#every single time i post something they show up like flies

[captain-jalapeno]

There are so many goddamn spam bots (or incognito porn bots) that keep trying to follow me.

Like sure, the bots learned to have a profile picture and a semi-believable name, but it's painfully obvious they're fake the second you open their blog

I have like 50 followers lads, you really think I'm not gonna skim over their blogs at least a little bit to see if I wanna follow them back?

Annoying pests

[roseykat]

TITLE: Calling him ‘daddy’

SYNOPSIS: An OT8 blurb of what happens when you call each of the members ‘daddy’.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of sex, orgasms, choking, using the name ‘daddy’, spitting, public sex, degradation, use of names such as ‘slut’, swearing, dirty talk, edging, bondage.

MASTERLIST

A/N: Last blurb upload before I post my Hyunjin one shot for Shutterfly Butterfly. Thank you so much for reading. ily xox (Rose)

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BANG CHAN

Call him daddy. Just do it, because he will fuck you into next month. He already exudes that ‘daddy’ energy anyway and boy does he live up to it. He’s not always a mean top or dom. In most instances, he’s polite, subtle and unassuming. What he says in bed, goes. You know when to get on your knees and take all of him in your mouth until it’s full with his cum.

You know when to use your words wisely in bed, no matter how frustrated you get with him when he edges you for the fifth time. It’s that type of daddy energy - the ‘say something once and you bow’ type. But, be obedient, and he will reward you for being good. Be disobedient and you won’t see his dick for the next two weeks.

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MINHO

It’s literally a ‘fuck around and find out’ if you want to call him daddy. If so, he’s dragging you to the nearest surface and fucking you on it. That name to him, drives him nuts - in the best way though. He can be one of those mean daddies who won’t give you what you want, but only on special occasions and only if you truly deserve it.

The times where you don’t deserve it are usually the times where you call him daddy in public just to rile him up. If public indecency wasn’t a crime, Minho would be fucking you in front of everyone who walks past on the street. Or ripping your clothes off with his teeth on the table in the middle of a restaurant. He’d want people to know who your daddy is, and he’s sure one person would at least enjoy the show.

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CHANGBIN

The name ‘daddy’ flew over his head once, but it’s okay, he was just trying to understand it. The second time he hears you call him it was just as a joke, even then he laughed. But when you’re whining it out for him in bed, that man gets it and he’s done for. When Changbin is about to make you cum, and you’re repetitively calling him daddy, he’ll be fucking you harder into the mattress.

There’s an aspect of the word ‘daddy’ that makes him feel more dominant than usual. It’s like you’re relying on him for something - usually sexual favours, which he loves to uphold. But there’s also the soft requests like hugs, kisses, sometimes but not always, material thing. He’ll do them only for you and loves seeing the satisfaction on your face when he fulfills them.

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HYUNJIN

Folds when you call him daddy. If he’s pounding into you at such a rough pace, you won’t even be able to get the word out past your lips. The same goes for when he’s choking you. So if your mouth isn’t stuffed with a ball gag or his cock and you’re able to call him daddy, Hyunjin will nearly combust. He needs to hear ‘how good daddy feels’, and ‘how much daddy is making me cum’.

It fuels the hell out of his ego but doesn’t get too cocky about it. He’ll adhere to that title by rewarding you if you’ve been good or punish you if you’ve been misbehaving. Usually his punishments are intense and cruel. Hyunjin has no trouble fixing a collar around your throat, binding your body until you can’t move, edging you until you cry, but would never let you orgasm.

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JISUNG

The beauty of Jisung is that he’s the ultimate switch who cannot sit in the middle of the top/bottom and dom/sub spectrum. He’s a top or dom one day then flies straight over to the other side as a sub or bottom the next. In saying that when he’s not acting like a whiny, little sub, calling Jisung ‘daddy’ will expand the dominant side of his personality. Hearing that name in his ear will make him fuck you harder, make you cum harder, make you moan louder, all of the above.

He’ll say things like ‘what a gem taking all of daddy’s cock.’ Or, ‘you love it when daddy fucks you like this huh? Look at that, creaming around me like a good little slut.’ It’s insane how much he enjoys that slice of power. He just gets so into the moment that he could easily slip into a top or dom high depending on the situation. Regardless, that is his name to you whenever he’s not being a sub or bottom and he won’t settle for anything less.

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FELIX

Felix has the personality of an angel - someone who literally cannot do wrong in the eyes of a religious goer. But in bed, he’s the son of Satan himself. The day the word ‘daddy’ accidentally slipped out of your mouth, was the day his innocence was stripped back. He fucks you differently now. It’s harsher, hand around your throat, degrading, wanting to spit in your mouth type of fucking.

He’s become so accustomed to hearing you call him daddy in bed that sometimes it’s weird if you don’t. That being said, if you call him that name outside of the bedroom too, it easily gets him horny enough to fuck you. Be it in a dressing room, the back of his car, or in a club. He could never get enough of hearing that word from you.

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SEUNGMIN

Isn’t entirely fazed when you call him daddy. He knows he could most definitely be one, but isn’t conceited about it either. It’s the cool, calm, and collected aura around him which is a little bit unpredictable that could make him a ‘daddy’. But that’s what most ‘daddies’ emulate anyway. He needs to be able to make sure you can’t predict what he brings to the bedroom.

That way, he’ll have you screaming out ‘daddy, please’, ‘daddy fuck me’, ‘daddy you’re gonna make me cum’, whenever his cock is buried inside of you. In contrast to that, Seungmin is a master of aftercare. Since he’s harsh, he needs to make up for it afterwards by fully attending to whatever it is that you need. It’s also an unspoken aspect under the umbrella term ‘daddy.’ Either way, he lives up to it well.

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JEONGIN

At first, Jeongin didn’t understand what the hype was when he heard about people calling their significant others ‘daddy’. It wasn’t until it slipped out of your mouth once in bed which got him hard enough again to fuck you twice. Since then, he’s never looked back. He asked, only if you were comfortable with it, for you to keep calling him that. He could melt into the mattress at the sound of your strained voice, hearing that name when he’s eating you out or taking you from behind.

So on the surface, he’s a seemingly innocent looking person but you know that underneath there is a man who’s been blessed by the gods with the ability to fuck. It’s the same person who likes to hear the word ‘daddy’ fall from your lips the same way that his cum does whenever he uses your mouth.

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

My Word

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: When Javier undressed you, he was particular about it. But, you? You loved to dress Javier. You were particular about it.

Warnings: smutish (it's implied, blink and you'll miss it), angst, insecurities in a relationship, workplace relationship, implied that the reader has a higher position that Javier, swearing

A/N: I tried posting this maybe a month ago and I broke down crying because it wouldn't show in tags lol. This is definitely a little universe I'd like to write for more.

I don't own photos, or characters. Divider is from the talented @firefly-graphics.

Javi loved to undress you. 

And you loved letting him. 

He usually does it when he shows up at home three hours after the time he promised you he was going to that morning. Every single time he does it, at least three or four times per week, you would spend those three hours convincing yourself that now is the time to put your foot down, to state quite plainly that you won’t accept the way he treats you anymore. 

Like you’re disposable. 

But every single time, he comes home and looks at you, at the furrow in your brow and the way your eyes are bloodshot and the way your cuticles are bleeding from picking at them for too long out of worry, and all your will flies out the window. 

Because it might feel like he treats you as disposable, but when he looks at you in those few moments after his delayed arrival, you feel as if the sun’s been put in the sky for you. His eyelashes will flutter and then you feel as if the sun’s been taken down and replaced with the moon and the stars for you. 

Then, he’ll murmur your name, say he’s sorry and then drop a pet name. You’re always quick to notice that he never claims that it won’t happen again. You’re glad he doesn’t. It would be a statement of vulnerability from him if he said it and a blaring thorn of naivety from you if you believed him. 

The worst part is, is that you would. And you know he knows and it makes the desperate dash into his arms heavier and weighted than either of you want it to be. 

After he kisses you, he reaches for the buttons of the shirt he’d worn yesterday and takes it off you. You reach for his belt and he takes you to bed and says he’s sorry a thousand times over without ever having to say the words. 

He’ll take your knee in his hand and press it down into the bed. He’ll kiss away your tears and let his own fall on your face until he’s not sure whose are whose. It’s a positive feedback cycle. You see his and yours fall harder, making him cry and making you cry more. 

He’ll smooth his hand against the side of your head and then hide his face in the sheets when he’s close or when the sight of your watery eyes are too hard for him. 

When it’s over, he’ll keep the lights off and take you to the kitchen. There, you’ll either eat the dinner you made, cold, or make do with what you can find. 

Going out for food is never an option. You’re not sure if you can hide how you feel about him on your face and there are always eyes in the walls that are open and observing you and you’re not sure what kind of target it will put on your backs. 

After that, he’ll take you back to bed and say that he adores you, that he can’t live without you. And you grant yourself a moment to soak in the words and pretend that they’re the ones you want to hear. The moment passes and you’ll tease him, ask him how he’s managed to live thirty-something years without you then. 

He’ll say he wasn’t really living and you’ll snort at how corny and melodramatic he’s being. Then you’ll say that you can’t live without him and he’ll look offended. 

You never can get a read on him, but you know yourself well enough to know that you mean it when you say that he’s the heart and lungs that keep you alive. 

You hide your face in his chest as he starts to talk and he wraps his arms around you and braids your legs together. He talks about the bits and pieces of his day that he’s cherry picked for you despite the fact that you work in the same building as him and that you have higher security clearance than him. 

When Javier undressed you, he was particular about it. The only thing you’d be wearing those nights would be his arms, until he undresses you again in the morning and leaves you with the untouched cool sheets of your half of the bed. 

But, you? You loved to dress Javier. You were particular about it. 

He was particular about how his button-downs were handled. He was the one to iron and fold them, a ritual he went through every Sunday evening, along with applying wax to his boots and jacket. Two other things he was also particular about. 

He was less particular about what he wore. Which jeans and which shirts. As long as they were cleaned, neatly ironed and creased in the right ways and not creased in the wrong ways. 

And you were particular about choosing for him. 

Every morning, with the sound of his shower as your alarm, you open your closet and see what you were in the mood for today, what he was in the mood for today and whether he had an important meeting he needed to be extra pretty for. 

It’s a way you try to help shoulder the burden he has to carry the moment he steps outside, to soothe the tension that’s usually close to its breaking point before it’s even ten in the morning. 

You know it’s not much, and sometimes you doubt whether it is truly helpful or if you’re just a nuisance, a pesky fly in his otherwise calm and stable morning routine. Yet, you’re too selfish to actually ask, hoping that if you do get to become truly annoying he’ll swat you away. 

The image put into your own mind is not a pleasant one. It makes your heart ache and your hands tremble. You’re not sure how invested in this whole arrangement Javier is, married first and foremost to his work, and you’re too scared to take the leap and see. To see if he’ll be there when you fall or if you have to nurse bruises and broken bones and joints that never healed right for years to come. 

You’ll take it, whatever he’ll want to give to you and you’ll give to him whatever he wants. It’s horrible and unhealthy, but it makes you feel whole and complete. You never feel better than when you’re with him, the anticipation and excitement of when you know he’s going to come home to you, there’s nothing worse than having to kiss him goodbye behind closed doors and have to pass him in the halls of the embassy, pretending he’s just another stranger in a foreign country. 

Normally, if you were living with a man and his clothes took up half of your closet the same way his body did your bed, if you made dinner for him and he pressed lotion into your curves after your showers, you’d have a decent handle on the situation. You pride yourself on being able to read people fairly well and so you'd do the same and get the answers you wanted in his eyes. 

But it’s not normal, the situation you’re in now. Javier isn’t working your normal office job and every morning you wake up with him could very well be your last. You’re both living and working on borrowed time. 

And you never want to risk starting a conversation with him that could easily turn into an argument. You never want to risk frazzling his nerves. It could cost him his life and if it costs him his life it costs you yours. 

