#because i got something i was really hoping for in the remake

[knifefightandchill]

working on gifs makes me want to just like word vomit all the thoughts i have on saddler, but I've done that enough at my friends this week.

[crescentfool]

judgement day 🌕

[illdothehotvoice]

Oh interesting I might take back my Luigi's Mansion is the only Mario related thing we're getting this Direct prediction cause Nintendo is already posting about it?? However Nintendo did spoil Sparks of Hope before it was announced in a Direct so meh???

[bmpmp3]

i am still hoping for that 1/3 scale vinyl girl imomodoll's sculptor was teasing like a year ago................... imagine the objecthead dolls you could make with that thang

[fierykitten2]

Yeah the polls I just made being 1 day long was intentional, I wanted them to be done by Pokémon Day and the other option is one week which won’t be done in time. Besides, the Johto and Unova Legendaries are popular enough that I don’t need to extend them to a whole week

[dilfenthusiast-union]

Can you please do Josh and reader watching a movie?

I absolutely can anon! Gonna do a horror movie cuz that’s on theme HAHA. I hope this satisfies your Josh craving 🫶 feel free to request something different if not 🫡

Study Session

Joshua “Josh” Washington x Reader

I ended up referencing an old German film so if anyone can figure out what it is from the very vague description I gave then here’s a sweet treat 🍰

Gonna update the gif when ppl start making gifs of the sexy delicious remake

GIF updated with cutie Josh passed out in front of the fireplace literally the exact vibes IM LIVING

“You got the snacks, princess?” Josh calls out from the living room, as he sets up the projector for your weekly “special movie” night.

As part of Josh’s psychology degree, he had the chance to pick a major, and to him and his parents, it was a no brainer— film.

However, what he didn’t anticipate was the amount of weird, silent movies from the 1920s that he had to analyse in his classes.

“It’s like watching paint dry!” He exclaims, “I get that I have to understand the rules of film before breaking them, but Dad’s been doing this since before I was even an idea!” Josh drags on.

“Josh, babe. You’re starting really to sound like every nepo baby in Hollywood. I love you!…but shut up.” you peck him on the lips before pulling back to smile at him, a kinder way of telling him to shut his trap about his first world problems. He smiles dumb from the small act of affection and touch love, unable to recall what was bothering him in the first place as you dissolve his worries.”

Upon hearing his complaints, you suggest making it into a movie night, as opposed to a traditional study session where you’re both hunched over your laptops and textbooks.

Your idea sends a colony of butterflies into Josh’s stomach— you want to watch a boring movie with him? The fact that you want to spend time doing mundane things, like studying with him, makes him envision a life of pure domesticity. How could he say no to an opportunity to cuddle and be with his partner?

Before you know it, you’re microwaving popcorn and opening packets of lollies to enjoy (and to pass the time).

“Just about done! The popcorn is extremely fresh so enjoy with caution!” You mention as you pinch the bag from the top to avoid burning yourself.

He stands back up from setting up the projector equipment, looking at you with warm eyes. He questions “Are you saying that because you nearly burnt your mouth trying to eat it?”, his tone underscored with amusement.

“Guilty.” The one word expresses your regret for attempting to snack early. You settle the bags of snacks and popcorn on the coffee table, and sink into the pullout couch, ready to be entertained.

“What is this movie about exactly? The cover looks kinda freaky, I won’t lie” you examine the starting screen projected on the wall. Josh appreciates how you’re eager to demonstrate an interest in his studies despite not knowing too much.

“In the most succinct way I can say it without spoiling things…” he trails off, “A vampire tries his hand at real estate, and rats wipe out a town of people!” Your face morphs from interested to deadpan at the lack of proper context, “I guess I just gotta watch and see, hey?”

“Precisely, princess.” Josh affirms as he sits down next to you. His pet names for you never cease to make your core temperature rise with the influx of butterflies. As he wraps an arm around your frame, he presses play on the film.

Josh adds, “Thankfully for us, there’s English subtitles… because this entire movie is in German. So you’re gonna have to focus just as much as me, and resist the urge to go on Instagram.” He kisses your head to avoid any rebuttal from you.

An hour passes by and at this point both you and Josh become extremely comfortable on the couch. Lying down whilst cuddling, you hold eachother accountable by not scrolling in your phones and actually discussing the plot of the film and the main points Josh needs to remember for his analysis. The movie finishes and you’re both still awake.

Josh breaks the comfortable silence, turning to admire your features “Thanks for watching this boring movie with me, babe. You made this way more fun for me.” he pecks your forehead, followed by the tip of your nose. He gazes at your lips longingly, before looking into your half-lidded eyes and receiving a small nod.

He leans into to kiss you passionately, receiving a mutual signal from your eagerness. He can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks and he’s sure you can hear his pulse rapidly increasing the longer you two occupy the same space.

You place your hands on his broad chest, feeling him gently and slowly. Josh wraps his arms around your waist and places you in his lap, and breaks away from the kiss. You catch your breath simultaneously, staring into eachother’s eyes, as if you’re telepathically communicating your love for each-other.

“Josh, there’s no need to thank me. I’ll do just about anything with you. Because, as long as it’s you, nothing can possibly be boring.” you cut into the hot silence.

Josh revels in your statement, his eyebrows raised “Are you saying you liked the movie?” his amusement is discernible at this point. He looks at you like you contain galaxies in your eyes.

You give him a kiss on the lips again before breaking away again and grinning widely “I actually did, and I like spending time with my boyfriend.. let’s study more often!” You suggest lightly.

Josh picks you up to carry you bridal style, walking down the hall to your shared bedroom, “I can think of a different kind of studying we can do. Don’t you have an anatomy exam soon?” he smirks before laying you down on the bed, wedging a knee between your legs and trapping you in his arms.

Maybe this studying will involve an all-nighter for the two of you.

[reeniecon]

- YOU'RE A GIRL??! -

Riddle roseheart, Trey clover, cater diamond, ace trappola , deuce spade.

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😮‍💨‼️ : fem reader, imperfect grammar

A/n: this is a remake/rewrite from my OLD OLD Fanfic in my old blog ( I hate that writing so much I want to puke)

My other fanfic

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Riddle roseheart

" [Name] I beg of you to do not ignore rule 534, you've broken that rule 2 times already... I won't be easy on you for the 3rd time " Riddle remained you gently (passive-aggressive actually)

" As I read the rule book and searched about rule 534 it writes here that a woman is an exception in this rule!! So yeah~ "

But you're not a-

...

WAIT

WHAT

WHAT DID YOU SAY???! A WOMAN CAN WHAT, HUH DOES THAT MEAN THAT YOU'RE A WOMAN?

How this is a boy's boarding school how did you get here???!!

Not only that you're a magicless student but also a woman? ( in all-boys schools)

Ah, you must have felt so uncomfortable...

Ugh, what did the magic mirror do...

After that day riddle pays closer attention to you

He wants you to be comfortable at least he can assure you that in his own dormitory

Ah did Ace and Deuce know about this already??

Are they being mean to you??

Ugh, are you okay with this???

