#im not talking about the *gag* netflix movie

[geek-tabulous]

The Deathnote Movies Are top tier and I will defend them with my life!

Rewatching the deathnote drama, years after it first came out, I can now absolutely appreciate it better.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING L EVEN MORE CUNTY THEN HE WAS BEFORE

Although I still can't appreciate what they did to Mello! WHY WAS THAT THE CHOICE THEY WENT WITH???

[almalvo]

About An Official Spiderverse Artist...

Please do not just scroll past this post; read it.

If you guys follow me on twitter, you probably already know.

But if you dont or still want to read this anyway - here you go:

I aint big, but I got a growing platform that I see as important for me to use as a force for things that matter.

So here I am.

And I got something to say about a certain "artist".

There are so many fucked up people who call themselves artists who are so heavily worshipped by us who both get and or dont get outed in the world for things they do and for their general piss-poor behaviours and persons.

Im here to talk about one in particular (and certainly wont be the last).

There is an artist that basically EVERYONE here has seen art from before, printed in the official Sony artbooks too.

If you have seen this:

Then you have seen this artist before.

His name is Alberto Mielgo. He goes by @/pinkman_himself on twitter.

He is a HUGE part of the art direction and stylisation of the spiderverse movies, if that isnt already obvious. Because he was the former original art director of Into The Spiderverse.

Yes. Former.

Cuz he got "mYsTeRiOuSlY fiReD" from Sony 2 years into pre-production and completely removed from the project.

You may have also seen this character before:

Yes. THAT asian character from Netflix's Love Death + Robots, from the episode "The Witness".

Familiar? Yeah. Because this episode was also made by the same guy, Mielgo.

I aint going to talk about what happens in that episode and hesitate to encourage anyone to watch it - cuz all it basically is is a megalo-misogynistic, assault "glorified for the sake of aRtT", racially fetishised showcase of this crazy makeup/haired bdsm stereotyped asian girl sex worker who essentially gets murdered over and over and over after running for her life completely naked through the city for all of us to see for some fucking reason.

BUt yeah anyways, you can see it in the first pic, but Ill put it here to show more clearly - this here is NOT the character from LDR. But I can understand why you might think so:

Yeah. You read that name in the bottom right corner correctly. This is Peni Parker. His concept art of Peni Parker. A 13 YEAR OLD CHILD. Lookin suspiciously like and dressed as the adult person from LDR with ALSO the crazy hair, make up - WITH AN O-RING CHOKER AND BALL-GAG LIPSTICK (BDSM).

13. year. old. child.

This man only sees east asian women this way.

He likes them crazy, sexy, broken--

and young.

Cuz this man also wrote this on a now-deleted post on his website:

Yeah. He, this whole ass middle-aged white cishet male spaniard thirstin for kids since he was 18 for 12 year old girls.

Cuz 12 year old girls are a fuckin "KNOCK OUT" when they grow up, when they ripen up into adulthood, to this man Alberto Mielgo, aka @/pinkman_himself, this creature.

And if auctioning NFTs isnt bad enough (cuz yes, ofc he does that too - its literally the first option on his website) -

His entire fucking portfolio is of drawing women he had sex with.

His fucking PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO is all of painting and drawing women in very compromising, questionable ways of the VERY SAME WOMEN HE HAD SLEPT WITH THROUGH HIS LIFE.

They look as creepy as they are.

But the scariest part?

While I myself had only just found out about this some days ago as of writing this, some of us have known about this man and his antics for years.

And he keeps getting greenlit by the industry, over and over and over; winning awards, getting respected, praised, admired, even by fellow at-home artists like many of you out there if you dont already do so.

And nothing will happen to him cuz he is a white cishet male artist who has money and a following and connections and influence and power.

So yeah.

I just wanted to talk about a certain official Spiderverse artist to just let yall know there are freaks everywhere, and that no matter how small it is, it's people like me and you who need to do what we can to keep up awareness and warn our communities and protect our most vulnerable.

My suggestion is to take heed of what I said, ask questions about everything you will ever see again from anyone around you, no less the industry, THINK for once, and actually give a fuck.

Keep away.

Do not support this man.

But the decision is ultimately yours.

Stay awake, yall.

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(His face, publicly available as his imdb profile):

scary.

[nctzenluvies]

HIS PARTY

𝖏𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓 𝖝 𝖋. 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 : 1.7k

𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖙 , 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖉 , 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 , 𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖗𝖆𝖜 𝖘𝖊𝖝

~~~~~~~~~~

you were walking outside of the school and of course, it was a friday, meaning everyone was getting their invites to the popular kids "frat party". all you knew about the parties, is that they consisted of drinking, weed, and apparently drugs too. you genuinely didnt expect for anyone invite you.

"hey, y/n!" someone said behind you.

"hi?"

"remember? its me, cay!"

"oh yeah! hi! whats up?"

"well, i got permission to invite some people to this weekends party, and we had a few extra slots so, i thought to invite you!"

"oh? sure, i can go.. but when is it?"

"tomorrow night, i can text you the address, your number is still the same right?"

"yeah, it is. thanks so much!"

"of course, do you need a ride?"

"no thanks, ill have my friend drop me off."

cay walked away and went to the back of the school as you got into the bus and sat next to one of your friends, that happened to also be invited to tomorrows party.

after about 10 minutes, the bus had finally made it to you and your friends neighborhood. you got off the bus, said your goodbyes to your friend and walked home. once you got home, you went up to your room and unpacked your things.

"dude, i cant believe we both got invited to that tomorrow." your friend said on the phone.

"i know! should we make outfits?"

"uh.. yess?!"

the two of you made outfits and got opinions from one another. your friend had to hang up because their mom called them, so you just decided to make a list of stuff you needed to bring.

"gum... chapstick, tissues? do i need that?"

you threw what you could pack now into your bag, and got pajamas to go take a shower.

you took a quick shower, and went down to your kitchen to make food. you made something simple with what you had in your fridge. after eating, you watched netflix for an hour or two, then went to your room to sleep.

~~~~~

𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅..

your alarm went off, it was 10 in the morning. you got up, and got ready in a comfy outfit for the day. you had planned to spend a few hours with your cousins at the mall, then go home and get ready for the party.

your cousin picked you up, you guys went do the mall, got coffees, ate food, and shopped around for 3 hours.

your friend was at a store nearby, so she went to come pick you up.

"hey! did you have fun?" she asked.

"yeah, i got a bunch of stuff haha."

"thats good! you could use something for tonight!"

"true, is that what youre wearing tonight?"

"no, i just went to the shop to get groceries, so of course not."

"thats what i thought."

you two blasted music on the way back to her house. you got there, helped he put the groceries away, and walked back to your house. you just chilled for about an hour before getting ready.

you hopped out of the shower, and called your friend.

"hey, y/n. whats up?" cay answered.

"nothing, i just wanted to ask if there was a specific timing we needed to be there?"

"nope, you just have to be there by nine."

"oh alright. see ya!"

you dried you hair, and got a cute dress your cousin had bought you at the mall. you were packing a bag and your best friend called you.

"hey y/bsf/n, why you callin me?"

"nothing, i just wanted to let you know im leaving soon. so get your bag ready."

"will do."

you finished packing, got a water bottle, went to the bathroom, and walked out to see y/bsf/n waiting in her car out-front of your house.

"hey bitch! get in, lets go!"

the two of you headed out, screaming about each others outfits.

you pulled into a huge driveway leading up to a mansion. of course, the popular kids cars were pulling in as you parked.

"oh hey y/n!" cay said behind you.

"hey!"

"well, welcome i guess? let me show you around."

he showed you around his friends house, as someone caught your eye.

you pointed towards some really cute guy in the corner, "hey cay, who is that?"

"oh him? thats jaehyun, hes one of my best friends."

"ok, thanks."

"no problem.

you and your friend walked away to get a drink from the bar they had.

"girllll you have good eyes." your friend teased.

"what do you mean?"

"that jaehyun dude was cute."

"i know right."

"you should go talk to him! your hot, hes hot, perfect relationship!"

"fine, i will. be right back."

"ok, ill be over here!"

you walked over to the boy you had been looking at for a bit and said hi.

"hey, thought i just let you know i think your hot." you winked, walking away.

he twirled you back around, "well, i would say those feelings are mutual then."

"oh? show me then."

