#i want that tshirt ngl

[martyfive]

OCs and where they work (part one: Noma and Tom)

[game-on-comics]

Hi Elisa! How is it like being the vice-champion of boxing, being second best to Matt?

[faunandfloraas]

Chk chk // Boom 💥

[kindred-spirit-93]

solangelo be upon ye

unfortunatley both my brain and my phone crashed and all i could salvage was this screenshot, so pls excuse the extra awful quality lol

draw ur otp as this tumblr ad i got lol:

saw this and my brain immediately thought of the muffins. teddy bears are adorable and i want all the blorbos in em so get to work >:)

no pressure tags just for funsies i swear: @xixovart @sunshines-child @notsolonedesert @atlasthecactus @spookie-puppy and open lol

[bumpkinbayouthief]

🂱 › NSFW alphabet : Remy LeBeau .

warnings : nsfw / 18+ a/n : tried my best to keep it as gn!reader as possible so everyone can enjoy, i had so much fun writing this ngl, hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Remy is pretty good when it comes to aftercare. if he was the one toping then he is attentive, makes sure to clean you up, kiss the marks he left on your skin, get you water and a snack, and of course, endless amounts of cuddles

now if he was the bottom during your session of fun then he prefers to be the one being attended to though he will naturally want to check on you and make sure you are taken care of too

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

ass and thighs, Remy is absolutely an ass man and your thighs, oh he loves to be buried in them and hold onto them as he is going down on you

on himself, he doesn't have a favorite, but he does like the way you love his eyes. he spent most of his life either hating them and eventually becoming indifferent, but you adore them and because of it he finds himself liking how they look in the mirror

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

he loves to be messy and cover you with his cum like the little shit he is, unless you aren't into that then he keeps to just releasing inside of you

his favorite thing is to taste yours, bringing his covered fingers to his mouth and sucking it off while he stares at you with those red eyes of his

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

he doesn't really have any dirty secrets, after all he tells you every filthy thought he has

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Remy is an experienced lover, he's tried a variety of things and had plenty of partners so its easy to say that he knows what he is doing in the bedroom department

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

he likes to see your face while he is driving into you, so anything from missionary to have you riding him. the little noises and faces you make drive him wild

but he also loves a good doggy style session where he can slap your ass and watch you grip the sheets while he thrusts into you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

he definitely leans toward the goofy side, after all, if you can't laugh while completely sunk into your lover then you aren't doing it right is his mindset

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Remy keeps himself clean shaven down there, his light brown happy trail leading down his stomach

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

whether it is a quick and fast session or a gentle night long ordeal, he can be quite intimate during the act

he loves the foreplay part, taking his sweet time getting you ready from lighting the room in warm candlelight glow to kissing every square inch of you as he pulls of your clothes and tosses them onto the floor

even during the act, he is constantly making sure you are not uncomfortable and enjoying yourself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Remy is no stranger to jacking off, especially when he's got you around constantly turning him on

he has definitely had moments where he has had to sneak away to the bathroom to rub one out after seeing you pass by in something as simple as a tshirt and denim shorts

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

he can be quite a kinky guy, never one to say no to trying anything at least once

he likes bondage, being tied up and at your mercy excites him, not to mention having it the other way around if your comfortable with it.

another is you wearing his clothes, he often has thought about fucking you while you wear nothing but his trench coat

on top of that he definitely has an exhibitionism kink, loving the thrill of doing it somewhere someone could easily walk in on you two if they wanted

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

tying into his exhibitionism tendencies, he is down to do it anywhere, from his car in an empty parking lot to a random closet in the mansion, he will do it anywhere with you

his favorite place though is probably the comfort of your room or even your tub/shower where he can ravish you for hours without any interruptions

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

you, quite literally just you. you turn him on pretty easily and in a moments notice he is ready to go

narrowed down its probably your kisses that get him started, especially when you kiss his earlobe and whisper in his ear filthy words or place a teasing peck to the side of his neck

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

he doesn't have many no's but one is knife or blood play, he just can't stand the thought of hurting you the same also goes with breath play, he isn't a fan of it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

he prefers to give but isn't opposed to receiving

he goes down on you like it is his favorite and last meal, gripping onto your thighs as you pull his hair each time he quickens his pace. he'll bring you to an orgasm and raise his head with the biggest devilish grin, absolutely covered in you

when he's receiving he loves to watch you do your thing, his hand resting on the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair, bucking his hips every so often

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

his pace entirely depends on the situation, he can be fast and rough when he wants to be but typically he likes to take in slow and sensual, taking his sweet time and dragging it out as long as he can, going for a new record each time

when he's on a time crunch he has no qualms about bending you over the closest surface and pounding into you, hands gripping onto your hips

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Remy loves a good quickie, down to pull you into nearby closet when you both have gotten handsy with each other.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

he is more than willing to try new things with you, making sure to always establish a safe word or system so that you both enjoy it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

he's got pretty good stamina, comes with the training he keeps up. he can go multiple rounds, all of them lasting longer than the last as he fucks you throughout the day or night

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

he doesn't have many toys for himself other than a few cock rings he likes to slip on when he is jerking off

but he has plenty for you and is more than happy to use them on you whenever you ask, from vibrators to plugs, cuffs and rope, even a few blindfolds

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Remy is the biggest tease, loving to bring you so close to the edge and right as you are about to reach your sweet release he pulls away, leaving you a whining and crying mess

but oh, how he hates when you do it to him, though it's not like his dislike for his hard no's, but he will sure be a whiny brat the second you start to tease him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

oh he is loud. he makes all sorts of sounds during sex, from loud moans to whines that makes you melt with each one that leaves his pretty mouth

and his dirty talk in unbelievable with some cajun french so easily strung in there, his lips close to your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

his go to safe word is pineapple and it made you giggle when he told you that the first time

he also loves when he kisses you after you’ve gone down on him and he can taste himself on your lips

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

he's a good size, not one to have a dick measuring contest or really pay attention to that sort of thing. he's just occupied with making sure you enjoy it

a good 6-7 inches with a nice girth that stretches you in the best way possible whenever he is inside and he knows how to use every inch

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Remy has a pretty decent sex drive, not super high he can show some restraint, but if you say jump, he will definitely ask how high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

he'll always make sure you get taken care of and are settled before cuddling and after that he will fall asleep pretty easily, though he tries his best to stay up till you fall asleep

it doesn't always work out that way though

love, elizabeth

[ divider credit : @/strangergraphics | banner image from x-23 (2010) run ]

[yoru-no-seiiki]

Shit, I just saw you had different accounts for different genres and I already requested on your main non smut(??) account😭😭 Okay, okay, I have a new totally original idea. What about.. male pervert yandere enemy x gn or female reader? Like enemies to lovers but one is only in on it because of their masochistic tendencies and they just love being dominated. And please add nsfw of him jerking off, finding her sweaty (sweet) gym tshirt and it being mentioned that he has, I don't know, JERKED OFF TO THEM IN FUCKING CLASS. (The oneshot could be in class👀👀)

- I'm 🙈 anon from your main account, you don't have to complete both of the requests, either one I know would make me cum, but please I'm so desperate for cocky ass bakugo katsuki like bitch guys who are so submissive and vulnerable on the inside IM BEGGING YOU.. omg, now I'm like them, fuck.

