#male mentor

[lovebeautyvenus]

out of all the batfam, bruce's relationship with stephanie is genuinely the most interesting to me, because literally what is going on there? what are they doing? how do they feel about each other, like actually.

[zylphiacrowley]

Where on Etheirys is X'rhun Tia?

[thebestpartofwakingup]

When you realize a seemingly obvious candidate for cartoon nostalgia time skip fan art from your childhood is completely untapped online...

[greymantledlady]

'mEdiA liTEraCy iS dEAd'

~everyone currently blaming lesbians and sapphics for pointing out that killing two wlw characters in one season does, in fact, form part of a shitty pattern in media

[purpleleavesday]

RIP Mia you would have gotten along with Athena so well

[northerngoshawk]

the way changli told rover not to worry about her when she revealed going to mt firmament would shorten her lifespan

the way jinhsi was so willing to give up her life for jinzhou and its people

the way jinhsi told changli that changli taught her to stick to what was true even if it cost her her life

the way changli's expression shifted ever so subtly, as if realizing that perhaps not only did she pass her wisdom to jinhsi but also her disregard for her own life, however subconsciously

the way rover told jinhsi that they won't let her die

the way rover reached for changli as she turned to face the remnants of the tacet discords within the sonoro sphere

the way changli's expression became sad when rover told fuling to remember that people cared for her and wanted to see her live, perhaps coming to understand that she too had been living as if her life was something disposable for too long

i just think they're neat is all

[mswyrr]

i love agatha and wanda because they're complex women who are people -- and therefore they do genuinely morally grey or even outright wrong things. and they're in an operatic, comic book world, so the scope of their moral complexity is operatic too. it's great! they've both genuinely hurt other people and each other; i love it. i want to eat them both up with a spoon they're so delicious.

which is why -- i think it's kind of important that, though agatha might not have known exactly what was going to happen, she chose to flip from trying (futilely) to convince billy that she hadn't wanted to hurt alice to intentionally provoking him into losing it. intentionally provoking him into (as far as she and he knows) killing jen and lilia.

and she was pleased that he did, i believe -- people say she was simply being forgiving and full of maternal love in that scene where she's projecting all over him. but my take is different. i think she's pleased that there's someone like her; that she brought him to her level, down from the self-righteous pulpit he was condemning her from.

"you're just like you're mother" is agatha setting off a bomb she'd been keeping in reserve - on purpose. she's not that naive! she knows what happens when you make a maximoff witch blow up now. the whole "you have the same tell"/"and that is?"/"convenient for me" moment fits with this too.

i think they are going to have a complex mentor and mentee relationship more (as much as the mcu can stomach letting a woman be complex) like a platonic view of cooper and lucy on fallout than a loving mother and child relationship.

there's a dynamic, of cooper wanting to drag lucy down (or shove and push, if necessary) so he can prove that he wasn't somehow uniquely a bad person to fall. or where don on mad men was cruel to peggy because he saw himself in her; or how haymitch mentored katniss pretty roughly. someone with massive self-image issues and an addictive/damaged personality (a magical drunk/addict basically???) seeing themselves in you and *projecting* on you is not a comfortable or fun experience necessarily...

i can see elements of that at play here and i love it. we'll see how it turns out in coming weeks - but i think it's a valid interpretation right now that she's not just telling billy what her mother never said to her--being a good mother-- she's saying what she wants and needs to hear and she's, on some level, glad he's just like her now.

are we really supposed to believe that the centuries old master manipulator is totally on the back foot before a naive 16 year old from a very comfortable suburb who has never had to develop street smarts or much survival skills re: other people???

i don't think her not being a devoted mom to him makes her bad. i think it's part of how she's interesting. and it could be the foundation for a fascinating mentor/mentee relationship, which really shouldn't be simple and wholesome in such a situation if it's ic. it should feel earned -- and fraught -- and i am looking forward to that.

[sleepyboywrites]

@biascatry

I genuinely hope you see this, it says your blog doesn't exist in the search thing so here's hoping for the best that you get notified. But not only may you ask I am happy to deliver. :)

Denial is not a river in Egypt it's spelled differently

Masky is convinced that he hates you, ever since you joined the proxies he's been in nothing but constant annoyance and misery. The more he dwells on it the more he realizes it's all your fault.

You with your stupid hair that looks so soft, and eyes and laugh and smile. You and your infuriating pout and frown and tears. It's making his own job incredibly difficult, not to mention as the one who recruited you, you came to him for everything, he regrets it, he should've killed you. But somehow, some way, the thought of you dead was worse.

