#finding frankie si

[porcelainleviathan]

Got reminded of my autism so heres some random doodles of Cash (Ft. some frankie)

Cash is a little shit i love him. {Bonus og page with the frankie doodles because 'man' had me in stitches when i first drew it}

[orionthecritter]

Any of y’all fucking with Finding Frankie…

[huntersselfshipocean]

Finally drew Reese in my normal style lol(Reblogs and fanart HIGHLY ENCOURAGED!!)

[baronessvonglitter]

Keep On Loving You

Frankie Morales x f!reader | WC: 1.7K

Summary: Hooking up with Frankie at a house party.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Strangers to lovers trope. Hooking up at a party. Mention of drinking alcohol (no drunkenness). Thigh grinding. Oral (f receiving). Protected piv (we're being RESPONSIBLE today). Reader wears a dress, has hair long enough to be pulled, and has female anatomy, but is otherwise not described.

Author's note: Hi! My name is Adriana, and when I was a kid I had two parakeets named Romeo and Juliet. They both died within a day of each other.

There's no excuse for this fic except that I was listening to Cigarettes After Sex last night and woke up with this in my brain. In honor of Frankie Friday, here it is ❤️

FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

He doesn't ever do things like this.

But you.. you were just so damn tempting, the way your eyes sparkled as he told what he was pretty sure was the lamest joke ever told, the way your fingertips lightly brushed his bicep as you told your own equally corny one-liner.

Frankie hadn't anticipated the strength of the unspoken tension between you when he met you at a mutual friend's party. He hadn't hoped to meet someone like you, so beautiful and kind and smart.

So he's pretty flustered when you scan the area before taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. He doesn't even pretend not to know what for.

The moment you're both inside the bathroom and the door is safely closed behind you, you're all over each other. He presses you to the wall, hands roaming your body as he claims you in a deep, passionate kiss, tasting the sangria on your tongue and swallowing your sweet moans. He presses his leg between yours as you start to grind on his thigh.

Groaning, and his dick hard as fuck, his hands slip under your dress, watching as you writhe on his clothed knee. He can feel your heat, watching your arousal pool, the wet stain blooming at the crotch of your panties. "That's right, baby, grind down on me," he encourages, emboldened by your own lasciviousness. You want him just as much as he wants you, and he finds that a miraculous thing.

His hands grip your soft hips, fingers digging into your skin as he guides you to move. "Can you feel how wet I am?" you murmur, tongue licking the inside of his lower lip. You make his heart skip a beat (or several) and his head spins in the heady desire. He nods, cupping your pretty face in his hands. "Si," he growls, hand slipping down to feel the dampness gathering in your pretty lacy panties. "You're goddamn soaked." He nicks his hand away, pulling it out and bringing it to his mouth, licking off your tangy essence. "You taste so good, mi querida."

"Fuck me," you whisper, your pussy clenching around nothing and needing him to fill you, to leave his mark on you in some way, this handsome stranger you just met. "Fuck me, Frankie. I need it.."

His brain almost short-circuits, breath hitching in his throat as he watches you, your eyes wide and pupils dilated, your lips parted and glossy. You need him inside of you and who is he to deny that? "You don't have to tell me twice," he says, kissing you again and kneeling in front of you, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, baby," he says softly. "But I need to feel you come on my tongue first. I need to drive you crazy."

The music is loud, bass bumping heavily through the walls as he gently hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, greeted by the sight of your drenched pussy. He inhales your scent, sweet and musky, and his cock hardens even more in response. Smiling as you tangle your fingers in his hair, he dives in, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling the tiny bundle of nerves, groaning when you cry out and curse, pulling him closer, fingers fisted in his hair.

"God, you taste so good," he says again, lapping you up like you're a dripping ice cream cone. His tongue swirls and flicks, tasting, devouring you. He grovels as he grips your thighs, smothering himself in your pussy, your scent all around him. He needs to taste every inch of you, to memorize every moment of this, to drive you wild with need and desire. And soon he's intoxicated by your flavor.

He revels in your response, the way you're not even trying to hide your sounds of pleasure, your thighs threatening to close around his head - what a lovely way to go - his tongue continues its delightful work, his kisses alternating between soft and teasing to hard and demanding, switching it up so you're consistently asking for more. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough.

"Frankie.. Frankie!!" you cry out, rolling your hips against his face. He knows your close the way you're panting and desperate, and it's hard for him not to grin when you come all over his face, drenching him. He pulls away when you're done, his nose, lips, and chin glistening with your juices. "You taste like heaven," he murmurs, standing to kiss you, sharing your taste with you.

Practically limp in his arms you let him lead you to the counter, bending over the sink. He's lost now, letting his dick do all the thinking, and you have zero complaints about that.

He spreads your thighs apart, lifting the hem of your dress as he kneels again and grabs your cheeks, kneading the soft flesh, leaving an imprint where he squeezes. His mouth fills with saliva as he takes in the sight of your inviting, puffy petals, dewy with your honey.

In a low voice he tells you, "Stick your ass out for me, baby," and when you do you let out a gasp as he starts to eat you out from behind, his broad tongue flattened as it sweeps across your cunt, basking in the sweet taste of you and the sounds you're making. Unbuttoning his jeans he takes his cock out from his boxers, spitting into his palm and stroking it as his tongue works its magic on you.

You're barely holding on, still recovering from your earlier orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your whole body trembling as Frankie eats you out, feasting on your pussy like he just got out of prison. At this point you can't even string two sentences together, if you tried. His tongue, his lips, those are the only things you can perceive. It feels like he's there for hours, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from you.

Once you're almost too tired to keep standing, he grabs his wallet from his back pocket and fishes out a condom, thanking his lucky stars that Benny had given it to him "for good luck." Your eyes flick to him as he rolls the rubber over his length, and you dare a peep over your shoulder, eager to see what he's working with. "Jesus.." you whisper, watching his sheathed cock bob, eager to get started.

He meets your gaze in the mirror, hands on your hips as you slowly begins to press into you. He gently gathers your hair, pulling your head up so you can see yourself in the mirror. "I want you to watch.."

"Frankie.." you moan as he teases your folds, swiping the thick head across, making you squirm in anticipation. You swear you see a little smirk on his face as he finally presses in, thick and warm and delicious, stretching you, and you moan his name again. When he pulls out just to tease you, you whimper at the loss, pushing your hips back, seeking him. Then his lips are next to your ear, whispering, "Take all of me, querida," and slides the whole of him into you.

"Yes.. just like that," he whispers, low and guttural, still holding your hair to make sure you don't miss a beat of this moment. "See how good we look together."

You moan at each deep, jabbing thrust as he glides into you with precision, making sure you feel every blessed inch of him. Indeed you look good together.. you whimper his name as the sound of your flesh fills the small space, his thrusts steady and true. He watches, rapt, as your heart-shaped ass ripples with each movement, the sound of his balls thwacking against your thighs is almost enough to make him cum right away.