" [Name] let me know if there is something that bothering you... Uh- I hope you can feel the most comfortable in heartslabyul with me... "

Cater diamond

" Awww.. C'mon why did the sky choose to rain now ~ we might missed our movie! " Cater complaining

" Not only missed the movie we might also have to watch the movie drenched, look cater look how drenched we are "

This is supposed to be one of the happiest nights you and Cater have!!

You and he got a free ticket for Vil's new movie!!

The movie was literally trending EVERYWHERE ON THE INTERNET

It's really impossible to get the ticket right now!! But Vil being the awesome friend he was gifted the tickets

FOR FREE!!

And now here we are drenched in front of the mall with cater

Cool, cool so awesome!!

" This is so unfortunate isn't it but surely this would be such an unforgettable memory right [name ] " He said with the usual smile on his face " Why don't we take a picture together this would be an awesome post don't you think " He Suggested

* click* * click*

" #vilnewmovie #badday #icannotbeliveit #catty #whatshouldwedo? And lastly- " Huh.. What's that? He zoomed in on your side of the pic

Oh.

OH

HUH????

" What's wrong cater? Are you going to post it? " U asked him " Ah no, hahaha I'm going to post it later ig. Because you know uh.. The the uh THE INTERNET yeah the internet is so sloww~~ I will post it when we go back~~"

HOW COULD HE POST THE PHOTO

When your... Uh- tops? Tops holder? Shown faintly....

ARGHHHH !!!

did everyone know this already?? Are he the only one who doesn't know yet?? How how how how how

And more questions coming to cater head one hundred by one hundred

What should he do now...

He drapes his coat around you.

" Here use this you might catch a cold~ haha... Ha... Ha. Be careful okay... " He awkwardly says with that flushed face he tries to cover

Trey clover

He knows from the start

Trey is the mom of the group, and he is a really careful man, to begin with

We will OBSERVE you even before you start to hang out with other heartslabyul members

So yep, he knows!!

How did he know you ask?

He eavesdropping on Crowley (accidentally ofc he's a good boy!!)

I felt like he would "accidentally" heard you ranting to Crowley about being the only girls there

I don't think anyone would not be surprised at this situation tbh

But he is the most sweetest guy you've ever met in NRC

I can feel his girl's dad's aura through the screen tbh

He would bake you your favorite cake, teach you how to bake things if you ask him to~

Totally the most helpful guy in the heartslabyul dormitory even in NRC!!

Please marry us Trey we want you TwT

" Hm? Pardon me [mame] I didn't quite catch you...Can you please repeat it? Ah- you want to bake together? Ofc I'll teach you okay <3 "

Ace trappola

....

How

HOW COULD HE NOT HAVE KNOWN ABOUT THIS SOONER????

IS HE YOUR BEST FRIEND??? HUH DON'T YOU CONSIDER HIM YOUR BSF???

" ah... Now What. What is this soap opera plot... My best friend who I've known for YEARS ( you only know her at least only for 6 months you dramatic ass) is a girl??? Why can't you tell me sooner..." He rolls his eyes, not facing you at all, you cannot help but sigh at the situation " Cannot help it yk Crowley told me to keep it a secret it's for my safety too" You explained while trying to face him " Is gender really that life-changing to you ace in our friendship? " You asked him while your head hanging low

OF COURSE IT IS???

Bro, AGRHHHHH HE CANNOT WITH YOU RIGHT NOW

HE THINKS THAT HE IS RLLY GAY ALL THIS TIME

BECAUSE

OF

YOU!!

He went on an identity crisis on this

ahh... How can you do this to him...

'Did Deuce already know this too? AGRH SO ANNOYING I want to punch him... '

"No no no no you don't get it [name] uh... Your gender didn't mean anything in our friendship but it matters in our other relationship... " He says his voice cracking on the last sentence hiding his redness

Deuce spade

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" No deuce we cannot go to the hot springs together, you go with ace okay"

" Huh, why not it's not fun [name] if we're not together !! " His eyes wide open smiling all over the place " YOU STUPID, ofc she cannot go with us??? " Ace interfering with the conversation

She?

Why did Ace use she?

[Name] is a boy so wh-

Ah

Ah

No way

NO WAY NO WAY

" I'M SO SORRY I DON'T KNOW [NAME] PLEASE FORGIVE ME, DID UH- DID I MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE??? in a uh jn any way??? " He bowed down his forehead and touched the cold hot spring wood. " HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING DEUCE GET UP FAST YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US " Ace Hurriedly tried to get Deuce off the floor but Deuce seemed like he was glued to it...

" I'm sorry I'm so sorry, I just make a unforgivable mistake [name] forgive me!! " Still half bowed

" Deuce!! Get up !! "

A/N: my old fanfic is batshit crazy, 0 to work with no plot, you must read the old one tbh it's really cheesy, it's either involves water and water same plot over and over again, and I really hate it tbh, I wrote that fanfic when I was in... 8th grade??? Now I'm in 12th grade kekw so cringed.

Old fanfic

A/N 2.0: sorry for the incostistent writing length for each of the characters!! I cannot take it anymore with this prompt tbh- it's kinda cute in some way but- it get me the ick everytime when I try to reference my old fic TwT

[ladyelissarose]

Hello! I really loved your miguel o'hara works , and i would like to make a request,about headcanons of miguel with a sweet and shy housewife reader ,like ,she is always in home ,cooking ,cleaning and taking care of the house in general ,and always welcomes miguel saying how proud is of him and his job,if youre comfortable you can include a nsfw part but if you dont want to you can just make the fluff part , i hope its okay and have a nice day!

Miguel O’Hara x housewife reader

Warnings: there’s the SFW & NSFW headcannons!! Fluff and alll…

Authors note: Thank you for your sweet words hun!! I wish you the best!! And of course I added down NSFW! I had to- it’s Miguel we’re talking about!! But yes.. I hope you enjoy and I met your expectations:)

•Ever since the start of your relationship, you knew Miguel was the Spider-Man of Nueva York, after he saved your life and kissed your scared tears away. He instantly felt a connection with you and knew he had to have you.

•You were very shy tho, and kept to yourself. Only had trips to the library and to the flower shop- you were basically a home-body.. not a fan of being around or in large crowds.. but Miguel made you feel safe instantly and he took you safely home through a path that was quiet and not around much people and noise.

•Miguel was gentle and didn’t push you to do more than you wanted too, and he was the first person that made you feel comfortable with yourself. That’s why after countless dates and swinging trips on his back, you’re happily married to him and are kept safe in your guys’ home. Where you live with and for him while he keeps the beautiful city safe.

•Everyday he’d come home with a new book or a bouquet of fresh flowers, showering you with things that made you happy, to earn him your gorgeous, shy smile. He’s seen all of you and loved you entirely, yet he was proud on how he made you blush everytime he brought something home, and he lived for kissing that cute pouty smile you had.

•To make up for all the gifts he gave you- tho he said payback wasn’t necessary because you were his love and life. You still worked to give him the best life in your shared home. It was only fair since he sheltered you and your heart, and kept your city as safe as he possibly could.

•During the time he was gone, you clean up your home, doing the laundry and fixing up his backup suits that got ruined on missions. And you found comfort in doing such, as they all smelled like him, no matter how much you washed them.