This got me pissing my pants ngl- but aaaaa yess. This came at a perfect timing! (long story short i got sum good news from my scholarship stuff in Ateneo) Your audience with me has been approved.

(also I don’t think I received your other request unfortunately uhu)

YANDERE! PERVERTED! RIVAL OC x GN! READER

tw/cw: dddne, yandere themes, male masturbation, semi-public masturbation, yun’s trauma with enrollment procedures.

MINORS/AGELESS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

University was hell before it even started. Due to complications with your scholarship, you and your parents had to repeatedly go out to get a whole bunch of documents in searing summer heat to ensure you kept the damn thing from falling through.

It was safe to say, you weren’t going to just take all that for granted.

You wanted to be the best student in the history of the institution, no — the whole country. Anything less than perfect would tarnish the effort your family has put into you.

But a certain Ricardo Peralta was making that oh so difficult for you.

Not only was he already a member of the student council and potential president for the following years, he was oh so disgustingly well-rounded and rich. You thought you were a try-hard? Well think again. Ricardo had you beat in many aspects.

But not all of them.

You are a people person by heart. Charismatic, and sociable. You knew how to mingle, how to get a person wrapped around your fingers. Ricardo may have the vantage point with connections now but in the future? It wouldn’t be long before everyone will turn to you instead.

And so began your petty rivalry.

It was subtle at first. Smirking at the one who got a lower score. Congratulating the other for winning second place while having a golden medal dangling from their neck. Scoffing at their rival for having a life outside academics ( pfft imagine having good time management? The two of you can never! )

And then it steadily degenerated into full blown petty fights. Violence at times. Anything aside from murdering each-other was free rein and even then there were days you two took that sort of route. It was mostly you though. For some reason, his parents were quite fond of you and would always let you into their mansion. This gave you plenty of opportunities to drug his ass.

You didn’t know it was because of a deal his parents made with yours to give him access to your room.

Ricardo studied you harder than the academics he worshipped his entire life. He knew you far longer than you did him. You were the reason he strove so much to be perfect. The only reason he wanted to be perfect was for you.

He knew your parents would never think to pay for the outrageous fees the University you (and by extension him) wanted to go to, so he made his parents start a scholarship program for gifted students (Anything to make their son happy). You were already guaranteed to get in from the beginning, and he felt bad for having made you panic from the strings he had to pull so that you’d always have the same classes/schedules.

So he let you win some of the little games you two had. In any case, nothing beats the reward of your smile. And the smug smirk you’d give him as you loomed over the desk, your chest almost resting on his face.

He shook his head, he can save those thought for after he stole another set of used underwear.

He usually came to your locker after P.E. it was when your scent wouldn’t be covered by whatever you sprayed on yourself. Don’t get him wrong, Ricardo was a germaphobe and a half but those cheap perfumes and deodorants you slathered all over yourself so you wouldn’t smell half bad after your exercises couldn’t compare to the scent of your body.

In anycase, today Ricardo got greedy. Impatient. Something his parents were sure to have reprimanded him on. But he couldn’t help it. Could you really blame him? It suddenly started raining out in the field. The way the water made your shirt cling unto your clothes practically made you irresistible.

“Ngh . . . [Y/N]. J-just like that . . . use me . . .” Tears formed at the corner of his eyes as he mumbled in pleasure. If you just walked a little more, perhaps leaned your head around the corner. . . god, he could imagine the disdain on your face. The utter disgust you’d show him.

It didn’t help that you were slandering him just a few feet away.

“That piece of shit, Ricardo. He totally fucking cheated.” You cursed, so unlike your usual polite tone with your fellow batch-mates and the faculty. He hears a resounding thud right after wards.

The movement around his shaft only gets faster. His grip tighter, harsher, as he imagines the way you’d abuse his cock. If he added any more force he’d probably tear himself apart. The thought of disappointing you is the one thing keeping him from harming himself.

His hand only ever stuttered due to the sound of your friend’s voice, ear piercing and grotesque as it is in contrast to yours, “Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko-“

“Shut the fuck up!” You angrily replied, this time slamming the locker behind Ricardo, making him moan stumble forward a little.

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

Streams of white leave the tip of his cock, your threat shoving him off the ledge of pleasure. Your rain and sweat covered shirt now drenched with another type of liquid.

[Notes]:

Aray! Nadamay pa talaga yung mukha ko — Ouch! You really just brought my face into the fray.

[haetrack]

mark couldn’t help it. he couldn’t help but to place his hand over his pants, palming himself when the only thing racing through his mind was how pretty u looked today, ordering a coffee from the cafe that he worked at. he thinks about how u pursed ur lips, reading the menu in concentration, the way ur chest heaved up and down when u came running into the store, escaping the rain. a groan catches in his throat, knowing that this was so wrong, getting off to someone he’s never even talked to, but oh god did it feel so right when his hands slipped past his waistband, fingers curling around himself. the outline of his hardening dick was too prominent thanks to the plaid pyjama pants he wore. he bit his lip, inhaling deep breaths as his hand started stroking himself. he remembers the spark he felt when ur hands brushed his as u handed him ur credit cared, he imagined it was ur hands that were rubbing against his skin right now, ur hands that were playing with the warm pre-cum that was dripping out of his swollen tip. the little voice in the back of his head was still telling him that it wasn’t too late to stop, but all he could hear was how silky smooth ur voice was ordering a drink, he wished he could listen to all the pretty sounds u would make if he was buried inside u. his pace quickens at this fantasy, imagining that he was fucking u right now, not his right hand. groaning at the thought of how good he would feel surrounded by ur warmth, his hips thrusting up into his fist harder and faster. his grip tightens when he remembers how ur white tshirt had gone slightly see through from the rain, how he must’ve been the only one who had the honour to see the traces of ur blue lace bra before u threw a crewneck on top. he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that u were wearing his favourite colour. his deep breathing now morphing into shallow whines with how long the pleasure has been building up inside. it’s the thought of ur pure, innocent smile that pushes him over the edge. the orgasm causing a string of swears being grunted out. his hips sputtering at the thought of cumming all over ur sweet face. his hands continue stroking, milking himself for everything he has. the clarity starts to settle and shame creeps over him at that fact that he really did just get off to a total stranger. but the shame didn’t last long when he discovers that none of his cum spilled and he doesn’t have to change his sheets, grateful for the fact that he was so horny, he didn’t even bother to take off his pants.

