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feministsouthpark · 7 months ago

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South Park Filler Guide - Season 2

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I find the existence of filler guides quite amusing, since for some shows it makes sense (like Naruto), but for others (like Pokemon) it absolutely doesn't and they still exist. So here is an attempt to do an absolutely unnecessary one just for fun. 😅

The classifications are CANON (an episode with major storylines present), LORE (in which we get significant backstory or world building, but could be skippable) and FILLER (completely skippable episodic storytelling, not connected to overarching story arcs)

PLS my analysis will have spoilers, if you're a first time viewer, just scroll to the bottom and read the list and only read full text if you are familiar with the content of the show already!

S2E1 Terrance and Phillip in Not Without My Anus is FILLER

This is the definition of filler, and not even a good filler, but the one that drags. The whole episode is a waste of time, and a horrible season opener if you ask me. I don't even care if Saddam Hussein dies in this one, skip it anyway, all you need to know for his next appearance is that he is already dead, which will be obvious and TBH since the movie gives a different story about his death, this one might as well take place in an alternate continuity. S2E2 Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Slut is CANON

We're back with the conclusion of the season 1 mystery. For now. S2E3 Ike's Wee Wee is CANON

Kyle learns the secret of his brother and he also gets a great deal of character development that makes this episode a must-watch. S2E4 Chickenlover is FILLER

A great character episode for Officer Barbrady, nontheless a filler half hour of the show. S2E5 Conjoined Fetus Lady is FILLER

One might enjoy this one for Pip. Or for Nurse Gollum. But not for its long-lasting consequences, that one is for sure. S2E6 The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka is LORE

This one is debatable, and the one that I would think most people would actually debate on, since most of it is a one off story, however there is a single scene at the end with Satan and Saddam, which acts as foreshadowing for the movie, so that one scene provides context, however the movie is enjoyable without this little introduction. S2E7 City on the Edge of Forever (Flashbacks) is FILLER

Again, you can't make more specific filler content than a whole episode that is just a dream. Stan dreams that Eric dreams that Ms. Crabtree falls in love. S2E8 Summer Sucks is FILLER

I was thinking about the Mr. Twig storyline. It does build up Herbert's identity as a gay man. However looking at it, this doesn't seem like manga original content, rather, this hits every usual beat of an anime-exclusive filler arc. Edit: I know South Park is not based on a manga, it's an elaborate joke. S2E9 Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls is FILLER

Anything that gets brought up later from this episode is counted as filler content, so in the long run it doesn't matter. S2E10 Chickenpox is FILLER

Stuart and Gerald get some backstory, but otherwise the whole story is a one-off. S2E11 Roger Ebert Should Lay off the Fatty Foods is FILLER

I believe this one was expected. Nothing in this episode matters by the next. S2E12 Clubhouses is FILLER

Randy and Sharon divorce. They get back together by the end. Bebe likes Kyle. She doesn't by the end of the episode. Typical filler stuff. S2E13 Cow Days is FILLER

The Terrance and Phillip dolls never appear again. Neither does Eric believing himself to be a Vietnamese prostitute called Ming Lee have any consequences. S2E14 Chef Aid is FILLER

Herbert Garrison's filler arc with Mr. Twig comes to an end. Chef sleeps with a lot of women. End of episode. S2E15 Spookyfish is FILLER

I love this episode, but Sharon being crazy and all the paralell universe stuff are solely for this one. S2E16 Merry Christmas Charlie Manson! is FILLER

Eric now has a bunch of family members, none of which we ever see again. S2E17 Gnomes is CANON

It may come as a surprise after such a long string of fillers, but since the gnomes return and Tweek becomes a major player later, it only makes sense for this episode to be seen as fairly plot-heavy. S2E18 Prehistoric Ice Man is FILLER

Stan and Kyle get into a fight and then make up. The iceman never returns.

… SPOILER-FREE RUNDOWN

Again, CANON means you should watch it, FILLER means you can skip it, LORE is somewhere in-between, any episode with the LORE label will have an explanation that helps you decide if you should include it or not.

S2E1 Terrance and Phillip in Not Without My Anus is FILLER S2E2 Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Slut is CANON S2E3 Ike's Wee Wee is CANON S2E4 Chickenlover is FILLER S2E5 Conjoined Fetus Lady is FILLER S2E6 The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka is LORE* S2E7 City on the Edge of Forever (Flashbacks) is FILLER S2E8 Summer Sucks is FILLER S2E9 Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls is FILLER S2E10 Chickenpox is FILLER S2E11 Roger Ebert Should Lay off the Fatty Foods is FILLER S2E12 Clubhouses is FILLER S2E13 Cow Days is FILLER S2E14 Chef Aid is FILLER S2E15 Spookyfish is FILLER S2E16 Merry Christmas Charlie Manson! is FILLER S2E17 Gnomes is CANON S2E18 Prehistoric Ice Man is FILLER *Only for its last scene if you want a tease for the movie. Personal notes: You may notice that this season is a lot less plot-heavy than the previous one, with only 3 canon episodes out of 18 compared to the 9 out of 13 in the first.

#south park #kyle broflovski #herbert garrison #mr garrison #chef south park #south park filler guide #ike broflovski #eric cartman #mr twig #mr hat #terrance and phillip #tweek tweak #pip pirrup #pip pirrip #officer barbrady

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sawyerslvt · 10 months ago

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 4)

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Completed series :) If you've made it to reading all 4 episodes. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know! :’) I’ll be posting the last 4 episodes in a couple of days, maybe after the 28th. If anyone wants it earlier, let me know and I'll post it immediately <3 Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 2,073 Warnings: MDNI, rough handling of reader

You wake up to the smell of something filling your nose. Was it food? It smelt edible, you shot up the couch, looking around to find the source of the scent. You see Johnny standing by the kitchen countertop with his back facing you. “Johnny!” you exclaim with a little more excitement than you originally anticipated. He turned to you and you caught a glimpse of what looked like fast food. You get up from the couch and head straight for the fast food bag to look inside. “Hey there princess, I thought you might be hungry” he gives you a smirk and watches as you dig inside the bag for a burger. “I'm starving, Johnny” you catch the burger and bring out two plates. You knew exactly where everything was since you were the one organizing it. “I see you’ve been busy while i was gone” he says while watching you carefully plate both of your food with care.

You completely forgot about your cleaning and returned your attention back to him. “Oh yeah! What do you think?” you say very proudly. He steps closer to you, grabbing hold of your hips and leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on your lips. "What I think? I think you’d make a perfect housewife, darlin’” you blush at his words and try to hide it by returning his kiss, holding it for a while. He pulls away from you “I’m serious, doll. I want to keep you forever” you chuckle and don't really know how to react. The problem is that he very much could keep you forever. It's not like you have a say in this.

God! Why couldn't he be normal? None of it feels right, whatever you say won't be your choice, he has the last say. You don't doubt that he would kill you if you reject him. But you had to be smart in order to be free again. “I think we can arrange that” you look at him with lustful eyes, one part deceptive and one part truth. The word ‘we’, you thought, there is no ‘we’ in this decision. It's him manipulating the situation. You should hate him, and you do, so why don't you feel like you do? But you've seen the gentle side of him, a side you're sure victims rarely, if ever, see.

“Let’s eat, I can't wait a second longer!” you interrupt your own thoughts and grab your plates to bring it to the couch for you to enjoy. Johnny follows you and smacks your ass before you sit down. You blush and ask yourself how you got to this point, you're acting like a loving couple but nothing about being locked in this room is loving… so why do you like it? You feel like a bigger freak than he is…

“So how was my girl’s day” he looks you in the eyes while sitting in front of you taking a bite of his burger. The way he talks to you makes you weak, you’ve never felt weakness such as this. “Her day was miserable without her handsome man keeping her company” you make a pouty face and giggle before taking a bite of your burger. You felt like the flavors exploded in your mouth, a greasy, half cold junk food burger has never tasted so good.

He laughs at your words, and that was the first laugh you heard from him. As if the man couldn't get more attractive. Hearing his genuinely sweet and full laugh made your heart hurt, no chuckle, no smirk, but a laugh. How couldn't you fall for a man like this? Without context he was the perfect one, at least to you. You believe in fate, you believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe this was your fate. You've always thought you would give up everything for the one. You would do anything if he was worth it. You're listening to his laugh, contemplating if he’s worth it, you don't know. You had to remind yourself of who he was…

“Johnny…?” You look at him, serious in your tone and facial expression. He looks to you confused, wondering why the shift in tone. “Yes, sweetheart?”. You take a deep breath “I wanted to make you a meal before you came, I opened your fridge and…” you look down and pause not knowing how to explain what you saw. You know he knows what you saw and you were hoping he would finish your sentence, himself. He looks down as if he was ashamed. “...Mikaela” he puts his food down and reaches for your face. You, still having the image of the meat in your head, get startled by him reaching for your face and you pull back. “Mikaela… please I don't mean to scare you. Don't look at me like that” his words cut deep, you hate how genuine he sounded. He should be mad, he should call you names and pull a knife, threatening to end your life for prying. But instead he’s begging you to not look to him as a monster.

You feel your eyes water, you try holding it back but your throat feels tight and like you've swallowed razor sharp spikes and nails. Your eyes are stinging so you just bring your hands to your face, sobbing into them. Johnny is careful with his actions but he decides he can’t handle seeing you like this and puts the food between you on the floor. He pulls you closer to him and just holds you. You feel his big arms swallow you whole, you feel safe, you feel like nothing can hurt you but in reality, the man holding you could be the biggest threat of all.

“I know there is nothing I can say to make you stop crying so you give me no choice…” he stands up and you feel panic, but relief, he’s finally ending your misery and finishing what he started. He walks over to the door and you hear some keys jingle. He opens the door and leaves it open. You look at him and his head is fallen between his collar bones. “Leave…” you look at him trying to figure out if he’s being serious. He’s looking at you, and you swear, you see his eyes watering. You don't move, feeling torn. He raises his voice, “I SAID LEAVE!” you couldn't move out of fear and confusion. When you fail to obey his command for the second time he grabs you firmly by your arm, where the man from the bar had bruised you, and pulls you towards the door and throws you out so you fall onto the ground by the shack entrance. “I said leave and don’t come back. If I see you again. I will kill you. Do not test me, woman” his voice was significantly lower, almost whispering. But he was firm in the way he spoke, he meant every single word of what he was saying and if you didn't leave, you would regret it.

You slowly make your way off the ground, you're on your knees dusting off some dirt. By the time you looked back up he had shut the door and you were left outside, alone in the dark. If you thought the sobs before were bad, the ones you let out now were pure torture. You walk away but with every step you take, increasing the distance between you and him, you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. This was good. This was right. So why didn't it feel like it? You pass the beautiful sunflowers by the entrance, they no longer look happy, they look like they’re dying, like they’re crying with you. You hug yourself trying to keep warm and calm yourself down. This was it. You’re free. You can finally go back to the life from before, except you couldn't. There wasn't much for you back there anyways. After your grandma passed away you just lived paycheck to paycheck. She was the only one you had left, and when she exited your life just like everyone else, you were left alone to fend for yourself. You don't have any friends, no family, no nothing. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, maybe this was that fate you were talking about. Starting a new life, full of adventure and surprises in a different town. You start to cheer up thinking of the possibilities and right finally feels right.

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It’s the dead of night and you’re a pretty woman walking down the never ending roads of Texas. You don't know how you'll make it to a motel without meeting some creep in the process. You try to brush the thoughts away and not worry about problems yet to come. There is not a single car coming down the road but you keep walking the same direction, and if you have to walk until sunrise, then so be it. The further away you get from him, the better it feels to be away. You escaped from a cannibalistic serial killer! Damn right, it feels better. You feel like you're finally thinking clearly again. Being with him brought out feelings you didn't know were possible. No man had ever made you feel that way, it felt good but you knew it was wrong, so now all you feel is relief.

While you continue walking, you look up at the sky… it was cloudy which was strange. You rarely saw clouds, that was one of the many benefits of Texas. Clear skies and the best view of the stars there was to offer. That's certainly what brought you here. Los Angeles was beautiful and had its own stars in the shape of city lights, billboards and Hollywood starlets, but you prefer the real thing. You finally feel a sense of calm washing over you and you take a deep inhale, feeling the fresh, cool breeze fill your lungs. As you exhale you see something illuminating the road ahead of you. You turn around and see a car heading your way. You flag it down, sticking your thumb out making sure they know you're a hitchhiker. The car slows down.

A middle aged woman ducked her head to see you through the cracked down window. “Hiya there sugar! Ya need a lift?” she spoke loudly but you could tell she was a sweetheart. “Yes ma’am, I'd love one if you don't mind. It's awfully cold out here” you chuckle a little to yourself and so does she. “Alrighty girl, get in! I have a blanket in the back so you're in luck!” She gives you a warm smile and gestures for you to open the back doors to grab the blanket. You open the back door and grab the colorful tie-dye blanket from the back and take a seat in the front next to the lady.