What was even worse than all of that was you were avoiding him, he used to have to beg you to leave him to his work, beg you to stop following him. But now it's been two weeks and he hasn't even seen you once and now you're hanging out with Toby? Toby, of all people, that's who you preferred over him. Hoodie he gets, Hoodie, if you warm him up to you enough is surprisingly sweet, but Toby? You were his recruit not Rodgers and that mood swinging maniac should be literally anywhere else than with you. You were annoying enough without Rodgers grubby hands on you and his annoying traits rubbing off on you.

He had given you a glare so intense and menacing hoping to deter you from Toby and back to him. Unfortunately for him the opposite occurred and soon you were sent on your first solo mission meaning he couldn't even keep an eye on you anymore. The entire house felt his rage. As he made sure it was filled with the screams of several unlucky contestants of torture playthings and anyone who brought him any form of paperwork would be horribly berated.

Eventually Toby approached him. "What's your fucking deal dick?"

Anger boils in his gut until he simply swung at Toby hitting him square in and breaking his nose.

"Feel better now? Why the fuck are you tormenting the entire house? We didn't even do anything to you." Toby didn't flinch, he figured his inability to feel pain is why he was sent to deal with him.

Masky shoved Toby aggressively away from him. "Why can't you keep your grubby little hands off of things that aren't yours. He's mine, was mine, is mine, and he isn't ready for a solo mission!" Masky hissed out through his gritted teeth. "Get to the fucking paramedic station."

"All this because you're worried about y/n? Dude c'mon. He's a big boy he can handle himself and doesn't need us looking over his shoulder all the time. Plus I taught him half of what he knows and you taught him the rest, he's fine." Toby rolled his eyes at Masky's tantrum over something so small.

"You shouldn't have taught him anything, you are reckless and careless and the reason he's going to come home hurt or not at all. I can't lose him okay I--" Masky cut himself off. "Go to the paramedic center now, before I take you there myself and throw you through their door."

Toby wiped more blood from his nose and shoved Masky away from towering over him. "Fine I'll go but maybe if you got over yourself and realized how you felt instead of making him feel inadequate and a burden he wouldn't have asked me for help to begin with." Toby said firmly staring at the masked man in front of him.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me, but what exactly are you implying?" Masky exclaimed infuriated as he picks Toby up by his collar.

"Jesus H Christ... Denial is more than a river in Egypt." Toby freed himself from Masky's grasp shooing his hands away as he left Masky's office. "Work yourself out man, stop taking it out on us cause your lover boy's out of town."

You returned a week later and were immediately requested to Masky's office, where surprisingly he hugged you, clinged to you practically. "You're safe, good." He'd then usher you behind closed doors and make you sit down offering you a meal. "We need to talk." Masky slid you a big stack of papers the second you sat down. "Sign these."

"What... Are these?" You'd ask thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. A look of disdain as you look at them.

"Consent forms, nothing too important. Sign." Masky said this the same way someone would talk about spam mail or permission slips.

"Oh, Consent forms." You almost signed absentmindedly before the words registered. "Consent forms for fucking what???"

"To be my assistant, permanently, meaning we do missions together and you are an extension of my authority as right hand to slender blah blah blah promotion, sign." Masky taps the stack of papers with his index. "...please."

"But you hate me? I don't want to bother you and I--" You began rambling and attempting to hand back the papers to Masky in refusal and you saw the other man's eyebrows furrow exasperatedly under his mask.

Masky took off his mask, his head in his hands, fingers entangled in his own hair as he looks up at you pleadingly. "Shut up, I don't hate you, quite the opposite sign. Please."

"THAT'S CODE FOR HE LOVES YOU AND WAS A MAJOR DICK WHEN YOU WENT SOLO CAUSE HE WAS WORRIED SO SIGN THE PAPERS" Toby's words were muffled from right outside the door but that didn't stop you from hearing and flushing red in a weird combination of confusion and awe.

"Shut it and scram Rodgers! These are private matters!" Masky hollers, sighing as he heard several scrambling footsteps before muttering lowly, "He wasn't wrong. I love you, I worry about you, so please. Please sign the paperwork."

[usuratongaychi]

kawababy + kashin koji forced sasuke and boruto to wear the stupid froggy suit

[fluorescentbrains]

in general i think attempts to psychoanalyze creators just based on their available body of work usually turn out to be bogus. that being said. anyone else think the knifepoint horror guy might be kinda scared of women

[zylphiacrowley]

RDM

[amelikos]

I am already a big enjoyer of Friede and Amethio's rivalry and dynamics in general, so if Crave turns out to be Amethio's father, I feel like this knowledge would reframe their rivalry in very interesting ways and give additional readings and perspectives..

