#and cynthia's there spacing the fuck out

[cheemken]

I absolutely love Cynthia and Diantha’s dynamic in the Villain Diantha AU

HFKSHDMSNJDK REAL💀💀💀

[korn-dawg]

loser!abby draft bc yet again i’m swamped w/ work and can’t write smth new (sorry loves ☹️)

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loser!abby who has a very…complicated relationship with sleep

loser!abby who doesn’t not like sleeping, she’d just rather spend more time with you

loser!abby who tries everything to keep you awake for as long as possible so she can talk to you, nudging your tired figure back to consciousness

loser!abby who gets needy at the most unusual hours, keeping you up at 2:30 AM despite the fact that you both have work tomorrow

loser!abby whose favorite place to eat you out is your desk chair. the sight of you sitting in front of her while she’s on her knees is enough for abby to get so fucking worked up it’s not even funny.

loser!abby who loves laying her head in your lap, arms hugging around your legs while she presses her face in your thighs or staring up at you while you do her brows

loser!abby who read that one reddit story about the lamp and got so fucking freaked out she stared at the one on her bedside table for 20 minutes just in case

loser!abby who walks up to you just to push your shoulder gently or poke the back of your head to ensure you’re real

loser!abby who has arachnophobia; she can deal with any other big or creature, just not spiders

loser!abby who jumped up on the couch when she saw the smallest daddy long legs skitter across the floor, yelling for you and pointing at where it last was

loser!abby who loves to wear your clothes, especially when you’re away

loser!abby who rubs her face against yours like a cat, trying to get as close to you as possible

loser!abby who would jump in your skin if given the chance

loser!abby who tries to get you to sleep naked sometimes for the most skin to skin contact, hugging you so fucking tight you swear she’s trying to break ribs

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corndog go to bed at a reasonable hour challenge impossible 🌝

each time there’s a big ass space in the writing jst know it’s cause there was like 3 separate drafts i frankensteined together cause i don’t have time to write (big ass test coming up wednesday) and all of my drafts are short asl cause they’re all outlines

omfg that was a whole paragraph someone tell me to shut the hell up 😭 anyways i love y’all hopefully i can actually write after the test when i get a break !!!!

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[creatingblackcharacters]

i have a question im seeing an influx of elphaba/glinda fanart based on the movie but sometimes im not sure if the artist drew Black hair correctly? i wanna reblog but i dont wanna promote art that doesnt draw Black hair correctly but i also dont want to be overly critical of the art? im using my best judgement but sometimes it feels like none of the way people draw Black hair looks right and i have to lower my standards i feel like im going crazy scrutinizing elphaba’s braids every time i see art on my dash is it supposed to be like that (i am poc but not Black)

It's maddening, isn't it?

You're talking about lowering your standards and being less critical, but the standard is "depicting a Black woman as she looks". That's the bare minimum! Cynthia Erivo said that she intentionally chose microbraids for Black girls to see that style on screen- choosing not to depict that style as is, is tantamount to saying "fuck them Black girls and their rep".

So! This is a CHOICE that you have to make!

Do you choose antiblackness for the sake of your enjoyment? Do you accept that you'd rather be antiblack in order to feel comfortable, to feel included, to feel "more sane"? Because you've said the quiet part out loud- be willing to accept that you'll be letting antiblackness slide for fun! But it's easier!

Or, do you choose to keep your standards, and accept that it is, ultimately, lonely? And yes, it is sad and hurtful and crazy that in order to be included, you have to accept racism (and you're not even a part of the group being demeaned this time). You can choose antiracism, and accept that it means seeing just how normalized racism really is in your spaces, and just how unwelcome being Black really is. And that is hard.

Me personally, I usually choose the latter. It is lonely, and 8/10 I cannot share the art of the "Black" character I love. But I think it was Che Guevara that said "If you tremble with indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine." 👍🏾 My integrity means a lot to me- if they don't respect me, I gotta respect me, and I respect those who own up to the hard choice.

[barblaz-arts]

Do u have any wenclair (or individual) headcanons that havent found their way into a fic or comic of yours? One of my favs is Wednesday stashing weapons on Enid/in Enids space bc she is nothing if not prepared.

That's pretty cute actually lol

Ooh I have a few, yeah. Some of these ideas are ones i hope to put in a comic or fic somehow someday

- Wednesday's favorite season is summer. Enid is surprised because she expects it to be fall or winter. Wednesday just likes summer because it's the season when Enid puts away the fluffy coats and sweaters and wears sleeveless shirts that show off her arms and more scars

- enidtendo drew Lucas and Enid taking Bianca and Wednesday on a double date to a hockey game and I really love the thought of that being a regular thing. Maybe even movie dates to action movies. Just a really nice bonus that it forces Bianca and Wednesday to bond lol

- there was a time when they had matching lockscreen photos. Enid's was Wednesday's half of The Window while Wednesday had Enid's side. Wednesday begrudgingly did it but then got mad when Enid changed her lockscreen only after like a week or so

- when Wednesday isn't in the mood for much physical contact, Enid will show affection by kissing her braid

- Enid has a petty, one-sided rivalry with Fester for being Wednesday's favorite person ever. Fester is oblivious.

- while people think that Wednesday is too gloomy, Enid knows that Wednesday is actually fuckin hilarious

- Wednesday totally got tickets to Loossemble, Odd Eye Circle, and Chuu's concerts when they toured in America for Enid. Wednesday glared the fuck out of Hyeju.

- When Enid is mad, Wednesday scrambles to buy/cook her favorite food. When Wednesday is mad, Enid tries to find the weirdest and/or oldest shit she could see in Uriah's Heap

Bonus, married Wenclair headcanons:

- there's always a rookie detective that makes the mistake of crushing on Wednesday when she started assisting crime investigations and Enid hates it

- Since Enid is a fan of kung fu movies, I like to think that she's a big fan of martial arts actresses like Michelle Yeoh and Cynthia Rothrock. 40's Enid has a pixie cut and no longer dyes her hair because it has damaged her hair, so when she was really sad about this, Wednesday cheered her up by saying "It makes you look like that Rothrock woman you liked watching".

(Rothrock is the white lady at the end of this video fyi. Also featuring Michelle Yeoh in the chase scene)

- Enid has a few simps because of her mild internet fame. Wednesday threatens them when they leave comments in her vlogs and Instagram posts ("i got the divorce papers ready bby just say the word" "YOU WILL START COUGHING IN THREE DAYS--")

- in the wedding, Yoko was Maid of Honor and Eugene was Best Man(or Man of Honor?). Pubert was the ring bearer. Later on, Yoko and Eugene are Vega's godparents(they also develop a rivalry over who is Vega's favorite)

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.1

So disclaimer: I took screenshots instead of photographing my screen this time, but the quality of footage is a thousand times worse so the images are still mostly shit. But anyway, here we go :)

We're going to have to keep a tally on how many times they refer to their relationship in romantic terms. Less than a minute in, Paul has used the description, “great love affair.”

And John's right on his heels with “the sexual equivalent of . . . People in love.” So there's 2 already. Oh boy.

That opening montage of John and Paul just living for the light in each other's eyes should actually be the official music video for “I wanna hold your hand.”

Also I wonder how many songs they have about hiding. Someone's got to have a list somewhere right?

I adore the absolute lack of reaction to John manhandling Paul.

And then This Look. He's in love with him, ladies and gentlemen.

I remember seeing somewhere that this footage was literally right after they'd finished “she loves you.” Which was pretty recently after Bob Wooler, which was right after Barcelona. And if you're like me and you think that song is secretly about their relationship? If Paul's just been singing “she said you hurt her so, she almost lost her mind, but now she says she knows you're not the hurting kind. She said she loves you” at you, after all of that? Of course John's acting like a fucking puppy dog.

Poor George tally number 1

Excuse me??? John wants to live in the Beatle apartment instead of with his actual literal wife until Paul decides to move in with his girlfriend? What? He's so insane. Cynthia, you're lucky Paul's a fucking social climber.

I think it's indicative of two things that Paul said “screw secret girlfriends” while John happily went along with secret wives. One: different levels of security in masculinity (John doesn't have gay eyebrows etc) and two: different relationships. Jane and Paul's relationship was a smart career move for both of them and I think, being upper-class, and having her own career, and not being a mother, Jane was in more of a position to have a say.

Every time I watch that footage of Ken Dodd asking about their parents I physically cringe. Poor poor babies. Do your research you idiot! I don't think that ever happened again. I wonder if Brian made sure of that.

Paul literally talks like such a husband here. “We've thought about it, and probably the thing that John and I will do . . .”

Obsessed with Paul shouldering himself between George and John after George's little joke shove. It's so protective and yet so subtle. Exactly the same strong posture and easy smile as when he stepped between John and that interviewer during the Jesus scandal.

Poor George tally number 2 (you can't quite tell from the pic but John is shoving him out of the way because how dare he put his suitcase by Paul's?! That's John's suitcase's spot!!)

All the Beatles were cuddly with each other. It's one of the cutest bits about them, the puppies in a basket aspect. But I think we'll need a “noticable spacing difference” tally for this rewatch, too, and here's the first.

Paul wearing John's hat for attention and it fully and completely doing the job? They're so embarrassing!

I actually love that John's imitation of his upper-class Scottish family (which Paul can't do) is actually much more convincing than his broad Liverpudlian (which Paul nails in two variations, one based off his own family) I'm obsessed with the class dynamics between them.

Poor George tally three. He shares this one with Ringo. That moment when Paul's pretending to interview them about their purple hearts and cuts them both off with, “thank you. Mi-mister Lennon,” and John and Paul proceed to completely forget the other two exist for who knows how long – certainly longer than the videographer was willing to record.

I find John sliding into Paul's raspy “tiiight yeeeah” with his very turned on “mmmMM it's been a hard” extremely suggestive. I'm sorry but I do.

