#it really IS as slashy as that!

[sanguinarysanguinity]

#not to mention! #‘MY warrior’ and other forms of the possessive #mother fucker??? #and then the book ACTUALLY PULLED the ‘only one bed thing’ like please#I seriously thought y’all were over exaggerating the homoerotic tension and you were WERENT #if anything it was downplayed! #’my Achilles’ stfu man #and his whole ‘I’m really going to miss him I hope we meet again one day but I’m sure he doesn’t feel the same’ #JESUS Mary and JOSEPH son! #and yeah do I get why he dipped? of course. it makes sense for the story and his character #doesn’t mean I have to like it lol #man really stole this man’s clothes and left a farewell note omfg #HE DIDNT EVEN BREAK PAROLE BUT HE STILL LEFT A GOODBYE NOTE #i hate this book #it’s making me feel emotions #and I KNOW they’re gonna meet again - it’s literally a trilogy of books #but omg that reunion is gonna hurt isn’t it #if I were ewen I would ABSOLUTELY be pissed and freaking out! ofc I’m thinking he’s gonna snitch on us to the English! #oooh it’s juicy. and keith being such a lil bitch ribbing on ewen to get a rise out of him and then immediately apologising #this reads like fan fic in the best ways possible #and now we have to go back to England UHG #I will keep everyone updated whether you like it or not. likely not but fuck it #I need to have a little scream about this book #anyways #flight of the heron

Watching people scream in the tags about this book is one of my favourite things. :-D

Crying while reading The Flight of the Heron. Keith really is just out here calling Ewen “my Achilles” nine times in two pages

[starlightiing]

Petition to put the heart monitor back on Oscar (and toss one at Lando, too) and then just leave them alone together for a few minutes to tell jokes and giggle and just let the general public see how excited they make each other, the end.

[pretty-little-whorror]

Hi! Not sure if you’re really active on here but have would you ever write little blurbs or tiny pieces?? If so would you do one with post AoD/pre AvED Ash hooking up with the reader in the bathroom or in his car after meeting in a bar or something? If not you can just ignore this lol 😅

-🪽anon

Omg yeah my ass is on here my posting is just as consistent as gas prices. But I needed a flame under my ass to get me writing lmfao.

And of course a very happy Ash Wednesday for my girlies who celebrate

“Ah, shit” You cursed as your head knocked against the hard metal of the backside door. Ash chuckled above you as he helped you get situated in the backseat of his Delta.

“Oh c’mon baby, leave the cussin’ for the main event, huh?” He positioned himself over you, with one knee between your legs and his arms caging you on either side. You smiled back at him, shimmying down to prevent yourself from hitting your head again.

You ran your hands over the waffled texture of his Henley, your fingers playing with the undone buttons that previewed his sculpted chest. When he had been chatting you up in the bar, you hadn’t pinned him for a gym rat, but by no means were you complaining. He brought his lips down to yours and you felt the warmth of his left hand creep up your shirt; a stark contrast to the metallic cold of his right as he bunched your skirt above your hips to your waist. You gasped as you felt him cup your pussy over your panties, the thin fabric doing nothing to aide you from the sudden cool.

He leaned back to take a better look at what was hidden under your skirt, he smirked as he moved his dominant hand to play with the lace trim of your underwear. “A skirt that tiny and panties like this. Your lucky you found me so you could get the fucking you were looking for tonight baby.” His fingers slipped underneath the skimpy fabric, dancing over your clit before circling your doused entrance.

“Mhm,” He mused, running his fingers in feather-light movements over your core. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you got, sugar.”

“Fuck….” You sighed, being more careful as to not hit your head again. Ash’s lips traveled from your neck, to you chest down her stomach until he landed above your cunt

With a satisfied smile, he pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it gently before circling around it with increasing precision. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

He dove his tongue deeper, exploring every fold, crease and detail of your sex. He relished in the your taste and his movements became more determined.

