#gonna be sore for a week 🎉

[downforcuddles]

I just thought I was gonna suck dick, what do you mean I'm getting turned into a breeding bunny for the next 5 hours?

[pinkiemachine]

Superman: Origin Story! 🎉

Part one involving what became of Krypton and the rest of the El family will be linked below.

Lara and Cal crash landed together on Earth (specifically, outside of Smallville Kansas) in the summer of 1977 with their escape pod badly damaged, and Lara bleeding out. As luck would have it, a young couple was driving through that part of the country and saw what they thought was a plane of some sort crash land. John Kent jumped out of the car and went to check to see if there were survivors and found a Kryptonian escape pod, steaming and smoking, with a woman and baby inside. Lara could tell that she didn’t have much time. Attempting to speak to John (though, he didn’t understand her language) she asked that he would take care of her son and bring help. Along with Cal, she also gave John a small, hand-held device that he couldn’t figure out the purpose of. Then… she died.

John was left standing there, not knowing what to do for a few seconds. Ultimately, he figured he ought to bury the body out of respect, so he ran back to his wife to give her the baby. By that point, though, there were already dark shapes on the horizon. Martha spotted them. Black helicopters. The Kents got in their car and sped away as quickly as they could, not wanting to get tangled up in whatever conspiracy this was. John didn’t take them back to house that night. Instead, they kept driving until they reached his sister Emma’s house where they would lay low for a while.

Martha was still holding baby Cal and she couldn’t bear to let him go. She had suffered a miscarriage just a week before and immediately fell in love with the boy. There would be no getting rid of him now. They decided to name him Clark, after a word John thought that the woman in the pod had tried to say to him.

After the black helicopters had gone, and after the crashed pod had mysteriously disappeared, John and Martha went back home and continued on with life. Naturally, they had a million questions, but answers would be very tricky to supply unless they wanted to poke their noses into uncertain places. So they kept to themselves. Clark, meanwhile, was growing up fast and strong. Literally. By the time he was two, he was lifting things he really shouldn’t be able to, running faster than they could keep up with, and falling out trees on purpose (not sustaining any injuries) because it was fun. This was their first inkling that Clark might not be human. (After all, Kryptonians do look a lot like humans.)

I would also like to mention that in this version, Clark has siblings. Yes, a few years after saving Clark, Martha gave birth to another son, Micheal. Then came Sean, then Rueben, and finally Suzie. They all worked together on their father’s farm, though it was kind of an open secret who did most of the work. Clark would out-perform his brothers constantly, and it had become quite the sore spot in the family. But, when the tractor breaks down, who’re you gonna call to get it back to the barn? Probably the superhuman son who can lift it with one hand and fly. They did have a lot of good times as well. They got up to so much stupid stuff…heheh… story for another time.

Clark was told from a young age that he was allowed to use his powers on the farm, but nowhere else. Especially not in town. John and Martha were worried the black helicopters might come back. So Clark did his best, but rumours still abounded. Some of the other kids in his class at school even called him an “alien” because of how weird he acted sometimes. Naturally, he had been told his origins by this point. When he was six, his parents sat him down and explained about the pod and his mother and John gave him the small device that Lara had given him. The moment Clark touched it, it activated. It was a holo-photo projector, and it displayed a portrait of the El family, baby Clark included. This was proof that Clark was from the stars, and from that moment onward, he became obsessed with outer space. By the time he was in middle school, he had star maps and rocket posters pinned up in his room, he tracked down every scrap of alien news and conspiracy theories that he could find, and tried to send out radio signals into deep space with his own dinky, homemade system in the family tree house. He loved his adoptive family, he did, but he also wanted to know what had happened to the rest of his birth family. Were they out there? Did they know where he was? That he was alive? He had so many questions!

Alas, time flew by, and no answers appeared. He had a falling out with one of his brothers (involving Clark losing control and accidentally hurting one of the family dogs with his laser vision) and after high school he left to get a degree in investigative journalism, later taking a job at the Daily Planet in Metropolis. He still talked to his brothers and sister and Ma and Pa, but he felt alienated. He didn’t really belong anywhere. That’s why this job was so important. He would scour the ends of the Earth to find answers.

