#especially you nick paul. fuck you.

[eyes-above--the-waves]

Love seeing Tampa look so despondent on the bench. Can't think of a better group of people to have feeling that way.

[johnwickb1tsch]

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline Part 2 ~

Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle

You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you... Warnings: some rough handling, ptsd nightmares, period correct misogyny, sorta nsfw <----Part 1 chapter map

-Paul has trouble sleeping. Maybe you don’t know what PTSD is yet in 1945, but you understand nightmares all too well. You have them too, mostly about the night your mother died, screaming in pain. You invite him up to the bed one such night when he wakes with a yell, and he’s too fragile to resist. You hold him on your breast and he falls asleep there. You feel like you would fight the whole Axis singlehandedly to keep this man safe, and you know you are falling hopelessly in love.    

-Meanwhile, don Juan has been trying to get you alone. He has the girls in the house spying for him, and they find the bedclothes on the floor sometimes. When at last he corners you in the cool dark of the cellar he asks with a smirk why your new husband is sleeping on the floor? “That’s none of your business.” You try to brush past, but his arm around your waist may as well be made of iron. 

“Everything that goes on in my house is my business.”

He tries to kiss you but you duck away. Once upon a time you might have folded for him, even if you would regret it later. He's so magnificent, especially when he's like this, eyes flashing and that full mouth pulled in a smirk. But...you have Paul here with you, and that gives you strength.

“You know what I think?”

“I’m not sure I care.” 

“I think you’re not really married. What a scheme, you wicked girl. That boy clearly loves you.” 

“Let go of me.”

He goes on, like you’ve said nothing, the way he always has. “But so do I. You broke my heart, when you ran away.”

“I didn’t know you had a heart to break, don Juan.”

Done playing, he hauls you on top of a table, wedging his lithe body between your legs and pinning you down. You hate how being handled this way fills you with equal parts titillation and dread. He's always treated you like a spirited horse in need of breaking.

“This is where you belong. With your people. You insult us, bringing that man to my door. I made you a woman in the soil of my land. Your virgin blood feeds the roots of my vines. You will live and die here, with me.” 

He kisses you, hard, and you only lose yourself for a moment before you bite him. He hauls back to strike you, but there’s a voice at the top of the stairs. “Y/n? Are you down here?”

It’s Paul, your hero in the nick of time, as ever.

“Coming!” you answer, before Juan can clamp his hand over your mouth. He glares at you, but lets you up. You do your best to right your dress, knowing your hair is a bird’s nest. 

“This isn’t over,” he tells you in a whisper. You want to tell him to fuck off–yes, you have learned some unladylike words out in the real world–but you know it would not end well for anyone. Instead, you just go, throwing yourself into Paul’s arms at the top of the stairs. He holds you, but can’t get you to tell him what’s wrong. 

-The frost scene?? It was cute but there’s no way you’d actually be out there in your silk nightgown with your nips out in the 1940s? 🤣

-The day of the harvest, you all work yourselves to the bone. You’re a “married” woman now, so you take part in the smashing of the grapes. The more beautiful the woman, the better tasting the wine, as the saying goes, and Las Nubes has a reputation as the best around. Paul watches, clapping for you, enchanted and mystified like he is for everything that goes on around here. It’s like he’s fallen through the rabbit hole, into a whole different world. Don Juan is watching too. You feel the possessive weight of his gaze from across the crowd. You do your best to ignore him, your eyes all for Paul as you dance, grape juice all over your body, streaming down your thighs. (as a wine drinker and from a sanitation standpoint I thought this scene was kinda gross LOL). 

-There is heady magic in the air the night of the Harvest, something ancient called up by your singing and dancing, your celebration of the bounty from the earth. The wine flows, and you know Paul feels it too, even if he doesn’t entirely understand. The two of you slip away to your room in the hacienda, giggling and running, half tripping in your lustful haste. The way he holds you in those strong arms–the way he kisses you–you think to yourself drunkenly, on wine, and him, that maybe it’s all you need. He lowers you onto the bed, your bodies undulating together in that ancient, timeless rhythm between man and woman, even through your juice-soaked clothes–you look at him stupidly when he pulls back from you. “Y/n…I want you more than anything–but we’re not really married. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You blink up at him, floored, as usual, by his pure goodness. How was he even real? It makes you want him even more, if that’s even possible. 

“It’s ok, Paul,” you tell him, smoothing back his [admittedly sticky] hair. “I want you too.”

“But…”

“I’m not…the blushing virgin you think I am.”

For a moment he seems confused by this, but then he thinks. His brain is working better than yours, you have to hand it to him. “Don Juan?”

“Yes. A long time ago.”

“He still loves you.”

“He thinks he owns me, like I am a part of his estate. It’s different.” 

“You do belong to this land though. I see it in you. This is your home.”

“Maybe. It doesn’t mean I can stay.” 

He looks down at you so earnestly with those lovely dark eyes, and you can hear the words hovering on his lips. I could be your home? 

It scares you, what you might answer, if he manages to say it. You know that he was an orphan, and that a family is the thing he longs for most. The thing he deserves most, and you’re equally afraid you can’t give it to him, and that you want to.  

You hold his cheek, able to think a little better, even with his delicious weight pressing down on you. You both are a mess, and now you feel gross, laying in your bed like this. “Can I show you something?”

He nods, and you take his hand, leading him out.

Part 3 ---->

[supernatural-bias]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: just some tomfoolery, regular mercenary activities, and spy being his regular grumpy self

↳ song: girls—beastie boys

masterlist!

• The two of you are always doing stupid shit

• There is nothing going on in either of your brains. Nothing, I say. It's just hollow space up there

• But at least you're both having fun running through the base, laughing as you try to play hot potato with one of Demomans bombs while the aforementioned irishman chases after

• Spy swears that the two of you loose what few remaining brainchild you had left when hanging around each other

• You're also a big wingman when it comes to helping Scout talk to Miss Pauling. Major best buddy vibes—helping him learn how to be a bit more of a gentleman while also getting distracted at the same time by something else

• And Scout would return the same sentiment for anyone you had your eye on. As long as it's not Spy. Dear god please let it not be Spy

• I feel like the both of you got drunk once and went out for tattoos. Scout got his infamous Tom Jones "sex bom" one and you got your own equally as misspelled tattoo

• Probably something like "no regerts" or "taem fortress two." None of you notice the mistakes until someone else points it out for you

• Scout loves to show off all of his different scars to you!!! Please ask him to share a story or two, he could talk for hours. About anything, really, but especially his scars

• "Oh yeah!" He said, grinning proudly while flexing his arm, watching as you listened happily. "And this one was from the time I took out a blue spy! The guy didn't even see me comin' at em! Got a good nick in, though."

• "Ah that's okay Scout! You killed him in the end, thats all that anyone cares about." You waved it off, a smile still plastered on your face. "Was that the spy we buried last month? The one that was missing his pants?"

• "Yeah! Him! I never did find out where his pants went though—"

• Prank wars. That's also a thing. So many fucking prank wars. It gets to the point where Medic has to threaten to swap your intestines out for a giraffes if you don't stop disturbing his experiments

• The prank wars are quick to take place outside of the base after that

[velvetexile]

today was the best day of my life

i got to meet my favorite band and i’m gonna yap about it in this post.

when i got to then venue i was give some stuff they would sign and also brought a pin up of eric and a cd cover to sign! first was sound check which was amazing. then it got to the signing which scared me shitless but once i got to bill it went away as he told me not to be nervous. i didn’t talk to nick much but he was so sweet. then lord i got to my favorite man eric martin i told him i had this print for him to sign and he lost his shit he kept asking me questions about it was jabbing paul telling him about it and said it made his day. i showed them all my tattoo and they absolutely loved it especially paul since its for a song he wrote. eric told me he has to show me this interesting tattoo. after that was photo time! i asked eric for a hug and he gave me a nice one and he also smelled amazing. we took three pictures and in the last he fucking choked me?? which absolutely ruined me. then it was time to go :( me and my dad took our goodies back to the car and he had to stop in a shop across from the venue. i waited outside and i looked up and low and behold there is eric himself locked in on me and and told his gf that he just had to talk to this kid and he asked me if it’s ok to take a picture of my tattoo and i let him. we chat for a bit and he couldn’t find a picture of that tattoo but he did show me something else which made me feel honored?? im not gonna say cause idk if it should be told to a bunch of people but some close to me know. after our lil interaction he thanks me for my time and goes off.

then at the show i luckily got barricade! right in front of eric too. he pointed at me a few times and during my tattoo song he pointed at me and at the end of the song he played with my hand! (fun fact four people around me patted my back when the song came on lol). and the very end he held my hand and gave it a squeeze and gave a lil nod.

all in all this was something i will never forget mr. big saved my life at 15 and ill never shut up about how they deserved more popularity.

give em a listen you won’t regret it!

[albonoooo]

got tagged by @wanderingblindly, thank you my beloved <3

what colour are your eyes?: a mixture of blue, green and grey that looks puddle-coloured most of the time.

tell me about your pets/your dream pet: after 15 wonderful years, our family dog paul (i named him that when i was five lol) unfortunately passed away in august 2023, i loved that dog more than most people. (there were some pictures of him here, but i got nervous that someone i know might see this so i removed them lmao). i'd love to get a dog or a cat at some point later in my life, but not now or any time soon.

share some interesting fact about yourself: i'm genuinely incredibly boring, so much so that i had to ask for help to find an answer here. the council decided on the fact that i know how to ride and own a motorcycle and am also a member in an mf in my hometown.

what was the first fandom you were a part of?: i guess the first time i was properly involved with fandom in any capacity was during my teen wolf days.

do you have any phobias?: i don't know if it's bad enough to be considered a phobia, but i'm terrified of heights. there have been several instances of me breaking down crying despite trying to keep it together while being in very high places (usually while having to climb dodgy stairs in very high buildings, among other things).