As his tongue continued to lap at your pussy, his fingers moved back down to your entrance, sliding inside you and curling against just the right spot. The dual stimulation sent warm waves of pleasure throughout your increasingly needy body. You let out a needy whine as your hips involuntarily bucked up towards his face.

Ash groaned, relishing in your mewling and desperate movements; a sign he was doing everything right, not that he ever had any doubt he was doing anything wrong.

He increased the pressure of his tongue against your clit and changed the rhythm of his fingers to match, pushing deeper into you.

Your grip in his hair tightened as a welcome and familiar coil wound up in your core.

“Fucking hell, Ash”

You felt his mouth curl into a smile against your wet cunt in reaction to your whining. He gave one last kiss against your swollen clit before he made his way back up. Your mouth quickly found his again as you kissed him sloppily and desperately; your arms snaking around his neck and your nails gently digging into his back.

[the-slasher-files]

Enjoying life right now 😌

[tathrin]

This may not quite be the most explicit thing I've ever written, but I think it is definitely the smuttiest. Also, torture! And deception and manipulation and Sauron playing games of his own over Celebrimbor's head and definitely not having any feelings of his own in the process oh no this is all going very much according to plan thank you. All the things that make silvergifting a sweet, wholesome, family-friendly ship, right?

Right.

Anyway if you enjoy ridiculously unnecessary amounts of world building and don't mind a little bit of smut and torture in between info-dumps, please do go check out my submission for this year's My Slashy Valentines fic-exchange.

@Harp_of_Gold I am so sorry for all the info-dumping.

[baytadax]

When the sun shines we'll shine together

You know I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath I'm sticking out 'till the end

I have been obsessed with this song lately! It fits them so perfectly.

Hope someone enjoys my first Star Trek inspired artwork, I experimented with a completely different style and I quite like it!

[fujouppy]

now i gotta start doing imaginarium theater for my FUCKING WIFE . great

[castleinthemist]

like it's funny seeing drakengard and then looking over at drakengard 3 but it is really important to remember that nier is between those two and that's specifically why dod3 is like that

[buckets-and-trees]

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x curvy!female reader Word Count: 3.6k Summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Content Warnings: modern AU, smut, vaginal fingering, hand job, vaginal penetration, sex in a semi-public place

Logistical Notes: Another entry for @witchywithwhiskey's Slasher Summer Writing Challenge (drive in setting, dialogue prompt in bold/italics), a verrrrrry late entry for @bigtreefest Essie's Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration (public sex/trying not to get caught) (and shhh, Essie said I could be as late as December, but this is just/only Labor Day Weekend), and week 13 of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer (free week).

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You didn’t want to watch this scary movie. Scary movies were not your thing.

But you didn’t know that the local drive-in movie place was doing Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays - a double feature night with a different rom-com and slasher fic every week when you said yes to your stupid hot neighbor Bucky Barnes. He’d asked if you liked drive in movies and if you’d go with him, and you hadn’t thought even a second before accepting.

Bumping into him throughout the building since you’d moved in last spring, sure, it was problematic to have a crush on a neighbor, but he was stupid hot.

Which made you do stupid things - like accept a date with him.

You canceled plans that you’d already had in favor of this date.

Typically you weren’t a fan of movies as a first date, but since it was a drive in, not a theater, you’d have your own space and not bother anyone if you actually wanted to talk - but if for some reason stupid hot Bucky Barnes turned out to be a dud, you would also be able to tune into the movie without seeming totally rude.

Privacy? Yes. Good.

A little bit of talking? Also yes.

He’d picked you up in his big pick up truck, which meant at the drive in, he’d backed into the spot, and now you were in the bed of the truck on a camp mattress and blankets.

Things had been lovely for the first flick - which turned out to be one of your favorites. The two of you had chatted sporadically but easily throughout. There’d been a short intermission where the two of you took a walk, stretched your legs, and gotten some ice cream from the concession stand.

All of that had been lovely. Easy time with him.

It had allowed you to trick yourself into the false confidence that you could handle the other half of the double feature.

But the slasher fic had you jumpy, scooting closer and closer into Bucky’s chest, until now you had your face permanently half hidden against his chest.

