#i indicated fuck alllll

[selfcarecap]

Who reported my fic 😔💔 just cut off my wings that would be less painful honestly

[brooooswriting]

vada/jenna being like, super touchy and needy? after r was away for a couple of days due to going to see their fam/going on holiday..

btw love ur work!! i’m waiting for p2 of whipped :)) it was so cute

-a

Never leave again

Vada Cavell x reader

The holidays used to be vadas favorite time, People from school were annoying the fuck out of her and she hated waking up early. So the holidays, where she could spend everyday with either Nick or Amelia was great. Until she met you.

She suddenly loved school and you were the reason. While nick and her drove to school together you’d wait for her outside every damn day, walking her to her locker and to class, offering her snacks, skipping classes with her every now and then. You were everything she wished for and at the same time everything her parents wished for her, at least mostly.

Vada was impulsive, she didn’t think most of her actions through which made her being alone dangerous. But you? You were always on time, you had good grades and manners, you were calculated at most times and knew how to deal with Vada. What her parents didn’t know was that you liked to drink and smoke too every now and then. But after all you were still just a teenager.

But now Vada had a problem with holidays, your family was one of those families who liked to go away every damn holiday. When you were on short trips they allowed you to take Vada with you, but when you asked if you could take Vada with you to your aunts house they denied. It was supposed to be an only family vacation, your sister also wasn’t allowed to take somebody with her. Even after four days of annoying them you weren’t allowed to take her with you. Sure, 6 days weren’t the world but still.

So you said your goodbye with some tears being shed on Vadas side, which nearly made you cry too. After promising that you’d text her and call her everyday she finally let you go and get into the car, waving you until you were out of sight.

Obviously you kept your promise and texted her everyday but sadly the WiFi was terrible so it wasn’t a lot of texting. You could text her like three times a day, no pictures or FaceTime. Vada understood that it wasn’t your fault and was fine with your three texts but not being able to talk to you for longer than 5 minutes.

Your family decided to stay a week longer, your and vadas downfall. At least until you could convince them to let you go already, your grandparents offered to take them home which meant that you could take the car and go back home. You decided to not tell Vada until you arrived, loading up and her favorite snacks and fast food you parked in front of her house and rang her up.

“Look outside” you said as soon as she picked up, a confused grunt following your statement indicating that she took a nap when you called.

“Why would I?” She asked with a yawn, but you could still hear her standing up. So you got out of the car and leaned against the hood, smiling as soon as you saw the front door crack open.

“Y/n” she squealed, running across the street into your arms. Her arms wrapped around your neck and your legs around your waist, while your rested under her legs to keep her up. You quickly pressed your lips to her head before nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, placing soft kisses there.

“God, I missed you” you mumbled into her, slightly pulling away to press a kiss to her lips. She hummed in delight, one of her hands playing with the baby hairs on your neck. “I have some snacks, fast food and a house alllll to myself. Wanna come?” You grinned as you sat her back on the ground, a while leaving her.

“Of course, I’ll just get my phone and tell my parents. Then we can go” she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along which caused you to grunt, clearly confused.

“Why am I coming along?” You asked laughing slightly as you tripped over your own feet. “Hey Mr. And Mrs. Cavell, Amelia” you called out as Vada pulled you up to her room. A faint ‘hello y/n” before laughing.

“Because, I’m not letting you go again, you’re staying with me from now on” she stated completely serious, her hand tightening around yours. The small brunette pulled your intertwined hands up to her mouth, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of yours. “Now let’s go, I gotta tell my parents” she pulled you downstairs with her, into the kitchen were her parents stood. “I’m gonna go with y/n ok?” She said as if it was the most normal and obvious thing ever, and to them it kind off was.

“Alright, don’t do anything stupid” her mother said, pressing a kiss to her head before side hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back before shaking her fathers hand, mumbling a ‘Mr. Cavell’ which made him laugh. He had told you around a thousand times to stop calling him that but you stocked with him, wanting to show him as much respect as possible.

You said your goodbyes and disappeared off to your car where you opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside before closing the door and getting in yourself. Starting the car and driving off was harder than you thought with one hand as Vada whined and grunted as soon as you were in the car, only stopping when your hand started to stroke her thigh. “Took you long enough” she grinned, you chuckled and waited until the next red light to lean over and kiss her.

Once you arrived you brought your suitcase, the snacks and the fast food inside. “I’m gonna take a shower real quick, why don’t you already choose a movie?” You asked as you set the snacks down.

“You know what, I think I might need a shower too” she grinned and run upstairs to the bathroom, you chuckled and shook your head before following. Whatever one might think happened in that shower, is probably wrong. The small brunette clung onto you the whole time, making it hard to get clean but at one point you still succeeded and could finally leave the shower. Both of you got redressed in comfy cloths before going downstairs to eat on the couch while watching whatever movie Vada chose.

Even while eating her legs were thrown over yours, her body constantly touching yours. It has been a rather long time since you and Vada had been separated for that long so her touchiness wasn’t really something that you were confused by.

Once you guys finished your food you laid back, the petite brunette immediately laying on top of you, pulling herself as close as possible. A smile forming on your face as your hand rubbed up and down her back. “I want a kiss” she mumbled into your chest for the sixth time in probably 15 minutes but nonetheless you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, this time she didn’t let you go quickly. She kept the kiss going, titling her head to deepen it, a small moan leaving your mouth causing a grin to form on her face. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” You smiled as you parted, her lips slightly swollen and red.

A giggle left her mouth as she nodded, her hands placing themself under your hoodie, causing a shiver to erupt all over your body. Her touch always had that effect on you. “I love you” you mumbled into her hair as your arms wrapped around her waist.

“I love you too” she said and kissed your chest through your hoodie. The tv was still silently playing in the back, but both of you were only focused on each other, finally being able to bask in each others presence again. You couldn’t wait to spend a week with Vada alone.

“Wanna smoke?” You asked, a happy squeal leaving her mouth as she jumped up and pulled you outside with her. You went to sit on one of the chairs, thinking Vada would sit on the one next to you but instead she settled onto your lap, her head resting against your shoulder.

You didn’t think that getting high would make Vada even clingier but it did, she didn’t even stand up when you decided to go to bed. Instead insisting on you carrying her to bed, which you did. And again, the moment your back touched the bed she was on top of you. But the thing is, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. There was something about Vada being vulnerable like this which made you melt.

She fell asleep on you almost immediately, a chuckle leaving your chest as she snorted slightly. God, you love this woman.

[straykids-97]

Yunho's natal chart indicates he'd be into CNC and it just fits so well.

Just being able to have full control over you and treat you like his property...

Listen.

Listen.

LISTEN.

LISTEN!

You can’t do this to me Ruby 😭. Your natal charts only confirm my suspicions of how they (could potentially) act.

NEVER TRUST A GOLDEN RETRIEVER TYPE‼️

They act alllll sweet in public, hugging you and smiling and shit. Then they get you home and 180° your ass and then you turn around and they giving you the glare.

If you haven’t read @whatudowhennooneseesyou natal chart yet for Yunho, then for context plz STOP READING THIS AND GO THERE FOR REFERENCE!!

