#i agree wholeheartedly tbh

[fazbearfrightsbracket]

begging for people to read stories other then the onesfrom books 1-4

do you know how hilarious it is to read about a mother seeing some dude knocking on her kitchen door to go "btw ur kids possesed from the mask you bought him" and she was just ??? so sweet in general

i guess its nostalgia?? anyways thats my propaganda for your the banf

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[miraculoustakes]

Hot take but Chloe was 100% in the right when it came down to arresting André(the ice cream man, idk his last name) in Revolution.

Like the guy has been operating a food business without any permits for decades (Marinett's parents went there while they were still dating), Which implies that he hasn't had any food health inspectors check to see if he's even up to code

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[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

what is the rule ?

It’s that you could only meet Taylor once - if you saw her randomly on the street Fearless Era and took a pic, you technically were not allowed to meet her again in places like rep room, etc. If Andrea or anyone from TN was about to give you Loft 89 / rep room / etc, they would always lead with, “have you met Taylor before?” And you were expected to tell the truth or they would find out - people were literally kicked out of line while waiting at rep room, a couple times, for this reason. Sometimes even if just one person in the group had met her.

However, TN also used to openly break this rule for certain people. It was a fucking nightmare and VERY dramatic.

[balleater]

nothing brings me more joy than people talking about how fucking stupid ludinus is

[clownishshit]

something that I thought was a bit of a missed opportunity A Court of Thorns and Roses series is that the world building doesn't really feel like a fantasy world sometimes and takes you out of the immersion or that things aren't fully fleshed out with certain characters.

[lightningstorm003]

Yeah I started watching this show less than a month ago and I'm already on season 4... I've had no life outside of work besides watching my favorite conman and his pet fbi agent who's cheering him on from the sidelines like some soccer mom who thinks he's the best on the team and can do no wrong

WHITE COLLAR 1.10

What did they do to you?

[sharonccrter]

I saw this really interesting video, which talked about my two biggest gripes with challengers' discourse. Which are that everyone keeps saying Art is the heart of this movie, and secondly, the insistence that Patrick doesn't love Tashi, only Art. The creator pushes back against these two narratives, and I wholeheartedly agree. Patrick is arguably the heart of this movie.

Two of the most important scenes in the movie are the churro scene and the scene between p/t out in the storm, and they both centre around Patrick.

The entire movie is about passion and purpose in life, and Patrick is the passion.

I mean, a lot of people assume Patrick didn't really have feelings for Tashi, but the only person who says that is Art. Who is vying for Tashi and is his biggest competitor. The reason I empathise with Patrick is that he is genuine and loving to Art; he does love him. However, we are shown no evidence to suggest that Patrick is this shitty boyfriend, apart from what Art says when he's trying to get into Tashi's head because his jealous. We find out that they're talking every week while he's on tour (normal relationship shit). It's Art who insinuates that Patrick is cheating while on tour. The only person in this movie who says Patrick doesn't love Tashi is Art, and it's obviously very intentional.

I think the reason both Tashi and Art push Patrick out of their lives is because he forces them to comfort parts of themselves they are not yet comfortable with. I mean, it's obvious why Tashi would react that way to Patrick; she's just lost the most important thing in her life. However, I think it's tragic from Patrick's point of view as well. I mean, what did Patrick really do? He got into a fight with his girlfriend because she hurt his feelings.

And no, he's hurt was not about Art. The fight made him feel unimportant, which made him feel like she didn't actually care about him. And that's where Art comes in, because who was going around telling Patrick Tashi didn't give a shit? You bet ya. Art. Art absolutely got into his head. And even if he clocked it, in that moment, he still allowed it to get to him because he was emotional and upset. And because he was too hurt to support her, he was thrown out of Tashi and Art's lives.

And here's the thing, Patrick never saw Tashi as an idea. He saw her as a real person, unlike Art kinda did. Patrick wasn't going to let Tashi treat him like shit just because she was special. And, tbh, if Tashi hadn't gotten injured, I think it's something she would have eventually been grateful for. But instead, she got hurt; she pushed Patrick away, and Art slid into his place, telling her that she could be his entire world and the star. That's not healthy, and sorry to stay a little manipulative.

And let's talk about Art. Patrick and him were literally fire and ice. They always had this underlying desire. They were perfect opposites. Let's face it: Art could never replicate what he had on the court (and off) with anyone else. But instead of confronting his feelings, he took the first chance he had to get Patrick out of his life.

The girl I was watching said it perfectly, "Art and Tashi allowed themselves to find consolation prizes in each other and allowed them to run from parts of themselves they didn't want to comfort and in turn enable each other's worst habits."

Art tries to become a tennis superstar so Tashi can live through him, and Tashi gives him a family so he can finally be confident in who he is. But is there any passion? I don't know; I think at some point, it drained; nothing about what I saw on screen apart from their initial get-together screams passion.