It's like he thinks if he looks away for too long he's going to disappear or something. Which. Now that I said that. Yeah. That is what it is. Poor separation-issues baby.

Ringo: Paul, you wrote a beautiful song and you sing it great. John: yeah and you're SEXY! Let's not forget that, everyone.

Am I crazy to obsess over every little musical similarity in their songs? Yes. Can I help it? No. The little “oh-oh ohoho” in the If I Fell demo is exactly the same as in Imagine and (frothing and writhing) it means something I can feel it! I just have no idea what.

I also find the lyric change from “i hope that she won't cry” to “i hope that she will cry” extremely interesting. There's always a heterosexual explanation. Trust me, the straights are the Simone Biles of mental gymnastics. But while the published lyric can be read as a man bitter toward his ex girlfriend hoping to hurt her by flaunting his new relationship, the demo version is trickier. Could it be that he doesn't want to hurt his wife's feelings by letting her know he's in love with someone else? But who else could John Lennon possibly have been in love with at the time?

“Too too much in love. Woah, too too much in love with you.” My heart

[songs-of-the-hesperides]

“𝐹𝐿𝒜𝒮𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝑅𝐸𝒟 𝐿𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯𝒮,”

marieve [read: mari] • female • she/her/hers • taken • biromantic • 𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 • INFJ; The Advocate • 9w1 • pisces • looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you-in 3 languages, swear words and this slipper I found • singaporean 🇸🇬 • tropical island girlie • rainy day lover • child of divorce • probably a heavyweight drinker • pirates books • cat lover • plant mother •

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@screamingwhatyouwhisper — rants+

— “(𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎)”

♛ fandoms (shows and books): one piece.dc.marvel.the folk of the air.the empyrean.six of crows duology.my little pony.miraculous ladybug.sofia the first.pjo.hotd.httyd.got.jjk.wool.tsoa.daughter of the deep.candy jem.descendants.liv and maddie.the summer i turned pretty.the inheritance games.

— “𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓉✰𝓇,”

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— “𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒,”

TOP 5

⋆ po✰nstar — nessa barrett

⋆ busy woman — sabrina carpenter

⋆ fucked my way up to the top — lana del rey

⋆ maneater — nelly furtado

⋆ red sex — vessel

the clique (clique or cleaque?)

@hellincarnation “he’s my person. my best friend, lover and holds an iron grip of my heart,”

@unhinged-as-hell “based takes, don’t mess with viktor. i assure you, you’ll be the one charred,”

@depressed-bi-twerking “sweet like cinnamon,”

@im-on-crack-send-help “god, she’s pretty. i hope she knows that,”

@jerry-the-leech @daonedaonlysk “cutie pies, with a hint of spice,”

@lovely-writes-alot “their name tells you everything you need to know,”

@sunnies-theory-of-happiness “name and personality? same, same baby,”

@miserable-individual “cómo se dice? ah. sweetheart,”

@aahistaa “smartest witch in the world,”

@akshi-the-nirmata “absolutely cool of a person,”

@localburntoutkid “friendship crush…”

@lyrebirb , @itsviiii , @sunshinerainbowsandlollipops “prettiests of blogs,”

@cafffeineconnoisseur “mom friend…maaaybe wine aunt,”

@dreamboyinthedarkvoid “biker boy,”

𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈— 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈— ☎️

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─── I think we’re due for an introduction. Hi. My name’s Marieve, but people call me Mari. First thing you should know about me—I am a confident person, I’m self assured and I know how I should be treated. I apologise when I need to, and I curse you out when you’ve stepped out of the line. So don’t fuck that up, I’m perceptive. I’m self aware. Do something that sounds my radar off and I’ll wage a war. More importantly, I’ll win it. Confidence isn’t recklessness. Confidence is being measured in how I respond and interact with the world. Fair warning. I believe I’ll only have to tell you once ───

─── this is a safe space for angels to land and rest their halos, for the hurting to pause and love their scars, for the demons to stop and maybe accept some things. this is a safe space for love, all kinds of love. there is no judgement between you and I, nor is there any scorn. as long as you follow the rules and boundaries I have in place ───

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─── on the other hand, this is NOT a safe space for misogynistic pieces of crap, pedophiles, sexists, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, racism, xenophobia, discrimination, zionists, nazis and other hateful behaviour, ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!

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─── moving on to things I don’t want to talk about, respect me and respect these boundaries. I don’t want to talk about things relating to: suicide, nsfw, self harm, eating disorders.

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─── have a great stay at my blog,

marieve logging off.

xoxo.💋.

@depressed-bi-twerking made their gorgeous mood board and @hellincarnation helped me with some graphics ;)

[minotaurcircuits]

*free pass to yap about any character/ship you want*

actually maybe this is my excuse to ramble about to break in a glove for entirely too many words. sorry if you wanted something else, anon, i've got fucking Thoughts

so like, to break in a glove isn't my favorite song to listen to off the soundtrack or anything, but i do fucking love how it's positioned as like, an exploration of larry's parenting strategies and his grief, and it's really good at doing that, and it also works as a great high for evan before everything finally crashes down around him

however, it also buries the lead in the first few lines.

"but he left it in the bag, with the tag still on"

so, we learn in the novel that connor's an artist, a reader. the various stage sets of his room reflect this, with the space largely populated with books over any other sort of clutter. evan even comments, when he's in connor's room for the first time, that he feels a kinship with him, because there's absolutely nothing sports related in connor's room, which is something they have in common.

and yet, larry's attempt to reach out was a baseball glove

there's also the inherent specificity in the fact that larry tells evan to keep it. despite the way larry says he bought the glove "a thousand years ago", it's an adult sized glove, if it had been bought for a little kid, it would be of no use to evan, so larry wouldn't have offered it. this wasn't like, trying to get connor interested in little league when he was a kid, this was bought recently, after connor developed a personality, at a point at which larry should have known at least the broad strokes of connor's interests

or at least, he'd know that connor doesn't play any sports, and really never has.

just, that continuing thread of the way people wanted connor to engage on their terms, and never engaged with him on his.

there's also the way it works as an evan-connor parallel moment, especially with the context that evan also doesn't like, really actually do sports either, because connor clearly saw it for what it was, a gift for the son his father wanted instead of the one he actually had, overly self-indulgent, more a gift for larry than for connor, and thus, he left it in the bag without a second thought, because he had no interest in it.

evan, though, who hasn't had a dad solidly in his life since he was little, is bonding with larry in this moment, and sees the glove as, this symbol of a father-son relationship that he's never had.

actually while i'm talking about parents and evan-connor parallel moments. god there's this BRILLIANT bit in the novel, when connor's hanging around the hospital, afterwards, and sees heidi looking up those college essays for evan, and comments on how he can't picture cynthia doing that sort of thing for him, "even though i was her life's work". just, the way that completes the parallel between connor and evan, the way evan wanted the stability of the murphys, but connor just wanted the sort of affection and care that heidi offers, that willingness to engage with evan on his level, in a way no one ever engaged with connor.

(which frankly i think could be a fucking fascinating dynamic to explore for someone writing one of those fandom-classic "connor lives and also him and evan actually become friends" fics, because holy shit the potential, but i digress)

my point with this whole post, is that the baseball glove is a microcosm of the failures that led to where connor ended up. that unwillingness on larry's part (on everyone's part, really), to engage with who connor was instead of who larry wanted him to be. like, yeah, the baseball glove was a genuine attempt to reach out to his son, but the fact that it was a baseball glove, singularly one of larry's interests, instead of anything that might actually bridge a gap between them, is a sign of how everyone ended up where they did.

yet another sign of the way people refused to meet connor where he was.

[crazylittlejester]

A little gift, because you've been doing rough lately:

(Read this at your own pace, don't force yourself please-)

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"Heyy Twilight Sparkle-poo my pookie?" War's voice slurred through shitty phone speakers.

"War. I love you, but never call me that again-" Twilight sighed. "What's up? Aren't you meant to be in rehearsals or something?"

"Yeahhhh 'bout that- can you pick me up? Pretty please?"

"Yeah, of course dude. Why, what's up?" Twi asked, trying to keep his voice steady and mask the anxiety gripping his heart; War never asked to be picked up early. Never. Unless he hurt himself.

"Uhhhh... don't be mad, but-" Twi was already terrified, "-'pparently I've got a concussion? Dunno how though."

"Warren..." Twilight had already stood up to search for his keys, though he kept his phone pressed against an ear.

"Please don' be mad-" a tremor ran through his voice as War mumbled the simple sentence.

"Hey, no, I ain't mad, buddy. Just worried." Twi reassured calmly. Even though he was darting about the whole apartment looking for the damn keys-

Suddenly, Sky burst into whatever room Twi was in, phone in hand and a look of both shock and morbid entertainment on his face. For some reason, Cynthia Erivo's voice was coming out of his phone...?

"TWI. YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS-" Sky wheezed. He half stumbled over, thrusting his phone into Twi's hands.

It was a tiktok from their roommate's famous account. Of their roommate. Flying off... a fucking stage???

Or, more specifically, it was a video of whatever show War was currently rehearsing, taken from the audience. Everything going well, until one unfortunate performer misplaced their foot. Then War, as focused as he was on being fabulous (which he did very well, thank you), didn't notice. And proceeded to trip, try to readjust, then fly off the stage and crumple to the ground on his face.

The worst (best) part? The sound he'd used for the video was fucking. Defying Gravity.

"Guys? Are you watching Wicked without me??? I thought you loved me!" Apparently War had heard the sound through Twi's microphone, and was upset about it. His teary voice painted the vivid mental image of a wet cat.

"Nah, we wouldn't do that to you buddy. I was just showing Twi the video you posted earlier. We'll look up a slime tutorial for you later, okay?" Sky chirped, keeping his voice light.

