#don't try to fight me about how i'm wrong about this

[byfulcrums]

I hate the third movie so much!!!! Like a lot!!!!!!!

Prepare for a rant (under cut bc it got a bit long, sorry!)

First of all, here's a thing I always complain about when talking about HTTYD 3: the designs, and the characterization

The designs as in, the armor, is cool as hell, I'm not complaining about that I love the armor so much. But I hate how they made Toothless a literal puppy. His head is literally a square!!! They changed his personality too, when he's always been more similar to a cat than a dog

There's also the light fury. I have no words for this. The fact that they only made her Like That because they needed her to be "feminine" says enough about her

It was weirdly sexist for a HTTYD movie, considering how well done the female characters are in this series. They only made this character to be Girl Toothless, and being a girl was her only character trait

Besides that, they gave some of Toothless' mannerisms to her! The more cat-like behavior, at some points, for example. Toothless in the first movie was more graceful, stealthy, moved silently, etc. They gave all of his different, elegant ways of moving to her, because they wanted to push the golden retriever agenda on him (that's a joke btw. Like they did do that but "golden retriever agenda" isn't a thing)

Ruffnut was far too stupid too. She would NEVER in rtte

Now; let's move on to why the ending is shit

First of all! Toothless is not an Alpha. He is king, yes, but king of Berk's dragons specifically. When he defeated Drago's Alpha, he did not suddenly gain telepathy powers; the dragons under the Alpha's control went to Toothless when he won, and it was a willing decision. They listen to him, yes, but not every dragon will, because HE'S NOT OF THE SPECIES THAT HAS LITERAL DRAGON MIND CONTROL POWERS

That being said!! If Toothless isn't an Alpha, then why the hell did all the dragons leave when he did? And why did all the dragons in the Hidden World immediately bow down to him? Maybe they recognize his status as King (of Berk), but that doesn't mean he's the king of them

There's also no way all the dragons wanted to leave. Just no way. I know I wouldn't!

Then, there's the Death Song problem

There are multiple cannibalistic dragon species. If they go to the Hidden World with the rest, they will try to eat everyone else, and if they can't do that, they'll starve. These dragons can't just change their entire biology and start eating fish, plants, boars, or whatever thing you have in mind. They have to eat other dragons, or they'll die. Sending them all to the Hidden World means that either they'll eat all the other dragons and eventually they'll be one of the few species left standing (highly unlikely) or they'll just go extinct (most probable)

Along with that, there's the fact that many dragons are extremely territorial. if stuck in the same place for the rest of their lives, there will be fights, and dragons don't have medicine! They can only heal naturally, there's no outside help. So many will die, far more than necessary

Now, I do like the ending of the dragons leaving. In the books

And sure, dragons die every day; no one can stop that (no matter how sad this makes Hiccup), but putting them all in a big cave will result in losses that are WAY bigger than necessary and than what they're used to

Plus, what about the species that can't fly? The Speed Stingers, for example? The mutation in RTTE was a thing that only happened with that one group. Only they would be able to reach the Hidden World

I understand that they were trying to end the sagas the same way the books did, but it doesn't work in the movies! Also, (I haven't read all the books yet, it's a work in progress, so correct me if I'm wrong, but) as far as I know, in the books the dragons were basically slaves to the Vikings. It makes sense that they would want to leave. In the movies, it's not like that. Berk's dragons are friends, not servants! They have no reason to want to leave!

And even then, I'm like 99% sure that in the books Toothless still didn't leave Hiccup. And even then, apparently leaving (or when to leave, most likely) was left to be each dragon's choice, not something a random telepathy powered Toothless told them to do

The villain also sucks. I didn't like his design, but I'm not gonna complain about that

It makes no sense for just one person to wipe out an entire species! And besides, Grimmel wasn't scary, wasn't interesting, wasn't anything at all. He's as bland as the Light Fury

Also also also. Toothless would never leave Hiccup for a girl. I'm not talking about a "bros before hoes" thing (I hate that phrase) I'm talking as in, Toothless would never leave Hiccup. Ever. No matter the circumstances. ES MÁS, he wouldn't have let the Light Fury get close to him after she attacked Hiccup! He would've defended him! That's his friend. HIS FRIEND. He's his best bud, his soulmate!!!!!

God the Toothless characterization pissed me off sm

I'd say Hiccup was pretty spot on in the sense that if Toothless wanted to leave and could leave without, like, dying, he would let him; he'd be sad about it, but he would let him. There's other things I don't like about the way he was written, of course, but that wasn't too bad. WHAT WAS BAD IS THE FACT THAT TOOTHLESS LEAVING WAS EVEN A POSSIBILITY IN THE FIRST PLACE

And, to add something: doesn't the "oh I built a new tail and now he can leave forever because it's like basically his old tail! It's like it was never missing at all!" thing feel a bit ableist? Idk that's just a hunch, I'm not disabled so I can't talk about it, but. Just leaving that there

Still, even without the ableism, it's still shitty. The tailfin would never hold that long. It'd need repairs. Things like that can't be permanent, and I know Hiccup is a great inventor, but he's not a god, come on. He can't do everything

Toothless can fly on his own now, yes, but if the tailfin breaks (which is a thing that can happen, either because of an accident or simply because of time), there's no one to fix it. In a place like that, he'll be stranded. It's dangerous!

Also they made Snotlout, Hiccup's cousin in the books, be attracted to Hiccup's mom. HIS AUNT

The HTTYD universe's ecosystem must've been so damaged when all the dragons dissappeared.

"but people wanted to hurt them!" people want to hurt wolves to, but we don't send them all to an isolated cave because it would destroy the ecosystem.

In fact, "dragon" is just a collective word for multiple species so they really fucked themselves with that one.

In conclusion, the third movie was stupid.

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter 2:BEWARE!

The box ghost approached the boys slowly and began firing a flurry of ghost rays at them but they barely managed to dodge that.The boys who were terrified at the events that was currently transpiring realized that they were sitting ducks out in the open so they took refuge behind Tuckers work desk and began trying to formulate a plan. 

Tucker :”Danny do something!!?”

Dan:”Why me!!?”

Tucker :”dude you literally have super powers!”

Dan scratched the back of his head in response to Tucker's words. 

Dan:” why don't you do something?”

Tucker :”no way man, he's a ghost and I'm black. I've seen enough horror movies to know that this won't end well for me!”

As soon as that sentence left Tucker's mouth a ghost ray hit his work desk disintegrating it on the spot. Dan, not having any other options, took Tucker's advice and jumped in front of the box ghost preparing to face him. 

Box ghost :”ahh a human with a death wish, your soul would be the perfect accessory for my boxes.” 

Dan:”I'm not even sure I have a soul anymore, but if I did I'm sure I wouldn't let you have it. “

Box ghost :”ahhh so you wanna challenge me boy? your death will be swift.”

Dan clenched his fist and began concentrating just as he had before, if he could turn from ghost to human then surely he should be able to do the reverse right? His theory was right and in a flash of light he regained his ghostly appearance. Turning towards the box ghost, his eyes glowing green with anger , Dan now had a new air of confidence around him. 

Dan: “alright ghost, let's rumble!”

This sudden change surprised the box ghost,while shapeshifting was a common ghost power a human being able to switch from human to ghost at will was unheard of.

Box ghost :”a ghost, who can willingly shift from human to ghost is unheard of.”

A sinister grin spread across his face. 

Box ghost : “your soul just became 10 times more valua....”

The ghost's words were cut short as Danny delivered a strong right hook at his jaw and then followed up with another one to his stomach knocking the ghost through a wall.

He followed up with a furious barrage of  punches to his face, leaving it practically unrecognizable. 

Tucker:”dude thats amazing! how'd you get used to your powers so fast?”

Dan shrugs.

Dan:”I haven't. I'm just fighting how I normally would, I think my ghost strength is the thing that's actually damaging him.” 

Tucker:”well whatever you did seems to have worked you knocked him out.” 

Box ghost :”oh child, you have no idea how wrong you truly are.” 

The box ghost immediately recovered and useing his ecto energy created many box shaped projectiles, he launched them  at Dan , Dan who was still unfamiliar with his powers was blindsided by them and was buried under more than a dozen of the ghosts boxes. Tucker continued hiding from a safe distance. 

Dan: “boxes? I survive a portal exploding in my face only to die by boxes!?”

Dan's words upset the box ghost, almost as if they had some kind of deeper meaning to him. 

Box ghost : “You think this is funny!!You think this Is some kinda joke!??’

In a fit of rage the box ghost  seized Tucker by the throat and threw him out the window, leaving him to perish. 

Box ghost: “your soul is as good as mine ghost boy, you haven't won, I'll be back another day to reclaim it!”

And like that he disappeared. Dan without a second jumped out of the window diving  after Tucker, he managed to get a hold of him but they were still falling at a rapid  speed. 

Tucker:”Now would be a good time to practice flying Danny!!!”

Dan:”you don't think I want to?!I don't know how!!”

Tucker:”Then this is gonna hurt!!”