Bucky chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you chirped. 

“Are you sure? We can leave, I really don’t mind, I’ve see this at least twenty times.”

“No, I’m - I’m fine,” you said quietly. 

He murmured your name against the crown of your head, planting a kiss there. “We don’t have to stay.”

But that little kiss? Being tucked cozily against him? Your whole body was humming with butterflies and warmth despite the cool evening summer breeze flitting over your skin.

“I’m safe here,” you hummed. 

Bucky ticked a finger under your chin and lifted your head up to look him in the face, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You sure about that?”

You giggled - genuinely but with a surge of nerves. “You’ll protect me.”

He smirked. “Only from everyone else.”

“Is that a threat?” You arched a brow and smirked. 

“It’s a promise,” he replied, lowering his voice, ducking closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. 

You shivered, and he chuckled and pulled you closer. You laughed into his chest, resting your hand lightly on his sternum. “Honestly, if you ever become an actor, don't ever do a slasher flick.”

He scoffed. “What? Why’s that? I’m not such a terrible actor!”

You looked back up at him and shook your head. “I’m not convinced. But also, I’d have to go see it, and clearly I wouldn’t be able to handle that experience.”

“Fine, I promise, I’ll tell the non-existent agent for the acting career I’m never pursuing that slashers are off the table.”

“Good.”

Bucky shifted to make both of you more comfortable. As he shifted, his strong arm tightened around you, pulling you even closer against his broad chest. You felt the warmth of his body enveloping you, a stark contrast to the cool night air. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns on your shoulder, sending tingles down your spine.

"You know," Bucky murmured, his lips brushing your ear, "I'm really glad you came out with me tonight."

You tilted your head to look up at him, taking in his chiseled jawline and those piercing blue eyes. "Me too," you whispered.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time - just spend time with you. But now you’re driving me crazy, and I can’t keep my hands off you."

Your breath hitched as his hand slowly slid down your arm, savoring every curve and dip. “Then don’t,” you responded. You slipped your leg up over his thigh, tangling your limbs together.

His touch was gentle yet purposeful, exploring the softness of your skin. You felt your pulse quicken as his fingers ghosted over the swell of your hip, squeezing lightly.

"I love how you feel," he whispered, his voice husky. "So soft, so perfect."

His hand continued its journey, caressing the generous curve of your waist. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, craving more. Bucky's fingers splayed across your stomach, appreciating the plush roundness there.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

Bucky's fingers danced up your arm, caressing the soft skin. He traced the curve of your shoulder, then along your collarbone. His touch was feather-light but left a trail of heat in its wake.

You tilted your head back to look at him, taking in his chiseled jawline and intense blue eyes. Bucky's gaze roamed over your face, lingering on your full lips before meeting your eyes again. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your flushed skin.

"You're so beautiful," Bucky reiterated, his eyes locked on yours.

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face. Time seemed to slow as he closed the distance between you. His lips brushed yours softly at first, tentative and questioning. You responded eagerly, pressing closer and parting your lips slightly.

Bucky took that as invitation to deepen the kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you flush against him. You melted into his embrace, savoring the feel of his firm body against yours.

The kiss grew more heated, tongues exploring as passion built between you. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and muscular back, marveling at the strength you felt there. Bucky's own hands weren't idle, caressing your curves with reverence.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Bucky rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips.

"Wow," you whispered.

He chuckled softly. "Wow is right."

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. You jumped, startled by the sound from the movie. Bucky chuckled against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"Sorry," you mumbled, feeling a heat creep up your neck.

"Don't be sorry," Bucky murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I think it's cute how jumpy you are."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Glad my terror is entertaining for you."

He grinned, pulling you closer. "Well, I do enjoy being your protector."

Another scream rang out from the movie, making you flinch. Bucky's arms tightened around you instinctively. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his warm, masculine scent. "I'm usually not this much of a scaredy-cat, I swear."

His chest rumbled with laughter. "Sure, sure. I believe you." His tone was teasing, but his arms stayed tight around you.