Here, I’ll help you out: NSFW YUNHO NATAL CHART

I am a firm believer AND supporter of HARD Dom Yunho. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Control

Dancing on the edge of obedience and disobedience is something of a fine art. Especially when it comes to you and Yunho.

As much as you love the consequences, you hate the way he glared at you when you did the exact opposite of what he asked of you. It almost made your skin crawl.

However, you were far more needy today and you were willing to literally do anything for even and iota of Yunho’s attention. Even if it was something you had never done before.

Yunho is sat at his desk, headphones over his ears, playing a game with the boys. You stand next to him, a familiar leather piece of jewelry that you only wore on occasion. At first, you weren’t sure if he even noticed you. But after dying and having a few moments to spare, he turns to you. The look in his eyes said it all; he was annoyed. He had been dealing with your bratty ass all morning, and he honestly didn’t want to spend the afternoon doing it either.

“What?” He gives you a quick once over, before his eyes do a double take to what’s in your hands. You watch as Yunho’s eyes slowly rake back up to your face, “Oh?” You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. “Are you sure?” He leans back in his chair, muting his mic before going on. “You understand what it means when you have that on, right?” You feebly nod, jumping slightly when he snaps at you, “Words.” His were sharp and concise, like a knife.

“Yes.” You feel his large hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you forward into his body. You catch yourself before you fall, and then he wraps his free hand around your throat, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” A sly grin spreads over his face as he slowly takes the soft pink collar from your hands. “Hold your hair.” You stand there, pulling your hair into your hands and allow him to pull the collar around your throat. You gulp, feeling it tighten in place as he snaps it in the front of your neck.

You take a deep breath as his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing. “Now leave.” He snaps. An icy shiver for anticipation runs down your spine and you promptly leave his room.

Wearing the collar meant that he could do whatever he wanted to you, when he wanted to. He didn’t need permission, he already had it. As long as the collar was around your neck, he could come to you in the middle of the night and do whatever his deprived brain could think of.

You were washing dishes from dinner when he finally caught you, your shenanigans finally catching up to you. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and yanked you backward, causing you to stumble. “Ah- Yunho!” You gasp, holding his wrist as he pinned you to the counter.

“Shut up!” He snapped, yanking your pants down to your thighs, proding your entrance with his hardened cock. “Good girls get to choose,” he hissed in your ear as he rolled his hips, his cock gliding across your folds, “bad girls take what they’re given and shut up.”

You whimper and nod, letting him do whatever he wanted. He drew back, thrusting his hips into yours as he began to roughly fuck you into the countertop. Your hips were going to be bruised from the force he was exerting behind you. “God- Fuck!” You cry as an orgasm rips through your body so violently that you almost think that you passed out.

Yunho yanks you into his body, arms wrapping around your midsection, a hand going to your throat and the other to your stomach to hold you as close as he could as he picked up the pace. No longer focused on if he was going hard anymore. He was chasing his own high. “Fuck.” He drew out the word like it was a delicacy to be savored, and after a few moments, his hips stuttered and he ceased moving.

You feel the collar fall off your neck and Yunho instantly goes into literal dad mode. “I wasn’t too rough was I? Are you ok?” He preens, turning you around in his arms to see the fucked out look on your face. You giggle sleepily, nodding feebly. He chuckles back, “Come on sleepy head.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead and pulls you to your bedroom.

[vaguely-concerned]

so sad that we didn't get a follow up game for andromeda if for no other reason then because I never got to play out the full arc of my ryder looking hauntedly at himself in the mirror realizing he very much is his father's son in more ways than he's strictly comfortable with

(by default sara always seems to me to be the twin who's the most obviously like alec -- with small variances based on how you play her if she's the PC twin, she's always presented as more driven, competetive and academically minded than scott, who's framed in the family dynamic more as the underachiever/slacker fuckup twin. as an example, see: the conversation you have with alec about the sibling who's in coma at the beginning of the game. when you're scott they bond over joking that sara would be so pissed to be out of commission because she's been planning to be the first to scale every mountain, and when you're sara it's that scott never liked to get up in the morning anyway, how typical of him. (even in jest I feel like this indicates a slightly unpleasant dynamic where one of the few reliable tactics that work for sara to get connection with her dad is for both of them to turn on scott to mock him. which like. very real type of interpersonal dynamic that exists, and one of the character aspects I like the most in andromeda for all that it's uncomfortable, it feels quite subtle and well observed.) you can make sara a bit more neurotic/nervous and awkward and/or charmingly dorky when playing as her and you can make scott a bit more serious, but these aspects of the characters hold true no matter what. which for the record I absolutely love! it's the thing the hawke family also provides in da2, being able to see the dynamics that lead to your character being the way they are alllll the way back and building on it.

hOWEVER with my scott. this apparent disconnect between himself and his dad in terms of character traits (and the lack of communication in that relationship that stood in the way of letting him see that his father was a lot of other things behind the fragile hard outer shell of him than he wanted to show) means that as time goes on scott is fucking blindsided by all the common traits that start popping up under pressure. which you can actually start to introduce in the game itself, too -- if you choose mostly the logical and casual options, it's almost freaky how much ryder starts to sound like a younger and more irreverent version of their dad. (the most interesting version of liam's loyalty quest for me is actually the one where you go full professional and chew him out afterwards, and as liam storms off you can practically SEE ryder arrive at the thought 'oh my god I have become my father' in real time fhdsakj. in general some of the most interesting moments in me:a to me happen when you manage to break away from video game people pleaser mode.)

especially the things alec was willing to do to not lose his wife, to not be alone, he'd rather she be alive and pissed with him than gone forever because that's how desperately he needed her to exist... I think one day scott will look up and go '...oh fuck' at realizing the lengths he would go for someone he loves, and that he has the means to do it too and would make his father's (very bad to be clear) choice all over again if push came to shove. keeping horrible secrets is just the family tradition what does it matter if the weight of them grows heavier and heavier to bear over the years these are family heirlooms you know. I mean, my guy romanced reyes, so you already know he's got something deeply deeply wrong with him lol but this horrors of love side of him only adds to it. scott ryder got his fundamental lack of inner peace from his father and his social skills and abysmal taste in men from his mother

[the1975attheirverybest]

Listen…I just know Matty knows how to MAKE LOVE. I’m sure he’s down for a quick fuck or something rough too but when it comes down to it that boy fucks with his whole soul. I can just tell by how he is. He’s the type to go down on you first and knows how to touch a woman. I am certain he is the type of guy that isn’t too shy to moan and let you know that you are pleasing him. For some reason I also feel like he’s into biting and choking.

is it bad that the first thing I thought of while reading this is the fact that Matty once responded to a tweet that said something like "I bet Matty Healy knows where the clit is" with a picture of a human KNEE labeled "the clit"? MAAAAAN, I miss his shitposts....

ANYWAYSS!!

