#but like I love them in my version where things aren’t messed up

[katsettee]

I totally get people talking about rottmnt and not being into because of the cartoony madness and exaggeration. I get it, it’s grating for some

But that acceptance goes OUT the window as soon as the same person vehemently swears up and down 2012 is the best tmnt rendition 💀💀

The incest one??? With the horrible writing? THAT one?

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

“adorably fuckable”

❤︎ synopsis — a little bit of naughtiness can go a long way, in more ways than one too

pairing: nameless ghouls x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: i wanted to try a different writing style this time. this is all just pure smutty headcanons with the nameless ghouls because i’m shameless as hell. i’ll make a ghoulettes version soon

cw: nsfw content. it’s all pure smut guys. the ghouls have heat cycles. bdsm. cnc (?). orgasm denial. pet play. primal play (?). blood kink. dacryphilia. shower sex. spanking. semi-public sex. somnophilia. mirror sex. size kink. usage of toys. voyeurism. corruption kink, choking and biting. degradation. they’re ghouls, so they’re very feral.

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➻ sodomizer ghoul

this man is FERAL as hell

he wants to keep you all to himself

and you bet your ass he’s going to show everyone who you belong to

sodo is big on biting. he loves sinking his fangs into your flesh and marking you up with reddish-purple bruised hickeys

if he makes you bleed by biting you he’s only going to get more turned on

he likes seeing you covered in blood

those hands of his are sexy as hell, and he’s using those hands to grip onto any bare flesh his claws can grasp

especially on your ass. sodo likes to squeeze those bare cheeks and spank them until they’re red

being the lead guitarist = good with his fingers

sodo can and will force you on his lap while he fingers your tight heat into oblivion/jerks you off until you’re seeing stars

also pull on his tail if you want to make him go absolutely feral

even the slightest touch on his tail will literally have him rock hard in his pants. his sex drive is that high

this man is cocky as hell

sodo’s really into fucking you against the mirror. he likes to see how good he is at making you feel good

he MAKES you watch him fuck you. will literally grab your chin and force you to look straight into the mirror, just so you can see how his cock disappears into your hole.

“see that? see how good i’m fucking you? mmmh~ no other ghoul can make you feel like this.”

sodo is a lot easier to set off when he’s in heat. but he’s also really unpredictable.

he can be a rough and aggressive mess that wants nothing more than to force you into doggy position and just rail you from behind

or he’ll be a bratty and whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him

he hates to admit that he likes subbing while he’s in heat because it hurts his ego, but sometimes he wants to be pampered and treated like a prince when in bed

even though he’s a huge brat when that’s the case. sodo can’t listen to anything for shit

sodo also likes to fight with you during sex

not in a sense where it’s like actual fighting, but he likes to challenge you on who can dominate the other better

always playing with the power dynamic, teasing each other with dirty remarks, it gets his rocks off

and it usually tends to be a 50/50 on both ends. he likes the equal power dynamic because it turns him on

“mmmh~… look at you.. such a mess underneath me. not putting up much of a fight now, eh?” sodo chuckles lustfully, before shoving your head down to the pillow again as he pounded his cock into you from behind.

“you’re such a slut for my dick.. aren’t ya? such a pretty thing you are… taking me so well.”

you could only whimper softly from the feeling of his hard length pushing deep within your hole. you turned your head slightly, and was met with his hungry, promiscuous gaze.

“hah… i’d argue that you’re more of a slut than me… considering how hard you are.” you retorted back with a teasing grin. though, that grin was quickly wiped off your face when sodo slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot again.

“shit!”

“awww.. would you look at that? not much of a talker now… are ya?”

sodo then grabbed a fistful of your hair, and craned your head up, forcing you to look in the mirror in front of his bed. you could see in full view how he was slamming his hips into you, and the feeling just made you more worked up.

and sodo could feel it too.

“good fucking plaything.”

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➻ rain ghoul

rain is a little more vanilla than most of his fellow ghouls

key word: a little

that doesn’t mean he can’t be absolutely feral and wild at times

as a water ghoul, rain absolutely adores shower sex

sometimes he’ll just gently knock on your bathroom door, asking politely to let him fuck you

but you can hear his heavy ass, horny breathing from the other side and it also gets you worked up.

one time, it was raining outside, and rain couldn’t resist dragging you outside and rail you like crazy while the raindrops were hitting your guys’ bodies.

he couldn’t help himself— he was feeling extra needy for your body and he just let his ghoulish instinct take over

it turned him on so much, but you later got sick and he felt bad. definitely spent the rest of that day pampering you

would totally do it again though

favorite position is watching you ride him

he loves to claw his fingers into your hips and guide you as you’re bouncing off of his cock

also pants and breaths heavily every time you’re riding him, then his groans quickly turn into quick and sharp moans as he gets closer

“shit… fuck— fuck fuck fuck! ahhh~ you’re so good love—! so good… riding me like that..”

rain’s moans are literally music to your ears

the water ghoul moans differently depending on his mood

he either shamelessly moans loudly, slowly moving to a higher pitch, or lets out deep and heavy breaths of sheer euphoria— with each pant getting deeper than the last

PRAISE KINK.

rain can’t help it. he just loves to worship you and your body while he’s fucking the ever living shit out of you

will definitely hold your hand during sex while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. he likes to be a bit romantic during sex

rain likes being both on the giving end and receiving end when it comes to praise

call him a good boy and he’ll cum immediately

he likes being praised a lot

also his horns are hella sensitive

If you tug on rain’s horns long enough and tease him, he’s practically melting and panting like a bitch in heat (which he probably is tbh)

so touch rain’s horns.

“oh yeaahh~ oh my love you’re squeezing me so tight— mmf~ you’re going to make me loose it..”

rain’s webbed fingers had a tight grip on your hips as he guided you up and down on his throbbing cock, watching your sweet hole consume his hard-on in a way that had both of you moaning so loudly.

your hands were on his shoulders, gripping them tightly that it left a slight bruising mark on his shoulders.

“rain… rain please..” you whispered out softly, before redirecting your fingers to grip onto the base of rain’s horns tightly.

the water ghoul only let out a higher pitched moan from the feeling and rocked his hips forward, hitting deeper spots inside of you that had your hips spasming.

“nngh! rain!”

“fuck baby! oh yes… that’s it, just like that.”

you only continued to ride rain with more desperation and neediness, gripping onto his horns more tightly. he kept his grip tight on your hips, and jerked his hips forward to match with the rhythm of yours.

“yes… yes that’s it… hnnngh~ keep riding me like that.”

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➻ mountain ghoul

big boy mountain

i said what i said

this man has size and he uses it well

like— he’d do anything just to see you taking his massive dick. he likes knowing that his size makes you feel so good

his favorite thing to do is have you cockwarm him

mountain could be doing the most mundane task like reading a book or something, and he’d just have you sit on his cock

he gets off to watching you squirm on him, seeing you trying not to moan too loud while he sits there, not effected at all.

also, he gets turned on seeing his cock inside of you

like that tummy bulge is there, and he loves staring at it.

mountain will push his palm down on your tummy, feeling himself move inside of you while he fucks you into oblivion

“ahhh~.. you feel that? that’s me making you feel good. i know you love it.”

mountain is fully aware of how big he is, and therefore he’s gentle with you

he’ll start off slow, but then he’ll gradually increase the pace until your legs are shaking like crazy

he will lift you up in his arms while he’s pounding into you. he likes the feeling of you being close to him

like— this man can be standing up and he’ll still have you in his arms while he’s fucking you

mountain also likes to watch you ride him

but his favorite positions is bending you over a counter or the bed while he’s going to town on you

will grip your hips so hard that it leaves marks which is incredibly hot too btw

mountain is insanely good at giving head

he’s addicted to your taste. he wouldn’t mind sitting between your legs for hours while lapping at your cunt/sucking your dick

also wraps his arms tightly around your thighs while he’s between your legs, just to make sure you’re not squirming too much

when he’s in heat he’s more needy, but also a little more rough

like this one time— you were teasing him a bit too much and it ended with you on his bed, tangled in the sheets while you were gasping for air

he’s sure to give you plenty of aftercare afterwards

one time while you both were sleeping together, you were awakened by the sounds of him moaning in his sleep.

mountain was definitely having a wet dream because he was moaning your name and grunting

so you woke him up in a pleasant way by jerking him off while he chased his climax in his sleep

it’s safe to say, you found yourself sitting on him afterwards

mountain was definitely in the zone at the moment.

“i can’t concentrate if you’re moving like that.”

it’s clear he was having no problem with what he was doing right now, but your situation was a little different.

sitting on his cock, but not being able to move, you were stuck on his lap— one of his strong hands grasping your hips to prevent you from moving while you let out soft whimpers of desperation.

“m-mountain please… i can’t take it..”

you had decided to wake up mountain from a nice dream by … pleasing him down there. in return, he decided to force you on his lap and make you take his hard on, not letting you move.

“sit still, pretty thing. you did this to yourself.” mountain whispered into your ear, his eyes still directed to the book he’s reading.

the earth ghoul jerked his hips upwards slightly to tease you, causing you to gasp and tighten around him.

“nnngh! mountain… please…”

“mhhh~ good… you’re doing great.. if you keep taking it well like that, i might reward you.”

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➻ swiss army ghoul

the king of kinks

this man has a whole list of all the shit he’s into, swiss is down to do anything, he’s called swiss army ghoul for a reason

literally everything turns him on, so he loves to experiment with you

position? he’s flexible enough to do anything you want

like he’ll either have you bending your legs backwards until your feet are against the bed frame, or he’ll bend down like holy mary, begging for you to just take him

his favorite position is your legs over his shoulders, simply because he likes hitting all of those sweet spots inside of you with his cock

swiss is the biggest switch to ever exist. he likes having control, but sometimes he wants to be controlled

one moment he’ll be railing you like there’s no tomorrow while whispering the kinkiest shit in your ear, the next he’s a blubbering and whimpering mess under you, just waiting for you to stop edging him

yeah he’s into orgasm denial. he likes being teased no matter how much he whines about it

choking kink, especially if he’s the one getting choked

swiss loves it when you choke him with a belt. will literally demand for you to strangle him harder. and when you deliver he just moans so loudly

his moans sound so hot too so that’s a bonus

makes out with you until you’re lips are numb, does this while he’s pounding into you

swiss has the most creative things to say in bed. he’s big on dirty talk

he’s just so entranced by the moment he can’t help but express how he’s feeling through words— and he’ll definitely degrade you too

“hnngh.. you’re such good little fuck doll for me.. ahh~ nothing but a cute little cumslut who’s only good for taking my loads.”

one word: bondage

and he usually prefers having you tied up

will strap you down to the bed with the prettiest red rope he can find, then he’ll go absolutely ham on you with the many toys he has

you bet your ass swiss owns a lot of toys

and he’ll use them to either edge you and have your legs shaking in anticipation, or overstimulate you until you physically can’t cum anymore

he’s very unpredictable in the sheets, but that’s what makes it so damn hot

one time you were sucking swiss off while he was singing for rehearsal

it was just you and him in the room, but you couldn’t resist going down on him, and it took everything in swiss’ power to not slip up and moan into the mic

needless to say, he let out a moan that was a little too loud and attracted a crowd

“you go down just like— nnngh! … holy maryy~”

currently, swiss was standing in front of his mic stand, singing along the backing vocals of mary on a cross. one hand was on the mic, and the other was on your head to keep your head steady.

you were on your knees in front of swiss’ aching and throbbing cock, with one hand on his hips and the other holding onto the base of his length, deepthroating him like your life depended on it.

it took everything in swiss’ willpower to not screw up and have people hear him moan… but it wasn’t exactly easy to do.

