#i am..... I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE WOMEN.

[34to42]

I have become obsessed with a new ship.

If anyone was hoping for more Night Agent content, I am so sorry because despite being several years late to the Frank Castle/Karen Page fandom, I am OBSESSED.

Oh my god, these two. The most trauma bonded, angst filled, lovers out of time ship I have ever come across and I will never believe that they aren’t deeply, deeply in love.

Now! I do want to write about one aspect of canon in relation to Frank Castle’s portrayal. I should mention that I have watched Daredevil and The Punisher but have not read The Punisher comics so any comments on characterization are based on the two shows.

I fundamentally don’t understand the inclusion of Frank’s relationship with Beth. I TOTALLY see Frank stepping in when the customer was being belligerent, and I can even understand flirting with Beth a little seeing as he’s trying to be Pete and trying to move on from what happened to him and what he did. But it just does not seem in character to me for him to sleep with Beth.

What we have seen of Frank up to this point is deep, DEEP, love and grief for his wife, scenes with Sarah Lieberman after he manipulated himself into their lives, and emotionally charged and intimate scenes with Karen. He is an extremely violent man at times but none of those have been sexual. And we have never seen him have casual interactions with women that could lead anywhere close to casual sex, even at the beginning of Punisher season 1 when he was trying to lay low, or any indication that he was interested in casual sex.

It just… doesn’t fit, in my opinion.

And I hate it even more because after those fucking insane elevator scenes with Karen at the hotel, he doesn’t even contact her but he’s sleeping with a random bartender? I can understand being too scared to go to Karen - the first person you’ve connected with since your family was killed? While you’re in the midst of trying to avenge said family? I completely get why the thought of anything with Karen would terrify Frank. But to then turn around and go home with Beth?

I hate it and it felt wrong.

But! I would love to hear from any other fans of Kastle. So feel free to reach out 😊

[mattslvrxo]

hi everyone— over the past few days, i’ve been pretending to be friends with our “favorite” liar, @dollysturnioo (now known as @sturniolosdoll ). as many of you are aware, @nickssidewitch already made a post addressing this situation and raised several valid points about the dishonesty from these “NDA” accounts. but, the only person i got close to was dolly. our interactions began after a small, insignificant exchange in her comment section, which led to her dming me directly.

if you don’t know dolly, she’s been claiming that she’s secretly dating chris sturniolo and that she’s under a non-disclosure agreement (nda) that prevents her from talking about it publicly. but almost immediately after messaging me, someone she didn’t even know, she started revealing private details that she supposedly isn’t allowed to share. if you’ve actually signed a real nda, that kind of behavior is not just irresponsible—it could be a legal violation.

on top of that, she’s also made claims about matt sturniolo having a secret girlfriend, as if she has insider knowledge on their private lives. but again, these are serious accusations with no actual proof—just vague statements meant to make her seem more connected than she really is.

CONVERSATION IN HER COMMENTS:

as shown, our conversation was more humorous in tone. i played into the role of an overdramatic, emotional girl whos obsessed with matt as a joke (but i totally am obsessed lolll)

THE DMS:

this is where i formed the idea: become her “friend” and get information. i asked her to be moots, which eventually opened the door to a potential friendship.

DOLLY TALKING TO ME ABOUT DATING CHRIS:

which was odd to me because in the public comments (screenshot provided), she explicitly says she won’t answer any questions regarding whether she’s dating one of the triplets. yet, less than 10 minutes into our conversation, she tells me she’s dating chris. this is especially strange because she claimed she signed an nda—a legally binding agreement preventing her from disclosing that kind of information for six months. it makes absolutely no sense for her to reveal that to someone she barely knows, especially within a day of speaking online

NDA TALK:

here, she confirms to me directly that she signed an nda. regardless of whether that’s true, anyone genuinely bound by an nda—especially someone over 21—would understand how serious it is not to share that kind of confidential detail with a stranger online.