"....I posted a video earlier?" War questioned, his voice faint and confused.

Distantly, a voice shouted, 'Hey, you need to keep pressure on that!' And then a quiet 'ow-'  from their friend.

Sky shot a 'wtf????' look at Twi, who responded by mouthing 'concussion'. Sky winced, understanding immediately. Painfully. He snatched up Twi's car keys from- wait, where DID he find them?- somewhere, and he grabbed ahold of Twi's arm to drag him to the door.

"We'll be there soon!" Twi called out, not bothering to wait for an answer before he hung up and snatched his keys from Sky.

The car ride was unremarkable, although tense. Sky spoke a few words, but mainly stared off into space while absentmindedly tapping on the glass of the window. Twi just focused on driving as quickly as he could while not breaking the law. Goddess knows a speeding ticket is not what he needs right now.

Upon arriving, the pair were greeted by someone they recognised as someone in many of the productions. She smiled and guided both of them to where the incident happened, chatting away nervously along the way. About the production, about how much she admired War and how they became friends through cat pictures, yada yada, until they arrived.

They found War laying on the floor with his feet propped up and an ice pack wrapped in a towel held to his head. At first, he didn't notice them, seemingly fascinated by the ceiling. It took Twi kneeling next to him and tapping his arm for War to finally blink away the fogginess in his eyes and look at him.

"Oh, hi. What're you doin' here?" War asked, eyes unfocused and pupils mismatched but too large for the bright lights.

"Uhhh, you called me. Asked us to pick you up." Twilight explained nervously, placing his hand over War's on the ice pack as he seemed to temporarily loosen his grip on it.

"Oh, huh... 's smart." War huffed, blinking and resuming the entertaining task of staring at the ceiling.

Sky joined them after he'd spoken to some people for a while to clarify what exactly happened. Yes, he did see the tiktok showing War tumbling off stage, but details!  Plus, he needed to know if War had taken any medicine and exactly what state he was in. Sky may be an expert on treating concussions, but he isn't magical!

A few words flew about before a conclusion was reached on exactly what to do. Twilight and a burly dancer guy helped to hoist War upright and drag him along with his arms over both of their shoulders. Sky trailed them, making sure that the ice pack didn't fall off even as War's head lolled to rest against Twi's shoulder. The dancer guy- who turned out to be War's partner for lifts- helped load the dazed twink into Twi's car and bade them a good night.

Sky joined War in the backseat, chosing to sit in the middle seat in case War needed his shoulder to lean on. Which ended up being needed, as not even halfway through the journey, War poked Sky. And poked him again. And again. Then well, War didn't object when Sky offered his shoulder to lay on.

When they arrived back at the apartment building, War was still a little too unsteady for just Twi to support him, and unfortunately Sky was too short. So guess what?

The pretty princess with a head injury wound up being tucked up in Twi's arms and gently carried inside bridal style. He giggled groggily and kicked his feet, playing into the 'damsel in distress' role. Sky couldn't help but roll his eyes, but still, he made sure to lock the car and open doors for them.

As soon as War was set down on his bed, a white fluffy blur zoomed across the room to jump on his chest. Tara circled around on her dad's body for a while before she nuzzled her face into his jaw and settled down. Though it felt like an impossible task, War dragged a heavy hand up to settle on her little body, prompting the good little kitty to start purring.

When Sky sat down beside War to pet his cat, Twi booted up the tv and looked around for a remote to bring up youtube. It took a while for War to realise Sky was there, but once he did, he made the most pathetic kicked puppy face and asked for him to come closer. Once he did, Wars used his influence as a certified soggy cat to flop himself over to lay in his friend's soft lap. He let out a content sigh.

"Alright War, what are you feeling?" Twi asked.

He'd set the tv brightness to low and somehow figured out how to set it to avoid eyestrain. In the youtube search bar, he'd typed in 'slime tutorial' and awaited input before typing in any musical names.

"Uhhhhgm... uh..." War pondered.

"Emotional support mean girls?" Sky suggested.

"YES." War agreed vehemently, his eyes lighting up. Tara lifted her little head with a curious 'mrrp?'.

Twi just laughed and typed it in. He looked back to the other two as he scrolled through the various results until he found one that had been watched many times before, which both Sky nodded enthusiastically at. So it was the one he selected. Though, before he joined his roommates on War's bed, Twi popped out for a few seconds to fill a bottle of water for War and grab snacks for everyone.

When he came back, he found War snuggled with his two cats, half laying in Sky's lap, and looking completely at peace. Sky appeared to be smoothing out War's hair, carefully detangling it with his fingers while avoiding the injury. Twi smiled softly, setting the drinks and snacks down on a bedside table before he climbed into the bed with his roommates. Though, before he did so, he shucked off his flannel jacket and laid it over War.

As it turns out, none of them made it through the full musical. War dropped off to sleep midway through and Sky's early sleep time made him shift around a bit so he was laying down with War resting on his chest before swiftly joining him in the realm of sleepiness. And well, Twi felt exhausted from all his worrying earlier, so when War tugged at him to lay down, who was he to resist?

(Sorry if I mischaracterised them, but I hope you liked this ! Please take care of yourself, remember to drink water, and keep breathing :] )

okay first of all im so sorry for answering this so late, i couldn't answer it from my phone because tumblr likes to bully me but i saw and read this like an hour or so after you sent it and it absolutely made my day oh my GOD. MY BLORBOS. ALKDHLHJDHKH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (insert image of little doodle guy screaming, I don't have my usual images because they're on my phone)

"Twilight Sparkle Poo" KILLED ME. there really is SO much to do with Twi's nickname

Also Twi calling him 'buddy' is so absolutely canon and real. He's one of the few people who can get away with calling him that without War getting mad

AND TWI IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZING CYNTHIA ERIVO'S VOICE. I haven't been able to post a lot of new ideas for my modern au since the start of the new year but there's a whole thing with War being OBSESSED with Wicked and Twilight has been dragged to see it sooooo so many times, and he and Sky can hear the movie just coming through the walls because War will watch it alone in his room now that he can own it. He's like, an honorary theater kid. War never got to do shows because he was always so busy but that man does love a good musical (ALSO HIM FLYING OFF THE STAGE IM DEAD.)

Twi not speeding is also so perfect, he does not speed ever he's so anxious about getting pulled over

"dazed twink" and "pretty princess with a head injury" ABSOLUTELY KILLED ME. I SCREAMED ABOUT IT TO SEVERAL PEOPLE BECAUSE THATS SO FUNNY ALDJDBKDJ

ALSO TARA!!! HIS BABY!!! War is some soggy wet creature and so are his cats, they all just pile on that bed and dissolve into the 8 billion blankets he has because he is always cold

EMOTIONAL SUPPORT MEAN GIRLS. ABSOLUTELY. He'd also love legally blonde

AUGHGHHGAHGAHUAGHHHHHHHHH SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU SHAKING YOU GIVING YOU A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD HUGGING YOU SPINNING YOU AROUND I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH thank you for writing me my special little guys :') tears in my eyes rn this was truly so wonderful to open up my inbox to

I hope you have a wonderful day friend :)

[bambi-kinos]

I really enjoy your meta and look forward to more mclennon analysis. Out of curiosity, you mentioned that you think they started being physical in 1964 - is there a reason why that year specifically? Personally, I've always thought they started sleeping together in 1963, and my reasoning for that is they seem much closer in videos/photos, not to mention it was the year they "broke through", so to speak.

Would love to hear your thoughts on that!

Hmm well I guess it depends on how they, and we, define their sex life. John and Paul were sexually intimate starting since they were teenagers because John brought Paul into the group wanks. (tbh it's a miracle Paul didn't brain John with something heavy thanks to all that Winston Churchilling.) There's really no telling how it progressed from there, anything is possible with these two. Until Paul tells us the details (and I do not put it past him) then he and John could have been hooking up at literally any point in their relationship. When I think of them getting physical with each other, I'm thinking of them getting each other off with intent and purpose, and considering the style of the time this would mean penetration. Everything else can be handwaved away.

I pick 1964 because of this post: https://www.tumblr.com/got-ticket-to-ride/739464905120497664/its-the-anniversary-day-of-john-and-paul-in-paris?source=share

It's just something about it, y'know. John and Paul are in their city. They stayed up all night and well into the morning and then slept deep into the afternoon, almost evening. And then as GTTR says, "And then they emerge from their hotel room looking like a newlywed couple."

Well, there's just a certain satisfaction radiating off them isn't there?

But I do see your point: why wouldn't they be hooking up earlier? Why wouldn't it escalate physically before this? Why would they wait until Paris 1964?

I have a few reasons, they are admittedly flimsy but since we are all just making shit up then it's fine, right?

Julian was born in 1963. I've read bits and pieces of Beatles 1963 by Rees and that book is full of little chunks about John running home to see Cynthia and the baby (usually not even for a full night/day because he was so busy.) Their schedule is also packed, they are constantly on the move especially during the night because this is where they had to start being smuggled out of theaters and such. So I genuinely think that John and Paul did not have the time or the space to have sex with each other. I know I am saying this when they had time to hook up with groupies between shows but considering who John and Paul are, and what they mean to one another, I just struggle to imagine them acting that way with one another. They would want to take their time with one another and get it right. They're hopeless romantics at heart, they're both deeply enamored with the idea of "you're special, you're different" so I genuinely think they would want to take their time with each other physically and do it right. I don't think they had that time in 1963 with the way they're running all over the UK.

