#guys this ship is so good when you literally just pretend everything

[squbibi]

I love them so much it hurts me

[kavehater]

Ships so bad it’s getting me to tolerate h*ik*veh 😖

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hi! i saw you were taking requests for post prison spencer, so hey

i was thinking about spencer meeting a kinda sunshine reader, and it’s like…love at first sight. she’s literally the one to make him smile for good

feel free to add your magic to it, and to ignore it, don’t feel pressure at all!

have a good day/night <3

babe you guys are saving my life with these requests right now! I'm feeling so good about everything I write again <3 enjoy sunshine!reader x post prison!spencer who looks less tense and serious around you

You’re at his desk, sitting there all perfect in your orange button up and flared pants, Mary Janes clicking on the linoleum tile as you tap your pen against your lips. Your hair is scraped back into a ponytail, the plait brushing the spot between your shoulder blades. 

Spencer had asked about you to Penelope, asked about your personality, about how you work- all the important things. What he didn’t ask was if you were gorgeous and Penelope, who loves to divulge, had never said a thing about your looks. 

“Hi, you’re Y/n right?” Spencer’s standing before you, not realising how intimidating he must look till you jolt in your chair. 

You’d been trying to get your morning crossword and read in before the day had officially begun, a habit you’d been trying to keep up with since you started the job. So far it’s been going- the crosswords are boring so you have to pretend to be distracted by it to let it last a bit more than four minutes.

“Oh sorry, I am. You’re Doctor Spencer Reid,” you lean back in your chair, not bothering to hold out a hand to you. Penelope had grilled you on his aversion to germs and touching people more than needed. “I’m sorry about taking over your desk, but they didn’t have any free ones.” 

Spencer shakes his head, you take a moment to look him over. His hair is a bit looser than you’d imagined, Penelope said curly hair and you’d thought tight spirals- he has pretty loose ringlets, dark and mocha-like.

He smells like leather and something else, maybe plum and black currant- it’s a bit of an all encompassing smell that you like already. He’s much prettier too, he looks tired, but still pretty. His stubble presents a problem, you know it’s going to be your downfall. 

“It’s alright, we keep a tight ship. Have they been treating you well?” 

You tilt your head, “The team or the unsubs? Because it’s been too many cases to have real team building.” You grin when Spencer huffs, making his lips twitch. “But I think getting concussed while saving Newbie’s ass counts for something.” 

Luke grumbles as he walks by with his coffee, “You were hired after I was,” patting Spencer on the back when the taller, lithe, man rolls a chair to sit opposite you. 

“Do you still experience headaches or migraines?” Spencer kicks himself when he sees your tongue poke into your cheek- you’re trying hard not to smile at his question. He also thinks he’s doing a shoddy job of flirting but that can be fixed- he’s been in prison for the last three months, he just needs to get back in the swing of things. 

“I’m pretty sure your first official day back starts with you in Emily’s office and not giving me an impromptu physical, Dr. Reid.” His lips twitch again, cheeks jumping as he shakes his head. 

“It’s just a check-up, no physical yet.” he stands, not really giving himself time to overthink what he’s just said. It’s more than a little presumptuous on his part but you don’t call him an asshole or swear at him, so he thinks he’s okay with it. 

“Do you want your desk back, Spencer?” you’re earnest in asking, not wanting to fuck up his routines and his norm. You can tell you like him already and it’s hardly been a fifteen minute conversation. 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll take the one right there.” Spencer points a finger to the desk right in behind yours with a little less severity to his lips, his stubble looking even more attractive as he does so. 

You watch him walk away, willing yourself to be professional about all this, he may be hot but he’s your coworker and you know all about close proximity relationships possibly being shams. You’re not here for that, so Spencer will be a good friend. 

You make your way into the kitchen, steps light as you reach for your mug- a cute blue mug with an orca as the handle. 

“So you come in and the kid’s already obsessed with you?” Rossi’s right beside you, making you jump as you put more than the recommended amount of tablespoons of coffee into your mug. 

“It’s not like that, you all made him out to be this awkward shy mess and he isn’t.” You try to sound as casual as you can, but you profile your own voice and know how it sounds to everyone- wistful. 

“Maybe he’s seen a pretty girl and the ‘awkward shy mess’ melted away,” Rossi places his hands on your shoulders. “He’s a good kid. You can trust in that.” 

You roll your eyes, stirring your coffee. “I’m pretty sure he’s in his thirties, Rossi.” You take the milk from him, pouring it in till your coffee is just at the lip of your mug and smile. “Definitely too old.” 

Rossi waves his hand, “I’ve been married four times, old isn’t a marker for romance anymore. Not when you’re only twenty four.” He leaves you be for a moment, and on your walk back to your desk to fill out the remaining crosswords you mull over his words. 

As you sit, you look down and find it all filled out in black ink, opposed to your blue and you know who did it, if the messy scrawled message is anything to go by- ‘You should get The Washington Post puzzles, much more stimulating.’

[the-fluff-piece]

"Invisible: chose your own romance

- Law or Sanji?

This is a "choose your own adventure" type continuation of "invisible", if you haven't read that, start here. You can chose at the end if you want to be with Sanji or Law, click on the link to get to the corresponding story

Being friends with Sanji went better than expected. He was still the most handsome and awesome man you knew and it would take a while until your feelings would adjust, but it was good as it was. You helped him often in the galley where you talked and joked.

But he didn't stop swooning over Nami and Robin. When he served them, you were still invisible to him. From one moment to the next, they became his entire focus. His shouted praise and confessions of love still hurt, everyday.

But there was something new to occupy your mind: when Law realised that he had fucked up and spilled secrets that weren't his, he apologised sincerely. He also spotted your stamp collection while standing in your door.

"Wow is that an alabasta crowning special edition?" His whole being changed in a second. His usually squinted eyes opened, his mouth formed a little smile and he disrespected your personal space to squeeze past you and inspect your collection.

With care, he looked through the pages and showed he was also a stamp nerd. It was an unexpected bond that formed and he was still a little frightening, but you promised to look at his coin collection as well.

The two pirate ships anchored side by side for the day and everyone met for a big BBQ on the sunny.

You helped Sanji with the grill, handing him things and goving out food for everyone. Helping him out with his duties on the ship had become your favorite pastime. The moments spent together in the galley where moments of privacy, just the two of you.

When you could at least pretend that in other circumstances, he might have chosen you instead of literally any other girl.

You loaded your arms with plates and brought it to your crew and guests all around the ship. As you approached Law with some grilled fish, he patted the seat next to himself.

"Y/n-ya, I got something for you" He looked excited, showing you a rare smile.

Sanji

Sanji was pretty happy. He resolved the issue with Y/n like a man and gained a friend in the process. It was still new to him to have a lady friend that was just his friend, but he liked it. She helped him in the kitchen and kept him company, he could vent about Zoro or even swoon over Nami. The book she had made just for him had a special place in his kitchen and his heart. He felt seen, appreciated on another level than Luffy or Nami appreciated him.

And right now, he grilled tasty food for all his friends. Life was great. He couldn't help but to whistle a tune.

"Wow what's going on there?" Nami pointed behind Sanji.

He turned his head and saw Y/n, sitting on a picnic blanked with that tra-guy. They were awfully close, looking at some kind of thick book together.

Sanji stared as Law produced a magnifying glass and both tried to look through it at the same time, bumping their heads together and laughing.

"Sanji, you OK?" Nami asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked through, as he now realised, gritted teeth.

"You just kind of bit your cigarette off" She looked at the crumbling stump on the floor.

"Must have been in my pocket for too long" He mumbled and pried his gaze from the scene behind him to resume his grill duty.

Throughts raced through his head: why were they so friendly all of a sudden? What were they looking at? How long as this been going on? Why didn't she tell him? They shared everything.

He tried to breathe deeply. She had a right to hang with whomever she wanted. Sanji respected the heart pirates captain for his strength and skill. He was a good guy. This was OK.

He snuck another glance - fuck, are they holding hands?

He turned a bit to fast, throwing a piece of meat in the air with his momentum. Luffy sailed past and caught it with his mouth ("tasty!")

They inspected a small coin on Law's hand, she traced it with her hand - it looked like they were caressing each other - like lovers.

"Sanji, you're turning red" Nami commented.

"It's just really warm at the grill" He groaned as he felt his body tense with anger.

You

It was a great evening, finally you have found a fellow collector who valued a piece's beauty as well as its history.

He was willing to trade an especially ornate coin from a flower island for one of your incredibly detailed Sora stamps.

"This was enjoyable, let's do it again someday!" He eyed the stamp with pure joy in his eyes. You could almost see the boy he must have been once.

"Do you like machines?" He suddenly asked.

"Well, I think they're interesting, but I'm not a machinist" You didn't know where he was going with it.

