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[inameating]

JAZZY I LOVE THESE GAMES I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!

last song - fantasies / survival by geese (omg my goats bro)

last book/fanfic - hell folllwed with us by andrew joseph white (I YAP ABT THIS SO MCUH ON TWITTER LOL I LOV IT)

craziest childhood memory - ummm like let me think wait OMG once wheni was 11 there was these people shouting at eachother in the road and we heard guns bro and i live in the uk it was cray zee i didnt see anthing tho

fun fact - i AM apicky eater ermm i like eat like.......5 meals total 😅😅ya we crazy

biggest problem i have right now - ART BLOCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

tags: @maadkid-goodcity imani i raise you

Tag gamee!! :D

Last listened song: Life by mother mother

Last book/fanfiction read: bad things to such good people by ellewriteswrongs (its amazing!)

Craziest childhood memorie: i was attacked by a sheep when I was little

Funfact about you: i am in a competitive unicycling team

Biggest problem in the moment you read this: my maths homework

@elegantvoidss @queensilber @spineless-lobster @iamthejam @flowers-jn-her-hair @emo-mohawk-boy @words-dont-word @anyone who sees this <33

[glittercake]

one from The First Gentleman too before i knew how I wanted to end it:

Everyone’s meeting at Sarah’s restaurant for the final election results. Realistically they know, given her divorce and the controversy surrounding it, there’s a chance Monica won’t win it, won’t serve her second term. They plan to celebrate either way. 

Joaquín’s been up early to help Sarah and Cass hang up banners and string up lights, scrub the deck clean and stock the fridges. Sam’s been frying up shrimp and rice, and getting a bonfire going outside to keep the guests warm. Monica and Natasha had spent the last two weeks on holiday in Louisiana and Bucky offered to drive them to the spa this morning. Last Sam heard they’re getting bubble tea and are on the way back.

By the time they arrive, the sun has dropped to the lip of the horizon and the sky is peach-gray above them. Bucky pulls Sam close and kisses him when he reaches the deck. Sam pointedly ignores Monica’s fluttery eyes and Nat’s kissing noises. They’re actual children. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky says and smiles.

“You get your eyebrows done?” 

Bucky rolls his eyes. “No.” But he smells like coconut.

“Yeah, he did!” Nat calls out and when Sam gets a closer look, pinching Bucky’s face between his hands, he laughs. 

“You did! I like it. I’ll book us a day too. Get you the whole nine yards, huh? Pedi, mani, facials.” 

“Shut up,” he says and kisses Sam. “Come on. Let's get this thing going.” 

Monica greets the small crowd, happy to take pictures with everyone; they’re ecstatic that their president is spending the holidays here with them. Inside Steve greets her at the door, and Sam doesn’t know if things have progressed in any way between them or if they’re on a slow train to somewhere but Steve can’t wipe the smile off his face and Monica glances at him like a schoolgirl at her crush, takes his hand when he helps her up the stairs and holds on tight. 

Sam hooks his arm through Bucky’s on the way in, and Bucky turns his face to look at him. Smiles when he sees Sam’s already looking. 

“You look nice in green,” Bucky says.

“You look nice with nothing on,” Sam dead pans, waving at someone, then stopping to take a picture. 

Bucky snorts, head dropped as he tries to hide a laugh. “I’ll give you that one.”

“Yeah?” Sam says, purposely squeezing closely past Bucky on the way in, looking up at him with a grin. 

Bucky nips his lip between his teeth. “Yeah, honey.”

The TV’s already on, two columns displayed with Monica in the lead by quite a bit and Hayward struggling to catch up but winning small states easily. Everyone’s gathered around it, a drink in hand and passing snacks around while the numbers roll in. Two large states to go and either could flip her chances. 

She doesn’t look all that nervous, if she is she’s hiding it well. 

Just then Joaquín lets out a loud whoop and shouts, hands in the air, “We got Colorado!” 

“Yes!” Bucky shouts too, kisses Sam. 

Monica lets out a deep breath, smiles nervously over at Sam while Steve pours her a glass of wine. 

“She’s got this, I know it,” Sam says, nerves frayed for his friend. 