Cue Patrick walking back into their life and showing them how they can feel. Art was always going to let Tashi live through him, but that was never going to be satisfying for her. Tashi needs to find a way to create an identity for herself, separate from him. And I believe it'll be the only way she'll live a satisfying life. That's why they need Patrick: to make them realise that and to help them rediscover their passion.

I think people think that Art is the heart because Patrick admits to being a piece of shit. But the truth is, they're all dicks; Patrick was just the only one who was willing to admit it.

[incoherentmorals]

soft! joel miller x fem reader

warnings ? fluff, slightly angsty, outbreak au, joel and reader just want to live in a nice house and adopt ellie, they're just soft parents tbh, no smut, henry and sam are here !! but just briefly mentioned, joel opens up kinda

the remnants of today settle in your bones as you lay on the cold floor, using your backpack as a pillow. in the distance you can hear joel and henry doing the same, probably feeling as exhausted as you are. the hope within you isn't entirely gone; henry says he knows a way and ellie is happy to currently have a new friend— sam’s a great kid.

you can feel your eyelids growing heavy while you think about the previous days and what needs to be done in the ones that will soon come. find supplies to keep the trip going, reach the desired destination and hand ellie over ... that last task is what keeps you up most nights but not tonight.

before you know it, sleep wins over you and you fall fast asleep.

joel’s eyes are on you from where he's supposedly sleeping. he stares at your back, the way your body moves as you breathe and he sits up.

it hasn't been smooth these past few days, not at all, and your last conversation wasn't peachy either. you would always argue about ellie’s situation and how dangerous it was to hand her over to some complete strangers — and before he used the we're strangers too card, you would tell him to fuck off. you were right of course; the three of you had been travelling together for months so he'd be a big hypocrite to say that he didn't feel that familial bond tugging at his gut.

he checks around making sure that henry is fast asleep and the door to the kids’ room is properly shut. after that he proceeds to drop his backpack next to yours before laying by your side.

you're not exactly a light sleeper but nonetheless you can feel the shift behind you, the sudden change that you're not alone anymore.

“hm?” you turn around slowly until you're facing joel in a proper manner.

joel doesn't reply, doesn't even bother to be vocal at that moment. he simply stares at you and although his face is peaceful, you can tell his mind is at war. all it takes is for you to raise your hand and cup his cheek softly for the fight in joel’s mind to cease.

you watch as his eyes close and you wait, your fingers brushing back and forth over his cheek.

when joel opens his eyes again, they're glassy, and the realization that he trusts you enough to cry in front of you finally dawns.

“I don't want to let this go.” you hear him whisper and you shuffle closer to him, just enough to hear better.

your fingers slide from his jaw up to the back of his ear and you repeat the motion often. it is soothing for him, you realize.

“me neither.” you mumble and you can tell that he appreciates how thoughtful you're being with the distance — you just *know* he needs enough space to breathe. to not feel confined.

“joel.” your voice grounds him to reality, to light. he keeps his eyes on you as you speak and tries to focus on the sound of your gentle voice. “whatever happens in the end, whatever you choose to do...I will follow you.” his heart clenches a little at your loyalty — it's been a while since he felt this way. probably since tess.

“I promised her.” he says with saddened eyes.

“You can't save everyone.” you reply.

“But ellie can.” joel’s answer silences you both for a moment until those selfish words leave your lips.

“Maybe they don't deserve to be saved.” and while tess would beg to differ, joel wholeheartedly agrees with you. not everyone deserves to be saved.

the night is spent with silent eye contact and the soft brush of your fingers against joel’s face. he eventually places his hand over yours and compares the sizes of your palms — his is simply gigantic compared to yours, or anyone's you've known for that matter.

“What’s that about people telling you your fortune through your veins?” joel asks randomly and you will yourself not to laugh.

“You mean the palm of your hand, old man?” both of you grin and it suddenly feels like another fun pre-apocalyptic thursday.

it is probably an hour later when joel manages to fall asleep with your hand in his, your fingers tightly intertwined.

you've never seen him so peaceful; never witnessed him sleep the way he does now since forever. your heart and mind race because joel’s expression,when he's around you, starts giving off a single feeling. comfort.

you think about stuff again; joel’s and ellie’s dreams after the apocalypse, your dreams, a better world. your mind wanders a million miles but it always comes back to one thing only. the image of a humble house filled with yourself and two other people. that gruff voice and that ashy wave of hair, and then that brownish spark with the most adorable eyes.

it’s a silly thought to want to be a mother to a kid that isn't your own, you think while staring towards the door where sam and ellie are probably sleeping.

it's as silly to consider filling that void in your heart by the side of a worn out man, you think again and your eyes trace joel's face this time. you bring your intertwined hands to your lips and you mindlessly kiss his knuckles, watching as he doesn't stir at all.

despite the sadness tugging at your heartstrings and the bittersweet feeling of ‘dreams just being dreams’ you close your eyes and allow yourself a moment of clarity and of hope.

because maybe things will change, maybe you will not have to wait for the next life to have the family that you want.