You wrap the blanket around you, it wasn't the warmest but it'll do just fine. “So what business does a pretty girl like you have out by the side of the road?” she asked genuinely curious. You bet it's not everyday that happens. You don’t really know what to say. You figure you can't tell her the truth, that a serial killer just let you escape so you make something up, similar to the original story. “I just escaped my abusive boyfriend” you say dryly trying to make her not mention it any further. “oh sweetheart, i'm so sorry, that sounds awful! The men these days… they’re no good” she understands the hint and doesn't stick her nose where it don't belong. “How about you ma’am, what brings you driving alone during these hours? I haven't seen a single car in the past couple hours except yours.” you look over to her. “Oh hun, call me Leona, it’ll make it easier for us both. And as for the driving, that has just become a habit of mine. You see, I love this time of night, driving along the open road, there’s no feeling quite like it.” she smiles to herself and you can tell she truly means it. You feel happy for her. “That sounds lovely, Leona.” You send a warm smile her way before excusing yourself and resting your head against the headrest to hopefully get some sleep.

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#tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #ff #writing #fanfiction #beginner #johnny #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny tcm #smut #70s #female reader #fem reader #johnny smut #johnny slaughter smut

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daniels-rwby-blog · 2 years ago

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RWBY V9E7 Reaction

Chapter 7

Content warning baby!!

The perils of paper houses.

Alright well that's a title for sure.

Still haven't skipped an intro, Casey is doing amazing this volume.

And an origami bird, cute

Seriously? They have them kiss last episode just to have a rough breakup this episode? Are you kidding me? Lazy, lazy writing.

April Fools, now back to the ep

Yang is a cannon snorer

Adorable.

Ruby starting the PTSD strong

What he late for?

He lives in a paper town, that's amazing

JAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ, god i need this soundtrack so much

paper pleasers

Wow, the subtlety is out.

Jaune went crazy, confirmed.

The idea of him talking to team RWBY dolls for years is hilarious.

This is crazy, you're crazy.

They all think you're crazy.

NEPTUNE CALL BACK YOOO

Little is sooo cute with that face full of food.

Weiss forever the pessimist.

Exposition paper is exposition.

Everyone is so fluid at the little cafe, the animation is great this volume.

Once again the tree is referred to as a character and a person not a tree.

Ohhh nothing you say? I Think Not.

And yeah jaune has definitely gone nuts, his outburst confirms that.

And neo attacks, and i feel like something was cut there from what Wiess said but oh well, fight scene is awesome.

That knight and knight action, the bee tag team, the punch cut *chef's kiss*

Wiess getting launched wow.

And then the problem.

That clock of crescent rose was so juxtaposed I love it.

NEOOOOO!!!!

Finger guns yeeeeaaaaahhhh

well power upgrade confirmed.

But that fight was great, my favorite this season. Every beat was matched, each character got enough time, we saw some crazy combos, and Wiess got yeeted like team rocket. Not having ruby in the action leaves a lot of room for other stuff, kinda like it from a visual standpoint.

So ruby's PTSD: yeah that's a thing. And

And jaunes scream and ensuing breakdown.

Ruby's losing it yeaaaaah.

This outburst into everyone's faces, i think we're seeing what should have happened in apathy way back in V6. But it's a little strange ruby's just been playing off the bees, after her comment earlier. But then jaunes Talkback, like he's not wrong and i think it's okay he's treating her on more his level, like he's obviously way older than them now, but he's not matured at all, he still sees them as his equals deep down, and he still goes for her, even if he does apologize afterwords.

But let's break that down; Lindsay did a great job btw.

So she goes straight to Wiess, with Jaune and home, then the bees, and the rebuttal from jaunes the height difference the framing of the tears.

Ruby yooooo.

The shut up, the deeper voice,

The look on everyone's face, blakes ears God it's a good scene.

And then she flipping flies out.

And the sinking paper in the background.

The concept art for this one looks amazing, this was a really cool location and as much as the paper pleasers were short lived, they funny enough filled Their place in the exposition, and the integration of tales of ever-after stuff Is welcomed.

alright, I've got a theory cooking so stay tuned for that, guys this is a lore dump ep so it's gonna be a long one.

EDIT: I JUST LOOKED UP THE CREDIT FOR THE PURPLE ONE AND IT'S FUCKING CIEL'S VA?!?!?!??? GET THE CAT ON THE PHONE SHE CAME BACK IN A NOTABLE WAY OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

#team rwby #rwby #reactions #yang protected blake when ruby started on them aghaghagah its so cute #yin yang of nevermore #spoilers #v9c7 #rwby spoilers #rwby liveblog

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crowdvscritic · 2 years ago

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round up // APRIL 23

A selection of words capturing my April pop culture experiences:

Museum

Podcast

Amy Sherman-Palladino

Muppets

Vampire

Nike

American Girl dolls

Read on for everything that brought me joy this month!

April Crowd-Pleasers

1. Renfield (2023)

Did I write a review of Renfield, an ode to the two Nic(k)s, or analysis of the Great Resignation? Yes, yes, and yes. Read whatever, in fact, I wrote at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

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2. SNL Round Up

Whether they’re spoofing my childhood toys, my young adulthood wedding commitments, or my love for the Jonas Brothers, the crew in Studio 8H has been keeping me laughing this Spring.

“Southwest Airlines Announcement” (4811 with Michael B. Jordan)

“The Big Hollywood Quiz” (4812 with Pedro Pascal) - A great example of how no one watches the same things anymore

“Waking Up” (4812)

“Protective Mom” (4812)

“Lisa From Temecula” (4812)

“American Girl Café” (4814 with Travis Kelce)

“Bridesmaid Cult Documentary” (4816 with Quinta Brunson) - I feel seen

"Weekend Update: Co-Worker Who's Extremely Busy Doing Seemingly Nothing on Returning to the Office” (4817 with Molly Shannon) - I feel attacked

“Sally O'Malley: Jonas Brothers” (4817)

“American Girl Doll Movie Trailer” (4818 with Ana de Armas)

3. Descanso Gardens

Because I can’t resist a botanical garden! Gardens are becoming a go-to attraction for me on vacations, and the Descanso Gardens in Los Angeles did not disappoint. The day we went was not too crowded but was impressive enough to earn a huge crowd—a hidden gem for LA tourists!

4. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Panel at PaleyFest

The gardens were lovely, but there were two other attractions that were the real reason for my visit to Los Angeles. The first was PaleyFest to see Amy Sherman-Palladino, Daniel Palladino, and the cast of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel! Just before the fifth and final season started on Amazon Prime, we heard Alex Borstein and Rachel Brosnahan share their mourning process for the show’s ending, Caroline Aaron and Michael Zegen reflect on what these roles have meant to them, and Tony Shalhoub crack up the crowd. (And who knew I would be so starstruck by him? When he came on stage I wanted to scream, “YOU WERE SO GOOD IN GALAXY QUEST!”) Check out SO IT’S A SHOW’s Instagram for more highlights from when my podcast co-host Kyla and I visited the Dolby Theatre (home of the Oscars!).

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4. John Mulaney: Baby J (2023)

A full year ago I saw John Mulaney on his From Scratch tour, and now you can enjoy the set at home. His joke about not being interested in science “from magnets to ducks” did not make the cut (and alas now I can’t remember the setup for that punchline), but the other 90% of a show that made me laugh so hard I cried is preserved forever.

5. The Muppets. (2015-16)

Why did this gem only last 16 episodes? In this one-season single-cam sitcom, the Muppets are working on Late Night with Miss Piggy, a setting that could’ve produced comedy gold for years. With the frazzled Kermit producing, the Electric Mayhem as the in-studio band, and celebrity guests through the felt nose, I’m glad I checked out these 16 eps even though they ended on a cliffhanger. If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like for Miss Piggy to date Josh Groban or to hold grudges against every blonde actress in Hollywood, you won’t want to miss it either.

7. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. (2023)

Special in the way that the best coming-of-age movies are. I suspect Margaret’s insecurities about boys, bras, and besties will feel relatable to Gens Z and Alpha if for no other reason than this movie’s depiction felt scarily accurate to my own experience in the mid-2000s. I promise I will never start a review with the story of my first period ever again! At least, probably—at the rate we're going, it will never be apropos again. Read the full review at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10

April Critic Picks

1. AIR (2023)

Is it controversial to say Matt and Ben’s collabs only get better? If we're playing Greatest/Best/Favorite, this might be my new ranking:

Greatest: Good Will Hunting

Best: The Last Duel

Favorite: AIR

Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. The Academy Museum

The other reason I went out to Los Angeles: After years of pandemic-caused delays, I finally made it to the Academy Museum! Six floors of movie and Oscars history and memorabilia? You know I’m in my happy place, but casual movie fans will find something for them, too. Some of my favorite exhibits included the several-stories high Mount Rushmore backdrop used in North by Northwest, the gallery that used The Godfather to show each element of filmmaking, and the pianos from Casablanca. Fanny’s (named for Barbra Streisand’s character in Funny Girl) serves exceptional museum food, and I learned about deep cut filmmakers and movements I was only vaguely familiar with before I went. I’d give the Academy a gold statue for museum execution if I could!

3. Good Reads

A miscellaneous round up of good stuff I’ve read lately…

Final thoughts on 2022 Awards Season:

“How Avatar: The Way of Water Can Make $2 Billion and Still Feel Irrelevant,” Vox.com (2023)

“How Did We Let the Golden Globes Back In?” LATimes.com (2022)

Unexpected responses to Cocaine Bear:

“An Attempt to Define the ‘Good for Her’ Cinematic Universe,” Vulture.com (2023)

“The Case for Cocaine Bears,” Slate.com (2023)

Glitches in the Sports Industry Matrix:

“America’s Bad Bet on Expanding Legal Sports Gambling,” Vox.com (2023)

“Will Damar Hamlin’s Injury Change the NFL? Why a Safer Game Could Turn Away Fans,” LATimes.com (2023)

Watching trends that need to be fixed:

“Mumbling Actors, Bad Speakers or Lazy Listeners? Why Everyone is Watching TV With Subtitles On,” TheGuardian.com (2023)

“Television Is Going Exactly the Wrong Direction. I Know the Solution.” Slate.com (2023)

Explorations of our malaise at work:

“How to Care Less About Work,” TheAtlantic.com (2021)

“The Age of the Crisis of Work,” Harpers.org (2023)

All the ways—okay, just some of the way—social media is on the struggle bus right now:

“Why Every App Now Feels Like TikTok, but Worse,” NYMag.com (2023)

“How Elon Musk Turned the Blue Check Mark Into a Scarlet Letter,” Slate.com (2023)

“Commentary: If Twitter Finally Dies, Where Do We Find the Smart People?” LATimes.com (2023)

And even more miscellaneous good reads:

“You’ll Feel Better if You Go Outside,” NewYorker.com (2021)

“The Oral History of Helm’s Deep,” Inverse.com (2022)

“I’ve Had It With Stunt Ice Cream Flavors,” Eater.com (2023)

“Clothes Make the Con Man,” NYTimes.com (2023)

“Hailey Bieber, Selena Gomez, and the Easter Egg-ification of the Hollywood Feud,” Vox.com (2023)

“Why Are TV Writers So Miserable?” NewYorker.com (2023)

4. Current Exhibits at the St. Louis Art Museum

My membership to the SLAM always pays off. In April I indulged in two special exhibits:

The Age of Armor, which showcases the history of armor and battle gear with an emphasis on suits of armor. The galleries did a great job explaining how the armor functioned and provided model pieces to try yourself, but you know my favorite part was the Black Panther and Star Wars costumes at the end!

Monet/Mitchell: Painting the French Landscape compares the work of Claude Monet and American expat Joan Mitchell, and it brought me back to my magical trip to Giverny last summer!

5. The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex (1939)

Sumptous costumes and sets, Bette Davis doing the most acting, and Errol Flynn at his handsomest. This Queen Elizabeth I costume drama from Michael Curtiz is maximalist in aesthetic and romantic at its heart. Crowd: 7/10 // Critic: 9/10

6. Under the Umbrella: A Little Women Podcast (2023-)

Little Women superfans unite! Kate and Kelsey (friends and both teachers) are analyzing the book and film versions from every angle, and if you love the March sisters, Louisa May Alcott, or Greta Gerwig, they are going to be your new best friends.

7. Just Like Us: The Tabloids That Changed America (2022)

Last spring the Ringer Dish podcast did a deep dive into the ‘00s tabloids and their obsession with Brangelina, Bennifer, and ‘90s child stars gone wild—so basically everything I obsessed over in middle school. Bottom line: They probably didn’t make our world better, but those mags (and emerging online blogs and reality TV) sure tapped into parts of our brains that made them addictive. This eight-episode series challenges any assumption we have about about celebrity gossip being harmless—or frivolous.

Until May’s Round Up…

In spite of the current state of things, I’m still tweeting in denial as @tblake24. Come join me until this platform burns to the ground!

If you want real-time updates on what I’m watching and loving, you can also find me as @tblake24 on Letterboxd.

Photo credits: Good Reads, Under the Umbrella, Just Like Us. Descanso Gardens, PaleyFest, Academy Museum, and SLAM my own. All other IMDb.com.

#Round Up #Renfield #AIR #SNL #Saturday Night Live #The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex #Descanso Gardens #Are You There God? It's Me Margaret.#Just Like Us: The Tabloids That Changed America #John Mulaney #Baby J #The Muppets.#The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #PaleyFest #Academy Museum #St. Louis Art Museum #Little Women #Ringer Dish

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bi-disaster-yn · 3 years ago

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Bell Pepper

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader doesn’t want to have kids but doesn’t want Bucky to miss out on anything after having years of his life taken from him by Hydra.

