#but i doubt anyone else would be interested

[sapphicides]

call me crazy or gay but i genuinely think the writers, directors, and hell, even the actors knew what they were doing when it came to how they portrayed shauna and jackie's relationship in the pilot. watching it for the first time, i went in completely blind, with no exposure to the fandom, the ships, or anything beyond the core premise of "a group of teenage girls get stuck in a nightmarish lord of the flies/lost scenario after a plane crash and do crazy shit to survive." i fully anticipated any romance in this show, if at all, to be straight. yet i still saw how they established shauna and jackie and immediately thought "my god, these bitches are gay"

from the very first scene we see of jackie (almost) by herself being her faking an orgasm with jeff, clearly implying that she's disinterested in her own boyfriend, to the very first scene we see of shauna and jackie alone together starting with this rom-com esque image of jackie stepping out of her house while music plays in the background and shauna goes from resting bitch face to all smiles

from the longing stares they give each other in their school gym, to shauna responding to tai's "freeze allie out" proposal simply with, "jackie wouldn't like it"

from the scene of shauna dressing with jackie in her room before the party, her snapping at jackie when she merely suggests that shauna sleep with randy and jackie looking genuinely hurt and apologetic by it, to the infamous party scene where shauna looks on at jackie and jeff longingly– except, she's only really looking at jackie, because the entire shot is framed around jackie. for the majority of that scene, jeff is barely even in frame, a faded blur in the background, until he puts his arms around jackie and physically puts himself in shauna's line of vision

the way she immediately takes a pained sip of her beer after

the way she turns around to randy flirting with her, only to turn away with a look of disgust on her face (just like how jackie looked disgusted during jeff's attempt at getting her off)

the way she can't pull her eyes off jackie even when jeff is dropping them off, even when she knows she's about to fuck her boyfriend once she's gone

the way she says goodbye to jackie, tells her she loves her, and jackie doesn't say it back, so she asks jeff to say it to her when they have sex

the show sets up their dynamic to be one that feels inherently romantic to first-time viewers, only to flip it on its head when its reveled that shauna's true interest is in... jeff. she's really in love with jeff? the guy who's face we see maybe a couple of times total, that jeff? the guy who's basically a background character the entire episode, that jeff? yeah, i don't buy it

you could argue that the show places so much emphasis on jackie because it's trying to convey that the affair is eating away at shauna. to some extent, i agree with this, but i really doubt that it's only this. it would explain shauna's snappy and, at times, cagey behavior around jackie, but it doesn't explain the way that jackie is framed by the camera, music, or even some of the writing choices. whenever we see jackie through shauna's eyes, the camera is always focused directly on her, often times with her face illuminated brighter than anyone else. the music that plays behind her is shauna's kind of music (both supernova by liz phair, which shauna chooses to listen to in her car's tape deck, and miss world by hole, which undeniably fits her grungey music taste). she's joined at the hip with shauna, even in scenes where she's with jeff– seriously, there's only one scene where she's completely alone with jeff without shauna, and it's that one. and the same goes for shauna

for the entirety of the pilot, they are in a constant state of push and pull with each other, almost all of their actions being dependent on one another. jeff feels like a plot device at best, a character designed to come between them and to be thrown away once they realize who each other's real love interest is. even upon several rewatches, it still feels this way. even in the adult timeline, it still feels this way. we barely see adult jeff, but we feel both jackie's literal absence and her metaphorical presence in the form of shauna's collection of porcelain bunnies

there is so much foreshadowing and detail packed into the pilot that i have a really hard believing that this was just an oversight or mishandling of their relationship on the show's part. do i think there's going to be any kind of big love confession from shauna any time soon? no. but do i think they intentionally laid the groundwork for her to realize the feelings she had for jackie at some point? yes, i really do

[cravingrickgrimes]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── “Firsts”

pairing: rick grimes x male reader

summary: before the apocalypse, you never got to do anything with anyone. so you took the end of the world as a good sign you should probably do that already. you knew what the bar was known for, a gay sex establishment, yet you went anyway.

warnings: asshole rick, one night stand, southern accent, rough rick, heavy smut, descriptive, rushed

word count: 1.5 k

To say i was out of my element going to the only place in the entire commune known for being a gay sex worker establishment was an understatement. I had never been with a man, partly because when the apocalypse came by men weren’t allowed to be with other men. Since then the rules have relaxed a bit. I doubt it’s because bigoted people had all been killed, i’m not that dumb, it’s just that people have other things to worry about than gay people. If the apocalypse was all it took for me to get some dick i would have done it years ago.

