#but I'm properly plotting first this time so it might be a hot minute

[gallifreyshawkeye]

Intro for anyone new, Hiya/Update for anyone from "yon olden days"

The tldr: my kids have brought new joy into old fandom and old hobbies and my older kiddo has asked me to finish the series PROPERLY and make Alec Hardy not sad anymore (😆) and to write Tentoo whump (child, you have NO idea what beast you have unleashed!).

So I have found myself coming back to this blog thanks to my kids after a hiatus of several years due to (partly) said kids taking up an increasing part of life, as they should, on top of everything else. BUT, they are now late elementary and early middle school age and I decided a few months ago it was time to properly introduce Doctor Who to them as a show to watch. So we started properly with Rose and Nine and they were hooked harder than I could have ever hoped. They chose to watch nothing else until they had binged ALL thirteen seasons in about only four months! It was amazing!

It was also really cool to watch it again from as fresh and unbiased a perspective as I think I'm ever going to get. 11 and 9y/o's aren't influenced by other fandom perspectives, I refused to give them any spoilers along the way, and the whole experience was overall just such an unexpectedly refreshing and renewing one I can't put it into words. It's also been fascinating to get their takes. Here are a few:

- Ten is both their favorite Doctor, but Twelve isn't far behind at all, and my 9y/o son has them at almost a tie. In fact, when I asked each of them which Doctor they would want me to write a fanfic about, my son picked Twelve.

- They both haaaaaaaated the hand waving-ness of Moffatt's grand story arc conclusions: the Doctor being brought back by Amy simply remembering him, the soppy/cheesy way Clara got the Time Lords to give Eleven more regenerations, the entirety of Amy's pregnancy, and for that matter River having regenerations simply by being conceived in the TARDIS they never bought into. You should have seen the skeptical looks on their faces when they heard that line given as an explanation! It was quite priceless! And like I said, I gave no spoilers, no personal opinion ahead of time, nothing. I deliberately let them simply watch the show for what it is.

- They both liked Bill and Nardol way more than Clara

- Both were super confused by the the absolute mess of character arc in Chibnall's era. Not so much for the Doctor, they thought she was ok, just kinda bland, but the Master. They were in complete agreement that nothing he did made any sense whatsoever.

- They were in disbelieving shock and over the moon when David Tennant showed back up as Fourteen when Thirteen regenerated, and they were FURIOUS that they were going to have to wait six whole months before the specials came out 😆

As an added bonus, my 11y/o also has become quite the David Tennant fan. They were so devastated when Ten regenerated, they immediately wanted to watch something else DT was in, so in the process of listing things off, I mentioned MAAN as something him and Catherine Tate did together that was non-angsty and even after emphasizing that it was Shakespeare, they still chose to watch it (not that I was complaining! ;) ). They were literally sliding off the couch with laughter at the absolute comedic perfection that is DT and Catherine Tate in MAAN, and it's been all things David Tennant ever since! I got lots of things thrown at me during the course of Broadchurch because of, and I quote, "His stupid sad eyes and his stupid face!" and I have been ordered to write a proper ending that makes him properly happy. So maybe I'll have to dust off the epilogue fic I'd been writing all that time ago and finish it off for good.

Meanwhile, Doctor Who has been rewatched from the beginning nearly all the way through again and is pretty much the only show my son currently chooses to watch besides his favorite Minecraft YouTuber (Grian, for anyone interested and who knows that realm of things).

So it's been in the process of both my children falling into these fandoms as much on their own as it is possible for children their age to do so, that I have found myself back here. It started because I was looking up some of the whump gifsets I made of Ten in the episode 42 to show my 11y/o, and partly as a confession of sorts to them of how deep into the fandom I used to be.

And then the specials came out and there was Fourteen's beautiful face and big sad eyes (yes my 11y/o has a phenomenal point!), and now I've also found myself relistening to all the Eighth Doctor audios, and idk, whatever the combination of reasons I've found a new joy in it all.

And it's all combined to make me feel like I can write again, like something's been freed or been unlocked. I can imagine scenes and character arcs and come up with new characters and revel in meta minutia that will never explicitly make it onto the page but is vital for plot consistency.

I feel like I found part of myself again.

[chiikasevennn]

Ironically Horny

Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): SMUT, 18+, YK THE DRILL 🙄😠 (i hate writing but woowoo x reader/oc writers are not that many and it kills me), ugly writing i did not proofread anything, aphrodisiac, no plot just porn, belly bulge, lmk if I'm missing smth else! Thanks

A/N: guys, idk what i'm doing /srs, so please beware—I might be insane as I wrote this. I'M LOOKING AT YOU. This ain't canon ok? Also, [N. Name] means nickname!! Guys, pls comment....

"Hu… angh!" You clenched the bedsheets abrasively as you realized that indulging feeling kick in your lower belly again.

A bulge continuously vanished and reappeared with each thrust this bastard, Sung Jinwoo, gave you. With a numb mind, you looked at the headboard with your eyes remained moist with tears as the raven haired man ruin you completely with his cock.

He was big. A bit too big.

"Jin'oo, ah… hic," your head attempted to raise but failed and fell flat against the pillow. The sound of his grunting made you weak although you knew this sort of act wasn't romantic at all.

Jinwoo flipped your body, making you view his rock-hard and impressive abs—but he realized that it was completely useless as you clearly couldn't even see it properly as your mind had gone blank long ago because of his relentless pounding.

In the stillness of the night, his rough shoving echoed through your bedroom. Jinwoo watched you cry, you, who was always tough-looking.

Jinwoo traced his fingers along your neck and placed a hickey there. He did it once, twice, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop until he realized he finally came again for the nth time.

So, how did you guys end up like this? Well—

"What the—I-I'm poisoned?" Your displeasure was clear as Jinwoo looked at you, and it appeared that you were looking at your system albeit not visible in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"System said ordinary potions wouldn't work, not to mention, I'm no healer either."

"What?"

You contemplated the words written on the blue screen despite the multiple times you've analyzed it. When new words began to appear and soon you understood, your face went pale.

"[Name]?" Jinwoo had never seen you like this before. He felt a knot of worry twisting in his stomach. It was so unlike you to be this troubled.

"Jinwoo, please kill me."

"What???"

He saw your lifeless eyes, as if you failed to accept something too deep. "Kill me. Living is already humiliating enough."

"What's wrong with you? What did the system say, anyway?"

"I'd…" cheeks burning in mortification, you ended up crouching. "Oh, Lords, this is so fucking embarrassing. The hell." You whispered the last part.

You cursed like a mantara and Jinwoo watched as you slowly lost your mind.

"Just—" he almost sighed. "What does it say?"

"I… I have to…" The other player had never once witnessed you falter with your words nor look as if you wanted to disappear right this instant. "Sex… Do intimate shit. Oh…? …! Fuck, it also told me it's not poison, but an aphrodisiac!"

Jinwoo was speechless.

"... Where in the world am I gonna find a sex partner?"

That was a problem, until he offered himself.

He was just being… helpful.

Your body trembled. Letting out a strangled moan, your eyes began to be coated with tears as you recognized Jinwoo's hot spill inside of you beginning to form.

He was a quick learner, once he grasped how much touching your clit and hitting that sweet spot slightly above pleasured you, he didn't back down. No, not after he was told that possible complications might arise if he didn't help you sooner. Not to mention, there was a time limit. A time limit that he had to cum inside you (he was given 2 hours to spill his seed inside for at least 7 times, just what the fuck?) to cure whatever dilemma that monster had thrown at you. It was ridiculous.

Initially, he didn't think it'd work in one hundred and twenty minutes, but after he'd made you cum and squirt for the first time, God knew how much he wanted you right then and there.

One more to go. Jinwoo pulled you closer to his pelvis, not daring to pull his cock out. Sweat was all over the two of you, but he had no time to stop, for he only had 10 minutes left to finish this.

He unexpectedly stopped his plan momentarily when you whined. What? Had he lost track? Maybe you were starting to get uncomfortable since he'd been rough on you for almost two hours. He should stop—

"Jin'oo…" you sobbed softly. He swore he'd never seen anything so beautiful before. "'t hurts… Hurry… D-don't stop… Please."

He looked down at you like a predator and breathed heavily at the sight of you. He sat up, shoulders broad as he held your waist, his dick twitching inside you. Was he getting worked up? Fuck.

Ablush crept up to his face at your adorable begging, but he knew you were out of consciousness as we speak. If you keep nicely pleading him to fuck you, then he might not be able to stop.

He scrutinized your gorgeous body that he secured in his hold. Jinwoo tried to push his dick deeper to which you cried at—and seeing that bulge on your lower stomach made him slightly (so) proud. It was nice that he could touch something that could stand as a proof that he was inside you.

"You…" He leaned down and kissed your temple. You grabbed his cheek and caught his lips into a deep kiss. Jinwoo wasn't able to help himself but return the gesture with equal reason.

The raven haired man didn't pull away until he felt your breath running out and again, he blushed red as he gazed at your panting situation.

He ruined you in a good way.

"Let's finish this, all right?" He kissed your temple so sweetly. "I'm sorry, I have to go rougher since we only have a few minutes left, but I can't risk any future difficulty happening to you, [N. Name]."

You nodded eagerly, and before you knew it, you were being pounded into oblivion again.

[pinievsev]

Hi it's mee!! Since you always have amazing Ideas for requests, you must be amazing at fulfilling requests too!!

I'd like to request a Hunter from xikers fluff, where reader goes on a first date to the movies with Hunter and they're both nervous in the beginning but then they hit it off and get very cute with each other!!

Thank you in advance and take as much time as you need! Love you 💞💞💞

I have, finally found motivation to write! I hope this does justice to your request! I'm not exactly the best at it, I might disappoint you but I hope you enjoy Love<3! (Could've definitely done a better job on this 😅)

{Requests are open, you can find my masterlist here!}

!!LOUD!!

Pairing: nonidol!Hunter X GN!reader

Warnings: none as far as I know.

Take a shot for every time I say a variation of the word awkward.☠️

☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★

You were telling yourself not to panic, be calm, cool. You can do this! Just be yourse-

Your train of thought was cut short as you tripped on the sidewalk, barely catching yourself last second. The other day you had been asked out on a movie date by you crush!

