#i saw the old version making the rounds again and the gifs were so bad i made another new one

[nowheregeneration]

The word "Revolution" gets thrown a lot these days by a lot of different people, and I'm not here to tell you what it is but I'll tell you what it isn't. There is no racism in revolution. There is no sexism in revolution. There is no homophobia in revolution. There is no xenophobia, there is no nationalism in revolution. And if you find yourselves under the umbrella of something calling itself a revolution, and one or more of these elements are present, then you, my friends, are in the wrong fucking revolution!

Rise Against Live at Hurricane Festival 2022

[blue-velvet-valentina]

A well-deserved night

CW: Nudity, kissing, “herb” smoking, no smut but the tension is there

Summary: Solas finds a kindred spirit in a human version of himself.

Solas has lately found his secret place to relax just beyond the veil, a simple house where each time he goes there, a human is sitting on the roof. A music box playing random songs with random merchants advertising their wares. Often the human wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt with some random design. Her blonde hair fluffed and short, framing her round, almost youthful face perfectly disguising her age. At first Solas was lost and a bit afraid of this confusing new part of the fade, but he slowly learned that it seems the fade is a thin membrane between worlds, and he seemed to beam with wonder learning about her world, both the good and bad. He started to see her as a kindred spirit but as he saw her more, he felt more…different about her.

Solas sulked as he did not see her in her usual spot, instead wind howled with a brewing storm rolling in. he knew she was inside sitting by a lit window lighting up in expression seeing him and disappearing before the door swings open wide.

“Hurry! A storm is coming in!” His feet flew under him as he went from a stroll to a full sprint almost toppling her as he tried to stop himself, they both laugh in each other’s arms. The smell of food heavy in the air adding to the ambiance of her home. He has only seen her home from the outside and never went inside before, the inside filled with plants trailing up the walls, an aquarium being framed by plants growing from the top and spilling around. The main room was open to a kitchen with a weird device on a counter where the smell was coming from.

“You hungry? I figured you were hungry and tired of Nug. Its vegetarian so there’s no meat in it.” She asked as she opened the clear top and stirred it.

Solas stared at it seeing she carved the vegetables into the faces of skulls from mushrooms, pumpkins in the carrots, purple, yellow, and orange. “I’d love to try it yes. It smells amazing.” He smiled.

He blushed realizing he was over her shoulder and bumped into her from behind.   He never been this close to her before. He can smell her perfume which was stirring the wolf inside him.  He coughed embarrassed as he backed away, she just smiled at him and got him a chair at a table. He sat blushing madly still reeling from the thought of being so close, flashes of his imagination of her close again his senses going wild. He started to crave her just as much as the food, imaging her nude under him as he would let the wolf out and make her his. Solas’s mind snapped back to reality hearing the movement of a bowl towards him, one in front of him, the other Infront of her. She turned the music box on, which was low, playing a song about loving someone like there was not tomorrow.  He smiled at her at her kindness and tried the soup, the heat bringing color back to his cold pale skin as he realizes more detail about her. Her skin was slightly darker she must have had time in the sun her whole life. She wore glasses on her face that steamed with the soup’s heat making him blush more finding them attractive on her. She wore instead of shorts and shirt a simple housedress that was a lilac color with an apron that was tied around her waist. Her full frame made her look simpler and kindlier, a figure like this rare in Theadas.

The Night wore on as they talked and joked, discussing how they have been like they are old friends. She broke out her box and pulled her smoke kit, grinding the heady scented plant and stiffing it into pre rolled cones before sealing them and offering him the first smoke. Solas now able to handle its strength took it and inhaled deeply and held before a slow exhale in her direction. She took her turn, and her small, pouty lips touched the end where his touched. He stared between bites of food wishing his lips really touched hers. The night felt like it was so fat, but only a mere hour passed as the boom of thunder sounded an alarm. They finished eating as she cleared her mess he stared at her standing frame. The term she jokes about “submissive and breedable” was running circles in his mind imaging her again submitting to him his old heart pounding with the thought. He finished the herb in hopes it would calm him down, but it made him too relaxed. She finished cleaning, turning to see him staring at her a look that was only recognized as admiration as she looked at him and smiled.

“You’re handsome… I’ve never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, in fact I always felt like love wasn’t in the cards for me till you wandered on my property.”  She got closer as something in him snapped. He stood and kissed her deeply never feeling this way with anyone himself, let alone a human but here is kissing her lips satisfying his desires and curiosity.  She slowly backed away leading him into what was obviously her bedroom. There was netting crowning her bed and soft lights giving a candle like glow as he growled like a feral god ripping his clothes getting more aggressive when she moaned into his ear and her breath brushing his ear. She pulled her dress off over her head her hair bouncing free along with her breasts and the fat in her body. He grabbed handfuls of her kidding again in just his pants as he kissed her lips the trailing lower, leading himself into the wonderland of her body and earning himself a well-deserved night.

[thelovelylolly]

A Jedi and A Sith

Request (by @emilaa2001​ ) : 24 + Obi-wan, soulmate au (can be tattoo version) with sith reader please 👉👈

Summary : “Why are you helping me?” You were being trained in the sith ways by Count Dooku, making you a amazing fighter and strategist. The only thing that bothered you in your perfect life was your soulmate tattoo. You never liked the idea of finding your soulmate but when you see the same tattoo on a jedi prisoner, you decide to help.

Warnings : TINY mention of injuries and a little violence, you know, clone wars stuff.

Notes : Thank you for requesting! Hopefully I did this idea justice!

For as long as you could remember, you were always trained in sith ways. You didn’t even remember your parents but you never really cared to seek them out in the galaxy. You master, Dooku, was the closet thing you had to a parental figure but even then you two were distant. He was your master, you were his apprentice. 

Dooku made you a high ranking general in the Separatist army, with your skills and all. You won all of your battles, except one or two pity/small ones. Dooku gave you constructive criticism on everything, which is why you respected him. Every once in a while, during meditation or planning, he would ask you about your soulmate tattoo. 

The old legend was who ever had the same tattoo as you was your soulmate. You never wanted to go out and try to find your soulmate, always focusing on the war and force. Dooku was the same way. Your tattoo looked like a mix between the Republic’s symbol and the Separatist’s symbol. Sure, it made you curious but you brushed it off.

“What do you mean it isn’t just clones?! It was suppose to be a squadron of clones!” You yelled at the commanding droid. 

“There is a jedi among them. But we almost have all of their forces eliminated. Should I order for the execution of the jedi?” 

“No, I want to take them as a prisoner.”

“Count Dooku told us to eliminate any jedi.”

“Then why did you ask me?!” You yelled. “I want the jedi as my prisoner. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, general.” Even if droids didn’t have feelings, you were sure you scared this one. 

You made your exit, immediately heading towards the battle field. You spotted your droids gathered around a small group, giving you the exact location of the jedi. You readied your lightsaber, igniting it’s red blade, and sprinted towards the group of droids.

Obi-Wan and the rest of his small squadron were trapped in an endless sea of droids. If they faltered their attacks for even a split second, they would surely be dead. But instead of droids killing them, the clones were quickly eliminated by something else. You ordered your droids to stand down. “A real life jedi? I’ve only fought your kind from a distance.”

Obi-Wan turned and saw you standing over the clone’s body. Your red saber contrasted against Obi-Wan’s blue one. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” Obi-Wan replied. The two of you started to circle each other.

“My master never mentioned me? I expected more from Dooku. But don’t worry, we’ll have more time for introductions in your prison cell.”

You waved your hand in front of Kenobi’s face and just like that, he blacked out.

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“You captured Obi-Wan Kenobi that easily? I’m impressed, my apprentice.” Dooku said.

“Thank you, master. I believe we can get some information out of him.” You replied, lifting your head from it’s bowing position. Dooku nodded.

“You are dismissed. Start the interrogation on the jedi.” Dooku instructed. You stood up from being on one knee and left Dooku’s presence. 

You ordered some droids to work on getting answers out of Obi-Wan while you had to plan your next battle. You’ve heard that the Republic was transferring some high tech supplies to one of it’s bases on the outer rim and you needed to stop that from happening.

“General.” A droid had entered your chambers.

“What?” You spat, annoyed someone ruined your focus.

“We need your help on interrogating the jedi.”

“You are droids, how hard is it to get answers out of a jedi?”

“He is resisting all our techniques.” The droid informed you. You groaned and got up, following the droid to the prison section of the ship.

You arrived in front of a interrogation room where Obi-Wan Kenobi was being kept. “Are you sure you’ve exhausted every interrogation option?” You asked.

“Yes general.” 

You rolled your eyes, opening the blast door. Your black robes flowed behind you as you walked in front of the beaten jedi. “I said we’d have our introductions here, so let’s start with you, shall we?”

“If you want answers out of me, rest assure your droids already tried.”

“Are you deaf? I asked for an introduction, not the entire battle plan of the republic.”

“Did the sith teach you to have such an attitude?”

“Answer me first.”

“No.”

You cracked your knuckles, ready to punch the jedi in front of you but something on his neck caught your attention. You walked over and pulled his collar down a little bit to see his soulmate tattoo. It was just like yours. “What are you doing?” He asked, pulling you out of your stare.

“Your soulmate tattoo, have you found the other person with the same tattoo?” 

“No, war has kept me from that and jedi can’t have attachments.”