The unspoken affection you have for him is as simple and twisted as that. 

The click of the bathroom door opening brings you back to the early Saturday morning. 

Jeans. 

He’ll want to wear something more comfortable today. He’ll be at his desk for a long time, and will fuck up his back, and this evening you’ll have to try and unfuck it long enough for him for the cycle to restart again tomorrow. 

He says good morning and starts to shuffle around behind you as he dries off and gets dressed. 

The thoughts you’ve been having are too serious for the time of day, particularly considering these are the precious few minutes you get to have with Javier before the day has had it out with him. There’s still a foggy air of sleepiness around him, and he’ll stay like that until he’s had his first, of many, cigarettes and cups of coffee, his voice still gravely. His skin will still be a little damp from his shower, and the rough skin of his palms will be momentarily softened if you dare to take his hand in yours. 

This is a form of him you feel privileged to see, and hope, childishly, that you’re the only one to whom he shows how soft he actually is. 

“Baby?” His breath is warm and comforting against your ear. 

You realize too late that you’ve spent the better part of half an hour standing in front of your closet and doing nothing but spiraling into your thoughts, and the worst part is that Javier has also noticed. 

You turn your head and nudge the tip of your nose against his. You’ve been on the brink of tears all morning and you’re scared that if you look into his eyes now you’ll cry, “Hi.” 

He pulls you in closer and starts to run his palms up and down your arms, “Tired?” 

“A little,” you and him always are. You can’t remember a time you’ve slept before midnight, equally can’t remember a time when you were woken up after the sun. Maybe it’s been your hyperactive, sleep-deprived mind that’s been keeping you occupied so, but you know for certain that the way you feel is not how Javier thinks is the way you feel. 

Before he gets to push you on it, you pull away from him, grab a pair of his jeans and tuck them underneath your arm, “I was thinking eggs for breakfast.” You riffle through his button-downs, look down at the jeans you’d chosen at random and you think about what would look good with them. 

You’re stuck between two options, a light blue and a tan that’s close to the color of his skin. An ugly sprout of jealousy takes hold of you before you can push it down and you reach for the blue. 

You hope he’ll wear his brown boots today, to match with the belt you’ve chosen out for him. His black belt is hanging on by a thread and he’s been promising you he’ll get a new one for over four months now. 

Tossing your choices onto the unmade bed, you turn around and smile at him, and he smiles back. He’s already lit his first cigarette of the day, and you want nothing more than to stub it out, to keep him here with you, untouched and unscathed from the world around him. 

“Eggs sound good, I might haveta-'' he pauses when you walk away from him, towards the bedside table. “Hey.” 

You’re looking down at his stubbed cigarette, barely halfway smoked in the ashtray. It’s been crushed hard enough for it to be unsalvageable later. 

You want to apologize but you’re tired of lying to him so much. 

Instead, you walk back towards him, brush his hair away from his forehead and soak up a stray droplet of water on his shoulder with your finger, brushing it against your thigh, “Do you still want me to dress you?” 

There’s clearly something wrong, you know he’s figured that out. What’s wrong, you don’t know, and so how can you expect him to know? Besides, there’s not enough time for that, you’re both running late as is. 

“Yeah.” You watch his eyes soften from their hard defensiveness over the smoking and back to the gentle, duvet-soft brown you dream of the nights when he’s not with you. 

So, you take his button-down and hold it out for him so he can loop his arms through the sleeves. You tuck your fingers underneath his collar and pull the shirt forward so the shoulder seams fall correctly and start doing up the buttons for him, leaving the first three undone the way he likes. 

When you’re done, he manages to take your hands before they’re gone. Bringing them up to his face, he kisses each palm, presses them against his neck to warm them up. 

Your gaze falls to his collarbones, protruding out more than normal, “You’re getting too skinny for your own good.” 

He makes the non-committal sound that lets you know that you’re acting like his mother, and in reprimand you slide your hands out from underneath his and reach for his jeans. “What do you want for dinner?” 

Though you help him put them on and tuck his shirt so it won’t wrinkle awkwardly, he does up the buttons himself. Your fingers have fiddled and failed with them enough times for you to have learned your lesson.

“Nada,” his voice has that stone edge that warns you not to argue with him on that one. “I’ll figure it out. You’re busy enough as it is.” 

You only hear the things you want, “How about some rice? And some pork loins?”  

You put on his belt for him and slide his sunglasses into the open seam at his chest where the buttons are unbuttoned. 

“There’s no meat in the freezer.” It’s your freezer. But he says the, as if it is just as much his as yours. You’re reading into it too much yet it feels too good to stop. The. It warms you from the inside out and from the outside in. 

Your relationship with Javier has you obsessing over elementary school articles, dreaming up baby carriages out of commas. 

“I’ll get some before I come home,” you drape his leather jacket over his shoulders like it’s his cardigan and like he’s a schoolgirl from the fifties. You’re not even sure the butcher shops will be open by the time you’re done at work. 

Your other option is to take an extended lunch break, a break that you were never officially allotted, and get the meat then. 

“Like hell you will.” 

And you already know how Javier feels about you walking the streets alone. He’s willfully oblivious to the near identical training you’ve both received. 

Inside your closet is his watch. He holds out his wrist for you and after you set the time and push in the button that makes the handles move again, you do it up for him. The room is silent save for the faint click of the metal joints of the wrist band. 

Finally, you like to do his hair for him. Run your fingers through it to smooth it down and brush so it lies flat against his temples. 

“There you are, Javi,” you step back and cross your arms, tilting your head to the side. 

“How do I look?” His eyes twinkle, and he holds out his arms for you in a mock pose. If you squint, it looks like he’s smiling. His jacket falls to the ground with a thump. 

“Just gorgeous,” you play a little into his ego and nod to the mirror hanging on the inside of the closet door. “Take a look at yourself.” 

This time he does smile, comes close to you and with his hands on your waist brings you to him to take away the remaining space between you two. “Don’t need to.” 

You press your hands onto his chest and look up at him, “Just gonna take me for my word?” 

“Yeah,” he manages to look you in the eyes for the first time properly all morning. “Something like that.” 

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[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 5

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out.  Little angst, lots of fluff, handholding,kissing

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely.

*As always thank you so much for the love. I have another AU brewing, as well as some fallout stuff. So please be sure to stick around to see what's next. *

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Three weeks go by quickly. Time always flies when you are busy. Liz has gone back to her usual snot-nose self. Basically avoiding you at all costs unless you have to swap information. Katie had also taken the same stance on things. She was much more curt and would regularly give you side eyes. It hurt. You'd always like Katie, she may not have been a friend but the cold shoulder was rough. You'd also been traveling a lot more. The nice thing was Trevor and you would share rides. If you were slated to travel south of town you'd pick him up. North and he'd pick you up. Most mornings you'd try to snooze a little on the drive. He never pushed things, not that there was anything to push. But it was still nice not to have questions about your lackluster love life. Instead, you would just talk about him and Decon. They were getting on famously and had talked about potentially moving in together. 

As for Walton, he was his usual goofy self, but there was something off. He doesn't touch you as much. No hand on your elbow, or quick cheek kisses as he leaves the trailer. He wouldn't drag his chair over to make sure he sat beside you so that he could show you something funny he found on Instagram. Instead of sitting himself a little further from everyone, he seemed to have distanced himself from most of the crew. You didn't realize how much you noticed all the little things until they were gone. You've taken to eating lunch in the makeup and hair trailer. Trevor has been hanging with Decon and the rest of the props department. As much as you enjoy the company you can't help but feel like a third wheel. So eating alone while reading a book is just easier. Plus the book took your mind off the fact that you felt a heart-sick. Even though nothing had transpired, you had been more hopeful than you had realized. 

So instead you‘re busing yourself, already lining up another show for when this one is finished, which is a huge relief. Having a show slated ahead of time can be daunting and it depends on who you vibe with more than your talent. Thankfully your name has gotten out there, untarnished by Liz and you've clicked with a few heads of departments who are happy to have you. Your year is full, you even let yourself look over apartment listings. A good half of them are way out of your price range. The other half is several cities away, and with how expensive gas is, the lower rent wouldn't matter.

You let out a sigh checking your watch. Another fifteen minutes before the trailer would be swamped with people. You briefly wonder if you could get a nap in. The last week of night shoots had worn you out. A knock on the door pushes that thought away. 

“Come on in.” You call out expecting an AD or maybe Costumes to come in.

The door opens and Walton comes in, hat and sunglasses blocking out the unusually sunny day. You felt slightly annoyed that you'd have to redo his face, and Trevor would have to unflatten his hair. Your heart speeding up pushed that out of your mind. 

“Hey, Walton.” You say, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the butterflies in your stomach along with your elevated heart rate.

“Hey, gorgeous,” He says with that wicked grin as he settles in the chair across from you. The nickname makes you straighten yourself up.

“You're a bit early. But I don't mind,” You say, reminding yourself that you need to keep your distance if you are going to make it the next few months. 

“I am actually here to ask you a question.” His hands adjust his clothing. You wonder for a moment if he is as nervous as you are. The morning from nearly a month ago playing out, the thought of him full of jittery energy as you sat with him. 

“Oh?” You ask, taking a sip from your water bottle to hide your smile.

“Would you like to come out for dinner with me?” 

You worry at your lip for a moment. The man had barely spoken to you for almost a month and now was suddenly asking you out. It really didn’t make much sense. 

“Sure, who else is going?” You ask, having convinced yourself that he must have arranged a get-together like the weekend previously. There was not a snowflake in hell chance he was asking you on a date.

He looks down at his hands fiddling with his watch and taking off his shades to look at you. “Was kind of hoping it would be just the two of us,” 

Now your face is flushed, was this happening? “Oh- umm- like a date?”

Walton's cheeks turn pink and he rubs the back of his neck. Damn, you'd missed how bashful he'd get about you. “Yeah, a date. There's a sushi place close to me that I've been wanting to go to.”

“I would love that,” the words fall out of your mouth before you even have time to think. He grinned, his whole face lighting up, making the monetary lack of judgment worth it.

“Could I pick you up at your place around seven?”

You have a smile breaking across your face. “Now here I was worried about giving some ‘random man’ my address.”

His hundred-watt smile lights you up and you are half tempted to go kiss the dang fool. “I promise to only drive by a few times.”

The door opens and Trevor is coming in. You swore the man had both the best and worst timing. 

“Hey, you.” His face changes as he sees Walton. If thought bubbles were real you were certain ‘oh shit’ would have hung over his head. “I seem to have excellent timing interrupting you both.”

“No, you're good,” Walton waves his hand at him, a small smirk still pulling at his lips. “Was just ready to get myself looking good for the next scene.”

***

Trevor has been trying unsuccessfully to get you to spill the beans. But you refuse to tell him anywhere near where people could overhear you both. You'd rather avoid any more scoldings from Liz. The last thing you wanted was for her to get even more pissed off than she already was.

The day is finally done, and you're anxious to get home and change. Trevor follows you to the parking lot chattering about his plans with Decon. You can tell it's taking everything in him not to pester you for more details. 

“So are you going to tell me? Or do I need to follow you home?” He finally gives in. Part of you doesn't want to tell him, the rumor mill could feed itself. But this was Trevor, someone who you actually liked as a friend. He wasn't going to spill the beans on you.

You sigh, unlocking your car and dropping your purse into the front seat “I am just going out for dinner.”

Trevor's face lights up, and he all but screeches, “Really!?” 

You tap his shoulder and he immediately calms down. Looking around you are relieved no one seems to have heard his excited chatter.

“Really, you're actually going out on a date with Walton?” The man is so excited he is vibrating. He may be more excited than you are.

You do your best not to laugh at him “Yes, we are, the first date. It's nothing serious, just going to eat sushi.”

Trevor's eyebrows narrowed, confusion gracing his face.“Wait. It’s your first date?”

You turn back to eyebrows scrunched, “Yeah. He's barely spoken to me until today.”