"You want to see the inner workings of the polar tang?"

He lead you away from the party to the strange submarine he called his home. With a quick "shambles" he transported both of you inside.

He didn't warn you or prepare you in any way - it was like losing your sense of direction and being spun around, condensed into one second. Landing and not knowing where the floor was made you sway and fall directly onto Law's outstretched arm.

He gently pushed you backwards until you were upright again.

"Warn me next time, please!" You huffed.

"Apologies, I should have known" He chuckled. You were pretty sure he did know and he did tease you.

It was pretty dark, there were sparse, little lamps illuminating the hallway. Tiny lights and dials seemed to make up the walls of the ship.

Sanji

Angry puffs of smoke surrounded Sanji as he smoked like a nervous chimney. His thoughts were glued to one subject alone:

What was she doing with that guy? Were they secretly dating? Did they fall in love just now? Did he touch her?

Almost swallowing his cigarette from his gasp, he decided it was his duty to protect her from that guy's tattooed hands. She was so innocent and sweet, the thought of any man groping her made Sanji's legs itchy. If he so much as looks at her in a lusty way, Sanji would kick that gut all the way back to the north blue.

He stomped around the ship in a foul mood.

"Have you seen y/n?" He asked around, "or law?"

"They went back to the tang I think" one of Law's crew indicated the weird submarine.

"Alone?" Sanji grabbed him by the collar.

"I mean, just the two of them!" He said.

Letting him fall from his hands, sanji sprinted as fast as he could toward the ship. If that bastard did something to her he would sink it.

He ripped the door open and ran down the first corridor he could see, crying our her name.

With relief, he heard her answer "I'm here!" And Sanji ran towards the sound. Bending a corner, he saw the most horrifying thing.

Y/n was practically trapped by Law, shoved against some kind of rattling machine. He looked malicious. She looked so small and helpless against him.

"Hey you dirty bastard, let her go!" Sanji challenged the surgeon of death.

You

The polar tangs inner workings actually were quite interesting. The engine and life support were to complicated to understand, but you got the basic principle of the ship. You absolutely had to tell franky about this when you got back.

Law was way taller than you and easily leaned above your head to explain some of the dials and meters to you.

It was kind of exciting. It was hard to deny that he was good looking, in a bad-boy kind of way. But underneath the stoic surface was a nerd for collecting, machinery and medicine. He was so different from Sanji in almost every aspect, but just as appealing.

Keep it together, you can't have your heart broken by another stupid crush. He's out of your league, you told yourself. He's just happy to meet another coin enthusiast, that's all.

In the wrong moment, you looked up at him, and he smiled just right. He looked gorgeous. Dreaded infatuation was driven through your heart like a spear and you blushed, thankful for the cover of darkness.

The rest of his explanation went by in a blur, you both hung on his lips and didn't get a word he was saying.

"Y/n!" Someone screamed. Footsteps could be heard throughout the ship.

"I'm here" you answered, hopefully loud enough.

Not even a second later, Sanji slid around a corner and immediately began shittalking Law.

"Get your dirty hands off her, you bastard!" He screamed, fist raised.

"I'm not even touching her" Law stated calmly.

"He showed me how the submarine works." You told Sanji, demonstrably taking a step back from Law.

Sanji was there in a heartbeat, grabbing you around the waist and dragging you behind him.

"Guess you're leaving. But think about my offer, will you?" Law waved at you and stepped back into the hallway.

With a yank, you landed in Sanji's arms and you were back at the sunny before you realised he had carried you all the way.

When he finally set you down in the safety of the galley, he sighed and began to inspect you.

"Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" His voice sounded distressed.

"Did he....force you to do anything?"He grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes.

"No, we just looked at the engine and the electronics" you mumbled out from between his long fingers.

"He's our ally, calm down" you grabbed his hand to reassure him.

"Tss" He threw his blonde hair around like the diva he was. Anger has reddened his face and squeezed his mouth into an adorable pout.

"Just don't be alone with that guy anymore" he said.

You just rolled your eyes, knowing better than to correct him while he was really on edge.

"What offer was he talking about?" Sanji began chewing the end of his cigarette.

"To join his crew" you stated as sanji flinched.

"Cannot wait to see that guy's face when you turn him down" he grinned maliciously.

"Who said I would?" You looked at his surprised face as the cigarette almost dropped from his gaping mouth.

"Uhm what? You're..You're not seriously considering that. The guy is a weirdo" He gestured wildly, "unpredictable!"

"Don't talk about him like that! He's been a great ally to us. So he's a little introverted, he still has a kind heart" you stated, demonstrably calm.

"He cuts people open! He's...he treat you well!" Sanji's voice morphed into a shriek.

"He's a surgeon, his crew is so nice. Why are you like this?" You got louder as well. It was your decision, not his.

"Promise me you won't go!" He shouted.

"Who do you think you are?" You retaliated, "you can't give me orders! Maybe I want to join his crew? What's it to you? A few weeks ago you didn't even talk to me - now you're aching like...like..." You were so angry, words eluded you.

"Like a man protecting a woman?" Sanji's voice was flat, without emotion.

"...like an overbearing father" you corrected him. The nerve -acting like you suddenly registered as a girl to him.

His face became cold and unreadable, scary.

This had no use anymore.

"Good night Sanji" you didn't wait for his answer and left him in the galley.

After your little argument with Sanji, you packed your bags with the motivation of anger and hurt. But you mostly threw your belongings in without plan or order. A half packed bag, total chaos.

The next morning - the heart pirates would leave and you had to decide if you wanted to go with them. You already talked to Luffy about this - he only told you to follow your heart.

You stood on deck, you bag over your shoulder. When Law saw this he smiled and nodded, Bepo was nervously fumbling and blushing behind him.

You turned back to your old crew to say goodbye, you were sure they would understand. Frankly cried, Luffy looked serious and wished you all the best. Sanji was nowhere to be seen.

As you approached the heart pirates, who were already shouting Greetings, you saw Law nod behind you.

Sanji stood there with a small package in his hands, wrapped in cloth. His cheeks were fiery red as he tried to keep his composure.

"I made you a last bento" His voice was hoarse, breaking, "everything you like. All your favorites. Just promise that you'll eat proper over there." He handed you the box and as his fingers brushed against yours, he couldn't keep it together anymore.

You didn't move, your were both holding the box as he wept and whispered his goodbyes:

"I am sorry I didn't see you. I'm sorry I was so stupid. I wish I could turn back time and make everything right. I didn't know what love meant until I lost you. I... I am so sorry." He whispered so softly that only you could hear it.

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What's going to happen? Will you stay or go?

--> chose Law and go to the heart pirates

--> chose Sanji and stay

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Let's Work it Out

Ettore X (Indifferent Crewmate Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Based on THIS request

Word Count: 1979

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Warnings:: Ettore, swearing, Smut, dub-con, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex (P in V), one brief line is a reference to previous non-con just a proper heads up. It's really quick, but yeah. Just in case.

"I hate this fucking ship." This is the thought that runs through your mind on a constant loop.

When you agreed to take this mission, you had thought it would be a good alternative to prison.But after months of floating around on this metal hellscape, you know you should have just stayed on earth.

Trapped in a tin can with a bunch of arseholes. At least in prison, the population was bigger. You had a better chance of finding people you could stand.

But here? Misery.

Boyse was fucking annoying with her constant bitching "this isn't right", "she can't do this", you know she's right but fuck, you can't change it and neither can she, so at least she could do you all a favor and just shut the fuck up.

Then there's Monte. The high and mighty one who thinks he is too good for the box. He walks around as if he is somehow morally superior to the rest of you, as if he wasn't a murderer too.

"You wouldn't be on this ship if you weren't asshat. Calm down."

Then there is the absolutely insane Dr. Dibs, who is apparently the only other person on this ship that is allowed to touch you and not in a fun way. Doing her freaky experiments knocking all the women up one by one and accidentally killing them off like some fucked up version of Russian roulette.

Then there is Ettore. He doesn't bother you as much as he bothers all the other female inmates, which actually makes him amusing in a way. He's definitely got the creepy staring guy role down, but who could blame him? There isn't much to look at on this stupid ship. Everything looks the same.

There are more irritating, annoying inmates, but you couldn't be arsed to learn their names. Fuck every single person on this ship, as far as you are concerned.

Most days, like today, when you have "free time," you just lay in your bunk. Trying to daydream and imagine you were back on earth before you irreparably fucked your life up.

Nansen is up on her bunk doing the same thing. She doesn't bother you much as she's quiet, and at the moment, Ettore is hanging off her bunk, literally sniffing at her.

"He's so fucking weird" you think as you watch him, trying not to laugh at the fact that this is what passes for amusement around here.