[xanny-zuko]

yknow, the fact that princess diana’s death got international media attention and practically everyone still speculates about the mysterious circumstances of her death but no one talks about how marsha p johnson was found dead in a river and her death was ruled a suicide despite her friends and family stating she’d never been suicidal doesnt site right with me. 

and yes, i am aware of the documentary. that was made by another trans woman (her name is victoria cruz).  because cis people don’t care. so we have to care about each other. 

edit: this post is getting a lot of traction and i feel the need to ad this bc i wholeheartedly agree tbh

[thesparklingwriter]

eternity

tags: smut, afab! reader, fem!reader, vanilla, gentle zhong, i think this is still kind of fluffy tbh

word count: 1.6k

a/n: merry Christmas to you all if you celebrate and an early happy birthday to zhongli. this year, i am celebrating two years of him consuming my every waking thought, dream and state of being

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You're always so surprised by how gentle your husband is with you. You're surprised that a being with so much raw power could look at someone like you, someone so fragile in comparison, and make the conscious choice to always be so careful. To always cherish everything you do with so much care.

He has never once raised his voice at you, even in times of stress or panic. His word choices are even gentler than the caring tone of his voice, or the warmth of his hand around yours.

Even after days apart, the way he kisses you is gentle, as if he knows he has all the time in the world to be with you. The way he slides his hands to the front of your silken pyjamas, a gift from him once he noticed you kept stealing his, is laced with tenderness and care. His eyes latch onto yours before he continues, and even though you can see the fire burning behind his pupils, the soft look on his face takes precedence.

You nod, answering his silent question as he pulls your lips to his, his hands lazily busying themselves with your buttons as you feel yourself being led to the bed. You know that if you did not want to follow, there would be no complaint, no pushback, and that knowledge warms you. Any attempts you make to return the favour Zhongli does for you as he frees you of your shirt are quietly ignored as he chooses to wholeheartedly focus on you.

His fingers are cautious as they glide over the bare skin of your chest, and even though he's touched you a thousand times, his eyes still seem as fixated on you as they had been the very first time.

"Is this alright?" he asks, and you reply yes, the same way you do almost every time, and his slight, serene smile finds itself on his face again as he gently pulls you towards his lap. Somewhere along the line--when, you don't remember--Zhongli's own shirt has been discarded, and you rest your hands against his bare chest as you lean in for another kiss. If you pay attention, you can feel the steady beat of his heart and the quickened pace of his breathing under your fingers, and if you hadn't felt it for yourself, you wouldn't have believed it. His fingers calmly massage circles into your back before they sneak down to the waistband of your trousers and pause there.

"Waiting for permission?" you tease quietly, pulling away from zhongli for a single second. His heavy lidded eyes are filled with a slight mirth as he smiles at your words.

"I was simply enjoying the moment," he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "I can continue, unless you have other plans?"

You smile at the way he doesn't take offence to your teasing, the way he languidly pulls the waistband of your trousers further down and helps as you try to navigate getting them off while straddling him. You're grateful that he had the foresight to remove your underwear at the same time as your trousers--you wouldn't have to figure out how to get those off.

Even the way he moves to lay you on your back is graceful. His fingers gently find their way up your thighs, and you're already agreeing to let him touch you before the words 'may I?' leave his mouth. He's careful with his ministrations, slipping one finger into you first, and letting you get used to the feeling--or rather, teasing you with it--before he adds a second, watching your face carefully to gauge his movements. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows what the quiet whimper that escapes your mouth means, but chooses to pretend he doesn't.

"Tell me what you need, dearest." he whispers. "I'd be happy to oblige."

You fidget under him, another half-formed whimper escaping your lips before you manage to force out a single word.

"More," you whisper. "Please." your hand grips at his arm, but Zhongli doesn't seem to care as he curls his fingers inside you.

"More?" he repeats under his breath. if it weren't for the telltale rasp in his voice, you would have assumed he was unaffected by your desperate whines. "More what? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, my dear."

But his words are just for show and he does exactly what you know you want, a smile creeping up on his lips again as he feels your walls tightening around his fingers and your nails dig into his arm.

"Go on," He whispers. "Make a mess for me." Your eyes meet his, and even though his words are a command at face value, you hear the quiet inklings of a request in his voice, as if he needs you to cum on his fingers more than anything else in this world. The look on his face when you oblige him with a quiet whimper is nothing short of fascination and pride--he's infatuated with you, your smile, your eyes, the way you fidget under him desperate for more than one release.

"Good girl," he whispers, gently massaging your hip with his hand, scanning your face for discomfort. He doesn't find any.

He brings his other hand to his mouth, and you cover your face, the sight of him licking you off his fingers too much for you to bear.