Yeah, you were happy and excited and all that, but you were, rightfully so, nervous. You stood up properly and checked your phone. 8:15PM. You were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!

You basically ran to the cinema a couple blocks down, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw a very uncomfortable looking hunter outside the cinema glancing around. You mentally slapped yourself and rushed over, apologising over and over "...and I lost track of time and-" he waved his hands Infront of your face, dismissing your apology.

"It's fine! It's okay! I just got here anyway!" He gave you a half smile, you could tell he lied but you nodded, not pushing any further.

"can we just- go inside?". He reached for your hand as you looked for the room you were supposed to be in, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, cliché I know, for a second you felt like you should pull your hand away but you forced yourself not to, instead letting your mind wander. You had let him pick the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.

After a couple minutes of waiting in your sits, your hands awkwardly touching, the lights inside the room finally dimmed and you focused your eyes on the screen.

Your jaw fell open as you saw the movie playing, it was one of your all time favourites! You had watched it so many times and never gotten bored of it. Forgetting the awkwardness moments prior you excitedly turned your head towards him, kind of scaring him.

"W-what-?!" He asked earning a couple of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from the people around you "You like this movie?" You asked, immediately regretting the question. He picked it! Of course he liked it! "Yeah- do you not?! We can always do something else-" "no no! It's actually one of my all time favourites, it's just. Not exactly too known that's why I'm surprised" you explained.

He quickly relaxed, squeezing your hand which you had forgotten was still in his "you scared me!" He whisper yelled this time "Sorry-?" He started at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a wheeze at how tense you looked suddenly.

So, he took it upon himself to help you relax, even though he was tense himself. Throughout the movie you talked about the plot, your favourite characters and even recited some of the lines along with the actors on screen. Laughing whenever someone shushed you.

Towards the end of the movie, you had noticed him turning to look at you quite frequently, your face was flushed red and you thanked whatever higher power was responsible for the darkness inside the room. "Hey.." you turned your head to look at him this time "yeah?" He leaned closer "You're red. Is everything okay?" Dammit. You took in a sharp breath "yep, just a little hot" you made up the stupidest excuse possible.

"yeah, you are." It was barely audible but you heard it, blinking at him repeatedly "wha- what?" "I'll tell you later" he motioned to the screen, turning to focus back on the movie that was mare seconds away from ending. Leaving you sitting there confused and flustered.

Walking out of the cinema you turned your head sharply towards him crossing your arms "Wanna tell me what that was?" He mimicked your actions "but your know what it was?" You narrowed your eyes "do I?" "Mhmmm" he gave you a toothy smile, basically melting you. How can someone he so cute?!

.

You were currently sitting on swings in a park, having lost track of time. You just sat there not swinging or anything you just rested your head on the chain, starting to once again feel awkward.

You felt someone standing behind you so you looked up, You saw Hunter standing over you, looking down at you "are you always this quiet?" "Maybe" you gave him a side smile, you've only been out for a couple of hours but you were starting to warm up to him even more than you already had.

He leaned down, a couple of inches away from your face "Maybe? What kind of answer is that?!" You bumped his shoulder and he laughed "ok no seriously, why are we so quiet?" Your eyes shone as you decide to have some fun "Oh? Well if that's the problem, WHY NOT BE LOUD?!" you asked raising your voice "Shhh, hey hey!" "WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE QUIET?!" "Yeah, not so loud tho!" You smiled satisfied with yourself "OH YEAH?! SORRY I DON'T REALISE" you noticed some windows light up across the street, making your eyes wide "Be quiet!" He warned playfully leaning closer "or what?" You asked not as loudly as you hoped.

Wanna take a guess on what happened next?

If you guessed a kiss, you'd be absolutely correct.

"or that" you tilted your head to the side still looking up at him from the swing you were sat on "I should be loud more often then?" "You can just ask, you know." You stood up and turned to him "can I have another one then?" "Good question. Can you?"now it was your turn to lean over, kissing him instead.

Well, that went better than you were expecting, not complaining or anything!

☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★

[princess-of-the-corner]

how am I having more thoughts on the Cardcaptor!Katsuki thing?

Okay okay some plot notes:

I'm sticking this AU in a weird-ass place! During Katsuki and Izuku's last year of middle school!

So they're not in UA, but this is post-sludge villain so they're a bit weird, Kats is NOT dealing with the trauma well, and Izuku is still training with All Might.

This does mean they're not getting involved in the main plot of bnha yet, but they /can/ run into some characters on the adventures. (Maybe the Heroes are responding to the chaos the Cards make, maybe their future classmates are caught up in said chaos, hell you can toss a villain or two in because some of them might know things about the cards).

Also this is a CC-esque au so similar canon deviations exist. Like Katsuki being transfem but not actually out yet.

Card nonsense kicks off pretty early in.

So I'm imagining that Katsuki is having a Bad Time™ and just wants to be alone for a hot minute. Wanders off during the school day and ends up in some backrooms of the school library. Finds the book with the cards. All the cards except Firey excape(because this one vibes most with her). Kero appears and while Katsuki is like ?????? he gives the plot dump of 'hey! Magic is real! You're destined to deal with this shit!"

Izuku also gets involved because he noticed Katsuki sneaking off, followed like the little fuckin stalker he is, and saw the whole card scattering/Kero infodump thing.

Katsuki and Izuku are in a weird ass place right now because it's post-sludge but pre-ua. So Katsuki is trying to figure out what the fuck is up with Izuku and whether her life is a lie and all that but hasn't really had the push to confront all that. And at first she's pissed at Izuku but Kero is a decent mediator to this situation and it's. it's the first time any kind of adult(as much of an adult as a little cat bear thing is) has kinda. Taken control and firmly but kindly said 'hey knock that shit off' so it's easier for her to really just take a step back and take a breath and actually like. Properly be able to listen to Izuku because again: Kero is saying 'hey the guy was worried about you that's a good thing' instead of 'lmao he's worried about you he thinks you can't handle this show him you can through force!'.

bonus points for Katsuki getting dragged into Izuku's nonsense and finding out 'oh you met mcfucking ALL MIGHT and he's training you as a successor????'. Which. Yeah def spins everything because fuck it All Might is the ultimate authority on right and wrong so if All Might thinks Izuku is a good person worhty of respect Katsuki is switching it up right now. (and feeling guilty for everythig in the past so whoops more of Kero being like 'kid you're FINE!!)

Swinging over to Yue! I mentioned before but he was determined to handle the passing of the torch to a new holder better than the Clow-Sakura transfer he was going in optimistically but GOD he meets Katsuki and is like "THIS??? IS WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH???"

So like. He still does something similar to last time in hiding in plain sight to keep an eye on the new holder. I don't think he'll go full dual personality again because while I love Yukito that's A Lot. But also there's like.... There's not really anyone in Katsuki's life where he could slide in as a 'haha you're not going to question me being here!'.

Which leads to the idea of Yue basically faking being a teacher and is now on the Aldera staff but he's the only sane person in this place and is constantly on the verge of killing his coworkers because holy FUCK how do y'all treat children like this????

All Might gets dragged into this because Izuku has Katsuki meet him and tbh with Izuku helping Katsuki figure out the Card stuff they get into nonsense that's /technically/ vigilantism according to the law but Katsuki is the only one who can deal with the situation.

The actual collecting of the cards happens over that school years so Katsuki has all of them by the time she and Izuku go to UA (and also they're all a bit healthier about things both each other and themselves).

At UA, Katsuki initially tries to keep to just using her Quirk for this shit instead of the cards(though she's become used to using both in tandem). This only works so well beause ofc when bigger threats come out, she's not going to hold back out of some weird 'oh it's not fair to-' no people are in danger she's gonna use everything she has to save them.

So while we don't get someone Eriol-esque crafting situations, the Plot forces her to transform the Cards into her own versions.

[skrunklybf-archived]

𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗;

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝! ❞

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: armin x f!reader

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mdni!! smut!! soft dom/sub dynamics!! corruption kink!! praise kink!!

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: modern au, brief alcohol mention, porn with no plot, nervous virgin armin, lots of praise, pet names, body worship, armin loves tiddies, fucking in someone else's bed, a tiny bit of degrading/humiliation (just barely), fingering, oral (f), premature cumming, stylized lowercase

𝚠𝚌: 2.8k

𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍!!

something that drove you crazy about armin was something you were sure he didn't notice himself; you'd observed it when he talked with all of his friends, when he'd get called on in class, and especially now; with you crawling up his lean form, a playful smile stretched across your face.

his eyes. bright, expressive. truly two big windows into his soul -- and they stared at you, wide and electrified.

they watched you hover over him, watched you lay a palm gently over his soft sweater and against his chest beneath it. you felt his heartbeat. it hammered away, an irregular but heavy rhythm.

"y'nervous?" you cooed, plush thighs encasing him. if you leaned back, you'd feel the bulge in his pants, the slight tremble in his legs. armin swallowed thickly. "maybe, just a little bit..." he managed, but even in the dark of eren's messy bedroom, you saw how his pupils blew wide.

laying on the sidelines, armin's hands fidgeted with the sheet beneath them. gripping and rolling the fabric. they squeezed when you grazed up his neck, swam through his hair and let your breath fan over his face.

"you can touch me," your voice was soft when you lowered your hips to properly sit on his lap, "if you want."

want, want, want. you'd wanted armin for quite some time. so reserved, so kind and well-spoken -- you wanted to see what it'd be like to render him speechless, and it seemed you were well on your way, judging by how he opened and shut his mouth like it'd been flooded by honey.

"is this okay?" you asked next, foreheads touching. some deep ache burned inside with the rock of your pelvis against his. the fact that he's gotten so hard with such minimal contact had you riding a high you didn't want to come down from.

armin nodded, swallowing again.

"i need you to tell me, sweet boy."

he gasped. a tiny, near invisible gasp -- but you drank that in, too.

"this is okay," he mirrored, "i just... i'm not quite sure..." at your sides, his hands hovered, a cross between indecisive and naive. he looked so cute like this: face pink and hot, chest rising and falling harshly, big blue eyes stuck on you.

"y'want me to show you?"

there's so much you wanted to show him.

your hips kept their movement, grinding and rocking so deliciously slow. with his nod, you tsked and ran steady hands down his shoulders, his arms, settling over his own hands and led them to the exposed tops of your thighs. "use your words for me, baby."

