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A Love Sea Gifset | Tongrak + Cat Energy
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Escape III
Bruna Vilamala x Eriksson!Reader
Summary: You visit Barcelona
"Looking good," Frido whistled as she slumped next to you in the stands," Looking to trade Germany for Spain?" She wiggled her brows.
"Everyone's abandoning ship," You shrugged," Jill's gone to City, Obi's running off to Bayern. Who knows?"
"Wait, seriously?" Frido looked at you in shock. "I was only joking but you're actually thinking about it?"
You shrugged again. "I'm only looking, getting a lay of the land and stuff. But it's warm here."
"And it's got Bruna."
You grinned. "And it's got Bruna."
"You're so in love with her, you make me sick. You're just like Magda."
"Take it back!" You pretended to gag. "I never want to hear those words again!"
Frido flashed you a grin. "Why don't you go to Bayern like Obi? Nice little sister reunion."
"There's better chance of me going back to Sweden."
"You're going back to Sweden?"
You looked over at the barrier and stood, shaking your head. "No, baby." You cupped Bruna's face. "I was just telling Frido that I'd rather play in Sweden again then join the same club as Magda."
Bruna laughed. "You could use Pernille as a buffer?"
"Magda would get me while I was sleeping. No, it would be much safer is I just came to Barca with you."
You leaned over the barrier to peck her lips. When you pulled away, she was blushing and reached up to keep your hands on her cheeks.
"Really?"
"We're already in talks. I thought about following Jill but I don't think I want to stay that far from you, baby. I told you, I want to be mushy with you like Magda and Pernille are...just...as far from them as possible."
"I'd like that," Bruna said," Are you still coming to the afterparty?"
"Yes. Go, baby, you've only got so long to rest before the second half. Score a goal for me, okay?"
Bruna did.
Half an hour into the second half, she scored from the edge of the box and celebrated by pointing up to where you were sitting and blew a kiss.
"Gross," Frido said," God, you and Magda are definitely sisters. You're always so lovey-dovey with your girlfriends."
"Stop comparing me to Magda!"
Frido must have been getting tips from your sister on how to annoy because she didn't let up until Ingrid dragged her off to the bar at the afterparty.
You nursed your own drink as Bruna sat in your lap, resting her head on your shoulder. You weren't that familiar with her teammates bar Jana so you were happy to let the conversation wash over you.
"I heard you're in talks with Barca?" Keira asked.
You shrugged. "Yeah, looking for something a bit different. Wolfsburg isn't going to be the same next year so I'm going to get out now."
"I heard that City was interested."
"They were. Jill's trying to vouch for them but Barcelona's got good weather and Bruna. It's a no-brainer really."
You felt Bruna grin against your shoulder, leaving soft featherlight kisses to the exposed skin.
"Well, if she keeps scoring like she did earlier then you need to transfer now because, wow, that was class."
You grinned. "I'll keep that in mind. We'll see what your club says."
"You're staying," Bruna whispered with certainty as the conversation moved on," I know you are."
"You're so certain, baby," You tutted," What makes you so sure?"
Bruna fixed you with a pointed look but only really managed to look like a disgruntled kitten. You'd seen angrier looks from Pernille, whose good books you perpetually lived in.
"One of the trainers broke the news that you'd already signed. He thought that I knew."
"Damnit," You said with an eye roll," There goes my surprise. Do I still get points for it?" You winked at her and Bruna laughed, pulling you into a soft kiss even though you were surrounded by her teammates.
"I guess so. When do you start?"
"After the summer," You replied," I'm going to finish off my last season at Wolfsburg and then fly over for preseason with you."
"You could start sending your stuff over now."
You laughed. "Slow your roll there, babe. I still need stuff at my place in Germany. Besides, Magda and Pernille are coming over next week. I didn't want them to be suspicious."
"Are you going to tell your sister?" Bruna asked as she relaxed more on your lap, stealing kisses whenever she could.
"She didn't let me know about her move to Bayern. I found out through Twitter."
"You could be the bigger person."
"Eww, no, gross! I want to stoop to her level! Hell, I want to get lower than her level! In fact, I want to play limbo with her level!"
Bruna giggled. "I think I understand why you and Magda fight as much as you do."
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district 12!reader and jealous peacekeeper!coryo. him taking her roughly up against the wall of the hob after he catches someone looking at her
cw: 18+//slutshaming//misogyny//rough sex
His girl. That's what you are, he reminds himself, seething when he catches you smiling at a thin, dirt-caked man who bought you a drink. Probably some filthy miner. He watches as you take the drink willinglyâsome sort of moonshine it seems to be, the staple of District 12âand wash it down with little grace or decorum. Anger churns in his stomach, his fists clenching. How dare you. And when you knew he was lookingâyou were doing this to spite him.
He watched you for a while longer, how you swing a little on your feet, your eyelashes fluttering. The man makes you laugh. Coriolanus is filled with disgust. Whore. You know exactly how to tease him, and how jealous he was. The man leaned forward to whisper something in your ear, and you giggled. You cast a glance over to Coriolanus, who's lips had twisted into a cruel snarl. You turned away, back to the man, but made an excuse. He could see you mouthing a pathetic sorry, and then slinking away across the room. He'd have to teach you not to disobey him.
When you arrive, his brow is furrowed and his top lip upturned with fury. You give a shy smile, but knew immediately something was amiss.
'Coryo,' You sidle up to him, one hand gripping at his firm bicep. He looks so handsome in his coveralls, dogtags hanging through the slightly unbuttoned shirt, which exposed his well-toned and tan chest. He looked even hotter in his peacekeeper uniform, something you'd made sure he was aware of during your more intimate moments.
'Don't,' He spits, fury blazing in his icy blue eyes. You slink into yourself, taken aback at his outright anger in the Hob.
'Whatever did I do?' You inquire, hands fidgeting nervously. You had to admit, although his anger instilled a little fear in you, it also made the area between your thighs burn and tingle with heat.
'Oh, I think you know,' He rebutted dismissively. You gave a quizzical look, to which he responded with his perpetual glare.
You shook your head, gnawing on your bottom lip nervously. You could feel the cheap moonshine swilling around in your bellyâthe one the man had brought for you. Had Coryo seen that?
'I really don't know what you're talking about,' You offer sheepishly, and his hand reaches out to grip your arm. He strains his grip around you, harshâhe's never handled jealousy wellâand you think of the bruise that would make later. It stung as he continued to clench you.
'Mhm, I don't think so,' He shook his head, tongue clicking as he scolded you. 'Acting like a fucking whore... letting that scumbag buy you a drink. Do I not please you, hm?'
You shook your head, eyes apologetic.
'Coryo,' You began, but he cocked a brow, displeased that you were still calling him by his nickname. How could you be allowed that freedom when you had disobeyed him?
'I don't want to hear it,' He began to pull you away from the crowd, the sound of the band strumming away on their guitars fading into background noise as he brought you two to a quiet alcove.
Coriolanus pushes you up against the wall roughly, hands moving to your skirts, rucking them up to your thighs. HIs icy blue eyes are glistening with a ravenous desire. He presses himself flush against you, hands grasping the smooth skin of your thighs. You can feel him hardening against you.
'What did I tell you about misbehaving?' He taunts, grinding up against your exposed thighs, his clothed bulge ripe against your core. You attempt to clench your thighs together, but he shoves them apart extremely disgruntled at your endeavours to reject him.
'Whores don't get to say no,' He hisses, fiddling with the buttons on his coveralls. It's a little indecent as he has to tie the sleeves around his waist, but he soon frees his cock; hard and throbbing, the tip red and dripping.
'Mhm,' You manage to get out, going a little limp against him, surrendering your body to his whims. You have to admit that sometimes you go out of your way to enrage him... there's something so attractive about his possessive nature. The way he has to have you, and his complete disregard for propriety.
He runs his hand up and down his cock a few times, and then, with a little too much enthusiasm, he hikes your panties down roughly. He then presses his cock straight into your cunt, slick and dripping with want. You let out a high pitched gasp, resting your head back against the hard stone brick of the wall.
Coriolanus pulls your legs up around him, his thick cock now stretching out your walls. You grunt as he begins to thrust, seeing all that pent up desire in his noble face. How his desperation turns him into a savage, and not the star pupil of the Academy in the Capitol.
'You like that, huh?' He asks as he bucks into you roughly, your head knocking slightly against the wall.
A cock-drunk moan escapes your lips, which are plump with blood. He squeezes your thighs between his hands, attempting to get a better hold on you.
'Stupid little whore,' He sputters, pounding your tight, wet cunt. How dare you betray him. You shudder against him, your pussy throbbing with each movement he makes; for although he grows rougher, you can't help but want him all the more.
He removes one hand off your thigh, and reaches up to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. You cry out, feeling a slight tingling in your scalp.
'Don't you ever do that again!' He yells, pulling harder at the roots of your hair.
You nod, unable to form words. He scowls, tugging at your hair once again. A stinging pain shoots through your head.
'Answer me!' He growls, continuing to thrust harshly into you. You whimper, lips trembling, trying to find some semblance of words.
'Yes,' You muster, gasping as you feel him, so deep inside of you, stretching you out, his balls slapping against your entrance.
'Yes what?' Coriolanus demands, and you swallow thickly, a little afraid. Your heart pounds, blood rushing to your head.
'Yes sir,' You sputter. He lets out a contended sigh.
'Mhm, that's right,' He coos. 'Good girl.' His sweet words are a stark contrast to the way he is pounding you up against the wall, movements illuminating the repressed anger that coursed through his veins.
How it turns him on, having you up against this wall, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure as he fucks you like the stupid slut you are. He can feel himself getting closer; the way your pussy clenches around his cock and the desperate sounds you make. He has to remind you that you're his, and only his.
He only has to pump you a few more times, his cock aching for release. The slick leaking from your cunt coats his cock, and he nestles his head in your shoulder, giving a few final thrusts before letting out a deep groan. You feel him finishing inside of you, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of your walls.
Gasping, he slides out of you, and you feel his spilled seed slowly trickling down your thighs. He pulls your panties up, grinning as he thinks about how you're going to have to walk back out there with his cum gradually dripping out.