"Hmm? What's the problem, beloved?" he asks gently, using the hand that was once massaging your hip to reveal your face to him.

"It's embarrassing," you whine, and Zhongli can't help but chuckle a little at that. He finds it humourous that this is where you draw the line but doesn't question you further, turning his attention to undoing his belt.

You hear him discard his trousers as he leans over you and captures your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Stop teasing me," you complain, and Zhongli once again chuckles, amused by the slight frustration in your face.

"I am in no particular hurry," he smiles. "Is it a crime to want to savour this moment with you?"

"Yes." you reply immediately, and Zhongli realises that perhaps his actions up to this point have been bordering on cruel.

"Very well."

Zhongli gently takes your hand in his as he lines his cock between your folds, and begins to roll his hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You think that once again, he means to tease you, to rile you up, but when you look up at up and see the devotion in his eyes... You're embarrassed for even thinking that way in the first place.

"Are you alright, love?" He whispers, gently burying his face in the crook of your neck after asking, and you nod breathlessly.

"More than alright," you reply between moans, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arm around his neck. "You're always so good."

Your words have a stronger effect on him than he'd ever thought any person ever could, and his hips stutter and still for a few moments, disrupting the lazy rhythm he'd cultivated. He kisses your neck in response "And you always take me so perfectly."

When Zhongli lifts his head from your neck to focus his attention elsewhere, and the steady pace of his thrusting speeds up, you lace your fingers through his hair. Zhongli notices the signs of the familiar tension building in you, as you squeeze his hand tighter.

"Li, I'm—" you whine, but Zhongli doesn't even need you to finish your sentence to know what you're about to tell him. His intense gaze locks onto yours, telling you everything you could ever want to know, and you pull him back down to your neck as your orgasm consumes you.

You barely even notice when Zhongli's movement still entirely, distracted by the way his teeth catch on the soft part of your neck. You want to laugh. Zhongli has bitten on that same spot on your neck maybe a hundred times, and yet, he's still worried he might hurt or startle you. He attempts to pull away from your neck for a second to look at you, but you drag him to the side instead, wrapping your arms and legs around him tighter.

He begins to ask if you're alright, but the content sigh that slips from your mouth as you attempt to pull him even closer answers his question for him, and he takes a moment to appreciate the movement in its entirety.

He is always surprised by you, by the way you treasure him, by the way you see and appreciate the power he holds, yet treat him the same as you would had he been entirely human. He has lived for thousands of years before you, and will live for thousands of years after, and you know that, but you've never let that knowledge harden your heart or make you believe that he deserves less of you because of it.

Your fingers gently drag against his scalp, the other hand absentmindedly stroking his back, and more than anything, Zhongli is grateful that with you he doesn't have to be an archon or a god or an immortal being with all knowledge of the world and its idiosyncrasies. With you, he is just himself, and he knows you would never begrudge him for that.

"Just a little longer?" You whisper, when you feel Zhongli attempt to move again, no doubt to carry you to a bath that was designated for you, but one he would ultimately find himself in too at your wishes.

"If I were able to," Zhongli whispers back, gently moving your hair out of your face. "I would gift you eternity."

© 2023, thesparklingwriter. please do not copy, edit, repost, or translate.

notes: drops this, runs, hides, doesn't open tumblr until the 31st of dec

[educatedsimps]

— “what would you do if we broke up” tiktok trend w the hq men

≪ back to fics masterlist

hq character x gn!reader

a/n: came across another tiktok and thought "hey let's do this for hq" so here's anther short one while i churn out the longer written reqs HAHA love y'all pls enjoyy

cw: “girl” used to refer to reader as in like “girl what?” or “girl please” kinda context, some swearing, humour??

The trend:

“Ask me what I’d do if we broke up,” you perched on the edge of the sofa where he sat, innocently scrolling on his phone.

With confusion written all over his face, he looked between you and the camera several times before asking, “Wha... why would we break up?”

Hearing the hint of sadness in his voice, you clarified, “Nonono I’m not breaking up with you, babe, it’s just a tiktok trend. Go on, ask me!”

With one more nudge of encouragement, he relented. Sighing, he asked, “What would you do if we broke up?”

And without a second of hesitation, you answered with a shit-eating grin on your face, “I’d get back with my ex.”

