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sortagaysortahigh · 3 years ago

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Maneater | Steve Harrington

A/N: besties i was gonna post this sooner but i had to let my drunk fade away, anyways i present to you sub!steve (season four steve to be exact bc he is so fucking MMM MMMM MMMMMMMMM), also had to make the reader a lil punk rock bitch ok

Summary: “I thought she’d be like mean and shy but not she wasn’t shy at all-she’s like-she’s like a man eater-Definitely an apex predator if I’ve ever seen one. Steve she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you”

Warnings: so much smut but theres plot!, cussing, spelling and grammar errors, kissing, spitting, hand jobs, crying, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving/giving), P in V sexy time, praising, degrading, marking, biting, sub!steve + dom!reader

Word Count: 9k (way more than i thought there would be like jfc the plot came out the cut, then the smut is like omg ok bitch period)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

(JUST LOOK AT HIM OH MY FUCKING GODS DGSDHGHSDGHSDHGHIRDSHIG MY COOCHIE)

Steve Harrington was a lot of things, and as of late a ladies man was not one of them. Sure he could get dates now that he actually listened to the advice that Robin gave him, however he wanted more than just meaningless hookups and dates with girls who could barely hold a conversation. He wanted a relationship, craved the closeness and intimacy of it all, he wanted a best friend and a lover in one, but somehow day by day he lost hope that he’d find that in Hawkins.

That was until he laid eyes on Y/n Y/l/n. He remembered her from highschool-solely because she hung out with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and his group of metalhead losers-granted now Steve didn’t consider them losers, after all he did experience a large amount of character growth throughout his senior year of high school. He’d still won prom king though.

People knew Y/n, not because she was stereotypically popular, but because she was a hot commodity-people wanted her but she let a very select few get that-hell Steve knew exactly zero people who’d managed to get past her mean facade-or get past the layers of black, denim, leather, and eyeliner.

The girl was attractive-that much was a fact. Guys always talked about wanting to see “if she was as freaky as the shit she’s into”-something that Steve usually brushed off, ignoring them due to his relationship status alongside his social status. He had English with her, and for their Shakespeare analysis project she’d been partnered with Tommy H. The same Tommy H. decided to brag about sleeping with her for two weeks after the project was presented-that was until she’d smashed his front windshield with a baseball bat in the school parking lot during lunch-then he admitted to lying about it-she was suspended for two weeks.

However Steve wanted more than to sleep with her-there was something else to her-something he’d noticed the day she walked into the Family Video with Max Mayfield in tow. While Max said her hellos to Steve and Robin, Y/n looked around the comedy section-a shock to Steve as he expected her to be a Horror kind of girl. That’s when he realized that there was always more than meets the eye.

She worked at the arcade next door to his job, and after cornering Lucas and Dustin he found out that she was rather close to Max, the redhead had gone to the Arcade often-trying to find a distraction while she grieved her brother’s death-and Y/n just happened to be the one on the mid-day shift.

Lucas and Dustin did a horrible job explaining her friendship with Max, however from what they did know she was the only person Max found herself talking to-telling her about the things she was going through-and opening up to. In a way Y/n filled in the role of an older sister for Max, and when she found out some of the Junior and Senior boys at Hawkins were trying to bully Max, while simultaneously bringing up her douchebag brother’s death she did not hesitate to show up to the high school, bat in tow.

Everyone knew Y/n wasn’t afraid of being arrested-she’d been arrested more than once, Hopper letting her off the hook each and every time because the missing Sheriff-supposedly deceased which Y/n did not believe-had a soft spot for her. After all, the girl was just a troubled teen-and she found her way by standing up for herself by any means necessary.

All Y/n had to do was speed into the parking lot, get out of the black Monte Carlo with her bat in hand and make her way towards the convertible full of jocks-some she remembered others she asked Eddie about-and hop on top of the front hood. She pointed the bat at the boys, a smile on her face, black lipstick perfectly applied as she smiled down at them.

She only said two sentences: “You see that pretty little redhead over there-Max-yeah talk to her again and I’ll personally knock your teeth in” followed by “Nod your empty little heads if you understand me”, then got off the car, knocking the bat into the hood, leaving a sizable dent before blowing them a kiss and walking off. Of course the teenage boys tried to explain what had happened at lunch-however the beauty of it being the Fall of 1985 was that there were no active security cameras monitoring the outside of the buildings and because the boys were all bullies-there were no other witnesses to prove their case.

After it happened Dustin explained the entire scene to Steve, Robin excitedly nodding along while mumbling about how badass Y/n looked, then going on a tangent about how pretty the girl was-all the while Steve found himself thinking more and more about her.

Then a week later he finally saw her in the parking lot, the two pulling into work at the same time. She stepped out of the black car wearing a black The Ramones baggy shirt tucked into a pair of black frayed denim shorts, ripped fishnets on her legs, her voluminous hair framed her face. He watched as she slid her black sunglasses off, eyes adorned with black eyeliner and messy eyeshadow, lips lined with black, colored red.

From that moment he was Smitten. She was the pretty, mean, punk rock girl that worked behind the Arcade counter and he wanted nothing but her.

The only problem was that Y/n Y/l/n did not like Steve Harrington. The minute she spotted him staring at her all she did was raise a brow, before telling him to “fuck off pretty boy”. But even then the way she said ‘pretty boy’ made him blush and he thought about it all day.

All of that happened four months ago, it was now January and he was still smitten. He’d see her walking into work, and occasionally when he’d close so would she. He’d see her walk through the front doors of the Arcade, locking it up, and he would wait in his car in the parking lot, looking around, making sure she was safe before she got into her car and sped off. That was also something he’d noticed about her-the girl drove as if she was training for a NASCAR race.

He’d noticed a lot about her, and anytime she caught him staring to any capacity she’d repeat the same four words “fuck off pretty boy”. Sometimes she’d add more, always something along the lines of “Can I do something for you Harrington?” or “Don’t you have VHS tapes to rewind?” whatever it was-it was always sarcastic-and that had Steve in too deep.

So deep that in fact once he found himself asking Max what kind of flowers he thought Y/n would like while the fifteen year old was in the Family Video, finding a rental for their weekly movie night-to which Max replied with “I don’t know-why don’t you ask her you weirdo”.

That was the last time he asked Max anything about Y/n.

Some days he was positive there was something else in the way that Y/n looked at him, a glint in her eye-something floating through her piercing gaze-then suddenly it’d be gone when she’d flash him her middle finger before walking into her job, Arcade vest in hand.

“Steve, you cannot be serious right now! You want to ask Y/n out? Y/n Y/l/n? She wants nothing to do with you! No offense dude but I don’t think you’re her type” he scoffed at Robin's words, taking his eyes off the road for a second to glance at his best friend, mouth agape and brows furrowed in shock.

“You really think that lowly of me?” Robin laughed, nodding her head “She’s like this totally cool, hot, punk rock chick and you’re a guy who probably owns more hairspray than does! You two are like polar opposites, you were prom king and she smashed car windows with a baseball bat!” he scoffed again, shaking his head a few times while he focused on the road ahead, turning the steering wheel as he pulled into the parking lot in front of their job.

“Oh come on! You really don’t think I have a chance?” Robin tilted her head, brows knit in concentration while she pursed her lips inward before nodding her head a few times “I’d say you have a .0001% chance with her” just as Steve was about to respond, he noticed Y/n’s car speed into the parking lot which was definitely more packed than usual.

Then she pulled into the spot next to his, her window tint not dark enough to disguise the way that she grabbed her Arcade uniform vest-screaming into it-then closing her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Steve’s lips were parted as he watched her-mesmerized by the simplest of actions-granted he’d never really seen much out of her past her being mean, cussing him out, and the few soft moments she had when she was with Max, the two laughing in an aisle of the video rental store.

He was dazed-so much that when she turned her head to open her door she caught his stare, immediately giving him a dirty look as she rolled her eyes, then her gaze flickered to Robin who was now looking at her as well, so she flashed the girl a closed mouth smile, then she gathered her things and got out of her car, shutting the door and locking it before making her way towards the front door of her dreaded job.

Before Robin could make any comments Steve practically jumped out of the car, calling Y/n’s name as he sped walk towards her-by the time he shouted her name a second time and she stopped in her tracks to turn and face him he was only a few feet away from him.

He’d taken a few moments to trail his eyes along her moving figure while she walked, today she had on a pair of black thin stockings-the tops of them slightly showing, accompanied by a black leather miniskirt-something he questioned due to the forty degree weather outside, but he guessed her black knit sweater and oversized leather blazer were evening out her body temperature.

When she turned to face him he practically lost his train of thought-eyes focused on hers while she stared at him, the thick black eyeliner and shadow around her eyes only accentuated them-an expectant look on her face while she slightly shook her head, a brow raised.

“Pretty boy I don’t have all day. Speak-I’m waiting” the slight dominance in her tone was bringing heat through Steve’s body-his cheeks flushing slightly as he nodded his head a few times with his lips parted as if he was about to speak but he couldn’t get the words out.

After a few more seconds of looking like a lost puppy he finally blinked, nodding his head “Yeah uh-hey-so I was wondering if you were free-uh maybe tonight? After your shift” she blinked a few times, furrowing her brows before smirking at him. “Are you asking me on a date, pretty boy?”

There it was again, the underlying dominance-something he wasn’t used to-something that had his mind melting. She was confident as she spoke, the smirk on her face made him want to get on his knees and worship her, not to mention the way that she shifted her weight to one foot, one hand holding her black leather bag and uniform vest, the other near her face-one finger resting against her bottom lip as she lightly brought the black acrylic nail between her teeth as she smiled.

But the glint in her eye was evident.

“Uh-uh yeah-yeah I am” she nodded her head “and where do you plan on taking me hmm?” her tone was almost degrading, it made his already melting mind feel fuzzy while she spoke to him. “Any-Anywhere you wanna uh-go” she moved her nail from between her teeth, now puckering her lips slightly, finger tapping against them while she mimicked a thinking expression.

“Seeing as I close the rest of this week-and based on the fact that you and her are just getting here-you do too-nothing’s open after we leave work Pretty boy. So where’s that leave us?” Steve so desperately wanted to say ‘your place or mine’ but he knew that she’d just scoff and walk away, that was the only thought he had, he had no other real answer so when he turned into a stuttering blubbering mess she smiled before shushing him.

“I can think of a place-or two you could take me-but what do you wanna do huh?” At this point she stepped closer to him, the same confidence in her voice and she sounded so sultry-Steve couldn’t tell if it was because he was a blushing dizzy mess, or if this was actually happening.

Before he could respond she simply patted him on the chest twice-then she gripped his denim jacket-tugging him a little closer “Cat got your tongue Pretty Boy?” with that she let go, turning around and walking off-the cocky smile now on her face.

Robin got out of the car, wide eyed, jaw dropped, mouth gaping like a fish out of water while she stared at Steve who was still staring in Y/n’s direction, his hand now on his chest where hers was while he processed everything that just happened.

“Are you serious?! She’s so into you? How is she into you?! Steve C’mon” with that Robin quickly grabbed the keys from the car, locking her door then running to the drivers side and locking it before running towards Steve-grabbing his sleeve and pulling him with her into the Family Video where their co-worker Ryan was already clocking out-the older man not saying a single word to the two as they got behind the counter.

Steve was still stunned at everything while Robin smacked his arm excitedly.

“I don’t know how you did it Steve-but she’s so into you! I mean did you see the way she was looking at you! She was laying it on thick” Robin rambled while she took their time sheets, clocking the two of them in “I thought she’d be like mean and shy but not she wasn’t shy at all-she’s like-she’s like a man eater-Definitely an apex predator if I’ve ever seen one. Steve she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you” he blinked a few times, processing Robin's words.

However his mind was still fuzzy, and his filter was long gone by the time the words left his lips “I wanna eat her out” Robin gagged slightly, a look of horror on her face now “TMI Harrington! TMI!”

In the building next door Y/n sat in the worn red stool behind the counter, chewing gum while she thought about Steve. Sure she knew Steve in high school-he was a douchebag, he was mister popular, the star of the show, prom king himself. She hated his friends, especially Tommy-God she was so glad that she’d smashed his windshield in. But she always knew Steve was different-he wasn’t as much of a prick, he wanted to be popular, wanted to fit in, so he stuck to those that were popular.

Then something changed their senior year-after he’d broken up with Nancy Wheeler-he wasn’t the same, hell he changed for the better. That wasn’t enough for Y/n to want to associate with him though, she liked her friends, she liked Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and the rest of the Hellfire club-hell she designed their shirts.

But now things had changed, they were out of school, still living in their hometown, working next door to one another, and she had to admit, his continuous pinning was cute. The way he’d stare at her, the way he would stay late to make sure she got in her car safe, and the way that he’d always have a deep red blush on his cheeks anytime she called him Pretty Boy-that blush made her mind wander, she wanted to see him blushing, see his chest rapidly rising and falling, see him flustered, a stuttering flushed mess-that’s how she wanted to see him.

That’s what she wanted to do to him. However she was never a fan of making the first move-mainly because people never really caught her eye. She wasn’t a virgin-that was a fact-but she wasn’t someone who enjoyed casual hookups often, she liked relationships, some days she missed having a partner-but other days she simply rolled her eyes and went about her day because relationships meant commitment and they also meant heartbreak.

Steve Harrington made her question that, he was a change of pace, she’d only had a few actual conversations with him, most of the time telling him to fuck off for staring too hard-but secretly under her hard exterior she loved the way he stared at her, and the way he payed attention to her. The way his eyes would rake across her figure, not in a ‘I wanna fuck you’ kind of way but more in a ‘you’re so beautiful’ kind of way. She knew how to differentiate the two because of Steve-he was the only one who showed her the ladder.

She’d been waiting months for him to make a move, she was patient, and honestly she didn’t care-she wasn’t interested in anyone else nor did she feel the need to rush anything. She was content with her sex life and romantic life, of course being content didn’t mean she’d decline Steve Harrington’s head between her thighs.

Y/n spent her entire shift rolling her eyes at teenagers and kids, reluctantly helping them and acting as if she was doing something on the large computer at the front desk-rather she was just playing pong. She hadn’t spoken to many of her co-workers today, most of them walking around the arcade and working in the storage room, so her day was pretty simple and very boring. Her mind constantly floating back to the possibility of Steve actually making a move tonight.

Then it was time for her to close, everyone was already leaving while she finished sweeping, then she wiped the counters down and washed her hands, thankful one of her co-workers cleaned the bathrooms already. Finally she grabbed her things, and left through the front doors, locking them up-glancing to her left to see Steve standing there, leaning against the Family Video windows with his hands in his pockets-to most he would look relaxed and maybe even cool-but Y/n immediately noticed the way his chest was falling a little too fast.

He was nervous, and that lit a fire inside of her.

“So did you figure it out, Pretty Boy?” Steve practically jumped at the sound of her voice, he was too busy hyping himself up to notice Y/n locking up a few feet from her-and now he was embarrassed as she spoke to him. He expected her to stop a few feet away, but no, she walked until she was inches away from him, now slightly looking up at him, a smirk on her face while they held eye contact, one of her fingers gliding along the length of his denim jacket.

“I’m waiting for an answer” her degrading tone was back and it only made Steve blush even more, he bit his lip, eyes dropping from hers to her red lips, all the while his lips were slightly parted.