“Interesting.” You replied, pulling your sleeve up to reveal the tattoo on your wrist. Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide. “Looks like you’re staying here for a while, General Kenobi. Hope your comfortable, I will get information out of you sometime.” You said before leaving the jedi by himself in the interrogation room.

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By lights out, the ship had landed on a planet for the night. You were laying on your back on your, staring up at the ceiling. A republic general, a jedi at that, was your soulmate. You were a sith, a high general in the Separatist ranks, the respected apprentice of Count Dooku. You couldn’t pursue a relationship with Obi-Wan. First, he had the jedi code and you were a sith. You were suppose to kill him, not spend the rest of your days in a relationship with him! Second, he was in the Grand Army of the Republic, the army you’re fighting against. Lastly, your master would kill you if you even thought about courting Obi-Wan.

You made up your mind, sitting up which caused your covers to pool in your lap and show off your loose pajama shirt. You got out of bed and found your black cloak, flipping the hood up onto your head. You quickly left your room and ran down the halls of your ship, your feet lightly or barely touching the ground which allowed you to be quick and quiet. During the start of your physical training, you learned how to quickly approach an enemy without letting them hear or feel you coming.

You found Obi-Wan’s cell and opened the door, seeing a sleeping Obi-Wan strapped onto a interrogation table like how you left him. You quickly started to undo his restraints and caught him using the force before he hit the ground. Using the force, you closed the blast door and pulled Obi-Wan into your lap. “Wake up, jedi.”

Obi-Wan blinked a few times before he realized who you were and remembered where he was. He quickly pushed you away and kicked you in the process. “Ow! Calm down!”

“Calm down while a sith has me in their arms?!”

“Listen to me! I’m trying to help you leave, you idiot!”

Obi-Wan calmed down when he heard that. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you helping me?”

“We’re soulmates, we’re kind of suppose to help each other. Now are you gonna listen to me or freak out and expose both of us?”

Obi-Wan stayed quiet which you took as an answer. “Okay, here’s the plan. I can get you to the hangar and you can steal a speeder. I know a secret entrance you can use to escape, I’m sure you’ll find your way to a nearby town and get help from there. Do not mention any of this to anyone, got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now come on.”

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The two of you made it to the hangar, it was surprisingly empty. You chalked it up to the patrol droids having already patrolled the hanger. “The speeders are kept over there. Grab one and meet me over here.” You said quietly, pointing over to a corner full of vehicles.

You ran over to a small entrance, pressing in code and opening the ramp. Obi-Wan met you by the ramp, the two of you walking down. “Thank you for helping me, even though you are a sith and a separatist.” Obi-Wan said, mounting the speeder.

“You’re welcome. For a jedi and republic general, you aren’t too bad.” You replied. Obi-Wan laughed quietly and was about to speed off but you stopped him before he could. You grabbed him by his collar and smashed your lips into his. 

At first Obi-Wan was surprised, but soon kissed back. The kiss lasted a few moments but you had to pull away since you heard something or someone coming. “Shoot, ground patrol.”

“What?”

“You need to go, now. The droid’s sensors could pick up the speeder. Go.”

“Wait-”

“Promise me we’ll meet again.” You cut him off.

“I promise.” Obi-Wan replied. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and he sped off right as a group droids rounded the corner.

“General. What are you doing out here?” One of the droids asked.

“None of your concern, go back to your patrol.” You quickly replied. 

“Roger roger.”

The droids walked away. You looked the way Obi-Wan went on his speeder, hoping he got away with no problems. As you walked back into the ship, you began to rehearse in your head how you were going to explain to Count Dooku how Obi-Wan Kenobi escaped.

[gyllenhaalstories]

SOUTHPAW, PART 1: HEADCANONS.

notes: dear anon: thank you for making me appreciate jake the rapper! also i know nothing about rap, so i’m sorry if this is pure trash! i never finished watching southpaw because it was too dark for me, but i took some very loose inspiration from it. warnings: mentions of dark past, mentions of sexual content... this got really long (2k words). gifs credits: alphalewolf. extras: if you want more informations about rapper!jake, please scroll through my blog. i have edited some older posts with the tag: topic: rapper!jake, so check it out if you’re interested. i have taken some ideas and put them in this list. (at the end of the list i provided some goodies!)

PART TWO WILL BE UPLOADED SOON, KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT!

attention, attention! please note i know absolutely nothing about rap. i very rarely enjoy listening to rap music, it’s simply not for me. this might be inaccurate and off compared to the actual world of hip hop and other similar genres. i apologize for my lack of knowledge! this is an au in which jake is not an actor or a producer or anything of the sort. his fame, he built it with his music. you must keep that in mind while reading these headcanons or else it will get confusing. also, i’ve taken some loose inspiration from jake’s actual work, but that’s just for the sake of backstory. are you ready to dive in this twisted fantasy?

Jake Gyllenhaal. Known as Hall. He exploded the charts after being picked up by one of the biggest record companies for his first album: Hall of Fame. He was a rookie, yet he was older than most of the rappers you can think of today. He worked his way up undercover. He started participating in poetry and slam nights at local cafés. He became a songwriter, through connections. He sold some songs that are absolute classics today, but he does not care. He did not feel like they fit him anyway.

Growing up, Jake had it rough. There was a lot of fighting at home. His older sister was the perfect angel and him? The absolute disaster child. It was not like he ran after danger and trouble, he seemed to always be at the wrong place in the wrong time, he hung out with the wrong crowd. He managed to avoid juvie on some miracle. What was the miracle, you might ask? He was caught robbing some local bank with his “friends” and the cops, at first, did not believe he was innocent. While his friends were screaming and threatening the innocent clients of the bank, Jake actually tried to help them out of the building safely. The cops arrived at the same moment and thought he was keeping the strangers hostage. He was arrested on the spot. The other guys played the victims, blamed it all on Jake but it was only when Jake wrote the whole story, from the beginning where his friends manipulated him and made of him their puppet to when he felt this adrenaline rush telling him he needed to save the strangers that night. His writing was too sincere, too raw to be a web of lies. The police released him, but they kept an eye on him.

His escape were writing and music. He impressed all of his teachers at school. Talented, gifted, magical. That was how they described Jake at every parent and teacher meeting. Writing dumb sentences that made very little sense and playing with a guitar after school, that did not make his parents very proud compared to his sister who was on top of all of her classes and working hard for a future of wealth and success.

Music was his entire life. He would come home from school and blast music until he was called out for dinner. Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Heart, Pink Floyd, Metallica, name it. He liked it loud. He liked it weird. He liked it with a deeper message, with double meaning.

He worked all types of jobs, some legal and some not so much. He was saving money for college. He applied. He got in. He started his classes. He had big dreams, too, he had ambitions. Maybe he could his talent to good use? He wanted to study philosophy, literature, music, creative writing... Anything that required thought and depth. He made friends, there. He befriended the edgy punk guy, he had tattoos everywhere, he listened to the same bands, he was quiet but his essays spoke volumes.

Jake was disappointed, his illusions were broken. He hated the format of his classes, the feeling like his opinion and his inspiration did not matter, it was always about meeting some stupid requirements to please a rich professor who did not care about passion, about talent, about originality. Jake dropped out, soon followed by his friend. His friend was hired at a tattoo parlor and Jake hung out there all the time. He would stay up until 5 am, 6, 7, all night and all day long. He loved the clients there. He would write and read his writing out loud to the clients when they were tortured by the needle shooting the ink in their skin. Talented and gifted, they all the same thing.

He started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

He wrote, not just stories and opinion pieces. He started writing songs, melody and lyrics. He started playing them, he started writing his own poetry too. He was introduced to freestyle battles. And as he fought against other talented thinkers, he noticed he spoke with a tempo, with a rhythm. He was rapping and he did not even realize it.

His career sky rocketed from the moment a music producer attended one of the rap battles. He was famous, he got quite the thick wallet and the connections. Jake was introduced to legends of hip hop. They all influenced him as his career grew to become something overwhelming and terrifying, yet thrilling and addictive.

Hall had a style of his own, though. It was romantic, yet absolutely disgusting and dark. It was aggressive, yet vulnerable and philosophical. He spoke of his trauma, of his hatred, of his envy, of his fears... He used his songs as an escape. He was becoming his own escape.

And his own prison. His family did not care about him, he was a shame, even. Aside from his old college friend, he never built strong friendships. They were all after him for fame and cash. He slept around, guys and gals, threesomes, foursomes... He did not care, anything for some genuine connection, even if it lasted for a very lazy and messy fifteen minutes in the trashy bathroom of a concert hall. Rumour had it he was a great lover, but he was so bad at loving.

Now it gets interesting...

Hall rapped alongsides Eminem, Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott... The biggest pop stars were fighting just to get him to rap a line in their songs. Rihanna wishes he was the one singing Love the way you lie, does that give you an idea? He appeared on duets. He wrote more solo albums, sold them instantly. He never left the top of the billboard in weeks, months, if not years. It never really got to his head. He was still that sensitive boy writing about knights and princesses in his bedroom with walls covered by band posters. Fans did not care about this side of him, they loved him for his lyrics about snorting coke, drinking his pain away and fucking whoever wore the tiniest skirt around.

His latest album, Southpaw, was an even bigger hit. Pure filth. Pure gold. Imagine 13 tracks, Cardi’s and Megan’s WAP but reversed. He does not rap about how good he fucks people. He raps about how good they feel. That’s some real depth here, no pun intended.