•And he liked it that way, he stopped asking Lyla for remakes of his suit when he found out your cute hands fixed his suits perfectly. He always kissed you deeply and called you ‘his good girl’ once he had it on and it was good to go. Your hands also got sweet kisses as he praised you for your work.

•The city was messy and dark all the time, even while saving the world it had its dark places that were messy and particularly smelly, burning Miguel’s nose sometimes. But when he came home, he was met with the aroma of your sweet scent, it smelled like home and it was his favorite. And one of the best things, it was clean and orderly.

•Miguel loved seeing things in order and perfectly clean, and he had asked you if you had a maid to get all done perfectly- to which you said no. And he found out it was true (not that he didn’t believe you) when one night he came home earlier than usual, and you were up dusting all the little trinkets on the shelf ever so delicately and efficiently.

•His favorite thing to do was come up to you quietly, wherever you were cleaning, and sweep you up in his arms, chuckling to himself when he heard your squeals as he held you up kissing your neck. Praising you for your time to keep things nice, but scolding you for not being in bed resting well and keeping the bed warm for him. Or if it was during the day he’d ask why you’re not reading or enjoying the afternoon.

•Oh and when you cook? OH- that makes Miguel the happiest (besides you and everything that involves only ‘you’) He’s always starving after a long mission or day at Alchemax. So when he comes home smelling your homemade meals, he’s falling in love all over again. His heart growing twice it’s size at the sight of you singing lowly and stirring the pot... or kneading the dough for the empanadas.

•He tried telling you a few times that it was ok for take out once in a while, not wanting you to cool all the time, worried that you might think he only wants that from you if not. But you were always happy to make something new or his favorite, it made you proud when Miguel wore a smile while he ate, complementing,

“...mi amor, esto es delicioso.” (My love, this is delicious)

•You always let him know how proud of him you were. In actions or soft words, and he’d beam proudly and smile sheepishly. A tight hug and good kiss made it onto his lips everytime you caught him coming in through the door or fire escape. You wouldn’t let a word escape until you both were out of breath from crashing lips, you was always the first to break to say how much you missed him- but he’d chase your lips like a mad man. Whining,

“Dejame besarte!” (Let me kiss you!)

NSFW!

•He occasionally grew hard at the sight of you doing something that screamed ‘wifey material’. The cleaning, cooking, fixing, even resting on the couch reading a book- just everything about you made him crave you instantly at sight. So he’d take you wherever it was you were, of course if you wanted to- but you’ve yet to say no (I mean who would-)

•Over the couch he’d take you from behind, whispering praises while kissing your neck, after he caught you reading your new book while resting over the armrest. Your little dress was so cute and gave him access to have you right away, pounding into your pussy slowly yet roughly. Letting his love for you sink in deeply. He loved marking your neck and caressing your sides as he did so.

•Since you were quiet and shy most of the time, even around him, he’d do the most open things to make you blush and push your buttons of pleasure to make you moan out loud, as you were shy at first. One day you were painting a picture of you and him, a replica of a photo you two took at the library, but soon- Miguel was digging his face in between your breasts kissing them softly while he fucked you against the incomplete painting, legs wrapped around his waist tightly. And you couldn’t care about the painting- you didn’t like it anyways after you messed it up earlier (after getting distracted by eyeing the picture too closely)

•One of Miguel’s favorite things to do was eat you from behind while you were tip-toeing trying to reach the top shelf to clean it. You hold onto it tightly while you felt his tongue swipe over your pussy and dig into you, making you pull his hair closer to you as he drew your high close right away, not relenting in eating you out like he starved for your taste. He lived for you coming undone on his face. And when he stayed home afterwards he’d kissed you to taste yourself on his lips, or when he had to go to work, he wear his mask over his coated lips with your juices- either way he leave himself full of you.

•And the kitchen was a good place- HIS FAVORITE PLACE TO FUCK YOU RAW. He was excited already to see his gorgeous, sweet and quiet house wife cook his delicious meals. But soon you became a moaning, crying mess, begging for him to fuck you harder as you were laying on the kitchen table, holding onto his shoulders tightly as he fucked you deeply. And you knew he was in to fuck you in the kitchen, when he’d come from behind you and lower the heat on the stove, if not turn it off.

•Let’s just say Miguel found a perfect wife in you, you completed him in every way and made him happy. From keeping his home warm and happy, safe and bright, to his heart held, loved and cherished- and beating wildly while he took you under his spell and ride of pleasure.

•And you? Could never get enough of Miguel, something of him was always on you, around you, and in you.. sometimes he’d leave his cum dripping from your pussy while you finished your things while he was gone. It made you blush crazy to know only he could pull that out of you, but he was your home and made you confident around him.. so why not?

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

the other women.

word count: 886 (kinda short)

pairing: p.b. x reader

summary: After the live incident with Azzi y/n confronts paige.

pt: 2/3 (I think there will be 3 parts idk)

NOT PROOFREAD SO NTM.

i hope yall enjoy thiss. im gonna remake part 1 because it doesnt really fit with this part too well. i mean its good enough for yall to get the plot of the story but ykkk. SO SORRY FOR MAKING AZZI A BAD PERSON YALL ITS FOR THE PLOTTT🙏🙏 tried to do the lil picture thing evb be doing cs i thought it was cute how we feeling?..

-love gabby💋

3RD PERSON

Paige wakes up to an empty bed. She blinks rapidly trying to blink the sleepiness away. Wincing as she feels the hangover coming in. She notices the advil and glass of water on the bedside table you left for her. There was ice in the cup indicating the glass was filled not too long ago.

She doesn’t hesitate to pick up the glass and pills and takes them with one big gulp.

YOUR POV

Whenever you’re mind is too loud you usually vent to Paige and cry in her arms. You couldn’t do that this time so you went for a walk. You honestly had no clue where you were because you were so consumed in your thoughts you lost track of where you were walking.

Youre phone pinged snapping you out of your thoughts.

my fav blonde🖕🏻: Where are you?

You stared at the message not knowing if you should respond or not.

Just out for a walk.

You respond dryly trying to let her know you don’t want to speak to her. You hated confrontation so you didn’t know what you were going to do about the whole Azzi situation.

my fav blondie🖕🏻: Thanks for the advil and water, bug.

You stared at the phone not even realizing you were crying until you saw the tear droplet falling down your screen.

That damn nickname. She had given it to you as a joke when you first started dating and it’s stuck ever since. Whenever she called you it, a wave of comfort rushed through your body. Now it was just making you sad.

“You okay?” you hear a semi-familiar voice call out.

You look up quickly wiping your tears and see this girl from your psychology class. Her name was Addie or something like that.

“Yeah” you manage to croak out.

“You sure? Doesn’t really seem like it.” she says chuckling attempting to lighten the mood.

“Yeah. Thanks for asking.” You say smiling.

She smiles back. She was pretty, she had freckles and was brunette.

“Do you need a ride?” She offers still smiling.

“If its not too much of a bother.” You say embarrassed.

“Ofcourse! Hop in.”