ngl smoothie dance practice mark has me in such a chokehold i had three other scenarios i started writing for him but they were all getting SO long i had to stop myself 🧍‍♂️ mark pls hmu i want u so bad 🙏

- 🌱

GODDDDD WHY MEEEE... perv mark who doesn't even realize he's being a little perv... i need him. 🌱 anon get in line bc i need him FIRST!!!!!

he would tell himself it wouldn't matter that he got off to you. it was probably just a one time thing that you came to the coffee shop he worked at. if he doesn't have to see you, it doesn't matter that he came in his pants because he'll probably never see you again anyways.

except, there you are again, pretty smile on your face as you enter the cafe. you're not drenched this time, but you are wearing a low-cut top. you're quick to order this time, same order as last time. mark tries so hard not to stare too hard at your chest, but when you hand him your card, he takes a moment too long to grab it, too busy staring at you. you clear your throat, and you're met with a sheepish look as his face turns red.

he's trying hard not to mess up your order, hands fumbling all around in embarrassment. he's also trying very hard not get a boner at his job where quite literally anyone can see him. when he calls out your order, he swears that your hand lingers on his for a while, and he swears it's on purpose. he watches you walk away, saying goodbye to him as you go about your day.

he waves goodbye to you. although he said it was a one time thing, he might just have to fuck his fist again tonight because of you.

[starberry-cupcake]

hello!! I'm back!!! *sitcom studio cheer sound*

previously, in nona del 9:

this happened

this is the general tag for all the recaps

last recap I said Something was happening and it has!! we have a puppy now!!! her name is Dana (after Scully)!! this is her!!!

DAY TWO (one of the things mentioned is that honesty's job goes terribly wrong and I feel so bad because I forgot to point it out in my recap, even if it was something that looked sus af to begin with and I was concerned when I read about it)

CHAPTER 7 (second house skull, after pyrrha probably)

nona wakes up abruptly

someone told me in the last recaps that the bible chapters are when nona is sleeping, which I hadn't put together at all and I don't know if I should have or if I missed something important

in any case, nona starts telling camilla what she dreamt, which is not what was in the bible chapter, so idk what's going on with that

maybe the bible thing is what harrow is seeing and the dreams are what an amnesiac gideon is seeing????

we don't know yet

she's describing being with the "other person" who is touching her hands but they're not hers

"I'm touching my own hands but they aren't mine"

which is another one on the tally for the "this is gideon in harrow's body" theory

they're surrounded by red eyes in the darkness and she's very hungry

and they're holding hands

that's the dream

she was startled awake because camilla threw a sponge at her

nona freaked the hell out about that

remember when harrow was woken up by og!gideon trying to murder her in cold blood every morning? those were simpler times

also, nona is about to put on the tshirt from the cover which took me 25 years and @lady-harrowhark pointing it out to notice it was a burger

camilla asks her about the hands and nona says she didn't like them

and that she doesn't like having hands????

she's a bit infuriating sometimes ngl

I don't know what to do with this information

pyrrha talks about people becoming violent because shit is getting real

and she prepares some mush for them to eat at breakfast

she's also worried about camilla's soul (and life) due to whatever it is they're doing on the sites

palmolive, I swear to whatever god of your choosing

(that isn't dr reverend emperor john asshat)

if something happens to camilla on your watch

I'm gonna chase your nerdy ass all the way to your river loft and back

when they start talking about nona wanting a "six months alive" gift, pyrrha tells camilla how depressing and non-gift-giving the ninth house is

which she visited when anastasia got settled

nice to know things in the ninth never ever changed

they did have a gift, though

the gift of ortus's poetry

nona wants differently colored hair ties, to not push too far into pyrrha's limited budget

we'll see if we make it to the birthday, there's a countdown going on

when nona gets to school, honesty has a punch in the eye and she has to help him with it until teacher angel comes in

teacher angel is still looking very sus, with clothes in disarray and also the same ones from the previous day

hot sauce also comes in afterwards, which makes me think she might have been following teacher angel

she's on the case

hot sauce gets very upset asking honesty who punched him in the face

everyone's very upset and tense, except for kevin who's eating peacefully

we love kevin

so, honesty tells the story and starts from the worst place imaginable to explain something that happened with accuracy

which is the end

but that's fine, because the tension of the story is in the middle, so we get the narrative effect

we appreciate that

he's got a podcast in another life

honesty was about to go to the tunnel job but, turns out, it wasn't a tunnel job

it was actually a mad max job

and they get cocky and do more than they were planning to, which is never a good idea

so, by the third attempt, the guy who's been doing the dropping-in maneuver gets very spooked by what he finds in there

which is a lot of people with white eyes who look directly at him when he shows up

which prompts militia trucks to pull them over

so honesty runs the fuck out of there and gets smashed into a pole

depiction of honesty, ruby and born in the morning after the incident, had they been together:

honesty gets saved and cared for by some homeless folk

after his face got smashed into the pole

and he clarifies they were trying to steal from a convoy

which he would have said no to had he known the job before being taken to do it

he asks hot sauce to protect him

which hot sauce agrees to, but I think this is too much work for one hot sauce alone, especially if she's keeping an eye on everything else

nona offers her help, but is rejected, on account of being dumb

I wonder if nona will somewhat reveal her powers of healing protecting these kids at some point

OH, ALSO

teacher angel sus person mentioned not being technically a doctor but getting a crash course in triage

which, continues to be sus behavior

is teacher angel helping with the fights? with war? with secret confrontations?

we'll have to wait and see!!