"yes," he replied, a bit eager so he dialed it down next, "p-please show me."

but you loved the eagerness. you loved the slight jump his body made when you smoothed his hands up your legs, settling on the fat of your hips. you loved the tentative squeeze he gave you. and you loved the hitch in his breath when you gave him your first "good boy."

kissing him might shut his spinning mind up for a minute, so you busied your lips, gripping his sweater collar. he tasted like the white claw you watched him drink earlier. armin lets out a long breath through his nose. his body relaxed and melted just the slightest bit under you and, for a second, you think you feel his hips nudge up to meet yours. slender fingers gained enough courage to squeeze and play with the squish at your hips and as you worked your tongue around his, they wandered down to pause just at the curve of your spine.

he stopped, he waited. "c-can i--"

"yes. anywhere and everywhere. please touch me, 'min," it came out breathy, but it got the point across, because there's a sense of urgency when armin smoothed his hands across your ass. over the hiked up skirt, over the pretty lacy panties you wore specifically hoping this would happen, his warm hands gripped and gathered handfuls of flesh, groaning just the slightest bit against your lips at his accomplishment. and just like that, he's drawn deeper; licking into your mouth, squeezing like you're simply a stress ball and he's overworked. you hummed in delight.

shedding armin of his sweater and you of your ribbed top was only scratching the surface. he was back to watching, staring as the pitifully short skirt fell to the ground and pooled around your feet. he sat on the edge of eren's bed, clad in boxer briefs that had grown exponentially tight.

the forgotten party droned on down the hall, but behind the locked door, you were in your own little world.

you drew closer, saddling up between parted knees and resting your hands on his bare shoulders. armin's body was surprisingly toned, you noted immediately, admiring the peaks and valleys provided by every bump of muscle under his skin. the way he gazed up at you was mesmerizing. through long lashes, he fixed onto you, careful to catch and savor every twitch of the lip or blink of half-lidded eyes. the blonde let his hands settle over the back of your thighs.

"i want you to take this off for me. can y'do that, pretty boy?" you gestured to your bra, and he nodded, but quickly caught himself, already playing into this little game you created. "yes, of course, anything you want." his voice was no longer shaky -- instead, a certain excitement spurred him on. so attentive, so eager. you let yourself smile down at him as he fiddled with the clasps behind your back. the bra joined your other belongings on the floor, and those eyes were back again. inquisitive, cerulean eyes scanned over your body like this would be the last time they'd be able to take it in.

it was so easy to tell when armin got flustered. he pulled you into him, hands now splayed across your lower back, and laid his forehead against your tummy. tiny pecks peppered your soft skin. "you're so beautiful," he whispered meekly, "so, so beautiful, fuck."

you giggled, raking nails across his scalp. "such a sweet boy. you're doing so good, baby."

grasping with a feather light hold, you guided his hands up to cup your tits, hanging invitingly inches from his face. armin fanned his thumbs over your nipples, watching your face so closely for any reaction -- and a small, pleased groan escaped his throat once your brow furrowed up into a look of approval. "they're sensitive," you offered, gasping a little when he pinches the hardening nubs. he nodded attentively and let his gaze fall from your face to focus on his work.

"can i use my mouth?"

the question startled you, but the initial surprise melted away with how desperate it sounded. your thighs squeezed together. "please," was your reply, and your hand knotted into the back of his hair to guide him forward, but it wasn't needed. armin kissed across each swell of flesh, nearly nuzzling into your soft, pillowy skin. he licked a wide stripe over one nipple, leaving you with a shiver as it hardened even more under his touch. your body felt hyper-reactive; the hormones and arousal were near palpable in the heavy air around you both.

armin grew bolder with every lick, coating your nipples in warm sticky saliva. he pressed your tits together, squeezing them and kneading them without guidance. the low moans fed to him were more than enough encouragement. "feels so good-- such a good boy, armin." you pet his hair as he sucked, knocking your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. warm hands moved down to grip your ass and, as you shifted, your leg brushed against the needy bulge between his legs, reminding you just how ready his body was.

"i love this," he breathed, hot air fanning over your slickened chest, "i love your body, i love how soft you are." he spoke fast, like he needed to get it out quickly before latching onto a nipple again, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over and over in a focused circle. need throbbed in your panties in key with your heartbeat. "you like sucking on my tits, hm?" you cooed, taking note of the low groan he emitted against your skin, and you deviously brushed your leg against his clothed cock again, "you're so hard, baby. i've barely even touched you."

armin let your tit fall from his mouth and uttered a moan when you circled your fingers around his dick. even through his briefs you could feel how thick he is. his cock twitched, his breath hitched. a small wet patch had already formed over the leaky tip inside.

his hand caught your wrist, firm, but not forceful, as he guided your arms back to your sides. armin squeezed your hands.

"i'll be honest, i'm not gonna last. s-so i'd rather touch you more, before..." his eyes flickered down to his lap for a moment, "if that's okay."

your heart swelled. how sweet, how... innocent. you knew armin would be a cautious lay, but this was something else; an angelic quality seemed to glow off of his pinked cheeks. you smiled, reaching up to graze a thumb over his cheekbone.

"so cute... you wanna play with my pussy before i make you cum?"

every dirty word you spoke made him shiver, but he nodded, big blue eyes blinking up at you. it was hard not to kiss him, to try and taste some of that sweetness from his tongue, but he needed to follow the rules. you hummed, looking at him expectantly.

"yes, please," he almost whispered.

"please what, baby?"

"please... let me touch you, let me feel you."

satisfied, you obliged to his request after claiming only a few pecks, and laid yourself back on the bed. that's when you were reminded you were indeed in someone else's room -- eren's sheets smelled like him, musky and masculine and intoxicating.

it was armin's turn to hover over you. he kissed along your tummy, taking an eternity and a half, only to ghost over your panties and spread his attention to your thighs. kisses, tiny nibbles; his eyes laid closed, expression rather peaceful. your tummy stirred noticing how lost he became in his affections. "so soft," he mumbled against your thigh, "you're so perfect, angel."

as much as you loved flustering the blonde, it was so easy for him to stir things in you as well. his gentle voice floated around the room and lulled you against the plush comforter.

"such a sweet boy," you reached between your legs to cradle his jaw -- armin kept his cheek pressed against your thigh, watching with a glimmer in his eye as you praised him, "you're so good f'me, baby. wanna see how good you make me feel?"

armin followed your hand, watched as you pulled your underwear to the side and slid a nimble finger through your slick folds. it glided through with that familiar wet, erotic sound you knew armin probably wasn't too acquainted with. he looked struck, hypnotized as you played with yourself in front of him, slipping a finger into your needy hole with a tiny mewl. "o-oh, fuck," he muttered, inching closer. you pulled your finger out and, cheekily, held it up between armin and your cunt.

armin slid the digit between his lips, swirling his tongue and lightly sucking the juices off with a barely audible pop.

your stomach did somersaults.

"y'wanna taste for yourself?"

"can i?"

this little habit of asking for permission made you swoon. whether it was from his general kind nature, or inexperience, or this little dynamic you had going, you weren't sure -- any which way, it made you feel your heartbeat in your panties.

"you wanna eat my pussy, 'min?" your legs butterflied out even farther, putting on a display as finger pads worked against your clit, "lick me, taste me. maybe you can make me cum."

armin licked his lips, hips pressing into the mattress.

soon, he was working a careful finger inside your fluttering hole, cheeks absolutely burning away with every noise you made. "that's it, baby. one more finger," your head had settled against the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted to offer guidance and praise. he was doing so well -- a bit cautious, but your clit was aching and your skin was on fire. armin was an avid listener. he added another digit, easing them in and out with little squelches.

"like that?" he kissed your thigh. the soft pillows became something of a comfort for him.

you agreed, grinding down on his hand. you'd have to apologize to eren later; there was undoubtedly a growing wet spot on his blanket. the briefest thought of having that conversation with the man was dashed away as quickly as it came, however, when a hot, deliciously wet sensation fell over your lips: armin lapped away at your clit, tongue wide and firm as he licked into you. he ate you like one would savor a melting ice cream cone, sucking up the mixture of spit and arousal as it ran down onto the blanket.

"f-fuck, just like that." an involuntary loud moan leaked from your chest. "hah-- just like that-- oh, my god," if your legs could spread any wider, you'd be cracked in half -- with the addition of your delectable moans, armin buried his face further into you. he slurped over your aching nub, switching between flicking and broad stripes. the sensation made your tummy tense.

you could feel him press into the mattress. every time you gasped, he'd grind down; every moan, every discarded word, armin reacted in stride, even groaning into your pussy like he couldn't control it. your orgasm built so steadily as he made out with your cunt. messy, sloppy, slippery.

armin curled his fingers and pulled a yelp right out of you. "fuck, keep doing that-- f-fuck, you're g'na make me cum--" your hand worked on its own to grasp at the back of his head. all you wanted was more, more, more; if he minded having you grind against and hump his face, he didn't show it at all, because armin eagerly licked and sucked and fucked his fingers into your needy hole, his pace building as fast as his confidence.

and you came undone on his tongue, a mess of lewd moans and quick breaths. vibrations from rather desperate sounding groans rocked against your center, but you couldn't scrounge up the brainpower to decipher them, too busy sucking and spasming around his fingers. "s'good, s'good-- ah!--" you squeaked, his face flush against your sticky core.

after a few more moments and kitten licks, you peered down your heaving chest to spy armin sucking your cum off his fingers. his face was shiny, slicked from nose to chin, a sense of pride clearly visible through the sheen. "did i do good, angel? i felt you cum, on my fingers." he asked. a tiny laugh slipped from your lips between deep, settling breaths.

armin, so sweet, so eager for praise.