Sex with Matty is always great but sex with Matty when he's in love with you??? That shit is NEXT levellll. Cuz he'd pour his whole heart and soul into every little movement, every word, every sound, touch, everythingggg. He just wants his girl to feel good so he's so soft and attentive and he takes his time. It's not about him or his ego, so he doesn't mind her telling him what she likes, in fact, he cherishes and learns her preferences very quickly cuz he just wants it to be the best, most comfortable experience for her, "how's that feel, honey? that good? yeah?" and he's smiling and happy that he got her whining and moaning, a real indicator that she's actually enjoying herself. He'd definitely go down on her first, or at least finger her and get her nice and wet before he goes any further. And he ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT want her feeling self-conscious if it takes her a minute to get comfortable. He's all sweet, kissing her all over, "no rush, babe. I've got allll night," or like "we can take this one step at a time. Just means I get to spend this whole night lovin' on you. Who am I to complain about that?"

Then, when things eventually escalate, he's not afraid to be vocal. In fact, Matty's always vocal cuz he loves her so much that a simple touch from her turns him into putty. It's almost laughable how quickly his brain turns to mush. He just blurts out "baby, you feel so good around me," "fuck you're so perfect," "made for me." and he has to be touching. very big on skin to skin. wants to hold her hand, look into her eyes when she cums, wrap his arms around her while she shakes, he wants her nails scratching his back, he wants to nibble at her skin, he wants it alllll and he's not embarrassed to tell her straight up how she makes him feel.

[lakesbian]

not going to finish reading 1.1 tonight due to. the sleepy tired. and that shit is way longer than gestation. but i am certainly microwaving the first section i have read in my brain

i do have some Thoughts on the presumed magic(? this is one of the ones with magic i'm sure) but to be clear i am not generally a guy who gets really into trying to extrapolate or put together lore abt how the universe functions. like i figure we get there when we get there. i am significantly more invested in autopsying the workings of various characters. already breaking out the hacksaws for blake

i am surprised that he's in his 20s because the way everyone talks about him had me thinking he was also a traumatized teenager but like even more sopping wet than the undersiders about it. also i was surprised by how much of a Guy he is. like worm is primarily focused on complicated and interesting female characters and there just are not that many Guys in it. there are very few guys who are as relevant as the women and none of them are capital-g Guys. like...defiant is a redditor. brian owns a motorcycle helmet but taylor is literally, like, the first girl he's talked to in years that wasn't his little sister he's responsible 4 or his teammates he's more begrudgingly responsible for. he's so socially dysfunctional. alec vasil would never own a motorcycle or have tattoos, he walks around looking gay and then goes down 4 his gf's character development. none of the wormguys are capable of the energy blake thorburn is carrying. so it was very funny going "oh shit he's in his 20s instead of a sad wet teenager?" and then "oh shit he has a fucking motorcycle? and tattoos? and boots? and he's DATED people? and has friends??"

also very funny: being specifically surprised by the motorcycle because it seemed Too cool for how people talk about him and then finding out like 7 paragraphs down that it's actually the world's most shitty-dink sad little bike ever. like yeah okay. that checks out. that seems to accurately encapsulate blake thornburn's energy.

anyway my initial misassumptions out of the way. it is also sort of surreal seeing a wildbow protagonist that has like....basic levels of self-awareness about himself. he actually notices when his shrugging is starting to become more of an act than a genuine indicator of his disinterest. taylor would not have noticed! making my tentative first forays into understanding the blake psyche here because again i have not even finished 1.1 but the energy i'm getting so far is like. he tells himself he's not gonna get sucked into the family drama and then he does a pretty decent job of that, but he also does an excellent job of avoiding thinking about what the implicitly referenced background trauma is. he is generally not terribly unaware of his own emotions but this does not stop him from having his flight reflex triggered over a hug or from having trouble sleeping at home even when alllll the doors and windows are locked. i'm catching the vibes of him being relatively functional on the surface but having Something that is Extremely His Family's Fault broiling inside of him that might not come out now but will nigh-certainly come out eventually. i predict he has at least three really really bad mental breakdowns before this book is over. like i'm talking Severe. i'm getting "left and sorted out some of the trauma and is doing a pretty good job at being a reasonably mature 20ishyo not getting sucked back in the second he returns but is still going to have things boil over when shit gets real" energy. that might be nothing but i'm throwing darts here. we'll find out. definitely very surface level blatant trauma responses compared to some other wb characters though. i think the lack of repression means he's better at seeming like a Normal Guy upfront but is significantly more prone to getting very unnormal when the horrors get involved. i will not be comparing this to worm forever ftr but guy who has only read one wildbow novel is going to inevitably compare and contrast w other wildbow novel. it's a fun frame of reference 2 start analyzing thru when i'm only going off the very basics at first. anyway feel free to send ask commentary or whatever as always

[gregoftom]

ever just watch and replay the kiss to feel some emotion in your chest

the commitment to it the length of it the softness the firmness the eyes closed the eye open and unwavering in their contact the holding of his head the touch to his cheek and shoulder the pause on leaving to turn and nod, like the need to linger there, the want, the more that could be but doesn't come, the lack of words, the unfettered emotion

the length of time of that fucking press of lips to greg's forehead. the most raw outpouring of tenderness. of gratefulness. of getting to have and to hold and to keep. of being overcome by happiness and the expression of that is to kiss greg with such affection and care

to linger on that for as long as he genuinely wants to

to feel feel feel

to be almost in tears by it!

to be surprised by his own self for doing it. to have acted without inhibition, and that's what came

it's the softest thing in the world

and when he releases the kiss, to behold this angelic face in his palms...

ohhh my heart is aching for him.

and he had to remove himself from the corporate room of wives and bosses to let himself experience something so in need of pouring out of him. to be able to express that in front of greg, with greg. his release, his escape, his levity, his friendship, his comforting anchor of security. the one he's found and orbits to constantly since. the one he wouldn't want to do this without. a partner. a grounding presence. someone to be free around. someone he doesn't need to hide any part of himself around. he can be a prick, he can be macho, he can be loving, he can be feminine, he can be playful, he can be flirty, he can be sad, he can be tired, he can be grumpy, he can be nurturing, he can be seen in his socially weak moments without embarrassment or fear, and in fact taking greg's metaphorical hand to help him so openly. he'll be closed-off and angry at times but he can be weak and vulnerable. he shows his belly with undoubting trust.

greg's his one person I don't think he should ever have to go without in his life

(and really they should spoon and fall asleep together about it)

christ anon you want me dead!!! bc alllll of this - and the way tom does a little gulp and blinks afterwards, like he almost cant believe he did that, the way greg searches tom’s eyes for the joke, for a razz, and it doesn’t come, only genuineness and affection so he nods, understanding, his hands clasped almost in prayer like he’s a disciple of this hurricane of a man. the way tom’s fingers pet the back of greg’s head, such a tender action and something he knows greg likes, to soothe and answer his question; is it real?

yes greg, yes it is. realer than anything in this shitass world where people put on a meatsuit and pretend every day of their lives. it’s real with you. i’m real with you.

and about the belly thing, SO true but an actual visual example of this is the wrist in america decides - he exposes his wrist which is a vital weak spot to greg when greg takes the coke from it, representing so much in terms of their relationship. tom can’t help but expose himself, he loves greg so much. and despite it getting him burned greg loves him too, kissing his hand when pretending to snort the drugs [toms ring hand btw, which shows subservience indicating that greg Likes to be in that kind of position with tom and thus chooses to be and explains his pure joy at the sticker scene] bc these mfs are so desperate to press lips to one another that they find any way they can. skin other than mouth because they’re both too afraid to do that but they find any way they can because they want each other so badly.

they should you’re SO right and tom jetpacks greg, we seen that boy wrap his own arm around himself, he wants to be cuddled! needs to be! so he’d be so at peace and happy and feel so safe to have tom’s thick and warm arm around him.