"Frankie! Yes.. so good.." You sound so good when you moan his name. His hips pummel against yours, the wet, squelchy sounds growing louder, unmistakable to anyone listening outside the door.

"You feel so good, oh my god," he growls, sliding into you over and over, growing insane with the pleasure building up. He meets your eyes in the mirror and besides being inside you, it's the most intimate thing he can imagine. It's a favor from the gods above when you start to come, holding onto the countertop as his thrusting becomes relentless, needy for the sweet finish.

Your pussy throbs around him, milking his cock for all it's worth, coaxing his own finish. With a deep groan he drives in deep, hips stilling as he twitches inside you, filling up the condom. You moan and sigh in unison, slumped over the sink.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, his head still spinning, before he manages to pull himself together. After disengaging he gets rid of the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the bin. He watches as you pull yourself up, and, gentleman that he is, helps you slip your panties back on, admiring that little shimmy of your hips as you pull them into place. He presses a kiss to the front, right where your clit is, wanting one last little moment. Smiling, you comb your fingers through his hair, giving him a warm smile.

You smooth out your dress over your thighs, checking the mirror to make sure you look decent. To Frankie you're gorgeous, your hair messy and skin glowing, out of breath and slightly disoriented. He can't help but smile as he knows, in this moment, he's absolutely hooked.

"Maybe we should wait a moment and cool down," you suggest, suddenly feeling a little shy despite having just come multiple times from him. The music has changed, as if an homage to the quietude and sweetness of the moment, and Frankie agrees, taking you by the waist, your bodies slightly swaying to the melody. "I love this song," you whisper.

"Nothing beats the original," he smirks. "It's a classic for a reason."

"Some changes can be good, right?" The look of hope in your eyes makes his heart flip over in his chest and he holds onto you a little tighter.

"Yeah," he agrees at last, the lyrics of the song now etched perfectly into this moment in time, this night he met his wife and mother of his children.

"I hope that means the night isn't over yet." The grin you wear is infectious and he dons a matching one.

"Not even close, babe. Your place or mine?"

dividers by @adornedwithlight 👑

tagging all the Frankie hoes fangirls (gn): @letsgobarbs @jolapeno

@professionalpromqueen @inept-the-magnificent @schnarfer

@everybodylovedcontractors @cxrsed-angel @salingers

@amiijenn @shaunasflannel @cuppajoel @penvisions

@canadianfangirl-95 @katw474 @pedges-world

[hummingbird24220]

Can I request genderfluid! Reader just chilling out with the strawhats. Maybe they have a devil fruit that lets them have complete control of their body (within reason). I imagine Luffy, Chopper and Franky find it very cool, chopper and robin definitely want to find out the limits of their devil fruit. Sanji gets very flustered by their changing (they definitely use their fem body to get more snacks) and shopping trips with Nami. The rest of the straw hats are pretty indifferent to their devil fruit power (unless you have a cool idea for them) Also feel free to play around with how the devil fruit works if you want!

This was more rambling then I expected, you don’t have to write about all the strawhats if that’s too much you can just pick your favourite!

Hello! Yes, absolutely. Ive never written Genderfluid!Reader before, so i hope i did it justice.

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Shifting Tides - Part 1

One Piece x Genderfluid!Reader

Part 2

The Thousand Sunny bobbed gently on a calm, glittering sea. No Navy. No bounty hunters. No chaos.

In other words: the perfect day to do absolutely nothing.

“Y/Nnnnn!” Luffy's voice echoed across the deck, limbs flailing as he bolted toward you. “Let me see the stretchy one again!”

You stretched your arm lazily above your head, grinning. “Stretchy one, huh? You mean this one?”

Your form rippled slightly as your body shifted—arms lengthening, fingers flexing like elastic, before snapping back into a different version of yourself. Taller. Buffer. Your voice a little deeper, cocking an eyebrow at Luffy.

“YOOOOOOO!” Luffy gasped, eyes sparkling. “THAT’S SO COOOL!”

Franky, polishing something vaguely explosive nearby, paused to adjust his shades and nod appreciatively. “That’s a super fruit you got there, bro! Sis? Bro-sis?”

You chuckled, morphing again mid-sentence—your frame shrinking slightly, hair flowing out longer, features softening. “I’m just me, Franky. But hey, you can call me whatever fits. I shift more than this ship does in a storm.”

Chopper practically popped out of the infirmary, notebook in hand and eyes gleaming with scientific curiosity. “I have so many questions! Do your organs change? Your bones? What about your hormone levels—do you produce different amounts depending on your form?!”

You laughed and ruffled his hat, ignoring how Robin subtly appeared at your side, gaze curious but calm. “You’ll have to join the queue, Chopper. Robin’s been cataloging me like I’m a sentient encyclopedia entry.”

“I simply find the limits of your Devil Fruit fascinating,” Robin said with a small smile. “The Body-Body Fruit, was it? Total control of your own biology, within reason. Do you have to imagine the change or feel it?”

“Little of both,” you answered. “It’s not like drawing a picture—it’s more like… feeling myself stretch toward a different version of me.”

Robin tilted her head. “Have you ever considered turning into someone with wings?”

“Please don’t give them ideas,” Zoro muttered from his napping spot against the mast. “They’re weird enough already.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Love you too, sword boy.”

Sanji exited the kitchen right on cue, tray balanced on one hand. “Snacks are ready for—”

You switched to your more femme form with a flick of your wrist. Your hair bounced, your eyelashes batted, and your voice dropped to a sugary, singsong pitch.

“Saaaanjiii~ You’re so sweet to me~ Could I maybe get an extra plate? For all this shapeshifting, I really must replenish my calories~”

His nose erupted in a predictable geyser of blood as he collapsed backward with a dreamy sigh. “A-a-a-anything f-for you, mademoiselle…”

You winked at Nami, who had just walked up beside you with a shopping list.

“You’re so evil,” she said fondly, grabbing your arm. “Now c’mon. I need backup for the next island. Pretty faces get better discounts.”

“Just say you like shopping with me,” you teased, shifting seamlessly between forms as you posed dramatically. “This look or this one? Or maybe—” you flicked to something androgynous, long coat billowing behind you. “Battle-ready discount mode?”

Nami laughed, dragging you toward the helm. “Doesn’t matter, you’re paying half.”

Later, as the sun began to dip and the crew gathered for dinner, you relaxed in your favorite form—somewhere in-between. Hair tousled, voice warm and casual, you leaned back and watched your chaotic family bicker, laugh, and eat like pirates do.

Usopp was trying to convince Luffy he could also control his body with sheer will (“I can stretch my nose!” he claimed, yanking it violently). Brook played background music that didn’t match the tone at all. Sanji sneakily brought you another plate.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Zoro said, sipping from his sake cup, eyes half-lidded. “They change shape. So what?”

“Yeah,” you replied, mouth full. “And you fall asleep in every corner of the ship. We’ve all got talents.”

Robin smiled over the rim of her wine glass. “I think it’s nice. You’re truly yourself, however you choose to look.”