THAT'S IT FOR NOW!! I haven't had a lot of time to read and recap and I'm currently falling asleep as we speak, so sorry for such a short one this time!!! ♥

[secriden]

screaming yelling oh my GOD i'm probably a million years late to this party, but can i just take a moment to appreciate how Monster Next Door subverts the usual 'under the influence' trope in episode 4/5!??!?

ngl when the scene started i was cringing so hard, because what i thought was going to happen didn't feel necessary for the development of the characters or their relationship. i understand that some stories require scenes which drive the character to wrestle with the truth of their inner demons (i'm thinking of you, kpts episode 4), but this show and the characters did not need it at all.

but bless the writers/director(s) of MND!! they didn't disappoint!! so instead we get:

god adorably gushing about how cute diew is while he's drunk and has no filter <3 (ahhh, send help! god's implying that when he normally thinks of diew, his imagination of diew doesn't ever live up to when he sees diew in reality so he instinctively knows its not just him dreaming/thinking of diew!! this is SO CUTE!!!!)

2. god clearly wanting to kiss diew but even blind drunk he doesn't yank diew into the kiss. the way it's shot, we actually see diew slowly relaxing onto god, so we get to see that he wants the kiss too.

3. but crucially, diew pulls back! which i'm just... relieved over tbh because it would have felt quite out of character for diew to have kissed him here anyway, but also these darling boys deserve a much better first kiss where neither of them are intoxicated (hopefully this doesn't come back to bite me later).

4. during the whole shower section, i got a bit worried again, but we see diew doing his level best to treat god right given the circumstances and he keeps turning away when he can/seems to be trying to touch god as little as possible. like this scene is clearly there for us, the audience, to appreciate Big Thanakorn's incredibly impressive physique, but diew, at least, is more discomforted by the situation then anything else. which feels right.

5. and bLESS we don't even need to suffer through unnecessary misunderstandings between them the next morning because when god wakes up he just communicates, just like he's consistently been doing this whole time, completely in line with what we know about his character up to this point! its so refreshing to NOT have them "fight" because they don't talk about what happened.

also i like that he acknowledges that he didn't have control when he's drunk and that it wasn't actually okay/good for their relationship. like, idk, sometimes shows just glorify alcoholism/the 'liberty' that comes with being drunk, but i'm grateful this show isn't doing that despite being in a university setting.

an aside: the show's commitment to drawing attention to the size difference cracks me up because diew wears these huge as baggy tshirts and they're still too small for god.

anyway, yes, this is a love letter to the writers/director(s) of monster next door who clearly know their show, know their characters, and gave us such a sweet subverted version of this troupe. <3

[phantomspiderr]

Happy Birthday, Marc

Pairing: Marc Spector x afab!reader & Steven Grant x afab!reader

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: You think birthdays are something important, a chance to celebrate your favourite person, to give them anything they want and make them feel good. And maybe Marc will look forward to his birthday from now on.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ smut bby, unprotected p in v, fingering, a little manhandling, it's fluffy i'm ngl, use of the nicknames baby & sweetheart

a/n: besties i'm ngl i'm exhausted and i've probabaly missed things in order just to post this cause I started writing it like a week ago and just got the urge to finish it. So i'm sorry if i'm missing tags and stuff, let me know if there's things missing. But I hope you like it anyways, love you, appreciate you and now i'm going to sleep

“Marc,” it comes out in a breathy whisper and your lips are pressed back to his skin before you’re even finished drawing out his name. For once, by some miracle, you’d woken up before your boyfriend so it was only right to wake him in the best way you know how. It was also just coincidentally his birthday and you think today should be all about him and things that make him feel good.

Continuing at your slow pace, you place kisses on his cheek, moving down to his jaw and then his neck. If he was awake he’d call you a tease, especially with the way you’re straddling his waist, and definitely for your choice of clothing—or lack thereof. You’d maybe went online and bought yourself a cute, new underwear set and maybe you’d planned to buy it the week before Marc’s birthday. Now, you just have to hope it will be Marc fronting when he wakes, not that you’d complain if it was Steven or Jake. 

You call his name again, hoping that will somehow unconsciously pull him to front as you gently tug on the neckline of his tshirt so you can press kisses to his collarbone. Your hands move delicately against his skin too, lightly brushing over his arms or holding his face and they sneak under the hem of his shirt to feel the relaxed muscles there.

“Baby.” This time his body stirs a little, a deep, quiet groan escaping him. A smile creeps its way onto your face as you sit back to admire him. He looks so pretty like this, hair all tousled against the pillow and face completely relaxed, the frown lines that seem like a permanent feature faded with sleep. 

Your hands are still resting under his shirt against his stomach, slowly creeping higher before coming back down. His body begins to wriggle every time your featherlight touch runs across his sides and a giggle bubbles in your throat when he half-heartedly swats your hands away. Mercifully you stop your hand's cruel pursuit and go back to pressing tender kisses to his neck. You quietly call out for Marc again between kisses and this time he shifts more, the quiet groans turning more into little whines. The sounds only spur you on more, holding his chin in your hand so you can switch sides. Your ministrations continue until you feel his hands anchor themselves on your hips. He’s pushing you down more into his lap, the contact forcing a whimper out of you. 

You keep his face delicately held in your hand and go back to kissing his cheek. His hands start moving up your sides, shivers running up your spine at the movement. 

“Well this is some way to wake up,” his voice is groggy and any other time you’d smile and egg him on to talk more until the rough tone faded but it’s not the voice you’d hoped for. You physically deflate, your head briefly sinking into the pillow over his shoulder before you sit up again. Fighting the urge to quietly moan when you accidentally grind against him. 

“What’s wrong, love?” The sweet British accent you’d normally swoon for only causes your pout to grow. Upon your withdrawal from him, Steven’s eyes had shot open, the creases between his eyebrows harsh again. 

“I was hoping for Marc,” you sound like a spoilt child. You know that’s not how it works, you can’t just request who you want at that moment. And anyway, you love all of the boys equally so it shouldn't matter. Never do you want one of them to feel inferior to the others but the quiet oh that leaves Steven has you panicked you’ve done just that. “No! I didn’t mean I don’t want you, Steven! I want you, trust me. It’s just… it’s silly. I wanted to do something for Marc because it’s his birthday.” Your voice dies out before you even finish. You’re looking everywhere but into his eyes and suddenly you wish you had more clothes on to cover up. 

“Oh love,” Steven props himself up on his elbows, fingertips just grazing your knees. “You know how Marc feels about his birthday.”

The more seconds that pass the more silly you feel for trying to do anything. 

“I know.” It comes out meekly, your eyes fixed on your hands that pick at the threads of Steven’s old shirt. 

