#do not let this flop this was so much work

[oennpellmell]

I was thinking that the other after reading a yet another discussion about how women didn't have any sex drive nor phantasm because it wasn't in our evolutionary nature as a mean to reproduction. You the usual "only male orgasm is necessary"... as if nature gave a damn about only giving pleasure center to the beings with semen or had any write in stone logic about reproduction. But I digress.

So while all those men debate on why it wasn't technically possible for female to, you know, like sex, or anything related to it, the same way men did (as an argument as to why it was more difficult for men to control their libido), I though: "Does any of those weirdos not realize that the erotic industry is literally dominated by women consumers. That most of fandoms shipping and fanfics are in majority carried and created by girls and women, which HIGHLY contribute to the success of a media, as the more they are involved in said fandom, the more likely it will gain popularity. That there is an entire genre (Yaoi) catering to the ladies pornographic and erotic interest and that in any bookstore, the entire erotic section is practically entirely sold to a female audience?"

And it isn't just the naughty side of fandom/media. I cannot prove it because it is anonymous, but I convinced that AO3 is mainly composed of a female community, that is on the author side than in the readers side. Every time, I read one fan fic I can tell from the way it is written that a woman is being it. Women have always been the most efficient silent marketer of all those medias and when I read guys saying women don't understand anything about video game and fake interest into, I am thinking that if I type said game on the Google search engine, I know that all the fan merch and creation I will find will be mainly done by girl. Or queer people, because their community is also a big factor into that underground marketing. And I am a bit tired of this hypocrite view. Producer and big studios keep on saying that things that could cater to a female (and/or a queer) audience will not work, because, in fact, they are afraid that it will chase away their precious male consumers if the latter hear it isn't just for them. They think only their view matter so they choose to completely ignore what the real demographic of a fandom is really made of. It is the equivalent of an immature boy club that have build a tree house with a "no girl allowed" sign: If girls were not talking about it, that treehouse would lose its interest in a week. That is why they continue to do marketing survey with teenage boys (and when they do create stuff that is based on it, it is usually a flop) instead of expending to the entire human population. And when they do on piece of media they claim to be for everyone, they made so insanely badly without much effort to let people know about its existence, which they use afterward as an excuse to go back to their usual way because "obviously it isn't working."

Leading to douchebags claiming afterward the "females" do not and cannot enjoy media nor have elaborate taste of it, the way males do, because they cannot project nor comprehend the deepness and multilayer of a fiction. As they are creature of present, therefore their brain can't imagine meaning beyond concrete representation; that they can even understand that two actors not really related by blood in real life can play member of the same family on screen. thus, they only pretend to be interest to attract the male attention. this is pretty toxic and I would really like it to end.

[starboye]

starring: alexander "konig" kilgore x male reader

request: just thinking about innocent naive reader getting corrupted and not even noticing a single thing because he just want to be a good friend. . .

warnings: smut + angst, yander!konig, kinda obsessive, handjob

konig was such a good friend to you, he would never do anything to hurt such a pretty thing like you and plus you were both best friends so nothing was ever kept a secret between you two, so imagine konigs' face when you announce you have a date with some guy.

watching his face crack into a soft smile and telling you how happy he is for you but behind those eyes he was mad as hell, i mean who does this new guy think he is to try and take you from him, and it gets even worse when you come back from the date the next night and tell konig about how you loved it so much with the biggest smile on your face.

as much as he wants to feel happy for you he just cant imagine anyone else stealing him from you so he makes up a lie "i don't know about him y/n" he blankly making you question him "what do you mean" you ask him "i just have a weird feeling about him" he continues looking at you with the most beautiful eyes "well what if you just get to know him" you try to give an idea but konig pipes up with "you know my gut feeling is usually always right"

and he was kinda right i mean there was that one time you had feeling for this one guy and it turned out he was actually arrested for murder, or at least that's what konig told you (he pulled some strings at the police station and got what he wanted) "well then yeah i guess i can stop seeing him" you say and within seconds konigs arms are wrapped around you and he's thanking you for trusting him.

and queue the constant run of you finding a good guy and konig coercing you to stop seeing them because he has a 'gut feeling' and you trust him, but really he just wants you all to himself, making you depend on him more and more as time goes on by telling you if you ever need help with anything to call him and you do, calling him for even the littlest inconvenience.

whether that be helping you fix something or letting you cry on his shoulder when you get layed of from your job (after he pulled a few more strings and made it seem like you were a bad employee) and offering you a room at his place since you were short on money and couldn't pay your bills.

with you moved in now he can be so much closer to you, sneaking through your things at any chance he could and whats this it seems like you need some new clothes since all yours seem to be gone (he used all of them to jerk off and now they're ruined with his cum) so he takes you to the mall, carrying all your bags as you go to every store getting all the things you want, but hm it seems you need some help trying on those pants why doesn't he help you.

"you sure you're okay with that" you ask him "yeah it's what friends are for" he says helping you but on the jeans that hugged your ass so well, it was no surprise he got a boner, it straining so hard in his pants he just needed some release "fuck baby i need your help" he groans "what's wrong konig" you asked and he moved your hand to the aching bulge in his sweatpants "please just this once" he pleaded and after some consideration you agreed, i mean it was just a one time thing between two friends right.

pulling his pants down his thick cock flops out and you immediately work on fixing it for him, his grip tightening on the top of the dressing room door, your hand rubbing back and forth on his achingly hard boner, this was like his dream, he had thought about this exact thing so much, jerked off to the thought and feel of it but the real things is so much better than he hand.

"fucking shit y/n" he muttered before cumming on your hand, thick load messing up your hand as he let out shuddering breaths, and after that it became a regular thing, konig being all needy and asking you to come help him get off since you did it best (in reality you weren't the best at it but don't worry he'll train you soon enough).

and time after time it seemed you liked it more and more to the enjoyment of konig, maybe just a few more times and you'll tell him how you've had feeling for him to right?

taglist:@mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat @addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares @gargoylesworld09 @znerac

[zvdvdlvr]

Indisputably Difficult to Choose ✰ JayVik x Reader

✰. You’re Viktor and Jayce’s new roommate- a flirt and a damn good cook. Thankfully, you get along well with the two men! Maybe too well. Eventually, you can’t tell where the line between ‘just friends’ and ‘more than friends’ is.

✰. WC: 1.7k. Female reader. I have no idea if Vik is russian or Czech but most reddit posts say hes russian😭??? Friends to lovers trope. Miscommunication trope? Oh well! Sorry for any errors in the spanish or russian pet names- I definitely didn’t use google translate. . .

