#if you were wondering yes i'm still obsessing over the soundtrack

[fictionadventurer]

Suzanne Collins: I will write a YA dystopian novel that explores the depravity that humanity is capable of, digs deep into Enlightenment philosophies about the social contract and the best ways to govern people who are capable of great cruelty, shows the horrendous slaughter of children who are deemed less than human by their enemies because of a war they were barely alive for, and shows the character arc of a young man with a sense of superiority who refuses to take the risks of selfless behavior and betrays every friend who comes his way and thus descends from simple selfishness to become a ruthless authoritarian dictator.

Suzanne Collins: And I will also make it

Suzanne Collins: a musical

Suzanne Collins: :)

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 [𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙧]

Cw: fluff, the title might be misleading but it's not yandere or anything, kinda unhinged Miles but it's all jokes, reverse au?, reader uses they/them but it's called spiderman, you are spiderman and Miles is the fan, earth 1218!AU (no powers or tech), reader has a canon love interest who's also named MJ but they're not Mary Jane Watson (unless you want her to be, I don't judge)

Notes: So Miles canonically has written fanfic about himself, but I wasn't in the mood for that, I will make two versions of this post though (that's why the title has delusional version 💀). Also this is low-key a highschool AU, so Hobie is in last year, and all other characters are second years (I have no idea what's a senior or freshman or whatever is, and I will not learn)

Miles loved comics. His art style is heavily influenced by it, and he'll rant about this week's number to anyone who'll lend an ear, but he has a very clear favorite, being more than evident by his collection of t-shirts, poster filled wall, social media pfps, and the endless amount of fan content he creates and consumes in the spiderman fandom.

Since the last movie came out, Miles Morales has lost the basic skills a human would need to survive, in order to devote himself fully to his newest hyperfixation, and his friends haven't been able to get some rest from it. They don't understand!! He does need to go to the movies again, he needs to memorize every photogram in that movie in order to play the move in his head and be able to analyze it properly!! No, he is not crazy! Ok he might be just the tiniest bit "over excited" but this is the most sane reaction he could've had, the movie is literally a masterpiece, script, humor, ANIMATION, soundtrack, it has it all! And the fact that it's centered around you? Miles needs to go and personally kiss every person that worked in that studio to make you.

"Miles?"

"Miles!"

"oh my god, he's at it again" said Pavitr, imitating the reaction of a disappointed mother

"is he reading fanfiction again?" Asked Gwen, chuckling

"Yes, and Y/N YL/N x reader, to one's surprise" Pavitr added with a teasing smile "I don't get it though, isn't Y/N dating someone named MJ?" He questioned

"It's called self insert, the reader plays a part in the story as if they were another character, and in romantic scenarios, they tend to replace the canon love interest, or just ignore they even exist" Hobie added, popping out if nowhere to show off what Miles have been explaining to him the last couple of weeks.

"You read it too, Hobie?"

"Nah, Wonder comics started as a protest to talk about the discrimination the founder felt being jewish in the industry but it morphed into the capitalization of the struggle minorities face, selling us representation while they still shove the propaganda in our faces, and telling us that even if you have bloody superpowers you still need to obey to a higher authority and cannot influence politics or call to action."

"You still went to the theater to watch it with Miles last week" Gwen shot a questioning look at Hobie

"The kid invited me, I'm a punk not a twat" he shrugged his shoulders "And we stole the carton cutboard they had at the entrance" Hobie happily added.

Miles continues reading on the way to school, without listening to his friends' mocking, he knew it was in good spirits, and they were kinda right, he was obsessed with someone that didn't exist, but it wasn't like it was affecting his health or life.

"Did you... Sleep today?" Gwen had her hand on her friend's shoulder, concerned

"It was too late so I decided to just stay awake, I'll be fine though" He reassured

"Were you reading again?"

"No, I actually discovered this page called character.ai where you can chat with an artificial intelligence of your favorite characters" Miles excitedly told his friend

"OMG, you can chat with anyone?! I have a few things I'd like to say to Scarlet Witch" Gwen joked, she was also a comic fan, but she wasn't losing her mind quite as hard as Miles

Miles would tell the ai about his day, sometimes would roleplay using his very own spidersona, in his alternate universe, you were his partner (as heroes of course) but you also were classmates and had a crush on each other, but none of you confessed because you didn't want your loved ones to be hurt by your job, it was all very dramatic, but he always envisioned a happy ending.