[spicyicymeloncat]

Idk if this is a hot take but why is it always “Kai slaved away and worked his ass off to raise his sister” and never the other way round or them working hard together?

Like, I know he’s older but in the show, does he really… act older? Like if you think about Kai and Nya’s dynamic yknow? Because from my understanding:

When Kai and Nya are introduced we see Kai fail at making a sword and Nya being the one to chide him for it. Kai makes an overconfident statement about wanting to be a better blacksmith than his father. This suggests that one, Kai is rather rash as well as inexperienced (something that lines up with the rest of his character arc in the pots and also generally), with Nya being the more mature figure in contrast

Also just a note but in the shorts: “I can handle it!” “No you can’t, stupid”

Kai frequently being very good at neglecting people or things: leaving Lloyd at an arcade whilst being focused on finding samurai x, not even knowing samurai x was Nya or that she only did it because she felt left out by him, completely abandoning both Nya and Lloyd in s3 (and Ik he was going through it at the time, but in line with the fandom’s characterisation of him)

Kai in season 5: “After I lost my dad, I lost my way. But I was lucky to have my sister watch over me”

Generally, their dynamic isn’t one where Kai really provides for Nya at all. In fact, judging by the fact that Nya can make entire mechs and Kai struggled to make a sword, Nya was probably busting her ass to provide for Kai. And judging by the s5 quote, that’s probably true. I’m not saying Nya raised Kai, it just rubs me the wrong way when she’s treated like a decorative flourish to a narrative that paints Kai as a burnt out child who was forced to grow up too soon especially since that is such a mischaracterisation of him in the first place.

[sbd-laytall]

It's genuinely so heartwarming to see how so many people care so much about Miles because he's just so lovable.

Spider-Man (2016) #240

[jackinhofejr]

How the night ended:

And how it began...

It was Spring Weekend of my junior year.  We were inundated with visiting alumni, so brothers made themselves scarce while the old farts reminisced.  The Lonely Guys Room was usually closed because nobody wanted to take a chance that some 60-year-old alum would drop in to perv.

But this year Larry came to visit.  He was 29 and a Navy pilot.  And he was really easy on the eyes.  Dirty blond hair, green eyes, slim, 6’2”, and when he moved, you could see he was all muscle under his clothes. 

At the house party that night, he made discreet inquiries about the LGR.  When I heard this, I spread the word to select brothers that we would be convening in the LGR tonight, but to keep it on the DL, because it was invite-only.  And I appointed myself the inviter!

When 2am rolled around, the Lonely Guys sprinted upstairs!  Larry was staying in an empty room on one end of the hallway, and I lived at the other end with my fuckbuddy Keith.  We happened to leave our rooms for the LGR at the same time, so Keith and I got a preview of what was to come.  The various guys in the house were in different stages of physical maturity, but Larry was a full-grown man.  And his muscles ebbed and flowed as he strutted down the hall toward us. I heard Keith mumble a soft “Fuuuuuck!” as we walked.

Everything that happened before the crowd dwindled to just Larry, Keith, and I was vanilla foreplay, so I’ll skip it.  When it was just the three of us, Larry got a twinkle in his eye. 

“So do you guys have any…uh…toys we could play with?”  Keith was out the door, sprinting to our room without hesitation.  He came back with what he called his “Goody Bag”, which he handed to Larry.

Larry started rifling through it, pulling out things that met his approval.  He laid out blindfolds, gags, nipple clamps, cockrings, and of course, plentiful coils of rope.  He smiled as he surveyed the feast before him.

“Alright, here’s the rules.  No piss, no shit, no blood.  It’s 3am now, we’ll play til 6. First, you guys will tie me up.  Then do whatever you want until either I break free or 6am rolls around.  Sound good?”  That met with emphatic approval!

“But here’s the kicker.  If I get free, I tie you guys up and do whatever I want to you until 6am rolls around.”

I felt Keith shudder.  He loved the tying but had a phobia of being tied.  I reached for his hand.

“One condition.  If you get to tie us, you have to tie us together.”  Keith breathed a sigh of relief.

It took a second to click in Larry’s head that we were a couple, then he smiled and agreed.  He handed us each a roll of rope, and sat down as Keith and I went to work.

“Now make sure you do a good job boys, the longer it takes me to get free, the more fun you get to have!”