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! and i hate it because it's so so limiting and annoying. i am incredibly sensitive regarding taste and texture and i have to physically force myself to hold back visceral reactions to foods i don't like. it'd probably be easier to list the foods i can eat tbh.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: first some fries, then burger, fries, burger, fries, finish the burger, finish the fries. anything else is weird (what the fuck do you mean you eat them completely separately, liquid???)

winter or summer: winter all the way. i sweat easily, my body generally doesn't cope well with heat and i prefer bundling up and being a little cold over feeling too warm.

favourite fanfiction tropes: i LOVE a good au, any au really, but especially the cute ones. i'll read almost anything at least once and so there's just too many things i have read and enjoyed to list here. also, anything with an enemies to lovers situation. i am a sucker for that.

are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: both! i'm a full-time student (english major, history minor) and i am one of the student assistants in the english department's student office. i've also had other, less fun part-time jobs in the past.

what is the last country you visited: the netherlands and belgium during a day trip (by motorcycle) in june or july last year, i think.

what country would you want to move to after retiring?: i've haven't ever even considered living that long. i've always had a fascination with ireland and scotland, so based on looks and vibes alone i'd go there. or somewhere with solid winters, like a scandinavian country or finland.

who was your first crush?: hannes (played by nick romeo reimann) in the vorstadtkrokodile movies. i was ready for marriage, dreaming up a life together and everything. it also lasted until i was like 12 years old, so about six years in total. he really had me in a chokehold.

how did you get into f1 fandom?: after my interest was peaked by f1 edits that randomly popped up all over my social media one day (thank you algorithms), i did what i always do when something like that happens and opened tumblr to see what's up. and then i got stuck lol.

i have no clue who has or hasn't been tagged already, so feel free to ignore this!! @hrhgeorgerussell @bright-and-burning @borntogayz @lil-italian-disappointment @liamlawsonlesbian @piastrisms

[faghubby]

Becoming her bitch

Jill and I had not had sex in almost 3 months. Not that I had not been trying. So when she walked in on my masterbating in the shower I was surprised she got so upset.

"I can't believe you come in here and play with yourself, it's so disgusting" Jill said looking at me disappointed.

"What do expect you haven't let me get close to you in months" I told her. She got mad

"So it's my fault? You're in here playing with your tiny dick" she yelled. I hated confrontation especially with her.

"No, I'm sorry " I started to apologize. Very aware I was still naked.

"You are so pathetic" she told me. I looked down realized I was hard again. I looked up at her with a look of longing

"Come with me" she smiled. Grabbing my dick she led me to the bedroom.

"You are so pathetic I can't believe you get all excited while I call you names." She laughed.

"It's been so long" I told her. She still held my dick.

"What you want me to do this?" She stroked me very gently and slow. I closed my eyes and came in her hand.

"Three strokes" she laughed.

"I just" I mumbled.

"You're just a pathetic bitch" she told me. She wiped her hand on my pillow. "You like being a pathetic bitch don't you" she asked cupping my balls. I did like all this new attention.

"I think you will like being my bitch" she told me. She handed me a pair of pink panties.

"Put these on" she told me. I stared at her. "Now" she added. I did as she said.

"That's what I thought" she smiled. She rubbed me thru the soft material.

"I have been sleeping with my boss, Nick for months" she told me.

"Jill you didn't!" I cried in surprise "I forgive you" I added

"I didn't ask for forgiveness, it's the best sex of my life" Jill told me. I was now crying.

"Don't worry bitch I am not leaving you, Nick is married it's just sex with him" she informed me

"You, Paul will be my bitch, I am going to keep fucking Nick. But I can't have you playing with you're tiny cock in the shower" she informed me.

"We are going to have to get you some panties of your own" she told me. "You will love wearing then all the time"

"Jill I dont" she didn't let me finish. She pushed some kind of gag into my mouth. She rubbed my nipples.

"My bitch, do you understand?" She said biting my ear. She rubbed me again thru the panties I was rock hard again.

"You like this, I knew you would" she smiled. I was hoping she would continue but she stopped.

"Hump my leg" she commanded. I just stared in her eyes the gag still in my mouth. "You are all excited standing in panties with a buttplug stuffed in your mouth" she reminded me. Pushing me to my knees. She sat on the bed and lifted her skirt and had me hump her leg.

"See you like being my bitch" she told me playing with my hair as I dry hummed her leg. I lowered my head and kissed her thigh. She spread her legs.

"Go ahead, you where always good at sucking my cunt" she pushed my head between her legs. I spit the plug out. I forgot about myself and focused on her. She came a few minutes later.

"That was perfect" she hummed. I tried to go back to humping her leg. But she stood up.

"I think you should shave" she told me. "Everywhere" she motioned and left the room. I went into the bathroom. Could I really do this? I thought to myself. Jill walked in and placed a camera on the counter covering the room.

"I don't want you touching anything" she smiled. She then pulled out hair removal cream and her razors and handed it all to me before she left me alone again. I was quite hairy and it took a long time before I finished. I went to get dressed when I finished. As I pulled my boxers on Jill came in.

"What are you wearing?" She asked. Pulling out another pair of panties. "Only panties from now on" she handed them to me. As I removed the boxers and slid on the panties Jill picked up the plug I had spit out earlier. She held it up

"For not remembering your place" she smiled. I panicked and shook my head. "Now be good and bendover, or I will make you do it yourself"

I pulled the panties down and bent over the bed. She applied lube to my hole I felt her push the hard toy against my hole.

"Tell me how bad you want this?" She told me.

"Yes, I want this" I moaned. "I am your bitch" I cried as she pushed the toy in. It hurt but I was so turned on, is this what I always wanted. I thought to myself. I thought as I came in my panties.

"You pathetic sissy bitch" she laughed. "The only way you're only going to cum from now on is with your ass stuffed" she told me.

"Now you can keep that in your ass till I get home" she told me picked up her purse and left. I changed into my third pair of panties. And threw on some sweats. Jill texted me

/feel free to try on more of my clothes/ I didn't respond

/I just got my ass stuffed as well/ came the next message about an hour later.

/ on my way home, hope you look pretty/

Jill walked thru the door a few minutes later. She looked a mess.

"How disappointing" she frowned looking at me. Then led me to the bedroom. She removed my sweats.

"At least you didn't take this out" she tapped the plug.

She laid on the bed,

"Do you know what is in here" she smiled. "Do that thing you did earlier today" I hesitated I couldn't. She pulled my head down to her crotch.i could see cum leaking from her. I could smell him on her. My face pushed against her cum filled hole. I stuck out my tounge and tasted them both.

"That's it good boy" she moaned as I licked her clean. She moved slightly allowing me to lick her ass as well.

"From now on you will do that everytime" she smiled.

A few weeks went by Jill had me wear panties 24/7. And a butt plug whenever she met with Nick. And clean up when she got home. I also took on most of the household duties. Jill also made sure i kept myself free of body hair. Then one day I got home from work and Jill was already home. As I came in she had several packages open on the table.

"Clothes off" she ordered I stripped to my lace and satin green panties.

"They look so cute on you" she remarked. Then knelt and pulled out my dick. She placed something very cold on it and then fiddled with something. A few minutes she stood I looked down to see a pink plastic devise.

"All locked up, since I know you been playing with it at work! In the car!" She smirked. Then pulled the panties back in place.

"This is all for you, I expect it all put away before dinner" she told me. I started going thru the packages. The first box was panties more risqué then hers that I had been wearing. There where tiny thongs and lots of lace and satin. But also bras, stockings,nightie, I looked over at Jill

"Since you liked the panties so much, you can start right away since you couldn't control yourself and now have to remain locked"

The next box was full of sex toys. Dildos and a harness, bigger plugs. Lubes and nipple clamps. The third seemed to be makeup like you would by a young girl. Also two blonde wigs. Hair ties and such.

The last box held several pairs of high heels shoes. I went to say something but Jill reached into the toy box and pulled out a gag. She showed me that it looked like a penis and pushed it into my mouth and secured it

"It's almost as small as you" she said patting my cheek. She then explained how she expected me to learn how to do my hair and makeup. Suggested several utube videos. And that I was now to wear a bra or camisole all the time as well. And nightie every night. She also expected me to learn to walk in my new shoes. Then bent me over and worked a plug into my ass.it was much larger then the one she had previously used. I had trouble putting everything away as it moved it my ass. I was about done when she walked in the room wearing boots with a big dildo jutting up from it.

"I want you to hump my leg" she told me. I stared in horror at the 6 inch toy.

"Now" she shouted I pulled the plug free seeing it for the first time it looked to be the size of her toy on the boot. She sat and berated me as I lowered myself onto her toy.

"That's right take that cock up your ass" I could only moan with gag still in my mouth she spread her legs and I saw a usual site of fresh cum leaking from her pussy. I buried my head as she had me bounce on her foot.

"Does it taste better? This is larry" she informed me. Larry was my best friend.

"You are so gay, I bet you would love to suck Larry's cock" she told me just as I came wearing the cage all over myself.

"Well that's never coming off now" she laughed and continued to make me hide her toy.

I wondered what was next. Would she really make me suck Larry's cock?

[thefallenangelsgang]

FALLOUT 4 HEADCANON MASTERPOST

two and a half years ago (👀) I posted a list of headcanons right around when I started playing around with the ideas in my fallout WIP

I've decided they ( 1 + 2 ) need to be updated and added to especially after Death Shroud gave me so many great ideas/things I want to steal. Added break to save you dash my loves <3

I will keep adding to this lmao

SECTIONS:

Post #1 Revisions

Post #2 Revisions

Death Shroud Stuff I'm Kidnapping

Misc Stuff From Asks, Mods, and My Brain (AKA THE LONGEST SECTION)

From #1 (Link Here)

We are keeping chair bound Murphy

I may or may not be recanting my gangly tall 'n thin Hancock HC. I oscillate wildly between wanting him to be Eldritch God™ tall and "gimme uppies! :3" short. He may end up being both. His height will be whatever is funniest for the bit.

oh yeah Sarah Lyons got merc-ed B)

We are still kicking with Kellogg in Nicky's skull but with the added angsty-ness brought in by Death Shroud. Oh the plot! Oh how it hurts so good! Kellogg wanting to find someway to punish the SoleSu(s) and Nick for picking through his memories? Ugh! Give me it all.

