#moons approved post

[notyourmoon4528]

I'm back

I finally watched it and the verdict is out

Mom moons: 0/10 stars but 10/10 whenever wolverine was topless

Sister moon: 10/10 best movie ever

Brother moon: 10/10 eh it was a good movie

Moons moon: 9/10 no Deadpool wolverine kiss but I have a new obsession .

Give me a Cassandra Nova movie I loved her

[notyourmoon4528]

I want this

The Acolyte | Before The Stranger

[moongothic]

It is objectively at least a little funny to me when people draw Crocodile super muscular 'cause like, sure, his torso may be as wide as a brick wall, but y'all seen his arms and legs?

They're skinny as shit, this man has never lifted a thing in his entire life, he probably doesn't even know how to run. Like Oda can draw people with muscular limbs, this shit's intentional

[knife-filled-plushies]

Okay so...Bloodmoon.

Honestly, Bloodmoon is not my favorite character, but I still enjoy them a good bit. AND I also enjoy myself a good, complex story that I can follow and enjoy.

So the way the show has been taking the development of Bloodmoon is SEVERELY disappointing to me. It just-why would you bring back a character, give them character bits and trauma that could lead to a bigger story, and just try every trick in the book to try and make them appear shallow when you've actively given them chance for something other than a big, bad villain??? Why would you bring this character back and make them interesting for a story, only to direct your story to kill them again without doing anything properly substantial with them???

It just...it's disappointing because Bloodmoon is genuinely an extremely complex character that I am incredibly fascinated with. It just feels like the show is trying to make an exceptionally three-dimensional character appear one-dimensional and it's just not working. There's too many plotholes and it feels like they're rushing this story along and just using Bloodmoon as a narrative tool. Which is funny. Because that’s literally the trauma the showrunners developed in Bloodmoon.

Not to mention, the show seems to have a running theme of offering help once and then letting it be done once that character responds ‘no’. Of course they’re not going to accept help immediately! This is what they’ve been doing for a while and it’s what they’re used to! I didn't expect them to accept help and I still don't but that's mainly because the show hasn't given them much mercy at this point in time. Literally everyone wants to kill them. Of course they wouldn't accept help from someone who is working with people to kill them.

I’m just-disappointed because Bloodmoon is genuinely a good character that I enjoy. And if they kill them off again without having done anything proper with them, then my disappointment will increase tenfold. I never wanted a traditional redemption with them because it doesn’t feel right, but I wanted something.

[notyourmoon4528]

Respect.

Manny on The Stranger's costume (or lack thereof)

[cheapbourbon]

The doctor and the scoundrel…

[takekawa]

AGAIN.

[notyourmoon4528]

Beautiful

The Acolyte By Illustrator, Kim Jojo

[notyourmoon4528]

I've been depressed

So in one of my shopaholics worthy shopping sprees online I had ordered a journal and stencils

And it came today so I figured for my mental health I'll start journaling

I figured I'd start in September so the first page is

Tada

A calendar

I'll probably add more school related stuff but not now

I'm happy with it.

It's a hot mess even though I just had to trace

And I love how everything is over lapping

🤣

I'll eventually start drawing faces on each day cause

MOOD

I added stars to trace how many weeks I survive.

[love-at-first-blood]

Look at this lil cutie pie! Oh my FUCKING CHEESE CRACKER HE SO FUCKING CUTE! LOOK AT THAT EXPRESSION!

[vi-enti]

my friend bird deleted their tumblr app time to talk shit about her. first off, who makes a tumblr account in the year 2022 only to look at danganronpa content. claims they aren’t a kinnie but dyed her hair like gundham tanaka’s. also, white.

[notyourmoon4528]

I blame tic tok and Instagram

Everyone is having less Patience to watch longer shows.

Why watch 20 episode when you can only watch 8?

Why tell a 20 hour story when you can do it in 2?

Why watch a 5 minute tutorial when you can watch a 15 second one?

There's less Patience and less focus these days.

No one is able to sit still and focus long enough to watch a 20 hour story being told even if it's split into 20 part cause that's 16 parts more then they can focus long enough on

With all our technological advancements

We're loosing the magic that Television once brought.

The escape from our lives

The excitement of catching a show together with friends of family

The joy of making a weekly plan to only watch that one show with your loved ones

Now everyone is watching everything in short bursts

Watching the same things but separatly on their own devices

The joy of family viewing is gone and with it the golden age of television.