“Hey,” suddenly Steven sits up, his hands soothingly cupping your cheeks and your gaze moves straight to his face, “if this is what you do for Marc’s birthday, well then I can’t wait for mine.”

Your face cracks, the sad exterior fading the longer you look at Steven's cheery features. The man seems to have a way of always making things better. 

“You know,” his eyes flicker to your lips only for a moment, “just because Marc’s not here doesn’t mean you have to stop.” Steven's rare boldness always surprises you, “it’d be a shame to waste all of this.” He leans back just a little so he can rake his eyes over your body, his hands moving down to your waist and pressing you impossibly closer. It causes you both to let out a satisfying sigh.

“You do have a point…” you let your own eyes trail down his body as your hands slowly pull up the hem of his shirt, exposing more of him. You quickly grow impatient with your own actions, tugging his shirt up and instinctively Steven raises his arms so you can pull it off. You’re both moving in the second his shirt is off, lips crashing against one another in a hasty, messy kiss. You’re sinking further into his hold as his hands grip onto you for dear life. It’s completely impulsive when you grind yourself down in his lap. It clearly takes Steven by surprise because his head falls back and a low grunt escapes him. You do it again, this time placing a kiss on his jaw and he holds you down, one of his arms wrapped securely around you. He’s back to looking at you and already he’s wrecked, panting, and disheveled. Still, even in his tight grip you manage to roll your hips, the friction feels so good and you crave more of it. 

“Right, as pretty as this is, take it off now.” He snaps the elastic of your underwear causing you to squeal and jerk in his lap again. It’s ungracious and desperate the way you climb out of his lap and tug your underwear down your legs. It seems Steven’s just as desperate as he awkwardly pulls off the sweatpants he’d slept in until he’s completely naked.

Steven looks into your eyes with pure adoration, his hands touching your thighs delicately as you settle back in his lap. You sit back on his thighs and Steven’s hands curl around to rub your back. He even blushes and has to look away when you hold his face and smile at him, a glimpse at the sweet Steven you’re used to. His head rests on your collarbone and automatically your hand slips around into his hair, gently combing through the wild curls. The soft moment has you relaxing in his hold so much so your body flinches when Steven’s hand unexpectedly grazes the inside of your thigh. Then he has you gasping in seconds, his fingers running through your soaked folds. His movements have your body rising, almost like it’s trying to get away from his touch. The hand in his hair tightens, especially as he begins to circle your clit, and your other hand grips his shoulder so much your fingers ache. The stimulation is enough to have you breathily moaning already then he’s raising his head to look at you with that dopey grin before he pushes two fingers into you, causing your jaw to drop. There’s a welcome sting before your senses are steeped in pleasure. Steven’s fingers build a pace slowly, his thumb now brushing against your clit each time he sinks into you. 

Steven looks at you like you’re the pyramids like you’re some unexplained wonder in the world that very few people get to experience. The eye contact becomes too intense that you have to close your eyes and your head instinctively rolls back. You allow the pleasure to consume you, your hips now grinding against his hand and whimpers of his name filling the room. You’re so lost in the growing feeling of your climax creeping closer that you don’t hear him speak, let alone hear the change in accent or the way his grips got a little tighter. It’s only when you feel a sharp bite to the top of one of your breasts that your head snaps back down with a yelp. 

“Look at me.” That thick Chicago accent is prominent in your ears now. “Keep your eyes right here, sweetheart,” and he smirks when you dumbly nod your head. 

“Marc.” You’re panting now as he moves a little faster and rougher than Steven had. It’s his turn to be impatient, he’s trying desperately to use speed and more force to pull your orgasm out of you quicker. It takes a second for your body to adjust to the change but then you’re crying out for him, begging him to keep going. Your hand's can't stay still, they keep moving to touch him anywhere; his shoulders, his back, his neck, and then they finally rest on his face. Your fingers dig into his cheek and his jaw and you keep your eyes on him like you were told. 

“That’s it,” he hits the perfect spot that has you squeezing around his fingers, “just a little more baby.” Marc keeps his speed steady now, using his arm that's wrapped around you to assist in grinding your hips. Your head’s spinning now, your heart thudding in your chest and you can’t think straight. Now, you’re kissing him or at least trying to between cries of pleasure. Marc chuckles as you gasp and clutch onto his shoulders when he ceases movement of his fingers. He continues to rock your hips and instead moves his thumb faster against your clit. Your forehead is pressed against his, your eyes are screwed shut and you’re climbing higher until you’re plummeting off the edge. 

“Couldn’t miss this,” Marc’s taking advantage of your hazy state, nuzzling himself into your neck, “gods I can’t wait baby. I need you now.”

Your mind is still somewhere in the clouds, not really comprehending what he’s saying but you’re nodding. You trust him enough to let him do anything to you.

Marc’s moving eagerly, his soaked fingers slip out of you which causes a whimper to escape you. You’re pretty much a dead weight, your body feeling too heavy to move but that doesn’t stop Marc. He moves you like you weigh nothing and you let him manhandle you, flipping you over onto your back so he can be on top. 

“I love you so much, baby.” You’re smiling up at him when he says it, head still all floaty. He looks so ethereal like this, his eyes focused on his hand that’s now stroking himself. His toned chest heaving quicker now. “So lucky to have you,” his free hand pushes one of your thighs down, exposing you more to him. Normally you’d hate being this exposed, you’d want to cover up and hide yourself away but Marc looks at you like you’re it. You’re everything he’s ever wanted or needed like he would physically wither away without you.

It’s different from the way Steven looks at you, everything about Steven is gentle and soft but Marc’s more meticulous and complex. Marc’s gazes say more than he thinks he can articulate, his eyes always full of love whenever he looks at you. Only in truly intimate moments like this does he let his guard down enough to be able to share all those feelings that swim around in his head. 

“Need you, baby.” Your eyes fall shut when he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, quiet whimpers flowing past your lips as he slowly pushes himself in. Your hands loosely cling to the sheets and unconsciously you’re bearing down your hips toward him, unexpectedly forcing him deeper. Marc’s hand slams down on the mattress next to you, a curse sharply coming out of him. You open your droopy eyes to see he’s closer now, leaning over you completely with his furrowed brow and tense features. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, Marc seems to have this power to make you feel fuzzy no matter what. 

“Hey,” you’re blinking up at him the second you hear his voice, “look at me.” 

It’s not a command like the last time he said it, no, it’s more like a plea. He wants you to look at him like he’s the only person to ever exist, or that he’s the best person to exist and you do. You look at him as if it’s the last time you could lay your eyes on him, soaking up every detail and trying to portray all of the love you feel for him. 