PAIGES POV

Guilt is rushing through my body remembering the events from last night. It all happened so fast and it was a mistake.

my baby: omw home. 🤍 (hearted the msg)

my baby: got a ride from this girl

I smiled seeing her notification.

Theres even a video going around and im just praying y/n didnt see it. She could take it the wrong way. I would have to tell her eventually. She just cant find out through a video on social media.

FLASHBACK: AT THE BAR

STILL PAIGES POV

Azzi was being extra touchy tonight but I just assumed it was the alcohol. I mean she knows I have a girlfriend and she loves her.

“Paige, you look so good” Azzi slurs out running her hand down my chest.

I quickly move her hand off of me. “Thanks Azzi.” I say smiling. She puts her red solo cup up to her mouth “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight” I say grabbing the drink from her.

“Nooooo” She whines. I just laugh at her drunk antics.

She grabs my face and gets really close. “Never noticed how pretty your eyes were.” She says staring at my eyes.

I just smile awkwardly trying to get out of her grasp. Before I knew it her lips were on mine. I gently push her off me. “Azzi.” I begin. “Paige you know you want me just as much as I want you.” She cuts me off.

“I have a girlfriend. And shes the only girl I want.” I say sharply.

“This is bullshit” She spits, pushing herself off of me.

PRESENT TIME

3RD PERSON

“Thanks for the ride.” Y/n says smiling at the brunette. Who smiles back “Anytime.”

—

Y/n is fumbling with her keys outside of the apartment door trying to find the right one. Once you find the key she puts it in the lock and unlocks the door.

Paige immediately shoots up of the couch and runs to her girlfriend. “Hi babyy.” she says smiling and giving you a hug. “missed you.” she says in your neck.

The feeling of Paige’s breathe on your neck made you shiver.

“Hey.” You couldn’t help but smile, missing Paiges warmth.

You let go of each other and you wander off into the kitchen while Paige goes back to her spot on the couch.

“Hey can we talk?” You manage to say. Paige looks up at you and hums in response already knowing what you’re going to say.

“What happened last night..” You pause and clear your throat “With Azzi?” You say trying to hold back your tears.

“Y/n I promise it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Then what was it Paige.” You snap all your built up anger coming out. “Because it looked like the love of my life cheating on me with her BEST FRIEND.” You say emphasizing the last two words.

“Please let me explain baby.” Paige says, tears pricking her eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You say coldly.

“You don’t need to explain anything I saw what I needed to see.” You say before Paige could open her mouth to speak.

You walk out of the door not wanting to make the situation worse.

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thank you for reading mwahh!

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Imagine: You're with your brothers at the bar when you get roofied.

TW: sexual assault, mention of rape, roofies

A/N: I got this request from someone who's struggling with this situation and finds comfort in these fics. Please reach out for help if you need it.

You stood at the bar with your brothers, waiting for your drinks. You were of course getting water even though you were 21, you just didn’t really enjoy drinking like your brothers did. But it was your idea to come because you knew your brothers enjoyed themselves there and the hunt you just had was a pretty good one so it definitely called for some sort of celebration.

Sam excused himself to the bathroom and Dean walked down the bar a few feet to go talk to some chick. His back was now facing you when the man next to you turned to look at you.

He looked you up and down like you were some kind of meat. Immediately your guard was up and you tried to distance yourself in what little space you had. You could feel his eyes on you and you held back a shudder. Something just did not seem right.

You looked towards Dean and saw he was in a pretty deep conversation with the girl- well as deep as you can get with one at a bar. You didn’t want to interrupt him, but you did feel slightly uncomfortable so you could only hope for Sam to make his way back from the bathroom quick.

You saw the bartender finishing up with the last of your drinks when the man beside you spoke, “Hey sexy. What are you doing here all alone. It’s dangerous for someone like you to be here by yourself.” You were just about to tell off the prick when at the same time the bartender put your drinks down on the bar. “I’m not here alone,” you said motioning to the three drinks hoping he would pretty much take the hint. This would be a great time for Sam to come back you thought. Where the hell was he and how long does it take to use the frigging bathroom. “Aw you don’t gotta be like that, but I’ll tell you what. You girls that are hard to get are the best ones.” You felt sick and as you scooted away from him about to grab your drinks, he pulled you in tight. The motion caught you off guard and you whipped around knocking Sam’s drink off the bar. The drink spilled everywhere and the man released you. “Fuck,” you mumbled. Dean came walking over to you, “At least it’s was Sammy’s drink and not mine,” he chuckled. You mumbled a sorry to him and Dean put his hands on your shoulders giving them a squeeze, “Don’t worry about it kid.” He turned to the bartender, and told him that he would buy another drink and to remake it as they cleaned up the spill. You turned your head to give the man that grabbed you a “Yeah thanks for that asshole”, but he was already gone. You sighed in relief and relaxed a little bit. The bartender came back over and set Sam’s drink down just as Sam was making his way back over. You all grabbed your drinks and took a sip. “Jeez Sammy, you took forever in the bathroom,” you said teasing him and giving him a little elbow. He chuckled and pointed to a girl across the bar, “I actually got to talking with her over there.” Dean laughed giving Sam a pat on the back, “You sly dog.” Sam chuckled and made his way back over to her. You assumed Dean was also heading right back to the girl he was talking to so you thought it would be best to find a seat somewhere. “Hey I’m going to head over to that table to finish my drink,” you said. He gave you a nod and told you to be careful.

You sat at the table taking a few sips, noticing Dean glance at you here and there to make sure you were okay. Your thoughts were cut off quick when your vision started getting fuzzy. You gripped the table tightly as you saw the room start to spin. Your head felt extremely heavy and you brought your hands to your head to steady yourself. You stood up abruptly, scared you were dying or something was seriously wrong when you felt arms loop around you. Dean? Sam? “Is she alright?” You heard someone ask. The person who had you replied, “Yes me and my girlfriend just had a little too much fun, she’s a lightweight,” she felt him chuckle and hurry away. Wait girlfriend? Lightweight? This wasn’t Dean or Sam and you could also spot their voices from a mile away. You cracked your eyes open and made out a fuzzy version of the creepy man from earlier. Your heart began to pound as you came to realization. He roofied you. This could not be happening. You started thrashing, clawing, struggling to try to escape, but you were so weak. The only thing you could do was fight for consciousness and hope Dean or Sam noticed you in time. Your thoughts were cut short and your heart sank realizing he had already made his way outside with you. You couldn’t even hear the busy bar anymore when you felt your body be slammed to the ground.

This was it, you thought. You were about to be violated in the darkest way possible. You were about to be vulnerable for the very first time with some random predator who drugged you and forced himself on you.

You cried when you felt him unbutton your pants and pull them down to your ankles. “Relax,” he said, “I’ll make you feel good.” You whimpered, trying to move your limbs to give you a fighting chance, but they just felt so heavy. He crashed his lips onto yours and you moved your head to the side. That didn’t stop him as he started trailing down your neck instead. You were crying, but it was like you were paralyzed. Just when you thought it was going to get worse, his weight got ripped off of you.