“Yeah she does,” Bucky says, “She’s just like your husband. One hell of a guy, one hell of a woman. Hayward ain’t got a chance in hell.” 

Sam smiles at him. “Yeah she is.” 

“Hey,” he says, giving Sam a quick kiss. “Let me get the warmers out for that.” 

At which Sam remembers he can’t just stare into Bucky’s blue eyes all goddamn night; he’s got food to make, people to feed. Thankfully Joquin throws a Chubby Checker bop on the stereo this time and it lights a fire under Sam’s ass. He gets back to his pots, finishes up the shrimp and rice then takes the pots over to the warmers Bucky had set up near the sideboard. 

In passing, he kisses his fingers and taps them to the glass, greeting his husband, and catches Bucky smiling at him.

Bucky lifts his hand in a salute to the silver box filled with Riley’s ashes and Sam’s heart feels like it’s bursting at the seams. It’s good, now, to finally love both of them fully, the way he always wanted to. He’ll never stop loving Riley, never be over him, but there’s something growing in his chest now, something with Bucky’s name all over it, something so wild and solid he can hardly breathe. 

“Fuck!” Steve says and when Bucky looks over at the TV he sighs and grabs the tequila bottle. 

As they watch, Texas flips red. Monica is the first to take a swig from the bottle Bucky’s holding. 

“Fuck,” Bucky says too, then pours some down his own throat. Hands it over to Natasha.

“We knew that would happen,” Natasha says and squeezes Monica’s shoulder then downs a sip. 

They keep the food warm until the final results are in, there’s no way anyone’s eating before that. And in the meantime they pass the tense hours playing poker at the dining room table. 

A little after Texas, Oregon flips blue and everyone cheers so loud Gary starts screaming and racing around the porch like an F1 car, sending them all into a fit of hysterics during which Nevada flips in favor of Monica too and the laughter turns into another round of raucous cheering.

A couple of minutes later Alaska flips red and by now they’ve forgotten all about chickens and tequila and are all sitting on the edge of their seats. Natasha’s clutching a bottle of vodka, Steve’s incessantly rubbing his beard, Monica’s sitting with her hands behind her head and a deep frown between her eyes. Joaquín’s on the kitchen counter and Sam’s clutching Bucky’s hand for dear life. 

[cheshireliam]

"Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" Story Event: Chapter 2

Roger Barel & Ring Schwartz

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This event story works in such a way that Chapter 1 is for Suitor A and Chapter 2 is for Suitor B, before splitting into two endings.

⇦ Chapter 1

━━━━

Thanks to Roger taking me outside, my energy and appetite were back.

I continued with my walks around Crown’s castle while rereading the contents of my notebook, determined to find my lost memories.

(Right! I should go to the palace too.)

Thinking there could be something there that would help me with my memories, I headed in the direction of the royal palace—.

…

Ring: … 

(Is that…?)

Walking down the hallway toward me was Ring, a member of Vogel and a guest from Germany. 

(I heard he'll be staying here in the palace for a few months… I wonder if we had any interactions before I lost my memories.) 

My only memory of him was the welcome banquet held on the day Vogel arrived in England. 

Kate: Good afternoon, Mr Ring. 

His eyebrows furrowed slightly at my greeting, looking sympathetic. It seemed he was aware of my situation.

Ring: … Ah, right. You lost your memories, so you’re back to addressing me that way.

Ring: You used to just call me “Ring”.

Kate: R-Ring… 

I muttered under my breath the unfamiliar way of addressing him, and suddenly felt an intense stare piercing right through me. 

I looked up to see Ring staring at me with a facial expression so serious it almost scared me.

Ring: …

Kate: Uhh… something wrong? 

Ring: …

He suddenly took a deep breath and looked at me again; this time, it felt more like he was glaring at me.

Ring: Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.

Ring: The truth is… I’m… I’m your l-lo-lo-lov…

Kate: Lo…?

Ring: … Your lover! 

Kate: What!? 

Ring: I’m your lover. 

Ring repeated to further emphasise his point.

Kate: You’re my… lover… 

Kate: … 

Kate: —... I’m really sorry, I don’t remember anything about it at all! 