(referring to the triplets by saying clones)

INSTAGRAM INFO:

as we continued talking, she gave me a brief description of what she looked like..

while the description wasn’t very detailed, she did mention having blue hair—which isn’t super common—making it relatively easier to narrow her down. i spent about 30 minutes combing through chris’s following, mentions, etc. i sped the video up 100x since i couldn’t upload the full length, and i’ll include the clip below:

i blurred parts that could show my profile pic or my mutuals’ handles, but as you can see at the top, i’m going through chris’s following. not once did i find a plus-size girl with blue hair. it’s possible she doesn’t have instagram, but from what i saw, no one fitting that description is followed by chris.

MATT AND CHRIS BEING APART OF THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY AND NICK NOT BEING “COMPLETELY GAY” :

during a conversation about kinks and preferences, she said this:

this immediately struck me as off—there’s never been any indication that matt is a part of the lgbtq+ community. we all know him as straight. that comment alone made me question everything:

as you can see she also claimed that nick has slept with women, yet in this clip from one of their reaction videos: https://mega.nz/file/Xixy0Sxa#nl8deY6Aswttl7w1fr7IM_Wo4ZE--exOn322O4CQnSQ

(I put it as a MEGA link because I cannot add more than one video from my camera roll in this blog post ) he literally says he wouldn’t date a woman and even mentions not wanting to touch a woman at all. she did say that he would not date a woman, but she did mention him having like sexual contact with a woman. 

side note: just because she have the boys' “permission” to tell their sexualities to ppl doesn't mean that she SHOULD

MATT AND CHRIS BOTH BEING INTERESTED IN DOLLY:

she also claimed that she hooked up with matt at some point:

also, in this screenshot which, the person who provided me this will stay anonymous: https://mega.nz/file/TiIgkJhR#pbcPz0zX3scb8nkHiJrln9pqLU230AOak75ysMbLD5g

the account that claims to be matt says that theyre basically all in a poly relationship that includes: dolly, loopie, matt, and chris.

however, in their reading fanfiction pt. 2 video: https://mega.nz/file/OnwnkJxY#Lw5mQy9mBdJJRevtPEsp2HygeYHGYjeMOenIyUxE0ek

chris says he would never be interested in a girl who’s had any kind of involvement with matt.

so if she did hook up with matt, and now claims she’s with chris—and on top of that still says she adores matt (which she told me directly)—none of it makes sense.

ENDING NOTE:

lying about being under an nda isn’t just suspicious—it’s legally risky and potentially dangerous. ndas, or non-disclosure agreements, are binding legal contracts. if you actually sign one, breaking it can lead to serious consequences like lawsuits, fines, and long-term damage to your reputation. and if you’re lying about having signed one just to make your story seem more believable, that’s not only manipulative—it disrespects the real legal boundaries that people in the public eye actually have to deal with.

pretending to be in a relationship with someone and claiming to have signed an nda as “proof” is a major red flag. it shows a complete lack of understanding of how serious and private that kind of agreement really is. ndas are in place to protect reputations, careers, and private information—not to be used as props in lies to get attention online.

whoever is behind this account needs to understand that this isn’t just harmless gossip anymore. it’s misleading, it’s manipulative, and it’s disrespectful to both the creators involved and the fans who genuinely support them. at this point, the inconsistencies are overwhelming. multiple people have come forward with undeniable proof that this person is not who they claim to be, and it’s becoming clear that the story they’ve built is based on lies.

if the person behind this account has any respect for the people they’re talking about—or even just a sense of accountability—they should step forward and admit the truth. because continuing to lie when the evidence is stacked against you won’t protect you forever. it only makes the fallout worse when it finally comes.

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taglist: @birlemsbae @elianamattlvr @sagesturns @adoreyousturniolos @sturnizolo @chrissturnslovergirlx @slvt4chrissturniolo @sturniolo-szn2 @matts-girlfriend @chrispleasure @sturns-mermaid @loverrgirl3 @chrisspussygang @kait123456789876543 @sturnsiolos0 @chrissv4mp @auttysturnz @chrizfavlilslut @chrissonnyangel @mattsweethart @mattsmatcha @mattscumdump @sturnitup @sturnshood @coolasice01 @munchingmini @sturniologlaze @sturnswiftie @sturn-baby05

[velvetvexations]

im obsessed w that person saying "terfism isnt based on man hating" because that is literally literally the basis, terfs own definition of it. thats why its called what its called! terfs THINK what theyre doing is excluding predatory MEN! am i going crazy? is that not what a terfs self defined goal is?