IKR damn like. that really happened!!! and greg did the same in 4.08!!! damn these bitches are gay!!!! good for them!!! good for them…

[creature-wizard]

hi. so, i'm in a fandom. i fully acknowledge they're parasocial cults and while i'm not super involved in it or the parasocial aspects, it's import to acknowledge. especially for this show called warrior nun. there's a shitton of weird shit in warrior nun and i've done a lot of weird research trying to understand it. it always leads me to the weird parts of the internet, to the point where i think the show is foundationally tied to these bizarre beliefs. it cannot be separated from this cult element. it's always bothered me, and it feels like the show could either be setting up for some sort of commentary on it, like a cautionary tale about cult mentality, society and particularly how feminism is weaponized by cult leaders like teal swan and kaia ra, or... the people making it might be fans of people like teal swan and kaia ra. there are references to them alllll throughout the show, from dialogue to color scheme to hidden symbols to occult references to the concept of the plot in the first place. i'm afraid to address this publicly because the fandom is so intense and protective of the show and most people involved. it almost feels like the show primed the viewers to fall right into the grasp of people like teal swan and kaia ra. and it doesn't help that several of the bts creators literally sound like cult members when they talk, adamantly using terms like "next level" and "willing servant," and even hinting at that divine feminine bullshit by calling women "more sensitive." the isis unveiled of it all is so blatant even from the conception by the original producer. there are so many red flags with this show that i don't even know what to think, but until someone behind the scenes addresses this stuff, i really struggle to not just assume good will so i can be at peace with it and stop feeling paranoid. because i'm also a somewhat suitable candidate myself for prey for these new age women cult leaders, and i am aware of that and working on it. there's a possibility that the intent was always to reveal the dangers that were hidden all along by showing that the main or more characters are or were in a cult at the very end, and maybe the fandom itself is one too. not sure how meta it's intended to be, but the creators of the show didn't put all this shit in here by accident. but there's no indication of that. the bts people are so fucking weird that it's hard to tell if it's trolling or a hugely meta bait and switch to further the message of the show without tipping off that it's designed as critique of our era and the pitfalls of the fascist cult mentality. and literally no one is talking about this, i've searched. there's a chance they mean well. i would like to be at peace with assuming they do, but i'm not. so please, may i ask your opinion on all of this? if you watched the show you would see it and understand what i'm looking at here.

I've literally never heard of this show, and your assertion that if I watched it I would "see and understand" exactly what you're talking about while claiming that stuff as vague as color schemes are potentially evidence of a sinister cult agenda makes me more than a little uncomfortable. I'm sure this show has its share of questionable politics, but the way you're describing it to me sounds a lot like Satanic Panic rhetoric about literally any piece of fantasy media.

[koqabear]

Happy 2024! I almost didn’t make it tho because of lamb to the slaughter :D What a way to end 2023. First of all I have such a weak spot for hybrid/predatorxprey dynamics so having my favorite writer drop this fic out of nowhere gave me a heart attack. Loved the set up with soobin and reader and how we’re tricked into believing he has good intentions with how sweet he is on reader (although you could still see how he reveled in making the reader shy which could have been an indicator of how he would be later on). And then beomgy’s immediate obsession with reader and the whole scene in the kitchen before soobin arrived just had me on my knees. Smth ab the idea of beomgyu being all over you is just🤤and then watching soobin’s resolve inevitably crumbling and deciding to take advantage of reader’s dumbed out state😮‍💨🤌🏼apologizing even though we all know he’s not sorry🙄 love love loved it absolutely incredible, as always thank you for your service🫡

this is so embarrassing of me but hiiii !! how have you been ? :3 happy 2024, i hope the new year has been treating you well!

i kinda wish my impatient ass held onto that fic a little more,, teased a bit instead of releasing literally on. fucking new years eve 😭😭 it was very much buried in all the chaos but! what a way to end the year indeed… (i will never get over the impulses to drop fics out of nowhere im afraid.)

your favorite writer ?? ☹️ me ??? i will cry… thank you thank you thank you… BUT I ALSO have discovered that i really realllyyy like that predator/prey type of dynamic… it’s genuinely so fun and i think the whole hybrid thing just helped elevate things even more 

soobins character is just so !!! like. he’s so sweet and clingy and caring but he also just. can’t resist temptation… so easily swayed… i feel like he’s always had a bit of a bad possessiveness and pride,, it was bound to end in a disaster 😞

YOU GET IT. the whole scene with beomgyu  being alllll of the mc had me running laps!! i really wish i could project the image i have in my head bc. he’s just so feral and insane and i don’t think words can truly capture the moment properly </3

making soobin finally give in was just so satisfying. i was so hyped up to write it so i’m very happy you liked it :3 as always thank you sooo much for the lovely feedback, i’m so sorry it took me this long to get to you 💔 just know that i always get excited when i see ur little reblogs or asks teehee 

[bataddictedloony]

Hi therapy tumblr, I am frustrated today!

I’m upset with the ‘internet culture’ as in that mistakes cannot be deleted EVER. Especially youtubers, especially through twitter. Are we really going to bring back people’s mistakes every 5 years or smthn because a new generation discovered that someone was canceled and we MUST bully and harass them about it AGAIN, and the person should apologise AGAIN, and we as the ”””ethical””” collective get to decide over their fate AGAIN, even though we did the exact same thing the last time we discovered that youtuber made a racist joke when he was starting out. Do we really have to watch a bunch of pathetic assholes think up excuses why they get to bully and harass usually severely mentally ill people over shit they did and said over a decade ago, every few years again and again over and over?

Because there’s nothing we can do about it. Me making a post about it isnt gonna do shit, someone making a video about it isnt gonna do shit. Hell, me going on tv and shouting it to the masses is not gonna do shit. Cus that’s the bullshit way the internet works.

All I’m saying is if someone gets canceled, seeing the reaction of the close friends is a good indicator about whether you’re right about this person, or you’re ruining someone‘s life because you didn’t get to be the bully in high school and now you’re collecting.

[pagannightwitch]

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Ain't much here yet folks. May not ever be much here. Who knows?

**Indicates smut of some sort.

18+ here folks. Anyone underage can skeedaddle.

Frankie Morales of Triple Frontier x PlusSize!Reader

The Dance

Frankie works at a garage as a mechanic, you're the front office clerk. He stumbles upon you singing and dancing to WAP after hours. I'm sure you can probably guess the rest. ;) 1. Dancing **

2. Monday

3. Getting Ready

4. Date

------------------------------------------------------------------ Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader

You and Whiskey get a little hurt on a mission. Y'all kiss it alllll better.