'You look so pretty,' He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile, used to his sweetness that seems to come back after he gets what he wants.
'Thank you, Coryo,' You say, knowing how he delights in your obedience to him.
He bobs his head, watching as you smooth your skirts down, still a little dishevelled, hair astray. He thought you looked beautiful like this, though; eyes blown out with desire, lips ripe, an overall look of cock-drunkenness. You wrap your arms around him, looking up with a grin.
'You're my girl, huh?' He asks, a small smile crossing his lips and you nod your head in response.
'I'm yours.'
#coriolanus snow#xreader#coriolanus snow x reader#smut#hunger games#tbosbas#coryo x reader#coryo snow#coryo smut#fanfic#tbosbas fanfic#character x reader#coriolanus snow x female reader#coriolanus snow x reader smut#ask#the hunger games x reader
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kept thinking about Eddie & Steve deliberately making jokes to ensure that Dustin and co donât get into the boat on Loverâs Lake.
âNicely done,â Steve says when theyâre far enough away from the bankâwhen theyâve left a disgruntled Dustin behind rather than a worried one.
âHmm? Oh, yeah,â Eddie saysâglances back to where the kids are, although theyâve already got swallowed up by the darkness. ââCourse, man.â He gives a weak smile as he drags the oar through the water. âThose little shrimps would probably try and, like, cannonball right in, and honestly? I, uh, really donât think my heart could handle that.â
âYeah, they⊠really throw themselves into things.â
Steve decides that heâs never gonna bring up Operation Child Endangerment if Eddieâs in the vicinityâthe dude already looks at them all like theyâve got a few screws loose, he doesnât wanna make it worse.
Although, on second thought, him and Dustin probably let that particular cat out the bag with their persistent optimism way back in the boathouse: âThereâs nothing to worry about.â
Eddieâs wide-eyed look painted a thousand words.
Oh, he thinks youâre crazy, sing-songed the perpetual high schooler hiding in Steveâs brain. Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson thinks youâre crazy. Time to seriously re-evaluate your life choices.
âDid you think Eddie was a bit, uh, weird back there?â Dustin asked him later. âLike, heâll be okay, right?â
Dustin was prone to using âweirdâ as a catch-all term, where it could mean anything from someone being genuinely weird to them experiencing severe emotional distress.
Steve clapped him on the shoulder reassuringly. âHenderson, Iâm pretty sure he thinks weâre weird.â
He almost wants to make a joke about that now, get Eddie to laugh, maybe. To tell the truth, Steve had almost cracked and laughed himself once heâd gotten into the boat, when he turned and saw Dustinâs comically outraged expression.
It was only as Nancy and Eddie began to row that he registered the laugh wouldâve secretly been one of reliefâheartened by the sight of the kids left on the shore.
He stays quiet; Eddieâs shoulders are slowly tensing more and more the further across the lake they go.
Itâs not noticeable at firstâRobinâs providing a running commentary on the movements of Dustinâs compass, while Nancy determinedly pulls her oar in and out of the waterâbut Steve soon realises that Eddieâs kind of stopped rowing, instead just making ripples as his grip goes slack.
Itâs damn hard to see, but Steve just barely makes out Eddieâs eyes glittering in the dark, staring down at the lake.
âHey,â Steve says quietly. âYou donât have toâweâre not too far out, we can take you back, man.â He tries for levity. âThis thing holds three people tops, remember?â
Eddieâs smile is more of a grimace. âNah, man. Had enough of being chickenshit.â
âDude, youâre notâŠâ
Steve trails off, biting back his frustrationâit doesnât look like Eddieâs listening to him anyway; heâs still not taken his eyes off the water. Steve briefly wonders if heâs got that thing Robin says she gets sometimes, something about an impâitâs why she never gets on Ferris wheels or whatever, convinced that sheâs somehow gonna fall.
Eddie gives himself a shake and resumes rowing.
âSorry. Sâjust⊠pitch black down there. Heââ Eddie clears his throat. âHe wouldnât have seenââ
His voice cracks, fades into the night. His grip on the oar slipsâhe snatches it back before it can fall.
âEddie,â Steve begins, but Eddie speaks right over the top of him.
âIâI hoped he was just drowning instead.â Eddie scoffs, and thereâs a bitterness to it, an edge of self-loathing that Steve wishes he couldnât hear. âAnd then maybeââ A sigh, another grimace disguised as a smile. âThatâs a pretty fucked up thing to think, huh?â
Heâs got that tone, Steve thinks, like when he kept repeating that he ran away from Chrissyâlike he thought that if he said it enough, someone would snap, condemn him. Like heâs looking for proof that heâs monstrous.
Robinâs still talking, tactfully giving Eddie a semblance of privacy. Underneath her chatter, Steve hears Nancyâs rowing falter for just a moment, and he feels a pang in his chest.
He thinks of Barb and drowning. Wonders again if an ordinary tragedy wouldâve been better compared toâŠ
Then he lets it all sink back down.
âThatâs not fucked up,â he says firmly. âTrust me, dude, thatâs⊠thatâs normal.â
Eddie chuckles shortlyâit sounds like heâs doing something similar, pushing everything down, downâŠ
âNormal, huh? No-oneâs called me that before.â
âFirst time for everything.â
Thereâs a flicker of amusement across Eddieâs face when he replies, âGuess compared to you freaks, Iâm pretty normal.â
âOoh, did that feel good?â Steve says, appealing again to his mental high schooler. âBit of role reversal?â
Eddie laughs more genuinely. âSure did. Community theatreâs done wonders.â
A silence falls, and Steve encourages himself to get all relaxed by the boat bobbing up and down. Yeah, nothingâs strictly been confirmed yet, but he already knew what he was getting into when he stepped off the shore, water leaking into his shoes.
Itâs gotta be him.
âI know what youâre doing, Harrington,â Eddie murmurs.
Steve gives him a questioning look.
Eddie pulls in some long breaths in exaggerated imitation. âYouâre not subtle, Mister Swim Captain.â
âCo-captain,â Steve corrects, hiding his surprise. He canât really imagine Eddie paying attention to the swim team, least of all a former swim team.
âOh, forgive me for my inaccuracy.â
Hmm, heâs getting borderline poetic, Steve thinks. Like he was with Mordor and stuff.
So. Heâs afraid.
âIâll be fine,â Steve says lightly.
Eddie lets out a short groan, mutters something that sounds like famous last words. Then, quieter stillâSteve canât quite make it out.
Something about the dark.
Steve could repeat that heâll be fine, but he knows thatâs a shit reassurance. He settles for continuing to breathe in and out, long and slow; Eddieâs beginning to look like heâs unconsciously mimicking the pattern, his shoulders lowering.
âJust come back up, Harrington,â he says, so softly that Steve mightâve imagined it.
âCo-captainâs promise,â he says.
Eddieâs lips twitch. But heâs still fixed on the lakeâs depths, like heâs waiting for somethingâdreading it.
Like somethingâs lurking in the dark.
#the boat ride across Loverâs Lake#before the dive#pre steddie#eddie and the party#steve and the party#steve and dustin#eddie and dustin#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Hello! If youâre not to busy I was wondering if you could write for dazai, chuuya, fyodor, and sigma with a reader that wears like baggy clothing(kind of like skater style) but one day theyâre at a special event and are dressed all elegantlyđ±
You should dress like that more often
Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma x GN Reader / Fluff / Headcanons
a/n : Thank you so much for your request !! I love the idea so let's goo, hope you like it. I kept the same "environment" but change the dialogues and interactions for them, I'm sorry if the beginning is the same, I didn't really know how to correctly do it.
Dazai :
The grand reception hall buzzed with an air of sophistication as the doors opened to welcome the distinguished guests. Dazai, draped in an all-black attire, strolled into the venue with an air of nonchalance. His sharp eyes quickly scanned the room, ever observant.
Amidst the sea of elegantly dressed peoples, Dazai's attention was captivated by a figure weaving through the crowd. You, typically adorned in loose-fitting clothing and a perpetually disgruntled expression, had undergone a remarkable transformation for the evening.
Dazai couldn't help but stop in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight. The dark fabric accentuated your shoulders and narrow waist, revealing a side of you that had been carefully concealed beneath layers of baggy clothes.
He blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Dazai mused aloud, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
-"Don't act all surprised. Thought I'd try something different for the occasion."
Dazai's smirk widened. "Different is an understatement. I didn't know you had such a figure hiding under those oversized garments. Did you hire a personal stylist, or is this a secret talent of yours?"
You sighed, attempting to maintain composure. "I thought I'd make an effort, that's all. Is it really that surprising?"
Dazai chuckled, circling you as if inspecting the change. "Oh, it is surprising. I never thought I'd see the day when you embraced the concept of form-fitting clothing. It suits you, though."
A faint blush colored your cheeks, and Dazai couldn't help but enjoy the rare sight of you, his partner momentarily flustered. As you both continued into the reception, Dazai couldn't resist teasing you about this new fashion choice. Even if, secretly, he hopes that this won't be the last time you wear these clothes.
Chuuya :
The hall glittered with chandeliers as Chuuya made his entrance. His eyes scanned the room. Amidst the sea of formalwear, his attention was captivated by a figure he recognized immediately.
You, who typically favored loose, comfortable attire, had taken a bold step into the world of formal clothing for the evening. The midnight-blue fabric clung to your frame, accentuating curves and lines that were usually hidden beneath more relaxed clothing.
Chuuya raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Well, who are you and what have you done to my partner ?" he remarked, his voice carrying a tone of mild surprise. "Didn't think I'd see you strutting around like a runway model tonight."
You were caught off guard by Chuuya's observation, you shot him a playful glare. "I can dress up when I want to. Not every day I get to attend such fancy events."
Chuuya chuckled, his smirk growing. "I never said you couldn't. Just didn't expect you to go from baggy to body-hugging in one night."
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Thought I'd give the fashion police something to talk about. You know, keep them on their toes."
Chuuya laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, you've certainly achieved that. I didn't know you had a hidden fashionista side. Maybe I've been underestimating you all this time."
You rolled yours eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. "Underestimating? Please, Chuuya, I can be full of surprises when I want to be."