Luffy threw an arm around your shoulders. “You’re awesome! I wanna see what else you can do tomorrow!”

You leaned into him, grinning. “I’ll show you the stretchy one again, captain. But only if you don’t eat my dessert this time.”

“NO PROMISES!”

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It started innocently enough.

Chopper had asked to do some basic testing—nothing invasive, just a few form swaps, flexibility checks, a reaction speed test, maybe a tissue sample or two (he was very polite about that part).

Robin had also taken notes. Pages and pages of neat handwriting. You were about 60% sure she was planning to write a paper on you.

“Can you shift muscle mass instantly?” “Yup.” “What about vocal pitch without altering your throat?” “Sure.” “Can you make yourself taller and still retain agility?” “Wanna race?” “What happens if you do this—” poke

Meanwhile, Luffy sat cross-legged in the middle of the deck, watching with wide, fascinated eyes. He clapped every time you transformed. “DO THE TALL ONE AGAIN!” You stretched up into a tall, broad-shouldered build with a sly grin. “Like this?” “YEAHHH! SO COOOOOL!”

Zoro leaned against the rail, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

“…Y’know,” he said after a while, squinting, “it’s weird.”

“What’s weird?” you asked, flexing one arm in a very gratuitous show of your newest build. You had gone with an athletic look—abs on display, golden skin glinting with sweat. It was giving swordsman rival energy and you knew it.

Zoro shifted slightly, cheeks just the faintest bit pink. “I mean… not bad weird. Just weird.”

Usopp peeked out from behind a barrel. “Yeah! Like, one second you look like a cool dude, and the next you're a hot girl, and then you’re just… something else entirely! It’s like—like—brain static!”

You looked down at your current form, which was leaning into gender-neutral grace: lithe, sharp-featured, with a killer jawline and the longest lashes you’d ever conjured.

Then you looked back at Usopp.

“I cause brain static?” you said, smirking.

Usopp made a sputtering noise. “I—I didn’t mean—I mean, maybe! But like, in a cool way!”

You shifted forms again, landing in your soft, femme form—the one with the dewy eyes and curves that made Sanji short-circuit every time.

You turned toward him slowly.

“Sanji~” He was already mid-spin with heart eyes before you finished the first syllable.

“YES, MY LOVE?!”

“…Do you prefer this version of me?”

THUD. Sanji collapsed. Again. Chopper was beginning to consider a “Sanji Nosebleed First Aid Kit” specifically for you.

Luffy wandered over and poked your face. “So wait… when you’re like this, are you still the same you?”

“Yup,” you said easily, shifting again—now back to a masculine build with striking eyes and a lazy smile. “Still me. Always me.”

Luffy tilted his head. “Then how come I feel different when you change?”

You paused. “Different… how?”

He frowned hard. “Like… when you’re the tall guy version, I wanna fight you. But when you’re the pretty one, I wanna give you meat. And when you’re in-between, I just wanna sit next to you.”

There was a silence.

Usopp and Zoro both looked away. Sanji was still unconscious. Chopper looked mildly stressed.

You stretched your arms above your head, cracking your neck. “I think that just means you’re into me, no matter what I look like.”

“OH.” Luffy looked thoughtful. “...Cool.”

You smirked and dropped into a lounging position in a sunbeam. “You guys overthink this way more than I do.”

Zoro groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “You’re too chill about this.”

You looked at him with a raised brow. “Why? You confused too?”

“…No.” “Yes,” Usopp whispered behind him. “Shut up, Usopp.”

Sanji groaned faintly from the deck. “Th-this is too powerful… weaponized attraction…”

You threw your head back and laughed.

“Y’all are lucky I’m nice. I could be so dangerous with this fruit.”

Robin flipped another page in her notes. “You already are.”

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It started during another chill day on the Sunny.

Nami had asked for your help at a merchant island—not because she needed it, but because shopkeepers tended to give you the “we-don’t-know-what’s-happening-but-we-like-it” discount.

You walked beside her in a charming, neutral look—cool, suave, just the right mix of soft and sharp.

She was talking about coral bracelets or something, but then she paused.

“…Wait,” Nami said, blinking at you. “Have you always had that jawline?”

You tilted your head. “Nope. Shifted it like ten minutes ago.”

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Then made a very quiet, very frustrated noise.

“…Do you ever not look attractive?” she muttered, mostly to herself.

You wiggled your eyebrows. “You noticing, Cat Burglar?”

Nami elbowed you in the ribs and stormed off muttering about “stupid sexy shapeshifters.”

Later, Robin walked beside you, arms folded elegantly, and said very softly:

“Do you find it enjoyable, causing identity crises in everyone on board?”

“Immensely,” you said, flipping your hair (which hadn’t been long ten seconds ago). “You feeling the brain static too, Robin?”

She hesitated. Then calmly said, “…I will neither confirm nor deny.”

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You didn’t have long to bask in your power.

Marines.

A small ship spotted yours, then sped toward it—clearly thinking a frontal assault on the Thousand Sunny was a good idea.

“Want me to take care of it?” you asked, already walking to the rail.

“No killing!” Luffy called from the deck.

“No promises,” you called back.

You were in your tall, femme form—long legs, battle-ready, impossibly elegant. You leapt onto the enemy ship mid-sprint.

“Hello boys,” you purred, one hand on your hip. “Need something?”

Half of them froze. The other half tried not to stare.

“We—we are here to apprehend—”

You shifted mid-sentence—taller, broader, a sharp masculine form with rolled-up sleeves and a very punchable smirk.

“Oh,” you said, cracking your knuckles. “You’re here to die.”

BOOM.

The deck exploded into screams and confusion as you pummeled through them—fluid, fast, a one-person hurricane. When one of them tried to run, you shrank into a petite, lithe body, dodging low and then slamming an elbow into his gut with brutal precision.

When the dust settled, you stood atop a pile of groaning Marines, adjusting your collar like it was just another Tuesday.

“Done.”

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Zoro invited you to train with him. That was a first.

You joined him in your most jacked, bulky form—biceps like tree trunks, tank top barely holding on. He eyed you once, nodded in approval, and threw you a sword.

You sparred for a while, clashing blades, sweat flying, both of you grunting in that way that said "respect earned."

Then, just as he swung for your shoulder, you ducked, spun, and shifted—

—into your smallest, most delicate-looking form. Wide eyes, sharp smile. A twirl and a flip over his blade.

Zoro froze. The sword missed you by a mile.

You landed behind him and whispered, “You always this easy to distract?”

He made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a gulp. “Don’t—do that.”

You winked. “What? Scared I’ll win cute too?”

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Later, you were lounging in the crow’s nest when Luffy climbed up beside you.

He flopped down, chin on your thigh like a lazy dog. “Hey.”

“Hey, Captain.”

“…What were you like before the fruit?”

You paused. Shifted forms once. Twice. A third time. Settled somewhere right in the middle.

“Mm,” you said. “Yes.”