Nansen clearly gets fed up with him sniffing around her like some deranged dog and finally shoves him away.

The frustration on his face finally does you in, and you start laughing, no not laughing, cackling. He responds quickly with a flash of rage before quickly exiting the room.

"Thanks for that, that was actually fun," you yell over to Nansen before you roll onto your side, still chuckling to yourself.

Time moves slowly here and after what felt like hours Nansen left to go do something or other leaving you in the room alone still laying on your side and staring at the wall as if willing it to bring you some sort of escape from this place.

Your eyelids get heavier and heavier as you stare at the wall before they finally slide shut. Only the slight humming of the ship and distant voices can be heard as you feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness.

Until you hear it. The door closing. You open your eyes but don't move. Normally, it wouldn't be weird to hear someone enter the room. It is a shared space, after all. But no one ever closes the door. It's always left open.

You wait a few minutes while you continue to pretend you're asleep. Maybe one of the girls are douching after a visit with Dibs or puking up their sleepy time pills? Best to pretend you are asleep so they don't try to kick you out of the room.

So you wait. For movement, noise, or anything, but you are met with silence.

What feels like eternity passes with your heart thumping in your chest when finally, you turn around to see Ettore sitting on the floor next to your bunk, some of your long loose hair between his fingers.

You instantly jump back.

"Piss off!" You yell while pushing back with your feet towards the wall.

Ettore grips your ankle and drags you across the bunk and onto the floor.

"Arse!" You howl as your back makes contact with the harsh floor. Ettore stares down at you, a predatory look in his eyes.

"Don't you touch me, you prick!" You snarl at him, slowly rising to your feet.

Ettore doesn't say a word. Just slightly tilts his head to the side as his eyes scan you from top to bottom.

This guy isn't a dog, he's a fucking wolf and he is sorely mistaken if he thinks you're a lamb ripe for the slaughter. Yet you can't help but find him oddly enticing, the piercing blue eyes, his fill chest, and the fact that he keeps his mouth shut is a nice bonus.

As he moves toward you, the decision is made, you tackle him, wrapping your arms around his midsection, bringing him to the ground with a loud smack, and straddle his hips.

"Don't fuckin move you prick!" You hold his hands up by his head and are surprised when you see no anger, only unbridled lust.

And then you feel it. He is rock-hard beneath you, and suddenly, the fact that he isn't fighting you off makes sense.

Against your better judgment and any rational sense, you decide to tease him. It's been so long since you have been touched. Why not indulge for a moment?

"You like being under me, don't ya?" You tease as you rock your hips against him.

"Yea, nice place to be" his words are dripping in lust as he pushes his hips against yours grinding his cock against your cunt.

This boy is desperate.

You chuckle to yourself and grind back against him. His eyes roll back slightly as his jaw drops open.

He's so responsive, so much so that it drives heat straight to your core.

"You want me to apologize? For laughing earlier?" You continue to grind against his cock a sensation he loves, if the look on his face is anything to go by.

"Don't care," He grunts as he moves his hips a bit faster against you and closes his eyes.

"What if I said I would apologize by riding that big old cock you have stuffed into those scrubs huh?"

Ettore's eyes flash open, and he stares up at you, licking his lips.

"Would you like that?" You tease as you again roll your hips against him, but you make the mistake of closing your eyes and when you do Ettore wastes no time breaking out from the grips you have on his wrists and flipping you over onto your back.

You grunt at the impact. "Fuck, thought we were getting somewhere?" Your grumble in pain.

"Collectin my apology." He sniffs up the side of your neck before reaching down to pull off your scrub bottoms.

You want to correct him. Maybe explain. What riding him means, but again, you couldn't be arsed.

You push your scrubs down the rest of the way and bring your legs up around his hips.

It's been far too fucking long since you've been fucked and he's weird yeah but he's also hot and is most likely gonna fuck you silly.

Ettore leans forward to capture your mouth, but you turn your head to the side.

No fucking kissing dipshit.

Luckily, he is quick on the uptake and goes for your neck, seemingly unbothered by the subtle rejection.

He brings his hand to your heat, sliding his digits into your leaking wetness.

"Mmmmm" He groans eyes closed as he hovers above you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing small precise circles on the nerve.

You close your eyes and lean your head back, your climax getting closer as he continues his ministrations while gently biting at your neck.

You feel your body tense as you climb that hill, wanton moans slipping from your lips as Ettore slides a finger into your canal, his fingertips exploring, looking for the magic spot that makes a girl go wild.

You take a deep breath in and rock your hips against his hand, your labored breaths, and sounds of pleasure gradually growing in volume, and he knows he's found it.

Ettore gets to work rubbing at the spot deep inside you as he pulls back to watch your face contort in pleasure.

It's so primal. Emotions aren't necessary. Just basic physical need and gratification, one of the driving forces behind Ettore's every move.

He quickly removes his finger from you and grips your thighs tightly, pulling you up to him, and plunges himself inside you in one swift thrust.

The only thing he feels.

He audibly groans at the sensation, jaw hanging slack as his pace quickly increases.

He has tunnel vision. He wants that sensation and needs that sensation, and there is not a thing in heaven, on earth, or this damn ship that is going to stop him now.

In just moments, his pace is punishing the hard smack of his hips against your skin and the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain have you reeling.

"Fuck!" You bite your lower lip nearly breaking the skin as he bullies your insides, hitting all the right spots with each violent thrust.

He watches himself entering you memorized be each movement. He is practically drooling seeing your fluids building up on the base of his cock. Dampening the short blonde curls that grow there.

He can't help but think to himself how much better it is when they want it.

He brings his thumb to your clit working the nub in small circles wanting that clench he knows you can give him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your eyes fly back open as you hit your peak temporarily going deaf, body numb to all feeling other than the overwhelming pleasure.

Ettore smiles, not a happy smile, more of a victory smile. It's time to chase his peak, to take what he wants needs.

As you begin to float back down from your high, Ettore is climbing his. Every thought in him consists of reaching that goal. That euphoria.

His grunting grows louder, and his legs begin to shake as he pushes his body to its limit, determined to have the most intense experience he can create.

"If you ever want to do this again, you'll pull out." You don't know if he will heed your warning. He doesn't care about you. Why should he? You do hope that his needs in the future will outweigh his wants right now, but only time will tell.

He says nothing, his eyes closed as he groans loudly, you feel him stiffen, and just as you think he is going to ignore your warning, he pulls out shooting his spend onto your quivering thighs.

You both stay put a moment before you reach into your laundry and snatch up a shirt that's meant for washing, wiping yourself down.

Ettore watches you intently before finally opening his mouth. You see him debate with himself whether or not he should say whatever it is he is planning on saying.

You watch the gears move in his head moderately, amused as you start to put your bottoms back on.

"Good grief, just say it." You can't help but lose your patience. He is back to being the weird, staring guy, and it's irritating.

"Again?" He finally mutters.

You chuckle as you realize he is confirming that this is going to happen again.

"Sure" you shrug "Need something to do on this fucking ship"

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"You just hate that Catra got a redemption arc!"

Wrong.

I hate that Catra got a bad redemption arc. Where everyone is just suddenly cool with her because she gave a very unconvincing and very unspecific apololgy. Once.

S1-4 actually did a good job of setting it up. It's made clear multiple times that, yes, while Catra did have a shitty childhood and most of her issues can be chalked up to Shadow Weaver being a horrible mother, it still doesn't mean she's automatically in the right. Both the narrative and the characters contiuously call Catra out on her actions and on her insistence that everything bad she does is actually someone else's fault. Adora literally gets a whole-ass speech in the s3 finale where she tells Catra that, no, the bad things Catra has done and does aren't on Adora, or Hordak, or even Shadow Weaver - it's on Catra. It's always been on Catra. She doesn't get to pretend to be a victim. She made her choice. And she has to live with that. S4 has Double Trouble repeat those exact same points word for word.

S5 is where Stevenson completely fumbled it. Because starting with s5, Catra is suddenly absolved of the most important thing in a redemption arc: Taking accountability.

"But Celty," I hear you say, "Catra does take accountability! She apologizes to the people she's hurt! She says she's working on her anger issues!"

Yeah, one measly "uwu I'm sowwy" isn't enough to make up for, let's see: kidnapping, torture, attemtped murder, actual murder, attemtpted genocide, actual genocide and years upon years of physical and emotional abuse.

Two characters in the cast react to Catra suddenly showing up in Camp Good Guy like they should: Frosta and Netossa. And both are immediately convinced that Catra is actually nice now, because Adora said so and so all is forgiven. No need for Catra to actually work to earn these people's trust. No reason to elaborate on how complicated Catra's sheer presence must make everything, because how are the Princesses supposed to feel about suddenly having to work with the ex-leader of the Horde? The woman who took an active part in attacking and destroying their kingdoms?