Little did he know, though, that the escape pod and Lara’s body had been taken by the government and were being experimented on. Head of the classified project currently: Amanda Waller. Most invested investor: Lex Luthor.

Part one here 👇

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Summer Day 6 - Free Day!!

hellooo everyone!! pardon the fact that this is a week late lmao

this is gonna be for day 6 of @wishitweresummer ‘s lee!george event!!! if you haven’t heard of the event, you can click here to see the original post or here to see the tag of other people’s works for it <3 it was a very eventful week, everyone say thank you to summer for hosting it 🎉🎉

this is gonna be for the free day prompt, and i decided to use an idea that’s been sitting in my fic ideas list for ages for the occasion!! it was written in my list as “lee!george with ler!badboyhalo and george cannot take bad saying nice things about him at all, especially during tickles” so that’s what this is lmao, it’s pretty short and sweet this time

thank you again to summer for making this event <33 it’s been very fun so far

lee!george, ler!badboyhalo, just under 2k words

enjoy!!

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“Okay, I’m going down to the kitchen, I’m hungry,” Skeppy announced as he stood up from the uncomfortable wooden stool he’d been sat on for way too long, stretching out his sore back before making his way out into the hallway and down the stairs, leaving George and Bad alone in George’s office. George mumbled something in response, acknowledging Skeppy’s departure and waving at him, still focused on his computer screen. Bad let him work for a few more moments, watching as he closed out of unneeded tabs from the stream and began the process of downloading the VOD for later editing and uploading, before he spoke again.

“George, can I tell you something, seriously?” He asked, his tone kind, and George looked over at him with attentive, wide eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at the wording.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, glancing back at the screen to be sure everything was going well before leaning back in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair.

“I know you’re gonna roll your eyes at me for this, but I just wanna say I’m really happy you’re here now,” Bad said with a smile, earning a scoff from George as he shook his head and looked away.

“Okay– shut up,” He dismissed, leaning forward to pay attention to the computer screen again. He clocked through applications aimlessly, scrolling up and down, then going back to the downloading screen, growing more antsy as Bad continued.

“I’m serious! C’mon, I’m being serious,” Bad pressed, reaching forward to grab George’s shoulder and pull him away from the screen, making him slump against his chair and cross his arms over his chest. “I really am happy for you, honestly. I know firsthand how frustrating it is having to wait for something like this for so long, and now you’re here and you get to hang out with the people you love in real life, and that means I get to meet you in person as well. And that’s really cool,” He explained, earning very brief eye contact from George, who glanced over at him halfway through his point. His eyes softened instantly, the hand on his shoulder squeezing reassuringly, before he shook his head once more and gave Bad the eye roll he was expecting the whole time.

“Ugh, whatever. Just– shut up, you’re being an idiot,” George complained, trying to roll his shoulder to push Bad’s hand away.

“Hey,” Bad pushed further, his voice stern but calm. “I just wanted you to know I’m proud of you.”

“Oh my god,” George grumbled, sliding further down in the chair before shoving himself up to sit straight and bringing one foot up to rest on the edge of the chair, his other leg bouncing nervously under the attention. “Okay, cool, whatever, this is dumb.”

“You’re being dramatic, and I know you’re only being difficult and rude because you’re just as happy to see me as I am to see you.”

“Not true, I hate you.”

“You love me. I can see right through you.”

“You’re stupid, I never want you in my house again.”

“So next time you’ll come to mine?” Bad teased, calling his bluff, and George’s words caught in his throat as he couldn’t figure out another temperamental rebuttal. He grumbled, a pout on his face. “Exactly. You know you can’t lie to me about this stuff, you little muffinhead, I know you too well,” Bad said with a smile, and the hand on George’s shoulder jumped up to flick his earlobe, making him flinch and jerk his head to the side.

“AH–! Why do you keep doing that?!” George scolded, reaching one hand up to cover his ear as he leaned away from his friend.

“Because it’s the easiest way to get your attention, and it’s cute that you’re ticklish there,” Bad replied simply, as if he was just talking about the weather, and not actively making George’s head feel like it was about to explode. “Now tell me you’re excited everyone’s here.” He reached up and poked his ear again, able to swipe over the top of it between George’s fingers, making him flinch again.

