#not gonna tag this since its so poorly written but

[illuminatedmoth]

starfield still blows btw

[wajjs]

i hate batstans who spamming hal jordan tag ughh

I know this is related to the now deleted poorly written post about Hal/Arisia, in which Jason chases Hal threatening to murder him for being a "pedo freak" and Hal is somehow scared of Jason when in reality Hal has no reason to be afraid of him since they're not on the same power scale.

I was saving this ask to post a good answer, but I'm very sick and ultimately it boils down to this:

The infamous "not a child molester" panel is purposefully shared out of context because it has inflammatory language and it's the best way to rage bait people + it prolongs ignorance in fandom circles (already known for never looking at the source material) by not explaining the whole situation like it should be explained.

It is an incredibly scummy thing to do considering how sensitive and delicate the topic is. It is also incredibly telling that it's mostly antis the ones who share this panel out of context and without nuance. Antis LOVE to use words like "child molester" and "pedophile" like they're candy and like these words have no real weight behind them.

I have seen antis pile on a survivor of child molestation for saying they do not agree with calling Hal a pedophile, because in context he's not, and using that accusation as a blanket statement "gotcha!" only helps to water down the complex terms and alienates survivors. I've witnessed antis tell survivors to "get over it" and that "maybe they (the survivors) are the real pedos" for "defending Hal Jordan".

I'm gonna break down the context in simple terms so that it can be understood:

Arisia joins the Green Lantern corps as a preteen/young teenager

Hal consistently, repeatedly, explicitly, calls her "little sister" across multiple issues and treats her like family

Arisia develops a crush on Hal that starts off Innocent and turns into an Obsession

Hal explicitly, repeatedly, consistently, turns her down

When they're trapped in a cave, Arisia cannot take Hal's "no" as valid answer and uses her willpower to age herself up into a full-fledged adult. She must have Hal

I repeat, she's NOT a child. In text, in canon, she's now drawn and written like an adult — a very precocious young adult, yes, but an adult nonetheless.

ONLY AFTER she turns into an adult does Hal show interest in her, and they make out in that cave to then develop their relationship

What's the REAL issue?

I am aware that the context is far from good, but what is most important from it is that the relationship is very clearly out of character within the same run it develops from. Before Steve Englehart, the writers consistently kept an older brother/little sister dynamic between them. Englehart was the one to add the ""romantic"" twist to it and directly contradict not other writers, but even himself. Moments before making out with Arisia, Hal is written turning her down. Again.

This is clearly not a character trait of Hal. This is a self insert situation in which the writer, and with support of the editors, decided to put his fantasy on page. It's not the first time this ever happened in comics, it will not be the last — it just is, unfortunately, infamous all around the internet.

To sum things up before I pass out again from the amount of meds in me:

Hal is not a pedophile. He only develops a romantic relationship with Arisia AFTER she's grown into an adult (in the blink of an eye, yeah). He is not a child molester. Nowhere in the run before or after was that ever a thing. It is beyond me why Englehart wrote that dialogue. Who knows.

His relationship with Arisia has its surprisingly sweet and stable moments, though it quickly deteriorates because Arisia and Hal are at different life stages. They break it off. It was retconned. I repeat, IT WAS RETCONNED. IT'S NO LONGER CANON. And for good reason.

I am TIRED of Batstans, mostly Jason Todd stans, using a clear example of bad writing to bash on a well beloved character. As if Jason hasn't suffered from atrocious writing as well.

Now can we stop with the obvious rage baiting and blatant spreading of misinformation?

short cbr article with a breakdown of events for those interested

[typosandtea]

Got tagged by @irradiatedpiratebooty (Thankyou!) to post some wips…. 😅

No pressure tags for: @sirmanmister @acorncoffeeformysweetheart @charliesvarietyhour @fuzzydreamin @bokatan :]

I’ve got so many abandoned sketches / concepts and very few wips that make it past that because usually by the time I’ve hashed out the sketch I’ve figured out if I like it and if i have the ability to pull off what I am picturing yet ahahah and the ones past sketch are often abandoned for ‘I cant figure out why I don’t like this’ rip

(I’ve also tacked a half written danse fic on the bottom!)

Some active wips✨ (Danse like its 2015, silly comic based on this post, sketch of Murphy and Nathan)

Some I’ll hopefully come back too??????????? (Tacky mug, Danse and Frankie in Far harbor (based on Night Letter by @/watchyourdigits, I paused for falloutober and never picked up again sorry :/ ), Sweetbrew fallout 76)

Proper abandoned rip (Danse as a dnd paladin (a request that I didn’t finish since the vibes are bad, sorry @/never-gonna-danse-again :/), and a silly comic based on this screenshot of mine)

And some writing since I’m trying to figure out how to do that yay ⤵️

(Untitled, unfinished) Danse, 2nd person, Danse is kinda oblivious, ‘How does Danse deal with loving and being truly loved by a railroad sole, even after the events of rr fallout 4.. (poorly)’

Dawes, Worwick, Brach and now Keane. All good soldiers dead too soon, too young, under your command. With a heavy heart you know now that soon you'll watch as you lose Haylen and Rhys too, before succumbing yourself to the ever growing tide of ferals that has been ebbing closer over the course of the battle, it feels like an eternity has passed since you saw Keane fall to the abominations, time seemed to have broken, though you know that its only been half an hour at most. If you survive the onslaught you'll have to organise a proper memorial.. if..

Reload. Aim. Fire. Assess the situation, update tactics. Breathe. Reload. Aim. Fire. Godless heathens! Rhys is injured! Breathe. Reload. BREATHE. Aim. Fi- Fire rains down on the ferals from outside the compound. Reload. Update tactics with Haylen, while more gunfire and another molotov begins to part the irradiated sea of scum. Aim. You catch a glimpse of them. Fire. The remaining abominations are dealt with swiftly, and while thankful for the well timed assist you can't help but to be cautious of them after all of the opposition your team has faced in the commonwealth. You ask them about themselves and they ask about you in return, thinking back you never got a straight answer out of them but no time to think about that now. Leading the way, you fill the silence with a debrief of Gladius' disastrous mission here, after all they had seemed interested in the Brotherhood, even if the sunglasses clad man with them had frowned. Arcjet brings more surprises, in both the unwelcome form of gen 1 synths, and the strangers' apparent combat effectiveness and familiarity with facing them. Between both of your combat prowess, the dilapidated laboratory is soon devoid of any synthetic 'life'.

Choosing to debrief outside you stumble through attempting to compliment their outstanding combat abilities, for a civilian. You part ways after gifting them Righteous authority and an accepted invitation to join the brotherhood, much to the dismay of their companion it seems. On the walk back to the station you realise that you feel lighter than you have in months, if just a little bit crispier too.

Months pass and things have been going well for the soldier, their already good combat skills have been steadily improving, Maxon has promoted them already! They are turning into a model knight, albeit with some unorthodox choices sometimes, but you want them to succeed you know they can!

After a particularly gruelling day of clearing out yet another super mutant nest you mutually decide to camp out in a suitably defensible old house, "you're quite the soldier" you say for not the first time, casual conversation comes easily with them, easier than it has for you in years you realise with a pang. And so you tell them about Kreig and how you are pushing them the same way he pushed you, to grow into the potential you see in them, and then you apologise. For being like Kreig, pushing too hard without explanation or reward. The soldier is silent for a while, before replying, but you see a new glimmer in their eyes, of understanding. They take first watch, and you drift off to sleep easily for the first time in recent memory.

Much progress has been made in the brotherhood's hunt for the institute, with the both or you being assigned more missions near constantly it seems someone has noticed your effectiveness as a team. You've heard whispers of rumours and caught the occasional stares drifting around the prydwen, but you pay them no mind, speculative gossip has never been of any interest to you, especially not something so obviously false as those rumours, that would be inappropriate after all. Your thoughts drift to the soldier, and realise just how much they have come to mean to you and how little you've told them anything about you, how could you have been so selfish after they have bared so much of their soul with you? Their life prewar, the death of their spouse at the hands of the cruel institute mercenary, the hunt for a way into the institute and their overwhelming fear at what they will find there. How much pressure they feel from everyone to be the perfect soldier, you sigh internally thinking about that, you owe them an apology it seems. With your mind made up now you just wait for them to return and for a suitably private moment to present itself. The opportunity arises later that day, they have just returned to the prydwen after a week away, and much to your surprise beeline straight for you with a smile before even turning in their documents or missions. They seem to be oblivious to the stares and raised eyebrows of the mess's other patrons, and a round of suitably authoritative glares ensures they will remain so. Brandis just smiles, damn him.

You warmly accept their request to join them on a routine acquisition for Haylen, but you know by now that no mission will ever be ‘routine’ with them, not that you mind the challenge. En-route to the target zone you cant stop thinking about what you are going to discuss with them, how will you open such a sensitive topic with them? Its been a substantial period of time since you’ve spoken to anyone about back then, not that you could ever forget him, after all how could you when he haunts your sleep like some sort of sorrowful spectre of loss, guilt and pain.

Lost in your ruminations as you are you nearly walk right into the Soldier as they signal ‘hold’ and ‘danger’. Snapping back to reality while cursing yourself for your inattentiveness internally, you spot the obvious threat almost immediately: a roving band of super-mutant scum and worse yet, a suicider. Outstanding. Your friend signals for stealth and for a flanking manoeuvre, you never did understand their insistence on such quiet methods when you both have access to power armour, but you’ve seen enough of their handwork enough to trust their tactics, even with their continual overestimation of your lacking stealth capabilities. As quietly and you can in full power armour you move into position on the opposite side of the pack to them, shoulder your rifle and wait for their signal. You can feel your heart rate quicken in time with the warming thrum from your charging laser rifle as the anticipation and adrenaline flips the switch to combat mode. They don’t keep you waiting long as a well placed laser volley from them sets off the unsuspecting suicider right in the middle of the pack. As the stragglers stupidly turn in the direction of the apparent danger you fire on their backs with deadly accuracy. With the element of surprise now used to its fullest, you charge into optimal combat range as one of the remaining brutes correctly picks you as the bigger threat, Good. Its better if you are the target. A few more well places shots from the both of you and its over as quickly as it started, “Outstanding!” you complement their marksmanship and tactics as they walk over. You notice of the charred abominations still writhing nearby and you put it out of its disgusting misery with a well placed stomp.