The score for the movie swelled and pursued a chilling tenor, making you tense. Bucky's hand came up to cup the back of your head, gently pressing your ear to his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat drowned out the sounds of the film.

"Better?" he murmured.

You nodded against him, feeling safer wrapped in his strong arms. "Much better."

His fingers combed through your hair soothingly. "You know, we could always make our own entertainment if the movie's too scary."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, eyebrow raised. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Bucky's eyes darkened as they roamed over your face. "I can think of a few ways to distract you from the movie."

His hand slid down your back, coming to rest on your hip. He gave a gentle squeeze, pulling you against him. Your breath hitched as you felt the hard planes of his body pressed against your softer curves.

"Oh?" you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Like what?"

Instead of answering, Bucky dipped his head and captured your lips in a searing kiss. This wasn't like the earlier kiss - soft and exploratory. This was heat and passion and barely restrained desire. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting and teasing. You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Bucky's hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of your lower back. You arched into him, craving more of his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck.

"God, you're driving me crazy," he murmured against your skin.

You tilted your head, giving him a quizzical look. This man you had categorized as stupid hot because he was so handsome it couldn’t be real seemed to be as gone for you as you were for him.

"I'm driving you crazy?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You're the one who's been making me lose my mind for months now."

Bucky pulled back slightly, his blue eyes searching your face. "Really?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

You nodded, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "Really. I've had a crush on you since the day I moved in. Why do you think I always seemed to be doing laundry at the same time as you?"

A slow grin spread across Bucky's face. "And here I thought I was the one making excuses to run into you."

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "Looks like we've both been idiots."

"Well," Bucky murmured, leaning in close again, "then we should make up for lost time, don't you think?"

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, hot and demanding. You melted into the kiss, savoring the feel of his strong body against yours. His hands roamed your curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your body arching against Bucky's. His hands roamed lower, cupping your ass and pulling you flush against him. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, sending a jolt of desire through you.

"Bucky," you gasped, breaking the kiss. "We're in public."

He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Don't worry. No one can see us back here."

To prove his point, he rolled you both so you were lying on your back, his body hovering over yours. The truck's high sides and the darkness of the drive-in lot provided a surprising amount of privacy.

Bucky's lips found your neck again, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You tilted your head, giving him better access as your hands slid under his shirt, exploring the hard planes of his abs.

"God, you feel amazing," you breathed.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. His hand slipped under your shirt, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You arched into his touch, craving more.

Bucky's large hand cupped your breast, kneading gently through the thin fabric of your bra. You gasped at the sensation, your body heating up despite the cool night air.

Suddenly, a loud crash from the movie made you jump. Bucky chuckled softly, pulling back to look at you.

"Still scared?" he teased, his thumb brushing over your nipple through your bra.

You shivered, both from his touch and the reminder of where you were. "Maybe a little," you admitted.

Bucky's eyes softened as he gazed down at you. "We can stop if you want," he murmured, his hand stilling on your breast.

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his face. "No, I don't want to stop. I just... I've never done anything like this before. In public, I mean."

He smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can just cuddle and watch the rest of the movie if you want."

You bit your lip, considering. The fear of getting caught was thrilling, but also nerve-wracking. But the way Bucky was looking at you, his blue eyes dark with desire, made you want to throw caution to the wind.

"I want you," you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss.

Bucky groaned into your mouth, his hand resuming its gentle kneading of your breast. You arched into his touch, your body humming with need. His other hand slid down your side, fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your lips.

“Mmhmm, please touch me, Bucky,” you pleaded, craving more.

Bucky's fingers deftly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. His hand slipped inside, cupping you through your underwear. You gasped at the contact, hips bucking up into his touch.

"So responsive," he murmured, nipping at your earlobe. "I love it."

His fingers rubbed slow circles over your clothed center, building the tension coiling in your belly. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, very aware of your surroundings despite the privacy of the truck bed.

Bucky's lips trailed down your neck as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear. You inhaled sharply as he made contact with your bare flesh, stroking through your folds.

