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[risestarkiss]

Hi there @cartoonfriend speaking

You might know me as the one who made a comment that put TMNT fandom into total chaos

Hehehe who knew this one comment cause a big crazy fan freakout?😅

Well if you think this shocked you most then prepare yourself for another bombshell I'm throwing. And that is (if season 3 might return or will continue in comics)

The Return of the Shredder sealed inside Leo!

(record scratch sound)

Oroku Saki was never The Shredder. He was a victim of the Shredder. The real Shredders was the dark armor, Kuroi Yoroi itself that corrupted him and trapped his soul within.

The armor has its own mind that twists, corrupts and devours anyone who put them on as Draxum and Saki.

And let's not forget WHO gave him that armor

It kinda like Clockwerk/Clock-la/Neyla situation from Sly Cooper franchise (if you know what I'm talking about)

Now that I clear that out (hopefully) lets answer the main two questions. One why would Shredder return? And two how is Leo involved into this?

Okay for question number 1 simple answer: The Shredder is the main important, necessary part of TMNT franchise as turtles (like Dr Eggman in Sonic or Green Goblin in Spiderman) that cannot not exist. So there's no way that he would not return is the series decides to continue.

As for question number two, actually glad you asked because there are some subtle hints that implies Leo might have bit of Shredder inside: Exhibit A

This might be just cool shot of Leo in action (before his swords break), but let's pause riiiight

Here

See this? A red glow in his eye on right. And who else has terrifying glowing red eyes?

Now before you say that's just a coincidence here is

Exhibit B: Leo's unpredictable portal Mystic powers

No I'm not joking, just hear me out. I'm aware the reason why Leo's portal don't work because of his inferiority complex and lack of focus, but what if there is reason? When he first uses Odachi, we can see it flickers like something unstable. And when Leo does makes a portal they sometimes led to random faraway places.

Like the tip of Eiffel Tower in Paris

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3. Or this weird place that I have no what or where is it

Now can you guess who else has flickering (tele)portaling as well?

Honestly those can't be just coincidences.

BUT if you are still not believe, then here is my final evidence

Exhibit C (as my Ace in sleeve)

There it IS. This is the main culprit behind the possibility of Shredder's return and why Leo might posses Shredder posses him. As you guys might remember (and technically) this piece never returned back to Old Skully a.k.a. Shredder's helmet as the hole was filled with Jupiter Jim action fiction which made the armor flawed and incomplete. And it was never brought back. Even after Karai was rescued which also freed Shredder the piece was still missing. So the question is 'What happened to that missing piece?'

Well here is my theory. That missing piece never vanished along with the rest of armor. It fused with Leo after stepping on as a kid, like a backup plan, making Leo a vessel (a.k.a. Leo is a jinchuuriki, or a horcrux to Shredder's soul, if you know what I mean). Let's not forget this armor is from the Krang, that that can infect and then mind control (Raph is both witness and victim of that).

These are ruthless monsters that are capable of anything heinous to show their twisted sadistic dominance and show no mercy to weaker

Either Leo get possessed by that piece and become the next Shredder or getting the peace out but the piece somehow takes a form from mix of Krang biotechnology and stolen mystic energy/DNA to become a new entity still known as Shredder. (It's not very farfetched when you remember 2003 version did something similar with Oroku Saki/Shredder been actually the Utrom.)

So here it is. My whole theory.

Let just say this.

If Shredder ever comes back either way along with Krang

Then I'm afraid our Fearless Turtle Leader Leonardo is never gonna be safe from trauma that haunts or will awaits him.

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*whistles* Wheeeew!

*pats this ask*

Hmm, this is a very interesting theory, and one that I've definitely never thought about. 🤔

At first, I didn't know where you were going, but then you brought it all home to rest on that single piece under Leo's foot!

Now, to be fair, is that scene enough to say that Leo is 100% possessed by Shredder? I don't think it's enough...

BUT, there also isn't enough here to disprove the theory.

What the show needs is a follow up on where that one piece ended up. One additional scene could make or break this case wide open!

But, as is, the theory does have some merit, especially with the similarities you presented in the beginning of the ask. 😌

So, I'll turn it over to everyone else.

Given the evidence, do YOU think that Leo is possessed by the Shredder? 🤔

Let me know your thoughts! ☺️

(Also, thank you @cartoonfriend for sharing this theory! 💜)

[naneun-no]

Hey. I have a query. South korea criminalizes/does not allow same sex relationships in the military. Now assuming, JM and JK are in one, would it not be dangerous for them to enlist in a buddy system together? Not saying they will actually engage in a relationship whilst in the military, but its a risk a couple would not take. I've heard of many people that were punished for this and same sex couples actually take care not to be together whilst serving or they serve at different times. Whats your take on this?

Hmmm okay, so I debated for a while on whether to answer this because as funny as it might sound for a shipping blog I don’t actually like to just make up stuff about them. lol, I mainly react to their official content and the behavior I can see. Anything I can’t/don’t see, I don’t spend a lot of energy theorizing about because there are so many unknown variables it’s a waste of time, not to mention not my business. But I think your ask has some baked-in assumptions, and I think it can be fun to challenge those sort of as an exercise in critical thinking.

So, I’m going to answer this, but with the HUGE disclaimer that I’m answering this for the thought experiment, but I’m not putting forward actual theories and suggestions, because I don’t care to and it’s not my business. I’m just musing. I hope that distinction makes sense.

(Also, based on some of your phrasing, I’m thinking your mind is already made up. But, that’s okay, I’ll still play!)

When it comes to stuff like this, what I try to do is remember that everything is theories. Like. There’s so little we actually know about their lives and relationships and sexuality. We know:

1) they’re close — whether just friends or more than that — just saying in terms of how often they see each other, how many of the same jokes they make, how comfortable they seem; they’re close.

2) they chose to enlist in the Buddy system

3) they saw each other regularly during that time — slept in the same room, apparently showered together, knew the same people, referenced each other when they talked to us about how things were going.

So, orienting ourselves around what we do know is step 1. Then step 2 is to open our minds and realize that there are so many different ways that the truth could exist and manifest. I can think a few different scenarios off the top of my head that could be true, but there are a hundred more that would never occur to me. And, remember, whats true is not my business. It’s not really anyone’s, unless jikook want it to be. This is purely a thought experiment.

1. So, one possible scenario — say they’re in a fully committed, secret, named relationship (named meaning they have defined the relationship, and it’s an official, romantic designation like “boyfriends” or whatever). If that’s the case, couldn’t we assume that they would move a little differently than most ppl in same sex relationships already? Like just as a baseline, they’d already be very experienced at hiding the true nature of their relationship. They are wildly famous and have been for several years. Maybe we say that old dispatch theory (about them being on the list of couples that would be leaked) is true — they would have had YEARS of practice avoiding detection, and 18 months in a relatively private location such as military barracks wouldn’t really be that big of an exception. Would it be difficult? Sure. But we could reasonably assume that even if they were in a confirmed relationship, that they would already be used to prolonged absence, distance, and all the other relationship challenges that celebrities are KNOWN for having.

And they would have had all those challenges while being closeted.

“It is a risk a couple would not take” I mean. Maybe it’s a risk YOU wouldn’t take. But a couple who is used to being scrutinized constantly, filmed constantly, exposed to prying eyes constantly? I could see it being worth the risk, especially if quality time and ability to see/lean on each other felt more important, and felt worth the risk of possibly being exposed if they slipped up.

2. Another possibility — they’re “just friends”! Maybe they’ve explored being further, maybe they haven’t, maybe they have a star-crossed, longing-filled friendship. Maybe they pine and long and know that they’re more than friends, but haven’t taken that final jump yet. I see no reason why that sort of friends-but-not-just-friends dynamic couldn’t exist (and cause them to grow even closer and more connected) through an 18-month enlistment.

3. They’re actually just friends! Could be that. Always always always a possibility. I would say the companion enlistment would suggest best friends, actually. Like. Best man in each other’s wedding, families travel together, buy houses in the same retirement community best friends.

And a million other possibilities that we’re not privy to!!

Wow this got long (she says, again, every time). But ya know, just trying to show that your assumptions are just that, assumptions! The assumption that enlisting together is a risk “a couple would never take” is just as presumptive as the assumption that they might find the risk a worthy one, which is just as presumptive as assuming they’re only friends, or they secretly got married in Las Vegas, or any other idea. The enlistment is not the shutdown you think it is — all it really shows us is that they matter enough to each other to choose being together for 18 months, even if it meant going to a more dangerous location.