Trevor looks surprised, “Wait. Hold on. I thought you two had just taken things” He makes indistinguishable hand motions. “Outside office hours.”

“What? No. He's practically avoided me since I broke down a month ago.” You are shocked that he hadn't asked about this before. 

“Holy hell. It took him that long to get it together.” 

You groan looking at your watch. “Stop it. I have to get going. Please don't tell anyone.”

Trevor made the zipper motion over his lips. “But you better text me when you get home. I want all the details.”

You roll your eyes but nod as you finally get in the car. Knowing full well you'd have a novel worth of text to read by the end of the evening.

***

Once home you jump in the shower. Braiding your hair like Trevor had taught you, two braids on either side meeting in the middle and down the back. Mascara, eyeliner, and some tinted moisturizer go on. It’s quick and simple but does the job. Once you are mostly dry you move over to your stand-up wardrobe. You curse at the fact that eighty percent of your clothes are either black or stained.  Throwing caution to the wind you find a pair of black denim jeans and loose loose-fitting purple top. It's not like you're walking the red carpet. You wanted cute but functional. Digging around you're surprised when you find a pair of non-scuffed boots. They fit relatively well and shouldn’t give you blisters if you end up going for a walk.

A black handbag is filled with bits and bobs. Lip Chap, hair elastic, wallet, phone, a charging cable, a small container with Tylenol, mints, and ginger tablets. You also grab a black leather jacket that's light enough to carry but warm enough to protect you from the evening winds.  Years of running on fumes have taught you how to move quickly and travel lightly. Most of the time problems could be solved with what was on hand.

A few deep breaths and affirmative thoughts and you feel significantly better. It was going to be a good evening you repeated to yourself. Phone buzzing, you grab it out of your bag.

“Just downstairs.”

You quickly reply that you're ‘Coming downstairs’ 

Grabbing your keys you lock up and head out. Trying to calm your mind as you rush down the stairs. It was just a dinner date, sushi, and some chatting. Just because you haven't been on a date for almost six years doesn't mean you need to be full of anxiety. 

Being single and working in film meant you either dated folks who also worked in film or you didn't date. Unfortunately, you didn't have a bisexual bone in your body. Not to mention that most men that seemed interested were, well, slimy. So you had given up the ghost and thrown yourself at work. Now here you were walking down the hallway to get picked up by a man. Not just any man either, Walton Goggins, a man that could pull anyone and he had certainly pulled you. It felt a little surreal and frightening.

You stop at the door and try to still your mind. Then you push through and he is parked right outside. Leaning against his vehicle like he doesn't have care in the world. He's wearing a loose-fitting navy shirt, several buttons undone at the collar, with black pants, sunglasses, and a hat. Walton’s face breaks into a crooked grin when he sees you, his body unfurling as you come closer. You'd be lying if you didn't want to find out what was under that shirt.

“Well, aren't you looking good?” He says licking his lips and watching you come towards the vehicle.

You blush as you meet his shade covered eyes. “Not too bad yourself.”

He chuckles, and opens the door, “After you, m’lady” 

The drive is relatively short, being later in the evening meant that most traffic was gone. You both chat about the week, minor set annoyances, and future plans. Walton’s hand never leaves yours, his eyes occasionally glancing over at you. If he had asked you to just drive around you would have agreed. Walton parks the car in the parkade, and the two of you get out. He laces his fingers in yours as you walk down the sidewalk. 

The sushi place is tucked back off the main street in an old historical building. The sign is worn and the door hasn’t been painted in years. It was going to be good food. The server places you both in a booth in the back corner of a relatively empty space. The lights are dim and it feels cozy. You two sit beside each other and look over the menu. 

“Have you ever had Takoyak?” He asks, pointing at some deep-fried balls on the menu.  

“No, I haven’t. They are squid right?” You ask.

“Yes, they are delicious. I would recommend them, oh and okonomiyaki.” The fact that he can pronounce half of the words is impressive. 

“Do you want to share a few things?” 

“I think that is a marvelous idea.” 

The two of you order a table full of various goodies and some Saki. You share them and talk about the different foods you’ve tried. You remember vaguely the discussion you had a month ago, and he fills in on some of the more foggy details. You have no idea how long the two of you had sat there, most of the food has disappeared and you’ve found yourself thigh to thigh with the man. You lean back and hum, feeling slightly overstuffed and most definitely sleepy. 

“You worn out?” He says, his hand tracing patterns on your knee.

“Mmm, a little bit,” You lean your head against his shoulder, he’s warm and you can’t help how comfortable you feel. 

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He says quietly kissing the top of your head.

You nodded in agreement, really you’d go anywhere he’d want to go.

Outside the cool night has settled in, and you shiver slightly, tucking yourself into your jacket. Walton grabs your hand and leads you down the way. Around the corner, there is a little path that leads down to the ocean. Once there you both stumble down the sand until you find some driftwood to sit on. Looking back toward the lights of downtown. 

“The city is so beautiful at night,” He says, hands still holding yours.”All the lights reflect off the mountains and the seas. Looks like a painting.”

You wiggle yourself down the piece of wood so you’re resting against him, Watching his eyes sparkle as he looks at the light. Walton turns to you, watching your face, eyes going down to your lips before back up to your eyes. 

You take the hint and lean into him, finally, kissing him. It feels like it’s taken so long to get here, your heart is racing and you can’t help but let yourself linger. He pushes back against you, hand coming up to hold your face. It’s over so fast. He pulls back, and you just look at him. Sharp jawline covered in stubble, slanted nose, kiss redden lips, eyes watching you. 

“I want to kiss you again,” He says breathlessly, so you lean in scooting and push up against him, legs slotting between each other. You can taste the sushi and saki. If this damn man pulls away again you are going to lose your mind. But he does, you’re both breathless like two teenagers. 

“It’s been a lovely night,’ He hushes his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “I wish I could stay out here with you all night.”

You smile at him snuggling closer. The two of you wrapped around each other watching the night sky. Large freight ships move in and out of the harbor, cars drive past, and other couples wander by. It’s peaceful in its own way, just the two of you holding hands and stealing kisses. You want to ask him to go back to his place. Wanting to make the first move, but you hold off.  Taking things slow, and steady. It was after all your first date. 

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Chapter six

**As always thank you all so much for the love. If you'd like to be tagged for future chapters let me know! Comments, like, reblog fill the void of my writer's cold dead soul. **

[daeneryske]

“Hey, you don’t happen to have any cigarettes, do you?" Eddie asked. "Could really use one right about now.”

“Uh, my . . . my nightstand . . . “ Steve snapped his fingers and pointed to the small table, but Eddie hesitated.

“Don’t wanna snoop.”

“It’s fine.”

Eddie gave him a kind of Are you sure? look before slowly opening the drawer, as if giving Steve plenty of time to change his mind. Sure enough, there was a pack of Barclay cigarettes inside. But instead, Eddie slowly pulled out a long strip of condoms. Dimples slipped into his cheeks as he smiled.

“The king of Hawkins High lives.” A tattoo Steve hadn’t noticed was visible on the back of Eddie’s forearm.

“What? You read Lord of the Flies in high school, and I had sex. So what?”

“Lord of the Rings,” corrected Eddie with a laugh. “And why are you assuming those two things are mutually exclusive? Maybe they are for you. But not for me.”

Steve held up his palms in mock defeat, a smile spreading on his face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed. Get your smokes.”

Eddie singled one out of the pack. “Why do I get the feeling these are your post-coitus cigarettes?” he asked, taking a lighter out of the nightstand. 

Steve snorted. “Who says coitus?”

“People who failed Latin and want to sound smart.” Eddie took the first drag from his cigarette.

“Why did you take Latin?” Steve had taken as few electives as possible, and Latin would have been a special form of torture.

“I thought it would help my D&D campaigns.”

“Nerd.”

Eddie patted the nightstand. “Slut.”

Steve wasn’t sure what was happening, he just knew he thoroughly enjoyed talking to Eddie. He was starting to understand why Dustin liked him so much.

“Truce?” Steve held out his hand.

Eddie watched him for a moment with that very Eddie-specific stare. Then he put his cigarette between his lips and shook his hand. “Truce.”

Word count: 244k Rating: E Chapters: 36/36

Summary: 

After saving Eddie from the Upside Down, Steve hides him at his house while the party concocts a plot to clear Eddie’s name. What Steve doesn’t expect is how much he likes hanging out with Eddie as they get to know each other.

Under the looming shadow of the Mind Flayer threatening to destroy Hawkins, Steve and Eddie realize they’re each grappling with their own darkness, from Steve’s father’s impossible expectations to Eddie’s feelings of worthlessness.

Their friendship develops into something more even as the party prepares to fight Vecna and his monsters one last time. Steve must decide if he’s ready to shrug off the rigid roles assigned to him and become his own person. Eddie must learn to embrace what Steve has been trying to show him every day since nearly dying: that he’s worth saving.

[chronosh0t]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: canon-divergence ; Lee's pov ; sfw ; slightly angst. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 〔 NO BETA 〕

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: what if Lee got stuck in a loop? it's based on this tweet I posted weeks ago.

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It has been so long, too long to count. Nonstop fighting for an end that is far from near, for a thin lay of hope that may or may not come out of the cruelty of reality. The light it's too dim, the air is too heavy, toxic and corrupted, no matter how deep every breath is, it never makes him feel better, less relaxed. Less lonely.

His hands are tired, his legs are having a hard time trying to keep up and his M.I.N.D is completely numb over time. Losing sense, and every single moment that peace seems to greet him, it flies past him as fast as one of his bullets. Breaking him in the silence of rejection, in the middle of the tower where escaping is not an option. For how long will this keep going? He does not know. And, to be fair, he doesn't want to know either. The crushing weight of having a clock ticking, counting what's left and what's yet to come, is not pleasant.

So he opted to ignore it. He made the decision, that day, to do the job only he was able to do. Because that was his sole purpose, at least for now, as much as he wished to change this twisted fate, it wouldn't be fair for those outside. If he was the only one capable, then so be it. Sacrifices must always be done. Be it time, or his own life. Just for the illusion that outside everyone is safe. He will stand over and over, shoot his gun, kill whoever or whatever gets in his way, for a slim chance.

There are short moments when everything is quiet, when not a single cry from despair could be heard, except for his erratic breathing, his feet dragging him to the stairs to finally take a seat after hours of battles and the loud noise of his weapon against the floor. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before taking a small device to call them. He just wants to have a few minutes to talk. Hoping. Wishing.

The call makes it through, and two faces greet him, smiling happily. The girl in red breaks the silence first.

ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while, Lee.” she stops, as if pondering if it's plausible to ask about his condition when it's obvious. “How are things on your side?”

ㅤㅤㅤ“Nothing new. The fights are endlessly annoying but, it's fine. I'm fine.” His voice cracks at the end, how terrible he has been at lying lately, or maybe he is too tired to pretend. Lee knows his teammates are aware of his state.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Lee…” the soft voice from Liv seemed to echo inside the tower, he nods and smile, “I know it's useless to say but, do please take care of yourself. I also know you're capable but.. We are worried about you. Especially Commandant.”She finished, her pink eyes showing great concern.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Commandant is a bit busy now. We would've called him but I know you have your ways.” Lucia explained, a chuckle escaped from her mouth.

Lee laughs at that. Indeed, he has his ways to contact his Commandant. “Thank you, I really mean it.” He finally spoke, the bitterness can be tasted, smelled and felt. Too heavy. “My time is running out. When I get another break, I will try to contact you guys again. Please take care.” He smiles again, and ends the call.

There's never a “goodbye”. Because he doesn't want to think about an end. As much as he is tired and his frame is at its limit on par with his M.I.N.D slowly losing complete focus from time to time, more often than not, Lee would reject the idea of a last call with his friends. That won't happen. He refuses to let that be part of his reality.