We are cutting Billy and the Fridge. I don't want to deal with the nightmare plot holes it will bring up and Quincy will already have enough BS. Plus the more I think about it the less I like the whole quest and its placement. Fuck! Maybe he'll be referenced in Publick Occurrences? I don't care! We're loosey goosey bay-be!

- 10. can stay. I have no issues with them and nothing funny to add

From #2 (Link Here)

Now I can bring up my beloved Vault-Tec Rep. Him in the Death Shroud? Perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. I no longer have to call him Paul Eiding as a very direct nod to his VO. Our Beloved David Dwecker is married to Sheffield and they have a house in Sanctuary filled with Nuka-Cola memorabilia (for Sheffield) and collectable plates (the kind grandmothers display for our lovely Rep). They have a little sitting area set up in the carport where they hangout, smoke, and dance together to Diamond City Radio. I need this for my mental health okay?

Shaun being Autistic is something I really want to explore. I truly forget who I first saw say this but it is not an original idea by any means. I also think the poor thing would have some level of trauma from everything so exploring that is gonna be fun! (no it will not oh my god I'm going to dredge up all my childhood issues.)

OHHHH CHRISTMAS. YULETIDE. FEAST OF ST. NICHOLAS. I find the "Seth Patrick" bit SO funny in Death Shroud so that is staying but also I feel like the feast of St. Nicholas got jokingly flipped into a celebration of Nick Valentine (Same with Valentine's Day) and people are beginning to forget the correct version. Nick tolerates it with an eye roll and a wry joke about people needing to read their history books but secretly finds the whole thing funny. Ellie has a santa suit for Nick to don during "his" holiday. Also the school children in Diamond City send Nick "Valentines" on valentines day and he displays them on his corkboard.

Music. My god the Johnny Guitar bit had me by the throat during Death Shroud. Expand those music libraries! Before you know it I'm gonna give Travis a rolling ladder attached to bookcases upon bookcases of records and holotapes. I want to hear people complain about how many Andrews Sisters records survived and God why won't Travis stop playing them!

The Flavor of Goodneighbor needs to be so complex. Like a good pasta sauce. I better be so overcome by the layers and smells and textures. Better Goodneighbor and Better Third Rail are really good starts but I'm expanding the shit out of both of them I think. I want to feel like Goodneighbor truly is dangerous to be in. Being able to cross most of the town in one sprint burst isn't cutting it Bethany Esda! Make it truly baffling how Hancock knows so much about the happenings in his town.

- 8. are about the BoS and I stand by them. You will get to meet my Lone Wanderer and learn about the hierarchies a little better. I redesigned the Orders and added one I think? I have to re-sort those notes lmao. Also the piloting thing is like MAJORLY important to me because the frequency of vertibird crashes in game pissed me off to no end.

From Death Shroud (@chadfallout76podcast THANK YOU)

Danse is just... Like That now. I can't wait to explore his character before and after Blind Betrayal especially because he will not be leaving the Brotherhood and he will still be Like That. [spoiler warning ;) for my story lol] I can't wait for the beautiful moments that will be born of it.

I actually kind of love some of the plot points in Death Shroud like the Mob Family wars? Staying 100%. Same with Ma and Boss Lombardo and some of the other families.

As is Charlie but I refuse to let him die. I got very attached to Charlie and his death was so perfect but this time he gets to stay alive dammit.

Magnolia sending Magnolia flowers with her letters? Genius

Vault-Tec Rep (David my beloved) being the saddest, wettest cat of a man imaginable when he's in Goodneighbor? Also fucking genius.

"Fish-lips" Malone being part of the same family as Skinny has me so excited for more mob family bullshit.

Ruffino's and the Black Rose is being transplanted somewhere and maybe might be near the Combat Zone. New den of sin anyone?

Obviously I'm not going to attempt to pull apart the fabric of reality in-canon but my god Death Shroud was fun <3

Some new Misc HCs

Diamond City is bigger and more populated, kind of in the same vein as the Goodneighbor HC. I haven't found a mod layout I like so I might end up redesigning it (Please kill me)

This is an old one from an ask! Hancock will help work the bar at the Third Rail occasionally. He's a notorious show off and his cocktails are mainly just straight liquor but he entertains the hell out of people when he dives over the bar to take orders and bother Whitechapel Charlie. There are major losses on nights he bartends due to the fact he forgets (sometimes purposefully) to take payment. Regulars know to put the cash in the tip jar so Whitechapel can collect it at the end of the night.

Another thing I'm keeping from an ancient ask, Danse wants kids. Badly. And the crushing blow of being sterile really fucks with him for a while. but he eventually comes to terms with it. He's also still touchy (as in he's always touching his partner) per that ask because I think that's cute.

I'm just going through old asks now lmao. Nick and Ellie dance together like the true father-daughter pair they are

I forgot who drew this but I once saw someone pair Sturges and Ellie together and that is the cutest damn thing so it stays.

MacReady got the Lone Wanderer's Grognak magazine as a gift for letting them into Little Lamplight and it's one of his prized possessions.

Macready and the Lone Wanderer's reunion is very cute my dudes.

More general slice of life stuff like fishing on the mainland and boats, more things to do in general, transportation, cool amputees, and other shit listed in this post I reblogged YEARS ago

OH Travis and Scarlett get married <3

Danny Sullivan skips town after taking the fun way down from the mayor's office and travels with some cross country caravans before coming back to work in Diamond City. YES HE LIVES!

Holy fuck i forgot I had this mod but the Institute projects the sky up on their ugly concrete dome because this mod fucks hard

Just the general vibe of raiders employing children and stringing more dead mutilated bodies about. There are mods for that and let me tell you they make the raider camps horrifying. No I will not be linking them. But they are available on Nexus should you want them.

Okay I'm changing the layout of everything apparently: Including but not limited to the Railroad HQ, The Prydwen, Vault 111, etc. Fuck game design I guess lmao. I like XFreakish's Railroad Redone and NordKitten's A Sensible Prydwen Overhaul for in game and basically plan to build off of them.

The asks: Hancock bartending, Danse wanting kids and being into physical affection, Nick and Ellie Dancing + MacReady and the LW's Grognak (same ask)

[darry-queen]

Paul x Tim hcs PART 2!!

More general hcs and fluff (I am literally so self indulgent and I do not care)

Tim calls Paul pig as a nick name

Started off being something he used to mock him but quickly became a name of endearment for him

Tim is the only one allowed to call him it and he gets super pissed when any tries so also use it, Paul doesn't really gaf

Paul funds any stupid shit Tim wants to do

"Quit your job and come live with me :((("

Tim has a thing for blondes (rip Dally you would've fucking hated their relationship) and loves playing with pauls hair, adores the curls especially

Convinces Paul to grease his hair once Paul actually loves the way it looks

They make eachother stupid, will put their lives in danger and commit crimes and other things they never would have without the other just for a laugh

COUGH COUGH READ MY FIC

Force Darry to be their third wheel

They're just in love your honor

Please join my cult

[singlesablog]

The Look.

“Is There Something I Should Know?” (1983) Duran Duran EMI - Capitol Records (Written by Simon Le Bon, John Taylor, Roger Taylor, Andy Taylor, Nick Rhodes) Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – No. 4

“[It was] completely separate from electronic music or the future…all the fucking Southern New Romantic bollocks. I mean, if we were ever called New Romantics there'd be a fight... 'Am I wearing a kilt? Am I wearing enough eyeliner? Is my shirt frilly enough?' Oh, fuck off!

- Paul McCluskey from Orchestral Manoeuvres in The Dark on The New Romantics

I love the term “across the pond”, which suggests that England, the mother country for the USA, is only a hop and a skip away, when in truth, the spaces between us are enormous.  The innovations transferring from one continent to the other, especially with respect to music and fashion, have always had a strange and years-away delay that has been ongoing since the very beginning, as if the ideas were always awaiting the right winds, funding, and large, cumbersome, three-masted ships from the Colonial period to bring them over to us.  Part of Modernism is to assume the new world will be changed; part of reality is that the change, as delivered, is much more elusive.

In 1982 the Second British Invasion was brought to the United States in color on MTV, and was ushered in by two very important videos: first and foremost with the complete smash “Don’t You Want Me” by The Human League (an electro masterpiece and forever influential) and then by Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like The Wolf”, their first bonafide, giant US hit.  It wasn’t just MTV that had them on heavy rotation, it was nonstop over the airwaves as well: these two songs nearly swallowed up the 1982-83 season for radio.  In truth there was so much happening with British artists over here that year it is dizzying to consider; sound and image were delivered with enormous speed, and very persuasively.  It was a very rapid musical turnover (and considering my previous thoughts, I know this is ironic; however, a backlog is a backlog.)  The only problem for me that year was that I loathed “Hungry Like The Wolf”; this included the song, and the stupid video, in which I believe Simon Le Bon is in animal drag pursuing a female through the jungle, but I can’t be sure: I refuse to look at it again after being forced to 500 times.  I was also only mildly interested at the time in “Don’t You Want Me”, after being worn down by its’ endless radio play in the US.  However, the invasion had begun.

As a teenager, there was a lot to process in 1982/83: music was now television, and MTV was our god.  I wasn’t staying up late to look at the Brits, I was staying up late waiting for Prince to appear in a haze of multi-colored, neon-infused fog spinning around in high-heeled boots to “Little Red Corvette” (an incredible fusion of sound and image).  There was a lot to look over: Men at Work with “Who Can It Be Now”, A Flock of Seagull’s “I Ran (So Far Away)” which was HUGE in the states, and even Bowie, the originator, coming back from the dead with the future-forward “Ashes to Ashes” being re-aired (1980).  The Vee-jays talked and talked, and we absorbed every scene.  