You met him at one of his concerts. Your friend won VIP passes, so you were standing in the front and got to take a picture with him. You did not understand the hype around taking a photo with this guy, he just stood there and looked absolutely emotionless.

You hated rap, or perhaps you loved it. You did not care much for Jake, that was for sure. You thought he was just another lame rapper who thought he was the real deal because his lyrics were so explicit, even the clean versions made angels cry. The truth was, you did not know much a bout him. You found him too commercial, like he was scared of becoming irrelevant.

You saw right through him already.

But him? He already cared too much about you. You caught his attention as he rapped his songs. He could not take his eyes off you. You weighted heavy on his mind, caused him to stutter and forget lyricvs. Fans laughed, they said he was probably too drunk or too high too focus. Drunk in love, that’s what it was.

There was something about you. Maybe it was the Black Sabbath shirt you wore. Maybe it was the unimpressed look on your face. Maybe it was your plump lips he wanted to kiss. Maybe it was the sight of you laughing with your friend that made his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was the fact you treated him like a normal person even if you had not spoken to him first.

So, you met backstage.

Your friend was beaming from ear to ear, showering Jake in compliments.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jake asked you.

“For someone who shows no emotion, sound dead inside and look like they wish they were doing anything but making dozens of thousands of dollars by singing a couple of semi mediocre tracks, yeah, it was not that horrible.”

He was up for a challenge.

You two exchanged insults like it was a boxing match. Each round was getting more and more intense. It was no longer insults, it was straight up flirting. You noticed when your bodies were so close you could smell the scent of watermelon chewing gum that escaped from his warm breath. You could hear the way his raced even faster than yours.

You were snapped out of this fantasy by his bodyguard, indicating other fans waited for him.

He remembered the name your friend called out, saying he needed to bring you home before something bad happened.

It was the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

He hung out around that concert hall for the next couple of days. At the bar nearby, at Starbucks, at McDonald’s, anything for the sake of seeing your face again.

And he did.

You were walking out of the record store with a vinyl of Heart squeezed under your arm. You looked so happy. You had paint stains all over your clothes. You were erasing the memories of a terrible relationship by decorating your tiny apartment, and you needed to set the right ambiance. You needed guidance, you found it in the strong minds of the ladies behind Heart, in Joan Jett, in Stevie Nicks. You found your silver lining in music.

Jake ran behind you, he pretended he was out jogging and he mysteriously bumped into you. He grabbed your vinyl before it could fall on the ground.

“Nice pick.”

“We finally agree on something.”

Another round of flirty insults...

... That ended in the two of you fucking like animals on the floor of your apartment.

And fucking on the couch the next day.

On the kitchen counter the morning after.

And finally, on the bed. That was a really special one. Jake was the first person to be on your bed since the departure of your ex. He could feel that you were not in the mood for a rough battle for dominance.

That night, he made love to you.

For, quite possibly, the first time in his life, he expressed his love directly to somebody. “Princess, baby girl, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing”, he showered you in compliments, and praises. The slow movement of his hips, the intense passion in his eyes and love in his heart spoke louder than the music you were playing in the background to set the mood.

You were not just another trophee to hang on the wall. You were special.

He was special too.

He bought you every record that reminded him of you. He bought you collector items of your favourite bands. From the silliest decoration to a new car to replace your crappy one, passing by tickets to exclusive and sold-out shows, Jake had never felt more famous in his life than when he was with you.

His fans noticed the change in his songs, in his lyrics. They were just as explicit, just as rotten and just as corrupted. However, they came from a place of light and love, not of darkness and rage.

He sang about how good your felt when you climaxed around him. How drenched he was whenever he made you squirt. How he loved to taste himnself on your lips. How he was full of love and of lust for you. How he would quit everything if it meant he would live a normal life, for once, and with you.

You inspired so many songs that became massive world-wide hits.

You travelled the world with him on tour. You helped him design his new merch and you wore his t-shirts with pride. You attended concerts in your freetime. You loved staying up all night, painting and drawing while he was writing about this mirage of a goddess, blessing his existence with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

He was addicted to you.

He was crazy for you.

And he went crazy on you.

for research purposes and not because i wasted my time hearing eminem talk about stuff i don’t understand so i could stare at jake’s thighs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP_cKP4OjsA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whV5oQDvVWE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGqC9URTJIQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5imXD1LPnwo

and finally, for good measure :

@gyll-yee-haw​ ily

[mnxxlove]

POURED DAISIES #2 #1

Pairing: Harry Styles

Prompts:

8; domestic relationship

11; multi chapter

16; just fluff

20; soulmates as friends or lovers

AU; rainy day

Word Count: 2566

Summary: After their date, Harry and Y/n go to his place. He then, decides that it would be a nice moment for him, to show her what he had secretly kept in his phone. He was literally going to show her an unreleased song which was inspired by the two of them. But at the end, he couldn’t make it, such as he desired to.

warnings: 50% fluffiness, 50% angst, a lot of hugging and staring bc I’m a whore for these things.

author’s note: I dedicated some time, and I made a song specifically for this. It is basically based by Girl Crush. I chose the music and tempo of this slowed version from soundcloud. However, I’ve changed the lyrics.

Girl Crush song

From me, to all of you 🦋

not my gif;

Without even waiting for the rain to stop, they picked up all the things that were on the white cloth. Y/n had the basket in one hand while on the other one, was having the camera. Whereas, on the other hand, Harry was only having the parasol and his instrument with him.

“Hey, hey! Wait! Let me help you!” Harry exclaimed, taking his guitar and the parasol, and running after her. But it was too late. Her hair was already wet and her clothes soaked.

Just when Harry placed the parasol under her head, he noticed that even in her eyelashes, there were raindrops. Or at least he hoped those weren’t teardrops… Without saying anything, Y/n helped him out with the parasol, and he left the basket, the camera and his guitar inside. But soon as she expected him to do so, he actually didn’t close it, and so he just accompanied her to the co-pilot seat, him holding the parasol for her to not get wet. Politely, he held the door open for her and once she was in, he closed it. The atmosphere of the inside of the car felt cozy, and way warmer than she ever thought it would. Sighing she started to unbutton her damp cardigan, to then just stay with her thin t-shirt.

Leaving her lips pressed, Y/n lowered her chin to look at it. And as she could, she tried to fold the cardigan. Distracted, she heard how the door next to her suddenly opened. It was him, just sitting down on his seat and passing both his hands by his now wet hair. Harry’s breathing turned calmed once he got in. His warm hands were raised, and his fingers brushed his hair rapidly. He seemed full with energy but still quite off. Leaving her not sure about how he was feeling.

Harry was feeling overwhelmed. His heartbeat was fast and accelerated. He was thrilled yet doubtful. Harry couldn’t wait to get home, and finally show her the song he composed about her. But if he did so, Y/n would finally know what he was feeling for her. Which caused him anxiety.

Before getting his keys in, he turned his head to the left and he saw that she was snuggled on her seat, her shaky arms embracing herself. She was having her face raised, but not too much. Y/n looked at him under her eyelashes, her pupils were dilated and scanning him in curiosity. Harry blinked repeatedly, eyes big and bright. He didn’t even think twice, and so, he took off his dried sweatshirt, to give it up to her. Him staying now in a thin, long sleeve shirt. Her cold hands touched him, and he reacted immediately, clearing his throat. Y/n looked at it, and silently, she just put it on. His perfume collided with hers, and it made her grin, while her eyes looked down. The fabric was soft and as she expected to be, it was looking loose and oversized on her. The long sleeves were hiding her fists, in ways none of her clothes would, and she liked it very much.

“Thank you.” She whispered almost inaudible. Y/n was still feeling cold, so she kept embracing herself. Harry started the car, and so it did the hot embracing heat, which felt welcomed and pleasing. Not expecting it, he grabbed both his hands and rubbed them continuously, not after he then, held Y/n’s hands, and kept them hidden with his own, giving her his warmth. He has always been attentive and caring with her. And she loved those little things he used to do often, for making her feel better…

She stared at him with complete adoration, but he was unaware of her guilty shy eyes. Harry was looking down at his hands keeping hers. He used to miss that a lot, the time he was away. He had missed her, and she had no idea how much… Keeping his breath in, he took his hands closer to him, to then, letting his breath to keep her hands even warmer. He stayed like that for a few minutes, not after he then, pressed a gentle kiss on them.

Harry was so lovable and sweet, sometimes it could make her wonder if he was real, because Y/n has never known anyone, in her entire life, that has ever been like him. He was so many things but the words liar, cruel or selfish weren’t the ones.

The way back to his mother’s house was comfortably silent, they didn’t talk or listen to any kind of music on the radio. Harry drove fast but with caution. His right hand was always placed on the wheel, meanwhile his left hand, on the other way, was being held by both her hands. Y/n couldn’t understand how warm he could still be. Nevertheless, Harry could not understand how she could be having her hands still quite cold in spite of him still holding them, and keeping them warm… When they were passing by his neighbourhood, she left his hand free, so he could park the car, using both his hands. It was still raining, so Harry told her to go straight to the porch and wait for him. But she just followed him, and helped him out instead. Y/n obviously received a bad glare coming from him, but she just scoffed and smiled having her head bowed to a side. When they went straight to the porch, she couldn’t help but to let but to sneeze.

The door got opened once he introduced one of his keys on the lock, and made a few rounds with the help of his wrist.

“Get in, please” He demanded, his voice soft but husky at the same time.