"God, you're so wet already," he groaned against your collarbone.

You whimpered as he teased your entrance, gathering your arousal before circling your clit. Your hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was building.

"Bucky, please," you breathed, not even sure what you were begging for.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss as he slid his fingers through your slick folds. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he slowly pushed one finger inside you.

"Shh," he murmured, kissing you softly. "Gotta be quiet, remember?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short pants as he began to move his finger in and out. He added a second finger, stretching you deliciously. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing small circles that had you seeing stars.

Your hands gripped Bucky's broad shoulders as he worked you closer to the edge. The pleasure was building rapidly, your hips rocking against his skilled fingers. You buried your face in his neck, muffling your whimpers and gasps against his skin.

"That's it, sweetheart," Bucky murmured encouragingly. "Let go for me. I've got you."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. Combined with the steady pressure on your clit, it was quickly becoming too much.

"Bucky," you gasped, your body tensing. "I'm -"

"Come for me," he growled softly, increasing the pace of his fingers.

The coil of tension in your belly snapped. Waves of pleasure crashed over you as your orgasm hit. Bucky captured your lips in a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as you shuddered against him.

As you came down from your high, Bucky slowly withdrew his hand. You whimpered at the loss, feeling oversensitive and boneless. He pressed soft kisses to your face as you caught your breath.

Then he licked your slickness off his fingers, and your breath hitched as he groaned at the taste of you. Your hand trailed down his chest, palming the obvious bulge in his jeans. "What about you?" you asked.

Bucky groaned softly, hips bucking into your touch. "You don't have to-"

You cut him off with a kiss, your hand continuing to rub him through his jeans. "I want to," you murmured against his lips. "Please, let me make you feel good too."

Bucky groaned, his hips rocking into your touch. "God, yes," he breathed.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, suddenly feeling clumsy with anticipation. Bucky chuckled softly, reaching down to help you. Together, you managed to unfasten his jeans and push them down his hips.

You slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his hard length. Bucky hissed in pleasure, his head dropping to your shoulder. You stroked him slowly, marveling at how hot and thick he felt in your hand.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned softly. "Your hand feels so good."

Emboldened by his reaction, you increased your pace, twisting your wrist on the upstroke. Bucky's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into your grip. You could feel him throbbing in your hand, growing even harder if that was possible.

"Wait," Bucky gasped, gently grasping your wrist. "Not like this. I want to be inside you."

Your breath caught at his words, desire pooling low in your belly. "Yes," you breathed. "Please, Bucky."

He captured your lips in a searing kiss as his hands worked to push your jeans down your hips. You lifted your hips to help, shimmying out of the tight denim. Bucky's fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs as well.

The cool night air hit your heated skin, making you shiver. Bucky's warm hands ran up your thighs, parting them gently. He settled between your legs, his hard length pressing against your core.

Bucky reached for his wallet. You raised an eyebrow as he retrieved a condom.

"Presumptuous, weren't we?" you teased.

He chuckled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he tore it open. "More like hopeful. You sure about this?" he murmured, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, reaching for the condom and wrapping your legs around his waist. "I'm sure. I want you, Bucky." You took his stiff cock in your hands and rolled the condom down slowly over his length.

Then you laid back, and he guided his tip to your entrance. He groaned softly, capturing your lips in another kiss as he slowly pushed into you. You gasped at the stretch, your body accommodating his impressive size.

Bucky stilled once he was fully seated inside you, giving you time to adjust. You both moaned softly at the sensation of being so intimately connected. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck as you breathed through the initial stretch.

"You okay?" he murmured against your skin.

You nodded, running your hands down his muscular back. "Yeah, you can move."

Bucky started with slow, shallow thrusts, gradually building up speed and depth. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, very aware of your surroundings despite the privacy of the truck bed. The movie's soundtrack provided some cover, but you still tried to keep quiet.

"God, you feel amazing," Bucky groaned softly, his hips snapping against yours.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, changing the angle slightly. The new position had him hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. Your nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure built rapidly.