The Soldier shows you the location Haylen specified on their pip-boy, its just on the other side of this small commercial district, if the mission goes smoothly you could be back on the prydwen by nightfall, sharing a whisky to chase away the taste of messes’ latest attempt at dinner. You both freeze as you hear the distinctive sound of laser fire nearby, one look and you both move towards the commotion weapons hot. At the first sign of creepy plastic and blue lasers you charge with an “AD VICTORIAM!” but you barely get a round in before mini-gun fire tears through the remaining machines. After ensuring that they were in the clear you join the soldier as they approach the heavily armed newcomer. You meet the strangers glare with a level one of your own, before they can say anything your friend asks what they are doing here, “kicking ass, though it looks like HQ messed up scheduling again” the stranger answers. Ah this must be one of their minutemen acquaintances, you had heard they were getting more active lately, and poor organisation is expected from the civilian militia. The strangely dressed silver haired minuteman explains that the subway has been overrun with gen 1 synths, your friend offers to help, “it would be an Honor to assist in exterminating these abominations” you agree, though this earns you a strange look from the minuteman. No matter. Unbeknownst to you the Soldier and the minuteman share a significant look behind your back. No pathetic synths stand a chance against the three of you as heavily armoured as you all are, you briefly considered extending the minuteman an invitation to join the brotherhood, though you reconsider when they lament the ‘deaths’ of the machines, such a naive outlook would never be allowed to continue in the brotherhood, don't they know how dangerous synths are? With the battle dust settled, “damn!, you’re one ass-kicking angel of death” the stranger compliments your friend as you all backtrack to leave the dingy subway, “agreed, outstanding work as always” you contribute, they are positively beaming at the combined praise. The minutemen leaves with more crude but positive words, its good to see that the minutemen have at least some capable fighters on their side, it is a noble cause.

The target artifact is soon acquired with minor resistance from some more mutants, but the hour is too late to return to the prydwen now. They suggest that a settlement nearby will be a safe place to camp for the night, you agree, and privately hope that the arrangements will be secluded enough for the difficult conversation you have planned. A short walk in the dark later and you both arrive at the small nursery and are immediately accosted by a group of hysterical settlers. Eventually the soldier calms them down enough to learn the location of the kidnapped one, an older man. The mutants are just across the road as it turns out, why on earth they have tolerated living a stones throw from these monstrosities for so long is a mystery, but at least the proximity makes for a brutally quick rescue, you both use the night to you advantage and the monsters are dead before they can even take up arms. The man is injured so you carry him, trusting your friend to have your backs on the way back to the settlement. You mentally resolve to make significant note of how much mutant and synth activity there is in this region in the next mission report. With the settler returned, sustenance and a semi-secure place to set up camp for the night acquired (to be continued oops, 1/4 affinity talks written, the 4th being romance dialog)

[rainbowtvz]

simp is aave. stop misusing aave. (literally just look up "what is aave carrd" and figure it out.)

doubles is a kinnie term. as a kin myself, yes i am gatekeeping that word. people who share your f/os are not doubles because it inherently implies that you AND the sharer are somehow the same person whether that's both BEING your f/o or you have the same s/i. you are not using it correctly. it's annoying and confusing. doubles is a derogatory term anyway for people who share your kins that you do not like. (kintwins would be for people you do like.)

^ i've been on kinblr and numerous other otherkin AND fictionkin spaces i know what i'm talking about.

minority coding is important. if your f/o is coded as being a minority and you do not acknowledge that then you need to re-examine that. yes this is about trans headcanons too.

^ two examples: chihiro from dangan ronpa being a poorly written but widely accepted transfem character. and danny phantom having a common headcanon as being transmasc. the first one if you discard chihiro being a transfem and make her a guy, cis or trans, it's erasing her identity. this is transmisogyny at worst and ignorant as fuck at best. the second one if you discard this headcanon or make it so danny is transfem instead, it has no greater impact or implication of prejudice or bigotry. vice versa, their headcanons about danny's gender has literally 0 impact on your interpretation of his character and his gender. you do not have to subscribe to those headcanons and can go with your own or go with canon, but you need to re-examine why exactly you very specifically do not like those headcanons.

^ people projecting transness onto characters they like is often to find representation in them, or for coping, or both, to deny them of that because you simply disagree is.. odd and speaks volumes. cis selfshippers please think critically about that. i feel a lot of you are detached from overall fandom ettiquette and common ways for queer people to engage with media outside of the hyperspecific bubble that is selfshipping. we're all gonna annoy each other (selfshippers and nonselfshippers) at some point but painting yourself as being transphobic because you view your f/o as cis Only is only going to cause you grief. let people enjoy things. you don't have to look at it, just like they don't have to look at your stuff. this is okay.

plaese for the love of god please stop putting your vents in the community tags. (i've blocked or have been blocked by a majority of the people who do this but its making it feel dreary here.)

if u harass others for doing/saying something you don't like or agree with or for someone having an opinion about something you care about or about you in particular (that they aren't even being public about) then you suck and maybe u should at least take a break if not just leave entirely. (sideeyes some people)

blocking is a tool to affirm boundaries. people are allowed to block whoever they want, whenever they want, for whatever reason they want. and it's okay for you to do the same. it's okay for people to not like each other. not everybody IS going to like you and that's okay too.

callouts are for people doing active harm, or people who HAVE done active harm who have not grown and changed as a person since they did it. nobody care if they vagued u bc u share an f/o. practice utilizing the blocking tool. ^ this is not about wishing harm on others or stalking this is about petty shit that does not fall under that lol

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

pro/com/etc shippers please smash your computer into dust no one likes you or wants you here

[delugeinacup]

you know the woman in the fridge trope? thats what clint barton is in fanfiction. i dont think ive read a single winterhawk fanfiction that didnt strip and tear down and abuse clint for the benefit of some other character [in this case bucky] to rise above, improve themselves, be given motivation, be the hero and the big strong savior of some sort. thats all that ever happens to him. hes the damsel, hes the injured, the weak, the mess, the "disaster," the one constantly sacrificed for the sake of absolving and building up the other character into something big and good and better and important, always as the cost of clint’s autonomy, health, well being, dignity, self worth, skills and ability and value. so the other one can "build" clint back up and be hailed as the one that saved him and got him through his times of trouble and become the shining star in his life or in the story in general. 

bucky doesnt have to do RIGHT, or be better or have his own character development... clint just has to be damaged and torn down in a way that makes whatever bucky IS already, LOOK better. so he can be the pillar for clint and by virtue of clint being so LOW, bucky is higher. its annoying. and its cliche, and its every single story in this entire fucking tag on tumblr and ao3. not one single one isnt like this. im not sure i can take it anymore. 241 pages of winterhawk fics, and i have not read a SINGLE one [excluding snapshots or kissficlets or pwp] that isnt this exact plot over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. 

[to be clear; ive read every. single. fic. in the winterhawk tag on ao3. 4,800 or so fics. - i filtered out threesomes and fics with other clint pairs and bucky pairs, or when clint/bucky was a past/former/barely there minor side pair. i may have skipped a few things because they were really poorly formatted or poorly written or were just art or bullet points or poems or ideas, but... yeah. all of them. im housebound, have insomnia and a compulsive disorder that drives me, and have NO life, so i have all the time in the world to read, so that’s what i did.]

no other character gets treated this way, that ive seen. and the depiction of clint in fanfiction is not even remotely canonical for him in the comics or movies. i dont get it. do yall not like the canon character at all? why not just make an oc then? if you are just gonna change everything about him except his name and the archery thing and some of the circus backstory, why not just find a different character to use or pair with bucky? maybe youve all been in echo chamber headcanons for so long you forgot who he is?

i guess no one in winterhawk LIKES clint, and just uses him to boost bucky and provide him with ever more glorification and character development - while stripping clint of all the things that make him clint, or plotting for him to lose them so he becomes dependent on bucky anyway. im close to abandoning this fandom entirely, [ooh, im sure youll be devastated if i leave, since im criticizing yall, right?] because the headcannon bullshit of clint being a pathetic tiny talentless incompetent clutzy disaster with no skill to speak of, spending all his time berated and belittled by everyone, only being spoken to in “bantery” insults and outclassed in every conceivable way, while having his marksmanship reduced to ONLY shooting arrows and even so, not up to snuff compared to the main character of the day, and stripping him of ANY and all combat skills, and he also cant speak a complete sentence without stuttering and blushing every other line is just... so fucking exhausting. 

yall dont like clint at all, it seems, cause you reduce and disrespect and emasculate and infantilize him and use him solely as a dickless fuckhole for whoever you pair him with, and pretend hes an unintelligent oblivious idiot and ... god the incompetence thing really irritates me. at best, hes some kind of mascot to your ensemble fics, and is always always shredded and injured and needs to depend on everyone else and in no way is a worthy member of any agency... hes always the slapstick idiot who needs to be compensated for by everyone, and talked down to all the time because hes not good at literally anything. why is this depiction of him so popular?!?!

read the comics, guys. and not just fractions kinda lame take for the sake of glorifying kate.

[ryuuseini]

I'm gonna weigh in here as a fan of Frontier who's been in the fandom since 2014 on FFN mainly, this was a COMMON AU idea. Like, I am not joking, this fic was written in 2006 and completed in 2012 and was still talked about in 2014. A lot of people were interested in those kids... Back in like, the early 2010s.

But I feel as though a part of it was because people wanted to explore the idea at the core of this AU - What if Ofanimon and Seraphimon were corrupted instead of Cherubimon? and didn't want to bust out OCs because OCs were seen as "cringe" back then.

Now, I don't want to speak for everyone obv, I am nothing more than one fan, however, I think it's simply because Frontier gave us 4 more characters. No matter who they were and their ties to Tomoki, we would've latched onto them as "wasted potential" as Frontier was poorly received at its release and is still considered a "bad" Digimon series, though, less so now than before. Like, the common consensus of Frontier was that it was "mid at best, Kouichi was the saving grace, lots of wasted potential" (Like: this site has reviews for every single season. Granted, it was done by One Person, however, it was actually super popular back in the 2010s when we actually put stock into places like TVTropes. And notice how Frontier has the lowest grade point average of every show) - and so everyone started assuming these kids were wasted potential and wrote AUs where they were important.