“hah… you really are going down like holy mary, aren’t you? you fucking whore.” swiss spat with a lustful chuckle, grabbing onto your hair and forcing you to go deeper, making you gag and whine from the feeling.

“m-mmmh—!”

“such a fucking slut for my dick. you couldn’t wait ‘till practice was over? ahhh~ … well this is what misbehaving brats like you get for not being patient.”

it seemed that the noise had attracted some attention from the other ghouls, who were peeking in the room to see what was happening. with wide eyes, you tried to pull away, but swiss’ hand forced your head down again, making you moan and your throat constrict around his cock tightly.

“no.. no you’re going to finish what you started. let them watch… let them watch me shoot my load down your throat. then, i’m going to fuck you over that table for them to see. got that?”

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➻ phantom ghoul

phantom likes to act like a lil’ cutie

and he is. he’s just freaky as hell in the sheets

this man likes to act all innocent, but in his mind, he runs wild with his kinky fantasies

he’s mostly learned from swiss and sodo. he gets a lot of his kinks from them since they share similar tastes

phantom fucks hard with bdsm

he doesn’t care if it’s you being dominant or if he’s the dominant one, phantom just gets off to the sensation and thrill of bdsm

just the thought of seeing himself/you covered in so many marks, bruises and hickeys from a long, cruel game of sadomasochism is enough to get him hard

he’s also more of a masochist than a sadist, but he still gets off to seeing you in a whimpering state of pleasure and pain

phantom is always sure to make sure you’re comfortable, since he knows how intense this kind of sex play can get

double checks safe words and reassured you that stopping him when it gets too intense is totally fine

corruption kink

but like— he won’t admit that he’s into it unless you bring up the idea to him

phantom likes to experiment a lot, especially when it comes to roleplaying in your sex life

PET PLAY. again, he doesn’t care if he’s the pet, or if you are, but he does like the idea of being leashed on a collar

literally as long as you and him gets to feel good he doesn’t mind whatever. phantom’s willing to be flexible

will literally get on his knees and beg you to let him suck you off/eat you out

phantom definitely whines

especially when he’s being given head, he can’t help but moan and whimper more loudly because he wants to get his rocks off more to your mouth

“n-nnnghh.. fuck you know to use your mouth.. a-ahh~ more please~..”

when phantom is experiencing a heat cycle that’s when he gets more interesting

he’s a lot more hyper and excitable, like an energized dog that needs to fuck out his energy

phantom’s also definitely more dominant in heat, usually going fast and hard because he’s that excited.

primal play, with him as the hunter, it gets especially intense in heat

like sometimes he’ll even play around with you, chasing you down the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you mercilessly against a tree

sometimes phantom won’t even give you room to breathe because he’s that deep into his carnal and lustful desires

he also definitely leaves bruising, reddish-purple hickeys everywhere, especially in places where the other ghouls can see them

will definitely kiss and lick the hickeys to soothe stinging feeling after he’s left them behind.

when phantom’s in a mean mood he loves to edge you.

he’ll keep you begging and moaning, while you’re writhing around in his grasp, begging for a release

and your tears turn him on too. he might even lick them off of you if he’s feeling extra horny

out of all the ghouls, phantom is the most gentle with his aftercare

he’ll literally spend hours pampering you like royalty to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe, and this is mainly due to all of the intense stuff you have phantom do during sex.

“awww.. look at you… you’re completely out of it.”

you were left panting on the bed, soft hiccups escaped from your throat and you were all curled up on the bed. phantom had just spent the past hour or so railing you into the next century— whipping out all sorts of wild cards that had your legs shaking.

you cringed slightly when you felt some of phantom’s cum drip out of your hole just from moving a bit. he really filled you up to the brim

the quintessence ghoul grinned and just scooped you up into his bare chest, gently whispering in your ear and stroking your hair.

“there you go… i got you now..” phantom whispered softly, while you cradled yourself into his arms, sighing softly from his tight embrace.

you could feel phantom’s tail coil around your leg, and tighten slightly, making you whimper due to the sensitivity from the previous session, and phantom just chuckled at the sound.

“phantom…” you whined out, but he just smirked down at you.

“when you’re feeling better, we can go at it a few more times. there’s still some things i want to try with you, and i won’t stop until you’re completely filled up with my cum.”

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[delusional-fantasising]

Unprofessional Necking

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: You didn’t think being Hank’s assistant came with another perk, you were supposed to help advance the makings of medicine but there was a certain someone with prying eyes that couldn’t take them off you.

Warning;

Overall: Miscommunication in work place, idiots in love, goofy yet mature Peter, Peter being a hopeless idiot yearning for you, fear of being late, bookshelf nearly falling, Hank not having any fucks to give. Also there is a part in the story where there is a note from me if you are new to me!

AFAB Version: Unprotected p in v, praise, body worship, creampie

AMAB Version: Unprotected anal, praise, bodyworship creampie

Don't be stupid and use protection in real life to prevent std or unwanted pregnancies!

At first it didn’t bother you, those dark brown eyes following every movement of your but soon enough, your heart raced every time he was around. His charm and silly personality getting to you, he made it obvious that he liked you too. Calling you nicknames and trying to ask you out on dates, but to you it felt wrong. Peter was the Quicksilver, Hank’s kinda work friend.

Pushing around the beakers of chemicals and agar plates around is what you were doing, you had to work on finding new ways to advance medicine for certain students who have special ailments caused by their mutations. You felt it again, you were hunched over your desk writing down observations of the molds growing on plates and you could just feel his presence behind you. The feeling of his gaze roaming along your lab coated body.

“You know Mr. Maximoff it is quite rude to just stare at someone and not say anything,” You mumbled, the noise of the pencil of the room was finally companies by Peter chuckling, he was leaning against the doorway while looking at your back. He finally responds with his usual cheeky tone, “Why can’t I just watch the blue furry’s assistant?Also why with the formality? Just call me Peter, we aren’t coworkers or anything.”

“You are my boss’s work friend, there for I have to be professional with you Mr. Maximoff,” You muttered annoyed at how Peter always seemed to be in this flirtatious mood whenever he sees you. He loved pestering you, wiggling into your spaces and your thoughts. He watched you spun around in the desk chair to face him, he was wearing the blue and yellow uniform. He looked so different when you first met him, you were Hank’s assistant for 15 years, starting as an intern then after the apocalypse one of the newest x-men had eyes on you, Peter Maximoff, the Quicksilver. You both were in your early 20’s when you first met now, 10 years later and now both of you are in your early 30’s. Peter adopted a more mature look yet he still had his goofy dork charm.

His silver hair more tussled today as his goggles hung loosely around his neck, he put on the stupid pout and sighed dramatically, “I guess we have to be professional…”

The pout cracked into that smirk as he sauntered over, the sassy walk then he stopped in front of you.

“No one has to know about a little unprofessional loving, Hank most certainly doesn’t need to know about you are necking with. C’mon just one chance sweetheart.” His index finger lifted up, he gave you this look that made you contemplate on letting go of this professionalism and the other part made you want to slap the shit of him. He lowered his hands grabbing the arms of your desk chair giving you a crooked playful grin, to his disappointment though you gave the answer.

“No Mr. Maximoff.”

Peter hesitated before letting go of the chair and stood up straight, rubbing the back of his neck. The smirk was gone momentarily but was replaced with a small smile as he responded, “Yeah knew you would say that but I guess I will try next week. Have a good day sweet cheeks.”

He respected your answer, like the week before, like the week before that week and went on. You did like him back but he knew that maybe one day you will finally let go of the professionalism. He still felt disappointed every time but he knew that one day will be the day.

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Hank was sick so you were left to manage the lab by yourself completely, you were going to lock the place up for the night. The soft hum of the lights, the clean white tiles, and the smell of cleaning agents all around you. You noticed that you forget to put one of the beakers away, it was one of the stubborn ones because Hank liked placing them on the very top shelf if the glass was clean.

“Just my fucking luck,” You mumbled under your breath, the glass was spotless meaning you had to somehow put it up on the top shelf. You always made Hank put these beakers away but he seemed to leave this one out by accident the day before. You were up on your tip toes, trying to place it up on the shelf. You almost got it up and the entire shelf began to wobble threatening to fall because how you were grabbing onto it. The sound of rattling and you almost dropped the beaker as the shelf began to tilt and began to fall towards you.

It was one of those moments where you didn’t know you messed up till shit goes down south. You opened your mouth to scream but then all the sudden you were sat on a chair across the room away from the shelf. The shelf rattled a bit but nothing feel over. A small gust of wind made your hair fly up, there was Peter. A concerned look on his face as he was also holding a now soiled bouquet of flowers, he was just planning to give you the flowers but he came right on time to use his speedster abilities to prevent the shelf from falling over and put the beaker away on the top shelf for you.

“Are you okay? I just came in here and the shelf was going to fall on you,” Peter began rambling as he set the messed up flowers down on the desk behind you. His hands then went your shoulders, checking for any injuries as if he was worried he was too late and maybe something had injured you. “Peter I am fine-”

“I just I-” Peter kept on going, he never felt the true fear of being late till now, what happened if he was only a few seconds late. That scenario began playing in his mind over and over again like a form of torture but then his thoughts were cut by you grabbing his hands, gently prying them off your shoulders. You made a firm contact and then reassured him, “Peter thank you.”

A few seconds past by and it was clear how much the speedster cared about you but then something came across his mind as a cheeky smile came across his face.

“You called me Peter instead of Mr. Maximoff. Does that mean you are no longer gonna be professional with me?” He cooed as he hoped maybe his good deed can score him that date, you gave him an confused smile and chuckle as you truly didn’t know how to react to his logic. It was so stupid, so idiotic, somehow so cute that he thought that the one deed can change the dynamic. It was so hard not to just say yes.

“C’mon sweet cheeks, pretty please?” He begged playful as he squeezed your hands in his, changing the positioning of both of his and your hands so his was a more romantic grasp. His hair was originally in a neat comb over but now it was in this messier version. (Dark Phoenix version if you can’t visualize it but make it slightly messy.)

“Peter I can’t just-” You began to chuckle and trying to find a way to convince them why they couldn’t pursue anything romantic due to professionalism. He obviously didn’t care, professional was definitely not his style. He lived on chaos so rules rarely went into consideration.

“Why not, please?” He cooed as he brought your hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles with a sly smirk on his face. Somethings never change about him, convincing this man would take years or centuries. Your heart pumping faster and face was getting a whole lot warmer as you began to just crack. “I uh…”

Peter noticed this, he gently opened your hand and kissed every finger tip then your palm while maintaining this somewhat serious yet suave eye contact. He wanted you, craved you. He thought your eyes were stunning and the way you laugh made his heart beat like a hummingbird. He was whipped and sure it wasn’t the most obvious but in this moment it became clear as day that none of the times of him flirting was ever a joke.

He soon decided to try something more bold, he began kissing up your arm as you struggled to force yourself to stop him. You had to be professional not fall to the temptation, this was like a forbidden fruit you weren’t supposed to take but why does it have to feel so good. His lips met your shoulder before he whispered softly wanting more, “Please, no one has to know.”

…

You shouldn’t have because you had this feeling that maybe it wouldn’t be a one time thing, you allowed Peter into your home. The rush to the bedroom, hands roaming everywhere and the sound of Peter’s soft chuckles. He enjoyed finally getting what he so heavily craved. His hands stopped at your hips and he pulled his lips away from yours, his thumb caressing you, threatening to go under your shirt as he asked, “Do I have your permission to go further sweetheart? I am fine with just cuddling.”

Your voice caught in your throat as this was the moment, what if you lose your job by doing this but hey you were just kissing him so if you lose your job, lose it in lust.

