#god I don’t know why I’m tagging this

[ghostsangel]

Could I request being friends with Ghost (who's desperately in love with you) and admitting to him one night that you don't think anyone would ever love you? If reader is plus size that would be amazing! Thank you 😊

oh my god this is adorable!!! sorry if this is too short or it sucks. totally felt like writer’s block.

simon “ghost” riley x fem!plus-size reader

tags/warnings: a lil internalized fatphobia, smitten ghost, this is legit fluff bro, a bit of angst if you squint

You’re so tired of being alone.

It sounds stupid, but you’ve never had a boyfriend. Never been kissed or had sex or even held hands with a guy. A big part of you feels like it’s because you’ve got a bit more meat on your bones—apron belly, saggy boobs, thick thighs. How would you expect anyone to love those parts of yourself when you barely do yourself?

“You alright?” Simon’s voice tugs you out of your thoughts.

You blink and look at him, forcing your lips to tug up into a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinkin’.”

“About?” He takes a sip of his beer, leaning back against your couch.

You’ve been friends with Simon for a couple of years. You met through mutual acquaintances, and found he’s really fun to hang out with. Caring, a bit goofy when he’s drunk, protective. In truth, you’ve developed a bit of a crush on him. But, surely, someone who looks like Simon….yeah, you’re out of his league.

You shrug, crossing your arms in front of your belly and leaning back on the couch. “Things.”

Simon raises his brows. “Things,” he repeats. “Come on, tell me. We’ve been friends for a long time, doll.”

His eyes pierce through you, and you can’t help the heat that rises to your face. Averting your gaze, you rub your thighs together, shaking your head. “It’s stupid.”

Simon grunts and sets his beer down, moving to sit next to you on the couch. He turns your head to face him, fingers on your chin. A prickly subject for you—your double chin makes you so self-conscious, you could cry.

“C’mon, nothin’ you say could be stupid,” he reassures you, releasing your chin.

You’re silent for a moment before you sigh. “Just thinkin’ about me. And how I’ve never been loved, and probably never will be.”

Simon blinks at you, brows drawing together. “And why do you think that?”

You look at him incredulously, your hands gesturing to your body. “Because I look like…this. I’m fat. And guys don’t—”

“Shut it,” Simon says, tilting your head up by your chin. There’s a look in his eyes, one you’ve never seen before. “You’re bloody beautiful, doll. Your body makes men like me weak, and it drives me crazy.” He leans in, and your breath hitches in your throat. “Ever since I met you, you’re all I fuckin’ think about. Think I’ve loved you since that first day.”

Your heart stops, and your brain scrambles as you try to reply. “I—what? You…what?”

Simon laughs softly, his fingers moving to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to worry about anyone not loving you, sweetheart. I already do. Been crazy about you since we met.”

“Really?” You breathe out, meeting his eyes. “You’re not just lyin’ to me or makin’ fun of me or—”

Simon shuts you up with a kiss, his lips pressing against yours slowly. You kiss him back, clumsily, not sure what to do. You just follow his lead, letting him take control. The kiss causes heat to run down your spine and you pull back after a moment.

“I’ve never…” You trail off, meeting his eyes.

“I know. Don’t worry, love. I’ll be all your firsts if you let me.”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Moments Posts - Xavier

Random posts on the TL w/ boyfriend Xavier

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lumiere.who: Why don't we rewrite the stars? 💫

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misshuntermc: say you were made to be mine

↳ lumiere.who: nothing could keep us apart ↳ nene.nero: praying on your downfall

talkthat_tara: she looks like a fine ass substitute

↳ liiisa_: I’d be in class early 🤓☝🏼 ↳ lumiere.who: I’m sitting front row

imjenna: @/nene.nero why are you so negative?

↳ talkthat_tara: right they have ONE hater it’s only Nero ↳ misshuntermc: hes really a fan�� ↳ liiisa_: that part^^ don’t let him fool you

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liiisa_: it’s giving princess somebody get this bitch a tiara

↳ misshuntermc: 🥰🥰 ↳ lumiere.who: She’ll be wearing one when I marry her ↳ talkthat_tara: is that a proposal 👀 ↳ liiisa_: AHHHHHH

imjenna: hair routine when??