More often than not, he finds himself considering giving up and leaving, letting the wheel of destiny decide his punishment but there's something, someone, that keeps him from doing so. Or more like a “possible future”. Where there's no one, when the person he has come to cherish a little bit too much is no longer by his side, where his teammates are no longer walking with him but just a name in a marble stone. That was scary enough for him. The weight it's too much again.

His break is about to end. Taking a deep breath, he takes his device and taps a message and presses the send button, with the same address. For the same person. With the same words. He can feel an insufferable pain packing up inside his chest, filling the space between his ribs, crushing his artificial heart. He is shaking. His eyes are burning and tears are building up, but it's not the time.

It has never been. It probably never will.

He stands up, weapon in his hands. Time is running and it will never stop, no matter how many times he goes back, no matter how much he wishes and hopes, because time has never cared for that. So, for now, he just needs to keep going, and maybe one day, time will stop for him and he will be able to go back home. Go back to his friends. To his Commandant and be part of Gray Raven again.

…………

The digital screen beeps at the new message. He knows who sent it, and it's the reason he is also a bit reluctant to open it. He is always afraid it will be the last. His fingers trace the screen before lightly pressing over the email icon. A small text shows up, saying:

ㅤㅤㅤ“It's been a while. I know Liv and Lucia are there to take care of you, but I've got to know you enough to understand you're a magnet for troubles. So, don't do anything stupid.

ㅤㅤㅤ I don't have much time, there's nothing new. I am doing as fine as I can, you don't need to worry (I know you will, but don't let my situation distract you from your job, Commandant).

ㅤㅤㅤ ………… I miss you. I miss you a lot. It even hurts a bit sometimes. But I'm always hoping. Hoping that one day I will be by your side again, seeing you smile, holding your hand. I miss your warmth. The idea of going back to you, to Gray Raven keeps me going.

ㅤㅤㅤ I have to go. See you next time.”

And without knowing, despite the distance between them, tears were shed at the same time. Because time was the only thing connecting them.

[usedpidemo]

Update - 2nd year anniversary! (plus a reflection, and future plans).

Hi everyone! π here.

Today, May 13th, is the day I officially opened up this blog and began writing degenerate and immoral stories! 2 fucking years have passed, how time flies. So much can change in a year, and so do some of the stats!

First work: Sandwich - Red Velvet Wendy (published 05/13/21, 4:03 a.m.)

Highest note count: Awards after-party affair - Itzy Yuna (published 10/23/22, 1167 notes)

Number of works published: 80 fics (1 fic every 9.1 days)

500 followers: June 18, 2021 (36 days or 1 month, 5 days)

1,000 followers: October 12, 2021 (152 days or 4 months, 30 days)

2,000 followers: June 18, 2022 (401 days or 1 year, 1 month, and 5 days)

3,000 followers: November 12, 2022 (548 days or 1 year, 5 months, and 30 days)

Follower count: 3,953 followers (5.4 followers a day)

I wish I had something awesome lined up to celebrate this milestone, but I don't have anything prepared XD I've been busy and lazy at the same time. (Is that even possible?)

Actually, yeah, I do have a whole week's worth of cool things lined up this week! If I can even follow through with this one...

Monday: AMA

Tuesday: Reader Poll

Wednesday: ???

Thursday: ???

Friday: ???

I don't want to make the fun section of the update elaborately long, so I just want to say thank you so much to everyone for the support! Even though I'm not as active or as productive as I used to be, your eagerness never wavered, and you guys enjoy me talking about random shit on the side, whether it be song lyrics, Pokémon, or literally posts without any context to them. I love you guys. Here's to another year 🧡

Everything else from this point is a brief reflection and introspection of what I've been feeling since then. You can ignore this if you wish to do so.

So today marks the second anniversary since I opened up this Tumblr and became a degenerate writer. The work I've been putting up is getting worse—in a sexual and filthy way, not objectively—and my mental health has been getter much, much better! When I made the same anniversary post around this time a year ago, I was at an all-time low, mentally speaking. I really felt like I had not much left to give at that point, my skill has stagnated, and I thought there wasn't much for me to improve on. If you asked me if I had any future plans for this blog, I'd say I'd be done by the end of 2022, if not sooner.

It's now 2023, and I believe I'm as good as I can be right now. Slumps happen for a reason, and you can't always win, but it's how you bounce back from the lowest of lows that you reach highest of highs. And I believe I can still get better.

Genuinely, not to sound arrogant, because Lord knows I'm not the best fanfic writer—fuck no—I'm not anywhere close, even in a theoretical top 1000 list, but I do think some of my finest work have come up in my most recent fics. I don't know, it feels more polished and there was more effort and deliberation put into it. The numbers don't lie, either; every single work I published since May 2022 has over 400+ notes, and I've even passed the 1000+ note barrier twice! It goes to show that you guys are enjoying what I'm putting out as much as I love making them, slow and difficult it may be. I can fondly smile at last year's additions to my masterlist and say, "I can't believe I did that."

I do want to apologize if my output rate has drastically slowed down, and if I'm not as active as I was before. It's unfortunately part of the sacrifice needed for better quality control, and also because I have more personal commitments to attend to. 2023 has been fantastic for me so far in almost every department, except maybe physically—I could use more exercise—but that can be worked upon.

I do believe I'm on borrowed time. Again, look at the gap between fics over the past six months ago, and it's only going to widen once I enter my third year of college. I also have to begin considering what hobbies and other things I should do to occupy my free time, so I can be more productive as a person. This isn't to say I'm definitely quitting, but I expect more responsibilities to be shouldered onto me in the future, and having time for myself is going to be pretty much a birthday gift with how rare it might be given, and I'd prefer spending my time off recharging and relaxing instead of stressing over inconsequential or 'fun' things.

There's a lot of people I want to thank specifically, because while I was struggling with my own personal battles, they've been encouraging me to continue fighting and have been absolute lads—and lasses—throughout the past year. When I needed someone to talk to that wasn't my therapist, they were there, and I took solace in their comfort and companionship. I can't tag you guys, but if you're reading this—Chunk, Raf, Peach, Aaron, Sol, V1n, Iz, Ddeun, C.o, Kaede, Frisky, Smite, Shaun, Sins, Jett, Eros, Prael, Ken, Cray, CJ, Sooya, Gray, Svn—I sincerely thank you. God bless each and every single one of you. And to Tim, I really hope you can see this, but I'm truly, truly sorry. I hope we can find a way to bury that fracture in our relationship in the past, and we can reconcile. If not, then I just want closure and peace for the both of us.

So in closing, I want to thank you so much for sticking with me through the bad times and prospering with me through the good, and I'm always humbled that you've taken a chance on me when I started, when I was a hopeful newbie, two years ago. Now here we are. I appreciate every single one of you, be it a fellow writer, a reader, or a lurker.

With grace,

Peter / π

[maskedteaser]

i find myself really wishing there was more reader x Javier fluff in the rdr2 fandom (or...fluff in general. there's so much smut.) so i was wondering if you could cook something up! :D (Preferably masc reader, but beggars can't be choosers LOL)

ofc i got you! beggars can be choosers on my page :)) I TRIED TO POST IT 3 TIMES AND TUMBLR IS JUST GIVING ME "SOMETHING WENT WRONG WHILE POSTING THIS.." ERROR!!! HELP!!! not proofread!

warnings: male reader written by a girl, teeth rotting fluff lmk if i missed something

CEREZO ROSA - JAVIER ESCUELLA X MALE READER

The silence between you two was not uncomfortable, it was needed as you two were almost out of breath. You two were running around the cute meadow you recently found and decided to ask Javier to join you on a little picnic. He was not sure at first, since he was scared that people around the camp might need him and that it was not okay to just leave without anyone knowing, but after some time of you almost begging him to just come with you on a little walk… Just on a little walk! He agreed, sighing heavily. But it was all but a little walk. You left early, right after you both had your first meal of the day, and before you could even notice the sun was going down already! Oh, how time flies when you're with the good company, huh? Chores already forgotten, whole camp not being important when you two were sitting, looking at each other, since you were each other's most precious, important things in the whole world. His soft, dark eyes slowly moving around, looking at you, trying his best to remember every detail of this moment. His hair was being gently moved by wind, and you just couldn't be happier. You got up, feeling a bit hungry, and Javier followed your moves with his soft gaze.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ where are you going, lindo? ⎯⎯⎯⎯ he asked, a bit unsure, clearly curious. Single strand of his hair fell on his nose, which he quickly fixed.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ we packed some fruits to eat while we're here, remember? ⎯⎯⎯⎯ you replied, smiling. Bending over, reaching to a little bag that was laying on the ground. You took two cans of your favorite canned fruits, one for you and one for him, obviously. When you got back, you sat next to him, even closer than last time. Leaning on his arm, you tried to open your can, but it was harder than you'd imagine, so you just sighed, giving it to Javier. He quickly picked up his favorite knife and opened it without a problem, he just spilled some juice on his hands. When you saw that, you giggled, thanking him for opening your food. Soft mutter escaped your lips when you felt the melting flavors on your tongue, sweet, a bit sour but definitely delicious. You closed your eyes for a bit, tired, you knew you were safe, since you were with Javier. If you looked up, you would see how red his cheeks got, the feeling of your body being so close to him was so much to process, you were close to each others, of course, but he was not sure how close. Could he call you his? How could he ask you for permission to be his partner, his boyfriend? Everyone around always told him how weird were people that liked the same gender, but he never thought that he'd have to experience it on his own skin. But when Javier falls, he falls HARD, that's why he was so nervous back then, scared to move a muscle, scared — because he didn't want to scare you away. He realized he loved you at the beginning of that summer, days went by, but the summer showed no sign of ending, as if that magical summer would last all year until another one finally took its place. For some reason he felt scared, he didn't want this time to end, because what if you distance yourself from him when autumn comes? What if the magical moments you two lived through will get erased withing a blink of an eye? Your future was uncertain, everything about it. But there was one thing Javier Escuella was sure of — the fact that he loved you, that no matter what people will say, he will love you, no matter what slurs he'll get called out by others, his love for you will only bloom more. Because when he looked at you, his little amorsito, he felt that nothing else matters anymore. You were not only the person he gave his heart to, but also a friend that understood him well and was always there to hear him out. Javier wanted to hug you, to put his arm around your shoulder and just sit there in silence. He knew he had to confess to you sooner or later, but it was so hard for him. His love was confessed around once or twice in his life, he was not experienced at all, especially not with guys. But as soon as he was close to making up his mind and finally speaking, feeling like this might be the right moment, you moved, your body moved, and he got distracted, by your smell, the warmth you shared with him. Oh, he looked down at the top of your head, and he couldn't believe that you didn't do that on purpose. There was no way you were that oblivious! He felt his heart race, so he put his hands on his face, trying to calm down.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ what's wrong? ⎯⎯⎯⎯ you said, feeling the arm you were leaning on moving slightly. You sat back up, looking at him, covering his face. You put your food aside and gave you the worried look. He peeked through his fingers, and god how he hated that look on you, because he knew that you truly cared for him, yet you for some reason still weren't his? It made him feel so guilty of not confessing earlier, but he was literally scared.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ I just… ⎯⎯⎯⎯ he started, but sighed, not knowing what to say. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ I… I just think that… Do you think there is any chance for us to be… Um… More than friends? I- I'm really sorry if that's too out of the blue and!- ⎯⎯⎯⎯ he was silenced by your face moving closer to him, by you leaning closer, putting both of your hands at each side of his hips, gently touching the green grass.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ … Oh, Javier… ⎯⎯⎯⎯ your voice showed a mix of emotions that went through your head, and that's the reaction he feared the most. He'd actually prefer if you just slapped him or called him a slur, but now… What were you? ⎯⎯⎯⎯ I always thought I was wrong for feeling this way for you… I was so sure that you'd never like me back… ⎯⎯⎯⎯ and then he heard… Relief. His eyes went wide, and his first instinct was to grasp your shoulders, which he did, not thinking much of it. His smile was precious, almost filled with child-like joy, as he replied: ⎯⎯⎯⎯ If we're weird, then let us be weird together, flor, I'll never let you be weird by yourself. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ he said, leaning to kiss you. His lips were dry, hungry, but the kiss was still so soft and full of love, full of happiness. Will you return that kiss...?