“You have my permission Peter,” You answered finally, the corners of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled. The floorboards creaked and the sound of shoes shuffling around as they were getting kicked off. Peter’s hands on your body with murmured praises, he wasn’t letting his chance go down badly for you, he wanted it to benefit both you and him. His hands slipping the lab coat off, letting it spill onto the floor. Your body bumping onto the ledge of your mattress, your hands cautiously moved along his body, allowing yourself to succumb to your needs.

Passion and romance in the air, Peter was helping you unzip his uniform. The yellow and blue suit being thrown onto the floor with your coat, then joining was your shirt and pants.

Okay quick interruption for my freaky individuals. I will write two parts since I am aware that not everyone has the same parts. I will write one where the reader insert has le coin slot and the other has a joystick. The pronouns will stay gender neutral and the body type i will try staying as neutral as possible, look for a massive paragraph breaks. If I mess up about anything regarding about the female anatomy please tell me, I would rather someone tell me than just let me sit in ignorance. There is an ending to this whole thing fyi so you may have to skip over a bit if you aren’t into f/m or m/m sex or just sex in general, okay resuming back to the story

AFAB version

Peter’s hands roamed along your stomach, his mouth traveling along you neck, his touch practically worshiping every inch of skin he could access. The two of you get into the bed, under the covers as the last few articles of clothing come off. Peter was definitely visibly excited, his cock ready for what Peter called ‘Necking’

It started off slowly, surprisingly coming from Peter but he didn’t just do what every idiotic man driven by lust does and just shoves it all in, he instead starts slowly with just a little bit of foreplay and more praises.

“You look atomic sweetheart,” Peter whispered as his hands caress your thighs, parting them so he could be between them. His eyes wandering around just admiring what he thought was a master piece. The soft vibration coming from his finger tips as they traveled down between your legs to your clit, he wanted you to feel good first. Leaning down to bury his face in your neck as he planted kisses. Your eyelashes began to flutter and everything work related finally left you alone as you allowed yourself to stop stressing.

“Peter…” Soft shaky exhales as your hands went to Peter’s back, nails pressing into his skin with subtle rocking of your hips trying to urge more friction. Your body creating it’s natural lubricant for his waiting cock, he mumbled sweet nothings under his breath or questions; ‘That’s it sweetheart’, ‘Do you like this?’, and ‘You look heavenly.’

The bed creaked under the shifting weight of the two of you as Peter moved himself closer to you, he craved you in so many ways that words and actions could never bring enough justice.

“Peter I am ready for you now,” You murmured as one of your hands ran through his silvery locks, he takes this as a cue to just shift himself closer. His hand stopped vibrating and he used it to guide himself in, easing in with the pair of moan and hushed whispers. Hugging your waist while slowly thrusting, refraining from just going to town on your pussy.

“Fuck mmm- sweetheart you feel so good,” Peter groaned, sounding a little whiny. He loved how you squirmed under him, he made sure to do whatever you needed. Those moans of his name drove him insane.

“Just like that Peter,” You mewled between thrusts, you bet that Peter didn’t change a single thing even when he had the urge to go faster or harder. He adored how you looked in his arms under him, his eyebrows knitted in concentration. The room felt like it was getting hotter by the second, the room being filled with the sounds of sex. Kissing your jawline before kissing you to swallow all those moans made the experience better.

He could feel your body tensing up, on the verge of going over the edge. He loved how you were getting more vocal and how your nails dug into his back. He was going to check out the evidence on his back later, he focused on every little thing about you. Then he stilled after one last thrust, deep in you with a loud groan. Coming down from the joined high, the room was filled with pants. Peter chuckled softly, his dark eyes looking down at you. He had this stupid whipped and dorky smile on his face, there was no way that he was treating this as mere casual one time sex. He was definitely head over heels.

“You are so damn hot and sexy,” He mumbles as he just rests his face into your shoulder, softly kissing your skin. You were just processing the fact you had some ‘necking’. It was definitely mind blowing and you were most likely going to come back for more.

AMAB version

Peter’s ran his hands along your sides before scooping you up by your thighs, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. A messy passionate series of kisses that soon went to your neck and collarbone, his silver hair falling before his eyes. Carrying you over to the bed, getting in and dropping you so you were under him, with him being positioned between your legs.

“You are so atomic sweetheart,” He mumbled between kisses, he could feel the tent in your undergarments and enjoying your body’s reaction to his touch. His hands fondling your thighs, calloused fingers running down your skin. The bed creaked as the two shifted around and you were under the sheets and covers of your bed. The way his hand went to your undergarment, sticking two fingers under the elastic band of the clothing as he gently tugged them off with a little maneuvering around. His boxers also came off as well, you could feel him against you but before he did anything to please himself, you were the number one priority.

He first began by testing out the waters as he used his own saliva as makeshift lubricant since he doubt you had any on stand by for this occasion. It was slow easing two fingers in, the mild discomfort on your face made him pause momentarily to check if you were okay.

“Hey tell me if it ever gets uncomfortable, I wouldn’t want you getting the idea I don’t care about you,” Peter speaks up as he had loving expression on his face, his messy silver hair making him look more softer. His free hand goes to one of your hands, interlocking fingers giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. First it hurt to have his fingers in you but then soon he knew how to work those fingers. Loving how you mewled his name and squirmed just from his touch.

He was worshiping your body, bring the hand he was holding to kiss your knuckles, whispering against your skin praise or asking you simple questions; ‘That’s it sweetheart’, ‘Do you like this?’, and ‘You look heavenly.’

He massaged your prostate with his fingers, his body having the natural reaction to arousal. His waiting cock waiting for a little bit of ‘necking’ then you finally gave him the go sign that you were ready by mewling, “I am ready Peter, please…”

Peter just did what you asked of him, sheathing himself deep inside, every inch filling you to the absolute brim. He started slow but each time it just send waves of pleasure within you because he knew where it felt good. His self control was being tested, he knew that he had to be gentle and needed to be gentle but there was a part of him that just wanted to take you and just go to absolute town on your ass like there was no tomorrow.

Hushed whispers of encouragement and noises of pleasure filled up the room. It just felt so right and nothing could stop Peter, he wants you and he wants you to like him back openly. His eyebrows knitted in concentration, one hand on your hip and the other holding your hand tightly, squeezing it with each thrust.

He loved watching your face contorting with pleasure, he was going to treat you like a god. His lips pressed against your jaw and he hears you whine after a specific deep thrust, “Peter keep doing that…”

He does what you say, it doesn’t take that long till he notices that you are on the brink of going over the edge. His kisses peppering every part of your skin and he practically melts at the sounds you make as you topple over the edge, crying out his name in a way that makes him feel like he wants only more of you.

His thrusts getting sloppy as he witnesses your cock spurt ropes on his stomach and he just stiffens up with a soft grunt. His eyes fluttering as he finishes, there was a standstill where the room was filled with pants. You knew that you didn’t just want a one night stand like Peter, this necking and all the flirting just made it feel like something else had to happen. Losing your job or not.

…

End part

You were strolling to work extremely nervous and paranoid, you felt like everyone knew who you did all weekend long. Entering the cold lab felt like a practical sign that you were going to lose your job.

Hank was working at his desk and just mutters a small ‘hi’, he of course doesn’t know jackshit but it’s the overthinking that makes you walk up to him and start apologising profusely, “Hank I’m really sorry I did something incredibly unprofessional and I just really want to keep my job but I know you want to keep the work place built with honesty!”

Hank was startled and just listened to your rant, he thinks you have lost your marbles and he doesn’t understand why you are apologising. He doesn’t know you slept with Peter, he stops you with a quick wave with his hand and asks, “Please explain what you did, depending on what it is, I can decided on a punishment whether it be having you work more hours.”

“I want to start a relationship with Peter but I know that it’s unprofessional of me,” You blurt out with cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, the blue man just stares at you blankly. Hank quite literally gives zero shits with who you spend time with or sleep with at all, he can’t talk because he has dated a few of his coworkers before too. Peter wasn’t even your coworker.

“I don’t really care, get to work on cleaning the glass slides,” Hank told you as he just gets back to work writing down the data tables for the medicine reports and evidence.

[artssslut2]

“You Just Have to Copy Everything I Do”

Art x Patrick x Reader

Summary: Patrick finds out some big news and looks to his best friend for advice.

Dad!Art + Dad!Patrick

A lot had happened since Lily was born it had been about five months. Patrick had purposed to y/f/n last month. It was soon but when he knows something he knows it. Patrick was crazy about her. You and art also loved her of course. The four of you would often spend time together, go on double dates or hang out at your house, they both adored Lily, you couldn’t blame them.

Tonight you had a little get together planned with Patrick and his fiancé just dinner and maybe a card game or a movie after Lily was down for the night. Art was finishing getting Lily I’m her pajamas and rocking her to sleep when you heard the doorbell ring, it was a little early but you didn’t mind you went to answer but it was only Patrick. A pale distressed looking Patrick, leaning against the doorframe. Before you could say anything he opened his mouth

“Hey, Um can I talk to Art?” He said a little shaken up. You didn’t ask any questions you just hoped he was okay this was weird

“Yeah he’s with Lily let me go grab him” you said

“Wait I mean if he’s putting her to bed I can jus-“

“Patrick it’s okay I’ll go get him.” You smiled, you knew this was serious, you could finish your daughters night routine.

You walked into the nursery and saw Art in the rocking chair with Lily fast asleep in his arms with a blanket and her pacifier.

“Babe Patrick’s here he needs to talk to you.” You whispered to not wake the baby

“He can wait a minute” Art said looking down at his daughter peacefully. This was Arts version of heaven

“Art you should go now I think he needs you” you told him, Art looked up then got the message. Standing up taking Lily with him

“Alright but I’m taking my baby with. We didn’t get our full cuddle time” he said leaving the room quickly kissing you in passing as you chucked at him.

Art came out into the dimly lit living room where Patrick was sitting.

“This better be good” Art said sitting across from his best friend, adjusting Lily so she was laying in his arms. He expected Patrick to say something stupid

“She’s pregnant.” He said immediately staring at the wall. Arts mouth opened in shock

“Y/f/n?” He asked knowing the answer. Patrick nodded slowly

“And are you guys… happy?” Art carefully asked a little shocked. Patrick looked at Art then Lily then back at Art, he waited a minute

“I don’t know. We’re getting married, and I love her. I really love her. I just- I don’t-“ he tried to find the words but couldn’t

“Your terrified.” Art finished

“Yeah. I mean we talked about having kids in the future but I didn’t think it would be right now” Patrick breathed out “we aren’t married we don’t have a house we haven’t talked about what to do when the baby is born” Patrick fell back leaning on the couch his hand on his eyes

“You guys will figure it out. Pat you’ve never really been a traditional guy and you love her and she loves you that’s all that really matters. As long as you have each other’s backs it will be fine” Art told him

“I don’t want to mess this up Art. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me you know? “

“Yeah I do. It’s scary. I know it was a little different with me and y/n but Jesus Patrick I was scared shitless” Art said letting out a small laugh thinking back on the time he first found out he was gonna be a dad.

“Are you still scared?” Patrick asked looking at the sleeping baby

“Cmon of course I’m still scared. Everyday. But Patrick trust me it’s all worth it, when they look at you and grab your finger, it’s like nothing else matters. It’s scary but you figure it out as you go. Just the other day Lily had a cold and we had no idea what to do. We had to call my mom and she almost flew in because we were so freaked out… I know you don’t have the best relationship with your parents but me and y/n are right here. We’ve already done this we can help.” He told his best friend meaning every word. Patrick smiled at Art “I’ve known you forever and I know your gonna be fine. You’ll be a great dad Pat… mabye not as good as me but good.” He joked making Patrick chuckle.

“Thanks man.”

“You know this will kind of be fun our kids can be best friends and grow up together now.” Art said relizing that this might just be perfect.