"c'mere, kiss me."

and he did, crawling up your form and wiping his face before kissing you. the slight tangy taste was all over his lips, everywhere in his mouth.

you wondered briefly if eren had a clean towel anywhere in the room.

idly, with his lips on yours, you reached between your bodies to palm at his crotch -- but he stopped you, once again. a slight chuckle, "i, um... i already finished..." he admitted sheepishly. the wet patch you had noticed before had grown exponentially, dark and warm from his own arousal. "i-i'm sorry. i just really liked doing that, and you sound so... so nice, and when you came--"

you kissed him. gentle, but firm enough that it lasted through a pleased smile. "don't be sorry baby," your hands instead found his hair, so soft between your fingers, and you sighed dreamily against his lips, "you came from eating me out. do you know how cute that is? besides, there's always next time." peck. "if you want."

armin grinned, too, feeling a little like the wind was knocked out of him in all the giddiness.

"yes, please."

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 9/27/22

pretty bad fatigue week! fewer in depth breakdowns of media, more naps

listening Faster Gun by Little Big Town, found through chase @pasta-pardner 's incredible bounty-hunters-to-lovers playlist. this is. hm. what is this. bluesier than is currently fashionable country? not meant as a dunk on the song, which i have had on loop for days, there's a very early twenty teens quality about the mix. what the fuck do i mean by that? fuck if i know!

honorary shoutout to the line "Put another bullet in the chamber with your smile" bc that's gotta be like twenty fic titles. if not i have a new mission.

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reading pinging off a lotta stuff, which is not the fault of any of the works and more that i am unable to settle and concentrate on any one singular thing for longer than about four minutes.

luckily, i have read this article, which details the practice of sending your local boutique owner a bunch of links to the shit you want and then she places the shein order for you and you go pick it up at the store.

this is absolutely fucking fascinating to me. it is not detailed very well how/why/if they handle the infamously gnarly returns process as well? i also wish the article went into more depth about Why this is so successful, other than "uhhhhh online sales in Mexico are low for uhhhhhh...cash? reasons? haveyouthoughtaboutinvestinginalastmiledeliverycompany"

Both Sandon and the Précomas’ boutiques offer the same prices that users might find on the official app. The way they make a profit is by making the most out of the gamified discount system Shein offers its online customers. “The more items you buy on Shein, the better discounts you get and the more points you earn to exchange for other discounts,” Guarneros said.

we do gotta hand it to them and i do fully support these women leveraging their network of friends from previous pyramid schemes like avon and tupperware in order to make bank by gaming the fuck out of predatory gamified discount systems

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watching the unbearable weight of massive talent (2022, dir Gormican)

now, is this movie sucking itself off a lot? yes, almost constantly. however, i had fun watching it. i feel like nick cage The Guy is probably pretty chill and has a good sense of humor in order to agree to do this movie

i like pedro pascal The Guy very much and as an actor (one of the rare actors where i'm like "that's a hot guy! also, i'm extremely horny for him!" as opposed to a lot of actors that i do think are pretty [daniel craig, etc] but don't necessarily want to fuck) anyway it feels like pascal had a ton of fun making this. are we slowly returning to the tight ninety-minute movie???? i would have watched ninety minutes of cage and pascal riffing off each other. the plot in this thing was superfluous tbh

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playing fallow week

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making stock! i have two batches actually bc i inherited a bunch of stock fixins from the good roommate, who properly roasted the bones and saved the skin and everything so the first batch is really gorgeous and dark and glittering with fat. i skimmed some of the fat off but not all, bc the stuff i make never requires perfect crystal clear broth and i like fat. i did do the cheesecloth straining thing tho.

also feat. a whole bunch of my landlady's herbs (which have not had a very good time this summer) and an entire four-year-old bottle of bay leaves. can't hurt yanno. plus a parmesan rind from the aforementioned roommate. all items pictured here before transformation into stock

the second batch is still on the stove as i write this, with somewhat fewer herbs and no bay leaf, but smells just as good. tastes slightly less good so i think roasting the cleaned bones or whatever the fuck she did to them really does make a difference, bc i fully just plopped a chicken carcass in the freezer after i finished getting most of the meat off it and gave it no more effort than that. HATE having to do more work to get a better quality final product!!!

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

can you tell us about 1. Lethe?

Ask me about my WIPs game

Lethe <3333 Lethe is my baby. My main WIP right now. My current life project.

It all started with me complaining about how there aren't enough Marauders dark fics. So some people, mainly Holli @heartofspells (who also helped name the fic <3) and Britt @fonkeloog dared me to write one myself, and it escalated from there.

It's a Jegulus (+ minor Wolfstar) multi-chapter darkfic set post-FWW where Voldemort wins the war. Right now I'm nearing 70K with it. I plan on starting to post it soon, but there are a few plot points I want to reach first so I can post all the chapters at once, then update as I go.

Here's a small snippet from one of the latest chapters:

“I’m afraid the one over your eye might scar. We will have to see.”

He looks actually worried. It makes something hot and angry bubble up inside James’ chest, even as he watches Regulus turn to Kreacher when the elf appears behind him. He picks up two vials from the silver tray in his hands and pours them both into a small ceramic mug, mixing it with the water inside.

“This is for the wounds in your mouth, hold it in for a minute before you swallow,” he says as he hands him the mug, before reaching back to the tray to pick up another bottle, “and this is a pain relief potion. Remind me to also get--”

“You’re awfully worried for someone who has done much worse since we have arrived here.”

Regulus pauses mid motion, the words dying on the tip of his tongue. He looks over to properly meet James’ eyes, taking a moment to really look at him for the first time. There is something a little stunned in his gaze at first, like he was not expecting the attack, but it’s quickly replaced by a sombre dullness the more he keeps looking. It’s probably a little harsher than he deserves, and maybe it’s the burning pain on James’ face that’s pushing him to be so aggressive, but he can not bring himself to care at the moment.

[lilacte]

#PegHawks2020

Pairings: Hawks x Reader

Summary: You peg Hawks. That's it. That's the plot.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: smut (18+), dom!reader, sub!hawks, pegging, sex toys, anal fingering, dirty talk, light bondage(?), edging, overstimulation, plot i guess (if you squint)

A/N: My first submission for @bnhabookclub's Bingo Event! Thank you to @honeytama and @dragonhrte for beta-reading my fic! Also huge thanks to my wife @royal-after-dark for helping me so much with my fic.

Taglist: @royal-after-dark @mrs-takami-keigo @keigod @shoutogepi @gr0vndz3ro @honeytama​

The first time Hawks met you, his heart hammered so loudly that it felt like it was going to burst in his chest. Your eyes gazed at him with such cold sharpness that he can't help but swallow the lump forming in his throat. You were (Y/N)(L/N), a Pro-Hero just like him. You regarded him with cold disposition and barely spared him a glance, not even a word spoken to him. 

Maybe that's what sparked his interest in you. 

The next time he saw you was at a high-end bar. You were in the V.I.P section, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends, sitting on the plush sofa while sipping on your drink as your eyes dragged around the dancefloor in boredom. And then your eyes met his, and Hawks felt his blood rushing to his groin when you eyed him up and down erotically. A few hours later, Hawks was pinned harshly against the wall as both of you reached your hotel room. Your lips against his neck, causing frenzy to seize his veins, your bright red lipstick staining his skin. The next day Hawks woke up in your hotel room without you beside him anymore.

You left your phone number on the nightstand, though.

Three months later, you started dating. It's been six months into the relationship when you brought up the idea of pegging. Hawks humored the idea, confident that he could do it.

He really, really wants to impress you.

That was why he was in his apartment right now, on all fours and naked, facing the mirror as you prod two lubed fingers in his hole. At first, it stung a bit, still unsure about the odd sensation he was feeling. Your fingers slide in, your movements slow at first to help him relax. 

"Do you feel alright, Hawks?" You ask, tone soft yet reserved.

"I can barely feel anything, babe. This is nothing I can't handle. Ah-"

Hawks jolts when he feels you push your fingers deep inside of him, hitting the right spot. A traitorous moan escapes his lips as your fingers teased his prostate.

"Oh? Are you sure? It sounded like you enjoyed that one, Hawks." Glancing at the mirror in front of him, Hawks meets your heated gaze, cheeks coloring with embarrassment as your lips twist in a smug grin.

"I-Is that the best you can do, babe?" Hawks exhales, voice starting to tremble as your fingers move faster inside of him. 

"You're taking my fingers so well, baby bird. Such a dirty little slut for me, hmm?" you taunt as you add in a third lubed finger in his hole, and Hawks involuntarily clenches around your fingers as you continue to pump inside of him, teasing his insides.

"So tight just for me. I can't wait to fuck you, Hawks." You murmur. Your free hand travels to the underside of his dick, knuckles ghosting his skin, and he melts at the feeling. His cock becomes uncomfortably hard between his thighs, and he whines, aching for you to give it attention.

"Ngh. Fuck-" Hawks shudders, arms gripping the carpet as your fingers spread inside of him, scissoring up and down, stretching him so much and sending jolts of tension throughout his body. 

"Do you think you're ready for my cock, pretty bird?" 

Hawks nods eagerly, and you gently withdraw your fingers from his hole, satisfied, and Hawks whines at the loss of your fingers. 

Hawks sits down properly on his knees, and you undress in front of him, unbuttoning your white blouse. Hawks admires your naked body, and you give him a small smirk as you go behind him.

"I'll tie you up now. Tell me if it hurts." You whisper in his ear, so softly that it sends tremors of pleasure tickling down his spine.

"That's easy stuff. I can handle it." 

Grabbing both his wrists, you place them behind him, tying them firmly with your white blouse. You stand up, putting the harness around your hips, and Hawks stares at your bright red, huge cock that hangs in front of it. 

Smiling sweetly at him, you say, "Come on, now. This cock isn't going to suck itself." 

He snickers, golden eyes staring back at you arrogantly.  

"Don't make me laugh, chickadee. This will be a piece of cake." 

Hawks tongue glides over your cock, from base to tip. He stares up into your eyes as he finally wraps his lips around your dick, cheeks hollowing as he sinks to take in your length, saliva pooling against his tongue and coating it. His head bobs up and down your cock, taking his time with it.

"Look at you, such a whore for mommy's cock, getting it nice and ready for that tight little hole of yours." You grab onto his blond strands harshly, and with a small smirk, you force him down deeper until he's gagging on your cock. 

"Keep your eyes on me, my pretty bird." His golden eyes stare up to you, and you can't help but purr in delight as unshed tears start to form in his eyes. His moans are muffled as you continue to guide him by the hair, soft choking sounds like music to your ears. 