It wasn’t every day that you got roomed with both life-altering scientists. And yet, here you were, offering them a sly smile. “Hello.”

Jayce smiled right back at you easily and opened the door further. “Welcome home, stranger,” he greeted.

After adjusting the backpack hanging from your shoulders, you stepped into the room. “Good to see a handsome face whenever I arrive home,” you murmur absentmindedly as you examine the walls and floors. “Where’s my room?”

Jayce nodded towards the hallway. “Down there.”

Later that night you met Viktor. Tall, lean, devilishly handsome Viktor.

You were making yourself at home in the kitchen making pasta for dinner when he cleared his throat. Turning, you smiled at the man in front of you. “I hope you like tortellini, Viktor,” you said.

He hummed. “I’ll eat anything that isn’t cooked by Jayce.” Viktor hears an incredulous gasp from the other room and chuckles. “It smells good,” he says politely, stepping closer to the stove.

“I like to make a good impression.”

And by God, you do.

Almost two weeks later you finally find your rhythm. Wake up, get ready for class, go to class, go to the lab to help out the boys (because helping out world-changing scientists looks damn good on your resume), decide what to have for dinner, drag the boys home, go to sleep, repeat. A long and tiresome but rewarding list.

Five and a half months later and midterms were finally over! You were on break and had so much free time on your hands but didn’t feel like going in to work every day. So: you made your boredom the boys’ problem (though you knew they wouldn’t actually complain).

Today was one of the rare days you could convince Jayce and Viktor to stay home with you because there weren’t any classes and ‘why let your favorite roommate be all by her lonesome?’ It was easy to convince Jayce. When Jayce finally relented, the both of you turned to Viktor with hopeful smiles.

“As long as you make that beef stew for dinner,” Viktor finally grumbled. As he hobbled away dramatically, Jayce laughed as you whooped excitedly.

When you were done basking in glory, Jayce wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You would have bet your life savings that Jayce melted further into you when you wrapped your arm around his waist since you could not reach his shoulders. “Viktor wouldn’t actually say no to you anyway, doll,” Jayce said casually, flopping onto the couch and pull you with him.

Dynamics between the three of you were. . . perplexing. Viktor was a quietly independent person who bonded with you over food, riddles, and literature. When he had seen your Harlan Ellison novels, you swore you saw the metaphorical wall of defense behind his piercing amber eyes crumble. The first time Viktor sat on the counter and had an emotionally intelligent conversation with you (while you made chicken fajitas as per Jayce’s request) was the first time you heard Viktor truly laugh- a sound from deep in his throat that temporarily distracted you from the sizzling meat in front of you. After that, Viktor had warmed up to you enough to slide into the hug Jayce pulled you in when they returned from the lab.

Jayce had almost immediately clicked with you. His charmingly pathetic smile and himbo aura were captivating. Jayce had gasped allowed when you were still decorating your new room. “Oh my Jan- is that. . ?” He then started helping you tack up posters and other goodies you had to decorate your space while gushing about some of the bands, movies, and television programs you were interested. Jayce, you learned, had a soft spot for predicable romance and science fiction movies- though he often narrated errors in information while watching anything sci-fi. He was also very physically affectionate: pulling your legs into his lap during movie nights, gently moving you by the waist whenever he was in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around you while walking to the coffee shop, and an obscene amount of hugs. You thought it was a little odd at first, but he does it to Viktor too- and you couldn’t really judge because you flirted with them and called them nicknames. A lot. 

When dinner time finally rolled around, you had a pot of steaming vegetable stew on the stove. Three bowls and three spoon were all waiting to be used off to the side. Viktor had made a beeline to the kitchen the second ‘food’ left your mouth and by the time Jayce got up and you’d entered the kitchen, Viktor’s bowl had tears of broth rolling down the side as it pleaded for help. “Smells good, Солнышко,” he praised. 

“Thank you, darling scientist of mine,” you hummed, handing Jayce a bowl.

“Wha-“ Jayce spluttered behind you. “What about me? Have I not earned the title of your favorite darling scientist?”

Viktor snorted as he started the short trip to the dinner table.

You threw your head back in laughter, eyes closed. If you were watching the two bickering men boys, you would have seen Jayce’s mock hurt melt completely off his face as he watched you laugh happily before letting his eyes flicker over to Viktor; who was completely immersed with you (not the stew). You didn’t see Viktor looking up to Jayce with a certain look in his eyes and tilt his head all in the blink of an eye.

“I mean, Viktor did fix my console and the T.V. without me having to ask,” you say as your laughter fades. “I guess pretty boy over there has you beat.”

Jayce clicks his tongue, catching your eyes. “Then I’ll have to make it up to you, tu hermosa mujer,” he says with a low tone, the spark in his eyes that burns in his eyes when you usually flirt was absent. “Hm?”

You blink. Mouth open as your eyes frantically flicker between Jayce’s eyes and the unchanging smile on his face. “I- I guess so.”

Viktor coughs so loud you instinctively take a step back. “If you guys are continue kindling your blooming romance, I’d like to remind you that I am still here.”

You don’t look at Jayce as you blink out of the confused haze you found yourself in thirty seconds ago and start to the table. “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” you halfheartedly joke at Viktor.

“I’m not jealous,” Viktor says, watching you intently. “Because I know I could be better than Jayce at anything you wanted.”

“Is that right?”

Viktor raises and eyebrow at Jayce as he sits beside you in his normal spot. “Indisputably.”

“I don’t know what you guys are playing at,” you cut in finally, letting your spoon rest against the side of the half-finished soup. “But clearly there’s something I’m not understanding. This-“ you gesture from Jayce to you to Viktor “-is starting to confuse me. And I- I need you guys to figure it the fuck out because I can’t keep lov-“ you cut yourself off. Heaved a sigh before standing up and leaving with a mere ‘I need to think’.

“Y/n.” Jayce watches you grab your wallet and the coat nearest to the door- which happened to be Viktor’s- and ignore him. “Y/n, baby, please-“

You slam the door on the way out.

Viktor is standing up before Jayce can say anything. “Let’s go,” Viktor tells Jayce, shoving his arms into another one of his coats. “I don’t want her out during the dark.”

Jayce understands Viktor’s fear, knowing Viktor’s anxiety was multiplied tenfold by what he’d experienced and heard during his life in the Undercity. “Okay.”

Adrenaline and anxiety propelled Viktor forward into the night, rain soaking his useless coat. Jayce had your location pulled up on his cell and was confident that he and Viktor were close. “We’re almost there,” he told Viktor over the pattering rain.

“There! Is that-?”