Steve Harrington had never in his life been this flustered. He usually did this to other people-he wasn’t used to the change of pace and yet he was melting under her touch. She moved her fingers, now gliding along the white sweater he wore below the jacket-he felt her apply a little more pressure-just enough to make her touch known. She was teasing him, luring him into her trap-and he was falling head first.

“Yours or mine?” was all he managed, he tried saying it with confidence but her gaze shot right through his facade, eyes still focused on her lips, now they were upturned in a wicked smile. She leaned closer to him, lips right next to his ear as she whispered “make sure you can keep up, Pretty Boy” with that she placed a gentle kiss right below his ear-and due to her close proximity she didn’t miss the small whimper that slipped past his lips.

She quickly moved, shooting him a wink while walking to her car, easily unlocking it and getting in-the sound of the car roaring to life was what reminded him that he had to follow her-so he ran to his car, nearly tripping on the way-then he got in and the second he was inside, she was pulling off.

To say that it felt like a game of cat and mouse was crazy-especially because Steve felt like a mouse chasing the cat. Hell he had no idea where she was taking him and for all he knew she might just be ritually sacrificing him under the moonlight.

But his doubts were gone by the time he pulled into a driveway behind her, the house was in the same neighborhood as Dustin’s place, she only lived four houses down-it surprised him that he never noticed. He was always here dropping him off and picking him up, and Y/n’s Monte Carlo was hard to miss, maybe he’d just been too wrapped up in his ‘adopted’ little brother to see it.

He shook his head while hyping himself up again, now was not a time to think of Dustin, he was about to hook up with Y/n Y/l/n-the girl of his dreams-literally he’d had more than one dream about her. However none of them had her as dominant as she seemed, they usually involved him holding her hands above her head, while he was above her. Occasionally she’d be riding him, other times he just dreamt of the sweet sweet sounds she would make while he laid between her thighs, her hands tugging at his hair.

The second she knocked on his car door window he blinked a few times, turning the car off before opening the door-she was thankful she stepped out of the way, this wasn’t the Steve Harrington she’d heard so much about-he was smooth and in charge-this Steve was awkward, nervous, and somehow kept tripping over his own feet.

He cleared his throat while she looked at him, a small smile on her face, and a devious look in her eye.

“Don’t worry Harrington, I’ll take good care of you” with that she grabbed his hand, and his heartbeat immediately quickened-hell it felt like it would beat out of his chest as he followed behind her. He watched as she unlocked the door with one hand, kicking it open as she twisted the knob, then they were inside.

For some reason he never thought of Y/n’s house-or of the fact that she probably lived with her family, he always just thought of her so when he followed behind her in the house he was somewhat taken aback. The warm hues of color throughout the furniture, the plants delicately placed and taken care of, alongside the framed photos-including Y/n’s graduation photos side by side with her kindergarten graduation photos.

He didn’t have much time to admire the house, instead she was guiding him upstairs, and he couldn’t help but focus his eyes on her ass, her skirt slightly sliding up as she walked-the material hugging her curves perfectly. It was driving him crazy.

Then she stopped in front of what he assumed to be her bedroom door, dropping his hand-now turning to face him. He was already flustered-she thought it was so cute-the way he stared at her while he blushed, unable to hold eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Tell me Pretty Boy, are you gonna let me take care of you tonight?” His mind was now a jumbled mess of Y/n, he didn’t have one coherent thought outside of her, so instead of responding and babbling, he simply nodded his head-lips apart while he stared at her. “Do me a favor-” as she spoke she trailed a finger along his jawline “-use your words”

“Y-yes” she raised a single brow “yes to what?” “I’ll let y-you t-take care of m-me” his stuttering made her smirk, with that she opened her door, easily pulling him inside-her strength somewhat surprised him but his gaze caught hold of her room, something he definitely didn’t expect. Much like the rest of the house it was decorated in warm tones, not a single black item anywhere-outside of the leather jacket placed on her desk chair, she had plants hanging near the large bay window, brightly colored pillows along it, the girl had stacks of books, she had dice sets on her desk, a singular small lamp on letting a dim red orange hue spread throughout the space, and a few paintings leaning against the wall next to her large mirror.

“Surprised? It’s called duality” she spoke as she watched his eyes scan the room, her voice snapping him back to her gaze, she looked at him expectantly, before cracking a smile.

“How long have you wanted me, Harrington?” he bit his bottom lip for a second “too long to tell” she nodded her head “aw, we’re gonna have fun huh? I wanna see you red and begging” his eyes widened at her words, her sweet tone a direct contrast in comparison to her words.

His lips parted now while he nodded his head, brows slightly raised, unable to say anything-watching as she took her blazer off, tossing it towards her closet-then her hands were back on his chest-both of them gliding along his jacket while she held eye contact with him. She slowly slid her hands under the denim, pushing it back until he finally took it off, throwing it elsewhere-too focused on her to care where his clothes ended up.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” he nodded his head “y-yes, an-anything” she smirked at that “All it takes is one little touch to get you dumb huh?” she spoke as she tugged at the hem of his sweater before sliding one hand under it, her cold fingertips against his warm abdomen, fingers tracing the toned muscles.

Steve's mind was a haze and she’d barely touched him, he would never live this down-even if it was just coming from himself.

“Take it off” she didn’t have to ask twice, it only took a few seconds for Steve to pull the Sweater over his head, revealing his toned chest, she smirked at the patches of hair along his chest, and the evident happy trail he sported “uh-I-sorry for the hair if it’s not your thing-” before he could continue rambling on Y/n shushed him.

“You’re so pretty Steve” she spoke as she glided a finger along his happy trail, resting it against the waistband of his hands, tugging on it slightly before hooking her finger onto it-all while she held eye contact with him.

He felt as if he was about to combust, his skin on fire while she looked at him as if she wanted to devour him. Her gaze had him holding back a whimper-and when she pushed him back against her bed he didn’t expect it-knees buckling over the edge of her frame as he fell flat onto the mattress. In the moment he was embarrassed-but then he watched as she easily pulled off her top, tossing it on the ground, a black lace bra holding her chest ever so perfectly.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost” her words were teasing as she straddled his lap, the evident bulge straining against his pants while she looked down at him, both hands now on his waist, thumbs slightly grazing his skin-back and forth.

His body was on fire-it had to have been on fire-she had to have tossed a match on the bed before pushing him into it. His mind was melting away as he tried to figure out how her subtle touches were sending him higher and higher up the ladder of sexual frustration. He was so turned on it hurt, and seeing her, looking down at him with the faux innocent look in her eyes as she sat on his lap-sat against him-it was enough to have him start begging.

“Tell me what you want Pretty Boy, tell me what you think about when you can’t take your eyes off me” his lips parted as she leaned lower, supporting herself on top of him, her face now less than a foot away from his. “I wanna hear it, I wanna know what you’re thinking about, what you wanna do to me” he swallowed hard, breath picking up slightly

“Y-you, fuck all of you, wanna kiss you and hold you, sh-shit” his words left his lips without a single thought, all rushed out and jumbled. She bit her bottom lip, a smile on her face now as she moved her hands off his waist, now placing one next to his head on the bed-she was in charge and he knew that.

“Yeah? You wanna make me feel good? Wanna feel me cumming around you?” he nodded his head, lost in her-it was like she was sending his senses into overdrive. “You think you deserve that? You think you deserve to touch me?” her degrading tone made him whimper while he nodded, she was quick to lean over, talking directly into his ear “I want you to beg for it, tell me how much you want me” with that she started peppering kisses along his neck, red lipstick stains on his skin before she started licking and sucking at his warm skin-sure to leave marks behind.

He couldn’t hold in the moan that slipped past his lips the second he felt her lightly bite against his skin-his hands now finding her waist-but when she stopped kissing him-he immediately moved his hands-somehow knowing what she was expecting. “C’mon Pretty Boy-let me take care of you” he let out another low moan at her words, her kisses now against his collar bone as she worked on leaving another mark against his tanned skin.

“Fuck-want you so bad, need you, God I need you so bad, I’ll do anything-please” she smirked, now moving back, her lipstick smudged while she looked at him, then she pressed her lips against his, it didn’t take long for him to kiss her back-one of her hands now on the side of his face as she deepend the kiss, sliding her tongue against his soft lips-slipping past them as he let her in.

She started moving her hips against his, he moaned into the kiss feeling her move-the friction giving him some sense of relief. The kiss only getting more heated the longer their lips stayed together, Steve poured everything he had into the kiss-all of his want-his desire-his everything, and she gladly took it.

When she moved apart she let out a whimper against his parted lips “do you wanna touch me? Wanna make me feel good?” he nodded his head “fuck please-please let me touch you” she smirked, nodding her head, his hands immediately on her exposed waist, then she winked before getting off of him-easily pulling at his arms-directing him to hold himself above her-and the second he did she was kissing him again, her hands now tugging at his belt loops-pulling his hips closers to hers while she parted her legs.

He was in heaven-this was it-he was in actual heaven.

She tugged on his hair-the feeling making him groan-then she did it again, a little harder this time-getting him to move back-but his blood was flowing south. He panted while he sat above her-in this moment he knew she was in charge-regardless of the position-regardless of how he was fucking her-she was in charge.

Her hand was still in his hair as she spoke “Use your mouth Pretty Boy” that’s all she had to say, his lips now against her neck, kissing down her body, he cupped one of her tits, groaning at the sound of the high pitched moan she let out, then he slid the bra down-he didn’t bother taking it off of her-rather letting the straps fall as the cups now leaned against her stomach, tits out, nipples hardening at the cold air against them. It wasn’t long until his hands were back on them, one hand cupped her left breast, fingers tugging at her hardened peak making her moan, then he peppered kisses along the right one, his tongue finding her other peak, lapping at it before lightly sucking against it before bringing it between his teeth-tugging at him-earning a louder moan from her.

Her hands were back in his hair as she tugged at the soft brown locks, moaning as he switched his position, making sure to pay attention to every single part of her. He had to make her feel good, that’s all he wanted to do, so he continued kissing down her stomach, eyes meeting hers as he reached the top of her miniskirt. She smirked “hike it up, I want your mouth, want you to be good for me, you wanna taste me?” he bit his bottom lip, nodding his head as he moved his hands to her thighs-easily hiking the skirt up, moaning at the sight of her black thin lacey panties-they left little to imagination.

He was quick to spread her thighs more, laying between them as he licked and sucked marks into the skin of her left thigh before placing it over his shoulder. The sight of him between her legs had y/n biting her lip again, one hand in his hair, tugging at it, the other holding onto her tit, squeezing it, toying with her nipple while she watched him.

“Please-can I taste you-fuck need to taste you on my tongue” she smirked “such a desperate little slut huh? Been waiting months for this-just imagining what I taste like-tell me Pretty Boy-do you think of me at night? When it’s just you?” he nodded his head, looking up at her, lips parted, heavy breaths.

“Yes-fuck-yes, always you, everything about you-please” “then show me” he didn’t hesitate to lick a stripe up her clothed slit, the motion making her whimper, then he slid two fingers along her damp panties, easily pulling them to the side, exposing her to him-and he couldn’t stop the gutteral moan he let out at the sight of her glistening cunt.

“So pretty like that, between my thighs, begging to tongue fuck me” he groaned, nodding his head before licking another stripe up her cunt, then he lapped at it, moaning at the way she tasted against his tongue before focusing on her bud, he rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit, groaning against her at the feeling of her tugging his hair. Her back arched off the bed while she moaned-loving the feeling of his mouth against her.

She bit her lip, grinding her hips closer to his face, moaning. “Just like that-so so good” her praises made him moan, he slid two fingers between her thighs-his other hand gripping her left thigh, holding it close-practically pinning her in place while he harshly sucked at her clit-her moans only motivating him to keep going. Then she felt him slide two fingers right into her entrance, her moans louder now while he curled them into her-over and over again.

He needed to make her cum, needed to taste her, needed to make her feel good.

“You feel so good, oh my god, right there Pretty Boy-fuck make me cum like a good fucking slut” Steve moaned again, her degrading words mixed with praises only sending heat throughout his body as he grinded his hips against her bed-needing some relief while he chased her high-then he felt it-felt the way she tightened around his fingers and tugged at his hair.

She was cumming, her toes curling and back arching even harder while praises slipped past her lips, soaking his lips and chin in her nectar. He moaned while she came, lapping up as much as he possibly could-wanting to keep going-but he knew not to-knew to listen to her.

He slid his fingers out of her, bringing them to his lips, moaning as he sucked every last drop off off of them. She watched him with a smirk on her face.

“C’mere” with that he got up, leaning over her-and she pulled him into another heated sloppy kiss-this time her hands working at his pants, unbuttoning them, followed by his zipper, then she slid her hand inside of his briefs making him moan against her lips. She started to palm him while they kissed, each time her hand lightly squeezed the base of his cock he’d lose rhythm in the kiss.

Y/n thought it was cute, the way he couldn’t even focus on kissing her back while she toyed with his constrained cock. When she pulled away from the kiss she kept palming him.

“Please-” she tilted her head slightly “please what?” “Please-fuck please need you-need you to stop teasing” she pouted for a second “but you look so pretty like this, you’re so red, and your eyes are barely open-I’ve barely touched you and you’re already fucked dumb” he moaned at her words, nodding his head.

She shoved him, rolling so she was now on top of him, and she straddled a little lower than his waist, easily sliding his hard, thick, cock out of it’s confinements, she bit her lip while gazing at it. His veins were so prominent, it curved slightly to the left, and the tip was swollen, red, and dripping pre cum.

“The tip of your cock is the same color as your cheeks-nice and rosy-just for me” she spoke in a degrading tone as she placed a singular hand on the length of his cock, slightly tightening her grip as she slowly slid it up and down his length-she then paused-gliding her thumb across the tip, swiping it against the slit-spreading all of his precum around then she leaned over and spit on it-making his cock a wet sticky mess-all while he moaned and whined under her.

“Please-fuck please y/n-please” she raised a brow “tell me what you want-you want me to fuck you like the whore you are? You want your cock down the back of my throat-you wanna watch me gag on it? Make you cum over and over again until you cant even think straight?” he nodded his head rapidly at her words, vision hazy while he watched her above him-she was like an angel-but angels didn’t do things as sinful as this.

As she spoke her hand’s pace picked up, squeezing him tighter while she pumped his dick, holding eye contact with him-only going faster and faster-while he moaned and whimpered-his hands gripping her sheets. “Such a pretty fuck toy” he felt himself getting closer and closer-and based on the way he twitched in her hands-she knew it too.

“You gonna give me the first one? I want you to cum for me my sweet, sweet boy, cum all over my hand” he nodded his head, chest rising and falling, feeling himself closer and closer to the edge-then she leaned over him, now pumping his cock at a different angle while licking and sucking at the other side of his neck-making sure to leave more marks.

He moaned, his head thrown back slightly as he gripped the sheets “you wanna touch me? Wanna let me know how much you like me fucking you?” he moaned at her words, she was near his ear, low words sending vibrations down his spine-leading him to letting out a loud moan “you can touch me baby, hold me while you cum for me” he nodded his head, his hands on her hips now-fingers digging into her skin as his vision greyed over-feeling his orgasm flow through his entire body.