“Mom, we got back.” Harry told, entering after her.

Y/n looked at the place and sighed deeply. It wasn’t new for her, and she recognized every part of the house, as if it was her own. Anne, Harry’s mother knew and loved Y/n, dearly. And even if they weren’t used to calling or talking often, they got closer by the time.

“Alright! ...How was it?” His mom added, getting out of the living room. Once his mother noticed that Y/n was there with him, she smiled happily.

“It’s glad to see you again, sweetheart.” Anne told happily, her arms hugging Y/n.

“It’s nice to see you too.” Y/n answered.

Harry just looked at them, a big smile curving down his lips. He was beholding how the most important persons in his entire life, were hugging themselves, he was definitely going to be looking at them proudly.

“How was it?” Anne asked her, making Y/n to let out a nervous guffaw.

“It was fun.” She affirmed, now staring straight to him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness. And so did his own. A thing, which his mother did notice. But sadly, they didn’t.

“...I’ll let you guys, on your own.” Anne smiled, separating from her, to then, raising her hand and placing it behind his back.

She knew her son, and even if he hadn’t talked with her about his feelings for Y/n, it was practically obvious at this point.

Having a satisfactory smile on her face, his mother left.

In silence, him having held the basket and Y/n her still dumped the cardigan with her, they went upstairs and walked straight towards his room.

Once in, he left the basket on his old studying table. Without telling her anything, she made herself comfortable by sitting on the rotating office chair.

“What should we do? Would you like us to see a movie?” Harry asked her, being quite expected.

But he then saw how her face drastically changed.

“Hey. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice made her close her eyes tightly in irritation. She seemed pissed and Harry didn’t have a solid clue about what it just passed through her thoughts that made her seem extremely disappointed.

“It's just… -I just remembered, that David wanted to have dinner with me. I’m sorry.” Y/n explained, her playing with the end of his sweatshirt’s sleeves.

“It’s fine…” His voice tried to sound normal, and he tried as best as he could to fake it. But even if it sounded convincing, she didn’t believe that it was ok. And so, she sighed, holding now his hand with her own.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” She repeated, getting up from the chair. And facing him. He seemed sad and disappointed. But as much as she didn’t want to leave him, he needed to go and see his friend.

After all, he has been there whenever she needed someone, and David wanted to have dinner with her to talk about a few things. He needed her, and it wasn’t appropriate to cancel on him, although she was still on time to do so.

“We can hang out in a few weeks. If you want to. Is that ok?” She added, a hand raising to place the curl that was getting on his way to his forehead.

Harry, feeling the touch of her fingertips, just closed his eyes to then keep his breath.

“Alright.” Harry hushed, pressing his lips in a thin line. Before she left the room, Y/n stayed on tiptoe to then leave a little kiss on his cheek.

Slowly, she got separated and her hand got released from his own.

It felt terribly bad. The time that he stopped feeling the closeness of her now warmth of her hand and that he saw how she left by his bedroom door. He knew he was lost and defeated. Clenching his jaw, he sat down on the rotated chair, and he turned on and off the shift of his old piano. And after pressing one random key repeatedly he started to play the song that he has been wanting to show her all along.

“I called you one, two times. I hate to admit it but,

I miss you in my arms. But it’s not enough…” His voice was slowed, soft but still deep. His fingers glided over the black and white keys of the piano meanwhile he did the tempo with one of his feet.

“I’ve loved you three, four times. That one time you held me tight… We’ve been too long apart, but that didn’t change the fact… That I’m gonna miss you so bad. I wanna take her hand, such as he did it, but... You’re no longer mine, dear. And you’ll never be mine. You’ll never be mine… And that’s why I cry at midnight. Calling you my life… And you’ll never be mine. Oooh, you’ll never be mine…” He sang, his eyes now staying up closed, while he couldn’t help himself but to feel angry and disappointed. He has been feeling completely bad lately, ever since he decided to leave London to make his new album.

Once he was gone, she started to talk more often with her friends, which wasn’t bad at all, however, by consequence she met a new guy, that kind of helped her to cope better with her own problems. No one knew that a lot of bad things would happen to her, once Harry would leave London. And even if they called and texted each other often, it just wasn’t the same, such as seeing each other and having a real life conversation. And even if David wasn’t half a man Harry is, he was there for her when she needed someone. Harry knew, that she didn’t do anything with David, and that she didn’t have any type of feelings,only compassion and gratitude for being kind with her. But still, he was insecure about it.

Bold of Harry to to believe that she felt something romantically for David, when she has spent months talking with him about how much he missed Harry.

“I’ve been gone for too long… Suddenly everything’s wrong. I don’t remember your eyes.

But I still hope you remember mine.

He’s been holding your hand… But you used to keep my heart. We’ve been too long apart,

but that didn’t change the fact… That I’m gonna miss you so bad. I wanna take her hand, such as he did it, but, you’re no longer mine, dear.

And you’ll never be mine. And you’ll never be mine… And that’s why I cry at midnight.

Calling you my life… And you’ll never be mine.

Oooh, you’ll never be mine...

I’ve loved you every minute. And I will, every hour of my life. But you’ll never be mine.

But you’ll never mine...Never mine.” He continued singing, his heart and soul represented in every word… Harry was hurt, but it wasn’t her fault.

Neither David’s, only his own. He had two months to decide whether he liked to go away or stay in London, and he thought it was best to go so he could finish the album as soon as possible.

He kept gliding his fingers over the keys of the piano, until he then decided to finish it. He heard some footsteps approaching, but he thought it was his mother, and he just ignored it instead of opening his eyes to look up who was there.

Eyes crystal, Y/n looked at him and without thinking, she spoke, making his fingers press the wrong keys. Harry’s eyes were wide-opened and his pupils dilated.

“You really feel like that about me?” She sobbed.

Her eyes were tinted red, such as her cheeks were as well. She seemed completely overwhelmed but so was him. Harry swallowed thickly, to then, standing up from his chair. He didn’t say anything, Harry just cupped her face with his hands, feeling now the tears falling down her face, then, colliding with the skin of his bare hands.

His face expressed sincerity and softness. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and so it did his green sparkly eyes. Having his lips kept in a thin line, he just decided to scan her face to then, cleaning up her tears with both his thumbs.

“Harry, please. Talk to me.” She sobbed, placing both her hands on his, for him to take them off and hold her hands instead.

Harry just closed his eyes in embarrassment and sighing he nodded his head slightly. Feeling himself too shy to open his eyes, he just closed them even tighter. And not expecting it, she just pressed her lips with his own.

It was surprisingly electric, and it felt better than he could ever imagine. Any of the songs he has written about her, could ever be described as being kissed by her. It was innocent and waited and it feel satisfying knowing she felt the same way. Noticing that, still kissing her, he smiled and embraced her closer to him.

“I have always been yours.” She added, her voice lowered, making it to an end. His foreheads were pressed against one another. Their noses were caressing, their eyes were looking down.

They were fighting the urge to kiss each other again but they failed. Now him being the one to kiss her, this time softer. His head leaned for her and she smiled too just the moment before their lips pressed together.

[whosmorales]

Kiss the girl - Spider Noir x reader

A/N: there’s no where near enough spider noir fanfics so I decided to take a crack at it. I’ve never written one before though so I sincerely apologize if this stinks.

Warnings: swearing, fluff I guess?? General bad writing

“I need you to fake date me” you said to Peter (Peter Noir to be specific, not the pig or the old, sad man, as much as you loved the two.)

Peter sighed and took of his thick, round glasses to clean them off on his sweater as he supported himself by leaning one arm on the kitchen counter. “And what is this for exactly?” He inquired, his dark eyes locking with yours before he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You felt yourself get flustered when you realized how stupid you must sound to him right now. “Weeeelllllll..I may or may not have made a bet with Miles. We agreed that whoever could get someone from the spider crew to go out with them first would get twenty dollars from the other one.” You said, avoiding his gaze slightly.

“And why me?” He asked in a slightly soft voice.

“Well, dating a pig would just be weird, Peter B is almost twice my age and is just patching things up with MJ, Penni is like my little sister, and Miles is totally pining over Gwen, I’m trying to win a bet, not break the kids heart.” You rambled, casually deciding not to mention that you wouldn’t mind dating him for real, instead of just for twenty dollars.

He sighed softly in response before making eye contact with you once again, his deep black eyes stared into yours in a way that was almost intense. “Fine...” he muttered, breaking eye contact after what felt like an eternity. “But you owe me one” his features softened and his face flushed a little, but you barely noticed considering his skin only got a slightly darker gray color.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “Thanks, Love.” You said in a sarcastic way. I mean, if you guys were gonna fake date, you might as well make the most of it, right? You grabbed his hand in yours, catching him off guard, and marched down to Aunt May’s basement, where everyone was hanging out.

You proudly walked up to Miles, Peters hand still in yours. “Cough it up Morales!” You said with a wide grin on your face.

“Are you mcfreaking serious?!” He said, avoiding using a certain word in front of Penni. You nodded happily and looked up at Peter, who you saw was nodding as well, his face calm and his mouth forming a soft, almost indistinguishable smile.

Miles let out an over dramatic sigh before pulling a crisp 20 out of his back pocket and putting it in your hand, or more like tossed it over to you, refusing to give you the satisfaction of winning by giving it to you so delicately. You giggled delightedly and gave Miles a hug, which he ignored like the little drama queen he is. After that, you turned around to face Noir. Should you hug him? No, you had to keep up the impression that he was most definitely your boyfriend, but without freaking him out or anything. You put your hand in his and squeezed it softly, which caught him off guard, he was hoping expecting so much as a kiss on the cheek, but at least he could remain cool and calm this way.