"with pleasure."

he pulled you upstairs to a room somewhere in the back of the house, and locked the door behind him.

it was dark in the room, so you couldnt exactly see him, but when he turned the lights up, he was already completely naked. he had the best abs youd seen in a while. man did you get the worst butterflies. he got on top of you, and tore your clothes.

"your a little slut, arent you."

"maybe."

he snickered, kissing your jawline, going down to your stomach. he threw your legs to the side, kissing the inside of your thighs. he threw your legs on his shoulder, giving you kitten licks, teasing you. jaehyun let go of your legs to say something.

"i never got your name, sweetheart."

"y/n."

"y/n?"

"yup."

"cute."

he continued his teasing, but gave you zero warning that he was going to actually eat you out.

"jaehyun!"

"mhm?" he said, sending a wave of vibrations through your body, causing you to almost moan.

after a bit, he let go of your pussy, "moan loader baby." so of course, you did. the more noise you made, the more he smirked probably thinking you couldnt feel it. at some point he started using his tongue way more aggressively, so you grabbed his head pushing him deeper in your folds.

he suddenly let go, looking straight in your eyes.

"you cant cum yet. your turn."

he got to the side of the bed, pulled you closer to him, and shoved his dick straight in your mouth. beside gagging at first, you did your job perfectly by how he was reacting.

he pushed you down away from him, and got back on top of you.

"youre going to listen to daddy, right?"

you nodded.

"you will stay completely silent until i say so."

he lined his cock up with your core and slammed straight in you, filling you up. he immediately went in and out of you, leading to you making a bunch of noise. he put a hand around your neck to shut you up.

"you stay quiet, remember?"

you nodded, trying your best to stay quiet. there was a bunch of people coming up the stairs, probably looking for jaehyun.

"jaehyun?" one of his friends yelled from the end of the hallway.

what sounded like two people came up to the door, stopped and listened. you held your breath, but jaehyun on the other hand just continued.

"oh shit, hes blowing someones back out."

"yeah, already? the party just started. i wonder who it is." your friend cay said.

"dude. lets go ask around and see who were missing."

"yeah."

𝑜𝒽 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 , you thought to yourself. jay was going to figure out that your were being gut-fucked by his best friend, let alone, one of the most popular people in the building.

luckily as soon as your best friend heard people we're asking around, she texted you saying she'd be at the back of the house so she wouldn't get found out.

"oh shit!" you screamed.

the two of you reached your highs about the same time. all you felt was this warm liquid filling you up like crazy. he pulled out, picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. luckily he had brought you to bedroom that had a bathroom.

he cleaned you up first, cleaned himself up, and got you both dressed. jaehyun dragged you out of the bedroom, telling you to go to the back of the house after seeing your phone text message.

you ran down stairs, out the front door and saw your friend right on the side of the house.

"hey!" she yelled

"hi."

"so, how was it?"

"good, hes so hot oh my god."

"well, look who it is."

"hello, im jaehyun, y/n's new boyfriend."

you looked at him, confused.

"wait, wait, we never agreed to that." you sighed.

"we did now."

"ok, ill leave you guys alone, good bye." your friend ran back into the house.

"jaehyun, really?"

"what."

"ive known you for like fifteen minutes."

"a good fifteen minutes." he winked.

"jaehyun!"

you turned around to see cay yelling for jaehyun.

"hi?"

"im going to go over there." you whispered, pointing to the fence of the property.

"well, who was it?"

"who was what?"

"ya know, the chick you had in the room." cay said.

"oh, that? her." he pointed to you, causing you to look up.

"fucking seriously? ive been friends with her for a while and she never has hooked up with someone like you man."

"well i guess you can say hook up if you want."

"huh?"

jaehyun signaled you to come back over.

he wrapped his hand around your waist, "this is my girlfriend."

"uh, what? im so confused. havent you known each other for like 30 minutes?"

"yeah, but shes hot."

"alright, ive never seen that happen."

cay walked away, leaving the two of you to walk in together. you and jaehyun just drank all night, and went back to your house, eating and watching movies.

𝔞/𝔫: 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔪 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 :)

[rubberfuckey]

the party - jj maybank

a/n: omg ok hi!! this is my first smut so definitely please let me know what you think!! also it’s almost 4am so again if there are any mistakes i apologize, i tried to proofread as best as i could lol

words: 2.4k

warnings: smuuuut, pls wrap it bf you tap it

“jj, please!” you begged, you had been going back and forth about whether he would accompany you to this end of summer party your parents were forcing you to go to. you had asked a few times over the past month but now as it was getting closer you were running out of time to somehow convince him to be your date. 

“why are you so hellbent on me going? you know it’s not my thing” he said as he rolled his eyes. he had a point, and usually you wouldn’t be so nagging about something that clearly made him uncomfortable. truthfully you didn’t know why you were so desperate to get him to go with you, of course you’d love for him to go anywhere with you no questions asked, but you really wanted to have fun at this last party before school started again. it also didn’t help that you didn’t want to be stuck on the sidelines with your mom while all the other teenagers had someone to hang out with. any other time jj would do whatever you wanted with one look at your puppy dog eyes but he seemed to be sure of his decision for this event.

“fine.” you muttered, walking away from where he was standing in your kitchen. he followed you into your living room where you sat on your sofa flicking through movies on netflix trying to find one to distract you. 

“babe, please don’t be disappointed” he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “i’m just not the kind of guy who dresses up and makes small talk at those stupid parties, you know that.” 

you nodded, forcing a small smile through your lips “i know. it’s okay, it was stupid anyways.”

-

a week after that conversation, you had three days left until the party and you hadn’t brought it back up to jj. kiara was with you in your room as you tried on the dress you had just gotten back from getting alterations. 

“daaaamn y/n you look good as fuck!” she laughed as you did a little twirl in the long baby blue dress. 

“thanks kie! i just wish jj would come with me to see it for himself” you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. you really did feel pretty in the dress. 

before she could respond, your mom walked into your room “oh y/n it’s beautiful! you look so great, just wait until jj sees you!” after a year of dating, your mom had finally come around to the idea of her daughter dating a pogue, and actually really liked to have him around. your dad wasn’t in the picture, so it was nice to have the extra company for family dinners occasionally.

“mom he’s not coming, it’s just too kooky for him i guess.” you said shortly as you went into the bathroom to change back into your shorts and tank top. 

“well we can’t have that, can we?” she asked when she knew you were out of earshot, looking towards kiara who shook her head with a smile.

-

the day was finally here, but you were nowhere near excited to go anymore. your mom helped you style your hair as you checked your phone for like the twentieth time waiting for jj to text you back but he had been pretty quiet all day. 

“sweetie we’re going to have a great time tonight, just you and me! like a girls night out.” she smiled at you through the mirror. 

“you’re right mom, thank you” you returned the smile.

little did you know she had a little surprise for you waiting for you downstairs.

-

“ow get the fuck off my hair!” jj exclaimed as kie tried to push a comb through it. 

“shut up, jj! do you want y/n to be surprised or not? i still can’t believe you said no to her in the first place, that’s like unheard of” she joked, trying to straighten his tie. they were currently hiding in your downstairs bathroom waiting for you to come down. 

“yea because i really don’t want to do this,” he grumbled, reaching for the tie that she had just perfected, “but i want her to be happy.”

“it’ll be worth it once you see her.”

as if on cue, you walked down the stairs and saw kie on the couch acting as casual as possible. she jumped up and gave you a huge hug. it was weird being so dressed up, typically you just threw on a tank top or one of jj’s shirt and a pair of shorts with little to no makeup. 

“kie look at you, you look gorgeous! we look like real kooks now! maybe we should go full kook and leave the pogues behind us.” you joked.

“wow, im hurt y/n” you heard from behind you and you jumped around to see jj in a full suit holding a few pansies that he definitely picked from your mom’s flower box out front.

“jj, what the hell!”

“surprise baby! i’m here to be your knight in shining armor.” he said with a cheeky smile. you hugged him tightly and he kissed your forehead as he backed away from you to get a good look at you in your dress. his jaw just about fell open. “wow” he whispered like he was stunned. you blushed and looked down to your heels as his eyes stuck to you. he stood still, taking you all in completely forgetting about kiara and your mother in the room. you leaned up to kiss him, until you heard your mom and kie fake gagging in the background. you pulled away and giggled looking at your favorite people. as they turned away to start a conversation of their own, you looked back up to jj still in his arms, “you look so fucking beautiful” he said softly.