↳ nene.nero: no seriously her hair is always so luscious ↳ misshuntermc: is that a compliment from Nero? ↳ nene.nero: I take it back ↳ misshuntermc: I already took a screenshot ↳ nene.nero: DELETE IT ↳ misshuntermc: NEVER

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misshuntermc: she threatened to stab Xavier when he tried to help IM HOLLERING

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liiisa_ replied to private story: She’s doing Gods work tell her to keep it up 🫡

lumiere.who replied to private story: I only offered to cut the peppers 😒

talkthat_tara replied to private story: I feared for our lives and our stomachs in that moment 😮‍💨

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misshuntermc: you won every single game….

↳ talkthat_tara: Right hand on the Bible THAT MF WAS CHEATING ! ↳ lumiere.who: I told you I’d let you win one ↳ misshuntermc: you would???? LET ME???? 🥴

whosjeremiah: why wasn’t I invited ?

↳ lumiere.who: because I was trying to forget you exist ↳ misshuntermc: Xav stop being mean Jeremiah you can come to the next one ↳ lumiere.who: no he cannot

liiisa_: we’re having another one as soon as I get back in town bitches NO BOYS

↳ misshuntermc: @/lumiere.who looks like you get to have a boys night with Jeremiah ↳ lumiere.who: I’d rather cut the grass with scissors

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lumiere.who: That nap hit harder than Gojo hit Miguel

↳ liiisa_: ayo ☠️

imjenna: you sure he wasn’t in a coma

↳ misshuntermc: you know...... he might’ve been

whosjeremiah: MC when you wanna hang out with someone who won’t fall asleep on you lmk

↳ lumiere.who: Check your walls ↳ whosjeremiah: I was just playin ↳ talkthat_tara: somebody go check on Jeremiah I fear he might be taking a permanent nap

[holylulusworld]

Bad day at work (2)

Summary: It’s a bad day at the office.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

Warnings: short reader, enemies to…, language

Catch up here: Bad day at work

“Nothing will happen, Mr…” You glance at the name tag on his shirt. “Jensen.” He glares at you while you cross your arms over your chest. Jensen purses his lips, ready to defend his colleagues. He’s just done hearing everyone complain because they are too stupid to switch their computer off and on.

“If I recall right, your job is to take care of the IT in this company. I called, asking for help only for the guy answering the phone to get cheeky. He ate and chewed loudly. I told him that switching my laptop on and off won’t help because the new software causes the problem.”

“I don’t think any of my colleagues would do such a thing!” He argues, making you furious. It’s one of Jensen’s rules to not eat or drink at your desk. Everyone knows the rule and follows it.

“He hung up on me! I can easily find out who was the one and get them fired. I don’t care if it was you or one of your buddies. I had an awful week, and today wasn’t better. All I was asking for was help. That’s your job!”

“Maybe you were aggressive and loud!” He steps closer, into your personal space. His chest almost touches yours as he defends his colleagues.

“I simply told him that switching off and on won’t solve my problem! He was unprofessional from the beginning. You can’t eat while taking a call. It’s impolite and immature.”

Jensen huffs. “Fine, fine!” He pushes his glasses back up his nose. “I’ll check who was on the phone and talk to them. I still don’t believe he did what he did, but I’m not unreasonable.”

“Neither am I,” you snap at him. “I was stressed, and maybe my tone wasn’t nice, but I tried to stay professional.”

He doesn’t believe you but takes your complaint seriously. “Wait here. I’ll check who answered your call.”

You grab your laptop and the remnants of your mouse. “I still need help with my laptop. Where is everyone? Why is no one here to do their job?” You look around the empty open-plan office. There is no one around but Jensen.

Jensen walks off, ignoring that you follow him. He’s already pissed and doesn’t need any more stress. “Brock! God! Charlie?” He calls, but no one answers. “Where is everyone?” He pokes his head into the break room, only to find Charlie and God in a battle over the last chocolate bar.

“Hey, boss!” Charlie grins as she wins the chocolate bar. “What’s up?” The redhead grins from ear to ear. “We took our break.”

“Who answered the last call?” Jensen sighs. Great. Now you saw two of his colleagues play rock, paper, scissors for a chocolate bar.

“Brock,” God grunts. He longingly looks at the chocolate bar. “You cheated.” He accuses and snatches the chocolate bar out of Charlie’s hands.

“HEY! I won it!”

“Guys, where is Brock?” Jensen runs one hand down his face. Charlie and God just proved you right. None of them seems to take their job seriously.

“Smoking.” Charlie snatches the chocolate bar out of God’s hand right when he wants to eat it.

“Great, none of you seems to work here.” You roll your eyes. “You know what? Forget about my problem. I’ll call my boss and tell him that I need a new laptop because the whole IT crowd couldn’t help me because they are busy eating chocolate bars and playing silly games.”