A/N: okay so listen, as someone who reads a lot of Bucky fics on this site I know a lot of you wanna snap up Sergeant Barnes as your baby daddy (and honestly, fair enough). But as someone who has never wanted kids; I needed to create a comfort fic with my fave man ever. To all my Bucky girlies who understand: this one is for you!<3

The knife sliced open the bell pepper to reveal the queasy sight and your stomach churned. Nestled into the core with the seeds, was a miniature pepper. It almost took over the entire internal space in the larger pepper, invading it and feeding off its source.

You felt sick.

You picked it up to show Bucky who was chopping onions and trying to blink away the inevitable stinging tears that were a consequence of the task.

“How disgusting is that? Makes me feel sick when my peppers are pregnant.” You observed, horrified by the sight yet unable to take your eyes off it.

Placing it back down, you used your knife to remove the miniature pepper from the flesh of the larger one and proceeded to throw it in the trash. The procedure was quick and painless. The pepper was no longer defiled.

“I don’t know, Doll. I think you’re the sick one hacking up a pregnant pepper like that.” Bucky joked, chuckling at himself and then returned his focus to the onion when he realised you weren’t laughing with him.

“I’m doing her a favour.” You mumbled, trying not to let Bucky hear, but he did. He just chose not to press you on it.

You hadn’t told Bucky yet that you didn’t want kids. There was no tragic backstory as to why you didn’t want them. There were no fears or worries surrounding your ability to parent. There was not an explanation. You just didn’t want children and that was that.

Only, it was becoming a challenge to tell your boyfriend that. For the duration of your relationship, Bucky had been recovering from his time at Hydra. He was having nightmares, panic attacks, dissociative episodes; you name it. It was safe to say that was not the environment to introduce a child. Hence, it put a natural delay on having that conversation which you usually would get out of the way on a first date.

However, Bucky’s mental state was getting a lot better as he had started making amends by way of apologies to victims’ families. His friendship with Sam had strengthened which you were grateful for. Your own relationship was enhanced by his recovery as he was able to express himself more and build on his communication. It made you fall completely in love with him as you were able to see him for who he truly was.

You loved your Bucky more than anyone else in the world. Together, you lived in a perfect little bubble that you wanted to last forever: you and Bucky in your little apartment together.

Although, Bucky’s recovery meant that the conversation on kids was now looming over you as a constant anxiety-driving reminder that your days with your super soldier could be numbered. You were painfully aware that Bucky had been robbed of over 70 years of his life. Decades of servitude and being deprived of the ability to make choices for himself meant that you wanted him live as full a life as possible. Bucky was now excited about things again and eager to move on, finding his way in this modern world and doing everything he missed out on. This was something you had desperately wanted for him too. Bucky truly deserved everything life had to offer and to be incandescently happy.

If that meant he wanted kids, he was going to have to do it without you.

As in love with Bucky as you were, this just was not something you could do for him. It was part of your fundamental belief system, locked closely in your heart and kept safe for all time. The thought of being pregnant made you feel nauseous and violated. The idea of putting your life on hold to tend to someone else’s made you frustrated and angry. The objection to having kids started from conception all the way through to raising the child. There was not one part of the process you were willing to try.

You loved Bucky, but you couldn’t do this for him.

You glanced at the salad Bucky had in his hands, containing the pieces of the offending bell pepper. It made you grimace every time you thought about it and even more so when you thought about telling Bucky how you felt.

Sam’s nephews rushed over to greet their uncle’s cool friend with the metal arm. Bucky made roaring noises at them and darted around to avoid them catching him, holding the salad above his head to prevent any accidents. Your heart warmed at your boyfriend’s playful demeanour and subsequently sank at the realisation that he enjoyed playing with the kids.

You took the salad from him so he could mess around with the boys and sat it down in the midst of all the food that had been brought to the cookout. Sam made his way over and gave you a tight hug to thank you both for coming. He looked over at Bucky and let out a chuckle.

When you turned round, your boyfriend was standing talking to Sarah and some other women with his vibranium arm stretched out. Sam’s nephews dangled from the arm while Bucky spoke casually.

Your heart stopped.

The pounding in your ears was unbearable as a high pitched frequency permeated its way between them. The inside of your mouth went dry and when you tried to swallow your throat had closed up providing unavoidable pain.

It was selfish. Bucky clearly trusted his own mind enough that he would let vulnerable children play with that arm like it was a toy. In truth, you were so incredibly proud of him for it. But you also caught a glimpse of what he’d be like as a father and suddenly you’d never felt further away from him.

The women gawked at him. Who could blame them? The handsome super soldier who had helped save the world and put his dark past behind him. Bucky was a dream.

“Are you single? My daughter would love you!” One said.

“You’re so good with kids, you’ll make such a good dad one day.” Another chimed in.

“Look at you, so strong yet so gentle with Sarah’s boys.”

Although, you had not moved, the words from these women put a further distance between you and Bucky. It felt like he was being pulled away from you as they painted a picture of a life that he could lead without you.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m actually madly in love with my girlfriend.” He smiled softly and pointed over at you.

All eyes were on you now and you were frozen to your spot. Whilst you usually loved it when Bucky showed you off, it was like being thrown in a lions den. You could feel the inevitable questions coming as though you were standing in front of hundreds of microphones with nothing to say and had a blinding light shining in your eye.

“So when can we expect children from you two?” Sarah asked, smiling between you both. That was it. The final straw. There was a scream lurking in your throat you were dying to let out. You wanted to protest, defend yourself, prove a point but this wasn’t the time or the place.

“We haven’t talked about it.” You stated, making it clear that you were not to be pressed further on this. You were unable to look any of them in the eye - especially Bucky.

The pain on Bucky’s face as you brushed off the question shattered your already heavy heart. That was it: you’d hit that last nail in the coffin. The love of your life stood before you, clearly wounded by you and you didn’t know what to do. None of this could be made better.

“Excuse me.” You said, having created an awkward tension with your lack of enthusiasm for Bucky’s children. You turned on your heel and headed towards the car, trying your best to hold back tears. The inevitable was coming. You were going to have to say goodbye and you’d never love like this again.

All eyes went back to Bucky who stood there, looking defeated. Slowly he let the boys down and they scurried off somewhere else to go and play. He grimaced at the pitying looks all the women now gave him, hating the fact that people saw him as a victim.

“I-I’m gonna go check on her.” He announced after a few seconds and started to walk after you. His limbs became stiff and he had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other to try and get to you.

Bucky had known something was wrong with his girl. He’d known for weeks as you’d inadvertently kept him at a distance. You’d go quiet and mumble to yourself. You’d lie awake at night when you thought he was sleeping. He’d lie facing the wall and listen to the blinking of your eyelids, desperate to be able to peer inside your mind.

You brushing off the question about kids hurt Bucky. Not because he was feeling particularly broody but he thought it meant you’d gotten bored of him. Finally, he’d pushed you to the point where you’d had enough of him. Whilst, his communication had improved massively, this was something he was petrified to raise with you. Bucky wanted to keep his girl for a little while longer before she finally had to leave.

“Can we please talk, Doll?” He asked from behind you and you could hear his voice cracking. It sent sharp shooting pains through your chest.

“Later, Bucky. Go back and enjoy the cookout, we can talk about it afterwards.” You responded, still desperately trying not to look at him.

“I can’t enjoy it if you’re not there.” He sounded crushed and you could tell he’d stood still.

It made you pause too. You turned round to reveal your tear stained puffy cheeks and looked at the distraught man in front of you. Whilst it was for his own good, it still was going to be the hardest thing you ever had to do. You opened your mouth to explain the situation and how he would need to go his own way to fulfil his dreams of becoming a father. Bucky got there first before you could say anything.

“I know you’ve had enough of me and you don’t see a future with me anymore. That’s fine, Doll. Honestly, I get it. But I just want you to know I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as much as I love you.”

You blinked at him a few times in disbelief, the tears stopped and you straightened your back. Bucky doubting your love for him stunned you into a near speechless state and was a brutal sting.

“What?”

“Isn’t that why you’re upset? Someone mentioned us having kids and you looked as though you’d seen a ghost. Thought the idea of being shackled to me for the rest of your life was too much for you.” He looked at you sheepishly, playing with his hands anxiously as he spoke.

“No!” You retaliated. “No, Bucky, sweetheart, that’s not it at all.”

He narrowed his eyebrows at you. “Then, what is it?”

You inhaled deeply, ready to say your piece. Bucky’s eyes met your own and they pleaded with you to be honest.

“I don’t want kids, Buck! I never have and I never will. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long but I was terrified you’d leave me. But I can’t hold on to you forever, you’ve had too much time taken away from you, I’m not going to steal anymore! Go and find a girl that wants to have kids and be with her. This is the one thing that I just cannot do for you and I’m sorry!” You were frenzied and sobbing by the end of your speech. Fresh warm tears pooled in your eyes and fell over the sensitive skin of your cheeks that the others had dried in on.

Bucky listened to you intently as you spoke feeling a wave of relief wash over him that you objected to children and not him. He didn’t realise the tension he’d been holding his body in until he relaxed at your explanation. A smile stretched across his face as he lunged towards you and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

“I wouldn’t have made a good dad anyway.” He said, kissing the side of your head repeatedly. His girl still loved him, nothing else mattered.

You pulled back from the hug, thinking he was just being self-deprecating and cupped his face in your hand, staring into his eyes.

“No you wouldn’t. You’d be an excellent father. I saw you with those kids. I won’t have you stay with me just because you think you’re not good enough to be a dad.” You asserted. It was painful but it had to be done.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t wanna do something if it’s not with you.” Bucky replied, placing his hands over yours on his cheek.

“Do you mean that?” You choked. It was cynical, but you felt like this was going to be too good to be true.

“Of course I do,” he smiled and kissed you gently on the nose. “Look, if I had made it back to Brooklyn after the war I would probably would have married some girl and had kids with her because that’s just what you did. But now… we live in this world where we get to choose who we are and who we want to be. And I want to be the guy with the girlfriend who feels sick when she sees a pregnant bell pepper. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. If that’s just the two of us then even better because it means I’ll have you all to myself.”

The floodgates opened and you were relentlessly sobbing at his words, covering your eyes with your arm. At some point you wailed out an “I love you so much” at him, although that would have been difficult to decipher between all your blubbering. Bucky heard it though, he always did.

He smirked at you and pulled you back into the tight embrace with a “c’mere”, shushing you as your tears pooled on to his chest. You clung on to him for dear life as if what he’d just said had been a dream and you were going to wake up at any minute.

“Don’t go keeping things from me like that okay?Considering how much you loved it when I communicated properly, I expected better.” He chuckled into your hair, kissing the side of your head and earning a little giggle from you. “Just me and you, Doll.”

“Just me and you, Buck.”

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youryanderedaddy · 4 years ago

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Imagine a yandere ghost who is cursed is trapped in the doll, so one day a family came to live in his house, but what the ghost did not expect is to fall in love with the couple's eldest daughter. Maybe this yandere ghost (doll) use the younger brother to get closer to his beloved...

I didn't really include the doll, but the overall idea is here ;)

Tw: nsfw, non - con, underage sex? (The reader is meant to be around 18, her brother is 16 - 17, but the ghost is 100+ so idk), (technically) incest, ghosts, possession, possessive/obsessive behavior, slight parental neglect ig

You knew it was a mistake moving into the old house up the hill. You tried arguing with your parents so many times about the mansion being hidden in the woods, so far away from any civilization, bringing up the fact it hadn't been bought for the last 8 years despite the insanely low price or the news about the previous owners dying in their sleep just like that, from "natural causes" even though they were an young energetic couple. But of course your worries had been discarded so easily since your younger siblings were ecstatic, constantly talking about finally living in a castle, which was obviously pushing it too far, but kids will be kids.

Your family was big, consisting of your mother, father, two younger sisters and a brother currently in his late teens. Your siblings managed to take all the nice bright rooms on the second floor so you were forced to sleep in the attic. At first it didn't seem so bad, yes, the place was dark and dusty, the space was limited, but it was a quiet spot and there were many interesting things left there to explore and discover.

The first week you discovered a huge box full of old books, medals, notebooks and different souvenirs from all over the world. The second week you found a few paintings covered by a thin disheveled cloak, most of them depicting a pretty young boy with golden locks and sad green eyes, dresses in an expensive silky clothing resembling what was nowadays considered an elegant suit. You didn't pay it much mind yet the miserable longing gaze of the kid haunted your dreams in the following days.

During the third week you noticed that things were going missing one by one. First it was your favorite lipstick, then your new dress, and suddenly your favorite items were gone just like that. On top of all, almost as if fate was tickling your paranoia, you could hear certain sounds at night that were too distorted be natural and too human to belong to an animal. There were sobs, loud and tormented, sometimes you could make up a few words in a language no one spoke anymore. You slept less and less each night, you could swear you felt someone's lingering touch on your shoulders, them gently stroking your hair and even pressing their cold unmoving lips on yours. This was usually the point when you opened your eyes and screamed in fear only to realize you were alone in the room. There was nobody there.