SIGNED TEASER IF THIS POST WILL NOT GET POSTED CAUSE OF THIS ERROR ONCE AGAIN I'M GIVING UP!!!

[frosted-plasma]

what’s your thoughts on the Futurama revival

Anon I'm so sorry you're going to be victim to the longest post you will ever see. I hate it I hate it I hate it

HUGE /neg rant incoming (this show is my special interest and has been for YEARS. This will all be rambling)

THEY FUCKING COMPLETELY DISREGARDED "MEANWHILE." It directly contradicts it. "I offered to reset time to the moment before time stopped!" Okay, but you didn't though. The entire tragedy of the ending was that they'd be doomed to relive their lives from the moment they met (s1 e1) on loop. "Want to go around again?" Okay so that line doesn't make sense anymore!!! I had theories upon theories before the season came out and I was beyond disappointed. This show has shown it can do deep thought-out themes, I was fully hoping for them to show them reliving the past again, maybe its their 1,000th time reliving it, maybe Fry or Leela notices for once that something is familiar about it. Hell maybe there's a 1 in a million chance that they DON'T break the button! Free will and all, maybe things aren't 100% the same each run and they get lucky once. This also could have been used to recap old seasons for people who didn't rewatch them

They don't know how much time has passed?? I understand that was an excuse to make it the year 3023, but why would you do that? What's the point??

Things such as the Scary Door reboot don't make sense, not to mention the overuse of "haha it's a reboot!! Get it?? It's a reboot!! We got cancelled!!!" jokes but I'll get to that later. Timeline things just don't make sense anymore because of the time freeze. It's an awful awful awful writing choice. They unfroze time right where it paused, canonically, they show them unfreezing exactly there, it makes zero sense. How is there new technology and new TV shows when no time has passed. I'm ignoring that it's "10 years later" because it isn't, you can't just say that without showing it, it literally isn't

Even the smaller jokes feel very dragged out? Like Bender laughing at Fry setting a goal in episode one. He laughs and Leela smacks him, his head spins around and it's funny, then his body does an extra spin for no reason other than to emphasize that it's a joke? I guess? And then not even a minute later she slaps his hand again and it dramatically flies back and hits Zoidberg. Do you get what I'm saying? It's just too much focus on every single bit

I do like the updated intro! The added details to the city in the background is super super cool!! I love the thought they put into it (Bender hanging out of the ship on the magnet is a bit much considering all of the other references they included, but I'll let it slide. Just doesn't feel necessary to me in the intro)

The animation is rigged now:/ it's bound to happen nowadays, it just feels sad to look at for me (in general, not just with this show) the characters (ESPECIALLY Fry) feel very off model sometimes:(

Fry's hardly in the first episode. Odd writing choice considering he's the main character

Oh my GOD. The Hulu/reboot references. It's EXHAUSTING to watch. The amount of 2023 references they crammed into this season is physically painful, they drag them out for SO LONG

(in the first ep) the non-binary robots joke was funny and the scenes with Calculon and the Robot Devil were the only scenes that felt like old Futurama! Their voice acting was great and it was funny! The rest of the voice acting feels very lackluster and most of the other jokes just didn't get me

Calculon and the Robot Devil were the funniest characters, that's how dumbed down they made Bender, he's not my favorite that season

The plots are just. Bad. I hate to say it I really do. Shut up with the reboot jokes, the covid19 jokes, the only decent one was the bit mining episode because it actually used the idea as a real jumping off point and that episode still wasn't revolutionary. The other half of the episodes are pure callbacks. The one with Amy and Kifs kids was cute because it had a reason to exist! It wasn't a very funny episode but it was cute!! The other ones like the worm parasites in nibblers litter box (OR GOD FORBID THE ONE WHERE THE TIME MACHINE SHOWS UP OUT OF NOWHERE AGAIN WITH NO DRIVER??) make me MAD with how lazy of an excuse they are to cram in a reference without matching the rest of the lore

I'm fully assuming the reboot came from a place of love from the writers and the VAs but personally I didn't think the new season was very funny nor did it add anything new to the series, and it felt very very bland and dumbed down and I didn't even pay attention to the last few episodes because of it (that is saying something coming from me)

I rewatched the first episode for this so this is mainly talking about that one. Tell me if you want me to talk about the others I have so many thoughts this is me summarizing like all hell I hate the plots so much and this is my all time favorite show I'm still going to watch the next season and I still have high hopes for it

[cobragardens]

In the first essay in this post Maya Gittelman articulates something that I think is really important: it's not just the gender(fuck) of the characters' coding that makes Good Omens a queer story, it's that the story is about queerness itself.

Gittelman's essay:

The thing is, this is the shit I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

Before I knew the words, I was impacted by how every epic romance, every classic adventure, every story I had access to and enjoyed was cishet. I needed to translate either the story or myself to find myself in it—every single time. I grew up in the oughts, in the days of the Tumblr fandoms you’re thinking of. I wrote about this a bit more in my essay on the first season of Our Flag Means Death last year, and that first line applies here—queer heartache has never felt this good.

I’ve been able to consume a lot of queer storytelling lately—mostly white cis m/m, but not exclusively and more than I’ve ever been able to in my life, because I’ve been searching for it for a long time. Yet as we know, there are a lot of mainstream stories with queer “rep” that at their core about what marginalized queer people have been cautioning around for generations—normalization. Assimilation. Respectability. See, we can be just like you. We too desire to marry, participate as cogs in the violent machine of imperialism. We too want the right to give you our service, our allegiance. We too want to join your armies. I certainly can enjoy plenty of that media, but I’m still desperate for queer storytelling that’s not sanitized, not flattened out to fit cishet beats, something that tells a good story that’s queer on every level. And that means we deserve to see queer characters who are messy, who hurt each other, because sometimes, love isn’t enough.

While Good Omens in some ways still white cis m/m, it’s also not entirely, and what works for me is that it actually delves into asking the damned question: What if this love is a threat, actually?

What if this love is something that does disrupt your norms, your ways of life? What if it’s an open danger to the systems you’re used to? What if this love could disrupt everything? What if it goes against God’s will and Satan’s too, what if it flies in the face of the ineffable plan?

What I’m saying is, I’ve wanted stories that let queer people be characters, with all the nuance and complexity that entails. Stories that are queer, intentionally, in both subtext and text, that aren’t asking an audience to justify their right to exist. Instead, they’re giving voice to the specifics of queer experience that don’t typically get mainstream care, multi-season tenderness. We deserve queer love stories that are wistful, epic, tragic not because they’re of the “same gender” but because the tangled truths of safety and trauma are inextricable from queer love. We deserve stories that are queer as subtext and text, metaphor and central plot and side plot too. We deserve queer stories that explore how queer love is infinite variety. We deserve genre stories that explore what immortality or something close to it does to pining, to longing, for wanting the one person in the universe you can’t have.

We deserve queer stories without homophobia that still explore the traumas of marginalized desire, in which neither party is truly the villain, just victims of the same system, at different stages of knowing it.

Show me what it looks like beyond the happily ever after, the will they/won’t they, the beats of a privileged cis white coming out. Breathe arcs of nuance and poetry and history into it. We deserve that epic romance, and we deserve to see how much it can hurt, because the depths of that wound evidence the ferocity of that love.

Growing up queer can feel monstrous, and I need to see that on screen. When you get preached at that people like you go to Hell for what you are and the ways you want, you start to relate to the demons. When you’re taught the truest, most joyful parts of you are unholy, it’s fair to ask—why should I respect the authority of a system that hates me for reasons I can’t control?

You learn to disguise your desire, and it changes you. It changes you to choke down your feelings, to deny them, to believe that they are sin. You learn to pour them into the hidden language of love that arises between you and whoever you’re lucky enough to share it with, so you don’t learn how to say them aloud. (Their arrangement, “little demonic miracle of my own,” the fourth alternative rendezvous. This is what queer love has looked like for millennia: something beautiful and true, despite, despite, despite.) Unlike those whose love has only ever been legal, permitted, “normal,” “holy”—your relationship is inescapably shaped by the threat behind it. You don’t get to see them as often as you like. You don’t get to talk, either to them or about them, because it might disturb the precious existence you have carved out together. You have to make up excuses, you can’t admit to anyone exactly why you can’t stop going back, and in this way you don’t always have to confront it yourself.

At the same time, that’s why queer love can be one of the most powerful forces in the universe—it saved the world last time, even if they didn’t call it that, yet. Aziraphale and Crowley don’t know so many details about each other’s lives and yet they know nearly everything important.

This is love—this natural state of slipping into the truth, until you awaken to it, inevitable and encompassing, all around you.

You might find yourself almost helpless to the magnetism. You can’t stop going back, finding your way to them, taking the risk, basking in the thrill of the comfort of their company.

And that’s why this finale, this story, this couple works so well for me—it’s queer in the telling, and while it always has been, this season literalized it on a new level and that matters.

[chaosandbubbles]

Watch Me Watching You // Jason Kolchek Oneshot

Jason Kolchek X Female Reader

A/N: Hi everyone! I'm moving all of my shit over to this lovely blog--you may have known me before as yellowroseskolchek before tumblr decided to take a shit on me. All of my works will now be posted here, and I am going through and reposting everything. Sorry if repeats are annoying, but it is what it is right now sadly :( Please DM me if you'd like to be on my taglist for my Jason works, and alternatively if you'd like me to not tag you anymore!

WARNINGS AND TAGS: NSFW, MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, exhibitionism, Simp!Jason, Jason doesn't know how to talk to attractive women, Reader is a tease, assguy!Jason, pushy!reader, showoff!reader, opportunistic!reader, public masturbation, masturbating in front of someone else, sexual tension, cocky!Jason, Jason is a sweet talker, horny!Jason, horny!reader, strong!Jason, sex only protected by BC, GUYS I AM NOT KIDDING THIS IS FILTHY BEWARE, k I warned you though, y'all are a bunch of horny animals I swear--

Word Count: 2.9k

Jason Masterlist, Main Masterlist

YOU could always feel Jason’s eyes on you. Every single second of every single day.

From the very moment you stepped foot on base, his eyes were on you. As much as Jason liked to pretend that he was good at hiding his feelings, the boy couldn’t be more obvious about his blatant staring and gawking, as if he’d never seen a woman in uniform before. 

You were decently attractive—you knew that much—but you weren’t certain that it warranted this sort of attention. The man was normally so fucking confident, sure of himself, but the second that you entered the room? That all went to hell. He’d become a blubbering mess of nonsense, wincing at each nonsensical word that exited his mouth, before groaning and mumbling under his breath that he suddenly had something really important to do. 

There was one instance where you were working out with a couple of the other women in the weight room, and Jason walked in, his mouth falling open instantly when he eyed you in nothing but your very very short, ass-hanging out spandex, and a loose-fitting, flowy crop top. 

“Hey, Lieutenant,” Rachel had greeted, her mouth closed in a tight line as she attempted not to laugh. “You alright there? Or are you trying to catch flies?” 

Jason had shaken his head vigorously, his mouth closing shut, before his eyes downcast and he murmured, “It’s nothin’, I—I gotta go find Nick, I—fuck.” 

And promptly left the room, without so much as a second glance your way.

“You know that boy is like, pathetically into you, right?” Rachel pointed out and you scoffed, shaking your head as you made your way back over to your yoga mat for some squats. “And I know you’re not not into him either, Marine.”

“Yeah, well, if he’s so into me, then maybe he should man the fuck up and make a move,” you’d retorted, more than slightly disheartened that Jason couldn’t even seem to be in the same room as you for more than five seconds. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t flattered—Lieutenant Kolchek was quite the looker himself if you were being honest—but you’d be damned if you would be the one to make the first move. No, if he really were interested in you, he’d have to man up and prove it.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t help…move things along, though.