In 1983 Duran issued their 8th single, “Is There Something I Should Know?” straight to MTV in a video directed by Russell Mulcahy, and it was at this moment that I sat up and took notice.  Technically the band had already conquered the UK and the US, but it took forever for these ideas to sail my way.  Capitol Records was looking for another hit and had the band create this track after their best album, Rio, was already a sensation, and they were starting to work on their third, Seven and the Ragged Tiger (a hilariously late-imperial and overblown, if rather beautiful, mess). For me, watching on TV, this video was my first impression of The New Romantics ever.  Even though DD's style had already moved forward into clothes that were more New wave, I could sense the old style running through the images.  Mulcahy, a true innovator in music videos, had directed many of Duran Duran’s previous clips, as well as for many other artists (notably Buggles “Video Killed The Radio Star”, MTVs first-ever video broadcast, and most representatively Duran’s “Planet Earth”, which, shockingly, I had missed).  His work initiated many of the classic techniques in video: spot lighting, jump cuts, platform stages, empty spaces, slo-motion, breaking glass, fog, bifurcated screens, costumes, nonsense—you name it.

Unbeknownst to me at that time, Capitol tacked this single on to Duran Duran’s first, self-titled debut LP (1981) for the 1983 US re-release, to capitalize on the huge success of Rio’s “Hungry Like the Wolf”.  Until this post, I was always confused at the range of style changes and images that we took in from Duran in ’83, and why I assumed this look was from 1981.  We were all taking in so much British fashion then it was impossible to sort any of it out.  The video, however, was sharp, clean, and brilliant, the clothes still holding a bit of the New Romantic flounce and swagger, but cut leaner, and cleaner; the bandmembers, by now seasoned stars, had clothes, hair and makeup all perfected in an exactitude of knowing postures, and the song was one of their best, and hookiest, with old touches of guitar from their previous work, and with synth-work that looked forward to the next record.  But in 1983, I thought that this was vintage Duran.

Fashion is a curiously hard thing to pin down, especially considering the clothes from London and Birmingham in the late 70s and early 80s.  I would submit that a classic, classic New Romantic look would be the Duran Duran of 1981: lots of makeup, lots of flounce and ruffles, lots of teased up hair (even a ponytail, here or there).  The beginning of the look sprang up alongside of punk (which was anarchic and utilitarian); Bowie and Bolan would be among the New Romantic inspirations.  By the time of the 80s things moved quickly, and Malcolm McClaren and Vivienne Westwood’s Sex shop become involved (Westwood’s Pirate collection in 1981—think Adam and the Ants—is a clear expansion of New Romantic fashion); however the Sex shop was also an expression of Punk fashion, and much more avant-garde, so the ideas began to merge and mutate.  By 1983, to be called a New Romantic band became an insult (and to these eyes a downright homophobic assault on foppery and artifice) and many bands distanced themselves from the title, if not outright denied it. Even a band like Spandau Ballet (a true New Romantic sensation from the Blitz club in London) moved away from those associations, and began to wear suits.  With the Duran of 1983 everything was trimmed down but one could see they were unashamed; if their clothes flounced less, they still had the spirit in them.  This was in contrast to the bands that resented the association for whatever reason: ABC, Depeche Mode, The Human League, Soft Cell, Simple Minds, Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark, and Talk Talk.  The other band closely associated with it, Culture Club, was fronted by Boy George, whose fashion sense ran from Bowie to Punk.  He seemed neither to take offense nor to care what they called him as long as they were looking.

Back in America I was watching all of this late at night on television—too late.  Many of these styles had emerged and were already smoldering in the ashes before we could understand or appropriate them here.  New wave we got, New Romantic we did not.  It did all rather re-flower in the mid to late 80s for us, however.  Looking at the back of the vinyl from the offshoot band Arcadia (with three members of Duran, 1985) I would say their old style had returned.  Around this period there were lots of brooches and asymmetrical haircuts, lots of layers, and lots of unashamed extra everything from nearly every pop artist everywhere. I think the British divisions had finally synthesized into a catch-all aesthetic.  In fact, it was this extra-ness that we now think of in America when we think of 1980s pop music. 

Back cover from Arcadia's So Red The Rose (1985)

But please—don’t call it New Romantic.  It just isn’t cool.

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There were so many styles that emerged in the 80s from the streets, but none better than Bananarama, who were never hard to understand, being appropriated from street culture in England.  Like the Go-Gos, when you saw them, it was pretty clear what they were doing stylistically, and it was never anachronistic. US or UK, you just got it.

Researching this entry, and looking around on the internet, I became interested in the word “naff”, which because it is British has had many permutations, but mostly means awful, ugly, no-good.  I texted my friend British Rachel for the definition:

Me: Define “naff” Her: Deely Boppers and Ra Ra skirts. That was the 80s here.  Nightmare.   Thank god for Bananarama!

On an internet message board from The Guardian, I found a more complete, and complex, definition:

Naff is polari (or palare), the gay urban secret language developed in London to ensure conversational privacy in public when talking about gay sex or insulting straight people. Polari was widespread in London, and particularly in the theatre, from the 1940s-1960s, suffered a decline in the 1970s and 1980s, and has had a revival since the 1990s. It consists of snippets of Italian, Latin, Spanish, Yiddish, Cockney Rhyming Slang, Black-slang and acronyms. Naff is an example of the latter - Normal As Fuck - and means drab, unfashionable, dull. By extension, it is a defining characteristic of straight people, who lack the style and swagger of the urban homosexuals.

- Gerard Forde, London, UK

Well. Excluding Duran Duran, of course.

[charlie-grusin]

Project Monster ("The Gryphon", "Living with Monsters" and "Shelter 54") : Movietalk # 07

What follows is a post originally published on Letterboxd as a "review" for The Lord of the Rings: War of the Rohirrim. It has been slightly edited to read as a standalone.

I believe there is inherent magic in the holidays the same way Werner Herzog believes in the inherent exotic beauty of nature. Before me now the sky is a gray blanket with no tear or end, and though these trees have not faced a wildfire in these parts they nonetheless look dead to the world – even after a sudden months’ worth of rains after an equally punishing drought cycle a lot of them still have that ashen-white smother to them. We have had days of fog (the kind multi-appendaged leviathans could migrate through undetected by the naked eye) but the snow hasn’t caught up to us – year after year it seems to arrive later when you least expect it – yet I also doubt when it does it’s going to look pleasant enough over a mug of Folgers. It always comes close to a wasteland out there, everything so blaring white it hurts to even look, yet all the same I hope it stays and goes on time. I hope we still remember this burning planet by the seasons.

But do not take me as that kind of antidepressant, for I too know my limits. Whenever I stand in that winter wonderland when it comes (if it comes), I can always hear some part of the mechanized world driving down the highway not too far from here (this, of course, could merely be false echoes carried by the winds – an imitative ambiance of the bitter cold – yet I choose to believe in the former). To be more precise I instead believe that the magic which exists this time of the year is only a result of our own creative endeavors – we summon the spirits. You know “Little Saint Nick” by the Beach Boys? That’s a pretty good song, those guys could never let you down, but you also know Johnny Mathis’s “We Need A Little Christmas”? (probably – you may’ve heard it blasting out the speakers as many times as Andy Williams and Mariah Carey this cycle but that’s beside the point.) That’s a jingle I can get behind. Why? Because unlike the many other Christmas tunes out there that seem to imply the Most Wonderful Time of the Year appears as naturally as a growth of poppy fields, this one affirms to us that Yes there is indeed some magic, but we must first nurture it from within ourselves – we must haul out the hollies and slice up the fruit cake before we can ever take the sweets of laughter. Even though it is first and foremost a Christmas Song, it’s perhaps the one I’ve come across that, after chewing on it for a loop or two, might not only be timeless but universal: if we can not find joy in the joys offered to us then it is imperative we make our own. All those who disagree, all others pay cash.

So naturally (and especially the case this year) I seek my own through giant monsters and nuclear annihilation. I may not be a perfect blue downer but I sure drive fucking nuts – ever tried reading Off Season on Thanksgiving and/or Christmas? Try reading Paul Ham’s Hiroshima Nagasaki.

The last time we were on the subject of Godzilla fan projects we talked about TAIYAKI’s “Gojira ゴジラ - blender animation”, a masterwork which still stands as such a high standard in the current fandom scene (if no one has yet to transfer it to tapes by now they really oughta should- like, now), and as part of that discussion I mentioned along with how the short replicated many elements from that budding era of tokusatsu infancy down to a T that it also successfully infused it with a healthy pinch of the analog horror genre, notably because I’d felt compared to the numerous other projects (original or otherwise) which have enveloped themselves from the analog cloth that “Gojira ゴジラ” was one of the few rare instances where its inclusion not only worked but made sense (the splice-n-tightening together of chronological events, the props of machinery making up for the near-absence of life... all things prevalent in Godzilla (1954) to begin with). To me a lot of analog horror in general doesn’t really cut it, and there is often the occasion where I find myself thinking how I missed when this shit used to be called “ARGs” or “online web horror series”. I guess they still are, in a way, but the connotations that ought to be abundant in something as seemingly potent (and popular) as the very name “analog horror” suggests are as spread and laid thin as anyone believing “liminal” and “eldritch” are still usable adjectives of praise. Some of it’s in the execution, some of it’s in what they’re even executing, but while it is still in ways a vibrant, youthful field it is also one which garners more than many mixed results... the kind that more often than not are blasted to unbelievably astronomical popularity in the Netosphere thanks to the likes of reaction-streaming and “analytical” FULLY EXPLAINED channels (the former unequivocally being one of the most despicable, repugnant species thriving in the rancid entertainment bubble and a bane of our existence undeserving the heat-death we need a little snappy happy ever after). But that is also not to say the genre is entirely a lost cause – like pretty much any other field of art which might seem at odds with our tastes, it is merely a case of seeking out the diamonds in the rough. And there are diamonds, my friends: Piggy Soda’s Dog Nightmares is top notch horror that brilliantly plucks at the nerves of the heartfelt all the while striking the same nodes of primal tension I haven’t truly felt since Marble Hornets, and UrbanSPOOK’s The Painter is a masterpiece of aggression which has successfully traced (and pushed) the very boundaries of horror that have once been laid in full through the cinematic lineages of Roger Watkins, Tobe Hooper, Fred Vogel and the rest of that extreme variety. We just gotta spot it... mine it... sieve it from the rocks and the crud and hold it out for all to see.

