#let's play pretend

[faithhearted]

@honorhearted

Philomena's excitement was infectious. Her breathy little gasps and squeals made his cock ache with arousal, pulsing between her walls as he slammed almost aggressively into her with increasing force. The table creaked beneath their combined weight, and his lips parted when her nails scraped the length of his back.

"Call me Mena."

Although the request wasn't anything too intimate or unusual, Benjamin felt yearned for, desired in her unspoken plea for a connection. "Mena," he echoed, his voice straining along with every thrust. Still circling her bud, he drove into her each time she gasped and moaned, her thighs quivering as she shouted at him to go harder.

A part of Benjamin was appalled. To be rough, quick, borderline violent wasn't his way; not when it came to womenfolk, since he believed them something to be cherished. Still, he wished to please her, keep her, so pinning her down more securely against the tabletop, Benjamin tilted her hips and drove into her with a renewed force.

Hair falling into his eyes, he panted and pounded into her more aggressively, his lashes lowering as he pleaded, "Mena..." Call me Ben. "Spend for me." Say that you love me.

He could feel himself pulsing between her walls, and catching his weight onto his palms, Benjamin groaned and jerked into her warmth, his release teetering along the edge of that all-too-familiar precipice. She wasn't Sarah, and yet a part of him still feared that she would soon rediscover her wits...that she would suddenly be repulsed and no longer wish to aid in his fabrication.

There was no satisfaction, no fun in keeping things so formal. If Mena was going to form a sensual connection with someone, she wanted it to be as authentic as possible -- regardless of how long the dalliance lasted.

Benjamin gasped, calling her by her nickname, and her body responded by shivering in pleasure, finding her climax with an ecstatic cry as she dug her nails into his back.

Once he'd spent himself inside her, she sighed, gratified by the warming sensation of his ardor between her thighs as her heat continued to throb from the intense friction it hadn't known in months.

"Ben..." she laughed breathlessly, cradling his face so she could better appraise him, "I'll bet you didn't see any of that coming when you invited me here today..."

[humming-fly]

The 2D vs 3D contrast of the sonic and shadow generation hubworlds cracks me up the more I think about it

Bonus:

[groovyfrog420]

say hello to Yo-yo, Plain Yogurt Cookie!

Yo-yo is my oc idea for Shadow Milk's little assistant. they can't speak but can communicate via cartoon sound effects! highly inspired by mimes

(they/them, he or she pronouns ok too)

more info bellow

image bellow is all of my inspirations for them :]] the design is visually simple, but that's on purpose - they're designed to be a background helper for all of SM's grand plans.

despite their looks, Yo-yo is surprsingly clever and amazing at organizing and planning, they're happy to do all the manual preparations so that SM's shows and schemes can all go smoothly!

long ago, their icing (/hair) used to be white, but that changed when they joined SM's side

SM somehow always understands everything when they "speak" (gesticulation and cartoon sound effects), but is still unaware that they physically can't say a word. He's convinced they're just a really, really good listener.

[cowardlykrow]

"Suck it, weeb-ass BEEETCH!"

Richie loses to Ruth. (She probably cheated)

[wistfulwatcher]

[brandileigh2003]

Well I decided to reread let's play pretend and it's made my night much better.

(except the whole no sleep thing... It might possibly be 421am... And I... Perhaps have to wake up in 3 hours... And I'm not sleepy...)

But back to the positve I am now giggling about wolfstar and wanting to baby talk to Harry and teddy

(special shout-out to the bra 😂)

Someone take my phone.

I'm literally just making myself sad

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Always room for seconds (dp x dc)

"There they go again," says Aunt Alicia as she looks at the hazmat-clad backs of her sister and her husband jumping into their mish-mash-of-a-van. "And on Thanksgiving too," she finishes to herself as she turns toward her niece and nephew. Neither of them look surprised, though Jazz is clearly more affected if the tick in her jaw is any indication.

"They promised," she practically spits but Danny just sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder. It seems to draw the fight out of Jazz a bit and she sags onto herself.

Alicia loves her sister but she can be so irresponsible sometimes.

"Come on kids, let's go back inside. It's about time to put the turk-" she stops short, then groans. Maddie had insisted on bringing the turkey on account of not wanting Alicia to go to all the trouble, and Alicia had agreed on the condition that her sister wouldn't try to make it. "...And the turkey is still in the van isn't it?"

Danny makes a face. "It's probably for the best. I'm pretty sure I saw it move on the way here."

Alicia doesn't let her head fall into her hands, but only just. Instead, she takes a deep breath to calm herself down to rally her thoughts. "Alright. It'll be too late by the time we drive to town and buy a new raw one, so we can just get some already made from the store. That good for you guys?"