Still you decided to speak with your parents about the creepy events taking place in the attic. Much to your dismay they brushed your concerns off once again, laughing softly and calling you a scaredy - cat, going as far as to joke around about your "oh so creative" imagination getting the best of you just like it did in your childhood. But this time you insisted on holding your ground, almost begging them to take action and help you. At the end your mother decided to let you sleep in your brother's room for a while until you calm down, and as embarrassing it was to share a room with a hormonal teen, it was better than constantly being on the edge and losing sleep. Or so you thought.

The first night you slept in Steve's room nothing out of the ordinary happened and for the first time in weeks you actually managed to rest. The second night was blissfully peaceful as well and you quickly fell into a deep dreamless slumber.

The third night started well, just like the previous two. Your brother was tired from studying all day and went to bed early, giving you the freedom to relax a little bit before following his example. You could read a book or try to revise for your exam tomorrow, maybe even call your bestfriend and finally let her know all about your new classmates and just how boring life in the village was. But in that moment all these suggestion sounded annoying, nothing was interesting enough to hold your interest for more than a minute. Thinking about what to do next, you suddenly became aware that your body was tense and tired, but your mind was restless. After all you hadn't had time for self - care between the paranoia episodes and the fear, maybe it was finally time to do something nice and therapeutic for yourself.

You snatched a quick look at Steve and he was sleeping soundly, snoring from time to time, his usually angry face now calm and childlike. Making sure there was no one in the room awake, you finally slipped a hand down your pajama bottom until you felt the soft fabric of your panties. You closed your eyes and run a finger up and down your clothed sex, following the line of your slit. Your pussy throbbed at the sudden contact, the lack of pleasure in the last few weeks making it sensitive to the touch. You pushed your underwear lower so it hanged around your legs, and shoved one finger into your warm hole, enjoy the way your walls clenched around the digit. You flicked your clit gently, feeling it swell from the arousal, rubbing slow circles and pressing on your sweet spot every once in a while.

Your free hand went to your breasts, bare under the comfy oversized shirt, and awoke the cherry nipples with subtle pinches causing them to harden. You couldn't help but moan quietly as you decreased the pace of which you teased your hole and added a second finger in your pussy, fucking yourself on it. You were so focused on chasing your pleasure you didn't even notice the hand on your thigh pulling your own away from your excited throbbing core and replacing it with a big hard cock. Only once its head reached your tight entrance and pressed on it did your mind register the atrocious size difference. Your words stilled in your throat, the sudden panic rising in your chest, making your vision blurry and your cheeks rosy pink. You finally opened your eyes, your heart racing at the image of your younger brother towering above you with his member so close to entering your heat.

"Steve, what are you doing?" You whispered as you tried to squirm away from the boy, but he was quicker in pinning your wrists above your head in a deadlock. When did the male become so strong? Just yesterday he would ask you to open up his water bottle and help him with his math homework and now he was doing this...

"My name is Henry, my love." The voice was different from your brother's, lower and huskier, gentler in a way. You narrowed your eyes and observed the teenager's face, gasping as you noticed that his eyes had changed from black to green, yet all his other features had stayed stayed the same. You wanted to ask so many questions - who is Henry, why were your sibling's eyes and voice different from before - but you were quickly shut by one stern gaze. "I used to live here 80 years ago." The stranger started off with an unexpectedly soft tone as his grip on your wrists loosened. "I'm a ghost. I possessed your brother." He confessed calmly while you watched his pink lips part slightly with each breath as if you were in a trance before you found the strength to break your silence.

"Why are doing this to me? Why did you take my brother's body?" You questioned him manically, feeling like a confused little lamb sent to the slaughter, trembling and stuttering in front of a knife. Henry simply chuckled at your adorable dumbfounded expression and lowered his torso until his face was mere inches away from yours and you could feel his ice - cold breath on your warm red cheek. "Because I love you, darling." The ghost replied with a confident smirk that looked so weird and unnatural on the younger boy's face you almost gagged. Before you had the chance to say anything, he continued. "I've been wanting you for a while now, little girl. And with this body I can finally have you all to myself." You opened your mouth in a protest but your screams were easily muffled by a harsh kiss and a wet tongue down your throat. Next thing you knew the man had pushed your brother's manhood into your wet sloppy cunt in one sharp thurst and in your despair you had yelled for help once again, the ghost taking your whimpers greedily and shushing them away. Struggling was pointless.

In the next hour you were reduced to a sweaty whimpering mess of pain and arousal, fear and pleasure. The ghost was fucking you in a fast brutal pace while his free hand was playing with your clit, bringing you so damn close but never enough to send you over the edge. You were crying and your whole body was aching, your tits red from the rough manhandlind, your lips bruised and swollen from the rough kisses and bites. There were purple hickeys adorning your neck, belly and thighs and you went quiet in embarrassment every time you wondered how you would be able to hide them the next day.

"Please, whoever you are, let me come, I'm begging you." You pleaded desperately as you arched your back to meet the next couple of deep thrusts. Your cheeks were wet with tears and you could even taste the bitter salty flavor in your mouth mixed with your own drool and saliva. Upon hearing your meek pleas the man mercifully started hitting your cervix with each shove until his moves became sharp and quick, targeting your g-spot. You were so close you could feel your abdomen clench and tighten from the tingling sensitations. "Please..." You uttered weakly again, making doe eyes at your brother.

"Say you love me. Tie your soul to mine forever and I'll give you exactly what you want, beloved." Henry basically growled in your ear as he groped your breasts, squizing lightly the soft flesh. Your mind was so hazy and clouded you weren't sure how to respond so you just repeated the words easiest to grasp. "Love... you... forever, ngggh..." You muttered under your breath before moaning wantonly when the forceful thrusts finally sent you over the edge and your pussy clamped down in a big, satisfying orgasm. Your bliss was short - lived because soon the ghost was pounding into you again and again, keeping you too tired to move, struggle or even speak properly besides whimpering every once in a while. The rest of the night was a blur but eventually you fell asleep from the exhausting and the pleasure.

You woke up sore, your eyes red and puffy, your muscles tense and unnatentive. You rushed to look at your brother, but the teenager was sleeping just as peacefully as he did eight hours ago. One side of you was more than glad to know everything that had happened was simply a bad, terrible dream, while the other one still felt extremely uncomfortable and uneasy. You couldn't bear staying in the room any longer so you got dressed and went into the hall. Everyone else was still asleep and you felt as restless as if you hadn't caught a blink at all. You finally gave in to your paranoia and climbed the stars leading to the third floor.

You knelt on the ground where you had found the beautiful paintings. Those green eyes from your dream seemed way too familiar for it to be a coincidence. When you finally got a hold of your favorite piece, the one with the sad young boy, you had to cover your mouth to suppress the shock. There wasn't an aristocrat with golden locks on the picture anymore.

Now the one trapped in the painting was none other than you own brother, Steve. Instead of misery and pain in mysterious blue eyes, there was only terror in his tormented black ones. You screamed for the last time before you dropped the picture on the ground and ran away from the attic, the tears streaming down your face, but unfortunately, there was no escape from the restless dead souls.

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postmoderntongues · 2 years ago

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Why do u refer to your gal friend as your soulmate if you’re dating B?

We had been sexually active since a friend of her family showed us how when we were in kindergarten and started producing cp of us and a younger neighbor boy. She has no memory of our childhood nor does she have access to this blog and I’d never burden her with the memory but we were sexually active until like 4th grade when somebody told us what gay was and it was a bad thing but we would still keep a notebook that we would pass full of graphic sexual torture porn art (this was grade 3-4) and we would always play out violent sexual scenarios and child abuse scenarios of our dolls and would burn things together in her yard bc her mom was a neglectful drunk but also one of the warmest people I’ve ever known and we were best friends until she essentially cast me aside and turned on me in middle school to win the affection of another girl and her and my old friends made my life hell for being autistic (we didn’t have the word for it but we knew I was different) and then she spent most of middle school and high school in hospitals but I reunited with her senior year and we shared a magical last semester and summer and then were torn apart by school. But we can talk telepathically I can tell when she’s thinking of me I carry all memory of our childhood which for the most part was magical she remembers nothing before we started hanging out again senior year and I will never tell her anything but she also had a violent brother in his 20s and another who showed us “Berserk” when we were like 10 and had pictures of naked women on his walls and a rodent in a Tupperware container that we watched decompose over the years. She is home. I love her. I’m committed to B physically but she and I literally cowered together as children that’s a bond that lasts forever. I’d do anything for her. She is part of me. We are not sexually involved but she is my soulmate as much as B is just in a different way. I love her with the same unconditional honesty that I love my mother. She’s the first person I ever saw make a dandelion crown. We used to build homes for faeries in the sandbox. Idk, soulmate is the only word that really fits. Best friend is such a transient term like if u asked me who my best friend is I’d say Chaya she’s the first person I tell things to she’s the person I hang with most she’s the most immediate closest person in my life other than B but my soulmate is different we can not talk for months and it’s just still there we are part of one another in a way, we are fragments of the same celestial being, I trusted her so much that I climbed into the trunk of her mans car to drive to a rave with him knowing we were cheating and I went with it because I knew she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. I know the healthy-people term for it is trauma-bonding but I like to think of us as soldiers who survived the same trenches. We spent a lot of time together in each other’s chaotic abusive households with my mother desperate to give her a strong Christian backbone while my dad tried to drunkenly indoctrinate us into neo nazism and her sister constantly burdened with distracting us from her mothers and brothers episodes we sort of lived each other’s traumas, there’s nobody who really knows what it was like but us even if she doesn’t remember it all, she’s still the only other human who has seen me in every light and decided to still love me anyway, and at the same time she is the person who showed me what hate and hurt were when she left but when she came back it was like the clouds finally parted and I could see the sun. It’s complicated.

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hoekaashi · 4 years ago

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bnha bois in gray sweats p2 (900 followers event)

a/n: round 2. so i have decided that i am gonna do jjk but i also added free to the list lol. this is the last of the bnha boys and i’ll be starting with hq next! characters: dabi x reader, hawks x reader, aizawa x reader warnings: men in gray sweats, sexual implications, semi-public implications, not much actual sex happening lol

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⇾ his favorite thing to do after an exhausting day/mission is just to take a shower, put on sweats, and relax ⇾ now, this fucker knows that you love seeing him in his gray sweats but honestly it’s one of the comfiest things he owns and if it also happens to get you wet, it’s a win-win for him ⇾ it’s never a new thing for him to wake up to you sucking him off or for you to end up riding him on the couch after making out with him for what feels like forever ⇾ and when that does happen, he likes to sit back and watch you work ⇾ the look in his eyes whenever the two of you make eye contact always goes straight to your core and the smirk on his face always pulled out a whine from you until he thought you had enough fun being in control for the night/morning

You were exhausted from cleaning the apartment all day. It took a lot out of you to clean up after a man who was barely even around, but when he was, it was like a tornado hit. After showering, you collapsed on the couch and flipped through the channels on the tv before settling for a show on Netflix. It wasn’t long before Dabi stumbled in through the front door, kissed your forehead while saying hello, and headed to the bathroom to shower and change. He wasn’t long, making his way into the kitchen for a beer before settling on the couch next you. Without glancing at him, you snuggled into his side and wrapped an arm around his waist while his arm rested on your shoulders. It wasn’t until you started to feel sore and changed your positions that you noticed what he was wearing. His gray sweats. You could clearly see the outline of his dick with the way he was sitting and you tried not to think about it too much as the next episode of the show started playing, but you found yourself rubbing your legs together and squeezing them to get some sort of relief. Dabi wasn’t dumb either, he could see how affected you were. It didn’t take long after that for you to give up on your resolve. Tossing the remote aside, you climbed into his lap and began kissing up his neck to his mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips as you deepened the kiss, the taste of alcohol flooding your senses. One of Dabi’s hands found its way to your ass and gave it a squeeze before he leaned forward to place his beer bottle on the coffee table. With both his hands free, he was able to fully grind your hips down onto him causing you to moan in his mouth. He pulled away as you threw your head back from the feeling of his dick rubbing against your clit, enjoying the look of bliss on your face. “You sure you want to start this doll? You might not be able to keep up with me.”

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⇾ he knows exactly what he’s doing when he puts them on ⇾ will prance around you with or without a shirt on too but would make it look like he’s cleaning or working out and will make sure you can see him to get you hot and bothered ⇾ this little game goes on for a while because you don’t want to cave, but the patience this man has is incredible ⇾ but he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants ⇾ so the second you show any weakness, he will pounce

It had been a full ten hours. It was the one thing you hated when Hawks had a day off. You had things you needed to do and errands to run and he insisted on doing everything with you and in those damn sweats too. In the car, his hand never left your thigh, gently caressing you and occasionally squeezing. In the apartment, he would hover around without his shirt on, claiming it was “hot”. At this point, your underwear was completely ruined and the smallest friction against your clit was enough to make you gasp. Hawks knew this. He had known it for a while now. He was just waiting for you to cave in. You thought you might win this battle of will until Hawks came up from behind you, his hands wrapping around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. “You’re really trying my patience today, angel,” he groaned in your ear. His hands squeezed your waist and you leaned back into his hold. He licked up the side of your neck and nibbled your ear lobe. “It’s been all day, I’m sure it’s not fun walking around in drenched underwear.” He continued to kiss and mark your neck. When he found your sensitive spot, you gasped, your hand immediately grabbing a fistful of his hair. “If we do this, I win. You made the first move.” You were breathless as he turned you around and one of his hands crept lower to squeeze your ass. His lips hovered over yours. “Deal. But I’m not going easy on you for making me wait so long.” He picked you up, his lips crashing into yours as he walked the two of you over to the bedroom.