Other SPOP crits have pointed this out, but it's very convenient that both Scorpia and Mermista, two people Catra has hurt in a far more personal manner, (the destruction of Salineas and the continued abuse toward Scorpia) are chipped and therefor absent from the Good Guy team once Catra and the Best Friend Squad return to Etheria. Once again, Catra is absolved of having to put any work into redeeming herself. Even when everyone unites in the finale, Catra doesn't get to apologize to Scorpia because Scorpia forgets all her character development from s4 and just hugs Catra like nothing bad ever happened between them. Mermista meanwhile is stuck making a joke about Hordak just being let off the hook for war crimes, which is doubly ironic because Catra is right fucking there being portrayed as an uwu poor kitty-cat. We don't get to see how Mermista feels about the woman who destroyed her homeland suddenly being acquitted because she's She-Ra's girlfriend now. Let's not even start with the non-reaction Entrapta has to seeing Catra again. Catra, who Entrapta genuinely believed was her friend, and who not only had her shipped off to Beast Island and, in her mind, certain death, but also let Hordak, who Entrapta had a bond with, believe that Entrapta betrayed and abandoned him. Gentle reminder that Entrapta was so heartbroken about the fact that she really was abandoned on Beast Island by everyone that she started to succumb to the signal in an instant and would have actually died if Bow hadn't snapped her out of it with her hyperfixation. Gentle reminder that Entrapta is capable of holding a grudge, as in s3 she calls Adora out for seemingly having left her behind in the Fright Zone. But because it's Catra, suddenly Entrapta magically doesn't mind having to tend to the woman who shocked her unconscious and had her shipped off to a violent death.

Oh and let's not forget the elephant in the room: Not once, in the entirety of s5 does Catra ever take responsibility for killing Angella. Glimmer suddenly forgets all about Catra being the one who indirectly murdered Angella. She doesn't bring it up once and instead is slowly browbeaten into making nice with Catra through solitary confinement. The Glimmer/Catra friendship in s5 is so forced and so out of nowhere. Bow also forgets that Catra kidnapped him and his best friend/love interest to the Fright Zone and that because of her, Glimmer was suffering from her powers going haywire for quite a while, which, may I remind you, left her with spasms painful enough to have her writhing on the floor unable to move. What is Bow's reaction to Catra when she joins the team? To gush about how cute her sneeze is. I hate it here.

As for the whole "she's working on herself" - no she isn't.

S5 Catra is the exact same person as s1-3 Catra. Only now she gets away with her bs because the writers decided she's a good guy now.

S5 Catra is still a violent, self-serving, abusive asshole. She still blames others for her fuck-ups, still resorts to verbal and physical abuse to deal with her emotions, still would rather have the entire world destroyed than have Adora's world not revolve solely around her. Honestly, Catra saying that she always loved Adora is laughable, because like an episode earlier she left Adora in the woods, crying her eyes out and begging for Catra to stay, during possibly the hardest time of Adora's life. "But she came back!1!!" She came back after, once again, making Adora feel like absolute shit for trying to save people. Not to mention one of the reasons Adora was so deadset on stopping Horde Prime, even at the cost of her own life, was that Catra literally begged her to. Catra told Adora that if Horde Prime wasn't stopped, they'd all be looking toward a fate worse than death. Then suddenly towards the finale, Catra changes her tune and whines that Adora has decided to take the Heart, making it out like Adora just loves playing hero, when the show literally spells it out that Adora is the only one who can do this. Everyone else would literally die if they took the Heart. Adora/She-Ra is the last hope Etheria, no, the universe has at this point. Again, that's not just in Adora's head, that's something the plot itself confirms over and over again. But we're still supposed to side with Catra when she pushes Adora into the dirt and victim-blames her.

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 21

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI! ― Summary: After the Qata GP Yn and some friends decide to go on a mini vacation before the next racing weekend, but different from other times she keeps her phone close and makes sure she’s sharing how things are happening through her lenses. ―  A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. Everything else is made up by me, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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theofficialyn qatar dumpppp 💙

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russellsaint yes, babe, but you're really gonna ignore the make-out pics?

⤷ schumini47 omg leave her alone!!!! 🙄🙄

lewishamilton I look good 😙

⤷ landonorris yeah and I look awful, what in the hec, yn??!

⤷ theofficialyn I am still learning, lan!!!!! 😔

swiftleclerc it's so weird seeing her and lando, like out of all the drivers she included lando on her dump?!

⤷ princessyn they're friends, she posted about him while in Miami too, there's nothing new. plus, he was on the podium

⤷ keepupwhamiltons lando is close with lewis too, I think they're friends way before we know 🤷🏼

tracklimitss IS THAT CORINNA ON THE LAST PIC??

mickyn in my head the second pic is mick, let me live in delusion, bye

sainzfrance those shoes are fireee 🔥

masoncity no signs of mase on the likes 👁️👁️

⤷ chelseablues this is so weird, get a life (I'm curious too, lmk if he shows up)

mickshoemaker I am so relieved to see she's posting, for a second I thought she would deactivate after those pap pics

franciscac.gomes linda! 💗

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gina_schumacher I look cute 🥰

⤷ theofficialyn you’re always cute 🩷

⤷ pierregasly franciscac.gomes where are you to comment I look cute too?

⤷ charles_leclerc pierre looks cute too!! ☝🏻

⤷ grandmonza they're so funny omg complete chaos LOL

pophamilton SOFT LAUNCHING YN FINALLY!!!!

mickandyn I prayed for moments like this

mercmick I love how it's really a dump, there's no color aesthetic behind, just the pictures ❤️

lewishamilton out of all the pictures?

⤷ theofficialyn shut up, I was the one who chose it 🥺

⤷ moonsainz OMG SHE CHOSE IT WDHSKJHKLSDFHJKJHF

ferrarihoax where are the girlies who were saying Yn was dating mason?? LOL

franciscac.gomes wait for meeee, I'll get there tomorrow 🫠

⤷ theofficialyn I'll include you on my dump, kika 💗

⤷ tsunodaalpine I love how she's interacting with every comment as if it was her own post

mercedesamgf1 see you guys on Thursday! 🫡

malibucyrus I understand the fuss with yn and mick, but can we also appreciate how yn and gina are close? mickyn is literally my fav ship because you can see how there's so much love their families can't help but fall too ❤️

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mickschumacher through my eyes 🤍

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estebanocon ❤️ really happy for you, mate!

mercedesamgf1 finally!!!! 😍

⤷ alpinepierre LMAO

theofficialyn thank you for loving me the way you do 🤍

⤷ mickschumacher thank YOU for letting me love you ❤️

minimacher47 the way she’s looking at him in the second pic, that’s what we’ve been talking about. It must have been so hard for them to hide it 😭

monzaart mick, share more pics with the class, I beg you

albonno he’s such a simp

mercciado it’s over for us bitches

marvelmercedes the hold he has on her jaw, I- oop 🫦

georgerussell63 I’m gonna pretend I’m surprised ❤️

⤷ rodeoricciardo he‘s such a little shit, I love him lol

danielricciardo mick.jpg when?

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lewishamilton luv u, guys ❤️

⤷ hammertimme if they have Lewis’ blessing who are we to be against?

franciscac.gomes I’m so happy for you!!! You deserve all the love 💕

mickschumacher ❤️ you and me, always

⤷ theofficialyn always ❤️

⤷ 1dferrari crying, shaking, giggling, throwing up, grinning like a devil

landonorris 🧡

mclatas him with angie, him holding flowers, him napping omg thank you for your service, Yn!!!!

norrissza he’s really boyfriend material, I have the proof, I have it printed! *toto’s voice*

gina_schumacher 😍😍😍 officially family yayy!!

⤷ zendaya44 wdym officially? Are they’re about to marry?

⤷ charleslepole idc, whatever gina says its the law. If she’s saying Yn’s oficially family she is!! 💋

lewissunshine I can’t wait for this Sunday!!!!!!

lilyhme so precious 🩷

charles_leclerc I was so scared I would spill it by accident, finally!!!

⤷ pierregasly SAME!

charles_leclerc I love you two btw

roscoelovescoco I’s approvess 🥰

⤷ braziliangp I wonder if this was Lewis or Yn who typed it LOL

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Current fics and things that have me in a chokehold

In the order I found them in because I cannot pick a favorite

The Night We Met (Or Didn’t Meet) by moonagedaydreamsx on ao3 ( @lilyflxwers on here). Literally found this a few weeks ago and have obsessively been commenting paragraphs on it and living and dying for it, it’s almost complete and I will be heartbroken when it’s over, (not because it’s a sad ending but because that means no more updates). It’s a wonderful little texting (but not like a texting only fic if that makes sense)/coffee shop jegulus au, we have all the angst and humor and good times in this one. Highly recommend.