Also

Give me back the old superman and batman live action tv shows.

That was good viewing

So. The Acolyte is canceled.

Disney seems to not understand that cancelling a show after one season with an unfinishied story will lead to people never starting their tv series.

1. People will wait for at least 2 or 3 seasons otherwise they might never get a complete serie. And this will lead to even more cancellations.

2. We used to wait like 1 year for 20+ eps. Now it s like 8 eps every 1.5/2 years. Be serious people are tired (i mostly blame stranger things for this but yk).

[bellatrixnightshade]

THAT FEELING WHERE YOU WANT YOUR OWN AESTHETIC AND A CHANGE IN STYLE TO FIT YOU BUT YOU CAN'T BECAUSE OF HOME

[shakespeareofficialaccount]

anyway. i have more moons facts!

saturns biggest moon, titan, actually has an atmosphere, ice volcanoes, and ability to hold waterborne life!

- 🌕 anon

(its fine lol dw about it)

:D

Whoaaaaaa, that's awesome!! Thanks for the facts <3

[oflgtfol]

for the medicine cat half moon meeting. did they do it every half moon? because thats like once every 2 weeks. i feel like thats a lot lol

[venus-haze]

Power Play (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: So, you lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship. It happens all the time. Maybe not quite like this.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Crazy ass 80s Vought debauchery. I might be a little rusty, but it was fun getting back into writing readerfics after two months🖤 Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Power imbalance, cheating (Soldier Boy’s with Crimson Countess). Mentions of drug use. Soldier Boy is his own warning. Sexually explicit content involving elements of forced intox, semi-public sex, breeding kink.

You were dizzy. With Vought’s investor gala rapidly approaching, you spent the better part of your day camped out in your office, flipping back and forth through your rolodex to call and confirm catering, entertainment—you still couldn’t believe the board of directors actually approved Duran Duran’s booking fee—and transportation, off the top of your head. You already told Stan Edgar you were taking the following week off, which he had no qualms about—so long as the gala went off without a hitch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you were interrupted by a knock at your office door, which you’d left open in an effort to be available in the lead up to the event.

“Don’t tell me Edgar’s got you working tonight,” Soldier Boy said, walking in when he saw he had your attention.

“The most important night of the year is less than a week away and I still have a to-do list as long as your dick, so, yeah.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Must be pretty busy then.”

“How about you? Where’s Countess?” you asked.

Soldier Boy probably would have sought you out even if Crimson Countess were around, but from what you’d been hearing through Vought’s extensive grapevine, they were in yet another rough patch. Though, it seemed to you like their relationship was one long, extremely rough patch with some calm once in a blue moon. You weren’t afraid to admit to yourself that you ate up the gossip of their relationship like candy, especially when the other members of Payback—including Countess herself—would rant to Edgar about it. Since your office was right next to his, and most supes had little to no sense of subtlety, you could hear just about everything.

“She’s at one of those wildlife charity things, pandas or some bullshit.” He rolled his eyes. “Bitched at me because I wouldn’t go. She won’t be back until Friday.”

“Soldier Boy, I can’t just—“

“Sure you can. I mean, I’m technically your boss too, aren’t I?” he asked. “So, I say there’s no harm in taking a ten, fifteen minute break. Relieve some stress.”

You sighed. It had been a while since you actually got up from your desk. “Alright. Fifteen minutes, tops.”

He grinned. “Now we’re talking. You keep that minibar stocked?”

“Pick your poison.”

“Whiskey?”

“Sure.”

At least, you were pretty sure. The minibar in your office served as a nice gesture for the variety of people who’d come into your office for meetings related to all of the aspects of event planning you were in charge of. Over the past few weeks, though, you’d been reaching for bottles of whatever you could find to relieve the stress. Powdered your nose every so often, but tried not to make that a habit—not that you blamed your coworkers who did. Working at Vought was brutal and demanding, but hell, who else got to work with superheroes? Especially handsome, smarmy assholes who knew just how to fuck the lingering thoughts of any deadline or event planning out of your mind if you played your cards right. 

He handed you a shot glass. “What should we toast to?”

“To taking next week off.”

“Yeah? What’ve you got planned?”

You threw back your shot. “Nothing.”

“That’s no fun. How does a few days in Miami sound?”

You nearly scoffed. Of course he could make something like that happen on such short notice. For forty years running he was America’s superhero and Vought’s cash cow. After a night of schmoozing at the investor gala, he could very well clear out his schedule and fuck off for a week of sun, sand, and sex, too.