“and you look so fucking good in that suit,” lifting yourself up onto your tiptoes you whispered, “i can’t wait to take it off of you later”. you left a little kiss right under his ear as he blushed.

-

you had been at the party for about an hour now, and so far no kooks had caused any problems for you or jj and he seemed to be enjoying himself, or more so the food. as it started to get darker, you stood up in front of him to grab his hands and pull him to the dance floor. 

“no y/n, i’m here but dancing? that crosses the line.” he shook his head as he ate what had to be his fifth dinner roll of the night. your mom had left to go talk to some of her business associates and kiara was stuck sitting with her parents so it was just you two. you grabbed his hand back and slyly put it behind you, directly on your ass. “please j?” you smirked as his face lit up and he jumped up to drag you to the dance floor. 

as the song was changing to a slower one, you put your arms around his shoulder and his hadn’t moved from where you had them earlier. you laid your head on his shoulder and looked at him as best as you could.

“what made you change your mind about coming?”

“i saw how disappointed you were and i can’t let my girl down like that. and your mom told me if i didn’t come she’d try to set you up with a kook.” you couldn’t help but laugh at your mom's antics. she was truly the best mom you could’ve asked for and it made you happy to know that she liked jj as much as she did.

“i’m so in love with you” you say as you grabbed his face with both your hands. he leans down to kiss you softly but you bring him down to your height to deepen the kiss. wrapping your arms around his neck he lightly squeezes your ass, one of his hands moving up to the middle of your back to bring you even closer to him. you slipped your tongue into his mouth before he pulled away out of breath.

“let’s continue this somewhere else, okay?” he asked, bringing you back down to earth to see you were still around a whole crowd of people. grabbing his hand, you drag him away from the dance area not caring who saw. jj couldn’t help the smile on the face as he caught glimpses of adults looking over disapprovingly. as you walked into the cool air conditioning you looked for any room you could get him alone in.

“little eager, aren’t we?” the smirk was prominent on his face as he let you drag him into the bathroom and lock the door. this was different for you guys, typically jj was the one taking charge but seeing him here with you tonight, and in a suit nonetheless, was doing something to you that you couldn’t explain. you ignored his comment as you let him push you up against the door, kissing you roughly. you moaned as he forced his tongue into your mouth almost immediately and you reached up to run your hands through his hair. he grabbed at your hips, lifting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. you could feel his erection already against your leg. without breaking the intense kiss he carried you over to the counter of the sink, sitting you down and moving to leave kisses all over your neck. he started biting at the sensitive skin, causing you to moan before you stopped him.

“no marks, my mom’s our ride home.”

he nodded, going back to leaving open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and neck. you started to grab at his tie to loosen it and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor somewhere. his hands left your sides, teasingly making their way up your dress on your inner thighs. you grabbed his face to kiss him again and his fingers reached the waistband of your underwear, running along the lace band.

“jj, please” you whisper, desperate for any kind of touch he would give you.

“please what, baby?”

“touch me, i need you.”

he smiled as he dipped a single finger into you without warning. you moaned out of shock and made eye contact with him as he pulled his finger out to rub your clit in a painfully slow pace. he pulled your underwear down and out of your long dress. when he saw how desperate you were getting he picked up the pace, fingering you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. you didn’t try to hold the moans in as he leaned forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“fuck j, just like that” he could tell you were getting close as your moans turned into little whines and whimpers and he pulled his fingers out of you.

“you’re a dick” you muttered, only half meaning it

“taste yourself for me, princess” he said as he brought his fingers up to your mouth. you did what he said, not breaking the eye contact as you sucked his fingers, running your tongue against them. you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of you like this for him. you hopped off the counter and pushed him to lean against it where you just were. you pecked his lips before moving down to his jaw as you undid his belt and slid his pants and underwear down. getting down on your knees, you were quick to lick his tip, tasting his precum. he inhaled sharply at the feeling and reached down to grab at your hair. you grabbed his dick, licking the underside of it while looking up at him through your eyelashes. you slowly bobbed your head down, taking as much of him as you could as a string of cuss words left his mouth. you started to go faster as he grabbed your hair tighter, trying to fight the urge to fuck your mouth. you used your hand to jerk whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth until you relaxed your throat to take him all the way.

“fuck” he groaned almost too loudly as you shushed him.

“jj someone could hear.” you said trying to stifle a laugh as he grabbed you to have you return to your spot sitting on the counter. he pulled your dress up to bunch at your waist as he pulled you to the edge of the counter.

“you ready baby?” he looked deeply into you eyes as you nodded

“always”

he thrust into you quickly and deeply giving you a second to adjust as your moans mixed.

“move j,” you whined. he did exactly as you said and grabbed your hips roughly as he pounded in and out of you mercilessly. he put his head back in the corner of your neck and shoulder, moaning lowly. you gasped while your nails dug into the skin of his bare back. jj kept the same pace, making you see stars.

“fuck, y/n you’re so tight. i love you so fucking much.” you tried to respond but no coherent words were coming out so you just nodded. he pulled your leg higher up on his hip and brought you even closer to the edge of the sink, hitting a new spot in you almost bringing tears to your eyes.

“i’m so close baby” you panted, as he reached down to rub circles on your clit. that was all you needed to bring you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you.

“fuck” you cried out loudly, legs shaking against him as you dug your nails deeper which was sure to leave marks. 

he shushed you, "y/n someone could hear," he repeated back to you, teasingly.

feeling you cum against his dick was all jj needed to reach his own orgasm. he moaned in your ear loudly as he continued to thrust deeply into you, filling you with his cum. you both sat there quietly panting, coming down from your highs before he slowly pulled out of you and helped clean you up. he kissed you on your forehead before reaching down for his discarded shirt and tie. you quickly helped him tie it and you were out of the bathroom and walking back outside like nothing had even happened.

“maybe i should come to these parties with you much more often” he smiled, looking down to you as you nodded.

“told you so.” you replied cheekily as you walked over to kie to grab her to dance for the rest of the party.

[illfoandillfie]

Celebration Day

BxRxJ Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summery: Ben's birthday gift is as much a surprise for you as it is for him.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral sex (m receiving), nothing especially kinky,just some good ol’ fashioned birthday/reunion sex

Words: 2164

A/N: This wasn’t really planned. I knew I wanted to do more brj but I didn’t have any solid plans for it. And then the other day, while I was writing something else entirely, I had the sudden urge to do this piece. Technically this is for Ben’s bday but like well late lmao

Taglist:  @laedymoon��​  @dtfrogertaylor​​   @ezmina98​​  @vee-ndetta​​ @atomic-watermelon​​ @kellypenac​​ @labessieisallama​​ @deakyclicks​​ @jennyggggrrr​​ @drowseoftaylor​​  @hannafuckingsucks​​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​​ @queenmylovely​​ @supersonicfreddie​

It was two in the morning on the second of January when the text came through.

Joe: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNY 💕😘

Ben reached for it automatically, making you groan when you were forced to pull away from his chest before you’d finished the hickey you’d started. “Y’know if you’re not interested I can always go to sleep,” “Thought you said you were too tired to sleep,” Ben said distractedly as he typed a reply. “Well maybe I’ll just go watch Netflix then,” you pushed yourself up, swinging your leg back over Ben’s hips and making to slip out of the bed. Ben’s arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you back onto his lap as you squealed, “No need for that, I promise I’m very interested. You were saying something about a present?” “Finished flirting with your boyfriend then?” “I can flirt with him and make out with you at the same time, see, I’ll prove it,” with one hand he opened the camera on his phone as his other cupped your face and pulled you towards him. You giggled at the snap of the camera, letting Ben break the kiss to examine the photo. That’s how the last month and a half had gone, texts and emails and Skype sessions. It wasn’t easy but you made it work, kept up the habit of checking in with each other so you knew how everyone felt. Regular date nights happened over websites that let you sync up movies and telephone calls on speaker. One time Joe went to the MoMA and kept you and Ben on video chat the whole time, showing you everything he saw. It made the distance easier to bare though it couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. “Joe’s gonna love it,” he said softly as he sent it off, “or at the very least he’s going to be insanely jealous and come back sooner.” From outside the bedroom you heard a text alert. “Did I send it to you accidentally?” Ben asked, looking back down at the screen. “My phone’s right here,” “Well, shit. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Both you and Ben whipped your heads around at the sound of Joe’s voice, finding him standing in the doorway, his phone clutched in one hand, Ben’s spare key dangling from his finger. “What are you doing here?” “Who cares Ben, as long as he’s here.” Joe dropped his bag where he stood, letting the key and phone fall on top before rushing to the side of the bed. You wriggled out of Ben’s grasp, almost throwing yourself at Joe and kissing him hard. He sighed against your lips, hands falling to your waist and then sliding lower still. Ben cleared his throat behind you, “excuse you but I believe it’s my birthday,” “Sorry, honey,” Joe mumbled as he let you go. There was a half second pause as you stepped back and then suddenly Joe rushed forward and threw himself onto the bed, making Ben yell as all of Joe’s weight landed on his lap. “Still as clingy as ever,” Joe laughed before wrapping his arms around Ben’s neck and leaning in to kiss him too. You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in beside them.