You felt someone else grab you and you whimpered and thrashed, “please no.” The person pulled you into them, “hey hey hey it’s okay bug. Hey, it’s okay. It’s me, it’s sam. I got you,” he said caressing your hair. “Sammy?” you cried. “Yeah bug it’s me, I’m here.” You looked up at him and saw Dean behind him, punching the man over and over again. He was bloodied and unconscious. You cried, “De?” He gave the scumbag one last dick to the ribs and looked over at you. You felt like you were going to pass out and you were terrified to. Dean definitely took notice and hurried to your side, “hey, hey, hey, hey, you alright sweetheart?” You saw the world spinning and darkness closing in. You tried fighting it. You didn’t want to pass out, scared of what might happen to you. “Dean I- I’m gonna,” she look up at him terrified, “I’m scared,” you whimpered. “I know kid, I know. We got you, if you pass out just know you’re safe. No matter what happens you’re going to be safe. We won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe sweetheart.” As you slipped away you felt Sam tuck you into his chest and you knew your brothers would always protect you.

[bobawitch]

Sweater Weather | M.S.

summary: reader makes a crochet sweater for her boyfriend matt. she later sees him wearing it in their next podcast

pairing: matt x fem!reader

a/n: tbh i dont love this fic but i hope yall like it. a nick fic and a chris fic as well as a new chapter of lets trip are on their way so be on the lookout.

wc: 878

cw: fluff, that should be it

Matt had been your boyfriend for almost 2 years by now. You had been in plenty of videos and even a few podcasts and for the most part the fans really loved you. That had been a huge concern for you and Matt, so when the fans had an uproar of support and love you found yourself feeling much more comfortable.

On that specific day you had been crocheting while watching some of the triplets videos along with some of Larray’s. You had wanted to make Matt a sweater ever since you started crocheting but you had kept this little project a secret. Your phone began to ring and you looked down to see a facetime from Matt. Immediately you grabbed your phone and picked up, smiling at Matt’s face. “Hey baby” You smiled and waved at Matt through the phone, setting it up so he could only see your face. “Hi love, how’s your day been?” You continued to crochet the last few rows of the sweater, smiling down at your work. “Good, we just got done filming for Friday. How has yours been?”  You shrugged and began folding the sweater. It wasn’t the best work but it looked good enough that you didn’t feel the need to remake it. It was blue and white and black, it was fluffy and had some skulls and hearts on it. “Good, I’ve been working on a little something for you actually.” Matt’s eyes grew wide and he made a small o with his mouth before smiling.” “Can I see??” You grinned and shook your head. “No but you can come over and I’ll give it to you.” Matt fake pouted before you heard some rustling. Soon after you hear a few keys jingling. “I’ll be over in 10.” You nodded, biting your thumb nail with a smile. “Ok, see you soon.” The call hung up shortly after and you turned off the TV before properly folding up the sweater and putting it in an old present bag. 

After a few more minutes you hear your front door open and you walk around the corner to find Matt. You immediately give him a hug, burying your face in his chest. “Hey love, you miss me?” Matt chuckled through his question since you hugged him so harshly. You mumbled and nodded, smiling and looking up at him. “Yeah.” He smiled down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You wanna see your gift?” Matt eagerly nodded before letting you go. You grabbed his hand before leading him into your living room. You grabbed the little bag and handed it to him, smiling and watching him open the gift. He pulled the pale blue sweater from the bag and a big smile crossed his lips as he examined it. “Oh my god, did you make this?” You nodded with a sheepish grin across your face. “Oh my god, Y/N! I love it!” Your cheeks became warm and you moved to hug Matt who enveloped you quickly. He hugged you tight around the waist and picked you up, spinning you in a circle before kissing you. You kissed back, your hands finding their way in his messy hair. Soon you pulled away and smiled at the boy. Your forehead rested against his as you both caught your breath. "Are you gonna wear it all the time?" You asked, knowing your question came from a teasing place. Matt grinned wide, finally setting you down and allowing his hands to rest lazily on your hips. "Of course I am. I'm tempted to never take it off, baby." Your cheeks tinted pink at his reply, mainly because you knew he was dead serious. Your own lips curled into a smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist in a tight hug.

About 5 days later you got the notification that Matt and his brothers had posted their weekly podcast. You of course planned to watch it but as you went to click on the video you noticed what Matt was wearing in the thumbnail. It was the sweater you had made him. You smiled to yourself, biting the top of your thumb nail before pressing play on the video. You finished the video and started scrolling through the comments, a few were about Matt’s outfit which made you grin from ear to ear. As you basked in the glory of having both Matt and his fairly harsh fans like your sweater, your phone began to ring. It was a facetime from Matt. You picked up and smiled, “I liked your outfit in the podcast baby.” Matt grinned and moved the camera to show that he was still wearing it. “When did you guys film that podcast?” “Oh like, the day after you gave it to me.” You smiled, nodding in a sudden understanding. “Well I’m glad you like it.” Matt smiled, bringing his phone closer to him, as if he could hug you through the screen. “I love it baby, thank you so much for making it for me.” Your cheeks became warm as you mimicked his movements, holding the phone close to you. “I love you Matt.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too Y/N.” 

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Dipshit On Deck

Word Count: 1948

Tags: Gn!Reader; cursing (a lot of it!); attempt at humour; a bit of fluff; two idiots in love;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: It's Friday the 13th and - of course - there's a storm brewing. And, pray, what is that black shadow on deck?

Notes: I could not let this Friday the 13th pass by without a little reminder of it, right? I hope you enjoy this silliness!

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555

Masterlist

Friday the 13th.

The most cursed, unlucky, dreadful day of all. You groaned for the umpteenth time as you secured another set of barrels of rum tightly with ropes. There was a storm brewing on the horizon and it seemed like you were headed for rough waters. 

Obviously. Because it was Friday the 13th.

“Quit yer groaning and get to securing those barrels!” Your captain roared over the biting wind, but before you could tie the knot firmly, you saw a shadow crossing your path. It was fast, lean and terrifying. Yelping you let go of the ropes and the three barrels you were securing came crashing down, one of them popping the cork and spilling the rum all over the deck. 

“Fucking arse, how did that happen?” Kid growled. He was angrier than usual today and you couldn't quite pinpoint why. It started yesterday when you were helping him in the workshop, cleaning around and humming a silly song while he tinkered away at his workbench. All of a sudden he was yelling at you to get out of his sight. 

You didn't make a big deal out of it, Kid was prone to anger issues. But if it wasn't serious, his mood would be gone after a few hours or a few drinks. He had done both by now and he was still as sour as a grape. 

It was something serious then. 

“Sorry Cap! It was my fault! Something rushed past me, something dark and fast and-...”

“Of course it was your damn fault.” Kid growled. “Clean that up and do it again. Do it right, this time! Fucking waste of good booze.”

Gulping you nodded and went to get the mop. You tried to ignore the lump in your throat and the sting in your eyes. You should be used to Kid's temper by now, but as both of you had become closer and closer with each other - more at ease than friends should be, really - his words caused more damage than usual. 

The wind kept picking up, soft rain already painted the deck dark, and you were lagging behind on your duties so you picked up the pace. 