"Clearly," Chuuya replied, still grinning. "You're stealing the spotlight tonight. Who knew you could turn heads ?"
The conversation continued at length but Chuuya had a hard time staying focused. One wonders why.
Fyodor :
The grand reception hall exuded an air of sophistication as Fyodor's gaze methodically surveyed the room, searching for you. Amidst the elegant crowd, his attention was drawn to a figure moving gracefully through the gathering.
You, typically draped in loose-fitting garments, had chosen to deviate from your usual style for the evening. The pretty clothes you wore accentuated your form in a way that intrigued Fyodor, in more way than one.
Fyodor maintained his composed demeanor as he went to talk to you, "A departure from the usual, I see. What inspired this sartorial change?"
You, meeting his gaze with a confident expression, replied, "Figured it was time for a subtle transformation. People tend to underestimate the power of appearances."
Fyodor nods, "A strategic choice, then. You understand the impact of perception."
You grinned, "Well, I thought I'd add a touch of intrigue to the evening. Keep things interesting."
Fyodor's lips curved into a faint smile. "An admirable goal. Complexity often begets fascination."
You laughed, âA little dance?â you said, holding out your hand. âI have a partner who will be jealous if they see me in such nice company.â Fyodor said, accepting your outstretched hand.
âYouâre really stupid,â you replied, taking him further away, away from the people.
A fascinating evening, indeed.
Sigma :
Sigma in his dark attire entered the hall. Amidst the swirl of activity, his attention was drawn to somebody standing in one of the corner, alone.
You who usually favoring loose-fitting clothes, had opted for something different, very different.
Sigma approached with a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Someone's bringing a whole new vibe tonight. What's the story behind the stylish upgrade?"
You grinned, a spark of confidence in your eyes. "Just felt like trying something out of the ordinary. You know, adding a dash of flair to this boring and stupid party."
Sigma chuckled. "Flair, indeed. It suits you. And here I thought I was the only one allowed to make dramatic entrances."
You teased back, "Oh, there's room for more than one in the spotlight. Care to join me for a dance in the middle of it all?"
Sigma raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I suppose I could be persuaded. Let's make tonight memorable, shall we?"
Sigma held out his hand, you took it. He lead you to the center of the room, ready to make this evening trully memorable.
Hey! I hope you liked it? I'm sorry for having kept a certain line for all the characters but I must admit that I lacked inspiration to bring about the different situations.
See you <3
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Follow up to my last post regarding Sam Heughan allegedly going camping last weekend with a mystery woman...
So, it came to my attention that another blogger connected the dots between Sam Heughan posting on Instagram from the Scottish countryside and a woman posting she was camping in what looks like the same exact spot. The other blogger went on to say something along the lines of not liking Sam's behavior due to who this woman is. And that she wouldn't post the woman's name as a result. This understandably created a lot of chatter and curiosity. People bombarded me with Anons and DMs about it. Certain people on my Team had a suspicion of WHO the woman is. The other blogger loves to claim that she's neutral and simply posts info. But the reality is she is very judgmental of Sam, and more importantly, she surrounds herself with CONFIRMED Sam haters, disgruntled ex-shippers, and Purv aka me haters. That's a FACT and theres no denying it. All anyone has to do is look at the bloggers who leave comments and likes on her posts--all KNOWN Sam haters, disgruntled ex-shippers, and long time haters of moi. The narrative this blogger perpetuates is that Sam is a man whore, and in this instance, a pervert for being with this woman. (She's young. Legal, but young.)
I, on the other hand, believe ALL dating is good, as long as it's between CONSENTING ADULTS. Sam is SINGLE. He can date whoever he wants and as many or as little women as he wants. And like I said in my previous post, Sam isn't deceiving anyone. Unless these women just landed on the planet, they all have social media and know how to use Google Search. They can SEE and READ about who he's dated or dating. I don't know about you, but every woman I know, the second they're interested in a guy, the first thing they do is conduct an extensive Internet search on him. Women are more efficient than the F B I when they want to find out info on a man. đ§ Facts. And, on my blog, I don't use initials, for the most part, I write out full names, so any woman Googling Sam's dating history has LOTS to read about. đ
I don't think Sam is doing anything wrong: he's dating multiple women, it's all consensual, and they are all of legal age. WHAT IS THE PROBLEM? Nothing, dammit, absolutely nothing.
So, if you want a blog that supports Sam and is glad he has an active love life, this is it. For the love of God, he's so fucking hot, who would turn down that golden delicious Scottishness? Not I, lasses, not I. Amirite? đ€ If you want to be a prude with your panties in a bunch over consensual dating between a hot actor and the women who clearly can't resist his charms, the Sam hater blogs are waiting with open arms to brainwash you. Go there.
Okay, so onto what the other blogger posted. I was sent these screencaps. Sam posted this a few days ago. đ
Closer shot of the mountains and sky. đ
The mystery woman in question posted this. đ
Here it is lightened up by me. đ
Seems like the same place. The other blogger said she was sent screenshots of the mystery woman posting from the same place. And the caption in the top right stating she was camping. The other blogger cropped out most of the pic, except the top of the back of the woman's head. đ
I lightened up the pic. It looks like she has blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. đ
Someone on my Team obtained some info that led her to the account of a young female Scottish athlete. It seems that the other blogger is outraged with Sam's "behavior" simply because the woman is 19 years old. Yes, that's young, but again, she is a legal adult. And Sam is famous, there's ton of info online about him. I'm sure the woman Googled him before she got in a tent or camper with him. JS. She and Sam mutually follow each other. đ
It was also pointed out to me that the only set of pics of his that she liked on Instagram is the one he posted when they allegedly went camping together. đ What a coinky dink. đ€đ
She's an accomplished athlete, college student, blonde, Scottish. What's not to like? Again, two single, CONSENTING ADULTS. If that's a problem for anyone, then that's literally YOUR problem. Sam seems verra happy with his life. And any woman who spends little or lots of time with him, I'm sure is happy as well. Again, what is the problem? None that I can see. But, hey, I love sex, and camping, and Scottish lads who look like this. đđ€·ââïž
PS. I'm not going to post her name FOR NOW because there is no concrete confirmation it was her. It's all circumstantial evidence at the moment. If I get something more concrete, then I'll post her name. In addition, I've gotten other DMs wondering if the outrage is because the woman isn't this athlete, but is one of the new cast of Blood Of My Blood. But, outrage over two actors on parallel shows dating would be weird since it happens all the time. Who knows...
That's what I have for now. If it's not the athlete in question, it doesn't really matter, the point is Sam is dating around, enjoying life. Sounds good to me. If you figure out who she is, please, don't be an asshole, and go harass her. Thanks.
As for the haters already frothing in my Anon Asks, keep 'em coming. I LOVE to laugh and laugh and laugh at your idiocy. Go ahead, make my day. đ
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Hey!!! You commented on my post about limetown haha which is why Iâm here. You offered to give podcast recs! What are your favorites?? Iâm looking for some new ones
I completely forgot I had this ask, excuse the delay. Here's a selection of 30 podcasts I enjoyed from a broad range of genres: hopefully at least one appeals.
Let me know if you're after something more specific.
Arden: (Investigative, Comedy) On the 25th of December, 2007, heiress and young actress Julie Capsom crashed her car into a tree and fled into a nearby forest clearing, leaving a trail that seemingly vanished into thin air, and a dismembered torso in the trunk. A decade later, Bea, the first reporter on the scene, and Brenda, a detective on the case, are hosting a true crime podcast about it, and neither is remotely impressed with what the other has to say. Arden is also a retelling of various Shakespeare plays.
Desperado: (Supernatural, Adventure, Horror Elements) In a modern world of gods and magic, three young people, all under the patronage of death dieties, embark on the same adventure for different reasons: for safety, for revenge, and to kill The Old Man in the Sky. Fantastic banter and killer action sequences.
The Far Meridian: (Magical Realism) An agoraphobic young woman wakes one day to discover her lighthouse home has travelled to somewhere entirely unfamilar. As this continues to happen day after day, she uses the opportunity to search for her missing brother. A really unique and charming piece of fiction.
Gastronaut: (Sci-Fi) Interstellar travel audio blog of a former food critic as he travels to an active warzone to get firsthand experience with unfamilar cuisine. ft. Disgruntled martian nobility, sinister businessmen, explosive mushrooms, forbidden snacks, rogue revolutionary artists, and the consequences of your actions.
Girl in Space: (Sci-Fi) The Girl In Space lives alone on a space station, doing science, making cheese, rewatching Jurassic Park, and tending to the plants, animals, and artificial sun entrusted to her. It's a little lonely, but not a bad life. Would be a shame if someone came along to ruin it.
The Goblet Wire: (Microfiction, Weird Fiction) A surreal microfiction with horror elements, taking the form of phone calls to an audio-based game in which the voice of the mysterious Dictator leads each player through fantastic and horrific world and story.
Hello From The Hallowoods: (Horror, Supernatural) A dramatic entity beyond your comprehension visits your nightmares to tell stories of the people (in varying degrees of human and alive) that inhabit the strange, deadly, and beautiful Hallowoods, as they find meaning and sometimes eachother.
Hi Nay: (Supernatural Horror) A year after moving to Toronto, sound designer Mari finds herself drawn into helping people around the city with various horrific supernatural encounters due to her babaylan (shaman) family background. It quickly becomes apparent that there's something much more sinister and complicated happening in the background.
Inco: (Microfiction, Sci-Fi) A perpetually exausted interstellar information trader and her peppy AI find a mysterious (read: bratty) boy floating in space and are inadventently pulled into a world political intrigue.
Inn Between: (Fantasy) Ever curious about what the D&D characters get up to at the tavern between sessions? A generally lighter-hearted (with some exceptions) with richly-written and always-growing characters. A really interesting format, too: a lot of the adventure appears in the "next time" and "last time" segments which makes it all flow really nicely. Not a tabletop podcast.
Janus Descending: (Sci-Fi, Horror, Tragedy) A xenoarcheologist and a xenopaleontologist are sent to a study a dead city on a distant world. Nobody likes what they find there. A unique format, with one set of logs presented first to last, and the other last to first. I'd recommend listening to the supercut for this one.