Sunkissed by fadingtostardust on ao3 ( @fadingtostardust here as well). Found this one like a day after I found the night we met and it has also had me absolutely insane (the paragraphs I have commented on both of these fics are actually embarrassing, if anyone sees me in the comments, no you fucking didn’t). This one is a wonderful jegulus Twilight au except non-problematic. So like not appropriating native tribes and actually being conscious of things. ALSO the amount of research put into vampire and werewolf lore is insane and the research chapter has fucking HYPERLINKS? Okay, pop off

Broken Records, Broken Hearts by my lovely and incredible friend @maraudering-times this is a socmed band au with literally like every ship almost it’s just getting started but oof when I tell you it’s gonna be a WHOLE THING (I love having insider information, all I can say is I’m very very excited for the parts that have yet to come out so everyone should follow along, I’m obsessed with everything she does and no, I’m not biased at ALL)

I don’t know what it’s called but this jegulus exes socmed au by @ccccatttta oh my god you guys I haven’t been normal about this, not one bit. I’m also in the comments on so many of these just like dying. They post like 8 parts a day or more if we’re lucky so I literally have notifications on here turned on for them because I WILL NOT be missing a single part, nope nope nope. It has humor and angst and it has me climbing and eating my walls

Okay, that’s all the ones that are driving me insane and literally eating my brain right now, I’ve subscribed to them all or turned on notifications for them, and I am hopelessly obsessed and unfortunately I think the authors are incredibly aware of this fact as I don’t even TRY and hide it. I’m shameless your honor, I’m not even gonna pretend I’m sorry about it.

[karlachismylife]

character ask thingy for konig, thank you sm I hope your day is going great! <3

Oooh, König! I'm not talking about him much on here, am I? Might have something to do with the betrayal of my friend whom I dragged into the COD fandom for my Karlach x Soap team or at least Ghoap only to lose her to the Ghost x König gang... (I'm joking, we're still having fun, ship whomever you want). Thanks for asking!! And also thank you, my days are pretty okay lately, hope yours are too <3

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So, König, the big Austrian that has literally a couple parapgraphs of bio on the wiki but a ton of fans to make up for it, eh?

favorite thing about them

I'll do two, because one is mostly canon based and the other mostly headcanon, but not fully. The canon favourite thing is that he's imperfect at his job. It's not just his size that prevented him from becoming a sniper, it also says he is "unable to stay still". I think it would be easy to make him a total machine and just slap the social anxiety on top as the only "imperfection" he has, especially since he is a minor character in a fucking pew pew ka-boom game. But they literally said he's actually not that good at his job (like, if he's unable to stay still, this won't impact just his sniper abilities, you know?). So that's neat, I love when people are allowed to be not that perfect at their job. And the favourite headcanon thing is that he's a gentle giant, I just love the type. Yeah, he's huge and kills people, but he'll also cradle a little bunny like it's the most precious creature on Earth.

least favorite thing about them

Uhh apart from the fact that people for some reason (ahem, racism) replace Gaz with him instead of just adding him?.. I think he either compensates for his anxiety or just feels much more confident at work and it makes him a little too cocky without needed (for me at least) charisma/unseriousness towards himself. Judging mostly from his body language. I know he has a sense of humour, but yeah... maybe calm down a little big guy.

favorite line

Any of the few lines in German he has. Or the "pick your guts off the floor", lol. I just like German and König is a funny fella, especially when he sounds angy.

brOTP

König x Gaz! There have been a couple arts on the theme and I absolutely adore them. Stop pretending they can't coexist! Also, Kyle would definitely find a way with words to make König feel more at ease off duty or would handle the way König is in the field easily.

OTP

I don't actually have any preferences at all, I like everything I see with him simply because people explore different dynamics and it's the most fun part for me. BUT I'll say like what I saw from Ghoap x König less because everything I saw puts Soap into a position/dynamic I don't really enjoy that much. Doesn't mean there isn't something I'll like a lot tho!

nOTP

As always, nOTPs are not my thing, but toxic stuff upsets me.

random headcanon

Also giving you two: he loves wearing lingerie but is a little bit ashamed of it and definitely hides it and he's generally a sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so a slice (several) of good Sachertorte will make him really happy.

unpopular opinion

Uhh... he doesn't have a huge dick?.. No one in my universe does cuz I don't see the appeal (we have huge straps in my universe tho. but toys are separate). I don't know what's popular opinion lmao, sorry.

song i associate with them

Oooh, I actually have one this time! It's from my favourite German band Oomph! - "Kleinstadtboy". I like the whole album it's from because they experimented with their sound and quite successfully in my opinon, and this one has both the lyrics (yeah it's about gayyyys but also toxic masculinity in general. fits him well I think) and the according sound. The overblown dry electronics crackling/rasping just suits him, I think. I think he smells of static electricity too.

favorite picture of them

I don't really have one? But I like him doing different finishers. Looks impressive thanks to his size.

[outsidersheadcanons]

i’m literally chomping at the bit to hear anything you have to say abt stevepop-

but also specifically if you have any thoughts on them cuddling bc awee

YES :D I LOVE STEVEPOP‼️

To start their dating life isn't that different from their platonic one (except now there's. kissing and stuff lol). But they still horse around like they always did. (One reason I love this ship is bc I'm such a sucker for best friends who are in love 😭)

I think in a modern sense Steve and Sodapop would be considered bisexual (they both still like girls very much. Don't take these guys to the beach man 💀) but they aren't too into labels and wouldn't identify as such. (They're gay in like.. a cowboy way if that makes sense)

Darry was really surprised when Soda told him that he was with Steve. It was the last thing he could've expected 😭 but he was more confused and concerned for their safety than anything (One time they saw a movie together and got home a little late, Darry nearly killed Soda bc he was so worried)

It took a little while but Darry got used to it (Not bc he was against it or anything, but seeing two guys cuddle with each other was... different.) He kept the same rules Soda had to follow when he had girls over for Steve (keeping bedroom doors OPEN, being honest, and respecting curfew)

Ponyboy. is the BIGGEST hater of the relationship. Not bc he's a bigot but bc it's Steve Randle 💀 Whenever Soda calls Steve to say goodnight he always makes sure to gag and retch in the background 😭

Because it's the 60s (and it's Oklahoma too. And let's not pretend homophobia just. ceased to exist in 2015. Even in a modern AU they would still be discriminated against) Steve and Soda can't really be affectionate in public and it KILLS Soda. He really misses being able to hold someone's hand in public ☹️

Steve isn't a huge cuddler (but after being w/ Soda that changed fast. He was actually shocked when he found out how good it felt to just be. held ☹️)

I feel like everything that happened. was just a lot for both Steve and Soda (I feel like we forget abt Steve sometimes, and how traumatized he was. Esp in the book. The gang is the only family he has and two members died in the span of a week ☹️). They both felt like they were the only people who could really understand what they were feeling (and with Soda he REALLY didn't want to give someone he didn't know his heart.)

[d3vils-island]

Hi, can you write about reader and Dave where they're in a dinner with her parents, she says sum like "daddy, can you pass me the salt?" or anything like that, and both her father and Dave grab the salt? Thanks!

Sorry for my bad english and if this is very cliche too

Not gonna lie, at first I thought this idea was garbage, but then I actually started writing it and I literally fell in love with it. Anyways, I apologize this is kinda late, I wasnt very moritvated to write recently, but I pushed through!! Also— I wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be a smut… so I made it one just in case… I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! 🫶🫶😣🎀

Pass the Salt (82’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

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Description: Your parents are convinced that your boyfriend Dave is a terrible person and he’ll break your heart. To convince them otherwise, you invite Dave over to your parents for dinner to clear the air. That is, until everything just gets worse.

Warnings: PORN W/ PLOT! (as always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts), daddy kink, rough sex, second hand embarrassment, oral (female receiving) blah blah blah basically all the good shit about sex.

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Dave and you had been in a relationship ship for years now, and it was no secret. However, despite your passionate love for one another, your parents kept trying to find you someone else since they— to put it lightly,— hated him. You tried your best to convince them otherwise, but their minds were already made up.

To try and convince them Dave was all good and no bad— or at least very little bad— you decided to have him eat dinner with you and your parents.

You showed up to your parents house a bit before Dave so you could help them with the set up, and talk your parents into being kind to Dave despite their hatred towards him.

“He’s not good for you sweetie… he’s an alcoholic-druggie-outcast who will eventually break your heart.” Your father said while your mom nodded her head in agreement. “Is there seriously no one else out there you could date instead of him?” You mother said concerned.

“Look guys, I appreciate your worry… but I love Dave, and he loves me. He would never break my heart.” You responded, continuing to set up the table for dinner. Your mother gave you a look, almost as if she was saying ‘mother knows best’, but in this case, she didn’t know anything when it came to how much you and Dave loved each other.