“Seriously though,” Ben said, looking more than a little dazed, “What are you doing here? When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell us?” “I’m here because I missed you both too much to stay away any longer. I got back about, um, maybe an hour ago, bit longer I guess. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t get you a birthday present and I figured this could be it. I expected you’d be asleep when I sent the text, so I was going to crash in the other room and surprise you in the morning but then you replied. What are you both doing up so late?” “We might have spent most of the day sleeping off a couple of hangovers,” You said slyly, leaning your head against Ben’s shoulder. “I did wonder how you’d go today, both of you looked pretty plastered in some of those photos. Didn’t realise Lucy and Rami would throw such a rager.” “Yeah, it was fun,” Ben laughed, “but god today, yesterday rather, was awful.” “Not so awful now though?” “Definitely not.” “Good, especially since I seem to have interrupted something,” Joe pressed his finger against one of the marks you’d left there moments before. “Y’know, Joe, if you’d given me some warning you were coming home I could have prepared something special for both of you.” “Oh?” Joe looked at you questioningly, “You mean like a cake or something?” “Uhh, not quite,” Ben cocked an eyebrow and looked toward you, “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” “What? What’s she talking about?” “Well you have to admit this seems like the sort of occasion that would warrant…that kind of thing.” “You’d do that with us? I didn’t think you’d be into it,” “If you’d asked me a few months ago I would have thought the same thing but, I don’t know, guess I’ve been thinking about it a bit lately,” you shrugged, “but only if I had time to like get ready first.” “If one of you doesn’t explain soon I might just fuck off back to the US,” You laughed and shook your head, “double penetration, Joe, that’s what I was talking about.” Ben let out a bark of laughter at the sight of Joe’s stunned face, “So you were talking about what I thought you were talking about, good.” “Two things. Firstly,” Joe held up one finger, “Is this whole understanding each other with half a sentence to go off of thing something you’re going to be doing a lot? And two,” he put up a second finger, “Y/N, I love you.” “Well, like I said, it’s not happening right now,” “Doesn’t stop me from thinking you’re incredible for even suggesting it.” “There is something else I can do for you now though,” You pushed yourself up on your knees and shuffled to the end of the bed, holding out your hand to Joe in invitation to take the spot you’d just vacated. He obliged, glancing at Ben as he settled against the pillow, both of them smiling as you settled back on your knees. It was nice seeing them both again, back in the same place, the same room, the same bed. You took a breath to steady yourself, the pure joy of the moment threatening to overwhelm you. When you felt you’d calmed down enough you moved closer to them, between their legs, reaching forward to undo the fly of Joe’s pants. He was quick to kick them off, eager after so long away. For a moment both boys watched you, eyes glued to your lips when you let a string of saliva drip down, to your hand as you began pumping it over his shaft, spreading the spit from base to tip. Their breaths were shallow and audible. “Christ,” Joe groaned, head falling back against the pillow when you finally took him in your mouth, going slowly. Ben chuckled and propped himself up, “On any other birthday I’d complain about you getting more attention than me. But I think I can let it slide today.” Joe’s own laugh was muffled as Ben kissed him. You pulled up, one hand stroking Joe’s thigh softly, “Don’t worry Benny, haven’t forgotten you.” Ben groaned and broke the kiss as you pulled the waistband of his joggers down, much quicker to wrap your lips around his head. Joe took the opportunity to lift his shirt off over his head, grabbing the hem of Ben’s as soon as he was done. You brought one hand back to Joe’s cock as you took Ben a little deeper, listening for their groans and sighs of pleasure as their lips met once more. Alternating between the two of them, you bobbed your head over one and your hand over the other, taking them deeper each time, until the room was full of their moans, muffled by each other’s tongues, and your gags. Each time you came up for air and to switch, you would steal a glance at them, smiling to yourself at the way the looked when wrapped up in each other, their hair mussed, eyes closed, fingers grasping. If you took too long though one of them was sure to blindly reach for your head, pushing you back down. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to ignore how wet you were to focus on them instead.

And then Joe moved, slipped out of Ben’s reach, behind you. You pulled off of Ben, taking note of the fucked out, slightly stunned expression on his face as you turned to find Joe. “What’re you doing?” you half laughed, his fingers tickling your thighs as he pulled your pants down your legs slowly, “you didn’t finish yet.” He pulled you back against his chest, breath against your ear sending a shiver down your spine with every word, “As much as I love what you’re doing, and believe me I love it, I’ve been thinking about your pussy for weeks now. So, if you don’t mind…” he plucked the hem of your underwear. “S’pose I can accept that,” you turned your head so he could see your smile, which only got wider as he pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth and then a few more along your jaw. Shaking your head to bring yourself back to earth, you made to lean forward once more, intending on finishing what you’d started with Ben. Except that Ben moved too, pushing himself to his knees in front of you. His hands found your tits, squeezing them as Joe’s fingers slipped into you. Before you had time to register the changes, you were caught between them, three of Joe’s fingers pumping into you as Ben’s hands wandered over your body. “Ready?” Joe asked, receiving only a whine in response. He chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes,” and then you were holding onto Ben’s shoulders as Joe pushed into you, slowly working himself deeper. You’d known you missed Joe but feeling him like that, his breath coming in pants against the back of your neck, his hands holding you tightly, his hard length buried as deep in you as he could possibly get, you were hit by the sudden realisation of you how much you’d missed having him in this specific way. He held you differently than Ben did, fucked you differently. It wasn’t better or worse but it was different and you’d missed it so much. “You okay?” Ben asked softly, catching sight of your face. “I’m fucking wonderful,”

As soon as you told him to move Joe brought his hips back and then snapped them forward once more, building up a quick pace. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, back arching towards Ben as he plucked at your nipples. It was a far cry from the slow steady way you’d blown them. Distance had made Joe desperate and needy, fucking you fast, making you moan as he did everything to prove that time and space apart hadn’t made him forget what you liked. His fingers danced over your clit as he rammed into you. Not the slow, romantic night of passion you’d perhaps envisioned when you thought about Joe’s return, but still perfect in its own way. You came with a cry, Joe still rubbing your clit, though somewhat less consistently, as he finished too. You could feel his seed dripping out of you as he pulled out, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you deeply. You almost bit his tongue as you felt Ben push his cock between your legs, both of them working to adjust your position slightly to make it easier. You ended up with one leg draped over Joe’s arm, their steady support the only thing keeping you from collapsing on your slightly shaky leg. Joe moved his mouth to your neck, leaving marks down to your shoulders, occasionally pausing in his path to whisper dirty words into your ear. Ben’s thumb took over rubbing your clit until you fell over the edge again, swearing as you became too sensitive under the circles his thumb was making. He shifted his hand to your waist, holding you as he thrust into you, his own orgasm approaching. You clenched around him, unintentional, caused by Joe biting down on that particular spot, but it was enough to have Ben grunting through his release.

They let you go gently, making sure you were okay as you crawled up the bed and collapsed against the pillow, Ben stealing another kiss from Joe before they both joined you, Joe in the middle where both of you could reach him.