Ring: Huh…?

He froze. 

Ring: T-this wasn’t part of the plan…

Kate: Did you say something?

Ring: Ah… no, it’s nothing. I see, the shock wasn’t enough to trigger your lost memories. 

Ring: In that case, to create an even bigger shock…

(Shock?) 

Ring: Alright, let’s go on a date.

Kate: A d-date? 

Ring: There might be something that'd trigger your memories if we go on a date… or do you not want to? 

It made sense that thinking happy thoughts with my lover would be more likely to help bring back any lost memories than anything else.

Kate: I do want to! Please show me the special places and things in our relationship. 

Ring: Special places!? 

Kate: Like where we went on our first date, or where he had our first kiss, you know?

Ring: We… uhh… haven’t kissed yet… 

(I guess that means we've only started dating very recently, right?) 

…

And so, Ring and I went out on a date. 

Ring: By the way, Robin…

Kate: Robin…? Ring, you’re my lover, right?

Ring: Y-yeah. Why do you ask? 

Kate: I was just thinking, should we be on a first-name basis if we’re a couple? 

Ring: Ah, y-yeah… that’s… true. 

Ring awkwardly averted his gaze and took a deep breath…

Ring: … Kate…

He called my name with a trembling voice.

Ring: Let’s go visit our special place, K-Kate… 

(Something about Ring’s behaviour feels… weird.)

He was undeniably awkward— to the point where I was starting to doubt if we were really a couple.

(But I can tell Ring’s genuinely trying to help me regain my memories…)

(So I’ll keep quiet about it for now and spend a little more time with him.) 

…

The next place Ring brought me to was—

Ring: This is our special place. 

People hurried around hauling their luggage while a steam locomotive stopped in the background, trailing white smoke.

Some were setting off their respective journeys, others had just arrived from distant lands.

Some bid their tearful goodbyes, while others reunited with their loved ones.

It was a crossroad of various life events — the National Station of London City, Paddington Station. 

Kate: What kind of memories do we have of this place, Ring? 

Ring: Uhh…

He froze, his mouth hanging open.

Ring: … Oh, well… we… uhh—

Kate: ?

Ring: There is where we… hugged for the first time.

(The place we first hugged…)

I muttered to myself while scanning my surroundings. But no matter how many times I looked around, I couldn't seem to recall any memories about it. 

(If only I could visualise the moment more clearly… oh!) 

Kate: Maybe reenacting it will make me remember. Help me out, Ring! 

Ring: W-what!? 

Kate: Please? I think repeating the same act might trigger my memories. 

Ring: … 

Ring lowered his bright red face and appeared deep in thought. 

And then,— 

Ring: … Fine.

Kate: Thank you! 

Eager to recreate the supposed memory, I stepped in front of Ring and spread my arms wide. 

Kate: Should my arms go around your back? Or rest on your chest? 

Ring: B-both are fine.  

(Did he say both? Or did I mishear him?)

Unsure where to place my hands, I wrapped my right hand around his back and my left hand on his chest. 

Ring: … 

(Ring’s heartbeat…) 

His heart was beating faster than usual.

(His heart is racing… does this mean he truly has feelings for me, his lover?) 

[kruegerspillow]

accidentally finding out that simon riley is ticklish during sex, though the way he reacted wasn't too... expected. buuuuut it's not like you hated the outcome you got from him <3

MINORS DNI. NSFW BENEATH THE CUT!

Simon's hands roamed around your body, taking in every curve as you squirmed helplessly on his lap. Your hands gripped on his shoulders, seeking more friction as you grinded down against his clothed crotch. Simon's hips stuttered in response to your move.

"So fuckin' needy, aren't ya?" Simon groaned out, his voice low and filled with desperation.

You huffed in response, nearly rolling your eyes at his words before your hands made their way to the hem of his shirt. Simon grunted, helping you lift his shirt up.

"Simon... Need'ya so bad. I need to feel you, please..." You pleaded.

And before you knew it, he was knuckles deep into your cunt. His thick fingers curled inside you, feeling the way your pussy clenched hungrily around his digits. Simon laughed softly out of amusement, watching the way you arched your back. Your hands shot up to his shoulders, seeking balance.