But I'll be honest. Upon my 3rd rewatch of frontier that I did back in like, 2018? 2019? Idr, doesn't matter - I couldn't even tell you those kids' name. They don't matter. They never mattered. They were simply an answer to "did the other kids who were called go home or did some stay?" And they did that. That's it.

So anon, if you want to read a fic where this happens, I linked you one. But my god, I agree with OP and windfighter - if you want to see what'll happen in YOUR oddly specific AU, go WRITE IT yourself. You won't get free fic from any of us by giving a very specific AU that has specific interpretations and parameters. If you want to see a fic like this now, go do it yourself. Be the change you want to see in the world my guy. I believe in you.

Also sorry strikerofdeath0 for hijacking this post, but I'm barely in this tag to get said anon and I felt like if we gave them an answer they might FINALLY leave people alone.

The reason why I waited until you'd finished your broadcast before sending my ask was because I wanted to be sure you knew enough about Frontier to give me a proper assessment. I've heard of a fan theory that the kids we saw in Episodes 40 and 41 were suppose to get the last four Spirits (which, based on how you answered, is a theory you've apparently never heard of). When I was sending my ask, I was thinking more if they'd been the Chosen Ones. If it's not too much trouble for you, I believe we could still try to analyze each episode in this AU, but on a few certain conditions.

For who gets which Spirits (bonus points if you get my reasoning):

Katsuharu-Steel

Teppei-Earth

Chiaki-Water

Teruo-Wood

Koichi-Darkness (like in canon, only here, they're not tainted)

Kouji-Light (like in canon, only here, they're tainted)

For who does whose role (bonus points if you get my reasoning):

All of Mercurymon's roles are done by Agunimon.

All of Agunimon's roles are done by Mercurymon.

All of Lobomon's roles are done by Löwemon.

All of Löwemon's roles are done by Lobomon.

All of Kumamon's roles are done by Arbormon.

All of Arbormon's roles are done by Kumamon.

All of Kazemon's roles are done by Ranamon.

All of Ranamon's roles are done by Kazemon.

All of Beetlemon's roles are done by Grumblemon.

All of Grumblemon's roles are done by Beetlemon.

All of Duskmon's roles are done by whichever Warrior comes from the tainting of the Light Spirits.

Because the Darkness Spirits are not tainted, Duskmon does not exist in this AU (and by extension, neither does Velgemon).

(Of course, you can still make some changes to roles if desired.)

Man I'm with the other guy What DO YOU think would happen in your oddly specific AU? Please tell me Ill listen.

Also it's not like I didn't consider the other kids getting the spirit I just don't like that idea as much as my idea. Three different ideas came to me when you asked me. I just told you my favorite. If you wanted that you should have asked that to begin with but also I would have ignored your question because I didn't feel like answering that one. I think you might be the only friend here fan who cares about those other four kids this much.

[groovyace]

sorry to randomly spring this on you, but could you tell me whats good about tim drake? i love all other robins but i cant bring myself to care for him, and i dont understand the immense love for him and i mean this genuinely and not in a mean spirited way i just dont understand the appeal

Ok so... why do I love my guy Tim. Funny that u ask me this cus the other night I was going on about how it was funny that i have no reason for liking him. But for u, anon, I will do my best to describe why.

I guess we can start with his standing as the "smart robin". I think part of his appeal is that he's smart, analytical, and a problem solver at his core. Despite this, he's shown many times to be receptive of other people's emotions and such (acting therapist for batman 💔). Imo this combo just makes him a great leader and a joy to read. I also like that he's headstrong. Even sassy at times. (Yes!!! Sass bruce again!!!! Tell superboy to shut up!!!!! GET HIS ASS!!!!)

I think his backstory/upbringing also has alot to do with why ppl like him. Which yes, alot of ppl like to milk for its angst potential, but thats a conversation for another day. Idk I just think its kind of epic that hes the only robin who bruce didn't really choose. He still lived with his parents while he was robin. On that note, I also find his relationship with his parents really interesting to delve into.

I think when alot of ppl talk abt tim they're thinking alot in terms of his red robin run. Which, if you like that, thats fine. I just kind of felt like they butchered my boy a bit yk. He tends to be used as a vessel for like steriotypical "ohhh woe is meeee everyone hatess meeee" angst in the fandom, when I think there's so many better ways to approach him as a character.

Tbh if ur looking to understand why ppl like him a bit beyond the fandoms adaptation of his character, I would reccomend reading Young Justice (2000) if u haven't already. Or even watching his episodes in btas. I think he's at his best when he's interacting with other characters yk.

Anyways I hope all of that made sense and maybe even served as a source of Tim enlightenment for you. Thank you so much for the ask!!!

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

To the beautiful anon that went off about overused fanfic troupes that they hate, Thank you! I agree. Little (Long) rant coming up so you can skip. Don't worry, Moss, this isn't about your writing. I adore your writing.

I hate overly weak MCs, like I get that some characters are strong. Understandable, the MC isn't always gonna be the strongest person in the room but to have said character bully the shit outta MC and MC not doing anything about it is just kinda unnecessary.

Not to mention, all the smut that has so much bullying and clearly abusive behavior in it. It has to be a kink thing with no context for the reader. If it is between two consent adults and you give proper aftercare, I don't give a fuck but 9/10 the fic shows none of that. Name calling, hitting, zero aftercare, cheating, and so much fucking noncon. If someone did that to me, I'd throat punch them, I'm not gonna lie. And the MC just takes it and finds it hot or nice!? If your lover does not give you aftercare after calling you a slut and hitting you, that's not good, babes. Run, literally run.

Nothing wrong with BDSM and roleplay but if you do it wrong, and it's almost always depicted wrong from my understanding, that's harmful. I've been reading fanfic for a while now and I cannot tell you how much of this shit I've seen. Abusive smut, abusive relationships, and overall just poorly written submissive and dom stuff. Half of me wants to believe that it's a kink and the other half fully believes that these people think that the shit they write is a 'healthy relationship '.

It's so rare to find Fics that depic aftercare or soft smut or oh I don't know actually caring Doms! A lot of the smut is so aggressive and bordering on 'Are you okay, Author?'. Not to mention, no safeword or check in system is ever mentioned in these fics. With the increase of shit movies like Fifty shades of grey, 360 days, and After? (The shitty Harry Styles fanfic Movie thing) it is frankly concerning with the level of abusive fics that are labeled as 'sweet' or 'sexy'. Those movies are so bad and they claim to show good sexy relationships or a normal relationship. Like bitch no! He kidnapped you and the other one insults you constantly and only has sex with you!

To sum this whole rant up, If your lover is being a dick, leave them. Also writers please don't label abuse as romance please. It's not sexy. It's scary and disgusting. I might be more sensitive to it since my father was extremely abusive to my mother but I really need to drive this point home. I know a lot of people read fanfic and they learn relationships from fanfiction and it can teach them that abuse is okay when it's not.

I'm sorry for the rant, Buddy. I needed to get that out of my system.

Agree. I can understand of its just an act, however if that's the case show us the aftercare when they're outta character please.

Or tag it as a dark fic!! It's fiction where we can indulge in fucked up shot yknow but don't subject others to it if they don't want it

[hornime]

voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt. 

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear. 

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it. 

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen. 

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing. 

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

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[rogue-durin-16]

STICK TOGETHER

Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: swearing

A/N: @meph1stophelian is here putting pressure on me to post this already so I'm apologizing for the poorly written ending lmaoo enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Fred, calm down." George begged me; he walked by my side, trying to talk some sense into me, but it was not the moment. "You gotta understand her— throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone—" I didn't even look in my twin's direction while he spoke. "Bloody hell, Fred—"

"Y/n!" I quickened my pace, leaving George behind after spotting her in one of the corridors, having a chat with a couple of Ravenclaws. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure— Oi!" I hadn't waited for her to reply before grabbing her hand and snatching her away to pull her into the nearest broom closet. "What was that about?"

"Tell me I heard Katie wrong and you're not actually leaving."

"I can't tell you that." She plainly responded, her voice steady.

A single, gobsmacked snide left my throat. "You're joking, right?" My heart ached as if it was being constricted when she shook her head no. "So you're fleeing?"

"What?"

"Things are getting ugly so you're running away."

Her eyes dug into mines as she stayed in a very uncomfortable silence before replying with. "So what if I am?" When I averted my eyes from hers, she called my name. Her eyes were somewhat softer now, with a gleam of plea in them. "For the last two years we had nothing but tragedy. Diggory died, You-Know-Who is back and recruiting, the ministry is full on going against a teenager, this pink colored nasty toad is physically abusing us, and on top of that, I have to put up with my housemates' bullshit for having muggle blood— I'm tired!" Her voice had raised a bit, enough for me to know she was struggling to keep it at bay, but still managed to. "If I can have a life out of this then—"

"You're a coward."

"Fred." there was a warning on her tone, but I couldn't listen.

"You're leaving... people behind," she attempted to reason; I didn't let her. "Dunno why I'm surprised, really. At the end of the day you're a Slytherin for a reason."

Her eyes started to well up, and I couldn't tell if it was with anguish or fury. I knew I was getting under her skin, but that was exactly what I intended to do; if I was going to leave that room scarred, so would she.

"Self-preservation, you call it." I scoffed, feeling my own rage building up faster each passing second. "Pure cowardy."

"Is that what you think?" Her tone wasn't steady anymore; she was holding back the poison of her words, for my sake.

"Yeah." I wasn't capable of doing the same thing for hers. "And I don't want your cheap excuses and emotional manipulation to convince me otherwise." My face was probably red due to the anger, my jaw and fists hurt from clenching them; I was off the rails, and the person who would usually stop me was standing in front of me. "Better leave now so you don't have the chance to sell us out when shit goes down."

Silence fell upon us, our gazes locked, equally watery and with the same amount of fury and sadness within them.

And finally she snapped. "Maybe I'm a coward, but you're a self-absorbed prat who's not able to see beyond your own ego!" The way she said it hurt me more than the sentence itself. "This is not gonna be a DADA class, Fred! I don't want to fucking die because I was too slow casting Protego."

"Good luck, Y/l/n." I curtly wished her before stalking out of the broom closet I have initially dragged her into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We avoided each other for a week. The following Monday, when I entered the Great Hall, I found George and Katie quite depressed.