You twirl around and storm off. Wasting more time on them is not in your plans. Maybe you can fix the problem yourself. You’re not an IT due but know your way around a computer.

“WAIT!” Jensen easily catches up with you. Fucking long legs. “I can take care of your problem.” He walks next to you. “Listen, you caught me off guard. I’m very protective of my team. If Brock fucked things up, he’s in trouble. I’m his supervisor.”

“I thought you wanted to show me what happens when someone messes with the IT crowd,” you joke. “You know, so far no one has ever threatened me at my workplace.”

Jensen grins. He takes the laptop out of your hands and asks you to follow him to his desk. “I’ll fix your hard drive problems,” he dips his head to look at you. “And maybe I’ll help you deep clean it too.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Can I request from the Taylor Swift Prompts

38) drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

For Mitch Keller

And just incase you’re not feeling that one I also included

3) wanna see what’s under that attitude

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @watermeezer @queenslandlover-93

Companion piece to:

The One That Got Away - Mitch has been thinking about you.

Love Song - Mitch doesn't expect to see you in his bar after all this time.

Clean - Mitch asks you why you're back in town.

Home - Mitch gets an answer to his question.

Sunshine (NSFW) - You've always been the sunshine in Mitch's life.

When Mitch is with you he doesn’t remember why ever needed drugs, not when he’s got his own filthy cowgirl riding him like she’s on a fucking Bronco.

One of the girls he used to run with had made a play for him tonight, kissed him right across the bar and you’d almost smashed her head through the jukebox. The only thing that stopped you was him, hurling you into the back room and before he knew it, he was on flat on his back that sweet pussy gripping every inch of him as he held on for dear life.

“Fuck sunshine.” He hollers at the top of his voice because when you screw him like this, he loses every single sensibility he’s ever fucking had. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Say my name baby.” You tell him, your palm coming to rest on his throat, squeezing just enough to make him feel like fucking stars are about to shoot out of his dick. “I want her to know that I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

“Sunny.” He yells, his head tipping back into the cushions, his fists gripping the light fabric of your summer dress. “Fuck Sunny, fuck!”

The climax hits him like a freight train, the ecstasy hurtling through his synapses setting every single one of his nerve endings ablaze as he comes in white hot streaks that paint your insides with his essence. You keep him pinned there underneath you, milking every last drop of him until he’s breathless and overstimulated.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about you know?” He tells you in the aftermath as he pulls up his jeans. “She was nothing to me back then and she’s nothing to me now.”

“I know,” You say lighting up a cigarette as you sit as pretty as a Georgia peach on that worn out leather couch. “I just wanted to make sure she knows.”

“Honey.” He laughs as he picks up his cap and sets it back on his head. “I think all of God damn Tulsa knows after the shit we just did.”

“Good.” You say with that ferocious little smile of yours as you blow out a ring of smoke. “Because that was exactly my point.”

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[countrymusiclover]

8 - Life Used to be Simple

Part 9

A Wolf Among Dragons

Tag list ( just ask to be added ) @tallrock35 @kmc1989 @starkleila @noirrose21-blog @lover-of-books-and-tea @immyowndefender @iamavailablesstuff @plaguecourier

My boots clicked against the heavy marble stone as I walked alongside the young dragon prince Aemond. Normally I felt some comfort around the young man but now it felt differently. I felt like someone was pushing down on my stomach making it hard to breathe now when I’m around him.

“My lady, we've been strolling for nearly an hour and you’ve not spoken a word. Must I assume you don’t wish to stroll with me.” He broke the uncomfortable silence that could be felt between us.

Tucking some hair behind my ear I kept my gaze trained forward as we kept moving. “I must confess I am rather tired, my prince.”

“We can stop and rest if you wish.” He commented back at me.

Shaking my head I wished he would understand that I wasn’t comfortable around him. Halting in my tracks I huffed, dropping my shoulders heavily. “I wish to retire to my chambers now.” I quickly spun on my heels in a hastened manner to leave yet he managed to snag my wrist in one of his hands keeping me from doing so.

“Lehna, wait.”

I attempt to yank my wrist from his grasp but he holds a slightly tight grip. “Aemond - I. Please let me go please.”

“You’re acting cold to me and I want to know why. Have I done something to offend you?” His voice was filled with care I could tell. I just couldn’t bring myself to be honest with him like I had always been.

No matter how much I despised being in a marriage with Daemon I had no real way out of it. We were wed under the eyes of the Gods and nothing would change that.