"Bucky," you whined.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers tracing a path down your stomach until they settled on your sensitive clit. The gentle pressure of his thumb against you sent sparks of pleasure through your body. "Come for me," he whispered in your ear, urging you on as he continued to stroke and tease your sex. You couldn't resist the sensations, and soon you were gasping and moaning in ecstasy, and he swallowed up as much of your sounds as he could with another kiss.

Bucky's movements became more erratic as he chased his own release. You clenched around him, still riding the waves of your orgasm. The added pressure pushed him over the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he came.

You held him close, running your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath. The sounds of the movie filtered back into your awareness - screams and dramatic music that seemed absurdly out of place now.

Bucky lifted his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. "That was..."

"Amazing," you finished for him, grinning.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before carefully pulling out. You whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling very exposed. Bucky noticed your discomfort and quickly helped you redress, then took care of himself.

Once you were both decent again, he pulled you back into his arms. You snuggled against his chest, feeling sated and content.

"So," Bucky murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, "I think it's safe to say this was a successful first date?"

You grinned and looked up at him. "I'd say so. Though I'm not sure how we're going to top this for date number two."

Bucky chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something. I've got plenty of ideas."

"Is that so?" you teased, trailing your fingers along his jawline. "Care to share?"

He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "How about I show you instead? Say, next Saturday?"

Your heart fluttered at the promise in his eyes. “Just no more slashers, deal?”

“Deal,” he chuckled, then sealed it the best way, tipping your chin up and capturing your lips in a kiss.

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[electronickingdomfox]

From Voyages of Imagination, by Jeff Ayers. Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath talk about their novel "The Price of the Phoenix":

They had a story to tell: “Once when we were having lunch with Bill [Shatner] and Leonard [Nimoy], Bill had read our then forthcoming novel The Price of the Phoenix in manuscript. Bill told Leonard, ‘I don’t know why Paramount is still looking for a script. Their novel, The Price of the Phoenix, should be the script for the Star Trek movie. It would give us a chance to play things no two actors have ever played before.’

Bill, Bill... BILL!! Did you really read The Price of the Phoenix!? The single most slashy ST novel ever published!? Where Spock mind-melds with a naked Kirk? And then Kirk rubs ointment on a naked Spock!? Did you really want to film that!!?

Unless.......

[thatwholethingwiththeduck]

"Comphet Nog" is not a canonical tag on a03 - YET - but omg he is so very that in 'Life Support'. We see Quark and other "typical" Ferengi men around women throughout the series + they are obnoxious but not the same way Nog is. They're dismissive of women but always clearly attracted. They LEER. Nog is just a jerk. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's trying so hard to act like he does, it is epic teenage bravado.

(He has so clearly never kissed a girl. Meanwhile he's giving advice to Jake, who by this point has had a whole relationship with a hot, smart Dabo girl.)

And then in the very next episode ('Heart of Stone') we find out he's decided to join Starfleet. Because he doesn't want to end up like his father. But he can't be like his uncle, either - he's tried that and it's just got him into trouble with his best friend.

And once Nog is in Starfleet, he stops talking about "females" that way. The most significant exchange he has with a woman his own age is picking a fight with Jake's date ('It’s Only A Paper Moon'), which is to do with his PTSD (but could be read as slashy if you squint, esp as Jake really doesn't seem to get it, which is sad-making). Ezri is young + attractive enough for him to be into (Jake notes she's cute) but there's no trace of that there.

Nog's interest in feee-males is just not there. It's performative. Maybe he's gay, maybe he's ace, maybe he is something more complicated because alien sexuality, but as soon as he realizes it's okay to not be A Typical Ferengi Male, he eases up on it.

(He does ask that q about if the Earth guidebook will give him advice about women, 'Little Green Men', but that too feels like he's performing for other men + he drops it pretty quickly.)

(Anyway I wrote fic)

[lavitts]

Really jealous of swords.

I bet it feels so comfy getting resheathed after a fresh oiling. Like getting tucked in after a bubble bath.