Dan:”no it won’t!”

Just as the two were about to hit the ground, Dan managed to switch places with Tucker cushioning his fall. His body crashed into the ground with a loud thud but successfully managed to prevent Tucker from getting hurt.

Dan:”ouch!you okay?”

Tucker immediately stood up and began inspecting his body for bruises.

Tucker:”Yeah I’m good,you?”

Dan:”in excruciating pain but no major “damage.

Tucker offers him a hand and pulls him up.

Tucker:”how’d you know that you’d survive that?”

Dan:”I.. didn’t.:

Tucker simply stared at him in silence.

Dan:”what!?”

He gives Dan a fistbunp.

Tucker:”Thanks for saving me man.You’re an idiot..but thanks.“

Dan rubbed the back of his head

Dan:”don't mention it, but that freak will be back again and I don't think I'm strong enough to beat him.”

Tucker :”Then we just gotta make you stronger. Time for a little training session.”

Dan:”you're acting like I'm some kind of superhero.”

Another grin spreads on Tucker's face.

Tucker :”That's not such a bad idea, you could actually be a hero.” 

Dan chuckles 

Dan:”I'm not so sure about that,besides what would I even call myself?”

Tucker:”How about Danny Phantom?”

Dan:”That sounds super lame, just Phantom is alright.”

Tucker playfully punches Dan in his arm.

Tucker:”Don't be a hater.”

The boys returned to their room and almost immediately began preparations for Dan's training unbeknownst to them the box ghost  wasn't working alone.

After leaving the scene he flew around Amity city until he met a swirly green vortex,entered it and arrived at an eerie area, where the sky was black and the surroundings were green,it was so unsightly that it made hell itself look like a nice place to live, it was almost an empty void that seemed to stretch forever in each direction a void that could drive the sanest man mad just for daring to ponder what lay beyond it. He continued his journey until he landed on what appeared to be a floating island enveloped in an ominous green glow , the island resembled a battered skull, with demonic glowing red eyes,after walking around for awhile he was greeted by another ghost , he was a humanoid machine who stood roughly 8 ft tall, his face was structured like a skull with piercing green eyes, the top of his head expelled a strong green Mohawk like flame, while the sides of his face and chin expelled a similar flame that resembled a beard. His upper body was heavily clad in metallic armor, his arms were large enough to make the biggest bodybuilders look small and in place of his right hand was a green glowing hook. He sat on a throne of bones and kept 3 ghosts on leashes, two of them looked like a green octopus with glowing red eyes and the other was a green 3 headed bulldog. Upon seeing the box ghost he let out deep growl and spoke In what can only be described as a demons tone

???? :”What are you doing here and where are the 20 human souls that you promised me?”

The authority that this ghost commanded was so powerful that the Boxghost who to Danny appeared like a frightening monster felt like no more than a small messenger boy.

box ghost :”I have them.”

He levitated 18 small boxes and placed them at the Ghost's feet. After counting them the ghost stood up furiously and using his hook seized the box ghost by his throat. 

???? :”Is this some kind of joke!? Where are the last 2!??”

Box ghost :”I'm sorry skulker I had some difficulties acquiring the last 2..”

Skulker :”What kind of difficulties? What are you too weak to slaughter a few humans? Pathetic.”

Box ghost :”it wasn't a human at least I'm sure it wasn't..”

Skulker tightened his grip on the box ghost's throat.

Skulker :”you'd better start making sense before I take your head as compensation for the missing souls.”

Box ghost :”one of them could switch from ghost to human at will. I don't know how he did it but he wasn't a full ghost!!”

Skulker's demeanor dropped for a moment before regaining his composure.

Skulker :”Is that all? Hah! you're more useless than I thought. What happened to the box ghost who was feared around the entire ghost zone? now you can't handle one ghostly brat it's a shame. “

In frustration, Box ghost fires a punch at Skulker but misses.

Box ghost :”I'm telling you the brat was tough!Not tough enough to beat me but tough enough that if left alone with his powers for longer he could!”

Skulker :”So you're saying this boy isn’t used to his powers yet.”

Box ghost :”fairly new with them from what I’ve seen. “

Skulker:”Interesting,Masters might want to know about this.”

Box ghost:”You’re still working with that human?The bastard’s a ghost hunter,you sure we can trust him?”

Skulker swiftly grabbed the box ghost by his shoulder and began slowly sliding his hook across the box ghost's throat, green blood began oozing out of his neck dripping down the handle of his hook. A chill went up the ghosts' spine, skulker had managed to make a deadman fear death. He then dropped the box ghost to the floor, leaving him holding his neck as Skulker stood on his back.The box ghost squirmed trying to break free but even his muscled physique was weak against skulker's strength. 

Skulker:”You don’t question me.Get it!?”

Hesitantly the box ghost nodded in response.

Skulker:good.

He tossed the ghost aside and sat back on his throne.

Skulker:”but if you must know me and Masters have a very favorable arrangement.”

Box ghost:”how so?”

He asked while rubbing his wounded neck.

Skulker:”It’s simple,we run a few errands for him and on top of supplying me with his new tech he turns a blind eye whenever our crew invades the human world.Those ghost hunters he works with are good but with with him keeping them on such a tight leash we won’t have anything to worry about.”

Box ghost: “not bad but what would he want with the ghost brat?”

Skulker flashes him a sinister grin.

Skulker:”the same thing we all want!”

Box ghost:”Well he can have what's left of the brat after I’m through with him!”

Skulker:”no! You’re done with him for now!This brat is much too Valuable to leave in your hands.”

In anger, the box ghost punches against the ground.

Box ghost:”Dammit! And what the hell am I supposed to do!”

Skulker takes his hook and stabs it into the ghost's chest!

Skulker :”You’ll do well to watch your  mouth when you speak to me!! As for what you’ll be doing,you’ll be getting me 50 more souls to compensate for the 2 you let get away!!Do I Make Myself Clear!?”

The box ghost hesitantly nods.

Box ghost :”But what about the ghost boy?? 

Skulker pressed his foot harder into the ghosts back, cracking what could only be his spine. 

Skulker :”Leave him to me, he interfered in my business so it's only fitting that I deal with him accordingly.But until I can properly assess his value my pets will keep him company In the meantime.”

He glanced at his pets and as if on cue one octopus and one dog both flew away.

Skulker:”That should keep the boy busy.” 

He directed his attention back to the box ghost.

Skulker:”You're still here? get out of my sight!”

He kicked the ghost away and left. 

Box ghost :”You may be stronger now, but soon I'll reign supreme once more!!!.”

The box ghost immediately set out to complete the task that skulker instructed him Unbeknownst to him Skulker was there watching his every move. 

Skulker : “Does that fool really believe that he could overthrow me? Ha! After I get the souls from him, and I'm done with the ghost boy I'll mount both their heads over my wall.”

To be continued

Chapter 1

Authors note..

Thanks for reading🙂

Hope you enjoyed

this chapter marks the first appearance of Skulker one of the big bads of this season hope you guys liked him.

Next chapter will be out next week.

[nurserx-rae]

Sunkissed and Bloodstained

Synopsis: As Y/N, a vampire, weakens under the sun, Bakugo risks his life to save her by offering his blood, leading to a dangerous shift in their relationship when she nearly drains him completely.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x fem!vampire!reader

Words: 4,379

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The sun blazed as Class 1-A stood attention in the field behind the school. Aizawa-sensei babbling on about the course they were to defeat. 

Bakugo stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his hero costume tight to his body, as sweat dripped down his toned skin the sun beat down on the students. 

He looked down at the small girl standing beside him: Y/N; his girlfriend. She was a talkative one, very friendly despite her quirk. 

His red eyes analyzed every inch of the small girl, her skin pale, almost melting as her eyes flickered back in her skull. 

Y/N's arms hung at her sides, limp. She hunched forward. Something was wrong. 

Bakugo's eyes furrowed as he noticed what was off. He immediately grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her towards him. 

"Bakugo?" Y/N questioned, she didn't fight back or maybe it was that she couldn't. She just hung limp in his arms, barely holding herself up. 

Bakugo's arm tightened around her waist, holding her with him as he took a step closer, placing his other hand on her forehead. 

"Oi, are you okay? You look like you're gonna pass out." 

"I-I'm fine . It's just really hot ." she explained, heavy, labored breaths coming from her thin lips. 

No shit. What a vampire quirk like hers, she was practically burning to death. 

His hand pulled back, noticing the sweat that dripped down her forehead; her body was overheating. He gently placed his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her closer. The tips of his fingers pressed against her skin. 

"Damn, you're burning up…" 

She leaned into his touch, her cheek brushing against his collarbone. She mumbled something, but it was too incoherent for him to hear. He leaned down a little, placing his hand on her chin to angle her face up. 

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyelids twitching as she attempted to lift them. "Hm?" she mumbled weakly. 

"Oi, can you hear me?" Bakugo asked, gripping her chin in between his fingers. 

Y/N looked at the blonde-haired man, her eyes flickering as they shut, her body dropping in Bakugo's arms. 