“I might need some convincing.”

“Then make yourself comfortable,” he said, walking back to the minibar to pour another shot for each of you. Almost comical, he’d have to drink the whole bottle and then some to feel the same way you did after two shots.

You glanced at the open door. “Someone might see.”

“Are you gonna make me repeat myself?”

Sparing the door one more glance, you worked at unbuttoning your blouse, tossing it aside. You shimmied out of your skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

“Heels stay on,” he said, his back to you. “Everything else off. Everything.”

With a hesitant huff, you unhooked your bra and pulled off your panties, throwing them in his direction when he turned around with the shot glasses. You made yourself comfortable on top of your desk, pushing some of your belongings aside to accommodate you.

He whistled lowly as you quickly finished off the second shot he gave you. “Look at you sitting pretty for me.” His green eyes burned a hole through you, though your gaze was fixed on the prominent bulge in his pants. He brought his shot glass to your lips. “Drink up, sweetheart.”

And you did, forcing the alcohol down as your vision blurred with tears at the unrelenting burning in the back of your throat. Felt some whiskey dripping from the corners of your mouth when you drained the shot glass. He collected the excess from your lips with his thumb, sucking it clean as he kept his eyes locked with yours.

“See how much fun we have together?” he asked, leaning over you until you laid back on top of your desk. “Could do that all next week.”

He kissed you, hard and mean like you needed him to. Perfect teeth that caught your bottom lip between them for a moment before releasing. Whiskey on his tongue that went to your head even though you knew he could hardly feel it. Rough hands feeling up your breasts, giving your nipples a harsh tug that made you moan in his mouth.

“You’re soaked,” he said, his voice husky as he rubbed his fingers between your slick folds with tantalizingly slow strokes. “If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.”

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“What was that?” 

You groaned in frustration. “Just fuck me already.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

His mouth was on yours again, nearly distracting you from the sound of a zipper, the your gut clenching in anticipation as he pulled his cock from his pants.

It’d been a while since you had to brace yourself to take him, but you were wet, and maybe a little more than tipsy, so your body gave little resistance when he slid his cock inside you. Though, if Soldier Boy were anything, it was a guy who took what he wanted anyway, giving you hardly a second to get used to the feeling of how his cock stretched your pussy before he was pounding into you with harsh, unforgiving thrusts that made you grip the edge of your desk. 

Sometimes you forgot how strong he was. Hell, so did he, and there was little else you could do but lay there and take what he gave you. In all honesty, it was nice letting someone else take charge after having to hold it together all day. Let him fuck the stress out of you and replace it with all the aches and bruises that came with having sex with the strongest man on earth. 

“Harder,” you forced out, pushing that damn rolodex onto the floor.

“I go any harder, I’m gonna break you in half, and I don’t wanna do that until I’ve got you locked away in a hotel room for a week.”

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“Whatever the fuck I want. Not like I don’t already.”

You moaned. “Soldier Boy—”

“I’m not pulling out, so you better be on the pill or say your damn prayers,” he growled, his hot breath kissing your skin. You were on the pill, but nevertheless your hips bucked at his words, pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh shit, you want that, don’t you?”

“Yes—oh my god!” you cried out, muscles cramping as your orgasm pulsed through you, pleasure stealing your breath, choking you gently enough to leave you dizzy. “Yesyesyes—fuck!” Your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode in your chest, especially as he kept mercilessly pounding into you, chasing his own release. 

He soon came with a groan, his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out, practically knocking the wind out of you with a particularly hard thrust. 

You felt empty and sticky when he pulled out, and you didn’t want to think about the poor soul who was gonna be cleaning the mess you and him left behind the following morning, because you sure as hell weren’t in any shape to clean up the cum that was leaking out of you and onto the floor.

You put your hands on your chest, trying to catch your breath as he stood over you. The guy hardly broke a sweat, and you felt like you just ran the New York City Marathon. Super stamina. God fucking bless America.

“Hey,” he said, waving his hand in front of your face. “You good?”

“Sure,” you managed to answer. “Except now I don’t know how I’m gonna walk out of here, let alone get home later.”

“The ride up to the 99th is quicker. And if you need more convincing about Miami—“

You pursed your lips, considering the work you still had left to do before you could reasonably call it a night. But you were tired, and admittedly drunk, and Soldier Boy was already hard again. “I might.”