#i. am trash. 😌

[chrislaplante]

NINE TV SHOWS YOU COULD WATCH 500 TIMES

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[taskforcebug]

Jaydick be upon ye!

[thatbluebox]

ANOTHER LOVE | darklina & evajacks (w/ @Bells)

i wish our story could have had a different ending.

[hazelfoureyes]

hi hazel 🫶🏼🫶🏼 i hope you're having a lovely day,, do you have any alastor fic recs?? i must feed this unhealthy hyperfixation 🙇🏻‍♀️

Thank you! I got a lot of work done today so I’m happy. 😌 paid work not fun writing or cosplay work 😭

I’m gonna recommend accounts because I tend to find a writer as a whole as very addicting versus just one story. I’m sure you already know my wives @fraugwinska, @minkdelovely , @sugoi-writes, and @synamartia? I am quite biased tho….

Of course @hurthermore, @nyx-umbrakinesis, @macabr3-barbi3 too are great! Aaah I am forgetting other majorly amazing people I just haven’t read much in so long so their names are escaping me 😭 @lurochar (their rut HC is my canon) and @6esiree have also posted some really banger stuff recently that was shorter and easy for me to consume given my lack of time and dizziness on my phone.

but for non tumblr and non reader, I’m obsessed with Titanic Trash and Mixka on ao3.

here’s my short sub page—- idk how titanic is there twice 😂 unfortunately I almost never have time to read as often as I want to 😭 so I’m behind on everyone’s works. anyone with fic recs or writers feel free to comment or reblog with your recs!

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

okay shop girl and bruce attend a fashion show for something yk bruce was just invited or it’s for some charity and he needs to go to uphold the wayne enterprises reputation or whatever 🙈so they go and they’re watching and it’s kinda boring, kinda interesting, they’re just talking w each other and a piece sparks shop girls interest and bruce notices 💗 then he gives it to her as a gift or somethin

idk just an idea! 😌 i had to watch a fashion show in a marketing class and it made me think of them 🤍

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Warnings: Fluff!! So much fluff! POV Shifts between Bruce and Shop Girl

“You’re home early.” 

His voice is thick from disuse, and you can't help but wonder if you'd managed to wake him. You glance up from where you’re standing, sorting through the mail on the kitchen counter, and smile as a sleep-ruffled Bruce drifts into the kitchen. 

“You’re up early.” You shake your sleeve back to eye your watch. “It’s barely three in the afternoon.” 

“Alright, smartass. I might still go back to bed,” Bruce grumbles, scrubbing his hand over his eyes. You grin as he pecks your lips, and you raise your hand, sweeping your thumb across his budding stubble. Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your neck as you turn back to the mail. 

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I’ll shave.” 

“I kinda like it.” 

“Oh?” 

“Mm.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

You squirm, giggling softly as he pointedly nuzzles against you. 

“Is everything alright?” Bruce adds. 

“Hm?—Oh, yeah. My boss had a meeting with the board, so she gave us the afternoon. We’re regrouping in the morning.” 

“...Am I supposed to be at that meeting?” 

“Probably.” 

“Huh.” 

“I’m sure you could read the minutes later.” 

“I’m sure I won’t.” 

You snort, setting another invitation aside. You feel Bruce lift his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“What are the stacks?” He asks.

“Left is yours, middle is mine, right are joint invitations.” 

“And the pile closest to you?” 

“Trash.” 

“Junk mail?” 

“And invites that just aren’t gonna be, you know. It.” 

“Such as?” 

“Well, your invitation to judge the Miss Gotham pageant, for one.” 

“I might want that.”

“Not funny. And a fundraiser for the Gotham Opera.” 

Bruce falls quiet for a few testy moments, and you resume sorting through the remaining stacks. You don't need to tell him why you've chosen to discard that particular invite.

“We could go,” He offers after a few moments. 

“We could,” You concede, “But it would cut into your nightly activities, and I’m not an opera fan.” 

“No?” 

“Nn-nn. Too stuffy for me.” 

Bruce lifts his head fully, pressing a long, grateful kiss to your temple. You smile, leaning back against him more heavily as his kisses trail over your cheek, down to your jaw.

“What are the invitations you’re considering?” He asks. 

“There is a fundraiser for the Gotham Fashion Institute that Liz has gotten us on the list for. She thinks it’d be a good way to ease us into joint public appearances.” 

“You wanna go?” 

“I think it could be fun.”

“When is it?” 

“In a couple of weeks.” 

“Seems short notice.” 

“It is. She said they had a few cancellations.” 

“So we’re the second-string guests.” 

“They didn’t think you’d go, so they didn’t invite you in the first place.” 

“You have a dress?” 

“I’ll find one. Might ask Liz if she knows anyone who can get something together for me on short notice.”

“You’ve been talking to Liz an awful lot these days.” 

“I guess,” You shrug. “She and Grant have been a lifeline for this press stuff.” 

“Gotham Fashion Institute, then. Anything else?” 

“A fundraiser for the Gotham History Museum—” 

“Mhm—” 

“A gala for the Gotham Academy, aaaaand,” You eyed the return address on an envelope in your hand, “A silent auction for the Gotham City Science Institute.” 