Like the creepypasta and ARGs before it, there has been a rise of a sub-sector in the analog horror field which has made for a fascinating crossover of online realms and mediums; once when it seemed that something like the nearly four-hour Seal of Nehahra or Altered Vistas’ adaptation of the TV Century 21 Daleks comic strips would only come and go like comets, now it seems that more creators (some of them younger, many of them wielding tools more accessible than ever before) are taking the reins to make their fervent mash-ups come true and set them out in due random course to wherever the internet and their corresponding fandoms shall take them. How many franchises have been played with in this new liberating free-for-all is not exactly certain (or rather I haven’t been keeping track at all, I’ll admit) but as I’m starting to understand it is becoming an increasingly intriguing one. Thus far there have been a plethora of Five Nights at Freddy’s analog horror series independently produced – this may not surprise you as much as there is an equal if not greater amount of its weight in pseudo-Backrooms ecto-matter clogging up the pipes – yet there has also become a growing number of analog series and/or found footage shorts based on the Jurassic Park and (you guess it) Godzilla series. It’s quite a ways from the likes of the NES Godzilla Creepypasta blog, yet at the same time not a surprising one: both franchises are strictly based in the science fiction genre and (in the case of Godzilla)have many fantastical elements often leaning towards pure fantasy, both hold strains of the horror genre reaching as far back as their original manifestations and (if this be too sacrilegious to admit) both of them also share a similar trait as part of their mass appeal as FNAF’s: they consist of vast rosters of strange beastly creatures possessing their own unique and oftimes colorful characteristics and traits. It’s possible the genre may see the same amount of intellectual parodies as its preceding modes of online horror have touched upon before (I write this in blind ignorance of the seemingly inevitable My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic analog horror series which surely must be out there), but since many of these aspiring projects have ventured into genres that have been heavily practiced in the visual and the mainstream (the kaiju/giant monster flick, in this case) one can but wonder where we may go from here. Perhaps analog horror can grow to become godfather to an open array of analog genres, each as pronounced as the next…

It is not a swift possibility, but after watching the shorts that compose Tarrell Christie’s Project Monster series thus far, I cannot believe in any further suggestion that denotes this as an impossibility (if we’re lucky it just might become inevitable). It would be easy to label it as another analog horror series but if the parenthesized subtitle (Found Footage) means anything, it’s that the exact genre limitations which Tarrell Christie plays with thus far are potentially near-fluid (though this could also imply directly to the kaiju genre as a whole, which encompasses everything from science fiction to fantasy and all in-between). “Shelter 54”, the most recent of the lot, can definitely fall under analog horror and further into all of horror’s many subgenres, but when we look back to “Living with Monsters” and “The Gryphon” we realize it is only a sewed-in patch of a larger and ever-growing canvas consisting of shades and flavors that have been dreamt of by many a vivid giant monster fan but which had yet been this thoroughly materialized. If you’re familiar with Matt Frank’s collection of synthesized Toho redesigns then you’d already get a gist of where Project Monster’s going with this: it is a combination tribute, a hybrid remix of not just the entire Godzilla oeuvre but of all the monsters (all of em!) all in one big colossal clash of alternate and meta-history the likes of which even God has never seen.

Ever since Godzilla was called from the ice bucket to settle a score with that other king of the monsters, his journey since has been of many detours and little exits – he’s held beef with relatives, made a few enemies, adopted a kid to call his own and has made some sort of inner peace with being part-time humanitarian and all-around bastard terror – his every flux on film dictated in tune to the times more than anything resembling a chronology or (god forbid) a cinematic universe.* This hasn’t stopped anyone from attempting a plea towards an overall narrative cohesion, however: the Millennium series is amusing to examine on its own based on how nearly every installment was made as a direct sequel to the original, but before this was the Heisei series, which managed to draw an escalating chronicle of “VS films” from the once-seemingly conclusive end of Return of Godzilla, and more recently there was Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, Legendary-Toho’s televised method of crafting a throughline between the scattershot tones and ideas of the Monsterverse. These latter two have been the closest the series has ever flirted with the idea of upholding a material timeline, much of it opting instead to adhere to Godzilla’s past encounters from the Showa era as a kind of spiritual myth – if there is undeniable proof Godzilla exists, then that in turn proves a Mothra and/or King Ghidorah must also exist – and although Monarch has thus far shown the makings of a defined Godzilla mythosby weaving much of its drama from a post-WWII atomic-age world to the echoing ramifications of the present day, it still stands to see whether it will truly blast the Monsterverse’s stratospheres towards something wild and extraordinary beyond its growing interconnectivity to the films. Even if its future seasons should never go far it will not be a total lose – for one, it may still stand as a solid work of SF television as long as it manages to keep its own footing, and as long as blazed and daring minds such as Tarrell Christie’s dare to make the impossible, we won’t need to worry. We summon the spirits, after all.

* And this is one of the major reasons why Godzilla has stood as a One and True successful franchise for seventy years, really – the character is simple, flexible, malleable and all around invincible.

It all starts as simple enough as the conceit of “The Gryphon”: what if the two American live-action Godzillas (the Emmerich and the Edwards, the lizard and the elephant) teamed up to fight that unfought enemy from Jan De Bont’s earlier fell-through attempt at an All-American Goji? It’s not as far off a concept as, say, Vrahno’s “Zilla vs. Gorosaurus” which posits how two of the most saurian-looking kaijus on the planet may square off in a brawl (spoilers: in the gnarly Vrahno tradition), yet what wraps this short off in the nicest, most efficient of bows is quite literally in the delivery. Though it stands first and foremost as a respectful tribute to Godzilla’s American incarnations (instead of introducing G’98 early into the fight so he can be immediately dispensed with by the 2014 Goji for some overused joke/easing of the typical fan-hatred salivations the film opts to treat them as agreeable cousins open to go tag team on this Gryphon fucker), the added angle of the battle being documented through a variety of on-ground and in-the-sky video sources (some meeting unfortunate ends due to the collateral carnage) elevates it a notch higher as a tribute to the modern day American kaiju by using Cloverfield’s own found footage approach as its narrative frame, using every camera’s panicked operator to capture every turn of this Big Apple tide. True that this probably would’ve been a more complete tribute had it included the Jaegers from Pacific Rim or even the Cloverfield monster on top of everything else, but not only does their absence here not deter from the short’s overall effective charm, it is also an admittedly thankful thing they were (it doesn’t take much to reach an overabundance, especially when it comes to fan projects). No, all you really need is pure human panic and death while Godzilla, Godzilla and the Gryphon duke it out in New York by slamming, tackling, and tearing each other all the way up the Empire State to Mount Kilimanjaro in a quick-n-easy four minutes; the world comes later.

And come it does: if there is a star favorite among the current three it would certainly go to “Living with Monsters”, a seventeen-minute crash-course grind-fest through early modern monster history that not only unfurls more of the world of “The Gryphon” on that greater canvas but also indeed blows that stratosphere up to high heaven with what its world entails for any and every giddy and unsuspecting giant monster fan alive (if you were really concerned why there were Godzilla-like creatures existing on the same plane of existence in the first place don’t worry – now there’s freakin’ Gorgo). Whereas “The Gryphon” presented its found footage as matter-of-fact visual documentation brought to you by the series’ rendition of the Heisei films’ U.N.G.C.C. (United Nations Godzilla Countermeasures Center), we now have another piece in the presentation mix, a frame within a frame – subjectivity, a point of reference, an interpretive state of mind – for what we get here is an archived glimpse (the good old sequence meshing of monsters roaming across stock wartime-disaster footage) of an alternate ‘50s being besieged by giant monsters by way of a newsreel borderlining on the exploitative brought to you by- what’s this... Denham Pictures!? Indeed as the in-world copyrighted title card and historical key points make it clear right away, we are being granted all this through the veils of one Carl Denham – yes, that Carl Denham (a Denham who just so happened to find immeasurable success releasing a Raw, Uncut, Not One Scene Omitted jungle picture starring that most unusual eight wonder) – granting us an alternate history where all of cinema’s greatest monsters have appeared in this world (in a very meta twist of fate) through the very tidings which has inspired their mythical upbringings onto ours (as Kong was found by way of forced inhabitation and Ingagi, so too was Godzilla awakened through the testing of hydrogen bombs), a history in ways more in tune to our own than the likes of the one seemingly lips-sealed for the longest time by the Monsterverse’s own highly-secretive Monarch org: it is a cruel and sudden and most violent of existences to ever dare uphold any semblance of normalcy from which only a few may profit and of which many shall suffer (one moment you’re having a time of your life at a live dinosaur exhibit, the next being swept and torn in the debris of a tidal-wave as behemoths churn themselves away to crab-meat). And what a better way to illustrate this bitter truth than to have a few Max Steiner-types mickey mouse every moment of the action, the perfect cherry on the mondo top along with those lingering shots of the dead and dying left after a monster brawl’s wake! It’s shocking, revealing, befitting to the sensitivities of the era from which it sources its black-and-white griminess, and it is also one of the two greatest examples of that yet-to-be-discovered subgenre of analog alternate history alongside Alex Casanas (M4NTICOR3)’s “DEANDEMOCRACY”.