"You look so good on your knees like that." You murmur, bucking your hips faster. Hawks can barely breathe, throat constricted around your dick, cheeks reddening as he chokes on your strap-on. With his hands tied behind him, he can't do anything but let you have your way with him. Strings of saliva spill from the corners of his mouth, dribbling down to his chest. 

After a few more minutes, you stop your thrusts, pulling him away from your cock, and Hawks can finally breathe, jaw burning as he sucks in as much air as possible. Your fingers cup his cheeks, tracing his wet lips with your thumb, admiring his reddened state.

"What an undignified look you have." You mock.

"Stand up and lay on the bed on your stomach." Hawks does what you tell him to eagerly, his face buried into the pillow. You kneel behind him, hands finding their way to his hips, and position him with his ass up in the air, adding a pillow to support his body. You position the tip of your large red dildo onto his already drenched hole and add more lube before you slowly slide your silicone cock into him.

"F-Fuck, that feels good." Hawks hisses, tugging at his restraints as you stretch his walls. 

You set a slow, steady pace as you fill him up.

"Look at you, pretty bird. Taking it so well already." You hum appreciatively, fingers digging deep into his skin as your hips rock against him, and his vermillion wings flutter excitedly at the comment.

Hawks bites into the pillow as your dick slides in and out of him, stirring his gummy walls and friction building up inside of him. You hover above Hawks, hand settling on either side of his head. His back arches as your cock prods at his prostate.

"You like me fucking you like this, Hawks? Tell mommy how much you like it." You inch close to him, your hot breath fanning his ear.

"Ngh! V-Very much. Give me more, mommy~" Hawks desperately pushes back against your cock, face flushed so red in arousal. You adjust your position, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, driving Hawks insanely.

"Fuck! P-Please, m-mommy. I'm going to come!" Anticipation builds in his lower belly, euphoria surging red hot in his veins—a few more thrusts into him, and his orgasm tears through him. Hawks pants harshly, face twisting with absolute bliss. 

You smack his ass harshly and Hawks yelps in response, lifting his head up to eye you through the mirror.

"W-what?" Hawks asks, eyes still hazy as his orgasm settles in his body. You let out a displeased sigh, running a hand through your hair as you eye Hawks' reflection.

"I never said you could come, Hawks," Your lips curl up in a wicked grin, eyes glinting maliciously before your hands grab onto his wings.

"Now, you need to be punished." Using his wings as support, you rock your hips into him, this time, at a much rougher pace.

You don't let Hawks cum.

Every time Hawks was close, you always pulled out, not giving him the sweet release he desperately wanted. By now, he was just a jumbled mess. The words spilling out of his mouth are a disarray of incoherencies. His choked sobs were like aphrodisiac to your ears and that you can't help but want to torture him more.

"Hnn… ah! Too… hng! Ah!! Deep, hnn. Ah!" Hawks gasps at the overwhelming sensation, ragged breaths leaving his lips as you slam into him mercilessly. His body feels achingly sore, yet the pleasure is so overwhelmingly powerful that he can't help but beg for more.

"You were all talk, baby. Now you can't even say a word. Who knew you liked to be fucked like this? What would others think about you when they found out, hmm?" You snicker condescendingly.

It was all too much. It was so good it hurt.

"Too much! I want to cum, mommy! Please let me cum! I'll be your good little fuck hole from now on!" Hawks cries out, tears streaming down his cheeks and saliva dribbling down his chin. His hands pull at the makeshift restraints, itching to grab onto something as his body jerks from your relentless thrusts.

"Beg for it like the whore you are then." You purr, burying yourself into him as deep as you can, your pace unrelenting. Hawks jaw slacks open, breathless moans escaping his mouth, tongue lolling out of his face, mind going haywire as you hit the right spots inside him. His neglected cock aches between his legs, loads of his pre-cum leaking out. With all of his might, Hawks breaks free from the makeshift handcuffs, the fabric ripping away, his hands immediately flying in front of him to grasp the sheets.

Your arms leave their hold on his wings, one hand snaking around his waist and the other wrapping around the base of his cock. His cock twitches in your grasp, and he gasps, eyes rolling the back of his head as you pump him up and down, circling his tip, and fucking him from behind.

Everything was so overwhelmingly good and Hawks can barely breathe.

"Let me hear your scream, my pretty bird." 

"Ah, ngh! So… good! I'm a whore for your cock! Mommy's cock is so good! Mommy!" Hawks cries out breathlessly, his mind is blank from the numbing pleasure, all rational thoughts leaving his head.

You let out a chuckle, deciding that you've tortured Hawks long enough. Your hips rut into him at a faster pace, your hand wrapped around his shaft, doing the same.

"Come for me then, pretty bird." 

A pleased guttural moan escapes Hawks' lips as he finally comes, body trembling as rivulets of his seed drips down his cock and in your hands and on the bedsheets. Hawks lifts his head, meeting your heated stare through the mirror, and he gives you a dazed grin. Face so flushed with the trails of tears running down his face and viscous strings of saliva running down his chin.

His body trembles from his orgasm, wings twitching with delight, and before long, his body goes limp in your arms. 

"Hawks?" you question, shaking him slightly in your arms. When he doesn't move, you release your hold on Hawks, setting him down onto the mattress face first. You grip onto his hips softly as you pull your cock out from his used hole. You remove the harness, placing it down on the floor. You leave the room and come back moments later with a damp cloth and new clothes. You let out a sigh as you survey Hawks' worn-out features. 

"I think I was too rough on you. Sorry." You whisper as you clean him up.

Before you leave Hawks' apartment, you give him a chaste kiss on the cheeks and cover his body with a blanket.

.

The next day Hawks arrived at a Hero meeting, limping so badly and so very achingly sore. When he entered the room, everyone saw how the winged-hero staggered, intrigued at what happened to him.

"What… happened to you, Hawks?" Endeavor asks, tone cold with a hint of curiosity.

"Had a... nasty fight… with a villain." Hawks lamely replies to which Endeavour simply nods, believing it before changing the subject to the meeting. Hawks looks around the room and spots you talking to Miruko.

Feeling his eyes linger on you, you turn to look at him, a sly smirk graces your lips as you eyed him up and down before flashing him a wink.

Hawks legs gave in at that moment.

[shutterbug2012]

Ladies and gentlemen and non-binary readers, friends and foes, strangers, lovers and exes, the time has come for... THE! FINAL! CURSED! EURO! REPORT!!! (😢)

🇮🇹 ITALIAAAAAAAAAA 🇮🇹 is the ⚽️ Euro 2020 Champion!!!🏆

What an entertaining match!!! (and I can say this confidently as I've actually watched it this time hehe!)

England scored a goal in the first 2 minutes, which was 😮😮😮😮. This clearly destabilized the Italians, who had a hard time getting their head into the game, until minute '67 when they scored - making the game 1-1 until the end of extra time, thus having the game going into penalty shoot-out.

The 💦 tension 💦 was then at its 👏HIGHEST 👊 !!! After 120 minutes of running around in tight shorts, manhandling one another, falling over each other, touching each other, yelling (affectionately) at each others, the players only wanted one thing: 💦 RELEASE 💦 !!! To WIN!!! To be able to finally celebrate by topping one another, straddling on another, yadi yadi yada. And to be able to 💦COME 💦 to a conclusion, each team had to pick their 5 players with the best talent for juggling balls, the most stamina and the best focus to execute what was required of them: PUT IT IN!!!👉👌 It turned out that the Italian players were more experienced in that department and are really good at scoring, and thus won the game.

I'm gonna let tumblr recap the "football is gay" discourse for me:

Ngl, I enjoyed the match because we got to look at some fine specimens, starting with Gareth, who looked pretty good in his suit 🥵, and some of the English players including Trippier, Grealish, Henderson and your boy Kane... I was watching them like 👀👀👀wondering which one of them is more likely to receive a DM from Drunk!Louis trying to flirt hahaha. Also anytime I saw Marcus Rashford I could only think of that stupid Fish Fingers Butty Sandwich 😔Louis what are you doing to my brain.

What else is there to say.... I went over to England's twitter and the thirst posts are long gone (still taking note of this one, sent before the match, "Taking it all in. A big night ahead!" 😏 and this one, mid-game: "One more push" 😏).

About Louis... we got some WONDERFUL footage of SILVER FOX LOUIS TOMLINSON, with a new haircut, saying "It's coming home" (😬) with what Val says is a new jacket that was probably a gift.... 🥺(we're making this up but still 🥺) He was maybe at Wembley but content was sparse so no confirmation. But the 2 seconds we got gave me life because he looked so good!!! But I'm already grieving the longer locks because he also looked so good???? Louis Tomlinson needs to stop being so damn pretty, it's annoying.

Some of you might recall this anon I had last week that said this (among other cute and cursed things), and the tags that I included in my answer:

So... Louis being the literal sun, the center of the universe, the only reason that the human race still exists, I have no choice but to conclude that LOUIS CAUSED THE DEMISE OF THE ENGLISH NATIONAL FOOTBALL TEAM BY NOT HAVING GOOD LUCK SEX THAT MORNING!!!! THERE IS NO OTHER POSSIBLE EXPLANATION, AT LEAST NONE AS HIGHLY SCIENTIFIC!! IT IS WHAT IT IS. Mr. O failed L and thus the whole nation of England... which could confirm that Mr. O is French and has been plotting this since the beginning of the cup, because he's still sour about the France-England wars of centuries ago 🤔

In any case, we know Louis is probably grieving the result now, I hope he's taking the time he needs to get over the rollercoaster of emotions that it must have been for the English people, who thought they could say "Brexit" and "Euro 2020 champion" in the same breath. LOL.

BUT!!! Now that that's over, he can properly focus on new music!!! I know he probably prefers looking at 11 hot men running around in shorts, but now he can turn his attention to his ever devoted Louies, who have thrown themselves into the football euphoria and even cheered for England for his sake, because there's nothing we wouldn't do for him. But we have already turned the page and are now collectively clowning on 369 date theories, so! Vas happening!!!

England says they will be back, and the good news is that the World Cup 2022 is right around the corner, happening in Dubai in the Fall 2022!!! So!!! Louis' football jerseys won't be taking the dust for long. 😌And his footballer boyfriend can be home for a while and comfort him in these trying times and give him all the **** *** **** ******* ****** ***** ****** he needs. That's all we want 😌.

