#im so used to it i don't even hone in on it or recognize it bc it's so common

[goldentigerfestival]

Knowing how much Yuri tics with "ma" and "oi" just fills me with life and joy.

[destinyc1020]

I dont follow kaia gerber and what not so I dont really have an opinion on her. If you say shes an opportunist why is that being framed in a negative light. Every up in coming celeb/infleuncer/ actor does whatever they can to get into places so as to deepen their networks and connections. Gerber is nepo baby so shes has access to places/events that get her with major alisters. Its the way it is, exposure means someone may pay attention to you and get you work.

I dont know I feel theirs alot of projection happening here, Im not saying shes not playing the long game but its very possible she just wanted to talk with zendaya just b/c she wanted to. I mean shes already got an in with top tier directors simply by being really close with freaking laura dern.

Nothing wrong with making connections and trying to be friendly and meet new ppl in the industry and whatnot. There's nothing wrong with networking at all, or even having higher goals for yourself. 😃✌🏾

What most ppl are having an issue with, however, is nepobabies (who ALREADY have an advantage over most actors in the industry) using "networking" and clout chasing (i.e. befriending certain people, dating certain people, calling the paps on themselves, and using "connections") to further advance their acting careers when they have no acting talent, instead of actually doing the hard work of getting acting lessons, starting from scratch (like most ppl do), and doing the gritty arduous steps of really honing your craft.

Case in point....

Zendaya has been acting since she was a KID okay.... Her first major film role was in Spiderman HOCO, and she only had like 5 lines lol. This was after being already in countless shows since she was a kid on TV. And she didn't have any rich family, or famous connections either.

Look.....Nobody would really care if Kaia were actually a GOOD actress. 🤷🏾‍♀️

But as sweet as she might be, she just comes across as kinda fake and disingenuous to me. It gives some people the impression that you're only getting closer to certain people in order to advance your own career.... I can't explain it, but it just comes off as not being genuine imo. Imo, she's more of a "clout chaser" than people swear JE is (or was). At least with JE, he can actually act and has decent acting skills.

She might be a sweet girl and all, but she seems like she's trying real hard to "network" her way up the career ladder and into the Hollywood acting sphere instead of just doing the actual work.... 👀

If she were doing the actual work to improve, we would have seen evidence of this a long time ago by now lol. 😅

It's already frustrating for some in that acting industry to have to work their tails off for years just to get recognized or acknowledged, and then to lose out to roles to someone who's a nepobaby like Kaia Gerber is just insulting lol.

I've said before, Hollywood is FULL of nepobabies. Nobody cares as long as you're actually talented. 🤷🏾‍♀️

It's not her being a nepobaby that's the problem.

That's like you working hard at your job for 20+ years and haven't been getting the recognition you deserve, but some young "newbie" who has rich parents and knows your boss comes in, and now is getting all of these new work and is now making strides faster than you have, even though she knows nothing about how to do the job. 🥴

Ijs.....

You don't have to agree though!

I think many of us have clocked her and her family's tea for years though lol, so that's why it's not a surprise to us lol 😆

[royalsunshinehotel]

so I just saw the green knight and ……. 😳🥵 imagine seducing gawain after he’s been traveling for so long & is touch starved and horny…,,, the yearning,,,.. the repeating “I want it” im still sweating give the man some coochie

What Can I Do? (Gawain x Reader, 18+)

Gawain was humiliated, and best of all, it was his own fault.

The young knight had typically treated himself in a careful way, especially after his encounter with the green knight. But when one's on a quest, things can slip through the cracks.

It happens, he knew it, but at the same time the pain of a hurt ankle overtook everything else, and he was just so mad about it.

Gringolot was irritated too in the pouring rain.

"Good boy, just a little further," urged Gawain as he tightened his heels on his horse. But the horse stopped dead.

"What is it?" Gawain carefully slid off the horse, and Grin used his head to point to a bright lie, cutting through the dark drizzle that held them both hostage.

"A house! Sharp eyes!" He praised, fully aware that he was talking to his horse. Half of it was the fact he'd been alone for seven days, and the fact that speaking with his closest friend, his horse only felt polite.

The two of them made their way through your murky front yard with relative ease, Gawain, in his typical fashion, walked around the back and put his horse in a vacant and dry-enough, looking barn.

Something shifted as he left Grin in the stall, and made his way around to the front door, groaning as he limped his way up the slipper stone stairs.

Only to have the heavy oak door swing open.