Then there's the Absolute State of John and Paul's relationship in 1963. Remember that the halcyon days of Paris are way in the rearview mirror at this point. In 1962 Stuart died, Cynthia got pregnant, and John had to get married to save her reputation. I can't imagine Paul reacting well to any of this though I'm sure he put his cheery stoic mask on. Then in 1963, Julian is born. Barcelona happens and John seduces Brian to get the songwriting credit that he wanted and screws Paul out of their deal. Considering this is something Paul is still angry about to this day, I can't imagine how he blew his fucking top at John when he found out that May:

I don't think Paul was in the mood for any hooking up in 1963. John has a baby with a woman, is married, then he fucks off to have a gay experience with their manager and then when he comes back he's screwed Paul's side of the business on the downlow? I would be on the fucking six o' clock news lmao, John would not have escaped my wrath. It's really no wonder Paul made a specific point of hooking up with Jane Asher isn't it? He was making a point to John specifically and John seethed about it.

However I do think that something happened in 1963 that healed the rift in the Lennon-McCartney relationship:

Paul got sick from the gastric flu and he fainted dead away in the dressing room. John was very upset and was seen pacing the room when the doctor arrived to check on Paul. This is how we know that Paul actually fainted for real, if he was just feeling feverish John would be concerned but maybe not like that. @james-winston has a pair of really fantastic posts about the aftermath of the fainting incident that I have taken as gospel and I fully apply this to any McLennon analysis I write about this period. The key point though is this:

I have a headcanon that Paul being sick caused something to happen between John and Paul that left them both feeling awkward around each other. I don't think it is was sexual, I think it was more likely that John (who thought he was cursed to have all the men he loved die on him) was afraid something might happen to Paul, and reacted emotionally to it.

This all took place in November, after the Wooler thing, after the burn from Barcelona has had a chance to soften, after they both have had time to get used to the idea that Julian exists and has a place in their lives now. I think this was enough to mend things between them. And you know what else happened the night Paul fainted? Brian secured The Beatles their spot on Ed Sullivan:

So once Brian comes back and tells them the news, John and Paul flip right back into the honeymoon phase. The wounds of the past are forgotten (for now) and they're right back in each other's pockets. I think it's around this time period that Paul was taking photos that now make up Eye of the Storm.

TBH I can imagine John and Paul hooking up at this date. If someone looked at this and said "well this looks like a prelude to sweet love making to me" then that's perfectly reasonable. There's some suggestive photos in Eye of the Storm where Paul is taking John's picture from what looks to be a bathtub while John makes faces at him. It could have been then, absolutely.

But I like the idea that Paul wanted to wait until the next year. 1963 was rough on all of them and he and John are both big on getting new starts. Wait for 1964 to roll around. Brian says we're going to Paris in February. I can wait until then.

And just this once, it was worth it.

[princessnijireiki]

interestingly appalling point of "body positivity… or else!" is being in a fashion subreddit over the course of the Wicked press tour + the current awards season that has a zero tolerance policy on ANY body/weight/eating disorder commentary, even when it's people who are horrified that Ariana Grande VISIBLY looks very near death's door, so every fucking crooked eyebrow pastel pink post has its comments locked in under an hour

and I get that it's to avoid cyberbullying gossip culture type shit and the "bad old days" Joan Rivers, Wendy Williams vibes, but it is that bizarre catch 22 of are you still going to feel self righteous while the pro ana pro mia pro ozempy pro coke fiend pages idolize this, and are you going to feel self righteous when she dies? the relentless social mockery of Amy Winehouse and Whitney Houston did not save them, but neither did the people who sat by and watched them both wither away in silence until they ODed, so... what now?

like it's a combination bizarrely parasocial thing and wanting a space devoid of toxicity but continuing to cover the evidence of toxins without ever engaging with the meat of why these issues are bad, but with social media vs news or magazine coverage it's like, "oh, okay, so in one week you did this performance on repeat 152 times of being like we can make fun of this bitch's bad peroxide and brow lift, but pointing out the fact that we can all see her skeleton isn't allowed, Spongebob looking like a crackhead and Cynthia being a good 10-20lbs lighter than in previous projects is just something we're supposed to pretend not to notice."

[secular-czar]

So.. the difference between Kristin/Idina and whatever the fuck the other two are called is that Kristin and Idina’s friendship is genuine. Always has been, always will be. NOT forced, NOT a PR stunt. NOT fake. Cynthia and Ariana, on the other hand, are fake, and their so-called “friendship” is a clear marketing tactic to make people think they’re friends and whatnot. Fake friendship between two celebrities is nothing new in Hollywood. The devil works hard, but the Universal Studios marketing team works harder.

Chenzel fans being annoyed at Cynthiana will never not be funny to because like, yes, and?

I will reward fake dating/fake queerness stuff if its done so well there's 10 shared tattoos and hundreds of hours of footage of them leaning into it so hard your regular bigot takes notice. Don’t you see how much easier Kristin and Idina would have had if they were existing as friends and doing the musical together now, as opposed to in 2003, when they were constantly being asked about rivalries and only that? They were given the same treatment Cynthia and Ariana got at the start, the same you're giving them, and time was what proved the Chenzel friendship to be true and not a Broadway PR stunt. Can't we give Cynthia and Ariana time and space to prove if its real or not too?

Tbh I don't particularly care if it's true or not. I do care that things like this, being portrayed in a good light, are some of what makes being queer for younger people easier. I care that my godson gets to watch them and see a little of himself. I care that I personally know homophobes who watched them at the Oscars and said they're cute girlfriends without even a fetishizing(or demeaning) undertone to it.

There's still benefits to it for me even if its a PR stunt done out of the movie male lead being too gay for it to work with him.

Also, if this is acting? Catch me watching like its a tv show, some good old queerbaiting served hot a la Nickelodeon 2012. Delicious!

The same as I will eat up any and all Chenzel interactions, if you don't like, block the Cynthiana tag, it's that simple, dear.

[kinkyrafe]

Distraction

This work is 18+. MDNI!!

Summary:

Rafe, Topper and you are in an established poly relationship and you live together. One evening, Rafe and you need to distract Topper. The best way to do that is with s e x. And action.

Warnings: light dom/sub dynamics, pure smut basically with very, very little plot

@maybanksbabe Libra, this is for you. you wanted to be tagged. proceed with caution. this is nearly 6000 words of sex, completely un-betaed, hardly proofread... you have been warned.

Read on AO3.

All three of you have problems with your family: Ward Cameron is a fucking psycho, Cynthia Thornton is an authoritarian dictator and your parents are... well... you know best what your parents are.

Fact is that parents and family are a sensitive issue for all three of you which is why you don’t talk about it very often. It is also why all three of you revel in this sweet little safe space that is your relationship and why none of your parents are ever allowed to set one foot into the apartment that you share.

You are chilling on the couch, your legs draped over Topper, both of you scrolling through social media, showing each other posts and reels, while Rafe is working on his laptop at the kitchen table, smiling over to the two of you every now and then. 

"You should have finished work this morning when we both were at work, too," Topper teases him with a sly grin.

You raise your eyebrow at Topper, "Careful," you say amused, "You know he'll make you pay for comments like this once he's done."

Topper wiggles his eyebrows at you and you realize that this is what he’s hoping for - you should have known.

He opens his mouth to say something else, when the phone in his hand starts ringing. He looks at it and his expression darkens immediately at the sight of his mother's name on the screen. "Oh great," he mumbles and gets up.

"Don't answer it," you advise half-heartedly although you already know that it's in vain because Topper accepts every single call, especially if it's from either of his parents.

"Is it Cynthia?" Rafe asks from the kitchen table a couple of feet away. You nod silently. "Tell her I say hi!" He calls after Topper.

Topper just flips him off as he leaves to his room.

Cynthia does not approve of your relationship in the slightest and although it's been several years since Topper legally became an adult, his mother still tries to control every aspect of his life and uses every opportunity to let him know how little she thinks of his life choices. She doesn't like you but maybe she would accept you at some point if it wasn't for the fact that there is still is Rafe - and Rafe and Topper had a connection way before you and Topper did.

Rafe and you share a long, meaningful look before Rafe shrugs and goes back to his work. You look right through him, though; you see his worry how his shoulders are all tense now and how his eyebrows are drawn together. The atmosphere has shifted in the room. It was all cozy and relaxed before and one call of one of your parents just changed everything. Now it is heavy and tense. You hate it.

You pick on your nails and try not to listen to the muffled sounds coming out of Topper's room that sound a lot like Topper defending himself non-stop. After a while, everything is silent. You wait for Topper to come back out but he doesn't. A couple of minutes later Rafe notices it as well. He closes his laptop. "Do you think they are still talking?" He asks.

You shake your head. "He's been quiet for a while."

Rafe pushes the laptop away from himself and gets up. "I'll check on him."

That is when Topper's door opens and Topper comes back into the living room. He is clearly upset, his hair all tousled from constantly running his hands through it, his jawline tense and he is avoiding eye contact which is always the biggest sign for him.

Already standing in the middle of the room on his way to Topper's, Rafe reaches out for him and pulls him close with a soft "Hey there." Topper almost melts against him. Rafe kisses his head with so much love and you wish it would be enough to take away all of Topper's worries.

You lock eyes with Rafe again, silently asking him what to do. When it comes to Topper's emotions, it is usually best to follow Rafe's instincts. They have known each other since they were kids and their emotional connection was way stronger than yours and Topper's was when Topper first came into your relationship. This is something that is really hard to catch up on.

Rafe jerks his head very subtly and you immediately get up from the couch and approach them. "We're here for you," you mumble against Topper's shoulder, kissing it softly as you start stroking his back in comfort.

Topper takes a step back from the two of you and grabs Rafe’s belt. "What are you doing?" Rafe asks bewildered. He takes a step back himself when Topper opens his belt with trembling fingers. "Don't," he says when he grasps what Topper is up to.

"Let me -" Topper starts explaining but cuts off and tries to open Rafe's pants instead.

"Top, stop," Rafe insists, pushing Topper's hands away. "Stop it!" Topper doesn't stop though, taking a step closer to Rafe, trying to kiss him demandingly.