“I’m not– stop!” George’s cheeks had quickly turned bright pink, and he could feel the heat radiating off them as he pressed his hand tighter to the side of his head to cover his ear, instinctively tensing his shoulder up for extra protection.

“You’re not what?” Bad asked, but they both knew exactly what part George was responding to.

“I’m not.”

“You’re not ticklish there? Okay, sure,” Bad said sarcastically, shoving George’s hand away to quickly swipe his ear again, making him yell out and push further into the arm of the chair to get away, using his other hand to cover it now.

“No! It just– I told you it just feels weird.”

“Yeah, it feels weird because it tickles, George,” He said, like it was obvious, like George was the silly one for not saying it.

“Shut up!” George whined, instinctively flinching when Bad took his hands away to scoot his own chair closer, expecting another attack. Bad couldn’t help but laugh at him, grabbing the arm of George’s chair and pulling him closer instead, the wheels making it much easier. “Stop it!” George complained, pushing his foot on the floor and stopping the movements.

“Are you gonna admit you’re excited?” Bad asked as he leaned in, putting one leg over one arm of George’s so he couldn’t push himself away.

“No!” George yelled, pushing at Bad’s knee with both hands to get his leg off the chair, but he only responded by swinging his other leg up as well, fully holding the chair in place. George scoffed, leaning away and holding onto the opposite arm, keeping his distance in case Bad tried to pull anything on him.

Obviously, it didn’t work very well– not that he intended for it to.

“Okay, suit yourself,” Bad teased, quickly flicking George’s ear again to distract him and make him reach his hands up, only to interrupt his movements by latching his hands onto George’s sides and squeezing.

“WHA–!” George squealed, his entire body curling in on itself, his hands launching back down to grab onto Bad’s wrists, too caught off guard to properly shove him away. “BAHAHAD?!” He managed through his laughter, not expecting the sudden change whatsoever.

“You know what you have to do,” Bad said again, and George shook his head, leaning forward in his chair as his knees curled up.

“Nohohoho!” He refused, and Bad giggled at how giddy he sounded, his toes tapping against the metal base of the chair as he barely tried to squirm away.

“Aww, George,” Bad cooed, speaking in the exaggerated faux-British accent that he always did to make fun of George, and George groaned through his laughter, squealing as Bad’s hands moved up to pinch and claw at his ribs instead. “Poor little silly Georgie.”

“Shuhuhut UHUP, Bahahad!” He complained, his fingers shaking as they wrapped around Bad’s wrists, but between the weakness from being tickled and the urge to clamp his arms down, he couldn’t keep that hold for very long.

“You can do it! Just say, ‘BadBoyHalo, I’m very excited you’re here to spend time with me’ and this will all be over,” Bad used the same exaggerated accent to make the example, making George groan in flustered frustration again.

“Noho wahahay!” George shook his head as he curled up more, leaning forward and hoping to force Bad’s hands away. Instead, though, they just moved further out, and his thumbs pressed into the sweet spot at the base of George’s ribs as his fingers scratched a little too close to George’s spine for comfort. George squealed, throwing one hand over his mouth to muffle the sound as his body straightened up immediately, his next words flowing out without much thought. “AH– okay! Okahay, okahahay, okay! I’ll sahahay ihit, don’t– dohon’t do thahat agahahain–!” He pleaded, and Bad withdrew his hands in an instant. He gave George a second to catch his breath, grabbing the pair of headphones that had been hanging around George’s neck since the stream ended and placing them on the desk, before resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, looking at George expectantly.

“…I’m waiting.”

“Okay! Just– ugh…” George said with another eye roll, and his body slumped back against the chair once more. He pulled both legs up onto the chair with him, knees together and resting against one arm as his shoulders touched Bad’s knee. Practically second nature, Bad reached out to brush his fingers through George’s hair, taming the slightly messy pieces that had gone out of place from his squirming. He let out a loud sigh, looking down at the chair as his toes curled against the edge of the seat. “I actually am, though, like… you know that, right?”

“I do,” Bad confirmed, and George’s shoulders relaxed at the understanding, nodding slightly. “I still wanna hear you say it, though.”

“Ugh, c’mon!” George groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, making Bad laugh. There was a moment of silence, before George’s head fell to the side, his temple resting against Bad’s knee. “I’m excited you're here…” He mumbled, barely loud enough to hear, and clearly not good enough for Bad.