Sugarcoated** One shot

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Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x M!Reader (he/him used, penises used extensively

Established relationship. Din comes back from a long hunt to find his sweet boy masturbating in his bed. Whatever will Din do with you?

The Cloak **

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Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x F!Reader

Virgin!Din comes back from a hunt to find the reader moaning his name. Din's inexperienced but a quick study.

The Heart of a Mandalorian **

The Heart of a Mandalorian: The Next Morning **

Fan Art inspired by The Heart of a Mandalorian series

Kar'ta and Din in the shower** - @daddydindjarin : Look at how beautiful my two babies are!! 😭 She even has my hair coloring! It's so perfect I could c r y.

The Lover's Embrace - @rook-on-bough : An absolutely gorgeously dreamy piece by my wonderfully talented wife <3

I love that both of these works were inspired by the same scene. A scene I am particularly proud of, might I add. I love that it resonated with the both of you. <3

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Buir - A birthday gift for @chaoticgeminate . She asked for sweet cuddly DILF and that's what I tried very hard to deliver. <3 Fluffy and sweet, no smut here. F!Reader

------------------------------------------------------------------- Dieter Bravo x Female OC. Possibly f!reader in the future

Dieter overhears his neighbor, can't help but jack it to the lewd sounds. He may find he wants something more than a fuck buddy...

Listening In **

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Ezra from Prospect x unspecified gender Reader

Ezra comes home from The Green a broken man....No smut Home

[sluttyminghao]

please | k.mg

w.c: 2.2k request: could you possibly do mingyu and edging? genre: smut alllll the way thru my dudes pairing: mingyu x reader (gender neutral) warnings: sub!mingyu, edging, oral (m. receiving), use of toys (vibrator, cock ring), use of handcuffs, slight mention of sexting a/n: this has been the one thing I've been thinking about for days,,, I hope you enjoy!

“Please let me cum, I’ve been so good for you”

His whines and pleas were music to your ears, and the sight was even better. He was currently laying on his back while you straddled his thighs, a vibrator held to his cock and his whimpers getting louder and louder by the second.

How he had gotten into this position you ask? Well, it had started once you got home that afternoon, and you had been waiting for this to happen for a while. Probably for longer than you liked to admit, but now that it had played out so nicely, you knew it was worth the wait.

Your relationship with Mingyu was very dynamic, in the sense that you both enjoyed being the dom and the sub. While Mingyu had said he preferred being the dominant, you knew that if you could coax him enough, he would be able to enjoy being the submissive once in a while.

You had teased him the whole morning before you had to leave for work; leaving soft kisses all down his neck and grinding against his half-hard cock, before getting up and leaving him to deal with a raging boner and load of desire for you.

Before you had even walked out the door you could hear him whimpering for you. You stepped back into the bedroom only to find said man sprawled out on the bed, stripped right down except for his boxers, and one of his hands palming himself through his boxers, a loud moan erupting from him once he saw you standing in the doorway watching him.

“Please...”

You smirk and walk over to him, your mischievous and playful eyes meeting his dark and lustful ones. Slowly placing a hand over the one he was using to palm himself with, he sucked in a breath and waited to see what you would do, albeit impatiently with the way he was squirming around under your touch.

“What do you want baby boy?”

The pet name made him whine as you continued your ministrations on his clothed cock, a small patch of wetness now seeping through from his pre-cum. He continued to whine at the way your hand was moving and how you were now nibbling and lightly sucking on his neck, the feelings sending him into euphoria. 

“Please let me cum”

He watched in horror as you removed your hand and gave his neck one final nip, moving away from him. You smirked at his crestfallen face, knowing that he was definitely falling into a submissive state, just where you wanted him to be.

“No, you can wait until I get home. And if you touch yourself or cum before I get home, you will be punished, okay baby?”

His whine that ended in a groan gave you all the indication you needed that you had done your job, and finally left the house to go to work, shutting the door softly behind you. Now that you were alone with your thoughts, your mind began to spiral with all the things you could do to Mingyu when you got home later that afternoon.

A few hours into your shift at work, you were finally able to sit down and check your phone and catch up on social media things. One thing, or in particular, many messages from one man, caught your attention almost immediately, swiping open the messages to a ton of whines and pleas.

[Gyu <3] 12:34pm: Baby,,, I need you so bad

[Gyu <3] 12:34pm: My cock is so hard right now, it’s so hard not to touch myself 

[Gyu <3] 12:36pm: Please, I need to cum so badly

[Gyu <3] 12:40pm: 1 image attached

You drew in a breath as you clicked on the photo and let it expand to the whole screen, and you felt a pool of arousal form in the pit of your stomach. It was a photo of his cock, standing up and an angry red, the tip starting to turn a shade of dull purple. You could see his slightly defined abs contracting and while you couldn’t see his eyes, you could see he had his bottom lip pulled in under his teeth, obviously trying very hard not to touch himself without your permission.

You quickly started typing out a response to him, knowing that it would drive him absolutely crazy, but would be effective enough until you could get home from work and deal with him yourself.

[You] 1:02pm: Aw does baby boy want to touch himself? Make himself feel good? Why don’t you touch yourself for me then baby, but if you cum you will be punished when I get home. Understood?

His reply was almost immediate, a ‘yes’ and a quick photo he had snapped of him finally wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, pleasure evident across his face. A smirk pulled across your face as you glanced at the time at the top of your phone; only a couple more hours until you could go home and see how fucked out Mingyu really was.

You hadn’t even been able to turn the key in the lock of the door before you could hear his whimpers. Turning the key lightly, you let the door open with a soft thud, before shutting it and toeing off your shoes and peeling your coat off. The whines got louder the closer you got to the bedroom, and you couldn't help but peek in to see how Mingyu was doing, and you felt even more arousal pooling throughout as you watched him.

He was completely bare now, having stripped off his boxers hours ago. His cock was still red and hard, and he was thrusting furiously into his hand, trying so hard to make himself cum. You quietly opened the door to stand close to him, him not having realized you were home as he was too immersed in his pleasure.

You watched him carefully, his face contorting into one of pure pleasure as he had begun the build-up to his orgasm, his chest moving up and down rapidly and his hips bucking into his hand to meet the thrusts. You quirked an eyebrow as he finally came, long white spurts of cum covering his chest and stomach. As his breathing slowed, he opened his eyes and practically screamed when he saw you standing there, a small smirk on your face as you bent down to his level, lips hovering above his.

“What did I tell you before I left for work baby boy? I told you not to cum, and now I have just seen you make a mess all over yourself, care to explain?”

He was whimpering now as you took his still half-hard cock in his hand and begun to pump it again, the overstimulation sending shocks down his spine. He took a few ragged breaths before managing to stutter out a response to you, something along the lines of “I’m sorry,,, couldn't help m’self” while his cheeks became a dark red hue.

“Well I guess I’ll have to punish you now won’t I baby?”