[littlesliceofmarvel]

Emotional Journey

Request/Synopsis: Peter helps you deal with a traumatic event.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, violence, death

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: im trying to get these out as soon as I can, my vacation is taking over my time. It’s tough, I’m sorry! Anywho, enjoy! xx

-

Nights like this were your favorite. When you’d take a day off from working and you could just enjoy exploring the city throughout the day and then enjoying the comfort of your apartment at night - to watch Netflix, of course. You’d run to the grocery store, pick up some snacks you knew you could pig out on, and then cocoon yourself up on the couch and probably watch some stupid rom-com and adding your own commentary track.

You rushed down the snack aisle, picking up some gummy bears and Doritos, throwing them into the grocery cart and making your way towards the cash, hoping to get home before it was dark. You pushed the cart at a dangerous pace, ignoring the glares that people were giving you.

You approached the counter and greeted the short elderly lady with a kind smile, “Good evening!”

She grinned up at you, curly white hair bopping slightly as she did so, “Hello, dear.” She started scanning your items one by one as you took your wallet out, ready to scurry on home and get in bed. You could practically hear it calling to you.

“Movie night?” She asked, eyeing your items as you took out your credit card.

You nodded, “You know me so well, Dolores.” She had been working here for as long as you could remember, and you were quick to discover she was the biggest sweetheart in the world. She told you that you reminded her of her granddaughter who was studying abroad in Europe, so you formed a connection with her immediately.

“I hope you enjoy, dear, I’ll see you soon.” She placed your items in your bag and gave you a smile. You took the bag and smiled back at her, about to reply when the sound of a loud voice cut you off.

“Give me your money, bitch!”

You turned your attention to the direction of the sound, your entire body freezing in place. A man with a black mask stood behind you, a small hand gun pointed in your direction. Fear washed over you as you looked into his dark eyes, his hand slightly trembling as he held the weapon.

“Oh-oh my god,” you stuttered, fingers shaking rapidly as you pulled out your purse to give him what he wanted. You had never been robbed or mugged before, so throwing all bravery out the window, you were going to give him your money.

Everyone in the store started rushing out, screaming and threatening to call the cops, but you couldn’t hear any of it. The sound of your blood rushing and heart pumping took over all of your senses as you pulled out your wallet with shaky fingers.

“Hurry the fuck up, I don’t have all day!” He shouted, bringing the gun closer to your face, the bile rising in your throat nearly making you gag. The thumping of your heart could be felt throughout your entire body and you wished more than anything that this wasn’t real

“H-Here,” you handed it to him and he lowered the gun slightly, taking it out of your hands. He opened it up and threw it on the ground.

“You only have $20?! Fuck that,” he stomped over and turned the gun away from you, making you relax. Until you noticed that the gun was now aimed at sweet Dolores behind the counter.

“Open the register, you old hag,” the man threatened. Your couldn’t think straight, and before you knew it, you threw yourself in between Dolores and the gun.

“Don’t hurt her!” Your voice cracked as you looked the man in the eyes. You regretted jumping in front of the gun, but seeing the look on Dolores’ face when he aimed it at her made you throw logic out the window.

He chuckled darkly, “Then move out of the way so this bitch can open the cash and give me my money.”

You reluctantly moved out of the way, eyes watering as you looked at Dolores who didn’t budge. The man kept his gun pointed at her, and although you could see the fear in her eyes, she held her ground and refused to open the cash register.

“Open it up or I’ll shoot you!” He exclaimed, waving his hand to emphasize his point.

Dolores gave him a sweet smile, “Sorry, dear. Can’t do that.” Alarms went off in your head and everything inside you screamed to run over to her and protect her, but your feet stayed cemented to the floor, not understanding why she wasn’t complying.

The man’s body stiffened and he squinted his eyes, placing his finger over the trigger. The next thing you knew, the deafening sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the store. You clasped your hands over your ears, keeping your eyes shut.

A loud thud sounded on the floor and you opened an eye, looking around to see what it was. Where Dolores was standing, her body was now collapsed on the ground, crimson blood pouring out of the wound on her chest.

“Oh my god,” your voice trembled as you looked to the lifeless body on the floor tiles, “Dolores!”

The man who shot her pulled back in a panic, muttering something about a mistake before he made his way towards the exit. You didn’t look back at him, your blurry vision set on the dead woman on the floor. You heard sudden shouting coming from the entrance but you couldn’t take your attention away from what you were looking at.

“Dolores, p-please wake up,” you shook her body, tears making their way down your cheeks. You felt helpless, defeated, as if you didn’t do enough to save her.

Her death was on you.

You broke down in tears, leaning against the counter to hold your body up. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why did this happen? She didn’t deserve this. Why her?

“Ma’am, um, is this the man who shot the lady?” You turned around and came face to face with a blurry red and blue figure. You rubbed your eyes with the back of your sleeves and managed to focus on who was in front of you.

You recognized him immediately, who wouldn’t? Spider-Man was the talk of the town. He was all over every news stand and local television channel. He held the man who shot Dolores in a firm grasp, small grunts escaping the killer’s mouth. Anger fled through your body but there was nothing you could do.

“Yes, s-sir,” you stuttered, looking back down to Dolores, her blood pooling almost to your feet by now. You sniffed, trying to hold back tears before turning back to face the hero. He nodded and forcefully dragged the man out of the room.

You knelt down, letting the guilt crumple your body. Everything in you felt like it was shaking, the pounding in your head being the only thing nailing you to reality right now.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, letting yourself try to absorb the situation at hand. You felt completely broken, violated, and shaken to your core. The fault seemed to fall on you. You didn’t carry your cash on you tonight, and because of that, the robber aimed his anger towards her.

“Um, hey,” an unsure voice came up behind you, “I don’t want to force you to leave, but there are medics here to take the body away.”

You turned your teary vision to Spider-Man standing behind you, clear discomfort in his stance.

You nodded, “Yeah, I should probably g-go home.”

Lifting your body off the ground felt like you were lifting a thousand bricks, the counter being your complete support system. Your heart felt heavier than ever, as if it were struggling to keep itself going.

“I’m really sorry,” the masked hero said, lowering his head.

“So am I.”

You followed him out of the store, not being able to look back at the paramedics covering Dolores’ body. As you stepped out into the cool autumn night air, the hero approached you once more.

“They don’t need questioning,” he muttered softly, “Let me walk you home.”

Too tired and distraught to argue, you nodded slowly. The flashing lights of police cars nearly blinded your vision and the dozens of reports already on the scene were giving you a headache - thankfully you turned a corner and went out of sight to head back to your apartment.

The usually busy streets seemed empty, and your steps were slower than usual, the hero next to you making sure to match your pace.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that,” he said quietly. He sounded young, not at all like the 30 year old man you thought Spider-Man was.

You gave him a sad smile, “I left without a scratch. It should have been me.” It was true. You believed that hou should have been the one to take the bullet instead. She has grandkids, family, a husband - you had no one.

The man stopped in his tracks, his head turned towards you, “Don’t say that.”

“What?” You scoffed, the tears stinging your eyes once more, “She didn’t deserve it.”

“She didn’t, you’re right. But it shouldn’t have been you either.” You let his words sink in, processing what he meant. The one thing you were sure of was that Dolores didn’t deserve what she got. At all. But you didn’t think you did either.

“You’re right,” you said softly, “Thanks for, uh, helping out back there.” He nodded, and even though you couldn’t see under the mask, you could tell he was smiling.

The rest of the walk to your apartment was relatively calm. The two of you talked about Dolores’ life. You didn’t feel like it was time to reminisce about her just yet, her death being too fresh, but talking about her seemed to take the blow out of your mind slightly. He asked about how you met her, her grandchildren, and a little bit about your own life as well.

He dropped you off at your place and bid you a goodnight, and despite the trauma that you experienced a little under an hour ago, his company had really helped you stay calm.

You walked into your apartment, flicking the lights on and standing in the middle of your bedroom letting the tears and sobs flow free once again. You crumpled down on your bed, curling into the cold bedsheets and hiding your face from the world. You wished more than anything that this was some twisted, messed up, psychotic dream - but it wasn’t.

You cried yourself to sleep, the usually peaceful dreams being taken over by the gruesome images you witnessed that night.