Bakugo caught her, quickly scooping her up in his toned arms. "Oi, teddy bear!" he called, his voice slightly panicked. He placed his ear near her mouth, trying to see if she was breathing. 

Aizawa's gaze shifted to the commotion in the field. He saw Bakugo holding Y/N, her body limp in his arms. He quickly jogged over to them. 

"What happened?" 

The whole class stared at the three. Curious eyes gazing, small gaps of surprise, worry thick in the air. 

"I don't know! She was fine one moment and the next, she passed out!" Bakugo yelled, his grip tightening around the passed out girl in his arms. 

"Bring her inside," Aizawa spoke in a calm, monotone voice. 

He turned and began to walk back to the school; his hands shoved into his pockets. 

Bakugo obeyed instantly. His legs carried the unconscious girl as his arms held her close to his body. He followed behind his sensei, staring down at her face. His red eyes watched her face intently, studying her expression. 

Y/N for her eyebrows, face tense as she rolled her head side to side. 

She opened her eyes, the room blinding her with its bright white lights that shone directly into her eyes. 

Bakugo sat beside her in a chair as she lay in a hospital bed that made home in the school's infirmary. His eyebrows knitted together as he looked into her eyes, not in anger, like usual, but in concern and fear—something he wasn't familiar with, something he didn't know how to handle. 

He leaned forward, one of his hands grabbing onto her smaller ones. He gripped it tightly, as if it were his lifeline. 

"Y/N." he spoke her name softly, almost cautiously as to not scare her. 

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but her body held too frail to make noise. 

Her hand sat limp in his. 

Bakugo watched her intently, his eyes scanning over every detail of her face. His eyes flicked down to her hand in his and back up to her eyes. He didn't want to let go. 

He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles gently. His head tilted to the side as he stared at her, unable to form the words he wanted to say. 

"You scared me, y'know." he mumbled, his voice low. He looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. He could feel the anxiety building up in his chest, he felt vulnerable. He hated feeling like this. 

Y/N smiled. 

Recovery Girl walked over. 

"How are you feeling, dear?" she asked, placing a hand on Y/N's forehead. 

"F… f-fine." Y/N managed to choke out through rough breaths. 

"You're still overheating." she said, a frown resting on her face. Her eyes moved from Y/N to Bakugo. 

"I'm going to need to take her temperature. Could you let go of her, dear?" she spoke softly to Bakugo. 

He nodded stiffly, letting go slowly, reluctantly. His hand slid out of hers, falling onto his lap. 

Recovery Girl took the thermometer from a box on the bedside table; a few beeping noises, the beeping increasing on the thermometer until a high pitched beep was heard. 

"112.3…" 

Recovery Girl stated. 

Bakugo's stomach dropped, a look of concern on his face. His brain wracked over the information. "112.3?!" 

Recovery Girl took notice of his distress as she walked over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. 

She handed the pills over to Y/N, a water bottle in her other hand. 

"Here dear, take this. This will help bring your fever down." 

Y/N went to grab the cup of water. Recovery Girl slowly letting go, her hand still circled the edges of the glass as Y/N nearly dropped the glass, Recovery Girl quickly grabbing the glass once again. 

Recovery Girl looked down at her. She sighed softly, helping her take the medicine. 

Aizawa's voice came on the intercom. 

"Recovery Girl, we need you on the field. Deku broke his arm again…" 

Recovery Girl stood still, a look of annoyance crossing her face. She knew it would happen again, but she always tried to keep her hopes up. 

"Ugh, that boy…" 

"Stay here, and don't try to leave." Recovery Girl spoke to Y/N and Bakugo before walking out of the infirmary. The room now quiet. 

Bakugo turned to Y/N. 

She stared down at her feet at the end of the bed. Eyes dull. Her usual smile absent. Eyebrows curled in mourning. 

Bakugo stared at her intently, noticing how she wouldn't look up at him. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out to hold hers. His body moved on its own, leaning forward. He went to place his hand on hers. His fingers brushed against her skin. 

"… teddy bear?" he spoke her name softly, his eyes darting across her face. He just wanted her to look at him. 

"I'm dying." 

His eyes widened at her response; it felt like a punch to the gut, the wind knocked out of him. It took a moment for him to respond, his brain trying to form the words. "W-What…?" his voice shook, his eyes refusing to leave her face. 

"M-My kind—vampires—we need blood to survive. Cannibalism is illegal, and the only vampire café is miles away from here. I haven't been able to drink blood in months. I'm slowly dying without it, I can't be in the sun anymore. My quirk is weakening and so am I. I can feel myself dying, Katsuki…" 

Tears welled in her big eyes as she clenched her fist. "I don't want to die…" 

His hand gripped onto one of hers, wrapping around her smaller palm. His jaw clenched as tears welled in his own eyes at the sight of her crying—it killed him seeing her this way. He was never good with dealing with sensitive topics; feelings or otherwise. 

"You're not dying, idiot." 

He leaned forward, his other hand coming up to her chin, forcing her gaze up. He locked eyes with her. 

"You'll be fine. We'll figure something out…" 

Y/N's hands shot up to her eyes as she wiped away hot tears that spilled down her pink cheeks. She whimpered in distress, a high-pitched vibration leaving her chest. 

His expression softened, his heart wrenching at the pitiful sounds she was making. He had never seen her like this before, vulnerable and small, it was killing him. He pulled her into his chest gently. 

He wrapped his arms around her, his chin rested atop her head. He could feel the hot tears soak into his shirt as she buried her face into his chest. His hands rubbed her back comfortingly, trying to soothe her. 

"There, there, teddy bear… it's okay." 

She gripped at his hero costume, her slender fingers gripping desperately, as if she was holding onto him as her life support. The sounds of her small sobs filled the room, broken noises and whimpers. Her body shook in his arms as she inhaled large gulps of air. 

"Damn it, teddy bear… don't cry, please…" he muttered into her hair, his voice barely audible. He held her tighter to his chest; her body pressed snugly against his. The pounding of his heart filling up his ears. 

"I'm gonna die, Katsuki." 

"No, you're not…" 

He said stubbornly, holding her tighter. He closed his eyes tightly. "No… you can't… you can't die… I… I won't let that happen." 

As Y/N sobbed in his arms, Bakugo realized the answer to her problems. A way for her to not die a painful death. His eyes widened, a thought crossing his mind. The wheels in his brain turning as he finally figured out the solution. 

He bit his lip, the thought of her drinking from him… using him for her needs. He didn't even hesitate at the thought. 

"Hey…" he whispered softly, one of his hands rubbing her back. 

He tilted his chin down to look at her, her face hidden in his chest. His fingers gripped her chin once again, pulling her face up to his. He had to look her in the eye for what he was about to say… what he was about to offer. 

"Teddy bear, look at me…" he spoke softly, his red eyes staring down at her. He needed her attention. He needed her to look at him. To listen to what he was about to say. 

Y/N looked up at him, still clinging to his costume, her eyes red and swollen with grief. 

His heart ached, seeing her like this… so small, so vulnerable. He inhaled deeply. 

"I have a solution… but you have to promise you won't freak out, okay?" 

She sniffed, narrowing her eyes. "O-Okay?" 

He took another slow breath, letting it out through his nose. 

"You…" he paused, the words getting stuck in his throat. He swallowed, trying to regain his composure. "You could… drink my blood…" 

Y/N eyes shot open as she shoved him away. 

"WHAT!?" she screamed in shock. 

"You wa—what?" 

He winced at her outburst, his body stiffening as she pushed him back. He quickly regained composure, his hands still reaching for her. "Just—listen to me for a damn minute, idiot!" 

He gripped her wrists tightly, holding them to keep her from escaping. "Listen—just listen to me!" he repeated, his voice louder. His body moved closer to hers, trapping her on the bed. 

His red eyes looked into hers, holding her gaze. He was determined to get her to listen; he needed her to accept his idea. He opened his mouth to speak again, to try to convince her. 

Y/N stared at Bakugo as if he had a third head. Silence consumed the room. 

He could see the hesitation in her eyes, the disbelief, the horror. He let out an irritated huff, frustrated by her look of surprise. He gripped her wrists tighter, leaning in closer, his face now mere inches from hers. 

"I am serious, teddy bear. It's the only way. You'll get to feed, and I have plenty of blood to spare, idiot." 

She wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She just stares at him, eyes wide. She wanted to say no, but she couldn't. She was starving, dying. His solution wasn't perfect, it was downright dangerous, especially without starving she was. 

She refused to say anything, she didn't wanna potentially kill the love of her life because she wouldn't be able to control herself once she got a taste of blood. 

Bakugo saw her hesitation, the internal battle she was fighting within herself. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the desire fighting with the fear. 

He grit his teeth, his grip on her wrists tightening even more. He pulled her closer to him, the space between them getting smaller by the second, his face now dangerously close to hers. 

"Teddy bear, I won't let you die, and if this is the only way to save you, then damn it, we're doing it." 