"Topper, he said no," you try to step in.

"Come on, you love it when I suck you off, so just let me-" He tries to palm Rafe's dick but Rafe takes another step back, shoving Topper's hands away, forcefully this time, and when this still isn't enough for Topper to try to get his hands on him, Rafe explodes.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He growls.

Topper finally looks at him, his eyes just as angry. "What is your problem? We fuck all the time, why not now?"

"Because you're upset," you say, stepping in between the two of them.

"Yeah, I know, thank you for reminding me," Topper snaps.

"Talk to us," you tell him.

Topper just looks at you angrily. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it." He turns around, too agitated to stand still. "You guys never understand!"

"Oh, we don’t understand what's it's like to have fucked up parents?" Rafe shouts, "We?" He motions between you and him. "Fuck off, Topper! Have you fucking met Ward?" Rafe turns to leave the room while Topper opens his mouth for whatever he wants to say next.

"Stop, both of you," you insist loudly. When both of them look at you, you continue, "Rafe, this is not what Topper meant, I'm pretty sure, he meant that we don't understand what he needs - and Topper, how the hell do you want us to understand if you don't talk to us?" Topper and Rafe stare at each other, clearly still frustrated over what has just happened. "Stop being idiots, both of you. We were all fine before Cynthia called so this is just because of her and I refuse to give her so much power over us that we are fighting because of her." You turn to Topper and see him swallow thickly. "Rafe wanted to comfort you, and even if you needed something else, you can't just use him as a distraction whenever you like - no matter if you blow him or not. You really should know that! You need to tell him or us what you want - if you don't want to talk, fine, if you want to have sex, perfect, but you need to fucking tell us."

Topper rakes his fingers through his hair again. "I know," he whispers, very vulnerable now, "Fuck, I'm sorry." He presses his hands against his eyes, trying to force down tears. He swallows again and takes his hands from his face, looking directly at Rafe now. "I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to make you feel good because she... yeah..." Because Cynthia probably did nothing else but bash Rafe the entire time. Topper doesn't say that though, he doesn't want to talk about it and that is fine as well. It is nothing new anyway. He swallows again. "I'm sorry for overstepping."

Rafe steps forward into Topper's space and wraps his arms around him. "It's okay," he mumbles into his hair and kisses him comfortingly. "Apology accepted."

You smile at the two of them. Those are your boys. You step closer again, gently rubbing both their backs for comfort. "I love you two so much," you whisper and before you know it you're in the middle of a triad hug and everything is fine again.

"So, what do you want to do now?" You ask when you all let go. "Are you done with work, Rafe?" Rafe nods. "Are you hungry?"

"Um..." Topper tries, looking a little embarrassed, and Rafe's and your attention is immediately on him. "I would love to have sex if the two of you are in?"

You look at Rafe who is definitely in by the way his pupils dilate instantly. You exchange a single glance and that's all you need to know. "We're so in," you say and let your hand run down Topper's chest suggestively. "You gotta tell us what you want though." Topper is not good at communicating and maybe this is one way to help him improve his communication skills.

"I..." he stutters, physically responding to your touch.

"Do you want to watch me and Rafe?" You ask teasingly because you are positive that whatever he has in mind, this is not it. Having to watch you is almost like a punishment for him. 

Realizing what you are up to, Rafe grins at you, amused.

Topper grimaces. "No," he shakes his head, looking at you, almost offended.

You take your hands off of him and get your hands under Rafe's shirt, letting your nails trail across his stomach in a way that instantly sends goosebumps all over his arms. You smirk at him, clearly enjoying yourself, before you look back at Topper. "I don't know what you want if you don't tell us, Christopher," you tease him.

You realize your mistake almost before the name leaves your mouth.

Rafe tenses beneath your fingers and Topper's expression hardens again. "Don't call me that."

It really is stupid of you to call him by the name only his mother calls him right when he is upset about her. "Sorry, I didn't think," you apologize immediately and for a second you think that you ruined everything and Topper will retrieve back into his head, but then Topper takes a deep breath and looks straight at you. 

"I want you two to use me to get yourselves off," he says matter-of-factly and you think that this is the first time you actually hear him say these words in the two years you've been together now. He swallows before he continues to clarify, "And I want one of you to fuck me, I don't care who. You can decide. Just... distract me. I don’t know, I'm gonna go shower." With that, he turns on his heels and leaves the living room. You both look after him, both visibly impressed.

"Fuck that was hot," Rafe hisses next to you, "You have to make him say it out loud more often." You nod.

"How do you think we should do this?" You ask him as the two of you walk over to your bedroom, "Anything in mind? Anything you want to do?"

Rafe shrugs.

"I have an idea but that would be more your kinks than his," you say, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He looks at you, all ears. "Tell me?"

You look straight into his eyes, curious about his reaction. "I thought about bending him over the kitchen table, spanking him until he barely can hold himself up anymore, and then fucking him." His reaction doesn’t disappoint. 

Rafe just stares at you for a second, mouth open, unable to swallow. You were so right, this is rather for him than it is for Topper. He palms his cock and adjusts his pants. "I'm so hard right now." Anything that involves impact play is usually more up Rafe's ally than anyone else's. He loves pain - Topper and you not so much.

"Aw," you tease him, giddy about how easy it is to rile up both of your boys. "Told you it was more for you than for him."

"You're making me sub way more than I want to," Rafe complains.

You start laughing, holding your hands up in defense. "I'm not making you do anything, Rafe. This is a free country."

"Mh," He pouts, grabs you around the waist and pulls you closer. Quietly, as if it pains him to say it out loud, he says, "Do that to me next time it's only the two of us?" He tips his forehead against yours and breathes in your scent.

You smile up at him, invading his space, kissing him affectionately on the lips. "Sure - although I think we could find a way to include Top."

Rafe pouts again, for real this time. "Please don't let him do the spanking, he's too soft."

You can't help but laugh. "Alright, I won’t. But right now we need an idea for him. What do you think is best to distract him from that evil witch?"

"Let's keep it simple," Rafe says with a shrug, "Top on his back, you sit on his face and I'll fuck him - and then we switch, you ride him or you use a strap-on, I don’t know, and I’ll have him blow me." Simple. Huh.

Now it is your turn to stare at him, your mouth dry, making it difficult to swallow. That sounds fantastic.

"Alright, then," you say as cool as humanly possible while you watch Rafe take his shirt off. "Do you want to lead today?" And he looks at you with wide eyes because your offer is a big deal to him.

With a shake of the head, he declines. "Nah, let's take him like we're used to." What you are used to is you as a domme, Rafe as a switch and Topper as a sub.

"You sure?" You ask.

He comes closer, cups your face with one hand and kisses you softly. "One hundred percent."

"What is one hundred percent?" Topper's voice comes from the bedroom door. His hair is wet now, styled half-heartedly to the side and he only put his trunks back on.

Rafe reaches out to him and coaxes him forward, "That we're gonna distract you ," he says softly as Topper steps closer. Rafe wraps one arm around him, pulling him close, and presses a soft kiss to Topper's forehead.

"Are you sure you want sex?" You ask carefully, just to make sure. "We could also do something else? Whatever you want."

Topper just shakes his head and looks up, eyes bright now with anticipation. "No, please, I really want to." So that's settled then.

"Alright then," Rafe says, a smirk forming on his lips. He looks at you expectantly and that is your cue.

"How about, you undress Rafe now that he really is in the mood for it?" You ask Topper, kissing his shoulder. Topper goes red immediately, clearly embarrassed by how he behaved earlier. You take off all of your clothes except for your panties while Topper undoes Rafe's belt and pulls down his pants and his underwear at the same time.

You order Rafe to sit on the bed, propped up against the headboard while you let your hands travel all over Topper's body. You kiss the nape of his neck, letting your teeth nibble over the skin there. It makes him gasp immediately. "Go and make Rafe feel good, get him hard," you whisper into Topper's ear demandingly and Topper obeys promptly. You follow him onto the bed and begin to kiss down his back as he begins to kiss Rafe's torso. He smells good, a mixture of freshly showered skin, his body wash and his personal smell that you fell in love with a long time ago.

You kiss down his back until you reach his tailbone. You give the skin there a lot of extra love, his tailbone being a not so secret sweet spot of his. At the same time, you pull down his trunks and guide him out of them. He is hard already.

You hear Rafe hiss as Topper takes him into his mouth for the first time tonight. "That's nice," you tell him, your eyes fixed on the expression of pleasure in Rafe's face, as you put lube on your fingers, "Get Rafe hard so that he can fuck you later." Topper moans at your words which in turn makes Rafe moan because of the vibrations around his cock. You love all of this so much. Everything is more fun when it is the three of you.

You watch mesmerized as your first finger enters Topper without a warning. It is so hot, you will never get used to this sight. Topper moans and immediately clenches around your finger, pulling his mouth off of Rafe with a gasp. "Feels good," he murmurs.

You smack him hard on his left buttock. He groans and rocks his hips backwards. "I didn't say you could stop sucking Rafe, did I?" You ask.

"No," he answers, "Sorry." And with that he swallows Rafe down again, almost making Rafe come on the spot.

"Jeez," Rafe swears, "You really mean it tonight." He brushes the still damp hair out of Topper's face and watches him fondly as Topper puts everything he has into this blow job.

"Keep his head right there," you tell Rafe as you start moving your finger. You twist and twirl it until you can feel Topper's knees shaking a little bit and the moans and gasps that come out despite the presence of Rafe's cock in his mouth are nothing but beautiful. You work in a second finger and continue stretching him.

Topper always stretches easily, his hole being used to it. It doesn't take long until three of your fingers fit easily and he is worked up enough.

