#pov boinked

[fishiteeth]

Well, someone's not in a good mood

[spindlewoed]

You have to understand. I don't "ship" Harry with the smoker on the balcony, I think whatever they have going on canonically is way funnier and touching than anything anyone could come up with.

There is so much within the dynamic itself. It’s a middle aged man and a younger man who are nothing alike and everything like each other. It’s the smoker being the person that kickstarts Harry’s sexuality journey anew, seeing Harry’s fascination with him and being amused by it because (aside from Harry being probably the first man in a while who’s managed to leave him dumbfounded in a positive way) the smoker *knows* what’s happening in Harry’s mind and as he puts it, it’s beautiful.

Don't get me wrong, the mutual attraction is there. The smoker flirts with Harry every other two lines (girl why the fuck are you flirting with a cop you're insane. I'm obsessed with you) yet makes fun of him in the same breath while Harry is absolutely clueless the whole time because he's too busy staring at his abs. Couldn't come up with anything funnier if I tried.

I love this high drama check, this is exaclty what it feels like to speak to clueless boomers who have no idea what they're talking about. Still, once Harry admits that he might be part of the "underground" as he puts it, the smoker is immediately excited and encourages him to think about it. It's very sweet.

(I know everyone has probably seen this dialogue 100 times by now but I love the phrasing here. literally twink_boutta_pounce.jpeg)

And as a side note I really like this emphaty check in response to Harry's little breakdown after the failed suggestion check the first time you meet him. The smoker like damn he just like me fr.

I don't think more smoker interactions were needed at all or that they would ever talk again post-game but it's interesting to think about what other converations they could have, even just so we could learn a bit more about him. They both have an interest in art. They're both stuck in a place they can't leave if they wanted to and yet find beauty in it, they both have regrets about past relationships. They both find talking with the other a charming experience in a way or another. If I want to be indulgent, they both could benefit from learning about what being gay means for a younger/older generation, especially since they both have such different life experiences with their identities.

It's all fanfic talk, and obviously no cops at pride and so on but their interactions did make me think about community and recognition through the other. A flirt for the sake of a flirt, a “maybe in another lifetime” but this lifetime is good too because they did meet and leave an impression on each other before parting ways. That's *beautiful* too.

[halfdeadwallfly]

somebody help me find that gif of pedro pascal laughing crying because that is exactly how i feel right now

[monstersandmaw]

Male 'yautja' x female reader - alien 'reverse harem' - Chapter Two

Due to Patrons' enthusiasm over on Discord and your comments on the previous chapter (thank you!), here's the second chapter! As I said on Discord, this is gonna be a mix of reader POV and 'hunter'/yautja POV. I'm not giving away our friend's name in this one, but future 'hunter' chapters will have their names in. The next chapter is reader POV again, and we meet the rest of the crew.

Also there's this:

(text is a screenshot of a Discord message: Ghosti: It’s basically just an excuse for the reader to boink different aliens (sometimes more than one at once) but I’m really enjoying writing it so far.)

So yeah, this is just a fast track to 'how many aliens can the reader boink?'

Content in this chapter: young (but still adult) horny alien POV, self-deprecating attitude and self-worth issues, non-human anatomy referenced ('slick, sheath'), and his quite severely injured state continues...

Wordcount: 2690

<- previous chapter (free for anyone to read on Patreon)

Preview:

I wake slowly and painfully, blinking up at the ceiling of my ship and wondering how I came to be there, when the last thing I really remember was scrapping with the Enemy.

A series of rattling clicks rises in my throat and my mandibles twitch in indignation. Surely one of the others hasn't come to help me? It was my First Hunt, and they were honour-bound to let me make my first kill, or let me die trying! I had actually thought I was going to die when the Enemy’s tail spike punched through my gut like that. And my shoulder.

Actually, now that I think of it, I’m surprised that I’m alive enough to be surprised at all.

Fuck. Ouch.

Oh, fuck, my guts hurt.

Nothing in training ever hurt like this. It does hurt less than it did when it first happened though, and all because…

…because the human helped me.

Fuck.

Did this even count as a successful First Hunt if… No. I killed it. I ripped its damned head right off. I feel a growl rumble up from my chest and my mandibles flare. Nasty fucker. The growling makes my stomach hurt though, so I force it to stop.

Where is the human now?

Carefully, I sit up and discover that the healing gel has closed off the wounds and kick-started the healing process. My flesh beneath the hardened patches of gel feels itchy where my body is already knitting itself back together, and it’s so tender, but at least it’s healing. I’ve always hated feeling weak and small. Ever since I was a pup and I was made to feel less than worthy because of my runty size. Well fuck everyone who said I’d never make a Blooded Warrior. I’ve found my squad now and we hunt together. And now I’ve completed my First Hunt and killed an Enemy by myself. Even Stark tolerates me, though I can tell he still thought I wouldn't survive this hunt.

Well, I did it, so fuck him. Actually, if I know Stark, it’ll be the big guy getting fucked, not Stark himself. He’s the only one of us who never takes it. Whenever he fucks me, I always end up walking funny afterwards. Bastard. Gods, it always feels so good though…

Despite my injuries, my cock twitches deep in its sheath at the memory of getting pounded by Stark only a few days ago, and I groan. Now’s really not the time to think about being fucked. Alchemist is only a few years older than me, but no one else on our squad seems to have as high a sex drive as I do, damn it. The Old Man says it’s natural and healthy – desired even – in one my age, but I can’t help feeling a bit embarrassed that it takes quite so little to set me off. It’s not like I’m a randy adolescent in the communal barracks anymore. Gods, that was… inconvenient.

Fuck.