She smirked, feeling his cum land on her stomach and his, then she sat up, still smirking while he struggled to catch his breath-but she was nowhere near done. She leaned over, tongue tracing the ropes of cum on his stomach, all the while she looked up at him.

Then she moved on to her hand, licking his cum off of her fingers “you made such a mess-can’t let it go to waste, you did so good for me-but now you’re gonna do even better” he simply nodded, biting his lip while he stared at her through hooded eyes-never in his life had he experienced the amount of pleasure that was surging through his body.

She moved further down, kneeling on the bed while she looked at him “lean against the headboard” he nodded, doing as told, chest rising and falling rapidly while he watched her lie between his legs, he winced and whimpered as she grabbed his sensitive cock, not wasting a second before placing the tip into her mouth, lapping at it-sucking on it-and sending him into a pool of overstimulation-hands gripping the sheets while he felt dizzy. He’d never came more than once during a hookup-everything about this was new to him-and he was going insane.

She pulled back “you gonna give me another one? Cum down my throat? Be a good boy for me?” he nodded “use your words” “gonna be good-gonna be so fucking good” he was whining, whimpering as her mouth was back on him-his cock slowly growing harder in her mouth as she sucked on him, toying with his length, using one hand to pump him while she bobbed her head along him-all while holding eye contact with him.

She moved away to spit on his cock again-except she used the tip to smear her spit along her lips, Steve placing his hands over his face after seeing that-letting out loud uncontrollable moans. She wanted him desperate-and that was exactly what she was getting.

It didn’t take long for him to have to cum, his eyes watering from the pleasure while he gripped the sheets, constantly shifting in place-trying to stay as still as possible before she stopped all together.

“Please fuck-please can I cum-please-fuck can’t-cacn’t hold it” she smirked, taking him out of her mouth, still pumping the length of his cock while looking up at him-the string of saliva connecting his tip to her lip was driving him insane.

“You look so good when you cum-so flustered-so fucking pretty” he moaned “gonna cum all over my tongue for me? Be a spoiled little slut for me?” he nodded his head, watching as she stuck her tongue out, tapping his cock against it a few times-the sight sent him into overdrive as he shot ropes of cum along her tongue-one landing on her cheek slightly. She swallowed it all gliding her index finger along her cheek before smirking.

She sat up, smearing her finger across his bottom lip-before sliding it into her mouth-watching as he sucked on it “look so good like this-so fucked out-haven’t even been inside me yet” she leaned closer to him, taking her finger out of his mouth, sliding it along his lips and chin.

“Haven’t even felt how wet, warm, and tight I am-just for you to fill-to stretch-want my pretty boy to cum inside, wanna see how you look while I fuck you hard” he moaned at her words, nodding his head, whimper, lost in his world of her and overstimulation.

She grasped his cock again, pumping it over and over, slowly with a tight grip as she peppered kisses along his jaw-she moved to straddle him again-making it easier to kiss his skin. He looked like a fucked out slutty mess, hair in every direction, lips slightly parted and swollen, eyes hooded, skin flushed and covered in lipstick kisses and bruises and she loved every second of it.

“You gonna give me another one?” he nodded his head, unable to speak-words all jumbled in his head “good-cause I wanna feel you” he moaned at her words which made her mock him “such a cum drunk slut huh? Never been fucked like this huh? Never had someone use you pretty boy?” he shook his head-moaning as her grip tightened.

She smirked at his hard cock in her hand-he was so easy and she knew it was only for her.

She moved against him, sliding the tip of his cock along her dripping slit, he bit his lip so hard he thought it would start bleeding “u-use me” she smirked at his words “I already have been” it hadn’t occurred to him exactly how much pleasure she got from this-from watching him squirm and moan under her-watching the way she affected him.

“Look at me while I fuck you, wanna see those big brown eyes” he nodded his head, now gazing at her-eyes hooded while he tried not to shut them-tried to stay focused on her as she lined him up with her sopping entrance-sliding right down his cock-inch by inch.

She didn’t bother holding back a single moan, her head thrown back slightly while she felt him stretch her out and fill her until he finally bottomed out-their thighs touching again while she moaned.

“So big-feels so good-fuck I’m so full-can’t get enough of this cock-can’t get enough of you” he nodded his head, his loud moans never stopping as she started grinding herself against him before bouncing on his cock, up and down-then deciding to slide up his cock until only the tip was inside of her before slamming down onto him-the pleasure making his eyes start watering again.

She set her rhythm-fucking him as hard as she could-finally looking at him, her hands on his shoulders-using them for support as she continued bouncing on his thick cock, moaning his name alongside praises about how good he felt in her.

“Oh God Y/n-fuck-I can’t hold it-fuck so close” she bit her lip, her gaze had been held between their bodies, watching as he disappeared inside of her cunt, cock coated in her slick while she fucked him. Then she looked up, practically moaning at the sight of the tears running down his face while he threw his head back, biting down on his bottom lip while he tried not to cum.

“Look at you-” she moved on hand-grabbing his chin-forcing him to look at her “a crying stupid mess-hold it for me-or I’ll tie you up and make you cum all fucking night” her words had a slightly slur to them as she bounced on his cock, listening to him fall deeper and deeper into his world of pleasure.

He didn’t expect for her to lean forward, tongue against his jawline-licking the tears that rested there before sucking a mark into his skin-the feelings making his vision blur and all he heard was static-he was so lost in her that he felt like he couldn’t find his way out.

Then she let out a loud whimper-leaning her head against his shoulder while gripping his skin.

“Gonna cum-want you to cum for me-pretty boy I wanna feel you cum inside me” he moaned at her words, nodding his head-hands now gripping her waist-guiding her movements while he fell apart-the feeling of him filling her made her moan his name, eyes rolled back slightly as she quickly followed suit.

After the both of them caught their breath she slid off of him, walking-rather slowly at that-to the bathroom. When she came back Steve was trying to get dressed, eyes still hooded while he tried to balance himself-the sight made Y/n laugh, a smirk on her face.

“Really fucked you stupid huh?” he gazed at her, now blinking as he noticed the oversized t-shirt covering her figure, he watched as she trailed her eyes along him-smirking at his disheveled state.

‘Do yourself a favor Pretty Boy and stay the night-you’re too fucked out to be driving anywhere-you look like you can barely see” he sat down on her bed-running a hand through his messy hair while shaking his head “because I can barely see” his voice was strained-so she tossed the waterbottle on her desk his way-it landed on the bed next to him and he gladly opened it and drank most of it.

“Do you do that to all of the guys you’re into” she laughed at his joke, glancing over-watching as he took off his jeans completely before laying back onto her bed-staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were all on her-on the way she had him in tears less than fifteen minutes ago to the way she was now taking her smeared makeup off.

“Only the ones that end up being my boyfriend” his eyes widened at that, immediately sitting up while staring at her. She simply shrugged her shoulders, eyes now focused on the small mirror sat on her desk as she continued wiping away her makeup.

“Y-y-your boy-boyfriend?” she rolled her eyes, tossing the cotton pads into the trash can under the desk before glancing at him again, her hands now on her hips while she gave him an ‘are you serious’ expression, head slightly craned forward-brows knit together while she stared.

“I mean that’s c-cool, I didn’t know you were like-into that? I guess? I just thought-” she nodded slowly at his rambling, he ran his hands through his hair a few times while he tried to figure out what to say next-and truthfully his brain was still a pile of mush-recovering from the three orgasms and mind blowing sex.

“Into what? Having a boyfriend-or you being my boyfriend? Is the thought of me wanting to be in a relationship really what's shocking you the most Harrington-as if you haven’t stalked me for the past four months” his jaw dropped at her words-she wanted him to be her boyfriend-his mind now solely focused on that. He’d been into her for what felt like forever-and even after everyone told her that she’d never want him-she was here-telling him that she wanted him to be her boyfriend.

“No-no! No not at all! It’s just I didn’t really-uh think I was your type is all” she scoffed “I took you to my house and fucked you until you literally cried. I think it’s established that you’re my type”

He nodded slowly “but you’re all-like punk rock and like into metal and you wear leather and black, and you hated me in high school and you’re friends with Munson, and you’re-well you-uh-” she nodded her head slowly, brows raised, holding in a bubble of air in her cheeks while his words started to melt together as he tried to save his ass.

“Steve do you or do you not want to go on a date with me-If you don’t want to eventually probably end up being my boyfriend that’s cool-just say no. You’re being weird and I’m about to make you sleep in your car outside”

His eyes widened at that, the red flush back on his face, and now as she sat in her bed, only in his boxers, she noticed the way the blush traveled through his neck and onto his chest as well. He was covered in marks, the lipstick stains and hickies making Y/n smirk-proud of her work.

“No-wait no that’s not what I mean! Y-yes-yeah-of course-yeah” she nodded, walking towards him until she stood between his legs, she then pulled him into a soft kiss, one hand toying with the hairs at the base of his neck, the other gently caressing his jawline. He was quick to kiss her back, his hands on her waist while their lips moved in sync.

Then she pulled away, resting her forehead against his “stop being such a weirdo Steve-I like you-clearly-now shut it”

The next day the two of them woke up late, both of their shifts scheduled to start at two in the afternoon and the clock read one fifteen, Y/n was quick to shake Steve awake, telling him they had to go to work-and once he noticed the clock he practically shot out of her bed, rushing to put last night’s clothes on while Y/n pulled a new outfit out of her wardrobe-changing without a second thought.

The sight of her pulling on her clothes-stepping into her panties-had Steve’s jaw dropped while he stared-only to be met with “fix your hair-you look like you just got laid” when she turned around, facing him in just her bra and panties. She then pulled on a pair of black jeans, accompanied by her hellfire club t-shirt, and the faux fur lined leather jacket she kept for colder days.

She pulled Steve behind her to the bathroom across the hall, grabbing him a toothbrush and shoving it in his direction-the two of them still rushing-to the point that Steve hadn’t realized he still had lipstick stained kiss marks along his neck-plus the few hickies that were visible above his neckline.

What shocked Steve the most was Y/n tossing his keys at him, telling him that he was driving today.

So when he pulled into the strip parking lot just as Y/n finished applying her black lip liner and red lipstick combination-Robin opened the front door of the Family Video-fully prepared to curse him out, however when she noticed Y/n sitting in the passenger seat of his car her jaw dropped. She then noticed the way that Y/n grabbed Steve by the collar of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss before shoving him away and getting out of the car.

“See ya later Pretty Boy.”

Y/n simply waved at Robin, she then made her way towards the entrance to the Arcade, a smirk on her face the entire time.

Steve however got out of the car with a dopey smile on his face, glancing in the direction of his future girlfriend while locking the doors.

When he finally headed in Robin’s direction the look of pure shock was hard to miss-so much in fact that all Steve did was shrug-the smile still on his face. Then as the two got inside and stood behind the counter-Robin practically screamed.

“Holy shit! Your neck! Wait are you wearing yesterday’s clothes-oh my god you are-oh my god you two had sex-oh my god you drove her here? You stayed the night? Holy shit-these are like purple-she’s like a damn vampire!” Robin spoke while she poked and prodded at Steve’s neck-his eyes widening as he looked around for any reflective surface-when he came up short he walked to the back room-then into the employee restroom-eyes widening at the lipstick kiss stains on his neck accompanied by hickies.

Usually he’d be mad that a girl left marks on him-however in Y/n’s case it only made him smile, the familiar blush on his face-he was head over heels and now he finally had a date with her.

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awstark · 5 years ago

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okay but i need a modern witcher!au where jaskier sees geralt across the room and goes to twitter and makes a whole fucking twitter thread about the brooding, grey-haired man across the lunch/pub place he’s sitting in

dandelion🌸✨: ok so creep mode activated but holy shit i think i just saw a man so beautiful i almost cried into my tea

dandelion🌸✨: like i know the whole grey hair look was popular like two years ago but holy shit??? and punk aesthetic. i’m into it

dandelion🌸✨: he’s going to sit in here. god. that jawline. and that glare. very impressive sir, indeed. consider me frightened.

dandelion🌸✨: like, in a good way

dandelion🌸✨: okay he just ordered and even his voice is hot how is this fair? like gravely, super monotone

dandelion🌸✨: jfc guys i’m not gonna take a picture. this is like pretty fucking uh, stalker-ish? anyway. he’s gorgeous. i’m a disaster. help.

dandelion🌸✨: our eyes just met. i have goosebumps. they were so intense. like, yellow? sir, are you aware of that you’re a cryptid?

dandelion🌸✨: do yall think he’d be impressed by the bread i still have from my lunch? i wanna talk to him i wish the clock was reasonable drinking-time o’clock.

⨺ l i l a c ⨺ : wait you’re totally talking about @ wolfofrivia aren’t you?

dandelion🌸✨: @ ⨺ l i l a c ⨺ YENNEFER WHAT THE FUCK

and thus, meet-cute ensue

#elin chats #text post #geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #geralt x dandelion #yennefer of vengerberg

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lunarthepuff · 5 years ago

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Miles Upshur Headcanons

In his late 20s, like 27-29 range (yeah I know the wiki says early to mid 30s, let me live my life)

Brown eyes and black hair

Im tired of while male protagonists so I headcanon him as at least part latino but white-passing (cuz we can see he is pretty pale in game)

Is the biggest jackass

I mean, have you read the man's notes? A dude died in front of him and he was just like "lmao Trager juice"

I know some people kinda headcanon him as an edgy guy who gets into knife fights and stuff but remember that the beginning of the game literally said flat out he isn't a fighter

Anyways yeah Soft Miles rights

Is more of a talker honestly. He'll fight you in a Denny's parking lot but would rather insult you than throw hands

(So many 'your mom' jokes in his youth jfc Miles you're better than this)

I also feel like he's one of those people that value the written word more than spoken. If given the choice, he'd much rather write down how he's feeling rather than say it. It's part of the reason he got into journalism

His hobbies include bingeing Netflix shows, reading random articles at three am (canon), and getting into petty arguments

This man has super strong opinions about EVERYTHING

You know that one text post by @outlast-ing that like "what's the worst multiple of four" "12 obviously"? Yeah that's canon.

Eats the rich for breakfast

Punk!Miles punk!Miles pu-

Does NOT care for authority (and it's gotten him in trouble a few times. And fired...)

Grins more than smiles

Well-groomed and works out regularly. He takes pride in his appearance (meaning he's Hot and knows it)

Dabbled in guitar before the finger incident

Now he's just That Bitch that has a guitar in their room they don't know how to play

Listens to bands like Green Day and All Amercan Rejects (secretly listens to Taylor Swift too but he will perish before he admits it)

This man is homosexual no I will not be taking criticism

He's never been quiet about it either. Was definitely bullied a bit at school

(Then they asked to hook up after graduation. It was a hard no)

Has a sister that's older than him by four years who was his main form of support growing up

His father died in a car accident when they were kids, leaving their mother to raise them by herself

Which basically meant his sister had to grow up a lot faster than she should have to take care of Miles, who was still a toddler

SHE was the one who would beat up his bullies

She was also the only person he really cared about leaving behind after fleeing Murkoff

His sexuality also gave him hell trying to keep his image in the press, which was just another reason to become independent after getting fired

Uh ok I don't want to end this on a sad note so he also randomly no clips through the floor and walls as the Walrider and sometimes forgets doors exist.

