#fake fan i bet

[k9wa]

omg kawa hi im ur biggest fan

oh ya? name 10 kawa songs right now :/

[the-far-bright-center]

I'm so tired of Prequels haters on this website. Especially the ones masquerading as Prequels fans. I grew up with the dudebros who openly hated the PT, so I am used to those and they barely faze me these days. But I am constantly confounded by the current fandom that pretends to like those films only to criticise every single detail about them at every turn. I'm not saying you have to think every piece of media you love is perfect to enjoy it. But the fact people feel they always need to preface everything about the Prequels with some kind of scathing takedown is just maddening. I'm here for FANDOM. You know, being a FAN of a story and its characters. I don't give two fucks if you think you can write the Prequels 'better' than George Lucas, you didn't. They're his. They are what they are.

And I happen to unironically LOVE them exactly as they are.

I'm probably one of the very few who feels this way, but it would still be nice if people would respect that fans like us actually exist. It would be nice if people who claim to be Prequels fans actually focus on what they love about these films without a gazillion negative caveats.

[pochapal]

btw for reference Here are all the spoiler glimpses of beatrice's form i've been accidentally exposed to for the sake of transparency and also so you can know how surreal/funny it is for me to be unravelling the meaning of this vicious murderwitch in canon while also seeing occasional iceberg tips of what seems to be some kind of extremely thorough and comprehensive blorbo memeification going on. i think you guys are doing some breaking bad fandom shit to this woman.

[discordiansamba]

me, minding my own business:

my brain: idol duo Hunk and Romelle. and Keith is their bodyguard.

me: sure I'll rotate that for the rest of the evening

[kazumahashimoto]

dude i fucking love beyblade

[chiizestims]

[ 🔺 | Original Post ] - Gif I accidently messed up but wanted to keep.

[hana-bobo-finch]

NOOOOO NOT THE BEST PDBC CHARACTER NOOOOO

[taichi-x-koushiro]

Me, when I realize the person who likely harassed me on A.O.3 comments (and was determined by A.O.3 mods to be targeting me with said harassment to the point multiple other accounts they had got banned) is likely back harassing another Taishirou writer without them knowing it: ... I am going to flip (and Not in the Good Way)

[typheus]

anyways i watched the leaked episodes of .the red show. and man... not good.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I'm gonna have an aneurysm. The obnoxious tik tok swiftie that I know said she was sooooooo sure Taylor was gonna announce rep tv in Argentina. Girl sit down. And then she said "debut isn't really a fan favorite 😒😒😒" LIKE GIRL RESPECT YOUR ELDERS. I don't think she even understands why she's rerecording. I lived through the 2016 drought just to be forced to listen to a girl who just wants to like Taylor to be cool be disappointed she didn't get an album announcement 2 weeks after an album release. Pay attention and you would know it's gonna be announced in February. Say something bad about debut and die by my sword. Oh my god.

[intertexts-moving]

ok updated aftg opinions after spending an evening fucking around & rereading the first one. they're...... not that bad actually. truly i will die on the hill of shit pulpy gay ass fiction & it's honestly just shit pulpy gay shit at its most enjoyable (imo). the excruciating plot writing is made up for by the fact that the writing is genuinely like, really fun & flows well for me at least....... id take take campy melodramatic toxic problematic dumbfuck novel over many insanely boring slice of life somft gays.... its insanely funny to me that its literally just like one shortstack goalie with gods worst temper who's high as balls can defeat the Whole Mafia? like hell yeah. that's godawful but its so fun to read... also unfortunately the whole continual explicit consent & messy feeling out of boundaries & mutual respect thing did rewire my brain when i was like fifteen. so. also dykes.

[sn0tcl0wn]

so tempted to make a biblically accurate han lue playlist because what the fuck is this?

like it's either just soundtrack songs, music that sounds like it belongs on the soundtrack, and selfship playlists. the only j-hop these playlists have is from tokyo drift. they're doing my boy so dirty with these mixes 😭

[builtyouahousefromabrokenhome]

Is that really their genre xD Well I beg to differ, as Zayn would say while defending Liam's hairstyle ...