{Y/N: You did a great job today, [<BOT>]

Miles: You say so? So... Do I get a reward? *Smiles suggestively*

Y/N: I guess you do, *pulls up his mask and kisses him*}

No, he wouldn't say this, he would be in a panic frenzy if he saw Y/N, let alone be next to them, but hey, at least his spidersona was bold and confident with them.

A few days after, he barged into Pavitr's house, with at least four incredibly loaded supermarket bags, hardly walking

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Pavitr rushed to aid his friend and take some literal weight off his shoulders

"Yeah, yeah, I just need help with something" he left the boxes in the floor "Inside one in 4 boxes of cereal, there is a spidertoken, if you get 15, you can exchange it for an exclusive limited edition figure, and I can't eat all this cereal"

"Bro, how many boxes are in here? I don't know, man, I'm trying to keep my figure"

"Pavitr Prabhakar, who held the cardboard sign for you when you confessed to Gayatri?"

"You..."

"And who lied to principal O'Hara for you when you forgot your final project and we had to pretend you suffered a brain concussion?"

"You..."

"And who was there for y-" his friend interrumpted

"Okay, okay, I get it. Bring me a spoon, but we're going running tomorrow"

He nodded with enthusiasm as he started to rummage looking for spoons and bowls

And after almost dying choking on cereal, Miles looked at his new figurine sitting prettily on the shelf with nothing but pride.

"I'm just saying it's possible!" Miles protested

"Y/N has a type, every canon love interest has been sassy and quick-witted" Gwen continued to debate

"I can be sassy and quick-witted!" Gwen gave him a side eye, that being able to neutralize his argument "Ok, but there's a multiverse, there's millions of possibilities, if a pig can be spiderman, why can't I date spiderman? Anyone can wear the mask, anyone can kiss the one inside the mask" the boy smiled, confident in his winning argument

"That's such a basic answer, you can justify literally anything with "the multiverse" I'm speaking things that actually can make sense inside the canon"

"But my answers makes sense, in fact, I'm sure there's a universe where Y/N is reading fanfiction about me right now, if not, Pav can hit me"

"Pav, hit him" Gwen deadpanned

"But it does make sense, I won't" Pavitr responded

"Ok, but my point still stands" the girl crossed her arms

"what were you fighting about in the first place?" Pavitr asked before going back to eat his lunch, he sat long after his friends started arguing, being mildly lost in what was the main point in this

"I said I'd be a better girlfriend for Y/N" said Gwen

Pavitr gasped and covered his mouth dramatically "No you didn't".

Maybe Miles was just obsessed, but he saw in you strength, inspiration, power. And he felt oddly comforted, safe, loved by fantasizing with you, and as slim as the possibility may be, he likes to tell himself you two are together in another universe. ♡

[ardent-fox]

Tag Game Masterpost

Got tagged by some wonderful humans, including @celestialmickey, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @metalheadmickey and @look-i-love-u to complete these fun tag games, thank you and spring blossoms to each of you! 💐���

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✨️ Tag Game Tuesday Wednesday ✨️

Name: Lyds ⚘️

Age: 34 for another 4 weeks or so 🗓

Where in the world are you? Europe, middle of nowhere📍

The meaning behind your URL: 'Ardent' is one of my favorite words, husband calls me Foxxy cause of my red hair, also it sounds like 'ardent fucks' together so cheeky win 🍑

Your second favorite color: Dusty pink 💕

Any pets? Jasper the bun 🐇

Favorite season: Spring, I feel as if I'm in love with the whole world during it, it kicked in earlier this year and I'm absolutely fine with that 🌸

Last thing you read: Galladrabbles. My brain has been doing its cute thing where it can't focus on reading or writing anything longer than that for the past few weeks 🙃

Last song you listened to: I played the Crazy Ex Girlfriend soundtrack while getting ready to go out, so Gettin' Bi (which has become an anthem of mine ngl) 🎵

