#more drivel

[sunshine-luca]

"do you remember when we first met?"

The cargo bay’s cavernous space rang with the snarl of one very angry Scotsman.

Luca took it all in, standing on the gangway that looped around the higher levels. Lieutenant Commander Blake Ryan was putting the flight deck crew through their paces, inspecting all of their work on his precious ship. Luca would have been jealous of Ryan’s affection for the hunk of metal they all floated in, save for the fact that Ryan couldn’t exactly fuck the ship.

He watched on a bit longer, out of sight and out of the way. Ryan like this was breathtaking – he took no shit from the crew, held back exactly nothing about what he thought of them and their piss poor work ethics. He looked fucking beautiful too, his flight suit snug against his ass and sleeves rolled up to the elbows to expose the colourful skin of his forearms as jerked his hands and barked directions. It was no secret Luca loved Ryan’s ink, but he loved those finely corded muscles and wide, blunt hands just as much.

“What in god’s fookin’ name is taking so long?” Ryan bellowed at some hapless ensign. “If yer don’t get a move on, I'll batter ye! Ye 'mon then ya dick!”

Luca loved that too. The way Ryan’s distinct accent got thicker the more impassioned he got, the brighter his eyes sparked and the way his lone silver streak was threaded through reddish brown as he ran his hands restlessly through hair that was just starting to curl at the edges of his collar.

The crew scattered under another spray of furiously roared insults – Luca still struggled sometimes to understand the native earth accents and Ryan’s natural speech was thicker than most. He quickly gave up trying to decipher the individual meanings, instead just snickering quietly to himself when a terrified-looking cadet yelped in fright and was sent scurrying out the door.

That had been him once.

He waited until the room was mostly cleared and Ryan was alone, still muttering darkly under his breath as he shoved crates away from under the Kodiak’s battered nose before he trotted down the grated stairs and onto the deck.

Ryan sensed him instantly. The harsh lines of tension across his shoulders faded before he even turned around. “Hello, love.”

Luca grinned as he sidled up to his pilot, looping his arms around his waist from behind and squeezing his broad chest, rubbing his cheek against Ryan’s back. “How did you know it was me?”

Not happy with that position, Ryan unhooked Luca’s hands from around his waist and turned until they were face to face. The lines between his brows softened and so did his eyes.

His grip didn’t.

“Ye smell like caramel and cookies,” Ryan ground out, not hesitating to seize Luca’s waist and pull him close. Ryan ground their hips together. His grip on Luca’s ass was possessive and welcoming and Luca moaned a little into his mouth when he felt that bulge expand. “Of course, I ken it was you.”

“I do not,” Luca protested weakly, a little too late. Ryan’s mouth latched onto his neck, gently sucking but Luca felt the smile his pilot formed against his skin.

“Aye, ye do.”

Luca hummed and wreathed his arms around Ryan’s neck, giving up on trying to hold his wobbling legs upright. Ryan chuckled darkly and took the hint, hoisting Luca up. Three strides later and he was sliding Luca effortlessly onto the nearest workbench amidst a clatter of tools and spare parts falling to the floor.

The remaining crew in the far corners of the bay snapped their heads around to gawk and Ryan lifted his head from Luca’s curls long enough to holler at whoever hadn’t worked out the cargo bay was now out of bounds.

“All of yer shit fer brain numptys still here - fook off!”

Luca hid his face in Ryan’s chest, fighting his wheezing giggles as the bay emptied. When the last ensign had disappeared through the hatch, an almost complete silence descended on the space.

“This new crew,” Ryan shook his head. “Fookin’ useless.”

Luca curled his fingers against the collar of the Scotsman’s uniform to draw him closer and his slim fingers caught the pilot’s bearded jaw. They kissed, all tongue and teeth just how Luca liked it. He was breathless when they came up for air. As usual.

He stroked his fingertip gently down Ryan’s crooked nose. “Everything okay? You seem mad.”

Ryan’s expression, softened since having his boy back in his arms, twisted unhappily again. “Just dealin’ with the same alliance bullshit.” He shook his head. “Yer face is a right pretty sight t’see though, boy.”