Pushing open the double doors, a bell rung above my head that drew almost everyone’s gaze to me. Great. I moved my face to anything that didn’t have a pair of eyes and wasn’t goggling at me. They met a back tightly wrapped in a beige shirt, the man wore a dark brown hat that curved peculiarly. Deciding that my best option would be to sit next to the person who had no interest in me, i called up the bartender and got myself a drink quicker than i could take another breath in this stuffy place. I half expected the man i had sat next to ignore me entirely. I was completely wrong however when he shot me a tight smile accompanied by a tight nod. “Howdy.” The interaction was nothing but polite. I met his gaze as soon as he spoke to me and nearly fell out of my seat once i saw his face.

His eyes, the colour of an ocean in the middle of a storm, drew me in and wouldn’t pull back until i greeted him back. “Hi.” I wasn’t as southern as him and saying ‘Howdy’ back to him felt like a mock. He had a freshly shaven beard that he must have liked the look off because he didn’t dare shave it all off. The facial hair around his chin had turned an icy white not dissimilar from his gaze.

Just as quickly as he greeted me, he turned his eyes back to their regular spot on the rim of his beer glass. I knew what i was doing going there, i wanted rid of my virginity. Right as i saw that man i knew i wanted it to be him and only him. I wanted him to be my first. Problem was i had no idea how to strike up a conversation with a man who wanted nothing to do with me. Instead, i directed my attention towards the bathroom and darted before the beer i had downed came out in my jeans.

After i had thankfully reached the urinal, i pulled my cock out and felt a rush of relaxation as i emptied myself. I threw my head back; squeezing my eyes shut and biting back a groan from the feeling. I was so enthralled by it in fact that i didn’t realise someone had came into the bathroom with me. When i opened my eyes again i saw who exactly had come next to me. The man with the southern drawl was right next to me again. Though this time, his 5 inch soft cock was out and pissing into the urinal beside me. I stared at his member through the corner of my eye and didn’t dare look away.

“Like what ya see or somethin’?” The only thing that tore me from his cock was that beautiful accent. I had realised what i had done the moment i was out of the mesmerising trance. I flushed instantly.

“I’m so sorry! I—didn’t mean, no i don’t. Well it’s nice! It’s beautiful but…”

“Beautiful?” That garnered a grin from the man that so far had been anything but happy. I’d describe him as grumpy. “Ya think my cocks beautiful darlin’?”

I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea from me, but i didn’t want to lie. “Of course it is,” I chuckled. “i mean…look at it!” He tilted his head to his dick in his hands like he had never noticed it was there before. But instead of giving a sly remark of saying anything else, he just began pumping his cock with his veiny right hand.

“What’re you doing?” I tried to back up but my spine collided with a wall. He moved closer toward me. Apparently my heart couldn’t tell the difference between this man and being in a life threatening position because it just wouldn’t stop beating.

“We all come to this bar for the same reason. I don’t like asking for sex, i let them come to me.” He winked. “You did just that darlin’” He pulled his jeans down to his ankles and, with a belt in his left hand, now stroked even faster. “C’mon. You ain’t never had anyone like me before.” A pause. “Have ya?”

I shook my head, mostly because i thought this was a sick and cruel wet dream my mind was conjuring. “No, i’ve never had anyone.”

“No one?”

“None.”

A strange feeling of pride rushed through me when he laughed once more. I had the feeling he didn’t laugh much, and i made him laugh twice. “That’s odd. A beauty like you would have been tore through in the old world. At least, that’s what would happen if i’d gotten my hands on you.”

The way he objectified me should have angered me beyond return. But it was his beautiful body that was now being revealed with each button he broke off, he took his hand off his cock and dropped the belt to do so. “So, am i gon’ be your first or what?”