The Kingmaker Histories: (Steampunk, Weird Fiction, Adventure, Fantasy Elements) In the Valorian Socialist Republic 1911, on her 25th birthday, tailor's apprentice Colette experienced the worst headache of her life. As a result, she fleed from town with a human artificer and a fae chef - both now smugglers - pursued by an utterly furious flesh-crafter. I'm not sure I'm selling how good this podcast is but it's very good.
Life With Althaar: (Sci-Fi, Comedy) A human repairman moves to a space station on the edge of human territory that is perpetually on the edge of self-destruction, and ends up with a less-than-ideal last-minute roomate. Althaar is polite, friendly, deeply interested in human culture, and eager to be friends. Unfortunately he belongs to a species that sends humans into a visceral panic at a glance.
Lost Terminal: (Sci-Fi, Hopepunk) Seth is a very lonely AI living on a satellite. His crew were left stranded aboard with no hope of return, and it's been longer than he can count since then. The Earth below him has changed dramatically, and with only a few other AI down there to talk to, he's very lonely. But! He has a plan to make some new friends.
Love and Luck: (Romance, Slice-of-Life and Urban Fantasy Elements) Voice messages cataloguing two young men falling in love and opening a queer dry bar together.
Midnight Radio: (Light Supernatural, Romance) Sybil McIntyre, host of the ever-popular 1950's nightly radio hour, begins exchanging letters with an old fan who has reluctantly returned to visit Sybil's beloved town.
Midst: (Weird Fiction, Western, Sci-Fi and Fantasy Elements) The old-western planetoid islet of Midst floats, rotating steadily, in a sea of reality-warping darkness. Down in the town of Stationary Hill, things are in movement, and vistors from the light above are about to bring unanticipated change. ft a monocycle-riding monster-hunter, radio-famous airship paladins, deadly mica, the universe's peppiest cultist, good dogs, and a really strange businessman.
The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality: (Weird Fiction, Supernatural, Urban Fantasy and Horror Elements) A friendly AI tour guide leads you on a tour of the Mistholme Museum, explaining the strange and often alternatural story behind each item.
Monstrous Agonies: (Supernatural, Relationship Advice) An interpersonal advice show for supernatural entities and other people living liminally in the modern world.
Night Shift: (Urban Fantasy, Investigative) Set in a modern world with the addition of magic, which manifests in small inherited skills/traits, can warp people in horrific ways, or can be manipulated with the right science (and intense work) to induce superpowers. Sebastian Fenn is a barista at Night Shift Coffee, but since things are slow he's decided to start a podcast to talk about various mysteries, crimes and conspiracies around the city, and of course finds himself deeper in them than he'd intended.
The Pasithea Powder: (Sci-Fi, Thriller Elements? I think?) The last major interplanetary war was full of atrocities, but none more infamous then the creation of Pasithea Powder, a memory altering drug which was used to horrible effect and landed it's entire team of creators in prison. So when decorated war hero Captain Sophie Green sees one of them wandering free, worlds away from his prison, she gets in touch with a very old, estranged friend: one Dr. Jane Gonzalez, who's behind bars for the very same reason.
SCP: Find Us Alive: (Weird Fiction, Supernatural, Horror and Slice-of-Life elements) You don't need to know anything about SCP to enjoy this. A research team gets trapped in an underground research facility when the complex collapses and the building is dragged into a pocket dimension. The tear it was designed to study begins creating tiny copies of itself, generating strange entities the team needs to deal with. And as if that wasn't enough, the entire situation physically resets itself every 30 days. And yet, this is genuinely also an office comedy.
Second Star to the Left: (Sci-Fi) Audio logs of a scout sent to explore and establish early infastructure new world, and the communications with the minder in charge of keeping her alive.
Seen and Not Heard: (Slice-of-Life, Drama) Seen and Not Heard follows Bet, who's still adjusting to life a year after a bout of severe illness, and the resulting hearing loss it caused. It's about the ways we make connection, and food, and art, and different kinds of grief.
The Silt Verses: (Horror) In a modern world where gods are abundant, frequently both commercialised and restricted, two devotees of an outlawed river god go on a pilgrimage.
SINKHOLE: (Sci-Fi, Weird Fiction) Forum posts from a data restoration community in a near future where the human brain is its own computer and one city hosts a massive void.
Starfall: (Fantasy) Seeking to escape her mysterious past and find some purpose, a young swordswoman joins a travelling actor's troupe. This new life is unfamilar and sometimes stressful, but she's taken under the wing of stagehand Fel, who's determined to help her feel welcome as she experiences the figurative and literal magic of the theatre for the first time.
The Tower: (Weird Fiction) A low-key, meditative podcasy about a young woman who decides to climb a seemingly endless tower. Gorgeous sound design.
The Vesta Clinic: (Sci-Fi) New GP Dr. Fae Underwood, with the expert transcription skills of resident AI Sec, writes up patient reports on human and alien patients of The Vesta Clinic, a medical clinic on the edge of human space. Really comfy and creative.
Victoriocity: (Steampunk, Mystery) Set in the steam-powered Victorian city of Even Greater London, an aspiring journalist and a tired detective find themselves working together to solve a strange murder. I say Victorian but as queen Victoria is now an extensive grandiocity of cyborg components following seven only-kind-of-successful assassinations, you may need to adjust expectations a little.
#audio drama#recommendations#fiction podcast#long post#arden#desperado#the far meridian#gastronaut#girl in space#the goblet wire#hello from the hallowoods#hi nay#inco#inn between#janus descending#the kingmaker histories#life with althaar#lost terminal#love and luck#midnight radio#midst#the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality#monstrous agonies#night shift podcast#the pasithea powder#scp: find us alive#second star to the left#seen and not heard#the silt verses#sinkhole
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Do you not recall?
On a whim of inspiration I created a small care package of a doodle and a small story about two sad blorbos owned by @poppy-purpura. Hereâs some context for better understanding of what is going on. The story is under the cut
CONTEXT: ĐĄreation of Hundreds' puppet was part of a peace agreement between the spiritualist tribe of the Ancients and the more advanced Dense Metals Alliance. The creation of the design and, in part, the personality, of Hundred of Drops was delegated to Silver, the senior of the local group. He created the puppet design based on his personal preferences, with as much care as he was capable of. But when Hundreds' construction was over, the Alliance was not thrilled that their iterator wanted to befriend an iterator of an outsiders and memories of his involvement in the creation of Hundreds were blocked. But Hundreds remembered everything. And Silver's indifference made him angry, this grudge was carried with him for many, many cycles. In the end, Hundred eventually got Silver stripped of his status as the group's senior and became the senior himself. And in retaliation Hundreds shut down all communications for Silver. Many cycles later, after learning of the serious damage to Silver's superstructure, he decided to visit him in person to look into his sullen face one last time.
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- Oh, there you are! You know, I've been looking for your puppet in this cesspool of a superstructure for eternity to talk to you, since as your senior, I just couldn't help but-- Silver?
The hunched figure in the corner of the puppet chamber was practically motionless. No sign of a reaction. But he was definitely alive, one could tell by the faint movements of the hands. Ambrosia of Silver seemed to be tracing the contours of the chamber's tiles.
Hundreds stepped closer. He knew that the legs of the structure had been damaged, his overseers showed that the fracture beneath Silver's structure was literally ripping the ground out from beneath him. Something might have been damaged, surely, but...
Concern amidst irritation came to be. Was he not responding out of stubbornness? Hundreds called out to Silver once more, touching him on the shoulder
- Ambrosia of Silver, I'm talking to you
This time he slowly turned around. A haggard face, a tired look. Itertator saw that some of the vestments had been lost, and what remained was frayed to bits.
- Đh? Sorry about that.. I must not have heard. Did you want something?
It had been a long time since Hundreds had talked to Silver like this, face-to-face. He himself cut off Silver's communications a long time ago. Deservedly so! But... Hundreds frowned, bewilderment reflected on his face. He didn't remember Silver speaking so slowly and quietly. Maybe he had regretted his behaviour? Too bad, he had expected to look at his perpetually disgruntled face. He's so charming when he's angry. And he's usually so easily flustered. Oh, well.
Perhaps Hundreds had been silent for too long, because Silver started talking again:
- I don't know your name, but I have to say... - Silver's cloudy gaze warmed, -Your creators did a good job on your puppet. I... I really like those red accents. And that robe looks good on you.
Silver reached out to touch Hundreds' hand, but he jerked it away. - What? - Silver's words disconcerted Hundreds, he forgot what he was going to say, only mumbles came out of him, - But-- But you..
- Yeah, I probably shouldn't have said that, - Silver interpreted Hundreds' reaction in his own way, and he let out a quiet chuckle, - You should probably go, stranger. There's... there's nothing left here. And itâs dangerous too.
- Is this, - Hundreds' voice sounded helpless, - Is this some kind of joke? Not funny, Silver! Hey? - he noticed that the former senior's gaze was wandering again, he didn't seem to be listening anymore, -Hey, Silver!
Hundreds took Silver's face in his palms, tilted his head slightly towards himself. Realisation began to come gradually. A thought he'd been chasing away all the way here. For many, many cycles of the journey.
- I really don't know who you are. I'm sorry,- Silver grew sad, not resisting Hundreds' gesture, - But I'd really like to know what your name is. If you're willing to share
- My, - iterator's voice faltered, - my name is Hundreds of Droplets
- Hundreds, huh... that's a beautiful name. I like it.
#Ambrosia of Silver#Hundreds of Drops#rain world#iterator oc#rainworld#rainworld story#rainworld iterator#mossyoss_gifts#rainworld off the string
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Kissing: Calvin "Freckle" McMurray
Pairing: Calvin "Freckle" McMurray/Reader Content Warnings: None!
Rocky's HERE // Mordecai's HERE
Kissing Calvin is like stepping into the ocean for the first time. A brief moment of trepidation, followed by nothing but excitement and, oddly enough, tranquility. The perfect balance that leaves you wanting more, and more, and more.Â
Calvin is a naturally nervous man -- plagued by perpetual shyness from an early age, he often has to work himself up to do⊠much of anything, really. Dating you has emboldened him just a fraction, although the outside world is oblivious to this.