That's not gender validating though, so we have to pretend they see our true soul-sex and use trans women's assignment as an excuse to treat us the way they would treat other cis women if it were 'allowed.'

Don't ask why they supposedly see trans women as women but trans men as poor defenseless AFABs who need to be protected and nurtured. The mysteries of that contradiction are the last wall between TRFs and unironically saying that trans men aren't oppressed at all.

[partiallysame]

thank you x1000 for the hand smooches and thank you for walking with me on that one!!! i fear i will be holding your hand hostage for the foreseeable future though bc i am OBSESSED with tattoo artist!simon

oooooh i just know simon felt weak in the knees at the “yes sir��. absolutely adorable how simon is this big scary military man to just about everyone else but he’s a nervous mess (internally) about tattooing you.

fun fact: i used to be a receptionist at a tattoo & piercing shop so there are moments in here that really made me giggle bc i’ve experienced them first hand. like simon spilling the tea (no pun intended) on johnny getting a smaller less detailed tattoo in a similar spot and damn near screaming bloody murder about it is so accurate. i remember a guy coming in to get a chest piece done and he was talking big shit to his girl on the phone about “yeah it’s just a black and white chest piece…nah babe i’m sitting through the whole thing so it’ll only be one session.” not 20 minutes later this man is squeezing the arms of the chair so tight they’re creaking and the artist has to stop several times to have him sit up and drink something (we had to give him a pop out of the paid shop refrigerator) bc he was about to pass out. needless to say he only got the outline done that day. meanwhile one of the other artists had a lady come in armed with a plushie and a blanket to get a sternum/under boob chandelier piece and she yapped with the artist for the entire session. they finished in one session and only stopped for a lunch break and for the artist to stretch. feeling the artist’s body heat through the glove is also very real. i’m starting to wonder if running hot is a requirement to be a tattoo artist bc istg all of mine have all felt like furnaces

it’s such a small thing but i also loved that you mentioned that reader felt comfortable with simon unlike the bad vibes they’d gotten from previous artists. some tattoo artists definitely get a big head and start thinking they’re hot shit and above abiding by social decency and respecting boundaries. they can get handsy (moreso than what the tattoo calls for), make uncomfortable and/or rude comments about your body, and just behave in an overall unprofessional manner just bc they think the type of job they have excuses shitty predatory behavior. so i love that simon makes reader feel comfortable and at ease in his chair.

johnny being a menace/gremlin is just canon in every universe and i love it

sorry i always send you the longest asks known to mankind 😅 but i did need to wax poetic about tattoo artist!simon for a minute bc 😮‍💨🤤🤪

I love the idea of tattoo artist!simon and have def thought about all of the 141s being artists. I live in their shop in my head

Ok let me flex the way one of my artists looks (with his consent) bc he’s 6’4 and giant and gives me Simon and Johnny vibes by his looks. Plus he tattooed me high hip and he asked if he could move me and mans lifted my whole body up to shift me and I was trying to keep the horny in big time when he did. This is him and he gives off you’re safe with me vibes even if the person next to him doesn’t this man has GOT you

But also yesss it’s like tattoo artist common knowledge at this point that men sit awful and women can take the pain sooooo much better. As a tatted up girl I’ve def had all the experiences with the shitty behaved artists or my friends have

[she-ran-i-pursued]

don’t you think you should go for women your own age rather than Esmerelda?🤨 you’re nearly three times older than her

H-How dare you, I am not chasing after that harlot like some sort of lovesick schoolboy! She’s so impure, and I do not desire any sort of relationship with- with her…

His voice trembles as he speaks and he can feel his robe clinging to him uncomfortably as he tries to convince himself that he in fact is not completely obsessed over the girl.

[mamiobesssionfics]

Of Kicks and Kisses

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: After joining a pregnancy program, you find yourself expecting a baby and Rhea is all in.

Rhea read the email three times before looking up at you with eyes wide like you’d just handed her the universe. "So you're... pregnant?"