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⇾ it doesn’t take much to get you worked up, but sometimes aizawa likes to fuck around with you ⇾ he can’t help it, it’s his inner sadist ⇾ he’s noticed your reactions to him wearing sweats before so he starts wearing them more just to work you up, especially if he’s in the mood to get his dick wet ⇾ you will never be able to get him to admit that he enjoys riling you up ⇾ but at the end of the day, you don’t care because you are thoroughly fucked out and his aftercare is amazing

You got a text from your boyfriend asking you to bring him his emergency bag. He didn’t give you a chance to question what happened but you figured you would be able to ask him once you got to the school. Aizawa wasn’t waiting for long and once you saw him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Half of his outfit had been singed off and he told you that it was because he had to stop Bakugou and Todoroki from killing Mineta. You gave him his bag and headed to his office to wait for him. No one else was there which was strange but at least it gave you the opportunity to snoop through your boyfriend’s things. “What are you doing?” Aizawa’s voice scared you since you never heard him enter the room. Placing your hand on your heart, you turned to face him but your words got caught in your throat. Maybe you should’ve looked at what he had packed away in his emergency bag because the sight on him in gray sweats and a white t-shirt was affecting you more than it should have. Seeing your reaction, Aizawa smirked. “What’s wrong kitten?” He pushed some hair out of your face behind your ear. He leaned down and licked up the side of your neck stopping under your ear. “Not here Shouta. Someone could walk in and see us.” But your body was telling him a different story. He noticed the way you squeezed your legs together and could feel your quickening pulse under his hand. He pulled away, grabbing your hand and dragging you behind him until the two of you were standing in the middle of an empty classroom. Before you could protest, he spoke up. “The students are off campus with All Might now and won’t be back for the next three hours.” You grinned, pushing him down into the teacher’s chair and got on your knees in front of him. “Three hours? I better be limping out of here then.”

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thestalkerbunny · 4 years ago

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What are your favorite twilight zone episodes?

Oh god you get me; you aBSOLUTELY get me. So fun fact about me, I LOVE the Twilight Zone. I doubt any series of horror has enthralled me in such a captivating way as the ‘Zone’ did as a kid. The Horror in that show is just so real and authentic because of the time period. So I”m gonna do you what I think is the personal best episodes for me-pictures included!

So let’s get to Stalky’s Top Ten ZONE EPISODES

10: The Masks

A dying wealthy man is down to his last few hours of life on the eve of Mardi Gras and his spoiled selfish heirs are there to watch him die and get what is theirs-with the catch, until midnight they must wear hideous masks that compliment their awful personalities. This one always stuck with me because The sheer anticipation of what will happen in the end and the fact that all their heirs are just so very unlikable, it’s very much like the movie ‘Knives Out’ but much more tame-nobody gets murdered, but just the ending thrilled me the first time I saw it

9: The Monsters are Due on Maple Street

A Street full of neighbors experiencing a black out turn on each other in violent mob mentality of the blame game. This is a CLASSIC, This is true pure and realistic horror because it really asks the question ‘how well do you know your neighbors and do you trust them’ it also was very much a product of it’s time in the era of the Cold War were even in your own neighborhood, even your neighbors could be a ‘communist’ in disguise. The Ending was a real rug jerker for me. For those of you who haven’t seen the ending-you gotta go watch it. Just less than 15 minutes of your time. Iconic. They did a remake of it once but it didn’t HIT the way it did the first time.

8. Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up?

A Bus making a stop realizes that there is one extra person among them is not accounted for and they may not be of this world. Now THIS is the originally ‘Among Us’ There is one more person on the manifesto and we gotta find out who the imposter is. This one just felt so witty and just the energy of the Moustache guy really stole the show for me as well as the diner chef. The twist was GREAT and I still catch myself thinking about it sometimes when I’m in a ‘ZONE’ mood

7. The Midnight Sun

The Earth is slowly falling into the Sun. We watch as a woman falls apart as the whole world around her burns. Now being a southern girl with a house whose ac loves to just BITE it in the DEAD of summer I FEEL this episode with all my soul. If you’re ever the littlest bit chilly, you watch ‘Midnight Sun’ and you can FEEL yourself melting along with this poor suffering woman in this apartment complex. Just watching these poor people just lose their minds to the heat is so real because just slight temperature changes just make people irrational and insane.

6. I sing the Body Electric

Children get a New Grandma! A ROBOT GRANDMA! This one is such a heart warming episode and concept, like if you don’t like scary stuff but still wanna know the Twilight Zone, you watch ‘Body Electric’ It’s very much a ‘Mary Poppins’ sort of story and it’s sweet and the way it explains what happens to the Grandmother once her job is done should be applied to all robots concepts of the afterlife. Plus the store the family goes to in order to make their custom grandma is kinda spooky. Like build a bear. But for Grandmas.

5. Number 12 looks JUST like you

In Future, You can be anyone you want to be, because the cosmetic surgery is Mandatory. One girl protests it. This one breaks my heart because for some people, this is reality, they’re pressured into changing even though they’re happy with their looks but society refuses to accept them. You know how in cartoons there’s the trope of the popular girls being surrounded by identical clones. That. It’s that. It’s often confused with another iconic episode that talks about how beauty is about perspective and what people will go thru to try and be the standard for society.

4. Night of the Living Doll

A little girl’s doll decides to teach an abusive Step Father a lesson. TALKY TINA WALKED. SHE FUCKING STRUTTED THAT RUNWAY MAMA. SO CHUCKY/TIFFANY/BRAHMNS/ANNABELLE COULD FUCKING RUN. She was the ORGINAL Doll that is up to NO GOOD. We are ROOTING for Talky Tina. She is a QUEEN. WE STAN A LEGEND. The Dad is such a douche bag I do not feel bad at ALL for what happens to him.

3. One for the Angels

A sidewalk sales man stalls for time to save another’s life from Death himself. This one is a sweet one, the salesman-Marky-is just so genuine and the ‘bumbling type that’s loved by kids’ and he’s a clever character, if you like the cheating of death story-you’ll love ‘One for the Angels’. And even if it ends a bit sad-it’s a happy kind of sad, a sad where you know that this is the good happy ending even if it’s a little bitter.

2. The Hunt.

An Old man and his Hound explore the trail to the afterlife. This one speaks to my backwoods southern heart-because there are dudes who are just that passionate and affectionate about their hounds. It also does the whole thing where the path to hell looks just as pretty as the one that lead to heaven. It feels like it’d be the kind of bluegrass song I’d hear about a guy narrowly missing ending up in Hell because he doesn’t want to be apart from his beloved dog.

HONORABLE MENTION: The Last Rites of Jeff Myrtle

A Young man dies....and comes back to life? Again another southern themed episode that speaks to me, mainly because Wake Culture is a thing where you have to sit up with the body to make sure they’re REALLY dead. Just the whole set up to the ending really just fools you. It’s the kind of story I feel like I would set up. I think I HAVE set up that kind of story with ‘The Diver Boy’ Comic

1. The Obsolete Man

Nothing I can say can compare to the perfection and the dark statement that The Obsolete Man makes. Nothing hits home that hard in that way. A horrible future where people get to decide what is obsolete and once it’s obsolete, it must go away forever.

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jobean12-blog · 5 years ago

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Thank you for being here for me during this difficult time 💜💜 could I request a fluffy fic with Bucky? They like each other and he's asked her out a few times but she feels she can't give him what he deserves in the future - a family and is afraid he would lose interest anyway if she told him the reason why

More than Forever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,501

Summary: Bucky wants to take you out so badly but every time he asks you turn him down. When Steve gives him a good idea he runs with it and finds out exactly why you’ve been telling him no.

Author’s Note: Hello my beautiful friend. Thank you for requesting this of me. I really hope I wrote it well and you enjoy it. Sending you love and hugs always and forever! Thank you all for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Soft angst (please read the request above), lots of soft Bucky and sweet fluff, a happy ending!!! :)

“Steve, I don’t get it. It seems like she really likes me but every time I try to ask her to dinner or anything she politely declines. Am I nuts?” Bucky stares at his best friend, confusion and hurt etched across his features while he waits for Steve’s answer. With a heavy sigh Steve shrugs, giving Bucky an apologetic look. “It doesn’t make sense to me either Buck. Any time I see you two together it certainly seems like she’s happy and enjoying your company. I’m as clueless as you are.”

Dropping his head, Bucky rakes his hand over this face and groans into his coffee. “Have you tried something like a movie night? Maybe she’ll respond to something less formal?” Looking up Bucky smiles for the first time that morning, standing and clapping Steve on the back. “I knew you were good for something. This whole time I keep suggesting date nights out somewhere, maybe just relaxing in our room is the right start. Thanks Pal.”

Steve shakes his head and smiles into his coffee, mumbling, “good for something…sheesh.” Later that day Bucky finds you in the laundry room, humming a sweet tune as you fold your clothes. “Hey doll.” You spin around, a pair of your lace underwear clutched to your chest. “OH! Hi Bucky! I didn’t hear you come in, you scared me!” He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but they quickly dip down to the red lace in your hands and his cheeks begin to match their color.

Whipping them behind your back you give him a sweet smile, a quiet “sorry,” passing your lips. “No, it’s ok, those are really pretty, I bet they look amazing.” As soon as the words leave his mouth Bucky slaps his hand over his face, letting out a muffled curse into his palm. You walk over to him and pull his hand away, kissing his cheek. “It’s ok and thank you.”

His eyes drop to your lips, lingering for longer than they should before he looks back to you. “Hey, so I was looking for you because I wanted to ask you something. Since I can’t seem to get you out to dinner maybe we could just watch a movie together this weekend? You know, nice and relaxed in our pjs!” His tone is so hopeful, and his eyes are so bright you wouldn’t be able to say no again anyway. “That sounds great! But only if I get to pick the movie!”

Bucky instantly agrees and walks over to hug you, crushing you to his chest with a quiet thank you. “I can’t wait doll.” He leaves you to your laundry and you can’t help but feel excited for Saturday but you also can’t get rid of the niggling voice in the back of your head, telling you, he won’t want this once he knows your secret.

The weekend arrives and you’ve only wanted to cancel on him 5 times, however, you could never bring yourself to do it, his happy face a permanent image in your mind. He arrives to your room right on time with snacks and drinks in hand, smiling from ear to ear. “You ready?!” Pushing back your doubts you focus on just how much you like him and how much you enjoy his company. “I am Buck. I’ve been looking forward to this!”

Once you’re both settled on the couch and curled up under the blanket you turn on the movie. Bucky had admitted to never seeing Star Wars, so you decided to start with episode 4 and show him what he’s been missing. Halfway through the movie his arm finds its way around your shoulder and your legs are resting in his lap. You lay your head against his chest and relax into his warmth.

The movie ends and Bucky pulls you closer, hooking his finger under your chin, “I loved it!” His lips are so close to yours and you can’t help the way you lean into him. “I knew you would,” you whisper, trying to control your body. “You know what my favorite part was?” You shake your head no, starting to feel dizzy from his closeness. “Being here with you and having you in my arms.” Those are the last words spoken before his lips meet your in a soft kiss. It’s better than you ever imagined, and you melt against him, hooking your arms around his neck. Bucky drags you into his lap and deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth as you open up for him.

The instant his hand brushes the warm skin along your stomach you pull away, all your insecurities rushing back and drowning you in a wave. “Bucky. I…I can’t,” you cry, getting off him and hurrying to the bathroom. “Doll?” he asks, running after you and lightly knocking on the door. “Baby, what happened? I’m sorry if that was too much. I didn’t mean to…I just…I like you. A lot.” You don’t answer, trying to hold back your sobs as your heart breaks.

He doesn’t say more and you’re starting to think he left until a small piece of paper slips under the door. ‘I’m going to sit out here in case you need me. Don’t feel pressured to come out, but I’m here when you’re ready.’ It makes you start to cry again, your hand covering your mouth as you sink to the floor. After what feels like an hour you slowly crack open the door and find Bucky sitting on the floor against the opposite wall.

He shoots up but doesn’t go to touch you, dropping his hand to his sides as he gives you a concerned look. “If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Fresh tears start to well up and you throw yourself at him, curling into his chest when he wraps you tight in his arms. For a few minutes you just cry, and he holds you, no words spoken. When you finally start to calm down, he picks you up and carries you to the couch.

With you seated in his lap he waits patiently while you gather your thoughts. “I’m sorry,” is the first thing you say, and he immediately starts to shake his head to disagree. “No, no, just wait, let me explain.” He snaps his mouth shut at that and focuses on you. “I’m sorry that I’ve been saying no to all your dates and I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful as to why. This is just very difficult and to be honest I’m worried that once I tell you, you won’t want to take me out anymore.”

A few stray tears run down your cheeks and he softly kisses them away. “Bucky,” you whisper, cradling his jaw in your hand. “It’s ok, doll. I’m not going to run away, no matter what you say.” Taking a deep breath, you look into his eyes and they’re free of judgement and it gives you the courage to continue.