-

It had been two weeks since the event, and Spider-Man came by every day to check on you, usually in the evenings. You weren’t sure why he did, being an Avenger and having bigger responsibilities after all, but you weren’t complaining. He’d sometimes come by with goods he picked up from a bakery, knowing you were sheltering yourself away from the world and not taking care of yourself. You got to know who he was, his hobbies, his little quirks and personality traits that made him the respectable hero he was. You didn’t know who he was under the mask, but it wasn’t your business to know.

You had rejected his kindness at first, feeling as if you didn’t deserve it, but he didn’t give up. Every time he’d knock on your apartment window with a Starbucks cup in hand, you’d shut your drapes and leave the room, but you could only ignore his consistent knocking for so long, eventually letting him in and taking what he had to offer. You liked his company and the calmness that he brought you, and you were thankful he decided to stick around.

The nights were the worst. Your dreams were constantly filled with violent images, the person on the other side of the gun changing every night. Some nights, you were the one pulling the trigger. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, trembling, and unable to fall back asleep. No amount of medication or alcohol could lure the dark images out of your head to give you a couple hours of rest.

During the days, you sat on the couch, sometimes staring aimlessly out the window of your small Manhattan apartment. You didn’t eat as much, and you had quit your job to prevent going out completely. The only thing that actually kept you going and stable was the mysterious hero bringing you smoothies or muffins at some point throughout the day.

You didn’t understand why he cared so much about your well-being, surely he dealt with countless traumatized civilians, but he was one of the only things keeping you grounded - and for that, you’d gladly accept his care.

The day was slow, the rain pouring over the grey streets of the city as traffic piled up. You watched from your bedroom window, curled up in your bed as the sound of the rain reminded you of a lullaby, drowning out the voices of Friends on your TV. Your eyes stung, the lack of sleep playing into effect on another lazy Saturday morning.

Your peace was disrupted by the obnoxious sound of the doorbell. Rolling your eyes, you threw the blanket off of you as you made your way across the cold floor to your door.

Upon opening it, you came face to face with a boy about your age. Messy brown hair fell into his face, a small smile on his lips. Your eyes moved down to his hands - a coffee in one and a small brown paper bag in the other. You had never seen this guy before, so the unexpected presence caught you off guard.

Hiding behind your door to avoid showing this stranger the fact that you weren’t wearing pants, he seemed unaware of your state completely and he held that smile on his face.

“I - uh, I think you have the wrong place,” you cocked an eyebrow at him, ready to close the door when he came to the same realization.

He let out a small chuckle, “Y/N, it’s me.”

That voice sounded all too familiar and it clicked instantly in your head. Your eyes widened as you faced the young man in front of you.

“You’re spider man?!” he clasped a hand over your mouth after you shouted it out, pushing you back into the apartment and closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Shh! No one knows who I am!” He whispered, even once the door was closed.

“But you’re spider man! Woah, I didn’t think you’d be like, twelve,” you looked over him once again, realizing how young he actually looked.

“Twelve?” He asked in amusement, “I’m the same age as you. I’m Peter Parker.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bag from him, rushing back off to your room before he could stop you.

“Hey, not so fast,” he rushed after you, barging in once you were safely tucked under the blankets, analyzing the doughnut he had brought you. Sure, finding out your mystery hero’s identity was a big deal, but you didn’t know who he was in reality, so you couldn’t base him off of anything.

“C’mon, talk to me,” he mumbled quietly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed and placing the coffee he got you on the table next to your bed. You shook your head, thankful that his attention had now quickly turned to the heavy rain on the window.

“I like rain,” he said, smiling slightly.

“Me too,” you admitted, taking a bite of the sugary treat, not caring about the grains of sugar falling on your mattress.

“You need to get out of your apartment, it’s been two weeks,” he turned back to you, eyeing you as if you were broken glass being held together by a tiny piece of tape.

You shook your head, “No.”

Peter looked down at the ground, “This isn’t a healthy way to deal with grief.”

You shrugged, not wanting to look into his eyes, “I don’t care.”

You knew that letting yourself fall down this dark hole wasn’t healthy, but you couldn’t help it. Everything reminded you of what happened and any loud noise that happened down below brought you back to the sound of the gunshot.

“Y/N, please, let’s do something. Like a museum or whatever. Something outside of this apartment,” Peter’s face lit up at his own suggestion.

“No.”

“Come on, please?”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn,” Peter pouted, making you roll your eyes and throw your head back on the pillow.

“Fine!”

-

The museum was a breath of fresh air. The two of you walked around, viewing the centuries of art that lined the walls and the sculptures that illuminated rooms. You were a lover of the arts, so it was hard to stay focused on anything when your eyes constantly darted around the room.

Peter found you hilarious, your small complaints about the people with their flashes on to photograph the art, and the noisy kids running up and down the marble corridors. He found your comments entertaining, chuckling after each one.

For once, you found yourself not thinking about what had happened, and you enjoyed your time out of the apartment. You were thankful for Peter having been there for you the past two weeks as a masked identity, but this felt much more real now that you knew who he was.

“Thanks for getting me out of the apartment.” You smiled kindly at him as you took another bite of your pretzel, the sunshine finally breaking through the clouds as the two of you walked through the muddy Central Park.

“Hey, don’t thank me. I’m just glad I could help,” he shrugged, giving you a goofy grin.

“You’ve really helped. Thank you,” you said sincerely, making his cheeks flush a light pink. You giggled, turning back to your pretzel and taking another bite.

You felt a soft hand link with yours and give it a small squeeze before it was gone. You internally screamed, the overwhelming feeling of butterflies in your stomach making you almost vomit.

“Hey, how about we go check out a show tonight?” He asked, eyes lighting up as he viewed a sign for ‘The Lion King on Broadway.’

You nodded like an idiot, “I’d love to.”

There were a few things you were sure of. One, that the sky was blue. Two, that dealing with Dolores’ murder was going to be one of the hardest things you’d ever have to go through. And three, that you weren’t going to deal with it alone.

Peter stuck by you through the following weeks, attending Dolores’ funeral with you and helping you get a new job working with Mr Stark to prevent these things from happening to other people. Your job nearly took over your life from now on, but slowly and surely you put the pieces back together and with the help of Peter, it seemed everything was going to be okay.

[bastardsonofday]

OHKAY SO @rhyciensmut SENT ME AN ASK AND I LOST IT CUZ IM AN IDIOT BUT ANYWHO HERE IT IS

hi!! im not really sure if you're still taking these but rhycien + "you’ve had a rough day so let’s get in our PJs and watch a cute movie together and cuddle"?

Sure thing!

Prompt: hey you’ve had a rough day so let’s get in our PJs and watch a cute movie together and cuddle bUT IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC ALRIGHT

(Yeah you can still send me these if u want) (also i changed cute movies to cute tv shows and gilmore girls is a personal comfort show of mine)

Lucien lay on the floor of Feyre and Rhysand's dorm room to study. He was here and not his room because currently Vassa was entertaining some of her friends from her "Queens" roller derby team and they were.... a little intense to say the least. So he'd taken refuge at Feyre's like she always said he could.

Feyre herself was out on a date with Mor and she promises that Rhys would be late home anyway because of the Poli-Sci class of his doing some thing or another, so it would be quiet. Food was in the fridge and he was free to use her Netflix account.

Not that Lucien minded Rhys. In fact, they had become friends recently, and Lucien actually rather enjoyed hanging out with him. Too much, actually.

Way too much.

 And anyway, Lucien was busy. It was a good thing that Rhys would be out late, Lucien had a soc paper due and he couldn't have any distractions (also the reason he hadn't headed over to Cass & Az's place, though, albeit, Rhys was certainly a much more welcome distraction than the two of them).

Lucien turned on Criminal Minds as background noise and got to work.

Lucien hadn't realized how late it was until the door blew open and Rhys stormed through. Lucien jumped at the sudden noise and fumbled with the remote as he turned off the TV. "Oh. Hey Rhys."

Rhys glanced down at Lucien and a flash of surprise lit his face. "Lucien. What're you doing here?" He said in a way that was cold and harsh.

Lucien flinched. "Feyre said I could study- I'll leave if I'm disturbing you-"

Rhys' face softened immidately on seeing Lucien flinch. "No. Stay." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I was just- Today has been a bad day. Sorry if I'm a bitch tonight."

"Oh, that's okay. I was gonna just study anyway--no need to feel like you have to pay attention to me or anything." Lucien tapped gently out a sentance on the keyboard of his laptop as Rhys struggled out of his coat and scarves.