Rolling my eyes I tried a second time to break free from the princes hold on me. “You’ve done nothing to upset me, my prince. I am really just needing to retire for the day. Now please let me go - urgh!”

“Stop lying to me, Lehna.” Aemond snapped back at me.

Throwing my freehand up in the air I was surprised he was able to notice. “How do you know I’m lying? You know nothing about me.”

“You’ve never lied to me before so I must assume that you’re lying when your voice gets a higher pitch to it.” He enfired with the slight raise of his eyebrows. He was much more clever at figuring things out then his older brother Aegon, which was very obvious in the short conversations I’d shared with the second born prince.

“You don’t deserve to know anything about me - it’s improper since I have already been wed off.” I sharply growled back with bared teeth.

Aemond gently kept a hold on my wrist speaking quietly with a shrug of his shoulders. “I do know some things. Not enough to build a life together but I suppose I must find a way inside your head if you won’t let me in on your own accord.”

“I’m done having this conversation with you.” I shoved him as much as I could, finally managing to free myself from his grasp. Sadly I only took two short steps forward before I felt arms wrapping around my waist and I was spun around before my nose brushed against his. “Ahh! A - Aemond.”

“Tell me you feel nothing for me and I will walk away.” He takes a step closer, nearly closing the entire gap between our bodies. He tilted my chin up with his freehand making me meet his gaze. He leans forward barely keeping his lips from mine.

“I only have feelings for my lord husband.” I gulped trying to come up with the right words to say to him.

Aemond narrowed his one good eye on me. “You’re lying. I know you don’t care for him.”

“I have no feelings for my husband so I must have feelings for you. Pfft that’s the most ridiculous defense I’ve ever heard.”

The young prince runs his thumb over the side of my face, a gentle manner compared to the rough side he usually showed everyone else around the court. “If you had no feelings for me you would’ve already come out and said it. You’re denying the question so I know you are lying.”

“You can spat off whatever you want, Aemond. It still doesn’t mean shit if it’s not true!”

“So you're saying you feel absolutely nothing when I do this.”

Knitting my brows together I didn’t understand what he meant by that until he pressed his lips passionately down onto mine. “Aemond, what are you meaning by-“

He tugged my flesh against his chest making me yank my wrist from his grasp, leaving my arms to have the ability to move freely. Resting my hands on his chest our eyes met when he rested his forehead against mine before harshly kissing me again. Leaning up on my toes I yanked the collar of his tunic bringing him forward deepening the kiss.

In an instant it was like a million flames were spreading through my entire body. An unknown fire or desire whatever you wish to call it. Certainly it was never something I had felt when I was forced to kiss Daemon.

Experience in the act may impress some ladies. But I’d rather chase this unchecked feeling.

Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck I broke the kiss reconnecting our lips in a fiery kiss. Aemond moaned into the kiss till we finally broke it needing to catch our breath unfortunately. “Lehna-“

“Don’t speak - just.” I leaned back on my toes, raising my hands up to hold his face in my hands. Scanning my eyes over the eye patch and scar on his lost eye. I wished things were easier then this, cause I knew I had to push him away. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just can’t.”

Aemond called my name yet didn’t try to reach out and physically stop me this time. This time he simply watched me and my gown skirts disappear from his view once I rounded one of the large pillars entering the castle. “Lehna!”

Zooming through the castle hallways of the Red Keep and I didn’t stop till I reached Helaena’s bedchamber. Kicking opened the door with my foot the doors slammed against the wall and I shrieked, covering my eyes at the sight before me. “Laena - seven hells!”

“How dare you come in unannounced before the future king!” Aegon sharply took a step backwards from his position about to kiss his sister Helaena until I walked in and interrupted them.

I gulped nervously remembering this was common for the dragon family even if it wasn’t common for my direwolf family. “I’m sorry, my prince.”

“Tell your friend to knock next time, Helaena.” Aegon stomped past me slamming the door behind him after he had exited.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt - uh whatever that was.” I nervously spoke, finally meeting my friend’s gaze.

Helaena clasped her hands together crossing the room to be nearby. “He came in and told me our mother was planning on making us marry when the time comes after our father has passed. I am actually grateful you interrupted us. I didn’t wish to kiss him.”

“Maybe the Targaryen tradition will get broken for you.” I touched her shoulder gently and she sent me a smile before I told her the reason I had come inside her room so abruptly. “Laena, I have a favor to ask of you as my only friend.”

She takes my hands in her own. “What is it?”

“I need you to take me on your dragon somewhere out of King's Landing. I need to see someone I’ve heard rumors about throughout the castle.”