Your desire to believe that it shuts down any possibility of a romantic relationship just reveals how willing you are to disbelieve the idea that they could be more than just friends, nothing else. Cause you could think outside the box! But you don’t want to.

And that’s cool! I can’t stress this enough: it doesn’t really matter. And I’ve always said that.

The only people whose lives should be affected by jikook’s relationship status is Jimin and Jungkook. And the other members I guess, because Hoseok would probably be sad if he found out they’re not in love 🤣 (I’m kidding! For legal reasons I’m kidding)

Whether we read romance, or pining, or a platonic friendship when we look at them — let’s respect the bond they show us.

Thanks for the ask!

[nightshade962]

I thought of another dcxcp prompt I have no ships for this one and people do what they want to do here we go

Okay so this is a good parents Fenton Au. Danny gets revealed to his parents and they take it very well and they are mortified for how they acted and treated their son and have actively been trying to do better. The Justice League gets called in by the giw because they made up a whole thing of where Phantom is a threat to the universe at this point justice league dark doesn't know that Danny is the ghost King. So they roll up and try to fight Danny thing is he was with his family while in ghost form. We all know that Maddie Fenton is protective of her children so in this AU she just full on squares up with the entire Justice League and having back up in the form of her husband. So I kind of picture that Maddie at some point was in Special Forces like the type where when you leave you have a new identity type of special forces that's why she's so adorable and she can take on anyone. Maddie just proceeds to rock the Justice League's s*** and Jack is actually able to throw around Superman he can't really do any damage but he can throw him and distract him.( I like that post where Jack can go Toe to Toe with Bane and it's just enrichment for him if you know what post that is give me a link I can't find it again) that doesn't mean that jazz and Danny are defenseless matter of fact when vigorous get close to them they're standing on business. They were trained by Maddie how to fight and then when Danny became friends with Pandora and other ancients he got taught by a lot of different ones and Jazz wanted to study as well to defend herself and possibly help her little brother if he needed it. The Justice League is full and confused on how this seemingly normal except this overpowered kid is going Toe to Toe with them when they are severely outnumbered. And Maddie just looks Batman right in the eye well he stands in front of the other Lakers as I try to regroup a little bit to charge at her and goes you will not touch my son you will not hurt any of my children. That is when the Justice League realize they are facing a piss off protective mother who is willing to fight gods for her children by God damn ancients she's winning

When things clear up a little bit and they finally get explained and shown proof that the guys in white are horrible and should be taken down Jason looks over to Bruce and goes why couldn't you be half as protective as that woman when I face The Joker is a 15 year old all of his siblings are snickering behind him. Batman does not know how his kids got there they were not invited besides Nightwing they were not told of this then again he's not surprised. The sentence are more than happy to share their guns with Jason and their different weapons he and Damien are very happy

What brought this on was I saw a video of the song labor by Paris Paloma over a video of a clip from the movie Brave with the caption fight like a mother and the mom from Brave is taking on the villain I can't remember their names was a scene where the mom is still a bear and she is full on attacking this huge other bear to protect her daughter so this came up into my mind of Maddie going full on Mother Bear mode protecting her children from the super-powered genius people because she will not stand for her children to be hurt especially after she has to make up for what she has done and said about her son who she is completely mortified that she said those sort of thing about her little boy feel free to add if you want

[whispersbetweenchapters]

Never in my life did I think I would be defending the Prim Reaper. But here we are. I cannot believe all the mischaracterisation of his I'm seeing, and some of the hate. Yes, he can be disliked, I don't really like this mf, but people calling him as bad as snow is WRONG. Ahem. Right. ONE. Let's take a moment to remember that Gale was also a child, who was also learning it live. I'm not disputing that some of his actions were wrong, but you gotta be realistic, he was a dumb teenage boy. Yes, he needed lessons on empathy and compassion, but he was learning, in possibly the worst environment (which, wow, surprised that it didn't do too well).

TWO. Um, why the hell are we calling him a toxic trad husband? He is not. Trad husbands want their partner to be inferior while they shine and boast. Gale was never insecure that Katniss was a better hunter than him or a better shot, her fell in love with her for it, for how capable she was.

THREE. The statement that 'Gale would kill Katniss in the Games', uh personally, no. I do not think that Gale would kill Katniss in the games, because just like Peeta, he was also in love with her. I think that they would team up together, until the 'endish' before splitting up, hoping they wouldn't have to kill one another. I don't think Katniss would want to kill him either. AND if it came down to the two of them, I think Gale would sacrifice himself. He would make Katniss promise to look after his family before killing himself, so Katniss wouldn't have to do it. And if it were the other way around, he would make sure Katniss's family was well looked after. I'm just so over people making him out to be such a 'bad guy' when he is just a traumatised child.

FOUR. Everyone respects Beetee for blowing up people, but Gale is the worst person alive for it? Yeah, sure, Beetee went through hell, yes, it was probably more than Gale. But that cannot be the REASONING ON WHY GALE WAS BAD FOR IT. Just because his trauma was 'less' does not mean Beetee is any better. It's double standards. If we're being real here, Beetee is a mature adult, and Gale is a deranged, not fully formed teenager boy who has just been through the most traumatic events in his life. Beetee has already been living with his for years. Gale just watched his home, friends, and life be destroyed. Why would he care about anyone on the 'enemy' side at this point? His rage was not just from that, by from losing his father, from being oppressed, from watching so many children die in those games (hmm sounds familiar? Just like Beetee). Realistically, MANY people would do the same thing, make the other side suffer just as they have made you suffer. Not everyone is compassionate and sweet like Peeta, and that isn't 'wrong' or 'bad but you can't hold expectations to a child like that. Gale had every right to react the way he did. AND BEETEE IS NO BETTER. He knew what he was doing, don't cover his ass for it but hate Gale at the same time. Gale provided the idea, and Beetee made it. At ANY moment, he could have gone, hmm, nah, this is too much. But he did not, because he was just like Gale and wanted that revenge.

FIVE. Gale was also groomed by Coin, just as Snow was by Dr Gaul. Coin used his anger, his pain, for her benefit. Because, as we tend to forget, Gale was still just. A. Child. He was never told the bombs would be used against his own people; he was told they would be used against the Capitol, the people whom he was targeting. He was literally on the front lines. Did he want to blow himself up? No. Now, let me propose a question. Did Beetee know? Because someone had to operate that bombs, someone who knew how they worked, someone who wasn't on the front lines. It's an interesting thought, and maybe that's why Beetee says no to the Capitol children's hunger games because he already killed half of them with the bombs.

Now, just to clarify to am not on 'team gale',  I hate Gale for the way he lacked an understanding for Katniss when she returned from the games. For how he saw everyone as a competition and in love with Katniss, but as I said before, not everyone is great and compassionate, and that's okay because everyone is DIFFERENT. I just believe it's become a 'fad' to hate on him now for stupid things. You don’t have to like Gale. I don’t, he's annoying and a teenage boy brat. But hating HARD on him without context is lazy — and y’all are smarter than that.

[youthereader]

Echoes in the Dark part 9.

PAIRING: joel miller (the last of us) x fem!reader

SUMMARY: 1.2k words. Every morning you wake up and remember two things. Firstly, that your son is dead, and secondly, that Joel Miller is your patient.

RATING: E. piv sex, age gap (reader is in their 30s, Joel is in his 60s). heavy angst, grief and loss of a child

A/N: A fix-it fic. Reader is Joel’s carer as he recovers from Abby’s attempt on his life.

PART 8.

You wake up in Joel's house again. Not in his bed—you're not there yet—but stretched out on the couch beneath a throw blanket that smells like woodsmoke and detergent. Your back is sore. Your neck clicks when you turn it. The house is quiet except for the faint whistle of the wind threading through the doorframe. Pale morning light spills under the curtains.

Your eyes land on Joel before your thoughts fully settle. He’s already up, sitting at the table in a soft grey shirt and those threadbare sweatpants he’s taken to living in lately. He’s sketching something - a piece of furniture, maybe - or just passing the time. You think he knows you’re watching, but he doesn’t look up.

There’s a steaming mug on the table in front of the seat across from him. Your place, now.