“So all of these involve some kind of donation?” 

“You’re good for it.” 

Bruce chuckles, turning you in his arms as you set the letters aside. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He teases, shaking his head. You smile, curling your arms around his shoulders and cuddling closer. 

“I can think of a few things.” 

"So can I."

Bruce grasps the back of your thighs, and your stomach swoops as he eases you back onto the counter, scattering the stacks of mail. His lips cover yours before you can tease or fuss. You slide your hand up into his hair, groaning softly as he tugs you closer.

"I thought," You mumble between kisses, "That you were...Going back to bed."

"We both are."

--  

The press isn’t as much of a shock as it used to be, but you haven’t had a clamor like this since Bruce brought you home from Gordon’s office. Your name is being yelled, along with Bruce’s, and you can hardly take anything in for the rapid flashing of cameras. Bruce’s hand rests on your hip, anchoring you to his side as your gazes sweep the press in front of you. 

You’re smiling, right? You’re almost certain you are—your cheeks hurt from how much you’re pushing it—

You feel Bruce lean in, his lips brushing your ear: 

“Are you giving them your panicked smile?” 

You can’t help but break into a real smile, fighting back a chortle. You know that he’s right. 

“Don’t make me laugh in this dress,” You warn. “I’ll burst out of my shapewear.” 

Bruce’s laugh heartens and warms you, and you lean into him as the camera flashes seem to double. He steers you away from the step and repeat after a few moments, ignoring the calls for one last picture. 

“Take your time,” He counsels, “Your eyes will adjust.”

“I should start wearing sunglasses to these things,” You grumble, squeezing one eye shut, then the other in turn. As you adjust, you become acutely aware of the number of people looking at the two of you. Nerves well up, your stomach sinking with panic. You only just manage to keep from taking a step back, letting Bruce’s hand steady you. 

“We can leave whenever you want,” Bruce murmurs. 

“We should at least stay for the fashion show. Otherwise it’ll just seem rude.” 

“Who cares?” 

“I do!” 

“I do?” Liz’s voice is a welcome reprieve among the curious murmurs surrounding you. “Do I hear wedding bells for you two?” 

“Jesus—” You hiss over Bruce’s admonishing, “There wasn’t enough material in the rumor mill already, Liz?” 

“Mm,” Liz shrugs, hooking her arm through yours. “I was getting bored with everyone’s rumors about Grant and I getting married. Figured I’d stir the pot, give us a break. Come on!” Liz begins to draw you away from Bruce, “Let’s get you a drink!” 

You turn to Bruce, who gently nods you away. 

“Go on. I see a few board members. I should find out what that meeting was about.” 

“Bruce, that was two weeks ago!” 

“I forgot to check the minutes.” Bruce leans in and drops a kiss to your lips before giving Liz a kiss on the cheek. You frown as you see his lips move, and watch Liz give a small nod. He turns, shooting you a wink before he turns, melting into the crowd. 

“...What was that?” You ask Liz as she guides you toward the bar. 

“He was just thanking me for getting you invited,” She excuses. You’re almost certain that it was more, but you don't want to dive into right now—not when half of Gotham’s social set is eyeing you so closely. “Let’s get you a drink, and then I have a few people I want to introduce you to.”

--  

Keep an eye on her. 

That was all that Bruce had murmured to Liz. Bruce keeps them in his periphery as he’s drawn into a conversation with a couple of his father’s old acquaintances. He sees her gradually growing more comfortable as she’s pulled into conversation with a couple of Liz’s friends. Her nervous smile slowly shifts into a genuine one, and he sees a lightness in her that he’s often privy to when they’re alone. And he knows that he ought to be giving the men he's speaking with far more of his attention, but he can’t help but just…Look. 

Bruce knows that he shouldn’t glue himself to her side for the length of the evening. He’s used to swanning around these things, having empty conversations with socialites, politicians, influencers. But he also knows that he can’t be her shadow as long as they’re together. He’d spotted the invitations that were only addressed to her. People know who she is, and who she is to him, and that scares the shit out of him. But…Knowing her stubbornness, and her resilience, she’ll want to start getting the hang of these things, even without him around. 

And goddamn, is she beautiful. He doesn’t say it enough, does he? He watches her head tip back with a laugh, and he swears it brightens the room. He knows that Liz had been joking about wedding bells, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

He hasn’t mentioned it to her, not yet. Hell, he hasn't mentioned it to anyone, not even Alfred. But if anything ever happens to him, he wants her taken care of, and comfortable. He remembers the way that she worried about money when they met, how she forced herself to go back to work after the attempted robbery—he’ll be damned if he ever lets her feel like that again. 

Bruce’s heart leaps into his throat as her head turns toward him, her eyes catching his. She tips her chin down just a little, brows raising as she mouths, You okay? It warms him in a way that he can’t describe. In a room full of strangers, in a situation that he knows well and she hardly knows at all, she’s gone out of her way to make sure he is alright. He excuses himself from his conversation, and watches as she does the same. He meets her in the middle, and before she can say a thing, he gently grasps her jaw, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. He feels her curl a hand around his lapel, a gentle hum buzzing against his lips. Bruce breaks the kiss, smoothing his hand over her hip. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks, grinning as she bashfully ducks her head, averting her gaze. 