“Dreamfyre. Who must you need to see so desperately?” She asked me in a softly toned voice.

Blinking through some tears by mentioning his name I did my best to not think about Daemon at that moment. “I need to see the girl that was originally supposed to marry Daemon until my father sent in my name to your father. I need you to take me to see Rhea Royce.”

“I’ve never been out of the keep, Lehna.” Helaena nervously muttered showing me she was slightly worried.

Intertwining my hands with hers I sent her a half smile hoping she believed that I needed her help with this. I needed to talk with someone who got out of marrying the man I was wed to. “Helaena, please help me. I need to go talk with her and you’re the only person I trust to ask this favor of.”

Finally to my relief the princess nodded her head yes in agreement.

Hopefully she had some advice to give me.

I needed advice on whether or not I should ignore my feelings for the young prince or deny what I was feeling for the rest of my life.

[adverbally]

Sway Through the Crowd to an Empty Space

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “clothes on” | wc: 1,347 | rated: M | cw: none | tags: in public (alley behind the club), outdoors, making out, dry humping, teasing, not very smutty actually but they’re on their way there | background buckingham, drinking mention | title from “Let’s Dance” by David Bowie

———

Steve knows exactly what Eddie’s planning when he asks Steve to follow him into the alley behind the club. They’re both sweating a little, packed into the small space with too many other people, and they’ve been dancing for what feels like an eternity. Eddie spent the whole last song with his hands on Steve’s hips, looking at him like he wanted to eat him alive, and Steve wanted to let him.

He was about to invite Eddie into the bathroom with him when Eddie leaned in and shouted over the music, “I’m gonna go outside for a cigarette. Wanna come?”

And now Steve is pushed up against the dirty brick behind the dumpster with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth and his hands sneaking beneath the hem of his shirt, cigarettes long forgotten.

Eddie’s warm, draped all along the length of Steve’s body like a heated blanket, but it’s not enough to block out the chill of the late fall evening. Their cold noses bump against their flushed cheeks, and Eddie lets out an honest-to-god yelp when Steve’s hands come up to his jaw as their kisses deepen.

“Jesus Christ! Why are you so cold?”

“I’m waiting for you to warm me up,” Steve tells him with a suggestive smile.

Eddie frowns. “This isn’t going to be very sexy if you get frostbite and lose all your fingers.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin.” Steve drops his mouth to Eddie’s neck to rewarm the spot where his hand had been. Just to be safe, Steve makes sure to suck hard enough to bruise. Bringing more blood to the surface will help them stay warm, right?

It’s enough to make Eddie’s hips jolt, rubbing his erection against Steve’s hip through two layers of denim. “Please don’t talk about Robin during sex,” he groans into the empty alley.

Steve pulls back to look at him in disbelief. “Baby, it’s literally freezing out here. How are we supposed to have sex if my dick is turning into an icicle?”

“Oh, is that why it’s so hard?” Eddie’s smile is adorably crooked, but his eyes are like fire beneath the shadow cast by his bangs. He sways back into Steve’s space to kiss him again, swallowing his gasp when their clothed cocks meet. “Let me fix that for you,” he says against Steve’s lips.

It takes all of Steve’s willpower to press his palms to Eddie’s chest and gently nudge him back a step. “What’s your plan here? Because I have a feeling that it will involve me coming in my pants and going back inside to be wet and sticky for at least another hour before we can leave and drop off Robin and Chrissy. And don’t say,” he points aggressively when Eddie opens his mouth, “that you’ll clean me up, or that you’ll just let me come in your mouth, because you already made me too aware of the possibility of getting frostbite and these pants are closed for business.”

“What if,” Eddie muses, holding himself up with a hand against the wall next to Steve’s head, “I make you come in your pants and we can make up a spilled drink emergency to convince Robin and Chrissy we have to leave early?”

“Or we jump to the fake emergency so we can go home early and have warm, comfortable sex in our bed instead of this disgusting alley?” Steve smooths his hands over the lapels of Eddie’s leather jacket.

Eddie narrows his eyes thoughtfully. “Compromise? Ten minutes of making out in this disgusting alley and then we can leave?”

“Five minutes. Just ‘cause I think you’d be really sad if my dick fell off,” Steve says with a sympathetic pout.

“Mmmm, I would be,” Eddie agrees reluctantly, with a fond glance down at the straining fly of Steve’s jeans. “Five minutes it is.”