"What's gotten into you?"

They shared a look before my brother turned to me, deciding to break the news himself.

"Y/n left last night." He gave me an apologetic look. "Thought she'd wait until the graduation—"

"But she's had enough." Katie finished, toying with her breakfast. "Honestly, I wish I had a life in the muggle world too."

My lungs were refusing to take the air inside; I felt as if I would choke if I stayed there, so I stormed out, jogging to reach the countryard.

I needed to breathe.

Even after the wind hit my face, that vital task felt like the most difficult thing in the world to accomplish.

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her.

A sob escaped my chest, realising the harsh words I had spat at her were probably the last ones she would ever hear from me.

I love her.

A Year And A Half Later

READER'S P. O. V.

I managed to apparate somewhere in the cornfield —the only place around the Burrow I remembered clearly.

I should have landed with a broom, but apparently, Mad-Eye didn't inform Lupin that I would serve as an extra escort for Harry if they were ambushed, so my broom was now smashed somewhere down the muggle road we had flown over.

Mentally cursing the damn moment in which I spoke to Shacklebolt in hopes of being useful in this war, I looked for the entrance of the Weasley home, which took me quite a while.

Funnily enough, it was Lupin who stepped out, wielding his wand and casting yet another hex at me that I somehow managed to block.

With a swift wave of my hand, he was propelled back into the house. "YOU!" A long-haired redhead I recognized as the eldest Weasley helped my old Professor up as I stalked to them with my wand up. "YOU HEXED MY BLOODY BROOM! I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!"

"Y/n, calm down—" Shacklebolt was now besides me with his hands up. "He didn't know you were coming— he was trying to protect George from further harm."

My brain was slow to process his words, but as soon as it did, I started to down my arm. "What happened?"

"Snape hit him with the sectumsempra." My eyes widened at Lupin's heavy words.

"Did everyone else make it?" The three of them remained silent, the ginger shaking his head no.

My breath caught up in my throat, but before I could ask if Fred was alright, another tall ginger flashed the corner of my eye, and my head snapped to the living room's door.

FRED'S P. O. V.

Everyone was scattered around the house. Ginny took Hermione and Fleur to her room; Ron and Harry made its way up too; Tonks went out —she needed a moment alone to mourn Mad-Eye—, and, while my parents and I stayed with George, Lupin, Shacklebolt and Bill went to guard the entrance.

I was still kneeling by George's side, holding his hand while our mother healed his wound the best she could, when we heard a yell followed by a strong blow in the kitchen.

I looked at my mum and dad, my eyes flickering to my twin while I reached for my wand.

As I got up, more yells were heard, this time clearer; the voice was familiar— I knew that voice all too well.

There she stood, at the entrance of my home.

Her eyes met mines as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, and my head started to spin. I knew I had no right to do what I was about to do, but after that night's events, in which the war became very much real, I couldn't help but rush to her and engulf her in a tight hug.

Surprisingly enough, I couldn't take more than two steps forward, since she did what I intended to do first.

"You're alright." She mumbled against my shoulder. My eyes shut, trying to block the tears that threatened to fall. "How's he?" She inquired whilst pulling away with a concerned frown.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded in the living room's direction. A quiet sough escaped my lips as she passed by, her hands lingering on my arms for a brief instant before she entered the room and took careful steps towards the settee.

I barely caught a couple of words from George and Y/n's exchange, my mind still buzzing due to the shock.

"What do you say, Freddie?" I frowned at my twin, regretting not listening to the conversation. "She can take my bed, right? I'm not gonna get far anyway."

"Right." I agreed, struggling for my voice to come out steady. It was Y/n we were talking about; I had known her since our fourth year, I had been friends and more with her, seeing her shouldn't be that nerve-wracking.

A couple of minutes later, we were all heading to our respective rooms, and as I closed my room's door behind me and Y/n, it dawned on me that I had underestimated the anxiety that could cause me being left alone with her.

Get it together, Fred.

"If you want, you can grab a shirt from the drawer." I finally managed to speak, motioning at the chest besides the window. She nodded and turned to it to look for one she could sleep in.

Now that I had the opportunity, I carefully observed her, and soon realized how much she had changed in the time we were apart. Not only when it came to her physical appearance; she stood a bit straighter, talked a little calmer; the joy with which she used to sparkle was dim now, eclipsed by a severe, worried attitude— a sign of us no longer being the kids who messed around at Hogwarts.

"I missed you" I knew right away that wasn't the best start for the conversation.

"It sure didn't seem like it." The bitterness in her tone stung my heart harsher than I expected.

"You're still mad?" The way I was conducting the conversation was making me want to bang my head against the wall.

She sighed, turning around now that she had the shirt on to meet my gaze. "A year and a half, Fred. You didn't contact me for a year and a half. I thought we were friends."

"You left me behind!" I talked back, partly because I panicked, but also because I, to my surprise, was still mad too. "What did you even expect?"

"A letter?" She questioned, throwing herself down on the bed. "I mean— I didn't really expect anything, but a letter would have been a good way to let me know you didn't fucking hate me." My eyes, now fixed on my lap, went wide when Y/n's voice broke at her last three words.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quite ashamed of having to apologise while also being scared of saying anything that could harm her further. "I'm sorry about not writing and- uh... I'm sorry about what I said to you. I know it's not an excuse but I was really mad and..." I cleared my throat and felt the blush creeping up my neck even before I finished the sentence. "... and hurt 'cause you- I thought that maybe I wasn't important enough to you and- yeah, I'm sorry about what I said." I tried meeting her eyes but they were fixed on the wall before her.

"It's fine." She shrugged, "I guess you were right anyway."

"I wasn't right-"

"You were." She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face there. "Wanna know why I'm back?" She didn't need my response. "They're hunting down my family." My heart stopped beating for a second due to the shockingly deadpanning tone. "A friend gave me a tip-off— they were tracking them down. I got to them just in time." I refrained myself from asking about them —the less I knew, the better. "So yeah, you're right, I was a coward and left people behind."

My body shot up and my legs carried me to George's bed; without me being fully aware of what I was doing or which consequences it could have, I sat down and pulled Y/n into my arms.

Though she was shocked at first, her body soon relaxed into the familiarity of my arms, and she let out a relieved sigh. "You're not alone on this." I whispered, pecking her crown. "I'm here, okay?"

"So you don't hate me?" She murmured against my chest.

Maybe it was the fragility of her voice, or the warmth of her embrace I missed so much; maybe it was this past year and a half of regret, or the night's events, but I couldn't hold back my words.

"I love you."

And even though she went stiff, even if I had just blurted them out almost in accident, I didn't regret saying them, because I, in fact, loved her.

She pulled away to look into my eyes. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." I replied, calmer than I had been in a while. "And I'm really sorry about everything, if I could turn back time—" words and air were cut off by her lips crashing against mines.

We had kissed before, but it was on a bet's behalf or to prank someone; this was different, this was her pouring her 'I love you' into actions, and I embrace it gladly.

"No more running away." I commanded when she pulled back. "From now on, we stick together." She nodded, her forehead resting against mine and her palms on my chest.

[joshstambourine]

Greta Van Fleet as Dad's

Haven't been able to un-see this idea since it showed up on my dash and uggggh. I couldn't get over how cute all of this was.

For this imagine, I'm sort of picturing them with younger children, anywhere from 3-5 years old as they are all still crazy young hehe. Also. All of these imagines work with any gender of child. It's all sorta just what I imagine them having and being like in general 🖤

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart

JOSH

Josh is such an interesting guy. He is both so deeply smart... but also at the same time he is the equivalent of a conversation between my last two brain cells.

The sheer amount of energy this man has means he'll not only keep up with a kid but also tire them tf out.

There would always be so much screaming and laughing in the house.

Lots of games of tag and the floor is lava

No matter what he has, son or daughter --- there will be so much dancing. Josh would be the kind of dad who loves to hold his kid and just dance around the house with them.

Not to mention all of the goofy songs they would be singing together.

I can see Josh conversing with his kids like adults even when they are little. Meaning there will be some very serious conversations about very silly things. Potato chips can make you a fly? On it. The floor is both lava and also the arctic? Josh is ready to hear all about how that's possible. There aren't mermaids but there are human sharks? Josh needs to know where he can find them asap.

I can very easily imagine him dressed up and sitting at a table that is far too small for him with his legs crossed.

His daughter would have started by putting one necklace on him and it soon escalated to a crown, sunglasses that didn't fit, and a set of fairy wings. Surrounded by many stuffed animals and dolls.

"Mmm, this is great tea! What kind is it?"

"Grape."

He'd look at his tiny tea cup filled with apple juice. "Huh I could have sworn it was Apple. Did you change it on me?"

She would shake her head, "No daddy! We already drank the apple tea!" She'd laugh.

"What?? You drank all the apple tea without me?!" He'd exclaim, "why did you drink all the apple tea with out me?"

Josh would inch over and begin to tickle her, just loving to hear her laugh really.

"Daddy! Daddy no! You can't tickle me, I'm the princess!!"

Jake

Jake immediately strikes me as such a chill laid back dad. The kind of cool dad you'd definitely want during your teenage years.

He'd be the kind of dad to sit and watch cartoons religiously with his kid, there's no way he'd be missing them. Doesn't matter if it's cool or comedy gold, if his little one loves it they're gonna watch it together.

I think Jake would really want to teach his kid how to play guitar. It's something he's so passionate about that I think it would bring him a lot of joy if his kid had at least the knowledge of techniques and things, even if they weren't a huge fan of playing themselves.

Jake as well strikes me as someone who would be psyched about making dad jokes, of course with a straight face.

That is just a long winded way of saying that as a very young child this kid would know more about music than I do now after 20 years of living on this planet.

"What did the Buffalo say to his little boy when he dropped him off at school?"

"Bison!"

For a gender of a kid I'm split right in the middle when it comes to Jake. I think either would be equally as adorable but for this imagine I'm going with a girl to keep things even.

With a little girl I can imagine him sitting quietly as he watches her tiny hands try their best to paint his nails cleanly.

There is pink nail polish everywhere. Everything is a mess. Everything smells of chemicals. But it's fine.

"After I do your nails can I braid your hair too?" She'd eagerly ask, not looking at his hands anymore but she is still trying to paint.