He whined some more, knowing that your punishments were always on the more extreme side, not that he complained. He watched as you opened the drawer in your bedside table, pulling out handcuffs, a cock ring and a vibrator. He gulped at the sight of the vibrator, knowing that if you used it, he would cum immediately.

“Move your hands to the headboard”

He did as you said immediately, hands quickly moving up so that you could cuff his hands to the headboard. Making sure they were secure, you tugged on them lightly before kissing down his neck and onto his chest. His breathing became more rapid as you went further down his body, before stopping right above his aching cock, now leaking precum.

You took his heavy cock in your hand, giving it a few pumps before sliding the cock ring on and making sure it was snug. He moaned out at the feeling; he would never admit it to you, but he really did enjoy being submissive to you. You always gave him the perfect amount of pain and pleasure, as well as the best aftercare.

The dull sound of the vibrator pulled him from his thoughts as he brought his attention back to you, eyes glinting with lust and mischief. You brought the vibrator to his nipples first, eliciting a loud gasp from him as you ran it softly across his chest, playing with the intensities for a bit to watch him squirm.

When you moved the vibrator down towards his thighs, you could see them shake with excitement. An idea had popped into your head, wherein you placed the vibrator on the tip of his cock without warning, pulling a loud moan from his lips.

“I’m gonna cum!”

You immediately pulled the vibrator away, watching as he thrashed on the bed at the loss of an orgasm. You laughed at the sight, his face now a rosy pink colour and his hands pulling strongly on the restraints. He opened his eyes to look at you with his lust-filled eyes, practically black at this point.

“Please let me cum, I’ve been so good for you!!”

You had been edging him for some time now, waiting until you could see his thighs clench or his abs contracting, before pulling away from him and watching him almost cry from how desperate he was for his release. His cock was extremely red now, and the tip a dark purple, streaks of precum leaking down towards the base.

He had tears streaking down his face also, the amount of times he had pleaded and begged to let you cum only to be denied meant that he was extremely sensitive and even the slightest feather touch to his cock would send him into a mad frenzy, chasing his release like a mad man.

“P-please,,n-need to c-cum,,,,”

His voice was strained as he begged once more, the vibrator on the highest setting at the base of his cock while you had wrapped one of his nipples in your mouth, sucking gently. You pulled off with a pop, and looked him right in the eye while moving the vibrator up and down his shaft, his face contorting once more.

“Why should I let you cum baby boy? You didn't listen to me before I left for work, so now you’re paying the price”

He sobbed violently as you held the vibrator to the tip of his cock, watching at how his body shook from the amount of orgasms he had been denied thus far. You finally decided to give in, pulling the cock ring off the base of his shaft and turning off the vibrator.

You took his cock in your hand and pumped quickly, moving your head down and pressing a quick kiss to the tip. You suckled softly on the head, his back arching off the bed almost comically. Watching his actions carefully, you gave him a silent motion to say that he could cum, right as you engulfed his cock and began to suck on his cock like your life depended on it.

As soon as you had motioned that he could cum, he immediately let go, hands pulling roughly on the handcuffs as hot ropes of cum filled your mouth, which never seemed to end. He was seeing stars and blacked out for a few seconds from how intense his orgasm was, and finally relaxed back into the sheets, head spinning.

When he came to a little while later, the handcuffs were gone, and his boxers had been pulled back up. Everything had been cleaned up and he thought that perhaps it had just been a figment of his imagination, until you walked back in with a bottle of water and some fruit on a plate.

You handed him the plate and the water which he accepted gratefully, before you sat next to him, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He watched you as he munched on a strawberry, eyes back to their playful nature. 

“Thank you”

You immediately looked up in surprise, looking at Mingyu who had a grin on his face. You gave him a quizzical look, before he continued on, eating another strawberry and having a sip of water before continuing.

“I deserved that, I really didn't mean to cum before you got home i promise,,, thank you for punishing me”

A blush had crept up your cheeks, not even able to look the man in the eye before he pulled your chin up with a finger, making you look him in the eye. He smiled at you, canines showing prominently, before leaning in and giving you a kiss that was so full of love and passion it made your heart flutter. Just when you had laid down together and snuggled in, Mingyu turned to you once more, a giggle erupting from his lips.

“By the way, that was the best orgasm of my life”

[bookofmirth]

Hello, first I have to say I love you blog and your theories.

But I'm new to the Maas Universe. Last year I read all of ACOTAR and CC, I even started TOG but I'm currently stuck in Assassin's Blade (right before Heir of Fire and I've been told it gets better, but right now it sucks). So this is my first time following any of her book's releases.

So I'm kinda confused why some are saying this CC2 spoiler is so bad for this series (for ACOTAR or CC).

I'm truly excited about this crossover. In fact, I only started reading her books because there was a theory about Aelin in ACOSF. And I read all of CC as if already was the future Prythian and only afterwards I realized it wasn't supposed to connect, but it did. And now I have a lot of theories about it, but don't know if it actually fits or if was my mind creating patterns.

Of course I get the problems the IC has and SJM is obvious obsessed with Feysand despite being the most toxic pairing ever (he basically groomed her).

But it's not enough to damp my excitement about the next books. Even the possibility of interactions between the other characters (who aren't the precious Feysand) already cheer me up.

I'm not trying to be rude, I just don't understand what's wrong with the crossover. Please, educate me.

Hello! Don't worry, you weren't rude at all!

So the tl;dr is that it's a totally personal preference in my case. There isn't anything "objectively" wrong with there being a crossover. There are plenty of stories where there is a multiverse or parallel universes or whatever.

So I'm kinda confused why some are saying this CC2 spoiler is so bad for this series (for ACOTAR or CC).

There could be a few reasons for people to think this. I don't want to put words in people's mouths so others can feel free to jump in.

Personally, I'm just not into crossover type things because then every little coincidence seems more important than it is, and tbh... this is just my opinion, but it feels like a lazy way to make things happen in the plot! Horrible problem that the rules of one universe prevent us from solving? Someone from another world can fix it!

I think that some people are into CC but not acotar (or vice versa), and don't want to see the worlds mix.

Some people don't like Rhys/Feyre/feysand and don't want them to be involved in plots that they weren't involved in before.

There are also questions - and I fall into this group as well - about sjm's ability to pull this incredibly complex thing off, and have it work. The CC world is miles more complex than acotar, and so already it feels very incongruent. The plot of acosf is a very good indication of why people are wary.

To me, it also feels like she is tacking things on - I honestly do NOT think that she has been planning alllll of this stuff this whole time, or acotar would have had better worldbuilding from the start. If I were to guess, I would say that she decided to write CC and in doing so thought about how to connect the stories, and then took a look back and what she already had that she could make use of. Like how the Dread Trove came out of nowhere in acosf, and now might be connected to CC? But where were any hints of this trove in acotar through fas? There were zero. She decided this thing later on. Which is fine! That can work. Clearly, people think she's been planning this down to the letter since the beginning. I just... don't.