I use spotify almost exclusively to make and listen to playlists for the stories I'm working on, and while in the last months I've been listening to SO MUCH 50's and 60's music for the hockey fic lol, it still mostly caught the ALIWC playlist ... except for the top songs. I'd say I play all the songs on the hockey fic playlist pretty equally, and - maybe apart from Sam Cooke's A Change Is Gonna Come - these are not the ones I listened to the most on purpose T^T But my top artists are ones of whom I've been listening to their full discography, and not only for playlist purposes :3

[xcziel]

i wonder if maybe jin's fanmeet is really just a subtle way to touch base with the og army - the real ones that were there for them pre-debut and at the music shows

and that's why it's local only and they don't seem to feel bad about cutting some people out - probably for security reasons too

if i was jin i'd only want to actually be touching those i knew by face over the years who can be trusted not to pull something creepy or weird

[mood2you]

This chapter is so neat.

[whytheylosttheirminds]

the boy is mine - r.c.

(blurb, 1.4k words, season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader)

summary he's got finally got his shit tight, but now everybody wants him, and that just won't do...

content fem receiving oral, 18+ minors do not interact

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The sun was hot and angry, casting a golden glow on Rafe as he cracked another beer and threw it back. You watched his tall frame from your beach chair, lip between your teeth as you took in the sharp panes of his stomach. You squirmed slightly while your eyes tracked the little trail of hair that led lower, lower…

But you weren’t the only one looking. 

The music bumped through someone’s speaker as a group of bikini-clad girls pulled up their chairs and umbrellas right next to your group’s coveted spot.

Your friend leaned over in her beach chair, “think someone’s got eyes for your man.” You followed her nod to the gaggle of bottle blondes with fake tans who were whispering to each other and smiling in his direction. 

“That’s cute,” you snorted.

Rafe was none the wiser to their stares, reaching his hand down to help you to your feet, pulling you toward the water behind him.

“Think you’ve got some fans,” you told him once you were bobbing in the waves, your arms around his neck as he crouched low to meet your eyeline.

He smirked, “maybe I should go sign some autographs.”

You smacked his shoulder, making him laugh despite your pouty frown. He stood from the water, lifting you with him so they could see your legs wrap around his waist. He grabbed your ass, holding you up with ease as his lips found yours.

The girls on the beach were suddenly very busy checking their phones and setting up umbrellas, disappointed looks on their faces as Rafe showed you off.

Back at his house, Rafe lead you into the outdoor shower, turning on the lukewarm water to wash the sea and sand from your body. When he caught you frowning, he tapped the side of your head gently, his signature way of asking what’s on your mind.

“I’m glad you’re so successful, I just don’t like that everybody suddenly wants what’s mine,” you explained.

He looked down at you, eyelids low as his gaze traveled over your body. His hands slid up your sides slowly, thumbs slipping under the thin string of your bikini top, sweeping over your ribs.

“So possessive,” he smirked.

“Just think everyone should know you’re off limits by now,” you whispered, stepping closer to him until you were chest to chest.

You nudged your nose against his neck, guiding him to tilt his chin up and reveal his throat to you. Your lips started out soft, tickling him with little kitten licks between each gentle kiss. When you reached his Adam’s apple, you let your teeth graze over the sensitive skin. Rafe winced, his obvious erection pressing against your belly and making you hungrier for him than ever. 

Finally, you sucked harder, right where his neck meets his broad chest. After a few moments of pressure, you pulled back and wiped the glossy spit from your lips, smiling in satisfaction at the purple-blue mark you left on him. You moved to leave another, but he interrupted you.

“Bet those girls on the beach wouldn’t tease me this much,” he grumbled.