“Yeah I guess so. Lilys gonna have a new best friend pretty soon” Patrick smiled looking at his niece. Patrick stood up and Art followed

“You just have to copy everything I do don’t you Zweig” Art smirked. Patrick rolled his eyes smiling.

“I gotta get back to y/f/n.” Patrick said heading for the door.

“Yeah remember it’s scary for you but it’s a lot more scary for her” Art told Patrick, patrick agreed then left Arts house. Art smiled to himself thinking about how much he and his friend had grown up, now they were both gonna have kids. He didn’t know if Patrick would settle down but now he’s having a baby and getting married. Art looked at Lily and laughed a little

“Uncle Patrick is giving you a friend champ, can you believe it” he kissed Lily’s head and brought her to her crib.

[hockeyluvrr]

Since you said you are a swiftie as am I. Can I request Luke Hughes with a swiftie girlfriend. Her just explaining the meaning of songs too him and why Taylor does Taylor’s version

of course! thank you so much for requesting! this is actually my first fic ever on here so I hope I did a good enough job! I hope you like it! 🫶🏻

MASTERLIST

Taylor’s Version || lh43

word count : 753

gif is not mine!

It was one of those rare evenings where Luke had no plans, no NHL games and had nothing but free time. He was laying on the couch in your shared apartment while you were kneeling on the floor surrounded by your collection of Taylor Swift CDs and vinyls.

You had practically begged Luke all week for him to let you play him Taylor’s music so he could, in your words, listen to it the right way. Finally with a free night, and a bribe of pizza, you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“So, you ready for your Taylor Swift lesson?” You grinned as you flipped through your vinyls and CDs.

“Do I have a choice?” He joked.

“Absolutely not.” You smile before placing the Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) vinyl on the record player, listening as the melody of Enchanted (Taylor’s Version) started playing.

“So, what’s this song?” Luke speaks up after a minute of listening.

“So, this song is called ‘Enchanted’. It’s this song about feeling that instant connection when you first meet someone. Like when you click with someone and you’re hoping with everything within you that they felt the same thing you did.”

“Oh, like when we first met?” Luke teased slightly with a small smirk.

Your cheeks flush slightly as you nod. “Yeah, pretty much. I swear when we first met all I was thinking was, ‘Please don’t be in love with someone else.’” Luke’s smile only widened at your words.

“You’re so cheesy, you know that baby?”

“Just a little bit.” You joke.

You both sat there for a little while, just listening to the song. Luke surprisingly found himself tapping his fingers on his thigh to the melody. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be into Taylor’s music as much you are, but he was slowly beginning to understand why her music meant so much to you.

“Hey baby?” Luke speaks up when the song finishes, the start of ‘Better Than Revenge’ playing as he does.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have two versions of the same album?” He asks pointing at the vinyls of the original album and the rerecorded album.

“Oh, you mean Taylor’s Versions? Let me explain.” You say, a bit excited to explain this to your boyfriend. “Okay, so basically Taylor’s Versions are re-recorded versions of the original albums she released.”

“Why does she need to re-record them? Aren’t they already her songs?” Luke muttered, clearly confused.

“Well technically yes, she wrote them but she doesn’t own them.”

“Wait, what? I thought if you wrote the song, it was yours.”

“You’d think so, right? But, it’s complicated. She wrote the songs, but her label owned the masters. That means that she didn’t have control go how her music was used, the label did.”

“That���s messed up.”

“Exactly!” You smile, glad Luke was following your explanation. “So, a few years ago, the label was sold. And when it was sold, so were her masters. But the guy who sold them didn’t tell her they were being sold and so she never had a chance to buy her own masters. So, she decided that instead of accepting that she didn’t own them, she decided to re-record all her old albums so that she could own the new versions…aka Taylor’s Version.”

“Woah…that’s actually pretty smart. So, she’s taking back control, one album at a time?”

“Yeah, that’s why us swifties are so passionate about Taylor’s Version. It’s more than the music, it’s about her taking back what’s rightfully hers.”

Luke nods at your explanation before laying back on the couch. “I get why you like her so much now. Thank you for explaining everything to me, even if I don’t understand every little detail.”

“That’s okay, I like explain everything to you. It’s like how you explain all your hockey stuff to me, that’s your way of sharing a little bit of your world with me and this is my way.” You smile as you lean against the front of the couch, Luke’s hand automatically coming up to brush gently through your hair.

As you both sat there in comfortable silence, with Taylor’s voice echoing softly in the background, you felt your heart swell in happiness. You were glad Luke was willing to listen to and understand Taylor’s music, it meant everything to you.

“Alright,” Luke spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. “Play me another album.”

You smiled widely as you reached for your vinyl of Red (Taylor’s Version). “You’re in for a treat, baby.”

[survivalove]

Air Temple Island, the Water Tribes & the Real Life Influences that bring them together

I was gonna screenshot a post I saw and add it to my post but I don’t feel like giving that individual attention (and the 300+ notes they got), so I just decided to make my own standalone post debunking this narrative that air temple island is this fully air nomad brothel (yes they said this) with ZERO water tribe motifs which katara is forced to live in until aang passed away.

frankly it just reminded me of how little people in this fandom actually bother to analyze the actual content, instead preferring to write entirely made up scenarios of katara being reduced to an air nomad incubator along with dozens other female acolytes (yes they also said this lmao. also them acting like both male AND female acolytes weren’t living on the whole other side of the island 😭)

when in truth, i’ve come to find a lot of elements of both water tribes as well as traditional inuit elements across air temple island:

1. the paifang

a traditionally chinese element that for some reason is exclusively found in the northern water tribe (why do they have a gate inside a throne room, you ask? ask the white people that made this show). the one on the left is actually one of two aang BUILT, at the main entrance and another at the temple entrance. this is just one example of water tribe design on the island.

2. the bagua mosaic

another structure is the bagua mosaic on the training grounds. bagua is a set of traditional chinese symbols of the cosmology, taoism. the bagua composes of 8 sets of broken or unbroken lines that represent yin and yang. where have we seen yin and yang in the original series? oh yeah, as tui and la of the water tribe! (because atla is a mess of asiatic and indigenous motifs joined together and spread out across each nation, mainly traditionally chinese elements at that.) aang building this right next to the air nomad training grounds is a symbol of the dual bending heritage their children will have.

3. gold and blue accents

now, gold and blue are the main colors of the exterior structures but is also very strong inside the air temple itself. note, the massive air nomad symbol designed fully in blue in the center and the blue banners and rugs throughout the temple. this is no doubt, for me, a visual depiction of both katara and aang’s representative cultures, but of course this is not limited to color only.

4. cloud carvings

now, this is a slight detour since clouds aren’t a significant part of either of their individual cultures (that we know) but i love the kataang monopoly they have on clouds as a couple so i’m talking about it. if you look at these images very closely what do you see? CLOUD CARVINGS!! specifically near the ceiling of the pavilion (left) and the arches and walls of the temple (right) just imagining aang painting and etching these very consistent swirls, like he’ll never be the selfish inconsiderate unromantic loser you people want him to be, but let’s get more into the southern water tribe style interior.

5. interior design

so here is a southern water tribe white lotus outpost vs the air temple island main dining room. first thing, the seat cushions and rug! while we don’t see air nomad eating quarters we do get to see enough SWT customs both in atla and lok, to know this is how they traditionally eat compared to the north (limiting myself on pics cuz mobile).

another thing is the dining table itself. both have what i believe to be built in fire pits (i couldn’t actually tell for the air temple island one cuz of the quality but if you zoom in you can see the lines go in the table plus the hanging kettle on it makes it obvious to me idk). the southern water tribe one however is clear and likely a more traditional version of what aang and katara have.

thirdly, the exposed timber on the ceiling. i actually looked it up and found this is a common element of these two inuit structures: left is an aasiaat peat house and right is an igloolik turf house. all this for me to believe not only did aang build air temple island to be a haven for the TWO of them but also that katara herself had a lot of input on the interior than people care to notice lol.

maybe instead of projecting these loser fantasies of katara being some unwilling air nomad baby making machine so you can feel better about your fantasies of katara living in a red palace with people that tried to wipe her out for a whole century, you all can go study the actual canon you were shown and the real life cultures the franchise takes from.

6. lastly, some of my own headcanons/stuff i want to see in the movie

the bathroom because I LIVE for a white marble tiled bathroom. i just know katara has to have a HUGE tub and they have one of those insane glass showers that can fit like 3 people, with cloud swirls everywhere because aang clearly got it like that

the KITCHEN, i imagine it being timber like the dining room and is probably on the other side behind the built-in shelf (get into the details like hello). in a perfect world, it would be open plan but hey

the bedroom, now we saw it in lok a bit but i wanna see it in the gaang movie too. i’m on pic limit but there’s a lot of artwork and flowers throughout the whole house which i give katara credit for because I can. like the desk, the bookshelf, that fancy looking vase thing? these two clearly have taste like don’t talk to me rn

I also didn’t show the rooms and aang’s study but there’s a lot of blue decor in those places which makes me think katara decorated the whole house, even the acolytes’ hall has blue sitting cushions and columns which i think is such a nice detail.

if you guys have any air temple island headcanons of your own please reply with some i’m feening lol

big shoutout to this user:

atla-annotated (their page is so great and filled with a lot of incredible information if you guys like this sort of stuff)

[torturedblue]

It’s the middle of the week, have some dancing turtles

Spoilers below as I gush about my Mutant Mayhem Monday experience 🤗 please feel free to gush with me I wanna hear other people’s thoughts too!

First off… When Seth wanted to put the teenager in TMNT he meant it. Like, all the versions act like teenagers, but like Nickelodeon PG stereotypical teens. MM turtles were the realest PG-13 outta pocket 21st century teenagers I’ve ever seen and I love that shit because it’s the first time I actually felt like I was around the kids in middle school and high school again with the way they talk. Kinda appreciate Superfly cussing too? Like idk it’s Ice Cube and this villain goes hard tryna kill some teenage turtles he formally saw as his lil cousins, let the grown mutant cuss

Also uh, was not expecting to be sad so early in the movie? Like I could tell from the trailers it was gon be an emotional rollercoaster but shit like ten minutes in and these turtles are fuckin depressed. And to see it really hit me because in every other version (except for Bayverse) the turtles literally never let not being part of the human world get to them. In the shows especially they’re so well adjusted and never bothered by sticking to the shadows. Then there’s Rise where they pretty much go out whenever they want and indulge in most of the human world stuff they want to. For these guys to be so stunted and desperate to have more freedom was so heart wrenching. Especially when Splinter grounds them for a whole month and the reality sinks in of how much they know the life they want isn’t an option for them

Wasn’t expecting any kind of ship or romance but that crush Leo has on April hit me like truck because…… holy crap the Leo-April pair has never been a thing? On top of that this is only the second on screen black April we’ve seen and I’ve been a Leo kinnie across the board since day one so to see this combo of my favorite character liking a black girl is making me lose my mind 🥲 and like it got me thinking of several of my favorite shows and the single characters I kin in those and if they’ve ever had black love interests and it’s just still not a common normalized thing honestly.

I’m sure a lot of people aren’t excited for the prospect of ships coming back (especially after 2012 scarred us) but as a Leo lover and black girl it got me so excited to see something like this. I’m just hopeful and optimistic they won’t mess it up like a lot of shows do. The “this is just as friends line” already makes me a little worried bc that trope never has a good history but I have faith they’ll handle things tastefully and not make it toxic or messy

MURDER THE SHREKS!