“Y/n!” Jayce shouted, seeing the hooded figure halt for a second before you started walking faster.

“Куколка please wait,” Viktor called. “I cannot run after you- please just talk to us!”

You stopped. Turning, the pair could see your bloodshot eyes and wobbling lip.

“Oh, my Родная,” Viktor cooed, dropping his cane to wrap his arms around you and Jayce.

Jayce held you and Viktor upright, feeling his heart shatter when he felt you shaking in his arms- crying over something he did. “Y/n, mi amor, I’m so sorry,” he finally said. “We are sorry.”

Viktor leaned on Jayce as he went on. “Y/n, I think it’s safe to say that Jayce and I. . . our feelings for you, you see-“

“We’re in love with you,” Jayce blurts. “The cuddling, the cooking, the affection, the flirting-“

Viktor nods. “But we didn’t know how to tell you without making you choose because, quite honestly, I am scared that you’ll leave or- or, I don’t know. The point is: I didn’t want to complicate our relationship by telling you the way we feel for you.”

“My boys,” you murmur, your hand going up to cup each of their cheek. (Thank Janna that there were no passersby due to the rain.) “Would it be wrong to say that I don’t want to choose? Because. . . I don’t think I could choose.”

Jayce feels himself exhale. Viktor sags against him: the soul-crushing possibility of you leaving was out of the question. “Please come home, mujer preciosa,” Jayce pleads weakly, leaning into your palm. “We can make this up to you-“

“However you want,” Viktor adds quickly, sticking his bottom lip out with a shrug.

You laugh weakly and nod. “Yeah- yes. I’d love to go home. Hold on, pretty boy,” you say before bending down to retrieve Viktor’s cane.

“Is it too early to say I love you?” Viktor asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You chuckle and let yourself be sandwiched between the two men who you’d been enamored with for the past six months. “I already know you do, but it wouldn’t hurt to say,” you say.

“Well, we can say it as long as you want us to,” Jayce says, watching you with fond eyes.

[catsoupki]

i think that when bakugou confessed to you in UA, there were two possibilities. that’s it. he either confessed by pure accident, that could’ve been resulted by so many different reasons but i think the most probable would be denki getting bakugou drunk without his knowledge and suddenly all this tipsiness got to him—

syllables and fricatives slur out of his lips as he stretches like a cat across your lap— your best friend is flushed with alcohol while denki laughs his ass off, you’re put into a really awkward position. you try to lift him up, but a relaxed jumble of limbs is harder to manoeuvre, let alone the fact that they belong to a hero in training with 80 kg of mostly lean muscle mass.

“come on, katsu, come on, let’s go and get you in bed” grunts trace your breath along with pleads that go in one ear and out the other.

“nghh, no” some semblance of consciousness seems to have come as he drags you back down to the sofa, muffling your midriff with his body.

mina, eijirou and sero are all laughing at your pathetic attempts of dragging bakugou to bed but you have yet to give up.

“you need to sleep come onnn” you think that you’ll try one last time before surrendering him and yourself to this predicament until tomorrow morning.

bakugou is reluctant when you try to drag him upwards, instead he takes his hand and knocks on your chest like a door— “i like you, hey, listen,” for a brief second, you thought that your ears had fooled you and that his muffles weren’t really what you heard. but judging based on the rest of their reactions, it seems to be true, suddenly your palms are sweatier, your nape feels warm and you’re all too aware of the places at which he’s touching you now.

“mff.. i’ll go if you kiss me”

right now is the most awake you’ve been since midnight. chills shoot through your body at the image that was involuntarily concocted in your head, flushed, your body gives out and flops down from the couch into the floor with bakugou’s face burrowed into your neck. the warm, periodic soft breaths tell you he’s close to falling asleep.

“fine, fine, come on katsu”

then there’s the other way. by pure frustration or anger. your obliviousness has surely shattered his entire world when the hints mina told him that would definitely get you to know seemed to have failed in every sense of the world—

it was a tuesday, after lunch period, class 1A had been called to the grounds for a physical training session. sparrings had been going on for the past hour and everyone is beyond exhausted. bakugou is sitting next to you on the benches, heaving and downing a bottle of water like nothing. you two have just finished your round, turning the leaderboard to 11-9 with him in the lead.

when you look over you see the way his eyes dart around the current battle (between izuku and shouto), they’re glossed over— pulled in by the sheer weight of their movements. you know that in the depths of his mind, he’s analysing every step or twist of their bodies, exactly as if he’s right in the battle himself— this is what makes him so good: he’s working even when he’s resting.

chuckles leave your breath and they snap him out of his daze, “hah what you looking at, nerd?” he says without much bite, a grin that’s victorious and smug, “you!” despite just stating the obvious, you puff your cheeks out, proud that your remark had rendered bakugou temporarily speechless.

“tsk, you have no idea what you do to me, do you..” yes, although the grounds currently are shooting around with kicks that land with vigour, blasts that explode in people’s faces, somehow, you heard the whisper that was not meant for you.

“what do you mean kats?” tilting your head, you continue downing water whilst looking at him expectantly. suddenly, his face flashes red and the knuckles that wrap around his flask turn snow white.

“nothin’, forget it,” he brushes you off, engrossed in the match once again.

“aww kats, what are you hiding from me?”

“i said nothing, god damn it!” so adamant.

“you sure? it sounds like something.” you insist, teasing in your tone as you accompany bakugou to the bottle refill station.

“oh my days y/n how oblivious are you? even shouto figured it out last month, i’ve liked you since first year, you happy now?” he looks at you, and you really, really look at him. he’s flaring, frustrated, somewhat.

“i— what?”

[scar-crossedlvrs]

A Secret Santa Gift for @vaaaaaiolet

featuring Leon S. Kennedy + christmas morning + forced proximity ( loose interpretation tbh ) + a reference to a christmas movie!

A/N: I want to profusely apologize for how late this is! I had something else written completely and absolutely hated it, scrapped it and now we’ve got this which i’m a million times happier with. I genuinely hope you enjoy this vivi, i feel so rusty when it comes to writing so the only thing i can do is hope you enjoy! and to everyone that participated in @leonsecretsanta , y’all did some amazing work and i can’t wait to enjoy it all

includes: agent reader. disappointing circumstances. being stuck in a hotel room for the holidays

wc: 1.2k

“Damn it.” 

Your eyes flicker to your work partner across the room just as he tosses his earpiece onto his bed in frustration. Steel blue eyes meet your confused gaze and Leon can’t do much but offer you a shrug. 

“Evac won’t be here for another twenty four hours.”

You stare, mouth falling open slightly in astonishment. “No way, It’s Christmas Eve. They can’t just leave us here.” 