The reaction:

“same lmao” ↳ SUNA AND KUROO 😭😭

the most offended ones - hand to chest with a dramatic gasp, then screams “BABE WTF?!” then gets all petty and pouty saying “i’d do the same thing” ↳ atsumu, oikawa

replica of iwa's face when oikawa asked him “iwa-chan, are you my mom?” ↳ IWA LMAO, suga, yaku, all the chaotic hq moms tbh like can u imagine

gives you the most disappointed dad look ever as if he’s saying “girl pls” then continues w his shit but is a lil hurt ngl like u better apologise later 😭 ↳ daichi, kita

will cry in a corner. u better give him a hug and apologise 🤧 ↳ hinata, noya, bokuto, asahi, yamaguchi, lev, goshiki

will glare at you then turn his nose up with a "tch" (he's just jealous tbh) ↳ tsukki, futakuchi, kenma, shirabu

confused, a lil offended, dumbfounded, then even more confused. The Man Was Too Stunned To Speak like how dare you do this to him 😀 ↳ kags, ushi, osamu, probably asahi before he starts tearing up, kenma before he gets petty

“WHAT” and jumps like three feet into the air like a cartoon character ↳ tanaka, tendo

*sighs* “i understand” ↳ akaashi (he's too tired to think so he just takes it at face level ahjdjdhjv), aone 😭💔

"with me, right?" ↳ sakusa cuz he's prolly seen the trend before (yves has a hc that he’s secretly chronically online), also kita after giving it a bit of thought HAHA

The aftermath:

“You’d be my ex, dumbass,” you giggled.

mentally facepalms himself, probably blushing and laughing to himself then hugs you and gives u kisses all while agreeing with u wholeheartedly 🥰 ↳ suga, yaku, daichi AND AKAASHI BC I DEF DIDNT FORGET ABOUT HIM

“pfft i knew that lmao” these mfs are too proud to admit that they were fooled ↳ atsumu, oikawa, suna, futakuchi

grumpy "i knew that..." man ↳ osamu, iwa, tsukki, kenma, shirabu

“OH YEAHHHHH” and they’re overjoyed. ↳ bokuto, hinata, tanaka, noya, tendo, goshiki, lev

"oh yeah that's right..." moment of clarity kinda thing ↳ asahi, aone, ushi, kags, yams

“u owe me kisses for emotional damage” + pouty + clingy ↳ kuroo, atsumu and oikawa after they stop pouting and whining n shit

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[the-raindeer-king]

Brb sobbing over Nikolai [[REDACTED]] (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

He's such a sweetie though! Big N soft, n fat that covers his muscles an' (not me projecting) probably has food listed as his love language. He LOVES knowing his partner is well fed. Probably goes a bit overboard trying to feed them tbh, and if there's ever any self doubt he's so soft bc wdym? Wdym your body's not good? The body of his person who he loves so entirely?? He'll absolutely have 'words' with anyone who's made you feel that way before spending extra time cuddling and just holding onto you, focusing on the points where you're chubbier bc it's nothing to shy away from. It's cold where he lives, far better to be soft and warm, and more to hold for him so he'll never see it as bad. Just more to love

Maybe this is me projecting a little, but I wholeheartedly believe that all of them love a chubby woman. Like you got thick thighs and a tummy? Down on one knee, begging for an minute of your time. A crumb of affection. Can't you see that you've got these men wrapped around your finger, just for the chance to cuddle with you.

Nikolai is a big man, and I agree that his love language is food (maybe he grew up fighting for scraps and likes knowing that not only is he well fed but so are the people he loves). Knowing he's taking care of you is good, but seeing it is even better.

The softness of your tummy, the roundness of your cheeks - you're like an angel to Nikolai, and he wants nothing more than to worship you as you deserve.

What... what do you mean you don't like how you look?

Finding you in tears over your body confuses our sweet Russian man. He thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, like a sculpture come to life. All the while, you're distraught because the world is so focused on being thin and frail, and you're neither of those things.

If there's one thing Nikolai won't stand for, it's hearing anyone talk badly about his darling, and that includes you too.

He's pulling you aside, big hands cradling your face as he gently hushes you when you try to explain your tears. Even though he doesn't agree with the thoughts, he understands where they're coming from. He's spent years building his own confidence, spending his own childhood feeling less than adequate.

And he'll be damned if he lets you feel that way about yourself. Who cares if the media is obsessed with size 0 waists and picturesque woman? Nikolai doesn't look like the men in the media either, and you like him, yeah?

He'll spend a good while talking you out of your tears, whispering how beautiful and wonderful you are, until you're blushing and giggling. And then he'll scoop you up, grinning when you squeal with laughter.

"Light as a feather, milaya," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your head as he carries you to the couch.

He puts on your favorite movie, and keeps you in his lap the whole time. It makes your face heat up, feeling his hands gently stroke your stomach and thighs. But Nikolai just wants you to know that he loves you. All of you.

[yeahtimesten]

18+, mdni / maybe modern!au or 2019!patrick if you want tbh idk but smartphones r involved

you and your friends are out barhopping on the city strip, you’ve already hit three different places and you’re ordering at least two drinks per place. you and the three other girls you go out with are rowdy and obnoxious at this point, definitely wasted. and your shared ‘locker room talk’ with the besties is something so perverted, so nasty. but they say drunk words are sober thoughts. and the topic at hand is something probably every woman universally agrees on.

yeah, dick pics are gross and all, but: “nut vids with the sound on,” you’re cackling at your friends proclamation. “those get me freaky. like wet wet.”