“Alright I’m gonna go get a new book, with my new TWENTY DOLLARS” you said, dragging out the last few words and making sure to rub it in Miles’ face.

“Slow down darling, you’ll freeze out there.” You heard Peter say before spinning around to see him wrap his seemingly giant trench coat around you. You felt a light blush sprinkle your cheeks.

“Thanks” You said rather quietly before you spun back around on your heel to go to the book store about a block from Aunt May’s house.

“Be back in time for movie night! 9 o’clock, you can choose the movie.” Peter B yelled as you walked away. You smiled to yourself and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself and putting on a pair of boots over your fuzzy socks. You checked the time, 7:30 pm. Cool.

As soon as Miles heard the door close upstairs, he turned around in his chair to look at Peter Noir, who could already feel himself getting flustered.

“Sooooo...you and (Y/N) huh?” He said, almost in an interrogation voice.

“Y-Yeah” Peter replied awkwardly, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck and fumbling over his words.

“Cute.” Gwen said out of nowhere. “What’s your favorite thing about her?” Gwen was like an overprotective sister to you, even if she was younger, and she wanted to know everything about you, your friends, and your partners, which now included Peter.

“Uhm..well, my favorite thing about her can’t be boiled down to just one thing” he said, not even realizing it was all fake. “I like the little smiles she does when she gets complimented, how her nose scrunches up, I like how she puts other people before herself, especially when she’s saving people, when there’s stray glitter on her face from who knows where, it just looks angelic, I like when she’s having a lazy day and just lounges around in Spider-Man pajama pants and a big old tee shirt, and she still looks gorgeous.” He continued to ramble on before he realized.

Fuck.

He has it really bad for you.

A little bit more time passed of him gushing over you like a girl with her first crush to the other members of the spider crew before you came downstairs, already having changed into a big, comfy Disney world tee shirt and the Spider-Man pajama pants that Peter adored you in oh so much.

“I got a Spider-Man comic book!” You said happily, showing it to Penni, who you knew would be beyond excited to read it with you before she went to bed every night. That was another thing Peter loved about you, you were always elated to hang out with any member of the crew, and you had special activities you did with all of them. With the two of you, you loved to show him music from different decades, your favorite being the 80s, you just loved dancing like an idiot to the voices of David Bowie and Freddie Mercury with your friend. Yeah, that’s all he was. Your friend who you just so happened to be fake dating.

Peter B clapped like a teacher trying to get a class to listen up. “Okay kiddos it’s movie night! Since porker got to choose last week, that means it’s (Y/N)’s turn today!” You smiled to yourself, already knowing which movie I’d choose.

You fished out a CD of the little mermaid (nice pun). You knew everyone, as much as some would hate to admit it, enjoyed it. Porker and Penni enjoyed any cartoons, Peter Noir loved watching anything ahead of his time, especially colorful movies like this one, as much as Miles and Peter B would hate to admit it, they were both suckers for the under the sea song, and Gwen had a soft spot for Ariel, she loved that Ariel was smart and knew what she wanted, unlike most of the princesses before her. And you? Well, this movie was just your favorite, you couldn’t explain it really, but watching it felt like being a giddy little kid all over again, it gave you a sense of wonder.

You smiled like a little kid seeing fireworks for the first time as the bright blue screen flashed with a picture of the Disney castle. You were snuggled up under a soft pink blanket (that you totally didn’t steal from Penni) with Noir by your side, the two of you separated by his hand. You sighed internally, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? you thought to yourself, why couldn’t you always be by Noirs side, be able to call him your boyfriend, borrowing his trench coat, even though everyone besides him couldn’t pull it off the same was he did, calling him cheesy nickna-

Your thoughts were cut off midway through when you felt a strong, but gentle arm wrap around your shoulders over the couch. You jerked your head rather quickly to see Peter, who looked all embarrassed and flustered, but his arm didn’t move, though you weren’t complaining. You melted into his touch pretty instantly and you felt his fingers lazily trace patterns of swirls and circles on your arm. God you were so glad he wasn’t aware of what colors meant, because the blush across your nose and cheeks was growing, and fast.

You felt yourself smile into Peter’s shoulder, which you rested your head against, when you heard your favorite song of the movie, kiss the girl, come on. Something about the song was just so magical and sweet, and listening to it while snuggling with Peter “Noir” Parker made you feel beyond lucky.

“And you don't know why, but you're dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl” you sang along softly. Peter was surprised he didn’t swoon right then and there at the sound of your gentle voice.

Without realizing what he was doing, Peter put 2 fingers under your chin to face you towards him, gently and calmly. He stared into your eyes for a breif moment, though it felt like everything else had disappeared in that moment, no one but you and Peter. He looked down, letting out a small exhale that released just enough anxious thoughts for him to kiss you. It was gentle and calm, but it felt so real.

After a moment, you pulled away from him and stared into his eyes, searching to see how sincere he was, almost not believing what had just happened.

Had he done this because the others were around? Or did he do that because he really wanted to?

You smiled at him softly before sinking back into him. He was almost in disbelief from how calm you were, because god knows he was absolutely freaking out internally and probably over analyzing everything.

There was a good hour left in the movie, although it felt like it went by in just seconds of cuddling under Peter’s arm while your hands grabbed his free one and to rubbing in circles on his hand. As the end credits started to roll, you noticed everyone besides you and Peter had passed out. For a second, you felt shy and vulnerable, even though you’d kissed what felt like moments ago.

“I like fake dating you” Peter said as he rubbed the back of his neck and spoke quietly as to not wake the others up.

You smiled shyly, though you felt kind of heartbroken, with the word fake being added to that sentence . “I like fake dating you too.”

“Alright Doll, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, in that warm 30s voice of his you loved to hear so much.

“Goodnight Love.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he didn’t seem to think much of. That made you realize something: I want to actually date this nerd! Fuck I’m a dumbass!

“Wait!” You whisper shouted as he walked away. He turned around to you with a goofy smile.

“I want to date you...but for real this time.” You said, or more accurately declared.

He smiled softly and nodded. “Me too, I guess I’ll see you in the morning Love”

He called you love

Holy shit

God this man made you melt like Ariel did for prince Eric.

A/N: sorry if this is like really bad but let me know what you guys think!

[johnny-boy-17]

STAR VS THE FORCES OF EVIL or The Art Student’s Awakening (A Review)

Oh hey, it’s another review by me that nobody asked for! Ok, this one is actually gonna mean a lot to me since this show is pretty much the reason I even started posting things on this site to begin with (thank you and curse you Tumblr), so I need to get it all off my chest. 

Short version: It’s really fuckin’ good, and y’all should check it out. The ending could have used a little more finesse, but it’s still pretty damn good.

Long version: *gasps for air*

Ok let’s start with the story. Yeah, it’s certainly a rollar-coaster. What starts out as a fun little-romp-of-the-week type of story...

...becomes this tale of power corruption, racism battle, and a tale of trust in one another and unity among the people.

Whether or not it handles that well seems to be half and half. On one hand, grace under fire this show is not. It does seem a little rushed in the last season, and you can really tell it wanted to be a bit longer, flesh out ideas, but didn’t have time for it (I blame the Mouse on that). 

I mean I dunno about you, but a show that introduces time travel right the fuck out of nowhere in a medium never seems to end well, this show is no exception.

That and they reeeeeaaaaaally try to knock you unconscious using a hammer with all the prejudice allegories.

On the other hand, good characters can make a shit story seem like high-class art. And good characters this show has in spades (no eclipsa-related pun intended).

Firstly, Star Butterfly herself. It seems stupid not to start with her. And... yeah she’s a really fun protagonist. Not only is she basically Sailor Moon hyped up on too much nose candy, but she has an incredible story of growth to go with. She starts as a fun-loving monster battler that’s too eager to run away from her problems to this teenager facing the looming shadow of adulthood head on and ready to ditch her past of monster-ism(?) for good, never to let such discrimination see the light of day again. Not to mention Eden Sher just absolutely brings this character to life, even if it’s just little things she says like “yeah totally totally totally” or “we got burger juice on the wall rug.” Something in her performance just absolutely friggin’ works wonders. I’d say she’s probably one of my favorite protagonists out there that “the big D” has come up with, but my favorte character they’ve created in a looooong time? That award... 

... goes to mother-fuckin’ Marco Ubaldo Diaz. I cannot BELIEVE how much they won me over with this guy. I think it’s because I saw so much of myself in this guy to the point where I am convinced he’s my long-lost brother. This B0I starts out as this paranoid play-it-safe ‘nother brick in the wall type who just wants to get through his teenage life without any kind of trouble, and by the end is a guy who’s ready to shrug off getting impaled by an evil unicorn being ridden by a corrupted version of Star’s half-demon ex just to get him to snap out of it (it just now dawns on me how fuckin’ batshit this show is). I just love how as he’s easing up on his paranoia, he learns to stop taking himself so seriously and let loose every now and then. Adam McAruther deserves praise for playing this guy, and I don’t know who could ever play this guy like he did. If no other takeaways for this show were to be, it’d be that Marco is in a lineup of my favorite fictional characters of all time.