"You're an idiot sometimes! I hope you know that!" Y/N fought back, tears dripping down her red hot cheeks. 

"Yeah? I'm the idiot?" Bakugo retorted, his brows furrowing. He gritted his teeth, his own anger starting to rise. 

"I'm the idiot for trying to save your ass?" 

"I love you… I don't want you to die because of me… I would rather I…" Y/N trailed off, her thought unfinished, yet, it was all too clear what she was going to say. 

"DIE?! DIE?!" 

Bakugo's temper flared, his voice rising in volume. He couldn't believe what she just said, the words stabbing him like a knife. 

"You would rather die than drink my blood? Are you fucking serious?!" 

He grabbed both sides of her face, forcing her to look at him. His red eyes filled with anger and desperation. 

"Look at me! I'm not going to fucking die!" 

His grip tightened on her cheeks, his words sharp like a dagger. "I'm doing this whether you like it or not, idiot." 

Y/N winced in his grip, the pressure on her cheeks becoming too much. Her eyes darted across his face, fear evident in her gaze. 

"K-Katsuki, please…" she whimpered, her voice shaky and breathless. 

"No, stop that," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "Stop trying to talk me out of this. You're not dying on my watch, teddy bear. Not on my watch." 

He leaned in closer until their noses were practically touching. 

"Fine! I'll… I'll drink your blood, but if anything happens to you! I swear to god, katsuki!" 

Bakugo's expression softened, relief flooding through him as she finally agreed. 

"Nothing's going to happen to me, idiot. I'm going to be fine, okay?" 

He released his grip on her cheeks, his fingers gently stroking her skin. His eyes searched her face, a mix of tenderness and concern. 

He took a breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just… don't… go to town on me, okay?" he added, attempting to lighten the mood with a half-hearted joke. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, pouring her lip. 

"That's not funny." she explained, voice deep. 

He sighed, the joking tone fading from his voice. His expression became serious again. He gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear

"…I know, I'm sorry." 

He moved his hand down to her chin again, tilting her head up so he could lock eyes with her. 

"You ready, teddy bear?" 

Y/N nodded. Not looking him in the eyes. 

Bakugo sighed, taking off the glove to his non-dominant hand, bearing his wrist before the love of his life. 

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart racing as she stared at the exposed wrist. The scent of his blood filling her nostrils had her teeth itching with need. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached out a trembling hand. 

She cupped the back of his hand, her other hand resting in the middle of his forearm, as she slowly brought his wrist up to her mouth. 

She hesitated for a moment too long, deep inhales expanding her chest, and shaky exhales trembling her body. 

His eyes watched her every movement, his breathing coming in shallow puffs. The sight of her fangs hovering over his bare skin, the anticipation… it made his heart race. 

He had to fight the urge to pull away, his body tense. He knew this was necessary, but the primal fear of being bitten was difficult to suppress. 

"…come on, teddy bear…" he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. "Just do it. "

Y/N's eyes widened as her pupils shrank. She closed her eyes, opening her mouth. 

Her sharp, porcelain white fangs poked at his skin, not enough to break the skin as she stared up at him, looking for any signs of pain that would show on his face. 

His breath caught in his throat as her fangs grazed over his skin. It was a foreign feeling, the cool metal-like fangs against his warm flesh. He felt his heart skip a beat, his body tensing up even more. 

He kept his gaze locked on her, his expression trying to portray a sense of calm. He tried his best to keep his face stoic, not wanting to show any signs of fear or discomfort. 

"Go on…" he encouraged her quietly. 

"You need to relax, katsuki. Your body is too tense. It's gonna hurt more if you don't relax. Think of it like a shot at the doctors: you need to relax so they can get the needle through your skin. " Y/N explained, stalling out of her own fear. 

Bakugo nodded, his jaw clenched. He knew she was right, but relaxing was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. 

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He tried to will his body to loosen up, to relax as she had instructed. 

His expression softened slightly, but the tension in his muscles remained. 

"…alright. I'm going to relax… but you just fucking get it over with, okay, teddy bear? "

Y/N nodded. 

She lifted his wrist back up to her mouth. 

His wrist trembled in her grip as she brought it up to her mouth once again. He steeled himself, the anticipation of pain making his heart flutter2. 

Every muscle was taut, waiting for the moment she would pierce his skin. Her fangs felt sharp against his skin, like knives against his flesh. 

And then, it happened. A sudden sharp pain as her fangs sank into his flesh. 

His body jerked involuntarily, the pain shooting up his arm like fire. He clenched his teeth, the urge to pull away strong, but he held still, determined not to let her see how much it hurt. 

The pain was sharp and hot, the feeling of her fangs in his skin foreign and uncomfortable. His heart raced, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. 

As she started to feed from him, he felt a strange sensation. The pain started to morph into something else, an odd mixture of pain and… something almost pleasurable. 

His breath hitched in his chest as the sensations coursed through him. His mind was conflicted, the primal fear of being bitten fighting with the growing feeling of… euphoria. 

His free hand gripped the bed sheets, the knuckles white as he tried to ground himself against the sensation of having his blood sucked from his body. 

Each swallow felt like a jolt to his system, like electricity coursing through his veins every time her fangs broke his flesh. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of… intimacy in this act . 

The thought of her using him for sustenance, of him giving himself to her in this primal act… it was both terrifying and oddly… hot . His pulse quickened in response, his heart racing for a completely different reason now. 

He couldn't help but feel a sense of… vulnerability. He was exposing himself to her in a way he had never done before. He was letting her take from him, feeding off of him, and he was powerless to stop it. He was completely at her mercy. 

And he… somehow… liked it. 

His breathing came in sharp, shallow gasps, his entire body tense with raw energy. He couldn't help but feel hyper-aware of every movement she made, every little shift in her body against him. 

His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear… excitement… arousal… and… a strange sense of surrender. 

Y/N started feeding more and more, a small bit at first, but then she couldn't help herself. The taste of his blood was almost intoxicating, like nothing she had ever experienced before. 

Her grip on his arm tightened. 

The sudden change in her feeding caught him off guard, his body jolting in surprise as she suddenly started to feed more urgently, taking bigger mouthfuls of blood each time she fed. 

His eyes widened in shock, his heart leaping in his chest. He could feel his blood rushing out of his body, the feeling of lightheadedness starting to take over him. 

"Teddy bear…" he gasped, his voice weak. "Slow… slow down…!" 

Her teeth sank into his wrist, tearing bigger holes in his flesh. Red hot blood poured from the open wounds, as Y/N sucked it into her mouth. 

Her mind was fog, not a single thought could form. Her mind was dizzy and her eyes were fuzzy. 

Bakugo's blood tastes better than anything she could ever imagine. 

The feeling of her teeth tearing into his flesh sent sharp jolts of pain through his arm, each one sending a shiver down his spine. The blood flowed out of him like a river, dripping down his arm and staining the sheets beneath them. 

He could feel his strength fading, the dizziness starting to overtake him. His vision was getting blurry, his head feeling light and floaty. 

"Teddy bear… please… slow… down…!" he managed to gasp between breaths. 

He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip on him was like a vice. 

Bakugo gritted his teeth, the pain in his wrist becoming increasingly unbearable. He was starting to feel weak, his movements growing sluggish. 

"Teddy bear!" he yelled, his voice getting weaker by the second. He couldn't think straight, his mind foggy and dizzy. His body felt like it was shutting down, the blood loss finally starting to take a toll on him. 

His free hand grabbed at her arm, trying to push her back, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. 

She didn't even seem to hear him, completely lost in the feeding frenzy. Her grip only tightened as he tried to push her back, her teeth digging deeper into his flesh as she fed. 

Bakugo felt himself slipping, his vision growing darker. His strength was fading fast, his body growing heavier with every passing minute. 

"Please… stop…!" he gasped weakly. 

Y/N snapped to life, taking front seat in her own body once again. 

She stares up at Bakugo, a dazed look on her face as blood dripped down her chin and covered her cheeks. 

She sat there, staring at him, biting her finger as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. 

Bakugo's body trembled, his breathing ragged and labored. His complexion was pale, the blood loss obviously taking its toll on him. 

He stared at her, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of her covered in his blood. He… couldn't help but find it… hot…

Y/N jolted forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him. His own blood entered his mouth as it dripped from her face. 

Bakugo grunted in surprise, taken aback by her sudden kiss. His initial reaction was to pull back, but the taste of his own blood on her lips awakened something within him. 

He found himself returning the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Despite the pain in his wrist, his mind was consumed by the moment, the taste of his blood mixing with her spit in a strange, intoxicating mixture. 

He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth as he explored the taste of his blood on her tongue. It was an odd mix of metallic and sweet, the taste of his blood mixed with the natural taste of her mouth. His body pressed against hers, his grip on her waist tight and possessive. 

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in sharp and uneven, his face flushed from the exertion. His eyes were clouded with desire, his mind consumed by the sensations courding through his body. 

Y/N giggled, a big smile making home on her face, the color in her skin coming back. 