You sit. You wrap your fingers around the mug, the heat biting into your skin.

"Mornin’," he says, eyes still on the paper.

You nod and sip. It’s hot and strong and too bitter, and you love it. You don’t speak. You both seem to like it this way, at least first thing in the morning.

The silence stretches, but it doesn’t ache. It just holds. The sound of the pencil scratching over paper is steady, almost comforting.

You look at his hands, the way his fingers move, precise and careful. He always seems to know what to do with them. You remember the way they felt on your hips the other night, gripping you hard enough to bruise.

You shift in your seat.

-

You take a short walk together late morning, just to pick up supplies. Joel insists on going even though it’s cold and overcast and his leg’s aching. You don’t argue. You just walk beside him, watching the way his breath curls in the air. You step closer when the path narrows, close enough that your arm brushes his. He doesn’t move away.

At the trade post, the woman behind the counter eyes you both. She nods at Joel. “You got good taste.”

You feel your pulse thrum. Joel barely reacts, just gives a polite half-smile. You don’t say anything either, but your jaw goes tight. On the walk back, you pull your sleeves down over your knuckles.

He notices. Of course he does.

“Wasn’t nothin’,” he says.

You glance sideways. “Didn’t say it was.”

He huffs. A sound like a chuckle but without the warmth.

-

Later, Joel makes dinner. You offer to help, and he hands you a knife without saying anything. You chop vegetables while he sears meat in a cast iron pan, his movements practiced and slow.

You watch him from the corner of your eye. There’s something oddly intimate about this — not the sex, not the tenderness of waking up in his house, but the way you work quietly side-by-side. He asks you to pass the salt. You do. He thanks you. You smile to yourself.

You eat together at the table with the fire flickering low nearby. He’s poured a bit of whiskey into your coffee, and neither of you talk much until the food’s gone.

He leans back in his chair, the firelight painting golden lines along his jaw. “Food alright?”

“Better than alright.”

He gives a short nod like that means something. Like your approval settles something in him.

You stare at the bottom of your mug. The whiskey bites. It reminds you you’re still alive.

Then he says, softly, almost too casually: “I like having you here.”

The words hang in the air like smoke.

You stare at him. You think about lying, or laughing, or brushing it off like you would with anyone else. But your body betrays you, leaning forward, something open and bare in your face.

“I like being here, too.”

You both go still. Not like before — this stillness is weighted, charged. The kind of stillness that comes before a storm, or a kiss.

You stand first. Move slowly toward him. You don’t know if it’s the whiskey or the look on his face, but you’re trembling slightly.

He rises to meet you, slower because of his leg. You brace him by the arm and he lets you, and then your hands stay there, curled around the sleeve of his shirt.

His voice is low. “You sure?”

You nod. “Yes.”

He kisses like he’s starving, like he’s trying to learn you by heart. Your hands go to his hair, to his chest, pulling at him, needing more. He groans into your mouth when you press your hips into his.

“Bedroom,” you whisper.

He hesitates, eyes dark. “Can you help-”

You nod and slide under his arm. He leans on you, one hand gripping your waist tight. The trip to the bedroom is clumsy and awkward and real, and you feel a strange joy welling in your chest even as you lower him to the edge of the bed.

You pull your own shirt over your head and toss it aside. His eyes are locked on you now, wide and reverent. You climb into his lap and take his face in your hands, kissing him again, slower this time.

“I think about you all the time,” you admit against his mouth. “All fucking day.”

He exhales like you’ve knocked the wind from him.

“Me too,” he murmurs. “It’s… it’s all I think about, you.”

You press your forehead to his and reach between you, sliding your hand under the waistband of his sweatpants. He’s already hard, and he hisses when you wrap your fingers around him.

You stroke him slowly, and his hands go to your thighs, gripping tight.

“Need you,” you say. “Now.”

You lift your hips, peel off your pants, climb back into his lap.

When you sink down onto him, both of you moan, low and raw. You brace yourself on his shoulders and start to move.

He mutters your name. His hands drift over your back, up to your neck, cupping your face like he’s afraid to let go.

“Look at me,” he says.

You do, and it wrecks you. The way he’s looking at you like you’re something holy.

The pace builds. You fuck slow, but not soft. Not gentle. It’s too much. Not enough. You grind against him, chasing your own pleasure, dragging him down with you.

You come first, legs shaking, his name torn from your throat. He follows soon after, spilling into you with a stuttered curse, one hand fisted in the sheet.

You collapse against his chest. Neither of you speaks. Your breathing fills the room. 

Eventually, you try to roll away. He stops you with a hand to your back.

“Stay.”

You let him pull you into the bed. He shifts painfully to lie down beside you, and you settle against him, one arm thrown across his ribs. You rest your cheek over his heartbeat.

It’s steady. Strong.

You trail your fingers over his chest, then up to a scar on his collarbone.

He doesn’t flinch. He just says, “She used to sing in the car. My girl. Sarah. She’d forget the words, so she’d make up new ones. Thought she was clever as hell.”

You don’t speak. You listen. You let it sit there between you — the weight of that name, that memory. He hasn’t said it aloud before. Not to you.

You close your eyes. His hand moves slowly up and down your back.

Sleep finds you eventually. When it does, it holds. For the first time in weeks, you don’t dream of blood. 

thank you for waiting so patiently for this update! ❤️

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[imhalfplastic]

some stories aren’t yours

⊹ overview - pairing: wonwoo x mingyu x f!reader | short fic genre: love triangle (but the love interests end up with each other) · fluff

themes: emotional detachment, mutual pining (just not for you), third-wheeling cw: implied past flirtation, gentle romantic rejection

summary: a love triangle where the girl doesn’t get the guy. or the other guy. instead, both fall for each other. slowly and awkwardly while she watches it all unfold like a plot twist she accidentally directed.

from kai: my first request! someone asked me to write something inspired by those reverse trope writing prompts with minwon and this one felt like it fit them the best. i really loved writing this silly little story! i had so much fun with it, even though i struggled to find a song that really matched the vibe (still not sure i chose the right one). any recs? i’m all ears.

now playing: can i call you tonight? - dayglow

so technically, you were supposed to be the main character.

it made sense. 

mingyu was clearly into you. 

he always texts you first. a random meme, followed by a “this reminded me of you” that makes you stare at your screen a little too long. he's all sunshine and chaos and way too much cologne. but he listens when you talk and remembers the tiniest things. he once showed up at your door with your favorite snack after a rough week, like it was no big deal. it kind of is.

you think: this could be something.

but then there's wonwoo. quieter. more subtle. he sends you playlists instead of memes, walks you home when it rains, doesn’t say much but always says the right thing. he remembers your cat’s name. asks how your mom is doing. texts like he means every word.

you think: oh. maybe it’s him.

and for a while, it’s both.

they’re also your friends. which complicates absolutely everything.

and so the joke becomes... not a joke. not really. 

just something you all keep circling around. drinks on a friday night, someone goes “okay but if this were a rom-com...” and someone else immediately groans. mingyu buys you coffee. wonwoo texts you about that weird movie you said you liked. they both show up when you need help moving your couch.

you flirt. a little. 

they flirt back. more than a little.

you’re not immune. 

but you’re also not delusional.

so you’re in the middle, two equally attractive but emotionally unavailable men gravitating toward you like it’s netflix and you’re the plot device.

people ask. so, who’s it gonna be?

and you honestly didn’t know.

mingyu makes you laugh until your stomach hurt. wonwoo makes you think about things you didn’t know you cared about. both of them make you feel like something might be about to happen.

and you are happy. because it does feel a little like a love triangle.

you're the common denominator. 

the center of gravity. you’re not leading anyone on. 

you’re just… seeing where things go.

and they’re both going. toward you. clearly. until they’re not.

it’s not like it's obvious. you’re just… extremely observant.

and maybe a little too aware of patterns.

like how mingyu starts showing up in photos with wonwoo’s cat. like how wonwoo starts driving mingyu home without being asked. like how they start arguing about trivial things like what kind of soy milk is superior and it sounds suspiciously like foreplay.

you don’t say anything. you just watch.

you shift from romantic lead to honorary producer. this is your rom-com now, just not in the way you expected. you get front-row seats to whatever this slow-motion pining is.

and honestly? it’s hilarious. especially when neither of them seems to realize it’s happening.

so you start keeping mental score.

wonwoo shows up with coffee for mingyu like it’s instinct: +1

mingyu tells wonwoo he looks good in blue: +1

they argue over who gets the last dumpling and then split it like an old married couple: +4

mingyu calls wonwoo “darling” by accident (you think): +10

at some point, it just becomes entertaining. you’re just sitting with the audience with popcorn, waiting for the kiss scene.

and then there’s the hoodie situation. wonwoo wears one that looks suspiciously like mingyu's. oversized, dark gray, fraying a little at the cuffs. you say something about it, just to test the waters. and wonwoo freezes for half a second before going “uh. laundry day.”