"Who goes there!" You screamed, making Gawain jump a step down on his bad ankle, bringing him to his knees. You were quite a fearsome sight in your nightclothes, wielding a gnarled stick you'd found in the woods that morning.

"Ah- It's just me! You have nothing to fear from me, my lady." You took in the stranger, a sopping mess of a man, slipping down to the base of your stairs. You tapped his shoulder with your stick.

"Do you swear?" You asked in the most grand voice you could muster. He was likely too cold to be a threat, but one could never be too careful.

"I swear!" he yelled, pushing his dark hair out of his face. The candlelight of your home didn't provide much illumination, but from what you saw it was an excellent face.

"Swear on the life of your horse!" You screamed, in spite of the howling winds.

"I love my horse! I swear!" He loves his horse. What a silly thing to say when you're begging for a room.

"Good...are you injured sir?" You took in his hunched position at the base of your stairs, and how the rain seemed to be pounding the man even more flat against he ground.

"I...am."

"What happened?" Maybe this wasn't the best time, but you needed to know if he would tell the truth.

'I was fighting a dragon! But then I tripped on a tree root."

"And the dragon didn't eat you?"

"He was too busy laughing, like the rest of the forest." There was an edge in his voice that you didn't recognize, but it was good enough.

"One night!" and with no ceremony, you stepped down the stone steps and wedged yourself under Gawain's arm and helped him up the stairs.

With little of your grace and well-honed poise, you dragged the man into the room and deposited him on your late father's favorite chair. Pulling back the bedsheets, you picked up how he was looking at you warily.

Why was he nervous? You were the one taking the risk!

"My Lady, where will you sleep?" He didn't want to be occupying your bed, but you laugh lightly. It reminded Gawain of bells.

"I'll be right here, I need to keep you warm, don't I?" He blinked at your words, "...In case of fever."

"Of course!"

"Sir, I'll pull out some clothes for you, and help you into bed. I doubt a bath at this hour would do either of us much good."

And you step away. The stranger nodded as he peeled off his soaking wet cloak, shirt and trousers. You were only still in the room to make sure that such a tall, formidable man didn't fall and injure himself even worse!

Grabbing your father's soft nightshirt, you remained with your eyes averted and hold out a hand to blindly hold the nightshirt.

You felt his eyes on you as he took it from your hand. You weren't sure if you liked the feel of his gaze or not.

When he cleared his throat, you turned back around and gave a wide smile, likely not something he'd want from a stranger, but he got it nonetheless.

"Allow me." You said as you pulled back the sheets, and held his freezing hand to help him balance into bed. His ankle, as you saw, would keep him here for the next few days at least, but nothing about the injury looked serious.

He lingers before letting go of your hand.

You go around the room and blow out one of the few candles you had lit, but he stops you before you reach the final, by his bed.

"Sir?" You asked softly, holding your breath as the stranger took your palm and raised it to his mouth in a chaste kiss.

Oh.

"Tell me that you need me."

"I need you." He said, holding your hand as if it was something delicate, and not a tool you use for labor.

"Are you cold?" You asked, even though you heard him plain.

"I'm cold." He needed someone, anyone, to crush him with their body weight, to hold him until he was home, or to just fuck him until his brain stopped working.

You, alone in this house, needed the same.

"What can I do?" You asked, tightening your grip on Gawain's hand, he simply leaned up and pressed his lips to yours.

You blink for a moment, before leaning back down to kiss him once more. This was going too fast, it didn't feel real.

Gawain pulled at your wrist, urging you to climb on top of him. You grinded your hips against his.

You gasped as you felt to large, cold hands grip at your ass, and pull you back.

The traveler gave you a dark look, hungry, as he tightened his grip on your hips.

"You want me?" You asked once more.

"I want you." He said as he pulled your hips up to his face. The sheer anticipation of knowing what his sharp nose might feel like on the softest part of you only gave you chills.

"Careful," you whisper as your injured knight placed you over his mouth, glazed expression hitting right to your core.

Who were you kidding, you were soaking for him. Your late mother, the former lady of this house had always taught you to be mannerly.

And you were nothing if not a good host.

Your guest dove into you, desperate and relentless, gripping your hips like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to his bed. His tongue flicked, he gulped and sucked, only getting more enthusiastic the more you wiggled and writhed above him.

You were thankful at that moment you'd put your guest in the bed that had a bedframe, so you could have something to cling on to while you rode his face.

"Can you breathe?" You asked, trying to hang above his mouth for a moment, but he just groaned in response, to substitute for a yes.