You nodded slowly, nervously, watching her lips part in stunned silence before she pulled you into her arms, burying her face in your neck.

"I can’t believe it," she whispered, voice cracking. "We’re going to be parents."

It started with a program, the kind for women wanting to become mothers through donor insemination.

You’d talked about it, dreamed about it, but nothing compared to the reality. That little plus sign changed everything. And from the very first moment, Rhea was all in.

The morning sickness hit like a truck.

You were curled up in the bathroom, head in your hands, groaning as your stomach twisted again. Rhea sat beside you on the cold floor, rubbing slow circles into your back.

“I swear to God, if I could fight the nausea for you, I would.”

You chuckled between gags. “You’d body slam the hormones?”

“Hell yeah. Toss ‘em out the ring.” She kissed your temple, warm and steady. “But since I can’t… ginger tea?”

You nodded weakly.

She was up in seconds, already memorising what calmed your stomach. Saltines, ice water, cold washcloths, and playlists of soothing music. You didn’t even have to ask.

Even though she travelled for work, she made time. Video calls where she’d rub the screen like she could reach through. Voice messages at 3 AM. Little gifts: stretchy leggings, cherry-scented lotion, a hoodie that smelled like her.

“I miss you,” she’d say.

“I’m huge,” you’d pout.

“You’re perfect. And so is our little bean.”

The cravings were weird.

Pickles and marshmallows. Ice chips dipped in fruit syrup. Fried rice with chocolate.

You were constantly apologising.

But Rhea? She loved it.

She’d show up with bags of snacks, dramatic as always. “For my glowing goddess and her bizarre spawn.”

One night, you were half-asleep when she whispered, “Tell me what you’re craving.”

“Cherries.”

The next morning, she had three kinds in a bowl. Fresh, frozen, dried. You cried.

Your belly began to grow more visible, and with it, so did Rhea’s obsession.

“She kicked,” you said one night.

Rhea dropped her water bottle like it offended her. “What?! Where? Let me feel.”

You guided her hand.

The moment that tiny bump nudged her palm, she froze, then smiled so wide it hurt your heart.

“She’s strong,” she whispered. “Just like her mama.”

She started talking to your belly every night. Whispering stories. Promises. Sweet nothings she thought you couldn’t hear.

You always heard.

You waddled. There was no denying it.

Your feet were swollen. Your lower back screamed. You cried at commercials.

Rhea carried you through it all. Almost literally.

She rubbed your feet every night. She ran hot baths, filled them with rose petals, then sat beside you while you soaked. She painted your toenails when you couldn't reach, red to match your favourite lipstick.

“You're doing so good,” she whispered every time you felt like breaking.

She decorated the nursery with soft blacks, cherry reds, and wrestling memorabilia. Little boots. A toy championship belt.

A onesie that read Future Champ.

“Are we ready?” you asked, wide-eyed.

She kissed your bump. “We’ve never been more ready.”

It started with pressure.

Then pain.

Then fear.

You gripped Rhea’s hand so hard you thought you might break her fingers. But she didn’t flinch.

“I’m right here. I’m not leaving.”

Sweat poured. You cursed. You screamed. You cried.

And through it all, Rhea never hesitated.

“You’re almost there. Just one more—come on, baby, you got this.”

A cry. Small. Beautiful.

The world stilled.

They laid the baby on your chest, and you sobbed. Rhea kissed your forehead, then the baby’s tiny head.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered. “You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

You held your daughter close, heart bursting.

Rhea looked down at both of you, tears glistening in her eyes.

And she whispered the words she’d been waiting months to say,

"We’re a family."

[this-sapphic-paradise]

natalie made a mistake and was caught, so now has to do some community service and she chooses the option to keep company to someone at the hospital- that happens to be at the psychiatric aisle. she was hoping to spend some time with some teen with an ed or a depressed dude. but they pair her with a women on her forties who is nice and just wants to go on walks on the garden outside of the hospital. nat becomes obsessed and flirts nonstop, trying to get in lottie’s pants, while the older keep’s rejecting her kindly, which doesn’t discourage nat one bit. they end up spending a lot of time together (nat has to fill a lot of community hours) and lottie -after a lot of persuasion- agrees to kiss nat once. after that nat understands it’s green lights and goes after lottie even harder, trying be secretive at the hospital so they are not caught. one day they have a little argument nat calls lottie ‘mom’ without thinking and it surprises both, making nat ran off. the next day is lottie who pushes nat till they end up making out at the garden with nat whimpering for her mommy.

i love ur mommy lottie and wanted to see how it was if she wasn’t the one actively chasing nat and the power imbalance was different

First of all: thank you SO much for the prompt! I literally wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow just so I could keep working on this!!