"Want to talk about it?" Lucien asked.

Rhys shook his head and sat down on the couch. He pulled a pillow up to his chest, resting his chin on it. "Not really." He muttered.

He glanced over at Lucien. "Paper for Spellcleaver's class?"

"Yeah."

"Heard he's a tough grader." Suddenly Rhys flushed and looked away. "Sorry." He mumbled. "You probably want to write in peace. I'll just go to my room-"

"Actually, I'm pretty much done. I've just got a few more line of the conclusion to write, but I can do that tomorrow." Lucien said. He saved and closed his laptop. "You don't have to leave. I was planning on sleeping over anyway so  what do you want to do to make you feel better?" Lucien asked.

"Don't make fun of me." Rhys warned.

"Would I ever?" Lucien asked retorhically because while they both knew he would under normal circumstances they also both knew he wouldn't at this very moment.

"I just kinda... want to sit here and watch fluffy tv shows... okay?"

Or well, knew Lucien wouldn't after he got one shot in. "Should we also paint each others nails?" Lucien teased.

"You said you weren't going to make fun of me!" Rhys whined, hitting Lucien gently on the arm.

Lucien chuckled. "That was the only one I get for the night. Promise." He tossed the remote over to Rhys. "Alright, slumber party it is. Pick a show and I'll see what junk food you have."

Lucien stood and walked over to the kitchenette when Rhys called "Feyre's got some Ben and Jerry's in the freezer!"

While Lucien grabbed a handful of crap-food from the kitchenette (Ben and Jerry's included) Rhys went to his room and changed into a pair of pajama booty-shorts he'd gotten as a gag gift from Mor (they read "Enemy of the State" across the butt, 'cuz he was a poli-sci major Mor had explained) and a sweatshirt. Lucien tossed him a bag of doritos and stuck a Plate of nachos into the toaster oven to cook while he took the oppertunity to change into pajamas as well. (His, however, proclaimed no discontentment towards the state of any kind).

By the time he was done so was their food and they settled down on the couch, nachos between them, as Rhys clicked on Gilmore Girls (currently his go-to feel good show). Rhys liked to yell at the characters when they did something stupid and loved the sense of humor. Lucien didn't feel much of one way or another about the show, but Rhys loved it. And He-

Nope. Not going there.

Lucien settled his eyes back on the TV, hoping the redness of his cheeks would fade before Rhys looked over.

Seven episodes, two nacho platters, three bags of chips, two hot chocolates, and a half a pint of ice cream later, Rhys and Lucien were curled up together on the couch, Rhys laying on Lucien's chest and Lucien trying really really hard not to be- well... hard.

Dead puppies. Professor Helion in a bikini. That time you accidently walked in on Eris. Naked Grandma. Amren.

Rhys shimmied slightly in Lucien's grasp, and Lucien caught his breath. He'd been trying so hard (really, he had to stop thinking about that word-) not to have a guest appendage apperance that he hadn't noticed the "Are you still watching" Netflix message. How long had that been up there? Why wasn't Rhys reaching to-

Oh. Lucien craned his neck around to see Rhys's face. Rhys had fallen asleep.

On Lucien.

So here Lucien was trapped. Until the end of his days. Not a bad way to go, Lucien thought absently as he restrained himself from brushing Rhys' hair from his face.

Lucien gently reached over Rhys and turned off the TV, careful not to wake him. He then settled back under Rhys, curling his arms tighter around Rhys's waist so he wouldn't fall off the couch and riskily place his head in the crook of Rhys' neck. His eyes flutter closed right as Rhys said groggily: "Lucien?"

"Hmm?" Lucien's heart pounded in his chest as Rhys shifted around, tired eyes blinking open, long thick eyelashes sweeping.

Lucien forgot how to breathe. And any luck he'd had preventing an erection was suddenly out the window.

"Thanks for tonight." He mumbled, yawning loudly. His eyes fluttered closed again, as if he couldn't keep them open anymore. "I know I-" he took a break to yawn again, "-interrupted your studying with my shit, but you've really made my day better. You're a good friend." He turned back around and settled back against Lucien.

Yeah, Lucien thought, heart crushed. Friend.

Lucien leaned his head back down against Rhys' neck and closed his eyes. He was just on the verge of sinking into sleep when could have sworn he'd heard Rhys breathe a slightly incoherent: "love you."

Lucien's heart skipped a beat as he said back, "love you too."

[brod-anthropology]

This weeks watch

-Twilight

banging, absolute masterpiece, the best one in the franchise.

-Rebecca

Incredibly good! It’s a classic story and they really stuck to it, they didn’t deviate too much and it was well acted. It was just really well done! The costumes were great and unexpected, like they were period accurate (as far as I can tell) but they weren’t the normal drab and dreary that they could’ve easily gone for. And honeslty OOF!! I could go on about how beautiful it was, the cinematography was *chefs kiss*. It helps that they had a great set but even so, the angles, the way they used colour and lighting, so good!!! Would defintily recommend.

-Megaconda

It was uhhh, interesting. Enjoyable. A classic in its own right, but maybe not the highest quality one. But no in all seriousness it’s not a serious film, it’s not even a B movie it’s like a C movie- but it’s fun! And that’s what counts, it was enjoyable and even if the camera work was terrible and the graphics, editing, acting, writing and story all left much to be desired you can’t really blame the film itself, it’s not serious and I enjoyed watching it!

-Sharknado

Now if we’re talking about masterpieces, you’ve found the right film. Alright camera quality, terrible continuity and downright awful but incredible acting, it’s the film of a generation. It’s fun and stupid and silly and it doesn’t really make sense, the plot is one entire plot hole but it’s enjoyable! The ridiculousness makes it worthwhile, if not for the terrible CGI and A+ plus action scenes. Really not a serious film but defintily a classic to watch, it really speaks for itself- it’s literally a film about a tornado full of sharks, what do you expect from a film with such a banging plot.

-Sharknado 2: the second one

It’s just Sharknado 2. That’s it. This time he’s in New York not LA and they try and give some backstory, but it’s just Sharknado 2. Actually I lied, Billy Ray Cyrus plays a surgeon for all of 4 minutes, and it’s the performance of his lifetime, and it’s not so painfully dominated by Cis White men (though they still have a govern, VERY heavy presence).

-Bearcano VS Nazi Sharks

Really, you don’t want to know. Not the best thing to ever be made.

-Black books

Classic! Favourite series! It’s about an Irish alcoholic who owns a bookshop and his best friend who runs a shop next door and the guy that he hired to help around, it’s a lot funnier than it sounds I promise, there’s nothing spectacular about the editing or the shots but it’s hilarious and it’s my favourite comedy series and defintily a comfort- the writing and visual gags are banging. it’s not particularly serious but has a certain early 2000s charm that I don’t think would be allowed to be written into a show nowadays. But yes! Bill bailey and Dylan Moran!

-Treasure Planet

Classic childhood film! Watched it with Ellie, she’d never seen it!! Honeslty I remember it being great as a kid and if anything it’s only better now I’m older and I get more of the references, I think it’s one of those hidden gems from that experimental period dreamworld and Disney had (you know like the prince of Egypt, Atlantis, ferngully, etc...). It’s just crazy cool! The attention to detail is amazing and so is the worldbuilding, the animation and cinematography is crazy and honeslty it deserves a live action remake so much more than the Lion King or the Jungle Book and you can’t convince me otherwise.

-the grinch

This is actually one of the few Christmas films I’ve seen and I watched it with Ellie whilst having our little farewell Christmas decoration meal thing together. It’s just a classic really, there’s not much to say- the costumes are amazing, I feel sorry for Jim Carrey for the hell he went through for that look, and the whole design of it is phenomenal.

-home alone

Never seen it before Ellie showed me and it’s surprisingly good! For some reason I’ve never seen it and my family avoided showing it to me but?? It’s not bad!! I see why people like it so much, I can imagine if you watched it when you were younger it would’ve had a real big nostalgia feel to it and it does stand the test of time fairly well. The writing is decent and the gags are funny, and it’s a bit of a feel good so it ticks all the boxes for an alright Christmas film.