“Liz’s designer really came through at the last minute,” She excuses. 

“It’s more than the dress, baby.” 

She leans in, kissing him gently again, and Bruce can’t help but wonder if it’s as thanks, or to keep from complimenting her further. 

“We should take our seats,” She insists, nodding toward where others are beginning to drift toward the chairs on either side of the catwalk. Bruce takes hold of her hand, allowing her to lead the way. 

“How were the minutes of the meeting?” She asks. 

“Honestly?”

“Mhm?” 

“I didn’t hear a word they said.”

He grins as she snorts a laugh, shaking her head. 

“Absolutely ridiculous,” She mutters. 

Truth be told, the fashion show passes Bruce by as much as the conversation with the board members did. He spends more time watching her, taking in her reactions. 

“Do you see anything you like?” She murmurs. 

“Mm,” He glances toward the current model strutting down the runway, taking in slinky white top and the cerulean tasseled skirt. “I’m not sure it’s my style.” 

“I’m not sure that it's mine, either.” 

“Wouldn’t wear it to work?” 

“I don't think it’s office-appropriate,” She giggles. He sees her expression shift, her eyes widening slightly as she watches the next model approach. Bruce casts a cursory glance toward the next model. He watches them go as he murmurs, “What do you like about that one?” 

“Who says I like that one?” She meets his eye, smiling at his disbelieving glance. She gives a small, nonchalant shrug. “The necklace is interesting.” 

Bruce looks up as the model passes, eyeing the silver x lariat necklace, with a small emerald hanging from one strand, and a small diamond hanging from the other. He turns to look at her again and finds her attention already set on the next model. She may feign disinterest, but he knows her better than to believe it.

-- 

“Honey! Are you ready?” 

“Almost!” You call back to Bruce, standing from your vanity and stepping into your heels. You smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress as you look at yourself in the mirror, drawing in a steadying breath. Tonight is going to be great. You had a nice time at the fashion show a couple of weeks ago, so the Gotham History Museum is going to be a breeze. You’ll pose for a few pictures, have a few drinks, wander around the exhibits. It’s going to be fun! Honestly, you’ve been actually looking forward to this one. You turn toward the door and raise your brows when you find Bruce there, leaning in the doorway. 

“Well?” You give him a small spin. He smiles, straightening up. 

“You look beautiful.” 

You grin, reaching up and adjusting his tie slightly. 

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you…But I do think you’re missing something.” 

You frown, looking down at yourself. 

“My purse is on the bed—” 

“No,” He shakes his head. “It’s not the purse.” 

He draws a long thin box out of his pocket, and before you have a chance to dwell on the sheer injustice of the average depth of women’s pockets, he lifts the velvet lid. Your mouth falls open in shock, your breath catching in your throat as the familiar diamond and emerald glimmer in the light. 

“Bruce,” You breathe, shaking your head. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” He chuckles. “Turn around.” 

You do as he requests, biting your lip as the coolness of the silver brushes, then settles against your skin. You raise your fingers, trailing them across the diamond and emerald in turn as he fastens the clasp. You watch in the mirror as Bruce presses closer, feel the heat of the kiss he presses to your nape, and the firmness of his grasp as he settles his hands on your hips. 

“It looks even more stunning on you than I thought it would,” He murmurs. You shake your head, stunned at the glint of the jewels in the light. You can't even imagine how much this must've cost him.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.” 

“Is this what you’re going to do any time I tell you that I like something?” You tease, turning to face him fully.

“Within reason.”

“So if I tell you that I like a stegosaurus skeleton tonight?” 

Bruce’s face twists in mock contemplation. 

“Alfred has been considering redecorating the garden.” 

You can’t help but laugh, giving Bruce a gentle squeeze. 

“What am I going to do with you?” 

He gently nudges the tip of your nose with his, eyes warm and smiling as he draws you into his chest.

“I can think of a few things.”

Next Part

[reputayswift]

(☝️🥁✌️🥁☝️✌️🥁…wait, is this the song with the drums? 🤔)

I met a guy 🙋‍♂️ in the summer 🏖️ and I left him 🏃‍♀️💨🙍‍♂️ in the spring 🌷 he argued with me 🗣️🙄 about everything 🤷‍♀️ he had an:

ego 😎

and a temper 🤬

and a wandering eye 👀

he said he’s 6’2” 😌🧍‍♂️📏 and I’m like, “dude, nice try” 🤥🤏😭 but he was so much fun! 🥳 and he had such weird friends! 🤡🤡🤡 and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end! 👯‍♀️💃🪩🕺🌌 another:

☝️ song 🎶

✌️ club 🌃

☝️✌️ bar 🍻

✌️✌️ dance 💃🕺

and when he said something wrong 🗣️🤚😡 he’d just fly me to france 💁‍♀️✈️🇫🇷🥖 so I miss him some nights 😔🌠 when I’m feeling depressed 🙍‍♀️⛈️ (‘til I remember every time he made a pass at my friend 🤔💭😘🧍‍♀️) do I:

love him? 😍🥰

hate him? 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨🤬

I guess it’s up and down 🤷‍♀️⬆️⬇️ if I HAD to choose I would say right now…🤔

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨

make him really jealous 😠🟩 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

make him feel BAD 😭💔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️💕🏃‍♀️💨

(‘cause then again 🤔 I really miss him 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and it makes me real SAD 😭💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

I WANT:

SWEET revenge 🏃‍♂️🗡️🤪

him again…😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

to get him BACK 😩 (BACK, back…)

so I write him all these letters 📝👩‍💻 and I throw them in the trash 🫳📃🗑️ ‘cause I miss the way he kisses 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and the way he made me laugh 😔💭🤭 yeah, I pour my little heart out 👩‍💻🤳🏻💕 but as I’m hitting send 👩‍💻👉💌 I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends 👩‍💻💭🫣🤢🥴🙄 because everyone KNEW 🧐🧐🧐🧐 all of the SHIT that he’d do 💩 he said I was the only girl 🗣️🤚🤭 but that just wasn’t the truth!! 🧍‍♀️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and when I told him how he hurt me 🤬🗯️ he’d tell me I was trippin’ 🙄💬 but I AM my father’s daughter 👨‍⚕️🙋‍♀️ (so maybe I could fix him 🤷‍♀️👩‍⚕️🩺🧍‍♂️)

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨

make him really jealous 😠🟩 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

make him feel BAD 😭💔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️💕🏃‍♀️💨

(‘cause then again 🤔 I really miss him 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and it makes me real SAD 😭💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

I WANT:

SWEET revenge 🏃‍♂️🗡️🤪

him again…😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

to get him BACK 😩 (and then? 🤔 🗣️ and then!!!!)

to get him BACK (back…back…)

I WANNA:

key his car…🚙🔑🤏😈

make him lunch 🍲✨👌😇🪽

break his heart…💔💥🔨😈 (then be the one to stitch it up ❤️‍🩹🪡🤏😇🪽)

kiss his face 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 (with an UPPERCUT 🤕💥🥊😈)

meet his mom 😇🤝👵 (just to tell her HER SON SUCKS!! 🗣️🗯️🫢)

I WANNA key his car…🚙🔑🤏😈 I WANNA make him lunch 🍲✨👌😇🪽I WANNA break his heart…💔💥🔨😈 stitch it right back up ❤️‍🩹🪡🤏😇🪽I WANNA kiss his face 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 with an UPPERCUT 🤕💥🥊😈 I WANNA meet his mom 😇🤝👵 and tell her HER SON SUCKS!! 🗣️🗯️🫢

🗣️👏 I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️🗡️🏃‍♀️💨

make him really jealous 😠🟩 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

make him feel BAD 😭💔👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

🗣️👏 I WANNA:

get him back! 🏃‍♂️💕🏃‍♀️💨

(‘cause then again 🤔 I really miss him 😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 and it makes me real SAD 😭💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

I WANT:

SWEET revenge 🏃‍♂️🗡️🤪

him again…😔💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

to get him BACK 😩 (and then? 🤔 🗣️ and then!!!)

to get him BACK, back, BAaAaCK…

🎸🎸🎸 I’ll get him! I’ll get him! I’ll get him! I’ll get him 😈💕BACK!!💕😈 (🗣️👏🗣️👏) Get him back!! (🗣️👏🗣️👏)

🍺🥴 I'm gonna get him sooooo good, he's not even gonna know what hit him…he’s gonna love me and hate me at the same time 😇😈💕 (🗣️👏 you better get him BACK!) shsjdidk I got him good I got him REALLY good 🗣️🍻🥴

[golswia]

Hi tumblr folks!

Late redraw of the goodomens2 HEARTcrushing poster- 🤌🤌

In the meantime im about to post art from twitter but long ass ago (not good omens era 💅) i was on tumblr first, so

i am back on old trash 😌

WITH INEFFABLES

[sh1-n0bu]

I need to leave my horny thoughts with someone and I chose you to be my victim but like am I the only one who goes absolutely feral over the thought of aftercare. Like I look at characters like scaramouche with the urge to absolute ruin him but like I want to take care of him too. I give him many kisses mwah mwah.