Luca flushed with warmth at the familiar label. It never failed to make his heart race. His boy. He was utterly Ryan’s boy and had been from the first moment they met, even if they hadn’t realized it at the time. “I love it when you get snarly and angry and tear them all a new one. It’s so fucking hot.”

Ryan snorted and Luca frowned and rubbed the wide planes of Ryan’s shoulders when his pilot didn’t chuckle like Luca expected. For the first time Luca realized how tired Ryan really looked. They were all tired he supposed, but not everyone was manning the helm of an unfamiliar boat, flying double shifts and at all times primed and ready to wing three hundred people out of harm’s way at a heartbeat’s notice.

And Ryan being in the cargo bay at all, instead of being up on the bridge? Something was up.

Luca ran his fingers over Ryan’s lips and Ryan turned his face to chase his fingers. Luca let him kiss his fingertips before claiming Ryan’s mouth with his own briefly. “Blake,” he whispered, his stomach falling and his uneasy dread climbing. “I love you, you know. But you need to rest.”

This time Ryan did smile against his mouth but it came with a sigh. “Aye, darlin’. I love ye, too. My angel boy. Gods, I love ye.”

Luca basked in his softly murmured words and breathed his lover in as he curled around him. They hugged tightly, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, slotting together until their edges blurred into one. Luca loved Ryan around him. He was all sweat and eezo and smoke from the cigarettes he smoked when he was stressed. He was Luca’s home.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Luca asked after a long moment. He’d come to the cargo bay because he was feeling oddly homesick and missing Ryan’s attention but now stroking his pilot’s tired head, chest to chest with heartbeats mirroring - he found himself reminiscing. “In a bay just like this? I thought you were going to yell at me like you were yelling at those guys today when you showed up halfway through me decorating Kodi.”

Ryan leaned back, catching Luca’s eye. His mouth quirked wryly. “Aye, I almost did. Then ye turned around and-“

“And you fell hell over heels with me so hard you didn’t even notice the racing stripes!”

The pilot’s chuckle was dark and deep. “Shoulda known then you’d be trouble, boy.”

There was a light pinch against Luca’s backside that had him yelp lightly and then laugh. There it was. That wicked gleam that he adored so much shone through the exhaustion. Luca’s body responded instantly. Sometimes he felt like Pavlov’s dog, just one look, just one roughly breathed out utter of his name or the word boy and Luca was hard and aching and wet in his pants.

Oh, but that laugh. It vibrated in Ryan’s chest, all the way through to Luca’s fingers and it hit him with such a swell of love and affection and downright need he hauled on the pilot’s uniform once again and crushed their lips together.

Ryan’s hands caught the back of his head, holding him in place while his bearded lips left Luca’s mouth swollen and rough. Luca was dizzy by the end of it, his smile dreamy with contentment and warmth, knowing he was where he belonged.

He locked his ankles around Ryan’s hips, squeezing tighter as Ryan’s hands roamed over his narrow back.

“If you’re tired, you should get some sleep,” Luca murmured, arching his neck to give Ryan better access to the warm skin there. Each brush of his lips and scrape of his teeth made Luca shiver.

“Never too tired for you, boy.”

Luca placed a hand on Ryan’s chest, right above his heart. “Do you want me?”

Ryan’s face twisted. “What in the fookin’ hell’s name is a question like that.”

“I meant,” Luca poked the older man’s chest with a roll of his eyes. “Here. Now. Or do you want to go back to your quarters?”

The tug against his curls pulled his head back with enough force he gasped. His dick twitched at the less than gentle handling. Anyone else would have got a punch to the throat, but not Ryan. The more possessive Ryan was, the better.

Luca liked knowing who he belonged to. Liked everyone else knowing too.

Ryan growled low against his skin. “Why not both?”

Luca paused, thinking. The cargo bay wasn’t private – not that either of them gave a fuck. But this wasn’t the Berlin, where the crew had long gotten used to Ryan and Luca and the way they circled each other. On the Berlin, they had a blind eye turned to them. Here was different. It wasn’t their ship, they were only on loan... and Isaac had made them promise to at least try to follow the regs.

There was also the matter of Ryan’s exhaustion and the fact his duty shift had been over for hours and he wasn’t asleep in his bunk.