“dude, yessss, that’s what i’m sayinggg,” another friend agrees.

and you’re laughing along. but really, you had never received one. you knew the meme, and you saw the appeal, but you had never seen one.

don’t get me wrong, you and patrick are still gettin’ it on over the phone and video chat, doing everything else possible to bridge the gap that distance brought you. being a tennis player on tour, working up to the big leagues, was something you wholeheartedly supported for your boyfriend. to keep morale up, you even sent him a gift box once complete with polaroids, a spicy letter spritzed with your signature perfume, and a pair of worn panties, baby pink and silk with a lacy little trim. you liked to treat him like that.

and he treated you too, with new panties and outfits he wanted to see you in and other miscellaneous gifts, and good dick too whenever he was able to come around and see you. but when you got to thinking, you realized a majority of the gifts he gave you, were really a gift for himself as well. yeah, he’d jerk off to you on video calls, but it wasn’t for you, it’d just be weird if his cam wasn’t on when yours was too.

another round of shots were had before the four of you were making your way to the next bar, the last stop of the night. and you were trailing behind your three friends, typing on your phone to him. partially because you are ovulating, definitely because you were drunk, and you were a tad bit in your head now too thinking about the things patrick could be doing for you, but you were going absolutely feral in his dms.

babyyy wen r u gna see me next :(

i miss uuuu hehehe

need ur hand around my neck while u finger me NEOWWW

and he’s receiving all your texts with fervor. you’re totally exciting him and arousing him. but hes crossfaded (on tour? smh, but he’s celebrating a win as well as the end of this leg of travel) out with other players that he’s met so his replies are just as desperate and sad and pathetic as yours.

soon gorjus

be there b4 u kno it

cant wait for u to take my dick

send pix ?

and when you get to the next bar, you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, posing with your shirt lifted. your perfect tits are exposed to the camera, and because you love and trust your boyfriend, at least half of your face is still in frame too. your lips are slightly pouting, and you know that detail will drive him mad. and you snap another, but this one is an underskirt shot; you standing up in the stall, with your panties pulled down over your mid thighs, also in frame, from behind at the perfect angle to showcase your ass, with a hint of your pretty pussy in frame. and you send both to him in a photo set.

earlier, you sent him more innocently posed but still quite sexy outfit photos and selfies before going out. you did this every time you left the house basically. it was both endearing and such a huge turn on for him, no matter how you were dressed. your outfit was especially scantily clad tonight, so he was already having dirty thoughts of you. he was supportive of what you wore, and was never really controlling, but he wished he were by your side protecting you from other creeps who’d love to sneak a peak. and he had already fantasized about taking you to a dingy bathroom in one of these dive bars you frequented that he saw in the background of your photos, and bending you over the sink and fucking you from behind, both of you watching in the mirror.

both of your data connections were shitty, but he was texting you that he was heading home. he couldn’t wait any longer and needed to get off to you now. and he asked if you were going home any time soon.

another shot, and nursing a midori sour, or whatever your drink of choice is, you and your friends are still chatting and having a wild time, but you’re having flashbacks to the last time you both were together. you remember him boring into your wet cunt, on top of you, in the back of your car at the airport, because you couldn’t bare to part without one last fuck. your thighs squeezed together, trying to dismiss the warm pit forming in your stomach.

you were relieved when one of your friends decided to call it quits, and since your apartment complexes were so close to each other, you decided to share an uber. as you two waited for the ride, you finally received his texts and confirmed you’d be home soon too and that you two could call and take care of each other. and on the ride back, while your friend is talking your ear off, you check your phone again to see a snapchat. patrick sent you a video.

without thinking, you clicked on the notification to see what he sent. and now who would have guessed, that in this moment, you’d see a video he recorded of his cock out, laying in the dark on his bed, his flash was on. his dick glistened with his spit, as he slowly started stroking his shaft and playing with his tip. in a panic, you lock your phone and stuff it back into your purse, face flush with embarrassment.

your friend looks at you with furrowed brows. “you okay?” and you nod, hoping she hadn’t taken a good peak at your screen.

“i’m fine,” you smile. you’re more than fine, you’re seeing stars. and you’re anxious to reach home. after what feels like an eternity, you’re finally there. you skip up the steps and and climbed the flights of stairs until you reach your floor. the anticipation is getting the better of you as you fumble with your keys. but finally, you’re inside and it’s oasis. your place to be horny and out of control.

you flop on your bed and reopen snapchat, 5 more segments of that video waiting for you to open. you turn up your volume to max. in next clip of the video, he’s still taking his time stroking slow and you can hear his breath hitching, yours matching in real time. his breathing is heavy and loud, as little moans and groans escape his lips.

i fucking love you baby, he says in the clip. i’m so fucking hard for you.

and you’re so wet for him, as you reach down and start rubbing circles into your clit above your underwear. the video keeps going, and he picks up the pace, his moans getting louder. you love how he isn’t silent in bed. he’s so vocal and sweet, showing you he’s enjoying it just as much as you are.

the next reel starts, and he is fully jerking off, his breathing getting faster. you know what’s about to come. him. and with one final guttural groan, he does. glistening white cum leaks out gently, and he continues to stroke, much slower, making sure to milk every last drop.

r u home yet baby ?

he texted you.

