#grant interactions

[elpida]

closed starter for @musingmixtape

"It's  this  way  i'm  sure  of  it—  now,  listen  I  get  this  is  not  like  date  one.  Date  one  was  night  time  and  dinner,  movie,  the  classic  but  this  is  just  more  uh.."  he  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "—peaceful?"  Grant  could  all  but  hope  that's  how  this  might  seem,  see..  he  rarely  thought  anyone  beautiful  enough  to  even  pay  attention  but  she  had  his  attention  from  the  moment  he  saw  her.  He  quietly  thought  the  world  of  her  for  a  long  time.  He  wasn't  exactly  she  just  more  that  he...  wasn't  great  with  people.  The  talking  and  socialising  didn't  really  come  easily  to  him,  especially  in  groups.  He  was  just  more  an  observer  than  anything,  such  a  careful  eye.

He  continued  to  walk  until  he'd  lead  them  to  a  park,  a  willow  tree  hanging  over  head  and  on  a  little  decking  area,  was  a  picnic.  "I  uhh..  I  brought  bread,  for  the  ducks.  I  just  thought  this  might  be..  nice,  given  that  it's  a  nice  day?"  he  laughed  a  bit,  rubbed  the  back  of  his  neck.  "I'm  kind  of  seeing  how  dorky  this  idea  was  now.  I  haven't  really  had  plan  dates  before."  and,  he  wasn't  really  too  much  of  an  online  guy  to  go  hunting  for  a  grand  idea  but  it  did  mean  that  any  thought  he  put  into  something  was  genuine,  it  was  his  own.  Just  like  he  was  genuine  in  how  he  tried  to  be  a  gentleman,  walked  on  the  outer  side  of  the  pavement,  hold  the  bags  when  there  were  any.  "You  were  telling  me  your  favourite  foods  last  time  so.."  so  he  really  did  listen  and  he  really  did  pay  attention. "I used to come here a lot when I was little, feed to the ducks." so really it wasn't like grant came here on a whim, he wanted to share a place that gave him memories.

[elpida]

there was things he could never say, things that grant had done that were... vile, he knew they were vile. half the time it wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it, it was more that.. he just couldn't. he couldn't bring himself to say those words, to go through it like it was happening again but he'd done them, these hands that wanted her, had done terrible things but it didn't curb the hunger he had for more than one heaven sent night.

"you say that like i won't still do it..." he commented in a low grumble, his smirk gave it all away though, lopsided but quirked into one of his dimples. "you know me, sweet tooth after all." and he certainly did have a sweet tooth, the type of person so leave half his dinner but have half a tub of ice cream at gone midnight. his hands flexed, gripping firmer to the wheel, the leather of it briefly creaking with his slow exhale.

he had to try and keep one eye on the road but his eyes kept flicking to what hers were doing, the undoing of buttons and she wasn't wrong, he was throbbing with need. dark hues flicked to the mirrors before he indicated, there was a lay by so at least there was that and it was at least somewhat sheltered by a hedge and looming trees. he drove in, pulled up and fuck it, if people saw they saw but he cock ached, genuinely ached in that memory of fucking her that one night. he groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, he was thick and leaking with desire. "get over here." his voice had lowered, the intent there, more so as he leaned across and with both hands pulled her, one at her hips and the unbuttoned shorts, the other sliding around her neck to pull her face to his, to pull her lips to his. they met roughly and messily. he'd given in, he didn't just want her, he needed to feel her, to fuck her and know that the woman he was hell-bent on protecting was his.

in all honesty, katrina was not high maintenance at all. there weren't any additional expectations she wanted from grant, because he already gave her so much already. at least more than other woman, from what she had come to understand. "yeah, i'm sure i will, but it doesn't mean i'll stop wanting you after that. i don't need you to tell me every thought and feeling, just the ones you feel like sharing." she wouldn't push much, even if part of her thought he might need that at times.