Once you finished setting up the table, you walked over to your parents. “Please, just… don’t make anything awkward, and Atleast pretend to like him, just for tonight.” You pleaded, and they both nodded their heads.

Suddenly, a knock could be heard at the door. “Coming!” You yelled, running up to the door and opening it.

“Davie!” You squealed, embracing him in a tight hug. You invited him in, but the entire time he was walking next to you, you felt your parent’s eyes on him, looking with disgust.

Dave offered his help, to which your mother kindly took. He started helping out with the cooking while you all chatted.

“So, what do you do for work?” Your father asked. “Well currently, I work at a gas station a few miles from here.” He smiled. “Interesting.” Your father commented, and you could feel his hatred for Dave grow by the second. You just prayed that nothing would happen that would cause them to hate Dave any more than they do now.

A few minutes later, and the food was prepared. You helped bring stuff to the dining room table, and eventually you all sat down, digging in.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and the awkward silence wasn’t helping. You eyed your parents and they seemed to mind their business, but you were so scared of what they were thinking.

You tried to distract yourself from the situation by paying more attention to the food on your plate. You took a bite, but it wasn’t quite to your satisfaction.

“Daddy, can you pass the salt?” You asked.

Two hands instinctively reached over to the little glass container of salt at the table, bumping into each other before backing away. “Sorry sir.” Dave said, before he quickly grabbed the salt and handed it to you before your ‘actual daddy’ could.

It was like the universe heard your cry for help, the cry for things to not get any worse, and said ‘fuck you’ then did the complete opposite of what you asked.

Dave set the little container next to you on the table as you burried your face in your hands. You peeked an eye out between your fingers and saw Dave, a big smirk plastered over his dumb face. Then you glanced over at your father, who looked like a pot that was about to boil over.

The awkward silence continued, and you eventually took your face out from your hands, putting the salt all over your food.

Dave tried to start up a conversation, but there was no saving what had already been done. God, you just wish this night would be over.

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Eventually, you all finished your food. Dave aided in the cleanup, before he finally went off on his way. You chatted with your parents for a bit , but left shortly after before deciding to go over to Dave’s house.

You knocked on the door before coming in, looking over and seeing him in the couch watching TV. He instantly grabbed the remote and muted it, paying attention to you.

“That was a total disaster!” You yelled, walking in front of the couch and sitting next to him as he wrapped one of his arms around you.

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad… I thought it went well.” He rubbed small circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

“Are you serious? I say ‘pass the salt daddy’ and you reach for it!” Dave just let out a deep laugh, covering his face with his free hand.

“I can’t lie, that was hilarious to see his reaction-” He paused, looking you in the eyes. “-and I technically wasn’t lying, since I am your daddy…just in the bedroom.” God, you wanted to strangle him right here and now so he’d shut up.

“Dave, seriously. Stop it.” You stated, but you couldn’t help but feel a smile start to crawl upon your lips, tugging the corner of your mouth upward.

“You’re right baby…” he took a breath, fixing his posture so he was leaning over you more. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure everything with your parents will be fine.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours, moving them in sync softly. You parted for a second.

“I can’t even think of a time I called you ‘daddy’” you giggled. “I can remember a few… but maybe you were just too clouded by the pleasure you were receiving to remember.” Dave smiled smugly as your face heated up.

“Oh hush.” You playfully slapped his chest.

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He leaned down again to kiss you, this time he grabbed your jaw and pulled you deeper into the kiss. “How bout I make you call me daddy again, and this time you actually remember it.” He chuckled.

“You can try.” You challenged him.

“Fine by me.” He suddenly picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom and tossing you roughly on the bed. You couldn’t lie, you loved when he was rough with you.

“Don’t hold back then.” You eyed him as he crawled on top of you.

“Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it.” His hands started roaming your body. Under your shirt, over your neck, across your thighs. Every time he touched you, you felt a fire of lust burn brighter and brighter in your chest. You stared sliding your top off, and he followed along, taking his own clothes off before you two were eventually stripped to your undergarments.

Your bare skin against the cold air made you shiver, just before Dave’s warm hands started groping your body again. He leaned down and kissed you, your tongues tangling together. With each second that passed, you felt a heat between your legs grow. You started rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of friction, hoping Dave wouldn’t notice your eagerness, but he did.

“You’re already so needy and we just started…” he groaned, gripping your knees and spreading your legs apart. His rough hands slid closer to your cunt as he placed his thumb against the soaked fabric that was your panties, rubbing small circles against your heat. The sensation was just enough to cause you to whine, but not enough to make you feel good. “Fuck, I need you…” you whimpered. Dave took his thumb away from the thin fabric before her slid his hand up your shoulders, snapping your bra strap against your sensitive skin. He pinched the fabric and slowly slid it off your shoulders, then he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, sliding it off and tossing it to the side before he began massaging your breasts. He planted soft kissed on your chest, before they quickly turned into harsh bites; which would definitely leave marks.

His kisses trailed down your stomach as his hand slid to your hips, taking your underwear off before he lifted your thighs on top of his shoulders. His head found its way right between your legs as he began planting kisses on your inner thigh and rubbing circles on it with his thumb. He waisted no time as he began sucking on your clit while his fingers dove into your sopping pussy. The sudden pleasure caused you to nearly suffocate Dave with your legs, but he used his free hand to hold one of your thighs to the side.

You started mumbling nonsense, too clouded by the sudden pleasure to think straight. “Hmm?” Dave questioned your muffled rambling. “Fuck-! Don’t stop…” you whined. “That’s not what I wanted to hear,” he stopped giving attention to your throbbing cunt, looking up at your ecstasy-drunken face.

“Don’t stop… daddy..” you muttered, feeling your heart race and face heat at the nickname.

“That’s my girl.”

Dave immediately started eating you out like you where his last meal, licking and sucking his plate clean. Your body was shaking, and your grip on Dave’s hair only got tighter. However, as soon as he felt your legs tremble too much and your moans get louder, he stopped in his tracks and placed your legs back down on the bed.

“Not yet baby.” He hushed your pleads for release. His hands suddenly gripped your hips and turned around so your head was buried in the pillows with your ass up; just how he liked it. You heard the sound of fabric rustling before something was tossed to the corner of the room.

Dave’s tip teased your entrance as his hands had a harsh grip on your hips, thumb rubbing a circular motion on it. Dave leaned down to your ear, and you felt his hot breath against it.

“Ready?” He cooed, and before you could even respond, you felt his entire cock get slammed into you. Your back arched and your nails dug into the sheets, your loud moans being muffled as your head was buried in the pillows while Dave began fucking you relentlessly. The sounds of the bed creaking, skin slapping against skin, and your moaning filled the room. Each time Dave pounded into you, you felt him go deeper and deeper, kissing that spot inside of you that made your back arch more with every one of his thrusts.

His thrusts were consistent, fast, and hard, just how you liked. Dave moved some of your hair off the back of your neck, leaning down and planting sweet, timid kisses along your spine, in contrast to his rough and powerful thrusts. You never thought you’d scream the name daddy, until tonight, when Dave had your back arched and nails digging into the plush cloth of the bed.

Dave’s caring kisses turned into harsh bites as he sucked and bit at your neck, definitely leaving marks. You suddenly felt a string tighten in your abdomen, signaling that your release was near. You felt Dave’s thrusts get sloppier, his grip on you tightening as his release was also approaching.

“Oh fuck, Daddy!” You whined as Dave’s fingernails dug into your pretty and soft skin, leaving red marks. You felt the string tighten even more, threatening to snap at any second.

The little string inside you finally tore, and you felt a wave of pure ecstasy and pleasure wash over you. Your whole body was trembling and your breath was staggered. Dave slowed his thrusts down and pulled out, stroking himself before you felt a hot liquid spill on your back. Dave muttered something to you, but you were too drowned in pleasure to hear what he said. A minute later, he showed up with a towel in his hands and he began wiping your back down. You hazily looked up at Dave and he had a reassuring smile on his face as he tossed the towel to the side, pulling you under the covers with him.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He whispered to you as he stroked your hair.

“Not at all, if anything, you could have gone a bit rougher.” You both laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

[pluckyredhead]

Red Hood and the Outlaws #6 (2011)

Hey, remember when I was recapping this series? Well, unfortunately for all of us, I'm gonna do it some more.

I will admit this is a pretty good cover.

This shit, however, makes me so mad. What an absolutely lazy waste of space. This comic is 20 pages long, not including the cover. That means that this two page spread is literally an entire tenth of the story, and it's used to convey...what? That Jason just fought some guys who were trying to smuggle nukes into Miami.