I will make a recap of the reports once this one is published. But to conclude these last weeks, let me take the words of Daddy Gareth and apply it to me, you, our dear readers, everyone who enjoyed these stupid reports, which I loved writing: “They’ve got an incredible spirit. They’ve loved each other’s company. They’ve loved the adventure.”

Adieu,

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Thank you Gareth Girl for your incredible service these past few weeks <333

[cherrygorilla]

Time for me to be nosy as heck for the fanfic author thing! Hope you don't mind if I ask a lot like you did to me! Here you are: 4, 5, 6, 7, 14, 17, 20, 21, 22, 24, 25, 27, 29, 30, 31, 33, 34, 35, 37, 40 A bunch are the same ones you asked me, but I'm really curious as to what your answers would be. If there's anything you'd like to answer that I didn't ask you, then feel free to add it on if you feel up to it! 💖

Okay, I'm known to ramble at the best of times but I really ran away with myself here. You may want to grab a snack or something first; it's hella long. You've been warned! 

4. What made you start writing fanfiction? 

When I was like 11/12 I was obsessed with the musical Starlight Express and after trying to google just about everything I could about it I think I stumbled across some fanfiction for it. Well, instantly my little english-class-loving brain grabbed this concept and ran with it. I remember writing my own stories in this cheap little notebook I would hide in my bedside table drawer and it was around this time that TBM came out, so naturally I decided to see if that had any fanfiction too. Turns out it did, and significantly more than Starlight Express might I add, so my creativity ran away with itself and next thing I knew I was setting up my own account and getting properly involved this time. And I guess, as they say, the rest is history... 

5. Favourite pairing?��

This is pretty tricky for me. Most of the pairings that I have set up are littered with little flaws and things that make them more interesting to write about (and hopefully read about lol) and more realistic. And the already established pairings that I use (i.e. Mack & Brady in old stories or Lela & Tanner) just feel too bland for me to really connect with them, which is probably why I always struggle so much to write for them. I suppose Lela & Tanner can be cute, or at least their potential is; I don't feel like the movies did them justice lol. But for my stuff, at the moment I just feel so out of practice with writing and at such an early stage in the story with Wheels and Waves that I'm not really attached to any of the pairings yet. And besides, the only one I've really established so far is Butchy & Giggles, but if you've read my last chapter then you'll know that that's not exactly doing so hot atm. So, since I can pick holes and find flaws in everyone's relationships too much to pick a favourite, I think I'll pick one I'm excited about that has some of the biggest flaws imaginable: Coral & Hyde. And that's all I'm going to say. Unless you're curious, then ask away lmao. 

6. Least favourite pairing? 

Okay, I may be a bit controversial here- Actually, this is probably really controversial judging by some of the reviews on my old stories that I was just reading. But I don't really like Mack & Brady… Hear me out! Maybe it's just because I haven't watched the movies for ages and I haven't been thinking about them writing-wise since I abandoned my old stuff but they just seem really bland to me. Don't get me wrong, they're super sweet, but I like giving my characters a bit of grit to work with and make them a little more interesting beneath their 'perfect movie character in an idyllic world' surface and I just could never seem to do that with Mack & Brady. I could never manage to give them any depth and because of that I feel like I just grew to resent them haha. Other people can write for them much better than I can, let's just put it that way. Apart from them though, non-canon-wise in my stories it's got to be Butchy & Coral. Hands down. Honestly, what was I thinking? It was cringey. It was basic. And I think because of it Coral became super one-dimensional and kept losing her way as a character because my whole focus was trying to get them to work as a couple. Spoiler alert: they don't. And since I ditched them I think I was really able to get her to come into her own and develop a much more interesting, albeit worse, side of her.

7. Favourite type of au? 

This is probably going to be a quick one because I don't do a lot of au stuff but modern day/high school aus are always a lot of fun. I feel like TBM2 could have done so much cool stuff with that premise but then they went and dumbed down all the characters and really ruined their chance but I think the concept in general is so cute. I'm actually working on something in this vein for my sims blog, but that's not what we're talking about so let's move on. 

14. Do the people in your life know you write fic? How do they feel about it?

 Nope. I haven't ever mentioned it to my family because I just don't think that they'd 'get' it. I think I mentioned it to one of my best friends ages ago because she also read/casually wrote fanfics but I don't think that she still knows that I've kept it up; she probably just assumes that it was something we both just did when we were 13/14. So they don't really think anything of it; they don't know and probably never will lol. So I just struggle over chapters and ideas and things by myself. 

17. What's the harshest criticism you've ever gotten on a fic? 

To be honest, I don't think that I've ever really had any super harsh criticism. None that I can remember, anyway. I was reading through the reviews on one story recently and someone told me that I should work on my dialogue for Mack & Brady because it wasn't true enough to their characters and tbh they probably weren't wrong. That's barely criticism but it was the closest that I could find to it in my five minutes of looking and nothing else stood out in my memory so I guess that's what I'll go with. I know that probably sounds super cocky like "omg i'm amazing i never get any criticism from anyone because i'm amazingggg!!!1!!" but honestly all the reviews on my old stuff were just people being nice to me because I was friendly to them and I get next to no reviews on my current stuff, so there's no real opportunity for criticism if there's no interaction in the first place lmao. 

20. What's your biggest struggle when it comes to writing fic? 

Actually finding the time to write it when I have uni work, family life, stuff with friends and a somewhat healthy sleep schedule to balance as well. I just don't have enough hours in a day. Besides that, when it actually comes to writing I guess I find it hard to stick solely to ideas that progress the plot. I've been trying to work on that a lot more lately and be more ruthless with my planning but sometimes I just get inspired by something fun and in sheer creative desperation I just wedge it into the plot somewhere. And I think that for the reader's sake I need to stop doing this. 

21. Your biggest strength? 

I don't know if this is what anyone else would consider my biggest strength but I personally really like the way that I can develop the characters beyond what little personality we get to see in the movies. I love working on their story arcs and experimenting with how they 'exist' in my head, like finding out who the quiet souls are, who the loud mouths are and why they act like that. From the snippets we actually see of them in the movies and how basic they are, I'm pretty proud of the characters I've rounded them into in my stories; they feel a lot more real now, to me at least. 

22. Which do you do more: read fic or write fic? 

I know it's hard to believe, but probably write. I only really keep up with a handful of stories now and I always find I'm more actively thinking about kicking my butt into gear and writing something myself instead of setting out to read someone else's stuff. 

24. What's your process? 

Daydream and plan out future plot lines for most of the waking hours of the day. Find the fleeting shred of time available in said day to sit down and work on something if both inspiration and motivation are working in my favour. Actually sit down and open up a google doc, perhaps with a cup of tea if I'm feeling particularly adventurous and fancy treating myself for doing something productive. Painfully struggle through the first ten minutes of warming up my writing muscles and getting my creative juices flowing again. Settle into a good rhythm and just let my fingers and the words work their magic until something boring from the real world interrupts me and drags me away from my fictional one. Then repeat. 

25. Of all the fics you've written, which is your favourite? 

I know it's not necessarily a single fic but I really liked when I was writing the one-shots for Surf, Sun, Sand because I knew that I was writing the things people wanted to read, so I knew there was more of a chance that they'd enjoy them. And it was nice not being constrained to one timeline, I could jump around and play with different pairings, ideas and settings as much as I, well, the requests, wanted. I also really liked my Twelve Days of Cruisin' for a Bruisin' Christmas story, but I can't put that at the top spot because I'm so frustrated that I never got that final chapter up. It was really fun to write though and that's one of the few things that I've written that I'm still happy with to this day lmao. I just think it's sweet and I like how I wrote all the characters, so I'd say that's a win for me. 

27. What's your most popular fic? Do you think the popularity is warranted, or is there another fic that you think deserves it more? 

Statistics-wise it's Paper Flowers, by a long-shot. 77,485 views and 331 reviews. Now, I think that the fact that there are about a million chapters and I wrote it back when the fandom was thriving has quite a lot to do with that, if not all of it, because I'm almost certain that it can't be the writing, character quality or whatever crap I threw into the plot back then. But for nostalgia's sake, I'll allow it. And to be fair, it was probably alright at the time. I do think, however, that I've developed and improved my writing style over the years, so it would be nice if Wheels and Waves could get a little more popularity (since it's something I'm actually semi-proud of lol). But I just don't have the audience, so what can you do? 

29. Which of your fics was the hardest to write? 

Just Like Me. By a country mile. Like I mentioned earlier, I really struggle when it comes to writing for Mack & Brady and although I liked the concept (and a few other people did too) I just wasn't ever happy with what I ended up with. The chapters felt boring (which probably had something to do with the fact that I wrote them in my phone notes at 11:30pm), their relationship felt bland and the plot felt like it was going nowhere. I sort of had a vague structure of where I wanted to take it, but when I couldn't seem to get the hang of writing for them every chapter felt like such a challenge. 

30. Favourite fic writers? 

You, girl! I literally don't even bother to keep up with anyone else anymore because I just don't have the time (uni will do that to a bitch, lol) but I never miss a post of yours and will frequently go and re-read your stuff (especially if it's in preparation for a crossover lmao) if I need a pick-me-up. And like you said, we're practically family now and what kind of internet sister would I be if I didn't support my fam?! 

31. Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing? 

I don't think I'd ever actually pursue it as a job. I'm in dentistry school atm so I'm pretty set on becoming a dentist, but even if that wasn't the case, I don't think I have the creativity to create my own unique story with original characters and a whole universe under my control. I just think it's fun to expand on other ideas and grow my own ideas from them. 

33. Fanfiction pet peeves? 

Bad grammar is really frustrating. But I also just think it's really boring when people will basically re-write the whole movie/story pretty much word-for-word with only the slightest of alterations. Like, I've already watched/read this once, why would I want to do it again? I came here for creativity and fun stories with my fave characters, not the flat-out plot all over again with a cookie-cutter, paper doll inserted into the mix to steal a few lines. It just bored me. 

34. First person, second person or third person? 

I'd probably put second person last because I just find reader-insert things weird and cringey. Like they legit make me feel uncomfortable sometimes. And then I'd go with first person because although I don't really have a problem with it, it's just never a style I'd choose to write in; I just can't really get the hang of it and I prefer to be able to see and show everyone's perspective on a situation from the outside, which is why good old third person has to be my favourite. 