With the deck cleaned and barrels tied up, it was now time to secure the sails. You brought them down with the help of a few crewmates but then tied them up yourself. You were quite skilled with knots, the best of the crew, actually. But just as you were finishing up, you saw it again, that speeding dark shadow, crossing the deck from one side to the other, growling like a beast. 

You squealed in terror, hunching down to your knees to hide from view and looked around to see if any other crewmates had spotted it or if it was a mere figment of your imagination. However, they were all very focused on their own tasks.

You kept tying knots all around and having to remake them because you were so distracted by the mysterious lurking shadow. Killer had already rounded up the crew and sent them below deck because it was getting dangerous to stay up while the wind was picking up wildly. Yet you assured him you would go as soon as all the knots were secured. 

You didn't want to risk anything. It was Friday the 13th. And you knew your luck was terrible on this day. 

“Should've worn my lucky charm.” You mouthed between clenched teeth as you secured another set of crates. The knots you had tied the first time seemed loose and you didn't want to risk it. 

But the shadow crossed again. And this time you got a better look. “A freaking cat? A black cat? On Friday the 13th? Fuck!” Cursing, you tried to call it to you. You were fond of all animals and there was no way you were going to let this little vermin stay out in the storm.

“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Whoa!” The gust of wind was so strong that it almost knocked you out. “Where the fuck are you, you gremlin?” 

Everything was secured, you just needed to grab this little bastard and head below deck. Rain had started to pour a while ago, but what were simple annoying drops, was now a deluge, and you could barely see an inch in front of your nose. 

“Come on, cat! Where are you?” 

A scared meow caught you off guard as you looked up the mast. “No way, you bastard.” Way. What had seemed like a menacing shadow earlier, was now a frightened little kitty, looking at you with pleading eyes, begging you to save it. Almost at the top of the mast. In a raging storm. 

“How the fuck did you get up there?”

The wind picked up again, the cat screeched and you cursed as you grabbed the nearest rope for support and safety. 

Friday the fucking 13th.

Gritting your teeth and praying to any and all deities that were listening to prevent you from falling or, at least, if the wind brought you down to grant you a quick death, you started to climb. Each step closer brought a new meow and a new string of curses from your lips. 

“Why today? Why? Why didn't you come out yesterday, you little fiend?” The Kid Pirates had set sail the day before. This kitten must have sneaked on board at the island where you had been docked. “You little shit, making me risk breaking my neck. I'm gonna grab you and make you mine and I'm gonna call you Dipshit. That's gonna be your name. Got it? Dip-fucking-shit.” 

The creature meowed again, more desperately this time and you picked up the pace. Cursing some more and trying to secure your feet well while your arms screamed and ached from the effort you were making to hold on to the mast. The little kitten seemed to be losing its strength as well, so with one last push, you reached it. As you grabbed it, it clawed your arm, digging its nails for support and you cursed loudly, opening your jacket and securing it inside, ignoring the jabs on your chest from its sharp nails. 

“Fucker. You're just lucky you’re hella cute, Dipshit, or I would leave you out here to get blown away! Maybe you'd end up on that mythical sky island. Or maybe-...”

Neither you nor the cat knew what came after the maybe, because the gust of wind that hit the Victoria Punk was so strong that it made you lose all remaining strength in your limbs and sent you free-falling. 

You were so far up the mast that you just had time to wish for a quick death before you felt your head hit something hard. 

Lucky Friday the 13th.

-*-

When you came to, your head was throbbing and your muscles were aching. At first you thought you were in Heaven, but the god-awful smell coming from the sheets told you otherwise. 

Then you considered that perhaps you were in Hell. But opening your eyes to a menacing scowl and fiery red hair quickly showed you were not. Because if your captain were in Hell, he would be sitting on its throne, not staring you down. 

“Hi, Cap.” You started and immediately regretted it. Your head felt heavy and light at the same time. It was such a weird feeling. You had to close your eyes again because the world was spinning and you were spinning with it. 

“Don't you fucking ‘Hi’ me!” He growled, his coppery gaze fixed on you without flinching. “You almost died.”

“Well, it's Friday the 13th, Cap. Shit’s bound to happen and-...”

“That's not fucking funny.” Another deep growl left his lips. 

“Dipshit!”

Kid rose from his chair, his canines showing and eyes flaring. “The fuck did you just call me?”

Fuck. “Not you, Cap! The cat! The cat that was inside my jacket, I-...”

Kid sat down and reached below your bed, grabbing the kitten by its scruff and placing it on top of you. “This Dipshit?” He asked gruffly. 

“That Dipshit!” You grabbed the kitten - noticing how soft and fluffy it seemed, as if someone dried it - squeezed it against you and sighed. “You're fine! Thank you, Kid.”

Kid’s scowl receded and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “It’s yours?”

“Now it is. Such a cutie pie, aren't you, you little fucker, little bastard almost got me killed!” You kissed the kitten's little forehead and it seemed to like it, so you continued. “You're so lucky you're cute, my little asshole or I would skin you alive and boil you to serve with Killer's soup! But I love you, little Dipshit.”

“I love you too!” You stared at the cat, eyes wide and mouth ajar. But your addled, mushy brain had somehow registered that the ‘I love you too’ hadn't, obviously, come from the cat. 

Cats don’t speak. 

Though it was Friday the 13th…

But no. The terrified, blurted-out, awkward ‘I love you too’ had come from none other than your emotionally constipated captain. You slowly turned your head towards him, a look of surprise still etched upon your features. 

“Kid?” 

He was looking at the ground, cheeks furiously set ablaze and arms crossed over his chest. 

“Yes I fucking said it okay? I couldn't stand here hearing ya say that to a fucking cat! While I'm right here! Don't I deserve that treatment?”

What the hell was he talking about? Did he want the kisses or to be called a dipshit? 

“You love me? For real, real?” You asked, a small smile curling the corner of your lips while your heart fluttered in your chest. 

“I fucking do, damn it! Ya were all cute yesterday in my workshop, shaking yer perky ass to the music and bobbing yer pretty head. That's when it hit me: I'm in love with a fucking idiot.”

You couldn't contain the snickers coming from your mouth, though you immediately stopped when the throbbing headache got the best of you. 

“Now there's a fucking storm brewing, and as I go to the fucking deck to pull ya by the fucking hair so ya can come inside to safety, I find you fucking passed out dangling by a rope tied to yer fucking foot on the fucking mast.”

“So many fucks, captain.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. So you didn't die because a rope got tangled in your foot. You must've cracked your head against the mast as you dangled and passed out. That’s why your head was throbbing like a bitch. 

“I say fuck how many times I fucking want! I'm the fucking Captain!” He spat at you, cheeks still flushed a deep red that rivalled his hair. 

You raised your hands in defeat and he calmed down. 

It didn’t seem as if he was willing to say anything else, so, after a while, you sighed and, still petting the sleeping kitten, whispered. “I love you too, Kid.” It was your turn to flush now. 

You peeked at the corner of your eye to gauge his reaction, but he was very still. His legs wide open, manspreading on the chair and arms held tightly against his chest. 

A grunt and a deeper blush indicated he heard you, and you snickered while moving the kitten that yawned, stretched and disappeared on the floor. Kid raised an eyebrow at you as you opened your arms and patted your lap. 