"okay, but what about the chocolate all over me," she countered, bemused at her continued effort to turn him on. while it was working, it was also working on her as well. her body aching for him to touch her; to feel him inside of her again. this was not how she expected her day to go, even if every time she was with him now she thought about what it would be like to be on top of him again. or under him again. there were a few different positions that night.

finally, he seemed to loosen up. focus on just her and what she was proposing instead of the apparent looming threat. "grant, i don't care who sees you fucking me." and she didn't, she had no shame. a small whimper escaped her lips against his arm at the promises he made, coupled with his hand sliding closer to her core. a hand slipped from around his arm to undo the button on her shorts, allowing her bottoms to be less restricted. the same hand quickly shifted to find the button on his pants, releasing it to give way and slipping her hand down into his boxers. "you're already so hard..." she murmured, a grin against his skin as she gripped her hand around him. "it's been a long time, just pull over and let yourself have me now." @elpida

[felassan]

What kind of spirit do you think Felassan waz?

Swag

[age-of-moonknight]

“Systemic Approach (Part Two),” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #64.

Writer: Mat Groom; Penciler and Inker: Caio Majado; Colorist: Pete Pantazis; Letterer: Joe Sabino

[watmalik]

It really be like that, huh? (inspo.)

[thoughtsandaisies]

[elpida]

"lets do it." he nodded and with that, he'd looped her arm through his own so that he could keep hold of her more securely and walk. he meant it, a lot of bad food and throwing out the bad decisions to make it feel more hers come morning. easier to make those decisions in this mind than one that still found herself missing the one that hurt her. he'd be having words with him when he saw him around, he'd be sure to make it known that he'd not sit by if he ever tried to go near emily again, his protective nature would truly come forward because grant didn't ever want to see her cry again. "better yet, i'll order then we can go straight back." he spoke as he offered his phone, the delivery app already open. "i'm a pepperoni man myself but get anything you want, my treat."

once they were back grant made a point to get a few rubbish bags and stand, airing them out so they could fill them. "oh now see this? This has to go." he picked up a baseball cap that he could tell belonged to a male. "what kind of walking red flag wears a baseball cap anymore? Don't tell me he wore it backwards, that's a crime."

grant's laugh broke the tension a little. he always had this infuriatingly endearing way of making everything seem like it was under control, even when it clearly wasn’t. whether he did that on purpose, or not, it didn't really matter. he was a lucky guy in that aspect, emily gathered. she nodded, the truth of his words hitting her hard. everything felt like a storm she couldn't escape. his words were also like a lifeline, reminding emily that this pain wouldn’t last forever. and as much as she wanted to believe him, or as much as she wanted his words to make her feel better, it didn't work. emily knew he was right, but her wound was too deep, still. emily felt a small smile tug at her lips despite the tears; grant’s plan was crazy and spontaneous, but it was exactly what she needed. "yeah, okay." she said, feeling a spark of hope. "let's do that."

[frodo-a-gogo]

also final word on this probably- I *like* Joyce Messier a great deal as a character. I think she's cool and interesting. I find it fascinating that she tends to approach things very bluntly. the words she uses and the manner in which she analyzes things, this is sort of an instance of a character who knows exactly *what she is* and articulates it in a manner congruent with the writers of the game. she is, as she says wryly but honestly, "a bourgeois woman". i cant think of too many rich people who would without prompting and prodding, self identify with marxist social taxonomies in this way, even with a thin veil of ironic self deprecation. She's educated. she knows the words and the motivating logics of class analysis. and shes *cool*. harry picks that up. honesty is cool. bluntness is cool. cynicism is cool. she is quite open about her place in the world and how she conceives of it. unlike a lot of other powerful figures in the game, i dont think shes completely swallowed by self justifying rhetoric the way, say, sunday friend is. or she is up to a point. she knows about countercultural movements and she has affinities for them and is also aware that they inevitably are consumed by capital. (this, by the way, is kind of complex in that like. ok its a depressing reality but also i think if the de team was fully bought into that line of thinking, they would not make this game. it is telling that joyce of all people would critique cindy on the basis of capital subsuming revolutionary art. I dont think joyce is wrong per se, but i think she is drawn to that line of thinking because it is *very comforting for someone of her class position to dismiss the value and power of revolutionary art and critique of capital* just a thought) She's disgusting in that her power is not rightfully hers. her position is not rightfully hers. she is actively repressing and oppressing others in service of disgusting, semi-fascistic, hypercapitalist forces. shes enjoying the comforts and benefits that such a role allows her. shes disgusting shes frustrating shes profoundly arrogant (as her clash with evrart claire proves definitively). Her self satisfied idiocy is what allows her to play with fire and foolishly assume she cannot be burned. She's smart but her comfortable position puts the blinders on her and so she's also pretty fucking stupid. and shes also deeply deeply sad. I empathize. I pity her. She's so fucking sad. I don't think she is drawn to self medication and self destruction through constant pale exposure or all that rueful nostalgic rumination for no reason. She knows what she is to the world and she knows what she's doing and she's too cowardly and comfortable and self interested to change, but she's too self-aware to ignore it completely. I think she probably dislikes herself to some degree and i think its destroying her. Like most of the cast of the game, she's complex and deeply human. She's hateful, but I also think she is too well realized to hate, at least not for me.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