It scares the shit out of Waylon at first but eventually he gets used to Miles poking his head through the floor to ask where he put his keys (because of course they live together wym)

Let me know if you want more!! (or send requests? I can do oneshots too maybe👀)

#outlast #outlast game #miles upshur #outlast whistleblower #waylon park #outlast headcanons #miles upshur headcanons #walrider miles upshur #walrider miles #walrider #camerashipping #wiles #headcanons #og post

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yikeswtfmate · 5 years ago

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(1) New Message from Unknown Number

main masterlist // (1) New Message Masterlist // next part

Summary: Y/N is drunk and can’t remember her ex’s number.

A/N: Hello, it is I, the idiot who writes Social Media AUs when she’s drunk but is too lazy to put them in the proper format and just leaves them to die somewhere on her laptop

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Social Media AU - that’s a lie, it’s actually just texts in Word format 🤡)

Warnings: swearing, dumbassery

Unknown Number: Hey asshat so listen

Unknown Number: I kno we hvnt spoken since like

Unknown Number: High school but whateve idc

Unknown Number: U’re an asshle so I dnt even care that its like…

Unknown Number: 3 in the morning nvrmd

Unknown Number: Ive ben dared to txt my hottest ex by these evil witchS so

Unknown Number: Here u go

Unknown Number: At least u had decent abs so congrats on tht jfc

Unknown Number: also u dnt get to complain abt this txt bc like

Unknown Number: u dated me for 6 months on a dare so U KNOW WHat this shuold feel like ya

Unknown Number: Wow dude that sounds like a dick move

Unknown Number: Seriously who the hell dates someone for 6 months on a dare?

Unknown Number: Doesn’t that only happen in movies though?

Unknown Number: hey bitchass dont act like u don’t kno what im talkinG abt

Unknown Number: Oh shit yeah, sorry. I don’t know who this asshole of an ex is but I sure as hell am not him

Unknown Number: Dude sounds like a complete waste of human space

Unknown Number: And I think I wouldn’t get to live it down if my friends would hear I did something that shitty

Unknown Number: Wait lemme ask Sam

Unknown Number: Nah, he says Steve would’ve beaten my ass if I were to do that so there u go

Unknown Number: m sorry who tf are u

Unknown Number: Bucky

Unknown Number: what kind of stupid name is bucky

Unknown Number: Shit man, u’re the one blowing up my phone at 3 in the morning, sending me weird ass messages when I don’t even know u and u dare say my name is stupid???

Unknown Number: Sheit srry

Unknown Number: Is been A long night

Unknown Number: nd week

Unknown Number: Actlly make thAt the whle entire fuckin month

Girl with asshole ex: Srry fr bothering u

Unknown Number: It‘s cool

Girl with asshole ex: Hey the witches ask if ure hot

Bonky: Yeah

Girl with asshole ex: WHAT THE FCK MAN AT LEST BE A LIL BIT HUMBLE SMH

Bonky: U wanted me to lie?

Girl with asshole ex: Fair point

Girl with asshole ex: They wnt a pic

Girl with asshole ex: Pic or it didn’t happen punk

Girl with asshole ex: Tht was nat

Bonky: What kind of party are u at that you can constantly text me?

Girl with asshole ex: Wanda’s place

Girl with asshole ex: Girls night

Girl with asshole ex: Getting hammered on wine BITCH

Girl with asshole ex: Also dnt change the subject

Bonky: I don’t even know your name

Girl with asshole ex: Why would I tell u my name I just want to see a suppsdly hot asssd

Bonky: You know mine and now you want me to send u a pic of me

Bonky: Bit of a disadvantage here babe

Girl with asshole ex: Babe?

Girl with asshole ex: BABE?

Girl with asshole ex: Fine

Girl with asshole ex: BABE if I tell u my name will u send a pic of u so we kno u arnt a 60yr old perv

Bonky: I’ll think about it

Girl with asshole ex: Hey fuck u

Girl with asshole ex: Not fair

Bonky: How do I know you’re not the 60yr old perv?

Girl with asshole ex: Cuz she got big tiddies to prove

Girl with asshole ex: And that was wanda

Girl with asshole ex: So now u know my fridsn

Bonky: Still don’t know your name tho babe

Bonky: Also tell Wanda she shouldn’t give out this type of info to strangers

Girl with asshole ex: ure not a stranger anymore bonky

Girl with asshole ex: ure my babe nao

Bonky: I’m going to let that Bonky slide just bc u’re cute

Bonky: But I’m also going to stop replying until you tell me your name

Girl with asshole ex: U think im cute?

Girl with asshole ex:

Girl with asshole ex: I mean u havnt even seen me but thats fair

Girl with asshole ex: Wand and nat say its true so ill believe u rnt lying to me rn

Girl with asshole ex: But I wanna see if ure cute

Girl with asshole ex: Wait why r u up st 3 in the mrng I mean we re drunk but wht r u doing

Girl with asshole ex: Babe u need to take better care of urself

Girl with asshole ex: Babe

Girl with asshole ex: Babe?

Girl with asshole ex: BABE?

Girl with asshole ex: Ph shit ure actually ignoring me

Girl with asshole ex: I dont like this

Girl with asshole ex: I actually like talking to u

Girl with asshole ex: Pls stop ignoring me

Girl with asshole ex: COME BACK AND LOBE ME

Girl with asshole ex: Babe?

Girl with asshole ex: Fine

Girl with asshole ex: It’s Y/N

Bonky: Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?

Babe: fcuk u

Bonky: I’m up at 3 bc we ordered pizza and decided it’s time to beat Sam’s ass in Mario Kart once and for all

Babe: Nd how’s that going for ya?

Bonky: Bitch has been beating us for the past 3 hours

Bonky: Thor is the only one getting at least close to him now so we’re about to give up

Babe: Wait shit how r u replying so fast if ure playing Mario kart tho

Bonky: I gave up two hours ago

Babe: Quitter

Bonky: Just gotta know which fights to pick babe

Babe: Heads up I might be fallin asleep soon

Bonky: Drink some water before that, maybe get some food in u as well to soak up all the alcohol and have an advil close for tomorrow

Babe: Ok MOM

Bonky: Hey Wanda willingly told me you have “big tiddies” so your friends don’t seem to be doing a good job of taking care of you

Bonky: Might as well let me do it so you don’t die tmrw

Babe: Ohhhh so u careeeee babe im touched

Babe: Kkkkkk Ill talk tu u tmrw ill be dead soon

Babe: Nd I do have big tiddies

Bonky: Good night babe

Babe: What the shit

Bonky: I see you survived

Babe: Barely

Babe: My head might explode soon and I feel like I’ve vomited for an entire lifetime

Babe: TMI sorry

Bonky: I’d like to point out I’m glad I don’t have to decipher your texts anymore and that you can actually spell properly

Babe: Fuck you Buckaroo

Bonky: I would also like to remind you that I have on good authority that you have “big tiddies” so don’t make me use that against you

Babe: I am going to kill Wanda

Babe:Ugh I need coffee

Babe: I’ll talk to you later

Bonky: I’ll be waiting for you babe

Babe: So

Babe: BABE

Bonky: Yes baby?

Babe:

Bonky: Nah, you love it

Babe: Fine

Babe: You still haven’t sent a pic of you though. I might be able to rise Nat and Wanda from the dead if you do

Bonky: What do I get in return?

Babe: The promise that I will keep replying even though you might turn out to be an ugly orc?

Bonky: Not enough

Babe: Fine. I’ll keep talking to you until you want me to stop. Or until I get bored of you

Bonky: Eh, you can do better

Babe: What do you WANT?

Bonky: A pic of you in return

Babe: I’m not sending you nudes, perv

Bonky: If I wanted to see you naked and be a dick about it, I could’ve asked last night, don’t worry

Bonky: But if you’ll know how I look it’s only fair I should know how you look

Babe: That sounds reasonable

Bonky: I’d say it’s a fair exchange

Babe: Fine, you first then

Bonky: If you don’t send me a pic of you afterwards babe I will stop replying, just so you know

Bonky:

Babe: Did you type super hot guy with the most beautiful eyes in the world in Google or something?

Bonky: I’m touched but no. Sam took that photo at a work event

Babe: Bitch do you really expect me to believe this is you? That looks like a guy who just stepped out of a magazine, I highly doubt I would have the luck to text him instead of my ex when drunk

Bonky:

Bonky: Are you always this annoying?

Babe: …

Bonky: What? Do you want me to take a selfie with the fucking newspaper now? I read the news online babe, I’m not getting off of this couch just so I can buy a stupid newspaper to prove it’s me

Babe: Do you have one in a suit?

Bonky: …why am I putting up with this?

Bonky: Hold on

Bonky:

Bonky: It’s been 5 minutes, are you going to reply?

Bonky: You still have to send me a picture of you though, a deal is a deal you know

Bonky: Fine, I warned you

Babe: Shit sorry

Babe: Hi Bucky, this is Natasha

Bonky: Hi Natasha. Is Y/N alright?

Babe: Uhm how should I put this?

Babe: Y/N is crying right now and she can’t reply herself

Bonky: What? What happened? Is she okay?

Babe: Oh yeah

Babe: She’s just crying because (and I’m quoting here) you’re “so beautiful, it’s like all my wet dreams and fantasies have come together. I swear this is some cosmic joke, this is not happening”

Babe: I’m not sure if she’s laughing or crying now

Babe: But she keeps yelling at me that I have to send you the most perfect picture of herself that has ever existed or you will stop talking to her

Babe: I think she started crying again because “I will never live up to that level of perfection, he told me that I have to know which fights to pick”

Babe: Uh yeah so here

Babe: 1 Photo Attached

Bonky: Hey Nat, could you tell Y/N that I would like to talk to her now?

Babe: Sure

Babe: Hey

Bonky: Baby?

Babe: Yeah?

Bonky: You picked the wrong fight if you think “you will never live up to this level of perfection”

Babe: Oh God

Bonky: Stop being an idiot

Bonky: And listen to me

Bonky: I would really like to keep talking to you. Mainly because you’re an idiot who makes me laugh, but it’s also the fact that you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life

Babe:

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #social media au #bucky barnes social media au #bucky barnes au #social media #bucky barnes texts

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jean----ralphio · 4 years ago

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IT’S BoB LIVEBLOG TIME

Episode 1 is under the cut!

Warning, I swear a lot... and am very in love with RSJ so a lot of this was just me pointing at the screen and screaming RICH and then remembering you can’t see me so writing it down...

Episode 1: Curahee! Curaahhee? Curraahhee? I can’t spell so I’m renaming it Ross is a punk bitch

Buckle up my babies, this will be a carcrash!

00:01 Here we fucking go aw yis

00:11 Aw who’s this? I wish they named the gentlemen at the start of the episodes, I wanna know who is who :s

00:25 Shifty, is that you my angel son?

00:41 OMG you guys… these men are breaking my heart </3

01:06 Lord, men were committing suicide because they couldn’t go to fight? That mentality… man. Oh my God, you angels. Babies.

01:36 No jokes allowed, every man is <3

01:40 Now that I’m humbled and we’re all well and truly miserable…the credits, ugh, my heart. The score is amaziiiing. Some of the footage is actual war-time footage, I read, which is a brilliant touch.

02:01 DICK <3

02:13 DICK’S HUSBAND <3

02:18 RSJ’S NAAAAAME

02:27 JFC this music makes me so emotional. Look there’s Matthew Settle’s face. That makes me emotional too

02:48 Ah it’s Roe <3

03:48 I’m trying to pick them all out in the line-up but I can’t tell who is who. Are we supposed to be able to? There’s a short one in the middle, is that Harry?

03:49 I’m not drunk enough to handle this

04:10 Upottery? Ah it’s so English I love it. That’s not a name! Wtf is up with English place-names, you guys have the weirdest names. Upottery? Seriously? Is it only potters that live there? I’m so confused

04:22 Close up of Roe! Perfect. I approve.

04:32 Is that the guy from Line of Duty? I think it is

04:39 Lip <3

04:44 Ew. GTFO Cobb. He doesn’t even go here

04:47 IS THAT RICH? RICH. ILY. ILY RICH. Please note that 94% of this will be a Rich-watch

04:53 Lieb stop. I am sure you are not a certified hairdresser

04:56 RICH. SMOKING. SMOKING RICH. More like smoking hot do you see what I did there?

05:20 I can categorically say that I love Joe Toye. I do. I love him. But every time I see Kirk Acevedo, all I think of is Charlie my baby from Fringe (awesome show, please watch it). And I just. Charlieee <3

05:39 Aw. They’re so sad

05:55 They’re so despondent. Guys. It’s fine

06:05 Fassy?? FASSY!!

06:18 God Damien is pretty

06:25 Nix that’s not how you flirt

06:57 Lol at Dick noting its happy hour. Thinking about taking Nix on a date, are we? I bet you are. Now THAT is how you flirt!

07:24 OMG the fucking flirting! GUYS. “And give up all this?” NIX SAYS AS HE CHECKS HIM OUT

07:37 Yeah, Nix, you’ll take him ‘to Chicago’ huh? Is that what they call it nowadays.

07:44 Do you want to be that cigarette? ‘Cos there is nothing heterosexual about that lingering look, Dick

08:18 ‘Murica time

08:25 Ross, fuck off. Nice jacket though. “You PEOPLE are at the position of attention” ugh GTFO. Dick’s sideye tho lol

08:52 NGL Ross does a great job at being super unlikeable

09:05 Noooo you don’t want it with Johnny Martin. You wont win. Yeah, walk away Ross

09:15 Careful around Lip too, or Speirs will materialize out of thin air and snap your neck

09:33 RICH. Don’t be scared of that douchebag, baby

09:43 What kind of question is that, there is nothing Lieb wants more!

09:50 It’s weird hearing Ross swear tho

10:26 Don’t argue with Johnny, baby. Also Roe OMG <3 Shane is freaking fit

10:43 Wow Lip is ripped

10:48 Oh no, poor baby. Lip leave him be ☹ </3

11:10 LOL I just noticed the drum by the door. It says ‘butts’ and it took me a seconds to realise it was for cigarettes. I am an adult (31-year-old married woman). I’ll laugh at the word butts if I want.

11:11 RICH

11:18 Lieb omg lol

11:39 RICH BABY NO! FUCK OFF ROSS! LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL HAVE SPEIRS CUT YOU

11:52 I can’t take Ross seriously in those shorts. Hi-ho GTFO

12:07 Ew fuck off running up that, I’d just nope out like nah babe imma go chill with that sweet baby back in the butts cabin

12:18 Aw Dick <3 The juxtaposition of Dick as a leader compared to Sobel who sure he might be honing them into something formidable and skilled but he’s an asshole. He’s not a leader. He’s a bullying, abusive scumbag. Dick is an actual leader who protects them and supports them and encourages them and IHAVEALOTOFFEELINGSOK

12:43 You don’t deserve that sick jacket, Ross. Seriously. That is a boss jacket, I want it

13:04 Have they not stopped fucking working out all this time? Ugh

13:23 Oh good, Dick gets a boss jacket too. He deserves it.

13:30 I wish people had to ask me for permission to speak.

13:53 I just. He. I can’t with Dick Winters, you guys. I cannot. I have lost the ability to can. Like they’re so upset and tired and low and just with that little joke he boosts their morale back up from where Sobel fucking beat it down into the mud and makes everything lighter and they laugh and are less tense and I just. Fucking love you, Dick.