"But your show is going to be on soon...! I thought we were gonna cuddle?"

"....can I braid your hair and watch my show?"

Jake would look at her seriously before smiling, moving quickly to give her a small kiss on the cheek, "of course you can, only if you give me lots of cuddles after."

"Okay daddy!"

*insert a child who is only half heartedly braiding hair while fully enthralled in their show. Head tilted on a 45° angle to see the TV with half of Jake's hair in a frizzy mangled braid.*

Sam

I really think Sam would want his kids to listen to really good music from a young age.

I mean don't get me wrong I think all of the boys would be like this... but I see him being the kind of parent that buys into the "smarter babies listened to music in important development periods"

The ultimate "my kid is so smart" kind of parent that then shows you 20 drawings that don't look like anything, but clearly they look like something to him.

All those drawings get tucked away somewhere safe so he can go back and look at them proudly as his little one grows up.

"Maybe they'll be an artist?!"

He also strikes me as a parent who wants to be really involved in teaching his kid things. ABC's? Sam's baby has them locked and loaded. Numbers 1-20? Still has trouble remembering anything with a nine but we are working on it.

Ultimate joy is achieved when Sam gets to teach his little one how to ride a bike. He feeling like its a right of passage for every kid to have with their dad.

I pictured Sam sitting with his little boy at the kitchen table, puzzle pieces sprawled all over.

"Dad, I have a joke for you." He'd say as he fiddled with a piece.

"Oh yeah? Go for it buddy." Sam would reply as he connects another edge piece.

"Knock knock!"

"Whose there?"

"Banana!"

"Banana who?"

"The Banana man!" Snickering coming from across the table, hands banging on the table and nearly knocking several pieces off the table.

Sam would laugh a long, "Y'know I've never heard that version of that joke---"

"Dad I'm not done"

"Oh I'm sorry, continue." He'd say beginning to look for a few more pieces to go together.

"Knock knock!"

"Whose there?"

"Banana!"

"Banana who...?" Sam would respond slowly, prepared for the same poorly created joke.

"TWO BANANA MEN!"

Sam would have to lay on the table. It was such a freaking terrible joke but so funny to see the amount of joy it brought the little boys features. "You have to tell that one to mom, okay?"

Danny

Danny is such a loving guy in general, I feel like parenting for him would just be so easy. Not saying that there wouldn't be troubled times--- just that he's just one of those people that were born to parent.

The very dependable parent. Always going to make time for any small thing his little one needs.

Danny is going to encourage his kid to do whatever they love with all of his being.

"You like rocks? We should get a rock polisher."

"You're right these cookies are pretty good, maybe we should get the stuff we need to bake them together."

He is going to have a series or specific book he reads to his little one until they fall asleep. Its something he would refuse to miss, they have to do their chapter! Even if he's on tour somewhere he's going to call home to make sure they can read together.

Danny is over the moon to have a little golfing buddy. As soon as this kid could walk he bought them their own set of clubs so they could play along with him. He just couldn't wait to start teaching them.

Golf time is bonding time. They'd get to walk together and talk about anything and everything.

I've been crazy torn about whether to write about him with a son or a daughter, both are equally as cute. For the sake of evenness though I decided on a boy.

"Okay so for your driver buddy you need to hold your arms waaay out." Danny would tell his son holding his arms out.

"Like this?"

"A little more."

Little eyes look to Danny curiously as his arms become fully extended from his body.

"Perfect! Make sure you stand straight, and keep your eyes on the ball." He says with his hand on the middle of the boys back, "And then you just---"

"SWING!"

Danny nearly getting clocked in the head with a golf club but leans back just in time. The satisfying ting of the little one's club hitting the ball sounds,

"DID YOU SEE HOW FAR IT WENT DAD?!"

*Insert the face Danny made when he pretended Sam's margarita's were good*

~ If anyone wants a full fic written for one of these please let me know because I will 100% write out fluffy family fics without hesitation!! ~

[davidpastrsnack]

often - nolan patrick

a/n: surprise! here is some short, poorly written smut that i’ve had in my drive for a bit. i’m about to go out but i thought i’d leave this with you all for the night. also this wasn’t originally written for nolan so if the mannerisms seem off that’s why just ignore lol i don’t love it but it’s something to hold you over while i work on bigger and better things 

tagging @silkybiscuit​ :))

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You weren’t usually this bold, but something had gotten into you tonight. 

You were sitting on the edge of your boyfriend’s bed, telling Nolan you were changing into something more comfortable when you returned from dinner. But in fact, you had pulled one of his jerseys out of his closet, the heavy material now resting over your shoulders as you admired the 19 laying across your back. You were wearing nothing else besides the black lace that sat on top of your hip bones, the jersey hitting just above your knees. Nolan was leaving for the longest road trip of the season, two-and-a-half weeks, which was the longest you two had spent apart since the start of your relatively new relationship. You took one last look in the mirror before reaching for the door and heading back out into the living room. 

Nolan was sprawled out along the couch, the black t-shirt he had on clinging to his shoulders and biceps. He was busy scrolling through his phone as a random game played in the background. He didn’t even notice that you had come back, his mind completely distracted by whatever Travis had sent in the team group chat. 

A wave of shyness flooded you, suddenly feeling far too exposed in front of him. Maybe this was too much, he’s tired, he needs to finish packing, you thought to yourself. You gently turned on your heels and started to tiptoe back towards the room when you finally heard his voice. 

“Y/N?” he asked from his post on the couch. Your eyes shut at his words, your body slowly turning to face him. Nolan had a soft smile on his face like he did whenever you wore his name, but this time there was a dark glint in his light blue eyes. 

“I’m just gonna go change,” you whispered, hoping to get out of this situation as soon as possible. 

“No, no, no,” he reassured, “Come here, baby.”

“Nols,” you groaned. You didn’t know why you were so embarrassed, this was your idea after all, but something about the way he was looking at you made you want to hide. 

“Come here,” he repeated, opening his arms up as you finally gave in, tiptoeing towards him. 

He patted the top of his thighs signaling you to sit, which you obliged to, swinging your legs over his own until you were straddling him. His hands slide over your legs, a breathy fuck escaping his lips when he discovered you didn’t have pants on. 

“What’s all this for, baby, hmm?” he asked, leaning into your touch as you ran your hands through his brown locks. 

“I just miss you so much when you’re not here…” you mumbled. 

“Do you miss me or do you miss me fucking you?” he teased, a giggle slipping out from his pink lips as you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Both,” you answered, smiling down at him. 

He grinned back up at you, one of his hands sliding up your body before grabbing your neck, urging you down to meet his lips. You sighed into the kiss, the heat already rising between your bodies as you pushed your hips even further into his. You whined against his mouth as you felt him hardening beneath you, any shyness you once had just minutes ago now completely clouded by lust. He gently bit your bottom lip, his gaze focusing on the way it snapped back as he pulled away. 

“You know, there are things we could do while I’m not here,” he calmly spoke. “I want my girl to be taken care of whenever she wants.”

Your face heated up even more than it already had as you heard his words and you realized what he was implying. The thing was, you had never done... that. You had tried a few times, but it never felt right and your mind was always overcome by the shame society placed on women for exploring their own bodies. 

“I- I’ve never,” you stuttered, looking down as you tried to find the words, “I’ve never been good at that.”

Nolan’s brows furrowed in confusion before his demeanor changed to one that can only be described as cocky right before your eyes. 

“We could change that, baby,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your upper thigh. 

Your cheeks flushed pink as he stared up at you. Even though you had no idea what you were doing, you felt completely safe with Nolan and trusted him to guide you. 

“Teach me?” you breathed out, your hands toying with the hair flowing on the back of his neck. 

Nolan’s heart stopped at your words. He almost forgot how to speak, time froze as he tried to muster up a response. 

“Fuck, yes,” he exclaimed, not wasting any more time before he picked you up and started moving towards the bedroom. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, peppering slow kisses across his soft skin. You felt his breathing get labored beneath you as you nibbled below his ear, his chest rising and falling against your own. He kicked open the bedroom door, placing you down on the rug-covered floor before he knelt down and joined you. 

“Right here, honey,” Nolan cooed, sliding his body until he was leaning against the bed, your body fitting perfectly in between his legs as you looked at yourself in the floor-length mirror right in front of you. 

Now it was his turn to attach his lips to your neck, a small whine escaping your lips as you felt the purple marks blossom across your fragile skin. 

“Nolan,” you whimpered, begging him to do something, anything. You squirmed in his grasp as he smirked against you when your hips rutted up into the air in search of whatever friction they could find. 

“As much as I love this I’m gonna take it off, okay?” he asked in his deep voice, his fingertips toying with the hem of the jersey. You anxiously nodded, wanting to get the thick fabric off your body that was heating up with each touch. 

“Fuck,” Nolan groaned in your ear when he saw you in just your lace panties. This position made the size difference between you extremely apparent, his limbs engulfing you as you sat tucked inside his large frame. Your hair was a mess from rubbing against his chest, your cheeks were flushed pink, and your lips were swollen. 

“Take these off, sweetheart,” he purred, making eye contact with you through the mirror. 

You shakily nodded, pushing off his thighs so you could slide the lace down your legs, leaving you spread out in front of him. 

“So pretty,” he hummed, “Go ahead, baby.”

The hesitation was clear in your eyes, but Nolan gave you a reassuring nod while holding eye contact. You slowly moved your hand from its post on his leg, sliding down your body until you reached your core. One of his hands encircled your waist, the other cupping your right breast as you finally touched yourself. Your head fell back when you felt how wet you were, your arousal dripping off your fingers as you dragged them through your folds. 

“Just like that,” Nolan encouraged from behind you, his fingers toying with your nipple adding to the sensations you were feeling. 

“Find your clit for me,” he ordered, smirking when you obliged and let out a loud moan. 

Your fingers gently circled your clit, the pleasure already building in the pit of your stomach. You heard Nolan humming behind you, clearly enjoying the show as he moved one of his hands to palm himself through his sweatpants. 

“You wanna try some fingers?” he asked. 

You nodded, your mind too clouded to speak, and you slid your hand down to insert a finger. It felt good, but it didn’t even compare to the thick, rough fingers that you were used to. But you kept trying, adding a second. 

“In and out, baby,” he encouraged. 

You did as he said, but you were too spoiled by Nolan, and your own, much smaller, fingers just weren't cutting it. 