Your hand moves up to hold his face again, the other finding purchase on his side. You raise your head just enough so you can kiss him, it’s only brief but a smile creeps across his face. Marc lowers himself to rest on his elbow so he can kiss you again, over and over while he slowly starts to rock his hips. The gentle pecks quickly turn fervent as his thrusts pick up their pace. He’s not going too fast but it’s consistent and deliberate. His free hand lovingly rubs the outside of your thigh that’s crept up to encase his hips.

You can feel the familiar tightening warmth already blooming again. The hand that was cupping his face moves into his hair. The messy curls slip through your fingers as you pull him impossibly closer. 

“I-I need-ah-I love-“ you can’t even form a coherent sentence. You want to tell him that you need him, that you love him, that he is truly all you’ll ever want. You’d planned all these things you wanted to say to him, how exactly you wanted to pour out all the good things he makes you feel. You wanted to make him feel loved, to maybe replace some of those bad memories he holds with new happy ones. You were supposed to be the one making him feel good and here you are an intelligible mess because of how well he’s treating you. 

“I know-I know, baby.” He’s breathing so hard, panting from exertion. The hand that’s resting on your thigh holds on a little firmer, a sign he’s found a rhythm that works for him. Marc kisses you again, it’s surprisingly tender for the situation you’re currently in. It is however cut off quickly when he lets up the prettiest sound. His forehead thuds against your shoulder, a mixture of moans and grunts freely falling past his lips. It drives you insane in the best way possible, you think maybe you could get off on that sound alone. 

“Hey-hey, look at me. Look at me.” You’re almost whispering, practically sounding like you’re begging. You tap your fingers against his head to grab his attention more. He’s a sight to be seen when he lifts his head, half-lidded eyes and lips parted and heaving in air. Loose curls flopped against his forehead and the crease between his eyebrows is so prominent now. You don’t care about anything other than the way he looks right now. You don’t care how many times you get to see him like this, you want to memorise every single time. 

Marc stutters on his words, his mind clearly just as muddled as yours. You can tell his body is tiring despite his hips moving faster as he chases his climax. Your body feels frozen pressed against his, you can only cling onto him. You squeak out his name as the hand on your thigh tightens, almost certain there’ll be fingerprints imprinted there for the rest of the week. 

Suddenly, he’s mumbling out the sweet nicknames he calls you, his face screwing up even as he fights to keep his eyes on you. Then it’s sweeping him under, his energy spikes and he thrusts a little harder. His orgasm washes over him completely, you catch his eyes slightly rolling back as they close before his head falls back against your shoulder again. His hips keep moving as he cums, slowing the longer he goes until he just stops moving completely. Your hand moves out of his hair to soothingly rub his back as he comes down from his high. You can feel his breath panting against your collarbone, his chest heaving still. You turn your head so you can press a kiss into his hair, whispering words of love into the dark curls. 

“I’m sorry.” Your face instantly scrunches when you hear the apology, waiting to hear the reason why. “I couldn’t miss this. I needed you so bad.” You laugh once before pausing and doing it again until you’re full-on giggling. Marc lifts his head with that same furrow of his brows for a different reason this time. “What?”

“This was for you,” his eyebrow cocks up a bit at that. His eyes just briefly glancing down at your chest, still covered in the nice-looking lingerie. Your hand slips back to hold his cheek again, your thumb rubbing back and forth lovingly as you look up at him. “I wanted to do something special for your birthday. I know it’s silly and we don’t-“

“Oh we’re doing this every year now,” Marc’s smirking at you now and the insecurity is flushed out of you, “however you’re gonna have to make it up to Steven.”

“Me?!” 

“Poor guy’s a mess, you can’t just leave him in that state sweetheart.” He laughs when you begin protesting that it’s not your fault. Marc’s chuckles die out as he looks down at you smiling up at him. Your heart thumps in your chest still when he looks at you. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together they all still have a way of making you feel giddy with just one look. You push up unexpectedly to kiss him briefly, your head falling back against the pillows so you can look at him again. 

“Happy birthday, Marc.”

[puhpandas]

I’m ngl if Gregory gets a redesign like an outfit change I lowkey want his outfit to have some stars to reference how he’s always called “superstar”. I do like the headcanon Gregory is fascinated with space

YEAH because of superstar and also Freddy fan, fazerblast, you know

I think he would love star patterns but like any outfit even if it was a different set of tshirt and shorts or just his normal outfit with a jacket would be peak and I would scream my lungs out

[khaopybara]

Okaaaaaay first things first

GET YOU A GIRL WHO CAN DO BOTH!!! I love namtan as Ai with the way she manages to look amazing in oversized tshirts and her seemingly endless collection of jeans jackets but namtan as oom with her loooong wavy hair and nice outfits 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠. I have two hands ✋🏽🤚🏽

Ok down to business. Mays dad truly is the worst! Blackmailing May into helping defend Batman (is that truly his name?) and then later we learn (or perhaps this was already revealed and i missed it) that Ben’s mom committed suicide so that Ben would have money to help with his recovery!! SMH I hope karma hits him hard someday.

Now may/oom/ai got my thoughts all jumbled and such so let me just lay out the facts that I have.

In 10th grade may was saved by oom(really ai) and felt it was a ‘love at first sight’ sort of thing and her future relationship with oom really revolves around that moment (it was a 5min interaction that ended with ai telling her to basically stop letting herself get bullied). Years later the roles are reversed and May saves oom. I’m assuming May thinks it’s fate that run into each other this way and they start dating. Oom gets hit with a double whammy when she finds out May defended the guy who paralyzed Ben and then finds out about the ‘love at first sight’ with Ai which all sucks for oom but it did seem like her and May were already on the rocks. (I’m sorry about all the mean things I said about you oom 🙈)Then the whole hospital scene happened which I want to sum up as oom saying ‘the girl you met was my twin sister and if you become a better person and try to make up for what you did then maybe I’ll let you date her’….or something like that right? lol

Meanwhile Ai is being a silly goose and is mentally throwing hands with May’s first love aka herself. Alsooo I feel like the grandma deserves to exchange words with May over her making BOTH her granddaughters cry over her.

Last but not least our favorite friendly neighborhood throuple! They better end up as a throuple because I will not accept anything less!! Really I just want them all to be happy ESPECIALLY KAPOOK/PIM!! Stop making sad faces girl it’s breaking my heart 🥺🥺😭😭

Ok, I hope you enjoyed my word vomit and I can’t wait to get your take on it all.