All the same, I’m halfway to slicking myself already at the mere memory of Stark’s aggressive snarls and the way his claws had actually punctured the skin at my hips while he drove his cock repeatedly into my dripping wet slit…

Fuck fuck fuck. Not now, you moron.

With another chittering sigh, I ignore the way my sheath is throbbing, and swing my legs off the bed before I leave a mess on the sheets. When my clawed paws hit the cold ceramic floor, I have a go at standing up. It takes me two goes, but I get myself upright eventually, and then I cast about for my helmet.

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[powderblueblood]

YES, NURSE RATCHED - a hellfire & ice retelling of chapter eight's most pivotal moment, from eddie's pov

a special treat for my love @deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth eddie munson x f!reader, reader is nicknamed lacy, reader's last name is also mentioned, this is lore-filled and handsy so if that's not your thing keep it truckin, minors dni i do not like you go away warning for strong language, smut inthe form of public fingeringgggg, drug usage, extremely bad parenting (al munson klaxon), evoking the feeling of a comedown, billy hargrove gets his shit rocked, excuse all typos it's redacted o'clock and i'm a little buzzed word count: 2.6k

The first thing you should know about the following occurrences is that they are preluded by a whole lot of next thing Eddie knows. Things snapping his attention to the left, to the right, knocking him over the head, rearing up on him with little to no warning.

Number one? His dad showing up at Reefer Rick’s, eyes bloodshot and sleep deprived and frantic, putting on a pantomime of being so psyched to see his boy! Rick snapping to attention and falling into his role of affable associate of Munson Senior immediately, despite the apology he’d tried to press against Eddie right when Al crunched the gravel of his driveway. What followed was a bender that Eddie couldn’t help but give into. Al has that effect on people, even him, even Eddie in his angry, angsty resoluteness that he should know better. 

You try knowing better when you're all bewitched, bothered and bewildered and shit.

Cue cut lines and records blaring until daylight broke over Lover's Lake– then Eddie, rising at noon but barely landed from his previous (ill-advised and bad-parentally-supervised) high, got it in his head that he ought to show up for school. At least for a little bit. 

Because they’d tossed your last name around a little last night, Al and Rick. Doevski this, Doevski that, in weird, vague terms that Eddie didn’t all the way understand. And the more weed he smoked and the more Jim Beam that got passed around, the less he remembered.

Which, dumb, right?

You’d tell him that was dumb.

You’d tell him he should have stayed sharp, listened up, gathered information.

He passed out on Rick’s sagging couch, mind searing with nothing but thoughts of you nagging him for intel.

Eddie woke up cotton-mouthed with your name on his lips. 

He needed to see you.

To catch one of your avoidant, barely-there glances as you flit through the hallway or maybe even spy you smoking a cigarette on the outdoor bleachers, reading in silence with Ronnie or Wheeler.

He’d think of what to say to you in the moment; probably spurned on by the sneer you’d give him– which he’d totally have earned, for having the nerve to ignore you for so long. 

Forgive me, he'd say, hands held aloft in Christlike composure, I just couldn't look you in the eye knowing you were getting willingly boinked by some Ivy League sweater monkey.

And then you'd have to admit your little bullshit college boyfriend wasn't Ivy League, and he'd prod you with that for a while, and things would eventually ebb back to whatever shade of normal you two were pretending to be. So? Okay!

But.

Next thing Eddie knows, he’s peeling into the parking lot and the first thing that he sees, bada bing, is you. All however many feet of you, steel true and planted on the hood of Billy Hargrove’s fucking Camaro, wielding a baseball bat like a sword.  

Eddie’s heart stops for the full entirety of a what fresh hell is this filter-focused second before he skids the van to a halt and launches himself from it. 

He advances this helluva scene just in time to hear you holler out, right in front of God and everyone,

“One thing you can say for Eddie Munson, is at least the motherfucker can get hard!” 

Eddie’s tread stutters and he wonders if this is what people mean when they use the expression taken out at the knees. Can he get a fucking encore, please? 

But then there’s the issue of the rabies-ridden Hargrove, the kid who’s snorted so much of Eddie’s dubiously cut supply that it’s no wonder that word has gotten around that he can’t keep his johnson rigid. There’s a thread dangling somewhere that makes Eddie wonder how familiar you are with that concept but. Alas. Digression. 

Hargrove calls you a cunt, and Eddie’s vision is replaced with a swathe of red. 

How ‘bout you try playing it cool, hearing someone talk to your girl like that, after a night of fun family drug-taking? 

Wait. His what? Hold on--

Next thing Eddie knows, he’s side-swiping Hargrove like a dirty bumper car, yak yaks something kind of funny (he hopes) and does not turn to look at you standing backlit like a holy fucking statue. Because he knows you’ll look beautiful up there, white hot with rage, holding a weapon poised for minor automotive destruction. He can’t handle beauty, not right now. Because of that thing from before with his knees. 

“...now her snooty ass is spreading it for half of Hawkins! Desperate! Stringin’ you along like the dumb piece of shortbus shit you a–”

It’s impossible to say whose hair trigger that tugged first, yours or Eddie’s. That’s like chicken vs egg. That’s like Han vs Greedo. That’s like, irrelevant. 

That baseball bat clatters to the pavement, a hearty overture to Eddie’s surge of empowerment, of rage, of insisting that she isn’t, I’m not, she isn’t, I’m not, nobody talks about her like that–

Next thing Eddie knows, he’s sitting beside you. Outside the principal’s office. Hand split open and aching, nose backed up and a little bleeding, coming down like the fucking Hindenberg. Reckoning with the fact that he wouldn’t need to be a little morning-after zipped on coke to throw a punch for you, if it came down to it. If it came down to it, he would have tried caving in Billy Hargrove’s other eye socket. He would have made him look like the Elephant Man if you needed him to. 