One more thing I am iffy on - the fact that acotar and cc readers are not necessarily the same people, and so is this going to be written in a way that those readers can stay separate? I told a non-fandom friend about the leaks and she hasn't read cc, and she went "fuck, do I need to read this now?" And while sjm can do whatever she wants, it also feels a bit... frustrating? Misleading? To have separate series and act like they are separate stories even if they aren't separate universes, and then pull the rug out from under people like five books in.

It's totally possible you were seeing the patterns and parallels! When I reread hoeab, I actually did the same thing. I do think that once she was writing hoeab, she knew where it was going. And based on ToG, it is absolutely possible for her to write a planned out story where actual hints are dropped and have meaning. acotar just... hasn't been that story, although ToG and CC have, and so it's like? How does this fit.

I know that some people are hyped for the crossover. I would tag a friend, but she's avoiding spoilers 😂 I think she's going to flip and love it. If you love it, then don't let the fandom spoil your enthusiasm! I wish this dumbass ship war weren't happening, because imagine that actual theories and analyses people could do if we weren't wasting our time on bullies and assholes.

Sorry this was long, I had a lot of thoughts!

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Fake dating au where demetris on his third strike with the school counselor so when they're about to fight again he holds his hand instead. Hawk cant help but blush and counselor Blatt jumps to conclusions and tries to be overly accepting

PFFFFT okay this is fuckin great

Like I’m just imagining Demetri doing the PETTIEST bullshit to get back at Hawk for that destroying-his-science-project business, like he writes “COBRA KAI SUCKS” all over his locker in sharpie in cleverly-disguised handwriting or pours soda on Hawk’s karate equipment and tough dude sportsballs (because come ON--Eli’s had the same locker combination for years, and just because he’s badass now doesn’t mean it would occur to him to change it) or steals his portable hair gel so that the ‘hawk will be sad and sagging by 6th period, and as soon as Hawk catches on to what’s going on, it doesn’t take long for him to figure out who’s behind all this chicanery. And he fuckin goes RIGHT up to Demetri during the next passing period (he knows exactly what part of the school that little nerd is in because he figured out and memorized Demetri’s class schedule SOLELY for harassment purposes and not because he likes him or anything) like “BRO YOU WANNA GO YOU WANNA FUCKIN GO” and Demetri gets ready to fight like “COME AT ME ASSHOLE” and Demetri’s getting ready to throw the world’s meanest punch to start the brawl (because his douchebag ex-best-friend ain’t the only one who can strike first) when the accursed Counselor Blatt rounds the corner.

She turns and fixes an icy glare right on them, and Demetri has to think fast. He unclenches his fist mid-punch and wraps a hand around Eli’s wrist. Eli’s hand flexes out in surprise, and before he can react, Demetri’s fingers have found their way up his wrist and laced with his own. Hawk’s face goes redder than his (already, sadly, beginning to sag) mohawk.

And fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hawk was absolutely not prepared for this. He absolutely was not prepared for the same goddamn helpless sensation of vertigo to hit as that time he held Demetri’s hand during Red Rover in the 6th grade (how in the hell did a couple of losers like them get invited to play, anyways? The teacher probably made the other kids include them or something). And Hawk fucking hates how warm and pleasant Demetri’s hand feels in his own, and how it fills him with the same hopeless longing that he hoped he could punch away into oblivion as soon as Kreese started training him.

But here comes that stupid-ass counselor, and something tells him that now is not the time to yank his hand away and slam Demetri into the lockers behind them, no matter how much he would like to.

“Demetri? Eli?” Counselor Blatt looks back and forth between the two of them, perplexed. “What’s this?”

“What’s what, Counselor Blatt?” Demetri pulls Hawk closer and swings his other arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders. Hawk can only bristle in barely-concealed rage.

“Did I just...see you about to punch Eli?” she continues. “When you’ve been to our seminar on respectful alternatives to physical aggression?”

“Oh no, you misunderstand!” Demetri laughs, and Hawk wants to smack him. God, his laugh is annoying. He’s annoying. Hawk wants to scream into a wall and he’s not sure why.

“I was just in a hurry to hold my boyfriend’s hand,” he goes on gleefully. “I haven’t seen him all day! Is that okay with you, Counselor Blatt?” He gives the counselor a challenging stare, and Hawk almost feels sorry for the woman and how utterly lost she is.

“I thought you were upset with Mr. Moskowitz here for ruining your science project,” Counselor Blatt says slowly.

“Oh, that?” Demetri snorts. “We were just on a little break. I think that was my indication that good ol’ Eli wasn’t taking it too well. But we worked everything out, and it’s alllll good now!”

He gives the counselor his most winning grin, and Hawk just turns to gape at him. Out of all the absurd directions Demetri could’ve taken this thing, framing him throwing a soccer ball across the cafeteria to smash Demetri’s project as a couple’s fight was one Hawk had not seen coming.

But then again...that did kind of let him off the hook, didn’t it? If all of his messing with Demetri was nothing but silly relationship drama. After all, Counselor Blatt hadn’t lifted a finger when the utter spectacle that was Kyler and Sam LaRusso’s breakup had ravaged the school’s gossip chain.

“You know, you really should be more accepting of LGBT relationships,” Hawk says, making a point to pull out the kicked puppy expression. “It’s hurtful enough that my boyfriend and I get as many stares as we do from other students.”

“I...! Well! I mean!” Counselor Blatt splutters, looking everywhere but their eyes. “I think it’s great you boys are able to...express yourselves so freely! I want this school to be an environment where students of all sexualities are able to be themselves. I’m so happy West Valley High is such a diverse place!” She smiles, brightly but still very confused.

“With all due respect, Counselor Blatt, we’re not just some token gay couple.” Hawk doesn’t let up on the puppy dog eyes. “We’re just two guys who love each other. That’s all. All we want is to be accepted for who we are.”

He feels Demetri stiffen beside him with surprise, but the grip on his hand and around his shoulder doesn’t loosen in the slightest.

Demetri’s really acting like he doesn’t want to let go. He’s really committing to this façade.

Makes sense. When they were in middle school, Demetri always tried to be the class clown--not that it ever worked. Eli would always cheer him up by insisting he had a natural talent for improv. The kid isn’t half bad at acting, he’ll admit.

“And...you are accepted!” Counselor Blatt reassures awkwardly. “I’m...sorry I misunderstood your relationship, boys. I should be better about checking my heterosexual privilege.”

“Not to worry!” Demetri says cheerily. “Anyone who works at being a good ally to the community is always appreciated!”

Hawk resists the urge to roll his eyes. What was this, a fucking gay Sesame Street episode?

“Sorry again, Demetri. Eli. Have a nice day.”

As soon as Counselor Blatt shuffles around the corner and out-of-sight, Hawk tears his hand away (as...reluctant as he admittedly is to do so. Feeling another hand curled around his made him feel calmer and safer than he had in months, no matter what utter pussy’s it was. Disgusting. Kreese would never train him again if he found out, that was for sure.). He shoves Demetri hard--not into the lockers, not in any way that’ll make a noise to be noticed, but enough to knock the wind out of that fucking runt.

“What the fuck was that?” Hawk snarls.