Bakugo couldn't help but smile at her reaction, the sight of her happy face making his heart skip a beat. 

He reached up with his free hand, gently touching her cheek. "You… back with me, teddy bear?" he asked, his voice still a bit ragged. 

"Yeah~." 

Y/N leaned into his hand, his palm cupping her cheek. 

"I'm sorry. I-I-I got carried away a little bit. I'm so, so sorry about that. My mind was so foggy and I couldn't think at all! I'm so sorry for hurting you, and… I hope you don't… want to leave me…" 

Bakugo chuckled weakly, his fingers gently stroking her skin. 

"Idiot…" he whispered, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I'm not going to leave you just because of this. I told you… I'm fine, teddy bear. Nothing for you to worry about." 

Y/N pressed her forehead against his. The warmth of his body radiated onto her. She packed his lips. Before returning her forehead to his. 

"I love you." 

His heart skipped a beat at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sincerity in her voice. 

"I love you too, teddy bear," he murmured, his hand still cupping her cheek. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead, his fingers tracing soft circles on her skin.

[suzieloveships]

Cybertron Pre-Sentinel's betray

AKA High Guard x B99 au [1/?]

Base on my previous post

Starscream: That's how we do it in the HG, sir. Fight bad guys and look good doing it ------ Shockwave: Could you make TC stop doing that weird thing with his face? Skywarp: Crying? ------ Starscream: Let's go! Chest bump me! Soundwave: You don't want to do this Starscream: No, I really do Soundwave: It hurts you every time Starscream: No, I know, but I'm fired up. The adrenaline is gonna carry me through. Here we go! [They chest-bump, and Soundwave effortlessly knocks Star to the floor] ------ [Megatronus enters the room with his wrist is in a splint] Starscream: Whoa. What's with the cast? Megatronus: I sprained my wrist. Skyfire: Oh no, what happened? Megatronus: Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Starscream: Yeah, Primus, Sky. Back off. Leave the guy alone [he cranes his neck to check if Prime is out of earshot] All right, huddle up, everyone. Bring it in, bring it in. So he wouldn't say what happened, which can only mean one thing. Skywarp: He's in a fight club. Starscream: No. He did it doing something he's embarrassed by. Like smiling. Only question is how do you hurt your arm smiling. Thundercracker: Could be a sports injury Megatronus: Attention, everyone! I can hear you speculating about the nature and origin of my injury from my office. I tripped over un uneven sidewalk. I did not think it was relevant to your jobs, the jobs you should all be doing right now. Get to work. Megatronus to Starscream once everyone in gone: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist? Starscream: Yes. Megatronus: I was hula hooping. Prima and I attend a class for fitness and for fun. Starscream: Oh, my Primus. Megatronus: I've mastered all the moves. Starscream: Why are you telling me this? Megatronus: Because no one will ever believe you. Starscream: You sick son of a glitch. ------ Starscream: So how'd you convince the whole squad to betray me? What'd you offer them? Megatronus: I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes ------ Skywarp: Oh, no. Despite what I've been saying for years, that aft just might quit ------ Shockwave: Come on, sir, the math thing isn't the problem. The war is keeping you and Prima apart. You two just need to bone. Skyfire: [chuckles nervously] Megatronus: What did you say? Skyfire: Don't say it again. Shockwave: I said you two need to bone. Skyfire: [whimpers] Megatronus: How dare you, General Shockwave. I am your Prime! Megatronus: Bone! Megatronus: What happens in my berthroom is none of your business. Megatronus: BONE?! Megatronus: Don't ever speak to me like that again. ------ Shockwave: So Starscream's doing the right thing instead of the selfish thing? [to Skyfire] You did this to him ------ Megatronus: I wanna show you a picture from last night that really upset me. Starscream: Okay, but in my defense, Shockwave bet me 50 shanix that I couldn't drink all that shampoo. Megatronus: That's not what I wanted to- You drank shampoo? Starscream: What? No. You're the one farting bubbles. ------ Megatronus: Please, keep an eye on Thundercracker today. He’s going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and get himself punched. Skywarp: Sure, I would love to see Thundercracker get punched. Megatronus: Try again. Skywarp: I mean I will stop TC from getting punched. ------ Starscream: This is where we came the night we pass our first big exam and you fell in love with me. Skyfire: Star. Starscream: The night you flirted with me for twenty klicks and I became obsessed with you forever. ------ Thundercracker: Life is a party and I’m the piñata. ------ Soundwave: You could've died.  Starscream: The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the energon is supposed to be ------ Soundwave, holding kitten!Ravage: Prime was right. I've been so worried about my own kid, I forgot about my stupid grown-up kids [points at the seekers] Starscream: That's insulting ------ Thundercraker: Sexy train is leaving station, check out this caboose. Later sluts Everyone: Starscream: Just let him have it

[betweenishish]

One of my hyperfixations is various cults and I have researched subsets like men's rights activists, flat earthers, neonazis, etc. The uniting factors between the people who are drawn to this kind of thing is that they feel: -Alienated by mainstream culture in a way that sends them seeking acceptance literally anywhere. Humans are herd animals, and people who are too weird or too much or too sad to act like the rest of the herd are shoved to the edge, which makes it worse. -Normal restlessness that was turned into radicalization by the welcoming arms of these fringe groups who, by design, appear so tantalizing on their face. It is much easier to sway or convince someone who is lonely and sad that you have the answers. -Left behind by the progress and 'elitism' of the mainstream. Many MAGA are holdovers from the rural, conservative strongholds (like the one in which I was raised) that provide a legacy of suspicion and old-fashioned biases blended with a lack of higher education. This leads to a parroting of bigoted rants or antiquated economic attitudes without any sort of reflection or critical thought because the nature of conservatism is a rejection of modern evolution. -Subconsciously bitter about the raw deal anyone younger than a boomer is getting. Though their grandparents might be well enough off, chances are there is only enough familial wealth left over to keep mawmaw until she passes, but nothing to bequeath to the kids or grandkids. Most of us are starting from zero. -Unable to articulate or express their anxiety about society or economics or environmental factors in a healthy or coherent way, which leads to a wholesale rejection of the idea. Climate change makes them anxious, so therefore there cannot be climate change. Hardcore rationalization is a way to protect the mind from unpleasantness, and it is something that every human does. I'm as angry as anyone that so many of those around me looked at what is happening and said "Yes, more of that" when they cast their ballot. On bad days the schadenfreude is the only thing that gets me out of bed. But ultimately, they are human beings as well, and some of them are learning some really hard lessons that I don't envy. No matter how ugly or wrong some of these people have acted, their children do not deserve this. MY child does not deserve this. The nasty urge to reject them out of revenge is understandable, but still wrong. So be angry. Wallow in your grief at what has happened, and then look for solutions. I have been following more politics than I ever wanted to. I donate to legal groups or the food bank or the homeless shelter and I put my friend on my Costco card so our group of ladies can pool their grocery budget for bulk items. I educate my kid and feed neighbor kids if they're hungry and support my local library. Most of all, I speak up when I see something wrong. I vote against racist school board applicants. I look out for minorities in public spaces. It hasn't been necessary in a long time but I put my body where my belief is and intervene if I have to. Fighting for our principles might not be safe, but it is right, and our former MAGA neighbors really need a good example to follow moving forward. Ultimately I'm just trying to be the bigger person; not out of pride or even compassion, but because I want my kid to live in a world that's not crumbling around her.

This is an interesting thing. Looks like testimonies of people who left the MAGA movement- how they got into it and why.

Leaving a cult is really hard, so I really respect the people who are speaking from this place.

[somerandomcockroach]

Talking with myself about Brave Police J-Decker, 11 episodes so far, giving these series my congratulations since they managed to get a drip of tears from me and I love EVERY character there, it isn't logical for a cartoon Spoilers included

In the 2nd episode paparazzi asking Deckerd about what kind of women he likes and how his dream wedding might look. I literally fell off because. Is it some kind of mocking? First ai robot appearing and first questions are these? Yes for mass media it might be interesting "Oh look this is the dream wedding of the robot eheheh fun". He only recently went online what is wrong with this question, and let me precise do they mean with a human?

Deckerd got the build-team but they don't have emotions programmed. Because they don't trust Deckerd's program, they don't trust the kid. Oh well can't blame them for being afraid of a more new AI robots who technically operate on their own and might disobey their orders and a 4 or 6th grade kid as their boss pffht

Deckerd playing wrestle with robot of their neighbor: "He is so weak I could break him, I'll give in to him" Makes dramatic "AAaaa" and falls on the side DECKERD, I LOVE YOU AHAHAH

That's interesting. They gave build-team an AI only after they understood that it is harder to hack them if they don't resist with developed willpower. They wouldn't have allowed them to have AI too unless there was a chance of such situations.

Their AI was surprised by Yuta's kindness. They had the mind of "if can't make your job - useless" already sewed inside them. Or did they develop such thinking from the people in their basement? Because there literally only Yuta and two other men who treat them as machines with heart.