“I like you too. A lot,” you say with a sad smile, “but I can’t give you a family, if that is something you were to want in the future. It’s not easy to talk about this and I didn’t want to lead you on thinking I could give that to you when I couldn’t.” Bucky’s silence makes the knot in your stomach tighter, a sob bubbling up in your throat.

He senses your panic and quickly takes your face in his hands. “That’s ok. It’s ok baby.” He watches you let out a shuddering breath before he goes on. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you’re hurting. I do want a family some day and I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that with you. But there are other ways for us to be a family. We could start by adopting a dog. Then maybe a kid or two…if that were something you would be willing to do. We could explore all the options. Together.”

The sob in your throat finally breaks free but this time it’s from relief. “Really, Bucky? You would consider doing that?” He smiles and it’s full of warmth and his eyes are full of truth as he vigorously shakes his head yes. “Of course. There are so many kids that need homes and dogs too! We could adopt 5 each!” he laughs, kissing your lips.

Time seems to slow as you once again find yourself in his lap with his strong arms caressing your skin. He parts your lips with his tongue and silently asks for permission as his fingers smooth over your hips and dig into the soft flesh. You pull away to take a breath, smiling against his lips when he asks, “so does these mean you’ll finally let me take you to dinner?” With an enthusiastic nod you push him down on the couch, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him again.

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anime-of-the-day · 3 years ago

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My Top Posts in 2021

Anime of the day: Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu Love!

Alt Title: Cute High Earth Defense Club LOVE!

Released: 2015

Please stop here. You need this anime in your life.

Magic girls can go shove off, because we have magical boys! And it’s not like the boys turn into girls, no they wear their adorable magic with pride! A magical pink wombat gives a group of five boys magic powers and now they must defend the world from lovelessness. They fight against a green hedgehog and his cronies. And they fight some super strange enemies. If you’re looking for something serious you should do it elsewhere because this anime is nothing but a fun blast of 12 episodes. BUT WAIT there's more. The sequel includes 12 more episodes of these defenders, defending the world with love. I really liked this show. It’s sad that I didn’t find it till after it aired. The characters would also make an adorable cosplay so like there is that. To find all the music from this anime is super easy, just look up “Earth Defence Club” on Spotify. The opening, “絶対無敵☆Fallin' LOVE☆” is on my playlist. It’s a bop. Everything is a bop with this anime.

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48 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 00:30:48 GMT

Anime of the day: Random Pull List

Did you know I’ve been doing this for 280 days? In honor of these many days that I’ve posted anime nonsense, here is a random pull list of 10. Remember I put the whole, extremely long, list into a randomizer and take the top 10 from it.

Tonari no Kyuuketsuki-san

This is a cute yuri like anime about a girl obsessed with dolls who bumps into a vampire and essentially moves into her house and is now obsessed with her.

Megalobox:

This anime is a boxing anime. It’s second season is wonderful; however, it was quite different from the first. Nevertheless it was a great anime.

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50 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 23:30:59 GMT

Anime of the day: Adachi to Shimamura

Alt title: Adachi and Shimamura

Released: 2020

Normally I try to vary the kinds of anime I write about everyday, but that’s made my anime list a bit messy with red. Instead I’m being lazy and will just write about them in the order they are on the list, which is who I could remember first and not watch order.

This anime is a shoujo ai, and it’s an extremely soft one at that. There are these two girls who skip class together and play table tennis. They weren’t friends at first but they got there eventually. They become attached to one another and develop an actual friendship. That is till one catches feelings. Instead of dividing them the feelings strengthen their relationship as they both try to figure out their feelings while also not losing their precious friend.

The story is a little complicated and it focuses on the characters growth and development. It was a really refreshingly light yuri. However, this is also a little bit of a problem for me. While the feelings were confessed it didn’t seem to me like any real romantic progress was clearly made by the last episode. They can come off as just really close friends. Either Way I really enjoyed this anime. The comedic elements were very organic.

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Anime of the day: The Cat Returns

Alt Title: Neko no Ongaeshi

Released: 2002

I’m just going to open myself to the firing squad. I’ve already mentioned this before but this is my favorite Ghibli. This was also my first Ghibli. It’s super special to me and I love watching it. It’s about Haru who accidentally saves a cat prince and then is kidnapped to become his bride. With the help of her friends Muta and Baron, Haru must escape the Cat Kingdom or she will stay a cat forever. The sound track for this anime is perfect. I have no negatives when it comes to this anime. Weirdly enough it’s one of the few anime I’ve ever watched and enjoyed in English. Plus everyone has a crush on Baron by the end of the movie. Its perfect.

Plus the memes are priceless.

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Anime of the day: Josee to Tora to Sakana-tachi

Alt Title: Josee, the Tiger and the Fish

Released: 2020

Tsuneo is focused on college. He works multiple jobs to help him towards his dream. So when a nicely paying job watching over a girl comes up, he takes it. This girl is Josee. She lives confined to her house. Her grandmother doesn’t trust the world with Josee because she is in a wheelchair. Now these two are stuck together and figuring it out along the way.

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blonde-toddy · 4 years ago

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Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 8

So the finale is here.

And baby do we need some resolutions.

This one is titled "After the Rain"

I hope that's a good thing.

Couples montage then lonely Violet. She was blissfully in love with her husband, that's for sure. 8 facking kids worth.

Yes Simon and Daphne are a love match....but they are ripping my heart out right now.

Why are they being so cold?!?!

Way to reference the ruse Daphne. Ugh.

I'm glad that King Granville is here.

Yes push those assholes together.

That shoulder touch. See, irresistible. They are all about each other.

The very picture of devotion, indeed.

Benny and Eloise!!!!

She's wearimg that ugly neck thing again.

No Benny, she thinks Delacroix is Whistledown.

What?!?! Francesca is coming back.

Oh Marina you still pregnant.

Now you shipping Penelope and Colin. That's not weird or anything seeing as you were ready to trap his ass.

Something is amiss!

For Violet to be so wise with her sons, she's awfully thick when it comes to Daphne. I just don't understand.

Daphne is done done done with Violets advice.

I ain't mad at her.

Aww Portia is trying to finesse her way back in. Violet can't stand her.....

Okay Daphne! Let's just hand out all kinds of forgiveness today.

Oh shit. Sir Crane!

Daphne and Portia are GONE!

Ooooh her beloved is dead dead dead.

Yeah girllllllll. All that time you thought he abandoned you. And he was at war.....shit.

What a pill.

I'm glad Daphne has some kind of friend.

Daphne and Marinas storylines are kind of bizarrely parallel.

Jesus Eloise, wtf!

Awww she's trying to save her friend.

I don't think Delacroix is Whistledown.

Oh this is so uncomfortable.....Benny on the low shit.

That shoulder shrug was cute.

"Lock. The door "

Where you going Daphne....what you doing?

Your Graces.

Awww Daphne is still trying.

Damn Simon if she deserves it, step up and give it to her.

Will and Alice ❤

Aw shit Will took Featheringtons bait.

This can't be good.

The deed to the crib?!

This man is out of his mf mind.

Stop it with Anthony and Sienna already!

Simon knows Will is up to something..........

Oh shit he's still there.

Marina you better marry him.

You a damn fool.

Good luck.....you're missing tf out I think.

Right, Portia, right.

Oh she definitely still pregnant.

What are you looking for Daphne?

Ooooh she found the letters he wrote to his father.

And she's reading the mfs.

Oh man.

Yeah girl. It's fucking awful.

Here we go again with hoe ass Anthony.

Under the bleachers. Okay you freaks.

And Will throws the fight.

Featherington is so full of shit and those bookies know he played them. That is going to go horribly. I guaranfuckingtee it.

Simon knows whats up....but he's in no position to judge ANYBODY right now.

Daphne getting serious insight.

I appreciate the relationship between Daphne and Lady Danbury.

She needs someone to be straight with her.

She's giving that mother-in-law type advice and I love it.

You really out here judging him Simon.

Will fucked up but he's still right! Worry about your wife and your life! What's this really about?!

Oh Portia...don't get too excited.

That shits coming back around.

Breakfast together. Is this progress?

Daphne has a peace about her.

She ain't giving up on her man.

To Bridgerton House they go to see Dear Francesca.

Simon is so charming. He is duplicitous af!

Suddenly everyone is just cool with everything. Okay.

Must be the edibles.

Yes girl, look at your hot husband. He is impressive.

Um. Eloise. I think you're wrong boo.

Everybody doesn't have the advantages you have homie! I'm glad Penelope checks her when she gets on that high horse.

Simon with the kiddos just laying it on thick for my girl Daph. Teasing the fuck out of her.

Even Anthony looks all proud and shit.

Delacroix still finds away to shade Portia and it's hilarious.

He lost her mf dowry.

Yes Marina. The bun is still in the oven.

Hastings house is lavish af!

Gawd that picture.

This is not the end. No. No. No.

I share in the doctors exasperation.

Idk what the fuck has happened to Anthony to turn him on his head like this.

Ok mf! You know what, take Sienna to the ball.

Finally giving her the love she deserves from you.

Oh look at these assholes looking at themselves.

"You wound me."

She's light roasting him again and it's lovely.

Come on my babies. Get it together. Y'all are precious.

Also if I ever marry, I want a regal ass portrait like that.

She wants to dance with her man. Same, girl. I want to, and I want you to, too.

Oh we have classic bantering Simon and Daphne.

Come. On. Already.

Fix it.

Fuck....the way they look at each other.

Welp. Party time.

Noooo not one LAST dance.

Ok Will flexed for his baby.

Simon still looking all judgy. Man you better get your own house in order.

Eloise is a living doll, but she's not here for the fellas just yet....or maybe ladies. Or maybe nothing at all. We'll see with her. Just not yet.

I appreciate the evolution of her and Daphnes relationship.

Aww Mr. Finch.

Portia flexing. "The Duchess extended an invitation, personally." She made sure they knew how connected she was.

They're still roasting her wack ass husband though. But fuck him.

Yep he's fucked.

Wtf does Benny do at these balls?

Awe Colin and Penelope.

Penelope bout to confess.

Well Colin killed that. Like dead in the water.

Ya boy is going to Greece.

Sorry Pen. The confession must wait.

Shes devastated. Hell nah she ain't dancing.

Oh Eloise...now is not the time.

Eloise got all that tea!!!!

Hold up this footman looks cheeky. More of him maybe.

Anthony bout to scoop his lady......SIKE.

Sienna pitting an end to this shit.

Anthony you've let her down one too many times.

And Sienna apparently has no desire to put on airs.

Are you sorry though?

And wtf do you do now?

Toss the flowers. Check.

Aww she saved Whistledown.

What a peach.

Come on assholes. Look at y'all looking at each other.

And he still plans on leaving.

Lady Danbury out here dropping wisdom. Listen, Simon, listen!

I honestly do think it's different for them. I think it's different for everyone.

Oh Daphne, Violet is dropping hot ones this time.

What a fucking pep talk.

And now they dance!!!!!

Its that slo-mo smoldering stare for me.

More rain?!

Daphne letting that shit wash her worries away. Go girl.

I mean y'all are cute but this is Daphne and Simons moment.

Cheers to the cane of Lady Danbury.

Danbury put everyone out. Her matchmaking and scheming never end.

At least Simon stayed in the rain with her.

Look at them.....

She told him bout the letters!!!!

Idk man. This love confession is on par with "I burn for you."

She wants to stay with you and love you every day. Man you have a rider. Y'all have dragged each other through the shits. Y'all need this rain.

But there's this lovely thing called a choice.

You really just gonna let her walk away this time and NOT follow her?!

Fucking hell.

Meanwhile at Featherington house.

Oh fuck.

Lord Featherington is dead. I knew that shit was going to blow up.

Fuck. Poor Portia.

Daphne just chilling.

Oh. Ok. Here comes the Duke.

Oh come on Simon. Yes you do. You know EXACTLY what to do.

Nothing else matters when y'all tangled up in them sheets.

They are just so tender!

Yes! Take it to the bed.

Daphne kissing on Simons neck and wanting to give him pleasure and affection >>>>>>>>

A million times over. Its fucking hot. Look at her honing her skillset.

Ride the mf girl!

Ok then! Flip that ass!!!

Out here long stroking the fuck out of her. Got dang.

Oh now you bout to hit that ecstacy.

Is a "congratulations" or "good job" in order?

These beautiful assholes!!!!

I just love them.

All this build up for Simon to ejaculate inside Daphne....but so worth it.

Awww poor Penelope.....

Eloise is convinced Whistledown is Delacroix.

I do love Portia.

Her and Marina grew to an understanding I think.

Marina girl, I think you're making a wise choice marrying your baby daddys brother. Just saying.

Who tf inheriting the Featherington Estate? And have we met them?

Hyacinth is forever in my heart.

Simon and Daphne got that glowwwwww.

Awwe Anthony is all broken up over Sienna.

Ahh yes Anthony, a loving union is the problem. I'm ready for your drama Hoe.

Aha! I knew Delacroix wasn't Whistledown.

Ooooh Eloise!

And you saved her ass.

Really?!?! Pen?!

I can see it a bit.

Aww Daphne is having a baby!!! She got her wish!!!

Simon looks equal parts terrified and amazed.

Aw yall keeping the alphabetical name tradition. How fucking cute.

But you know what, I'm here for it and I find myself satisfied.

And also thirsty!

That's why I went right back and started the series right over again. Yes I did. And I'm proud of that.