-🤫

i'm really sorry, this is a very long, barely understandable word vomit. i wish i knew how to sum up my thoughts but for some reason i need to make my thought process be known even if it barely makes sense. congratulations for putting up with me, you should get like an prize. i can't offer you much but my gifmaking skills and maybe more word vomits in the future.

i must say, oom's attitude towards the end was a tad bit nasty (come on girl, your girlfriend was traumatized and lost her sight and you're playing revenge like okay), but she did look hot during that whole flashback thing. ngl, one chance, and i would let her ruin my life. maybe she even wouldn't because sad girl just wants someone to love her for her (let's ignore the immense levels of jealousness. she's insecure [with reason]) (it's so interesting to me how both twins are traumatized by being each other's shadows different degrees.)

if may's dad doesn't get the nastiest ending there is, i'll be pissed. oh, but bibi, you need to forgive and forget, be above them, don't wish him ill. that's very kind of you to think so high of me, but unfortunately, i'm a spiteful person. i need this man to suffer. i want him to suffer. blackmailing your own child like that as if it's nothing, die in a ditch.

so, i made a timeline because i'm terrible with numbers and years and i get confused by them so easily so bear with me (while re-watching to make this timeline i've noticed how alike oom and may were when they were young. they both wouldn't stand up for bullies and let themselves be other people's punch bags and while may took oon's advice and toughened herself up, oom just seems like she grew more resentful of her sister). but anyway, timeline!

2011 - they were in first year high school ? tho oom/oon are played by a different actress(es)

2014 - i assume this is senior year since the quartet talk about going to college, and grandma has money separated for oom and oon's cram school.

2019 - fresh out of college/talk in front of grandma shop

early 2022 - saves oom from the nasty airline dude

2022 - may is threatened by her dad for dating oom and ben's accident happens this year, too

2023 - trial and oom finds out that may is in love with oon, and later we have may's accident caused by kosol.

so here's the thing, while i do think oonmay's relationship seem very genuine at present time (oon clearly thinks she found the love of her life, idk what else to tell you, she's besotted by may), may's motivations are so… sighs. what do you mean you met a random girl who fought off three bullies for you and who asked you hey, why didn't you fight back and smiled at you and ever since you hung on the idea of that person? (i mean, that's crush material, i suppose, but not for like 8 years for you to still remember that).

and then you meet the girl again years later and, like you said, roles are reversed, and you save her and you two start dating, but oom and oon couldn't be more different (despite oon saying in the first episode that they are very alike), but you persevere bc this is your first love, and you're gonna make it work even though you don't seem like the most compatible. and you know it, bc you don't show affections to oom so she can feel secure she's loved by you, but you need to make this work, because it's written in the stars that you're meant to be. may had been using oom to fulfil her first love fantasy. honestly, i think i'd be pissed, too.

(hypotetically, bc we don't know what kind of issues they were having and idk how thai laws work, if may gave in and admitted oom wasn't her person, her dad wouldn't have blackmail material on her, she wouldn't have to defend batman on trial, he'd lose, and i suppose ben's mom wouldn't have to off herself to guarantee insurance for her disabled son since batman would have to pay for that [i'm assuming]).

grandma needs to have words with may because not only she made both of her granddaughters cry. she made them cry for the exact same reason! i mean, that's a little silly and quite baffling. that's a skill, may.

and finally, i'm here to say that while i was really rooting for the trouple idea, i want pang to stay away from every women in this show, do some self-reflection and maybe some therapy before she jumps into another relationship (all of them could use therapy, actually).

HERE'S THE THING, while i appreciate this show proper portrayal of a love triangle with jan crushing on pim, pim still hung up on pang, and pang having some sort of feelings for jan, there's not one bone in my body that believes that pang has feelings for pim (she has been calling her her ex since the moment they broke up and has made a point of making that clear every time. that woman doesn't want to go back - which makes me wonder why the heck she kisses pim, but you know, problems for later). if a throuple happens, or even if pimpang happens again, it'll just cause pim more pain, and have you seen kapook sad? i don't want to see that woman shed another tear. let her have a happy lesbian romance!

[silverview]

i’m back in a limited capacity … i am still too busy to spend nearly as much time on here as i would like to ❤️‍🩹 so sorry if i don’t respond to things in a timely/coherent way or comment properly on stuff! it makes me sad but i am doing a v demanding course & i want to pass so gotta limit fandom time 😔

life going p good. my main r-related news is a) not staring at his face all day every day has been kind of good for my mental health ngl b) conversely i am now going to s/f 5 times 🤦🏻‍♀️ couldn’t resist those front row seats c) got the black bcdr tshirt

[the-kr8tor]

The new fic I have done some things to get that bounty hehehe The swimming part caught me off-guard cus i can't swim but AYY LOOK AT THAT WE LIVED. Daily Hobie HC! Hobie looks so good in anything and probably everything you cannot change my mind. Hobie was admittedly surprised and a little anxious when he heard that he was getting a new stylist. He was even more anxious when he was just in a casual shirt and shorts, watching you stare at him with calculative eyes. Little did he know you were pondering why you ever applied because he definitely looked more charming and hotter than you had expected. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you bring out a variety of clothes, before deciding on a red and black outfit for him to wear. Once he had put the clothes on, you circled around him a couple of times like a shark, your fingers brushing against a few bit for adjustment or any edits to be made to the fit the vision you had in your head. Hobie simply watched you with more relaxed eyes this time, looking over the clothes you had done for him as well with an impressed smirk growing on his lips, finding to be gaining a liking to the outfit. But of course you knew what he'd like. You were a good stylist.. Hobie sat down once more on the seat, letting you do his makeup. You knew he normally didn't like heavy amounts of makeup, and obviously followed his request. When you started on his eyeliner, Hobie had closed both of his eyes. However, upon feeling the brush against his skin, one of his eyes opened to look at you with a fond look. A fond look you knew all too well. You whisper back to him to close his eye and act normal, like you weren't his lover. Like Hobie didn't bury his face into your chest shamelessly this morning as he refused to get up, or let you get up. Surprisingly, you managed to get through the eyeliner without any major issues. Popping open a vibrantly-coloured pack of eyeshadow, you dip the fluffy brush into it, gently dabbing it over his eyelids into a fade over the eyeliner. Hobie's fingers make its way to your beltloops, pulling you closer to him with a hum, trapping you in between his legs. Despite your statements of being unprofessional, Hobie managed to convince you to stay like this while you do the rest of his makeup, relishing in the contact. Despite the two of you acting like you don't know each other, you knew that Hobie would like and dislike because he was your lover. Hobie was the one who would do your makeup for fun, and now here you were doing his for the sake of a few photoshoots. Undoubtedly, after being assured that nobody would be barging into the studio anytime soon, you began to make low, hushed teasing comments towards him, saying how you'll be giggling at him the entire time he gets commanded around. Hobie pushes the makeup brush away briefly as he rolls his eyes at your comment, retaliating with one of his own teasing comments on how he'll simply just get a new stylist. In reality, he didn't want any other stylist apart from you, since you knew him more than anyone else. You cupped his face as you applied a bright shade of red to his bottom lip, trying not to focus on the fact he took out his lip ring. Managing to apply black to his upper lip, the moment you pulled away to admire your work, Hobie pulled you back down, placing a kiss to your lips. Not only was his lipstick smudged, but it was all over your own lips as well, making you visibly flustered as Hobie simply chuckled. You allowed for him to take a small break, stepping back to let him stand up and wrap his arms around your hips, placing multiple kisses to your face and lips as you try to stifle your laughter and kiss him back. -🐦‍⬛