"I got ya, don't worry, yeah? 'm here for ya, lovie." He whispered soothingly.

"Simon, I'm gonna..."

"Fuck, yeah? Let go f'me, c'mon, give yourself in."

You nearly whined at his words, feeling yourself tipping over the edge as his fingers worked faster. Tears swelled up in your eyes before you squeezed them shut, feeling yourself squirt all over him, leaving your juices dripping down his lower abdomen.

Simon watched quietly, slowing down the pace as he felt you slump against his chest, your arms falling back to your sides. His free hand wrapped around your waist, a silent gesture of protection.

"Fuuuck, would ya take a look at the mess ya made? Look at tha' sweet'eart." He mumbled softly, looking down at the mess on his stomach.

Your vision blurred as you glanced at the mess, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarassment. Fuck, your mind felt hazy. The orgasm hit you harder than a brick, and you knew only Simon could leave this effect on you.

And, as soon as you gathered your composure, your hands went back to his chest. Simon's eyes softened at the sight of you, watching as you undo his belt. You swiftly threw his belt aside, propping yourself on top of him before looking up at him. Simon got the signal and lifted his hips up, gaze piercing as you pulled his pants down.

There was a small stain on his boxers already, having leaked precum ever since he buried his fingers into your puffy cunt. Simon groaned as you pulled his boxers down, the cold air hitting his painfully hard cock.

"Wait, sweet'eart—"

You slammed down on his cock, feeling him twitch inside you before he arched his back off of the couch. His breath hitched as you watched him tremble beneath you. He groaned out in response, throwing his head back onto the couch before his hands shot up to your waist; making sure you don't lose balance.

"Simon, I— fuck I cant help it, need... need you inside me..." You slurred out, tripping over your own words.

Simon's chest rose up and down, trying to catch his breath before he lifted his head up. His gaze met yours, all hazy and fucked out of his mind. Your hands stayed on his chest for a moment, before you slowly ran your fingers down.

"Christ, you feel fuckin' heavenly, I— fuckin' 'ell..."

Simon shivered beneath you, letting out a shaky breath as he watched your hand skillfully caress the roughness of his skin. Your fingers softly traced over his scars, feeling the way he jerks every once in a while. Once your hands reached his abdomen, you slowly traced the sides of his waist.

"Not there sweet'eart, I—" The words caught in his throat as you continued teasing his waist.

A small, nervous laugh left his lips as one of his hands shot up to your wrist, trying to get your hands off of his waist. You noticed it. The way his cheeks heated up whenever your hands roamed around his waist, the way he seemed to hold the small laughter that threatened to come out of his mouth. He's ticklish.

"Bloody 'ell, not— not there," he paused for a moment. "Don't play these kind of games on me, love, fuck please." He begged softly, his cock hardening inside you.

And, that's when you felt it.

His hips stuttered before he cummed inside you, merely because of a simple touch. A small wheeze left his lips, feeling himself come undone just like that. Your eyes widened as you watched him rut his hips through his orgasm. A small, amused yelp left your lips before you moaned softly. He'd never been this sensitive before. His hand dropped from your wrist.

"Fuck!" He groaned out, feeling his whole body tremble beneath you.

Shit, you know damn well you're far from over now.

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[mikeellee]

I'm on the team "Dabi doesn't give a fuck for LoV" I mean, considering how he let Hawks walk around MPA...but you are right, we don't know much about Dabi, even if we all agree "yeah, dabi doesn't give a fuck to LoV" well, why is joining them? How dabi survived on his own? What was the plan to end Endy? (The latter annoys me bc Dabi should have a plan to get revenge but it seems it all fall to his lap, it was all by chance. Another paralel with Izu!)

Izu can't even be mad at ua even through they drop the ball hard.

Izu can't be mad at am. Actually, I still don't get why Izu sees am as this big hero and worship him so much. Srsly, why? Am is not special to me. He saves lives? So does every single hero in canon...even Endy does that (and we know he saves people bc Hawks was one of them....that has more impact, narratively speaking, than "am saves 1000 people. Who? Who cares?")