Secondly, I'm feeling kinda sick, so this first part is a bit of a short set up. I still hope you enjoy it, though!

CW: adult x under age relationship

Girl Interrupted

(part 1/?)

Great. Just great. Natalie mentally huffs as she’s being taken up and down the sterile halls of the hospital’s psych ward by a way too chipper nurse with short, curly, blonde hair and big-ass roundish glasses.

“You're very lucky to have been assigned to us, actually.” The nurse, Misty, yaps on. “I know we get a bad rep, but it’s mainly due to the media and, well, the history of mental hospitals, but–” she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Things have changed a lot through the years and I guarantee you, our patients are mostly very well-behaved. I make sure of it.”

Nat glances at the woman then. Something about the way she said that last sentence sounds suspiciously like a threat instead of an innocent observation, and by the way Misty tilts her chin up with pride, Nat thinks she might be correct in her assumptions.

“Cool.” She clears her throat and looks more directly at Misty. “So, um, who am I gonna be babysitting?”

Misty shoots her a disapproving look. “You're not here to babysit anyone, miss Scatorccio. If anything, I'm the one burdened with babysitting you.

“You are here to start chipping away at the absurd amount of community service hours the judge assigned you, and I've been gracious enough to find you a patient who's well into her recovery so you won't be put at risk—and neither will she.”

“Jeez, sorry.” Nat's cheeks flush slightly at being so thoroughly reprimanded by the human equivalent of a poodle. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Misty hums, looking down at the teen with the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ll be Charlotte Matthews's companion,” she resumes, leading Natalie through a backdoor, out onto the hospital gardens. “She's an old high school friend of mine, so I expect you to be extra attentive to her, do you understand?”

Did being friends with you drive her mad? The quip is on the tip of Natalie's tongue, but she manages to contain herself. “Yeah,” she replies instead, coming to a stop when Misty puts out her arm and motions for her to look toward the biggest tree in the garden.

“Holy shit!” Nat gasps the moment her eyes land on who she presumes to be Charlotte Matthews.

“What?” Misty asks, sounding alarmed.

“Huh?” Nat tears her eyes away from the gorgeous woman. “Oh, um, nothing.” She coughs. “I, uh, I thought I saw a yellowjacket.”

Misty frowns and gets into her personal space. “What do you know about Yellowjackets?”

Nat has honestly never been more confused in her life. “Uuhhh… That they are a type of wasp…”

Misty’s eyes narrow as she stares at her, but after a second she seems to accept Natalie’s answer and goes back to being her chipper self. “Anyways! Lottie is a doll, she won’t give you any trouble. Just let me know if she starts talking about prophecies or sacrifices. And oh! You absolutely cannot let her leave the hospital, understood?”

Nat gives her a sarcastic little salute and Misty rolls her eyes, motioning for her to follow her once more.

The closer they get to Charlotte, the more excited Nat becomes as she can see more and more details about the woman. Her beautiful, long black hair is down, styled in loose waves; her olive skin looks healthy and tanned—especially for someone who is being held in a psych ward. There’s a tattoo on the inside of her left forearm, and when Lottie lifts the book she’s reading, Natalie can see well-defined muscles in her arms.

“Lottie,” Misty calls with a smile plastered on her lips. “You have company.”

The woman turns her head in surprise and Natalie catches the slight furrow of her brows as if she’s surprised to hear such a thing, but then intense, deep brown eyes fall on her and the furrow vanishes, replaced by an expression of pure curiosity.

“Hello there.”

Misty places her hands in her scrub pockets and grins. “Lottie, this is Natalie. She is… volunteering with us, and I thought it would be great for you to have some company.” She gently elbows Natalie and the girl steps forward.