Steve doesn’t waste any time pulling Eddie closer by the collar of his t-shirt and devouring his mouth. Now that they’ve put a time limit on their makeout session, there’s an urgency to their kisses– Steve has a deadline if he wants to take Eddie apart, leave him panting and desperate and hard in his pants. He wants to tease him now so he can blow his socks off later.

Eddie doesn’t resist, equally eager to crowd Steve against the brick until they’re pressed together head to toe. They’re basically the same height but Steve is slouching against the wall, making him feel small and safe with Eddie’s arms caging him in. Steve’s own arms wind around Eddie’s waist, settling his hands at the small of his back. Over his clothes, of course; he doesn’t want to cross the line from ‘teasing’ to ‘annoying’ by getting his icy fingers on Eddie’s skin again.

They physically can’t be any closer together with the layers of fabric between them, but Steve still tries, grinding his hips against the denim-clad thigh Eddie has pressed between his legs. It feels so good when they fit together like this, like they were meant to interlock, and Steve's grip at the back of Eddie’s jacket tightens in a futile attempt for more. He can tell Eddie feels the same from the tight hold he has on Steve’s hips.

The alley is quiet around them, save for the distant thumping of the bass from the speakers inside. They can’t hear much over the sounds of their mouths moving together wetly and their ragged breathing. When Eddie shifts to adjust their angle, Steve can see their exhalations turning to foggy clouds in the cold air.

“Okay, I can see our breath right now. Time’s up,” he announces.

Eddie drops his head with a resigned sigh. “Already?” he whines, nuzzling his cold nose along Steve’s jaw and making him shiver.

“I won’t be able to suck you off when we get home if I get hypno— hippo—” He looks at Eddie expectantly when he can't find the word.

“Hypothermia,” Eddie informs him with a final chaste kiss to his lips. “And you have a point, unfortunately. I think parts of me are going numb.”

Steve is about to make the obvious joke about restoring feeling to Eddie’s sensitive spots, but he’s interrupted when the back door of the club crashes open with a violent metallic creak.

He and Eddie all but leap apart, trying to look like anything but two queer boys who were just playing tonsil hockey.

“Steeeeve,” the newcomer whines. “We’ve been looking for you foreeeeeever.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief when it turns out to be Robin, enjoying the loose and enthusiastic stage of drunkenness while Chrissy tries to keep her propped up like a scarecrow. “Rob, we’ve only been gone for, like, ten minutes max.”

“Yeah but I wanted to dance with you!” She blinks at him like she doesn’t get what he’s not understanding about her obvious motive.

Beside her, Chrissy is shaking her head emphatically and waving her hand in front of her throat, indicating that Robin is cut off for the night.

“You know what? That’s a great idea.” Steve uses a hand at the small of Eddie’s back to usher him forward. “I just need to get something first,” he lies.

“Oh! Can I come?” Robin asks excitedly, like this is some kind of epic adventure out of one of Eddie’s campaigns.

Steve ducks under Robin’s other arm, helping Chrissy to keep her upright as they walk down the alley in the direction of Steve’s car. While Robin is babbling away to Chrissy about how much fun she’s having, Steve turns his head toward Eddie and whispers, “See, no emergency needed.”

“She’s kind of her own emergency, isn’t she?” Eddie’s voice is low and husky with suppressed laughter.

It’s unfair how quickly Steve’s face heats up at the sound. “Stop being sexy until we get home. Twenty minutes, tops.”

“Twenty minutes,” Eddie repeats with a wicked smile. It’s a promise when he says it.

When Steve speeds the whole way back to Robin and Chrissy’s apartment, Eddie is the only one who notices.

[sleepy-as-a-song]

My pov as a sa victim

Tw:sa, the Jack drama, sh, truama talk

I’m sorry in advance if this doesn’t make much sense, I’m sick at the moment but felt this could not wait.

———

I won’t share too much about my sa as it’s not needed, but I will share this: I spent months - maybe even closer to a year - searching for media that covered male sa. So long. I was so excited when I discovered the odessey because it was one of the only male sa stories I had ever seen - and probably the one with the least victim blaming too.

It made me feel seen.

I don’t know Jack well. I know him in roleplay and that’s it. I don’t know anything about his truama and I don’t know anything about what he’s been through.

Jack says he uses roleplay to cope. That is okay, I do too. However Jack should have never made the au. He shouldn’t have. Ever.

Au’s are alternate versions of the story, yes. It still has the base of the story. This is not an au because it completely changes the story - it’s just messed up.