Jazz and Danny make sounds of assent before all three of them pile up in the car. Town isn't too far away, and the trip is mostly silent. Alicia is hesitating over what to say to cheer up her niece and nephew. In the end, they pull up to the grocery store before she manages to come up with anything.

"Dad was also supposed to bring desert," Jazz mentions as she grabs a caddie and wheels it back to them.

"I made apple pie just in case," Alicia answers. Despite her dislike for him, she can admit that Jack Fenton is a generous man. However, as she has learned over the years, that generosity doesn't extend to fudge. Which is why she's got her famous apple pie ready to pop into the oven.

Danny nods relieved, as he files in behind his sister. The three of them are rolling past the frozen section when a familiar voice cuts through the store music.

"Alicia?"

At that, Alicia looks up to see the face of one and only Martha Kent. Her lips stretch into a smile unconsciously at the sight.

"Martha, hi," she answers as the other woman starts walking closer. "How are you?"

"I'm good," the other woman says as she stops in front of them. "Just doing some last-minute shopping." Then Martha looks to Danny and Jazz and gives them a smile. "And who might these two be?"

"This is Jazz and Danny," Alicia introduces them, "my niece and nephew. They're spending Thanksgiving up at the cabin with me."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Martha says sincerely. "You left your sister and her husband in charge of the turkey, then?" She winks.

Alicia winces. "Ah, not exactly."

"They had a work emergency," Jazz says, unhappy.

Martha lets out a sympathetic oh.

"That's why we're here," Alicia explains. "They left with the turkey without realizing, so we'll have to settle for store-bought this year."

Martha makes a noise of sympathy before her face shifts into something more pensive. "You know," she starts. "I've got a big turkey at home and there's only going to be my son and me to eat it. If you guys would like, we'd love to have you over to help us with it."

"Oh we couldn't possibly-" Alicia starts to protest but Martha takes a step forward and takes her hands.

"You'd be doing us a favour," Martha says, her hands still into Alicia's as she looks up earnestly at the redhead. And damn it all because Alicia can feel a blush spreading on her cheeks at that.

"Alright," Alicia says, too flustered to argue.

Martha squeezes her hands once before letting go and Alicia can't help but miss the warmth of them. "Then it's settled."

"Alright," repeats Alicia. "We'll have to swing back home, though. I made pie."

"That's wonderful!" Martha's smile is radiant and it makes something in Alicia's chest warm.

She disguises it with a cough before speaking up. "Is six thirty too early for you?"

"It's perfect. We'll be waiting for you then," Martha says. "And for your sister and her husband too, if they manage to tear themselves away from work."

"That's not likely," mumbles Danny under his breath. Uncharacteristically, Jazz doesn't say anything about her brother's manners, only putting her own hand on his shoulder. Martha catches Alicia's eye and they exchange a look.

"Well, we'll be glad to have you three, anywho," Martha states firmly which gets her a hesitant smile from Jazz.

Alicia clears her throat. "We'd better get going if we want to be ready in time."

"Oh yes," Martha agrees. "I have to make sure the turkey's not burning." Then she winks, and for some reason, Alicia can feel that pesky blush coming back. It's made worse by the shrewd look Jazz gives her.

"See you soon!" says Martha as she leaves.

"Bye," Alicia answers back a little weakly. Then she looks down to the ground and sighs. When she straightens her head, she's immediately on guard as she catches her niece's smug look.

"What?" Alicia asks warily.

"Is Martha single?" Jazz asks, with a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth face.

"Yeah," the older redhead answers slowly. "Why?"

"Just wanted to know," Jazz says innocently. And even Danny is looking at his sister suspiciously now. "since you've got a crush on her and all."

"I do no-I don't know what you're talking about!" Alicia protests though she feels her cheeks warming for the third time today.

And now Danny is starting to smirk too as he exchanges a look with his sister. "Oh," he starts as he looks towards Martha's disappearing figure. "This is going to be fun."

[icarusredwings]

Based on real life events.

Thinking about how serious play time is in the Wilson- Howlett household

Wade, laying on the floor: Alright, Doc whats your diagnosis? Please dont be cancer please dont be cancer please dont be cancer

Dr gabby with toy tools: Hm.... Yup. You have cancer.

Wade: GAAASSSPPP No!! This can't be! I had so many dreams!! I- *drimatically starts fake crying.* I have to call my husband!

Dr gabby: You better make it quick, its spreading.

Wade: *gets out his phone and actually calls Logan, fake tears in his eyes and everything.* Logan!