The first battle would be getting him there.

Luca wriggled down from the workbench, not without difficulty because Ryan was reluctant to let him go but the whispered promise into Ryan’s ear of his ass made him relent. He ripped at zip of his pants and turned to brace himself against the table knowing Ryan would shove them down just enough to get access. He wasn’t wearing one of his pretty plugs today but it didn’t matter. He was always ready to take his man.

Cool, wet fingers found his hole. “Ah, love. This pretty little hole-“

Luca wriggled his ass, dick straining but ignoring it. It would get plenty of attention the moment Ryan pushed into him.

He didn’t have to wait long. “Ry,” Luca murmured, then it turned into a groan as Ryan’s thick, solid shaft butted against his entrance. A low groan against his ear accompanied the delicious pressure of Ryan’s cock breached him and slid home.

Ryan curled over his back, holding Luca tight for the scant moments he needed to adjust, crooning in his ear. They were still fully dressed, still clad in alliance blues but it may as well have been nothing they were so connected. 

“Beautiful boy,” Ryan murmured. “My boy.”

Ryan’s hand found Luca’s aching dick and Luca’s breath escaped in a sharp rush. Ryan began to stroke even as he began to thrust, easily finding a familiar rhythm. They were well practised at this, they fit together perfectly, coming together as one entity-

And it was perfect. They were home.

When Luca had finally coaxed Ryan back to his quarters and curled up beside him, he thought again of the first time they had met – Ryan’s eyes blazing in fury before a spark of recognition that disappeared as quickly as it had come. Luca had been so sure any career he had in the Alliance was going to be shut down that day.

Instead, he’d found the other half of his soul and all the magic that went with it.

He kissed Ryan’s slumbering cheek and curled against him content for now.

[kensatou]

the energy i'm bringing to linkedin | MY LADY JANE (2024)

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

this game will literally tell you anything except acknowledge the thing that started morrigan's reputation. she's had more lovers than there are trees in the forest but she's NOT A HERO OF THE FIFTH BLIGHT OR ANYTHING.

[mothgirl-number-4]

[Your time is done. You're satisfied.]

[You couldn't take your role back, but that's his fault for leaving you alone. You're satisfied.]

[You're satisfied. You fade at last.]

...

[You feel a thread pulled to its limits. A fire burning hot hot hot and something breaking, failing, rotting. You gag on nothing as starlight beams out of your eyes and mouth.]

[The string pulls, choking you as you attempt to scream, but you have no mouth. You attempt to cry, but you have no eyes.]

[The thread snaps.]

[You feel a pulling in your head.]

[And you feel your heart..

p

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]

[You wake up in a room. The first thing you take in is UNIMAGINABLE PAIN. You scream and scream and scream- there are footsteps. You hear the familiar sound of healing craft as the pain subsides the slightest bit. Not enough to be anywhere near comfortable, but you aren't screaming anymore.]

[You sit up, hands grasping at what you realize far too late are bedsheets. They rip in your hands, piercing craft chugging through your fingertips like the drip drip drip of blood.]

[You're already babbling apologies when]-

"Oh thank goodness you're awake, bright stranger."

[That voice. Not from the healer you don't recognize them but you turn to the neighboring bed- you're in an infirmary? -and see another stranger.]

[You recognize that accent but you don't recognize... Him?]

"[Who-]"

[You cough on your words- Vaugardian, Loop! Try again~]

[The familiar stranger looks at you with wonder.]

"Say- say that again, will you?"

"[What, 'who?']"

"No- what was that language?"

[You don't know.]

"[I don't know. Where am I?]"

[The familiar stranger- you're just going to call him the King, it's too similar to be a coincidence. You've never been lucky enough to even consider otherwise. -looks disappointed before lighting up again. His Vaugardian is rough, but understandable.]

"Ah! You're in the Bambouche house of change! Or uhm... The one closest to Bambouche I think... I couldn't really understand them the best."

[The King looks awkward. How could this pathetic whelp end up as the intimidating monster that killed- Blinding- He's speaking]

"They call me castaway, but I prefer Beau, he and him, please. What about you?"