“What was that?!” He said, louder than necessary, yelling just to get a rise out of George– which he very much did, as the younger boy squirmed in his seat and looked up at him incredulously.

“Shhh! Oh my god, quiet!” He scolded, making Bad laugh at him once again. “Look, just–“ He let out another sigh, relaxing back again and dropping one leg, swiveling the chair side to side as he played with the hem of his shirt. “I’m really excited you’re here. I… I appreciate you wanting to– like… I dunno… I appreciate you, like, taking time to– to stay here and everything… or whatever…”

“Yeah?” Bad asked, playing with George’s hair again, resting his hand on the back of his neck as he nodded.

“Yeah. It, like… it means a lot, so… thank you…” George finished awkwardly, venturing a glance upwards when he was met with no response, but dropping his head back down when he saw Bad’s overjoyed smile. “Whatever, be quiet.”

“You’re so sweet, you little muffinhead,” Bad said as he ruffled George’s hair, making him giggle and reach up to protect himself once again. “Thank you for saying that. I’m excited to be here too,” He said, earning a sweet giggle and nod from George as he settled back down.

“Good…” He muttered, his face still burning, but his body feeling more at ease after everything was over with. He slid his arm under where Bad’s legs rested on the chair, letting it rest on the arm of the chair as he leaned against Bad’s knee again, sighing softly as Bad kept his hand in his hair and let him relax. The room was silent for a moment as he did so, and George honestly felt like he could’ve taken a nap if Bad had let him.

But, apparently that was too big of an ask for him.

“…Especially since I can do this now,” Bad said, and suddenly there were fingers scratching at George’s exposed ear again, the hand in his hair keeping him in place even as he squealed and squirmed.

“AH– nohoho!” George squealed at the sudden sensation, unable to twist his head away this time, making it that much more unbearable.

This was going to be a long, long visit.

[foxymoxynoona]

Happy 3rd Aniversary, Foxy!

I hope that you are feeling good and having a lovely day. That feels slightly weird to say when ARMY is sad over Yoongi's enlistment, but he said future's gonna be okay and it will be.

I am hoping that is the same for you! You've begun posting again, so I'm hoping that means you're feeling better from your surgery. I know there's probably still so much you still have to get through and also process from the last few months, too, so I am wishing you well.

Please know I feel so lucky and grateful to be in your community and to have stumbled across your stories during a time when I was on the struggle bus. I'm so glad you posted that first time 3 years ago, and that led to this cool group of people and a brilliant author and person!

How are you feeling on your anniversary? 💜

🎉

You remembered my anniversary??? ��😭😭

Three years ago today I took what felt like a crazy, brave, vulnerable step and started posting my writing on ao3 after not having posted anything online in a decade. And it has brougth me SO much joy and new friendships and so many hours of wonderful conversation with wonderful people. I'm so grateful for everyone who's interacted with my stories or left a comment or even just carried my stories away in their hearts silently. The writer/reader relationship is such a beautiful example of human connection, I really love it. And of ourse I have a special place in my heart for those of you who I've gotten to talk repeatedly with over time. I can't thank any of you enough for being so supportive and encouraging of my works and of me during this hardest 9 months of my life 💜💜💜

I'm doing better every week! I got my blood labwork done again and my blood is close to normal without any recent infusions or transfusions! I'm being able to eat better, getting fewer migraines, I'm sure my nutrition is improving. I'm still sore as hell but there haven't been any new complications recently so I'm feeling pretty good and grateful :)

I know the Yoongi enlistment is sad news for a Monday but the sooner he goes, the sooner he'll be back. The whole things sucks but it's all steps towards them being free again and they'll do ok and they know we care and will miss them. I can say from personal experience even just with this group, that means a lot and can carry you a very long way 🥰

So I hope your week gets better than this Monday morning news. And I hope I continue to amuse and entertain for many more stories to come. Thank you for all your support 🎉

[sydsaint]

Happy 2023 everyone! 🎉🎉

Summary: The reader confronts Eddie about his strange behavior at an NYE party.