“I assume you’d wanna be on camera. ‘Cause you have, like a very camera ready look…” OKAY SMOOOOOTH LEONARDOOOOOO 👏🏽

Could not stop laughing while he was shooting his shot my face was literally donnie’s restraining myself from bursting out laughing

Just a couple of my favorite questions that April wrote down for them:

“Do you carry salmonella?” Look I still don’t know wtf salmonella is but it’s the second time a TMNT iteration has joked about it so I’m starting to think it has something specifically to do with turtles 👀

“Have you caught covid?” Oml covid exists in this world

“Are you the source of covid?” OUT OF LINE 💀

“How many people has the red bandana turtle stabbed? Does he need therapy?” Yes.

“Does sunlight cause you to burst into flames?” They’re- they’re not vampires? 😂

Leon Ardo deserves the world and whatever he wants in it give him everything 😭

I will never understand what made Donnie laugh so hard at the name Nardo other than it being because it’s his sibling and that it bothers Leo lmao

All imma say about the puke scene is that I’m glad I heard an “out of context” spoiler about it bc I knew exactly when to look away and I’m glad I did bc the scene lasted for so long??? 😀❓But hey at least I had Unwritten to listen too while I was sparing my eyes 😂

The sequence of them going around and shaking down those gangs and Superfly’s connections. BAD. ASS. And each of them got their own moments to shine? Loved it. Like they each even got to take point and have their moments where they got to kick in the door lol. And the fight scenes were just, muah. Chef’s kiss, they all looked amazing taking grown ass adults down together

Okay Splinter definitely gets the best dad award for putting together that little surprise party, with all the celebrity Chris’s and pretending to wait on them 🥺 so pure. It did make me sad the guys immediately left and you can just see such a sad dejected look on Splinter’s face, knowing he can’t provide what his kids really want or make them happy enough without it 🥲 At the very least they say thanks and that they appreciate but I would’ve at least stayed for a lil bit and gone along with it, Splinter just looked so excited about it and it was so sweet 😭

And he doesn’t even get upset though he knows they’re hiding something, he just says he’ll help them if they’ve gotten into trouble, which is something I’m sure almost every kid has wanted instead of having the kind of relationship where they’re more scared of telling their parents they messed up instead of handling it on their own

I love how musical Superfly’s family is 😂 Ray Filet just starts sing-introducing his name and Mondo and the other couple mutants when they drive with in the car trying to find music they could all sing to together 🥹 not to mention the musical references Superfly makes later that I’ll get to. “Kinda don’t wanna murder everyone on Earth, I just kinda wanna sing” Me too bruh.

Raph immediately going “goochi goochi goo” and playing peekaboo with Genghis frog is so underrated that boy has such a soft side he’s not even that afraid of showing at times, and maybe it’s continuing the trope of Raph having a soft spot for pets/animals? Who knows 😌

Yo I was kinda shook when that government guy knocked Leo out and he just fell unconscious on the ground 😶 Like we’re used to seeing the authorities be brutal especially in movies like this but that’s a whole teenager? You just assaulted a minor? 🙂 Crazy

Also I know it’s sad they got captured and drained painfully but Mikey in that scene was hilarious 😂 like even the way he was dramatically crying and Leo was just started to cry with him like “iM sO sOrRy mIkEeEeEy! 😭” gold. When one of his children is hurting Leo hurts too. One of my favorite moments 🤣

They literally started singing BTS while being tortured they’re so unserious but like in a serious way to them and I love it. Also the fact that they did it just to make Donnie feel better? So pure. Like Raph of all turtles offered to sing while being drained of blood (bc I refuse to use the m word 💀)

The way Splinter snuck in and soloed literal government soldiers single handedly? Badass. Never loved seeing a Splinter save his sons so much 🥹

“But it’s the only way we’ll be accepted.”

“No! We accept you!”

“You can come live with us! We accept you!”

“WE VIBE!”

Oml they’re so puuuuure 😭 I really thought this was gonna be a moment where the guys invite them all to come live with them and Splinter was gonna be like ‘aha 😬 whoa slow down there’ but damn nah he was just as enthusiastic as them inviting all those mutants to come live in their home forever “The more the merrier!” Like ugh he just loves finding family like Baxter Stockman and we see where the guys got their loving nature from 🥹

The amount of his soul Mikey put into that BROSEEEPH was so real like I’ve never heard the name broseph be said in any other way, I’m so glad they put that moment in there

“New York, New York!” “I’m the king of New York!”

Oml superfly’s a Broadway baby 🤗 he’s a big bad villain marching through time square and talking about King Kong but he’s fill gonna nerd out and make his musical theatre references 😂

“For once in your life you didn’t sound lame. You actually started to sound like a leader”

“That was really heartfelt Raph”

I love the Leo Raph dynamic in this movie. Like they don’t always agree or understand each other but they will show love towards one another and show mutual appreciation

Something about any of the turtles shells cracking always gets to me for some reason like those are some serious permanent injuries so I want to see if they do anything special with that in the sequel or show maybe 🤔 And I couldn’t tell if all of theirs cracked or just one, and if so which turtle it was. I think Leo or Raph. I feel like it was Leo but Raph’s are also starting to have a trend of getting cracks in their shells so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also I do not want to judge what other people like to wear but why are Raph and Donnie the only normal dressed ones 😭 like Mikey looks like he’s going on vacation and Leo looks like he’s going to clock in at Best Buy 😂 tell me it’s because they have limited resources for clothes lmao. HE’S LITERALLY WEARING A LANYARD

Them taking off the masks was crazy honestly… like them deciding not to wear them made my brain pause until I realize they’re kids going to school now and not being ninjas all the time… they don’t need them anymore. I’m just so pleased with the fact that this movie was willing to do what all other iterations weren’t. I see why they’re getting a sequel and show already, these guys and the plot development deserve so much more exploration

Maybe I missed something in the beginning but I’m wondering where Stockman went. Like is he still in custody? Did he die? Because not seeing him again that’s what I assumed but we only saw him get arrested or whatever, so if anything I don’t get why Superfly and the others wouldn’t try to break him out 🤔 I was surprised they didn’t make him a villain though, but I’m pretty happy about him getting to be a more optimistic kind character tho

SHREDDER HAD ME SHOOK LIKE THE ARMOR ALREADY LOOKED SO COOL AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING THEM TO GET THE BIG BAD INVOLVED AHHHH I’M SO READY TO SEE THEM REACT TO THIS ANGRY GIANT TIN CAN

Although I do wonder if Shredder’s gonna have some personal gripe with them since they have a different backstory he doesn’t seem to be a part of. And shit now that they’re public and in school it’s gonna be so much easier for him to go after them 😅 pluses and minuses…

The soundtrack: golden. Cultured. Nothing but range. Goes from a 90’s rap song to Natasha Bedingfield’s soulful 2000’s song. Most movies only ever have all pop mainstream songs or only rap songs because they think they can’t mix but MM does it effortlessly. The turtles are so versatile not just with music genres but they make old and new references ‘cause they’re well rounded kings 💪🏽 Between rizz, Adele, broski, Hey Arnold, K-Pop, Ferris Bueller, etc… I mean Donnie’s literally doing the sprinkler and the funky chicken in that gif up top 😂 they’re born in 2008 I doubt any kids today know about those dances anymore

Clearly I have all the thoughts and feelings about these boys and the movie, but I think this is probably my favorite TMNT movie? I’ve loved all of them but I think this one definitely brings me the most comfort fr

[wayfayrr]

May I request legend and/or ravio falling for an isekai reader? thank u <3

of course you can <3 this is more legend coping and reader finding out about him falling for them but I hope you'll enjoy it still!! I think I've found out I can't really write for Ravio well tho so it's just Legend and reader

It’s not been long since I started to travel with the chain, a few months at max, but even still it’s enough time to have ended up travelling through several different versions of Hyrule. With the most recent and current being the veterans’ own. Leading him to take advantage of the fact he can visit his own house again, he’s also oddly pleased that - by his admission - someone who usually stays here is for the moment elsewhere. Looping back to the present situation I’m in.

“Legend, are you sure it’s alright for me to use your bed? This is your house, I really don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re the one who has the least experience with travelling, you can take it. Maybe my bed will pick up your scent.”

Legend’s been acting like this for a while now. Getting used to him being a little standoffish with my arrival and the fact that I’m not from any Hyrule is one thing but now that he’s gotten to know me somewhat it seems like that’s flipped to him being more overbearing. With how he wants to protect me from things that aren’t even a threat to me, you could almost mistake him for being in love. If it weren’t for the fact that I know I have to leave at some point then he’d have a chance however, it isn’t fair to him that I’d have to abandon him at some point.

“But it’s your bed, I don’t want to steal it from you, even if it isn’t for long.”

“It’s not stealing if I’m offering it to you, but since you seem so against that idea… we could share?”

“You’re not going to drop the idea of me taking your bed, are you? Fine, I’ll give in - we can share your bed Legend.”

This might be the first time I’ve seen him where his face matched the colour of his hair; isn’t that adorable?  Would that mean that sharing a bed here has the same meaning as back home, likely… Or Legend just has feelings for me, or both.

Probably both.

Sharing a bed with Legend doesn’t sound bad, with him getting this flustered at even the idea makes it seem like it’s going to be interesting.  

Seeing how the rest of the chain has settled down for the night as well it’s just Legend and me, now his face has gotten even redder since he first asked if we would share his bed. 

“Well - how uhh how are we going to do this [name]?”

Shrugging I got into the bed and held the blanket up for him to get in, it’s not like there are too many other ways to go about this. After a moment when he finally got over his fluster and managed to crawl in next to me and lie still with his arms by his side. 

“This, yeah I guess this works.”

“Now then Legend, when was it you fell for me?”

So that’s what it takes for him to become a spluttery mess, a simple question. Granted it was a simple question, while he is laying tucked against me in his own bed, and one he knows I have a vague answer to as I was able to ask him. 

“Take your time, I’ll be here all night.”

“... I don’t, It’s been gradual. I realised when we ended up here…”

A face being buried into my shoulder paired with his arms wrapping around me was a pleasant surprise, it’s like he’s trying to hide his fluster.

“If I said I’d be interested in a relationship with you then?”

“...What?”

“How would you react if I told you that I’d like to …oh, what do you call it here… ‘court’ you? I know that I can’t exactly stay in Hyrule forever, but in the meantime we could make it work…”

A-and I’ve broken him, well from what I can tell of his face heating up he seems embarrassed beyond what should have been possible. That’s fine though, I did say it like that on purpose to see how far I could push him like this. It’s not my fault he’d crack with so little pressure. 

“You can give me your answer in the morning link, goodnight.” His breathing stilled before his arms grip softened as I fell asleep, comfortable and warm where I am in his hold. 

It was even nicer to wake up still in his hold. 

“I - If you were to court me even if it’s only for a short while? I think I’d want to try even if I have to convince you to stay after.”

“Oh? And how would you convince me then bunny boy? I’m listening.”

He’s not going to be recovering from that for a while, all of the links here seem to be used to tamer or less, how would I say it? Modern? Forward? I think that would be the best way to describe it, advances and I just love that…

[milaswriting]

Teasing Firsts

⇢ you, B, banter & a first date.

Happy birthday to my darling B! I’ve never loved another werewolf more <3 and thanks so much for being my comfort character asdfghjkl.

I wrote this whilst travelling back home from the Netherlands, so I hope you enjoy it.

B’s cool, calm and carefree approach to many things in life is something they’re always commended for. Their heart of gold, their lack of anxiety, their ability to put others at ease amongst a load of other things.

So, the simple concept of a date with you shouldn’t make them feel so on edge. But it does. B remembers casually asking you out, with a smile on their face and a hammering heart — they almost talked themselves out of asking. Prepared to hear a rejection and console themselves afterwards, but that never came.

Instead, after a confident leap, you said yes without hesitation.

And they’re thankful. Truly. B’s excited, there’s a skip in their step. But the nerves are bubbling. It can be shown by the state of their bedroom. Their wardrobe is all over it. Literally.