14:00 Is that my angel son? I see you Shifty, love you baby

14:03 RICH. DON’T TOUCH MY RICH.

14:07 Oh my God, address them yourself you weirdo, Ross. They’re right there, you’re right there! I had a colleague that used to do the same, would get me to speak to my employees for her when they were right there in front of her like… ‘can you tell x to do y for me pls…’ … I was like wtf you know you CAN talk to them… you won’t catch poor just by speaking to people lower down the pecking order

14:22 Fassy! Wtf they’re not supposed to drink? Dehydration is legit one of the most dangerous things, how tf can you turn them into high-key supersoldiers if they’re dehydrated? How is this man so dumb? The guy in front of Fassy tho omg. I bet Fassy’s boss wife Alicia Vikander won’t like her husband being treated that way… she’s so badass tho right?

14:26 He’s so dramatic! Ugh

15:11 Piss off omg

15:24 oh my DVD flipped its shit here, only picked back up at 16:30 don’t @ me

16:52 RICH WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO YOU RICH

17:21 Shifty my angel son

17:46 so sweet

18:04 Sink, babe, no he is the worst, stop

18:20 LOL no, he’s jel as fuck babe

18:32 NO FUN ALLOWED. Im sorry, that tie is so ugly

18:44 Simon Pegg??!!

18:51 Ross is so dramatic God shut up. it’s not a conspiracy, weirdo

19:10 “It’s a can of peaces, sir.” Iconic.

19:11 Dick’s tiny smile is equally iconic.

19:17 SHUT UP ROSS

19:44 He wants to be punched, I think, like he’s goading them. The sick fuck.

20:47 DON’T TRUST HIM, DICK!

21:02 ROE <3

21:31 Hoobler, aw <3

21:37 I warned you not to trust him, boys

21:54 Ah boys, oh no

22:04 RICH. Kick him, baby

22:17 Bull, punch him, seriously

22:24 Oh Luz <3

22:26 Yeah GTFO, suck it, bitch

23:06 Who is this? Fella’s hot

23:40 RICH. FASSY. WEB. TAB.

24:19 Suck it, Ross

24:30 Real footage?

24:41 Lol you suck Ross

25:23 RICH. SMOKING RICH.

25:26 Bill omg

25:45 Perco, baby, no. don’t talk to Johnny Martin. Don’t look at Johnny Martin. Don’t so much as think about Johnny Martin. He will fuck you up with his gaze alone, baby

25:56 Ah Luz

26:06 OK. That’s hot. Joe/Charlie don’t be hot. It confuses me

26:42 Winnix being husbands in the corner

27:42 YOU’RE in the wrong position, dumbass, it’s no one else’s fault

27:46 Dick’s come to save the day

27:56 Ross knows nothing omg

28:05 RICH. Even my Rich is confused, Ross, you dweeb

28:20 Lol at Dick dropping down ready for a fight

28:36 Fassy isn’t happy. That means Alicia Vikander is coming for you. Joe/Charlie is definitely not happy. Lip is upset. Think about your life, Ross, think about your choices. You know you’ve failed when Roe is judging you

28:57 Nix is like lol where tf is the alcohol tho

28:59 Harry! Harry is here! But yes, baby, you’re interrupting the husband’s foreplay, leave immediately

30:00 Lol at the Nix vs Ross staredown. Nix won

30:17 RICH. GUYS IT’S RICH

30:33 Do it, Lieb. Drop the grenade. Just don’t upset my angel son Shifty

30:40 He is a literal angel. Don’t corrupt him Lieb

30:59 Nix is having another crack at flirting. “Going my way” so suave omg. Omg stop. No wait don’t

31:09 “I’m not the intelligence officer.” Neither is Nix half the time babe let’s be fair

31:14 “If I told you I’d have to kill you.” Nix is getting better at flirting! He’s been attending flirting 101 classes it seems

31:40 They’re legit such husbands prove me wrong

32:00 He’s not joking, Dick

32:06 Harry’s like oh yay yes please

32:11 Lol Nix

33:03 Ugh. Men. I feel like that hold smells so bad.

33:09 RICH. Naw, Rich is sad he’s missing out on the flamingos.

33:32 Joe/Charlie you deserve a day to commemorate you tbh. I love you.

33:46 “My brother’s in North Africa, he says it’s hot.” Bill is iconic.

34:34 Lieb, honey, don’t, please

34:49 I feel you, random hot guy. Tipper?

35:05 Eyyy this place is nice, let’s all move there.

35:17 Shifty, my angel son, my baby <3

35:26 Yay, Harry gets a boss jacket too!

36:22 Mum and Dad of Easy. I’m low-key living for Lip’s little worried faces.

36:33 THAT JACKET IS SICK AS FUCK I WANT 20

36:38 The fence is there, Ross, because you’re so fucking dumb

36:51 Guys, look, cows

37:06 He’s fucking useless. Hi Simon Pegg.

37:22 RICH

37:25 This whole scene gives me life and waters my crop

37:31 RICH <3. YOU GUYS. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. RICH RICH RICCCCHHHH

37:42 Poor Tip is so done

37:58 Simon Pegg is so confused

38:04 Good job, Tipper, I’m proud of you and your pretty face

38:10 Iconic

38:15 Keep it together Tip

38:54 The hand signals, no, I’d be like BABY. WHAT. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU WTF. I’d last like a millisecond in the military lmao. Does my country even have one? Tbh probably not. Us Kiwis are too chill, cbf’ed with anything. Too busy watching rugby, drinking, and sulking that we can’t afford houses cos our housing market is fucked. But at least we beat Covid *shrugs*

39:06 ILY, old guy. You are the best thing in this episode, aside from Rich

39:22 But wait, there’s more weird Americans hopping out yo’ bushes

39:26 “Bloody hell!” Mood

39:47 “You’ve done it now, yanks, you’ve captured me!” He is such a mood. I love him.

39:54 FUCK OFF ROSS. “Would that be the enemy?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” DICK IS SO VALID I LOVE HIM THIS IS ICONIC.

40:25 Be free, moo-cows

40:40 LAMO GET WRECKED

41:00 Guys imma be straight with you. I’m on my third whiskey lmao.

41:10 Simon Pegg, please refrain from being a douchebag. Leave Dick and his husband to flirt in peace.

41:23 I love how Nix is like instantly suspicious. He knows.

41:39 Worried husband

41:45 “Misspelled court-marital.” Iconic

42:14 Ross, why you lying? So threatened and jel that you gotta lie omg.

42:50 God Damien is freaking hot. Guys.

42:57 Punk bitch Ross.

43:22 Dick is so BDE. It’s fucking hot.

43:30 Ross is shooketh tbh. Punk bitch.

43:36 AH! IT IS HIM! THE GUY FROM LINE OF DUTY S5!

43:50 That underbite must have hurt FJH a lot omg so committed.

44:02 Hey Lip <3

44:09 Johnny Martin has absolute BDE

44:22 God they’re willing to be killed just to not follow Ross. Same tbh.

44:57 This whole scene is BDE.

46:00 But Sink has the most BDE let’s be honest

46:44 The respect for Dick. Even after what they just went through. I AM EMOTIONAL.

46:58 He’s so worried like omg what have my troublesome sons done now

47:09 ROSS WHY YOU ALWAYS LYING??

48:09 Weak

48:24 Yeah, fuck off back to ‘Murica

48:34 Legit, can we acknowledge Ross did a great job (the actor). Really really well done, one of the best performances on the series tbh.

49:48 LMAO GET WRECKED PUNK BITCH

50:06 Dick just wanders about a lot on his own, huh?

50:50 What? What? I understand nothing of what the cockney guy is saying.

50:55 Me too, Hoob, the fuck.

51:00 RICH I SAW YOU

52:19 “Never put yourself in a position where you can take from these men.” Don’t omg I can’t, Dick, I’m weak, I can’t deal with these fucking feelings.

52:36 DAFUQ

52:40 OHHHH I get it. Right. Dick, you’re so smart. It’s a little sad they have to do all that just to get some answers and guidance but tbh it’s probably fair? Gotta be top secret so punk bitches like Ross can’t screw things up.

53:30 Hey Nix. Speak French to me any day.

53:48 Unf.

54:08 LMAO Lieb, how many cigarettes do you need!

54:10 NGL I paused here for a little while.

55:05 We could ALL use some brass knuckles, Joe/Charlie. Mood.

55:25 LOL Lieb is so nosy.

56:15 Oh no

57:00 Luz LMAO

57:10 Oh babies

57:13 Bill LMAO that’s not ice cream, yuck it looks like soup

57:28 God. All that effort. Not just logistically but emotionally, mentally, psychologically, to prepare, just to have it put off. Fuck.

57:38 That movie again. Poor boys.

57:47 That’s actually a really smart move, Johnny.

58:41 Oh no. I would lose it completely. Oh Bill </3

59:11 Naw, Dick dawdling around again

59:49 RICH I SEE YOU

1:00:08 AAAHHHH IT’S TOO CONFRONTING DON’T

1:00:48 NOOO I CAN’T aw Bill

1:01:09 Naww

1:01:16 RIIIIICH

1:01:20 It’s like they’re kiddies on a field trip and Dick is the teacher wrangling them lol

1:01:47 Lol their crap is so heavy Dick has to help pull them up. That’s actually really sweet.

1:01:51 I wish I could hold Rich’s hand

1:02:08 Oh God. I can’t. Like he’s helping them up BUT IT’S ALSO HIS WAY OF SAYING GOOD LUCK AND GOODBYE AND HAVING LIKE A MOMENT TO CONNECT WITH EACH OF THEM I CAN’T LIKE THE EYE CONTACT NO DICK STOP

1:02:19 LMAO at them having to shove each other into the plane

1:02:23 That look between him and Roe. Ugh. Like. You two gotta take care of your boys together. Brotp

1:03:22 Can someone explain the block on that guy’s helmet to me?

1:03:55 I’m sad. And scared. This series is so confronting. I’ve watched in annually since I was like 16 and I’m still so nervous for them.

1:05:37 Rich, I see you! I recognized his chin lmao

1:06:16 God, Dick be careful

1:10:00 This show. The feels. Every time.

#band of brothers #liveblog #episode 1 #Currahee #sp?#rsj #richard speight jr

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apollocomplexx · 4 years ago

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Okay, guys, so hear me out. Feel free to add on to this if you guys want.

ALSO THIS INVOLVES SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS(MENTIONS OF HOOK-UP, USAGE OF "LAY", AND FRIENDS W/ BENEFITS), AND BURN VICTIMS. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

But an actual full-length character study of Dabi and Hawks? But like, in an AU where there's no quirks. Dabi, a tattoo artist(i know, so original 🙄) and a burn victim, Hawks. Hawks, who was once a pro athlete who had gotten into an accident ends up having a burn scar smeared right across the side of his face. His backstory is basically similar to his own, but he actually suffered the neglect from his family. So he's got mad mommy and daddy issues. And so, when he was recruited as an athlete(im not sure what sport), he had a full-ride scholarship. He was always a successful person in school and tried to be perfect.

So, he emailed became one of the best AND youngest pro athletes. But, of course, he got caught in a bad accident and he was hospitalized for awhile. Hawks- now Keigo -doesn't have the physical capability to be how he used to. The fastest man alive now barely able to run at a normal speed of the average person. Physical therapy is a bitch.

Because of all his money in reserve, he goes to a therapist. She expresses to him that he seems to have a self-conscious issue with himself. Keigo agrees. Not because he's acknowledging the situation, but because he hates how far he's fallen. He's not the same person he used to be. This prompts the therapist to ask, "Who were you, Keigo?" It throws him for a loop because he can't find himself to be able to scrap up any ideas or proof he actually was a person with a personality.

So, the session ends and he can't stop thinking about it. His best friend, Rumi, encourages him that night whilst eating a a giant bowl full of takeout Ramen that he should, "Try something new! Stop bitching around and wallowing around in your own shit. Life ain't shit. It ain't gonna tell you to get off your ass. You gotta do something." He takes this advice.

There are more troubles when his family ends up contacting him and asking for a stipend on money. You know, to support their "retirement". Keigo, who still has a soft spot and moral compass, reluctantly gives them money. Hie agency had given him a large severance pay when the doctors confirmed to the team and league that he wouldn't be able to play anymore.

Without even contacting Rumi, Keigo decides to do one of the worst(but possibly best decision in his entire life) impulsive things in the textbook. Angrily get a tattoo, that's what he's gonna do. So, he goes to this stupid little tattoo parlor. Isn't the best, the employees are apparently a bit crazy(especially the 18-year-old blonde desk worker, jfc). But he likes the vibe. This is the perfect place to ruin his life. Yes. It's called The League of Villains. Pretty edgy, right? Right, that's the point.

And so he already planned the appointment last night when he was kinda drunk. You know, putting himself in a stupor with deliciously fancy brandy and possible soda in the mix? It was strong. But he was so for this qt the moment. Of course, he was nervous as he got pointed to the closest room. The door was ajar and he could hear some edgy pop punk music he could imagine some teenager in their emo-phase would listen to after their breakup with their first boyfriend they had for like 4 days. So, he opens the door to see this mop of black hair, and instantly, the long overcoat with staples jumps out at him. Oh God, is this guy a teenager stuck in his emo phase?

Said-guy looks up and he has these gorgeous flaming blue eyes that looks like he could drown in and be burnt in at the same time. There were so many piercings on his face, and he looked intense with tattoos. The more he stared. He noticed the leathery burnt flesh underneath the intricately done patchwork of an elaborate tattoo. They were plentiful of electric blue flowers that matched his scorching eyes, monochrome smoke with pairing wild flames that looked something out of a folklore book. It was just utterly magnetic and magical and--

And the tattoo artist glances up at Keigo with this knowing smirk. And wow, he's hot AND pretty. How dare he? His own burn scar visible on his face makes him look so wretched. How can he pull that off so well? And so, that's how Keigo got a Hawks tattoo on the side of his neck. He wasn't that dedicated to get one over his scar like this guy here. Soon enough, he learned that his name is Dabi, he's been a tattoo artist for about three to four years. Before that, he was a starved artist who took like, a couple of years in philosophy(maybe he could be an art student with an associate's???). He blatantly made flirty comments toward Keigo and wow. If he wasn't gay before, he is now.

The two share contact information, they talk, and Keigo genuinely gets 10x better with his mental health. Apparently Dabi had no fucking clue that he was a pro athlete because all he watches are stupid documentaries and terrible reality shows. And maybe some ghibli films, because he's a man of flavor.

Dabi starts to learn a lot about Keigo but Keigo never learns a lot from Dabi. Eventually they start hanging out. This evolves into intense flirting. And then this turns into hook-ups. All Keigo knows is that apparently he's a good lay, Dabi's tongue is very hot for no reason(like temperature don't kill me lmao), and he might have severe commitment issues because he only deems them as friends. Now, Hawks normally wouldn't care. But Dabi then starts to invite him out after he confides in him about his therapy session.

So, they start going on not-dates. To coffee shops, to bakeries, McDonald's at 3am after a quick fuck, and even more stuff that he knows would be deemed as dates but they just aren't. The tattoo artist claims he doesn't care, but it's so evident that he does.