[Oh this is hilarious. The Change god thinks its so blinding funny doesn't it. You're laughing. You're cackling and guffawing and]-

"[Siffrin, they/them, nice to meet you!]"

"Oh, like the savior?"

[What.]

[marble-pop]

after 3 months of procrastination... it's finally done..

This was rlly fun 2 do so it was worth it =p

[whitefangz]

she might be hungry

[butchtaurus]

i hope you all know to use the block button liberally. especially anti whatever ship/character cause its better to just not engage with the people who hate michaela or hate the now gay characters (or even just hate any character) cause ‘it doesn’t fit the books’, when this is the netflix interpretation series.

like don’t get ur panties in a twist about people who are here to be negative about something that’s fun. block block block.

[scoobydoodean]

What do think about the fandom view that Dean puts on a “show” of emotion, that he kicks up a dramatic fuss to make himself seem pitiable while not ever changing his abusive behavior? It seems rampant, this view that Dean can “turn on the waterworks” but shut it off just as quickly.

There's nothing here for me to respond to. I haven't seen this sort of thing said that often and when I have stumbled across people saying things like this, they've never actually given an argument or provided a single example.

When did Dean pretend to be upset about something he wasn't actually upset about? When did he ever cry to gain someone's sympathy? When did he turn on the water works then shut it off just as quickly? What "abusive behavior" are these fans referring to? Pointing a gun at Jack to keep him from killing people? Not opening his blouse to nurse Sam or Cas at every available opportunity? Breaking a lamp on the monster killing show? Not immediately forgiving soulless Jack for murdering his mother?

Why is it manipulative for Dean to express his emotions? Why isn't it manipulative for Sam or Cas to express their emotions? Or is the problem that Dean looks sad more often than they do and that's not allowed because he should only ever feel exactly what they do? Why are we policing people crying? Or are we policing a man for crying because men aren't "supposed" to cry, therefore Dean's tears can't be real and must serve some manipulative purpose?

[lycoryspreachin]

Please please please give me more of your regulus

your wishes are my duty,

i have a school project on moral and civic education about cults to prepare and i keep linking it back to the death eater. which now makes me think of regulus’ relationship with the death eaters and how i choose to see it as a terrorist cult rather than simply a terrorist organisation, that’s an analysis for another post. i do honestly believe that regulus loved the death eaters, i also think he did somewhat admire voldemort though perhaps with some condescendance, but more than that he felt safe within the community. there was for him no conceivable future outside of them.

they weren’t family per se and he probably didn’t care about them on the individual level, but he was willing to fight for their preservation. he understood the need and relevance of such organisations, and thrived in the privileges it offered him. he revelled in the premeditated chaos it caused and was full with ambition.

the wizarding wars are greatly different from muggle wars, their scale was limited and their weapons much deadly. they fought on a level that required specific dwellings. previous to them such violent event scarcely happened and he knew their relevance in the grand scheme of things. i’m sure he had a very large view point, and that’s what made him so crucial. he wasn’t on the front like barty and evan nor was he completely detached like pandora. he was there yet not, like the dust in a shadowed room, unperceivable but everywhere. his understanding of the human condition allowed him to predict uncommon events and is what ensured the well going of the war prior to his death. his decisions were ruthless and seemingly unreasonable at times but always perfectly needed

i think the reason he betrayed voldemort lies in his possessiveness over the death eaters as a whole. he had been there since the beginning, he had watched it ( the cult ) grow, fed it what it needed and protected it when he had to. voldemort was destroying what was his, he could see that the dark lord’s pride and selfishness would trickle down on the death eaters and bring them alongside him in his fall. he couldn’t see the wonders he had so fiercely fought to built tumble to the ground because of riddle’ misplaced judgement. his whole life, regulus had fought, fought for himself, for his freedom, for his power, for what he cared about. so in a last effort, he found a way to destroy the infection tarnishing his creation and ensure the survival of the hive after the queen had died. 