“sure.” you say, sipping your drink.

“just make sure your boyfriend gets it back.”

wonwoo, without missing a beat says:

“it's not from a boyfriend. just from mingyu.”

mingyu just shrugs.

the best part is how natural it is after.

you thought it might sting. it doesn’t. you thought it might get awkward. it doesn’t.

if anything, it gets funnier. they’re still idiots. just idiots in love now.

they drag you to brunch like nothing’s changed. still text you memes at 2am. still call you when they’re fighting about whether or not a hotdog is a sandwich.

you get used to seeing them shoulder to shoulder. used to watching mingyu tug the hood of wonwoo’s sweatshirt up when the wind picks up, then keep talking like nothing happened. used to wonwoo smiling at his phone like he’s reading poetry when it’s just mingyu’s “u up?” text with eight typos.

you start making bets with yourself about how long until they go fully official. (you win when mingyu soft-launches a couple photo and captions it: i guess i’m the boyfriend now.)

months later, someone asks if you ever had feelings for them. if it was hard watching them fall for each other. you think about it for a second.

about mingyu’s terrible jokes. wonwoo’s deadpan delivery. the way they bicker like an old sitcom couple and still always end up sharing dessert. about how you never really wanted to be the center of the story, just close enough to see it unfold.

you smile. “nah...” you say. “it was honestly the best seat in the house.”

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

me and cori's discussion questions from this movie

linda and lawrence leave for the movies right before they build the platy-launchers which implies that all of this happened in less than two hours first-dimension-time.

was 2doof the favorite child in this dimension and he's evil cause he's privileged? we see a framed photo of balloony in his childhood home which would never have happened in the first dimension and we also never see roger

hold on is roger fukcing dead

how much of this was inspired by sonic satam

do you remember the online website games for this movie they were so fucking fun. bring those back

why do candace and doof basically switch roles between this movie and CATU

the beginning of this movie places perry as moving in with the flynn-fletchers five years prior to The First Summer. so 2Doof's reign of terror lasted less than five years– BUT pnf don't even remember summer or going outside or meeting isabella? so maybe perry joined the family DURING the reign of terror? 2d!Perry at least lasted long enough for phineas and ferb to remember him but not long enough that he was able to stop doof

does isabella live in the secret bunker

2doof didn't know who candace was despite knowing that the OWCA agents used host families which means that 1) she's been leading this resistance for years without even getting onto his radar, 2) platyborg fucking ZIPPED IT before being roboticized about who his host family was

doof says they're in eastern standard time but earlier episodes said the tri-state area was on the west coast so like

do you also remember the wii game that was so fucking fun, me and cori spent weeks trying to win it and we DID it was a fucking PARTY

you can see the firestorm girls in the invention montage which means that the second dimension team showed up in time to see all this insane shit phineas and ferb built and they were just like "yeah ok give us the spinning tops"

"robot riot" fucks so severely and so does the scene it's set to

phineas fucking smiles when he tosses the piss-cushion at 2doof he's so fucking funny

is 2d!stacy fucking dead

we never see stacy in either this movie or the follow-up episode and 2d!candace looks sad when candace mentions "bffs and sleepovers"

oh my god i bet she's fucking dead

wait we know 2doof isn't opposed to turning people into robots and stacy is an agent in the new season wait a minute wait a minute

"whoo-hoo i did it! i saved the world!" this is how candace can defeat the Entity

how many tri-state area residents were mind-wiped versus how many were not. did anyone ever go up to phineas and ferb and be like "hey remember that robot riot? that was fucking awesome" and they're like "what"

i love the implication that phineas and ferb took all those selfies with perry WHILE they were still pissed at him. committed to the bit

why wont they re-release this in theatres

rewatching the phineas and ferb movie and being reminded that it's the greatest film ever made and no one can hope to do better

[heystephen]

i’m usually always obsessed with your blog but whatever the vibes are currently are so wild and so intriguing

my blog rn feels like a mcdonalds play place

[torchickentacos]

update: still in burnout/seasonal affective hell (and now i'm snowed in ✌️) BUT I have found out that I can watch various episodes of River Monsters, Mythbusters, and Kitchen Nightmares for free, completely legally (not sarcasm). so that's nice

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

“You’ll get tangled in a web of your own lies.” Wrong. I have a photographic memory and mental spreadsheets of every string of lies I‘ve told dating back to 2011.

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i love making guides but dawg i hate writing guides

im making a guide as a personal project and its eating me

[mikesbasementbeets]

wait i just got it. the duffers are doing an homage to dawson’s creek by making the audience hate the titular character

[cryptidfuck]

FURTHER, SOMETIMES THEY DO THIS IN ADULTHOOD. My fuckin psychiatrist did this for ADHD when I was 18. If your doctors have like, mychart, or something like that (Ohio also has OhioHealth), get familiar with the app or website! Check your chart, know whats in it

Not to sound like a person who actually cares about children, but it's so alarming that there's this tendency and trend of not telling kids about their medical conditions that are in their charts.

I'm finding out as an adult that they (though it's not documented who) diagnosed me with a life-long, chronic condition without telling me when I was a teenager. I found out recently when I got curious about my medical charts, and otherwise, I would not have known what's wrong with me. I've been left with more questions than answers, and I feel like a private investigator investigating my own damn health and life.

Is this medical malpractice? Yes. However, I think it also speaks to a broader point of how children are seen to not be entitled to their own lives in any capacity, to the point where they are (intentionally or not) made ignorant about things that are or will affect them.

[tojicide]

JEALOU$Y. ☆ CALEB.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦. at the end of the day, you and caleb are just childhood friends—nothing more, nothing less. so, when you mention going on a date, it’s totally logical that he wouldn’t care, right? if only that were the truth.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. fem!reader, current!caleb, zayne mention, jealousy, pet names, praise, oral ( fem. receiving ), cowgirl, unprotected p in v, creampie. 𝑤𝑐. 5.4k.

𝑛𝘰𝑤 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. jealou$y — the neighbourhood.

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Doomsday has finally dawned upon Linkon City, though Caleb seems to be the only person truly affected by this catastrophe.

It was all his fault in the grand scheme of things. He hadn’t been clear enough, hadn’t shown the full extent of his feelings for you. But above all, he should have never offered Zayne those measly words of advice.

He should have known that the doctor had ulterior motives. Why else would he have called Caleb up one week ago to ask about you of all people?

It was a mean ploy, truly. Anyone and everyone knows about Caleb’s inability to shut up about you, his sole weakness was being exploited right in front of his eyes and he was none the wiser. The questions seemed harmless then. Posed as genuine curiosity, Caleb would have never been able to decipher the hidden intent behind each word that Zayne spoke into the receiver.

What are her days off? What does she do in her free time? You said that the restaurant around the corner from Akso Hospital was her favorite, yes?

In retrospect, he should have absolutely seen this coming. But then again, nothing could have ever prepared Caleb to hear those four life-altering words slipping from your lips.

“I have a date.”

A record scratches in his brain, forcing him to halt his steps for an abnormally long time before he slowly turns to face you. “You… what?”

Hearing the words repeated in that saccharine tone of yours only added salt to the wound, oddly enough. It physically pained him to ask for more information about your date, though he managed to hide his disdain with that boyish grin of his and a bit of lighthearted teasing.

But inside? That little green monster was stirring, and there was very little he could do to quell it.

Begrudgingly, he managed to get the key details before forcing himself to stow away in his bedroom and… think. Next Thursday. 6 PM. Maltosio Restaurant. With Zayne.

The next week passed by in an agonizingly slow fashion. It was as though each X that marked a passing day was a physical blow to his already aching heart, and those adorable images of the kittens on his calendar (the calendar that you picked out) did very little to help him.

Subtlety was never his strong suit, but then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. And believe Caleb when he says that he is very much desperate.