Now I sense some ears (ok fine all ears) are waiting for me to talk about the two together, so I’ll touch on it once, and make an entire post on it later: It’s great. It’s pleasing to the eye, it’s wholesome for the soul, it makes them both into better beings, the opposite attracts thing is done beautifully, the chemistry could make Bill Nye proud, and I think their ending was as good as it could be for them... though I do hate how long it took to get there. 

OK LIGHTNING ROUND GO (can’t get ‘em al, so sorry):

-Tom: I like the guy, definitely a more relatable and visible character arc and his design is neat.

-Jackie: I wish my lesbian venice beach girl got more appreciation, but I luv her none the less.

-Janna: I luv my strange bisexual filipino witch-wannabee (you know what I said is true don’t deny it)

-Moon: Never really gave her full trust, but was not disappointed by her in any way, despite various actions in the end.

-River: I liked him in the beginning season, sorta trailed off by the end.

-Kelly: Not sure why she was there, but she was cool.

-Eclipsa: We stan that queen! Loved the fact that her motives were so grey, and you every could tell if she was going to turn out to be truly bad or not.

-Globgor: We stan that king! I adored how he actually was a threat back in his day, but now regrets everything he ever did then (plus him size shifting in fights is creative as hell), wish we could have had more of him, but it’s cool that we got any at all really.

-Glossaryck: I loved him, true chaotic neutral god. He was such a troll, and he has my respect (and to think all he wanted to do was die).

 -Ponyhead: I hope that sack of shit gets donated to a glue factory.

But what is a good story without good villains? Well, this show wants to have a ton of good ones, but nothing really sticks to the wall too well, though they do leave an impact.

LUDO: This is how to do  a comedic villain right. You have fun with him in the beginning, and then you make him into a legit threat the next, and by the end give him a redemption arc so as to let him go back on his old ways without soiling his actual good moments as an antagonist. He was the one who surprised me the most.

TOFFEE: Ooooohhhhhhhhh everybody loves this lawyer-lizard B0I and so do I. This guy’s plan was 1: not evil at all, 2: his methods were borderline black and grey, and 3: it was still going on in the background of the story of the entire show since his arival. His personality was cool, suave, persuasive, manipulative, downright terrifying sometimes, and he was just so good at it. While everyone certainly wishes we had more of him, what we got and how long le lasted just cements him as probably one of my all-time favorite villains ever really.

Ms. HEINOUS/METEORA: Oh shakespeare where art thou? Such a wondrous work this tragedey is. Heinous just starts out as a villain who pushes the patriarchy so you can say “fuck that shit,” tries to steal youth for herself, wants to kill Marco for ruining her perfection, y’know yahoo. But the moment you realize her name is Meteora, and what her past has been like... yeah, this is a fuckin’ shakespearian villain for certain. It gets to a point where you begin to agree with what she’s doing, and you’re glad thing turn out all right for her in the end, but god-damn she was such a captivating force to go up against. Scar can suck one compared to this.

MINA LOVEBERRY: I wanna say this was a good attempt at an Aku-type villain (humor and terror in perfect balance), but yeah she could have been handled better. For what we did get with her though, I’m content with it. It’s just funny to see hobo-usagi here just hulk out and talk with a southern accent about what is essentially senile racism n’ shit. There are hints to a tragic past that led to this, and that was nice, but overall not exactly a swan song.

In fact, that’s kinda how the whole ending was wasn’t it? It was serviceable, but nothing big to write home about. I could have definitely used a little more polish to flesh out some things, but we got left with enough to tide over I suppose, though I so wanna see more. 

I mean, look at this new world we were left with! Could you imagine a new season just exploring that? It sounds like so much fun! However, the crew have this “leave them wanting more mentality (ha! hope you were paying attention to that foreshadowing!),” not to mention I have seen the creator Madame Daron Nefcy encourage all the creative fans this show has to do all sorts of stuff (of which we seemed to have wasted no time and not even waited for the show to end to start doing *glares at the fan-made-starco kids everywhere*).

Really, at the end of it all, I’d compare this entire series to a friend doing a cannonball from a high-dive. First, you’re amazed that they decided to climb the ladder. Second, you’re in awe of the guts their showing to prepare for the jump. Third, you gawk as they actually did jump off into the water from the height. But fourth, you see them underwater and watch them un form the ball and into a weird janky zero-gravity water thing swimming up for air, not to mention you remembered they didn’t swan dive. But that doesnt mean the plunge was all that bad, you enjoyed watching all the steps to it, didn’t you?

Overall, the score I shall leave it at would be... 7.5/10, and an easy thumbs up approval. It’s ending and other aspects have a lot to be desired, but the story and characters are too good to ignore. 

Check it out if you haven’t already (probably binge it), and to Madame Nefcy (if by some stroke of a miracle you see this) thank you so much for creating this show. I am so glad I saw it despite my gripes, and I’d gladly see it again.

[bandomgay]

My brain to yours pt.1 b.u

Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed

Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess

Word count: 1,894

It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.

he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.

he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.

In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.

he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .

now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.

he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.

He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.

“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.

He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.

“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication  worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.

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Chapter Four: Pourin’ Out My Heart to a Stranger But I Didn’t Pour the Whiskey

I've been having a hard time adjusting, I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting ( This Is Me Trying ; Taylor Swift )

May 19, 2019

It had been just shy of two weeks since Maggie had brought most of her belongings to the compound. Most of her things, aside from furniture, had remained in boxes from their multiple relocations over the past six years which made moving a fairly quick event. The bigger pieces of furniture remained at the small cottage; she hadn’t told Pepper that she was keeping it. Having one foot out the door was in her nature; she’d been caught unaware before and now she always had an escape plan when it was inevitably needed.

While she’d been familiar with the offices and grounds of the sweeping compound, she had never been to the living quarters. The design was typical of Tony, sharp angles and clean lines permeated the architecture and decor. It was simple enough for Maggie to learn where everything was; the rooms were on the same floor with a living area and a small kitchen central to all of them. There were two large locker rooms to be shared but, even in his absence, Tony’s nepotism had the benefit of her being given a room with an ensuite bathroom.

On the unreasonably large, king-sized bed, she turned within the stifling, wrinkled sheets once more while the thin layer of sweat on her skin stuck to the soft cotton. Bracing herself, she sat up and threw the colorful, rumpled blankets on to the floor before leaning forward and dropping her head in her hands, rubbing her tired eyes until bursts of light and color appeared on the back of her eyelids. She peaked over at the illuminated numbers from the digital clock, they taunted her that it was still only half past four in the morning.

In the drawer of her bedside table, there was a small bottle of sleeping pills that she’d been prescribed earlier in the year when she’d told her physician that she had difficulty falling asleep. She didn’t like taking medications; even as a child, whether it was from stubbornness that she didn’t need the substance or anxiety from side effects, she had always convinced herself that she’d be fine without it.

Leaning over, Maggie opened the drawer and grabbed the orange bottle, turning it over in her palms. Tracing a finger across the ridges of the lid, it felt like the sensation wasn’t even happening to her. Stopping the action, she realized that she almost felt like she was detached from her own body. As if there was nothing tethering her to the moment anymore. The numbness was familiar to her; it was one of her body’s typical reactions to stress.

Being unable to feel had been dangerous when she was younger and more reckless but as she’d gotten older, she liked to believe that her coping skills had mostly moved beyond things involving self-sabotage.

It had been nearly forty-four hours since she’d awoken on Thursday morning and she hadn’t found her way back into the arms of Morpheus since. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t tried to go to sleep. She’d taken long showers with drops of lavender oil swirled into her soap and drank cups of exotic herbal teas (at Pepper’s insistence) that had tasted awful but every time her head hit the pillow, her mind began to play memories like strips of old film turning on a reel.

The memories weren’t all bad. Some were of her and Poppy going to the beach on Montauk in high school or the time her parents had taken her to Navy Pier in Chicago when she was a child but more often than not, the memories that she saw were painful things that she wished hadn’t been dredged back up.

It was like she was an observer, watching a much younger version of herself sitting on the living room floor and waiting to hear information as the television showed clip after clip from the battle that had taken place hours earlier. She saw Poppy holding her tightly as she sobbed at the medical examiner’s office when she had to identify the bodies of her parents. She watched herself slip out of an apartment silently, leaving only a note behind in her absence. She watched Kate’s hand turn to dust before the rest of her body followed.

They played on a loop, never leaving her alone.

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and stretched her sore muscles. The edges of her vision went black and she had to close her eyes for a moment to reorient herself. Silently, she moved down the hall in her pajamas to the kitchen. She looked at the door to the office area of the compound and silently cursed Pepper.

She’d followed through on her promise and had cut off Maggie’s access at certain hours of the day. Of course, she knew that she needed rest but in its absence, she hated feeling unproductive. Without anything to distract her, she was left to wander the compound silently in the dark like a ghost haunting its old dwelling.

She was on autopilot as she grabbed one of the heavy glasses from the cabinet. Padding across the floor to the fridge, she pressed it against the water dispenser, watching as it filled slowly. The water raced towards the top before she watched in, what felt like, slow motion as it slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor at her feet.

Falling to her knees in the puddle of water, Maggie picked up some of the shards and, in her distraught exhaustion, tried to fix it. Picking up the larger pieces, she tried to fit it together like a three-dimensional puzzle.

It wasn’t until she saw drops of crimson blood on the floor that she’d realized her hand had been sliced from the jagged edges and that there was nothing that could ever bring the hundreds of tiny fragments back together again.