He liked that Eraserhead movie you made him watch. 

“He needs an ice pack…”

The soft mumble from you makes Eddie take this breath that makes his chest feel like it might concave. You, you. Reckless, unbuttoned, unlaced, off-kilter you, that still had time to snap at him after he’d tried to freeze you out, that still had eyes that asked him did it hurt? 

Eddie eavesdrops on as much of your grilling with Higgins and the hot guidance counsellor as his damaged eardrums will allow. Temporary insanity. Disgusting prank. He wonders what that’s about… and again, didn’t even think to question what brought you onto the hood of Hargrove’s car. He just saw you. He just acted.

He just keeps doing that. 

And then he hears. College. Application deadlines are within touching distance. 

“I can turn this around.”

Of course. Eddie hadn’t even thought about that, because he’s him. And it was something you were probably worrying yourself sick over, because you’re you– you wanted out of here. To get up, go, be someone great.

“New York, ideally,” you’d said to him once, tightrope walking across the broken bleachers outside; you’d been waiting around for him to give you a ride home, but he had a deal to make first. You were weirdly patient, weirdly pensive that day. “Someplace I can go and burrow in and absorb everything and grow out of a crack in the sidewalk, new.” 

Eddie’d held your hand, helping you step over a gap in the bench, “Not taking Manhattan by storm? Hurricane Lacy?” 

You–and he remembered this–had held onto his hand for a few more minutes, a cigarette dwindling in the other. Your fingers were cold; they clutched at his a little tighter when you spoke again. 

“No. Not Manhattan, not midtown, not big business. I have precipitated a change in my weathervane.”

“What does that mean?”

“Means that someone taught me the difference between being important and being significant.” 

Back in the room. Eddie drawls out some stupid crack to Higgins, who he’s still supplying with enough benzos to take out Jonestown a second time, which is the only reason he hasn’t been booted out of Hawkins High for absolute and final good. And then you’re alone again, the two of you. Together. 

“Wanna get out of here?”

Next thing Eddie knows, he’s spending the last of his energy like it’s burning a hole in his pocket, horsing around on the nurse’s saddle stool while you rifle through her office. You are all edgy and commanding because you have no idea how to say sorry you got wailed on by Hargrove for me.

Good. He likes you better like this, at least for right now. Likes to watch you attempt to pirouette on the razor’s edge of your relationship to one another, mostly because your attempt is more graceful and easier to watch than his is. And he likes to watch you. Watch you do anything, really. 

Watch you snap at him to get on the bed. Fuck. 

Watch you tear and dab at his busted knuckles. Fuckfuck. 

Watch you talk about Cat People and press his hand to his chest and tell him he’s injured and wrong and watch you watch searing, singing alcohol on his split lip dry up. Eddie watches your eyes brighten and darken with curious affection, like those twinkle lights that fade in and out, steady as breathing. His breathing is anything but steady. His knees have come apart, letting you stand between them.

You dab and he lets this broken sound loose from him, because the proximity of your body to his feels like a fresh fucking spring breeze and god, god, the way you’re touching him with such gentle, measured movements, like you’ve choreographed every one–

You’re so exact. You’re so organized. He wants to unexact you.

Eddie uses his good hand, not that either of them are really any good, and presses as much of you into him as he can. The flush of your front, the flush of your mouth, he even has to stop those shorn denim-sheathed legs of his from wrapping around your hips. Eddie’s grip, it travels, hitching tweed up the curve of your ass. 

You don’t push him away like he figured you might, you don’t indignantly demand what is going on?! You don’t. You weave your hand up the line of his thigh, to the hard edge of his crotch where he is straining, a rigidity that’s been building since you went all Nurse Ratched on him. 

A rigidity that’s hard to keep down around you, badum-tsssss. 

Fuck.

Eddie almost knocks the word loose with a low groan that’s pressed into the supple flesh of your cheek, your lovely blushing fucking cheek, a cheek he goes to kiss or bite or something but misses by a hair because you’re straining your neck back. To look at him. Not soberly, he hopes. 

Someone down there is wishing him death by dick.

Not the wettest, wildest, filthiest dreams that he’s had about you (and categorically, there have been many) could have prepared Eddie Munson from the earth-shattering consequences of this tiny gesture. Your tongue, perfect and pink, darts to his lip, stinging and sore and comes away with the tiniest drop of ruby-red blood sitting on its tip. 

And you suck his bottom lip between yours, eyes fluttering closed.

Eddie’s cock jumps as his heart does, not a second out of time, as you clamber up, into his lap– so completely un-Lacylike, so totally… unexact. How, in all the vastness of Heaven and earth and Middle Earth and Hell and the Bookstore and the closet and his bedroom and the van could he be so fucking stupid?

“Just friends, right?” Eddie is deaf to how pained it comes out sounding.

His good hand travels. He finds your thighs, the softness there giving way to easy indents for his fingers and he knows, he knows that this is where his hands should be–unless, higher could be good? Higher, high up past those offending, incriminating lace top stockings that drilled through Eddie’s mind like an ice pick, giving him whatever the opposite of a lobotomy is. Haunting him with a fervour, begging him to snap them, but there’s no fucking time for that, god it hurts but there’s no fucking time for that because you. Two. Are. In. The fucking. Nurse’s. Office. 

But the world has ceased turning. 

Eddie’s mouth opens in a silent attempt at a moan as his fingers push past to the beating, radiating core of you that the throbbing, radiating core of him longs for. 