It had already been a day since the two of you had completed your last mission, sharing the best hotel room that the D.S.O. was willing to shell out on the other side of the country. Hunnigan had promised that the two of you would be back in time to spend Christmas in the comfort of your own home, but now? They decided to wait until 11pm to let you know that you wouldn’t be making it home in time for the holiday at all. 

It wasn’t as if it was the first time they left the two of you stranded like this. 

“Apparently, everyone else gets the pleasure of a half day. They forgot about us.” 

You groan, falling dramatically into the plush of your own queen bed, face smushed into the low quality hotel comforter. Leon can’t do much past helplessly watching your plight in silence for a few minutes before sitting himself on the edge of your bed, a comforting hand finding a perch on your shoulder blade. 

“It could have been worse.” his words weren’t as comforting as either of you wished they could have been, but it was enough to make you right yourself into a seated position beside him. Even if it was just to shoot him an annoyed glare. 

“Easy for you to say.” you grumble. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes in response, standing up with a pat to your shoulder. “Just take a shower, get some sleep. We’ll figure out what to do about this in the morning.” 

Inhaling sharply through your nose, you nod. “Yeah, you’re right. Nothing we can do about it now anyway.” 

You begrudgingly stand, sulking your way to the bathroom to wash away the disappointment and wind down for bed, and when you emerge clean and in a slightly better mood, Leon is nowhere to be found. 

Strange.

—

You awaken the next morning to the sound of shuffling. Eyes peel open in the soft morning light, the curtains having been drawn open in order to allow the sun to shine into the dingy hotel room, brightening it up ever so slightly. Letting out a soft groan, you let your eyes fall shut once more, remembering exactly where you are in the moment. 

“You awake?” Leon’s voice rings out. “Merry Christmas.”

You flop onto your side, prying your eyes open once more to see him seated on the edge of his bed. He hadn’t returned back to the hotel room by the time you had fallen asleep, so part of you was surprised to see him here clad in a green sweater. As you right yourself, he holds something out to you with a halfhearted smile. “Here.”

Bleary eyed, you take the red bundle and inspect it further. It doesn’t take much to identify it as another sweater, the matching pair to the one he already had on his frame. Brows furrow for a moment as your sleep ridden brain slowly begins to piece things together. 

“Just change into it and we can have some breakfast,” Leon ushers, motioning you towards the bathroom as he stands, turning his back to you rather suspiciously. 

You shrug, tossing the covers off of your body before placing your feet onto the cool, carpet covered floor. Standing, you glance towards the man once more to find him glaring at you, a finger pointing towards the bathroom in a silent command. 

“Fine, fine.” you grumble softly, shuffling your feet as you make your way into the bathroom to wash the sleep from your eyes and dress yourself in your new gifted sweater. A pretty little red cable knit number that you probably would have put back in favor of something with a little more festive flair, but it was definitely more pleasant to look at than the dull black you already had on. 

The moment you left the bathroom, you halted in surprise at the sight before you. The first thing that caught your eye was the miniature tree placed on the desk in the corner of the room. Lights twinkled around it, reflecting off the small red and green baubles that decorated the branches. Tracing the perimeter of the room, you noticed the cheap paper snowflakes plastered to the window as well as a cardboard santa propped in the opposite corner as the tree. Leon had turned on the dinky television, now playing some stop motion animated christmas film you hadn’t watched in years. You hadn’t even made it to the “breakfast” spread atop his bed by the time you could feel yourself grinning from ear to ear. 

“I take it you like it?” Leon perked up at the sight of your smile, unable to hide the one that was growing on his own lips. “I know it’s no Kevin Mcallister at the Plaza Hotel, but I figured it was better than nothing.” 

You nod, turning to meet him with bright eyes. Without warning, you throw your arms around him, catching him by surprise. It takes a moment, but his own arms fold around you. You squeeze him tightly in your arms before taking a step back, face warm in embarrassment at the sudden physical contact shared between the two of you. He doesn’t seem to mind it however, instead leading you to the impressive selection for your holiday breakfast ( what appeared to be a variety of snacks emptied from the local gas station’s shelves ).

“How’d you manage this?” you question, taking a moment to sift through the pre-packaged pastries and snack sized bags of chips.

“Well, you seemed to be really disappointed about this situation so I thought I’d do something to make it better.” he started, propping himself on the edge of his bed. 

“Not why, how?” you snort softly, nudging him with your hand before sitting down beside him, packaged cookie in hand. 

“Oh, well after you went to shower I got the idea for all this. Spent half the night hunting for somewhere that was even open. Thank god for gas station convenience stores.”

You can’t help but laugh. “You got everything from a gas station? Even the tree?” 

Leon nods, reaching behind him to pluck out a bag of chips for his own meal. “Remind me we need to take that back before we get picked up. They made me pay an arm and a leg for it and still want it back.”

You nod, silently taking in the hotel room around you that suddenly seemed to be much less miserable than it had been last night before turning your gaze back to him. “I don’t have anything for you.”

He shrugs, “I don’t need anything, just knowing you’re not miserable is enough.” 

You smile softly once more, attention turning to the colorful characters on screen. Taking a bite of your cookie, your head falls to his shoulder. 

“Thanks.”

[kiarrahatesboys]

Realistically, today had been a good day. Most of Lena's technology worked perfectly, and any tweaks she needed to make went smoothly. Nia had bought her coffee. At a private moment around noon, Kara had kissed her cheek before flying off to do rounds on the city.

Lena, however, stands in the hallway of Kara’s apartment building wishing she could punch a hole or twelve into the drywall. Her keys - including the spare key to the loft that she had been given - fall out of her hand to the floor, and she feels the tension in her chest build.

It takes an eternal four seconds to pick them up, unlock the door, and step inside.

Kara stands by her kitchen sink, sipping from her purple water bottle. “Hi, baby.”

There is no will to look over and smile in response. Lena drops her purse on the floor and trudges straight to the bed. She falls face-first into it, feet dangling in the air.

All the blankets and abandoned clothes from this morning smell familiar. Lemon and woodsmoke – Kara. Lena likes to joke that the woodsmoke smell is because she flies so fast she burns up.

She can feel the furrow in her eyebrows, and what's worse is that she has no idea why it's there. It was a good day. She didn't even have to make a pit stop at Luthor Corp to put out any fires. There's nothing wrong.

The lack of explanation for her frustration makes her even more frustrated.

“Hey.” The mattress dips as Kara sits down. “Rough day?”

“No,” Lena says into blankets, suddenly near tears. She rolls over onto her back. “That's the thing, it was good. So why am I in meltdown territory?”