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he looked this good and got to get away with his rude comments because of that fact only. It wasn’t fair that any one of the distasteful words that came out of his mouth were soothed smoothly over by that thick southern accent. It wasn’t fair that i obliged his offer and got on my knees and stared up at the cock above me.

“It’s bigger than ya face, darlin’” He grinned from above me pushing his cock into my face. I smiled back at him because i enjoyed the look of his happiness—for some odd reason.

I took one last look at his cock in all its glory before grabbing it roughly with my left hand and slid it sloppily into my mouth. I made sure that none of my teeth hit his penis. With a thing like that, i didn’t want him feeling any pain or discomfort. I had the odd sensation of giving him pleasure and only pleasure. Once i took his nice rosy pink head in my mouth, i felt my own dick grow slowly in small increments the more i took into my mouth.

“You’re a god sent.” He moaned from above me, which only motivated me to do even better. I tried to take half of his manhood in my mouth but gagged and pulled off him leaving a trail of spit connecting me and his beautiful cock. “Oh c’mon. You can take it.” I enjoyed his faith in me so much that i tried once more this time forcing it down my throat and letting it pulse fully in my mouth. “Fuck baby.” I left myself there, nose buried in his pubes, for as long as i could. He jolted his cock in my mouth and made me acutely aware that it was stuffed down my throat. I gagged it up that instant.

I made up for my gag reflex by fondling his balls with his dick a couple inches in my mouth. His balls were as freshly shaven as his beard, stubble lining his huge ballsack. He seemed to like my new technique as he snaked a hand through my hair and gripped harder than i thought he was capable of. Tears snuck into my eyes as he forced me deeper than i could go. I looked up at him with pleas in my eyes, but, he preferred the feeling of my youthful mouth rather than my wellbeing. I couldn’t blame him, i preferred his cock over his personality.

He let go after a few seconds of me slapping his muscly, hairy thighs that lead to an even hairier body above them. He had a dark trail of curly hair below his naval leading toward his small amount kept pubes. His chest was an entirely different thing however, it seemed like he let his chest do whatever it wanted to. Almost his full chest was dusted in dark brown hairs that made me want to explore his body even further than i already had.

He ran a hand through his disheveled wavy hair revealing an armpit that was even less kept than his chest. “Last stretch darlin’” Without warning, he grabbed both of his hands and forced his thick, uncut, veiny dick to the very back of my throat. My eyes widened by his sudden need to asphyxiate me. “Just sit there and be good for a minute, ‘k?” I had no choice but to stare up at his god-like body with awe as he shot his seed into my sore throat. Weirdly enough, it soothed me more than i could have imagined. It was as if i had gotten drugged by his semen. That was it. That was my first.

[bloogers-boogers]

THIS. I’m glad you’re feeling more free to discover new things about yourself! It feels nice to have control of your own path without someone dragging you to theirs. I discovered a lot of things about myself that I never consider having, happening or experiencing when I decided to stop listening. However I’m lucky I was never forced to be religious I was lightly encouraged to follow one if I wanted to however I was never put in schools or forced to go to church. It was all willingly, there was a point in my life that I went leaping into different religions (to find some sorta place to belong to, to feel understood?) until I felt comfortable in one (christianity) but as much as I felt comfortable in the church I was at, I never felt connected to the words of the bible. Or the belief of a god. But they’re moments I do question it, from the religions I’ve been, there certain things I kept following without much of a care. Just cause it doesn’t hurt to believe in something if it gives a good message? Makes you do good. This is the idea I followed most of my life when it came to religion. I may have a hard time believing in whats shared from different beliefs but I do believe in good faith. I no longer follow a religion however if I’m asked I would simply answer that I haven’t been connected to god in a while. Im not saying I stopped believing but im also saying im not really interested in talking about it. But that doesn’t stop that I was surrounded by people with conservatives views and opinions that affected the way I thought as a child. A reason to why im also careful in how I say I don’t believe in religion, MAYBE a god, but not religion. They’re people who’ll force it to you with corrupted ideals,beliefs or whatever (like fucked up people) which entirely goes against the whole message of god. Who are we to judge someone based on their race, gender or sexuality. If god were real I doubt he’d care, he loves all his children. Base on the church i was at I was told you’re only ready to be forgiven if you’re ready to accept god into your heart. Nothing else. I wasn’t pushed to accept him, to be there or to follow a way some pastor declare were the right things to do. There was no rules but to respect others, be kind, and spread the word of god to anyone who needed it. Everyone was welcomed there. The moment they changed pastor I immediately felt a different vibe from the previous, I felt pressured to speak about the lessons we were being taught about and I didn’t like how he’d preached. I wasn’t comfortable. It felt forceful. Religion felt like a joke and god felt so far away from me. So I bailed, I was already distancing myself from that church because of other problems and this just made it easier for me to leave.