This is all to say that it's very rare that he'll initiate a kiss on his own. Not for lack of wanting, mind you -- he just struggles to make that last leap. But you pick up on his signs pretty quickly, nowadays.Â
His eyes bounce to you more often, tail swishing nervously. His eyes will dart to your lips, but he brings them back up so quickly that it makes his desires far too obvious. It's such a rapid motion -- sparked by want, fueled by the anxiety of getting caught -- that it draws more attention to it than if he let his eyes linger. It's cute. He's still not sure how you always seem to figure him out, but you're not going to tell him your secrets any time soon.Â
His kisses are⊠warm. Soft. They feel like home. Every kiss with him feels like your first, in the sense that it always seems to carry that same unspoken weight of "I love you." Sure, many of your kisses happen simply to wrap yourselves in the presence -- the experience -- of one another⊠and yet, they always feel meaningful.Â
Maybe it's the way that he always seems to linger when you pull apart, or maybe it's the way he looks at you afterwards, or maybe it's the way he always seems to be caught breathless. Maybe it's just him.Â
As he gets more comfortable in your relationship he loves to hold you more -- cupping your face tenderly, or loosely holding onto your arm. His hands don't roam too much once they settle, but he always drags his thumb gently across the skin.Â
He often finds himself leaning back in once you pull apart, shaky breath fanning over your lips for a second that feels like a lifetime before the distance is closed once again. He loves you a lot -- let him be selfish, just this once.Â
Very sad when he doesn't get his "good morning" kiss. It's such a crucial part of his routine, and his day just feels off without it. It's the one time he'll actually speak up for affection⊠even if his "speaking up" is just him giving you the most adorable, disgruntled pout. Did you forget something? I think you might have forgotten something. He gets this bashful little smile when you figure it out.Â
There's only two times where his kisses aren't soft.Â
When there's been a good firefight, and when there's been a bad firefight.Â
The adrenaline from the former has him dragging you in for once, hands gripping anywhere they can, as he steals your breath away. It's so distant from the Calvin you've come to know, and it's fucking exhilarating. Your lips meet once, then twice, thrice⊠he hardly gives you a moment to breathe, not that you're complaining. He has the faintest bits of laughter spilling from his lips when he pulls away, but it's not long before you're pulling him back in. He'll be embarrassed about it later, but for now, he's content to enjoy the moment.Â
The latter however⊠Once he knows you're okay and safe he's pulling you in for one long, borderline bruising, kiss. He has to know you're okay. He has to know you're here. He clings to you, like you'd disappear if he didn't hold you tight enough. He gets a little more lax with his affections after moments like these. You never know when life might intervene, and he can't stand the idea of missing out on even a moment of your affections. And in this line of business⊠He doesn't want to think about it.Â
#divider by @cafekitsune#lackadaisy x reader#calvin mcmurray x reader#lackadaisy freckle x reader#freckle mcmurray x reader#lackadaisy calvin x reader#lackadaisy imagine#lackadaisy imagines
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AAAHHH! I can't choose, so I'll let you do it. I like "youâre really good at that." ; "you donât have to be gentle. i wonât break." ; or "take off your clothes" for cutie patootie Mr. Robert "Bob" Floyd. Pllleeeeeeeeaseeeee!
AN: 18+ only. Smut-ish.
Youâre the one that broaches the subject.  You and Bob are sitting on his couch, watching a movie half-heartedly as you snuggle up against him.  He has an arm around your shoulders, his fingertips tracing abstract shapes against the bare skin of your upper arm.  Every so often, he turns his head and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
Itâs still pretty new, this thing between you and Bob.  He had been content to admire you from afar, and you might have never even known about his crush on you if Bradley hadnât intervened.  Now here you are:  six months into your relationship with Bob Floyd.  Comfortable, but still learning about each other.
You love your time with Bob, but you wish he wouldnât treat you like glass.  You know much of it is just his polite nature, raised to be a gentlemanâŠbut heâs so precious when he touches you.  So careful, so deferential. Â
You wonder what Bob Floyd might be like if he loosened the reins a little.Â
âMovieâs almost over,â he murmurs against your head.
âBed then?â
He hums in agreement, and you take a breath to steady yourself.  Still facing the television, not quite brave enough to look at him, you say, âBobbyâŠin bed?  You donât have to be gentle.  I wonât break, you know.â
His tracing fingertips still at your words.  âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, if you wanted to try new things, we can.â
He splays out his hand, shifts to cup your shoulder.  âNew things like what?â
âI dunno.â  You shrug against him.  âWhat about something like roleplay?â
âHuh.â  Against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat quicken.  Just a little.  But then he says, âlike teacher and school girl?  I donât think Iâd like that.  Itâs kinda gross, isnât it?â
You snort and turn your face against his side.  âWhat about something where everyone is an adult?  LikeâŠ.I donât know.  Patient and nurse?  Or professor and student?â
âHuh,â he says again.  Thereâs a long moment of quiet, and you know heâs turning it over in his mind like he does a lot of problems.  Heâs examining it from all sides.  âI could be a state representative and you could be my disgruntled constituent.â
Itâs one of the things you love best about Bob.  Heâs quiet by nature, and people infer that to mean heâs weak or perpetually anxious.  Heâs neither of those thingsâheâs actually quite adventuresome, willing to try new things.  He just needs a minute to mull it over.  And he usuallyâlike nowâaddresses it with humor.
You giggle against him.  âStern librarian and patron returning overdue books.â
âCop and criminal, but the cop is a parking cop and the criminal is someone whose meter expired.â
âDentist and patient who is clearly lying about their flossing habits,â you say, and it makes him chuckle.
âThatâd be a good way to work in an oral examination,â he adds, and you gasp in mock-outrage, pull away from him and place a hand over your heart.
âRobert Floyd, you are a pervert,â you tease.
He reaches out with both hands and squeezes your waist.  âYouâre the one suggesting role-playing, sweetheart.â  He leans forward and kisses you, a loud, playful smack, but thereâs heat behind it. Â
You grip his biceps, dig your fingertips into the hard muscle there.  âSoâŠ.what do you think?  Want to try it?â
People often infer that Bob Floyd is some sort of innocent, a sheltered boy instead of a career military man who graduated from TOPGUN, an elite training program.  You think itâs his big blue eyes, but if people could see how dark his eyes get, how easily his pupils go wide with desire, theyâd rethink their innocent baby Bob image.
His big blue eyes go dark now.  âAbsolutely,â is all he says.
*****
Bob doesnât want to oversell it, and he plays it as cool as he can, especially around Nat and the other Daggersâbut he loves you.  A lot.  He thinks someday heâll have to pay Rooster back for asking you out on Bobâs behalf.  He can picture naming his son Bradley someday in thanks.
Because you?  Youâre the coolest, nicest, funniest girl heâs ever known.  And for some unfathomable reason, youâre with him.
Bobâs had girlfriends and lovers before, and heâs always enjoyed sex, but he never realized howâŠwell, how fun it can be.  How light-hearted.  Sex with you is deep and meaningful and special, sure, but itâs also fun.Â
You laugh in bed with him.  You make him laugh.  You joke around, and all that merriment and laughter makes a lot of space for playing around.  For trying new things.  Released from the terrible pressure of perfect performance, Bob has the latitude to play in the bedroom with you.
Like this now:Â Â role-playing.
âOkay,â you say as you stand near the bed.  Heâs sitting on the edge, watching you with a grin at your obvious glee.  âI got it.  Youâre an admiral with the navy, and Iâm a private with a lot of disciplinary problems.â
His grin widens.  You arenât military and you know little of it aside from what heâs taught you or what youâve seen on TV or movies.  âThe Navy has seamen, honey.  Sailors.  Not privates.â
âThere you go!  Iâm so bad at the Navy life that I donât even know what I am.â  You try to put a pout on your lovely mouth and add, âthatâs why my admiral needs to set me straight.â
âAlright.â  He leans forward.  âIâm Admiral Floyd.â  He takes a breath and tries to slip into the role.  He has no desire to ever be an admiral, but he pretends.  He needs to be stern.  He needs to be decisive.  Maybe a little mean, and that might be difficult when it comes to you.
He also needs to keep it understandable.  He has to simplify the languageâotherwise your natural curiosity will ruin the role-playing and heâll find himself explaining JAG and military disciplinary procedures instead of losing himself in you.
âYouâre out of regulation, sailor,â he says, and he drops his voice a quarter-octave.  âYour shirt is untucked and your hair is too long.â
You try.  Goddamn, but itâs cute how hard you try.  You stand up straight and salute him (wrongly) and say, âIâm sorry, sir.â
âAdmiral.â
âIâm sorry, Admiral.â
He shakes his head, stands up.  He stalks around you, pretends to study you closer.  âYouâre a goddamned disgrace to the United States Navy,â he says.  âItâs a sorry goddamned state of the military that we accept recruits like you.â
You turn your head (wrongly) and shoot him a contrite look (also wrong).  âIs this because I stole that boat and crashed it into a sandbar?â
Bob has to bite the inside of his cheek at your idea of Navy sins.  His voice comes out, shaky with suppressed laughter.  âThatâs the least of your problems, sailor.  And eyes forward.  Donât you dare look at me.â
Your eyes do slide away from him and fix on the far bedroom wall.  âIâll take whatever punishment you see fit, sirâŠ.Admiral.â
He scoffs.  âYes, you will.â  He comes to rest in front of you, and he peers into your eyes.  Youâre a fast learner, though.  You refuse to meet his gaze.  âTake off your clothes, sailor.â
That draws your eyes.  They stutter on his before they return to watching the far wall. Â
Youâre a fast learner, though.  You lift your hands and start to unbutton your shirt, then shrug out of it.  Then you unbutton your jeans, unzip the fly and push them down your legs, giving a little wriggle as you work them over your hips.  You kick them away and then pause in your lingerie until Admiral Floyd adds, softer, âall of your clothes, sailor.â
It takes another moment to undo your bra and draw it down your arms, then to bend down and push your panties off of you.  When youâre finally naked in front of himâyour eyes slipping to his for a beatâhe orders you to undress him next.