A two-page spread is meant to deliver impact: a crucial moment in the story, a stunning piece of art, an impressive sense of scale (Galactus looming over the Earth, whatever). This does none of that. Most of the page is just a teal gradient; Rocafort didn't even bother to draw an impressive underwater scene. (I kind of don't blame him, because it would have been a waste of his time, since this scene is NOT NARRATIVELY IMPORTANT.)

Also, the page before this is also a splash, and the one after is three panels depicting Jason caught in an explosion, and that's a generous description considering that one of the panels has nothing in it but bubbles. So now we're up to TWENTY percent of the comic, a full FIFTH of the story, and we have conveyed LITERALLY NOTHING except "Jason got caught up in an underwater explosion."

This is lazy writing and lazy art. This is charging the reader for 20 pages of story and delivering maybe seven, content-wise. It's shamelessly ripping off the audience, and they aren't even trying to pretend they aren't doing it. I don't know if Lobdell didn't have enough story in him or if he was trying to give Rocafort more time to drawn stupid little lines all over everything, New 52-style, but it pisses me off.

Anyway, Jason wakes up on an island a few days later (and a narration box on the first page established that this takes place before RHATO #1):

This page has six panels which is a very respectable amount, although I still don't think it's a great use of space. But I guess Rocafort was really busy adding wood texture to all the panel borders for no reason. Anyway the little pile of leaves Kori has graciously dropped over Jason's dick is very funny.

Jason wakes up, tries to demand his pants from Kori at gunpoint, and passes out again. He has a flashback to the world's most hideous Nightwing costume:

Awful. Also, Jason flounces off in a bratty little fit in the next couple panels, but I support him, because if you actually read what Dick's saying, it's meaningless filler.

See, now this is an appropriate use of a two-page spread for impact and scale. Much more effective. Imagine how effective it would have been if every other spread for five issues hadn't tried and failed at this!

Kori offers Jason some clothing, which turns out to be the hideous Nightwing suit, and Jason flashes back to Under the Red Hood: Shitty Version:

Who needs "Because he took me away from you" when we have whatever the fuck this is?

Jason gets all upset. Kori sniffs Dick's costume and says she can't remember his name, but she has fond memories of the guy who used to wear it. There's a flashback of her and Dick and Roy in action together. Okay, so she clearly remembers Dick and Roy at least somewhat, which is probably Lobdell starting to walk back the controversial amnesia bullshit in the first issue.

Jason tells Kori his connection to Dick and asks if she's mad, which...even setting aside Kori's memory issues and general lack of grudge holding in any continuity, why would she be mad that Jason has the same mentor as a guy she remembers fondly? Anyway, she is indeed not mad and they hug it out. If this is supposed to be depicting Jason's smug "I've been with her" in the first issue, it...really doesn't read like they boned.

Jason's narration on the last page further obscures things:

"Friendship and romance are really the same thing. Anyway LET'S TALK ABOUT ROY HARPER." Okay I know that's me reading with ship goggles but it truly is a very funny transition.

So that's how Jason met Kori! She...pulled him out of the water, and they discussed how they both knew Dick. Definitely worth spending a whole issue on that very interesting story!

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

So, Across the Spiderverse has had me in a chokehold since I watched it. Could you imagine a Yuu in the House Mouse au who is not exactly powerless, but her abilities are not magic-based? Welcome to the crossover that nobody asked for, and I'm gonna pretend that secret identities don't exist for a moment and that disrupting canon events from astv don't exist.

Spider!Yuu's spidey senses can tell when danger is afoot. Whenever she's on the clock, there's fewer accidents and just swings by before Goofy trips and tosses all the dishes. She can tell when either Pete or Mortimer are here.The staff can rely on her for cleaning the high ass ceilings because she can climb up walls with no problem. And her webs make the best Halloween decor.

Von Drake and Jumba being so fascinated with Yuu's anatomy and intelligence. Whether has organic webbing or made web shooters of her own, they want so badly to experiment on them (definitely not gonna try to get bit by a radioactive spider too, nope).

Jamil being torn from freaked out to having a crush on a girl with spider powers. Jafar trying to convince him that she's not an actual spider so that his ship could sail

Yuu making a web hammock to calm down the little kids in the club. Next minute she's having a strength competition with Hercules and Gaston because she can lift up to ten tons.

The clubgoers seeing her memories and freaking over the fact that Yuu has been up against so many dangerous foes and life or death situations such as the iconic train scene. It scares them even more than the overblots do.

The Parr family from the Incredible (if they're here in the au), feel so bad because she's doing vigilante work all on her own. Edna mode upgrades Yuu's spider suit to a new level with glee.

Yuu: No capes please. It's disrespectful to my image.

Edna: *sniffle* Would you like to be my daughter?

Okay okay okay first of all I'm going to vent a bit about ATSV because Pavitr my boy, my sunshine, my everything is literally so important to me like hell yeah give me the south asian/brown kid representation (now if only there was an young asian girl with a bob so I can feel better about that Dora the Explorer look my mum forced me to have throught 90% of primary school whilst all of my friends got to grow their own hair out)

Also not going to lie the only reason I'm into ATSV is because I've been a Mayday Parker stan since 2017 - like she is everything (and her backstory is just so sad like PeterMJ didn't deserve that). My favourite spider-people after Peter are his multiversal daughters because girldad Peter is everything (I actually own physical copies of the Renew Your Vows comics that are about Peter and MJ's daughter, Annie-May Parker, and they are so frickin good) but I digress...

Yes but Spider-Girl!Yuu is so cool. Thank you for giving me this idea.

I don't know if I want Yuu to have her own Guy in the Chair back in her universe and for Idia to feel jealous/threatened or for her to have no guy in the chair until she comes to twst and Ortho is like 'my time has come'

Ohh imagine the insane parkour skills she, Ruggie and Aladdin would have.

I know that being insanely smart in science is a Peter Parker thing and doesn't really apply to all Spider-People but I think she would be a science whizz (and joining the science club - making Crewel's already glaringly obvious favouritism skyrocket) and hanging out with all of the scientist characters like Prof Von Drake, Jumba, Yzma etc.

Her and Herc would be training buds. He'd see her and her heroics and superhuman friend and be like 'new best friend :D'. Phil loves the heroic potential she has and wants to train her but Pegasus and Megara are like nope and swoop him away.

Oh but imagine the beastfolk finding out about her enhanced senses and how sometimes they cause sensory overload and helping her out because they grew up like that so they know how to manage it better (I once read a fic that said that Savanaclaw showers have soaps with subtler scents to accommodate their enhanced sense of smell and like yes) whilst she's still getting used to it and has to keep it a secret back in her world.

I'm thinking back to all of the MCU!Peter Parker fics I read and all of the spider DNA tropes that tickled my fancy and I can just imagine the twst/HoM cast reacting to things like her having no thermoregulation (and going into hibernation), her purring, her being allergic/having a poison like reaction to peppermint, her having fangs (her being venomous would be cool as well - like imagine Kaa being all fanboying over her fangs and venom glands) etc..

Okay so I remember having a bunch of ideas about this but I can't recall all of them so here... 😅

[the5thcellar]

The only reason why people are against the perspective of Luke and Nicola having it, it's the internal fat phobia for me. Same thing for the group 'no chemistry' in the series. Anons wouldn't say all that shit about one sided crush from her, if she was indeed a woman with a skinny body, not a mid size one. The thing is she doesn't need it, cause she is ethereal and perfect in her way. She is a beautiful woman. She is gorgeous, while people project much of their own insecurities on her. Luke, though, is just the other typical male celebrity. If they'll ever jump on the train, it will certainly be him asking her out, not her following him. I don't see this woman in her golden retriever stage for anyone. She knows her worth and is sure to be aware of impulsive decisions of his.

OH CLOCK IT OMGGGGGGG. 193829293912% !!!!!!!!!!

I would like this post a hundred times if I could. I've been pretty much silent about the issue of fatphobia in the fandom because the arguments I've witnessed / been involved in on twitter ALWAYS get the same dead end responses - "not everything is fatphobia they just have no chemistry" / "you have to admit that Nicola isn't that attractive it has nothing to do with her weight".

It's LITERALLY fatphobia. Most of the times it's not even internalised - people are literally saying the quiet part out loud by insisting Nicola doesn't look good enough to warrant attraction from a "hot guy" like Luke.

LIKE BE SO FUCKING FR RN OMG ??? I've had to sit through people shipping SO many weird ass pairings that I personally felt were completely absurd - pairings that the mainstream audience ate up just because it was a skinny girl with a hot guy.