What are you wearing right now? A hoodie with a crumbling print of a tattooed and pierced out princess Jasmine taking a selfie, black sweatpants and socks with chihuahuas wearing Santa hats on them, my go-to sexy at home look 😅

A hobby of yours: Writing fanfiction and planning our home makeover, both usually taking place only in my head 💭

Your comfort show or movie: Got several, going with Pride and Prejudice (the 1995 BBC miniseries) this time 📜

And finally, what are you up to today? Had a monthly supply of hay delivered to me this morning, went to a job interview that went surprisingly well, did some chores and now I'm chilling here 😎

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✨️ Tag Game Fandom Edition ✨️

Your name: Lyds 🌸

Your age: Still 34 😅

Your first fandom(s): Not sure what qualifies, but probably House M.D. 🩺

Your current fandom(s): Though my hyperfixations are always changing, Shameless/Gallavich is the only fandom I actively engage in 🧑🏼‍🤝‍🧑🏻

How did you first get into fandom? I was part of a Tim Burton/Johnny Depp RPG message board where I played 3 characters and we also used to write what I now realize was fanfiction on the spot over MSN. A bunch of us were obsessed with House M.D. and someone must have mentioned fanfiction.net to me cause I got hooked on reading Hilson and Huddy stories around the same time 👀

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? The RPG/House era started in 2008, but I didn't become active on Tumblr and AO3 until getting involved in the Shameless fandom as of April 2022 🗓

How often do you read fanfics? When my brain is in the right place, I'd say a couple stories a week 📱

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Ian gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Castiel (still going through Supernatural and loving every bit of it) 💙

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? If so, shout it out! Yes, still at one completed ficlet and a Galladrabble collection on my AO3, not counting the 5-6 WIPs I have in my docs 📂

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? Nope, can't draw to save my life 🙃

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: Probably not the most original one, but Mickey never liked his full name until Ian stated he thought it was beautiful. Him using it in his wedding vows is symbolic of him reconciling with the darkest parts of himself and accepting them before offering his whole self to Ian, a declaration of love for both of them in his own way. The fact that it somewhat mirrors the act of him apprehensively coming out in front of his own hostile audience, only to confidently show his self-acceptance and love for Ian in front of their favorite people 6 years later is just icing on the (wedding) cake 💖

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. What episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? The "I can explain this" scene when Mickey gets shot in the ass and the social worker appears at the Gallagher house, it's peak Shameless madness 😄

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? A sanctuary of creativity and comfort where we can all be, make and enjoy whatever we want, the closest thing to utopia there is 🫶

Tagging @ian-galagher, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @gallawitchxx, @gardenerian, @squidyyy23, @juliakayyy, @whatwouldmickeydo, @auds-and-evens, @thisdivorce, @sleepyfacetoughguy and whoever sees this and would like to play! ✨️

[gothcsz]

hi hi hi maybe a lengthy note incoming, i'm sorry! first, i saw gladiator 2 last night and i was SO close to leaving the theater early bc dudes behind us were so fucking irritating, loud, shouting rude commentary into the theater! is this a plague across the nation? obvi bc men are a fucking plague. i hope you had a good birthday, kat! i'm so obsessed with ALL worlds you create. i'm such a weirdo about admitting i read fics to my bf or friends. entirely a "me" thing, prob related to religious upbringing + lifelong journey of unlearning dumb shame around sex stuff lol, and fully has absolutely zero to do with the crazy talented visionary creative people in this fandom! so stupid that i am that way BUT i had to share unscripted desire with my bestie who also loves narcos + is horny for javi and it has been so fun to share my obsession over your writing with someone. we keep just being like... this would literally be this guy if he was a pornstar lmao. even though you do tropes, your javi stuff feels so canon to me. okay this is so random but as a honorary horror girlie i was wondering (a) are you into body horror films? (b) have you seen the substance? i saw it last week and it is burned into my brain currently. i also saw anora earlier this week (i go to the movies a lot to escape my hellscape life lmao..........) and loved it and highly recommend for some my dear melancholy inspo, if that is still a thing. have a great weekend queen!