“Come on, Cap, it's your turn to get pets.”

Kid smirked as he got up to join you on the bed. 

Perhaps Friday the 13th wasn't such a bad day after all… 

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 24

Moniker: Velikan Risk Level: Medium. Velikan is a permanent resident of the Kennel. Brief: Mutual masturbation Safeword: Refer to first brief. Wasn’t expecting Velikan to be so eager for a second day with you given they’re never eager about anything, you must have left an impression on them - Laswell

You were take off guard when you walked into the room. The first wave of emotion was nostalgia, the second some angered concern. This was a picture perfect remake of the tiny cabin you went to whenever you wanted to get away. You hadn’t been in ages, but fuck it even smelled the same.

“What the fuck?”

Velikan, as per usual, did not emote. Oh you could practically feel the smugness.

“Just because you don’t talk doesn’t mean you just automatically get away with this shit you know” you grumbled, knowing they were in fact going to get away with this shit.

They knew it too obviously given that they just wrapped an arm around your waist and nuzzled the nose of their mask against yours. You wondered why they turned themselves in. You wondered if it had something to do with the maniac with your bite mark tattooed on his arm.

You weren’t sure what order people had been brought here in, but Velikan seemed to be the one to calm Nikto when it was needed and Kate had written that they were here of their own volition.

It was sort of romantic in a way, the idea that they may have damned themselves to this luxurious cage to be with someone already in it. Nikto was… well he needed someone able to calm him. And Velikan was calming. They usually showed up when you were wandering the grounds, falling in a step behind you and just existing in your space. Anyone else it may have been strange, but them? It was just nice.

“So do I get to take any of these layers off” you teased, running your hands lightly to their chest.

They grabbed your hands and squeezed them before turning you and patting your ass to get you to go towards the bed. You huffed a laugh.

“Thought I’d chance it.”

God this bed was just like you remembered, tucked into a nook and cosy as anything. You melted into it and gave a dramatic sigh of contentment, eyes closed. You peeked one open when you heard a chuckle from them and smiled. They were sat on the floor, legs in front of them and hands just behind so they could partially recline.

It was so odd that you could tell they were looking at you fondly. Or maybe you were kidding yourself because really the mask was emotionless and the body language could mean anything. They tilted their head and you swore you understood them.

“Eyes closed?”

They nodded and you closed your eyes and got comfy. It didn’t bother you, Velikan’s peculiar attitude towards being seen or heard. They seemed kind despite the assertion that they were the most dangerous solider in the world and that sort of feeling called to you. Kindness, true straight forward kindness, was a rare trait in your world. You so hoped you would never see them on the field, never be made fully aware of the ultra violence they could inflict.

You could just make out the sound of them putting a hand in their pants over the gentle crackle of the fire (a different one than with Price in his ‘office’ which was frankly ridiculous) so you followed suit, wriggling until you were perfectly sunken into the pillows and thick duvet before sliding your hand past the waistband of your sweats.

The first exploring swipe of your middle finger on your clit was such a relief, your body so quickly switching it’s focus to lazy pleasure. You were a practiced hand at getting yourself off in this bed, had spent many days lounging and playing with yourself.

Usually you would need some help, a smutty book was your go to. It had been a long time since you had touched yourself with nothing more than your imagination to drive you. And oh your imagination was flaring.

Velikan was close by, so close by, touching themselves to the sight of you laying on the bed with your hand shoved down your pants. They couldn’t even see anything but the movement against the fabric, but you just knew it was getting them all hot under the collar regardless. And that got you hot under the collar.

You added another finger, swirled the two of them around your little bundle of nerves. You furrowed your brows a bit when the friction felt uncomfortable, but a quick trip down to your leaking hole to lube everything up worked a charm and you sighed as you resumed your playing.

Their soft grunts were better than any porn and you started to roll your hips up against your fingers. It felt fantastic, like your nerves were lighting up and making an expanding web of pleasure through your body. With Velikan there wasn’t anything about this that was a performance. You knew they were absolutely fine and happy with you just doing this for yourself, that’s what they enjoyed.

So you for once took your time with it, experimented a little with different fingers and patterns. You got annoyed about it soon enough, going back to tried and tested methods. You’d figure it out another time, right now you just wanted to cum.

It didn’t take terribly long. You knew your own body after all, you were good at getting yourself off and it was laughably easier with the sound of Velikan’s hand frantically moving against fabric, their panting becoming a touch more urgent.

You smiled, loving that they were loving this. You squeezed your clit a few times to draw it out a bit, but within a few moments you were reaching your peak and flooding your poor panties. Your fingers were pruned and there were no doubt marks on your wrist from your waistband, but you couldn’t find it in you to care as you rubbed yourself through it and enjoyed the waves of your cunt clenching and releasing.

There was a bitten off grunt from the floor and it sounded perfect. Velikan cumming over you cumming. How could there be a higher compliment?

You kept your eyes closed, being rewarded with them leaning over you and planting a kiss on your lips before replacing their mask and booping your nose to signal you were good to open them.

After cleaning up you just stayed with them in this cosy little cabin the play room had been made into. They made you tea and you cuddled up to them to read your book. At some point you drifted off, waking up alone in the bed of your sparse quarters and having a moment of sadness about not having someone in here with you.

Stupid really, very stupid to get attached. 5 more days.

[archibaldtuttle]

Alien : Romulus - a 7/10 reason to stop making Alien films

This review will be spoiler-free

When I came out of the theater yesterday, after having gone through a viewing of Alien Romulus, I caught myself agreeing with my friends - this was pretty good!

And I am beyond poisoned about the Alien franchise since Ridley Scott got his grubby paws all over it with Prometheus. The only reason I made the effort to move my ass to the theater to see this one was because he wasn't directing (and also I didn't have to pay for it) (thanks sib).

I knew Alvarez from two of his previous films, the 2013 remake of Evil Dead and Don't Breathe. I am pretty mixed on both - they demonstrate solid filmmaking abilities and (in the case of Evil Dead), a deep respect for franchises he's adding to. However they are also a little heavy on the jumpscares for my taste, and in the case of Don't Breathe I just can't praise the film without having to mention that the third act twist is gross in an entirely unnecessary, shock-value way, that does nothing for the film thematically.

That did give me some hope for Romulus however, because that third act twist told me Alvarez likes talking about rape and impregnation. And contrary to Don't Breathe... that's right at home in Alien.

So what about the film then? It's good. Solid premise, I like that we're finally, finally, seven films in, seeing the planet-side society that births all those rundown spaceships. Good pair of main characters with on one side a demonstrably resourceful Rain and on the other a very nuanced look at the franchise's synthetics with Andy. The others are more forgettable but I can't blame that too much on the film - they're well characterized in a few short scenes and that's all I can expect really. The build-up is solid, the various ticking clocks and sources of tensions well established.

What I find particularly notable is the really good setpieces and the use of facehuggers in a way I've wanted to see for a long time. Very good physical effects supplemented by good to ok-ish CGI. The writing is very heavy-handed - I wish more people looked at what O'Bannon did with exposition before they write their own Alien scripts. I do give credit to Alvarez and his co-writer Sayagues for the cool concepts explored and the way they thread Andy's character exploration through them.