You’re so wet, and soft and lush and it rings through is head like a fucking hallelujah, you’re wet, you’re wet for him.

More than anything, he needs your encouragement–he needs to know that you want him to keep going. That you want him, that you want him, that–

You nod, frantic and undone, and Eddie kisses you for it just before he realizes he has no idea what he’s doing. But nothing in his body tells him to zoom out–in fact, the only thing he wants is more in. More you, more of you wrapped around him. He moves his hands with a clumsiness usually uncharacteristic of him, fucking guitar guy, fucking painting miniatures and shit guy. But it works, according to you and the way you keen against him with your beautiful, spit-shining lips parted and pulling against his. 

These little noises, chirps and swallowed moans of yours– it’s like music. He wants to choke on them.

Eddie’s voice kind of cracks open again, letting a little air and a touch of begging out. He strains, pained, cock aching against the hitch of denim. “Does he do this? Does anyone do this for you, Lacy?”

Because you’re lonely, and Eddie knows that, with his fingers stroking you deep. You’re lonely, or would be, were it not for him. And it feels like now, in the heady swirl of these few moments that are stretched into an infinity, that he’s using it against you, but he’s not. He should be the one doing this for you, he should be the one making you feel this way, making you tremble even as he clumsily thumbs at your clit, because he thinks knows you and he thinks you want it unmeasured and unshackled and washing over you in a wave of sheer blind devotion and that’s why his tongue is all over your neck. 

That’s why his knuckles are split. 

That’s why there’s no malice in Eddie’s voice when he croaks, “Just friends? Lacy?” as you rock and spasm, hands clutching him around the shoulder and whimpers barely deadened against his lips. He can feel the texture of your pinched brow against his own. 

He wants to clutch you as close as he possibly can, but he’s got one good arm and it’s between your legs.

Between your legs. Jesus fucking Christ. 

Sobriety hits like a tidal wave as your breath returns to its normal rhythm; Eddie’s doesn’t quite have the same rebound. He’s still huffing a little, out of exertion or out of nerves, as he slips his hand out from under you, brushing what was off on his jeans. A small patch of his own bodily fluid collected there too, making sure he’s wearing the both of you like Hester Prynne’s scarlet letter as he walks around for the rest of the day. 

Eddie, throat starting to tighten up, pulls you in for one kiss, to give you one last taste of where he’d been split open for you. Melodrama dances around it; shades of we shouldn’t have, but we did, but we can’t, but now I have to fucking live with the fact I cracked open this Pandora’s box and I’m sorry. 

Or something to that effect. 

And you see right through him, because you always do. Hair in a muss, lips flushed, adjusting your skirt, re-exacting yourself, you clean up any evidence that this had ever happened. At least, on a surface level. 

Eddie dares to look at you once more, and you dare to look back at him. And thank god he’s sitting down, because that look shoots him right through the fucking aorta. You, wide-eyed and small-looking, pupils darting and unsure, are asking him why. Pleading with him, why. Why do this. Why now. Why at all, ever, why did you have to. Even though you know. 

“I–”

“No, I know. I know. I certainly know.”

Because you’re Lacy. You know everything. 

Eddie does think about going after you for a second, after your curt nod and dash through the door but he knows that it’s a zero-sum game. He has nothing good to say. It’s not even you that’s rendered him speechless– funny thing, you usually do the opposite. You always give him something to say. He just has nothing good to say. Nothing worthy of you. 

So he sits there, on the examination table, waiting for the mythical Nurse Lydia to tend to his wounds. 

First he’ll will himself soft, then he’ll will himself sane. 

Famous last words.

[raisindave]

Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses Masterlist

Summary You’ve been a linguist in the military for years, chugging along on non-consequential missions. An anonymous letter with the CIA emblem begs you to meet up with an agent, urgently. Will your skills in your specialized field be enough to keep your head above water, or will you be crushed under the pressure?

#F/M, #2nd Person AFAB POV, #Slow Burn, #Plot, #Eventual Smut, #Call of Duty, #Simon Riley, #Ghost X Reader

Please let me know if you have any notes, comments, or concerns about my work. I’m just having a gay ol’ time, but also, I don’t want to misrepresent things I failed to understand because I have black mould in my brain. You're welcome to use my works however you want with a citation ("title + author on Ao3/Tumblr" is fine.) 

🦗Here’s a link to the Ao3 work [Click Me!]

Please read: *The author is not in the military and has no idea what she's doing.* I did a decent amount of research, but if you see any inaccuracies, close your eyes pls :)

🚨BIG MDNI WARNING!! THIS IS AN 18+ FANFIC!!!! 🚨

Will tag trigger warnings in the notes before chapters.

Author HAS played the games; 09 & 22 (I’m trying to keep the characters in character, for the most part.)

Main character (Lua) is designed to be an AFAB reader insert, but she does have a backstory for the plot.

Boinking war criminals.

See yours and 141’s documents: https://imgur.com/a/jqia2sO

Anyways, buckle up sluts. More chapters are incoming.

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[charmwasjess]

Thoughts about Dooku and Sifo Dyas in the imperial era? Like if they role-swapped with Cal Kestis' or something?

Oh, this is SUCH a fun ask, thank you. :D 

Dooku in an Imperial world. It seems like it would be so tasty, but I might be getting too distracted picturing him in those slutty little uniforms. 