And now I just follow what my heart wants to believe! I believe in whatever the afterlife takes me to, in the meantime I enjoy what life offers me. Or at-least try to. The moment someone uses god as an excuse to be an asshole I cringe so hard because fuck no. Those are beliefs from man, not god.

So yeah, I don’t care if it’s a sin to obsess about fictional characters (nswf drawings, smut fics, sexualizing a character, fantasying about said character, etc), not following a religion, to explore myself, be queer! Have no idea what the hell am I in gender terms. Call me weird, tell me I’m going to hell! I don’t care, it won’t change how I think or see the world. I feel comfortable in how things are currently within my thoughts of faith. That’s what matters.

I’m happy that you’re in better more comfortable place ❤️ sorry for the long ranting! I didn’t think I’d fall back into talking about my religion problem

Adamsapple has made more comfortable in exploring sex topics, be more comfortable in my body (explore it further), being more open to showing off some of my skin, not feeling ashamed in feeling sexy or wanting to, but also like made me more comfortable in drawing sex. Something I thought I’d never stop feeling ashamed or embarrassed on doing. If this ship has damaged my brain it also damaged my insecurities and conservative beliefs taught as a child that have only brought me unhappiness, shame and anxiety. I love you Lucifer and Adam 🥺❤️

[alchemiclee]

today on Lee Wishes They Were Good at Making Friends/Getting a Big Group of Creative People Together: I really want to do voice acting and have for most my life. buy not as a career. that's too much for me to navigate on my own. I want to do it as a fun, creative side project type thing. I do not have the time and energy to animate and don't have any friends with cool animation skills and time to do it.

I got a taste of what voice acting might feel like from doing gta and red dead rp. getting into a character and giving them a voice is so fun and satisfying. sadly, the gta rp community is quite toxic with the admins and mods generally being out for themselves only and people only wanting to play cops and robber and not engage in actual stories that don't benefit them.

I wish I could get a group of idk at least 10 people together and tell stories using these games as tools. maybe have some rp/improvised acting, but generally follow a story script that I or someone else wrote. tell stories within this universe we create. make episodes and seasons. have set schedules to record together. something like that. it would be so fun and satisfy my yearning for creativity and acting, but not have to deal with job related struggles to do it.

sadly, i'm bad at getting creative and likeminded people together that have the interest and ability to do anything like that with me D: (and i also don't know how to set up and take care if the technical side of servers for those games so i'd need a tech support nerd or 5 as well alone with other actors and script writers. a whole ass team 😭)

[slashify]

We all love tattoo artist Eddie, but consider tattoo artist Steve.

He has an American Robin perched on a trumpet on his bicep for Robin. He gave her a brightly colored ice cream cone on her shoulder in different shades of pink. She rambled about cultural tattoos and the history of tattoos in America when she wasn’t bitching at him (‘Ow! For the love of all that is holy, Dingus!’ ‘Do you need a break?’) the whole time he was doing it.

He finds one of the kids (Max) attempting a stick n poke and gathers them all around for a lecture on safety and cleanliness. He promises the kids he’ll tattoo them for free when they’re old enough.

He and Will have art sessions where they’ll pick a subject and draw it traditionally and then Steve gives him pointers on how he would make the design better for tattooing. Will ends up apprenticing with Steve when he turns 18.