You responded by wrapping your fingers around his throat. He chuckled smugly under your hold, deep vibration tickling your palm. It’s merely a symbolic gesture, your small hand doesn’t even fit half way around his neck. You squeezed harder, but he was still smiling. You narrowed your eyes at him, no more fucking around.

Your hand snaked up higher, around to the back of his neck. As you ran your fingers up over his buzzed hair, you let your nails scratch enough to raise goosebumps along his skin. When you reached as high as you could go, standing up on your tiptoes and still nowhere near matching his height, you pressed his head down hard, nails digging into his scalp. 

Rafe stumbled for just a second before understanding the assignment. He lowered to his knees slowly, shuffling forward until your back brushed against the wall, the water from the shower cascading over your shoulders and down your body.

“Bet those girls on the beach couldn’t make you drop to your knees without saying a single word either,” you taunted him.

He grabbed your hips and dug his fingers in, pushing you back against the wall hard.

“Tell me who else, baby,” you continued, “who else can put big bad Rafe Cameron on his knees? Hmm?”

His stare was icy as he looked up at you from the ground. You returned your hand to the top of his head, redirecting his gaze to your bikini bottoms.

“Show me who you belong to, baby boy.”

You could tell he was considering fighting back, the desire for control almost tempting enough to bring him back to his feet. But then he saw the growing wet spot over your center. Licking his lips, he nodded slowly, like a king admiring his feast.

His long fingers untied your bathing suit strings one at a time, causing the thin fabric to fall away and leave you bare in front of him. You lifted one foot to his shoulder, lowering him even further.

Rafe looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering over his pretty blue eyes as he spread you with his first and middle finger, his tongue flicking between them and hitting right where you needed it to.

“Exactly like that,” you sighed, head falling back so the water from the showerhead ran through your hair like a waterfall. “You know just what to do.”

No rush, he took his time. This was his house. He could take you on any surface, in any room, at any time. And he would. But first he was gonna make you come on his tongue right out in the open air. 

He’d developed this whole neighborhood, practically running this half of the island at this point. All these new houses were filled with people who owed him money. He runs this shit, and yet here he was, on his knees for you. The thought was so fucking hot, you had to bite back your moan.

“Nah let it out, angel,” he coaxed between sharp licks to your clit. “I want you to scream ‘til the neighbors hear, yeah?”

You smiled big at that command, “you want all your new neighbors to hate you?”

“I don’t care what they think as long as their checks clear.” 

He lowered his mouth to your entrance, lapping you up, grinding his nose back and forth on your clit until he was completely buried, covered in you. You couldn’t even feel the water falling on you anymore, your skin on fire with pleasure. Rafe’s hands slid up your thighs and over your stomach, before slipping under your bikini top and palming your tits with perfect pressure.

As instructed, you let your moans and cries fly. When he let one hand fall from your chest so he could slip two fingers inside you, curling at the knuckles and tapping the tips against your g-spot, your whole body trembled.

“Mmm, that’s perfect,” you praised. “You gonna make me come all over your face?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, licking a long stripe across your clit. “Make a mess for me, baby.”

He circled back, dragging his tongue the other way as his fingers danced along your walls. Your foot pushed hard against his shoulder, like you were trying to stomp him out, but he held himself up against you, the burning stretch in your thigh only adding to the intense pleasure.

“Oh my god! Yes, yes Rafe!”

You soaked him, one hand on his head and the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder as you came.

When you finally cooled down, body weak and wrung out with pleasure, he stood and guided you even further under the cool stream of the shower. He rubbed his hand along your inner thigh, letting the remnants of your high wash down the drain. 

“Now why the fuck would I need any other girl when you give me that, huh?”

“That’s right, baby,” you agreed with a blissed out grin. “I got so much more for you, too.”

Rafe carried you into the house, and he didn’t even have to ask for you to get on your knees. 

Before you started, he made sure all the windows were wide open so everyone in the neighborhood could hear exactly who he belonged to.

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