STOP I'm thinking about the part in Gravity Falls where Stan shows up with freshly bought (stolen) light bulbs only to see Ford screwing a new one in surrounded by family.

And OH my GOD. AGH.

Stan gets a little (ir)rationally upset about this because... It's.. Guys,,,

Stan perceives it as Ford once again easily receiving the praise and love of their family when he had to fight tooth and nail to receive even half of it.... I'm not well ✋😔

[hello-eeveev]

you wanna know what’s so funny is that we’re all like “omg Essek could NOT shut up about Caleb 🥺💕” but like. he absolutely can.

the only times Essek brought up Caleb unprompted/without relevance to the discussion at hand were gesundheit and nighttime sendings lol. of the four uses of the phrase “my partner,” one is an off-handed mention as part of a clarification (“I have not been following the Assembly’s threads; that was more my partner’s purview.”) and the last three all happen in the span of four minutes before Essek exits the episode.

the problem is that within those last four minutes, Essek hit us with

1) showing off a zemnian phrase he learned from Caleb,

2) “he is kind. and he is smart. and he is so strong,” said with such conviction and pride and love that I don’t think I’ll ever recover, and

3) leaving the crafting party to chat with Caleb before bed

which was just. a lot. it was so much and it was so good. so much concentrated shadowgast in those four minutes

this whole ship is built on layered conversations and implications and skirting the obvious (with the exception of the last two minutes of m9 reunited) so to give us four whole minutes of Essek boasting about Caleb, praising Caleb, wanting to go talk to Caleb was particularly potent

thank you Matt Mercer for my life 💕

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[elpida]

"have you? been fine?" he wasn't actually sure if he wanted to know the truth behind that, maybe it was a small mercy to tell him that she was fine. he's out for the weekend. he didn't man to let it show but the disappointment was written all over his face. "does he treat you good?" grant had to know, he had to ask, for his own peace of mind. "is he good to you, better than i was?" he tried to crack it like some form of joke but his lopsided smirk was short lived and yet, utterly charming. he went stiff at the cloth pressing lightly against his lip, tried not to move too much but grant couldn't help but let his eyes drink up every detail he'd longed for, each shade in her eyes, each curve, each defining feature. he'd dreamt of them all.

there were a million questions on the tip of her tongue, ready to spill from her lips the moment the man steps inside the familiar space, but no matter how desperately sienna wanted some answers, part of her didn't want to know. part of her wanted nothing to do with the person that had broken her heart and left her to pick up the pieces. so when his words registered with her, she didn't have the strength to question him. whatever it was, it was not good. no good even came from their relationship. the brunette disappears from the living room for a moment, gathering all the things she would need to clean his wounds before making an appeareance once more. "grant," she murmurs, a soft sigh falling from his lips. " i've been fine," she assures him, because she would rather die than to let him know how miserable she's been without him. " and no, he's out for the weekend, so you have nothing to worry about." she adds, her tone dry as she gently presses a clean cloth against the cut on his lower lip.

[popcornkwantum]

"Jerry is Lincoln's and Scary's biological son, which means teen pregnancy" or "Jerry is adopted"

NO.

It's Scam Likely again

What's the one good thing that Grant and Marco got out of Scams shitty wedding gift? Their son Lincoln. So Scam has learned that the best gift at a wedding is giving someone a child of course

[uldren-sobs]

Them. 🥲

[cutiealls]

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Marc and Jake 💗🌙 love those two , Marc please just pretend to like him

(not my art)