“H-Hi.”

Rolling her eyes, Misty rushes to say so she can go back to her actual job, “Natalie will be with you from 3:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. from Monday to Friday, and 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Saturday and Sunday. Be nice to her, Lottie.”

Without taking her eyes off the girl, Lottie nods, “When am I ever not nice, Misty?”

“Mhm…” Misty shakes her head and walks off, leaving the two alone.

Natalie waits until Misty is out of sight before sitting down next to Lottie beneath the tree. “What are you reading?” she asks, hoping to ease into a smooth conversation, but the older woman seems to have other plans.

“What did you do to earn such terrible punishment to be forced to spend all your time here?”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to ask that type of thing here,” Nat shoots back.

“That’s prison, darling.” Lottie deadpans and Nat smirks.

“Same difference.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“I could say the same.”

Lottie’s lips curl into a smile and she shows Natalie the cover of her book, but her eyes never leave the girl’s face.

“Meditation: the art of ecstasy,” Natalie reads the title out loud and smirks again. “Damn, maybe I should get into meditation.”

“Now, who’s deflecting?”

Natalie chuckles and shakes her head. “I got caught drinking one too many times,” she tells a half truth, hoping it'll be enough to satiate the woman's curiosity.

It earns her a curious, intense look from those marvelous dark eyes, but at the end Lottie decides to let it go. “Well, I hope you stay out of trouble from now on, Natalie.”

Nat gives her a dimpled smile. “I wouldn't count it.”

[virtualtear00]

Proper height difference between Navani and Raboniel

[charliexspring]

kate beckett – 4x07 cops & robbers

[ducktracy]

going completely nutso over Rosemary Wells' art. appeal in its rawest form. these are so cute and again just APPEALING that it physically hurts

[artsychanel]

jude duarte.

[shorthaltsjester]

having thoughts and feelings about perc’ahlia and their could-be-but-would-never-allow-the-other-to-destroy-themselves-enough-to-actually-become-the-briarwoods parallel/foilism. particularly with vex and delilah and potential places this season might go but also just vex’s “it’s like i’m a bad omen” and the fact that like. vex has full awareness of her feelings for percy and alludes to them to him. but then after she has sex with him it is so so compelling to me that vex is like. this is all i can have with him and i’ll take just this even if maybe it’s flying too close to the sun. and something something the shot of delilah embracing sylas after she’s brought him back, looking over his shoulder into a mirror where it looks like she isn’t holding anything at all and just . god. the like oppositional threads of delilah refusing to lose sylas and holding on tight at any cost and vex holding herself so far from percy to deny the pain that would come with losing/hurting him and the like. venn diagram cross over of something is lost anyway.

[clowder5]

depressed, awkward, short husband and his wife who can be her loving and also awkward self around him

[xxphilocalistxx]

I CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE THIS OMG

[viciousvales]

The Residence is great for many reasons but also because it is so fun and refreshing to see a Black woman portraying the quirky detective character that has historically been dominated by white british men

[novelconcepts]

The more the show progresses, the more I want to see the 90s cast infiltrating the modern timeline. We've gotten hints of it with Shauna and her younger self, her Jackie hauntings. We've gotten a little more with adult Lottie seeing teenage Nat (and Laura Lee), and with Natalie getting teenage Lottie in her final moments. I want more. I want the teen cast to be absolutely invasive on pivotal adult moments, infecting their adult counterparts when least expected. I want Taissa's argument with Van to dissolve into their teenage selves, their bond endless and timeless and inescapable. I want Misty absolutely wrecked by young Natalie lurking around corners, watching from mirrors. I want to see these women unable to navigate adulthood without the specters of their teenage selves cropping up absolutely everywhere, more and more as they let the memories in, as they stop being able to repress the trauma. They didn't grow up. They never could. You are always doomed to regress around your high school teammates. You are haunted by the phantom elements of your misspent youth. It is a comfort, and it is a gift, and it is a trial, and it is a curse. I would love to see that reflected with greater intensity, until the lines blur, until the timelines have no choice but to intersect. They haven't escaped themselves at all. They didn't grow up. They just got older.