It was like a dam had broken when the tears began falling. At once, every tear she’d prohibited herself from shedding over the past three weeks rose to the surface and fell over the edge like a waterfall. Her chest was wracked violently as the emotions fought their way to the top. She dropped the pieces of the glass, placing a hand over her mouth to muffle the sobs as she fell back on to her bottom.

She squeezed her eyes closed, willing herself to stop crying. Her back rested against a cool, wooden cabinet door and the sharp edge of a knob dug uncomfortably into her shoulder but her limbs felt heavy and she couldn’t bring herself to move and remedy the pain.

The sleep deprivation and emotional exhaustion had left her feeling completely powerless; she would stay there forever if she was allowed, simply watching as the universe and time passed by her.

Eventually, her shuttering sobs slowed and transitioned into a silent but steady stream of tears that traced down her face. She wasn’t aware that it was a possibility for someone to produce so many tears. Maggie didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there; there was no indication of the time aside from the shadows moving across the floor as the sun began to breach the horizon.

Through the crack in the shades, she had watched the sky catch fire, clouds becoming illuminated with burning orange and yellow light.

In the periphery of her vision, she didn’t acknowledge the appearance of the bearded man in a t-shirt and loose, plaid pajama pants who had quietly entered the kitchen. In the hazy light, Steve’s eyes landed on the shell of a shattered girl, sitting on the floor in front of the fridge. The two hadn’t spoken much aside from things regarding relief efforts but he felt a strange draw to her.

He knew she was new to the foundation, that she was kind, and that she only wanted to help everyone, so much that she wouldn’t allow anyone to do the same for her.

Cautiously, he approached Maggie like she was a wild animal that he was weary of. With each slow step, he could see her more clearly. Her round, espresso eyes were glazed over and stayed trained ahead even as he got closer to her. This was something that he’d seen before but it was typically in soldiers that had seen combat. He was reminded of the night he’d found Bucky strapped to a table in Zola’s lab and the terrifying emptiness behind his gaze.

Forcing the memory out of his mind, he crouched in front of her and watched to make sure her shoulders were moving as she breathed; she wasn’t even blinking. He reached out, gently resting a firm hand on her shoulder; he could feel her cold skin even through the thick, knitted sweater. The only other indication of life within her was the unending flow of tears from her eyes.

His voice was soft, not wanting to frighten her. “Maggie?”

At her name, her heavy-lidded eyes flicked over to him with a sharp inhale as if he’d woken her. She blinked a few times; she wasn’t sure if she was even awake anymore. This could have been a dream for all she knew. Or a nightmare. She could feel the warm weight of his hand as his thumb gently rubbed back and forth across her shoulder like he was almost trying to bring some warmth to her. The touch was somehow both foreign and mildly comforting at once.

“I…dropped my water.” She murmured, finally looking at his face. His stare was piercing but she couldn’t help but feel that he saw right through her.

A sad smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes crossed his face, “I can see that.” He had noticed the glass and water around her when he spotted her but it wasn’t until then that his eyes found the blood as well. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” Her response was automatic, like answering ‘fine’ when someone politely asked how she was.

Steve’s expression was reproachful as he tried to find the source of her blood, spotting a bloody palm print on her leg. He gently took her hand and turned it over so he could see the gash across it, she gave a quiet hum when she finally looked down at it. It was like she was seeing it for the first time as she flexed her fingers, her expression unchanging.

Her voice was quiet when she eventually spoke again, “I can’t feel it.”

At that, Steve took a moment to finally look at her face, taking notice of her bloodshot eyes and the almost bruise-like darkness that framed them. He kept his voice gentle, “Maggie, when was the last time you slept?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. Absently, she mused that she wished she’d been able to drink her water before it fell before she registered that he’d asked her a question. Her eyes found his again, “I think it was Wednesday night…or maybe Thursday?” The days had run together when they weren’t each punctuated by a period of sleep.

He pressed his lips together, feeling his heart clench at the girl's response. She hadn’t slept in nearly two or three days; it was a wonder that she was even awake at all. “It’s Saturday morning now.”

“Oh.” She gave a small nod as if he’d only told her that it was going to rain that day. On some level, she knew it was bad that she hadn’t had any rest. She knew the effects of sleep deprivation, it was dangerous. There was a small possibility that this was a hallucination, that Steve wasn’t even here.

Reaching out, she watched as she slowly wrapped her small hand around his forearm like she was trying to find something in reality to ground herself.

He hesitated before pulling out his phone, “I’m gonna call Bruce. You need to sleep.”

“I can’t.” Her soft voice was flat, almost matter of fact.

“Why?” His brow furrowed.

“I have to help them.” She looked back at his eyes musing that the light blue was almost the color of the morning sky. Her grip on his arm tightened just slightly and she could feel her breath catch in her chest as she shook her head, “I can’t stop thinking about them.”

They both knew the ‘them’ that she was referring to. The ones like them. The ones that had stayed. The billions of people who were left behind in the wake of the disaster to pick up the pieces.

“I think you’re in shock.” She hummed in acknowledgment of his assessment. Objectively, it made sense. She knew that there was no concrete timeline for the reaction to a tragedy, especially something of this scale. He quickly sent a message before he pocketed the small device and began to stand, “Come on, let’s get you up.”

“I can’t move.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows drew together. Was she more injured than she appeared? Maybe she’d fallen and hit her head on the way down.

Her empty eyes fluttered closed, her head leaning back against the wooden door of the cabinet again. She let go of his arm; nothing felt connected anymore. On her lips, she could feel the sad, grimace of a smile. Her voice was soft, “Have you ever just…” She took a shuttering inhale of a yawn, “been so tired that nothing feels real anymore?” Her chest began to rise and fall slowly with each deep breath.

Steve hesitated, he knew that she needed sleep but the gash on her hand needed to be checked out and she probably needed a mental status examination if her words were any indication of her state. “Can I pick you up?”

At his words, it was her turn to hesitate. She didn’t want the help but a part of her knew that she needed it if she ever wanted to leave the floor of the kitchen. Her eyes were still closed as she gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

At her approval, he moved closer to her. The limbs that felt like concrete to her were pliant as he placed her arms around his neck before sliding one arm under her knees to gently life her up. She fell limp, feeling safe despite not yet actually knowing the man. Her head dropped to rest on his broad shoulder, the smell of clean laundry filling her nose. His warmth was soothing to her tired body.

Silently, he carried her through the halls of the compound to the infirmary area. He knew she was walking the tightrope of consciousness towards sleep. Other employees had begun to arrive for their workday (weekends weren’t really applicable when the world was in tatters) but no one dared to comment when they saw his severe expression.

The automatic door slid open, granting him entrance. He gently sat her on a bed and followed the line of her eyes to see Bruce entering the room as well, sliding his glasses on over his tired eyes. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

She hummed noncommittally, drawing her knees back in to her chest as she took in the new place. She was stationary as her eyes roamed around the room. It was sterile and white with glass, white plastic, or surgical steel composing most surfaces aside from the bed she rested in. She squeezed her eyes closed as the brightness almost burned. It was mostly quiet which allowed her to hear the hushed discussion between the two men.

She heard Steve mention the length of time she’d been awake, in response Dr. Banner mentioned something about an intravenous line which finally caused her to open her eyes. It was like she had a moment of clarity, breaking through the stupor, ‘You’re fine.’ She didn’t need any of this. Quietly, she put her sock-clad feet on the tiled floor before trying to stand. She could feel her knees buckle and an arm reaching out before Steve was at her side once again.

“Maggie, where are you going?” Trying not to sound frustrated because he knew that he was just as stubborn as she is, he steadied her gently with a hand between her shoulder blades, the other taking her outstretched hand. Her cold fingers gripped his tightly, fighting to keep herself standing upright.

She spoke quickly, stumbling over her words as her eyes went between the two men. “I don’t need this.” She tried to stand up straight but couldn’t let go of Steve’s hand. In an attempt to regain some composure, she slowed down her words, forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. “See? I’m fine.” On some level, she knew that she was obviously the picture of stability with her sunken face and shaking hands. “I’m okay. I’m just going to go and—” Her words faltered, feeling the room begin to spin. Her face flushed red in embarrassment.

“Maggie?” Steve’s worried baritone sounded like he was speaking to her through a tunnel that was miles long. She knew what was about to happen. The edges of her vision blurred into blackness before she felt her legs give out, gripping his hand tighter and then there was nothing as the consciousness left her body.

As she fell limp, Steve caught her easily before lifting her back on to the bed. Taking a step back so he was out of the way, he ran a hand over his tired face and watched as several nurses came in and quickly began working. They hooked her up to several monitors while Bruce swiftly inserted an IV in her hand, attaching a yellow bag of liquid to the line.

In the small bed, her head propped up by a thin pillow, her face had finally relaxed; the tension had left it along with consciousness. After the initial rush of activity, he hesitated before turning to a young woman in scrubs, his voice low as he inquired, “Could you get me her information? I should probably let her family know she’s in here.”

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Requests (11/14/17)

These are all the requests I’ve gotten in the last week! Thank you lovelies! And don’t forget you can submit a celebrity tg caption now too! :D

Anonymous said:

Possibly do a caption, set in a dystopian like world? One where the Kardashians have taken over the world or US. Bois who were deemed to "small" are being rounded up and being turned into kardashianesque girls? Then sent to a Private Academy taught by Headmistress Kris. You can choose any celeb that has that look. Think this type of world might be fun to me at least.