( it’s unfortunate he died before he achieved any of his ambitions. he perished as a forgotten man, only remembered by family trees and victim records of the calamity of the war. in the end, his life, regardless of his many efforts, was truly nothing. )

[cattons]

emerald fennell will get on her zoom and say [posh voice] Nooo no darling the rich people are the worrssstt. You’re supposed to side with the povvo. referring to the 130 minute film she helmed in which a family of prejudiced but loveable aristocrats are murdered and usurped by an upper middle class lunatic

[amalgamcorps]

twiddles my fingers do you think this looks good... 2025 year of the taur get hyped

[momentomori24]

I don't believe liking immoral and downright evil characters says anything about you as a person, but I think acting like this definitely does.

"The HH fanbase will defend Valentinoto the moon and back" this and "Val is praised by a majority of the fandom" that, except said majority of the fandom fucking HATES that moth and fans have been harassed, had their art scribbled on to "fix" it, repeatedly called "rapist apologists" and "abuse romanticisers", get questioned or accused about condoning him irl, received graphic death/rape threats and are in general mistreated by the fandom. A Val cosplayer was mistreated and had a gun pulled on them IN REAL LIFE not even a year ago. Even the VA got repeatedly asked or assumed to be like the character he plays because "why else would he want to voice a rapist??" and told they deserve for choosing that role (fucking WILD btw). People that like Valentino as a character are the minority of the fandom, and even there NO ONE defends him. We all realise he's a disgusting individual whose actions shouldn't be defended in any capacity. What kinda bullshit lie is that?

I'm also in the Mouthwashing fandom, and it too has a bunch of issues. Infantilising Curly and minimising his actions, making Swansea to be better than he actually is and ignoring that he knew of the SA, people still debating or not realising that Jimmy raped Anya in the first place, shipping Jimmy and Curly (which isn't even a bad thing or a real problem but this person would see it that way), ect. But sure, conveniently don't bring that up. Anything for the Hazbin Hotel hate, right 💀

These next comments especially piss me off (nevermind how they're talking about an abuse survivor which is gross already). This might be a hot take and I don't care if that's the case, but I think people refusing to call Jimmy by name and excluding him from the cast is not show of a "good" fandom, actually. Jimmy has a lot more to him besides being a rapist. Rape culture, toxic masculinity, capitalistic exploitation, misogyny, male dominance-- there's sooo much more to explore and discuss about his character besides him being a rapist. And he's an incredibly disturbing character in a fucking horror game. If you can only refer to him by some stupid nickname (which takes away the seriousness of his character imo), ignore the significance of his role and themes in the story and the rest of his character and reduce him to a single trait that's BAD. That's not a good thing, and in fact, probably makes you worse than the people that do like his character because they can at least separate fiction and reality and not scrap well written disturbing characters for the sake of "comfort" or moral standing (again, in a horror game of all things). People shouldn't feel bad for liking Jimmy because he's a very good character, and ignoring that completely and acting like there aren't people who could like him... kinda sucks?

Moving over, Valentino is not and has NEVER been portrayed in a positive light in the show. I can't wrap my head around people that genuinely think that. Whenever I hear people say that the arguments I always see are "he shouldn't be attractive" and "he's just a cartoon villain" and "he acts silly and quirky even tho he's a rapist" among other things, and I don't think these people realise they're spouting eugenics bullshit and demonstrating that they don't know anything about his character simultaneously. No, Valentino isn't a "positive" portrayal of a rapist because he's attractive (way to tie morality to appearance btw). No, Valentino isn't a positive portrayal of a rapist because he acts goofy and funny and silly. Those traits are intentional and important to his character. Val is the Overlord of lust and depravity, hell's most famous pimp. His beauty is how he lures in unsuspecting sinners, and his personality is how he gains their trust and gets them to sell their souls for him to exploit (notice how Angel signed his soul away willingly). He's supposed to be appealing. He's supposed to be charming. He's entire persona is meant to be disarming. If he were like Jimmy or just a one-note unlikeable guy, his position in the show and his relationships with the characters wouldn't make sense, so he isn't. That doesn't make him a more positive portrayal or anything, it just means he's more fleshed out and written more complex than you want him to be. He's a very real depiction of an abuser, of their two-faced nature and how being attractive and charming to others doesn't make you less of an abusive monster to someone else. For context, I have been abused by someone extremely similar to Val, so his depiction feels very real to me and it's extremely tiring seeing a bunch of assholes who have probably not even seen the show or have been abused act like he's "romanticised" or "unrealistic" or "bad" simply because he was written by Vivziepop (who's ALSO an SA survivor like what is wrong with you 💀).