I don’t know if Jack is a sa victim. If he is, I hope he learns better ways to cope with it. But if he is *not* then this is just cruel. To take the little representation male victims have - that *I* have - and change it because you think it’s okay is…harmful. It’s cruel.

I don’t know if Freddy is a real person, I don’t care. No one should have to fall into those habits because of hate. Do not send hate jacks way.

Self harm and break downs are something I hope no one ever has to deal with and if Jack has to deal with them, I am so sorry he does. It’s an awful thing to deal with, as I struggle with it myself.

If Freddy is not real, I hope Jack learns that what he’s doing is manipulative and wrong. I hope he copes with his truama and comes to understand why what he did was hurtful.

Also, if Freddy is not real - this is incredibly manipulative and wrong to do. No one should use self harm and break downs to guilt others into silence. This situation should be talked about - Jack should not to sent hate, but he should not be sent hate, death threats or anything else.

Bad people do not change, hate won’t do anything at all. I do not think Jack is a horrible person, but I think his actions are bad.

To Lilly, ( @unhinged-waterlilly ) as a fellow victim I’m so sorry you had to deal Witt everything first hand. That seems awful and I can’t imagine bringing in your place. You are allowed to not like Jack - you can hate him if you want. I hope the best for you and that you are treated with kindness and respect, and that you know how much you speaking out helps others feel more comfortable speaking out. I don’t know yoy well but I know I’m so thankful to have the situation brought to my attention.

To calix, ( @if-chaos-was-a-boy ) I hope everyone effected by this situation is able to recover from it if it effects yoy, and I hope any fellow victims are able to cope with everything going on.

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[reality-schmality]

Laying in bed unable to sleep having a major breakthrough on why I just can’t stand Sam Winchester. Do not keep reading if an unfavorable analysis of Sam’s character will compel you to send me hate mail.

Sam is presented 100% as the hero of this epic. All of his conflicts are plot-driven. Nothing can truly be held over his head for long because it’s too interlaced with the greater plot, the bigger picture. Hiding his psychic powers, blindly trusting/being tricked by Ruby, any and all soulless actions, abandoning Kevin when Dean and Sam disappear… I can probably go on, but I’m too tired to remember anything past season 8 where I’m up to in my current rewatch.

Everything he does wrong directly furthers the plot, and every character around him eventually gives him a pass because of it. Bobby literally tells Dean, “I get that it wasn’t him but I need a minute to forget he tried to kill me.” Then he does, in fact, continue on as if it never happened. Gordon is the only character who harbors an untamable grudge against Sam—which additionally furthers the plot and continues to make Sam look like the long-suffering, misunderstood hero. Yes, he faces obstacles, but he never faces consequences in any substantial way.

Dean, on the other hand, is presented as an antihero. All of his conflicts are character-driven. Everything is held over his head for as long as it can be because it’s all interlaced with himself and with how he relates to the characters around him. Dragging Sam back into hunting, selling his soul, lying about his memories afterward, wanting to say yes to Michael, leaving Lisa and Ben, becoming tunnel-visioned toward stopping Leviathan, protecting Benny…

Everything he does wrong is related to the plot, of course, but it is not by and large an act of the plot. Whereas season 4 would have been massively different if Sam didn’t fall in with Ruby, season 6 would not have changed, in any significant way, if Lisa and Ben weren’t a factor for Dean. All of Dean’s major arcs are explorations of character: they watch him grow and regress; they make him react to different personalities; they make him question his motives and happiness. And all of them are so inherently part of him, rather than the plot, that they stick around.

To sum up, consider this SPN season 5/Buffy season 6 analogy:

Dean/Buffy is driven by the internal force of suicidal depression more than any plot point.

Sam/Willow is driven by an immature quest for knowledge and abuse of power that directly creates the overall season culmination.

Lying continues to be a major plot point season after season because Sam won’t let go of all the frivolous lies or omissions that Dean has given over the years. The episode with the specter spelled it out when Dean was possessed and raged about how, sure, he lied about remembering hell and he refuses to talk about Purgatory because they are personal and painful experiences that Sam in fact does not need to know the details of but Sam lying about special powers, about his relationship and activities with Ruby, about Samuel Campbell’s operation, all directly affected Dean as well as put both brothers in danger.

And within the lies are parallels, in which Sam is perceived to have the high ground. Sam wanted to protect Amy because she saved his life during their childhood and understood him in a way no one else ever had. Dean wanted to protect Benny because he saved his life just a few months prior and understood him in a way no one else ever had. Amy left a trail of bodies which brought the brothers to town in the first place and Dean felt, by their job description, obligated to kill her. Benny wiped out his own nest, and Sam assigned someone to track him without any evidence of his killing humans as well as tied Dean up to hunt him unimpeded.