“I’m too used to yours,” you breathed out, a soft smile spreading across your lips as he chuckled into your hair. 

“Okay, honey,” he cooed, taking hold of your wrist to move your fingers back to your clit. 

“Like this,” he whispered, guiding your hand in tight circles, “Or like this,” changing his pace to rub side to side. 

Your head fell back against him again, a loud moan escaping your lips until he suddenly stopped. You snapped back to look at him through the mirror, a pout across your face as he smiled back at you. 

“I’m just here to teach you,” he teased, resting back on his elbows as you rolled your eyes. 

You reconnected with your now swollen clit, following his lead and pressing small, steady circles on the nub. It had never felt so good when you had tried before, but before long you had lost control of your breathing and you could feel yourself approaching the edge. 

“Fuck, Nols, I-” you moaned unable to get the words out. 

“Faster, baby. You’re doing so good,” he encouraged, his voice as he continued to stroke himself through his pants while he watched you fall apart. 

You did as he said, moving your two fingertips side to side and faster against your clit, your moans the only sound in the room as you crashed into your high. Your body gave out against Nolan’s, your cries filling the air as he watched you in awe. He had seen you cum countless times but watching you touch yourself like this was one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed. 

You finally slowed your movements and lifted your head from the crook of his neck, bure bliss written on your face. 

“Such a good girl,” Nolan murmured, turning you in his arms so he could kiss you, a whimper leaving your lips when you felt how hard he was in his sweatpants. 

“I wanna taste,” he smirked, lifting you up like you were a feather and repositioning himself between your legs. You were just about to protest, wanting him inside of you as soon as possible when he attached his lips to your still-throbbing core. 

“Fuck, Nolan,” you groaned, your head rolling back around your neck as he devoured you. His tongue was alternating between flicking your clit back and forth and sucking it between his lips. Your mouth hung open in a silent moan when you felt your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out, your screams seeping through the walls into your neighbor’s rooms but you didn’t care at all. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped two fingers inside, your walls clenching around them as he repeatedly caressed your sweet spot. You fell over the edge nearly immediately, your hips grinding against his face as he coaxed you through your high. 

Nolan’s hands held you steady, slowly easing you down until you were flat against your back again. He rested on his side and hovered over you, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone. 

“Just had to remind you what the real thing is like again,” he smirked, leaning down to leave a trail of wet kisses across your hot neck. 

“Consider me reminded,” you chuckled, your breathing still labored as you tangled your hand in his hair. 

“My turn?” you whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Say less, pretty girl,” Nolan smiled, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him again, this time letting you take the reins for the night. 

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha gives you and Wanda time to bond.

Warnings: dark themes, poorly written smut 18+ ONLY(fingering, implied oral)

A/N: hey so...welcome to the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written...so far, anyway! I have a few plans for the future. this one also isn’t as dark because I wanted Wanda and reader to interact in a softer way before she becomes defiant again 👀. anyway, can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

Previous part 

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You knew you should’ve been at least a little concerned when the two Avengers scurried back up the stairs together, whispers and lighthearted giggles passing between them as they went, but you were finding it better not to question things anymore. You simply continued to play the old school fighting game until you heard their footsteps again.

“Printsessa?” You turned at the sound of Natasha’s voice as the game ended. “Come here, please.”

You followed them over to the TV area, sitting on the couch when asked and frowning when the two women continued to stand in front of you.

“What’s going on?”

“Wanda and I wanted to get your opinion on something.” Natasha’s eyes cut over to Wanda, and the two of them seemed to have a silent conversation before turning back to you, this time Wanda speaking up.

“I’ve recently realized that I feel the same way about you that Tash does and...if you want this too, I’d like to be your other girlfriend.”

“Do you have to shove a tracker in my leg too, or is Natasha’s enough?” 

You sighed when Natasha angrily spit out your name, but took the moment to really look at Wanda, who seemed a little less shy under your gaze. She was attractive, downright gorgeous even, but you couldn’t jump right into a relationship with her. The only contact you’d had with her so far was a hug that you could hardly remember now.

“I don’t know. We barely know each other and the last time I trusted her to touch me, it was a mistake.”

“Okay. How about this?” Natasha spoke up with a grin. “She can stay here for a week, and if you aren’t feeling it, we can go from there. Sounds good?” The two of you nodded, and she clapped her hands together with excitement. “Perfect, we have a plan!”

“I guess I should go pack some things at the tower then,” Wanda announced as she stepped away, quickly stopped by her crimson-haired friend.

“I’ll do it for you. You stay here and get to know our printsessa.” 

She took the car keys from Wanda’s pocket and skipped upstairs before anyone could protest, leaving you and Wanda behind in an awkward silence. She rocked a bit on her heels with her hands clasped together, and you watched her for a minute before speaking.

“You can sit, you know. I don’t mind.” Your eyes never left each other as she sauntered over to drop down on the cushion next to you. “So how long have you...you know…”

“Been falling in love with you?” she finished for you with a grin and you nodded. “The first day I saw you. I’ve been thinking about you a lot since then, and it hit me the last time I saw you that it was more than physical attraction.”

“Well it’s safe to say that my ego is well fed right now,” you joked, a smile forming on your lips when you heard her laugh. Her head tilted back a bit, and your eyes trailed from her crossed legs inches from yours, to the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders and back to her own sparkling eyes as they focused on you again.

“You’re justified in that feeling, by the way,” she assured you as her hand reached over to yours in your lap. “Anyone who passed up an opportunity to treasure and care for you properly is a dumbass.”

Your mind easily shut out everything except her intense gaze that poured into yours and the feeling of her soft fingers brushing yours. You desperately wanted to blame the way your body responded to her touch on Natasha being interrupted earlier, but a nagging voice in the quiet corners of your thoughts told you this was different.

“Can I try something?” 

She nodded and you were capturing her lips with yours in no time, instantly becoming enamored with the even softer touch you were greeted with. Only surprising you for a moment, Wanda was the one to take over, parting her lips and introducing her tongue as yours parted too. Noses bumped as you turned your heads in different ways, trying desperately to fall deeper into each other with your hands linked together in your lap.

A few minutes passed before you finally pulled apart, deep breaths passing between the two of you as you studied each other’s reactions. Her eyes seemed darker now, even in the harsh basement lighting, and you were so caught in looking between them and the lips you were dying to kiss again that you almost didn’t notice her hands pulling at your belt loops.

“How do you feel about me now?”

“I feel...really good,” you answered carefully, not wanting to give away how needy you suddenly felt.

“Mhm. I can hear your thoughts, by the way,” she voiced as she leaned again to brush her lips against yours, grinning at your deer-in-headlights expression. “And I don’t mind finishing what Tash started earlier.”

In seconds you were kissing desperately again, this time shifting into Wanda’s lap when she pulled at your thigh to signal that she wanted it. Both hands were cupping your ass and squeezing firmly while yours were framed around her jaw, making sure that she didn’t take her exploring tongue anywhere else any time soon. One of her hands moved to the front of your body, her palm cupping the crotch area of your jeans, and your hips bucked forward at the sudden contact.

“Fuck, Wanda please,” you begged as you pulled back from the kiss, following her movements as she moved her hand slowly back and forth across the denim fabric.

“Please what, baby?” she mocked you, using her thumb to run small teasing circles on your already sensitive area.

“Please fuck me already.”

You whined quietly when she pulled her hand away entirely, instantly silenced by her fingers sliding into your mouth. You followed her instructions to wet them with your tongue as she unbuttoned your jeans with her free hand, letting out a shuddering gasp when she slipped her soaked fingers into your underwear and pushed them into you one at a time.

Once you adjusted to the feeling, you began to ride her hand impatiently while she undressed your top half, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed by her ability to multitask. She tossed your bra to the side and pulled you forward to wrap her lips around one of your nipples, licking and sucking while she kept the other occupied with her free hand, and you found yourself gripping the couch behind her so hard you could’ve torn the upholstery.

A string of curses came out as you found yourself grinding faster against her hand to match her increasing speed, moans tucked between gasps and whimpers following as you felt yourself getting closer to the brink of your orgasm.

“Please don’t stop,” you squeaked out when you were able to catch your breath for a second, and she laughed as she shifted to your other nipple. In the same moment her lips wrapped around it, her thumb began rubbing tight circles around your clit and the dam broke.

You were nearly screaming as your orgasm washed over you, hands shifting to tug at the fabric of her sweater as she helped you ride through it, shushing you as you shuddered in her lap. A loud whimper escaped you as she removed her fingers, feeling the fire ignite once more when she placed them in her own mouth to suck them clean with a wink. You were then pushed off her lap with your back hitting the cushion beside her as she pulled your jeans and underwear completely off. You felt exposed, lying completely nude while she still had on every bit of clothing she arrived in, but the feeling was forgotten when she spread your legs and dove in headfirst.

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Natasha walked into the house with two suitcases of Wanda’s things, placing them near the staircase after locking the door and headed to the basement. She felt a bit of concern at the silent nature of the house, which quickly faded when she entered the lounge area and spotted you and Wanda. You were sleeping in her arms on the couch, your naked bodies partially covered with a spare blanket and your head on her chest while her fingers trailed along the bare skin of your back.

“Oh hey,” Wanda whispered with a smile when she noticed Natasha. “Just got here?”

“Yeah, I did.” An amused smirk appeared on her lips as she took in your appearances. “You know, I just assumed the two of you would talk, but I guess this is a better way to get to know someone.”

“Sorry you missed the fun,” Wanda laughed. “But to be fair, you left her hanging earlier.”

“Definitely regret it now,” she chuckled as she came over to drop a kiss on your forehead and then Wanda’s. “Okay, you rest. I’m gonna unpack your clothes in one of the bedrooms.”

“I can do that, Tash, and you can stay here with printsessa. She’s gonna be out for a while anyway.”

“I got it, babe,” Natasha insisted as she stood up again, her eyes lingering on the two of you until she rounded the corner. Her smirk faded into a dreamy smile as she climbed the stairs, thinking of how much fun she and Wanda would have ruining you.