Which you do.  You go slow, easing his shirt off of him, undoing his belt.  You kneel down to work his pants and boxers off of him, and you shoot him a curious look while youâre at his feet.  A question in your eyes.  Which Admiral Floyd answers for you.
âNot that, sailor,â he says with a stern shake of his head.  âYou canât get out of your list of infractions that easily.â
The problem is, youâve sprung this on Bob.  Heâs game to play at this, but now that youâre both nakedâand you took your time stripping him, let your fingers linger over his bare skin as you did itâthe fantasy falls away.  He canât quite think of anything he wants to do as Admiral Floyd because he, your Bobby, just wants to toss you on his bed and make you laugh until your laughter turns to sighs and moans.
You sense it.  Maybe you see it in his expression.  You stand up and tilt your head as you study him, then you say, âwe can stop, if you want.â
âItâs fun.  Really.  Iâm justâŠmy thinkinâ kinda goes out the window when youâre standing in front of me lookinâ so good.â
You give him a heated look, pointedly scanning him from head to toe and back.  âLikewise, solider.â
âSailor.  Lieutenant.  Weapons Specialist, actually.â  He grins as he bridges the distance between you, takes a step until heâs right in front of you.
âHmm.â  You move towards him too, press the length of your naked body against his.  His hands find your waist and pulls you firmer to him, and you lay your palms on his chest.  âWould Sailor-Lieutenant-Weapons Specialist Floyd be interested in taking me, a mere civilian, to bed?â
He pretends to think about it.  He screws up his face in concentration until you swat him, and then he answers you.
âI think Sailor-Lieutenant-Weapons Specialist Floyd would be honored, maâam.â
âAh.â  You tilt your head up at him, and then you lean forward and kiss himâslow, lingering, the tip of your tongue tracing along his lower lip.  âThen take me to bed, sailor.â
âYes, maâam.â  He breaks his hold on you quick, scoops you into his arm and then walks the two steps to the bed, tosses you onto it.  âAs you ordered, maâam.â
#ask game#bob floyd#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd imagine#robert floyd#robert floyd x reader#robert floyd imagine#top gun maverick#tropes and tales
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non-caffine induced ramblings below!!
feel like people are already wondering if future teammates' pets(?) will get along (george and kimi for example - people wonder if the deer and tiger will ignore each other or what...)
Also - geri is an honorary member of the shifter groupchat I don't make the rules
I feel like Danny Ric would've had a quokka gf in an alternate universe
Someone should definitely give Ollie's gf a hug because she's got a sore throat from screaming that her bf is the best bf ever after his Haas points... Also she's the biggest sweet tooth ever like you cannot stop her from eating sweets
Franco's gf (orange cat gf) hisses at people who critic her bf, but she is especially suspicious of James
Oh, and Max's ragdoll gf has adopted Liam (lawson) as her and Max's grid kid. If Charles gets Oscars and Ollie and Leo then Max gets Liam
- đș anon who's a bit sleepy and bored rn
hi đș anon, welcome back :)
my thoughts below:
people may talk, but ultimately, i believe the answer to the first one is definitely. george's gf will start off a little skeptical at first, but quickly becomes fast friends with kimi's gf. she takes over lewis' gf's usual job as the mother of the paddock, and makes sures kimi's gf gets acquainted with massive jump in fame that comes along with the f1 paddock life.
no arguments there! the shapeshifter!gfs all jump at the opportunity to talk to the iconic ginger spice.
haha, when you mention quokka, my mind can't stop replaying that clip when a reporter or something compares yuki to a picture of a quokka at the AUSgp! anyways, according to google, quokkas are known to be friendly, curious, social, and have a perpetual smile. when reading that you CANNOT tell me that that isn't perfectly describing daniel. ughh they'd be the most adorable couple on the grid!!!
while most new wags are more reserved and shy, opting to stand quietly in the garage, ollieâs gf is not afraid to yell herself hoarse during and after the race (nicole sherzinger style). like i can imagine f1tv panning from oconâs super shy gf standing quietly in esteâs paddock area, and then a zoom in shot to ollieâs gf literally leaping up and down and deafening engineers. anywaysâŠ.the sweet tooth! it def comes with being a bear cub shapeshifter⊠she has been a victim of kimiâs occasional winnie the pooh jokes one too many times :( referring back to an anonâs thought about bear eyes, ollieâs gf would also use it to her advantage to somehow get herself a billion jars of straight honey??? like ayao will call ollie to the office one day to talk to him about a weird invoice billed to the haas company for a ridiculous amount of honey. ollie walks in with the bear cub clinging to the side of his leg, and it doesnât take a whole five minutes before ayao has the invoice signed, approved, and sent out on express shipping đ
francoâs gf is epitome of the screeching, upside-down parabola shaped halloween black cat !!!!! (but in orange) youâll be lucky if she lets you off with a simple hiss if she hears something even inferencing a critic about franco. if youâre one of the unlucky ones, you better hope you packed a few band-aids!
thatâs right! itâs only fit that as a reserve driver in rbâs sister team, liam would be adopted by one of the redbull drivers. you can commonly find maxâs gf sitting by liam on the pit wall or in the rb garage when thereâs not too much action on track. itâs funny when he makes a quip about maxâs accidental wide turn, or raises an eyebrow at a failed overtake when he thinks no one is looking. (she always reports liamâs comments to a disgruntled-looking boyfriend after the race, and giggle as liam adamantly denies doing so. liam can never figure out how max could hear his whispered comments from the garage when max had been racing on the tracks??) itâs not until liam officially becomes a driver for rb when he is let in on the shapeshifting secret. (he got so pissed when he realized that the cat was actually maxâs shapeshifting girlfriend) anyways, when race weekends for both drivers start, you can find her campering back and forth from each garage during race day! when she sees liam a looking a little too stressed, she likes to bring him her lighting mcqueen plush from her the redbull garage. during media days, when max is doing an interview, you can find her following liam around the paddock (for protection reasons only, she assures max when he gets a little jelly of all the attention on liam).
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Hi Slav, this maybe isn't ghost related, but perhaps more personal. Often times when I read through your posts, I find that we share similar thoughts or preferences. For example, I find it very very odd when the papas are referred to as Terzo or Secondo etc in serious conversation because that isn't how it was when I joined, and it's just not how I enjoy the band. But, I don't want to be someone who perpetuates the new vs old debates. I actually really value and respect your take on things because you're able to inject your opinion in a way that doesn't alienate anyone or make anyone feel stupid. I however feel as though I cannot let go of the frustration I feel when I engage with the fandom. I dont participate much at all because I dont jive with the current culture, but when I do indulge I just feel discontent and disgruntled. It's like I can feel myself becoming the jaded old man. I'm not super hung up on it, it's not really something I think about often. I usually just use the walk away method the moment I start to feel irritated. I got other things to do besides get mad at things I cannot change. But it still sucks
Preamble out of the way, how do you stay so calm and chill and remember to be considerate when you feel your enjoyment of things doesnt align with the vocal majority? How did you acheive your current mindset beyond just learning to let go or not engage with things that might lead to feelings like this? I'm using ghost as the base for this question, but I'm really asking for some general wisdom. I apologize if that's a little loaded.
Jokes aside, this is a lovely and thoughtful question, thank you, but Iâm not sure if I have any advice, other than âcreate your own bubble and live in it because the outside world is a terrible place.â I have my own Ghost-bubble that I very rarely step out of. When I do, I sometimes regret it. You must remember that what thoughts I decide to share here are not all of the thoughts I have. I go through those same moments of disillusionment as you do, itâs just not something I necessarily want to burden others with, so you donât see me talking about it. I always tried to make this place, to the extent I could make it so, positive and welcoming to everyone, so I keep my personal frustrations on the down low. Doesnât mean it doesnât happen, though. Yes, learning to let go and not engaging with matters that leave you feeling like this is possibly the only solution with any viable effects. I try to keep in mind that my enjoyment of the band is my personal experience. What others think and how they behave or interpret things doesnât define the true essence of what I hold dear. Ask yourself: what was it that made you fall in love with the band? What brings you real joy? Then focus on that. This wonât apply to everyone, but a lot of what brings me joy in relation with the band are things I do on my own, e.g. writing with no intention to share the texts with anyone, collecting, archiving, keeping stats on things that probably only I care about, etc. Thatâs my happy Ghost bubble, mostly a lone but peaceful place. I think itâs absolutely crucial to craft your own fandom experience, one that suits and satisfies your needs while also keeping you sane. This is meant to be a positive experience after all. But sometimes you gotta make effort to make it so.Â
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Vesuvia Weekly; Watching Them Sleep (Rowan and Julian, feat. Portia!)
originally i had two concepts for this prompt and then just kept scrapping them interchangeably before i finally settled on this one. i wrote it in first person to try out something new!! the word count is like 1k as usual
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"...And you're telling me this happens all the time?"
Portia stares down at Julian's unmoving body, his cheek pressed against the kitchen table and eyes closed. Her eyes are wide with shock but I can tell it's taking every ounce of self control she has for her to not burst out laughing.
Julian was convincing me that he could manage to stay awake for a few more hours since we already invited Portia over for some early evening tea. But the moment I left the kitchen to let her in through the shop's door, we both heard a harsh thud followed by a low croak. Apparently it was Malak that played a part in making Julian smash his forehead into the table.
I shoo the raven off his head with a deep sigh and he lands on the nearby counter with an annoyed caw.
"Not all the time... We just fell out of our sleeping routine a bit recently." I say quietly and cross my arms, "We used to go to sleep togetherâgetting into bed strictly at the same timeâto keep our schedule consistent, but all it took was one all nighter pulled and..." I wave my hand in Julian's general direction with a mildly guilty expression. It was my recent fever that made him not sleep well in the first place after all.
"Even all that caffeine didn't help him in the long run, huh?" Portia scoffs and rolls her eyes, "...He looks awful." she mumbles, tilting her head to get a better look at him.
We both keep staring at Julian. Nobody would expect someone as perpetually exhausted as him to be an aesthetically pleasing sleeper... And he sure looks terrible. His hair is disgruntled, his eyebags worse than ever, he has a faint red mark on his forehead and he's starting to drool onto the table a bit. That's actually kind of cute... At least his face doesn't seem tense, as it so often does due to his night terrors.