Fuck...we don't know shit about his family. And Inko is a bad mom (emotional neglect is still abuse)

Those critiques were everything I hoped they would be. Now tell us about MHA.

Are your grievances the same as our grievances? Where'd the show lose you? What arc had the glasses come off?

A lot of my issues with My Hero Academia are pretty easy to find on tumblr, I reblog some of my favourite posts from time to time but the posts I tend to agree the most about are from Justatalkingface, Bibibbon and Saphhic-Agent, as well as A List Exists on Youtube. This is gonna be hard to explain my thoughts on so LONG RANT Incoming lmao. My thoughts ended up going everywhere so nothings really all that ordered rip.

Regarding when the show started to lose my interest? It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I started off enjoying my time but once we got to the Sports festival I started to lose the wind in my sails. I already have loads of issues with Bakugo but my main gripe with him started during the sports festival, how a big of a deal the story made his fight with Uraraka. How he was taking her seriously from the very beginning. Except that's hard for me to believe when this is pretty much the only time I can remember him ever fighting the way he did during the manga, standing still and waiting for his opponents moves. When does he ever do that?? Starting at this point in the story you realize Horikoshi has favourites and you can tell which ones lol. It's Aizawa, Bakugo and Endeavor. Now I understand these are the characters that people love and they make money but still, if I can feel your favoritism through the pages? That's not good. Horikoshi has a habit of stating things and just sorta expecting the readers to deal with it? Like there's no easing into anything it's just 'this is happening, I hope you accept it cause we're moving on, now turn the page'. He states there was GENOCIDE that happened towards people with mutant quirks, moving on. He implies quirkless people are also discriminated against, moving on. He introduces the quirk singularity and the possible end of the world, we're moving on. Hell he kills off his main 3 antagonists, having his 3 main characters effectively fail and yet we still move on, only Uraraka got to actually react to anything and even then it's not great since she's blaming herself for getting stabbed.

He also seems to develop a hatred for introspection as the series goes on? By the end we're left mostly speculating on major character's thoughts and motivations, we don't really know why Deku decided to become a teacher or what he thought of Shigaraki and what happened to him, we don't know how Dabi felt in his last moments, or more importantly how Shouto felt about the ending of the fight (I mean, he specifically invented a move to beat Dabi without hurting him (cold fire, sure) but not only is his brother going to die but his 'failure' caused his other siblings and mother to step in and get permanently injured, how does he feel about that??). Characters slowly become a hivemind towards the end, all having the same opinions on the events (Everyone reacted pretty much the same to Aoyama's traitor reveal, despite no one ever really interacting with him and if they did, they didn't seem like him all that much). Characters just aren't allowed to be wrong it feels, in the sense that if they come to a conclusion and it's not the factually correct one, it's pretty quickly corrected by another character like Deku. Admittedly this one might be spotty since I remember thinking this but at the same time my mind cannot come up with a specific example, it might be in the todoroki family sub arc.

Now when it comes to the characters, I actually like the idea of characters more than the actual characters since I don't like how Horikoshi decided to write 90% of his characters. Like Hawks could've been really cool if he wasn't regulated to a sidekick by the end. One character I have very strong opinions on is Dabi, I hate how he was written and by extension Endeavor and the rest of the Todoroki subplot.

Now uh, here is a hot take: I didn't like Dabi's dance (as a reveal). As a chapter it was really cool! But as a reveal of Dabi is Touya it felt less like a reveal to the characters and more of a confirmation to the readers that they were right and this chapters a little treat for waiting so long for this reveal to happen.

Cause let's be honest, almost everybody pegged Dabi as a Todoroki, even before people knew Shouto had multiple siblings and Touya was revealed to be 'dead'. It was practically treated as canon for fanfic writers. But as the manga went on it never brought up Touya or the traitor at all until the last sprint and boom we got Dabi's dance and THEN we'll get his backstory. Because readers got Dabi first, tying him to Touya who we don't get any info on until after he's revealed to be Dabi. A lot of their reactions end up being