Luffy blinked. “…What?”

You smiled. “Exactly.”

He giggled, kicked his legs lazily, and nodded. “Cool.”

You patted his head. He fell asleep ten seconds later.

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You hadn’t expected it.

The Straw Hats were not a subtle crew, but they weren’t exactly known for heart-to-hearts either. Chaos? Absolutely. Fistfights? Daily. Group therapy? That was… new.

It started with a dinner.

You had walked in late—fresh from training, barefoot, a towel over your shoulders, and casually morphing from one body to another to get the stiffness out.

Tall to short. Femme to masc. A soft androgynous blend somewhere in the middle. Your muscles still ached pleasantly.

You sat down, yawned, and said, “Smells good.”

Sanji blushed so hard you worried he might combust.

The table was rowdy as usual—Luffy stuffing meat in his cheeks, Usopp talking with his hands, Nami counting coins, Franky yelling about cola, Brook asking someone to see their panties, Chopper taking notes on your post-training flexibility.

And then Robin—blessedly, elegantly, horrifyingly—spoke up.

“You know we love you, right?”

The table went dead silent.

Your brows raised. “Excuse me?”

Robin smiled faintly, eyes half-lidded. “All of us. In different ways, perhaps—but we do. No matter how you look, no matter what form you’re in.”

“YEAH!!” Luffy shouted around a mouthful of meat. “You’re YOU! That’s what matters!”

Chopper’s hooves flailed. “You’re so cool and strong and kind and funny and—I don’t care what you look like!!”

Nami leaned her chin on her hand. “Honestly, sometimes you’re prettier than me and I hate it—but you’re amazing. I trust you with my life.”

Usopp raised his cup. “I can’t even explain what I feel when I look at you. But it’s definitely… affection. And fear.”

Zoro huffed, arms crossed, eyes slightly averted. “…Tch. Doesn’t matter how you look. You’re a pain in the ass either way.”

“Translation,” Robin added smoothly, “is: Zoro also cares deeply.”

Franky jumped up, doing an exaggerated pose. “YOU’RE SUPERRRR! Doesn’t matter what body, gender, height, or hairstyle—if you’re one of us, you’re one of us! Forever!!”

Brook tilted his skull slightly. “I do not have eyes, but if I did, they would weep with admiration. You are lovely, my friend—no matter how you appear!”

Sanji, dead silent this whole time, stood awkwardly. He looked at you like you’d hung the moon. Slowly, he walked around the table, stopping right beside your seat.

You watched him.

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… I’ve said a lot of dumb stuff. Probably still will. But…”

He crouched beside you, one hand reaching—not to grab, but to rest gently over yours.

“You’re beautiful. All the time. In all the ways. But it’s not about that. I love you because you’re you. You’re strong, and clever, and stupidly good at messing with my head—but you make the Sunny feel more like home.”

You stared at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Sanji…”

He grinned, a little crooked. “You already knew, didn’t you?”

“Yep.”

The whole table groaned.

“You’re the worst,” Nami muttered.

You looked around, heart warm, body soft and relaxed in whatever form it chose. “You guys really mean it?”

Luffy gave you a big thumbs-up. “YEAH! You’re one of us!”

“You’re our crewmate,” Zoro said firmly. “No matter the body.”

Robin nodded. “And always loved.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “So does this mean I don’t have to do chores for a week?”

“NO,” everyone said at once.

You laughed so hard you almost fell off your chair.

Later that night, after the dinner, after the hugs, after the crew had dispersed into their chaotic sleep schedule, you sat at the bow of the Sunny—alone for a moment.

The wind blew through your hair—short, long, curly, straight. You didn’t even notice what form you were in anymore.

You were just… you.

And that was enough.

[cinnbar-bun]

Straw Hats- Reversed AU HCs

AU: In which YOU are the character of a very famous franchise, and they are regular people who are fans of your series.

Note: GN!Reader, crack, very unserious

Luffy

Thinks you’re neat! Super cool!

People think he doesn’t really “get” you and just likes you for your awesome powers and/or cool appearance, but he drops like an innocent yet profound tidbit about you that shows he really is thinking of you.

Honestly probably only has a bootleg figure of you courtesy of Ace. It’s goofy as hell but he adores it.

Maybe has one of those printed graphic tees.

Ace and Sabo joke about his love for you but then Luffy throws his slippers at them.

If he sees anything with you on it, he’s just gushing over it.

Loves finding funny comics with you online.

Zoro

Guy who likes you for your powers.

The same guy who is also a weeb in front of the mirror and tries to replicate your awesome moves.

Help his roommates caught him-

I think he’d get those compression shirts/shorts with you or a symbol of yours for when he works out.

Also the guy who’s working out to your voice like those ASMR videos so he can pretend you’re praising him and congratulating him.

Gets into fights with Sanji about who’s the bigger fan.

I don’t see Zoro as the type to “collect” things, but he’d probably have a keychain of you around his belt or something as a good luck charm.

Might even have an action and poseable figure of you like a Figma.

Nami

Likes you lots, but also recognizes your merch potential.

Works alongside Usopp to produce fan merch or zines for you to make money.

Has a unique piece of jewelry with your symbol/iconography to wear.

She’s not wearing “obvious” for merch, because she just isn’t about that.

Probably has a few very expensive figures of yours that are special edition or anniversary editions that she managed to get at a steep discount.

Reads a bit of fanfic but tends to mostly peruse fanart of you.

Tends to have multiple ships for you- she doesn’t really favor one over the other she just thinks they’re interesting.

Likes to do cosplays of your fits, though. She’s gotten very popular for her lovely cosplays. She tends to handmake most of her cosplays, but Usopp and Franky add to the amazing accessories.

Plays the gacha game for your series, and her amazing luck means she gets practically all your units easily.

Usopp

The artist of the group who has seen and had to do heinous things for a commission.

Unlike the others, he IS making a self insert and HE IS DOING ART AND COMICS WITH YOU AND HIM AS THE MAIN COUPLE!

Has made a name for himself of making doujins and art for you. His store has seen lots of purchases for his doujins.

Nami basically is his account manager and has made him raise commission prices many times in order to pay their rent and so he can realize how valued his work is.

He mostly just posts his work but does like answering questions from fans and posting about how awesome you looked in the new episode.

Always making art and stories from you.

Has done fanfiction for you but it’s mostly with his OC/SI and his artwork tends to be more well-known.

Always does special drawings for your birthday and various holidays.

Plays the gacha and has bad luck so he has to whale for your unit. He insists he prefers just regular console or PC gaming instead of gacha.

Sanji

Number one fan, he WILL get into arguments about you and inject you into everything.

All your figures, all your merch, all of it in one specific room dedicated to you. Sanji even has a lifesize figure of you in a cool/cute pose he religiously cleans (and prays to ngl) every day because AINT NO WAY HIS LOVE IS GOING TO GET A SPECK OF DUST ON THEM!!

His work as a chef makes him busy, but he likes to wear small things of you like a brooch or something on his uniform to cheer him up through the day.