- ya

and immediately, you have an incoming facetime. you answer and the camera is pointed to just his face, still sitting in the dark.

“hey, princess, how was your night out,” he asked.

“it was good,” you said. “i accidentally opened your snap in front of my friend though.”

“i texted you to wait until you were home to see it,” he laughs at you.

you didn’t receive that text. but you were just stunned he practically read your mind, that you wanted exactly that video.

“i missed you.”

“how much baby?”

“so so much, i couldn’t wait to get home and talk to you,” you pouted.

“me neither,” he whispered. “i’m hard again, baby. wanna see?”

and before you answer, he’s pulled his phone back to angle on his cock, with his abdomen and face still in frame. he’s moving it around, teasing you with its length.

“i miss fucking you so bad. do you miss fucking me?” it’s your turn to tease, and you move your phone down to reveal your panties with a big wet splotch soaked into the fabric.

“you really were thinking of me all night, huh?” he’s starting to stroke himself again, and you do him the favor of bringing the camera back and pulling your shirt off. he’s obsessed with how hard your nipples are, and he moans for you.

“your tits are so perfect,” he breaths out. “touch yourself for me, baby. i wanna see you rub your clit.”

and like it’s a royal command, you pull your panties down, and show him your finger swirling around your wet cunt.

“that’s perfect, you’re perfect,” he says.

you’re watching each other get off and his mind is racing with things he wants to do to you, with you, for you. and he’s sharing about half of them with you.

“i can’t wait to fuck you again. i can take you out to dinner and a movie, and we can sit in the back row by ourselves and mess around.”

“and you can ride me in the passenger seat of your car.”

“i wanna play with your ass so bad and eat you out from the back.”

“finger your pussy for me, sexy. let me see you fuck yourself with your pretty manicured fingers that i paid for. you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and besides his new request, everything is in one ear and out the other. your sole focus is watching him get off so you can get off. and it’s working, the heat in your pelvis growing stronger, you are about to release any second. you can tell he is too, as his breathing is heavier and his words and incoherent and slurred, he sounds tortured. you move back to rubbing your clit.

“are you gonna cum, baby? i’m going to, i want you to cum with me,” he sighs.

“yeah baby, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum patrick!”

your moans harmonize with each other as you both finish together and you both continue to touch yourself as the tension in your groins lessen. you’re still pulsating for moments after.

“i can’t wait to see you any longer, im booking a flight for tomorrow to see you,” he says, still huffing. and you can’t wait either.

[chaifootsteps]

If no one is going to say it, I will....Im thankful that viv didn't keep Michael as AD.

No, i'm not a stan, I don't hate Michael, and I know it kinda sucked for him to lose that spot but you know what?

It was for the best tbh.

When the old VA cast from the pilot did that bittersweet "thank You and goodnight" video, neither of the VAs that was still working for SH was able to participate, it was incredibly shady at the moment and given how V*v treated people that stepped slightly away from her projects in the past, then I guess that not only Michael wouldn't had being able to sing but wouldn't had starred the wonderful rolles he currently has and there is a high chance that anyone loves some of the characters he voices, being either Designator N, Rocky, Jax, and so much more than what we could have had if he was still trapped in SH.

Not to mention the people that he would have attracted...remember that creepy Valentino cosplayer that thought it was okay to attack him just because he voiced angel? How many times you can guess that it would keep happening if he keep the role? Without generalizing, Hazbin and Helluva attract a good bunch of ...ejem..."cases", that believe that harming, insulting and belitting others over a cartoon is fine because they are "passionate" and V*v never call out those who do or say cuestionable stuff in her fandom.

I'm glad, i'm wholeheartedly glad Michael dodged that bullet, because he is to nice to stick in a badly writted character for GOD knows how long and be harassed by weirdos that can't behave properly, influenced by the most chaotic fandom i've seen.

Anyways, goodnight sir, always happy to see you around, don't let the "cases" ruin your cool vibe.