Logan, who now walks out to the livingroom, holding the phone: Why are you calling me inside the ho-

Wade: LOGAN!!! I-.... i have cancer..

Logan: .... yeah??

Wade: *sobs drimatically* Im so young!! What are we gonna do!! I need a hug!

Logan: *steps back with his hands up* nu-uh if I mess up my nails Laura is going to kill me.

Dr gabby: Well I can do surgery. And save you.

Wade: GAAASSPP I wont have cancer anymore? Oh please Dr. Gabby!

Dr. Gabby: lay down.

Wade: *lays down very still*

Dr gabby: *litsens to his stomach*

Wade, giggling: What are you doing Doc?

Dr. Gabby: Im checking on the baby.

Wade: Baby!?

Dr. Gabby: Yes.

Logan, looking betrayed: Why didn't you tell me!?

Wade, blushing: Im sorry honey I didn't know untill dr. Gabby took away all of my cancer!!

Gabby: actually you still have cancer everywhere.

Wade: Fuck-

Logan because he's more drimatic then people think: YoU SAID YOU WAS ON THE PILL!

Wade, giggling: IM SORRY!! I HAVE ADHD!! YOU KNOW I FORGET TO TAKE MY PILLS!

Logan: Well You and I both know that Dr gabby took away my balls last week SO IT CANT BE MINE!

Dr gabby: *giggles*

Wade, genuienly shocked he would go this far: IM SO SORRY!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME! 😳😭

Logan: Who's is it!? Hm!??

Al, with popcorn: I bet it was that Spider kid he hangs out with.

Logan: GAAASSSPP!! YOU SAID HE WAS JUST A FRIEND

Wade: 👁👄👁💧 wait wut

Laura:.. what the fuck is going on

Gabby: Papa cheated on daddy

Wade: I-I DID NOT!!! 🤨

Logan: I CANT BELIEVE THIS!! 😰 I thought you loved me!! *fake sobs*

Wade: NO WAIT! I DO!! COME BACK!!

Gabby:.... are they still playing pretend...?

Laura:.. I dont know anymore..

[superbat-lmao]

For all those skiing accidents Bruce gets into, he must have to actually go skiing a couple of times just for the press coverage.

And before he buys the Planet, Perry sends Clark out to do a piece on the skiing industry and hopefully get an interview with the walking safety hazard that is Bruce Wayne.

Or honestly, have them meet as civilians at any of Bruce’s extreme sport covers. Because galas are boring as fuck and I wanna see Brucie Wayne try and teach Clark Kent how to ski.

[dreamofbecoming]

listen i know we all love steve “completely ignorant of queer culture to the point that bisexuality is a surprise” harrington being roasted and educated in turns by robin and eddie, yadda yadda, good stuff. i read “they made a horror version of rocky?” in a fic recently and cackled. also a big fan of “he knew he was bi from the start and just never talked about it” as a trope, love it excellent well done

but what about steve who realizes after starcourt that the most important person in his life now has this thing that’s a major part of her life that he knows nothing about, and what if he fucks it up? what if he says something ignorant or rude by accident, and hurts her? what if he loses her because he didn’t know the right thing to say? what if he can’t keep her safe because he doesn’t know what to look out for? absolutely fucking not, this steve says

and listen she’d never say anything, because she can tell that he can tell how much she likes teasing him and teaching him things, so he plays dumb, and she thinks it’s very sweet. but she notices when the zines she keeps under her bed that she buys at that one secret bookshop in indy when she can sneak away on family trips start going missing, always one at a time, and replaced in a few days with another disappearing. and she finds the new ones he must have gone to buy the weekend she was at her aunt’s house hidden in the back of his closet when she goes to steal one of his sweaters. and she notices when he slips more of her queerer movie recommendations into his personal take home pile rather than the movie night stack when he thinks she’s not looking.

she doesn’t notice when he drives to indianapolis after she tries to explain to him why she can’t just ask out a cute girl, tries to impress on him the fear attached to every moment of attraction that he simply has never had to feel, but later she finds a crumpled receipt from a diner in one of his jacket pockets when she’s looking for his keys, and the address is across the street from the bar the gorgeous woman at the bookstore told her about, the one she memorized the address of but hasn’t worked up the guts to think about visiting, and she knows he must have gone looking for a place like that, must have been trying to understand, must have been scoping it out to make sure it was somewhere she could feel safe, after she told him she never had.

so when eddie nearly pops a blood vessel when they clock each other and she mentions that steve is the only person she’s ever come out to before, her hackles come up. because she gets it, she does, he’s only known king steve until recently, so it makes sense that he would be afraid, be concerned for her safety.

but steve is her person, and no one- no one- has ever made her feel as protected or as cared for as he does. no one has ever tried as hard to understand her, no one has ever put so much work into making her feel safe and seen and loved. and she thinks maybe even if no one else ever does, that’s ok. because she has steve, and more importantly steve has her, and that means no one gets to question his ally credentials in her presence without a dressing down to remember, no matter how well they mean or how recently they helped save the world.