Makes videos cooking things you cooked or dishes you liked within the series.

He sometimes shows off his collection and Zoro calls him a loser and they get into fights in the comments.

Commissions art of you (probably Usopp) to hang up in the (Y/n) room.

I feel like he would do a persona/self-insert but also I feel like he’d be like no!!!! I cannot sully my beloved like that!!! So he focuses on just you.

Blocks people who are fans of you and does not like shipping anyone with you, hell no his mellorine is HIS!!!

Has done fanfic, mostly self-insert, and that’s pretty much all he reads. No ships.

Robin

“Oh, (Y/n)? Yes, they are an interesting character. I like them.”

[1 Million word count fic series, tagged: slow burn, character exploration, heavy angst, found family, Book 4 of 7]

“I just think they’re neat.”

Probably the mother fic writer for you and/or one of your ships.

Doesn’t socialize much online, just tends to post and scroll through the fics for you and answers comments under her fic.

Likes to support her fellow creators so she does look into the art and projects other fans have made.

Does try to create her own aesthetics for her blog and fics, but sometimes she just commissions Usopp to make her things for her fics to fit her vision.

Is really into unique and often abstract or “dark” art of you.

Yes you’re her favorite character, yes she will still make you suffer in her fics and art for the ~development~.

It’s a running gag with her peers where they ask her how she will torture them next.

She finds the Nendoroids of you are quite cute, so she bought one to go on her desk.

Franky

Franky likes making garage set figures of you.

He’s also a bit of a dork, so he will often make you pose with a super sentai outfit or large gundam robots (since they’re also a part of his crafting hobby).

Makes videos showing off the new figures he made of you.

He loves you cuz you’re his hero, you just amaze him!

Printed a photo of the art your creator did where you guys were all dressed like super heroes or something- suuuuppper up his alley and he loved seeing it.

He likes collecting the manga/comics for your series and keeps them on his personal shelf.

Franky also helps Nami/others with specific cosplay accessories. Franky is known for his craftsmanship, so he’s made plenty of cosplay gear for others that are above and beyond.

Him and Usopp have collabed to create the original figures of you that Franky adores.

Does those videos where he takes cheaper/smaller figures of you and adds to the base and design to make it more “epic”.

What the hell is “fanfiction”?

Brook

Goes by the username “Soul King” and uploads his covers of your franchise’s music.

He really loves you though so he’s often rocking your shirts while he’s recording the music.

He does a lot of different genres for your theme covers- jazz, heavy metal, lofi, piano, music box- he’s done em all.

Whenever he’s not recording covers of his music and does streams, he very proudly shows his figure of you and a poster he has hanging up on his wall.

Also plays the gacha game, has pretty good luck but never with your units.

“Wow! 5 Sugo-rares! Who are they- GOD DAMN IT IT’S JUST THE OTHERS!!! RATE UP IS A LIE!!!”

Brook is a menace though and I’m gonna keep that under wraps for various reasons.

Maybe in the future I might explain further.

Jinbei

Jinbei is classy, unlike many of the others here (we will not name names).

He’s more likely to “make” his own merchandise for you.

Handmade doll with a lovingly sewn kimono, for example.

Fancy tea set that is painted with your symbols but it’s so subtle and chic that some of his viewers don’t even realize it’s from some random franchise he likes.

He prides himself on his traditional and handmade crafts and you’re just an avenue to experiment with them.

He likes to design the kimonos and outfits with you in mind and the season. He shows the process of creating it in these calm and quiet BTS videos.

Really they are beautiful and the amount of love and skillmanship put into the work he does is fantastic, it’s awe inspiring.

Does not know what a fanfic, a gacha, or what a “fan edit” is. He’s an old man he’s got things to do, man.

[dissvicious]

Now that its been a while since she met them,

What are the strawhats full opinions on Nina and vice versa? (Apart from Frobin who clearly cares about her and.... whatever the hell sanji was doing)

Thanks for your ask!

Zoro: none of them give a shit about the other. The moment he saw she wasn't a fighter she stopped existing in his mind. They shared a moment of coexistence in Wano before he tossed her to Law but that's pretty much it.

Luffy: He loves her children and her children love him as well! Nina has the biggest respect for him after he took down Gecko Moria. In good old mother fashion she tried to make cookies for him as a thanks but it almost burnt the Victoria back in time.

Sanji: She took his virginity ❤️ so they have a special bond I guess. (She barely remember his name but it was a cure for the nosebleed)

Nami: sapphic sorority ✌️ Nina told her about her breakup with Perona and Nami understood. When she was in her divorced mom era Nina probably vented a lot to her and Nami was probably like "omg sis you were so right for dumping them". Also both of them had to survive in a world of half gods while being powerless and overall pretty weak, and they had to find ways to gain money when they were younger so I think they can share and vent to each other. I think they respect each other deeply.

Robin: I'd say that she's probably Nina's bestie! It's hard to tell because of their respective personalities. They started bonding over gross medical stuff, and I like to think that they stayed pen pals afterwards. Robin probably received pictures of Ozzy and Ziggy after their birth :3

Franky : you're my wife bestie and we did a threesome together, super 😎👍

Usopp: I think Nina SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM and even more when he learned by Zoro that she's perona's ex. Nina doesn't understand why he cries and runs away every time she opens her mouth.

Chopper: Kinda same BUT they bond over medical stuff :3 also Nina think he's adorable. Would protect.

Jimbei: He assisted to her slut era and I think the dad in him was absolutely freaked out, in a genuine worried kind of way. I think he just wanted to tuck her in bed and give her hot cocoa. Nina is still a bit upset that he rejected her advances in her slut era but I think that given time she would feel comfortable and safe by his side.

Brook: he asked to see her panties. She showed him her panties. He went 404 error

Bonus:

In this old panel, when Nina was pregnant with Ozzy, you can see gifts from every strawhat :3 except for jimbei because this happened during the timeskip.

[thelowerdecker]

Luv this new Frankie Art by the original 2D Animator of Finding Frankie! 😍 🐰

Original YT Channel: https://youtube.com/@brendamaryanart?si=j9wl9hqJ1D6b_GdH

[comet-forgot-you]

Do you think you could write more for Max Fox? Smut or fluff or whatever cause there's not many fics of her that I can find on here. :(

yes omg, love love love max.

messes

max fox x reader

summary: baking cookies for max always comes with messes

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, fingering, oral, shower sex

a/n: this was supposed to be just fluff but i feel like im really bad at that 😞 this one honestly doesnt have anything too bad, super soft and fluffy at the beginning i think. do not repost for any reason.

max always got what she wanted from you. whether it be a bouquet of her favorite flowers, or a photoshoot of just you in nothing but a pair of underwear and a button up, she always got what she wanted, you were too much of a sucker for her to say no. tonight was no different. all it took was one quiet ‘please’ and slight pout on her lips for you to say yes.

which brought you to where you were now, stood in the kitchen while max sat on the counter, watching as you skillfully mixed the ingredients for cookies together. it was 2 am and max had woken up craving your chocolate chip cookies, causing her to wake you up to plead for you to make some. the house was quiet, and you assumed everyone was asleep, so you tried your best to stay quiet while making the cookies.