Demetri crosses his arms and glowers at him. “I just saved both of us from a month of detention. It was only so long before she figured out Cobra Kai’s the aggressor around here just as much as Miyagi-Do is.”

Hawk surges forward and tries to shove him again, but Demetri is ready this time and quickly blocks. “What the hell was your grand plan, anyways?” he scoffs. “Pick a fight with me in the middle of the school day?”

Demetri sighs, starting to back away. “Eli, Eli, Eli. I know you’ve got a good brain in there, buddy. Maybe start using it, if all the punches to the head haven’t messed it up too much.”

He taps his head a couple times before turning and disappearing into the throng of students around them. Hawk groans.

Mitch doesn’t make matters better as they walk away. “Dude, were you blushing?”

“Shut the fuck up, man! I was just fucking embarrassed!”

Bert sniggers. “I’ll say. Should I start planning the wedding?”

“Don’t make me fucking deck you! Look...he wanted to stay out of trouble, and I realized I could spin it to our advantage. So I did. We’re in the clear for now.”

“Yeah, only took a bit of...hand-to-hand combat,” Mitch snickers. “What’s next? Judo wrestling him in the janitor’s closet?” He and Bert break out in giggles, and Hawk shoots them both his most seething glare.

“If you mention any of this to Sensei Kreese, I will kill you,” Hawk growls.

“Fair enough,” Mitch says, shrugging. Bert nods in agreement.

Hawk reminds himself to wail especially hard on both of them during practice today.

[yeskittyfields]

So far I see alot of ass on your profile. Would you say this is a good indication your fave fucking thing is ass?

Honestly I never noticed how much was on here. I think what I like most is marking it alllll up 👅

[chasingshhadows]

michael’s control

So there’s something about episode 1.06 (Smells Like Teen Spirit) that I want to talk about and I’m actually really glad I waited until after 1.13 (Recovering the Satellites) to actually write this down because we get to see this come full circle.

Because the events of 1.06 bring into very very sharp focus one aspect of Michael that I think is super fucking important. 

His control.

And episode 1.13 is the first - any only - time that we ever see Michael lose control. 

(CW: graphic depictions of abuse)

He was 17 in 1.06, right? So this is just 3, maybe almost 4 years after the camping scene from the same episode.

So, in 3-4 years, he went from:

to :

Look at him here. Did anyone else notice how long it takes him to react, to shove Jesse away? Michael stands there watching long enough for Jesse to growl his nastiness in Alex’s face about “humiliation” before he finally seems to snap. 

But I don’t think that’s him snapping, I don’t think that’s his breaking point. I think it’s the opposite, actually. I think he was teetering over the edge of a full-on meltdown, and it’s actually in that moment he rushes toward Jesse that he pulls himself off that ledge. 

That pause isn’t because he doesn’t care or because he doesn’t think it’s his place to intervene - it’s because he cares too much and he wasn’t prepared for this. And by this point, he’s gotten himself so well trained that he forces himself back into control before he even allows himself to react. 

Because losing control isn’t an option, not for Michael. Not when Isobel and Max’s lives are also on the line. Especially not in front of an already hostile adult who literally works for the government he’s spent his life hiding from.

And Michael had to learn control and mastery of his powers long before Max or Isobel, not just because his powers are the most recognizable as such (electrical oddities can be explained away; flying furniture, not so much), but also because unlike his siblings, he grew up in an unfriendly, abusive environment. We see that Michael is literally being physically (and rather brutally) punished for losing control, which is far, far more pressure than Max’s embarrassment over his wet dreams.

So Michael had to learn how to control himself, there was no wiggle room or other option. He had to follow that ethereal energy of his to its source, find it and tuck it away inside, build a cage around it and lock it away. 

That chaos may continue to swirl and swell and rip him up inside, but somehow through it all, he’s found a way to anchor his telekinesis. He’s managed to compartmentalize those instincts away in some locked room in his mind and what happens in that shed just proves how absolutely firm his command of them is. 

Especially what happens after you see him take the time to get himself under control. Because he gets his powers in check and then:

While obviously we can’t see the entire shed, it is incredibly clear that nothing starts flying around, if only because this is Jesse Manes. He’s spent his life around aliens - if anything off happened, he would have noticed immediately, and taken action.

Having seen this, having seen Michael endure that and still stay in control, the show cements for the audience that Michael Guerin has extraordinary control over his telekinesis. And that something would have to be very very wrong with him for him to ever lose control. And not just very very wrong, but worse than That^. 

And in 1.13, we see exactly that. We see a Michael that has been emotionally wrecked in about 15 different ways to the point that he is stripped of all emotional and intellectual structure. He is not processing, he is not thinking, he is not maintaining the cage around his powers, isn’t capable of it.

Max shoots the antidote, effectively ending his chances of saving Noah, cutting off any of Michael’s last chances to get the answers he needs, and ensuring, for Michael, that all of those aliens in the prison died for nothing. 

This. This is the first - and currently only - time that we have ever seen Michael lose control of his powers. 

And you see in his reaction, he is shook. 

He is horrified at what he’s done, and truly, looks about 12 years old. Just lost and floundering because he didn’t mean to do that. Because Michael wrangled his powers a long time ago and it’s been over a decade since he’s truly lost control. For a moment, Michael just does not know himself.

“We’re defined by what we can control.” 

This show has put in the time and effort and development to show what it truly takes to break someone, to rip them apart so thoroughly that they violate a core element of themselves. And I think we saw that with all the aliens, actually, but none more devastatingly or strikingly so than with Michael. 

They stripped Michael down so effectively that he, Michael Guerin, lost control.

This next part veers a bit into a different topic, but I still want to mention it here. Because what all of the above means for Michael, and for us as the audience, is that alllll those other times we saw what appeared to be “outbursts” from Michael were in fact intentional. They were calculated, they were on purpose. He uses his powers, in front of Isobel and Max, as a warning shot (generally directed at Max). 

(this one was clearly intentional, as he was trying to distract/disrupt Max, but I’m including it because I’ve seen people talk about it as evidence of his “volatility” and I very much disagree with that.)

Michael isn’t losing control, he is just indicating, in a way he knows will not be mistaken, that Max done fucked up. 

Because Max always made the rules, their whole lives, and was used to being listened to, but he doesn’t appear to have a lot of experience with listening to them. 

We see on numerous occasions when Isobel and especially Michael attempt to make suggestions or decisions, that Max shuts them down or ignores them - we see it when Michael wanted to go to the Evans for help in 1.06, when they tell him not to tell Liz (both as teens and adults), and when Michael suggests they tell Isobel the truth about Rosa in 1.05 (which is ironic considering later he tries to pin that whole lie entirely on Michael). 

Max is used to being the one with the plan, the one with the all the right answers, and he’s not used to accepting input. Michael using his powers at Max is his way of ensuring he’ll be heard.

(and I just want to note, once again, that I love Max dearly. He is flawed, just as everyone on this show is. And one of his flaws is his own self-assurance and inability to listen to others.)

TD;DR: Michael has more control in his pinkie toe than his siblings have combined and it is both incredibly badass to see and insanely heartbreaking to see him lose.