Yeess evil things 😈

Lmaooo same I'd drown in that rapids too ngl

Daily Hobie HC!!!

Gasp! Actor! Hobie or rockstar! Hobie??!

Lol i can just imagine Hobie pulling up in his regular walmart white tshirt and some cargo pants 😂😂 moistcritikal core 🤣 (he'd still look so good tho)

OMG WHAT A PLOT TWIST!!! And here I thought Hobie was just having a big ol crush!

This has ttn vibes if Hobie's band went famous

How scandalous! 🤭

Hobie with that lipstick look 😳🥴

Lmaoo imagine leaving the dressing room with Hobie's kiss mark left on their lips and Hobie's lipstick smudged and all smiley 😂 they literally cannot keep it a secret 🤣🤣🤣

[watsername]

hi salty i hope this isn’t like too much effort to answer lmao but if you could style dream team for a formal event however you wanted, how would you dress them?

HI ‼️‼️ tbh when it comes to styling ppl i’m gonna try and stick to something that still somewhat reflects their personal style bc otherwise it just seems a bit Odd even if they do look good so let’s start w dream

ok i wanna do something that kind of accents his broad shoulders and narrow waistline like i think it’s cute so my options for that are a prince charlie jacket (usually worn with kilts or tartan in some fashion) or a tailored waistcoat . sticking with the extreme wide leg for trousers bc i do think it suits him and the volume across the lower half will help to accentuate the waistline a little more

for sapnap i’m going this kind of sebastian stan route i’ll be honest as soon as i saw this ask immediately my mind went to sapnap wearing a sebastian fit . i feel like the suit with a tshirt underneath is more his vibe than a full button up bc it feels a little less stiff so his hats would blend in a little more with the outfit plus when we talk about sapnap colours the ones that come up time and time again tend to be neutrals and blues (and purple) so i will say hugo boss summer wardrobes are his best friend for formal events

ngl im leaving geirge the man knows how to dress himself sometimes

cute tbh

[clambuoyance]

ngl I know nothing ab your DC blorbos except they're gay and cool or something Idk I just think they're neat... I'd ask what comics I could read ab them being super blorbo-y but Idk...

OKAY so there’s a lot of characters in dc but the ones I draw/talk about the most are these group of friends!! They feature in Young Justice 1998, Teen Titans 2003, and Young Justice 2019, as well as having their own comics and other appearances :)

each comic run has different vibes but my personal favorite is yj1998 bc I like its wacky and zany vibes. It was not my first comic though, and it’s a little older so it might be hard to understand or read if it’s your first time reading comics like this, and again it is old soooo some stuff does Not age well such as certain jokes or depictions and it is of course not all perfect but overall I love it and think it has a lot of heart

I think i have a lot of fun with it bc it feels so…animated? And it has funny slapstick humor. Honestly I probably like it bc it makes me laugh the same way ninjago makes me laugh…a group of 4+ friends that have cute dynamics with each other and just Being Silly Together. I really don’t know how to explain it but between all three runs, I can see yj1998 in my head the most as a wacky animated show with exaggerated bouncy animation idk so that’s part of the fun for me. I think the moment I realized this was going to be a long term emotional investment was When I read the issue where they randomly end up on a planet and have to play baseball bc I am a SUCKERRR for baseball shenanigans

But yeah the group starts out with Bart, Tim, and Kon in JLA: A world without Grownups, and they just have a good trio dynamic 🙏 the banter between all three is so good 🤩and I liked seeing their friendship develop throughout yj1998 too! Especially for Tim, with his hesitancy at the beginning.They weren’t without conflict ofc but that adds to why I like them bc eventually they became besties for life. They are also quickly joined by others but the main one that stays w the group through all three runs is Cassie Sandsmark , aka Wonder Girl ii.

But yeah I guess some things I like are the way they actually Hang out? like they will do camping trips or go to the mall and games together etc etc, but there will be parts that feel more serious while never losing that humorous tint to it. For some examples, I love how Tim tries to be a leader in the beginning, but then one arc shows just how much Cassie is more fitting for it, and how they bond over Leader things like how hard it is to tell Bart what to do and then will share a really nice hug 🥺, and I love Cassie and Cissie’s relationship a LOT because they sometimes misunderstand each other but clearly care for each other (they aren’t canon but in my heart they are.) I also like Tim and kon’s build towards understanding and friendship for a similar reason, and cissie and Anita also have a nice development with each other, but yeah all the dynamics are just fun to think about tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️ I am pointing at them eagerly and going “wow! Friendship!!”

And as for the guy I never shut up about…well that’s a whole thing I could ramble about but i became obsessed with him the moment he quoted Peter Pan while lamenting about how he was afraid his friends would leave him behind after several issues of him acting like Hot Shit and erm I’m predictable so it got to me 🙄 also he makes dumb jokes every second like he expects someone to laugh at them like he’s so dumb sometimes….anyways I do not want to ramble too much so I will get on with it

I was only familiar with his black tshirt look before, so when I first saw this goofy looking dumbass with a leather jacket and glasses and an earring I WAS LIKE “THATS SUPERBOY? THATS REAL?” and quickly became interested in the notion of a Superman associated hero wearing something like this bc I don’t think my brain ever considered the possibility before….also it is something I cannot explain some panels just activate my cuteness aggression 😔 I just think he’s really cute 🫶🫶🫶