Kara’s hand is in her hair – soothing, home, safety. “I’m sorry. Let me help you?”

Lena nods, toeing off her shoes. They clatter to the floor. Kara offers her hands and pulls her into a sitting position. She helps Lena out of her day clothes and expertly offers the right pajamas. Good texture, good match, good breathability.

It takes a moment for her to start pulling them on as she prepares to go from stationary to in motion. The clean air surrounding her body after she changes helps to lessen the dread in her shoulders. Kara knows the little details to make her comfortable - hood up over her head, a fresh pair of socks. Once dressed, Lena flops over onto her side and curls up tight.

Kara leans over to kiss her head. She draws the curtains. The room becomes dark, and Lena feels her eyebrows relax. It’s a warm summer day outside, and the sun has made its presence clear. The darkness now dampening her vision offers peace.

“Do you want me around?” Kara asks, voice soft.

“Yes, please.” Lena sounds childlike. Her voice is fragile, muffled under her hands.

“Okay, scooch. Make room.”

Lena falls limp as a smile ghosts her face.

“Wow. Okay.” Kara heaves a dramatic sigh.

She feels Kara’s arms snake under her body. For a moment, she’s weightless, and then she’s gently set a foot or two over from where she was before. The mattress bounces again as Kara settles.

Lena reaches behind her to pull Kara's arm over her stomach and takes a deep breath.

“Good girl,” Kara says innocently.

“Hmm?”

“The deep breath. Proud of you.”

Lena’s body feels warm with love. “Thanks.”

The conversation lulls. Lena keeps breathing. Cool air keeps her temperature regulated under a hoodie and Kara’s body. Tension still weighs in her chest, but the accommodations matter. Kara doesn't even ask what she needs, she just knows. Lena barely has to move. She's surrounded by so much love.

“I wish I knew what was wrong.” she says into silence.

Kara hums, sounding sleepy and content.

“Like, nothing bad happened. I had a good day. Why do I feel like I want to implode?”

“You’re autistic, love.” Kara slips her hand beneath Lena’s hoodie to hold her tummy. “That happens. Sometimes there's no answer. I know you don't like that, I’m sorry.”

Lena hates how whiny she sounds. “But I want an answer! I want something to fix.”

“I know, baby.”

She sighs, then rolls over into Kara’s embrace. Having nothing to blame makes the situation feel unresolved. Agitation swirls in her gut, but she knows there's nothing to be done. Sometimes there are just days where the world is too much.

“Too much world.” Lena mumbles.

Kara puts a hand in her hair. “I know. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

As much as the lack of answer makes things unfinished, the hoodie helps. Having the hood up helps. She has clean socks and a dark room. Her girlfriend loves her, and is warm and solid against her.

Despite it all, she's loved. And that’s important too.

"Thank you." she whispers into darkness.

Kara scratches gently at her scalp. "Always, baby."

Always.

[gothsoyl]

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ DECEMBER CHALLENGE

"Tired"

caitlyn kiramman x puppy!reader word count: 900 summary: your owner comes home tired note: what if i write nsfw version later...

you're lying on the couch, staring at the door across from you, waiting for caitlyn. she came in at about the same time every day, so you were always waiting for her at the door, wagging your tail. but something didn't go according to plan today - she's been gone for too long and you've already started to worry.

at first, as usual, you were sitting by the door, listening attentively to the noise outside, but you still couldn't hear her footsteps. it alerted you, but you tried not to panic ahead of time – she works so it was okay if she was a few minutes late, right?

but an hour passed, and then two.

you've already been walking around the door in circles, not finding a place for yourself to calm down. the whining turned into howls, and you could feel your whole body starting to ache with longing for caitlyn, your mistress and your owner. It was unbearable. It seemed like a lot more time had passed than it actually was, but you couldn't help yourself.

you needed caitlyn like air, if not more.

you tried to distract yourself by walking around the apartment, chewing on your favorite toys that caitlyn bought you to calm down, but nothing helped. your thoughts kept returning to her and to the anxiety that grew with every moment that you spent alone.

and finally you heard the familiar footsteps. you immediately raise your head and look at the door, your ears raised in anticipation, and your tail starts banging furiously on the couch by itself. your heart freezes with excitement, as if it was for the first time, and you run to the door, scratching the floor with your claws.

the door opens and you don't even wait for caitlyn to enter the apartment completely – you run towards her, putting your paws on her stomach, tail swaying from side to side.

“caitlyn! cate! I missed you!” you immediately start whining, looking at her with eyes full of longing and love, but in response she only rudely pushes you away. she doesn't hug you or pat you by the ear, as she usually does, which immediately makes your heart sink.

“let me go inside! gosh!” caitlyn hisses in response, making you take a step back in disbelief and pressing your ears to the back of your head. you don't understand what's going on and it scares you.

you want to ask more questions, you want to know what happened, but you don't know if caitlyn will answer you. you don't want to make her angry. you want her to be proud of you, to love you, so you just nod shortly, trying not to make a sound. 

caitlyn exhales loudly and slams the door, and you flinch at the tension in the air. 

you try not to look at her directly, as you usually do, but you can't bring yourself to turn away from her either – you watch as she throws the raincoat from her shoulders down and goes into the living room, slightly shuffling her feet on the floor from exhaustion. you feel sorry for her. you want to do something, but you feel completely powerless.

you follow her quietly, trying not to get too close and keep at least some distance. you watch caitlyn flop down on the couch and tilt her head back, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes. you hesitate, but still carefully sit down a couple of meters away from her, impatiently stamping your paws on the floor. 

something needs to be done... but how can you do it so that caitlyn doesn't get mad?

“come here,” you blink a couple of times, lifting your head to her. she doesn't even look at you, but her voice sounds much softer than when she first came home.

you swallow hard and carefully approach her, hopping onto the couch. you want to snuggle up to her with your cold nose, but you try not to make any sudden movements.

caitlyn's head slowly turns in your direction and you notice the bags under her eyes and how pale she looks. she reaches out to you and gently puts her hand on your head, ruffling your hair and scratching behind your ear, the way you like it.

“I'm sorry for yelling,” her voice is quiet and tired, and you don't even notice how your tail starts wagging at her touch.

“I was worried about you,” you admit anyway and crouch even closer, gently placing your paw on her thigh, as if somehow trying to calm her down. 

caitlyn smiles sadly and nods, her lips barely moving as she whispers, “just tired.”

you frown a little and lean closer to her, your rough tongue touching her neck in slow movements, leaving a wet trail. you can hear her soft sigh, her hand is still stroking your hair. 