“Soo…” he’d drawl, leaning over the back of the couch to peer down at you. “I heard there’s a screening of that movie you’ve been wanting to see at the drive-in next Thursday. Wanna come with?”

You perked up like a ball of excitement, and for a moment, Caleb allowed himself to get his hopes up, but your frown quickly dissipated them. “Next Thursday? Oh, no, I can’t make it! I’m going out with Zayne, remember?”

Of course he remembered. That was exactly why he hadn’t let up—not even once—in his attempts to distract you just enough to make you forget all about your dinner plans. He could take you out for a nice dinner too. Say, that’s actually a good idea…

The next day, Caleb tried that one.

“Oh, pip-squeak,” he sang, his airy voice ringing through your apartment as he walked down the hallway. “I got us reservations at the restaurant in Skyhaven that you’ve been itchin’ to check out.”

You perked up, just like you did before. “Really?”

He nodded with a triumphant grin, internally patting himself on the back for his own good idea. “Mm-hmm. Next Thursday. Got us those window seats you wanted too—the ones that overlook the city.”

And once again, your gaze softened, and an all-too-adorable pout tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Oh, Caleb, I’m sorry. I’m busy that day.”

You really are too sweet for your own good. He can’t even blame Zayne for taking an interest in you, he’d be downright shocked if any man with two seeing eyes had the audacity to not think that you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Caleb sure does. He always has. He always will.

It wasn’t long before the day of reckoning was upon him. Thursday evening. Sunlight cut through the blinds in the living room, casting golden hues across the vast space. Much to his dismay, the trashy reality television you’d left on the screen did very little to soothe his worries.

He fidgeted with the dog chains you’d gifted him, his thumb brushing along the gift that you had so kindly given him. It was a testament to your bond. A bond that something as trivial as a single evening apart couldn’t tamper with… right?

“Caleb!” Your antsy voice cut through the air, forcing his wandering mind to snap back to reality.

He was up and down the hallway before you could even say another word, pressing a flat hand to your door to nudge it open. It was then that he saw you, all dolled up in your robe with your favorite dresses laid out on your bed.

Your hands grasp onto two of the hangers, holding them up side-by-side to help him get a better look at them. Though, his eyes were noticeably distracted, contorted in an unfamiliar lovesick expression as they pierced into yours. “Quick! Which do you think is cuter?”

Caleb blinks—once, twice, three times—until he forces himself to finally look down at the dress options in your grasp. He’d seen you wear them plenty of times before, and the thought of someone else seeing you in such beautiful fabric nearly made his stomach lurch.

He raises his forearm, leaning against the doorframe as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, c’mon, that’s an impossible choice. You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

It was a typical response, one that you were expecting, though his lack of advice made you hmph as you lost yourself in your thoughts. “Well… I hear polka dots symbolize happiness and stripes symbolize slipping between realms. Pretty interesting stuff, huh?”

“Very interesting,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging up at the mere sound of your voice. “Is that why you buy so many things in those patterns?”

You quirk an eyebrow, confusion etching into your expression. “Huh? What else do I buy that’s…” It quickly dawns on you, and you can feel heat creep up your neck and reach your face. “You’re a jerk.”

Caleb can’t help but laugh, taking a few steps into the room so that he can properly look at each and every one of the dress options laid out on your bed. “What’s the matter? If I remember correctly, someone was beggin’ me to do her laundry. Somethin’ about the laundry machine being sooo far and your feet hurting sooo bad.”

Huffing and far too flustered for your own good, you shake your head. “Well… well I didn’t realize you were so observant.”

He clicks his tongue, absentmindedly pinching your side as he leans down to rest his chin in the dip of your shoulder. “Tsk. You know I’m always observant when it comes to you. Even if it’s remembering something as trivial as the patterns of your cute little undies.”

You swat him away. “You’re so annoying!”

To that, he can only chuckle, giving your sides a brief squeeze before taking a few steps back. “Alriiight, alright, I’ll leave you alone.” Before exiting the room entirely, he hangs onto the doorframe, giving you a soft smile. “I’m serious though. You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.” His lips curve into a smirk. “But if you want my input—you know I’ve always been a sucker for seeing you in florals.”

And with that, he whisks away, silently hoping and praying that this date will fall through on its own. Plopping back down on the couch, his eyes are practically glued to his watch. 5:48 PM. It wouldn’t be long before Zayne would be knocking at the front door—punctual as ever. Oh, it made him sick.

How could he have done this? To you, to himself? Caleb should be ashamed. He should be the one sitting across from you later tonight, holding your hand and listening to you ramble about whatever your heart desires. It should be him. It would have been him if he wasn’t so damn afraid.

But the sound of approaching heels clicking along the hardwood floor quickly snapped him out of his pity party, prompting him to look over his shoulder. And there you were once again, now adorned in a floral sundress that had made him lose his mind more times than he’d like to admit.

Under his breath, he can’t help but mutter, “Yeah, you’re gonna kill me…”

It was his favorite dress of yours, too. You really were trying to kill him. A white dress that was littered with blue flowers, the fabric fit you perfectly, loose and fitted in all of the right places.

Zayne didn’t deserve to see you like this. Plain and simple.

Standing from the couch, he lets out a low, appreciative whistle. “There she is,” he says, taking your hand to spin you around a single time. His smile only widens as he sees yours. “You look gorgeous, just like I knew you would.”

You roll your eyes with a bashful smile, one that he has to physically fight the urge to kiss away. “Oh, you flatter me,” you say through a laugh.

He shakes his head, bringing a hand up to gently smooth down a pesky hair on the top of your head. “Can’t be flattery if I mean every word of it.”

A breeze wafted through the open window, blowing the fabric of your dress ever so slightly. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers infiltrates the living room, though the scent of your perfume and something that was uniquely you had his full attention.

“Y’know, you can be pretty nice when you want to be,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

Chuckling, he simply nods, his large hands settling on your middle. “Yeah. When I want to be.”

You brush past him, padding over to the back door. Pushing it open, you step out onto the warm concrete patio, breathing in the fresh air that the backyard had to offer you. Spring in Linkon was always a delight, though the warmth that Caleb radiates behind you serves to be the most comforting thing about the entire scene.

His hand comes to rest on the curve of your shoulder, his fingers nimbly pulling at one of the straps of your dress. With his heart rate shooting through the roof, he forces himself to take a moment. He needs to get this right. This may be the last chance he’ll be able to do this.

“I… look, there’s something that I—”

But suddenly, the sound of rapping knuckles at the front door cuts through the tense silence. Both of your attention is drawn to the closed door, and having left the back door open, you both have a clear view of it.

You turn around to face Caleb, offering him a sheepish smile. “That’s probably Zayne.”

He only nods, forcing his hand to fall back to his side. “Yeah, probably.”

This was it. He was losing you. It stung to know that this was no one’s fault apart from his own. His inability to be honest about his feelings, his lack of forwardness with you… what was he expecting? That you’d never date? That he could keep you happy forever without offering you anything more?

It was a stupid fantasy, one that had earned him this spot. But when he saw you turn to leave, your eyes still locked on his, a surge of panic shot up his spine. His eyes flit around—the grass, the flowerbeds, the hose… that was currently filling up the pool…

“Be mad at me later,” he suddenly says.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Wha— ah!”

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, you were suddenly pushed back into the chamber full of chlorine infested water. Caleb watches with a wry expression as you shoot up from beneath the water, splashing aimlessly as you swim towards the edge.

“What the fuck was that?” you bark, perching one elbow up onto the concrete as you reach the other one out to him. “What the hell are you looking at? Help me out!”

Caleb can’t even protest, not with the incredibly irrational stunt he’d just pulled. “I’m sorry, pip-squeak, I just…” And so, he reaches down, his hand clasping around yours… until you pull him forward with all of your strength and send him tumbling into the pool too.

And when he comes up for air, you splash him the moment he opens his eyes. Serves him right. The chlorine will sting his eyes almost as much as your mascara is stinging yours right now.

With that, you pull yourself out of the pool, a trail of water marking your path as you wring out the fabric of your dress. After that, you disappear inside of the house, leaving Caleb to rub his eyes in utter defeat.

He gives you both a long stretch of alone time before he retreats back into the house like a kicked puppy, his head hanging low as he runs a hand through his wet strands of hair. You’ve evidently told Zayne that today wasn’t going to work anymore, judging by his lack of presence, and that thought alone makes Caleb more happy than he should be.