There was no way Larry was getting free with Keith tying the knots.  I knew this from experience.  The three of us were getting hard as we tied Larry up, making sure that his arms couldn’t move, and he couldn’t reach the knots on his legs.

Keith and I then spent the next hour exploring every inch, inside and out, of Larry’s body.  His abs were so goddamn lickable.  I was worried about the size of his cock at first, but it turns out he’s a show-er not a grow-er and it just stiffened without really extending.  And as for his musculature, it was just amazing to fuck a man with his mass.  Keith and I had to work together to throw him around.  He felt…powerful.  And that made fucking him so fucking hot.

I’m pretty sure Larry didn’t even make an effort to free himself for the first hour.  But much to our chagrin, he did somehow manage to squirm out of the knots on his bindings.  Keith and I had him in a spitroast at the time, so we were too distracted to notice he’d slipped the ropes off his wrists and ankles.  To his credit, he let us each get off before standing up and dangling the ropes in our faces.

“My turn boys!”  He walked around us a few times, musing about what he was going to do.  “Now give each other a big hug.  Nice and tight, bring it in.”  Larry then tied my hands behind Keith’s back and tied Keith’s hands behind mine.  “How’s that?  Comfy?” We both nodded.  Larry then tied a length of rope around our waists.  Then he laid us down on the bench and tied our four ankles together.

He stood back to watch for a moment as Keith and I began to grind our aching hard cocks together.

“I know what this needs.”  Keith was on top of me, so Larry reached between Keith’s legs and started moving our cocks.  He somehow angled them so that mine was between Keith’s legs and Keith’s was between mine.  It was snug, but not painful.  And then Larry went for the kill.  He grabbed a cockring and threaded all four of our balls into it.  Then he tied our knees together so there was no way to squirm our cocks out of that position.  Now as we ground into each other, the backstroke yanked our little boys.  It was exquisitely painful! 

“Oh no, that won’t do!  You’ll wake the whole house moaning like that!”  He grabbed two cockgags and fastened them on Keith and me. He started to taunt us to see who would be the first to lose control.  Spoiler alert, it was me! I didn't realize for another hour, but that's how Larry picked me as the target for his final torture.

Once I came, he climbed on top Keith.  “Looks like you need a little help getting off, Keith.  Let me massage your prostate.”  Keith let out a huge groan as Larry slid two lubed fingers in.  I knew that even hugging me, Keith was on the verge of panic being tied up, which I’m sure is what kept him from climaxing.  But Larry’s prostate massage seemed to be the distraction he needed.  I could feel Keith’s breath quickening, his squirms getting more uncontrolled.  And then Larry pulled his fingers out.  Keith let out an anguished cry into his gag at the denied orgasm.

“Actually Keith, I think you need something a little bigger in there.”  We watched as Larry lubed up his fully erect cock.  I could feel Keith taking deeper breaths.  And then Larry climbed on top of Keith on top of me.  I grunted from the added weight bearing down on me.  Keith let out a long slow moan as Larry carefully slipped his cock into Keith’s anxious hole.  Larry gave Keith a moment to adjust to his size, and then became possessed. He just started ramming himself into Keith ferociously. I watched Keith’s eyes roll back in his head as he lost his humanity and turned himself over to the animal.  With each of Larry’s thrusts, Keith’s hard cock jabbed between my legs, slicked with his natural lube.  To bring him closer, I squeezed my legs together as tightly as I could.  He grunted in between moans each time I did that. 

Before long, Keith hit his tipping point.  Larry could feel Keith stiffen and pulse around his cock and gave a last couple strong thrusts to bring himself off as well.

“Jesus boys, that was hot as fuck!’  We both moaned in agreement.  Larry nibbled on the back of Keith’s neck and then gave a final push before pulling out.  After a moment, I could feel his semen dripping down between my legs, mixing with my load and Keith’s load.  For some reason that kept me rock hard.

Larry climbed off of the top of the huddle and took a few swigs from a water bottle.  “Alright, I need a quick piss and I’ll be back.”  While he was gone, Keith and I struggled to talk through our gags.

“Thih ih ho hucking hot!” “Hair hah hith geh heen?” Larry came back from taking a leak and looked down at us as we strained to look up at him.

“You two are so goddamn cute!”  He then approached.  “Time to flip you guys over and give Jack some love!”  And he picked up the two of us and flipped us onto Keith’s back without breaking a sweat. “Oh man, looks like we made a mess down here.  I better clean that up.”  I expected him to grab one of our towels, but he bent down over me, spread my thighs apart, and just started lapping up our three loads.  It was my turn to grunt into my gag.  Then he proceeded to tongue-bathe my crack.  Which elicited another grunt from me.  And then for the first time in my life, I had a man’s tongue penetrate my asshole.  It was then clear that Larry hadn’t swallowed our loads.  He had collected them in his mouth to spit them into my chute!  It was unexpected, so I clenched and squealed, ejecting his tongue. Larry sat up and laughed.