Shirts. Trousers. Gold jewellery. Sunglasses. It’s as though their bed isn’t even visible under it all.

Standing shirtless, B gazes at the mess around them before clicking their tongue. “Shit then,” they murmur, and their thoughts would still be on their outfit if their phone hadn’t started ringing.

They scramble to it, all whilst flinging a pair of socks over their shoulder.

“Hello,” B says after swiping across.

“Hi,” you reply in a cheerful tone.

You.

B can’t help but let a smile press across their lips. “Hi,” they reiterate before pulling the phone from their ear and checking the time. They haven’t got long at all. In fact, they’re running late.

Fuck.

“I’m almost ready,” they say, their tone of voice a little more high-pitched.

“Uh-huh,” you utter back with a laugh. “Try again, B,” you add with a smile.

They raise a brow. “Should I be concerned that you picked up on that so quickly?”

You snort. “Maybe I just know you so well,” you murmur before positioning yourself to feel more comfortable. “So what’s up?”

B clears their throat and takes a seat at the edge of their bed. “I just don’t know what to wear.”

“Hm, we’re going out to eat, so something casual,” you say. “Whatever you usually wear. The two of us have been out before.”

B taps the speaker button on their phone. “But we haven’t been on a date before.” They inhale a short breath, wondering whether they’ve misread this whole thing and this isn’t a date at all.

“True,” you say, your voice ringing out in B’s bedroom. “But that makes our date, and future ones, exciting.”

B smirks. “Oh, future dates?”

“If you play your cards right,” you utter, and B can hear the teasing smile in your voice. “But, seriously, you look good in everything.”

B stands and picks up a necklace before wrapping their fingers around it. “Throwing out compliments before our date’s even started, aren’t I lucky?”

“Of course you are,” you say confidently. “You’re about to go out with me.”

B nods. “I can’t deny that.” Their words trail off as they glance at their hopeful outfit. “Are you ready?”

“Why? Are you trying to colour coordinate?”

“Are you into that?” B banters back, genuinely curious about your answer.

“I’m into you,” you utter quickly.

“Oo, very smooth. I’m rubbing off on you.” A little laugh escapes B but they’d be lying if they said your teasing phrase wasn’t music to their ears. “I think I’ve found an outfit.”

“You have?” you ask. “Go on, FaceTime me and show me.”

They begin to slip on their shirt. “Where’s the fun in that? You know I like to compliment you when I’m looking at you.” B pauses. “And before you say the smart-ass thing like, ‘it’s FaceTime, you will be looking at me’, I mean when I’m looking at you in person.”

You snort. “Aw, you beat me to it.”

This bit is nice for B. It’s easy when the two of bounce off each other like this, when there are no supernatural worries to contend with. When B can show the much happier version of themselves without the fear of their supernatural side causing a sudden burst of fatigue.

“Do you want me to get off the phone so you can finish?” you question.

“Uh,” B begins as their trousers go on next, “you don’t have to. I’m almost done and…”

You tilt your head. “And…?”

“Just,” B breathes out, beginning to realise what they’re about to say. And maybe they’re saying it too soon, but they’ve already started. “I like hearing your voice.”

It’s said in such a soft and serious tone that you almost don’t catch it, that you almost don’t believe the words that have fallen from their mouth.

“But if you ever find my voice annoying, you’ll tell me?”

B lets out a humourless chuckle. “God, I’d never find you annoying,” they murmur softly as they slip an earring into their earlobe.

“What was that?”

B clears their throat. “Nothing,” they mutter quickly, wanting to keep the words to themselves for a moment longer. They look in the mirror, and it takes almost a minute, but they finally get the wave of satisfaction they’re looking for. “Are you ready too? I’ll come and get you.”

“No need,” you chuckle. “I’m outside your door.”

B smirks. “Stalker.”

“Last time I checked, you were the one who was supposed to be monitoring me when you got sent out to Lehsa.”

“Hm, fair point.” B suddenly finds themselves sauntering towards the front door. They pull it open and the sight of you takes their breath away. “You look..” they trail off, tongue-tied in the best way. “Wow.”

You can’t help but smile. Though you’ve been speaking on the phone, actually being face to face with B is different. It’s heartwarming, comforting, pulls you in so much that a mere date probably wouldn’t be enough for the night.

“I wouldn’t even be able to tell you spent so long stressing about what to wear,” you say playfully. “And I mean that as a compliment.”

B laughs. “You’re a charmer.”

“I do try.” Despite all this teasing being carefree and fun, being only friends with B is practically long gone from your mind at this point. “Ready to show me what a B Holden date looks like?”

They smile. “Oh, of course.” They close the door behind them and join you in the corridor.

The two of you aren’t far away from each other. In fact, if you both started leaning in, your lips would be pressed together.

You’ve both taken note of that. It’s hard not to when you’re looking at each other like that.

“One question,” B breathes out.

“Yeah?”

“What are your rules when it comes to kissing on a first date?”

[sincerelylancelot]

If you could see em' now (you'd be proud), beloved brau <3

bull riding au, my beloved, mine and @mvlionheart's love. This is a soft little snippet that I thought of just to show the way these boys are with eachother

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He’s still not used to it.

Lance wakes up warm, overheated from the press of skin against his back. Max’s arm is draped over his waist, his hand resting on Liam’s hip where Lance is curled around him, face tucked into the line of his shoulder.

There’s a crook in Lance’s neck, and he can’t feel his arm where Liam has been sleeping on it.

It’s far from the best night’s sleep he’s ever had, but a deep, simmering well of contentment has settled in his chest. He breathes deep, taking in the scent of laundry detergent and the expensive shampoo Liam insists on restocking his bathroom with.

Lance isn’t much of a connoisseur of fragrances, but it reminds him of springtime and that one perfume his mom used to wear on Sundays.

Against his better judgment, he begins to untangle himself from the mess of limbs that are Max and Liam when they sleep, knowing that no matter how much he wiggles or shifts, their snores will continue. Max is too deep a sleeper to care, and Liam is too much of a bed hog to do anything but open one eye, look at him, then roll over and bury himself into Max’s chest like two pieces of the same puzzle.

Lance leaves them like that as he pads out of the lodge’s master bedroom. The floor is chilled under his bare feet, so he makes a detour to the laundry room to rifle around for socks, eventually coming up with a pair of fluffy, grip-bottomed bed socks decorated with cowboys. Liam had bought them for him after learning just how cold Montreal actually got.

The fire from the night before has simmered down to embers in the hearth, so he throws in a few logs and a fire starter, giving it a poke to make sure the flames catch before heading to the kitchen.

He’s halfway through frying up three stacks of chocolate chip pancakes when Liam shuffles into the kitchen. He bumbles up to Lance’s side, knocking his head against his shoulder in a silent request; one that Lance satisfies with a kiss to his hair.

“There’s coffee on the side,” Lance murmurs. His voice soft as not to startle Liam’s sleep softened ears. 

Liam makes a soft, pleased hum in response, his version of gratitude, before grabbing the two still-steaming mugs from the counter and shuffling back out of the room.

The house is quiet save for the radio and the soft sound of Lance humming as he finishes breakfast, adding two fried eggs his plate, eggs and bacon to Max’s plate and strawberries to Liam’s.

“An authentic Lance breakfast. I’ve missed these,” Max says, his lisped candor making Lance roll his eyes.

Lance turns on his heel to find Max, now dressed comfortably for the day, and Liam, still rumpled from sleep in his pajamas, scrolling through his phone at the kitchen island.

“One of us has to know how to cook, or we’d be living off cruskets and Pop-Tarts.” 

“A perfectly balanced meal, if you ask me,” Liam retorts, barely looking up until Lance pushes a plate under his nose. He cuts the side of one of the pancakes with his fork and holds it out. Liam opens his mouth obediently, accepting the bite.

He hums, chewing, eyes fluttering closed for a moment in delight.

“I think I love you.”

A pin could drop in the pause that follows. Max looks hard at the side of Lance’s face as though waiting for a reaction as Liam flushed, a pretty pink across his freckles. 

It’s not their first admission, but it’s the most casual they’ve ever been about throwing around love without some grand gesture to accompany it. The words send Lance’s heart rate spiking, but he just smiles, teeth showing, lines creasing his cheeks.

“It’s a good thing I love you too, then, huh?”

He tries to sound casual as he stabs into one of his eggs, watching the yolk spill lazily across his plate, pretending his hands aren’t suddenly a little unsteady.

[mothgardens]

im back again with another lyric analysis <3 this edition is for Sastiel (my beloved).

State Of Grace by Taylor Swift (preferably the acoustic version)

All Sam has known for his whole life is touch and go. He has never been in one place for more than a few months at a time (other than his escape to Stanford).

He also has been more aware and open-minded than Dean his whole life; he has a changing mind when given new information, like how he learns to understand that the ‘monsters’ they fight aren’t always evil, and that he can empathize with them. He learned this far before Dean.

He has always loved whole and hard; his love always bleeds, he has been hurt so much through losing the people he held dearest. They fade away.

“You come around and the armor falls” <— is literally the Gadreel grace retraction scene. Cas telling Sam “The only person who has screwed up things more consistently than you, is me.” !! So delicate and intimate.

They have each other. Even when Dean is missing or gone, even when they feel like they have messed everything up, they have each other. They don’t let go, they can’t, they won’t. <3

“Just go to my room and turn on Netflix, you will figure it out” is such an important line to me (even though i couldn’t find the real quote). Sam feels comfortable enough with Cas to let him be in his room, his private space, alone. Cas feels comfortable enough in Sam’s room to take his beloved trench coat off. They trust each other; when they are together, everything is wiped clean.

THIS IS THEM !! ^^^

Cas was never a saint. He didn’t succeed as God. He didn’t succeed as an Angel of the Lord. He didn’t succeed in Dean’s eyes. (“Something always goes wrong, Dean”; “Why does that always seem to be you.”).

Sam loved a werewolf. Sam loved a demon. Sam loved a witch. In Dean’s eyes, Sam always loved in shades of wrong.

They learned to live with the pain, separately at first, but, they also learned to live with each other’s pain. Cas literally told Sam, “I was lost until I took your pain”.

According to Google, Mosaic is “an individual (especially an animal) composed of cells of two genetically different types”.

Sam and Cas are systematically different on a surface level, obviously, as angel and human, but Sam also has demon blood running through him. It’s part of him. Sam and Cas, on an inner, biological level, are opposites. They’re LITERALLY “Mosaic broken hearts”.

When they’re together they’re brave. Especially when Cas is looking for Sam, or protecting him.

- “Who are you, and where is Sam?”

- “You wont take Sam Winchester. I won't let you.”

- “You come near Sam Winchester, and I will kill you.”

But, also, their love is wild, they have such s chaotic energy as a duo. They are unhinged, but also mean well.

To me, grace is literally their entire theme. (I am a bitch for the grace drinking ‘purification’ idea, too.)

Cas believes Sam is a worthwhile fight: “Nothing is worth losing you”.

This last line, to me, is totally post-Jack era. They have a family together, a son, that they both would die for. They love each other. Sam sent so many texts with Cas left, he was so worried. When Cas showed back up in the bunker he looked at him like he could make his world continue spinning.

Lastly, the chorus:

Sam never thought Cas would come into his life. A real angel. An angel who would later become one of the most important people in his life.

Cas never expected Sam to be this important to him. He thought of Sam as the ‘boy with demon blood’, an abomination. But, Sam proved himself to be so much more than that.

Neither of them would ever be where they are without each other, and they will never be the same.

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Okay :3 that is all.

[wifeofsnowbaird]

You put a spell on me

[A/N: I was too lazy to wait for the end of the poll. also i haven't watched the show and wikipedia is kinda holding me up so don't get mad at me for messing smth up, i'll go on the fan wiki tho, they always have everything.]