You move forward on the bed and replace Rafe's hands on Topper's head with yours. "Look at you," you say softly to Topper, "Making Rafe hot all over. Making him sweat. Making him feel good. Like the good sub that you are." Topper moans at your praise and continues to work his mouth and hand over Rafe. You look up at Rafe shortly to see how worked up he is already. He could probably come right then and there if he didn't hold it together. Topper sure knows what your boyfriend likes.

You decide to make it a little harder for the two of them. "Fuck him, Rafe," you command and hold Topper's head steady so that Rafe could thrust his hips upwards. "Keep that mouth wide open, Top. If it gets too much, tab my hand." Rafe watches his dick slide in and out of Topper's mouth with each slow thrust of his hips, eyes wide with arousal.

"That is so hot," Rafe pants out.

"Someone wanted to get used, didn't he?" You ask seductively, "So, let's use him." And you continue to hold Topper steady, watching Rafe buck up his hips, listening to Topper gag every now and then. So hot.

Rafe stops thrusting upwards when he is close. Not wanting to come just yet, he stills his hips, panting heavily and gets up onto his knees. "Lay back," he tells Topper and gives him a little push.

With one swift motion, he has Topper flash on his back and Topper's legs up in the air, propped up against his shoulder. Topper can't do much but gasp, completely out of breath.

"No break for that filthy mouth of yours," you tell him as you lean over his face and kiss him seductively, holding his chin tight to assert control.

He moans obscenely when Rafe pushes three fingers into him. You watch mesmerized as they sink deeper into Topper. The muscles of Rafe's arm twitch which means that he must be working those fingers inside Topper's ass. "My fingers are different from Y/N's, hm?" He teases Topper and you almost get jealous as you suddenly crave having these fingers and their skills inside you.

Rafe then pulls a condom over with dick, lubes it up and pushes the tip of his dick inside Topper.

Topper groans and wiggles a little in discomfort but between the two of you, you manage to keep him still. You continue to kiss him and swallow most of the noises that would otherwise leave his mouth.

"You feel so good," Rafe praises him and continues to push in further.

"Do you hear that?" You whisper against Topper's lips, "You're making Rafe feel good."

"Yeah," Topper replies needily and tilts his hips so that Rafe can enter him more easily. He gasps against your lips when Rafe hits a certain spot deep inside of him.

"Such a good boy," you whisper softly before you continue to kiss him relentlessly, giving him as little time to breathe as possible.

Once Rafe is inside Topper entirely, he waits, giving Topper some time to adjust, breathing deeply as he has trouble keeping his hips still. You stop kissing Topper and straddle his chest, facing Rafe. "Tell Rafe how he is making you feel, Topper," you order, remembering how hot Rafe thought it was when Topper outright told you what he wanted from you tonight.

"So good," Topper pants, "I'm so full."

You reach out and touch Rafe's chest, letting your fingers brush over his torso, down his stomach, all the way to his crotch and back up again. You watch his muscles flex underneath your fingers. "Do you enjoy being full?" You ask and brush your fingers across Topper's cock while watching Rafe's face where his arousal is so openly on display.

"Yeah," Topper whispers as Rafe's fingers replace yours on his dick and Rafe starts to stroke him up and down the lengths of it.

"Do you like being touched like this?" You continue to ask and signal Rafe to start moving.

"Yes," Topper whimpers, "I do, it's the best thing in the world."

You grin at Rafe. "The best thing in the world?" You ask, your tone mocking now.

"Yes," Topper gasps as Rafe's hips pick up speed. "By far."

"Ah, Top," Rafe groans. He is slamming his hips into Topper but you know that it is Topper's words that arouse him so much.

"You enjoy hearing that?" You ask Rafe as you move backwards a little so that Topper can eat you out. He knows exactly what you want from him, bringing his hands to your thighs, his mouth immediately getting to work as soon as your vulva is close enough.

"Yeah," Rafe grunts, "So much."

You smile at him, a loving expression on your face as you bend over to kiss him. 

It is a mixture of moans and gasps in your bedroom for a little while and you just love it. It is so incredibly intimate. Taking the whole scene in, almost makes you come just like that. Topper's tongue is doing the rest. You are so riled up already. 

Rafe is incredibly close ever since he first started fucking Topper's mouth, he is panting against your lips, barely able to respond to your kisses. You make it more difficult for him by using one hand to hold his face close and the other to let your nails trail all over his body, leaving scratch marks behind. 

And Topper is getting fucked just like he likes it best, Rafe steadily fucking into him with hard, deep thrusts, his fist stroking Topper's dick, the rhythm of his fist mirroring that of his hips. He is eating you out well, but he is lucky that the frequent breaks, he has to take in between licking you, only add to your arousal.

“May I come?” Topper asks completely out of breath.

“You can come whenever you want,” you say and scratch his hard nipples with your nails. “But Rafe will keep fucking you until he comes himself, keep that in mind!”

Topper groans and you know that he wants to fight it, keep it in a little longer, but Rafe is playing dirty, pushing all his buttons, so Topper comes not even a minute after asking for permission. His whole body spasms with the force of his orgasm.

You give him a little break from eating you out until he regains control over himself to some extent, but then you decide to take matters into your own hands. You lift your hips higher up so that you can actually see Topper’s face. "Tongue out," you order and reach around to grab his hair, holding him steady as you first slide your pussy over his tongue, back and forth, and then push down onto his tongue, making it enter you as deep as it goes. "So good," you praise him as he gasps for breath. "So, so good." You do the same thing again, sliding your pussy back and forth in a rhythm that feels good, from your clit all the way to the entrance of your vagina. Your hand is tangled into his hair, keeping him there so that you can literally use him just as you wish until your orgasm washes over you.

“Oh thank god,” you hear Rafe whisper and you open your eyes to see him thrust into Topper a couple more times before he comes himself. 

When he comes down from his orgasm, you all collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily. You take a cloth from your nightstand and hand it to Rafe who cleans Topper and himself a little bit. When he is done, Topper snuggles up against Rafe’s chest almost immediately and Rafe lets him, closing his arms around him. 

You scooch a little closer, your fingers tracing patterns on Toppers back and Rafe’s arms.

“Did you wait until I came?” You ask Rafe. He looks at you over Topper’ head. 

“Yeah, I wanted you to come first,” he replies, his voice soft and low, fully sated. 

“That’s hot,” you say, voice impressed. "How are you?" You ask Topper, patting his shoulder so that he knows you’re addressing him. 

"Good," he whispers against Rafe’s chest, "Better, definitely."

You smile up at Rafe.

The three of you lie there for a little while, enjoying each other’s company, cuddling silently, until Rafe asks, "Ready for round two?"

Topper looks at him in surprise. "We wanted to hit the gym tomorrow morning."

“Yeah, but we’re not done with you quite yet,” you tell him and push his shoulder down so that he is lying on his back once more. 

"I'll reward you for every extra rep," Rafe wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

That sentence goes immediately to Topper's dick. "Alright, I'm in," he says.

A minute later, Topper finds himself on his back again, with you on top of him this time, riding his dick, while Rafe holds him down.

"I want to come twice before you are allowed to come again," you tell Topper as you fuck yourself on his dick. 

Topper groans, unsure of whether that is realistic, as he could probably come again already.

"Oh, is it too much?" You ask viciously and let your hands trail down his torso, "I could always ignore your dick," you let him slip out and sit down on one of his thighs, "and use one of your thighs instead." You begin to rub your pussy over his thigh, stimulating your clit. 

"No," Topper whines, "Please, I'll be good." 

You slide over his thigh faster. "You sure you can take it?" Your words are addressed at Topper but your gaze is fixed on Rafe who watches you in awe.

"Yes, I'm sure, I promise," Topper nearly shouts in his desperation.

"You better hold that promise," you say and let yourself sink down on his cock again. 

You reach behind, steadying yourself on his thighs as you begin to thoroughly ride him. He feels so good in you and the position hits just the right spots. You shamelessly rub your finger over your clit, stimulating as many nerves as possible, until you explode with an orgasm so intense, it takes you a while to come back to your senses.

When you open your eyes again, you look into two heavily aroused faces. 

You take in one last breath before you bend forwards. "That was the first one," you tell Topper. "It's not gonna get any easier from here. You love some good cockwarming, don’t you?" You tease and Topper's eyes get glassy with tears. 

That doesn’t stop you or makes you go any easier on him. Topper knows his safe words, he will use them if it ever gets too much. 

"You wanted to get used," you say, "Now this is us using you."

You remain sitting on his rock hard cock and tell Rafe to fuck his mouth again.

You are bent forward slightly to be able to hold Topper's face steady and watch for any clues of discomfort. You do it so often that each of you is used to it on the receiving end and practiced and careful at the giving end but you still like to make sure everyone is safe, especially in Topper's position right now, lying on his back with you on top of him. 

Plus, you love watching a throat bulge from a dick.

Rafe comes down Topper's throat raw and dirty and Topper swallows it so eagerly you almost feel bad for letting him wait until you come another time. Unfortunately for him, you never back down on what you say though.

You watch Rafe kissing Topper, probably tasting himself on Topper's tongue. You know how much he loves this.

"You did so well," you hear Rafe whisper praise against Topper's lips and Topper can't do anything but weakly smile at him, completely out of breath.

You brush over Topper's nipples to get his attention. He nearly flinches at the touch.

"Almost done," you say with a smirk. You decide against riding him again as he would probably not be able to make it until you reach another orgasm. 

Instead you lift yourself up a little and turn around so that you are sitting on Topper's lap with your back towards his face. When he slides in you again, he gasps for air so much that you know you made the right decision. Hopefully he will make it until you come again because he's so exhausted already that you really don’t want to punish him on top of that. Would it be fun anyway? Sure. 

You remain sitting on his lap and you spread your legs wide, his cock deep inside of you, as hard as ever.

"Come here," you say to Rafe. You're in desperate need to watch these fingers again. "Make me come," you tell Rafe and he doesn't have to be told twice, massaging your clit in a way that could make you squirt if you wanted. 