Steve still wears blue jeans and polos. His work is good enough that his customers don’t give a shit how he dresses.

He’s compassionate about coverups. He knows what it’s like to have changed so much that who you once were doesn’t fit anymore.

He’s very versatile, switching between outlines, black and grey shading, subtle highlights, and bold coloring with ease. He can do cartoon work as well as he can do realistic plants, or big cats, or lettering (he checks the spelling five or more times. He’s never messed up, but it’s one of his biggest fears). He has a whole list of referrals from people who like how he does scales. He’s lost count of how many fish, dragons, and snakes he’s done. He’s comfortable with a lot of styles, but he doesn’t do portraits. When Will starts at the shop he excels at portraits. Steve’s happy he’s found his niche.

Steve’s at a tattoo expo to network and check out new techniques when he finds himself stopping to watch an artist doing a tattoo of a demon. The artist has long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a grin like sunshine, and manages to make something grotesque and beautiful at the same time. Steve checks out the guy’s portfolio and sees a lot of fantasy stuff, dragons and wizards and a familiar looking set of dice, and he knows he has to go grab Will from the food court.

[ayoyoungg]

Maybe it’s too early for me to say this (I’m only on ep 3), but I’ve already seen people online saying that Jentry should be with Kit or Stella instead of Michael and it’s giving…😒

[happi-dreams]

it’s 6:44 am so i’m heading off to bed now but here’s another lil au doodle of my sillies cause i have been writing about their au a lot

[pushing-daisies-renaissance]

I can and WILL write a pushing daisies AU and/or crossover about every single movie and tv show I’m obsessed with and none of you can stop me

[disposal-blueeee]

got some of my jake art reblogged recently and i find it funny because right now i draw this man like this

( by right now i mean like 2 months ago this drawing is old

i'm sure i can draw him better like , actually right now . it's been so long since i drew him which is funny because he's my favorite character and i would die for him

[garciapimienta]

not a single person asked for my opinion but I have decided i'm going to trust iñaki again, I think he can be the goalkeeper he always seemed he was going to be and that last year's performance was more of a mental thing than an actual reflection of his abilities

[fellhellion]

I have one (1) fear that btsv will reveal Miguel gets his spider powers from his T-shots.

Stabilisers for his spider dna/power was my original thought except I think Miguel took his shot right before throwing the bin at Miles so uh, doesn't seem very stabilising. And now my personal theory is that, given how they seemed to be "hugging" the cells, maybe Miguel spent too long LARPing as his alt self he became part of that universe. And now that that universe is gone he needed to give himself shots to stop from glitching out. Which, may not make sense since that's what the watch is supposed to do, but I think it'd be a neat parallel to Miles having cells from 42.

ehhhhh i don't think miguel exploding really swings the pendulum in either direction (in terms of what the shot actually does), at least in my conception of a dna stabaliser. your theory is a neat one though! it would be interesting if miguel was dealing with some longlasting sideeffects from dipping dimensions.

personally, i think given the visuals of the scene, the most likely answer is that it is to do with spider powers (very similar visual to miles's spider bite, the blue blood cells, the actual needle mimicking a spider bite in terms of the literal injection etc) but it's a toss up right now as to whether spiderverse's iteration of miguel is going to have him be irreversibly changed (and have that change be one out of his control like in the comics) or have it be a self inflicted transformation. the latter possibility of which im personally ehhh not a fan of. but again, at this moment just a possible direction and not a certainty.

[quietwingsinthesky]

zachariah is the best character on this show actually

[clockworkcheetah]

wouldve been hilarious if todd met bart in s1 because he needs money and she casually owns a shit ton

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Okay but the more and more I see Howard, the more I am convinced he is gay.

[holytrickster]

honestly i get embarrassed i don't have like. a single other interest I'm as into because i just know everyone around me is probably sick of it

[give-grian-rights]

i understand miguel has a thick ass but i do NOT UNDERSTAND HOW SO MANY PEOPLE SIMP FOR HIM. man beefed with a fifteen year old and wanted to rip him to shreds. because the boy didn't want his dad to die ?!??/

(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)