This is a broader point and not entirely related to this specific case, but we don't give people shit like this over people liking murderers and serial killers-- acting like all a sudden liking a rapist character says something negative about their writing or about the people that like them is INCREDIBLY stupid. People don't talk like this about Alastor and Vox-- who are both VERY despicable people. Both of them are also abusers among other horrible things, but they're not (or at least Alastor isn't) rapists so they're "not as bad". This is a sentiment I see all the time in both the fandom and hatedom whenever Valentino discourse comes back up, and this line of logic that rapists are a unique evil that can't be liked as characters in fiction but murderers and cannibals and serial killers are totally Ok is so dangerous and backwards. Liking evil characters says nothing about you as a person aside from the fact that you're a freak in the fun way. Liking evil characters but then going after others who do as well because you consider their character "too evil" and watering down the crimes of yours to justify liking them says a lot about you tho. Saying that the characters you like says something negative you in general does too.

We seriously need to stop bringing morality into fiction and saying that "normal" people wouldn't like certain immoral characters. We need to stop ostracising people for their "problematic" ships, proudly brag about ostracising them and justify it by calling them "weirdos". We need to stop saying villains are "badly written" because they're not written how YOU want them to be written, regardless of whether or not that opinion is valid (which in this case it isn't). We need to stop putting fandoms in some weird competition with each other about how characters are written and spit on people who actually enjoy them, are comforted by them or felt seen by them (gestures at the whole Angel dust situation barely a week ago). And honestly we need to stop giving attention to people like this, who spread a false narrative and kick others down for being fans of a media they don't like or know squat about for whatever reason. Who spread lies about the media or fandom in question in way that's blatantly in bad faith.

This crappy post is sitting a 17k while I'm typing this. The way people can just say ANYTHING about Hazbin Hotel and its fandom-- doesn't matter if it's valid or true or if they watched the show or know anything about the fandom at all, it just has to be negative-- and others will eat it up no questions asked needs to be studied at this point. We saw that in the months the show first aired. We saw that with the Angel Dust video. We're seeing this again here. I don't think we should be harassing anybody over fiction and in general (and needless to say don't harass any of these people) but calling out bad actors who pull shit like this more often and making it uncool to shittalk Hazbin Hotel and its fandom (and any fandom from unapologetically dark media where the people deal with enough bullshit already) for no reason and in bad faith is a change I'd be down with. Like, wash your mouth of its name and disappear into the shadow realm, goddamnit.

[waveridden]

“Welcome to the Imperial Senate,” False says, with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Saying what you mean can get you killed.”

Two senators, a bodyguard, four days, and a plan to cause some trouble. False/Ren/Xisuma, Star Wars AU, 12.7k.

[teevie2]

[dragonastra]

Hearing about Rooser Teeth's demise... admittedly I havent kept up with a lot of their content ever since they fired Matt Bragg. But the fact remains that I was a part of that community for several long years.

I made fanart. I made friends. My god, I made friends! Some of the closest friends I have we bonded through the AH/RT community or some branch of it. My current DnD group that streams on twitch, we were all connected to the community at one point, one way or another.

I attended RTX several times, which I maintain was a wholly unique experience unlike any anime convention I've also attended. I had so much fun in that community. I know RT has and had some problematic elements but it was also such a... force. I dont regret joining it. It got me into let's plays and streaming, it brought us RWBY which I still love despite everything and numerous other entertaining shows, and more importantly it made me laugh and connected me with friends.

To see it all dissolve so suddenly is... grief inducing. My heart definitely mourns. I've never been in another fandom community like it, and I dont know if I will again.

And of course, I hope the employees and contract workers affected can get back on their feet quickly. I cant imagine their position. Like the rug has been pulled from under their feet, I'm sure.

Just... yeah. Cowabummer, dude.

[upmala]

look, i don’t tell the autism what to do. you asked what was interesting to see in my city just when i had some free time on my hands. three days later you got a custom city map with places sorted into colour-coded categories and little writeups for every place. it’s just natural. it happens. now shush and enjoy your stay