You’d deduced impressively early on that Jason Kolchek was an ass guy. His eyes were constantly glued to your ass, and you made sure to walk out of a room with a little extra swing in your hips, directly within his line of sight. He also seemed to be a bit of a leg guy, and you always made sure to show off your calves whenever the opportunity presented itself. Working out on base? Short, tight spandex. Received an injury—even something as small as a scratch—to the leg? Roll up your pant legs until it healed. Extra hot day out in the sun? I’m just saying, spandex is magical.

All of these advances succeeded in keeping his eyes on you at all times, but that’s all that they did. Anytime Jason spoke to you, he was cordial, professional, and clipped. He rarely joked around with you, got to know you, or even scheduled you for the same night shifts. 

No, just showing off your assets in a public setting wouldn’t work. You needed to hit him where and when he was the weakest if you had even the slightest chance of getting any action from him. 

The moment that you realized this was the moment that your plan officially began to form. 

You weren’t an overtly clingy person; if Jason wasn’t interested in anything more than a sexually beneficial, no strings attached sort of relationship, then you could certainly provide that type of need. If Kolchek actually was interested in a real, boyfriend/girlfriend type of relationship? Well, you wouldn’t exactly be the most opposed to that idea, either. Whatever he was willing to give at this point, you were more than willing to take. 

You just needed to give him a little push—show him just exactly what he was really missing. 

It started on a Saturday, as good things often do; it was hot outside, and you had taken every opportunity to be out in the sun, running in a sports bra and spandex. You’d been put on Jason’s “team” today for training, along with a newer recruit, Joey Gomez, and a couple of other guys you knew casually. Jason seemed to avoid you at every turn, giving you instructions without making eye contact or using your first name, even though he’d clearly warmed up to the other Marines. 

You’d rolled your eyes at him a few times—and he must have been looking at you at least a little bit—because the snappy sound of your last name would snap your attention to him every single time, and he’d glare at you, shaking his head before moving onto the next task. You quietly smirked to yourself then, going on to do pushups or run the mile or whatever the fuck came next.

You decided to up the ante—just a little bit, because you didn’t want to scare the poor thing away. You started doing your workouts closer to Jason, occasionally rubbing up against him if you could, making sure that when you bent down or squatted, your ass was in full view of his face.

At first, he didn’t react, Jason only stiffening up or turning his head away from your advances. Eventually, though, you noticed that he began to stand closer to you, as if he, too, were testing the waters of just how far you were actually willing to go.

After a few brushes of your fingers up his arm when you passed, “accidentally” downward dogging your ass into his business, and ensuring that he be the one to spot you for weights, you began to notice how flustered he truly was. His face was red and his breath was coming out in anxious huffs, and suddenly, his eyes were catching yours every couple of seconds with a certain heat beneath them, his teeth capturing his lips as he stared you down.

The two of you played this game for the better part of five hours, until it was time to break for lunch and you sauntered off to the bathrooms, alone. 

Fuck.

 You hadn’t even managed to get him to say five words to you, yet his stare alone was enough to make you absolutely heated. 

You ran to the farthest stall—a communal bathroom, unfortunately, but you were banking on the fact that you’d chosen one so far away that nobody would come to it—and pushed yourself against the far wall, your hands pushing your spandex down and away so fast it was fucking impressive.

Your plan had obviously backfired on you; you’d intended to get Jason all hot and bothered, but instead, you’d ended up that way, and you desperately needed some form of release before you could go back out there and keep training because if you didn’t, you feared you wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but the sweltering heat in your pussy.

Your finger found your nub quickly—way too fucking quickly, but you were much too far past the point of embarrassment to really give a fuck right now. You whined as the back of your head smacked against the wall, your eyes shut tight and your mouth formed in a little ‘O’ as you began to work your little bundle of nerves quickly, hoping for a short and sweet orgasm anytime now.

You were building yourself up quite nicely, your free hand clutching the sink and your teeth gritted as you began to feel the budding energy of release upon you, when suddenly, you heard a noise from just outside the bathroom.

Fuck, you thought to yourself, quickly pulling your hand away from your wet core and snatching your spandex from off of the floor, using them to cover your front and dashing into the nearest stall, closing yourself in and silently praying to yourself that whoever it was hadn’t heard a fucking thing. 

You squinted as you peered through the thin lines of open space between the stall door and the stall walls, your eyes widening as you watched none other than Jason walk in, running a hand through his hair nervously before heading into a stall of his own.

He hadn’t seen you at all, the man completely oblivious to just how filthy this bathroom had gotten and all because of him. 

Your first, and most rational, thought was to pull your spandex on and get the fuck out of there—but suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your mind. It wasn’t every day—or ever, really—that you got Jason alone, yet here you both were. Alone, and halfway across base, where you were certain nobody else would dare to venture out to. Shit, you were pretty certain that the only reason Jason was out here was because he thought that you wouldn’t be.

You let your instincts—and the budding, pleading promise of release—take over, and you exited the stall, coming to camp out directly across from the one you saw Jason in. You weren’t sure what he was doing in there; if he’d come here with the same intentions as you, you certainly couldn’t hear a fucking thing, and if his intentions were purely innocent, well that just turned you on even fucking more.

You smirked to yourself as you hopped onto the bathroom counters, hearing the flush of a toilet and turning your eyes to the cracks in Jason’s stall.

He was looking back at you, eyes wide and visibly anxious.

You bit your lip in a play on seduction, letting your spandex fall to the ground as you “dropped” them, your entire lower half naked and on display for him, if he so chose to watch. Something about the fact that he could watch—that he would be right there, staring at you as you climaxed—made you throb even harder than you already were in the first place. 

Not one to get performance anxiety, you leaned your head back against the mirror with a moan, shutting your eyes tightly as you allowed your fingers to crawl their way back to your folds, rubbing in and out as you whined and thrashed. 

You began to get sweaty, and Jason still hadn’t moved a fucking muscle, but you couldn’t tell between the bars of the stall whether or not he was embarrassed or turned on, so you continued to fuck yourself. You were getting close, and the fact that you could practically feel his eyes on you was doing nothing but amping you up even higher, to the point that you climaxed quickly and easily, letting yourself let out a brief shout as you came quickly.

Once it was all said and done, your hand moving out of you and you straightening yourself up on the counter, Jason exited the stall. His face was red and he avoided your eyes, stalking over to the farthest sink from you and washing his hands quickly, careful not to acknowledge your presence at all.

You stared at him in the mirror, but his face was carefully crafted into a blank canvas, giving absolutely nothing away. You wondered, briefly, if you had fucked up—if you had gone way too far and made him uncomfortable. 

It was only a minute before Jason stepped away from the sink and dried his hands before he turned to you and your now-covered self, his eyes wandering down to where you held the thin fabric of your spandex over your nakedness.

You watched him gulp as his eyes wandered back up to your face, his tongue in his cheek as he stepped closer to you. Your breath hitched as he laid a few fingers on your thigh and they danced dangerously close to your womanhood, his mouth turning up into a smirk as he leaned his mouth to your ear.

“Fun show,” he taunted, and you squirmed under the teasing edge of his fingers, pushing themselves underneath the fabric of your spandex and whisking it away. “But I can do it better than that.” 

Your chest was roaring up into flames now and you pushed him slightly away from you so that you could see his face. Gone was the embarrassed, nervous man that you had known, and here in his place was a confident, dominating Jason that you had never seen before. 

It was hot as a fucking middle-of-July summer.

“Oh, yeah?” You answered, finally finding your fucking voice. You leaned back into him, your fingers grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and pulling him so tightly into you that your noses were touching.  “Then put your money where your mouth is and prove it, Kolchek.”

Jason apparently didn’t need any more prompting, because he grabbed the back of your head fiercely, his fingers intertwined in your hair as he shoved your face against his, his lips smashing into yours beautifully as he kissed the ever-living daylights out of you. He stood in between your open legs on the counter, and even with you propped up this high, he was taller than you. 

Your own hands wound around his neck and kept him close to you, ensuring that he wouldn’t change his mind and back away suddenly, leaving you dripping wet and alone. 

“Don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this,” Jason mumbled against your lips, his hands pushing up under your shirt and discarding it as you attempted to do the same with his. When you were unsuccessful, you broke the kiss, planting your lips onto his neck instead and sucking, reveling in the way that Jason moaned underneath your touch. You finally got his t-shirt off and threw it across the room, uncaring of where it landed. “So fuckin’ long—”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” you huffed out as Jason’s hands were now kneading your breasts, his lips locked onto your collarbone and sucking viciously. “Why do you think I masturbated in front of you?” 

You couldn’t see Jason’s smirk, but you could feel it on your skin as his lips made their way down your body, paying extra attention to your breasts, belly button, and hips before stopping just short of where you craved them the most. 

“Fuck,” Jason stated, pulling away from you and staring hungrily down at your glistening pussy. “As much as I’d like to eat you out, baby girl, all I can think about is how much I want to bend you and your sassy mouth over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

You tilted his chin up with your finger, your eyes gleaming devilishly as he looked back up at you. Biting your lip, you leaned in closer to him, capturing his still-covered waist with your legs wound around, pressing your noses together and sucking on the lobe of his ear when you whispered, “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Kolchek; I don’t break easily.” 

That was, apparently, all he needed to hear because he pushed away from you instantly, undoing his belt as fast as he could and shoving his pants and underwear down his legs before he was on you again, pulling you off of the bathroom counter and hoisting you up, holding you so that you leaned against the wall at the perfect height for your waists to match up.

Jason wasted no time—and you didn’t want him to anyways—as he pumped into you at an angle, working hard to keep you up and fill you up at the same time. Your hands were both in his hair and your head was thrown back as you felt his thickness fill all of you, curving in just right to hit you where you most needed him. You couldn’t care less about the pathetic whining coming from your mouth, or the way that you shoved his head into your breasts, begging him to suck you off there too. Jason got the hint and began working your breasts as he pumped in and out of you, hitting a good stride with his mouth on your nipples, his dick inside of you, and his fingers working your clit. 

It was so much sensation at once that you were pretty certain at any given moment you were going to keel over and lose it, and you could already feel that this was going to be the most intense orgasm you may have ever experienced. Jason was stunningly silent as he worked into you, his brown eyes boring into yours as he watched your face make its pathetic movements each time he did something good.

It wasn’t long before the pressure of his fingers alongside the pressure of his member was just too much and you screamed out, bucking viciously as you both rode the waves of your orgasm. In the middle of it, you must have done something just right, because all of a sudden Jason was crying out with a groan too, pushing farther into you as you felt him dripping his load into you, grateful you had been on the pill since you turned eighteen.

When it was all said and done, you were both just a pair of sweaty, blissed-out bodies, holding each other weakly as neither one of you really seemed to want to let go. You rested your forehead on his shoulder and he kissed your cheek with a laugh that made you giggle along as well.

“So,” you blurted out, pulling away from him and caressing his cheek with your hand. He beamed up at you, the gleam in his eyes threatening to bowl you over. “Now that we fucked, do you think we could have a decent conversation one of these days?”

What? It was a valid question.

Jason taglist: @house-of-kolchek @kawaiiwitch224 @inactiveforidk @lorebite @yeslieutenant @kassiekolchek22 @pechvogel @buttermykolchek @emilykolchivans @e-jaegerenthusiast

forever taglist: @house-of-kolchek @lorebite @yeslieutenant @kassiekolchek22 @buttermykolchek @kawaiiwitch224 @ageofbajabule

[hoghtastic]

Heyaaaaaa itsaaaaa me.

Our weekly ALF is here, and we’re staring with last Monday July 22nd until todays Monday!

So here are the numbers:

Mon: -38

Tue: -181

Wed: -285

Thur: -188

Fri: -118

Sat: -34

Sun: -248

Todays Monday it’s -282

His daily averages is -210 and in the last 30 days he lost -6,300 followers.