I want to be wielded against a foe. Held firmly and with purpose. The sweat of my user on my grip. The blood of their enemies on my body.

And there's so many types, and they're all so good. They're all so pretty. They're all so deadly. And all in their own way.

Some are stabby, some are slashy, some are choppy. Some are light and needly. Some are hefty and broad. Heck, some are light and broad or hefty and needly. Gladius and estoc anyone?

They're so good. I love swords so much.

[kacievvbbbb]

Head Canon that Mihawk is kind of above average at using any weapon, especially slashy bladed ones, but he could make do passively with pretty much any weapon because a) he screams gifted kid and just generally has the vibe of someone with a natural propensity for weaponry b) he geniunly finds all weaponry fascinating and a big part of appreciating weapons is being able to adequately use them. c) I just want to see him use a bow and arrow pretty accurately.

But the real reason is because he can’t throw a punch for the life of him and this is his way of overcompensating for that fact. I also just think Shanks teaching Mihawk, perfection personified, something that he’s completely, embarrassingly horrible at is really funny.

Because he was raised by some of the best pirates in the game and regularly witnessed one Vice Admiral Garp, the king of bar brawling, at work. Shanks is a master of the very the subtle art of throwing hands.

He takes Mihawk into bars for a little friendly brawling and because Mihawk takes to brawling like a penguin does to flying, Shanks has to physically restrain him from slaughtering everyone in the bar for baring witness to his flailing. Shanks thinks it’s adorable you know besides the murder. 👀

[melonteee]

what if kuma was actually terriblebat getting a read on people and ended up sending the strawhats to all the wrong locations? idk who gets swapped with who i just think itd be really funny if sanji got sent to mihawks castle and was like 'oh fuck this' when the swordsman finally shows. then he asks mihawk to train him cuz fuck it, hes here, might as well. plus itll piss the marimo off. mihawk goes from 'eh' to trying to poach him after one meal 'how long did you say youd be staying again?' or zoro getting sent to tequila wolf and just going slashy slashy, ruining the revo armys plan.

I stand by if Sanji got sent to Mihawk they'd just garden and drink wine together every day constantly. Mihawk is so relieved at being sent someone who actually appreciates both his expensive wine and his produce LMAO

[the-slasher-files]

So sorry if this is weird, but I'm trying to start on my own health journey and I just wanted to know if you were comfortable with saying what kind of activities/workouts/exercises you do? I don't know where to start :'(

Oh no no no! Not weird! It's definitely not something I talk about on here just because I try to keep it horror and cod related but I don't mind talking about any and all topics.

First of all, it's amazing that you want to start the journey! That takes a lot of courage to do so I'm proud of you for that.

As someone who has always had a very up and down relationship with health, it has only been this year when I started to really care about myself, mentally and physically. So far this year, I've lost probably close to 30 pounds, and I will be honest, 15 of those were lost due to severe relationship stress. In that time, I fell into a routine of walking for like an hour or 2 almost every day after work and on my days off. I felt the deep need to just get away and have me time, trying to exhaust myself slightly so that I could sleep soundly. Over time I turned it into running once I had my stamina up enough. Truthfully, I hate running, but it makes me feel good and the longer I do it the more I begin to feel comfortable and I'm learning to really enjoy it.

Also, for myself, I'm quite big carbonated drink person so I really had to cut back. I won't restrict or completely stop myself from having them, however I don't keep any in my home anymore except for redbull, which I've also switched up to sugar free.

A slow but steady method is the way to go in my opinion. And please take it easy on yourself. Progress isn't linear. If you need to just start with a 45 min walk 3 times a week then go for it! Find what is comfortable and what works for you. Easy exercise and small changes to your food is a great place to start.

I wish you all the best!!!

Also gonna add a photo from like a year ago vs recently:

[badskippy]

It just dawn on me … the three main kings from The Hobbit, have now come out as gay … Like Evans (Bard), Lee Pace (Thranduil), and Richard Armitage (Thorin).

Life really can imitate (Slashy) Art.