The premises here are the same, but the circumstances wildly differ. Still, Sam/Amy is shown as more sympathetic—because they were so young at first meeting, because Sam hears her story about protecting her son. Because Dean has come back from Purgatory rabid and feral, because his and Benny’s flashbacks are surrounded by death and a bargain, because Sam is still hurt from the previous season and refuses to listen.

I am not even going to acknowledge the parallels/comparisons between love interest conflicts/plot lines beyond this: the obvious implications of the sheer line-ups.

By season 5, Sam has a string of women in his wake, and Dean has two women and Cas.

By season 15, Sam has a longer string of women in his wake, and Dean has two women and Cas.

Whether you acknowledge Cas as a love interest or not—the Hero always gets the girl(s).

The first Trickster episode sums it all up, honestly: “too precious for this world” vs “blah blah blah”. It’s hilarious and exaggerated, of course, but it’s exactly how the characters are meant to be viewed always and forever. Sam has morals galore. Sam doesn’t drink often and rarely to excess, must be shoved into flirtations, goes running or cycling, eats healthy, cares about misunderstood monsters from the start, all grounding him in “fair,” “heroic” traits. Dean is looser and more wild. He is an alcoholic, promiscuous, lazy, an unhealthy eater, more dependent on binary choices, all grounding him in “black or white,” “wild card” traits.

So is it really any wonder why I find Sam so goddamn boring? It’s a given he’s The Hero, which apparently denies him the right to real depth in the form of multiple layers of conflict. The vast majority of Sam’s conflicts are all external. He always makes the wrong choice purely to drive the plot. Yes, this even includes his “I’m a freak” baseline narrative because it’s the overarching theme of the entire goddamn show.

By comparison, Dean is just a hero and a hell of a lot more interesting because there’s a hell of a lot more to him. He genuinely has three layers of conflict that do not all trace back to the same focal point. His “exists to protect Sammy” baseline narrative is a large theme for half the series’ run, but it morphs into a far smaller theme as time goes on.

It’s all just such a shame. I wish I could find him more interesting; Sam has so much potential and capacity for depth, but it’s just not there. His conflict is nearly all surface level and boring.

[philsbrownquiff]

Guys, Phil is 37…. Debating if they’ll have kids or not is pointless he’s already too old to be getting pregnant without complications (geriatric pregnancy starts at 35), not to mention his health problems. Like Dan should’ve knocked him up years ago, they’re really past the point of no return. Sorry about it but they’re not stupid, they would’ve already done it if they were gonna

[greekgodssitcom]

Apollo: Wait what happened? Ares are you okay??

Ares: No but that’s unrelated to the concussion

[izzystizzys]

can i just say the fox/dooku ship names are outstanding. fooku. doox. they’re so stupid. they are the superior ship just for that. do they have anything in common? no. have they met in canon? also no. is dooku sort of singlehandedly responsible for most of the systemic miseries in fox’ life? yeah. so what. ship name funny

[sea-jello]

hong kong miku,,,

[camping-with-monsters]

‼️MAJOR POKEMON SCARLET AND VIOLET: THE TEAL MASK DLC SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! ABSOLUTELY DO NOT OPEN IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!!!!!‼️

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!!!! GRAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Do you understand that I would actually die for you. The minute I saw your face I screamed, and then was overcome with emotion and started crying (I actually did this like I’m not even exaggerating here. I actually broke out into ugly sobbing. I am dead serious.).

You are my everything sweet little baba grill. Please sign the adoption papers. I want you in real life.

Edit: Unfortunately I have to sacrifice one of the images because for some reason it won’t let me turn off top posts, and since this is getting a lot of traction, it’s stuck there…… I needed something to spoiler it on my top posts cause many of my peers haven’t yet been able to play/watch The Teal Mask for whatever reason!

[fantasykiri5]

2nd Artfight attack of the year! This one is of Xata Field, belonging to @rev-hd !!! Her design is so cool… it kept tripping me up when I read she was only 5’9”, she keeps registering as like 7 feet tall in my brain!

[alluralater]

just finished moving around/reorganizing my entire bedroom. i have cried three times today but now i’m laying in bed, my room smells of roses, and i’m eating french bread. this was not the bipolar hot girl mania i was promised but damn if i don’t do it well

[chaosinstigator]

if you look for a reason to hate someone you’re always going to find it, please for the love of god choose to use your energy on better things