-Midnight anon if that's not taken

As much as it hurts to say, as loved and missed as Michal's Angel was, agreed. He's in a better place with better people now, creating things alongside people who wouldn't dream of treating him the way he and Ashley were treated.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Okay so, tis the season of "Jonathan is a gothic heroine and also very feminized in Dracula's castle" and I would agree with these sentiments wholeheartedly, but when I look at how he is treated in adaptations (good and bad) and even in some well-meaning fics there's this sort of sexist undercurrent to feminizing him that ignores and undervalues the real skills he is employing to keep himself alive and it always bugs me. Alan Moore calls him a milksop (? Or was that Coppola) and Mark Gatiss calls him a wet noodle and it's just. He is a damsel in distress and he's very skilled and resourceful and active and trying to help himself. When he has his panic attack, and then sits down and thinks what he has to do, and decides that he should try to find out more about the Count and spends dinner that evening tactfully asking questions that keep the Count talking- like that's huge! That's a hugely important thing to do and it shows his interpersonal skills very well and that is not to be undervalued. Like if all you're going to do with a fem!Jonathan is keep him in Mina's purse you've really missed the mark, and you're ignoring his skillset. Only someone who is good at regulating their emotions, good at reading people, good at intuiting desired behavior, good at pretending could survive this. An assertive, direct approach to this situation would get Jonathan killed super fast. His "feminine" qualities are keeping him alive, and I want to see this aspect appreciated more than I do.

Also... I get why "feminine" and "masculine" qualities are called that, and I super agree that society deems things like emotional intelligence girly and so that needs to be discussed- but as someone who loves to read and write Mina in a masculine role and Jonathan in a feminine role... that's not exactly how I think about it tbh. Like to me the point is: emotional intelligence is obviously both masculine and feminine because Jonathan is emotionally intelligent and a man, not "Jonathan is a femboy." Like "feminine" qualities and "masculine" qualities have a societal meaning but in practice they're bullshit because both genders are capable of all qualities you know? And in my opinion that's what stories that play with gender roles should be saying.

[rey-jake-therapist]

i will chirp in if i may 🙋‍♀️

from my perspective, since sauron = power for galadriel, i think her feelings will always be a bit contradictory for him even if she strongly rejects him all the time. that connection they share forever means always hungering for a shadow of him.

i do understand that some might dislike the idea of gal having a shaky marriage, but i think that's more interesting, idk? though yeah, after all is done and hopefully after the numenor sinking, teleporno can be like a supportive calming presence for gal, her trophy/reward by the end of the show.

as for her becoming a mormon caricature of feminine purity - that's not tolkien's galadriel. she is a powerful witch who leads her own kingdom as she wields power using nenya and is sauron's biggest adversary.

smn said that there is probably smtng unsettling about galadriel for humans since they are scared of her. and i agree bc while she is wiser and more at peace, it's bc she grows into smn rather unhuman. she embodies the light in the same way sauron embodies the dark - she is not a saint, she is this supernatural being possessing unimaginably strong power and high authority even for the elves such as her husband. the ring bearers are on the entirely different level.

and i want to see that transformation. i want to see her become someone interesting rather than simplistic, yk? i agree that maybe the mind-palace theory is hopeful thinking on our part, but i have my fingers crossed that morgoth's stab established a bond between them and the door is still not closed and that will play a central role in s3 🤞

(+ a reminder that the actors don't know where s3 is going. they were probably told how to react to certain questions but the details gotta be unknown for them yet.)

Yes, I agree wholeheartedly with everything you said!

Regarding her marriage being shaky, really I'm not sure right now how I feel. I think I'm not enough interested in the subject to hope or fear for anything tbh. I only know I don't want Galadriel to be sidelined in Lothlorien while "men" do all the cool stuff outside, that's all. For the rest... I trust the writers and will get along with pretty much everything they can come up with, really.

My idea about the bond, which I'm writing in my fic anyway, is that:

Sauron can mind talk to Galadriel now; if he can do it while she's next to him, he can probably do it even if she's on the other side of Middle-Earth as well.

Considering that he's able to cast an illusion built around a person's memories when they're next to him, I could see him do the same with Galadriel, even if she doesn't stand next to him, thanks to their connection.

It would be different from the Reylo bond, as 1) he could control it (and Galadriel could learn how to control it as well), 2)unlike Rey and Kylo, they would see their surrounding, but it would be an illusion based on memories, and not a real place, where they would be at the moment.

I keep reading that Sauron can read people's minds, but this is not at all my understanding of the scenes we saw. If he could really read people's minds, he wouldn't have had to torture Celebrimbor for the location of the rings, he would have just probed his mind for the information. So, I think it's rather a case where he has flashes and ideas of a person's true desires and fears popping up in his head, and only when this person is open to him, like it seems to be the case for Galadriel in LOTR. I think that regarding Galadriel, however, he may be able to read in her like in an open book, because of the bond. At least, up until she finds the way to resist him and shut that door for good. Anyway, they can make something really interesting.

And I don't seriously hope that they will do that, but I want to write it in my fic because it's fun: at some point, Galadriel could turn the tables, learn to cast illusions built around HIS memories, which she would have access to, and force him to confront memories of his past with Morgoth, the stuff he'd rather forget, if you see what I mean. Yeah, I really want Gal to make this bitch cry...