And he doesn't realize Dabi has as many problems as he does when he thinks about the entire situation. He has feelings for the man, and it's apparent that the other wants no strings attached. So, he brings it up after they have an "intimate" moment. Keigo looks over at the raven, and he sees him staring at him with this placid look on his face. And then he swears he sees tears welling up in his eyes. Then there's a slow meld of pink appearing on his face, up on the healthy portion of his skin. Before he knows it, Dabi just fucking up and leaves without much of a word and Keigo just feels-- he feels like shit.

And that's where I stop because I've been typing on my phone for 30 minutes and I'll keep going on. What do you guys thinks lmao

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #dabihawks #dabi is touya #dabi is todoroki touya #dabi x keigo #touya x keigo #dabi x hawks #my hero imagines #bnha #mha #mha dabi #mha hawks #mha au #mha au idea #rumi usagiyama

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userseokkie · 5 years ago

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so uh i know literally no one except like two people care about this but i was thinking today about steve and tony as one does, and if you’re not aware i have a tag for them i call #red oni blue oni and in case you don’t know what that refers to here’s the explanation from tv tropes:

“This trope is about two individuals (or occasionally, factions or civilizations) that are significantly linked together somehow (such as through a rivalry, friendship, being siblings, co-workers, competitors, etc.) that have differing personalities and, with it, often different approaches to the world in general, especially whatever they might be competing in/for/over. This, of course, gives them something to butt heads about, since their manner of acting may rub each other the wrong way and each is sure that their way of doing things is right.”

which you know, OBVIOUSLY steve and tony fit that trope because if anything they’re the driving forces for every major event that’s happened with the avengers since they found cap in 1964. but ALSO there’s more

even though with the red and blue thing you associate Steve with the blue oni and Tony with the red oni, it appears as though they’re the exact reversed:

“The Red Oni is associated with passion, wildness, and defiance. A Red Oni character is often more brawny than brainy, extroverted, enthusiastic, determined, and filled with a zest for life. They are also much more likely to break conventions and rules than their counterpart. If a Red Oni is indeed noticeably intelligent, they will still be much more wild and impetuous than the Blue Oni and/or with less sophisticated thoughts, feelings, or goals. Generally speaking, they're more people-oriented than goal-oriented (although both Oni's can be either). They may or may not shrug off criticism about themselves or their aims and goals, but say or do something nasty to their closest friends and you've just guaranteed yourself a world of pain.” Now i’m not saying Steve is a Big Dumb Blond but the defiant, loud mouthed kid from brooklyn that never took no for an answer is really something that rings true with this description.

“The Blue Oni is associated with serenity, control and observing authority. A Blue Oni is more intellectual, proud, traditional, introverted, and cultured (sometimes more spiritual, although that's not guaranteed). Blue Oni personalities are often respected by others, but also likely to puzzle or confound their peers because they are difficult to read and have a mysterious quality to them. It's worth noting that while blue types appear tremendously calm and composed, sometimes, this is just the surface, and scratching that façade may show that they are, if anything, wound far too tight beneath their calm and unemotional appearance.” lmao okay so.... traditional? introverted? stoic? those are all descriptors you would NEVER apply to Tony Stark. but then again, if we separate Tony the outside image he’s so carefully crafted from the real Tony who almost no one gets to see, then perhaps it’s more accurate. we know Tony is an alcoholic with a depressive streak and it’s dangerously easy fro him to slip into self destructive habits precisely because he does NOT communicate. he’s great at deflecting - try talking to him about his feelings and he’ll get ragingly drunk and blow up his house only to avoid answering. so... blue?

i still have my hang ups with dividing them so neatly as Red and Blue when it’s more like a swirl of colors where it ends up a purple shade bc they both have things from each Oni. but here is where it gets more interesting and what makes me say OH MY GOD YES THEY’RE THE EMBODIMENT OF THIS TROPE:

“While many expressions of this trope play it straight, it is also not uncommon for the Blue Oni and Red Oni to mix traits. The Red Oni, while usually the more passionate and emotion-driven, may also be the more easy-going and flexible of the two. Their more simplistic world-view may make them at least partially immune to angst and Wangst. Conversely, the Blue Oni, while usually stoic and thoughtful, may hide a volatile, angsty nature that may erupt if pushed too far. In such instances the two may switch roles (...)

There are a lot of ways to play their interactions, so sometimes the two are both leads on an equal standing, sometimes the blue is more of The Smart Guy or The Lancer to the red's Hot Blooded The Leader or The Big Guy. The relationship can also vary wildly, as they are just as likely to be close friends as they are to be bitter rivals or enemies. One thing that is sure is that regardless of how big a cast is, when these two are in it, they will be magnetically drawn to each other.“

See?! the Red oni/Blue oni trope is not so much about them being complete opposites, night and day, black and white, it’s more about how their differences bring them together but their similarities is what keeps them that way. jfc Steve and tony are literally two sides of the same coin, where that coin is justice and heroism and Steve is a deontological representation of what a hero is, while Tony is more a pragmatic/utilitarian reflection of a hero. They are both philosophical movements that focus on Good and achieving what’s right but in far different ways.

Even further developing their portrayal, it’s obvious they borrow from both onis interchangeably:

“In a show where it's relevant, differences in fighting style may be something like Technician vs. Performer. For example, a red may rush headlong into combat without focus or a plan, relying on surprise or intimidation. It may be that their strategy is to close the fight quickly before their opponent can think or adapt. (”Stark, we need a plan of attack!” “I have a plan - ATTACK!”) The blue may use cunning traps, stealth and strategies, or tend to win in elegant Single-Stroke Battle fashion, or rely on hitting a target with magical powers or projectiles from a distance instead of running up to their opponent and punching them in the face. (Now, does this sound more like Steve or like Tony? because to me this is Tony’s battle strategy to a T. he never punches someone in the face, well besides a few exceptions. He literally has projectiles with body heat targeting. so is tony the blue one or the red one?) Force and Finesse is a variation where red tends to rely on raw power while blue uses precision strikes.“ (Steve rogers is a brilliant strategist, and reminds everyone all the time that he’s the Man with a Plan and everyone always defers to him on the battlefield. But then again, he’s also the kid who used to weigh 90 pounds soaking wet and still went round for round with bullies twice his size without thinking about it. “I can do this all day” says the punk as he throws punches blind. that’s a Red oni thing, but he’s strategy overall is more Blue oni.)

Even so, something else that’s been established time and time again is the difference in their fighting styles. Steve is a boxer, which ultimately means offensive fighting, while Tony practices kung fu and mixed martial arts, which translates into defensive fighting. BUT THEN WAIT, there’s also the fact that Steve has a goddamn shield, which is meant to defend against attacks, while Tony has a weaponized suit of armor that flies, which can be either of both things but is normally used more for offensive attacks, unless you just wanna fly away or bring up the nanotech shield you took from Steve’s book, Tony.

The trope says that Red does everything impulsively, without plan, relying on his instinct while Blue makes a plan and trains to do all perfectly. That’s Tony being the red oni and Steve being the Blue oni. But then, there’s also the brawn vs. brains dichotomy where “Red would focus on becoming physically superior often by putting his/her body through an insane amount of intense training which can be dangerous at times” which is Steve. And meanwhile “Blue would focus on getting smarter and gathering all possible knowledge, betting on their intelligence to win them the fight” which is definitely Tony. So then again, it’s all a mixture where they’re both Onis and yet they both complement the other one where they’re lacking.

In conclusion Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are kindred spirits and also Red and Blue Onis and I love them a lot but not as much as they love each other

#idk where I was going w this but fuck it #stevetony #stony #marvel #marvel meta #steve rogers #Tony stark #red oni blue oni #superhusbands

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moviegroovies · 5 years ago

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oh god after last time i really did think i was done but i must have unlocked some new level of hell because here we go, here we go, lost boys hcs PART 3!!!!

so ummmmm michael... is sort of dumb.

like, ok, specifically??? i think he’s got a higher than average emotional intelligence, but he’s just one of those kids who’s bad at school. there’s some hints of this in the movie: when michael is telling sam that he can’t tell lucy about the vampirism thing, sam’s line is that it’s “not like getting a D in school, mike!”, implying that hiding that kind of thing is something the two of them have been over before, and a deleted subplot has him repeatedly insisting to lucy that he’s going to drop out of school to get a job and help her pay for things.

tbh i think he’s got that classic “child of divorce” thing going on. he feels like a burden on sparse resources and can’t stand the thought of wasting his days in school, where he doesn’t even want to be. he wants to help his mom! he gets a job for he so he can do that! what a good, sweet boy!!!

hmmm. dyslexic michael, anyone? like, i was going to say that he was particularly vexed by math & science, but the more i think about it, the more i’m leaning toward him maybe just being disinterested in those subjects, even though they’re the ones he’s better at, while english and history (but particularly english) really piss him off because studying takes so goddamn long.

so he gets like, C+/B- in math and science, consistent C- in history, and wavers C- to D+ or even lower in english.

he’s so polite to his teachers that they help him when they can though, especially because they know he’s trying so hard, but he’s just not entirely gifted at this sort of stuff.

the worst is when he has to keep his grades up to stay eligible for sports--that pressure just makes everything seem so much worse.

i think michael plays some of everything. he’s like, some kind of guard on the football team, not particularly their star player or anything, but i think he’s also got a starter position on the basketball team, and he is the star pitcher on the baseball team.

physical stuff just comes easier to him than academic stuff, you know?

his high school girlfriend was a cheerleader, but they weren’t that serious. she was a kind of preppy girl, a little vapid, and it felt to michael like they only really dated because they were supposed to. breaking up with her kind of led to michael’s attraction to star; he saw her on the boardwalk and she looked like she dressed for herself and she was outwardly enjoying her time at the concert--plus, you know, she’s really pretty.

he hates to admit it, but michael’s favorite classes in school were the home ec classes that his guidance counselor suggested he take. he took shop first, which was okay, but really, what he liked to do the most was the cooking and sewing shit. when he joins the lost boys, he kind of “takes over” these roles from star (who had been pressured into acting the mother for all these assholes who could be her great grandfathers, easily), and it turns out that he’s a lot better at that stuff than she is.

guess he was always kind of training to be david’s bitch after all.

the guys stop ribbing on him once he shows them how he can fix their clothes and shit, though. goddamn assholes.

michael’s main circle of friends in highschool was made up of other jocks, and like with his girlfriend, they weren’t super close. he often got excluded from stuff because he would insist he couldn’t do something or other on account of his mom needing him home that night, or he would get pissed at them for making fun of sam.

michael said family comes first, fuckers!

he did drink and smoke and shit like that back in phoenix when he knew he wouldn’t be missed at home, though. he’s not a goody two shoes, really, he just didn’t want to make things harder than they were for his mom.

one day he did come home drunk, and he’ll never forget how upset lucy looked. he still doesn’t feel like he’s made that up to her. ouch.

one of the guys michael hung out with, probably the closest michael had to a “best friend” was a dude named declan who he’d known since elementary school. declan as the only one of the jock guys who didn’t really hold it against him when he’d skip out on stuff, and the only one he ever even thought about telling the divorce shit to, although in the end, he chickened out of actually doing it.

like i said, they weren’t best friends or anything, but they could have been, y’know?

one of the less nice dudes in his group (probs one michael got in fights with often) started dating michael’s girlfriend about a week after he moved. michael wasn’t really pissed by the time he found out about that; he had way bigger problems to worry about by then.

there was a guy that michael saw around who was kind of a beatnik loner outcast and almost definitely a fag. he liked shakespeare and oscar wilde and probably drew pretty things in the margins of his notebook, and the guys that michael hung out with trashed on him pretty much constantly. michael himself, however, had kind of a thing for the guy: he thought he was cool and would ask when he could to see what he was working on.

you know how michael acted around star at the very beginning of their association? that’s pretty much how he was around this dude. local bi disaster is bi.

the guy (i was going to say fuck it and name him after the guy who i’m sort of basing him on from peggy sue got married, but guess what my fucking luck is, that dude’s name is michael. jfc. let’s call him charlie) thought michael was just there to make fun of him like the others did, but he eventually, he might have come around to trusting that mike really was just interested in his art.

maybe they made out or something before charlie eventually pushed back against him because he didn’t want to get fucking murdered by michael’s friends for making him queer if they got caught

michael always felt like he should have pushed harder to have some sort of relationship with charlie, but once he moves to santa carla, there’s no use in thinking about it anymore.

unlike michael, sam did have a close circle of friends at school, even though he wasn’t as classically “popular” as his brother.

it was probs this reason that made him take the move a lot harder than his brother did.

sam, also unlike michael, was/is really good at school. he’s super skilled at memorizing dates & facts (just look at him rattle off semi-obscure superman trivia lol), and pretty talented at writing to boot. he doesn’t like math as much, but if he works at it, it comes to him pretty quickly.

gifted kid perks™

being that everything came easy to sam, and that he didn’t do any sports like michael did, he had a lot of downtime to read books and comics, keep up w/ pop culture, and hang out with his nerdy friends who liked to do the same. he was even in a d&d group

his character was an elf rogue.

it’s about gay rights

re: sports, it’s not that sam couldn’t be athletic, just that he didn’t ever really want to be. he used to do little league to be like michael and as a concession to his father, but really, he was always put in the outfield, and at the end of the day he would just rather read or watch tv than stand out in the hot sun playing this game he didn’t care about.

when they were little, michael trained himself to get better at reading so that he could read stuff to sam when their parents were fighting or their mom was away. he remembered how his parents (in better times) had read to him, and he knew it made sam feel better, so he put aside his difficulties and discomfort to read to his brother before bed.

the easiest things to read for him were comic books (he had some batmans and supermans and even a few wonder womans, although it wasn’t all superhero stuff. he also had richie rich and, of course, archies), which kind of sparked sam’s love for them--they were something he shared with his brother. <3

i’m thinking sam’s nerd club was the prototypical “mostly boys who never talked to a girl in their lives” type thing, but at the same time i’d like to imagine that at least one of them had a pretty brash (and nerdy) sister who pushed her way into the club, winning their respect by doing what sam did to frog brothers, only with star wars lore.

also, i’m kind of picturing a shy girl from their school who sam takes under his wing when she’s getting bullied, only to find out that she’s really into that stuff too.

she’s part of their d&d campaign; she plays a badass orc barbarian woman and consistently has the best luck with the dice.

the girl is almost definitely a lesbian, but sam asks her to homecoming and stuff like that so that they’ll both have dates; they’re basically each other’s beards.