Yet this is not all to say that Christie’s latest, “Shelter 54”, is found lacking.** Rather it’s quite an advancement from the previous shorts, using the exact frame-within-frame as “Living with Monsters” with the simple premising of “The Gryphon” to finally bring us at last to some damn good analog kaiju horror. There’s definitely a whiff of Gemini Home Entertainment’s “MONTHLY PROGRESS REPORT” if you really lean in there, but do not let it be mistaken that on top of being a slight opportunity for the short to suddenly pull some deep cuts out of Godzilla: The Series (Skeetera? El Gusano Gigante?? apologies for my lack of knowledge I only have the Monster Wars DVD) that this is also a retelling of the doomed plant-human-hybrid Biollante myth which manages to tie along references to Hedorah the Smog Monster and (perhaps crazily, insanely enough) the Godzilla from Shin Godzilla (who appropriately shares much of the same attributes as Hedorah’s to begin with) to reel itself back on one of the most major underlying themes of the Godzilla franchise (something which compared to more familiar fan works of the fandom is an absolute rarity, an unsurprising few too far); much like how “Living with Monsters” was basically Mondo Kaiju, “Shelter 54” is told through the lens of what appears to be a U.N.G.C.C.-certified public safety film (one seemingly close to that icky true crime tone as that one major classic of the genre, “Will You Be Here Tomorrow?”) that, though showing all the major circumstances leading up to the creation of this universe’s Biollante and her tragic prolonging existence, ultimately wraps itself up with something as seemingly tidy as a public relations band-aid: we fixed up the shelters and passed a few regulations but we have yet to figure that as bad as it is to assault Mother Nature with our weapons and waste it is perhaps no different or even worse of an offense to take advantage of her with the intention of culling her to our very whims. We after all are an imperfect species – if the best of our highest minds can only lead to senselessness, then what says the world when they really try to save it? It’s a quieter, much somber short, and that’s because it had to be: it could’ve easily crept on you just to rattle you by the shoulders with some loud all-out assault, but this time it chose best to leave you hanging by the threads of unease, letting those spirits linger long towards the sunset and into the night.

** Though I can’t help but find it somewhat pale though this could be strictly preferential – I mean come on, analog alternate history’s right there!

[dirigibleplumbing]

on repeat

I was tagged by @starvels to do this On Repeat Spotify meme. thank you!

Rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.

Laura Marling, Antony Green, Martin Slattery “Red Right Hand” - if I could pick one of my favorite Nick Cave songs for this group of people to cover, this wouldn’t be in my top 10. it would be in my top 20, though. (#1 would be “Mercy Seat” -- look for Cave’s acoustic version from “B-Sides and Rarities”.)

Moon Hooch, Tonio Sagan "Rise" - I’m not in any way qualified to do so, but if for some reason I was asked to pitch a song to be on the next Spider-Verse soundtrack, this would be my pick

Paul Cauthen "Slow Down" - this guy always puts me in the mood to write Dean Winchester (see also: "Everbody Walkin' This Land")

Moon Hooch “God’s Cone” - saxophones with inverted traffic cones over them to alter the sound. the band calls this type of jazz “cave music” and you’re meant to dance to it.

John Francis Flynn "Tralee Gaol" - a hoppin’ tin whistle folk tune. I started listening to it around the same time I first heard Dave Van Ronk’s “Luang Prabang,” and cool fact, you can pretty much sing the latter to “Tralee Gaol”

Odetta "Long Ago, Far Away" - a great Passover song. (uh, other than the Jesus parts, I guess? lol)

Hedy West "The Unquiet Grave" - between my partner and myself, we know a lot of artists who record trad songs. but Hedy West was a new one for us. (she herself is not new - our favorite album of her’s is from 1965.)

S.G. Goodman "Lungs" - what can I say, I’ve been doing a lot of work on my spn fic (see also: “The Way I Talk” is a Dean Winchester song, fight me)

Dave Van Ronk "Ain't No Grave Can Hold My Body Down" - hmm. I don’t know that this would be my top pick for a version of this song, though there aren’t recordings that do the song as well as I think it could be. this also wouldn’t be my top pick to introduce someone to Dave Van Ronk. you could still do a lot worse for either, though, so give it a listen

Shirley Collins, Davy Graham "Hares on the Mountain" - I must admit, Shirley Collins is not usually my favorite. I love her arrangements but the execution can be same-y. this is a delightful song, though, especially if you’re into ships where no one is sure if they want more to fuck or murder each other. it’s full of innuendo, and the vocal style lends itself to the tone. If the young men could sing like blackbirds and thrushes / How many young girls would go beating the bushes?

oh gosh, I’ve been tagging a lot of people lately and I have no idea who has and hasn’t done this one. um @coffeecupandcorgi @fanfictiongreenirises @arukou-arukou @sineala @kiyaar @oluka @ghosthan and anyone else who wants to do it!

[peachyteabuck]

Hi peachy :) I saw your post about your audio books and I was wondering, do you have a prefered genre you are listening to? I saw you post about history I think and the harry autobiography. Is there one you won't listen to?

I'm currently on my fifth book this year, there were a couple of weeks recently I didn't listen to my 4th because I had an ear problem. This one is the first book of 3, weird tho that the first and third are avaliable on audible whereas the second you have to buy/use a credit for. I have two so it's no problem but I won't do it till after I've finished the first one :)

that cat is FOR REAL me right now.

honestly i will listen to anything, the only limitations of what my library has. currently checked out I have:

she said by jodi kantor & megan twohey (what i'm currently listening to

detransition, baby by torrey peters (WHICH I AM SO EXCITED FOR Y'ALL DON'T EVEN KNOW)

how the word is passed: a necessary reckoning with the history of slavery in america by clint smith (this is my next read because it's due in 3 days but someone is waiting for it so i can't renew it)

the life-changing magic of tidying up by maria kondo

indivisible: daniel webster and the birth of american nationalism by joel richard paul

africatown: america's last slave ship and the community it created by nick tabor

we need to talk: how to have conversations that matter by celeste headlee

the 5 stages of grief by behnay books

the body keeps the score by bessel van der kolk

attached by amir levine

100 ways to simplify your life by joyce meyer

uncomfortable conversations with a black man by emmanual acho

wolf hustle: a black woman of wall street by cin fabre

i do mostly listen to history/nonfiction, i guess? i'm not a HUGE fiction person outside of my very tropey romance novels anyway, so when i look through what's available i normally don't pay much attention to the fiction they have. i also normally steer away from self help unless i either a) already know the author or b) it's not written by a man. the sugar jar, for example, is a self help book i actually really really liked (and highly recommend) versus the subtle art of not giving a fuck which i think should be banned from the zeitgeist. which one did i like? the one not written by a man.

i used to use audible/share an account with the gf but this was before i really liked audiobooks. i honestly prefer the libby app, especially because i enjoy supporting my local libraries. also the libby app was this disgusting glaring orange 😂

[the-iceni-bitch]

hehe ask you stuff you say 🌚 here I come !!

So Lloyd and Ari are the main stars, right? But have any of the other guys expressed their interest in the reader? 🫡 is there any jealousy/jealousy potential or is this a filthy case of sharing is caring 🤭 AND pretty pls rank them from biggest, baddest and meanest !! love you bestie Natalie, your rugby au (all of your aus really) have me by the throat 😚🫶

Yay!!! You never disappoint, Sonny!!

Lloyd and Ari are most def our main daddies, as they’ve known each other and reader the longest.

The guys have definitely expressed interest before, but there is also a big tradition at least in the main house of sharing “dates” and girlfriends, especially if there’s about to be a breakup. With this reader it will be different, since Lloyd actually wants to use the opportunity to share you during team bonding to lock you down, and I will say that you are a much more conscious and willing participant than past girls were, which the guys find they’re very into. You are very much still a victim of the revenge porn portion of team bonding though. Which will help quite a lot with getting you to move in to the main house.

Jealousy potential is there somewhat, but more in the case of certain people (Curtis and August) doing things without permission or trying to monopolize her time when her main daddies aren’t around for whatever reason. And some of the boys who aren’t in the main group (Lucas, Paul, and Lance) definitely get jealous that they only rarely get to indulge in you and never one on one, so there’s a bit of drama there but nothing too major.

Now, biggest and baddest rankings! I have to do a separate list for each because size and meanness are not necessarily correlated for our daddies. This will also just be for the main group.

Biggest:

Curtis - 6’9” of solid muscle, can probably lift a car with no effort, inked up and rarely wears anything except dick pants when he’s at home

August - 6’8” also very solid and a little broader than Curtis, nicknamed the hammer because he flattens anyone he’s up against

Ari - 6’8” a bit leaner but he’s still a rugby player, narrower in the hips and more of a runner

Steve - 6’7” rugged, vicious, can literally throw other dudes across the pitch with no effort

Bucky - 6’7” beefy, focused, catches whoever Steve tosses out of the scrum and pounds them into the ground

Lloyd - 6’6” but more lithe per his position, quick and precise, always thinks four moves ahead

Nick - 6’6” and bulky, picks up on defensive patterns easily

Hal - 6’5” and wicked fast, always a go to for ball handling (this isn’t a double entendre but hehe anyway)

Ransom - 6’5” and while still built, the leanest of the bunch, their go to jumper

Baddest:

Curtis & August - will pretty much always fuck you like they hate you, their goal is always to make you cry, and they will laugh at you once you do. They will call you the nastiest things and write them all over your skin before covering you in cum. And lets just say they do some things with used condoms before you’re finally worn down enough to stop insisting on them that are just, so mean

Lloyd - madly in love with you but hates that you think you need anything in your life except him, so his goal is to break you down until you’re completely dependent on him. Constantly slut shames you and tells you no one else would ever put up with all the perverted shit you secretly like (that he introduced you to but that’s not important). Expert at manipulating you to get exactly what he wants and loves watching you in utterly depraved situations

Ransom -while the boys higher on the list may be more obviously and physically mean, Ransom is devious and will lull you into a false sense of security before utterly ruining you. All it takes is one mistake or slip up for him to call you a dumb bitch and go off on how you can’t do anything right so now you have to make it up to him.