You watch his fingers the entire time, and you know by Rafe's smirk that he sees right through you. "My eyes are up here, gorgeous," he whispers and tilts your face up towards his to kiss you. 

"I know," you reply and kiss him back, "Not what I want to look at though." 

Rafe leans closer, probably to force you to look at him so he can watch your face while you come but you take the opportunity to work your mouth over his body. You mouth along his chest, lick his nipples which still overstimulates him a little since his last orgasm was a few minutes ago - but he loves it, so he lets you. Feeling encouraged, you use your teeth and nibble and bite at everything that comes in your way. 

It is when Rafe takes his own mouth to your neck, doing the same, that it is over for you. You come hard, breathing against Rafe’s neck, moaning shamelessly into his ear.

You give Rafe a soft thank you kiss before you finally turn your attention back to Topper for the last time today.

You order him to draw his legs up and hook your arms over them to manage to keep them as still as possible. 

"Finger him," you tell Rafe next and Topper's immediate loud whine is the prettiest noise you get to hear all night.  Once again you watch in awe as Rafe's fingers disappear inside Topper, making Topper pant and shout and tremble.

You kiss Rafe passionately as you grind your hips against Topper's dick and Rafe fingers him like there is no tomorrow. 

It doesn't take long before a hoarse voice behind you croaks, "May I come?"

He may. 

You stop grinding your hips, but simply clench around him while Rafe keeps fingering him and he comes with a cry. 

His cock twitches inside of you and you keep working him, massaging his balls, until he's all soft and sensitive and spent.

You remove Topper's condom for him, the poor guy absolutely boneless. 

The three of you lie intertwined in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, your breaths gradually returning to a tranquil rhythm. 

You rest your head on Topper's chest, while Rafe nestled against you from behind.

Fingers gently trace patterns on bare skin, expressing affection that words alone can not convey. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a bond that goes far beyond physical intimacy.

Topper is the one to softly break the silence, his voice filled with appreciation, "That was incredible, thank you."

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I'm glad we've made you feel good."

"That is an understatement," Topper sighs happily.

Rafe kisses the top of your head and says, "I guess he would feel even better after round three."

You start laughing when Topper's head shoots up, looking at him incredulously. Rafe grants him a sly smile.

"Chill, Top," you laugh and pat his sides, "Rafe couldn’t go for another round right now."

Rafe protests immediately although he knows best you are right. He just loves to tease Topper.

"Be nice," you say and pinch his nipple for his trouble, "Or I'll make you go another round."

Rafe fake pouts. "Always so strict."

"Someone has to keep you in line and god knows that someone surely isn’t me," Topper mumbles and pulls you close. You chuckle at his words and drape one leg over his body.

"What are you doing?" Rafe asks, sitting up now two feet away from the two of you, "Cuddling without me?"

"You were being mean," Topper says playfully, "So, no more cuddles for you."

Rafe just scoffs and lays down on Topper's other side, nestling up against him, an arm thrown over the two of you. "I love you two so much," he mumbles against Topper's neck but you hear him just as well. 

"I love you two so much," Topper answers before you can say anything, pulling both of you closer now. "I would lose my mind without you."

"We're so good together," you say against his chest. 

[cosmicourple]

*manifests into existence graphically & gruesomely* *walks over to mic* Pokémon A.U ideas I’ve had buzzing around in my brain for a bit (that I will also explain rlly poorly) haha cough dies:

-Sycamore & Diantha are funni siblings, Xerneas is their smooshy grandmother, real world mythology (specifically Norse) exists, Yveltal does not like Lysandre or his ancestors (…also Fae & similar forces exist & are hungry :))

-Rainbow Rocket keeps getting its arse beat by (some not so anymore) trauma fuelled children, Sycamore, R.S.E! Maxie & Colress are friends (and really should not of been God Save Us), the Ultrabeasts share one braincell (and Guzzlord ate it)

-the world is an unknowable horror filled with nothing but pain and suffering, forcing those who dare to think themselves above it and the power it holds to choke on their hearts, their voices, their thoughts, until all they can perceive is that nothing is for them and all shall be as it is, cursed and shattered because of arrogance and ignorance, tortured and twisted, swallowed up by the light and the fire that should not of been.. And oh how You should of Known, oh how You all should of Thought better than That and now you are Here and there will be no escape from The Voið øF Wħő Ý ò ų ÆŘß —- (AKA Cyrus calls an ambulance, the others eat shit, Lysandre gets scammed by love & Xerneas is a amazing mum AND baker 🥰)

-live family reunion

-“how to care for your now deceased lover’s (Xerneas.net) children and also teach them how to control their powers because they are the heirs of Nature plus how do you teach creatures with Natures Abilities how to control them when you yourself are technically Death incarnate (Yveltal.net)” (AKA Yveltal get’s reading glasses, Zygarde is very happy to be an uncle (figure only. -Yveltal) & Augustine n Diantha luv their dad :3)

-there are three (read many) different variants of Sirens, Maxie & Maxie won’t stop arguing, the Pirate Life was (not) for Lysandre, only in Ancient Greecetm

-three very important rule:

Be very careful what you wish for,,,

Don’t finger fuck reality.

Never ever let a group of villain’s children play a metaphorical-game-of-Russian-Roulette-as-a-represention-of-their-descent-into-and-inability-to-escape-the-life-their-arsehole-parents-somewhat-accidentally-pushed-them-into-and-then-building-off-of-it-to-create-something-objectively-more-dangerous.

-Augustine go’s to Hoenn for rocks, accidentally gains two husbands, freaks out to Diantha on the phone Malva chuckles as she watches from her comfortable spot on Dian’s’ bed. Her girlfriend makes such funny expressions when exasperated >03

-typical fantasy adventure turned sideways then promptly trampled. Augustine HATES the ‘damsel in distress’ trope, Lysandre just wanted to court normally, Cyrus is forced to third wheel everyone & Diantha is all here for the chaos 👍

-“Cynthia! This is suppose to be a celebration! Where is everyone?????” “Alder is in a coma, Sycamore is being held captive by Legendaries or something, Rainbow Rocket has gone cuckoo & Kanto (& soon the rest of the Southeast Continent) is basically fucked.” “😨” “anymore questions smartass?”

-the Ultrabeasts adopt Lillie + evolved, kinda not human anymore Lillie

-Eggman’s announcement but it’s Arceus (+ Cyrus w/ the Space Police (Ultra Recon Squad or whatever their called)

haha I’m gonna blow up one day :DDDDD

[nerdyvocals]

Quotes from me showing my dear, dear friend @look-at-those-niceass-rocks Rise of the Pink Ladies, in no particular order (And posted with permission):

(in response to Buddy attempting to ask Jane out in episode 1): "Oh I love him, he's a himbo!"

And by the end of the episode: "His face is just so very punchable"

Both of us just exclaiming how gay we are every five seconds

Me: Just fyi, I have a list of characters and actors that I, knowing you as a person, assume you're going to thirst over

Them: That is rude and also fair

(My predictions were all correct)

(Especially about Richie and Lydia)

(And Olivia and Potato)

(But we are both guilty of that, we have the Same Taste)

Jane: Your future is not more important than mine

Them: GET HIS ASS

Mr. Vaugh: *Enters screen*

Them: *Demon cackling*

Me (about Oliva and Jane): So they're in love.

Them: Obviously

I like the mean lesbian, she makes me feel shame.

(they said something else following this but I was too busy choking on my drink to hear it)

(About Hazel): I would do anything for her, thanks

(Both of us occasionally promising to both kill and/or die for any of these children)

(About Lydia): I love her so much. I want to take her stupid hat from her head so she has to be mean to me to get it back.

(Both of us, any time Cynthia and Lydia exist in the same space): They're in love

(referring to the Thesbians): are they the ones you wrote fic about?

Me: .............maybe

Them: That tracks

Nancy and Cynthia: *drinking mezcal*

Them: Oh so I need them to kiss

Me: Nancy and Cynthia???

Them: I said what I said

(Directed at Jane and Richie): Girl if you don't kiss him-YES!!!

(When Buddy falls off the counter): hehehe get FUCKED

Honestly their general opinion of Buddy can be summed up with: He's literally just a guy. Hit him with your car.

If you enjoyed these, you can find the next part here!

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 334: A Saturday at Melissa's, p9 (7pm, Cici)

No, Cynthia Carlisle was not invited to their little pool party. No, Cynthia was not drinking wine, ordering take out, or watching movies with friends. No, Cici was not in the place she’d want to be most, cuddled up with him on the couch, buried under blankets trying to keep him warm after an evening swim like the rest of them were doing, right at this moment.

What was Cynthia Carlisle doing? Swiping through all their stupid social media and getting mad. Very, very mad. 

And eating. 

She’d had her simp, AJ, if that was still his name, bring her food. He’d just brought it to her, along with one other man, one of his worker friends. As she sat there eating they stood dumbfounded by her as she wore only her new red Polish “superbra” and matching panties.The lingerie had grown with her over the past weeks which was good; if she was naked these turds would likely not be able to breathe. AJ in particular was especially enamored of her size, she knew. She’d long since crested six feet, was nearly halfway there to seven, and had started calling him just ‘you’ or ‘boy’ or, when she was feeling generously tolerant, ‘puppy’. He seemed to like that, the dehumanization seemed to haha actually turn him on and make him even more submissive. The others did too, the crowd of underling toadies that spent their days constructing all this for the women, like little worker ants for their fucking queen. No one would really know it by just looking at them, but their minds had been turned nearly all to mush by the all-but-constant exposure to the artificial perfumes that were being pumped through this place. It was the same chemical that Cynthia wished she could just bathe in, because it was obviously making her bigger. 

Bigger and stronger, tits huge. Hungry. 