Sucking in a short breath, he knocks twice at your shut bedroom door. “Honey? It… it’s me.”

“Go away,” you retort without missing a single beat.

Caleb pokes his tongue into his cheek as he leans forward, resting his forehead on the cool surface of your bedroom door. “C’mon. Just… talk to me.”

It doesn’t take long before the door is swung open, revealing an incredibly angry version of you with a freshly cleaned face. He opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, to try and rectify the situation in any way he can, but you beat him to it. Quickly.

“How dare you?” you spit, jabbing your index finger into his chest. “What was that, Caleb? Are we ten years old again? Your method of communication is… is pushing me into the damn pool?”

He sighs, catching your hand to unfold your closed fingers. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I—”

“No!” you cut him off, sticking your other index finger into his chest. “It’s your turn to listen. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, you’re all I’ve ever known, all I’ve ever wanted. Do you know how it feels to have everything you want dangled in front of you for so many years, and… and just torn away? Time and time again?”

Caleb is rendered speechless, his brows furrowed in both confusion and a sense of odd relief as you unleash all of the thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for so long. He doesn’t bother catching your other hand, instead, he allows you to repeatedly jab at his chest. It hurts, but he can handle it. Just like he can handle the words you’re saying.

“So, you know what? I decided that enough was enough!” you continue, your index finger pressing wildly into the hard planes of his chest. “I wasn’t going to wait around, I wasn’t going to pretend, I was going to move on! And… and I was going to!”

He tilts his head, his amethyst eyes growing fuzzy as he looks down at you. “Was going to?”

You huff, eyes narrowing as you jab your finger into his chest for a final time before turning away from him. “Well, I’m not exactly going on a date anymore, am I?”

Caleb nods, though you can’t see it. He leans against the doorframe, his gaze tracing your silhouette through the soaked fabric of your dress. Sighing, he straightens off the wall, but before he can turn away, you spin around to face him.

“And you know what else?” you huff. “You know the solution to this problem just as well as I do.”

He nods his head with a single jerk of his chin, beckoning you to continue. “Yeah? What’s that?”

You step closer, and for the final time, you stab your finger into his pec. “You need to grow a pair.”

Inhaling deeply, all he can do is smile. It infuriates you and he knows it, but he just can’t help himself. He takes both of your wrists and tugs you forward until your chest presses against his own, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

You’re slowly simmering down, the heat of your outburst dissipating as your skin cooled. With your eyebrows still furrowed, all you can do is look up at him, daring him to speak. To do anything.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. “A little.”

He slowly nods his head, his fingers curving along your jaw before he cups your chin in between his thumb and forefinger. “Is there anything I can do to help with that?”

You can feel his breath fan along your lips, cool and minty and just about everything you could have ever fantasized about on your own. You part your lips to reply, but this time, Caleb is the one who beats you to it.

“We’re making puddles all over the floor, you know.”

Glancing down, you see the truth in his words. The pool water dripped from your respective clothing and gathered around the two of you, making a wry smile find your lips.

“Oh,” you breathe, “I didn’t even notice.”

“I like to think I’m pretty observant when it comes to you,” he murmurs, smoothing his free hand along your side until it grasps onto the fabric of your dress. “Need some help with this?”

You look up, meeting his gaze once more. “With… with what?”

“Well,” he drawls, his fingertips brushing along your outer thigh as he slowly drags the fabric upward. His movements are hesitant and cautious, his eyes flickering between each of yours. “You’re wet. I’m wet. Maybe we can… help each other dry off.”

Your eyelids falter as they flit between his, your gaze instinctively falling to the plush curve of his bottom lip. “Okay,” you murmur.

A smile tugs at his mouth. “Okay. Arms up.”

Slowly, you lift your arms above your head. His hands work together to slowly push the fabric of your dress up and over your head, letting it slip onto the floor with a wet plop.

His breath is nearly torn from his lungs the moment he sees your bare skin, so beautiful and soft and made to be his. Hesitantly, his fingertips trace the curve of your hips with a sense of reverence.

“Do you need help too?” you ask, your voice breathy from the restrained sense of need that has come over you.

Pausing his exploration of your bare skin, Caleb finds himself nodding, almost immediately lifting his arms over his head. “Please.”

And now, you take the opportunity to do the same. Slowly, you peel his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aimlessly into the laundry hamper near the door. Your gaze traces over the defining lines of his abdomen, your touch doing the same as it trails southward.

His lower stomach tenses up as your fingers brush against the hem of his jeans. He can’t help the way his eyes flutter shut, the way a touch so simple can nearly bring him to his knees. Breathing shakily, he leans down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Careful,” he breathes in warning, his voice taking on a raspy tone.

You almost startle at the unfamiliarity of his voice, though you push your hesitation aside as your thumb brushes over the button of his pants. “But… these are wet too.”

A huff of air leaves his mouth, the sound something between a low laugh and a groan. He forces his eyes open, his stare meeting your own. “Trying to get me naked before our first kiss? I have to say, you’re full of surprises.”

Faltering, your hands fall away from his pants. “You’re right, I… I’m—”

Caleb can’t help but chuckle, taking a hold of your hands to bring them right back to where they were before. This time, he guides your fingers through the motion of unbuttoning his pants. “Kidding,” he whispers against your lips. “Besides… we’re good at multitasking, yeah?”

You’re nodding before you can truly process his words. “Yeah.”

His lips crash onto yours with a groan that omits from deep within, the button of his jeans finally popping open from your ministry. The zipper went next, tugged down along with the fabric entirety until he was left in only his boxers.

His hands roam your curves greedily, eating up every inch of skin that he has deprived himself of for far too long. Your waist, your hips, your thighs—he needs to feel you in any way possible.

And you return his eagerness so well, wrapping your arms around his neck as you draw him in even closer. His hands worked quickly, hoisting you up until your legs wrapped around his waist as he walked the both of you over to your bed.

Laying you down on the mattress, he takes the initiative to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip to gain access that you readily give him. He can’t help but moan into your mouth, the sweet taste of your tongue tangling with his own forcing his brain to short circuit in a way he’s never experienced before.

You kissed him like there was no tomorrow, and he was loving every second of it. Your hands fisted into his hair while your lips moved in tandem with his, a soft whimper leaving your mouth as his hands gave your hips a firm squeeze.

His lips trail down your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck and the curve of your shoulder as he uses his grip on your hips to pull you flush against him. A gasp leaves you at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothes sex, the friction so delicious that it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Caleb is so far gone, kissing his way along your arms, your neck, your sternum, all up until he reaches the valley of your breasts. He wastes very little time there, licking a trail to your nipple before sucking the peak into his mouth. His other hand palms at your other breast, kneading the soft flesh in his palm.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes against your skin, his hips rocking forward as he switches sides, latching onto your neglected breast and giving it a hard suck. “So beautiful.”

His descent continues as he mouths at the soft skin of your belly, your hips, your inner thighs. His eyes depart from yours as they settle onto the fabric covering your cunt, and a grin stretches across his face. Polka dots.

You scoff, softly shoving his shoulder. “Don’t even say it.”

Chuckling, he leans in to press a kiss on the damp patch of fabric. “Wasn’t gonna say anything, baby.”

His fingers hook beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs and tossing them aimlessly. His lips press feverish kisses to your ankles, your calves, your inner thighs, and eventually, the mound of your pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers into your heat, hiking your legs up and over his shoulders and he pulls your sex closer to his mouth. “So damn worth it.”

A cry leaves you as his tongue delves in deep between your legs, his eyes slipping shut as he lets out an unabashed whimper into your sex. His grip on your thighs only tightens, keeping your legs spread apart as they threaten to press in on his head.

He wouldn’t have that. He couldn’t. He needed to have you in the way that he’s dreamt of for so long, in the way that he’s thought of time and time again as he fucked his own fist to the thought of you. It was filthy, it was lewd, but it was honest.

You tasted better than he could have ever imagined, his tongue eagerly lapping at your inner walls before his lips sealed around your puffy clit, sucking hard enough to make your back bow off the plush mattress.

The stimulation is leaving you feeling overwhelmed, your hands pushing into his hair as your trembling thighs test the strength of his grip. You whine, eyes slipping shut as your head tilts back against the pillows.