“you’re so nice to me,” she mumbles, swinging her feet. a smile tugs at your lips at her praises.

“only cause i love you,” you mumble. a smile breaks out on her face as she tugs your arm. you let her guide you to stand in front of her and she presses a kiss against your lips.

“you’re so cheesy,” she mutters, pulling back slightly. you roll your eyes playfully, pulling yourself away from her.

“fine, guess i’ll have these for myself then,” you joke, placing the dough on the covered cookie sheet.

“baby no, i was just kidding,” she quickly defends. “please let me have some,” she whines. she knows your threat isnt real, but she’s way too tired, and way too hungry to play around about it.

you place the tray of cookie dough in the oven before making your way to max. “you know im just messing with you, don’t take it too seriously,” you say, gently flicking her forehead. she quickly covers it with her hands.

“ow! why did you hit me? i just wanted some cookies! you’re so mean, i’m literally just a girl.” you roll your eyes at her over reaction, pressing a kiss to her lips to shush her. you reach to her side, scooping a little bit of flour out of the bag without her noticing.

you step away quickly, throwing the flour in her face. her jaw drops, “you didn’t” she mutters.

“i did,” you say proudly. it doesn’t take long before the counters and floors are covered in flour, laughs from the both of you loud enough to wake up the entire house, which is what it does.

“oh my god.” sam’s voice carries surprise and disappointment, and both of you turn to face her, laughs instantly stopping. frankie and duke stand on either side of her. sam’s eyebrows are furrowed, you and max look at each other, then back at them before bursting out into even more laughter.

—

the two of you stood in the shower, rinsing the left over flour off of your bodies. it had taken almost 2 hours, and 3 more flour attacks, for you two to finish cleaning up. the early hours of the morning were finally catching up to you. you wrapped your arms around max’s waist, the warm water cascading down your bodies. her back was flush against your front, your thumb tracing the letters of your names on her hip.

“tired?” she asks in a mumble. you nod against her shoulder, pressing kisses against her neck. she lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your lips against her neck. your hand glides across her wet skin, the sound of shaky breathing and the shower echoing in your head. your hand reaches the heat between her thighs, scissoring your fingers against her folds.

her hips buck into your hand, a needy whine escaping her lips. you circle her clit with two fingers, your teeth sinking into the skin of her neck. you sink your fingers into her cunt, scissoring them ever so slightly. she lets put a quiet moan, grinding against the palm of your hand.

it doesnt take long for her to topple over the edge, her juices coating your fingers as the shower water get colder. you pay no mind to it, pushing her back into the wall and dropping to your knees to lap up the mess between her thighs.

as soon as the two of you are dried off, your lying in bed held in each other’s arms. limbs tangled together as sleep overtakes both of you. neither of you wake up until the early hours of the afternoon, limbs still interlocked with one another.

[dyns33]

Without warning - bonus 2

Frank should be used to mutants by now, with Red, the kid, Deadpool, and his soulmate. And so, their super-romantic first time should go well… Right ?

He'd done everything he could to make it go well.

A lot of work, discussions with Curtis, with Micro, with Karen, even with that fucking Red. After long breathing sessions in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror, and a visit to Maria and the children's grave to explain, Frank felt ready.

Several people had already told him he had the right to be happy. That he could rebuild, be with someone, especially his soulmate, without it meaning he'd forgotten his family.

He had avenged them. He would always love them.

Patient and understanding, Y/N didn't push him to talk about them, but she listened attentively when the subject came up. She asked simple, gentle questions to find out what Maria was like, what the children were like, what they liked.

She never spoke of that day, or what he did afterward. Only the happy moments. She was even the one who insisted on putting their picture in her house.

"They're part of you, Frank. I wish I could have met them."

If he thought they wouldn't be together if she could have met them, it only lasted a moment. Frank had learned not to think about those kinds of scenarios. Rewriting the past was pointless.

By using Pete's name, he had a job now, he could move in with Y/N, they could have a normal life. And when next to that, Frank Castle and Ghost could sometimes teach criminals a lesson together, and with help.

"And without killing."

"… Could we vote on this rule ?"

"No, Mr. Pool. We've talked about it plenty of times."

"But Frankie and I agree that unliving people is also very effective."

"Don't bring me into the discussion."

"Ghostie ? Lil sis ? Two against two, you decide !"

"You don't want me to kill people, Wade."

"Oh, right, that's right. Fuck me for being a great big brother !"

Y/N wasn't that strict. She didn't kill, but if Frank or Wade decided not to follow Daredevil and Spiderman's ways, it wasn't really a problem for her.

The dark, violent part of his life didn't scare her, the tender, romantic part pleased her a lot too, and all that was missing was the middle part, as bestial as it was sweet.

Since Maria's death, he'd kissed Micro's wife and slept with Beth once, but it had hurt every time. Something was missing. Feelings, no doubt. Y/N.

He really wanted everything to be perfect.

The candlelit dinner before, the music, the roses, the big show. Because if he had experience, Y/N had none at all. Not like this.

Before Deadpool took care of her, she'd never had anyone in her life who simply treated her like a human being, and then, between her new, protective big brother with katanas, all the secrets, and her distrust of people, relationships hadn't been easy.

Without ever really looking for her soulmate, maybe she was waiting for Frank.

It was a real joy to see that gleam in her eyes when she walked in to discover the surprise waiting for her. Her smile, just for him, standing by the door to retrieve her coat. Magnificent.

She remained nervous despite everything, because she wasn't used to it. Every time they shared a moment together, like all lovers, she panicked a little, not knowing what she should do.

The most important thing was that she didn't feel obligated to do anything.

"We don't have to do it tonight. If you don't feel ready, if you…"

"Frank," she said, caressing his cheek. "I trust you."

If anyone had told him that a woman so charming, so fragile, so unique, would be made for him, and that she would love him, that she would trust him, he would never have believed it.

So he was going to do everything to be worthy of her. He repeated it to himself as he kissed her, attentive to her every reaction, sighs, moans, trembling skin beneath his hands.

He ran his fingers over her words, "Fuck no," which he would regret for the rest of his life, placing a kiss as if to erase them.

Everything was going perfectly.

A pure moment of ecstasy, of bliss, after sharing everything together. It was like in the stories, that feeling when he touched his soulmate, their bodies becoming one.

It was just a figure of speech, though, and when Frank saw his hands disappear into her chest, he couldn't help but jump.

Y/N immediately forgot the pleasure, looking at him at first with incomprehension as he pulled away, and then she wore the saddest look he'd ever seen.

She disappeared before he could say a word.

Even though they knew everything about each other, sometimes that wasn't enough to predict everything. Like the fact that despite years of practice, Ghost could forget how to control her powers when she experienced an orgasm.