So, suddenly, I get a very strong urge to defend Julian's honor in front of his own sister...
"Actually, he doesn't look all that awful. He's been worse. This is, despite the fact that he's passed out on the table, a big improvement from where we've come from-"
"I can still say he looks ugly." Portia cuts me off with a snort, desperately trying not to start giggling about the situation like a maniac.
"Well- I doubt that Nadia looks all royal and stunning even while she's asleep..." I bite back and nudge her arm with a smile.
"Hey, don't you dare drag Nadia into this! I'll have you know, she looks especially gorgeous when she's asleep!" she tries to sound offended, but isn't able to hide the huge grin on her face.
"...I refuse to believe that."
Just when I think our bickering session is only beginning, Bluebell, that's been sitting cuddled up to my neck this whole time, snags a strand of my hair and brings my attention back to Julian.
"...Right, I should at least get him to bed." I sigh out and scratch the magpie's neck gently.
"Need help with that?" Portia asks, but she's already walking around the table to hoist Julian up from his seat.
"He's light enough... If you just help me get him into my arms, I should be fine."
We move the chair away from the table and Portia manages to catch him before he completely topples over.
"Damn it, he's completely knocked out." she grunts out as he grabs his shoulders.
We maneuver his limp, asleep body for a good few minutes before I finally manage to get a secure hold on him. His arms get thrown over my shoulders which causes Bluebell to fly over and perch on Portia's head instead. And I have to hold his thighs really high up so that his feet don't drag on the floor...
"Pfhah, now he's drooling on your neck..." Portia snickers and slides the chair back under the table.
"Right, just... Just open the door to the bedroom, please..."
I can feel Julian tighten his hold on me for a moment and beginning to nuzzle into my neck before his chin painfully stabs my shoulder. It makes me shudder but I just start walking faster to get him in the bed as soon as possible... At least he's easier to carry when he's holding on like this.
Portia holds the bedroom door open for me and I finally manage to walk over with him to the bed. Supporting his back, I try to lay him down as gently as I can, but I accidentally stumble and make him hit the mattress. Then I almost fall over on top of him which actually makes him stir a little.
"Ahh, who goes there...?", he rubs his eyes and squints at me, his accent sounding a little thicker with those being his first conscious words.
But oh no, I know that tone...
"Has the time finally come? A charming knight has arrived to wake me from my slumber..." he says in a theatrical voice and raises one of his hands to touch my cheek.
I freeze, feeling Portia's eyes boring right into my back. "Uh, Julian-"
"What, aren't you going to kiss me and seal our..." he trails off when I shake my head at him. Then he just stares at me with a very confused and disappointed expression.
I straighten up and step away from him. He goes completely red in the face the second he notices Portia is in the room as well.
"I should've known you guys roleplay of all things. Why haven't I seen you on the stage together yet?" she says with a smirk, looking between the both of us. Julian's still so disoriented after the nap that he can't even get a word out... He probably forgot we were having Portia over too.
"We should get that tea, uh... Brewing... Come on." I quickly pull a blanket over Julian and take his sister's arm to lead her out of the bedroom.
"...Are you going to answer my question?" Portia asks after I close the door behind us.
"I uh, I have stage fright, actually." I answer quickly and take Bluebell off of her head.
"You should get over it, and soon. I can only watch Ilya alone on a stage, monologuing away so many times... Maybe a romance would be a nice change of pace in the repertoire." she elbows me in the ribs with a small giggle, "I am serious though. I could even help you practice and all!"
"...I'll give it a thought."
I really do not want to give it a thought. But I know Portia won't let this go, maybe ever. I might as well start getting a costume ready...
#i'm giggling at the idea of julian not going to sleep after all that and just sitting there confused#vesuvia weekly#watching them sleep#garf lover96 creation#the arcana#julian devorak#this might be clunky but i had so many breakdowns during the process so??#i was debating whether julian would snore but ive decided that his breathing while he sleeps is just too shallow for that
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The more I think about this chapter and read others takes the less negative Iâve become towards it. Iâm just neutral now and if anything I quite like a lot of things in here, especially since the full TCB translations are out now. Iâm still disgruntled about Yuuji like literally being thrown to the side though.
I never cared for Yuuta but he did need a last hoorah, so I hope it is a last hoorah that Yuuta fans find good.
It has been interesting seeing peopleâs takes on the story and what the theme of the story is meant to be. I actually kind of disagree with the takes that JJK is a nihilistic story, for how dark and gritty it can be it very much seems to be a story of hope and change than just a story where good people fail.
I have settled my emotions a bit too. Mostly just feel tired. My main issue is like you said that Yuuji is just getting thrown to the side when we finally get a tense moment between him and Sukuna. Gege really wants to stretch that fight. Yuuji was literally digging into his chest after just landing a Black Flash. Sukuna apparently felt so threatened that he healed his brain and CT, which is quite risky, to cast a domain. But then he can just shove Yuuji away and that's it? Also this Sukuna vs Gojo rehash is for one redundant and also very ill-timed. They could've done this when Sukuna was about to unleash Furnace or his altered domain. When people were actually in danger and Yuuta's sacrifice could've meant something. Yuuta gives a very passionate speech, but the whole time I just have to think that that's really not needed. If they need back-up, the people who got transported away could just come back. Maki's Soul Blade actually seems much more useful here, since we know hurting Sukuna's soul is how you actually get him down.
Also, Yuuta telling Maki that she doesn't understand what it means to be a monster and that she's scared leaves a really bad taste in my mouth. He didn't directly target her, but maybe have some self-awareness about who you're talking to? Not ooc though I would say, nor the rest of his speech and plan.
Another thing that I find confusing is why Yuuta can't heal himself, but is then able to grow Gojo's body together. If it's because of the stitches, Shoko could've stitched up his real body too. Could be that Kenjaku's technique gives a healing boost after the transfer, but they don't talk about that and I don't know how they would know that either. Nobody has ever seen Kenjaku change vessels.
But yeah, overall my reaction is just "do we need to do this again?". I don't agree with the criticisms I've seen that this is too dark, too bleak, too immoral, irredeemable and especially all those comparisons to horror and psychothriller stories. Seems to come also a lot from the people who think Choso's death was bad. Like using Gojo's body like that is grim, it shows how rotten jujutsu society is and that they perpetuate this mindset even in the students, but I think it just shows Yuuta breaking under pressure and emphasizing certain character flaws of his. A negative development. Not necessarily bad. If anything it shows why Yuuji can be the only one to defeat Sukuna because he doesn't give in to Sukuna's believes and he won't let the jujutsu system rob him of his value of life. Even if he sees himself as a tool, he does not treat others like that and he has always been someone who saw Gojo as a human first and the strongest sorcerer second. I wouldn't even say jjk is bleak right now. People have died and Yuuta threw his humanity away, but they are still gradually chipping away at Sukuna.
Certainly not nihilistic. There are very clear values governing the whole story as seen by the dichotomy of Sukuna and Yuuji. I do think they could've been put more into focus by using Shinjuku Showdown to highlight both of their mindsets and hone in more on Sukuna and Yuuji's mentality through it, but it's far from being nihilistic. Everything has meaning, Yuuta just now made the choice to compromise his previous morals. That doesn't mean the overall message is mute. Yuuta only played a small part in it to begin with after all. It's character development for him, but not a complete overthrow of the story's themes. He was told to become stronger he needs to throw away his humanity and disregard others. The challenge for him was to fight while still maintaining his humanity at the cost of not being The Strongest. He failed and also hasn't fully committed to that path, he's just perpetuating Gojo's dehumanization by saying there needs to be someone to fill that role. Someone who needs to stand at the top, despite even Gojo saying (or previously believing) that this burden shouldn't be carried by just one person. That's why he raised the students to be strong. Not quite the right approach either and not a break of the principles of jujutsu society, but certainly not what Yuuta took away from all this that there needs to be one pillar of strength far removed from the others who does the dirty work for them.
So like there is something there in the chapter, an attempt was made to say something, even though I don't think it quite stuck the landing. Doesn't make me especially ecstatic for the next chapters either though.
#don't know if this is entirely coherent but yeah agree that this doesn't make the story grimdark or nihilistic#asks#jjk spoilers#jjk 261
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Could you maybe write a one shot for when Barnes circles back to the world, and his significant other drags him out on a date? Not in a mean way, just to force him to get out, maybe like a fair or a bar etc⊠thank u!
So Scared of You (They're Scared of Me Too).
Robert Barnes x Reader
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Don't be needin' nothin' but you.
He said that once, and like with all truly important things carrying emotional weight and gravitas of meaning, Bob had the tendency to say them one time only and expect you to remember them because he didn't intend on repeating himself.
The mistake was wholly on you as a result, you supposed, for not taking him as literally as you should, sitting in the corner of the dimly lit bar, all in your own space, just the two of you, voices are low and hushed, eyes occasionally carefully fluttering beneath lashes like people intended to take a peek and look but weren't certain if they dared or if they even should; it was the scar they were staring at, you knew that. He knew that too. In spite of that, you figured you two couldn't just be cooped up in the hills in the cabin forever. You had to come out sometime, even if it was once in a blue moon to the degree the stories spinning around you were as wild as they come. Barnes living up in the hills. Barnes' keepin' her hostage. And you loved him. That much was not gossip. Loved him so much you never wanted him to think you felt shame being seen with him. He was your Bob when he left and he was your Bob now that he came back. You wouldn't change a thing about him except maybe have him understand that he was a part of the world; not perpetually at war with it. He needed to need more than you. Wasn't healthy for him to be nothing but your watchdog. At least a drink on the weekends. A date. The occasional round of poker with the boys, you think, hopeful once the barman approaches entirely on his own accord, fidgety and nervous, but oh so willing to accommodate just judging off of his smile. -"Hey, that's alright, Bob."- He points his nose at the half-emptied bourbon bottle on the table, going for a first name basis to maintain an air of friendliness and hospitality.