“do you want me to...”

“no,” she abruptly interrupts you and pulls away, wiping your saliva from her skin. you immediately feel like you've said too much, that you’ve done too much and just pushed caitlyn away, but she pats her lap and shakes her head, “let's just sit here.”

you nod immediately and lie down on the couch, resting your head on her lap. her fingers tangle in your hair, but you don't pay attention. your tail slowly hits the couch for pleasure and you stretch, relaxing your body and getting comfortable.

“good girl...”

[candyswirls]

Heyy this may be a bit late, but I was wondering if you could write some Titus x Fem Reader fluff. Basically just Titus discovering a sweet serf and deciding to "adopt" her. Much snuggling ensues because she gets cold all the time and he feels bad.

Pretty please, and thank you! Merry sanguinala!!

You are one of the youngest serfs. Barely of age to begin working. Father and mother were serfs and always told you what an honor it was to serve the emperor’s angels.

Yet they never mentioned how stressful it was. How demanding. One of the Astartes had already snapped and yelled at you. You were so far from home. You missed your parents.

You kept your head down as tears streamed down your cheeks. You scurried through the halls, hoping to make it to your quarters back in time. You just need a moment of-

You ran into something unmovable and flopped back onto the floor, hood flying back.

You shook your head and gasped as you realized you had ran right into an Astartes.

“My apologies my lord,” you quickly say as you move into a bowing position. “I should have been paying attention. Please forgive me and have mercy.”

You saw out of the corner of your eye, him motion for you to stand. You did so with haste.

“Worry not, little serf,” he said. There was a kindness in his voice. “Where were you headed to.”

You bowed your head, “To the serf quarters sir. If there is something you need, I can surely do it though.”

He was silent a moment, “you have been crying.”

“My duty is to serve my lord, my emotions don’t matter.”

He was silent again. Dread filled you and you couldn’t help the fresh tears that fell. You were surely to be punished.

A gentle touch brushed your shoulder.

“There’s no need to be frightened,” the Astartes assured. “What is your name.”

You spoke it.

“I am Lieutenant Demetrian Titus,” he said. “Let us dry those tears.”

He knelt to your level and brushed them away with his thumb.

“Thank you my lord”, you manage to mumble.

“Please, call me Titus.”

[whatwooshkai]

25!

"Congratulations on graduating, I guess."

Heatwave takes a swig of the bottle of high grade and passes it to Blades, who wipes off the top before taking a drink. Chase stares at them balefully.

"I am now an officer of the law-" he starts, but Heatwave waves a hand in his face.

"Not yet, you aren't," he tells him, taking the bottle back from Boulder for another swig. "That's tomorrow. Day one of the rest of our lives, fellas." He offers the bottle to Chase. "Just enjoy yourself, mech."

Chase frowns, doorwings down and finials pinned back. Finally, he sighs and takes the bottle, producing a rag of his own to clean the top. "Alright."

"Attaboy." Heatwave leans back.

"You aren't even a real enforcer," Blades points out, flopping back between Heatwave and Boulder. "You're 'enforcer-adjacent'."

"You're a Rescue Bot," Boulder pipes up, taking the bottle from Chase, then handing to Blades. "We all are. Don't think to hard about the details."

"Damn straight," Heatwave agrees, nudging Boulder's pede with his own.

Chase sighs again, then scoots over to join the pile on Heatwave's other side, accepting the bottle when it's passed back to him.

It's peaceful as they finish the first bottle and get well through the second- up until Heatwave pulls out a cygar.

"What are you doing?" Chase demands, but his voice slurs a little.

Heatwave grins. "Smokin'."

Chase narrows his optics. "This is a non-smoking building."

Heatwave's grin gets bigger. "Whatcha gonna do, arrest me?"

Chase stares at him like he's genuinely considering it.

"Do it," Blades jeers, from where he's been building an impressively intricate card tower on Boulder's chassis. The mech in question is holding so still Heatwave feels the need to poke them every five or so minutes, just to make sure they aren't dead. "Arrest him for being, uh, fuck, um, not funny. Yeah."

"In that case-" Heatwave hiccups, then downs the rest of the bottle in one go. "In that case, arrest us all! But then you'd uh, damn, uh, you'd fuck up the card tower. And that shit's illegal."

"Is it?" Chase's expression is wide open and horrified, doorwings flicking agitatedly.

"Yes, definitely," Blades tells him. "Pass the cygar."

Heatwave reaches around the card tower, and Blades takes the cygar and starts puffing on it like he was a bot that had seen too much. Heatwave knows deep in his spark he's not getting that back.

By the time they've worked their way through five of the bottles, Blades has built his card tower so tightly to the ceiling that Boulder is now stuck beneath it, and they cannot figure out how to get them out. Chase passed out trying, leaving Blades and Heatwave to lean against the two of them, sharing the last bottle and smoking the last cygar.

"You think things will stay like this forever?" Blades asks.

"Hell no," Heatwave mutters around the cygar. The room has taken on an odd haze from them smoking, and even the windows open to vent it hasn't properly dissipated it. "This is the last of our academy days. Now we gotta like, fuck, work 'n shit."

"Not what I meant," Blades mutters. "You're all not gonna die or whatever, right?"

Heatwave frowns, trying to wrap his helm around the question, or at least make up some kind of reassuring answer. "Nah," he settles on. "I won't let us. And... uh, Chase would arrest us."

"He'd find a way," Blades agrees. "Yeah."

"Yeah."

They don't really remember the conversation in the morning.

[koalapastries-writes]

bunny!arthur, bunny!oscar, cat!lando, cat!yuki, cat!kimi, dog!logan and bear!ollie (woosh sorry this is a lot) with wolf!reader who softly chews the drivers ears to show affection?