35. OCs, reader inserts or canon pairings?

 Like I said, reader inserts creep me out a bit so definitely not those. Canon pairings are a pretty safe bet and can be cute most of the time (I just personally seem to struggle with them lol) and if they're done well (i.e. not basic bitches with no personality that just double as weird reader inserts *cough cough* Coral in Paper Flowers smh 12 year old me) then I think OCs can be really fun and can add another layer to fanfics that takes them beyond the bubble of what's canon. 

37. Which character is your favourite to write for? 

Saying Coral would be too easy because she's literally my own character, so of course I'm going to enjoy writing for her. So, other than that I'm going to have to say Seacat. I feel much more comfortable writing for the surfers than the bikers anyway, so that definitely plays into it. But I really like the version of him I've created. I really leaned into his sort of fiesty, stubborn side that occasionally showed itself in the movies, which created a super interesting dynamic with his inherent relaxed nature that all the surfers have. He's a really fun character to work with and I've got lots of fun things planned for him, so I think he's earned that top spot. But I'll mention Giggles too because it's been fun developing her character more deeply for Wheels and Waves. I just like a bit more drama, which Seacat can deliver more than my sweet bby G. 

40. Imagine yourself 10 years in the future, do you still think you'll be writing fic? 

Honestly, who knows? Back when I started I never thought I'd still be writing it at 18, so never say never, I guess. 

And since you said I could choose another one, I'll go for 38. From where do you draw inspiration? 

I wanted to include this one because I'm literally listening to my Wheels and Waves playlist as I write this to try to get me into that #writingmood. A few different things influence me but music has always been my biggest inspiration. I'm constantly adding new songs to my playlist and finding songs I want to use so badly that I'll rearrange and shift around plot points to work them into the story. For example, that Coral & Hyde relationship I mentioned earlier? Grown entirely from songs. But yeah, I'm always getting inspired by songs, which is why I'm really trying to get a general plan of Wheels and Waves set in stone so that I'll stop being tempted to switch things around and ruin the plot with convoluted ideas I get on a whim because I heard a fun song. On another note though, if you have any song suggestions then hit me up lmao; I'm always looking for more haha.

[killian-whump]

I'm not the troll anon, but I REALLY want to see your bulleted list of why you hate babies on tv shows... To see how many points we might have in common.

WELCOME TO MY TED TALK!!!!

Sorry, I’m a little excited, Nonny. I’ve been waiting all day to tell everybody why I friggin’ hate fictional babies so I’m just, wow, I’m just really happy you’re here and asking me why I hate those little fuckers.

Alright now, before we get into the bulleted list and everything, lemme first say that there are simply too many babies in the world. They’re everywhere. On TV. In the real world. In @gusenitsaa‘s tummy. In the next room. Wait a fucking minute - WHO THE FUCK LEFT A BABY IN MY GODDAMN HOUSE?!

Okay, really, I just wanted to post that GIF, because I love it, but it really is true. There are way too many babies in the world, and on TV - and especially in Once Upon a Time. I mean, ONE baby is bad enough, but OUAT threw, like, 15 babies at us and none of them ever fucking grew up.

And babies make absolutely TERRIBLE characters. Look out, my friend, because here comes the bulleted list of why they’re fucking awful:

They have no character traits. Hey, tiny human, what’re you about? What do you like? What do you hate? What are your motivations in this scene? Oh, that’s right. You have literally none of these things, because you don’t have a personality that can be defined for an audience yet.

They all look the same. At least toddlers (like Ashley’s kid in 6x03) can wear cute outfits and, you know, have identifying characteristics to differentiate one of them from the next. Babies don’t. They’re either a lump in a pink blanket or a lump in a blue blanket, because babies fucking suck.

They can’t do anything. They are literally a lump, as mentioned above. How do you know who’s the baby in a scene? THEY’RE THE ONE NOT CARRYING THEIR OWN WEIGHT. Literally. They have to be carried everywhere, like a fucking handbag that wails periodically. You can’t give them any lines, and unlike Colin, they can’t close out a scene with a meaningful look.

No one ever uses them properly. If I had a nickel for every time there was a scene where a baby could’ve been used as a projectile weapon and wasn’t... I’d be fucking rich. I mean, that monster chasing you will AT LEAST pause for a hot minute if you throw a fucking baby in his ugly ass face. I promise.

They limit the plotlines for the ‘parents’. Once a couple has a baby, they suddenly can’t go anywhere or do anything on the show without either lugging the baby along or making a throwaway line somewhere about a babysitter. If the ‘parents’ spend too much time off adventuring sans baby, the audience feels like they’re not bothering to raise their kid. If the kid comes along on too many adventures, the audience is left wondering why they brought their 6-month-old adventuring in hell.

They’re used as a shortcut. Wanna show a couple is “true love”? Give ‘em a baby. Wanna show their “happily ever after”? Give ‘em a baby. Wanna create unnecessary drama for no goddamn reason? Give ‘em a baby. Considering how useless these babies are in every possible way (see this entire list), there’s literally no GOOD reason to throw a baby in the mix, other than as a shortcut to drama or emotion that the writers are too damn lazy to actually write.

They’re useless in fandom. Fanfics now have the same issue the show has - what do you do with the damn baby now? Fanartists have less of a problem, since they capture moments instead of plots, but if you’re an artist and you’re not into drawing babies, I hope you’re ready to field a bunch of requests and accusations that you “hate” the bastards. And shipping? No way! Babies aren’t welcome on ANY Bang Trains - unless they happen to be Gideon Gold, who was literally bangable before he was even born. That one’s complicated.

Babies sometimes smell bad. I know, I know. We don’t have smell-o-vision, so I can’t really complain about this, but whenever I see a real baby in a scene, I’m always thinking “please don’t shit right now, please don’t shit right now” because let me tell you, a diaper is nowhere near a solid enough barrier to ever have between yourself and the kind of volcano-like eruptions that can come out of a baby’s bottom. “Do you wanna hold the baby?” No, I don’t wanna fucking play Russian Roulette with that tiny human’s unpredictable anus.

They’re teeny tiny con-artists. That baby ain’t that woman’s baby. Hell, that baby ain’t even that baby! The Olsen twins pretended to be a single baby named Michelle for, like, 50 years or something. Boys pretend they’re girls. 10-month-olds pretend they’re newborns. There’s no one regulating this shit. These fuckers just get away with claiming to be whoever or whatever they want. And let me tell you the worst part...

They’re not even fucking alive. More often than not, they’re fucking dolls. And before you think, “But dolls are cute!” let me tell you, dolls are not always cute. Steve Pearlman posted a picture from the set of Baby Neal in his crib and it was awful. I can’t find it right now, because Satan obviously came and took it back to whatever hell it came from, but I assure you it was the worst thing ever.

And this brings me to my final point: They’re embarrassing. Actors do a lot of silly things, like riding on giant green pickles and biting enormous green donuts... but holding dolls and looking at them adoringly will always be one of THE stupidest things actors get tasked with doing. Like, I can’t see an actor or actress holding (what is more often than not) an obvious doll and take them seriously. I mean, when the fact it’s a doll is hidden well, it can create a touching image... but when it’s obvious? Oh, shit. Second hand cringe. I can’t enjoy it. I feel bad for the actors, honestly, especially when the doll looks like a $5 Walgreens special instead of, like, an ultra-realistic ReBorn doll. Now, I love Colin like it’s my sole purpose in life, but this is some bad fake baby shit here:

But don’t get me wrong. Not ALL babies are bad. Just, you know, almost all of them. Flashback babies can be okay. They’re like, “Hello, I’m here and- Oh, nevermind, I’m now all grown and you never even had time to think about me pooping.” And they’re great for touching family moments, as long as the cast/crew bother to hide the fakeness long enough for a nice screencap. As I’ve said before, I DO love the closing shot of CS and Baby Hope:

And I loved the scene of Hook singing to Baby Alice:

And yeah, I admit that Colin’s presence is the main reason I like both of those moments. Being Hook’s baby makes one of these tiny human creatures somewhat interesting in my opinion... but only somewhat. It’s still a baby, and that still makes it absolutely dreadful in a general sense ;)

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk!!!

[who-talks-first]

I have been planning on sharing this with you guys, but I'm still nervous to. This is going to be long.

I dunno if everyone on here has seen it, but there's several articles about a rumor that Disney will retcon the sequel trilogy. Scrap it from the canon timeline. It will move to the "Legends" category like all the old novels did.

I can't handle this thought.

So I'm going to do the only thing I can think of in this day and age that might make a difference. I'm going to write a letter to Disney.

I've been writing it in my head for over a month since I heard the rumors. This isn't it exactly but here's a basic rundown:

I would start by introducing myself and what a huge fan I am and how long I have loved SW. How much it means to me.

Then I would state clearly that I am not asking anyone to comment on the rumors or even acknowledge them. I just would like them to hear out the thoughts of a dear fan.

I would state the many things that I love about the ST. For me, it's cast, characters, some plot points, design, the tributes to the original, etc. How much I loved tfa how much hope I had.

I would state that I have observed that tfa was popular among fans, but we were all divided about the last two films.

I would say that IF Disney really wanted to scrap the st, I would ask them to please first consider retconning only tlj and tros.

It would allow the st to be salvaged, it would reinstate respect for the franchise, it would give beautiful and meaningful closure to the Skywalker saga that has affected millions of lives around the world, that it deserves it. It would redeem Disney AND Lucasfilm, and isn't star wars about redemption at its core?

I have quite a few suggestions about how to fix it as well.

First, please write the whole story out from the beginning. Bring in whoever they want, JJ, the DotF writer I forget his name, George Lucas, hell, even Rian if they really wanted to. Work together to write a cohesive story that ties everything together instead of muddling it up. (but in more polite language)

Someone said that tfa was hans movie, tlj Lukes and tros Leia's. But Leia probably only had 5 minutes of screen time in tros. Rian Johnson however has hours of footage of Carrie. If JJ and Rian worked together with all the footage they have between them, they could make the middle movie Leia's and make it a truly beautiful and touching tribute to Carrie and without sacrificing her to save her otherwise irredeemable son.