Now I will start the books and obsess about season 2.

What a beautiful much needled ride during these times. I feel alive again.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years ago

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Hi doll! Can I ask for a Tom Hiddleston x reader. Tom’s girlfriend takes a seizure at work, he gets called to tell him about it and what happened to her, but its fluffy please🧡🧡🧡

A/N: I’m so sorry I took forever to write this. Hope you find this okay 🙈

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Tom/Loki Taglist: @delightfulheartdream @what-a-flammable-heart

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8:05 am

“No fucking way!” You scrambled awake, cursing as you hunted for your phone which was nowhere to be found even after you threw the sheets around, almost knocking your sleeping boyfriend off the bed in the process.

“Shit shit shit!!” You repeated, your muttering stirring Tom awake.

Needless to say the alarm hadn’t gone off, making you awfully late for work. Tom on the other hand, had the day off and now you were upset that your little ruckus awoke him too.

“Do you need help finding something darling?” He asked, voice laced with sleep.

“No no. Please go back to sleep. I’m sorry!” Apologizing profusely, you ran into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

“I’ll make you some coffee.” He called out as you slammed the door shut.

11:30 am

Should’ve accepted that cup of coffee, now my head hurts. Great job (Y/N).

The late start to your day had cascading effects - you had to skip breakfast, run to work which thankfully wasn’t too far from your apartment, and you forgot to pack your medications in the process which worried you.

That worry soon turned into anxiety because you knew what happened next, you knew just too well. It happened almost all the time, it always did when you’d have days like today. The hypoglycemia making your mouth dry and lips tingly.

“(Y/N)! Are you even listening?” Your friend, Janet waved her hands in front of your face in attempts to break you from your trance.

“Huh? Y-yeah sorry. What were you saying?” Giving yourself a mental shake, you willed your body to cooperate.

“We have a presentation in five. Now come on.”

Sadly not for long though.

As soon as you got up, grabbing the report files, your vision went black and the last thing you remembered was trying to grab onto the chair you sat in and the alarmed look of your colleague.

1:00 pm

Tom ran through the hospital lobby as fast as his legs would take him, looking for your colleague who had called him from your in case of emergency contacts after you collapsed from a particularly bad epileptic episode in your office.

A string of emotions ran through him as he received the call - panic, worry, anger for being kept in the dark about your tendencies, everything.

“Hi. Are you Tom?” A voice asked, making him turn his head in the direction. The woman matched the description you had given long ago while narrating a story once.

“Yes! You must be Janet?”

“How is she? What happened?” Tom enquired as they shook hands.

“She had a seizure at around twelve in the office, she wasn’t looking all that well plus she said she didn’t each much. I got her here because she didn’t have the meds either.”

“I had no idea...”

“The doctors said missing the medications and work stress may have triggered it. She’s awake if you’d like to see her.”

“Thank you for bringing her here, and for calling me.” He offered her a grateful smile before going in the direction of your room.

A wave of relief washed through him as Tom saw you lying on the bed looking smaller than he remembered, but at least you were fine now. Opening of the door brought your attention to the intruder as you craned your neck to see who it was.

“Oh hi.” Your voice quiet as your fingers messed with the edges of the blanket they had insisted you have. Embarrassed and afraid, you waited for Tom to begin first.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, closing the door behind him, expression unreadable.

“I’m okay now. The doctors insist I stay the night for some routine tests and changes in my medication.” Keeping your eyes on the IV drip attached to your hand, you mumbled.

He walked over to your bed and kneeled, taking your hand in his.

“I’m glad you’re okay love. You had me worried.” Tom whispered, kissing the back of your hand softly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize. I feel terrible for not having known your condition previously. Why didn’t you mention anything?”

“I-I don’t know, I just—” tears already gathering as you tried to blink them away.

“Hey, look at me, I’m not mad.” Gently he cupped your face to make you look at him, as you did, you felt 100 times terrible. He seemed so sad and concerned.

“I care about you, a lot. And it would be good if I knew what the emergency was you know, as the contact chosen in case of one.” Tom attempted to make you smile, which worked because you gave him a teary one, sniffling.

“I know I know. I promise to be more open henceforth.” you nodded, leaning into his touch as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Good. I love you, (Y/N).” Tom whispered, his eyes full of love and adoration.

“I love you too.”

PS: To the sweet anon who requested this, I hope you’re doing well and in case you suffer from seizures, I hope you’re taking the required treatment. Sending hugs your way!

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fic #rpf #marvel rpf #british actor rpf #tom hiddleston fandom

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antoxsmith · 5 years ago

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Warnings: smut, some praise kink, slight fluff

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: Negan appears inside your appartment as you watch The Walking Dead. He is everything you wanted, and more.

NEGAN MASTERLIST

Inspired by:

Tik-fuckin-tok.

You looked at your digital watch hanging on the wall next to the television, impatient, waiting for the episode to start and hoping work didn’t call you in again. After that long, horrific week that you just had; this was the highlight you needed so you could finish your Sunday in happiness; wrapped in the sweet arms of The Walking Dead’s plot.

When you finally saw the commercials come to an end, you shifted into a comfortable position and started to eat the chocolates, eager. After a second you choked; Negan’s face all over the screen in a cocky smile that you could see he was giving to one of his lieutenants.

“Lord. Have mercy.” you whispered as you drooled for the fearless leader of the saviors. After almost a season you just couldn’t have enough of him, his features, the way he spoke…Fair to say that he was your favorite character.

As the episode went by you couldn’t do much but thank God for blessing you with so many Negan scenes; all while throwing chocolate into your mouth until you finished the bowl. Just after that, you began feeling the weight of the week in your shoulders and eyelids; threatening to fall asleep.

Before you could; the episode went back again to Negan. You chuckled in tired awe; seeing how he raised Lucille to kill someone. Then; out of nowhere, he disappeared. You looked confused at the nicely done effects; as the saviors too; looked confused; still kneeling.

“What the-” you mumbled; you had read the comics. Negan wasn’t a sorcerer of any kind.

“Oh shit!” you heard from the kitchen; a familiar voice shouting. Your eyes opened widely, quickly and quietly moving from the sofa to stand next to the TV. You heard loud footsteps from whom you thought was here to rob you, coming to the living room. You felt goosebumps on your spine as you quickly called emergencies; but still, you weren’t scared. That voice…

Just as someone picked up; the footsteps came into the living room your heart nearly stopped at the shock, your trembling fingers stopping the call. “Negan!?” you gasped out loud with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your voice making him take a step back in surprise; but his gaze quickly changed to a mostly stern one. He had Lucille, wore that leather jacket; even had that fantastic salt and pepper beard you loved to stare at; and he was right fucking there.

He looked at you as if you were crazy or stupid. Maybe both.

“Where the fuck are we; doll?” He asked, looking around. “I was about to bash someone’s head in; and having a hell of a party!” He grinned with a trace of anger.

When you didn’t answer fast enough; he looked back at you with piercing eyes, impatient. “Speak when you are spoken to.” he imparted, his loud voice making you flinch. Your hands weren’t trembling anymore, but they sure as hell were sweating; even more as he slowly walked closer to you and invaded your personal space.

“Uh at… my… my house?” you mumbled, your legs feeling like jelly for the way he looked at you and his approach. You knew that look; the one he gave people when they were making him angry after fucking up; in silence, but scarier than you thought. “It’s… 2020. We are in the real, the healthy…” you mumbled, and he raised an eyebrow expectantly, “...world.”

He looked at you for what felt like forever; and then, out of nowhere… he smirked.

“Look, honey. Sweet cheeks as ever; by the way-,” he started, making you chuckle as a teenager in love, suddenly forgetting everything else. He noticed and his eyes darkened; but you didn’t mind. “You might want to tell me the truth, or I-” He stopped himself, as he heard Rick’s voice, looking past you into the TV.

Now that was a confused Negan. His lips were even parted slightly as he looked at the characters in the series planning their attack to the Sanctuary, not able to understand what was going on.

“Oh, some cock-sucking information on Rick the prick!” He said out of nowhere, taking a seat on the sofa. You stayed still, disbelieving his disconcerting behavior. Wasn’t he taken back at seeing the working plasma TV with people talking about him in full definition?

His voice snapped you back to reality. “Hey, sweetcheeks.” He spoke without turning to look at you. You hummed questioningly in response, knowing he was talking to you. “Come sit next to me.” He said almost kindly, but you knew better. This was an order.

You did as you were told and even as much as you wanted to look at the screen; see what was he so mesmerized about, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him or the weapon on his lap. At this point you were convinced that you were lucid dreaming. What a great imagination.

“Doll?” he mumbled.

“Yes?” you almost whispered, too scared to wake up if you spoke louder. His jaw was tight, his hair taken back and you wondered how did he manage to smell so fucking good in the middle of the apocalypse; the tangy aroma filling your nostrils.

“Are you enjoying the view?”

Your cheeks turned red, but you giggled and nodded. “Actually, yes. A lot.”

Just then, he looked back at you, raising one of his full eyebrows. A smile appeared on his lips after a minute and he chuckled at your sweet giggles. “So, you spend your days like this? Looking at… us, I guess?” He asked, tilting his head and motioning to the TV with a nod. You nodded cheerfully.

“Wanna see something?” you asked, already looking for the Netflix page on your phone. He looked at you, confused; and waited. However, you did not fail to see his hand leaving Lucille aside and his other arm going over your seat, barely touching your shoulders. “Here’s you.” You showed him a picture of him in the last episode. He quickly read over what you showed him, taking the phone from your hand. You smiled at his proximity.

“A comic?” He asked, looking up to you from the screen. “And how the hell do they know about Lucille? My last work, too?” He kept on asking as if you knew.

“Eh, well you are… you are a…” You traced off, your voice getting smaller. You took the phone from him; scared of him seeing his fate. “A character?” You failed to seem sure. He laughed.

“Alright. That’s a good one.” He said cockily. “This one was good. Did someone at The Sanctuary put you up to this?”

You looked at him and just gulped.

“I could ask you the same.” You answered.

He stroked his beard, not seeming too worried about it. You weren’t, either. Just very fucking confused. He didn’t stop looking at you; his chin up and shoulders back.

“Alright… If you are telling the truth, then… Can you order italian food?” He asked as if he was tempting the grounds.

You giggled and nodded. Without thinking too much about it, you called your favorite restaurant, feeling his eyes set on you as you ordered spaghetti and rolls. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that you knew that; and you chuckled, smiling proudly to him while still on the phone.

The next hour; you spent answering his questions and telling him about the modern world; the things that changed from before. He didn’t buy it, until…

“Holy shit I am in another dimension!” He shrieked, spaghetti and rolls in front of him on the small table you had in the living room. Just then he did believe you. You chuckled and nodded. “You really think that corona-whatever-the-fuck stuff is like the flu? Maybe the world is going to shit again. Wouldn’t like to be here for that again.”

“I guess. Work has been awful because of it.” You mumbled, trying not to think about that too much. “Hey, you asked me a lot of stuff. Can I ask you now?” you said as you began to eat.

“Sure. Why do you ask for permission?” He said, and you just looked at him in silence. Really? “Okay. I get it.” He understood that look, and you giggled. “I am not that fucking bad.”

You hesitated a bit, but then you spoke. “You killed Glenn and Abe, and everyone hated you because of that. I don’t.” you shrugged, unaware of Negan’s lingering eyes and mesmerized smile. “Rick killed a whole outpost. But that’s a conversation no one is ready for; yet, I guess.” You looked down at your plate and sighed. “Then you have a sense of humor that kind of relaxes me. A bit evil; like that time you killed Carson and laughed about it; or when you burned Mark’s face. People used that kind of thing to say you are a monster.” You kept on talking, never knowing when to shut up; but Negan liked it. He didn’t even touch his spaghetti anymore, all of his concentration set on you. “But then again you have morals. Not like the Governor or Alp- Well, not like others. You steal stuff, so that makes you the bad guy; but I kind of get it, somehow. You feed hole families; the Sanctuary even has a system for points and shit. And your wives; well. They are there for their own sake really. I don’t know why they act as if it was something bad. I mean, look at you-!” you shut your mouth, your cheeks turning red. You looked up from your plate just then, hoping he wasn’t gripping Lucille or something.

Instead, he was resting his chin on his hand with a playful gaze while staring at you, smirking softly. “What about me?” He asked leaning forward, dilated pupils. You instantly felt your thighs clenching from the way he was looking at you.

“You are… quite… handsome?” You answered nervously. He laughed out loud, but didn’t move.

“Anything else?” He asked.

You bit your lip. You wanted to tell him everything you really thought about him and the times you had fantasized about him, but you couldn't. You were too shy.

He noticed how you felt, and he sit back on his chair again, staring at you as if he could see straight into your core. Then he licked his lips and moved his fingers signaling you to come closer, making you clench your thighs together again.

Without hesitation you got up and walked towards him, stopping next to his seat. He looked up to you and you found weirdly pleasant how he could be looking up and still be the one dominating the situation.

“Sit.” He mumbled.

You grabbed the closest chair, but he stopped you; smirking: “Not there, sweet cheeks.”

Then you got it. You bit the insides of your mouth nervously, thinking about it for a second but… hell. It was Negan. If there was a man you couldn’t say ‘no’ to, was him. You forced yourself to move and placed your body on his lap insecurely straddling him, trying not to put all your weight on him.