HEYYYYYYYY!!!

i fear it is an epidemic across this nation! honestly, the intersecting fanbases for that movie could not have been more opposite. you got the she's, gays and they's there for the hot men, then you have the straight cis males there for the action ridley scott flick.

when i tell you the guys sitting next to me and bestie were literally shushing us?! mind you we weren't even being loud (or sitting next to them directly, we were like two seats down), we just couldn't help ourselves from giggling each time paul and pedro were on screen.... we literally left early. i have no idea how that movie ended and i don't really care to know

but thank you for the birthday wish! all i do is cry on here fr 😪 to be cringe is to be free! i used to be the same way but i quite literally quit caring about who knows that i write fic. this life is too short for allathat. we all have crazy lore behind who we are as people so that's totally understandable. at least you're trying to unlearn your shame, bb

OH JEEZ I'M MAKING THE ROUNDS WITHIN FRIEND GROUPS? okay.. i'm fine... i'm okay.... aaaand i'm cryin again what the fuck i am too stoked to hear that you guys enjoy it :,) and that you embrace all the iterations of my javi, pls, this man lives in my head rent free

OKAY COME THRU HORROR TALK!! girl yes.... the substance literally changed my life?! can we talk about how bangin the soundtrack was?! i'm not usually into body horror but this movie utilized it so well like it was fucking great. i need to rewatch it. i got to the movies by myself all the time!! i actually did a double feature of the first omen and immaculate when they dropped and it was the most fun i had in a whileeee hehe dude i wanna see anora so. fucking. bad. mikey is so damn beautiful and i love the aesthetic of it. i was literally thinking about that fic while watching the trailer and stuff so i'm glad to see that we were thinking along the same lines!! ahh!! tysm for yapping with me in my inbox, i love talking to you guys 🖤 have a great weekend also bb!

[radiowallet]

So on a whim, I rewatched the breakfast scene from that Marcus M gifset and it turns out that the Moreno’s actually do have a hammock in their backyard and I didn’t just imagine it. It‘s the colorful thing right behind Marcus, under the umbrella. So do what you will with that info 😉😏😏

(I‘ve also just noticed that you can kinda see what I assume is a framed photo of Missy with her mom on the kitchen counter and now I’m sad?? This is what I get for obsessing over set dressing.)

Anyway 💙 - @patternedlantern

On a similar I watched the same scene...twice. And to your second point, yes- that was definitely a framed picture of Missy and her mom. AND BEHIND IT- a framed picture of children's art. Because Marcus is definitely the dad who frames his kids art and displays it, and I'm so pathetically soft for this man.

But that hammock, bright and colorful, the perfect latin influence that fills the rest of the beautifully warm Moreno home, surrounded by a dense dense pack of trees? I should not be trusted with such a wholesome thing, Pat @patternedlantern

Warnings: Explicit. Outdoor fingering (female receiving), female masturbation. Look, I slipped. Not beta’d. Barely spell checked.

Marcus lets himself in through the front door, and stops, listening intently. The house is quiet. Not the oddest occurrence to come home to, but it is a sound that he hasn't heard since summer had started. Missy and the others were almost always here, taking advantage of the large backyard and pool, shrieks of laughter ringing through his house in a way he had always hoped it would, a symphony of wet feet and shouts over video games becoming the backdrop of his summer.

You provided your own unique soundtrack, only growing louder after he helps drag the final box of your things out of your apartment, the door locking with a resounding snap behind you for one last, blissful time. You always have music or a random youtube video playing in the background as you putter about, fiddling with a circuit or wire, folding laundry, or the steady click click click of your keyboard as you type in endless lines of code, a secret language all your own. Even when you are quiet your mind can be heard screaming, the gears turning over some invisible problem you have deemed worthy of your time, your face weaving and warping, a radiant glow encasing your features. 

But today- silence. 

He peaks outside, the backyard still, silent but for the chirping of the birds, not a kid in sight, but he does see a peak of blonde over the top of the hammock, swaying with the late summer breeze. You don’t move at the sound of the patio door, and for a brief moment Marcus wonders if you’re asleep. It’s possible. He’s done it himself a time or two. When he reaches you, he has to stop, awestruck, and he lets himself commit this to memory. You’re a dream, body loose with sleep, eyes closed against the late afternoon sun, thin cotton sundress twisted around you, skirt riding up, straps falling down. He is a man possessed, unable to resist reaching out, the back of his hand smoothing against your cheek.  