He pulled your hips up, and back down, the scratch of his beard earning a yelp of pleasure. You vaguely felt fingers enter your wetness as your guest saw fit to drink you dry.

You writhed, you moaned, you yelped, and he didn't let up. The handsome stranger was having his way with you, and you decided even if he was dangerous, it didn't quite matter.

You unravel into his mouth the same moment a white crack of lightening lit up the room.

He didn't let go of you for a second, he kept going. Just like a knight should.

But you were spent, boneless, and had given him exactly what he needed. It couldn't have been an accident that he'd wound up at your door while looking for the Holy Grail.

Gawain would wait until tomorrow to ask, now he just needed be near you

The traveler slowly lowered you down catching you tight against his chest. His heart was beating quickly, but it couldn't have been a match for yours.

Running a hand over your soft hair, he pulled the covers back, and slowly rolled to his side, holding you in his arms like you'd known each other for years.

"I..." you trailed off as his large, now-warm hands found their place on your stomach.

"I think I've been looking for you," said Gawain into your shoulder blades, "You should come back with me."

"I will." You reply, before letting the fog of sleep overtake you.

You still didn't know his name.

[actually-impostor]

Headcanon/Prompt: Logan cannot lie (because its false information and stuff) and the others are fully aware of this. Its also because of this reason that the other traits fear getting Logan angry as whatever he says while angry (you know how people say things they don't really mean) will always have some shade of truth that makes it all the more hurtful and he can't even deny it. It could also be a reason why he always tries to keep calm. (sorry for the long ask)

should i put this under a read more i wonder… also i was gonna write more but i like this ending

Rage clouds the mind

No pairings

Warning: physical fights,Patton cries, harsh words

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Logan wasannoyed. Thomas had had an increasingly bad day and being aware of it just madehim forget small things and have an even worse day. Anxiety was workingovertime, Patton was distressed to the point of tearing up, and Roman wasgetting more and more loud which was making Anxiety freak out, and that wasdistressing Patton even more, and honestly it was a vicious circle.

To makematters worse Anxiety and Roman had just now started fighting, an actual physicalfight where the royal side was the first to throw the punch and Anxiety hadavoided it thanks to “a healthy dose of paranoia” honed over the years. Thedarker trait had answered back by actually connecting a punch to the royalstomach and forcing him to double over.

Logan hadstepped in when he realized that Anxiety’s eyes were clouded with panic andadrenaline and he wasn’t recognizing Roman as Roman, the bespectacled traitcould see plain as a day that Anxiety was willing to actually hurt Roman in hispresent state of mind and had interfered when he saw Anxiety grab the royals hairand aim a knee to his face.

Thanks tohis intervention no one was hurt more than necessary, but now he had to dealwith a panicked Anxiety whose adrenaline still hadn’t reach manageable levels.Besides that Roman was now complaining that Anxiety “shouldn’t take things toofar” and Patton was curling in on himself trying to block out all the violence

“ENOUGH!”

The threemore emotionally based traits froze, Logan never yelled.

“I’ve hadit with all of you, you all think you are helping but now Thomas is in such afoul state that he probably would have to go back home without accomplishing anything”

Logan was fuming;they had a plan and everyone had agreed, no, they had promised to stick to it but now not even one of them could betrusted to calm down Thomas because not one of them was calm

“You!” Hepointed at Roman, Logan knew he should stay shut but… but he was so disappointed“Stop picking up fights with Anxiety just because you are too much of a cowardto accept that you are in the wrong. You go around pretending you are perfectbut the truth is you can’t even realize when you are being annoying”

“AndAnxiety! When I tell you to stop and to let me manage a situation is because I knowwhat’s better. Stop trying to protect Thomas to the point of hurting him; Iknow a part of you does so consciously. When everything is going bad we don’tneed your negativity”

He thenturned to the parental trait “Im incredibly disappointed on you Morality. Youare supposed to be what determines good vs. bad, but in the situation when youactually needed to pull forward and be a parent you hide and cowered and cried.That is never going to get us anywhere”

Aftergetting that out of his chest he left, he had to stay away from the others.After all, he too was agitated and it wouldn’t do for Thomas to be in analtered state of mind just because the representation of his Mind couldn’t keepcalm.

In thecommons the other three winced, it hurt to have the logical side throw theirfaults in their faces for the simple fact that Logan never lied. He sometimeswithheld information, but he never lied because “It’s illogical to make a falsestatement”. Roman coughed, Anxiety hiccupped and Patton sighed. They had messup, and it hurt.