flowers]

Saw some of the grossest parenting today in the bus

[marsbotz]

DAMN its insanee even after so long… undertales story is still fucking crazyyyy

[doctorwillsolace]

holy shit my brain really can not handle having to remember more than 5 things at once can it

[obvslybatgrl]

MY LITTLE PRINCE 😭😭😭😭