“More bread. I want more bread,” she growled, having eaten three rolls already. She looked at AJ as he scrambled to try to appease her, awkwardly searching the paper takeout bag in a half-panic.The other toadie just stood there, hands crossed in front of himself in nervous supplication. “C’mon, you. You worthless…thing.” 

The toadie heard her chuckle when he shivered, his heart fluttering. He and AJ had set up a spread here in her makeshift dining area in the basement, food that they’d ordered for her from the place she liked. It was a lot and sometimes she’d let them have some. A Saturday night, he thought, and this was now how he spent them, in servitude to a hulking woman that seemed bigger every time he turned around. She was bigger, she was stronger, and despite the fact that he could somehow sense she was turning into a monster he couldn’t do anything but obey every word she said. Nor could AJ.

“More bread, fucker,” she spat. 

“b-be right back,” AJ spoke, backing out of the room, leaving the toadie with her.

Where was he?!? She seethed, silently to herself and barely noticing AJ’s exit as she tore a chunk off the bone of what was some sort of pork. She sat at a fold-up table, the flimsy chair beneath her feeling ready to break under her weight. He wasn’t here last night, he’s not here tonight. I had plans!!! Working at the office during the weekdays had not been enough. She’d grown, of course, under the influence of whatever it was coming from Melissa, whatever it was that they now poured through the vents here. But it wasn’t enough. She’d begun to sleep here, hidden away with her simps’ help in the basements and sub-floors away from the construction. She’d made sure they pumped it in heavy, into the dark spaces where she stayed, and ignored the calls from her aunt. She was not going home anytime soon. Weekends, now, too, she stayed all day underground sucking it in, breathing it, and eating. Alone, with her simps at times, practicing.

But last night, Friday night, she hadn’t wanted to be alone. She knew he stayed upstairs, above the office, in the little apartment his skinny-ass wife supplied for him. He was dating her now, yes, but Cynthia could show him…show him how good a girlfriend she could be. A big girl could do it for him, and she could get so big. She wanted to call him down, to her underground caverns, and show him. But he wasn’t here. Last night, and now tonight either. GAH! IT MADE HER SO MAD!! 

They were all eating together, the bunch of them, at her place. Sushi. Cynthia hadn’t been invited of course, and she was watching it in full FOMO mode on social media. They hadn’t asked her, they never asked her. She was too ‘other’. There was something wrong with her. It made her growl sometimes but she knew it. She’d have to wait to bring him to her, another night. It just, she figured, gave her time to get even fucking bigger, bigger than them all and then he’d see and rrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhh.

Cynthia put down her pork chop and looked at the toadie. It was just the two of them, now, alone in this damp basement room. He looked cold; she was never cold anymore. But he, this simpering boy dog thing was just like the rest of the men here; they were all just workers, like ants in a hive, mindless. Squashing one or two wouldn’t make a difference, right?

She felt her mouth start to curl into something like a smile as she leaned forward over the table. She watched his eyes go down, drift to trace the veins which ran in a pattern all over her hulking breasts, leading down into a cleavage deeper and darker than her cave. She knew where their minds went, once she had them looking at her breasts. They got dumb. Well, dumber even than usual.

“So, you like me?” she asked, watching the toadie’s jaw drop open to a gape as she gently pressed her breasts together between her arms. “What’s your name?” she asked, indulging the thing with what he would think would be actual interest. She watched him, swaying there on his feet for a few moments, saying nothing

"Can't you speak? Did no one ever teach you?" she continued, slowly squeezing, then releasing the pressure on her breasts, making them swell out and then in, out and then in in a pulsing, undulating rhythm. She knew they loved that, that they found that hypnotic. "Or is that just the effect I have on you?"

“Muh…Mason,” he said, finally answering her question.

First name, last name? Or is that just his job here? she thought, Not that it matters.

"I.. I.." the toadie stammered helplessly, suddenly feeling bold enough to address her again.

“What is it?” she asked, eyes narrowing, studying him. If she squinted enough, here without her glasses, she could almost pretend this was him, Dr J.

"No.. Wha.. I..." He was obviously confused, standing there in the semi-dark with this blond Amazon swimming in the weapons-grade pheromones being pumped into the room.

"Oh, you poor creature,” she chuckled, hearing her voice deepen. She’d decided, finally, that she’d indulge herself with some fun and felt her thighs quiver. If he wasn’t here at least she could make herself feel better with one of them. “You can't even talk, can you?” she asked, “Why don’t you come here, closer…” Suddenly, then, she pushed aside the table, laden with her dinner as it was, Its metal feet scraping against the concrete floor. “...let me kiss you better."

She loved - or, she’d grown to love - the feeling she got when they began to shake like this. When their little feet began to move all by themselves, when they were drawn to her like a moth to a big huge fucking moth-magnet. She sat there, on the little folding chair that she knew she could bend into a crumpled little ball of metal tubes if she wanted. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t Doctor, but this was something she could do to kill the time. Maybe it would make her feel better.

He came to stand in front of her, now, where she sat. If she stood, she would tower over him. But as it was she was looking up at him. That would just not do. Without a word Cynthia lazily placed an arm on each of the man's shoulders, and then she pressed down gently. A look of surprise - or maybe some deep survival instinct rallying from the depths - came over his otherwise slackened face. It was followed by one of shock as she pushed down, forcing him to bend in his knees. He tried to push against her with his legs, but found her strength utterly irresistible. With both his hands, he grabbed her wrists, trying to remove her hands from him, but all his efforts proved totally ineffective. Her female arms did not move at all, except to force him down further. She stopped pushing when his face was level with hers, he in a crouch. Tilting her head slightly, she leant towards him, her lips puckering in preparation of meeting his.

The man turned his head away from hers, this time for sure on instinct. "I thought you liked me." Cynthia cooed in mock disappointment. She removed her left hand from his right shoulder, easily shaking off his grip from her wrist. She was delighted to see that she could hold him in place with just one hand on his other shoulder as effortlessly as she had done it with two. With her free hand, she gently cupped his chin, turning his face back towards her. She could see his neck muscles bulging as he tried to fight against her, but his struggles once again proved futile. It gave Cynthia a tremendous thrill to see a full-grown man utterly unable to fight against her vastly superior strength. She had been experimenting, in her time alone down here, with what she could do. It was fucking incredible.

Cynthia leaned towards the quivering man and, still holding his chin, pulled his face to hers. Then she parted her lips slightly and planted them on his. Until just a month or so ago she hadn’t kissed many boys at all. Now, she’d kissed a bunch. Despite the pleasure he felt, with her big pillowy lips on his, she felt him place both his hands on her shoulders, desperate to push her away, grunting with the effort. The blonde-haired young woman remained completely immobile aside from now opening her lips a little further, pressing them against his face, forming a seal around his mouth. With the man still struggling without effect, Cynthia began to inhale slowly and deeply.

His eyes bulged wide in astonishment and his efforts to force her away from him became desperate. Cynthia continued to breathe in, her mouth locked on his. The look in his eyes became panicky and the color began draining from his face. Quickly, his struggles grew weaker. She kept on drawing air into her lungs. His eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of his head. His complexion was now a bluish white, and his arms hung redundantly by his sides. Cynthia heard a muffled squelching sound and tasted blood in her mouth. Instantly, the man's eyes became dull.

She stopped inhaling, taking her lips off of his and bringing the kiss to an end before removing her hands from her victim. His body seemed to fold up on itself as it became a heap on the floor. Cynthia looked down at him, where he lay crumpled at her feet, and smiled as she used a single finger to wipe at the corner of her lips. It surprised her that she had enjoyed the taste of his blood as much as she had enjoyed sucking the life out of his male body. What a feeling - to have collapsed a man's lungs just by kissing him! "So this is how it feels to be a goddess," she mused to herself, to the empty room.

Now where was that other one, the bald one, with her bread?

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[ede917]

Not gonna lie, I feel kinda dirty making this post but fuck it. What's tumblr for if not sharing our dirty thoughts? So here is a list of the (in my opinion) hottest (adult) female characters from every Pokémon region in order of generation.

Kanto - Lorelei

Red hair and glasses . . . I'm starting to think I might be a bit of a narcissist. Either way, between that and custom business attire, not to mention the cool (ha) yet kind demeanor and this ice queen is definitely at the top of the Kanto charts.

Johto - Karen

She uses my favorite type and gives fantastic advice for non competitive players, our second elite 4 entry with the unfortunate name stands tall over the rest of her region.

Hoenn - Shelly (gen 3)

Okay, even if I'm not narcissistic I at least have a thing for red heads. Probably why I picked Shelly's original design over her design in gen 6. To be fair though, I do have a preference for simpler character design. Plus nothings better on a villainess than those fiery red eyes.

Sinnoh - who are we kidding of course it's Cynthia

Do I even need to explain why? Do I really?

Unova - Fennel

I'll admit, this was a tough one but probably not for the reason you might think. To be honest, none of the female characters in Unova really stood out to me. That is until I remembered this adorable ball of enthusiasm and questionable use of musharna's dream gas.

Kalos - Olympia

Okay so some people might be mad that I put a forgettable gym leader on this list rather than Diantha but hear me out: space goddess. That is all.

Alola - Olivia

Was this even a question? Yes and it was a fucking hard one! I mean between Plumeria, Wicke, and Lusamine? Damn myself for only allowing myself to pick one per region!

Galar - Mommy- sorry, Mommy-

Mommy- sorry, mommy- sorry, mommy- sorry, mommy-

Hisui - Cyllene

What, you thought I would have picked Cogita? I thought Cynthia was already on this list? Besides, I still need to get back at Cyrus. You hear that edge lord?! I'm in your ancestry, sucker!

Paldea - Raifort

She's tall, she's smart, she's vaguely evil and I got "will betray me" vibes in every conversation with her and I kinda dig that.