I am SHOCKED. I am SO shocked. This is the first time when I don't cringe from possible human x robot shipping even if not in a romantic way? But here? They fricking give the development to their mind and relationships. Mccrane, a pacifist, always hoping to the end and trying hard ways with more persistence. A Captain Seia Onoue, woman who doesn't allow the heart to get on her way. Mccrane acting more human-like compared to her and showing her other ways. WOW. Wow okay I look at you two I like this combo. Then? Dumpson, robot with a strong will and opinion, and Ayako, headstrong woman who doesn't believe in AI bullshit since these robots definitely just imitate emotions but don't have their opinions whatsoever. BAM look at Dumpson ahah. I look at you two too they make me giggle when they drum on each other's brains XDD And then Power Joe teeeeheheheh Kids looove him, no wonder, three bozos fighting over so that he would live with them. Yuta is just their Boss I suppose they don't find him as close friend as Deckerd did, but I'm happy they found the friends of their own

10-11 episodes.

Kagero is dead, even when his A.I. was changed to obey new owner, it didn't obey, because what was making this A.I. so strong were exactly memories with Shadowmaru. He wasn't a coward, but the person who mixed his brain with his is, and human's life is bigger compared to little data of his own Kagero managed to gain, so it isn't surprising human's side overpowered A.I. Shadowmaru wanted to die with Kagero, but Kagero, the little pieces of him remembering Shadowmaru, wanted him to live.

Kagero was built as Shadowmaru's shadow, prototype to develop Shadowmaru. All his memories are of him, his life literally has no meaning without Shadowmaru since that's like erasing your birth days itself. And Shadowmaru didn't want to leave him, he didn't listen to no one, he is pretty independent and even wanted to just die without fuel after he lost Kagero, let's specify killed him by his own hands. He doesn't have any strong connection with people, he has it only with his only friend. Kagero told him to live his life some more. Kagero, who was clenching to his memories since he learnt what is the meaning of life, by his own, no A.I. has a "value of your own life" data, only "humans' lives are vulnerable" data, and I'm sure Kagero would have had life so much bigger than just an attempt to keep the little pieces he have from being deleted. He told Shadowmaru to live his life a little more, to Shadowmaru, who wanted to just die because his only strong connection was with Kagero and I think he didn't learn how much he wanted to live the hard way Kagero did, but Kagero gave him an easy way to keep learning what it means. I wish they could get brain chip back and fix it, i wish they could, because now I'm sure even if they recreate everything, it will never be Kagero again, he is dead for Shadowmaru and I know Juuzou understands it better than anyone.

[viking-goat-420]

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating; MA

Paring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary; Sam runs off after a fight with Dean leaving you and Dean alone and it's up to you to cheer him up.

Warnings; dirty talk, titty fucking, face sitting, oral (m/f), slight cock warming if you squint

N/A: This is not proof read at all and I know it's been a while since I posted something but this came to me.

Groaning as you let the hot water wash over glad that the hunt was over. Things had gone all wrong and now it was just you and Dean. Sam had taken off after throwing one of his tantrums. You knew Dean was upset about Sam leaving and you had an idea to help him relax. After your shower, you find your lace boy shorts and one of Dean's shirts and head out to the sitting room in the bunker, where you find Dean with a glass in his hand.

“Dean? Baby, let me help you relax,” you say, laying your hands on his shoulders and kissing his neck softly, making him groan. You feel his rough hand grab yours and lead you to stand in front of him.

“Fuck baby, you are so beautiful,” he says, leaning forward, his rough hands rubbing up your thighs, and your hands go into his hair. Dean leans back and takes you with him, having you straddle him, and his hands go to your hips.

“And I'm all yours, Dean,” you say softly, leaning down to kiss him softly. You moan as you feel his rough fingers go around your neck, and he pulls you back to look at him.

“All mine huh? My good girl?” He growls softly, his eyes never leaving yours, and you rock your hips lightly. Dean's free hand on your hip tightens and helps you rock your hips.

“Yes, Dean, all yours,” you moan as his hand reaches down to grab onto your ass. Dean pulls you down kisses you deeply and nips at your lip making you moan and open your mouth

“Show me how much of a good girl you are for me,” he says against your lips. You lean back and take off your shirt leaving you in only your underwear and Dean takes a moment to lean down and sucks a nipple into his mouth making you moan and arch your back into him. He finally lets you go and he leans back and takes his shirt off. You lick your lips and push him back into the chair and you leave a trail of bites and kisses down his body till you reach his pants.

“I have wanted to suck you off in this chair for a long time” you say up at him from your spot on the floor as you undo his pants and Dean chuckles that turns into a groan when he feels your hot little hand wrapped around him slowly stroking him.

“Go ahead sweetheart suck me” he says, threading his fingers in your hair as you wrap your lips around the head of his leaking cock and you watch as Dean's head falls back on the chair and he moans as you take him down your throat sucking him just how he likes it.

“I wanna try something” you say as you get on your knees even closer to his cock than before. Dean watches you as you jack him off, only stopping to let a glob of spit slide out of your mouth and down his cock and he groans.

“Fuck baby yes” he groans an you let him go for a moment only to grab each breast and slide his cock in-between then and you lick the tip.

“Can I titty fuck you daddy?” You ask looking up at him sweetly. You can feel him throb and you lick the tip and moan at his taste on your tongue.

“Holy fuck yes baby fuck my cock with your tits” he groans as you rub up and down your chin and upper body covered in precum and spit and you suck on him as you move and you could tell Dean was close by the way he grabbed your head and held you still as he fucked your throat making you moan and rub his balls till he cums down your throat.

“Feel better?” You ask with a grin as you look up at him as you clean yourself off with the shirt and Dean pulls you up kissing you deeply not giving you a chance to open for him as he shoves his tounge down your throat and you kiss back your fingers tug in his hair.

“I'm not done with you yet” he says, grabbing you and standing up carrying you to the bed.

“Dean please don't make me wait” you whine as he takes off his jeans and strokes his hard cock. You bite your lip and grab your nipple pulling and rubbing it sending little shocks through your body.

“Take those off and show me what's mine” Dean growls his hand spreading up as he watches you take off the soaked panties and you open your legs for him to see your soaked cunt.

“This what you want to see daddy? Wanna see how soaked I am just from sucking you off?” You moan rubbing your clit as you watch him jerk himself off and without warning your hand is removed and he smacks your cunt making you cry out.

“I did say you could do that, now come here” he growls as he lays on his back and grabs you placing your soaked cunt over his mouth. Dean loved to eat you out and would do it 24/7 if he could and he wasts no time pulling your cunt flush to his face and you cry out.

“Ah fuck dean I love when you eat my pussy! Fuck oh God! Oh Dean” you moan and cry out not caring about being quiet since it was just you two. Dean pulls back and you lock eyes with his as he sucks on your clit sending you over the edge and you cum hard squirting all over his face. Dean lays you on your back in the bed and kisses up your body stopping at your breasts to kiss and suck on them.

“Spread your legs for me baby I need to feel you make a mess on me” he says as he nips your ear lobe making you moan and you spread your legs wrapping them around him as he kisses you.

“Don't be gentle Dean I can take it” you say huskily as you pull him in for a deep kiss as he enters you making you both moan at the feeling.

“Ah fuck baby always so tight” he groans an you tighten around him making him snarl. Dean's hand goes around your throat lightly as he fucks you deep and hard your nails leaving marks on his back as you keep eye contact as he pounds into you.

“Ah Dean more! Bite me! Claw me! Fuck me good and Raw!” You moan huckly into his ear before you bite into his neck leaving a mark behind and he snarls as his thrusts gets harder.

“You want it rough? Huh? I'll give it to you rough” he growls his normal bright green eyes where almost black with lust as he pulls out and flips you over till your on your hands and knees. Dean smacks your ass hard before grabbing a handful of hair pulling you flush to his body.

“Fuck yes use me” you moan high on the feeling Dean was giving you, he was the only one who could. Deans shoves his cock back into you as he fucks you roughly his hold on your hair keeping you in place where he wanted as he fucked you. A loud smack is heard throughout the room as he smacks your ass.

“More! Oh fuck im gonna cum” you cry out pushing back meeting his thrusts taking him even deeper.

“Not yet” he he breaths heavily pulling out and flipping you back over into your back. He leans down an kisses you as he enters you picking up the same pace, your nails leaving marks in his back as he fucks you hard and deep his mouth sucking and biting your neck up to your ear.

“Dean please I can't” you moan your body burning up as you fought to keep from coming. Dean groans as you tighten around him his thrusts getting sloppy.v

“Cum for me? Fucking squirt for me baby” he growls in your ear and you cum hard your body is flooded with the high that only Dean can give you as you cum all over Dean and the bed.

You have no clue how long you had laid there blinking into space as your world slowly comes back around you.

“There's my good girl” says softly as he holds you. In your time of bliss Dean had cleaned you up and crawled into bed with you.

“I blacked out?” You ask confused at the missing moments leading up to now. Making Dean chuckle and kiss the top of your head.