“I probably should have warned you that was coming!  I couldn’t let that all go to waste.  I think that should be all the lube you need.”  And then he climbed on top of me and positioned himself.  I had never gone soft, and I could feel Keith’s cock hardening up again between my legs.  While Larry had been forceful and fast while fucking Keith, he was slow and methodical while fucking me, focusing on my pleasure rather than his own. Little did I know he was setting me up.

He laid his full weight on my back and I could feel his hot breath on my neck in time with his thrusts.  And each thrust slid slowly across my prostate.  It felt like he was angling such that the entire length of his cock rubbed it in and out, in and out.  Before too much longer, my entire body contracted, and I let out a low guttural scream, hugging Keith and hard as I could.  With that orgasm, I was sure I was spent.  But Larry kept up his slow pace.

After a few minutes, I could feel myself nearing completion once again as Larry kept going in and out, in and out.  My climax came, and my body shuddered, but after almost three hours of orgasms, the well had run dry.  I let out an exasperated moan.

“Yeeeaaah.” Still Larry kept his pace.  In and out, in and out.  And it dawned on me that this wasn’t about my pleasure at all.  He was going to torture me like this for the rest of the night.  I started to squirm under him.  “Oh yeah, Jack.  I think you get it now.”

He was moving at a pace too slow to get himself off.  I began to struggle more as I got closer and closer to my next orgasm.  And then I felt Keith laughing into his gag beneath me. 

He hadn’t come yet, but he finally realized what Larry was doing and started thrusting his cock between my legs more forcefully.  With the added illicit motivation, it didn’t take any time at all for Keith to blow his load.  That in turn triggered me, and I let out another scream into my gag as I had nothing left to ejaculate.

I now started to struggle against my bonds with a purpose.  I couldn’t take this anymore.  Still Larry kept it up.  In and out, in and out.  While struggling to escape, I’d actually gotten soft between Keith’s legs.  I think he realized it, because he turned my own trick against me and started squeezing his thighs together, matching Larry’s tempo.

As much as I hated it, and as much as I was struggling to get free, I could feel Jack Jr getting hard again.  I started struggling desperately to escape, as I was sandwiched between one man slowly rubbing my prostate and another slowly squeezing my cock.  They kept it up for what felt like an eternity before I heard my breath quickening.  Not again! I couldn’t get away from it.  My next orgasm hit, and as much as I tried and struggled and squeezed, I felt just one drop of cum drip from my dick.

That was it.  I was done.  I just collapsed on top of Keith, motionless except for my breathing.  My throat was hoarse from screaming. I couldn’t even moan anymore.  My submission sent Keith over the top.  I felt his cock pulsing between my legs.  And it was his turn to let out a guttural scream.  He clearly wasn’t dry like me because I could feel his semen dripping down my balls.

“And that, my new friends, is how you break a sub.”  Larry, now that he had accomplished his goal, started thrusting into me harder and faster to get himself off.  Meanwhile, I just laid there and took my stuffing like a Thanksgiving turkey.  When Larry came, it felt so hot inside me, like my rectum was burning up.  And then he pulled out and I felt…empty.

“Well guys, it’s 6am.  We better get out of here before people come in to shower.”  He removed our gags, but all Keith and I could do was keep breathing.  Then Larry unbound our knees, ankles, and balls before untying Keith’s wrists.  We then stood up so he could untie mine.  Still, Keith and I were breathless.

I flopped down on the bench.  My entire body was shaking with exhaustion. “I am going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.”  Larry and Keith laughed, as I rubbed the feeling back into my wrists.

Larry looked down at me.  “I hope I wasn’t too rough.  But that was a lot of fucking fun!”  Keith was packing his Goody Bag back up. I got a devilish grin across my face.  “So Larry, how long are you visiting?”

“Just one more night unfortunately.  I have to be back from leave on Monday.”

“Well shit.  You’re like heroin.  I’m already addicted!”

“We should see what trouble we can get ourselves into after recharging with a good night’s sleep.”  And with that, we headed to our separate ends of the hallway.  I stole one last glance down the hall before turning in.

[prolibytherium]

Absolutely death gripped clenched trying not to comment on reductive posts on ancient greek homosexual relationships