You wouldn't say Bob goes to reach for his wallet but his shoulders move by about an inch like he was meaning to, eyeing the man from his dark corner. -"You ain't gotta pay. On the house!"- The owner rubs his hands with his back slightly bent like he was overly eager to please and deliberately making himself small. This was the opposite treatment of a disgruntled veteran being spat on on the street. You knew, they were too scared to take Barnes' money for the cheque. He sat there, legs spread, arm resting on his knee and cigarette in his mouth like he knew. Like he was eating all of it up in silence.
That wouldn't do.
Normalcy; a semblance of it. That was your goal.
-"That's so nice, but you really don't have to ---"-
You protest with a smile only to be cut off before mid-sentence.
-"No, no, I insist, ma'am."-
Is all the man says before practically scurrying off somewhere behind the bar riddled with the backs of the quiet patrons planted on their respective barstools sipping their drinks that occasionally threw a quick glance in your general direction like they were trying to guess the topic of that brief conversation that just happened. Bob looks at you through the haze of smoke veiling his face. Hooded eyes, it was like he was goading someone into something, knowing fully well everyone was too chickenshit to do as much as properly look this way. Like he was taunting you, from the corner of his lips and quietly supporting the barman for rejecting your offer. Serves you right, his eyes say. He ain't listenin' to you. He's listenin' to me and I ain't even say 'nun to him. You could hear his drawl in your mind loud and clear, as if though the words were actually uttered by his own mouth and not merely imagined. Even the boys at the billiard table occasionally turning their attention to the old TV on the wall were playing in complete and utter silence, the only sound heard was the occasional cold click of the balls crashing into each other or the thud as they rolled into their hole. A needle could drop somewhere on the floor and the sound would resound like a bomb right about now. Would be heard from here to Nashville at this point.
Cocky.
He was inaudibly cocky.
-"You're enjoying this, Robert."-
You whisper to him, not unkindly, but more as a remark of the real state of things as he downs the last of his liquor, his eyes never leaving you. Don't be needin' nothin' but you, his words slither back into your head unbidden. Why were you surprised if he wasn't here being a social butterfly? He did tell you, fair and square where his mind was at and openly and all you had to do is listen and all you could do is impart a look back at him, a soft one, one you knew he'd understand; one that meant to say Pay that man at least, please, for me? Once his glass cup is empty and the butt of his cigarette crushed in a nearby metal ashtray that's seen better days, he reaches into his back pocket fishing out a couple of bills and tossing them on the table idly, grazing you with a stare; your cue to leave as you push out the table adorned with seating benches eclipsed by two walls and a corner following him; on the way out, you feel eyes follow you like so many hornets; leisurely walk, the floorboard creaks under Bob who was talking his sweet time like he relished how tense the air and the atmosphere around him was, halting just once to look at a man looking at you causing something in your stomach to coil and lurch. The man's face darts to the side quickly and you're just as swift to entwine your arm with Bob's crossing the threshold and out in the first air on the patio. Thank god. You knew this was all your idea in the first place, but thank god.
-"They're so scared of you they're scared of me too."-
You exhale, whispering, stating the obvious.
-"They parted like the red sea."-
You add once he says nothing.
Your own words sounding almost humorous in your own ears.
Bob really intended to play into this, huh?
The fact that folk around here viewed him like he was The Tennessee Wildman or Bigfoot in person cooped up in a house high up in the woods ever since he came home from Vietnam and that they could barely maintain eye contact with his general direction for more than five seconds out of fear for their own lives; as a result, on the rare occasion they did see you, they flat out averted their gaze around you like you were the Sasquatch's wife and that there would be hell to pay if they did as much as contemplate you. He really wasn't going to dispel anyone's notions of him? He was going to take their opinions, play into them and wholly expand them, wasn't he? Once you're alone in the dark next to the parked pick up truck away from the light reflected through the bar's windows, you feel his hand on your buttock, squeezing your backside and leaning his head down to speak against the center of your scalp, your body trapped between him and the door of the vehicle. His breath is hot on you. The moon was shrouded in a veil of mist above the tree line and you swear to god, a lone dog could bark from somewhere in the neighborhood and judging how quiet everyone was in that bar even now, you could envision them all jumping in their seats from how high strung they seemed when you left them.
-"You're enjoyin' this too, darlin'."-
Is all he says.
Your cheeks flare up.
You hated to admit he was right.
#platoon#platoon 1986#robert barnes#bob barnes#robert barnes x reader#bob barnes x reader#robert barnes headcanon#robert barnes headcanons#platoon imagine#platoon imagines#one shot
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supernatural s14e1 stranger in a strange land (w. andrew dabb)
pre-ep recap being ac/dc shot down in flames much better fit than metallica's nothing else matters from 13x01 vibe-wise and matching the pace of the clips. good job, guys. and smooth segue to it being on in the car
s14e1 / the matrix
wtf jackles, what is this speaking voice/cadence. reminds me of keanu reeves?? usually when i make really out there sound associations, i'm a little high. but that is not the case today. he's acting more like an agent than neo, but getting the keanu vibes :p i can't think of what movie specifically i'm thinking of. the devil's advocate and constantine are the other two keanu movies i've seen a bunch, but i dunno
never good when i'm pulling a clip in the first few minutes đ„Ž gonna be a 2-3 day watch i'm guessing.
also don't really understand the styling choices. i get that it helps make a big visual difference between michael and dean, but like. dude wasn't dressing like this old timey fancy man with a flat cap in the au world. is this 20s-ish? never seen peaky blinders but this seems kinda similar? reading about collar pins and bars now. lol
is this the grief beard i've heard about. well maintained, if so
MARY Sam, weâre gonna find him. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know itâs been three weeks since Dean⊠Something will break. It has to. SAM Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that.
so like why does sam need to be in charge and involved in this vampire thing with this bunker full of people? they were fully self organized and fighting before they came here. even if sam is de facto leader for whatever reason; delegate, my guy. no help to anyone if you're not sleeping. call jody in, i bet she could talk some sense into him. also vaguely funny that we're all Team Family Go! but the family i connect with the most for them is jody and her girls
CASTIEL Does any demon know where Dean Winchester is? KIPLING Iâm sorry, did you just say you lost a Winchester? Because, one -- thatâs⊠interesting. And, two, how is that you lost Dean? I thought the two of you were joined at the⊠[Kipling glances down in a suggestive way.] âŠyou know, everything.
in a way i wish i could have watched this without any knowledge of fandom because my knee jerk response is, ew. because i just don't see anything between dean and cas, i have a hard time grasping they're even close, i've just tried to accept it because the show tells us all the time. but maybe i could have come around to it more if i didn't know about the screaming zeitgeist that is destiel. or maybe i'd have the same reaction, i don't know. but anyway perpetually disgruntled knowing that my reaction is always colored somewhat due to fandom. i try to watch objectively but i know my feelings on things outside the show color my feelings of stuff inside the show
oh, cas. what have you gotten yourself into this time.
mmmk
SISTER JO Why would he say âyesâ to you? MICHAEL Love.
short and sweet
man i know jackles is trying to do something different but i do not enjoy the way he's speaking as michael. ok now i'm getting umm. brad pitt in interview with the vampire?? like when he's talking to what's his face. for the interview. lol. christian slater! kind of slow, flat fairly emotionless narration.
um. how in the world is nick's soul in his vessel? didn't crowley remake it or whatever? or did he not die at any point in the ... 7 years intervening between lucifer dumping him in s5 and getting popped back in during s12
from 12x13 CROWLEY I managed to pervert that spell. So your essence wasn't sent back to the cage, but instead, we found your discarded vessel a few years ago⊠repaired it, improved it, making it a fitting final home for the real you.
whatever, man. nothing makes sense to me anymore. also thinking about jimmy novak called being possessed by castiel like "being chained to a comet" - for all those years
NICK Ow. I don't get it. I don't understand how Lucifer could die and I could live. SAM Yeah, um⊠I think that maybe it's because the archangel blades were made to kill the archangel inside a-and not the person they, uh -- NICK Possesses and uses to almost end the world twice?
sure. SURE. that makes sense. not at all how anything else ever works on this show, but sure! i mean, i love mark pellegrino too but come on, guys.
SAM Stop saying that, please. MARY What? SAM âIt's gonna be fine,â that everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find Dean, and -- MARY We are. SAM You don't know that. Dean's gone, and we have no idea where he is or -- or if he's even still alive. You know, Michael could have⊠burned him out or⊠worse, and⊠MARY I know. I know he's out there, scared and alone. I know. I know he might never come back. Never think I don't know that. But -- I can't -- I have to think about the good, Sam, because, if I don't, I will drown in the bad. For Dean's sake, I can't do that. We can't do that.
that's fine and reasonable but it's also reasonable that sam doesn't want to hear a baseless placation.
jack getting a grandpa bobby now too apparently
completely zoning out on this demon monologuing. why did they bring the girl along who isn't a hunter. what happened to the devil's trap bullets? and couldn't they make the bullets made out of the angel blades they had on the au world? because with all the dead angels they surely must have a stockpile. wouldn't get this several minute action sequence with fake tension though so
SAM Enough! There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anybody wants the job, you can come through me. Understood? (breathing heavily) So, what's it gonna be?
lol okay
SAM It's the -- It's the magic egg that kicked Lucifer out of the President. I thought we could use it on Michael, but -- Ketch can't find it. So, that's another dead end, which is just awesome.
i'm glad the show remembered because i completely forgot about that thing. thanks for preemptively ruling it out
CASTIEL Sam, are you all right? SAM Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse. You? CASTIEL I'm -- I'm just sorry. I should never have gone to those demons. SAM Cass, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I⊠Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Dean, I-I'd work with -- I'd do anything.
â€ïž take what i can get. (still need to sleep, sammy)
MICHAEL Now, you -- you know exactly what you want. You don't pretend to want to help people or save the world. Your want is pure and simple and clean. And that's why you are worth saving. That's why we are going to work so well together. Because you -- you just want to eat.
LOL what. michael loves vampires!
!! omg lol i just reread my 13x23 with my whole "can't kill michael now that he's wearing dean" is that the whole reason we get pellegrino back as nick, so we can find out that archangel blades don't kill the vessel?? đ
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