[EDIT: guys I forgot about the civil war 💀💀💀 I finally fixed it tho so yay]

Part 1/Part 2

Masterlist

[Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth's version) x desi!oc]

Warning: description of blood, slight violence, flogging, racism, flogging, slaves, smut in maybe part 6?

Summary: Sheila was a slave taken by a British couple at the age of 12 for her singing. She was brought to America even though they had the 13th Amendment where slavery was abolished. She saw a friend of hers, who was brought with her, getting flogged and that was her last straw, proceeding to run away. Until she sees the most notorious outlaw in the South, then she settles to free her friends from the British couple that came to America for money.

It was July.25, 1878, Lincoln County, New Mexico. Sheila woke up to nothing but harsh screams coming from one of her friends as she was beaten and whipped. She felt worried because the girl was new…Unlike Sheila who had been with the owner since she was twelve, merely because his wife liked her singing when they had come to visit British India.

Her friend, Catherine, was a sad sixteen-year-old, mourning the death of her parents. They had threatened the owners of telling law enforcement what was happening but they knew that they wouldn't do anything about it.

The other slaves ran to her screams but were faced with fear and did nothing besides revel in their powerlessness. Sheila sat there, her damp brown skin and greasy raven hair clinging to her shell of a body. She knew how this would end, knew that they would be feeble against the man–Edward J. Mason– but she was ready to clean Catherine’s wounds and reassure her that she would be alright.

“Oh, look at my slave, Sheila, so obedient! You never have to hurt her, Edward!”

The sadistic gray-haired man chuckled, kissing his wife.

“ And aren’t I glad, Penelope! We chose her when she was twelve, it has been seven years since, of course, she’d love us, this is why I love Indians! They always gift us with beauty and trust.”

They both glanced at the gaunt, starved girl before chuckling. The Mistress patted Sheila’s head and reached for a rake beside her, beckoning to the other slaves. 

Penelope Mason was a woman no different from her husband. Many wives were afraid of their spouses but Penelope was a wife who had nothing but pride in her bones. The rake in Penelope’s hand was covered in blood, meant to whip the slaves that threatened their control and most times Sheila could willing block out the screeches and screams, but now she just felt angry, ready to beat the couple with no morals. 

But she was stuck being useless to defend them.

Fear is a burden that was attached to her like a drug, and only withdrawal held her back from screaming her heart out.

Until she found a boy with the brightest blue eyes. 

From what she’d heard, he was an outlaw.

Billy the Kid was infamous because he was the man who killed a sheriff months ago, and chased out of the state. It was a mystery how he gained the courage to return to New Mexico.

“ Who’re you?” The man questioned, his vibrant cobalt eyes gazing at her with hostility.

Sheila didn’t want to think more about the dominant color in his entire posture and frame. His clothes were darker than sin and brighter than the sun, but his eyes were the only thing she could pay attention to, causing her to ignore their proximity.

“ I am a slave, belonging to the Mason family.”

He tilted his head, shocked eyes analyzing their surroundings.

“ I didn’ ask what you were forced to be, I asked who you are.”

“ My name is Sheila, is that what you want?”

“ Huh, I’m Billy, but considerin’ the poster you were starin’ at a min’ ago, you already know that. But...how did you...No, how dare they have slaves!”

The dividers were made by @wandanatromanova

[eriellelynx]

Don't Look Away / Just Look My Way (Blitzø's Version) by ErielleLynx

…Is what I would have wanted Blitzø to have said to Stolas if he didn’t have the emotional intelligence of a pebble.

Anyways! Rant / Explanation incoming haha.

First and foremost, none of the following is to somehow invalidate your love for any characters, ships, or dynamics. This is just one interpretation in a sea of different interpretations that might just not be suited to you. If this ain’t your cup of tea, that’s perfectly fine! Just please be respectful if you disagree haha.

So, I am by no means a songwriter, nor am I an experienced singer, but… I just couldn’t let this one go. I kept looking for something like this through YouTube, but I could only find AI covers. :,) I feel like there are so many things that just aren’t really being brought up yet and Stolas REALLY needs to hear them. I tried my best to add actual quotes (mostly Stolas’) and scenes from the episodes to show just how toxic their situationship had been up until this point.

Essentially, the original song would have been the romanticized perspective that Stolas had on their relationship, whereas Blitz’ version would be more… grounded in reality? Of course, it’s still from his perspective, so he doesn’t have the full story (i.e. “You lived the ideal!” Brother, no-), but it at least shows his side in a more… cohesive way? Thus, instead of asking for Stolas to “look his way”, Blitz does a reversal and is actually demanding he don’t look away from him, whether it be due to shame or guilt (Ya’ll remember Ozzies?), or because he literally can’t stand to look at him after the initial confrontation.

Some lyrics I wanted to point out:

“Your impish plaything” -> A call back to when Stolas LITERALLY calls him that to his face, and in front of his employees / daughter. Also, remember when he literally puts out a cigarette in his horns? (While also ignoring the fact that his body has burn marks and the implications of that action was seriously messed up? Like-) And then told him in that same scene that the Grimoire was much too important for such an “itty-bitty imp” to handle? ALSO, remember how in the original version of the song, Stolas even calls Blitz this exact same thing? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

“I’d play along that you were my king / And I was your shining knight” -> When they were in the amusement park at the start of the series, Stolas literally calls him this and is then upset that the M&Ms were the ones to rescue him. His full quote: “Where is Blitzy? He’s my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones”. You know, cause he doesn’t look down on imps.

“You’re not a friend, more like a patron” -> Ya'll, Blitz and Stolas were not friends when they were kids. The first and only time they interacted as children was because Stolas’ father literally bought Blitz for a day to spend time with his son, and he could because of their difference in status. From the very moment they met, their relationship was transactional; Blitz’ literal being was up for sale because it benefited his own father. In the present day, nothing had changed. You want my book? Give me your body. I saved you from the humans, didn’t I? Well, I expect you to give me something in return. Why was Blitz supposed to hope, let alone expect, that the dynamic would change? And so, is he really any different from any other imp servant he employs?

“I feel free from your chains” -> There is a literal scene that shows the audience that Blitz feels like he’s chained to Stolas, and that he can be pushed and pulled in any way because he’s beneath him. He knows he doesn’t really have any power in the dynamic, and so whether or not Stolas intended to so, he is still looking down on him based on the amount of control he has. Like… regardless of any serious feelings being developed further down the line, the fact that at some point that was his actual interpretation of the relationship is just… no. Of course, it’s in that same episode that Stolas then calls him his “Impish plaything”. Which, you know, probably doesn't help his view on the relationship and his lack of control of it, as well as his own self-worth.

“In the end, you made me plead” -> I absolutely hated that Stolas literally made Blitz grovel at his feet before presenting him with the Asmodean Crystal. He says he understands that Blitz has walls to protect himself with, but why did he think that this was the way to get him to be vulnerable? He can kneel down and be as soft-spoken as he wants to, he still threaten his livelihood, which would put himself, his daughter and the M&M’s, (whom are the only two constants in Blitz’ life) with no income, without an immediate explanation. So many ways that he could have done that interaction, and he chooses the absolute worst way possible.

“Your praise was merely noise” -> A callback to his rant with Fizz haha. Given all of the above, why would compliments and the occasional laugh be enough to change his mind about him?

“A lovely lie” -> Just him repeating Stolas’ own words in Stolas’ Song. It was all just a “comfortable lie”. Again, throwing his words back at him.

“A game of pretend” -> Much like the game of pirates they would play as children.

“Time to face / your mistakes” -> I’d like to think that he says that both metaphorically and literally. He’s telling Stolas that he needs to accept all the ways he did him wrong, but he’s also literally telling Stolas to look at him, the biggest mistake he has ever made.

Finally, I decided to end it with the original lyrics, not only as a callback to the original song, but to, again, throw those words back at Stolas. Yes, Blitz did in fact ask him to look his way, just like he wanted, but not for the reasons that he thought he would. It’s Blitz’ way of shattering that romanticized image of their relationship, of what it actually meant to be seen by him.

In conclusion, I’m upset at this bird haha. I hope these things get brought up somehow… Stolas giving him the crystal does not make up for any of these things, but it’s a start. Even so, it still feels like a transaction. The first genuine act of affection is still a material good. Accompanied by pretty words, yes, but he was still giving him something and hoped that would make it right and he would have his affection- or at the very least, his attention- in return. Oof…

Again, even if you don’t necessarily agree with this interpretation, I hope that ya’ll can still enjoy the song? ^^

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“Just Look My Way” is from the show Helluva Boss, performed by Bryce Pinkham. The original song was composed and performed by ParanoidDJ. Links to these videos follow.

Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/rATbtwj1qls?si=ogkY16dCkl7mrjAk

Original Song: https://youtu.be/XrZ2vqVPTFM?si=QYW1oc3nEhFD0YDi

The instrumentals are not mine! They were provided by ‪sleeplessginger on YouTube. Check out the instrumental here: https://youtu.be/uB5xhmM4jTU?si=udHIkHoak4nXhAhX

Images were taken from episode 8, season 2 of Helluva Boss. Additionally, images from the trailer of the second half of season 2 were used.

Only the vocals (and the modified lyrics) are mine.

[prince-of-khrysalis]

PINNED POST + CHARACTER LIST

Sebastian ◆ 20+ ◆: He/Him ◆ Local w101 and p101 enthusiast ◆ OC artist

Ladies, gentlemen, and others ◆ Welcome to my chaotic mess of a blog, where I post oc art and talk about said ocs as though they are actively haunting my life. Because they are. The wizard101 fixation will never leave, and all of my ocs are spiralverse! My collective w101 AU is called Sanguis Vita Est, or SVE if I’m in a time saving mood! Which is my gothic, psychological horror themed story about my stupid wizards. I love talking about it DEARLY, and I also love hearing about others writings and ocs, so don’t be shy, they can hold hands-//

GENERAL TAGS:

#my art - Where you can find all of my own artworks

#asks - Answered asks!

#my ocs - Any posts relating to my ocs, including art, asks, rambles

#reblogs - Lovely things that aren’t mine

OC TAGS AND LIST:

#Persephone Solanacaeae - My necromancer and against her will ‘Savior Of The Spiral’. A tiny, aggressive, Victorian gothic demon who is constantly suffering in some way shape or form, fighting god because dad said so is not exactly a stress-free experience. She does it anyway, though, because she isn’t certain she knows how to make any decisions for herself.  Please someone get her a restraining order from-

#Jacques Solanaceae - My main villain for my wizards. A Marleybonian Lord and psychiatrist who seems just a bit *too* fascinated with magic users and the psyches attached to them. Overall a huge control freak who’s too charming for his own good. Persephone’s father.

#Erinyx Solanaceae - Persephone’s alter! And a top-notch shadowmancer. Though not many know of her existence, she’s fine with that, thinking very highly of herself, and trying to follow in her mad scientist father’s footsteps.

#Denkichi Igarashi - My version of That One Schismist Solider turned into my own character! A spoiled, sheltered, rich heir from Mooshu who is NOT obsessed with the YW. Not. They did NOT join a cult just to get the chance to be around the YW. They didn’t. Shut up. She’s his mortal enemy you wouldn’t get it.

#Lilith Vita - My Theurgist! Who’s really bad at being one. She’s a boxer who paints in her free time and works part time as Khrysalisn royalty. Not by blood or anything, she staged a coup to try and get the attention of a girl she likes.

#Cordelia Ashdown - My pyromancer, a famous, unknown, uncaught Marleybonian criminal. No one really suspects the woman who’s pretty and polite, an unsocial moth, mute, and legally dead of doing anything wrong. You may have known her as Jack The Ripper in the papers. Jacques’ assistant. Unwillingly. She punches him at least once a day, though, so it's alright.