Ari - loves you almost as much as Lloyd does, but recognizes that the cruelty Lloyd takes out on you can be overwhelming, so he’s just a little softer in his degradation. Still calls you dummy and mentions how stupid and slutty you are, but in a much more endearing way. Ruins you with his dick though, let’s not kid ourselves

Nick - doesn’t really care about you much except for how good your holes feel, so he’s not exactly mean, but he’s not nice either. If you come, great, if you’re ruined by the end of his time with you, also good. But all he really wants is to pump his load into something warm. Do not tell him no though or he turns into a beast

Hal - thinks you’re incredibly adorable when you’re all fucked out, no matter how nasty of a state you’re in, and will take a shit ton of photos of you to show anyone he wants. Also loves making you cockwarm him or ride his thigh when you’re already ruined then will ask you a bunch of hard questions and laugh when you can’t think of the answer

Bucky and Steve - are the sneakiest in their meanness, because they love praising you while they’re inside you, but often when you’re telling them to stop and that it’s too much. They’re actually a couple but they love sharing a single tight hole and the fact that Lloyd has brought around a willing participant makes them giddy. You typically can’t walk after any time with them so they carry you around and take care of you like their own little doll. They are very attentive in their aftercare, though.

This was so much more info than I originally planned, whoops

Ask me anything about All of that Ultraviolence

[6rookie-writer0110]

Hawkins

Avengers Cast x GN Reader Black

Request- avengers Cast x GN reader (and can you make him black please) story with him being new to filming and during an interview they show funny videos of R's YouTube videos (they do gaming videos mostly) and they see them playing horror games and cussing up a massive storm and the last video they show the cast is of R and their new movie with Sam L Jackson.

You are in your trailer and you have on a hero suit. You took a selfie and you are feeling nervous and your mind starts to panic. This is your first time being in a Marvel movie and it's a huge role for you. You hear a knock on the door and you opened the door.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Came to see how you are doing. Looking good, Y/n” Samuel said.

You will be in the Avengers movie and you will do scenes with Samuel L. Jackson. He became your mentor and he does give you good advice.

“Thanks. I don't think I will do a good job” You said.

“Why? Have you been reading those racist comments?” Samuel asked.

“I saw a few on my Instagram account and Twitter,” You said.

“Y/n, fuck them. You are a good actor and you deserve this role. Fuck those haters and especially those racist bastards. It can be hard being black and an actor, but if you keep listening to them then you won't get far in Hollywood” Samuel said.

“You always know what to say but thank you. I won't pay attention to those assholes” You said.

“Good. Let's go on set, they are about to start” Samuel said.

“Okay,” You said.

In the movie, Nick Fury recruited your character to help the Avengers. Your character is an anti-hero. With some members of the Avengers, you won't get along but will be forced to work together. This is the biggest role you ever got, you didn't believe it at first that you got the role.

Before filming your scenes, you met the cast at a dinner party. You get along with them and Samuel is always making you laugh. Sometimes it's hard to film with Samuel and Paul Rudd because they are always making everyone laugh.

-----

You are home because of the pandemic and everyone had to stay home. You decided to start a Youtube account. You will mostly play video games with other people. You are playing Fortnite with Brie and Samuel. You are having a competition with them to see who will get the most kills.

“Are you fucking serious, Brie!?” You yelled.

She starts to laugh “I had the shot so I took it, Y/n”

She killed your character and Samuel starts to laugh.

“Nice shot,” Samuel said.

“Brie, we are not friends,” You said.

She laughed again. You did get your payback and you killed her character then Samuel’s character.

“Motherfucker!” Samuel yelled.

You were in third place, but killing their characters you jumped to number 1.

“Brie, let's team up and kill this motherfucker” Samuel said.

Brie starts to laugh and you couldn't help to laugh.

“Yeah, I will team up with you” Brie laughed.

“Fuck. You two are cheating” You said.

“It's not cheating to kill our enemy, Y/n,” Samuel said.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and the cast start to go on tour to promote the Marvel movie. You and the cast on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Stephen is asking questions about everyone’s role in the movie. Now he asked more questions... He asked, everyone what they did during the quarantine.

“We have a video of Samuel and Y/n, playing on YouTube” Stephen smiled.

“I can picture him yelling at a game” Chris Evans laughed.

“No one can deny that,” You said.

“Oh, I want to see this. And by the way, Y/n is a cheater at fighting games” Paul Rudd said.

“Lies!” You yelled.

“Samuel, what did you play with Y/n,” Stephen said.

“We played a game called devour. It's a survival game multiplayer. And we had to stop a possessed cult leader before she dragged us to hell with her” Samuel said.

“And did you and Y/n beat the came?” Scarlett asked.

“Well...” You said.

“We have a clip of them playing,” Stephen said.

They showed the clip of you and Samuel playing a horror game called Devour... A monster came out of nowhere and you and Samuel started to curse...

“That bitch gave me a fucking heart attack. It jumped out of nowhere” You said.

You and Samuel start to fight the monster and curse even more...

“Motherfucker! I just got killed by a fucking spider. Y/n, why you didn't fucking help me” Samuel said.

“She fucking killed me then another ugly fucking monster killed me,” You said.

“Pussy” Samuel said.

Everyone laughed at the video.

“Did you and Samuel beat the game?” Stephen asked.

“No, we didn't finish the game. Because Samuel got scared and we stopped playing” You joked.

Everyone laughed again.

“Are they always like this?” Stephen asked

“Filming with them is hard because they are always making us laugh when they argue with each other” Cobie said.

“I have to agree with her. One time, I laughed too hard because of them that I almost peed on myself” Chris Evans said.

“Get to laugh more because I have a clip of their new film,” Stephen said.

The clip starts to play...

“You almost shot me!?” You yelled.

“You are still alive, so your welcome motherfucker!” Samuel yelled.

“What!? I won't say thank you! Because of you I almost got shot and my car blew up” You yelled.

You and Samuel kept arguing with each other. Then he smacked you hard in your face and you smacked him back, then it happened again one more time. Then he takes your gun away

“Wow, that was a lot. A lot had happened” Stephen said.

“In that clip, I play a bodyguard and I have to protect Y/n. In that scene, we actually smacked each other. After the scene, Y/n had an ice pack on the cheek” Samuel laughed.

“He has massive hands, so yeah it hurt” You laughed.

“Actually, Scarlett and Cobie are in the movie and they play the villains. They are trying to kill us because Y/n has something they want” Samuel said.

“We wanted to make the scene look more real. So it was y/n idea for the slapping and I went along with it” You said.

“Wow, I would be scared to get hit by him. Can't wait to see the movie when it comes out” Stephen said.

-----

Paul Rudd and Anthony Mackie did join you and Samuel on your gaming channel. The video gets a lot of views, you played a horror game with them. And there was a lot of cursing and this time you and Samuel finished the game.

A week later...

You, Samuel, and Anthony are at Comic-con. You start to record everything, while Samuel and Anthony start to ask questions to black cosplayers. You did ask them what is their favorite anime character and overrated anime shows.

“Y/n, we do get a lot of racist comments and more. But, you don't have to feel alone, we are black and we have a lot more to offer” Samuel said.

“Yeah, it's been rough the past few days. I thought to do this to show others that anime isn't only for white people” You said.

“You are right about that. Remember what I said, fuck those racist bastards. Let's go get lunch” Samuel said.

“Yeah, I'm starving. Thanks for everything” You said.

He hugged you then Anthony bought lunch for you and Samuel.

[always-andromeda]

“La Belle Fluer Sauvage” for Nick Flynn. Nick has a really rough night at the shelter and comes home to discover reader decided to surprise show up at his place. Nick actually wonders if he’s hallucinating. She’s wearing a sexy outfit and does some moves on the stripper poles to try to cheer him up (Nick isn’t really quite in the mood so it takes some time). She does win him over, and he becomes ridiculously horny for her - would love it if you include extended oral sex/fingering, primal/carnal vibes, real hot and heavy dirty talk, maybe they both take turns trying to dominate one another 😉

Lol sorry for so much detail ahhhhhhhh 😅

Author's Note | lmao, you're totally fine, bb!! in fact, I should be apologizing for this being part of literally the last batch of milestone posts? like damn, thank you for your patience on this one lol.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), y'all read the request lol, we have oral sex (female receiving), fingering, thigh riding, and a little bit of Nick being an ass, nothing else I can think of!"

A Disclaimer | As with any characters that I write who are based on real people, I would like to say that the Nick Flynn I am writing about here is not meant to reflect the real life Nick Flynn, merely the character Paul plays in Being Flynn!

The waiting is what makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter. And not the good kind. Regardless, the pressure keeps mounting with every minute that passes as you sit on the couch. Even though it's entirely the point of the skimpy red lace set that you have on, you felt unsettlingly naked sitting by yourself.

The only thing you could think of doing was stealing one of Nick's old flannel shirts. You buttoned a few of the middle buttons and fiddled with the ends of the sleeves. To say Nick had been having a rough time lately was an understatement. Ever since his father had shown up at the shelter, your boyfriend was seeming to do everything in his power to hold it together. Every time you saw him the circles underneath his eyes seemed to be getting deeper and darker. You can't even begin to imagine how much of a strain the emotional turmoil of his job wrecks on his mental state.

But now you're second guessing your assumption that Nick is just like any other guy; only in need of a quick fuck to relieve his tension. Because when Nick walks through that door looking as exhausted as ever, you feel none of that confidence you had earlier. Especially when he plops down beside you, barely sparing a glance at your unusual appearance.

He groans and leans his head back on the couch, burdened by some work altercation that you're sure you'll hear about later when he feels ready to tell you. But, for now, you push down the rising guilt and advance forward in your plot, bringing your legs up on the couch so you can kneel beside him. Laying your hands on your knees, your arms press your tits together slightly. 

You hope and pray that the awkwardness wears off. That somewhere in the middle of your act, it'll start to feel natural and effortless. The discomfort only deepens when you reach forward to place a hand on his thigh and Nick finally looks at you.

His eyes go wide in the worst way, betraying the same kind of unease that you're feeling. "Something bothering you, dear?" he asks hesitantly. 

You put on a bright smile. "No," you blink rapidly, "Just wondering how your day went."

"About as good as they all are now..." he sighs and runs a hand through his greasy hair.

"Oh," you swallow thickly. "Maybe I can make it better?" you wonder aloud, lifting yourself from the spot on the couch and strolling around it. Nick's turns so his gaze can follow your figure as you walk towards one of the poles mounted on the stage behind where he sits. His brow raises when you grab it and swirl around once, reaching your hand out with a flourish.