Luke could have the 3rd movie then, allowing him to tie off the saga, which I think is apt. (tlj felt more like Leia's film anyway)

Now the issue of the alienated cast members.

Mark has been unhappy since he read Rian's script. He, as we know, that Luke was so beyond out of character that it wasn't even funny. If he comes with Rey to help train her and Finn, and help fight, and reconcile with Leia, it would be wonderful. It would be right. Let him make up with R2 and Chewie too. (could we see him seeking out other force sensitives?) Disney could admit their mistake and request Mark return for these two final movies so that he who has literally been the soul of Luke Skywalker for over 40 years can close the Skywalker saga properly. They could donate to his favorite charity or something additionally.

Oscar Isaac got done so dirty. He played 3 different characters in 3 different movies. Like Mark, he helped create Poe (JJ was going to kill him off and Oscar, who was tired of dying in movies, requested he live and look what a wonderful character we got out of that! And he's from Guatemala and Yavin was filmed on Guatemala so he asked jj for poe to be from yavin!) Oscar said the only way he'd come back to Disney was if he needed a new house. Obvi that's a big fuck you. But I believe if they apologized and offered donations, and fixed the canon, and reminded him how much his fans love Poe, how he WAS Poe, he would at least consider it. No Latino stereotypes. Drug smuggler, hot-headed, misogynist. Whatever Rian was trying to do to him. Let Poe grow and become the leader Leia was training him to be. And then the big one: MAKE FINNPOE CANON. It doesn't have to be big, a hushed exchange during a deadly battle, a tender kiss while one is fixing the Falcon (we know they're han n leia they can't fool us), someone else teasing them about it. Just make it canon.

John! Poor John. Who was promoted everywhere holding the Skywalker sabre? Finn? Who canonically is Force Sensitive? Finn you say? Hmm. LET FINN AND REY TRAIN TOGETHER! THAT'S WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! None of that comic relief cowardly shit Rian was doing. Let him be brave and heroic! Let him grab Poe's hand and kiss him! I wanna see finn learn to pilot and fight like the Resistance. And please. Please. Let him lead the stormtrooper revolution! Let him be a goddamn hero and leader! It's what he deserves!

Rey. She had so much potential in tfa. Then she was just a love interest for the "hero" of Rian's movie to make him falter in his dedication to the dark side. She got to be a Jedi in tros, but she was also ooc. She pushed her friends away. For what? I get it that the trio can't be together all the time (ot trio were separated for most of esb!) but her forgetting everything she learned from Luke AND Leia to go hide on Ach To? Couldn't have been more ooc. Let her hate Kylo, let her be a jedi, let her have weaknesses and strengths, and let her grow. Oh and let her appreciate the universe a bit more (like the pasaana scene) And for fucks sake. We all know she was a Kenobi (ewan cameo anyone?) . Palpatine was a stupid last minute decision that doesn't make any sense. Her heritage was supposed to make sense. Not be a soap opera gotcha, for fucks sake.

(okay I'm tired it's 430am and I am making myself mad. I'll push through these last few)

Kylo Ren. Tfa was spent making him evil. Hateable. He murdered civilians in cold blood, brutally tortured poe, helped the fo kill literally billions (many more probs) with starkiller, tortured rey (and did it in a very creepy stalkery way), killed han solo in ice cold blood just to prove to himself that he really belonged to the dark side, nearly killed finn, and tried to kill rey. All in the first movie! So either let us spend the next two movies hating his guts and letting rey kill him in the end OR start his redemption very early in the second movie so it at least kind of makes sense when it eventually happens! If he gets redeemed, let him say goodbye to his mom.

Leia wouldn't have slapped Poe. There. At least not for that. And she should have been at least considering training rey before she knows if Luke's coming or not.

Side characters! Let Hux either be a slimy villain or a spy the whole time. Let him have an interesting story and dignified death. He deserved better. No 3 stooges crap.

Holdo. Amazing character. Loved her look. Loved the concept of an old Alderaani friend of Leia's! Loved that she was a beautiful feminine Admiral who could kick ass and had brilliant ideas. Instead of making her care more about people seeing her sacrifice as selfless than a budding mutiny and talking to her subordinates (you know, like Leia does), she could be a great coleader and consul to Leia. Let them talk about Alderaan!

Rose. I love rose. She deserves to be more than an hour and a half long cockblock slash no homo for stormpilot. It's obvious and rude. Let her help them and then move up the ranks! She could be a lesbian!

Phasma. Give her a story arc. Let her face the trooper uprising! Swear vengeance on Finn! (spin off movie like Fett?) and a dignified death.

DJ. As green day said, someone kill the dj. He doesn't belong. Remove him from the equation, no offense Mr. The Collector.

Give Connix a bit more screen time. Let her help lead. Let Jannah and her people help or be a part of the uprising. LET ALL OF BLACK SQUADRON MAKE A CANON APPEARANCE TOGETHER! Even if they're not part of the main plot, let us see them. And if any of them die, let us see their teammates mourn, please. (I would also die if we got a disney plus black squadron show adapted from the comic!)

Okay instead of the coherent thoughts on how Disney might reimagine the st, I ended up ranting about what I really wanted out of it. Sorry. I've had a lot of thoughts lately.

But even though my incoherence, I hope y'all can see the general idea. Also point out to them that it may be a little expensive, but the profit off these new perfect movies would put the last 2 to shame AND they would cement another generation of dedicated fans, who would be spending money!

And then I would put the bug in the cast members ears too over social media. Ask them to talk to Disney.

If any of my friends here liked my idea and might consider writing as well, I may be able to make a sort of template for the letter that they could use?

This is pie(poe?) in the sky. But I got really depressed at the thought of the movies that helped save my life being just. Disappeared. From the canon. It felt like a slap in the face. So it's just a shot in the dark, a sliver of hope that sometimes your faith pays off, you know?

What is it from the dark knight? Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded? Yeah that.

Sorry for the long rambling response. I just. I gotta do something. And if other people helped, maybe we could do something.

i’m listening to rey’s theme from the force awakens and getting emotional bc god what a waste of a franchise, like tfa was SO GOOD!!! we were so excited for it!!! and it payed off!!! we got rey and finn and poe and they were amazing!!! this girl who’s force sensitive and scrappy and this boy who made the terrifying choice to leave the empire and this boy who’s been a part of the rebels since he was young and we’re all thinking “wow i love them!! i wonder where their stories are gonna go!!” and it just gets WASTED like all of that for two terrible movies and little to no character development it’s so disappointing

[throwmethatcello]

well, sorry now you gotta tell me your favorite animes! (i'm the same anon from before, the one who asked about tv shows, not the mean one lol)

Yassss, you my friend are asking all the right questions. Here are my faves in order of how many times I’ve rewatched the shit out of each one, plus a little comment because i love them so much and hope you all watch them. 1) Nodame Cantabile: Basically a very well written a romcom about musicians. Good content, hella cute relationship progress, realistic topics and character development. Watched it like 4 times, 10/10 would watch again, especially the last season. Lots of classical music it’s a huge plus and also Chiaki is FINE. 

2) Fullmetal alchemist: Brotherhood: WHAT THE SHIT. This anime is too good. A complex story, lots of good characters, politics, female representation ftw, and do you know how rare it is to see an anime that properly adresses racial issues as an important element of the plot?? Fuck man this show is so good and made me ugly cry 12 times, also ROY FREAKING MUSTANG THE FLAME GODDAMN ALCHEMIST AM I RIGHT.3) Death Note: Dude. It’s a classic for a reason. Entertaining af. The second part after *huge spoiler of the show* happens is a little meh but still. 

4) Steins;Gate: Yassss. Physics, Time travel, parallel universes, crazy ass protagonist with an A+ development, LOVE. All my fave tropes are here. And the story is actually interesting and well telled. El psy congroo bitch.5) Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun: Fucking hilarious. Seriously it’s comedy gold, especially if you’re are remotely familiar with manga culture and basic japanese stuff. I personally prefer the manga which is a masterpiece but the anime is also pretty good. 6) Slam Dunk: It’s from the 90s so it might seem a little outdated but NO. A bunch of hot ripped dudes playing basketball, an amazing art work and the comedy is on point. The anime never finished tho and that sucks, but the manga did and it’s 10 times better, seriously the art style is ridiculously good.7) Attack on Titan: Surprise! But seriously tho, it’s such a good concept and I love how you never know where the plot is gonna take you. Also, captain Levi of the Survey corps can punch me in the face and i would be grateful. 8) Sket Dance: Idk i just love it??? It’s such a random anime and very few people know about it but i think it’s so fucking funny. At first it seems like the classic episodic comedy with no continuity but it slowly goes developing subplots and they’re so interesting and dramatic!! This anime really knows how to go from buttmonkey humor to real drama with such mastery, like one minute you’re laughing your ass off and the next you’re crying like a bitch and I respect a show that can do that to me. Also the manga is GREAT and unlike the anime, it has an ending and it will leave you sobbing in your bed hugging the pillows. 

9) Black Lagoon: Lmao this anime is so fucked up and so over the top it actually works. It’s basically a huge 90′s action pastiche with guns, gangsters, mafia, guns, drug dealers, a shit ton of guns and yakuza. Some lines are so cheesy and 90ish but they somehow work?? how they do it?? And there’s Balalaika OMG BALALAIKA she’s too cool to punch me but she would 100% step on me and it’d be amazing. 10) The melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya: Love it, so random, so silly yet so clever, so basic yet so complex. Kyon’s narration makes everything hilarious and yeah, i love the whole god/time traveler/alien/esp shit. Also, in a quite unpopular opinion, i really loved season 2??? Like everyone was so pissed about the episodes being the same but I really got it and enjoyed each and everyone of them, like ???EDIT- OMG I totally forgot Yuri on fucking ice wth is wrong with meYuri!!! on Ice: Brilliant. Pure. Amazing. Talented. Showstopping (Insert Lady Gaga gif) GAY. This anime is so cute and so realistic, with such real adulthood topics and issues. Also when the animation was bad it was pretty bad lol, but when it was good it was HEAVENLY OMG. Anyways this anime would probably be in 3rd or 4rth place if I hadn’t forgot about it for  a moment like a goddamn fool.