(Truth be told - and on a more relevant note - I literally felt like Phoebe and Regé had no chemistry. both of them were so absolutely compelling and gorgeous as individual characters but they didn't work together for me)

Isn't it strange how no one really said much about the previous two Bridgerton pairings where aesthetics were concerned... and were lauding the couples for all having such GREAT chemistry with one another ... but when it came to Luke and Nicola they were all suddenly so insistent that there was no chemistry at all and that their views are completely objective? Nah. Pack it the fuck up. All these people are fatphobic as hell.

What's made it worse is the bloody ozempic obsession that has swept over Hollywood in the past year. Suddenly celebs who used to advocate for body positivity are all skinny - doing a hypocritical 180 on the self love ethos they were preaching.

But anyway that's diving more into social commentary and I don't want to veer too far from the original content on this post.

So 100% yes - a HEFTY MAJORITY of polin antis and lukola antis are blatantly fatphobic. If you cannot imagine Luke Newton can EVER have feelings for Nicola but think him and A are obviously a great fit - you're fatphobic. You can pretend you're objective all you want ... but think about why you're so FUCKING QUICK to defend Antonia and say she'll be together with Luke forever / she's totally his type when 1) she's barely been in the spotlight - she's done no interviews or anything for y'all to even get enough of an idea of her personality to stan her or bat for her 2) y'all don't fucking KNOW his type you just assume it's skinny women because his celeb crush is dua lipa and everyone loves hot and skinny women right? newsflash guys my celeb crushes are Zac Efron and Mads Mikkelsen and HELL YEAH I'd fall over myself to date either of them... but in a fuck marry kill contest I'd still choose to marry Jack Black.

What you think is attractive as a fantasy is not always what you find attractive in a long term partner.

You're here on my page defending Antonia and insisting she's a better fit for Luke not because you know her, or like her, or even because you respect Luke. You're here on my page because you're using her as an excuse to come for Lukola. You're here on my page because you cannot imagine that a fat girl can be together with a "hot man."

Now check that.

[paragonrobits]

in all honestly Vriska and Azula occupy a similar niche for me as characters; partly its because at this point people unironically idolizing them as Girlboss is a massive red flag for me, and they attract a lot of defensive discourse that is puzzling to me but the key bit is that they honestly come off as endearingly hopeless at literally everything in their personal lives EXCEPT Action Stuff and they know it and a lot of their presentation is about convincing others otherwise

and i think its this key aspect that also has them attract a lot of discourse that mostly centers around the idea that you're supposed to admire them, or that they're badasses who never lose and can never fail, and I think that while they're competent in narrow fields, OUTSIDE that they're sort of useless, and they both know it, and put a lot of effort into pretending otherwise so hard they hope the rest of the world goes along with it

both of them also have a strange relationship with luck. its a lot more explicit with Vriska, but Azula was essentially introduced to us through Zuko noting how everyone adores her and that she was, according to Ozai, born lucky. luck centers a lot with Azula, and a lot of it honestly does read as her getting ridiculously fortunate and she interprets this as the universe working in her favor, or attributes her success to personal skill when a lot of it works out through sheer blind chance

the whole 'do the tides command this ship' is relevant here. Much is made of Azula intimidating the captain into compliance, but she does outright state she doesn't know much about the sea; she should have gotten the ship sunk and its crew (as well as her) either killed or close to it, and it was only fortune that avoided it. This luck pervades a LOT of Azula's success, and while it's attributed to her own skill, again, she doesn't do anything. she just scared a captain into making a risky move and ignoring professional statements about you do not fuck with the sea (especially since, an episode previously, we saw Azula's predecessor as the Serious Villain, Zhao, literally get into a fight with the spirit of the sea itself and it dragged him to Turbo-Spirit-Hell, for lack of a suitable term).

She survived, of course. But again, a key point is that it was luck, not her own skill, and it sounds badass and all that, but its not really a result of her own skill. And this goes back to the central point:

both azula and Vriska are good at fighting, outplaying others, masterminding psychological warfare, and playing on people's fears to manipulate them. They both also have no real skills or abilities outside that narrow field; if Azula is trying to have a regular conversation with a Fire Nation guy her age, trying to flirt, or trying to do literally anything that isn't actionized, she can't really succeed at it. She tries to impress someone and all it does is freak them out, revealing her as having social skills so low it is somehow negative in ranking.

She is good at fighting, at subterfuge, and in Firebending. She has no real skills otherwise, and it consistently bites her, sometimes without her realizing it, or even realizing the basic concept of 'constantly browbeating people into compliance doesn't get loyalty'. Vriska is much the same, in that outside of her moments of coolness, she honestly comes off as kind of pathetic a lot of the time.

Her conversations with John, basically the only person at that point who doesn't unknowingly pressure her into keeping up the pretense, highlight this. She reveals herself as deeply unsure, self-loathing and gloomily certain that as a troll she's just Inherently Bad; she is good at the skills of beating SGRUB as fast as possible. Outside that, she doesn't have of anything at all; her social status is irrelevant at that point, her guardian was a cannibal monster that would devour her and let her be aware of it 24/7, everyone in her extended friend group outright loathes her, fears her, and the highbloods (Even the ones with feelings for her) tolerate her at best.

Being a badass boss but leaving you with absolutely nothing otuside that skill set, and knowing it but unable to express it directly, is a theme, and I think just praising them as Badass Bosses and thinking them hypercompetent and admirable role models is kind of missing their character.

[moonyasnow]

All the characters I'd considered shipping my OCs with before I decided

Quick thing bc I'm bored

Not gonna include Lisle bc AroAce and also not Tomoe, since she existed before I decided to put all the others into TWST so shipping for her was just...kinda vibes-based, and not in the good way. Like I'd barely even figured out her character yet

And for Irina, Junia and Artemisia, the reason none of the others were chosen were literally just because their current partner was SO perfect for them I couldn't have gone with anyone else

Irina

Kalim (I think this is one of the more unhealthy relationships she could end up on. Not because he'd treat her badly, of course not; Kalim's just the sort who represses all his trauma (he straight up doesn't remember all the times he's been kidnapped) and I just feel like, paired with Irina, she'd just keep holding all the bad stuff in forever and pretending like everything's ok)

Ruggie (I think this would've been pretty cute. They're still good friends now though...and I honestly think they work better as just friends)

Floyd (Irina still literally had a crush on him before she fell for Malleus, so this one didn't even 100% go away. But yeah the reasons I considered it was because I think they match each other's freak in an interesting way. And Irina also knows exactly what it's like to always go through moodswings, so they can understand each other in that way. ...Irina would've loved the biting and squeezing so much tho-)

Leona (THE BAD TIMELINE. I'm not kidding. These two would in the best case scenario keep each other from improving and in the worst case actively make each other and their issues worse.)

Spike

Silver (literally the only NRC guy I could think of who'd be nice enough to be Spike's type)

Junia

Jade (Giving 'the straight-laced science girl' vibes but genderbent. Clueless autistic and clueful autistic)

Azul (I think it would've been cute bc Junia is the type who is just, so smitten with whoever she likes, and it's VERY obvious. And she'd think he was really really pretty and would love like, sitting in his lap when he scams people)

Veronica

@babyghoul138 :)

Ace (For a while I was actually even gonna go with this one long-term! Even made a meme including the ship and everything. Even started planning out a fankid! But then I realized I'd miscalculated and they just wouldn't work as well together as I thought. And I think Ace is just a bit too rough around the edges personality-wise for Veronica)

Sebek (This could actually have been a reaaaaaally interesting one. The thing that kept me from going with it was just that- Veronica wants to leave Briar Valley after she graduates. And Sebek would never leave Briar Valley. And as much as angst CAN be nice, I prefer it when couples are driven apart by stuff like war or disapproving families rather than just mundane stuff like that. Makes it too real, and just kinda depressing)

Victor

Jamil (Jamitor would be toxic yaoi central. Victor would be SUCH an enabler like 'yes, let's kick that smiling idiot (Kalim) to the curb and put you on the throne! Oh villainy looks so good on you~'. Then with their powers combined they would go on to rule the world.)

Azul (They've got suuuuuuuch similar trauma. And I imagine it'd start out with them 'dating' as like a business arrangement-- being married to each other would be good strategically for both of them and their goals; Azul gets access to a whole noble house's worth of funds and private lands, and Victor gets easy access to some of the best people in business. And then it'd turn into a thing of them both catching feelings realizing just how similar they are and can both relate to each other's trauma. They would also go on to rule the world.)

His ships with someone similar to him just made him too powerful

Artemisia

Idia (I decided not to go with this one 1) because as soon as Artemisia met Jamil I just know he'd be IT for her and 2) Artemidia would just kinda feel like them giving up and deciding to become hermits who don't leave their rooms TOGETHER and that to me was just way too sad)

Leona (They were already kinda friends in the background, and I couldn't stop thinking of the reference potential to Kimba the white lion. And just like with Idia, the biggest reason why not is Jamil.)