Gay Rights.

one of the only ways michael could ever really relate to his dad was when they played baseball and the dad taught him Sports™ things, so sam not being at all interested in that stuff made him kind of a disappointment. even still (or maybe for that reason), michael was always the mama’s boy, while sam spent a long time desperate for his dad’s approval.

maybe bc michael and lucy tried really hard to protect him from just how shitty their dad really was, to be honest.

speaking of michael and sam’s dad, i’ve been doing a lot of thinking about him, and now i’ve got Opinions.

contrary to what i guess is the general fandom consensus (at least from what i’ve seen? but my scope might not be that big regarding this character, so if i’m wrong, i’m wrong lol) regarding the dad, i can’t see him being particularly abusive physically.

however, given how sweet and agreeable lucy is, i get a sense that there must have been something REALLY insurmountable in their relationship to make her decide that divorce was the only option. the way i see it, michael and sam’s father started as one of those anti-establishment punks who eventually grew up and just... snapped back the other way entirely to end up as the establishment himself.

main justification for this is that scene w/ michael and star; he doesn’t just refer to his mother being an ex-hippie, he refers to his folks. plus, i mean, there must have been something about the man that endeared him to lucy, right?

so, over the course of their marriage, the guy goes from being a radical dreamer type with maybe some kind punk rock aspirations to being like.... reagan’s “moral majority.”

he starts totally stomping down his old dreams and, in the process, mocking lucy for holding onto anything from their past (you know how she told sam part of the reason she divorced him was that “he never believed in the closet monster”? that was a symptom tbh). i imagine that this, in itself, was soul crushing, but what was really the last straw was when he started in on michael and sam: getting mad and telling michael that he wasn’t going to make it in the MLB and that he had to get his shitty grades up if he wanted to amount to anything (only making him hate school even more lbr), and openly disliking sam’s rejection of sports and stuff in favor of his comic books and MTV.

before the end, i think michael got in a lot of fights with his dad when he’d make passive-aggressive comments at sam for not being enough of a man.

who made you the fucking authority on that, huh?

if he was ever actually physically violent with anyone, it was probably michael during these fights, or mayyyybe even lucy when she’d step in.

eventually, something just tips lucy’s goddamn scales, and she snaps and goes out right then and there to file for divorce. they never saw the point in signing a prenup or anything back then, y’know, so without really fighting for it, lucy wasn’t going to get anything in the divorce.

she doesn’t. they leave arizona with just about the clothes on their backs.

if anyone actually fought against the divorce proceedings, honestly i think it was the dad. he had this idea of his respectable nuclear family, and, even though he was basically an emotionally neglectful POS to his sons, he hated the idea of his wallstreet suit-type coworkers coming to know that his home life was anything less than perfect.

as a last ditch effort, he probably tried to win lucy back at the very last minute, even twisting her arm in an attempt to get her to stay for the boys’ sake, but he clearly no longer knows what attracted her to him in the first place, and the “effort” just makes her sad.

in her mind, she’s already gone by then, you know?

finally, he just ives up and signs the divorce papers. for a hot second it really fucks him up; he goes in to work unshaven and haggard, he’s back to eating like a bachelor, his heart isn’t in what he’s doing. this isn’t about grief over losing his family, though, is the shitty thing. not really. instead, he’s just dealing with uncertainty over how to remake his image.

unfortunately, that’s about as much karma as their dad gets. by the time lucy, sam, and michael are gone for good, he finds it’s easiest to just pretend that they never happened. lucy didn’t demand it, but he sends the occasional bare bones childcare check in the mail and feels like he’s the goddamn father of the year or something, and meanwhile, he remarries a woman that’s both younger and more conservative than lucy, sooner or later fathering a son with her.

lucy isn’t cruel; she doesn’t want the boys to be totally cut off from their father, and even though they both pretty clearly sided with her in the divorce she offers him visitation rights and partial custody (saying that they could stay with him at least every summer and for whatever other holidays he wanted), but he mostly rejects this.

when the boys try to call him to ask, he gives them a noncommittal answer about them maybe visiting next summer, after they’ve all gotten settled in.

they pretty much stop calling after that.

remember how i said michael has an above-average emotional intelligence? he’s definitely the one who helps lucy through the divorce the most. he picks up on the signals she sends about when she needs help and when she needs space, and chides sam for pushing her too hard every now and then.

sam, on the other hand, is definitely a good kid who cares about his mom a lot, but he’s a little more selfish and has a harder time acting like he’s got no problem leaving phoenix for her. the only real fights the two of them get into before all the vampire mess are centered around sam not being sympathetic enough to lucy and michael getting onto him for it.

i think that their dad might end up being a much better father and husband for his new family, and when the eventually visit him long enough to realize this, michael and sam... aren’t sure what to think.

like, they’re glad he’s not repeating the same mistakes he made before, but it’s not fair, is it? to see your little half-brother get the father you always wanted but never got.

their new stepmom is a sweet lady, though. she really does want to try and welcome sam and michael into the family. sam, michael, and their dad all try, but in the end they find it uncomfortable, and the boys know it’s just a facade on all sides to make her happy.

everyone is a little bit relieved when the boys just give up and go back to santa carla.

when michael meets the lost boys (& subsequently learns about dwayne’s past with jasper and, you know, the total boner david has for him, and oh yeah, the fact that these guys are kind of universally gay asf), his only experience with gay shit had been his closeted fumbling with charlie and like, negative stereotypes from media, so he’s kind of amazed by these totally queer dudes who just... take no shit.

like, he gets challenged to a motorcycle race and their leader doesn’t back down at all from the fight michael tries to incite, they take him back to drink and hang out in a semi-nasty man cave. these dudes aren’t what he expects from fags at all (they’re not sissies, and that’s kind of the end of his knowledge about the gay community at that time lol), and he just doesn’t... know what to think about them.

he kind of wants to be them.

like, you know how immediately after seeing them for the first time, michael buys himself a leather jacket and goes to get his ear pierced? there’s a reason for that, babes!

in other news, michael is a cancer and there’s nothing y’all can do about it.

i mean, i have Evidence behind my theory but also i’m just right.

but like, going back to that scene with michael and star again, when he’s introducing himself, you know how he tells her that he was nearly named moonbeam or moonchild or something like that? well, another name for cancers that i’ve seen is moonchildren, after the way cancer is ruled by the moon (and bc the term “cancer” itself has some... other connotations).

in conclusion, lucy really was That Bitch sgdfhghdh

#the lost boys #michael emerson #sam emerson #text post #headcanons #sdfhgh the other ones of these i did i tried to spread shit out between the characters more but here i am #just absolutely MICHAEL POSTING ON MAIN #wait this isn't main #that's alright then #god it's just that. i love him?#also i have no idea where the absolute swarm of ocs that turned up in this post came from but they just kind of... felt right. yknow?#me: gets into the lost boys #me: i hope this doesn't... awaken anything in me

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kaoarika · 5 years ago

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So, now that things have somewhat calmed down since Sunday, Let’s talk about the new 6 hpmi members.

I saw a post in the tags about someone’s “hot take” calling them ugly and hoping they aren’t “main characters”... except the last part is, “duh, ofc they are promoted as main charas...” I mean, lol, what were you expecting? They are here to disrupt the other 4 divisions, they were put by Central Ward, they also have some relationships with our other guys. Perhaps, for the first part of the plot... at least until the end of the 1st Battle Season, they do not exist per se as such... that’s why the manga series is attempting to fill some gaps.

Like, any other idol franchise... this is somewhat expected to happen? I mean, lol?

But, Ican tell you this, I am also overwhelmed about them for a couple of reasons:

I also have favorites in other divisions, but I’m not the type of person to spend in lots in merch of them, I wish I could, but many of the merch I want is sadly in sets (or collab events), and it’s sometimes more expensive than I want to spend to (could be freaking good, as there are times I like them all equally...), and most of the times I cannot do splits to get specific characters, like Ichiro. More charas is kind of something that I don’t think will affect me in the close future.

The other reason is what I have talked about in another post.

Look, having charas who have some “relationships” from the characters is... both good and bad. I kinda feel KR want to force the focus in some of them to the other guys, though.

That’s why the whole “Amayado = Yamada’s dad” theory is still rubbing me off the wrong way. That’s why I don’t like the theory that perhaps Rosho is someone who is related to Ramuda in some sort of way... or that he is the BBs teacher (why?) or why ppl thinking BAT is kinda referencing to Dice in some sort of... way??? (the seiyuu reactions in the 4th live do not help)... let’s not talk about the popular theory of “Otome is related to Dice” (which I can totally buy, because freaking FP is still mysterious in their own way but we don’t know much more than 15% about them).

Look, my first impressions in the other 4 divisions in the start was not good, either, because it was full of mystery... ppl started to theorize as crazy when they released the first relationship graphic for the 12 of them. And the thing is, I have mellowed to them in the past two years. Perhaps this might happen with the new 2 divisions as well.

But, nah, they are not “side divisions”, not when they are advancing the plot, and with an hypothetical 2nd Battle Season next year. Because this is affecting th franchise in a meta/plot way.

Now, here is the other part I wanted to talk about: the character designs. OP in that other post offered this “hot take”: that they look ugly, and “expected too much better for a franchise wth “cute boys”... except... you know... the majority of this cast is in their mid-to-late 20s...? Three of the oldest cast are 35-46?

I’m not excusing they could have done a bit much more “cute”... but ppl have different tastes, and not everyone has to be a freaking twink (THAT’S MY HOT TAKE HERE). And heck, ppl like Amayado’s design a lot, for example. Let ppl be thirsty for him, lol.

My own take on this is... I might have expected a bit much better, though. The prospect of new divisions wasn’t that far off from happening. Reintroducing Kukou or Sasara to the present timeline was possible, too. I do like the designs of these two, for example. I like how Sasara is dressed in a typical formal manzai comedian attire, I like how Kukou, being a monk, also looks like a punk... it’s a franchise where you don’t expect how random it would get with ppl involved in rap battles (I mean, a salaryman, a host, an ex-soldier, a hobo, two teens, a gremlin, you get my drift?)

Here’s the thing, however, while I like megane characters, Jyuto fits more my aesthetic... Rosho... cute teacher and what not... I don’t like the glasses the character desginer put him in. I don’t like them at all. And heck, Hitoya’s clothing style and his hairstyle? Lol, I really hate them. You could have done w/o the Monokuma-like-biker jacket (get an usual black biker jacket, ffs). And then there’s Jyushi... like... a visual kei character dresses as much as that. Not like I hate it, it’s... fine...

But, yeah, I wish... you know? A bit more body diversity in the guys’ designs, I guess. That’s why I was like “oh, good! more twinks!” in all my sarcastic self on (Amayado is no twink, whatsoever, and Hitoya looks beefier... compared to Riou who could have done a bit more on that, too, jfc)

I mean, you have a muscle-chub-like side chara in the ARB game... but that’s the game... it’s not the same.

I just... hope that it happens like what happened to me when the other 4 divisions were introduced... and KR change my first impressions in both DH and BAT.

#kao's ramblings #i dunno if tagging this in the fandom tags #it is going to appear on search tho

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kilbygirrl · 6 years ago

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@mookiebaelock tagged me to do a thing and it looks really fun so I’m excite yay lol!

Rules: List ten bands that you like and then answer the following questions.

1. pearl jam

2. red hot chili peppers

3. fleetwood mac

4. soundgarden

5. alice in chains

6. nirvana

7. the killers

8. 7 year bitch

9. the smashing pumpkins

10. the rolling stones

Questions:

What’s the first song you heard by 6?

(nirvana) ofc, smells like teen spirit.

What’s your favourite song by 8?

(7 year bitch) Lorna; it has such an awesome beat and sounds so punk-rock-ish ya feel?

What kind of impact has 1 had on you?

(pearl jam) jfc, a major one without a doubt. This band has helped me through so many hard times and has also been the soundtrack to my teenage years/ young adult life. I remember hearing Eddie’s voice for the first time on Alive and thinking, “oh god I need more” and I guess you could say the rest is history. My love for this band goes so far beyond the music. I love their passion, I love their honesty, how they have no fear to stand up and fight for what they believe in. They truly have it all and I’ve never been so attached to a musical group before. the fact that all five members of this band are genuine, well-rounded guys is something you don’t see often. Bottom line, I love them a lot and I’ll shut up now lol.

What are your favourite lyrics by 5?

(alice in chains) oh man, this is though because layne and jerry are just simply brilliant but...I guess I’ll go with Yeah, it's fine, We'll walk down the line, Leave our rain, a cold,Trade for warm sunshine,You my friend, I will defend, And if we change, well I Love you anyway” these lines just always stuck with me.

How many time have you seen 4 live?

(soundgarden) never, and I never will which is truly heartbreaking

What’s your favorite song by 7?

(the killers) runaways

Is there a song by 3 that makes you sad?

(fleetwood mac) songbird and landslide makes me bawl like a baby

What’s your favorite song by 9?

(the smashing pumpkins) Luna

How did you get into 2?

(red hot chili peppers) I’ve been obsessed with the song under the bridge even since I was younger and they’ve just always been the band that stuck with me. Their music is just fun to jump around to and have a good time.

How did you get into 10?

(the rolling stones) they’re a band I grew up on. The Stones were always being played on my parent’s stereo growing up and also in the car. My moms loves telling the story of how I would be 9 years old and signing I can’t get no satisfaction in the car lol.

I won’t tag anyone because I don’t want anyone to feel obligated but...if you see this and just want to do it please do!

#tag thingy

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chubbywangji · 7 years ago

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so, i figured out how to fit chubby!keith into my ongoing sheith fic

slight issues of this:

need to figure out how much keith weighs right now

he’s already softer than his former usual because he’s been depressed and skipping the gym for a few… months… yeah, and his appetite has been doing the, “you either want to eat everything or nothing, there is no middle ground” depression thing — but between allura and hunk (and sometimes rolo and nyma, his quirky neighbors), he’s been getting fed decently

need to figure out how much he’s going to weigh eventually

slightly related: need to figure out how much shiro weighs aside from, “more than keith currently but he’s six inches taller so that makes sense” and, “more than he did when keith lost him the first time, but back then, shiro was dangerously unhealthy for several reasons, so shiro having put weight back on is a good thing”

this isn’t entirely necessary but i’m tempted by the idea of keith weighing more than shiro eventually (though probably not more than shiro’s twin brother ryou, who is the cute chubby twin with the season 4 haircut vs. lean, toned long-haired punk guitarist takashi)

equally tempted by the idea of shiro bridal carrying keith even after keith weighs more than he does

need to figure out the eventual ratio of soft chub to muscle chub going on here, because i feel like keith’s going to have a bit of both worlds

part of the weight gain is going to come after he starts seeing ulaz (who, as a therapist, is already treating most of the cast) and gets put on very desperately needed antidepressants

part of it, though, will come out of him getting to be gym buds with zethrid, who is an amazing muscle-chub lesbian already and nine inches taller than keith but very appreciative of things like this one time he kicked his abusive dickbag foster brother in the crotch so hard that bryce had to go to the ER to get his balls extracted

this will not amuse keith, since one of his biggest motivations to get back to the gym was trying not to outgrow his pants (because he is broke and has a chip on his shoulder about mooching off of his rich-ass bestie allura or his decently well-off “it’s complicated” to get new pants)

shiro is going to win that debate eventually but still

need to figure out how keith’s weight is going to end up distributed

aside from, “hips and thighs get quite a bit of it, and probably his ass too, and when given that keith largely lives in tight jeans (with his sweats largely serving as gym clothes, pajamas when it’s cold, or things he can wear while doing laundry), poor shiro may blush himself to death because his obliviously chubbier boyfriend bent over in a pair of tight-ass pants”

need to figure out some of the other characters’/outside world’s reactions to chubby!keith

of more immediate relevance is shiro and ryou’s aunt, who is going to be seeing keith for the first time in five years, come christmas — and while he isn’t exactly chubby yet, he was downright scrawny, the last time aunt satomi saw him, so

most of the characters will probably take shiro’s approach of, “i get that you’re upset about needing new pants, but can we try focusing on something more important? like the fact that you have been having fewer days where you wake up feeling like no one would miss you if you got hit by a bus (which, fyi, we definitely would)”

seriously, even lotor’s opinion is going to be like, “i am: 1. so annoyed that you make getting chubby look so hot, and 2. jealous that you are capable of gaining weight like this without even trying while i am over here, a perpetually freezing mess with a shit immune system, because i have trouble keeping any body fat on. how is this fair, street rat.”