The taping for Rampage is just about to finish up and you are backstage chatting with Daniel Garcia. Garcia is talking about his plans for New Year's Eve tomorrow night when you spot Mox and Eddie walking into the room.

"Yeah, great. I'll catch up with you later, Danny." You pat Daniel's shoulder before you walk away from him.

"Alright." Daniel nods, a bit confused. "Catch you later, Y/N." He watches you walk off.

You walk over to your older brother and Eddie with a smile. It's been a few weeks since you've seen them talking with one another. "Well, aren't you two a sight for sore eyes." You joke.

"Y/N, what's going on, shortie?" Eddie is the first to greet you. "You weren't talking to that dork, Daniel Garcia, were you?" He asks you.

"Danny and I were just having a friendly chat." You shrug. "You two look like you're up to something. Which is never good." You add with a joking smile. "So, what's up?"

Mox rolls his eyes at your teasing, just being his usual grumbly self. "There ain't nothing going on." He insists. "I was just talking to Eddie about coming to the NYE party tomorrow night. Renee and I finally managed to find a sitter and are going." He explains.

"You guys finally managed to find Nora a sitter? That's great, Jon." You congratulate him, knowing that it's been a while since Mox and Renee got out. "So, that does mean you're coming to the party, Eddie?" You turn to Kingston.

"Yeah, I guess." Eddie shrugs. "Ain't really my scene, but if Mox is going then I mind as well put up with it."

"Hey!" You laugh. "I'll be there too, Kingston." You remind him. "So you won't have to be so alone and miserable the whole night. And who knows, you might even be able to rope some poor girl into a midnight kiss." You joke and poke his arm in a teasing manner.

Your joke makes Jon chuckle and you turn to him. "That's why you were chatting up Garia?" He asks you. "Trying to secure a midnight kiss for yourself?"

"Maybe." You shrug nonchalantly. "I've got options. It's just a matter of which one seems the best at the time." You joke. "Anyway, I'll let you two get back to whatever mischief you were about to get into. I'll catch you at the party, Eddie." You nod to Kingston before you walk off.

"See you later, shortie." Eddie chuckles and watches you walk off.

The next night you throw on a cute dress and head for the NYE party that everyone is attending. You aren't there for long when Daniel spots you and heads over.

"Damn, Y/N," Daniel comments when he sees you. "Who you trying to impress tonight?" He asks you with a chuckle.

You giggle at Garcia so obviously eyeing you up. "I'm not really sure yet." You admit. "But keep yourself available tonight, yeah, Garcia?" You tease him.

You walk further into the party and look around for Mox and Renee. You finally find them mingling in a quieter corner of the room with Eddie and a couple of other people.

"Renee! You look stunning tonight!" You approach your sister-in-law first.

"Y/N!" Renee greets you with a wide smile. "And wow, I could say the same about you."

You giggle and hug her. "Thanks. Jon, you've been treating my favorite in-law well, right?" You glance at Jon who rolls his eyes at you. "And, Eddie! Glad that you could make it."

You let go of Renee and step over to Eddie who looks a bit uncomfortable. He cracks a small smile when you come over to him, but you can tell that something is bothering him.

"So, how's the party been so far, Eddie?" You ask him casually. "Not too rowdy and loud, I hope?"

Eddie shakes his head, eyes fixed on the crowd behind you. "Eh, it's been alright." He shrugs.

You furrow your brows at Eddie's odd behavior. But choc it up to him simply not being a big party guy. "Nice! Well, I'm gonna go grab a drink. I'll catch you later tonight, Eddie." You dismiss yourself with a small smile.

Eddie watches you walk off until you disappear into the crowd. Once you are gone he finally relaxes. 'Fuck me' He thinks to himself. 'God she looks so fucking good in that damn dress' He mumbles to himself.

Truth be told, Eddie has had a thing for you for years now. But he's never acted on it. Instead choosing to keep his attraction to his best friend's baby sister locked away. But lately, Eddie has been finding it harder and harder to keep his feelings for you a secret.

On the other side of the room, you grab a drink and find Daniel at your side once again. "Well, looks who's back." Garcia chuckles when you walk over to him. "Just couldn't resist me, could you, Y/N." He grins at you.

"Whatever." You roll your eyes playfully. "Just hand me a drink, Garcia."