The problem I see is that Dooku by RotS seemed so genuinely fucked up to me, to the point of being almost incapable of thriving in an Imperial world. Legends does a great job depicting his absolutely crumbling mental and emotional state, a man who loses track of his own POV and replaces it with Sidious’s in the middle of a book he’s narrating, but I think even in the relatively sparser depictions of him during that time in current canon, the cracks show. He’s not scheming against either Palpatine or the Jedi effectively, he seems like he’s losing control of his own kingdom of lies, his final (?) Clone Wars appearance with the ritual to psychic-attack Yoda, he seems downright fucking miserable the whole time. He’s like just sitting in a room dissociating when Sidious calls to tell him he’ll need his blood for this ritual, and you can fucking HEAR his sigh. 

Beyond his emotional and mental state, I don't feel like we have a clear idea of what Dooku thought his own end game for after the war. Stover’s batshit “honorable retirement in Sidious’s wonderful new Empire” smells a little off to me and I think the RotS novel got decanonized? I could see him wanting to take over training of the Inquisitors - fuck, he’s been trying to do that with his Sith apprentices for ages - but really, is Sidious going to let him anywhere near that project? Somehow, I don't think so.

I think Dooku ends up quite like he himself daydreams about in Yoda: Dark Rendezvous:

I don’t see a depressed, lightning-cooked shell of himself doing particularly well or lasting long in a cutthroat Imperial command structure. Vader was groomed for the role for years and still is shown struggling with his position in the OT. 

Of course, it’s much more fun to picture him coming to his senses, realizing Sidious’s bullshit, and joining the fight against the Empire in some kind of personal vendetta against the man who convinced him to destroy everything he loved and then planned to dump him, but… I don’t know. Dooku seems broken and defeated to me at the end, and coming to his senses about everything he gave up to get to that rock bottom, I think would completely collapse him as a person. I’m trying to do something like this in my fic The Thunder Answered Back, which... perhaps tellingly... hasn't been updated in a year because Dooku just keeps lying down on the floor. 

Sifo-Dyas is much more interesting and likely to my mind, because he’s essentially been preparing his whole life for this moment. The Living Force has him by the end of his life being able to use his precognition effectively enough that the Council is using it as a tool, presumably that would be a huge advantage in staying one step ahead of Imperial raids and Inquisitors. He’s also a Jedi Master, former High Councilmember, trained by a High Republic era Jedi Master himself. He represents a huge amount of generational knowledge of the Jedi Order.

@dapurinthos had a FANTASTIC Sifo-Dyas on the Path AU post reply somewhere that I wish I could find because they are smarter and funnier than me and it was truly perfect. In summation: yes, Sifo-Dyas is a huge pain in the ass for the Empire. Boinking Inquisitors on the head features strongly.

Now. Fanfic nonsense it? Swap in younger idealist Dooku and his seer bestie Sifo-Dyas into a Cal Kestis scenario? Two brave fated young Padawans against the Empire? No. They die the first day. Going off just the first part of Dooku: Jedi Lost, those two idiots lost a fight with: a bookshelf, each other, literally some bacta, a hallucination (several times), Dooku’s dad, moss… and that’s just going off the top of my head.

Sorry guys. They get crushed in one of those scary doors in like the first two seconds.

[abrieenthusiast]

okay there are a lot of things that im excited for in season 3 of heartstopper for both film brain reasons and fandom reasons so lets just get to it:

in a recent interview with jenny and joe, joe mentioned how he and georgina (who plays jane) got to improvise their argument scenes and i quote: "if you can’t hear us speaking, we’re just saying the most horrible and rude things to each other that could never be in Heartstopper" so that means in my mind that a lot of scene such as the this winter argument are going to be either under the same general umbrella OR a completely different interpretation of the argument in the book which im psyched for

just the casting of so. many. family members. for episode 5

if theyre gonna do the split perspectives like the journal entries in episode 4! i can def get how that could be difficult but with the talk from alice about how special 4 is, i think it might be cool to see an unseen format for this particular section of the story

how they handle elle being at a different school after finally getting into a relationship with tao

WHATS THE VIBE GONNA BE AT NICKS BIRTHDAY cuz we know what happens after so are we gonna see that tension leading up or not? especially since we have other characters in the mix now

how will they tie the jack maddox minicomic to the seasons plot? i think its happening in episode 7 or 6 by my guess but either way we will SEE!

back to the topic of the journal entries, since the timeline goes "episode 4 nicks pov/charlies, episdoe 5 no main pov, episode 6 charlies pov w therapy and all that", will they shift around events or move where the voiceover happens specifically?

not even a question I AM SO HYPED FOR THE CHANGE IN CAMERA DIRECTION THANKS TO ANDY NEWBURY ill make another post about this but in a phrase i mean his choice of focusing on the performances through simplistic shots

just andy newburys direction in general! i think it was a good call to bring in someone with more knowledge on directing more serious stuff such as season 3, and you can tell the tone shift is done really well!

how theyll handle issac and james' relationship now that the ship has sailed! will they stay friends, will it be awkward?

new! animation! things! i say this bc last season they got more confident by doing new animation tactics that werent straight from the comics, so im interested in what theyll try out this time

just seeing nick and charlie as a fully realized couple, theyve gotten past the being out in public now, so although they are still changing as characters, the relationship doesnt feel as "new" anymore (that is ofc before they start boinking"

where are the f bombs going to be? like which ones are they choosing bc they cant have too many so they have to pick and choose wisely

tao becoming a film bro because that is very personal for me specifically

im sure ill add more but this is what we've got so far FJLKDSLD

[sciderman]

Can we just aknowledge that movie Vanessa is basicly just a cute plot device Wade can boink with? I can't recall a single thing that she didn't do just for herself and not to motivate Wade into whatever he's gonna do. Whitch as much as i like movie Vanessa because she's just loveable and cute, there's not really much we know about her that isn't that she loves Wade, would do anything for him, works as a sex worker (whitch is so valid btw) and....buys erasers? And Deadpool & Wolverine seems to continue the trend to just be there for Wade happiness or pain, and that's it, truly a shame.