-Staged

Very good! Another favourite! David tenant and Michael Sheen try and rehearse a play over zoom in lockdown, it’s very witty and well written and it’s very very cool to see how well they managed to work with the limited filming options and adapt it to actual zoom calls and such, like there’s very little in person bits and even then its clear that it was done on like a phone (or at least not a professional camera) and I just think it’s cool how well they managed to adapt a narrative to not only fit around how awkward working over video calls is but make the entire plot essentially be that. Plus I think its kind of a testament to how good the acting and writing/plot is, like the fact that it’s so good and about 85% of it happens via video calls just kind of shows that you don’t need flashy cameras and sets and costumes, they made it good just by focusing on the narrative and acting out what they could in character (I know they don’t play characters in the show but they’re like caricatures or characterised versions of themselves you know)

-the Christmas chronicles

Surprisingly! Another good Christmas film. Santa’s a bit if badass won’t lie, and it has very thing you need: Santa in a leather coat, an annoying brother sister duo, a car chase scene involving the police, a dead dad, and elves that look like if rats developed into humans and not primates. It’s really a festive classic. (I know this sounds scathing but this was actually quite an enjoyable watch it was just a very weird plot,internally the brother and sisters dad is dead and that’s killed the brothers Christmas spirit and then the sister decides to video record Santa on VHS even though it’s set in 2017 and then they accidentally stow away in his sled and cause him to crash, jeopardising Christmas- that’s the exact plot). It was actually well done, the kid actors weren’t the best but again they’re child actors but overall the plot was interesting and it was well choreographed and shot, it’s a Christmas film it’s not a masterpiece but it was enjoyable!

-Disenchantment

A rewatch but still good, thought the 3D perspective in 2D animation does make me queasy soemtimes but we’ll ignore that. It’s very funny and quite tongue in cheek but what do you expect from the dude who made the Simpson’s and futurama, it’s quite a smart play on merging modern culture and references into a fantasy medieval setting though sometimes it does come across like they’re trying too hard, but don’t we all try too hard sometimes. It’s well made, not incredible but it’s well thought out, well written and well planned and it’s a real fun and easy watch and Im rewatching it so clearly it’s at least alright

-Hilda

Incredibly good!!! So so good!!! Like I literally can’t sing the praise of this show enough! I ya on Netflix it’s like a kids animated show it’s about a girl and her pet deer fox and they move to the city, and it’s like her with her friends going on little adventures and being a scout and whatever except it’s set in a world where like folklore and stuff is real- it’s more Scandinavian folklore so it’s like giants and vittra and trolls and druegens but it’s so cool!! The writings kind of simple because it’s aimed for kids but it’s still solid and the plots are crazy cool, the characters are very loveable and oddly well-rounded and they develop as the show goes on, the storylines are also super cool and interesting and they have really good continuity. And I really can’t tell you how cute the animation is, it’s really simple and Patel but it works so well for the theme of the show and the actual sequences are so fluid and dynamic it’s so cool! Cannot even describe how much I love this show and how happy I am season 2 just came out!

[juneinsaturn]

“should we know us a little better” tag 📜

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 a couple people

i was tagged by @omgxiaoch​ (I love when you tag me in games like this. ♥)

THE LAST 1. Drink: guaraná juice (guaraná is a plant from Brazil. People do juice, syrup and even soda with guaraná’s fruit) 2. Phone call: my grandma (she was looking for her phone XD) 3. Text message: I’m talking with @laydrawit​ ♥ while I do this lol  4. Song i’ve listened to: The hole Shine Forever album repackage (Amen, Monsta X! XD) 5. Time you cried: hm... two days ago, I think

HAVE YOU 6. Dated someone twice: No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Almost, but thanks God, no \o 8. Been cheated on: No 9. Lost someone special: Yep 10. Been depressed: idk, but maybe something close to this (?) 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Thanks God, no XD 12-14. List three favorite colours: green, purple and black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. Made new friends: yes! Internet is a blessing \o/ 16. Fallen out of love: no (my bias count? lol) 17. Laughed until you cried: Yep, everytime I watch cat doing dumb things in videos, actually XD 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don’t remember 19. Met someone who changed you: I think every person you meet in life change you a bit, so yes ^u^ 20. Found out who your friends are: Yep 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Thanks God, no haha

GENERAL 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: idk, but most of them 23. Do you have any pets: Yep, 6 cats ;) 24. Do you want to change your name: No 25. What did you do for your last birthday: I go out with my family and best friend :D 26. What time do you wake up: I have insomnia, so it’s relative :c 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching AZE GAG from Mamamoo ♥ 28. Name something you can’t wait for: vacation haha 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: one hour ago, I guess 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My self-steem 31. What are you listening right now: Monsta X Shine Forever album repackage 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My self-steem and college lol 34. Most visited website: the holy trinity youtube, twitter and tumblr 35. Moles: I have a lot of freckles and this make me really lazy to count the moles right now sorry but I can guarantee you that I have more than 10 :3 36. Marks: I have one birthmark in the back of my right thigh, below my butt and my grandma says it looks like a bunny and three keloids, two in my left leg and one in my right thigh. 38. Hair color: natural ginger hair ♥ 39. Long or short hair: now is short because I did bc :3 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Im Changkyun lol 41. What do you like about yourself: the color of my hair and eyes, maybe :T 42. Piercings: Nope 43. Bloodtype: O+ 44. Nickname: Juh, July, J[ay] 45. Relationship status: Single ♥ 46. Zodiac: virgo 47. Pronouns: I never get this question e_e 48. Favorite TV Show: Criminal Minds, CSI, Castle, NCIS, Friends, We Bare Bears 49. Tattoos: I don’t have it... yet evil laugh 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: On my both feet because I was born with... I don’t know the name they give for it in english, but my feet were not straight :’D 52. Hair dyed in different color: Not now, but last year I dyed. Was an year using green, pink, lilac and blue. It was a happy year haha ♥ 53. Sport: When I was a kid I used to swim and play soccer 55. Vacation: me, my bed and netflix \o/ 56. Pair of trainers: idk, five? .-.

MORE GENERAL 57. Eating: nope 58. Drinking: nope 59. I’m about to: finish some college reports even if I don’t want to do anything related to college  for at least two months T_____T 61. Waiting for: dinner haha XD 62. Want: chocolate, vacations, Lee Minhyuk and Yoo Kihyun lol 63. Get married: Probably not XD 64. Career: I don’t know the term in english, but in Brazil we use “museóloga” for people who works in museum. I guess curator is the word who is the most closer of the brazilian meaning

WHICH IS BETTER 65.Hugs or kisses: both ♥ 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes ♥ 67. Shorter or taller: Everybody is taller for me lol  68. Older or younger: older, I guess 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice personality ;) 71. Sensitive or loud: idk ‘-’  72. Hookup or relationship: friendship ♥ 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: idk... again ‘-’

HAVE YOU EVER 74.Kissed a stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: Yep 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Thanks God, no (if I lose my glasses, I’m going to be kind of blind lol) 77. Turned someone down: maybe .-. 78. Sex on the first date: No 79. Broken someone’s heart: I have noooooo idea, honey ‘-’ 80. Had your heart broken: let’s say that my heart is kinda frozen XD 81. Been arrested: No ;) 82. Cried when someone died: Yes :c 83. Fallen for a friend: No 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 84. Yourself: That’s a no no haha :’D 85. Miracles: Yep 86. Love at first sight: No :3 (frozen heart, remember?) 87. Santa Claus: nope 88. Kiss on the first date: first date??? maybe, but I’ve never go out on dates lol 89. Angels: Yes ♥

OTHER 90. Current best friend’s name: well, I have more than one, but... Lena, Lulu, Carol, Lany and Yaya ♥ 91. Eye color: green but sometimes people say it’s blue or even gray but most of the time is green 92. Favorite movie: all Jurassic Park, Die Hard and Madagascar movies... (I have more, but I can’t remember all of them right now) 

❀ tagging: @kuroiyaya @gabirmmoura

[rigginsstreet]

@fredheads replied to your post “@fredheads replied to your post “why did none of yall tell me casting...”

I do!!! Is it on Netflix??? I was gagged when the trailer came out but I've been suffering through exams and forgot about it

yeah. im watching it right now. i just went on netflix to see if any good movies were up and i had an alert telling me this came out, i had completely forgot about it. theres a dude in here whos talking about bondage and bdsm because thats one of his jobs and im just like ???? ok ???? i dont understand anything happening lmao