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[grantzarrr]

Just a thing g.d

summary: Y/n and Grayson don’t like labels but they fuck around with each other and feelings are definitely there, but what happens when they are revealed?

warnings: poorly written smut :)

tags: @fangdolan @gothlydolan @onlyyyarii (idk why it didn’t work :(( )

There she is, in her sexiest piece of lingerie that she could find. What was she doing? Well, she was taking mirror pictures for her boyfriend—fuck buddy—? To everyone besides them, they were seemed to just be dating but Y/n and Grayson just didn’t want to put a label on it yet. They never claimed each other but would always deny that they were fuck buddies, they just wanted to enjoy each other without having to feel like there was a need to call- what they have- something. Just taking it slow.

But while she was setting that up, Grayson was in the middle of filming for his podcast with Ethan and Ryan and she knew far and well what he was doing. She knew exactly what time it was, she knew that if Grayson’s phone ‘blew up’ a few times, everyone would be on his case ready to ask questions. And that's exactly how she wanted and what she wanted.

“So gray, are you still trying to figure your love life out or—like what’s going on there?” Ryan asked, being very keen on his relationship.

“Uh, ry you mean fuck partner?” Ethan teased knowing where to push him.

“Oh fuck off e, we’re not fuck partners nor in a relationship—just enjoying each other for a bit.”

Then he felt it, his phone buzzing notifying him that he received a message, he only glanced though, roughly seeing your name and turning his phone back over. But then, that notification went off again back to back. That right there caused some heads to turn as Grayson saw it was you again and going to see what’s up this time. And oh- was he surprised, there you were sitting on your knees in some lingerie, giving him that little smirk he would love to fuck outta you. He noticed the first little remark of 4 that you sent, that one just stuck out more it seemed like you were talking as if you had known what exactly he was doing.

here’s something to talk about on ur little podcast. p.s ik u wanna tell them were together so go on ;)

And that fucked Grayson up, as much as he wanted to fucking call you his just for you to say that did something— but he couldn’t be quite sure. But as he continued staring he started to shift in his seat a little, only staring at your tits in that, looking so perfect for him. Only him. All he wanted to do was to cover them in hickies. Oh, how bad he wanted to flip you over your vanity and force you to watch him through the mirror as he pounded into you miraculously. Then to place you on your knees and shove his dick down your throat until he saw the tears himself.

“Yo gray? seems as if someone got you a little tensed there? You’re shifting bro..” Ethan chuckled, he knew it was you asking to get dicked down or something. He just wanted to fuck with his brother and see how long it would take here. “Oh no, it’s nobody.” He blurted out quickly but he knew for this to stop he had to respond, to at least say something so he did it swiftly as possible.

Y/n you better fucking stop or I swear you won’t even have free hands to type.

He was pissed, aggravated he was so mad that you were getting away with that, and he couldn’t do shit. He had to sit there and film his podcast for about an hour and he just fucking knew you wouldn’t let this go, not even for a second. And he thought everyone forgot until Ethan brought it back up and he had to say at least something they wanted to hear now.

“Is that uh is that your girlfriend? Hm? Is she asking for you to come over again?” Ethan lightheartedly joked but still, he was so determined to get Grayson to boil and steam over like he did every time just on camera. “Jesus e, would you let it go already.” Grayson gritted being so easily tempted to just end the podcast, it's been at least 58 minutes he can firmly say.

“Oh no go ahead, I would like to hear about this so to be fuck buddy, what is it only on Fridays? like a club? because I would love to be invited” Ryan joined in with Ethan on the little joke but he seriously wanted to know about this just in the goofy little way to make of it. But just as Grayson was about to answer, another one of a more scandalous photo sent. This photo made its way to his number one spot on the “Private Folder” of his. Grayson felt like he was gonna explode but the explosive was straight at his dick and his face went beat red. Not of embarrassment but because holy shit— look at you.

It was you legs spread and the camera hovering just where to leave the imagination running wild but still enough to tell you were wet, even if he has already seen it all. It still fucked him up in ways he couldn’t even began to fonder over. And it was just enough for him to say enough of that teasing.

“Yo, um, I gotta go- but finish the pod ok? Alright, I’ll be back...later.” Grayson rushed off quickly. Everyone in the room just watched in silence as he quickly gathered his phone and a few small little things he carried with him and he left. “Yup, booty call- where the fuck is my 10 dollars, Ryan!” Ethan shouted, happy he won this little ‘bet’. “Wow-.” Was all Ryan could say.

Once Grayson got to her house, he didn’t even bother to knock, he knew that the spear key was always under the 4th rock to the left. And when he got in...oh boy was he furious. Talking as he closed and locked the door back, not knowing she was right in the living room getting herself off. “Y/n what the fuck was that!? I told you that I-.” He was stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her wimpier his name softly, he gulped quickly and turning her way to watch exactly what she was doing. “Oh-, I see you’ve started without me—and that’s the biggest mistake of your fucking life babe.”

And with that, he went and grabbed both her hands and held them above her head, diving in with a very heated kiss. Y/n begun mumbling words against their kiss as she tried rolling her naked hips against his crotch for some friction. “You wanna go and send shit like that to me when I’m filming? Then have the audacity to finger yourself? Instead of simply telling me you wanted to fuck—god why are you so risky.”

He tried to not rage at her, there was no point she wasn’t his girl but nor was she a ‘fuck buddy’ well technically yeah, but to them, they weren’t. But the shit she pulls sometimes fucks him up, having him thinking about it for days and easily getting hard at the smallest memory and he can’t say shit or it’ll be over, and boy he fucking loves it, who wouldn’t? The adrenaline is what Grayson Dolan is all about. He doesn’t know if she feels the same or he just really knows how to fuck her right yet. “ Mhmm I did and I’ll do it multiple times until you boil over because I’m your little risk maker.” She smirked—oh did she just say-

“You wanna fuck with me like that hm? Have me thinking about it for days? Well, I’ll show you a good fucking alright.” He growled at her, having a good reason to give it to her good after that claim. He started attacking her neck. Sucking and licking, little nibbles here and there and he then moved down her body. Still having her hands above them. He stopped right at beginning of her pussy.

“Get up and bend over on the couch, now.” He demanded and was very determined to show her what she could have if they were together. He still didn’t quite know if she meant what she said but shit... he’ll take it. As she was getting up he smacked her ass giving her more of a little pep in her step, and she didn’t dare to say anything. As she was getting in the position, he got behind her and started to scrip, he just wanted to see her bend from behind, getting some of the action in. Once he did he started to stroke his cock, eyes fully on her pussy from behind and her ass. Her being impatient and hearing his short little breaths, she peaked from her shoulder at him and God was that a sight to see.

“Does that feel good, angel?” His deep voice rumbling within her, he knew he wouldn’t get anything out of her. His dick is big enough to keep anything but moans and groans from escaping. So all she did was nod quickly. The couch was snacking, she was shaking he was pounding into her giving out everything he had built up. “Fuck, I love the sounds my fucking pussy makes.” He gritted. She already knew face down on the couch, ass up and he hammered, Y/n wasn’t even sure she would be able to walk after this. And oh wait— did he say?

He just filled her up to the brim with his cock alone, the thickness and fullness of it alone would fulfill her. God was he good, gripping a handful of hair for a leverage of their position, “Graysonn, don’t stop, please.” She begged and since she asked so nicely he didn’t stop and wasn’t going to until her orgasm had her in tears. “Come on, baby. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” But she couldn’t, her neighbors recently complained about it since their baby was born. But when he was going at it like this, all she could say was “Neighbor. Babies—FUCK!” He understood completely- on both ends. The neighbors that had their baby and that she was gonna cum, he also felt her pussy clench so he knew for a fact. He was already at the edge of his orgasm.

“Did you claim me?” They both coincidentally said at the same time but who was gonna answer it...

A/N: helloo, hope you liked it!! im gonna drown in holy water now :D

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I saw that you like CATS the musical. What are your thoughts on the movie?

AAAAH AHHAHA oh man oh boy y'all should BUCKLE IN cuz it's a ride

my simple thoughts? it's entertaining if only because it butchered the stage show so badly in an attempt to idk modernize it? Well, modernization is one part of it I think. The other part I'll go into below lol. I don't necessarily hate some of the more modern renditions of the songs (mostly the ensemble sets like Jellicle Song for Jellicle Cats) but then others are just... so poorly done it's insulting.

I've said this at the end of this whole rant too but I'm gonna put it up here in case people don't (justifiably) wanna see me go on and on about it:

The movie wasn't made for fans of the musical. It was made to make money and I believe they choose, at least partially, to do that through making it the weirdest and worst possible adaptation they could so that people would want to go see the train wreck. Which, really, worked! It was all people could talk about for a good while so like... Goal achieved, I guess.

A MUCH MORE COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT cuz i don't wanna. flood your dash with... this

ALRIGHT SO. Most of my friends know I'm actually a huge fan of new adaptations of things. I love remakes (provided the people making it are coming at it with some form of heart and not just... cash grabbing which is more often the case) I love seeing other peoples interpretations of characters, or changing settings. It's one of the reasons I like American comics so much, getting to see different writers takes is fascinating.

I think musical movies can be wonderful ways to introduce people to a stage show that might have been unavailable to them otherwise! Chicago, for example, is one of the BEST musical to movie adaptations in my opinion. It kept the heart of the show, it's funny and the song numbers are done really well.

There are of course other famous examples, such as Grease or Bye Bye Birdie. Hairspray was also a wonderful take. These are simply off the top of my head, there are of course more.

CATS in particular has a history. If you go through my CATS tag you may see a few posts from @catsnonreplica which posts photos from non broadway productions of CATS! It's a fascinating read and I love, love, love looking at the other interpretations of the characters! CATS is a musical full of fun and wonderful characters if you take the time to see past the ridiculousness haha and the Korean and Japanese runs of CATS especially have some of my favourites.

How does this relate to the movie, I hear you say well. As you might has noticed the movie's interpretations of the characters is........ lackluster at best and downright uncanny valley at best.

CATS is, at its core, a ridiculous thing. I will fully admit that! But it's fun, it's entertaining and if you pay a little attention you can actually get the plot. (Honestly I don't understand when people complain it has no plot but that's a whole other rant for another day)

The movie was... obsessed with this idea of like... semi realism? Like obviously, as a fan, I think they should have leaned into the over the top character designs but instead we got...w ell:

Bombalurina:

Demeter left and Bomba right. Demeter was actually cut! From the movie which is. upsetting lmao.