(and maybe she’s not as surprised as she could be when he figures out bisexuality all on his own, because she’s been reading all the same pamphlets he has, after all. and she’s seen the way he looks at eddie, i mean come on. maybe no one else has noticed, but then, nobody knows steve harrington like she does.)

[lavampira]

d'alia + her turali outfits

[dykecubes]

I also feel the need to point out to any trsmp viewers who didn’t know that, before the qsmp, empires season 2 had the most canonical gay sex and mpreg despite being a family friendly server and, yes, a lot of it was because of sausage

[solifelessblog]

Henry and his thighs 😵‍💫

Please reblog, don’t repost :)

[mellosdrawings]

OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?

What have you unleashed?

(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)

Jamil

He shouldn’t be surprised.

Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.

Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.

A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.

So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.

Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-

Well…

He isn't surprised.

Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.

Vil

They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.

Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.

He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.

Suffering brings more views than success.

So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.

Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.

And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-

Vil cries himself to sleep.

Leona

It’s just sand.

Only sand.

For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.

Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.

Who cares.

Who fucking cares.

He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.

He might as well turn his own heart into sand.

It would hurt less.

[creative-robot]

I know The Founders Cut, generally, is the edited scrubbed over version of genloss from Showfall in-universe (as well as a not-8-hour-long-three-stream-binge-night whenever we want to watch it again) but something that struck me as odd and I haven’t seen anyone mention yet, is this warning

It shows up right at the junction where the third act starts, where it appears the Hero is breaking free of Showfall thanks to Hetch. But here’s the thing, while a LOT less than the previous acts the audience still played a significant role in this act, even when really only given two audience interaction choices. Which makes me wonder, how real is this warning, and who is it for? Obviously the audience involved knows what happens past this point, but the audience is also implied to be an integral part of the Social Experiments, which is part of why things start to tweak out when the Founder removes them in the Founder Cut as the Generation Loss generation loses.

My first thought, was that obviously this is another bait and switch, a way to draw the audiences attention, seeing something that’s secret, something that’s not “meant for them”, which is a tactic I could see Showfall using in universe to keep people’s attention and add an air of mystery to their shows.

But

Showfall is doing all their experiments and these shows with a LOT of help from their censors to show it off, displaying a fun silly show that is definitely not uber fucked up and that is 100% just slime don’t worry about it, it’s kid friendly if it’s green! And I don’t think they’d want to bet all their cards on this one experiment doing well enough to their audience to not question the sudden shift in tone that follows this warning. Which makes me wonder.

They did their test, they did their experiment, and the evidence of this last act? I think it was a one time run, they don’t want anyone seeing this, it isn’t for the audience. Act three is specifically to both test and play with their Hero, Hetch’s new lines add a level to this, never once does he call the Hero by their name, just refers to Ranboo as their Role, and he’s not exactly. Nice? About literally any of Ranboos concerns, which wouldn’t really seem conductive to making an audience trust him, especially with his monologue at the end. Ranboo has escaped before, possibly right before act 1 started, they tightened the security on his mask to be unremovably part of them, Hetch doesn’t like the Hero but they’re a fan favorite so he can’t just get rid of them.

Act three is the cumulation of Ranboo being punished for things they don’t remember, for daring to break free from Showfalls control, this is Hetch taking the Hero and essentially majorly fucking and manipulating them to take his frustration out on a fan favorite they can’t otherwise get rid of or give a smaller role like Slimecicle. which is exemplified by the fact that we now know Charlie most likely was never able to actually able to fully snap out of the control, that even in act three in panic and confusion there was at least still a part of him being influenced by Showfall.

So the first two acts are the usual show, they have their posters, they have Squiggles to introduce them, they have goofs and silliness and only a couple slip ups that’re quickly dealt with, the usual rose tinted curtains. Act three?

Do not watch the following material

[etirabys]

I feel like I have basically zero emotional baggage around dating, a mild amount around friendships, and an extraordinary amount about joining a D&D campaign. My personality is sufficiently similar to that of people who get really into D&D that I feel like I should try, but when I simulate it, my brain is like... sorry... I don't know if I'll ever be ready for that level of commitment & mental entanglement...