You heard his subtle laugh just before his arms went over your body, tangling on your waist and pressing you hard towards him, making you whimper involuntarily and look at him through your lashes.

“Tell me more. What was that you were saying? Oh, right. About my wives being lucky.” He grinned, looking down at your lips seductively.

You gulped, trying to relax your body. “I… well, I think that you benefit them a lot.” You mumbled. He looked as if he approved what you said, so you kept speaking. He kept holding you close, running a lingering hand on your back. “And you never force them to any-“ you stopped talking as Negan approached your neck, the tip of his nose barely grazing your skin. He hummed questioningly for you to keep on talking, and you obeyed. “Y-you could make any of them happy if they saw past your façade and I…” you gasped softly as you felt him kiss your tender skin. You placed your hand on his shoulders. “I think you…” you tried to keep on talking, even though it was hard to think as he slightly bit your skin, “… you are amazingly good at leading people and…” you moaned softly as he ran his tongue through your collarbone and sucked, leaving a hickey right where your bones found each other in the middle of your collarbones. “Negan…”

He looked up to your eyes and his smirk was gone. Instead, he licked his lips in a languid expression you couldn’t quite recognize, but he kept looking down to your lips and then back again to your eyes. “You think you know me?” He asked, demanding.

You held his gaze and slowly nodded, looking down to his lips too. “I do.”

“And?” He asked, recognizing how you were holding back, his fingers on the small of your back slowly moving up.

“And I- I think you are everything anyone could ever want.” You mumbled feeling terribly cheesy. He chuckled at your sweetness.

You looked at each other in silence, his only movement being the hand on your back. Just then you were able to notice something hard pressing against your bottom. You came back to reality as his fingers touched your hair, locking onto your nape and bringing you down to him.

As his lips pressed roughly against yours you felt as if your stomach was boiling, melting against his touch. You placed your much more relaxed hand and locked it over his bearded cheek, just as his tongue pushed past and made you squirm, your tongue rolling warmly with his.

You felt his hands feeling your arms, your thighs, as if to believe you were really there before daring to do something else. You were too mesmerized, as if into another dimension. You decided to take one step further; breaking the kiss and kissing his neck almost sweetly, if it wasn’t for your tongue going over his skin softly and your hips moving roundly over him.

“Such a good girl.” He grunted, his hand leaving your hair and going down your spine, his fingers trailing down your ass. You smiled proudly and kept on sensually assaulting his neck, while your hands undid the zipper of his leather jacket. You could almost feel his grin as he helped you take it off and toss it aside. Just as you were about to go back to his neck, you felt him grip your thighs and get up. You whimpered softly but locked your hands on his shoulders as he slammed his lips against yours again.

He sat down on the sofa you had been on earlier and pulled you closer again, not breaking the kiss as he lifted your shirt softly and touched your naked skin. His fingers were hot and strong, making you take off your shirt yourself.

“No bra, sweet cheeks?” He asked provocatively, making your cheeks turn red once again. “You are fucking perfect.” He said as one of his hands kept lingering on your back, while the other softly trailed over your torso. You were on cloud nine, feeling him hardening against your bottom. You tilted your head to the side, as he began kissing your neck again, this time much softer; going down to your collarbone, and unexpectedly taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around it until it was hard and perky; his stubble leaving little marks over your skin.

“Negan… can I…” you mumbled, shyness washing over you once again. But the look he gave you, full of lust, was enough to get you going. You separated from him and stood up, your curvy body making him lick his lips.

You unbuttoned your pants, taking them off slowly and moving your hips provocatively; your pink panties showing. When you looked back at him, his jaw was tight, as he tried to control himself. Just a second later, you kneeled before him, licking your lips.

He smirked widely, understanding now. “You are going to have to tell me what you want, baby.” His thumb touched your chin, softly, keeping you in place. Just when you thought you were about to chicken out; you pushed yourself a little and wrapped your lips on his finger. You would’ve smiled at the look he gave you; but instead, you twirled your tongue around it and sucked softly.

“Please, Negan.” You pouted, your hands going over his crotch already.

“You know the magic words.” He smirked to you, undoing his pants but not giving you what you wanted. “Say it.” For the way he looked at you, this time it was an order.

“Please let me suck your cock, daddy.”

Negan chuckles, his brows raising as he hears the nickname. “Ask and you shall-fucking-receive, darling.”

He unzipped his jeans and you bit your lip as you finally saw his length. Wasting no time, you lean forward, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock. He licks his lips and carefully takes your hair into his hand, helping you get it out of the way. You kept on teasing him, your tongue running over his length countless times. Negan looks at you, and he knows. He knows how bad he needed this. To be just a fucking man; not a savior, not a leader. Just a man with a woman that actually understood him.

He was taken back from his thoughts when you took him into your mouth, his size only allowing you to go halfway. He moaned softly and looked down at you. “That’s my good girl.” He said, meeting your sweet eyes, mouth full, and you hummed; feeling already wet from how much he teased you, and now from his words. As you sucked on him, he took off his white shirt.

You pulled back and movde your mouth up and down slowly, your hand helping you touch the rest of his length. Negan grunted as you took him down your throat and kept looking at him deliciously. “That’s it, keep looking at me, baby.” He ordered, as you pushed a bit further into his length. “Oh, fuck, princess…” His words dissolved into a throaty moan as his neck arched in pleasure.

Your other hand slowly came down, and you feel yourself. You were creaming over him, your panties wet in your arousal. You moaned softly and circled your fingers over your sensitive, wet skin, your mouth going up and down his length just as far as you could take it.

He looked down at you and tiltted his head to the side, spotting your hand inside your underwear. He stopped your sucking, and griped your hair softly; taking you off him. You pouted, and he smirked. “Who the fuck said you could touch yourself?” He asked, taking your hand and bringing you back up to his lap.

You bit your lip. “I am s-sorry.” You mumbled, but you felt his cock just right there pressing against your bottom; your underwear being the only thing that kept you from feeling him. The eagerness made you roll your hips and quickly he thrust up, making you feel him against your clitoris. “Please.” You plead; your red, parted red and swollen lips making him groan.

“You touched yourself. I have to punish you now, baby…” He said, but you are simply too much for him to not take right now. His hands gripped your ass and you rolled your hips again.

“Please, daddy.” You plead again, and that’s where he loses it; punishment leaving his mind. He could take care about that later.

He moved your panties aside and you whimpered in expectation, as his fingers gently touched your folds. “You are so fucking wet for me, sweetcheeks. What have you been thinking about?” He asked as if he didn’t know already, while circling your swollen clitoris slowly and keeping his eyes on yours. He just fucking loved eye contact.

“A-about you, Negan. About you fucking me...” You moaned, your eyes closing in pleasure. He smirked as he saw you give yourself to him, melting under his touch. He positioned himself and you only notice when he pushes inside, making you open your eyes and moan loudly, gripping onto him as he thrusts all of his length into you. The little pain you feel is completely washed over by the pleasure he gives you; kissing your neck as he waited for you to relax.

“Fuck, honey. Where have you been all my life, huh?” He moaned as your walls held him tightly, as if your body didn’t want to let him go… ever.

“Please. Please, Negan…” you gasped, looking at him with narrow eyes and parted lips.

“What, honey? What do you want?” He asked as he kissed right under your ear.

“Please fuck me.” You moaned, too lost into what you feel to be shy anymore. You didn’t care; you needed him.

He smirked and you once again came back to reality as his fingers touched your hair, locking onto your nape and bringing you down to him just like the first time. You kissed back, and suddenly felt the intense fear of losing him. However, it went away when he started thrusting up into you slowly, taking your moans into his mouth. He felt amazing inside of you and completed you just as you needed and imagined; making you squirm and moan his name as the wet, sinful noises turned you on a little more.

When he felt your hips moving with him, he groaned and let go of your lips. Still, he holds you in place and looked straight into your narrowing, greedy eyes. “Fuck, baby. You look so beautiful with my whole dick inside of you.” He praised and you moaned loudly. “Oh, you like that? You like when daddy tells you how fucking lovely you look when he pounds into you?” He asked and you shamefully nodded too many times. He chucklds lowly and you felt his hand let go of your nape; now his fingers locked on your hips. With that he started moving faster, harder, and you felt yourself clench onto him. “So fucking good for me, princess. I am going to cum inside of you, so, so much. You’d like that, baby girl?” He asked between his own throaty moans and grunts, the noise of your skin slapping his making you feel your whole body as if you were in fire.

“Yes! Please, please! I need your cum inside of me.” You moaned and he smirked, amused. Then he stopped moving; out of nowhere. “W-What… Negan, please.” You mumbled as you moved your hips but it wasn’t nearly as enough friction.

“You want something else. I can see it in your eyes.” He said, making you bite your lip in shyness. It’s hard for him to keep himself from pounding into you but he felt like he needed to give you the best sex you’ll ever have. He knew you were too shy to ask for what you wanted yourself, so he does. He kissed your neck once again, and you finally felt your body relax again. “How do you want it, princess?” He asked into you ear, and you squirmed. “Show me.”

You smiled softly and kissed his cheek, taking him by surprise. He was used to the kinky, to the pain, the foreplay... but not the sweetness. Noticing his surprised gaze, you got up and took Negan’s hand. He obeyed, even though he was still a bit taken back by your gesture. He didn’t have too much time to think about it anyway, because you climbed back up the sofa, on all fours; your body asking for him to fuck you like that.

Negan smirked and wasted no time, positioning himself in you entrance. Sharply, he thrust inside and you both moaned as he held your waist. “It’s like you were fucking made for me.” He snarled, just as he started moving.

You moaned loudly and gripped onto the sofa, arching your back in pleasure as he pounded into you hard and fast, just as you wanted. “Negan… Oh, God- Negan…” you cried out as he moved even faster; as if your moans of his name light up something on him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop.” You plead and he grunts, the sound of your skin slapping not enough for him. He slapped your ass; not too hard, not too soft. Just fucking perfect, making you feel your walls tighten around him and your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, sweetcheeks, you tighten so good.” He moaned as he kept on moving. “Come the fuck here.” He gripped your hair, yanking you back until his chest was pressed against your back, moving your head aside until you are able to look at him. “I swear, angel; you look so fucking beautiful while I fuck you.”

You moaned as he looked into your eyes and thrusted into you, making your legs tremble. He didn’t stop even though he noticed, and you felt his hand leave your hair, instead wrapping around your neck. “Oh, daddy!”

“Are you going to cum for me, baby girl?” He asked, but you don’t need to answer as you screamed his name over and over again as well as some profanities, your walls clenching around him. He knew. He knew you were so close. Out of mercy, his fingers left your neck and instead circled your clitoris. Once, twice. The third time, you screamed his name and your thighs trembled, reaching your orgasm as he whispered into your ear how much of his good girl you were and how beautiful you looked.

Your sight was blurry, and after a few seconds you realized the tears of pleasure leaving your eyes as Negan continued to push into you, the overwhelming sensations making you grip onto his hands. You wished you had wanted him to stop, but you didn’t. You just wanted more.

“That’s it baby girl” He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier, harder. “Fuck, I am gonna cum inside your pussy, sweetcheeks.” He managed to say and a moment after, he was holding you in place as he came deep inside you, groaning and mumbling every profanity you had ever heard. You felt your insides pulsating and coating under his seed; making you moan once again, in satisfaction.

After a sweet, lingering minute, he came out of you, panting. You turned around, exhausted, but you couldn’t stop looking at him. He smiled softly and even though he was very fucking tired too, he lifted you up in his arms once again. “To the right, the first door on the left.” You mumbled as you rested your head on the crook of his neck, the feeling of him cum coming out of you not bothering you at all.

Once you were there, he set you down on the bed and slowly laid next to you, looking at the ceiling, the sound of a firework from the distance reminding him of where he was. You smiled softly; your eyes threatening to shut, but you managed to rest your head on his chest and pay close attention to the sound of his heart.

“Why don’t you sleep?” he asked as he noticed you were still up even though you were clearly exhausted, looking down at you as he traced your arm with his fingers.

“I am scared you might not be here when I wake up.” You mumbled.

“I don’t want to go either. I don’t even know how I got here.” He chuckled and you smile. “Just in case, I…” He sighed, and looked down at you; words trying to come out unsuccessfully.

“Uhm?” You mumbled, and rose from his chest just enough for you to look at him straight in the eye. You stayed there, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes as you once again were proven that he was really there with you.

“I think you are pretty damn amazing, sweetcheeks. I hope you never let anyone make you think you are not worth it. If you do, just look at your comics or the TV and well… y’know. I’ll always be there.” He said, feeling weird about the comics thing. You smiled to him sweetly and once again you kissed his cheek.

“I hope you know, if you are back there again; that there’s someone that still loves you.”

That’s the last thing you remember, that... and the little, honest smile he gave you after you said it. When you woke up, there wasn’t a trace of him. Not his clothes, not his scent, not even his cum. Nothing.

You felt weird. The first thing you did in the morning was cry a bit; missing him as if he was dead. It was the strangest feeling you had ever felt; and it stuck with you for hours, for days, for years.

While you took a long, hot shower to try and stop thinking about what you now thought was probably a long dream, you felt a bit of pain in your chest. When you looked down you couldn’t have smiled wider as you saw a hickey right in the middle of your collarbones.

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