After several hours of talking alone in the apartment, hoping she was there, invisible but listening, and then trying to reach her by phone in vain, Frank went looking for her.

Not finding her at Al's, and after checking that Team Red wasn't out that evening, he went to Saint Margaret's. When he asked if he'd seen Y/N, Wade Wilson immediately reacted negatively, asking him what he'd done now, and if he should cut his balls off.

Without going into details, Frank explained the situation, and even though he showed his displeasure that his dear little sister had been injured by the Punisher, he calmed down a bit.

"You do one thing right, and the next moment you screw up like crazy. But nothing that terrible. Y/N probably needs some time to accept that she disgusts you."

"She doesn't disgust me at all !"

"We've been told for a long time that we're freaks, that's alright. But you're nice, Frankie. You're going to apologize. She loves you too much to stay mad, so everything will end well, even if you sleep on the couch for a while."

"I didn't think she was a freak at all ! I… I was surprised."

"Honestly, that's fine with me. I don't really like imagining you with her, it makes me want to murder someone. I'm not killing you only because I promised DD and Spidey, and even if you're not smart, you still make Y/N happy most of the time."

His only advice was to wait. She would come back.

Frank didn't listen, even though Wade was probably right, and he continued searching for her in the city streets until the sun began to appear.

When he collapsed on the sofa, he sighed at the table where the candles were now extinguished, the rose petals already beginning to wilt, along with the memory of what had been another good evening. He only got up to pick up the bottle of wine, returning to his seat to drain it in one gulp.

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Not Max, who was asleep in his basket. Slowly, he placed the bottle on the sofa, never taking his eyes off Y/N. As if that would prevent her from disappearing again from the armchair opposite him.

She had cried, it was obvious, and now she wore a neutral, almost dead expression. Maybe he should have let Wilson cut off his balls, he kind of deserved it.

"You're not a freak." he murmured.

"What would you say if I told you I sometimes enter you without permission, to curl up next to your heart, surrounded by your entire being and lulled by your sounds ?"

"… If it pleases you, although I'd prefer to have you in my arms. I can't see you if you're totally inside."

A silence passed for what seemed like an eternity, which Y/N ​​broke with a giggle, before bursting into laughter.

"Hmm. You don't do that at all, uh ?"

"No." she sneered. "I could, but it would be creepy. And I love your hugs so much."

"I'm sorry. I panicked, I didn't think, I…"

"Shh. It's not anyone's fault. I didn't think this was coming either, and I shouldn't have left like that. I'll control myself better next time."

But Frank cursed, shaking his head, not at all satisfied with this answer. He went to kneel in front of Y/N, taking her hand.

"Show me."

"… Are you sure ?"

"Yeah. Show me."

It was weird, he wasn't going to deny it, watching his hand disappear into hers, then hers disappear as well, until he couldn't tell which hand he was seeing, but it didn't hurt. He liked it when their fingers simply intertwined, but if that was a sign that she was relaxed, then it was no problem.

"I don't think we finished last night." she whispered shyly, not looking at him.

"We don't have to now."

"Oh. If you don't want to…"

Frank didn't let her finish, his mouth crashing against hers as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, Wade's words echoing in his head. There was no way he was staying on the couch while she thought he didn't want her.

Because she was the only thing he wanted right now. So this time, when her body swallowed the parts that touched her or were inside her, he could say that everything was more than perfect.

[porcelainleviathan]

My finding frankie S/I Cash rabbit!!

Fun Facts:

-his rabbit ears work

-Hes trans (he/him)

-he is a little sassy bastard adrenaline junkie.

-Hes very much a simp who adores frankies attention.

[seriouslycromulent]

Now That I've Binged All of Mid-Century Modern ...

... here are just a few of my thoughts on the show.

Warning: Below, be spoilers! If you haven't finished the 10-episode season, please keep scrolling by. If you have watched all of it, then by all means, feel free to agree or argue with me in the comments.

Now on to my blatherings:

Here on Tumblr, we need an acronym or abbreviation for this series to use as a tag. Because if we put it under the #midcenturymodern or the #mid-centurymodern tag, we'll have to weed through all the posts about interior decor and Googie architecture. Not that I don't love Googie architecture. Might I suggest #midcmod. Although, I guess we can also use #desertqueens. I'm open to recommendations.

I love how quickly the actors on the series seemed to find their characters. Most new series take at least 3 or 4 episodes before the actors get comfortable in their characters and truly feel like they know who that person is (you can tell because it often shows in their performances). But with this cast, they pretty much found it after the 1st episode. Kudos!

God, I'm going to miss Linda Lavin. 😔 She was such a great balance to the cast. Not just in the form of estrogen or age, but in the form of perspective. Like in ep. 6 ("Maid Serviced"), where she checked the guys about hiring a housekeeper for his looks and not for his ability to do the job, I appreciated it when she said something to the effect: "At my age, you have to fight to be seen. And I'm not going to fight to be seen in my own house." Respect. You go, Mama!

At first, I wasn't really feeling Pamela Adlon as Nathan Lane's sister, Mindy, because I thought she was too young to play his sis. But it turns out she's only about 10 yrs younger, so it's not that weird at all. Plus, the more we saw them together, the more I liked them as a duo. Especially when he put her in a headlock in ep. 8 ("Sour Pickleball"). 😏

I saw some people here on Tumblr bristle at the portrayal of Jerry (played by Matt Bomer) as the dumb, handsome one. But I kind of love this for him. Bomer is usually pretty serious or sarcastic in most of the roles he's known for, so seeing him kind of play against type is a bit refreshing. And it's clear that his "stupidity" comes more so from being sheltered in his Mormon/ultra-conservative upbringing than from simply being not very bright. I say let him cook.

My favorite episode of the 10 so far was the one where they go to Fire Island. I think it's ep. 5 ("Hello, Fisty's"). I appreciated how that episode subverted our expectations. Instead of the guys enjoying an evening of sensual debauchery, they got to share a part of themselves that reflected the person underneath the façade. A sexual interaction was replaced with a heartfelt one. 🫂

I know it shouldn't have been as funny as it was, but when Mindy made Jerry cry at pickleball in ep. 8, I literally laughed out loud. I don't know what it was -- it could've been how Bomer chose to play the scene -- but that moment was absolutely hilarious. Again, I can see how this role is allowing us to see Bomer's skill at comedy a lot better than anything we've seen him do in the past.

Speaking of comedy, call me a filthy foul-mouthed radical, but I appreciate how the show doesn't tiptoe around swearing or sexual interactions. I'm sure some folks at home will be clutching their pearls when they hear the first f-bomb dropped on the series. And don't get me started when they openly brought up pegging like it was nothing. But I like that it's a series clearly intended for mature audiences in every sense of the word. In that respect, it reminds a little of Grace and Frankie.

I hope if we get more seasons where we get to see more guest stars that we know the cast has worked with in the past. I loved seeing Judd Hirsch, Rhea Perlman, Richard Kind, and Jesse Tyler Ferguson on the show. If they get another season, I can only imagine how many people will jump at the chance to guest star.