“It— it’s too much—”

“Be good,” he finds himself saying, pulling you right back to his mouth as he continues to feast on your pussy like a man starved. “You can take it, baby.” Caleb cracks open his eyes, sucking harshly onto your clit before releasing it with a wet pop. “Go on, pretty girl. Say it.”

You whine, though you hardly have the brain power to say anything else apart from what he’s asked of you. “I… I can take it,” you breathe.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your sensitive pearl before nipping at it. “There you go.”

It doesn’t take much longer for your legs to begin to tremble once more, your body writhing in his grasp as he sets you any way but loose. Your hips buck up, a final resort for reprieve as he works you over the edge.

Caleb redoubled his efforts, spreading your thighs even wider. Soon, the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was far too much to bear, far more intense than anything you had ever experienced before.

“I’m… I’m coming,” you gasp out, hands gripping tightly onto his dark locks of hair.

And when you do, his flattened tongue laps at your honeyed release. He works you through your high, his movements eventually slowing down as the twitching of your hips gradually calms.

He pulls off of you with a wet pop, pressing soft kisses to your swollen clit. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, pressing another peck on your mound before he moves back up your body once more to slot his lips against yours.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only spurs you on further. Your hands grasp onto his shoulders, and in one swift motion, you flip him onto his back. Caleb looks up at you with a starry-eyed expression, but when you straddle his hips and sit in his lap, he has no words of protest. None at all.

“You really are full of surprises,” he says, running his hands along the warm skin of your thighs.

Tugging him free from his boxers, he helps you remove them from his body, leaving you both entirely bare together. He sits up, his back pressing against the headboard as he tugs you closer to him.

“I need you,” he whispers, pressing a longing kiss on your stomach as you shift to straddle him once more. “Please, baby.”

You gaze down at him, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Please what?”

He leans into your touch, his hands settling onto your waist as he pulls you lower, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. “Make yourself feel good. Please.”

Caleb’s own cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, both from the embarrassment that his own lack of experience brought upon him and the reality of finally having the love of his life in such an intimate way. His amethyst eyes search your face, as if searching for a permission that he didn’t know how to ask for.

Dipping your head, you press a soft kiss on his lips. Simultaneously, you swivel your hips until the tip of his length catches your entrance. You slowly lower yourself, feeling the way his cock stretches you out, filling you up in a way that only he can.

He smiles at you, cupping your cheek with his hand. Brushing a thumb over your bottom lip, he kisses you gently. “You feel so good,” he whimpers into your mouth, his other hand resting on your hip as you roll your hips in a way that has his breath hitching in his throat. “So fucking perfect.”

Your movements are timid at first, consisting of a slow and meticulous rocking of your hips. His cock stuffed you full, his tip kissing the deepest points of your inner walls with ease, earning a muffled whimper from your mouth that his lips swallowed up eagerly.

Caleb’s hands grasped tightly onto your hips, helping you set a pace that had the both of you losing your mind. He leans backward, his head tilting against the headboard as it slams against the wall with each intense grind of your hips.

“Good girl, give it to me how you like it,” he breathes, eyes cracking open to watch the way you look down at him as you work yourself on his length. “Use me however you need me, baby, there you go.”

Your fingers thread into his hair, pulling him in for a longing kiss. “I… you— you feel so…” you stammer, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder as you lose yourself on his cock.

He nods his head in agreement, turning his head to press a kiss on your damp cheek as he gently pets your hair. “I know, I know.”

You lose yourself all together, your legs shaking as you tighten your hold on him. “Caleb!” you moan.

His hips help you the rest of the way, his grip on your hips keeping you firmly planted as he meets your movements with thrusts of his own. “I know it, baby, I’ve got you,” he pants through a smile, guiding you through a few more fleshed out grinds on his lap. “Atta girl, use those hips.”

His arms wrap around you entirely, crushing you against the hard planes of his chest as you slowly ride the both of you through your shared orgasm. In that moment, in your house, in this space that belonged to you and Caleb alone—the two of you became one.

Heavy breathing and hammering heartbeats is all that consumes the two of you for a long while, skin to skin with far too much bliss brewing in your chests for either of you to handle alone.

Huffing softly, Caleb runs a hand up your side. “You okay in there?” he asks, turning his head to pepper soft kisses along your cheek. “C’mon, I need some proof of life.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “Shut up, give me a second.”

He merely smiles, wrapping his arms around your middle once more as he tucks your head beneath his chin. Thirty seconds after finishing and you’re already mean. “There’s my girl.”

Caleb’s hands smooth over the soft planes of your back, giving your hips a soft squeeze as he revels in the feeling of your heartbeat drumming against his own. He can’t help himself from pressing a few kisses on the top of your head, his arms opting to wrap even tighter around you.

“I love—” he cuts himself off, eyes widening dazedly. Would that be too much? A confession of his undying love not long after ruining your date and making love with you for the first time? After a stretch of awkward silence, he kisses your head once more. “I love… cuddling with you. You’re so soft.”

You smile, nuzzling even closer to his chest, your nose brushing against skin. “Mm, I love you too, Caleb.”

His eyes widened, though he knows that communicating his confusion is futile. You knew him so well, too well.

“You do?” he whispers, turning his head just enough to look down at you.

In response to that, you nod. “Mm-hmm. I’ll love you even more if you tell me that you didn’t cancel those dinner reservations.”

Caleb smiles, running a hand over your hair. As if he’d given up his last ditch effort to take you out. “You know I didn’t.”

𝑛𝘰𝘵𝑒. rip zayne i still love you king!!! also i actually don’t really know how to write for caleb… so… i hope this didn’t suck! this is the only fic that managed to break my intense writer’s block that i’ve had for the past two months. reblog/comment if you enjoyed, i appreciate you reading so much <3

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Networking/Knowing A Guy: A Guide

This is the autism website. Now, as an extension of the power of love and friendship, there are few things more useful than Knowing A Guy. Knowing A Guy means you have a support network. Knowing a plumber, or a tax accountant, or just that one dude that's really fucking good at finding the information you need when you're really overwhelmed, can be the difference between being able to pay rent and having a fun party with friends to fix your shit.

How does one end up Knowing A Guy? It's a skill you can develop called Networking and it is one of the foundations of society. Unfortunately making those connections with people is fucking hard and nobody makes a tutorial for it. So, here you go:

The golden rule is you scratch my back and I scratch yours

It is necessary for survival to seek out useful people

Great news! Everyone is useful in some form or fashion - including you! When given the opportunity to learn about someone, do it! Extroversion does not come naturally to some people and that's okay. Just take whatever falls in your lap.

Types of usefulness: trade skills, connections of their own, personality you jive with, pleasant to talk to, niche interest in shared hobby, security - the list is pretty much endless. I know a guy that lives in the metro area - no job, no major hobbies, inoffensively annoying to me personally, kinda ignorant, not attractive to me, but you know what? He knows how the fuck to get around the city by foot. My rural-raised ass APPRECIATES the guide.

Remember important information: general personality, background, skillset, likes and dislikes. You can find this information by making smalltalk about their life. There is no such thing as pointless conversation. (Yes, even the annoying smalltalk)

The more people you know, the higher the likelihood that one of them will be useful in a given situation - or will know someone who is.

It is overwhelming. In a given clique/community/workspace/whatever, there is A Guy Who Knows The Other Guys. This Guy is a shortcut. Find them. They're often elderly, extroverted, a little bit annoying, a secretary or in some otherwise forward-facing position. Look for people that are gossipy/talk about other people a lot but not in negative ways. If they constantly talk shit, they'll talk shit about you too. They're still useful but be careful with the information you share

You do not have to like someone for them to be useful.

You do not have to like someone for them to be useful.*

If you have low self esteem, you're going to feel like you're using people. You're not. That's the devil talking. People like feeling valued and the connections you are making are the threads holding community together. Recognize people for their talents. It's only a problem when you're taking advantage of people

So: don't feel scummy about it. You're an animal. You have to claw out your right to survive and people will respect you more for it.