“Yeah you could say that, rest up I told you what I plan on doing” he smirks and you lean up and kiss him softly.

“Only if your cock is inside me will I rest” you smirk and Dean groans.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

I think I appreciate Jon never fully giving in to the Corruption Arc that was laid on a red carpet at his feet in canon because, in part, I don't believe this was supposed to be the case.

If I'm considering the way characters react to Jon in latest seasons VS how Jon is actually acting, I'm seeing a world where characters are reacting to something that was supposed to happen, and didn't, because Jon the character fought the writer every step of the way.

What I personnally find it sad is that this wasn't acknowledged enough: Jon fought it. He loved it, he loved the horror and the fear and the ruined world at the end, everything about it was giving him extra dopamine/serotonine/whatever hormone is "happy hormone"; but he knew it was wrong to do so, and he CLUNG to that, the best he could, in a world that was literally shaped for him. In a world where there was the constant siren song of Jonah calling him back to him, calling him to his proper place as Pupil of the Eye.

What I would have liked to see is other people, people who haven't actually managed to resist it (Martin, with the Lonely, HELL, Basira with the Eye/hunt, Daisy a clear parallel to Jon, having tried to fought it and fell inevitably back to her more monstrous self in the end) genuinely fearing too much/not believing that this was an eternal thing Jon could do (if you could, of course, CONTRAST IT, with some more Jonah, from Jonah's perspective, of how /he/ fell into this, and how /similar/ he was to Jon in his younger years, all the more points for me) leading to them trying, and failing, and fearing, Jon's words and position at the end of the podcast, so much so that they tragically try to rob him of his agency again, just like Jonah and Annabelle did before.

On the other side of it, what would have been VERY interesting is Melanie and Georgie leaning more into Jon's side by the end. They wouldn't have had more Jonah InsightsTM that made Martin's fear so strong, nor Basira's defeat and dark pragmatism because of Daisy (and possibly some Jonah too). Melanie escaped the eye. She was given a chance to also fight against the Slaughter (against her will, yes, but she DID take the chance) and she succeeded. Georgie was touched by the end and managed, mostly, one might argue, to rise through it. So those two, especially in this horrible new context, might be more willing to listen to Jon. Melanie I'd say more so even than Georgie, if you think Georgie's history with Jon still blinds her too much.

At the very least I would have liked Melanie and Jon to argue about whether they can cut the tether by, like, removing Elias, then removing Jon in a way that might have of course horrified Martin (and possibly Georgie) but might have swayed Basira if Jon dying COULD choke to death the rest of the fears. If that makes sense. I dunno. I'm spitballing here. Like. Imagine a world where they create a new ritual, STILL with Jon as the core of it, but this time with it being Jon's choice, where they manage to pour so much fear into /Him/ that he becomes a Pandora box and the only way to end it is to burn it or seal it away or something else etc. etc.

Anyway. I just. I don't think Jon resisting the pull no matter how much he could have drink it all in is a bad thing. In fact, by god I love and adore Jon for it because it would have been SO easy for him to give in and he DIDN'T. My problem is more how i personally think the narrative failed him on that at the end.

[maybequinnidk]

2x12

this is a long one

four-year-old lena 🤏🤏

melissa's hair and outfit appreciation counter: all of it, all the numbers

"of course i knew, im psychic"best thing they could have him say

dimples,

at least daxamites aren't homophobic ig

kara defending lena counter: +1

can you believe the original plan was to have her in just 3 episodes? yeah, me neither

"who called you a bitch? and in which context exactly? i just wanna have a talk" kara probably

supercorp couch talk counter: ❤️💙

you know whati was gonna say something about them moving too fast again (already asking for advice, "i'm here as a friend", and all that), but i just remembered that flashback episode in s5, where they have brunch for the first time. so i will just refrain and take what they give us from now on

"would you find peace of mind visiting her?" kara should have stopped her questions there, but i understand that's not her character. she values her family a lot even if they weren't perfect, but it doesn't mean lena should be the same.

"she's still your mom." instead of trying to push this "forgive your family despite everything" narrative on lena, they could have used this as a chance to have a different perspective on this family and forgiveness theme

lena is so done with her

"tell me the truth about what?" if they had known she would become one of the most important characters in the show, this could have been the moment for them to hint at her having magic. would only solve one of the issues i have with that plot (the suddenness), and would maybe help with her wanting to mix magic and science. (i still prefer science being her metaphorical superpower over lena having actual powers)

that's a really long affair

Katie's acting

"we're the only luthors left" you don't understand how much i wish that was true

"earth is in crisis" counter: so many one could say infinite, perhaps

that doesn't even make sense, you're still the hostile one

she could have punched her

kara defending lena counter: again

what logic is that? "she called the police on her criminal mother, so she will betray you too" (she will, but that's a different situation entirely) to me it's just james is admitting that if kelly, for example, committed a hate crime he wouldn't do anything to stop or report her

we've all heard of red/blue pairings, and that one blue/blue pairing. what about light pink and black/light pink and black pairing (literally the same shade again)

is that a symbolism to represent her love interest is supposedly unavailable? first james with lucy, now mon-el with eve. was that intentional?

i love eve

i hate lena behind bars, but she looks good even in prison clothes

blue sure is her color

"i'm your friend" 😒😤

they're so complicated and tiring (karamel)

this woman really got her daughter arrested, kidnapped her, and then used her for her own selfish xenophobic reasons, but she said i love you so obviously she's not all bad right: counter

the realistic part is that lena is conflicted, or even convinced for a second there. bc that's how manipulation works. this one specifically is the one where they put you in trouble then take you out of it so you think they helped, when you wouldn't have been in trouble if it wasn't for them to begin with

if winn is that qualified what was he doing at catco?

she can spell words wrong every once in a while, it's her 13th language

is this the start of james not hating lena?

supercorp flirting counter: office full of flower, "that's what friends are for", "you are my hero"

is this a love confession or are they fighting?

the annoying mxy

rewatching and commenting SG because it's leaving netflix soon, s2

season 1 was satisfying overall, not that frustrating

lots of lena

2x01

why another location? whatever, it's fine. i like the old place too, alex

I 100% believe that kara thought the online quiz would be accurate, just like she thought the dating app in 1x01 would be, bc the algorithm cant possibly be wrong right? bc that's how it was on krypton

"kiera danvers"

eve !!!! i love her so much

"MISS TESSMACHER" counter: 1 (lex stole that from ms grant)

the striped one looked better

i just wanted kara to be a space nerd. is that too much to ask??? "yes", the cw responds

thank god cat and lena weren't there

oh look it's him. so inoffensive

super cousins save the day together counter: 1

new and upgraded title card

in s1 j'onn didn't seem to have beef with clark when they mentioned him that one time

her skirt has pockets. i want it

ok so crushing on kryptonians give badass CEOs prosopagnosia, got it

LENAAAAA 🚨🚨🚨 KATIEEEE

"and who are you exactly?" does she not recognize her gf?

a fic where cat and lena are friends and talk about their crushes on clark and kara to each other and the other is like "you do know that their are a super, right?" and the other is like "pfft nah"

"mr. kent" she says as if she doesn't know who he is. as if he wasn't lex's best friend once upon a time. as if they're complete strangers. but after everything they might as well be

kara's unwavering belief in lena counter: ∞

they should stop talking about super stuff in the middle of a croud

another partnership ruined bc of kryptonite

another batman reference. they said gotham this time. improvements

"i was thinking italian, I could fly there" not gonna say it, not gonna say it. there's four seasons to go still

her dress also has pockets?? amazing

"MISS TESSMACHER" counter: 2

im gonna miss her

"who would want lena luthor dead?" j'onn. my man. who doesn't want her dead? have you met her family? they hate her! and the luthor-haters also hate her

kaznia mentioned

you know what? her face does look different with glasses and her hair up

not them casually talking like they didn't just meet today

alex's fight scenes are so good

lena with a gun counter: 1

Kara's brain turning into mush when lena talks to her. mood

cat is already proud of her protege

she's leaving

"miss tessmacher" counter: 1

she really said "something has changed within me, something is not the same. im through with playing by the rules of someone else's game"

winn rambling is cute

cousin banter. cute too

i wish kal-el had been more present in kara's life for her sake. but for my sake, im glad he is not so present in the show

ugh lillian

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Hey, if you shop at a small business on Fridays, please still go shop at that small business tomorrow. My local comic shop put up an explainer on Insta that they need their regular Friday business to do things like make payroll and pay the mortgage. One of the reasons I'm against the boycott tomorrow is because it says it's about taking on the big companies that rolled back DEI but also said you weren't supposed to shop anywhere at all, which makes the message of the boycott very muddled.

If you love and support your local businesses, please keep up with your regular shopping routine if you have one. Those small businesses need their expected income to keep open.