Macavity is one of the worst offenders for me:

Macavity was... I wish I could know what the hell they were thinking there cuz it's even in his song? Ginger cat??? THAT IS NOT... A GINGER CAT...... but I digress. I would show more examples but I think you get the point.

So. We've butchered the characters appearances. Okay that's fine but what about their personalities?

ALSO BUTCHERED.

There's... there's a lot to unpack here. Just for context: the Jellicle Ball happens once a year and the Jellicle leader chooses a single cat to be reborn into a new life. In the stage play all the cats who are nominated for this honour are on the older side (Jenny-Any-Dots, Bustopher Jones, Skimbleshanks, Gus The Theatre Cat, and eventually Grizzabella) AND are always nominated by another cat. Not themself, unlike the movie where they all seem to nominate themselves.

Jenny-Any-Dots went from a doting grandmother figure who's celebrated for her selfless volunteering and tireless work into a conceited, vain younger cat who is obsessed with fame.

It's an incredibly strange dichotomy. I don't doubt some of it isn't the result of the uh people playing the characters honestly. I do think some of them did the best they could! I don't really blame Jason Derulo, for example, for Tugger. And honestly, Tugger was probably closest to his stage version (while being a trouble maker, he's shown to show Deuteronomy an immense amount of respect)

Speaking of Tugger! This will bring us to one of the biggest grievances with the movie and that is how they handled Mr Mistoffelees.

So... Ugh. So. We have Victoria as the pov character, which imo is like whatever in the grand scheme of things, and then we have Misto who they have decided will be get live interest cuz... Of course. Misto is shown throughout the musical to be awkward, unsure of himself and well. Really, kinda incompetent. Which is Wild cuz in the stage show he might be aloof but he's fairly confident in his powers.

So, Old Deuts gets kidnapped. In the stage show Tugger is the one to bring Misto forward! It's really quite sweet, imo, and I'm showing myself as a Tuggoffelees shipper here, but again Tugger is previously shown to be pretty conceited but then here he is boosting and hyping up Misto to bring Deuteronomy back. My friends and I have lovingly dubbed this the boyfriend hype song.

SOMEHOW. The movie manages to make this, easily, the MOST BORING number in the whole thing. Which, again, WILD. Misto awkwardly stumbles through his whole song, which again is... Boasting of his supreme magical powers which movie Misto clearly. Does not have or believe to have. The song, to me, feels super awkward and unnecessarily drawn out in the movie which sucks cuz it's one of my favourites in the show.

The declawing (heh) of Mr Mistoffelees actually reminds me strongly of how they changed Gaston in the live action Beauty and the Beast movie. He's gone from a beloved figure in the animated movie to someone so disliked in the town that Le Fou has to pay people off to say nice things about him. It's just. Wild character choices were made!!

Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat is probably my favourite in movie non ensemble number. It feels the most... Genuine? Compared to the other nomination songs.

Other problems include but are not limited to:

The inconsistent size scale of the CATS which throws me off constantly.

The weirdly overt sexual overtones added to MANY of the songs (Jenny and Bustopher being the worst)

This is just a personal gripe and opinion but I don't like that they used the UK version of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. The American version is both better known and tbh way more fun. Teazer's giggle? Adds ten years to my life every time.

Victoria's added solo song, Beautiful Ghosts, while I like the song as a song it doesn't fit the style of message of the musical. In the movie she's singing directly to Grizzabella who's being an outcast for years that she should be grateful she even has memories of being part of the tribe?? What?? But I know they had to add an original song to be able to be nominated for awards in like the Grammys n shit (which is why all musical movies will have an original song, fun fact!!) kinda funny they went to the effort though considering........... I don't think anyone could have genuinely believed CATS 2019 was gonna win anything but golden rhaspberries.

Movie Mr Mistoffelees has made repeated appearances as my sleep paralysis demon

The various cut characters, shout outs to Jemima, Demeter and Jellylorum especially

Bombalurina being a henchman to Macavity rubs me the wrong way

God I've written... So much. You probably get it by now haha. Like I said at the beginning, I try to go into any adaptation with an open mind but... Let's be honest, this movie wasn't marketed to people who are fans of the musical.

It was marketed, and made, to make money. And they choose to do that through, I think, intentionally making the worst possible version ever. Bad press is still press and the more outrageous people said the movie was the more people wanted to go see exactly what kind of train wreck it was.

Which is a disservice to the stage show, honestly, and all the people who've worked on it over the years.

But what can we do, right?

And besides all that, I do... Still own the movie version and I do still rewatch it on occasion. It is entertaining even if it's in a train wreck kind of way. I usually end up watching the 1998 version, then 2019 and then various tour runs that are on YouTube. (I highly recommend the 2016 tour, it's very good)

So in conclusion. It's fun (?) to watch. I enjoy picking things apart and doing analysis (if you couldn't tell!) so like... I don't hate it?

It did what it set out to do, I guess, and I can't fault it for that but. It's not a fair metre with which to judge the stage show imo. But I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, haha.

Jazz hands. I'm more than happy to elaborate or just chat about CATS if anyone wants! I grew up listening to the Broadway CD since I was a toddler so it's been! A very long standing obsession haha. Probably the only other thing on par with CATS is my obsession with Jurassic Park which I've also been a fan of since I was 3 (but that's a whole story in and of itself)

[brelione]

Princess Bitch (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

Warnings:Choking,swearing,poorly written

You sat on the beach,sitting criss cross applesauce as you had been trained to do since pre school.Your adult coloring book was in your lap,a pencil case of prisma colors next to you in the sand.You had always enjoyed coloring and lucky you had upgraded from the simple rose art shitty crayons and dollar store coloring books.It helped with your shitty mental state and your need to be doing something with your hands at all times.You were partially aware of the tall kook that would look at your coloring book over your shoulder everytime he walked by your spot.Even though you were a pogue you still found yourself on the kook beaches to people watch.

It wasnt that you admired kooks or wanted to be one,you just enjoyed watching their body language and the way they’d shriek when the water hit their skin.They would bring coolers full of alcohol and fancy club sandwiches.You couldn't relate,of course.But it wasn't until today that the tall kook actually spoke to you.Your fingers held onto the seashell pink pencil,shading in a person’s face in circular motions.The lines of the picture were light brown so the colors could easily blend into the lines without looking harsh.You could feel the tall kook prince,Rafe Cameron,coming up behind you. “Thats nice...who is it?”Rafe asked,glancing over to Topper,Kelce and Barley.Barley was holding back a laugh,watching as Rafe’s cheeks turned pink and his white teeth bit on his bottom lip.The three teens had been teasing Rafe for weeks,finally getting him to go over to you.You glanced up at the boy,eyes narrowing. 

“What do you want?”You asked him.He smiled nervously,biting the inside of his cheek. “Why do you think I want something?”He asked,hands in his rich boy khakis.You raised your eyebrows,looking over at the other three boys that were pretending not to watch Rafe’s every move. “Your friends are watching you which means they sent you over here.Why?”You asked.He shrugged,looking off at the water. “Um...I wanted to see what you were drawing-coloring,sorry.”He spoke quietly.You stared up at him,studying his face for a hint that he was lying. “Its gonna be margot robbie.”You answered,placing down your seashell pink and reaching for the nectar shade.He nodded,hesitantly sitting next to you.

 “You uh...you do a lot of coloring.”He spoke,stating a fact rather than asking a question.You nodded,continuing to move the tip of the pencil along the paper. “You live on The Cut but you come around here.Why?”He asked.You looked up at him with your (Y/C/E) that he had never seen up close before,the sunlight making every line and curve of your iris visible to him.Your face was so close to him that he could see every pore and every little freckle along your sun kissed skin.Your curled eyelashes were the only thing that kept sunlight out of your eyes.You were so much prettier up close that he never wanted to leave the spot he was in.

 “Just to piss you all off.”You answered calmly,looking around at the groups of girls that kept glancing at you and your shitty clothes in disgust.He nodded,biting the tip of his tongue. “So you hate us all?”He asked.You hummed,moving onto your next pencil.He nodded. “You hate me?”He asked.You nodded. “You havent given me a reason to like you.”You answered.He smirked,thinking about what he was about to say before letting the words flow from his mouth. “Let me see your phone and ill give you a reason to like me.”He waited for you to answer.You giggled quietly,rolling your eyes. 

“You’re so desperate to impress your friends that you went for a pogue?Thats pathetic,even for you,Rafe Cameron.”You shook your head,zipping your pencil pouch shut,closing you book and slipping both into your old backpack before standing up and swinging the bag over your shoulder.He got up,not bothering to brush off the sand as he glanced over at his friends for encouragement.Barley moved his hands in rapid motions,pointing at you and looking as if he was swatting something away.Rafe looked back at you as you walked quickly,your phone in your back pocket.He caught up to you,reaching for your hand.

Your arm,almost on instinct,moved upwards and your hand clenched around his throat. “Never touch me.”You warned,squeezing tight at his jaw before letting your hand drop.He gulped,shocked by your actions. “Alright,okay.I just….I’ve been watching you for a while and I want to get to know you.”He tried to explain himself.You raised an eyebrow at him. “Youve been watching me?Fuckin stalker lookin’ ass.”You giggled,pulling your phone from your back pocket. “No-not like that.Im just-I think you’re really cute and really talented and I wanna get to know you better and ive seen you around and im shooting my shot and its not going well and if you want me to leave ill head out.”He spoke all too quickly,trying to make things make sense.

You laughed at how flustered he was. “Damn,Cameron,who know you were such a simp?”You grinned,looking up from your phone.He ran a hand through his hair,glancing around the parking lot. “So um...is that a yes?”He asked.You raised your eyebrow,questioning him silently. “And what would I be saying yes to?”You asked.He blushed. “Um….a date.With me,whenever you want wherever you want with no questions asked.If you dont like it I wont bother you again.”He tapped at his leg.You thought about it,enjoying this completely whipped version of the Kook Prince. “Give me your phone.”You demande,sliding your phone back in your pocket.He was confused by your words but obeyed you none the less.He didnt want you to choke him again,not under these circumstances,at least.You took his phone,typing your number in and giving yourself the contact name of “Princess Bitch”before turning off his phone and handing it back to him. “See you later,asshat.”You walked,purposefully swinging your hips as you disappeared from his view.

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