(obvi all hybrids, i just was NOT typing hybrid 8 times)

-bear ❤️

dw bear i figured as much (i very rarely actually type hybrid lol) also wolf!reader is fabulous. thank you <3

bunny!arthur is a little cautious at first. obviously he knows you're not going to hurt him deliberately. he's just a bit less sure if you know how strong your canines will be against his delicate little ears. but then you do it and it's so gentle ... and arthur just lets out a happy squeak and flops his ear for you be able to chew easier.

cat!kimi looks at you so judgmentally at first. he's so unimpressed by the concept of you chewing on his ears. he appreciates the thought, but he's sure he won't appreciate the practicality. he's wrong. you do it and it tickles a little but it's annoyingly cute. because now he has to pretend like he doesn't like because he judged too quickly and can't be seen changing his mind now.

cat!lando rolls onto his back so he can look up at you while you do it. he's not even slightly bothered by the idea. he's probably done weirder things. speaking of, he definitely bats at your ears gently like he's playing with a ball of string. you're both dorky and basically a kitten and a pup with no supervision.

dog!logan will try to tilt his head to chew on your ears at the same time. it doesn't work, and he just ends up on his back with his tongue out the side of his mouth, but he looks so adorable you abandon the ear chewing and play wrestle instead. every now and then you'll both pause to give each other a gentle bite before you get back to it.

bear!ollie is confused. he doesn't know what you're doing or why you're doing it. he'll have a momentary panic that you're trying to panic before he remembers how silly that is. you'll probably be cuddling already. your hybrid instincts just defaulted to what you'd do with other wolves instead of taking into account the fact that ollie ... wasn't a wolf hybrid. he'll giggle when you tell him and squirm happily.

bunny!oscar would get spooked initially and jump away from you. once he processes what you did, he'll move back over to you with a mumbled apology before he offers one of his ears for you to chew on. you ask if it hurts him, because you don't exactly have first-hand experience with bunny ears, and oscar has to very embarrassingly explain that he didn't expect it but he really does like it.

cat!yuki's first instinct is to smack you in the face. he'll give a half-assed apology and justify it with "you bit me!" which is ... well, you can't fault him for it. you'll sheepishly explain what you were doing and yuki will let you do it one more time now he's expecting. at first, he's doing it just to humour you. that quickly changes and he finds himself actually quite enjoying it for reasons he can't explain.

can you guys tell i love hybrid!drivers and hybrid!reader yet

[bakageta]

Holiday fic 500 #2

Next is some Venom Xenobiology for @ihasafandom

Even before Venom, Eddie had been awful at sleeping. Always too much or not enough, never the right amount. Now it didn’t matter as much, Venom supported Eddie through all of life's inconveniences including sleep deprivation, but he still needed sleep. 

“I can feel you judging me,” Eddie gumbled. He flopped miserably from his side to his back and kicked at the blankets covering him. They were itchy but without them Eddie’s legs chilled quickly. Its host considered them a necessary evil, a concept Venom thought incredibly stupid.

Only a little.

“Feels like a lottle.”

I can put you to sleep, it offered. Eddie would refuse the offer, he hated the abrupt stop and start to his consciousness, but Venom felt it was important to give him the option.

As it predicted, Eddie refused with an amused huff. He knew its reasoning for the offer, had fallen asleep while it explained at length. 

That was an idea. I could tell you something?

“You could, yeah,” Eddie mused and rubbed at his stubble.

What do you want me to tell you?

“I dunno man.” Its host rolled onto his stomach, face buried in his pillow and scratchy blankets tangled around his legs. “What about how you work? That’ll probably go way over my head and put me to sleep.”

My species is not as complicated as you seem to think. Though the last time Venom had tried to explain its transdimensional nature Eddie had complained it was interrupting the movie. Not Venom’s fault that it had gotten enough right that Venom had wanted to comment on the few inaccuracies.

“And yet you're complicated enough that I couldn't watch Interstellar and listen to you at the same time.”

That is not surprising.

“Whatever.” Eddie folded his pillow so his head was still supported but he was no longer breathing through it. “Tell me now, when I'm not distracted.”

Venom let its fond amusement suffuse their bond while it rifled through Eddie's brain for an appropriate metaphor.

Reality is multifaceted and multiplanar, Venom paused to see how Eddie would respond.

“Sure. What's that mean?”

Different worlds where different things happened, universes that are reflections of one another except for one thing.

“Yeah, yeah, metaphysical bullshit. I got it.” 

Venom burbled out and over Eddie's legs in an approximation of laughter. Small ciliary motions on its surface slid the scratchy blanket to the foot of the bed. I'm like kelp.

“The fuck does that mean?”

I have a holdfast like kelp, only instead of a rock mine is your central nervous system. Most of my mass is beyond this reality, just like the majority of kelp is above the sea floor. That mass draws in nutrients utilizing specialized structures. Like kelp.

“I think your metaphor is falling apart,” Eddie snarked. Then he yawned. 

Venom was winning. It kept its grin internal as it crept further up Eddie’s chest. Continuing my metaphor, the sea is like the space between universes. The rock, or host, can’t experience the sea beyond, but the symbiote can. And the sea is where all of the collective symbiote knowledge is stored.

Venom paused as Eddie’s chest rose dramatically with a deep breath. He was asleep and all it needed to do was help him stay there. It told him how permeable his tissue was for it, how he soothed it, how his mind was a near perfect fit to its own. How it thought that it could spend the rest of its life with him.

[blushyeleven]

SQUEALING SANTA

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this fic is for @just-a-fluffy-knight so suprirse!! I hope you enjoy, sorry it’s really short, but merry Christmas! <3

summary: Billy is grumpy and frustrated about his ghostface plans so stu tries to cheer him up and get through to him (stoic/grumpy x sunshine)

characters: ler!stu, lee!billy

warnings: just tickles

𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽-𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼

the room was dimly lit, the flickering light bulb above casting a dull yellow glow over the chaos of fast food wrappers and old newspapers scattered across the floor. billy paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, hands gripping his gelled back hair like he was trying to keep his head from exploding. stu sat cross-legged on the worn-out couch, eyes wide, watching billy like a kid waiting for his favorite cartoon to start.

“this is ridiculous,” billy snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. “every part of the plan is falling apart. the calls aren’t scary enough, the mask is stupid, and—” he gestured wildly toward the table where the voice changer lay, “—this piece of crap doesn’t even work half the time!”

stu tilted his head, his mouth curling into a lazy grin. “aw, come on, billy-boy. it’s not that bad. we scared that chick last week pretty good. you saw her face when-”

“shut up, stu,” billy growled, stopping his pacing to glare at him. “you’re not helping.”

stu blinked, his grin faltering for a second before bouncing right back. “hey, don’t bite my head off. i’m just saying, maybe you need to chill a little. you’re all… grrr.” he curled his hands like claws and growled in what he thought was an intimidating way.

billy rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

stu leaned back against the couch, kicking his feet a little like a restless kid. he watched billy storm around the room some more, muttering curses under his breath, and an idea sparked in his head. a stupid idea. but stu loved stupid ideas.

billy had just thrown his hands up in frustration when stu sprang to his feet, his grin widening. “alright, grumpy pants, time for some drastic measures.”