#Cerberus Delta - my conjurer! An anxious, neurotic mess of a boy. He graduated from Ravenwood, at what cost. He’s so stressed he may collapse any day, he can barely handle making eye contact and he’s a professional mercenary. He DOES have three kids to feed…

#Nazar Zenith - My sorcerer, known as “The Witchtrap”, in various magical circles around the spiral. She’s a perfectionist to a scary degree, willing to do ANYTHING to prove her worth as a wizard, including becoming an alchemical composite creature and trying to take out any talented wizards nearby. Jacques’ adoptive daughter.

#Oceania Zenith - A diviner… one of the best! Or at least, she was. And Nazar's big sister. Unfortunately.

#Skadi Einherjar - My Thaumaturge, a draugr risen from the dead for a second chance at life. But they don’t exactly know what to do with their Second Life Tm. Their emotions feel so cold and far away, why not just continue to be Jacques’ human shield?

#Alura Shard-Vita-Solanaceae - Jacques’ (current) wife, and Lilith’s older sister. A bit of an angel, quite literally, being a nephilim theurgist who genuinely just wants the best for everyone around her, to her benefit and detriment. She is… too kind for her own good, but she knows this.

#Naenia Blackthorne - A resurrected necromancer, saved so mercifully by none other than Jacques and given a ‘second’ chance at life. She’s a big undead now, perhaps her skin will forever hold a permanent blue tint and her eyes a bit hallow. But she’s so happy to be here! A Marleybonian mortician with a strange reputation… especially after showing back up AFTER her funeral.

[possessingtheproperspirit]

It's @mppmaraudergirl's birthday! In celebration, have this random load of nonsense: sixth year Jily flirting by the lake.

“Ah, June.”

She doesn’t lift her gaze from the book in her lap, although she can’t seem to stop the smile already tugging at her lips. 

He is not discouraged by her lack of response. “To be young and in love in June,” he sighs, and flops down next to her. He smells like mint and pine and sweat. Not that she notices that sort of thing. “How can you bear it, Evans?”

“What, June?” she asks, still not looking up. Over the course of their sixth year at Hogwarts, she’s become used to his meandering threads of conversation: his mind works in mysterious and, yes, amazing ways. Now that they’re friends, she’s more attuned to it than ever. “One day at a time, Potter. Just me and my will to survive.”

He snorts and her smile strengthens; finally, she allows herself to look up, squinting in the sunshine as she takes him in. His tie has long since been abandoned, his hair its usual dishevelled mess. His legs are stretched out in front of him, and he rests back on his elbows, a louche sort of insouciance that, again, she wishes she didn’t find as charming as she does. 

“Not June,” he corrects her, and nods towards the lake. From their vantagepoint, under the shade of an ancient willow tree, they have the perfect view of two fourth years, flirting for Britain in the shallows. “Love’s young dream over there. It’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” she wonders. She recognises the boy—he’s a Hufflepuff prefect. Seems nice enough. “All they’re doing is standing there.”

“Standing there,” he repeats dryly. She can tell that he’s enjoying himself, that he’s committing to this train of thought even if he doesn’t really care. Sometimes he says things and he means them; sometimes he says things and he’s looking to have some fun. She likes both versions equally. “Flaunting their happiness in front of us!”

She turns to look at James, biting her lip as her smile threatens to overwhelm. “Oh, I’m sorry, Potter,” she says, and he meets her gaze, his own grin blooming. “I didn’t realise you were suffering so.”

“Being single,” he shrugs, waving an airy hand in the direction of the lake. “The secret sadness, even on a sunny day.” He glances down at her book. “Even in your fine company. Even though you’d rather be reading—what is that?”

“Pride and Prejudice,” she replies, showing him the cover. “It’s a classic.”

“That’s what girls want, is it?” he smirks. “Regency romance, contained desire and declarations of love at a polite distance?”

“Well,” she considers. “That, and paddling about in a lake.”

James’ laugh warms her, and she follows his gaze back out to the flirting pair nearby. “Maybe that’s where I’m going wrong.”

“Or maybe,” she says, and she’s not sure why, because it makes her stomach feel like it’s turning inside out, “you’re not going as wrong as you think you are.”

He looks round again, an intrigued eyebrow raised. For a moment, no comment, and she thinks she’s messed this up. They were having a rambling joking conversation, and she made it into something real.

But then he smiles again, and says, “We’re often our own harshest critic, aren’t we?” A pause, then, “Most of us, anyway. Sirius thinks he’s the bee’s knees.”

“But that’s only because he is,” Lily replies. Her heartbeat is returning to a normal rate. “Ignore the lake lovebirds. Lie back and I’ll read you some of my book.”

He chuckles, but does as he is asked, settling comfortably back against the grass. “Can I try to guess the ending?” he asks. “Who dies first, pride or prejudice? My money’s on prejudice.”

“James,” she says patiently, opening her book up again. “Shut up and listen.”

“Harsh,” he murmurs, and grins up at her. “But fair.”

And that was where they stayed, until the sun started to set over the lake.

[agerefandom]

A Good Omens S2 Review

Hello everyone! I lied and watched the new season of Good Omens and because I have thoughts on it, I thought I'd write a little review. This is from the perspective of someone who was a book fan for over a decade before the show came out, so it is quite critical of the show, so please keep that in mind! I expect that it's much more enjoyable for folks who didn't spend so long invested in a different version of the characters.

Short/Spoiler-Free: Season two was a fun time with excellent new characters, but the finale sets them up for a disastrous third season, and making Crowley and Aziraphale the main characters really does dilute the original message of the novel.

The rest of the review contains spoilers and is over 1,300 words because I was an English major in Uni. Carry on for those curious!

Let’s start off with the things that I liked about the show!

1.The actors for Crowley and Aziraphale are continuing to kill it with their performances: the physicality they bring to their characters is a delight, their timing in the comedy sections is impeccable, and I enjoy watching them do their thing.

2. Gabriel as a comedy relief character was amazing for me. I usually don’t enjoy comedy (and didn’t enjoy a single joke in the flashback scenes, but that’s entirely my fault probably for not liking humorous TV) but Gabriel really did tickle me.

3. Loved the terrifying Jane Austen ball where Aziraphale just messed around with everyone’s brains! Very chilling show of angelic power, potentially wasn’t played as horrific as it could have been, but still very nice! I like when Aziraphale is scary.

4. Muriel is my child and I love them with my entire heart. They were a delight of a character. Really brought new life to the show, and a new person to learn the message of the book (humanity as divinity). (Although the second season didn't really... carry that lesson for Muriel or for anyone else, so never mind that.)

5. The new human characters were also enjoyable and very sweet. Their dynamic was believable and real and that was good to see.

6. The writers really did just decide to make every side character gay and half of them use they/them pronouns. I have mixed opinions on it, but ultimately I did think it was a lovely little detail, especially with the angels/demons who are more separate from human genders.

Okay, now let’s get into the rest of things.

I think my overall conclusion from this season is that Crowley and Aziraphale were not, at all, made to be main characters. Even in the first season, I felt that they overemphasized them. In the book, the focus is split between them and the larger plot, with lots of little side vignettes to make sure the reader is kept grounded on Earth, with the humans, who are the emotional centre of the book. Aziraphale and Crowley play as foils to human nature in Adam and they are not the main characters, though they are, of course, the main marketing force.

Making them the main characters, especially in Season Two, meant dropping a lot of their character progress and giving them a lot more angst than they had in the novel. Both of them feel very young, where in the book they definitely seem more like they’ve been around for several millennia. I also feel that they aren’t totally allowed to be as fucked up as they were in the book? (Maybe that’s just a personal vendetta: I am furious that Season One took out the scene where Aziraphale kills his magician’s dove out of carelessness.)

Okay, two small things and then I’ll get to the finale.

First of all, interesting to get confirmation that Crowley was in the war on Heaven and actually took up arms? Feels contradictory to his ‘demon who sauntered vaguely downward’ description and also odd to his character that he would have fought directly against Heaven but I imagine that’s building to some other twist involving Crowley’s Fall in Season Three, so I’ll let it go for now. (I still think it makes show!Crowley very different from book!Crowley though)

Gabriel and Beelzebub were a very nice thing, although underdeveloped. It made me sad to see that they, as newly appointed side characters, can have a simple relationship, while Aziraphale and Crowley are now main characters and therefore need a more tumultuous and dynamic relationship that they didn’t have in the book, where they were actually relatively solid.

Now let’s go for finale time.

Ultimately, I absolutely hated two key things about the finale.

First of all, the kiss. I’m not sure if it was a direct response to the harassment about S1 being queerbaiting or if it was always the plan to have an explicitly physical relationship between the two, but I’m so mad about it either way. It just accepts the narrative that a physical relationship is the only stable one (ie. if Aziraphale had kissed Crowley back, it would have fixed everything and they could have been together). I also don’t really want my Good Omens show to be a religiously charged commentary on queer love, which it immediately became, especially with Aziraphale’s immediate response being “I forgive you,” which highlighted everything I didn’t want Good Omens to become.

Framing the kiss immediately as a sin is such a bad move, I don’t know what the writers were thinking??? Emphasizing that Aziraphale is an angel and however much he can want Crowley by his side, he can’t kiss him because he’s an angel and kissing is… something that needs to be forgiven?

However the line was supposed to be read, it really seemed like a religious condemnation and it hurt more than I care to admit. Aziraphale in the books is so comfortable with his perceived queerness, and his recoiling from it here with Crowley at the point where it becomes explicit… I didn’t care for it.

And secondly, the promotion.

That was so stupid on so many levels. My partner said that it wasn’t in character, since Aziraphale is not an ambitious angel and seems like someone who would turn tail and run from a promotion. I can’t say I remember his relationship with ambition in the books, but I respect and trust my partner’s opinion on that.

More importantly to me, it entirely muddies the message of the story and it reflects very darkly on what season three will involve.

Good Omens was never about ‘fixing’ Heaven or Hell. It was about honouring humanity as the truly divine mix of both, about not allowing them to end the Earth, and about finding a small place for yourself to live: a bookshop, a garden, a cottage, a town.

Aziraphale choosing to go and reform Heaven totally turns that on its head: now there is no ending for the show without either abandoning or fixing Heaven, and how is that going to work?? You can’t turn angels into an anarchy because it’s very clear they have no real natural inclination to ‘goodness’ but neither can you truly save Heaven, because what are you going to do? Declare that there’s no more cancer for young children? No more evil in the world? God has designed the world with evil in it, and there’s no rewriting that. Suddenly Good Omens has to grapple with what was once ineffable and almost unimportant to the lives of the characters: the true purpose of Heaven and Hell.

I have absolutely no faith in almost any TV show to tackle that question (The Good Place gets a minor pass), and no interest in watching the story be told through Aziraphale and Crowley, who have always been more grounded characters in a world of too much divine bureaucracy.

On the note of divine bureaucracy, I felt like it was lacking from the flashback scenes. While I enjoyed them overall and really appreciated some of my favourite book moments finally being adapted on-screen, they didn’t really address the paperwork they were covering for each other: seemed more like the two of them running around having almost random adventures, whereas in the novel they were often doing each other’s temptations and salvations in a much more ‘oh, check that off the list and write a progress report to the supervisor’ kind of way.

Again, this is because Aziraphale and Crowley have been made into Main Characters and their place as subordinates is now unimportant. They are making Big Decisions and causing changes in the world, and I truly don’t believe that’s what Aziraphale and Crowley were made to be. They were just an angel and a demon who tried to solve the apocalypse and didn’t end up doing anything because the anti-christ was a little too human for the whole plan to work in the first place.

And I miss them.