Luckily mutualism is the name of the game in the animal kingdom. Offer something back. The foundation of a Know A Guy relationship is Mutual Benefit

Sometimes that Mutual Benefit is just spreading news of the The Guy far and wide. My plumber friend is my actual friend and I love her to death, but I'm maintaining our backscratch relationship by pimping out her plumbing business to anyone that'll listen

Food is a good Mutual Benefit. People across cultures for all of human history have bonded over food. I have good success asking people for a favor and then offering to buy them lunch in return **

General compensation is also good. Offer a service in return and always do your best to offer financial compensation as appropriate. Having your plumber friend take a look at your drain: doable with a case of beer. Having your plumber friend redo the pipes in your entire house? You need to pay for that.

Being transactional is not necessarily a bad thing. I would advise against keeping an itemized list of things owed, but fish don't seek out cleaner shrimp just because they enjoy their company. Everyone gets something

Unfortunately being extroverted and generally personable is a huge benefit here, but that's the value of the Guy That Knows A Guy. There's someone out there that has consolidated All The Guys so you don't have to be the local expert. Always remember nobody can do everything and you don't need to master every skill

* This is the foundation of a functioning community. I have many acquaintances that I find incredibly annoying. They include doctors, welders, artists, social workers, lawyers, construction crew and random fuckers at the grocery store. I do not hang out with them. I do not have to in order to maintain a civil Know A Guy relationship. I can drop them useful tidbits and fuck right off so I don't have to spend any more time than necessary with them

** People may assume romantic intent. Be prepared for that. I generally denote that it's a friendly/work lunch by calling them bro at some point if they're my age. Otherwise my general demeanor is sufficient to show that I do this with everyone

Source: personal experience, mother's teachings of crime, booth vending and poverty

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fic idea: kimi x reader moments in his documentary... cute and .

.......maybe a lil steamy

CAUGHT ON CAMERA - KA12

listen up : some kissing. dry humping. steamy ish as requested! ty for the request!! super cutie

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The second Kimi told me over the phone, I ran out of my house. I was out of breath after the two minutes it took for me to run to his house. “You fucking did it!” I didn’t mean to swear in front of his family, something Maggie laughs loudly at as I wrap my arms around her brother.

“I did it.” He whispers into my ear, my body pressed against his as he holds me tighter. “Thank you.”

I have to laugh at my boyfriend. “Why are you thanking me?”

He smiles down at me, his hands still on me and his parents gone from the room. “You’re always there. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

I kiss him. Hard and excited with a smile still on my face.

“You deserve this so much, K.” I bring him closer to me again when he sniffles, I realize he’s crying. I cry too. He’s wanted this for longer than I've known him and I don’t think anyone deserves it more.

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The camera zooms on Ollie as he laughs, “He knows practically every lap time he’s ever done.” I smile, leaning my head against Kimi’s bare shoulder.

“Barcelona Quali.” a man on his team says, smiling as Kimi scoffs as if it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“I did a 24.894.” Kimi says confidently as the man goes to search it. He doesn’t need to. Even I know he’s right.

“You have a photographic memory then?” The cameraman asks, panning to Kimi and I.

“Nah… If I did, I'd be out of school.” My boyfriend grins, “Some things just stick.”

“He remembers everything about me.” I say, not being able to hide my smile, “that’s how I know he loves me like he does racing.”

Kimi shakes his head but he’s still smiling, “I love you more than racing.”

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I love watching Kimi race. I hate when his race ends before every lap is done.

This might be worse than watching him DNF in F2. He’s in the wall and i’m clutching the necklace he gave me as if it’s him. I know he’s okay, he’s out of the car, I know he’s okay.

I repeat those four words to myself as I watch him, his head down, his face hidden behind his helmet, exit the track.

I let him have his space. The trainer said he wanted to be alone and I let him be. A text came in and I snuck out of the garage, away from his crying mother, away from a sad Toto, away from everything and back to him.

I shut the cameraman out when I find him. He’s sitting on the floor of the trainors room, the light dim and his eyes shut. I realize he’s been crying when he speaks, his voice stuffy and race red, “On my debut.” He swallows, “In my future car.”

I don’t know what to say. I hate that I don’t know what to say. I sink down to my knees next to him, taking his head in my hands as he looks at me. His eyes are red, tired.

“It’s going to get better, Kimi. You have to know that. Next year is yours- and today sucked but when you’re in your car, not George's, it’ll be different.” He slides his legs out in front of him, a hand drifting to my waist as if he just wants to make sure I'm there.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” My hands are still shaking.

I shake my head, “I have a feeling that won’t stop anytime soon. You were flying, Kimi.” His face finally cracks into a smile.

“It felt like a dream.” His smile fades as I sit properly now, “then a nightmare.”

“It’s not either. It’s real life. It’s your life.” I run a hand through his hair, sweaty and messed up from his helmet.

“You're perfect.” he says, leaning in closer as his hand slides up and down my bare leg, “You know that?”

“For you.” I kiss him softly, but his hand meets the back of my neck and pulls me against him again.

“Just for me.” He whispers against my lips, kissing me again with more force.

When I realize he’s not thinking about stopping, I mumble, “Kimi-” but all he does is pull me onto his lap, straddling him.

“Please.” It’s practically a whine and one that I give into immediately. His body is warm, he changed back into a mercedes shirt and jeans that push against my thighs.

I instinctively grind into him, feeding that pressure between my legs as he breathes against me. His eyes are closed, his teeth tugging at my lip as I groan at the feeling of him under me.

“We shouldn’t.” I say, not fully lost to Kimi’s body yet and remembering that we’re on the floor of a medical room.

“I’ll stop if you tell me to.” He says, kissing me again. When I don’t say anything, he says, “Tell me to, Y/n.”

I don’t use my words to respond, instead moaning in his ear as I grow more turned on. He mumbles a curse and moves his hand to my ass, making me grind against him with more fuel to my fire.

Kimi’s fingers dig into my skin harder. When my head tilts back, his lips escape mine and find my jaw- my neck… my chest instead. I wouldn’t be caught dead with a hickey, but right now, nothing sounds hotter.

He’s hard against me, his jeans growing tighter as I roll my hips once again. I bite my lip and he makes a sort of strangled sound, saying my name.

He’s not smiling, it’s more of an open mouth smirk. His eyes are set on the thin fabric that’s rubbing against his pants, his hand tugs my skirt higher up.

When did he pull my skirt up? I don’t care.

His hand is on my bra now, under it. I can barely track the twin parts of his body that have such a hold on me. I’m too distracted by the overwhelming pleasure that brews beneath me.

Kimi is staring at me again, his eyes flickering to every part of me as if he doesn’t know where to look. His eyes are full of lust, a look I used to dream about.

“C’mon, love.” This almost takes me out, his voice is so gruff and it’s the hottest thing i’ve ever heard purely because I know i’m what’s making him like that. “So fucking good.”

“Kimi-” I force out, my legs starting to shake.

He’s just as breathless as I am when he says, “Say my name like that again. C’mon love, do it for me.”

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Dinner is nice. It always is with Kimi’s family. His grandma made a cake to celebrate, his dad gave him a car keychain that had been passed down by his father.

I love seeing Kimi with his family, it reminds me of what our future could look like.

I stand next to him at the sink, a dish in hand as he splashes water onto me. I scoff and return the favor. “A formula one driver and you’re still slaving away over dishes.” I smile as he scrubs a plate, “So humble.”

He kisses my cheek quickly, “I’d do anything if it’s with you.” This makes me smile, rolling my eyes at the cheesiness but my cheeks going pink anyway.

“I’m really proud of you, Kimi. I know it’s a lot.” Everyone’s been so excited that I think it’s gone to Kimi’s head, making him a bit blind to what his life is about to look like.

He nods, “I know. But i’m excited- and really fucking happy. Especially since I have a wag.”

I laugh out loud, “A wag!?”

“Yeah, girlfriend.” He says to me sassily, making me laugh harder. He drys off his hands and pulls the bright yellow gloves off mine, kissing me on the lips this time.

I grin against him, my hands bracing myself on the sink edge as his find my waist. “I love calling you my girlfriend.” He whispers as he kisses me softly again. “Call me your boyfriend.”

I giggle as he presses a kiss against my jaw, “You’re all mine, K. My nerdy little boyfriend.”

He raises a brow at my words, his breath hot against me, “Nerdy? Little?”

I pat his head, winking. “Gotta fit in that car somehow.”

He laughs, his hands are on me again and he’s picking me up, “Netflix are you seeing this!?” I had forgotten about the camera in the doorframe, “My girlfriend is a bully!”

“At least i’m yours!” I laugh again, now over his shoulder and shaking my head at the lens.