“what the hell are you—” billy started, but stu was already lunging at him.

his fingers darted out, poking at billy’s sides. “tickle attack!” stu yelled gleefully, his voice bouncing off the walls of the small room.

billy froze, his eyes going wide with shock. “stu, stop!” he barked, his voice low and dangerous.

but stu wasn’t deterred. he wiggled his fingers against billy’s ribs, laughing like a maniac. “come on, billy, laugh a little! it’s good for the soul!”

billy’s expression darkened, his lips pressed into a thin line, but then—there it was. a crack in the armor. the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“stu, i swear to god—” billy’s voice was strained, but it wavered, like he was trying way too hard to keep it steady.

stu grinned triumphantly. “oh, i see it! you’re cracking, man!” he doubled down, his hands darting to billy’s sides and then his stomach, relentless and annoyingly enthusiastic.

finally, billy let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. it wasn’t much, but stu latched onto it like a dog with a bone.

“there it is! i knew you could do it!” stu crowed, his hands still moving.

“stu, stop!” billy’s voice was louder now, and he shoved at stu’s hands, but there was no real force behind it.

“not until you laugh for real!” stu sang, poking billy’s ribs again.

and then it happened—a sharp, short burst of laughter escaped billy’s lips, followed by a frustrated groan. “you’re the worst,” he muttered, but the corners of his mouth were twitching.

stu finally backed off, throwing his hands up like he’d just won a championship. “victory!” he declared, flopping back onto the couch with a satisfied sigh.

billy rubbed at his sides, glaring at stu, but there was something softer in his eyes now, something almost amused. “you’re an idiot,” he said, but there was no heat behind it.

“yeah, but i’m your idiot,” stu shot back, grinning from ear to ear.

billy shook his head, letting out a long sigh. “next time, just leave me alone.”

“nope,” stu said, popping the ‘p.’ “next time, i’m going straight for the armpits.”

billy groaned, but this time, there was the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

[triglycercule]

what if because dust and horror wouldn't wanna be called anything aside from sans in a multiverse context and they were both good buddies they both just start calling eachother sans. i'm sans (dust) and i'm sans (horror) ahh duo

becaaause horror in his eye(s) still sees himself as sans!! he's sans!! who else is he SUPPOSED to be god 😒😒 stop attatching this stupid fake name onto him that just points out all his shortcomings in his au and also just dehumanizes him (because i get that aus are named after a key trait of something but COME ON the guy's name is HORROR it's like naming a poor person "brokie" or something,,,). horror is PROUDLY sans smh

and dust ALSO sees himself as sans!!! like,,, granted he's definitely not a better sans than he was before considering everything he did (but he still doesn't like his past self's inaction) but he's STILL SANS. nothing about him changed (really?) enough to warrant the whole identity shift. like dude dont discredit him DONT DENY HIS WHOLE LIFE!!! he IS sans no matter what,,, dust doesnt wanna think about what he became if he's not sans now anyways lul :3

now could they fight over the right to the identity of sans??? possibly,,, but also consider this: there are literally infinite numbers of sanses in the multiverse. at some point the shiny title of Sans would be something horror and dust are used to around the multiverse!!! so why fight over the name (that so many others share already so its not exactly exclusive) when they can just decide to make each other feel better!!! be delusional TOGETHER 🤞

[thefrogdalorian]

I think on this fine Saturday afternoon it's a good opportunity to take a breather and remember that there are really no ethical paparazzi pictures. Every single one is inherently exploitative.

Just because photos were taken on a movie set, when someone is 'working,' does not make the practice any less invasive and creepy. Imagine just going about your day, doing your job and having some weirdo snapping pictures of you to sell without your consent for others to endlessly repost online.

There are thousands of pictures of your favourite actor online already. Plenty taken with his knowledge and consent. I'd really like to see more of them on my dash, rather than the creeper shots.

And don't get me started how disseminating these pictures directly leads to people going to said sets. What starts off as admiring how good someone looks has real world implications.

No, hanging around a movie set and disrupting people doing their jobs is not harmless fun or a way to show your appreciation.

If you hang around a movie set, you are a stalker.

Don't tell me that it's okay to take your online admiration for someone offline. You may admire him but he does not, and will never, personally know you. He will never be your friend/boyfriend/daddy. He is a stranger.

The only way meeting your favourite actor is going to happen is at a convention or maaaaaybe a movie premiere if you're incredibly fortunate. You know, places they appear specifically to meet fans (or not in the case of premieres, where the purpose is to promote a movie. Which is also completely understandable if actors don't stop. You are not owed an interaction).

Of course, you cannot help it if you randomly run into someone you admire in the wild. Even then, consider that they probably won't be all too thrilled to be approached in public by a complete stranger. It's up to you to gauge the situation, but remember there is a person at the heart of all of this.

Boundaries and respect are a kindness which deserves to be extended to each and every human being regardless of their looks/talent/fame/wealth.

Fandoms blur those lines a little too often for my liking and I think just scrutinising what you're interacting with, or what behaviour you could be possibly falling down that slippery slope towards is nice to do every once in a while.

I mean no malice with this post and it is not directed at anyone in particular. It's something I cannot help but feel strongly about because I've seen this destructive cycle time and again in fandoms over the years. It's not healthy and it makes us all a little bit more disconnected from our humanity for it...

[seokmattchuus]

When Matthew tells you he's been a bit stressed with debut preparations, you help him get his mind off of things. With some handcuffs and a torturous, never-ending hand job.

[ruvviks]

introducing night city's second worst family (please for the love of god click for better quality!) // most of them belong to @reaperkiller =^) diana "vulture" crane >> a high profile fixer from city center's velvet harbor; stays out of the family business and with that avoids most of the drama that comes with it maxwell crane >> diana's ambitious younger brother and ceo of the spaceship elysium; competitive and brash and generally doesn't get along well with others kinsley osborn >> maxwell's wife and ceo of the spaceship elysium; idealistic and somehow still believes that arasaka doesn't own them (they do (but they're also getting fucked over by cobra cybernetics)) jesse colton >> the youngest of the coltons and the only bearable one; doesn't want to be involved but loves to create family drama on purpose to make everyone else worse william colton >> the oldest of the coltons and ceo of cobra cybernetics; sweatiest sack of potatoes of a man you've ever met and that's all you need to know about him luiza colton-vidal >> william's wife and oldest sibling of the vidal family; absolutely here for the money but she's good at keeping up appearances (and yes she gets william killed (it takes everyone almost a year to figure that out)) alana cartier >> brilliant arasaka scientist and head scientist of arasaka's serpent projects; used to be married to sebastian vidal (luiza's younger brother and main test subject of project cobra) andrew colton >> the middle sibling of the coltons, alana's husband, and head of arasaka's special programs branch; he's the cause of everything that happens in the story