oh buddy, let me tell you about my whole different turn of events for the deadpool movie where vanessa leaves wade at the end of deadpool 1 and has agency. it's so, so sexy.

i talk about it here

imagine, an ending for deadpool 1 that's actually subversive - "hero" doesn't get the girl. which is far more deadpoolian than what we get. vanessa walks away (alive), because she's just not into this new ultra-violent wade, and wade gets all the same manpain he gets after vanessa's death - still feeling like it's his fault, but also has this drive to maybe become better to win her back or even just for himself, and hey hey, we don't have to kill vanessa and she can come back (with powers, maybe) any time she wants. maybe she's still in love with wade. maybe she comes back for him. but it's her decision to make.

i think you're unfortunately completely, totally right that vanessa is literally just a trophy in the films - she's just there to be wade's perfect little dream and object of affection and she has nothing of her own going on - and it is a shame. especially because damn. vanessa in the comics is messed up. and the movie teases vanessa's tortured childhood, but – in the comics she's a mutant, a runaway, and she's - well, she becomes a mercenary too. and all of that is so freaking sexy and tasty and interesting, but the movies want nothing to do with it. because they're cowards.

if you're interested in a take on vanessa that kind of merges the comics lore with the movie lore and delves into her perspective on her relationship with wade - i wrote a pretty fun little explorative fic in vanessa's pov that i'd love people to read so they can love vanessa like i do. please check it out!

[shukakumoodboard]

you, who are inlaid with starlight (you, who are gilded by dawn) (fic)

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ok so one time i was chronically online with @bayheart and @urieskooki because when am i not and we were taking about somnophila fics because there’s a few in gaalee that are simply delightoful. and y’all know me i simply have to stick my nose everywhere so then i was like wait let me cook (except tbh i was making a bread loaf that day so it was let me bake?) and then i started writing a somno fic

it’s set up so that it’s two unique smut scenes, one from each POV of the awake character, and it’s built around contrasts. one is boink to sleep with moon/night imagery, one is good morning boink with sunrise imagery. because when can i not utilise dramatic references to orbital revolution in my gay ninja fanfic. also this one is technically set in the sass universe although once again i am not linking them, same as i did with itsb knfgshfhdjjk

would u like the summary and taglist 😌

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday! what type of gimmick episode do you think they should have done on supernatural (and made wincesty) that they missed out on? body swap between sam and dean is a free space i guess. i think they should have had an episode where sam and dean can't/aren't allowed to speak during a case and have to communicate nonverbally, maybe with the occasional stupid subtitle for their gestures.

happy wincest wednesday, frauke <333

Your idea for a deaf&dumb episode is hysterical and I am now So Sad we didn't get it. Dean's cute lil vamp gesture but for 40 minutes? Sign my bitchass up. Plus, to make it wincesty, we could finally have had canon Dean Winchester do the blowjob imitation thing where you push your tongue into your cheek, and Sam would roll his eyes so hard but then push Dean to his knees anyway, and you know what, Dean'll go with that option too. Turnabout's fair play.

One thing about this is that we had so many gimmick episodes that are canon, lol. A Christmas ep! A Halloween ep! The ep where it's all a dream! Outsider POV! A whole ep full of AUs to other shows! The gimmick to end all gimmicks, crushing the fourth wall down to dust not once but... what, 4 or 5 times? It's actually bizarre that they never did Sam-Dean bodyswap because that's just so... obvious. Maybe they physically wouldn't have been able to stop themselves from making dick jokes and haircut threats the whole time and decided to avoid the whole thing.

The one thing I can think of that we legit didn't get is a birthday episode. (I am not counting the four seconds of it in the Mrs Butters ep.) It'd be an obvious one, too, because Dean's birthday would've fit perfectly into the return from the midseason hiatus, and all sorts of nonsense could've happened. Because it's SPN, it'd end up being a No Good Terrible Very Bad Day, and so Dean would keep trying to have nice things for his birthday and oh gosh, it just wouldn't go right. :( Sam disappears on him in the middle of the night to go on some trip. The Impala gets a flat tire. He tries to order happy birthday waffles for himself at the diner but they're soggy and the waitress turns out to be a ghost or some shit. He has to dig a grave but it's January and it's cold af. The liquor store is closed. His favorite jeans develop a hole. He tries valiantly to hit on a girl at the bar but she's a perfectly nice lesbian. What is a birthday boy to do. :(

Luckily, when he finally gets back to the bunker/motel, Sam's there with a full spread of like KFC and a twelve-pack and bourbon and special porn ordered just for him, like, man, where were you all day? (Wincest parenthetical: And then they boink mightily, after a brief pause where Dean gets a charlie horse in his calf. Luckily Sam is there to kiss it better. And then he'll lever himself sweatily out of bed to take a piss, and--) Sam picked up a (cream) pie, special, and holds out his lighter for Dean to blow out to make his wish, and Dean rolls his eyes and says, dude, what do you take me for, but he blows it out anyway. And then creampies. The crash to credits can have party favor noises. :)

[fizzarollitm]

Mom said it's my turn to talk about the gay nonbinary clown

Thinking about Fizzy's gender is like looking at a kaleidoscope. He exists outside of the binary and plays with gender as much as he plays up a character on the stage. It is genuine joy and fun for him to experiment with what he wears and the "feeling" that comes from them all. He is pure gender euphoria all the time and especially as a disabled character, a deep point of healing between him and his body in recovery. His gender is as simple as, "I do this because it feels good." full stop. He takes testerone (from the gender store in Lust obvi) and poses in Ozzie's silkiest robes. What more do you need?