His current follower number by now is: 2,084,136

More or less he’s falling below 2 Mio when it comes to his followers, but it’s majorly his own fault I think. Some anon wrote a while back that his page became a "I‘m my girlfriend‘s Fanpage, don’t support me, just support her", and sadly it’s true.

I watched also at the relationship‘s from Malte or Sebastian Bull and both of them have a really healthy relationship and don’t always been clued at each others hips with their partners, and enjoying life having fun etc.

But when it comes to Alex, I really ask and wonder myself, does he still have a own life and having fun with out this cringe gf next to him?

Every single time when she and he posting themselves together it’s like setting up a show to the world like "oh look we’re really happy and a real couple" etc. The don’t even have a nice and good chemnistry together at all.

Some previous anon mention that Alex still looks good, yes but he’s not really looking comfy with his GF, it’s, in my eyes, like he’s setting up a show with her to make her being the centre of all 24/7 no matter what, and he’s drowning into the sea of being irrelevant more and more.

I mean you saw it when the little stories were shared where Alex was dancing with Fanny, more than fast Red posted the stuff by the beach kissing him being clingy to him etc non stop.

And it’s really curious that she didn’t posted something from Maltes birthday, where she also was and left very quick, and also she wasn’t invited at the Birthday party for Fanny.

I mean Red always tries to make it look like and pretend to be sooooooo soooooo good friends with all of them and so close. But she isn’t 😂

Hellooo, dear Numbers Queen! 😃👑 Once again, thank you so much for your great service of keeping us up to date with the ALF report! It's much appreciated! As well as your reflection on these topics, with which I personally agree 100%!

Wishing you & all our anons a wonderful week! 💖 Which also feels extra special, because this little blog of ours has just completed its 1st birthday! 🥳🎂 Time surely flies, and it's certainly been a fun ride! So I'd just like to thank each and everyone of you — the ones who've been here since the beginning, the ones who joined along the way, the newcomers, everyone who takes the time to share their thoughts & opinions and the ones who just like to read (and even those who swear to hate the blog but never miss a single post)! It wouldn't have been the same without you! So here's to another year, with hopefully more interesting projects from Alex for us to discuss! 😉🤞✨

[isleofair]

Hero Stats from the Museum of Tiger & Bunny 2

The T&B2 museum that's currently open in Japan has physical versions of all the in-universe hero cards (both the Single and Buddy cards). We'd previously seen Keith and Nathan's cards and stats in the show (and most of Kotetsu and Barnaby's), but now we have them all! @kazuko_01 on Twitter took some lovely pictures of them and has very kindly given me permission to use them for this post. どうもありがとうございました! 💙

I'll put all the stats and a some analysis of them under a cut, because the post will get quite long.

Every individual hero card has scores out of 6 for Experience, Speed, Power, Intelligence, and Spirit, plus a special stat that is unique to each hero and is always maxed out. The scores are:

Wild Tiger: Experience 6, Speed 3, Power 5, Intelligence 3, Spirit 5, Passion 6 Barnaby Brooks Jr.: Experience 4, Speed 6, Power 5, Intelligence 6, Spirit 5, Cool 6 Blue Rose: Experience 4, Speed 4, Power 3, Intelligence 4, Spirit 5, Singer 6 Golden Ryan: Experience 5, Speed 4, Power 5, Intelligence 4, Spirit 4, Gravity 6 Fire Emblem: Experience 5, Speed 4, Power 5, Intelligence 5, Spirit 5, Love 6 Sky High: Experience 5, Speed 6, Power 4, Intelligence 4, Spirit 6, Loyalty 6 Origami Cyclone: Experience 4, Speed 5, Power 4, Intelligence 4, Spirit 5, Traditional 6 Rock Bison: Experience 5, Speed 2, Power 6, Intelligence 3, Spirit 5, Pure 6 Dragon Kid: Experience 4, Speed 6, Power 4, Intelligence 4, Spirit 5, Healthy 6 Magical Cat: Experience 2, Speed 4, Power 3, Intelligence 4, Spirit 4, Cute 6 Mr. Black: Experience 2, Speed 3, Power 4, Intelligence 3, Spirit 4, Honest 6 He Is Thomas: Experience 2, Speed 6, Power 5, Intelligence 6, Spirit 5, Smart 6

Kotetsu, the veteran hero, is the only one with max Experience (6); Ryan, Nathan, Keith and Antonio have 5 (Ryan evidently worked a fair bit overseas before coming to Stern Bild). The new kids (on the block) all have 2, which might mean it's the minimum possible score, or that the cards were updated after the start of the season; beating Fugan and Mugan, for example, should certainly count as experience! And Bunny has the same score as Karina, Ivan and Pao-Lin, despite having become a hero at least one season after them and having taken a year off, so this is most likely not strictly how much time they've spent on the job (Bunny was the one who beat Jake, so they might have counted that as extra experience, for example).

Bunny, Keith, Pao-Lin and Thomas all have max Speed, and the lowest stat of any card except for the kids' Experience is here, for Antonio (2). Evidently this counts something other than just the top speed a hero can reach, because Kotetsu only has a 4 even though he also has Hundred Power (although the way he runs might have something to do with it 🤣), and I don't see how Thomas could move as fast as Keith does when he flies, or even as fast as Pao-Lin, Queen of the Quick Flips. Maybe it's just how fast they can run without using their power (or a combination of that and their reflexes)?

The only hero with max Power is... Antonio! This stat honestly seems to just indicate everyone's physical strength, again without accounting for their power, since Kotetsu and Bunny aren't first and the lowest score goes to Karina and Lara. (This might imply that tiny Pao-Lin can deadlift as much as Keith, King of Training, which I adore.)

The heroes with max Intelligence are Bunny and Thomas (who also has Smart as his unique stat, so that's evidently his thing). The only runner-up at 5 is my clever girl Nathan 💖; everyone else is at 4 (yes, Keith too! He's not dumb, he's just... an airhead 😅), except for Kotetsu, Antonio and Subaru, who have a 3. Oh, you disaster boys. 😅

Perhaps predictably, only Keith reaches a perfect score in Spirit, which seems to indicate conviction. Everyone else has a 5... except for Ryan, Lara and Subaru, whom I want to hug while I tell them they can believe in themselves and in being heroes a little bit more. 🥺

As for the unique stats... excuse me while I melt even more at FireSky's being Love and Loyalty! Because yes, we already new, but in the context of the others they're just so... UGH. My heart. They're literally a relationship. 🥺❤️💜

Kotetsu and Bunny's Passion and Cool are very interesting because they illustrate their contrasting approaches and personalities perfectly, but they work so well as Buddies! 💛

And of course, very honorable mention for Antonio's being freaking Pure. Bless him. 🥹 Everyone give the man a hug right now.

(I want to know what poor Ryan did to the person who wrote the cards, though. Like... seriously? Just Gravity? At least I know Thomas's just says Smart because he doesn't really give you anything else you can use, lol.)

If you sum up all the stats you get the following individual rankings:

1st: Barnaby Brooks Jr. (32) 2nd: Sky High (31) 3rd (tied): Fire Emblem and He Is Thomas (30) 5th: Dragon Kid (29) 6th (tied): Wild Tiger, Golden Ryan, Origami Cyclone (28) 9th: Rock Bison (27) 10th: Blue Rose (26) 11th: Magical Cat (23) 12th: Mr. Black (22)

The Buddy cards show the individual stats again, and then a sum of each score for the pair as a whole. The unique stats for each hero are added together here to make a Buddy stat, which is, therefore, also always maxed out... and to be honest I personally have qualms with that (Subaru and Thomas, for example, certainly don't work together as well as the others), but I that's what we get. 😅 I suppose it could represent how well their personal characteristics go together, potentially.

The stats for the Buddy pairs are:

Tiger & Barnaby: Experience 10, Speed 9, Power 10, Intelligence 9, Spirit 10, Buddy 12

BlueGolden: Experience 9, Speed 8, Power 8, Intelligence 8, Spirit 9, Buddy 12

FireSky: Experience 10, Speed 10, Power 9, Intelligence 9, Spirit 11, Buddy 12

OrigamiRock: Experience 9, Speed 7, Power 10, Intelligence 7, Spirit 10, Buddy 12

KidCat: Experience 6, Speed 10, Power 7, Intelligence 8, Spirit 9, Buddy 12

Mr. Black: Experience 4, Speed 9, Power 9, Intelligence 9, Spirit 9, Buddy 12

The highest combined non-Buddy stat is FireSky's Spirit at 11 (🥺🥹💕); the lowest is Mr. Black's Experience at 4 (fair).

Adding everything together gives us these rankings for the Buddy pairs:

1st: FireSky (61) (❤️💜) 2nd: Tiger & Barnaby (60) 3rd: OrigamiRock (55) 4th: BlueGolden (54) 5th (tied): KidCat and Mr. Black (52)

In conclusion: I need a copy of that FireSky card like I need air. 🥺

[louisisalarrie]

hey hey, hope you're well and those nasty hate anons're leaving you alone!

i've been thinking about the harry coming out as bi theory from back in 2015 with xander (i saw a post on tumblr a few days ago lol) and there is a lot of talk about how louis wouldn't come out without harry but like, would harry really come out without louis?

it seems so... unbalanced? one sacrificing ones own freedom for someone who would be willing to come out with someone else? idk if i'm reading something wrong or misunderstand something and maybe i'm projecting my own issues onto this situation (i've been in this same situation before and it ended badly for me so)

anyway, if or when L&H (together ir separately) come out, i personally only see it happening with a big bang and tell all. with all the shit going on the past 14 years, all the influential people involved,, like i guess what i'm getting here is, do you (with your knowledge) think theres another way? one that could be happening relatively soon (like next 5 years) or is it gonna be a retirement thing? meaning when they've retired theyre just like "yo btw"

another question: do you think they want to come out?

Heya anon!

First off, and most importantly, i am so so sorry to hear you had a negative experience like that. I hope you know you’re wonderful and loved and deserve the very best 🧡

And secondly, welcome to the show!

That post that you’re referencing, i do strongly believe that theory. It makes perfect sense as to the shift in Harry’s behaviour, and confidence, and i think it fits really well into watching him grow over the years, and how mgmt we’re gonna seed it. And then… it all just stopped. Anyway, it’s a great post if you haven’t read it!

So, let’s discuss this from the info we have, and the knowledge we have of Louis and Harry as people, and their sticky situation. Coming out is different for everyone, and everyone has their own time when they’re ready, and i am in no way invalidating anyone’s personal experiences with coming out with this post. I’m not going to assume exactly what they think and want, but i will put my two cents in and base it off what i think is best for them in a career sense, and their relationship to be strong after the official come out.

Okie dokie, with that in mind, let’s get right to it!

Louis did wear a big chunk of their relationship being closeted through Simon. I am in no way saying Harry had it easier, but Louis was older, and Simon saw that Harry would hang off Louis’ every word and action. He saw the dynamic, we all did, and if you were in Simon’s situation, you’d get Louis to sort it out, right? At the nip of the bud, you choose the 18 year old to get the 16 year old to do what you want them to do, because he looks up to Louis. Louis can guide him by being older and wiser and more of a dominant personality. The obvious choice was Louis, and starting there. And Simon did.

That day after the wonderful gay club show, Louis was flown out directly to Simon’s place in LA or whatever mansion he was in at the time, and chastised the fuck out of him. Hes said that before. Harry and Louis were all over each other that night, and they were so damn happy. But Simon doesn’t fly them both out to settle this, he just flies louis out. He puts Louis in a position where he’s telling Harry what to do, rather than chastising them as a team (which im sure he did at other times, but anyway, this is the stem).

So, sweet little Harry as he lives and breathes, is trying to be all in for Louis, and Louis is making sure he doesn’t overstep the boundaries. We’ve seen it a heap of times, and that’s really important to note. Louis did the denials, Louis had the long term gf, and Louis dealt directly with Simon, more so than Harry, i imagine. Harry had to have the womaniser image so he was always busy with that, and Louis had to have the commitment so they were never single at the same time (until all of the members were coincidentally single at the same time which was amazing hahaha).