God damn it I'm so fucking gay

♡︎ 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ♡︎

Characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!gn!reader

Warnings: like i always make my reader’s nb so everyone can feel included i do say cock but it can be thought of as a strap on too, hair pulling, crying, a bit of blood, mirror-fucking (kind of), a bit of dumbification, feminization, marking, a bit of a creampie ig???

and as a tradition no proof read, we die like a true horny mfs

Notes: and i will happily be the victim nonnie😌but yeah sameee. i’m more of a gentle dom but i don’t mind being mean sometimes(only with consent tho) and the aftercare would be just me spoiling the shit outta my bbies. also i tried head cannons for this ask. hope u don’t mind nonnie luv😚💓

oh scara scara scara

my favorite lovely brat

rough him up a bit he srsly wouldn’t mind it

mark him all up. the little whore wouldn’t mind showing off who he belongs to and who belongs to him

bite his neck, leave hickeys, bruise him up, and if the hickeys and love marks are starting to disappear, force him down and suck on the same spot

when you force him to sit still on your lap while marking him for long enough the little brat won’t hesitate to start grinding his needy neglected cock on your thighs

and when he feels nice and wants to be babied and spoiled by you, he would wear cute short pastel skirts and crop tops, a lace lingerie of your favorite color and favorite style

would lift up his tiny skirt to show you the see through lacy panties he chose and would ask “do i look pretty, love?”

pls spoil him, he needs it and definitely craves it even though he doesn’t say anything

buy him nice lingerie, accessories to go with it, clothes, spoil him, fuck him how he wants it

when you give him the gifts you got him or show him the tiniest bit of affection like goodbye kisses he just melts

put light make up on him just to watch as everything rolls down his face while his slutty hole gets absolutely wrecked by you

pull on his hair and make him watch himself get fucked stupid on the mirror opposite of your bed that you may or may not have put there purposely just for this reason

poor little scaramouche is so red and embarrassed of how you’re fucking his tiny self so good and deep to the point even a belly bulge is seen

he would whine and sob sooo prettily

“hic f-fuck me… mmoohre! pleashhee… i-i’ll be good hnng-ghh i’ll be shoshosho good! promishee”

and if you wanna leave him completely fucked out to the point he can’t even think of a single plea then press the cute belly bulge

baby boy would start trashing around with eyes blown wide and heart shaped pupils<3

“g-gAAANHHGG NO! NO NO NO! D-DON’T TOUCH ME THE-AAUUNNNGGH♡︎♡︎“

the prettiest crier fr fr😌

mouth open with his tongue lolling out, put your fingers in his mouth and gently pull on his tongue, it makes him cum right then and there on the spot

slowly but deeply fuck him, his eyes would turn into heart pupils real quick with his red eyeliner running down

make him suck your fingers, he has a bit of a hand kink, especially if you’re taller or your hand has some noticeable scars or/and blisters

heavily making out with him while turning his mind into a mushy mess has him whining and sobbing out so freely and loudly

LOUD and i cannot say this enough

would be even louder if you were to gently nibble on his lower lip and accidentally cause it to bleed

keep filling his cute slutty hole until he’s a sobbing mess who can’t even focus his eyes on you with his heart shaped pupils<3

but always be sure to take good care of him afterwards

since he’s short and a puppet i’m pretty sure he doesn’t weigh that much so manhandle him

princess carry your precious boy and have a nice refreshing bath with him, his mushy brain and marked body would enjoy the feeling

and always cuddling and a nice pillow talk where you just praise him and call him your good boy, your sweet prince is a must or else the brat will pout and ignore you in the morning🙄

hold him close to you while you both drift off to sleep

he’d have the cutest, pleased small smile🥹

“hnng - lub you too♡︎” —> his words not mine

[mv1simp]

Your honour, the people request for dark Max with a corruption kink, even better if she is the beloved little sister of another driver, and thinks Max wants what's best for her, thank you for hearing the people's plea, I shall rest the case 🙏😌❤️

I love when I’m spoken to like the judge(mental) trash bag I am ❤️❤️❤️ thank you for addressing me properly

ok so i had the hamilton! Driver sister x dark!max piece HERE

And I’m writing a romantic sainz! Reader x max piece right now

I also have a leclerc sister request already so I will put out what the people want to a vote:

[spirit-lanterns]

the android au made me think of nier automata and signalis ngl, (especially signalis but less tragic, also the game is very yuri 🤭) it would be interesting to explore mostly for the amount of variety you could make with the hsr women as androids, names are also cool

I know both of those games! I haven’t played either, but I know about both of them 😌

I am excited to see what kind of unique android types I can assign the HSR women tbh. Kafka is an artillery model, Stelle is a trash disposal model, I can see Natasha being a hospital assistant model (lol imagine her as Baymax), and maybe Jingliu, Feixiao, Acheron, etc. can all be different variants of combat androids 🤔

[ralexsol]

Finally saw the Doctor Who Beatles episode! Um. Will I be shot on sight if I say I was heavily disappointed?? Marketed as THE BEATLES EPISODE, you'd fucking think the Beatles would be in more than three short scenes?? Why does George Martin have more lines than Ringo AND George.

Why would you make the claim that "there's a reason why they look Wrong" and then never even have like Ruby go "why the FUCK do they look like that." Why was the chord to banish Maestro figured out by the Doctor and not the Beatles. I feel like music is something the Doctor would be trash at (other than 12 & the electric guitar). That would've been a fun character trait, right? The Doctor goes "I've lived every experience ever 😌" or whatever bs and then immediately fails. That would've been interesting and dramatic. No, he gets every note right and then the piano is thrust into the hallway where John happens to see it and then Paul appears from literally nowhere and then without saying a single line they just figure out the last note like. LIKEEEE.