You and Daniel chat and flirt back and forth for a while. But the whole time you can't help but feel like someone's got their eyes on you. After a while, you scan the room and lock eyes with Eddie still standing in the same spot that he was before.

The clock is winding down to kick off the new year. But you abandon Garia at the bar and head over to Eddie.

"Eddie, what's up?" You walk over to Kingston and startle him out of his thoughts.

"Hmm? Y/N? What are you doing over here?" He asks you. "Ain't the timer about to start counting down?" He glances at the clock on the wall with less than 5 minutes to go.

You shrug. "Yeah, but something was bothering me." You admit. "What's up with you tonight, Kingston? You seem off."

Eddie bites his lip like he's thinking about what he should say. "Do I?" He asks you. "Sorry, Y/N. It's just....I...God, that damn dress is driving me up the wall." He grits his teeth.

"My dress?" You glance down at yourself in confusion. "What's wrong with it?"

"I...It's....fuck!" Eddie curses. "It's not just the dress, okay?" He admits. "It's you! I mean...you...I..." Eddie stumbles over his words. "Y/N, I have had this ungodly thing for you for years now."

Your eyes widen at Eddie's confession. You've known him forever, and you've never seen him stumble over his words like this. "You have? Really?" You ask him with a laugh.

"Yeah..." Eddie nods. "Wait! What are you laughing for?" He asks you.

You giggle and shake your head. "Awe, Eddie, why didn't you say something sooner?" You ask him.

"I don't know." Eddie scratches the back of his neck. "It's just, you're Moxley's baby sister. I couldn't do that to him, man."

You nod in understanding and the clock begins counting down. "Well, I'm a big girl now, Eddie." You laugh. "And as cute as Danny is, he's not really my type anyway." You add. "So,"

You look up at Eddie with doe eyes and he seems to get the hint. A mischievous smile plays on his lips and suddenly you are being dipped down as the clock strikes midnight.

"Happy New Year, darling." Eddie grins and kisses you gently.

[croissantbae]

November 25, 2022

1. Every night I tell myself I’m going to sleep early and every night it does not happen.

2. I passed the 60k word threshold woohoo 🎉

3. It’s so nice being able to go to my mom’s and chillin w everyone.

4. Jason is really suffering and it’s so sad seeing him in pain (he has painful sores in his mouth).

5. We’re going to see Maria Paz tomorrow. Naya seems excited. I will say though I’m glad Maria Paz has her new job so she can make more money and also original Maria can be w us full time and she can make more money too. On Wednesday we paid her and gave her money as if she had worked on Thursday as a thanksgiving bonus and told her she doesn’t need to work on Friday and she said thank you so much. I cry. My English is no good and then in Spanish she said she’s so thankful from the bottom of her heart that we’ve employed her for all these years. She truly has a heart of gold. And she’s been stepping up too. She really is the best. We are so blessed w the Maria’s in our life.

6. I’m getting amped to go to Korea next year. It seems like the date is settling around September. We’re gonna go to Seoul, busan and jejudo. I wish we could go for a full 3 weeks but because of work we can probably only go for 2.

[markesackett-theboxsf]

I had to post my first “Thirst Trap” Photo ever! 😜 I have been through some shit this last year and a half, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s been a bitch. The great news is I just played my Drums for the first time since being attacked in December, my wrist is sore but it was fun, and my hand held up. Second, today I weigh 269 friggin’ pounds…down from 299 in December and 375 a few years back, and tonight I am full of energy and optimism. I do my hand therapy 2 times a week and my hand and nerve exercises daily. Business is finally, and slowly, starting to recover. Melanie @decowitch and Israel @israel_srs continue to support me and help me run everything and @picpocketwearables is moving forward, so I am excited to see our first clothing samples next month. @reflectur_com continues to Design and Create amazing work for our Graphic Design and Branding Clients. Finally @theboxsfmercantile and @theboxsfevents are going to be featured on a well known Television Show in Filming here in early August! September 8th I’ll have another major Surgery on my Left Wrist to restore the nerve that was severed in the attack, and September 9th I turn 65! 🎂 so drumrolls please! Here we go!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉👨‍🎨 ~Mark E. Sackett (at The Pressroom and Mercantile at The Box SF) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfdF6kQr6QL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=