I pretty much knew I would like this series when I saw that James Burrows was an executive producer and director on the show. I don't think I've ever watched a TV series with his name attached where I didn't like it.

With that said, the one running theme/joke that I'm not a fan of is the mini-dance breaks the guys do every now and then. It was kind of cute in the pilot episode, but every time after that, I would kind of watch through my fingers. 🫣 Now, I don't have anything against characters dancing in TV shows or film, but far too often ... well ... they just aren't very good and I often wish they wouldn't. I know that seems bitchy, because everyone should be allowed to dance if they feel like it. And it's totally realistic that this group would dance around their own home if the spirit moves them. But ... they really aren't very good and I find myself desperately wanting them to be better so I don't have to cover my eyes. All of them have lovely singing voices. And of course, they're fantastic actors. But as dancers ... um, yeah 😬. Well, they're certainly dispelling the stereotype that all gay men can dance.

So now that I've nitpicked about the one thing I don't like about the show, let me share my thoughts on ep. 9. ("Here's to You, Mrs. Schneiderman"). I was really shocked that the writers included Lavin's death in the show in the first season. I'm sure they probably had to, but instead of just easing into it, they really faced it head on and I respect that a lot. And can we give it up to Nathan Lane for his performance in that episode? 👏🏽 He was genuinely heartbreaking to watch and he played every beat so brilliantly. I knew Lavin passed before the show could air, but I just assumed that she died after they had finished filming, and they were likely going to address it if they got a second season. So the shock that hit me when they dedicated an entire episode to her in the first season was 🤯. It was so wonderfully written and genuinely moving that it just made me adore the show even more. Certainly this episode is more sad and sentimental than the other episodes, but it was not without the right dose of humor at just the perfect moments to make it match the tone of the series. God, I'm going to miss her. 😔

Final thoughts:

Even though it's just a 30-min sitcom, I can't reiterate how much I think the show gave us the laugh so many of us need right now with everything else going on in the world. I know some folks feel like the world has stopped or should be stopping and every day should be about focusing on fighting the power and death to tyranny and all that.

But I know my anxiety and overall psyche appreciates a break from the constant fear of dread, doom, and despair that permeates my thoughts every day. A laugh, a harmless distraction, a moment to remind us of our collective humanity is very much appreciated right now -- at least by me.

Also, I can't speak for anyone else, but I like sitcoms that deliver laughs while also delivering a reflection of our flaws, quirks, and humanity back at us. And by the time you reach the 5th episode, I think the writers had clearly found that sweet spot where comedy, pathos and heart intersect. And I couldn't be more grateful. 🫶🏽

[huntersselfshipocean]

gay.(Reblogs and fanart HIGHLY Encouraged!)

[freaky-always]

i cant find my old intro post

hello! it seems you have found my blog. i'm sorry about that.

im nate or frankie or mikey or literally any masculine name idgaf

he/they

demiboy + abrosexual

this is my pronouns page: https://en.pronouns.page/@nutella-lover

interests:

music: fall out boy, mcr, panic! at the disco (only like 5 of their songs tbh), chappell roan, conan gray, pitbull (only bc his lyrics make no sense), & fox szn (he counts) shows: alien stage & voltron: legendary defender books: keeper of the lost cities, red white & royal blue, & the pandava quintet. there may be others that i have forgotten. ships: klance, kam, ivantill, olicity, petekey, isaiam (ask me about them pls)

places i can be found:

this google doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pNW68S63iQo-oD5zkWWwkbyKNJ7n7dfVhIYM_xOy8-E/edit?tab=t.0 discord: freakyalways_13508 spacehey: nutella_l0ver (if you go there MENTION NOTHING ABOUT WHAT I'VE SAID ON TUMBLR) pinterest: cloggedvendingmachine spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/315agl3nnfowwemi2lubdrrgdnnm?si=1675ae255c834660

yeah i think thats it bye

[magpiepills]

Girl Scout Cookie HCs

Joel: Can’t believe these things are six dollars a box now. Always buys a box from the kids he sees outside the grocery store. When Sarah was a Girl Scout he took the order form to work and left it in the site trailer. He doesn’t want to think about how much money he’s spent on cookies in the last 20 years, but he thinks it’s worth it.

Frankie: Thin Mint fiend. Always buys them from the kids in his family, but if he runs out he will go drive around and look for a cookie booth. Will accept Samoas if they’re out of Thin Mints.

Pena: Buys Thin Mints and doesn’t share them. Keeps them next to his bottle of whiskey in his liquor cabinet. He buys two each of the other varieties and keeps them around to offer the women he sleeps with as an after sex snack. They like that.

Ezra: He will eat anything you’ve got, but he has a strong preference for Tagalongs. Doesn’t know why anyone would pick Do-si -dos over them. Doesn’t like to share. Always buys five boxes and plans to save them but then eats them within three days.

Dave: Buys Thin Mints from whoever leaves an order form in the break room. Keeps them at work. Takes home a few boxes for Molly and Alice, and not the Toffeetastics that Carol insists on.

Marcus P: Buys a box of Trefoils and eats them while he watches tv. Likes them with stouts. Donates 5 boxes to Operation Cookie.

Dieter: Buys out the entire stock of cookies that the troop outside his dispensary has. Smokes Girl Scout Cookies and eats two boxes of Samoas in one go.

Din: Buys three boxes of Do-si-dos. One for now, one for later, and one for emergencies. Eats them all in the middle of the night within a week. Prefers them over Tagalongs because he doesn’t like getting chocolate on his gloves.

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James being a spy for The Order, Agent Eclipse I think would be a good name, called to be a simple family man to gain info on the terrorist organization called the Death Eaters. One of their highest benefactors has a son enrolled in a highly prodigious school, but is very closed off and doesn't go to many events outside of ones held by the school.

So he finds and adopts Harry, who's a silly little telepath and gets attached too easily to the man that bought him peanuts and has so many fun gadgets to mess around with and he thinks being a spy is so cool he wants to be one to and help his new da save the world.

Regulus works at City Hall for some cover reason, but also works part time for an assassin company that has the front of a bookshop and after one of his missions he has to get his outfit mended, only to run into James, have that classic meet cute that gets immediately crushed by Harry running up, only for it to immediately back in business because Harry is going to have another parent one way or another damnit!!

Peter is like the Franky equivalent. He doesn't want to be here, but he is anyway.

Sirius works for the DE, but only because he's doing what he thinks is best for his brother (they don't have the weird yuri and yor sis-con dynamic, instead Sirius is just super protective over him and is PISSED when he finds out that his brother got eloped to some rando he's never even met????)

Remus is also a spy for The Order, and is usually tasked with James, and when Sirius and he first meet Sirius immediately jumps to the worst conclusions that James is cheating on his brother and it's v much a one sided enemies to lovers. Remus is very confused on why this hot man hates him.