You know what would've been better? Maybe having the Beatles actually be in the episode and them helping Ruby and the Doctor. And then at the end when they're ALL fighting Maestro and Doctor & Ruby are defeated, the four Beatles join forces and play "Please Please Me" or "Love Me Do" or "Twist and Shout" OR LITERALLY ANY SONG FROM THEIR FIRST ALBUM I SWEAR TO GOD. And because THEY'RE the geniuses - ALL FOUR TOGETHER BECAUSE APART THEY'D NEVER MEASURE UP TO THAT LEVEL - that is what beats Maestro off and they save the day.

Imagine that cool finale instead of the fever dream of whatever the FUCK the end of the episode was. I want to like 15 so much. I am finding it very difficult. I like 15 and I like Ruby, but the writing and plots of this new season so far have been absolutely subpar in my eyes. And then they had the audacity to just totally erase George and Ringo. Like I should've loved this episode!! Beatles and 60s and a fucking they/them villain like?? How did it go so wrong.

There is no sci-fi aspect anymore, it's just plain magic. "Space Babies was sci-fi" it was about babies. On a spaceship. And oh no there is a monster made of boogers. Am I going crazy? I think the last 5 minutes of The Devil's Chord broke me. I genuinely thought that 15 was going to be so good after 14 (I REALLY liked the one where they were on the spaceship at the edge of the universe, that one was SO scary and fucking cool and just WORKED SO GOOD). I don't know what to do with myself.

Someone explain to me what I'm missing. And please God tell me it gets better from here. The trailer for the next episode (Boom) looked really good so Im hoping, but if I have to sit through another nearly cringe episode I am Going to Explode. I want 13 back

[femhiccy]

This is trash, what more can I say ?

Again old drawing becouse I am fucking mess, I have problem with left eye and can't draw at all becouse I can't stare in one place for to long.... I know it's trash give Me time I will make something better i promise 😌

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiiiiii!! so u’ve quickly become my fav tumblr user lol. anything with pidge would be great!! any prompts u wanna use is all good with me, i just want more pidge content.

thx sm!! <3

U BETTER STOP RIGHT NOW ANON. I’m so flattered that I’m one of your favs 🥰 that boosts my confidence in my writing soooo much you have no idea. I’m definitely not skipping over a bunch of requests just to write yours first nope not I. So I wrote smthng about Keith and reader being stuck on a planet during a mission and needing rescue and them having a cute bonding moment. I’m gonna do that but with ✨Pidge✨ 🌷Thank you for the request and ENJOY~

Ps: wow. This took me forever to finish. I wrote it in so many pieces over so many days. I’ve been so busy omg this is all over the place…sorry 😌

Listen…Pidge’s calculations may have been the tiniest bit off. You were sent on a mission with them to pick up a specific mineral on a specific planet that will power a new invention Pidge is working on. As their lion approached the surface of the planet, some weird energy source nearby had all of Pidge’s signals glitching out. All of a sudden, the green lion completely shut down and you two had a bit of a crash landing. Now…You’re lost. In space. No way to get back, no way to contact the team. And if Pidge can’t figure out how to get y’all back to the castle, you definitely can’t. Obvi they’re like 1000 times smarter than you.

“Dang…well…we’re stuck here now.” Their words make you panic a bit. Stuck? Geez, for how long? Until when? Wait…Stuck?! In the middle of space all alone???

“Someone will find us eventually.” “You’re not helping, Pidge…”

They’re trying to hide their smile as they silently laugh at you. “First time stuck in space?” “Uhm YEAH?! IM SCARED! YOU’RE NOT???” “Nah.”

Pidge has been there, done that with being lost in space alone. It’s scary but it’s amazing at the same time. Like when Pidge got stuck on that trash nebula, they weren’t scared, just bored until they found a way to distract themselves and eventually get a signal to the team. They just need time to figure it out.

Before you can say any more, they are closing their helmet over their face and offering you a hand. “Let’s go.” They close your helmet over your face and now they’re enthusiastically dragging you out of green and onto the dusty surface of the planet.

Pidge is very smart but also has some ADHD tendencies. This lil babe will squirrel out and go buck wild when it comes to science, technology and space. They can’t stay focused on the topic at hand, there’s too much to look at, too much to think about, too much to talk about.

They are still holding your hand, pulling you along as they ramble on about the pH balance of the air on this planet and the gravity difference compared to Earth and how cool the specific mineral is that they are looking for. Wow, cute little smarty pants just won’t shut up 💚

Plz just pay attention to them. They LOVE the attention they get from you when they say big words and explain complex things you don’t really understand because,

The face you make when you try to follow along with their science rants KILLS THEM. You’re like 😯 trying your best to keep up, it’s too cute.

They love when you say things like “wow” “whoa” “cool” bc then they’re like 😎 “yeah I am pretty wow, whoa and cool, aren’t I?”

Like plz just swoon over their brilliance, that’s all they want. They want to impress you SO BAD. Little do they know they’ve already captured your heart…

So anyways, they are practically running now with you following beside them as they frantically search for the mineral they need.

A beeping catches their attention and they stop abruptly. An excited laugh leaves their mouth as they check a piece of tech on their wrist, similar to a watch but with info about the planet and atmosphere around you.