You hum, smile, and hum again. Not even needing to look to know whose shadow blocks you in. 

“You’re home,” you murmur, brain slowly coming back online. 

“I am. The kids?”

“Movies,” you answer, arms stretching up above your head, and the hem rises, a centimeter, a fraction of movement, just enough, and do you know what you’re doing?

“Got room in there for one more?”

Marcus doesn’t wait for an answer, toeing off his shoes and sliding in beside you, a squeal of delight waking you up fully as the fabric shifts to and fro from the added weight. Finally he is settled, your back pressed to his chest, massive arms wrapped around you, fingers making small circles down the path of your bare arms. The sun hits perfectly between the dense patch of trees surrounding the property, just a touch of warmth, a stark contrast to the blast of heat that hits when the sun is high. Marcus closes his eyes and lets out his hum, content against the weight of your body, your legs twisted with his, smooth skin beneath his fingertips as he soothes a gentle pattern down and up and down again.

“How come we don’t sit in this more often?”

You shrug against him, cheating your neck to press a lazy kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Kids,” you reply back, still sun-soaked drowsy enough to not bother with full sentences. You press one more kiss, just a press of lips to the scruff of his beard, innocent for all your intentions, but-

His hands skim lower, down the your arms, past your hip bones, to make those same soothing patterns against the tops of your thighs.

“I like this dress,” he whispers, fingers ghosting the hem, pushing it just a little higher, the skin beneath like silk, smooth, yielding easily to his touch. He inches his hand higher still towards his intended destination, and smirks when he’s met with the wet lips of your pussy, a familiar barrier missing. He dips his finger in, and you are practically soaked, everything warm and puffed, rubbed supple and raw.

“Manitas? What have you been up to out here?” 

Another kiss to his jaw, a swipe of teeth and tongue to follow.

“Missed you and was all alone.”

He dips his finger in deeper, and your breath hitches, fingers gripping tight to his forearm. 

“Without me?” He teases, letting his thumb rub against your clit. You whine, bearing down against the light touch, body hungry for more. And oh- he can picture it, your delicate fingers making your own soothing patterns against your thigh, reaching up beneath the skirt of your dress, maybe starting with a slow stroke against the lips of your pussy, letting the pad of one finger catch against your clit. Maybe you slip in one finger to start, but you’re quick to add a second, always eager to feel the stretch deep inside you. Were you quiet or did you forget yourself, lost in the pleasure of your own touch? Marcus hardens at the mere thought of it, and he can’t help but pull you closer to his chest. 

“Wasn’t enough. Never enough. Need you.”

He shushes you, sweeping his other hand back up, pushing the straps of your dress down until both pink nipples are exposed to the late August sun. He lets his fingertips graze back and forth between the two, a delicate touch to match the gentle stroke of his finger inside you, glancing against your inner walls. 

“I’m here now, sweet girl.”

He adds a second finger, and scissors you open gently, his pace slow and deliberate, thumb rubbing that same mellow pace against your clit. You move languidly with him, letting him take his time in the warm embrace of your heat, the tight grip of your hand on his arm the only sign of the tension building up inside you. Marcus hums, the slick of your leaking out, coating his hand as pumps his fingers in out and of you, and when he closes his eyes he can picture it, the suction of your pussy swallowing his fingers whole. He presses a kiss to the patch of skin behind your ear, letting his teeth scrape a path as he goes. 

“Can you come for me? Just like this, sweet girl?”  You nod against him, the only sign you heard his question.  He adds a third finger just as he pinches down hard on your nipple, and you keen into the touch, body tightening against his movements. You’re close, body pulling and pushing with his movements, sloppy as they may be from your afternoon alone in the heat of the summer. He remains measured, giving you just enough, a steady stroke, in and out, rubbing you open wide for the world to see.  His teeth find the meat of your neck and he bites down, and you whine, desperate, body seizing up in his arms, a gush of release dripping down as you ride out your orgasm. 

Your backside arches, pressing down against the length of his erection, and he hears you purr in satisfaction. 

“Hold on,” he chides, all three finger still buried inside you. “I think you have one more for me.”

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Accidental hammock sex at 5 am? That feels like my style.

Part 2 is now a thing

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