[hawkwidows]

oh I hate twt so much hate it hate it hate itttttt turns out when you block people and just don't go online - shitty stupid things still get said, still get believed, still get a disgusting amount of likes and me who removed myself from the cesspool to be a happier, sane, nuanced person can only watch on as that many people run around an echo chamber parroting nothing of their own thought 💀 never wanted to have the ability to reach through the screen and shake people like I have lately but no I'll settle for closing the app and having a rant before bed. peace and love to my small corners of the internet that are still sane 🫰🏽

[steelthroat]

I was painting and the religious-fanatic teacher came to me and started asking questions about my work. I answered them and I was ready to go on with my day and she goes "we used to talk more when you were well..."

And I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at her like "wtf" because lady you are under 2 wrong assumptions here:

I would let YOU of all people be aware of my mental state or personal life or anything that concerns ME at all.

That we had some kind of amicable relationship to begin with? No, I don't know how you got the wrong impression since I just ever talked to you after I disagreed with your views, criticized you and almost fought with you because you said something both incredibly stupid and triggering... just because I've kept things civil doesn't mean I don't consider you anything other than a pretentious asshole.

The audacity of this woman, to think she can come to me and act all motherly and attentive while trying to get her nose in my personal life while bringing up a past bond which never fricking existed????? What like do you miss our disagreements???

And I just told her, "But... I'm good tho" which is not 100% true, but that's none of her business anyway

And she goes "yeah but you were even better"

BITCH????? No I wasn't? I'm not doing super now but I've vastly improved since last year so idk are you tripping or something???? And then she says something else about my work and keeps talking to me and I'm being civil and cordial because I'm not a rude asshole even if he doesn't even deserve this courtesy for the way she treats us.

Idk what's wrong with her, like she thinks I'm some kind of "problematic kidTM" for the way I look who needs salvation?? Which is not true, I don't need you as a mother. I already have a loving family and friends. Thank you and get the hell away from me????

And even if I were looking for someone's help for anything, I would NEVER in a hundred thousand years go to her for it. Not even for a broken nail lol.

She would probably tell me to go to church and confess or some shit. She already told me to call a confessor for my grandma because she had a little accident when she heard me talking about it with someone else... fkn hell.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: TUCHANKA (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, Urdnot Wrex, and Dr. Mordin Solus With: Urdnot Bakara And a Special Guest Appearance by: Kalros, Mother of All Thresher Maws I MADE A MISTAKE! I made a mistake... big picture made of little pictures- too many variables. Can't hide behind statistics... can't ignore new data- my responsibility. Need to go- running out of time. Not your work, not your cure- not your decision. Had to be me- someone else might have gotten it wrong... Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[icharchivist]

i mean i get why it sucks but i've been having an existential crisis that keeps me up at night for most of my life too and i'm not producing people expressly to abuse them and use them as tools about it. Astrals are just on something else i guess

i'd say it's a question of scale in general, as in an existential crisis coming so deeply from a whole different life in your head would fuck someone up much more. but anyway i keep saying Lucilius' way to treat other is bad, in those same posts in fact, just that his issues with depersonalization/derealization are also extremely compelling and actually make me feel bad for him. Those two feelings can coexist, and i don't mean that you have to be nicer to him or anything. i'm just saying he's still an interesting character.

[spacehusbandsks]

I interrupted M's daily top surgery spiral and told him he needs to start telling people 'I'm a man that happens to have massive tits, so what? Got a problem with it?' Cause at the end of the day if he never is able to get top surgery, he's still a dude. People can respect him or shove it. bUT WhY nOt bInD aT lEaSt? First off, try having bigger than average breasts (that's AFTER a breast reduction even mind you!) now let's add chronic pain from a list of different conditions, oh and hot flashes too, can't forget debilitating anxiety, plus sensory issues. Go on, see how simple it is to bind now. 🙄Fuck. You. Guess what, even if he simply wanted to keep his breasts for any reason, he's still a dude. End of story.

[jewishvitya]

A pro-Palestine Jew on tiktok asked those of us who were raised pro-Israel, what got us to change our minds on Palestine. I made a video to answer (with my voice, not my face), and a few people watched it and found some value in it. I'm putting this here too. I communicate through text better than voice.

So I feel repetitive for saying this at this point, but I grew up in the West Bank settlements. I wrote this post to give an example of the extent to which Palestinians are dehumanized there.

Where I live now, I meet Palestinians in day to day life. Israeli Arab citizens living their lives. In the West Bank, it was nothing like that. Over there, I only saw them through the electric fence, and the hostility between us and Palestinians was tangible.

When you're a child being brought into the situation, you don't experience the context, you don't experience the history, you don't know why they're hostile to you. You just feel "these people hate me, they don't want me to exist." And that bubble was my reality. So when I was taught in school that everything we did was in self defense, that our military is special and uniquely ethical because it's the only defensive military in the world - that made sense to me. It slotted neatly into the reality I knew.

One of the first things to burst the bubble for me was when I spoke to an old Israeli man and he was talking about his trauma from battle. I don't remember what he said, but it hit me wrong. It conflicted with the history as I understood it. So I was a bit desperate to make it make sense again, and I said, "But everything we did was in self defense, right?"

He kinda looked at me, couldn't understand at all why I was upset, and he went, "We destroyed whole villages. Of course we did. It was war, that's what you do."

And that casual "of course" stuck with me. I had to look into it more.

I couldn't look at more accurate history, and not at accounts by Palestinians, I was too primed against these sources to trust them. The community I grew up in had an anti-intellectual element to it where scholars weren't trusted about things like this.

So what really solidified this for me, was seeing Palestinian culture.

Because part of the story that Israel tells us to justify everything, is that Palestinians are not a distinct group of people, they're just Arabs. They belong to the nations around us. They insist on being here because they want to deny us a homeland. The Palestinian identity exists to hurt us. This, because the idea of displacing them and taking over their lands doesn't sound like stealing, if this was never theirs and they're only pretending because they want to deprive us.

But then foods, dances, clothing, embroidery, the Palestinian dialect. These things are history. They don't pop into existence just because you hate Jews and they're trying to move here. How gorgeous is the Palestinian thobe? How stunning is tatreez in general? And when I saw specific patterns belonging to different regions of Palestine?

All of these painted for me a rich shared life of a group of people, and countered the narrative that the Palestininian identity was fabricated to hurt us. It taught me that, whatever we call them, whatever they call themselves, they have a history in this land, they have a right to it, they have a connection to it that we can't override with our own.

I started having conversations with leftist friends. Confronting the fact that the borders of the occupied territories are arbitrary and every Israeli city was taken from them. In one of those conversations, I was encouraged to rethink how I imagine peace.

This also goes back to schooling. Because they drilled into us, we're the ones who want peace, they're the ones who keep fighting, they're just so dedicated to death and killing and they won't leave us alone.

In high school, we had a stadium event with a speaker who was telling us about a person who defected from Hamas, converted to Christianity and became a Shin Bet agent. Pretty sure you can read this in the book "Son of Hamas." A lot of my friends read the book, I didn't read it, I only know what I was told in that lecture. I guess they couldn't risk us missing out on the indoctrination if we chose not to read it.

One of the things they told us was how he thought, we've been fighting with them for so long, Israelis must have a culture around the glorification of violence. And he looked for that in music. He looked for songs about war. And for a while he just couldn't find any, but when he did, he translated it more fully, and he found out the song was about an end to wars. And this, according to the story as I was told it, was one of the things that convinced him. If you know know the current trending Israeli "war anthem," you know this flimsy reasoning doesn't work.

Back then, my friend encouraged me to think more critically about how we as Israelis envision peace, as the absence of resistance. And how self-centered it is. They can be suffering under our occupation, but as long as it doesn't reach us, that's called peace. So of course we want it and they don't.

Unless we're willing to work to change the situation entirely, our calls for peace are just "please stop fighting back against the harm we cause you."

In this video, Shlomo Yitzchak shares how he changed his mind. His story is much more interesting than mine, and he's much more eloquent telling it. He mentions how he was taught to fear Palestinians. An automatic thought, "If I go with you, you'll kill me." I was taught this too. I was taught that, if I'm in a taxi, I should be looking at the driver's name. And if that name is Arab, I should watch the road and the route he's taking, to be prepared in case he wants to take me somewhere to kill me. Just a random person trying to work. For years it stayed a habit, I'd automatically look at the driver's name. Even after knowing that I want to align myself with liberation, justice, and equality. It was a process of unlearning.

On October, not long after the current escalation of violence, I had to take a taxi again. A Jewish driver stopped and told me he'll take me, "so an Arab doesn't get you." Israeli Jews are so comfortable saying things like this to each other. My neighbors discussed a Palestinian employee, with one saying "We should tell him not to come anymore, that we want to hire a Jew." The second answered, "No, he'll say it's discrimination," like it would be so ridiculous of him. And the first just shrugged, "So we don't have to tell him why." They didn't go through with it, but they were so casual about this conversation.

In the Torah, we're told to treat those who are foreign to us well, because we know what it's like to be the foreigner. Fighting back against oppression is the natural human thing to do. We know it because we lived it. And as soon as I looked at things from this angle, it wasn't really a choice of what to support.