Pidge is always busting out new gadgets they’ve made and it still surprises you sometimes. “Pidge, what the hell is that?” is a very common phrase that frequently leaves your mouth. They’re always testing out new tech.

“AHAHA!!! (Y/N), guess what?! This whole planet’s crust is the mineral!!! WE CAN GET SO MUCH OF IT!!! Obviously not too much, but OH MY GOD!”

Omfg, now it’s your turn to admire how cute they are when they geek out like this. They’re pretty much jumping with joy, smiling from ear to ear, and they still have a hold of your hand.

They always run to the same two people every time they have some cool sciency shit to tell and that’s Hunk and you. As much fun as it is to go on a tangent with Hunk about cool space stuff, they love talking to you about it bc you don’t interject, you just listen and learn.

Their fav part is days later when you mention something they told you about in great detail and they’re just thinking ‘oh my god, you remembered, you learned, you’re so smart. DAMN I ADORE YOU.’

At this point, Pidge is having such a good time with you, they’ve forgotten that you’re both stranded here. They’re holding your hands and you’re smiling so big now and suddenly they can’t come up with words to say rn.

“So…are you gonna tell me how we are gonna harvest some of this stuff or…?” The silence is so loud but Pidge can’t speak, they’re just lost in your eyes and your hand fits so perfectly in theirs and the longer they stare at you, the more red your cheeks become and- “Pidge…are you okay?” Finally, they snap out of it.

This honestly happens way too often with you. Pidge never thought they’d be the type to zone out and start daydreaming about someone but they are just soooo into you, oml. They’re always so focused and in control and calm and collected but you’re just too hot cute, you are such a distraction. They can’t believe that you are so interested in them, it clouds their brain sometimes. They know a lot but one thing they can’t figure out is where they stand with you.

“I’m fine. First things first, we need some help getting off this planet. We need to figure out how to contact the team.”

Just keep in mind… they haven’t let go of you for even a second since you walked out of their lion together 🥹❤️‍🔥

“Hey, what about your watch thingy on your wrist? Couldn’t that help-“ “(Y/N), yes! I forgot about this for a tick! Okay, come on. Give me something to work with….” Finally, they let go of your hand as they poke at the piece of tech on their wrist, their eyes become brighter and wider.

They swiftly pull out their bayard and launch it towards their lion, perfectly wrapping it around their lion’s tail.

“Uhm what are we doing?” “We need to get off this planet.” “WHAT?! I mean I know that, you already said that but-but…how are we gonna do that? Your lion is-“ “Just trust me.” They reach out for your hand once more, the handle of their bayard in their other hand.

They grip your hand tightly and before you can take another breath, they activate their jet pack and you two are whisked away towards the sky.

You’re screaming and Pidge is laughing. They’re such a punk sometimes.

As their bayard reaches its limit in length, Pidge is still grasping your hand tightly as they finally begin to explain just what their plan is.

“The crust of this planet, which is also the mineral we need, is what’s causing interference with all our tech. Except for this, I guess.” They gesture to their wrist. “The further we get away from the surface, the more chance we have at getting a signal to the team. But, the gravitational pull of this planet only goes on for 4.7 miles, which is like waaayyyyy less than Earth’s gravitational pull so I had to keep us tethered or we’d just float off into space.”

Normally you’d find their ranting interesting and endearing but rn you’re just terrified of being this high up from the ground and also terrified of accidentally floating off into space.

They can tell you’re scared so they quickly let go of your hand and link their arm with yours, pulling you in closer. They’re not laughing anymore, they give you a more serious look with a soft smile. “I got you, (Y/N). I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

Although they are the smallest Paladin to ever exist, you make them feel so big and strong. You make them feel like they could fight 100 galra soldiers all on their own. You give them so much confidence and they just want you to trust that they will always protect you. Tho they be small, they are mighty.

“I trust you, Pidge.” Great…you’ve lost them again. All you did was say their name all soft and quiet and they can’t look away from you now.

The lingering eye contact is simple but causes you both to smile and blush uncontrollably. You both look away then look back at each other, your movements in sync which causes you both to laugh.

“You’re really cute. I like you a lot.” The words just sort of slip out of their mouth and before you can even process what they just said, as if on cue, static cuts the silence.

Suddenly, you can hear Allura calling out for you guys through the comms in Pidge’s helmet. “Pidge? (Y/N)? Hello?” “Allura! Geez, are we glad to hear your voice.”

As Pidge gives the princess a run down of what had happened to you guys, you just watch their lips move and watch as they purposefully avoid your gaze. They’re embarrassed of what they just confessed to you and now they’re anxious to hear your reply.

Once the voice in Pidge’s helmet had gone quiet, you finally speak up.

“You like me?” “Huh? Did I say that?” “Yeah, you did. You said I’m cute too.” “Oh wow…uh yeah…I guess I did say that.”

It’s silent again for a moment.

“Do you like me too?” Pidge asks softly now, their whole demeanor has changed. They’re not holding you as close, they’re eyes look full of concern, they’re biting their lip.