You plant a foot firmly on the platform and gracefully slow to a stop before looking at Nick again.

"That was...nice," he says carefully.

You pout, "Just nice?"

Realizing the obvious surprise in his tone, he over-corrects. "That was fantastic, really. I just didn't expect this...why don't you come here?" he looks you up and down, only now drinking in the whole look before urging you over with a sly tilt of his head.

You try not to give into your nerves as you step down from the stage and make your way toward him. Nick notices the way his flannel loosely hangs from you, exposing the thin, lacy straps of the scarlet lingerie laying on your skin. 

As soon as he takes it all in, he's grabbing your hand and bringing you around the couch again and encouraging you to straddle him. His hands rest possessively at your sides and slide up underneath the flannel.

"You look really good in this," he comments distantly.

From your spot on his lap, you look down with a bashful smile. "You actually like the set?"

Nick blinks blankly before shaking his head. "I mean this," he rubs the fabric of his shirt between his fingers, "I like this on you."

You nearly roll your eyes at the sentiment. You should've predicted that the poet would turn to jelly once he saw it. You could put in infinite amounts of effort on your appearance but it wouldn't compare to the simple but tender gesture in his eyes. But you're glad that something is working on him, regardless of if it fits in with your plan. He still looks up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky just for him. It's a type of exclusivity that makes pride swell in your chest. 

"What else do you like about me?" you lean in a little closer and roll your hips, practically daring him to do something to you with the sheer proximity between your bare skin and his.

Nick reacts with a deep breath and swipe of his tongue over chapped lips. "What kind of question is that?" he shoots you a trivial look.

"It's a simple question." Your fingers tease the folded collar of his leather jacket. "I think a smart guy like you should be able to answer it pretty easily."

Nick takes you by surprise, turning you so you're flat on your back against the couch. You adjust so you can sit up and get a better look at him as he begins to travel.

"Hmm, I'm a smart guy now...why don't you tell me what I should be paying attention to, honey?" He leaves sloppy kisses down your jaw before pulling the flannel away just enough to he could continue down your chest. Though his descent down your body is quick, each kiss is filled with vigor; you hear it in how he breathes and hums, waiting for you to answer him.

The closer he gets to your panties, the more your voice falters when you respond, "I think you should appreciate...how hard I try...for you..."

That makes him stop dead in his tracks between your legs. He rests his cheek against your inner thigh and when you look down, you see how his brow furrows.

His tone takes on a note of sincerity, "You know you don't have to try for me, right?"

You reply breathlessly, "I know. But I just– you do so much at that shelter and–"

Nick sighs and starts to chuckle humorlessly, "But that's my job. Not yours. You don't have to worry about me. I'll be just fine, okay?"

You catch how he sleepily blinks. Still, he's nearly salivating being this close to the warmth between your legs. His voice is hoarse as he teases, "Besides, why would you have to try when you already have the perfect answer right in front of me?"

"You think I'm perfect?"

Nick laughs again, "Of course. You know, Shakespeare once said, 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate..." Then he kisses you above your clit.

You groan, mostly from the cheesiness of the line. "I don't think that Shakespeare was talking about pussy, Nick."

"Who knows. It's open for interpretation," he waves your comment off as he hooks his fingers around each side of the waistband. You lift your butt off the couch to allow him to pull the garment down, just for him to crumple it into his pocket. 

Now gazing directly at your folds, Nick drags a long finger up the center of them, gathering the little bit of slick that's formed. It's been a while since he's touched you like this. So you're still sensitive when he dips in, coating his finger in the slick. 

"I take it that I should recite poetry more often when I'm about to make you come, huh?"

"I will slug you if you do, Nicholas,"  you threaten halfheartedly, earning another pompous laugh.

As he pushes the lubricated digit against your entrance and lets it slowly swallow him, he breathes deeply in time with the way your walls clench around him. He continues his recitation, "So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, this gives life to thee."

And with that, he can't help himself any longer. As soon as his finger is buried completely inside of you, his mouth goes to your clit. He circles the bud with his tongue and smiles when he feels it harden slightly.

Hands flying to his hair, you hate the thought of possibly degrading him, but you need more of his face against you. So, using your grip on his dark locks, you begin to faintly thrust against his face, trying to find that sweet spot that you can ride all the way to the end of your rope. That's when his lips wrap around your clit, sending you through the damn roof almost entirely.

Nick lets you have your moment; lets you put an entire show into rolling your hips into the thrusts of his finger and the suction of his mouth on you. He waits for your gasps to get higher and feels your thighs tense up with the consistently building pressure against your clit. Each of your strangled little sounds of pleasure just increases his ego. And that, on it's own, builds him up enough to where he pulls his finger from you and grabs your wrists from where they'd been grasping his hair.

Gathered in one of his large hands, he holds your wrists up and crawls his way towards you again. "I thought that you were trying to impress me?" He chuckles before giving your parted lips a searing kiss. Even though you don't kiss him back, you taste yourself on your own tongue; it's impossible not to, considering you're all over his chin. But based on the way he smirks smugly into the kiss, you know he's enjoying the power play. And a Nick Flynn who is full of himself is one that you don't want to encourage.

Finally recovering from the devastating edge and regaining a semblance of a grip on yourself, you break your wrists free from his hand; a move that he didn't expect you to have the willpower to do based upon the way his brows raise. You push back on his chest until he's properly sitting up and take your place on him once more. But this time, you're planted firmly on his thigh.

Even if you'd been wearing those red lace panties, the material of his dark wash jeans would've overwhelmed your still sensitive cunt. But you commit to the moment and grind down on his thigh, bracing your hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe I changed my mind," you whine, barely able to stand the electric wave that makes you quiver.

Nick can tell that you're not nearly as strong as you're making yourself seem, spacing out each roll of your hips sporadically and reacting severely each time. The sight is almost pitiful.

"Then at least let me help you," he murmurs. With your eyes closed, you feel Nick's hands rest at your sides before they travel down to your hips. Then there's his fingers digging into your flesh and guiding you into a temperate rhythm, turning your pathetic rubs into steady grind against his jeans.

You squeeze your eyes shut as that really makes the coil start to form again in your belly. Like muscle memory, it all comes back quickly. Your body is familiar with this slow burn and is eager to rush through each twist and turn just to get to the ending. Nick is going to absolutely ruin you with this one and you can do nothing to stop it; and what's worse, is that you don't want it to stop.

Long after the end hits you, you're still clinging to him. The climax moves through you so fast that you feel like if you move even a little bit, you might just fall apart. So you stay, waiting for the tension to simply fade away. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, shaking as your arms snake around his torso.

"Fuck, I really needed that," you whisper.

Nick chuckles hollowly, taken aback by the way you attach yourself to him like a lump. He decides on rubbing your back over his flannel. That texture makes the smile reappear on his expression. He hums, "I think I needed that too."

Being at that shelter takes something out of him. Every single day he works his ass off, taking care of people, often to what feels like an unsympathetic audience. He thinks back to his father; always so disappointed that the world hadn't simply folded to his obvious brilliance. Seemingly disappointed with Nick for not bearing the burden of his mistakes. It's thankless work.

But this isn't. And Nick, himself, clings to that. That, here, especially when he's holding you, he has a place where he is treasured.

[luminnara]

So you see I ADORE domestic fluff. So this is 💛 anon part 1 of domestic fluff (feel free if you ever wanna turn any of this into actual writing pieces, I'll message you and reveal my secret identity ;))

So. Billy and Steve have never really experienced the wonderful world of polyamory before. Like the boys, especially since I headcanon that most of them have turned throughout the 60s and 70s, theyve probably, ahem, experimented.

I can imagine Billy is a little skeptical at first. Like, he never knew he liked guys, let alone four of them. Now he's already protective over his boys but when old king Harrington comes into town, oh boy. Billy constantly is like, holding Reader's hand, or him and marko are inevitably making out in alleyway somewhere. David and him probably have an arm over each others shoulders.

Steve, he comes in and it's actually Dwayne and Reader who become attracted to him first. He helps Laddie out when he doesnt have enough pocket money for an ice cream.

Now steve isnt as physically protective, or at least not with someone like david, him and dwayne are usually holding hands or paul and him touching in some way.

Marko and Reader they are little creative bastards and they see that 6 people trying to PDA it's kind of awkward. So, they each take each others jackets (like, nick them when they're asleep) and on the sleeve of everyones jacket, they embroidered initials.

P, M, D, D, S, B, (whatever readers initial is)

So, even when they're not together, they're together

:)

I think Billy would have a lot of jealousy problems early on, because he would be afraid of someone taking one of his partners away (even if it’s another partner). I can see him trying to settle in and navigating this new world where he’s suddenly in the middle of this very chaotic—but very loving—poly THING, and managing to accept and say out loud that he IS into guys and he ISNT afraid of that, and having to deal with so many conflicting emotions all at once. He wants attention from everyone, because if it isn’t on HIM then they might be looking at someone ELSE and decide he isn’t worth the trouble, or decide that they’re done playing with him, or just leave. He’s afraid of being abandoned by this new wonderful thing he’s found because he can’t believe that it won’t suddenly go away, just like every other good thing in his life…and he can’t accept that he actually IS good enough to deserve all of those sleepy “I love yous” just before dawn.

BUT

Steve knows that Billy is a mess of emotions. I like to think that he found out more about Billy’s life after Starcourt happened, or maybe it all came out over a bottle of booze. When he sees the way Billy is so unsure of himself and how everything is manifesting as that jealousy and that anger that he’s so well known for, Steve just gets SO fucking protective of him, because that’s HIS mess of a boyfriend and if ANYBODY makes him feel bad then HE’S GONNA—

Call a in vampire actually because he would really rather not fight but if he has to he’s got a Louisville slugger ready and waiting, baybee

And the boys know all about jealousy. They still feel it, but they’ve had so much practice that it doesn’t usually get in the way of things anymore…except when it comes to Billy and Steve (and reader) because those are their NEW babes