because logically, why should they care? Who Touya was has been essentially a non-factor to the entire story. No one has every talked about him, we know absolutely nothing regarding who he was until after Dabi's dance. The reader's opinion on Dabi has been made by this point in the story (290 chapters in) and it's too late to change it with just a sad backstory. (haine-Kleine made a really good post regarding it). Not to mention everything Dabi did meant literally nothing since not a damn person reacted to him brocasting that he was 1. a murderer, 2. the #1 hero's supposed dead eldest son (now a murderer), and 3. abused by said hero along with the rest of the family. Like nothing came from that at all, even the main character told him that Endeavor's trying to change as a rebuttal. So nice going Dabi, your on roll with failing lol. Onto Endeavor cause I'm gonna be quick lol. His atonement arc sucks since not only did he not really do anything to acheive that. He just kept repeating how he intends to atone, and the best (and probably only) way to work towards that would be for him to confront Touya as a father and not a hero. Except no, he not only sends Shouto to deal with Touya (so he and hawks can fight the more important thing), but when he does deal with Touya it's cause he had too (and it was done as a hero). In the end he just sorta lost nothing of significance? He's in a wheelchair yeah but that's not really what I call a concequence to his shitty behavior. He retired as a hero sure, but he was always gonna do that. Bro could've been cool if the story kept him as a heavily flawed individual who actively tried to improve knowing he'd lose more than he'd gain, but instead every character gasses him up lol. This is getting too long so I'm gonna touch briefly on 2 more things and that's it lol. The ending 'solves' most of it's issues by essentially saying 'our people are in charge so we're doing it right'. Hawks is HPSC president and he's just better at it I guess, Uraraka is expanding quirk counseling (despite not know what the issues were? And also just not mentioning Toga ever) and Shouji is helping stop the heteromorph racism peacefully. Again, we're back to 'we're moving on' since these guys are fixing these issues! How? Don't worry about it, turn the page. Finally, a I would've loved to see more focus on the 'academia' part of the story. Despite Horikoshi clearly being uninterested in UA as a concept. He tries to make you believe 1-A is this found family which given their interactions, I don't believe for a goddamn second. We know barely anything about the any character and any tidbits we do know are from character sheets outside the story. The 'academia' in My hero Academia could've been the time to learn about characters and develop them/their relationships. Learn why each of them wanted to even be there. Cause every character is quite literally a 'good person' in the 'I wanna be a hero to save people' way. Which isn't inherently bad but if every character is like this? No thanks. This is why I don't like Stain (Man showed up in the end, was a hinderance and then died), he's introduced along with the idea that people in this world choose to be heroes for multi reasons. Some do it to save people but some also do it for the paycheck. Yet every character we see has that 'instinct to save those in danger' no matter their attitude, the only exceptions to this are Endeavor and Mineta. One of which is admired as a good hero or person who's trying to be good by the cast and the other is someone no one takes seriously. Even Uraraka was introduced as being in it for the paycheck, but pretty quickly overshadow by her learning how much she wants to help others. Okay I'm cutting myself off there lmao. But yeah, A lot of my complaints are pretty common I think. I started having issues with the story starting at the Sports festival/Stain arcs but Overhaul was awful. Final arc was even worse lol.

[wheatormeat]

Ms. Mia Fey

[eatingmarkerz]

so i got possessed and now i finished the drawing

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[eddies-spaghetti]

“despite everything, it’s still you” 💙

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[coffit0]

Felt nostalgic so I drew my favorite silly guys

[firesign-18]

Thank you SO MUCH to @miauiz for this amazinggggg artwork of Himiko in her hero costume 🥹🥹🥹

I am so chuffed with how this commission came out! Lia was so great to work with.

The design is from my fanfic I’ll See Your Heart and Raise You Mine - check it out if you like this 🥰

[ningadudexx]

who up journeying to they west ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🐎

the first one is a screenshot redraw of this frame cause it freaking rocks 🔥🔥🔥

the show has been out since 1986 and also the novel has been out since the 16th century.... but ill spoiler warninf just in case... anyone in audience from the 16th century tonite ⁉️🙋‍♂️🙋🙋‍♀️

[isaacz]

[boxofoxberry]

pirate gem doodle bcs i started playing dredge the other day and its SO good

[sorrelpaws]

ROCK ON!!!