The editing is mostly blameless - I wouldn't call it great or even that good, especially with how hectic it gets during some more action-ey scenes, but you can tell Roberts isn't specialized or even used to horror films. I guess he took from his experience on Pressure which would explain a lot... The score is really good, one of the highlights of the film in my opinion - I've liked almost all I've heard from Wallfisch so I wasn't surprised to find out he did this one.

So why did I give this review a very baitey title. It became clear as I was watching the fourth, then the inevitable fifth act unfold, that we were, collectively, scraping the barrel on what can be done with Alien. Prometheus and Covenant, beyond the fact that they were garbage movies, were already trying desperately to find new things to do with the concept. Romulus succeeded, for the most part, in finding new ways to twist it into something interesting, something we hadn't seen before (or at least not entirely). And I'm pretty sure that's it.

I don't want more directors to spend months racking their brains to try and find three or more scene setups that haven't already been done in seven main films, two AVP films and countless video games, in order to string them together into a coherent 2 and a half hour flick. I don't think it's impossible, Alvarez clearly demonstrated that he could do it and I'm pretty sure other people could. But why waste so much time, talent and energy on a series that objectively does not need expanding upon?

I know why, it's because the current studio system is allergic to anything that doesn't have brand recognition. But I think it's sad. And I think it would be a lot more gracious to put an end to a franchise after a pretty good film that did all it could to honor its predecessors rather than try to keep squeezing more out of it until it turns into the horror version of Star Wars.

[theconstantsidekick]

i'm here as a hater.

i watched red white and royal blue and i'm here to be a hater.

i was having such a great time on tumblr, looking over people's posts and then i went to letterboxd to leave a review and my fucking god. why are there so many people bashing this film for being a bad adaptation. worse yet, why are they queer?

i understand, trust me, i completely understand loving a piece of media and waiting impatiently with bated breath to watch the adaptation of it into another recognisable medium. i'm a mortal instruments girlie, i'm a last of us girlie, i'm a fault in our stars girlie, i'm a watchmen girlie. i get it. i do. sometimes maybe good, sometimes maybe shit.

but bruv, i am also a person who works in the film industry and you have no fucking clue the amount of effort it takes to make a film let alone a film that's an adaptation of a pre-existing, utterly loved piece of fiction that is revered by so many. and this movie goes one step further. this is a cheesy, cutesy rom-com about a queer couple. how many of those do we even have? no. really. how many hopeful, easy-going, cheesy queer rom-coms have you watched? can you count them on one hand? do you need a google search to remind yourself of them?

this film is a rare commodity and fine, maybe that's not a good enough reason for you to be 'lenient' to it... but it kinda is. no adaptation will be perfect, not really, not for everyone. every piece of media has it's flaws but adaptations most of all. but this film does something that you cannot dismiss simply because your favourite scene wasn't in it. personally i so miss alex's speech before the election results are announced. i miss ellen's powerful and amazing speech when she does win. i miss june, i miss raphael and i miss leo, and the powerpoint presentations and i miss cornbread knowing alex's sins.

but none of that will ever take away from the beauty of being able to sit in front of my laptop and watch the most intimate queer love scene i have ever laid my eyes on. it just won't.

anyway.... i'm rambling. the point that i was trying to make before i got lost in all this, was that you are obviously allowed to hate on the movie but like... be kinder about it? don't hate it because it's not a straight up remake of the book. don't hate it because it's cheesy. idk man, just hate kindly, if possible.

this is a huge step for us.

i don't want the response to this film to seem negative in a way that gives the (already reluctant) studious more reason to not make queer media for queer people, you know?

there will come a time in this life where we can hate and critique queer media without worrying about all this context but we're not there yet?

so i guess, like henry, i'm also asking for y'all patience.

however, whoever fucking said that nick and taylor don't have chemistry can suck my huge ugly metaphorical dick. fuck you. they made me week in the knees.

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Guys, the new year hasn’t started for me yet, I still got a few hours to go but I’ll mine-as-well make this post since I’ll probably go to bed anyways- 😂

First, I’d like to say

WE GOT A NEW BANNER LET’S GOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

HELL YEAH! -I mean it’s just the characters but- HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️‼️

SECOND. I want to show you something AMAZING and that something I’d never expect??

321 FOLLOWERS????

YOU GUYS ARE INSANE THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH MY GOD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It really makes me think how all of you guys really like and appreciate my art, and the fact that so many people encourage me to keep doing it, it brings me to tears! 🥹

Every one of you are the best thing in my life!! The first time I got Tumblr I started in:

March 30?? That’s insane- 💀

And the fact that I’ve improved SO MUCH is just INCREDIBLE!

You wanna see the FIRST drawings of Peppino??

YEAH THAT’S ME I DID THIS-

And you’re telling me that this was in what- THE START OF MARCH?? (Or February I don’t remember-) But this is just the PINNACLE of how much I’ve changed in terms in art style and experience.

I bring this up because I think Tumblr is the REASON why I improved so much! I experimented with brushes (digitally) and I found my brushes!! I learned how to EXAGGERATE AND ACTUALLY DRAW CARTOONY LIKE I’VE WANTED TO FOR SO LONG!!

(And NEVER took an art class. That’s fucking what- 💀 I need to take one I actually need to at this point-)

Also also also- I’ve learned a lot of things! Anatomy, exaggerative expression, stretchy cartooniness, ALL OF THESE ARE JUST- I can’t believe I’ve learned all this because one day I decided: “Maybe I should ACTUALLY get a social media for my art? 🤔” AND I DID IT AND CHANGED MY LIFE‼️‼️‼️

YOU GUYS CHANGED MY LIFE!-

My followers!- My mutuals/friends- I NEED TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL MY MUTUALS, ALL OF YOU 💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

Everything about Tumblr has changed me in SUCH a positive way in not only terms of art but with how many people (TALENTED PEOPLE) I’ve made FRIENDS with AND ACTUALLY got to know!!!

I already said it but you guys are absolutely AMAZING and I just CAN’T FATHAM how much this year has just been a BLAST.

My mutuals:

@noodletime @moon9931 @marclef @margarita-the-pizzeria-worker @lucia-the-mii @lovestryke @lord-yiikes @ijusthavefun @linhfoxmoive @kate-bot @nomlioart @boogiestronic80s @zedortoo @jarroyave4637 @atlaslovesedm @alaskacoolkid1 @remaking-machine @average-amount-of-chaos @cherryxsapphic @dingle-dee @eyeballdrawer @tailsdollsnewlife @radaverse @gongustheawsome01 @fluffygiraffe @qwertykeyboard045 @w00den-h3ad @the-little-knight @oddpizza @misdreavusplush

(OKAY- I may have added some people on here that I think ARE REALLY COOL, I may not talk to you much but I’ve seen you guys like my art and I think ya’ll deserve to be on here 🫶💖✨)

AND IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TELL ME I’M SO SORRY BUT JUST KNOW I LOVE ALL OF YOU THE SAME (Platonically) I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR AND HAVE A GOOD ONE 🎉🎉🎉

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE YOU GUYS MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT 💖💖💖💖