Sexuality is a whole other world purely because dating didn't matter to him until, well, Ozzie. He was in recovery until his early 20s and his only situationship (from his pov) blew him the fuck up so not a great start. Had meh at best sex when his doctor gave him the OK because,,,why not. And "Why not" feels like an apt description for the next 2-3 years. Boinked around to feel good, got sad about Blitzø, move on. Then he got too famous to think an NDA avoids a dick pic so he shut that shit down.

And then he meets Ozzie and yeah ok, god of Lust, checks out he would awaken something in him and-

" Oh Satan fuck me, I'm in love. Aren't I ? "

[theluckywizard]

Rose & Sera - "calling them nicknames" I like seeing Sera content XD

This was super fun and perfect for the pair of them. For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 388

CW: sexual themes

POV Rose Trevelyan

For a reason I don’t understand, Sera follows me out of camp when I go looking for a place to do my business. She seems none the wiser, and worse doesn’t seem bothered when I disappear into a thicket to take a piss. She wanders over so she can see my face, even while my arse is bare.

“So. Big Bird. You gonna boink him or what?” Sera asks me. I gape in exasperation.

“Big Bird?”

“You know. Extra tall and smashy. Name like a bird. You gonna boink?”

“Why does everyone think–”

“Because. You and him and your secret club. Plus he wants it.”

“No.”

“There’re at least two people at the Rest that’ve been waiting for you to stake your claim. Didn’t want to piss you off, yeah?”

“Seriously?” I ask, wondering what they could possibly be detecting between us. I suppose we do spend a fair bit of time together, but that’s mostly been here on the road. “Tell them he’s fair game.”

“Then what are your cheekies on about all the time then?” she asks me.

“My what?” I ask, yanking my breeches and smalls back up. 

“Cheekies. Cheeks. Those rosy things. Rose things. They’re like permanently Rose,” she says and she laughs manically at herself. “If it’s not Hawke, who is it then?”

“There’s literally no way I’ll tell you,” I answer her with a smile. She narrows her eyes, but I’m not sure she has the perceptive powers  to actually work it out.

“See that just makes it more fun. I’ll figure it out. I can tell you’re not getting any though.”

“And how would you know that?!” I ask. She gestures across her chest with an impetuous finger wag.

“It’s the tension,” she words to me with a knowing smile. “Which– you know I can take care of if you need me to. Nothing funny, just straight tension removal.”

“You are very kind Sera, but I’m all set,” I laugh.

“The offer stands, Quizzy,” she says.

“So Big Bird? Does he know you call him that?”

“Well he calls me Twiggy. It’s only fair.”

“Now I have to know what you call me behind my back.”

“Besides Quizzy? Sparkles. Rifty. Firecrotch. There are more but it’s usually just whatever comes out of my mouth at the time.”

“Nice.”

“I know, right.”

[frazzledsoul]

I think the discourse on this has faded from my feed, but I didn't want to clog up other people's posts: it's no real use debating how Lane sees Rory's boyfriends, because she's pretty much used as a mouthpiece for how ASP wants the audience to think. She wants the audience to think that Dean is the cutest, most adorable guy ever, so Lane parrots that POV even as she writes him as irrational, jealous and prone to violence. She wants the audience to think that Jess is bad news (except when she's pulling the audience into a false sense of complacency) so Lane parrots that view. She doesn't seem to care how Dean comes off half the time and Jess is defined in his s series regular days as being a total mess (because his issues are largely outside of Rory and his life does not revolve around her) so this works much of the time, until we get into the season 5 era. Then I think it gets wacky.

Lane thinks Jess asking Rory to come away with him is incredibly romantic, while Rory just seems hurt and upset about the whole thing, because she's still angry at him and can't trust him. Then Rory sleeps with Dean, fights with Lorelai about how this is not the greatest idea ever, and Lane is giddy about how romantic it is that she boinked her married ex, someone whose wife Lane probably interacts with several times a week, because they're so in love (even though they weren't twelve hours ago and won't be twelve hours from now) and it doesn't even occur to her to question how messed up this is? She was not trying to be supportive, she genuinely thought this was an adorable love story. Gag me. Of course, Lane is once again the audience mouthpiece, because Lorelai is the voice of morality that Rory doesn't want to listen to and we're supposed to think this shit is cute, even though Rory hightails it out of the country the next day because while she might be happy to lose her virginity at last, she knows Lorelai is right and she needs to remove herself from this situation.

(And at this late date I do think it was mostly about getting laid, because Rory put zero thought into what it would be like to actually date Dean again. Marty was right there, Rory. Wouldn't have caused you this much trouble. Just saying).

The thing is that Lane's reaction was already so WTF that it makes even less sense that later in season 5 she's revealed to want to hang onto her virginity until she's married and that she also marries and has children young. So this girl is quickly revealed to have a conservative code of personal ethics (something that wasn't that out of line with how she previously acted, because she was so naive) yet ASP chose to have her rhapsodize about how awesome it was that her best friend slept with a married man? Make it make sense, hon.

Lane doesn't really have an opinion on Logan because she doesn't know him. She only meets him twice (!)and for the most part Rory doesn't talk about him to Lane. After Zach finds out about Lane's pregnancy, Lane mostly talks to him about the babies, not Rory. They seem to have these adult spheres of influence that they won't confide in the other in because they won't understand, although I don't think it shifts completely until season 7.