“I thought you were a genius..?” They’re a bit taken aback by your response. “It’s not like I haven’t been dropping hints left and right. Of course I like you, Pidge. And I think you’re pretty cute too.”

The next 10 minutes as you two wait for rescue are spent talking and laughing about how you two dummies have been crushing on each other for MONTHS but you were both too scared to say anything to the other.

As soon as y’all are rescued by Shiro and Hunk, they’re both like “oh! You guys finally noticed that you’re both in love with each other? Good. Nice. Took y’all long enough.”

The whole team could see the hardcore pining the whole time. Even Keith was like “I thought y’all were already dating???”

Wow. What a couple cute little dorks you guys are.

[bones-on-skin]

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[ashen-crest]

I am halfway through this garbage draft of ACC!! 39k of utter trash. 😌

Hoping to finish the second half in the next two weeks, then slow down and take on a chapter a day to dig in and actually for realsies write each chapter.

Right now, my garbage draft is a lot of stuff that looks like:

- Ambrose sighed and said I’m sad

- Eli: I can get you cookies from [X food stall]

- Ames; no that’s ok. He walked to the thing and sat

Word-vomit dialogue, placeholder text, absolutely no proper punctuation, grammar, or spelling. It’s all there just to make sure I’m jotting down the micro-structure of the scene, clearing out lingering plot holes, and testing the structure of my post-alpha reader outline.

Once I get to the end of it and am happy with the shape of the story (gods, finally) THEN I will finally go in and make it read like an actual book that is hopefully nice to read.

And then it will go to my line editor 🫣 then back to me for revisions, then to my proofreader 🫠 then back to me again for the final polish and read-through.

[t-nd-rfoot]

im not particularly sure this counts as a prompt so forgive me, but could i request something like… highschool sweethearts with bob (truly really has my brain in a loop all the time) or first date type jazz pretty please ! good wholesome Lt, Floyd 🫶🐓

YOUNG LOVE aka The First of Many 'I Love You's

Oh, to be young and in love.

Pairing Bob Floyd x gn!Kazansky!reader, high school students AU

Theme pure Valentine's fluff

Warnings Ice being a cliche embarrassing dad; probably wrong timing of Ice's ranking? Just basing it off of some research 😭

Word Count 602

Note trying to have this last stretch of Valentine's drabbles out before the month ends! Also watched some '86 clips of Val recently so just wanted to sneak him into this story 😌 thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy this, my love @roostersrooster 💗

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Robby,” you smiled as you walked slowly to your front door, trying to make every second count before your curfew. He had gotten you home five minutes early, but you had no intention of walking in just yet.

He pulled away and looked at you incredulously with those bright eyes and squeezed your hand tighter in excitement. “Really?”

You nodded. “I always have fun with you, but tonight was really special.”

He stepped forward to give you a quick peck on the lips, but you leaned in further almost instantly, prolonging the kiss.

The two of you melted into each other with gentle touches. Just like every other kiss the two of you shared, it was slow, it was sweet, it was—

“So,” a loud voice interrupted as your front door opened suddenly, revealing your dad looming over you and your boyfriend, “you’re home early.”

You and Bob pulled apart just as quickly as your father appeared. Bob stepped a good two feet away from you just to be safe. Your father was generally nice towards him, but that didn’t stop from having his bit of fun scaring the boy. Even so, Bob always felt intimidated by him.

“Don’t mind me, just taking out the trash,” he said nonchalantly.

“Dad…” you grumbled.

He held up a poorly filled garbage bag. “What? I really am.” As he stepped out, he saw Bob standing beside him, and his face grew cold. “Robert.”

Bob tried to swallow down a gulp, “Captain Kazansky.” You swore you’ve never seen him turn red so fast.

Bob so desperately wanted to look away but he couldn’t bring himself to as the old man stared him down. After a couple of seconds, your dad burst out into a laugh. He patted Bob on the back—a little too hardly, if Bob would ever admit it out loud—before throwing the garbage bag away in the bin down the driveway. You mouthed a ‘sorry’ to your boyfriend while you waited for your dad to get back inside.

Just before Ice entered the house, he turned to Bob. “Thanks for bringing them home safely and on time, son.”

Bob nodded his head courteously, “Of course, Sir.”

“Well, you have a good night, Robert,” he said before gesturing for you to go inside with him, and the two of you waved your good nights to each other.

Bob waited for the front door to click shut before heading back to his car. He had just made it to the sidewalk when he heard the front door open and your voice calling out his name. Just as he turned around, you had bounded down the walkway to him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you finished the kiss you shared before.

Both of you were out of breath as you pulled away ever so slightly.

“I love you,” you echoed his words from earlier tonight. It felt different—being the one to say it first this time—but in a good way. You were sure that you would never get tired of saying it to or hearing it from him.

“I love you, too,” he smiled against your lips.

He pecked you one last time for the night, and you ran back inside and he drove home.

As you lay in bed that night, you couldn’t go to sleep at the thought of him. Even though it’s only been a few months since you and Bob started dating, you were sure that this Valentine’s Day was just the first of many.

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