Ooo, that does sound fun! I’ll see what I can do. ;)

Anonymous said:

not sure if you'd do this. Think you could do a bit of a darker caption? Not really sure what the subject matter would be.

I’ve got a few requests for “darker” captions so hopefully something I’ll turn out in the next few weeks will be to your liking. :)

Anonymous said:

I saw your answer to my request where you said it was a Femdom cap and not a TG cap, what if the mistress herself (Taylor Swift) was a sissy and is still talking to the reader like I described in my last request and telling the reader how to be like her?

That could work. I’ll see what I can do! :)

Anonymous said:

Not sure if you'd do a cap of her since she's technically not a celebrity. Think you could do one of Bianca Beauchamp?

I don’t know who that is. Sorry hon. :(

Anonymous said:

If you can find the right pics could you do a caption where a boi has been turned into a sissy by Jennifer Connely. If not a caption using a pic of her from the Rocketeer

I googled it to make sure, but Jennifer Connelly WAS 21 in The Rocketeer so yes!

Anonymous said:

Bit of a Sci-Fi request. Fanboi won't stop bothering Olivia Wilde about her role as Quora in Tron. So somehow Olivia puts the boy in her computer and he looks like Quora. Olivia is now free to alter the boy into her perfect sissy plaything. Starting with his bad attitude.

OMG, that’s kinda hawt! I like it! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do another Saturdays cap? There's one of Emma Watson as Hermione in a pink dress against a door, with tears in her eyes. Could you make it where Bellatrix has captured some poor muggle boi and is turning him into her bimbo sissy plaything as a roundabout way of getting revenge on Hermione?

I think I know the cap your’e talking about. I’ll give it a shot! :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a Dua Lipa cap? 😊

Sorry, sweetie, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Could you do a sequel to Good Girls Gone Bad?

Hmm, I’ll see what I can do. ;)

Anonymous said:

Caption with Megan Fox in the school uniform from Ninja Turtles. Guy was a teacher who wanted to tear down a sorority filled with disruptive students in his class. Now he's there student learning to be a good sorority girl/slave and he's so naughty he always gets spankings?

I’ve already got a cap with Megan Fox in that costume right here. I’ll try to see if I can’t find a different one though!

Anonymous said:

Mariah Carey has trapped a boy as her sissy assitant. Her attitude is one of complete subservience and is the girliest thing to ever walk the planet. Though inside he wants to be far far away from her. Mariah knows this and plans to drag him deeper into femininity where he will never escape

Anonymous said:

Think you could do something sorta dark with Mariah Carey as a stepmom or aunt?

Anonymous said:

If it's not trouble could you do a two part caption with Mariah Carey? Maybe she captured a boy who was mean to her. Has feminized him. He complains and wants to be turned back but she merely makes his outfits girlier when he does this. In the second one she's had enough and is going to make him permenantly a girl. If possible make it strict but playful

So there are a few different Mariah Carey requests in this batch of requests. Mariah Carey was recently accused of sexual harassment so I’m going to keep from writing caps with her for a while. This could very well be temporary, there’s a chance these accusations could hold no weight, but just for the time being until we know more there’s going to be a possibly temporary embargo on Mariah Carey caps. Sorry guys. :(

Anonymous said:

Hey, can you do a caption using a Lindsay Lohan photo from mean girls where a guy decides to dress up as a girl and go to the school, and the plastics pick him up and turn him into a girly girl just like the rest of them. Thanks.

Totes! I always LUV a good Mean Girls cap! :D

Anonymous said:

Can you make one where a guy named wants to start up a new version of the Playboy Mansion, and ends up as a dumb giggly bimbo bunny girl?

Oh absolutely! I got at on of celebs I can pick for that. ;)

@sir-sporkman said:

Can you do something with Joey king, guy (sam) keeps getting called Samantha teasing day after day and he said one day why don't you just make me into one

So I was surprised to see that Joey King IS eighteen now. Whoa, I feel so old! If I can find a good enough pic of her after her 18th birthday, then totes! :D

Anonymous said:

Plz make a game about panties and captions about bbw girls

I actually have a Panty Drawer Game right here. And I’ll make an effort to include more BBW women.

Anonymous said:

I haven't seen a basic white bitch caption in a while. Could you do one where you incorporate Sissy Co.'s pumpkin spice Lattes from "Pink is a Fall color?"

Well, Christmas IS cumming up. Maybe Sissy Co. has a peppermint latte? ;)

Anonymous said:

Think you could do a caption where a mean older brother is going off to college. The younger sister doesn't want him to go because he'll get away without paying for what he's done so she feminizes him into being her loyal sissy doll? Not sure what celeb you could use though

This’ll just be a matter of finding the right pic, so if I can I will! :)

Anonymous said:

Would you please do more caps of goddess Nicki Minaj. Like she's the president of the US, and she declared a new rule "let's make America cute again" This law aims to empower females and to feminize males, so boys must loose their anal virginity to females or they'll get their cocks locked forever.

Hmmm, I like it! Maybe it has series potential. ;)

Anonymous said:

There's a pic of Daisy Ridley smiling into a mirror. Think you could do a caption where a boi's inner sissy has taken hold ans trapped his unssisy self inside?

Sure thing! She’s such a cutie, I luv her. :)

Anonymous said:

There's a pic of Ariana Grande with her in a white dress and gogo boots, legs crossed, with her holding the edges of the skirt. IMO perfect for a sissy cap. Maybe the boi's mistress is teasing him and is having him try the dress on and he's pouting a bit.

I think I know the pic you’re talking about. There’s a chance I’ve used it already but if not I can totally do this!

Anonymous said:

I saw you said you were allowed to use any of Saturdays pics. There's this amazing one with Selena she has freckles and bucked teeth. Think you could do that one. Maybe the sissy was really bad and her mistress has changed her to punish her and humiliate her. The sissy lisps every word they try.

I’m hesitant to use that one because I think Selena is in a nursery. I don’t really do infantilization caps on here, or at least caps that infantilize THAT much. I’ll take a second look at the image just to make sure, but right now I’m just going to say maybe.

Anonymous said:

No offense to any of her fans that like her. Though in my opinion I always thought Taylor Swift was kind of snobby and looked down on others. Could you do a caption where she turned down a boy and turns him into a sissy but just looks down upon him and is constantly changing his looks due to being a perfectionist?

I could do this, sure. ;)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption with Lucy Hale and Holly Marie Combs? They played daughter and mother on TV. Holly has turned her naughty stepson into a hypnotized sissy and is about to remove the hypnosis to show what she's done to him

Sorry to send two in a row. If you can find a pic with Holly, Lucy and another girl. Can you do a seperate caption as well. Where a mother and daughter took a neighborhood troublemaker and turned him into a demure obedient sissy maid?

So I can do the Lucy Hale & Holly Marie Combs pic, BUT I don’t think I can do one where they turn a boi into a maid because I can’t find a pic of them WITH a celebrity dressed as a maid. But totes will do the first one!

Anonymous said:

Caption with Lacey Chabert turning her nephew staying with her into a perfect plastic? She wants him to be her dolly

Sure thing! Just gotta find a good pic. :)

Anonymous said:

I've always seen Anne Hathaway as very smart. I don't know if she is, she just comes across as such. Think you could do one where she's a teacher and she's teaching a sissy look alike? The sissy isn't very smart making Ms. Hathaway give her lots of sissy spankings?

We’ll see. I can’t think of a pic that would work for this but I’ll look for one.

Anonymous said:

What about one where a guy decided to go en femme to a vacation trip. Just because he was curious and wanted to try it as a one time thing. But then one clothe led to another, the touch of his shaved skin excited him, then he bough new accessories to improve his look, by the end he does not want to go back (demi lovato have some swimsuit selfies on her instagram that I think might fit in this caption)

Oh, totally! Luv it! :D

Anonymous said:

You know u give a bit of life to some of our fantasies, right? So, here is mine. A guy named Pedro feels trapped in his life. Nobody knows, but he is hiding his true self. But every once in awhile he goes a step further, he starts shaving, let his hair grow, try make up at home. Falling down the rabbit hole. One day he might may let Alicia (his new name) come out. Can you use a JLaw pic? Thank you :) I LOVE your tumblr, I made a lot of requests in the last few months and it is so much fun!

Awww, thank you! I’m glad you like it! :) And sure, I can totally do this!

Anonymous said:

What about a science experiment that went wrong? (Maybe a sissy co. Lab?)The scientist was accidentaly exposed to a gas that transformed him into a girl. The effect was to last a few hours, but he started to like it and made the change permanent. Emma Stone was a scientist in amazing spider man

LUV Emma Stone & I LUV Gwen Stacy! Totally! :D

@addicted-to-tg said:

Looked at your list of celebs and was baffled that Courtney Cox wasn't on there! What what what?!? I guess I'll take one for the team. Would you be ok with doing a Courtney Cox TG cap, maybe based off how she looked in Season One of Friends? Maybe the setup can be a girlfriend giving her boyfriend a potion and the end result is the picture. I dunno, a bit vague, but I'd love to see what you come up with. Thanks so much, keep doing what you do, you. You're great at it.

Ooo, I’ve never thought of early season “Friends” Courtney Cox! I’ve tried writing a cap with her a few times but just couldn’t find the right pic. I’ll give this a shot! And thanks! :D