Then you have AYITL. Lane unwisely allows Rory to crash at her house for weeks on end, and it's clear that she knows all of Rory's dirty business about Logan, and she doesn't judge her but also.... doesn't seem to want him near Rory and when Rory cuts Logan off tells her that growing up is sometimes hard. I don't think her inner monologue on this is anything close to what it was the last time Rory was caught in a cheating scandal.

[darlingandmreames]

2, 7, 12, 46, 63 for fanfic writer ask!

Thanks for the ask @grexigone ^-^

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

A bit of both? 😅 I plan them now a lot more than I used to (I used to do zero planning lol) but it's still just a very basic outline. I'll usually try and figure out what story beat I want the chapter to end on and then for each scene within the chapter I'll try to map out the POV and the major story point(s) happening. It's not uncommon to see POV ??? [plot point] or POV [character] ??? for surprisingly far into the writing process though 😅

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I like to alternate! Usually I'll have one or two scenes in a particular chapter that I know I want to be from a particular viewpoint, and then I'll build out from there. If I have more than two POVs, I like to have all of them at least once in the chapter. For example, in my The Batman fic, the primary POVs are Bruce and Martinez but I also make sure to always have an Alfred POV scene in each chapter too

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

It's admittedly pretty disheartening when I don't receive feedback, if I'm being honest. My fics tend to be on the longer side (I have multiple in the 40-60k range) and spending so much time and effort and creative love to make something only for it to be largely ignored....feels kinda shitty, ya know? My primary pairing is in a really wonderful and supportive fandom, but it's also a fandom that was around for about a decade before I joined, so sometimes it feels like I'm just...yeeting labours of love out into a space where the Favourites have already been long decided. Idk, I have complicated feelings about it sometimes

On a brighter note though, I've received some truly wonderful and kind comments on my fics that I go back and read sometimes when I'm feeling down. I also especially appreciate people who still leave comments on my older, unfinished fics saying they understand the story may never be finished but that they love what's there. It's such a beautiful and kind sentiment, and it always makes me smile. (And I have at least one unfinished fic that I SWEAR TO GOD I'm going to finish one of these days lol)

(my favourite comment I've ever received was someone who said they loved my story so much it made them happy stim and I just 🥺❤️)

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

My stories tend to be pretty character/emotion-driven! Even in some of my more plot heavy ones (most notably the aforementioned The Batman fic) I still rely heavily on shifting character dynamics and emotions to keep the story energized and moving forward

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

This is more just personal preference/squick and I think "hate" is probably way too strong a word, but I don't like reading non-con/dub con/uncaring (? idk if that's the right word?) smut between my primary pairing characters. I have no issue reading scenes like that in broader stories or having them be things the pairing character(s) experience, but I don't enjoy it when that's the sort of sexual interaction the pairing characters themselves have. YMMV and more power to people who enjoy stories like that, but it's just not the sort of emotional experience I'm looking for when reading about my pairing boinking

[randommusingsstuff]

A long ask since I love your theories so much!

I agree abt the “boink” not happening because either they will make out but get interrupted before it happens or Ben backs down from it. S4 needs to actualize Ben’s story line cuz the events of S2 were really hard on him and while he is friends w Devi he is still reserved cuz he is too afraid of getting hurt again. I don’t think they’ll have sex and later ghost each other, it doesn’t seem like them. And having their first time together and then dating Margot doesn’t seem like Ben either. I also want Devi to have sex cuz she wants to and not because she doesn’t want to be the last of her friends still not having sex. So I 100% agree that they won’t have sex but Devi will be under the impression they’ll be together for senior year so it’s surprised to see him dating Margot.

I think S4 would benefit from exploring Ben’s vulnerability and reservations about falling deeper for Devi and I’m a firm believer Devi is the one that needs to confess to him at the end. Jaren said he got everything he wanted from Ben on S4 plus 406 seems to be another Ben episode and according to some it seems to be the episode before the trip to NYC which is 407, interesting.. I wonder if we get something similar to the UN trip. A lot of parallels.

I believe in a Devi and Ben explicitly romantic ending but the show needs to work on Ben’s perspective for the ship to end in a full circle.

And I believe Devi needs to be faced with the possibility of getting back with Paxton but this time she’s the one to reject him because she realized for herself that she wants Ben and the dream idea she had with Paxton is long gone. Paxton was the one to break up w her the first time. I want Devi to make the choice for herself because Ben is anything but a second choice.

Another thing I’m interested in is that there’s a confirmed wedding this season and since I know Mindy is a sucker for romcom moments I know we will get some Benvi foreshadowing with the wedding speeches by the couple in a very classic romcom fashion. I am optimistic that this season will tie Benvi in the endgame I’ve always known they were destined to have.

Yes.

Yes to all of this. Perfect post, no notes.

It's like you plucked my own thoughts out of my brain and worded them better than I ever could.

I've never spoken about this, but one of my biggest aggravations with season 2 is that we did not get Ben's perspective. I understand that they wanted to "even the scales" by giving us a Paxton episode, but they deprived us of some much-needed character building. Ben is about to have a POV episode in every season except the one where he needed it the most.

And fwiw, I still think that it's possible that Devi and Ben had sex, but the writers are going to have to put in a considerable amount of legwork to make the general audience understand his actions after the fact.

Okay, back to gushing about this post. Yes to Devi having to reject Paxton. I made an entire post about Devi's agency, stating that Devi has to have both options available to her so she can choose what she wants. I've seen people say that "obviously, since Paxton's gone, she's going to go with Ben." Season 4 should dispel that notion. She’s choosing Ben because she loves him, not because she can’t have someone else.

And finally, yes to the classic rom com ending. We're getting a very traditional, (hopefully?) semi-Bollywood-inspired love story.

So in conclusion: yes.