So, we can already see the imbalance there, with proof. Anyway, as Harry grows into a more flamboyant person and starts wearing gucci and louder colours etc., people are already questioning his sexuality. He’s this sexy, charming man, with an image of already having a lot of partners, so it was easier to believe if he came out and was “experimenting”, rather than being in a long term het relationship. You get what im saying?

So, out of the two of them, it seems more likely that Harry comes out. He gets a lot of press, larries are getting excited, but also, Larry gets mentioned a few times in the media around 2015, during this Xander and H thing. And while Harry is the “frontman”, gets all the attention and we can already see how much of a superstar he is and mgmt/the Azoffs can see a very successful solo career for him, he’s allowed to be a bit ambiguous. Bring up the ratings, keep things fun and sexy and exciting. Even during One Direction, Louis just wasn’t as popular to the GP. so, it’s an easy choice. Harry.

(Also Harry is louis’ baby and he’d want to protect him at all costs and let him be free over his own happiness)

My bet is mgmt wouldn’t let them come out together at the same time bc that’s too much of a scandal, but also it exposes them. It’s a compromise. But, it doesn’t end up following through and Louis’ stuck with a stunt until the time is right and Harry is continued to be seen with every leggy gal who needs a bit of promo. The narrative was changing, and the seeding for Harry back then has even worked now. He’s so much more free. So, yeah. He’s a lot more free to do what he wants, and he also doesn’t have a kid tied to him. Unfair? Yes. But i believe Louis did do this whole thing for the sake of Harry, and mgmt wanted it to be Harry.

Now, about how they’ll come out… i mean… a tell all would be great, but they’ll be sued by a million folks who still hold a great deal of money and power over them. I truly don’t think a tell all will happen for a long time. It doesn’t seem plausible to me right now. And the thing is… if mgmt hadn’t have dealt them any stunts, and let them be single the whole time, they could’ve come out way sooner and been like “yeah we’re dating and we didn’t want to make it public” and get away without the whole forcible closeting thing. It would’ve been a smart move. But it’s all in the name of PR, and relationships and sightings of the boys with girls make money.

Anyway, who knows. They might break and just say fuck it and do it. But with budding careers, they need to be smart about this. Harry is at the height of his career (i think his absence from everything right now is very smart btw), and Louis is on the rise. They have to end the bbg thing (I’ve talked about my theories on this before and how best to end it, and i think i should probably send it to mgmt to save their asses), because I don’t think Louis would wanna be tied to that for the rest of his life.

However, Harry and Louis are enemies to the GP right now. So they’re gonna have to seed a friendship, then a relationship, and it’s gonna be a much longer process than a big bang. Depends on how savvy both their marketing teams are. But also, Harry is kinda.. halfway out? People don’t really believe he’s straight. Hes not yet given himself an official title to the public (he doesn’t have to), but he’s got one foot out of the closet. Louis is still stuck in fucking Narnia at the moment.

So if Harry wants to wait until louis can come out and they do it together, that’s great, but absolutely nothing about louis’ sexuality has been seeded. I think even at this point in his career it’s not gonna get much attention from the public, and bbg is still hanging over his head. So it’s kinda like… Harry is halfway out with a hell of a lot more freedom but hasn’t officially come out, who knows? Maybe he is waiting for Louis? Or he’s just enjoying the ambiguous nature of it all. He doesn’t have to announce anything and he’s on top of the world. Most people are seeing him for who he is.

Louis is just so focused on his career right now that I don’t think he’s pushing for the same amount of freedom. He’s trying to make a name for himself and a solo career that separates him from the idea that he’s “riding Harry’s coattails” or whatever tf people will say if they came out as dating. So I think he’s super focused on doing what he loves, and yeah. He’s not as fussed right now. And he’s still in a sticky situation with bbg, so he’s doing what he can to hint at us that he’s still there and thinking about it and it’ll happen, but not right now.

I truly think they both do wanna come out, even if it doesn’t seem like a priority for Louis rn, and Harry is kinda halfway there. It’s a weird little awkward timing for them I think. And don’t get me wrong, I want them to do whatever makes them happy and what’s right for their careers, but until we get some serious seeding and not just stuff larries pick up, it won’t happen.

Unless yeah, a big drop of everything and they expose everyone. Stranger things have happened. But it jeopardises their careers and networks big time.

Anyway, this turned way longer than I thought, and I probably repeated myself a bunch bc im exhausted from work, but if you have any specific questions about what I said, you’re more than welcome to send through! These big topics are always hard to grasp anything. Damn, im still rambling. Sorry, and thank you anon! Big love to you x

[gamesception]

Let’s read utena chapter 7

Tumblr’s new post editor just ate this entire reaction post I’m so mad it’s all gone.  I’ve turned back on ‘legacy editor’, but honestly every single pop-up overlay editor has been a nightmare and I wish they would go back to having a separate page for post creation, it’s the only way this site has ever been stable.

I’m soooo maddddd

anyway, last time we left off in the middle of the first Sionji duel.  I said something here, but it’s gone now so whatever, not much change from the anime so far anyway.

Except Touga’s physically here for some reason, and looks surprised, like he doesn’t know what’s going on, instead of watching smugly from afar larping like he’s in any amount of control here.

So anyway, the duel ends more or less like in the anime, only instead of the magic sword disappearing there’s this ridiculous sequence where it’s knocked flies out of Sionji’s hand and...

And into utena’s hand and visibly fills her with the power of Dios and everybody including Anthy is completely shocked so this is not normally what happens when a challenger wins a duel so... ok?

It’s still happening.  Like, I’m sorry to just be reposting full pages with minimal commentary, but what even?

Like, why even bother with the rest of the duels?  I get that Utena needs to build a relationship with Anthy and overcome challenges to that relationship in order for her to break the whole dueling ritual and save Anthy at the end, but like, from Akio’s perspective he’s just trying to find a duelist who can channel Dios’s power, and, uh, feels kind of like job done on this one, like he could skip to the end at this point without bothering with the rest of this year’s duelist crop?

It’s still happening, by the way.  Highlander victories were more subdued than this.

I’m with Sionji here.  What was that?

Since the sword doesn’t just disappear, we do get this cute moment of Utena sheepishly giving it back to Anthy, so that’s nice.

We also get this introduction between Utena and Touga where he comes off as... maybe not sincere exactly, but more playful & charming and less condescending & manipulative than in the show.

In the anime, we don’t see Utena leave the arena, but the episode closes on Anthy meeting up with Utena that same night.

In the manga, though, Utena, confused, embarrassed, or maybe just weirded out, kind of rushes out of the arena without anthy, conveyed by a neat handful of panels of the path to the arena in reverse:

One past the gate, Utena does pause just a moment to think about Anthy -

But unlike in the anime, Anthy doesn’t catch up to her that night.

So I guess we’re proceeding into episode 2, but where anime Utena was back to her normal unflappable self by the next day, manga Utena is still visibly shaken up.

As in episode 2, Anthy shows up in class like nothing happened, but we don’t get the cute scene of Utena going out of her way to show concern for Wakaba & trying to cheer her up, or of Wakaba and her book.  The Revolutionary Girl Utena anime already needed just way more Wakaba, if the manga keeps cutting her moments I’ll be sad about it.

Manga Wakaba does show up.  She’s somehow heard about Utena’s dorm change before Utena has, and is much more broken up about it in the manga than in the anime.  Honestly, I liked their conversation in the anime while walking over to the new dorm way better.  Wakaba was sad Utena was moving, but not wailing over it like this since it’s really not that big a deal, Wakaba hangs on her arm, they hold hands and swing their arms, Wakaba talks about how it’s supposedly been closed for ten years and teases Utena about having to clean up a derilict building, Utena gives her a piggy back ride, all in all it’s a very cute scene that also gets the necessary exposition in, and the whole time Wakaba comes across as a fun and funny, perpetually cheerful friend, before leaving Utena on the way because, well, she does live in a different dorm, and needs to get back to her own room.

Where as manga Wakaba...

Does not come off as well at all.  Chijo Saito is really dropping the ball here.

But again, I have to remind myself, she didn’t have the full anime to adapt, it’s not her fault.

As in the anime, Utena worries about the room being a mess, only to find it spotless thanks to Anthy’s cleaning, though...

That cleaning is a bit more strenuous in the manga.

And the chapter closes on Anthy introducing herself as the Rose Bride.

We’re still more or less on track with the anime plot, apart from some weird digressions at the end of the first duel.  I expect the manga to jump the rails sooner rather than later, but I’m not sure when or how.

[loveislandthegame]

Babe if you can't complete Kassam route before the deadline, someone called Sound something covered every single scene of his route. Anyway, congrats on getting the 🦄 I tried it but alas.

yes, SoundNo3485 on reddit ! i have mad respect for their dedication in covering so many different routes. especially with the bugginess of the OG app (and all the damn ads, because the airplane mode trick doesn't work. that's the only thing i like about the new app) they've posted scenes i've never come across before, it rlly amazes me how detailed season 2 was.

kassam was my LI while s2 was airing, so i managed to unlock him back in 2019 ! (time flies, doesn't it?) after that, i couldn't get it to open again , i've always just dragged him back to the villa. so i'm like, ridiculously happy i unlocked his route again lol

if you (or anyone reading this) want to unlock kassam's route: there is a guaranteed method of getting him . unfortunately it's extremely time consuming (FB is so trifling for only giving us two weeks notice) the game is glitched out so the "actual" way of getting him (being a shy/chill MC) is pretty much impossible, but we can use those glitches to our advantage. what matters is the casa guys' heart scores, nothing else. hearts from previous playthroughs get stored in the game's cache, so:

before casa amor, play however you want, seriously, you can do anything. (if you're wondering what i did, i was with rocco until he gets dumped, then i was with henrik. unlocked marisol's route, fixed all the drama, didn't participate in operation nope)

once you're in CA, wear the free outfits to prevent getting hearts from arjun and felix . pick all the mean options for them too, you'll need to get a bunch of frowns (when it comes to carl, i think he always likes MC ? at least in my playthroughs he does, but i pied him off as well just to be careful)

flirt with kassam and elijah at every opportunity. yes, both . their routes are connected for some reason. more importantly, elijah has to be your bed partner if kassam's route isn't unlocked. if kassam rejects you, you'll most likely be stuck with arjun or felix, whichever casa guy has been hounding you the most. it's way easier to get on elijah's route, even if he doesn't say your name. as long as you pick all his heart options, his route will open during the speed date . (i like elijah too, he's such an underrated LI)

pie off elijah when he eventually starts talking about bringing him to the villa (sorry luv) choose kassam for brunch and then drag him to the villa, keep increasing his heart score for a few days. another important thing, if you care about scenes being out of order, don't kiss, don't do bits, don't take gem scenes for alone time. blah blah blah. his first kiss is where he reads your palm. his first alone time scene (on the swing) he talks about taking in the moment/meditating (imma be real, idk what the steamy scenes look like cus i don't pick them lmaooo🖤🩶🤍💜)

the unfortunate and time consuming part, you have to hit the "restart show" button. one time! no more than that. some people on the LITG subreddit have had luck with just restarting to day 14, i'm not one of them . you can try it ofc, but it's very finicky. restarting the show works 100%

again, play however you want. (i pretty much did the same stuff as my 1st playthrough, except i was with lucas after rocco leaves) while you're at it, check for signs that heart scores carried over. one immediate way i was able to tell is: in my completely brand new playthrough, i picked the shy and neutral options, so bobby didn't step forward for my MC. second time around, with thee same exact choices, he did.

once you're in casa, kassam and elijah will be the ones that say your name ! yay ! wooo. i cheered when it was elijah staring at MC instead of felix . there's a funny scene during the speed date when you're on their route. elijah lingers after the buzzer goes off, kassam walks up to yall and tells him to move. anyways, ask kassam to share a bed and he'll say yes . unicorn acquired