but then shiro, pidge, hunk, and lance’s band is going to start Making It, and shiro is going to attract Skinny Groupie Boys (though not girls since shiro is pretty open about being gay), and he would rather not have them around, and some of them will be at least kind of offended that galaxy garrison’s hot lead singer is going off with a guy who doesn’t live on kale salad and overworking himself at the gym

then shiro is going to get sick of being harassed by Groupie Boys and take advantage of an interview to go, “HEY THIS IS KEITH HE IS MY BOYFRIEND AND I LOVE HIM PLEASE STOP TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME JUST BECAUSE I DON’T MAKE OUT WITH HIM ON STAGE LIKE HUNK AND LANCE SO YOU ASSUME THAT I AM SINGLE, I AM HAPPILY SPOKEN FOR BY KEITH, TYVM” which will…… be a thing

granted, the short-term effect will be that keith barely holds it together before begging off and running to antok/kolivan’s place to ask kolivan to talk him through the, “oh god shiro just called me his boyfriend and he did it in an interview that will be published on the internet, this is getting Too Real, what do i do” anxiety spiral as if this is a thing that most people ask of their academic advisors

and then keith and shiro have to talk about it over breakfast, and keith will likely decimate a quite sizable stack of pancakes (while kolivan insists that he does not treat keith like a son, and antok just goes, “uh huh, suuuuure you don’t babe, when are we signing the adoption papers”)

but on the other hand:

chubby keith is very cute

in his case, chub goes from being associated with his depression but not terribly bothering him to eventually being associated with hm getting better and working on his recovery

not enough chubby!keith content has sheith in it

long haired pretty boy punk shiro being super flustered by his chubby boyfriend being so beautiful and sdkfkdhg jfc shiro loves him so much

chubby keith is super cute, thanks for coming to my ted talk

#chubby voltron #chubby!keith #chubby keith #mine: fic #mine: headcanons #keith x shiro #text posts

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marc-anciel-always-watching · 2 years ago

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jfc.... okay... one at a time

1, you told her you needed time right? so stick to it, you can send each other memes but give each other time, dont let conversations last longer than a few minutes for a while

2, be single, go mingle, have fun, you're in new york, go get some souvenirs to bring back for your family, go ask your big sister if she can lend you a plane to come visit her in cali (yeah i've been keeping track of her "world trip")

3, youre not disrespecting jess if you do go out and find someone attractive, because you are not WITH jess and have no intention of getting back with her

4, i think im too gay for lila but she's just pretty to me, especially when i got her to dress up more punk

5, dream guy, i still dont know exactly who he is but i also still think you shouldnt go out searching for him, just keep dreaming, let whatever happens, happen, maybe write in a little book addressed to Dream Guy? so you dont lose track of anything?

6, i saw that mr delicious, you can just ignore it until youre ready to think about it

7, go to american hot topic for their hair dye if you havent already, ask the cashiers where they get theirs because i bet you they dont use the one in store

8, talk. to. your. sister.

(Dms between luka and @marc-anciel-always-watching )

MAR HELP

#another life with parisian superheroes #alwps #alwps: non public knowledge

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amorremanet · 8 years ago

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it’s “meet the queens” time!

Oh no, it’s an RPDR Season 9 “Meet The Queens” reaction post. Why? Because this is my favorite show and I’m fucking excited for season 9, that’s why.

(to the surprise of probably no one ever — at least, no one who knows my Types of favorite queens on this show or in general — I’m Team Alexis Mich., Team Eureka, Team Jaymes, Team Nina Bo’Nina, Team Peppermint, and Team Shea)

Aja: Oh my god, what a dork. What a glamorous beautiful dork. I love her.

I’m kind of getting Filler Queen vibes from her “meet the queens” video, though? Not like a, “she’ll go home in episode two or three” filler queen

But more like a, “She’ll probably make it halfway, and then either crumble under the pressure or have a Come To Jesus Moment, pull out some fierceness and fight that her currently sort of flazédah attitude is hiding, and go a little bit further but likely not by that much; it’ll probably be a miracle if she makes top 5, even though I’d personally like to see her there because she seems like a lot of fun” filler queen.

Then again, that’s what everybody thought about Naomi, and she proved everyone wrong by making the top three, so heeey. Maybe Aja will prove me wrong.

I hope she does. I’d like to be wrong about this, and given how often I go painfully out of my way just to avoid being wrong so that no one can tell me that I’m wrong, the fact that I hope Aja shuts me up and proves me wrong really says a lot about how much I like her.

Tangential aside: one of the instagram pics I’ve seen of her? has her wearing a bodysuit one of my sister’s friends designed and rocking it so beautifully. Girl’s got taste.

Also, “Gaultier meets, like, Mugler meets like, furry monsters? But pastel!” — I fucking love her.

If I’m not wrong, though, I’m going to be upset when she goes home, but in a way where it’s like, “I want you NOT to go home because I like you and you’re hella talented, but I’ve been here since they replayed season one right before season two started airing, and I really, really, REALLY hope you prove me wrong and don’t turn into a middle-of-the-season exit queen, but it kinda seems like you might. If that does happen, then you’re still great, even though I feel like I can see the hypothetical elimination coming from a mile away.

“Which absolutely isn’t on you, it’s just on the format of this show and the fact that Ru has flat-out said that she manipulates things in order to create a story. No matter what happens, you’re wicked fucking stunning, and I like you. ♡”

That said? Aja has a lot of talent — girl can LEGITIMATELY RAP jfc — so yeah, she’s young and currently coming off a little flazédah, but the potential is definitely there, so she might surprise me and I really, really hope she does because that would be exciting and so cool to see

And I mean like she could, “Dida seeming really demure and unsure of herself, and then did you SEE the, ‘This Will Be’ lipsync? SHE DID THAT” kind of surprise me

Aja might be kinda flazédah right now, but I see the glimmers of a big damn, “HOLY SHIT, SHE DID THAT” level of surprise, just waiting to be coaxed out

I hope she does that

Whatever “that” ends up being for Aja? I hope she does that

Alexis Michelle: HIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE, I love her. Motherfucker, she’s a theatre kid queen who can trufax sing live and has a total Theatre Kid Attitude — like, even when she’s being more or less chill, like she is in her “meet the queens” video, she’s got a spark of something that makes me go, “heeeey, fellow theatre kid” — I LOVE IT.

Like, Tammie “oh my god, please stop talking, you are not all that or even that unique and you absolutely annoy the ever-living shit out of me” Brown aside, I’m always here for the theatre kid queens. I love them and I’m planning to love the shit out of Alexis Mich., too.

(She has to be Alexis Mich. because we already have Alexis Matteo, and unfortunately, saying, “Alexis M.” is pointless, as both of them have frigging M names.)

Also, her droll attitude and tongue-in-cheek, somewhat self-deprecating but even more self-laudatory sense of humor is kinda feeling like, “what if Oscar Wilde were a neon colored drag queen from New York City?” and J’ADOOOOORE.

I hope she goes pretty far, but I also admit that I’m currently loving her too much to make an objective call about where she might place.

Charlie Hides: Okay, I’ll admit? I wasn’t sure about Charlie until I did my second pass of the “meet the queens” vids — but now I’m sure, and oh my god, I really like her. She’s so sweet, she’s clever and it’s subtle — a couple of her vids I just went and watched on youtube might seem really obvious in their humor, but then they have random little bits that jump out at you and make you go, “OH SHIT HOW DID I MISS THAT” — and she’s got her shit together really well. I’m excited to see what she brings to the game and how far she goes.

Calling it now? Unless she goes home, like, really early because she ends up being An Older Queen Who Is Too Set In Her Ways To Adapt To The Show’s Demands, Even Though She’s Actually Pretty Talented (think Porkchop, think Penny, think Vivacious, think Tempest, think Mrs. Davis), she is one of the queens in this season who’s most likely to end up with a, “justice for [insert name here]” hashtag.

#justice-for-ms-royale #latrice-was-robbed #still-bitter

That said, I don’t see her ending up in this position, like. She might be the oldest contestant at the time of competition, but like? A few years ago, she did a, “shit Lana del Rey” video that was both hilariously apt, and not just, “older person who doesn’t get the ~young people’s music~ making fun of a ~young people’s music~ artist because fuck the young people lol,” like?? it was a genuine parody

Also, she looked just like Lana del Rey. Eerily so.

I wanna see what Charlie brings to the snatch game, holy shit

I’m pretty sure she and Nina Bo’Nina are going to be top three for that challenge, and one of them will probably win, and I want it I want it I want it I want it

*GRABBY HANDS*

To be fair? Charlie might win the whole show, and I think she’ll at least make it to the middle, if not the top five, but I don’t think, based on precedent and her temperament, that she’s going to win.

She is DEFINITELY an early front-runner for Miss Congeniality, though, and I feel like she’s all but guaranteed to join the ranks of Bendela, Trixie, Thorgy and Latrice as this year’s, “justice for [insert name here] queen

Eureka O’Hara: Okay, if I may address Queen Eureka personally for a moment? ……You had me at, “I just looked at my vacuum cleaner and went, ‘Americans will be able to spell that out, and sound that out,’ so I became Eureka. :}”

Seriously, though. WHAT A BABE

WHAT A RED HOT FOX

WHAT A GORGEOUS FUCKING PUNK ROCK DRAG QUEEN INCARNATION OF FABULOUSNESS

WHAT A BABE

“I love to push the boundaries and the molds of what the bigger community’s been given. I like to wear things that we’re not supposed to wear, I like to have the shape that we’re not supposed to have, and I like to dance hard and do things that they don’t expect a big girl to do.”

YES

PLEASE

YES PLEASE DO THAT

DO ALL OF IT

I’VE SEEN SOME OF YOUR PERFORMANCE VIDS ON YOUTUBE BECAUSE THE RPDR SUB-REDDIT IS UP ON SHARING THOSE AND HOLY SHIT THE TALENT

YOU ALSO SEEM REALLY GREAT IN GENERAL

If we’re declaring early team allegiances, then I am absolutely on #TeamEureka

Okay, I need to be open about my bias here, because I am biased and I feel obligated to mention it? So, it has always been my Personal Policy to stan my little heart out for the big girl queens on this show because:

1. I am fat

2. Fuck yeah, I love a big queen, drag would be super boring without body type diversity and big queens are one of the best sources of body type diversity

3. There’s probably a nostalgia element, because my first exposure to drag anything was, uh, Ru herself back in the early 90’s? But after that, my first was Divine, and I MEAN REALLY. One of my formative queer influences and first big exposures to the art of drag was a glamorous, freaky trash queen who unapologetic and in your face about being fat and loving herself — so yeah, it does make me feel happy to see big queens out there, being fat and rocking it and going, “hey fuck you” if you don’t like it

4. My buddy, my guy, the world is so shitty and sizeist to fat people in general, and then there’s even worse shit that fat LGBTQ people have to put up with — even within LGBTQ communities, because so many thin or, “average sized” LGBTQ people are sizeist, fat-shaming dicks who don’t want acknowledge that we exist because we, “make the rest of the LGBTQ community look bad”

—and THEN, there’s so much additional complete bullshit that effete/“queeny”/etc. GBTQ men have to put up with and butch/“masculine”/etc. LGBTQ women have to put up with by virtue of being gender non-conforming — so yeah, it’s brave and rebellious and cool as Hell for fat drag queens to get out there and do their thing and I respect the shit out of them for doing it

and 5. Because big, fat drag queens are fabulous and fucking awesome, fuck you, that’s why

So, yeah. I’ve stanned for every big queen on this show.

Porkchop, I admittedly missed during her actual season, but every other big queen, I got while she was airing. I stanned for all of them, idgaf how busted they might have been, or how soon they went home, or even if they got rather bitter.

I’ve had to retract that stanning from time to time — by which I mean, “Mimi Imfurst, full stop, end discussion. But she was the only Big Damn Girl queen who I ever stopped stanning.”

Roxxxy would’ve been here too, because I did get Tired of her during season five, but:

1. redemption arc earned on All Stars 2, she did good and showed how she’s grown as a person, it’s not her fault that Alaskatox turned her into Rebecca Glasscock 2.0, and even when I was Tired of her back in s5, I could admit that she wasn’t always a great performer, but she is a fierce queen;

and 2. she was always in the, “in between”-y category with Alexis Matteo, to me? Like, “thick and juicy” aside, Roxxxy never particularly read as A Big Girl in the same way that The Big Damn Girls do.

(Aside, while we’re on the subject? I LOVE ALEXIS MATTEO, OH MY GOD. idegaf that she started out season three as, “the bitchy PR queen” as opposed to Yara, “the lovably wacky PR queen” — Alexis is gr10, she’s a champ, I fucking love her

THIS QUEEN LITERALLY WORE A CAROUSEL THAT ACTUALLY FUCKING MOVED, SHE WORE IT AS A DRESS, ONLY ALEXIS FREAKING MATTEO, MAN)

But even as bitter as they got sometimes, I didn’t completely give up on Darienne, Delta, or Ginger. I mean, Darienne’s not one of my Faves and I don’t think she should’ve gone as far as she did (she got lucky in some places where other queens genuinely did worse, so I can’t exactly argue, but ugh, still), and I love Ginger but can admit that her attitude can be off-putting

But Delta Work is still one of my favorite faves, like? If I had to be as close to objective as possible? No, she isn’t one of the best queens the show’s ever seen ever, but she’s one of my personal favorites and has been since before her season even properly aired because she was a glamorous big girl who had an awesome name

And as busted as Mystique Summers, Penny Tration, and my sweet bb Jiggly could be, they’re #FLAWLESS in my heart

If I could get away with and afford it, I would drive the ~250 miles (~500 miles total) to Cincinnati to see Mystique Summers perform four nights a week, idegaf, she’s one of my #FLAWLESS Big Damn Girl queens and I love her

There was also a stretch of time in undergrad where I could go, “BITCH, I AM FROM CHICAGO!” along with her perfectly during the intro to Untucked

But we don’t talk about that stretch of time anymore, okay

Which all goes back to Queen Eureka because, like

This queen would have to massively Mimi Imfurst levels of fuck up to get me not to stan her from here to 5ever

This goes for Alexis Michelle and Jaymes Mansfield, too, because they’re also bringing some big girl queen swagger to this season and I am EXCITED and planning to stan my little heart out for all three of them

But it goes double for Eureka because she actually lists herself as A Big Girl and makes it part of her meet the queens video and totally embraces it — which isn’t to say that Jaymes and Alexis Mich. don’t, because I’ve got no idea, but they didn’t put it out there quite as unapologetically as Eureka did

(tbf, Alexis Mich. did list, “curve, swerve” as two of the things she’s about, which is an Obvious Shout-Out to Queen Latrice “the Beast” Royale — but Eureka still went, “I’m a big girl,” and was totally punk rock about that, rather than making the tongue-in-cheek allusion to it.

Like, both are valid and endearing approaches, and I like them both, buuuuut speaking strictly in terms of Big Girl Swagger, Eureka being punk about it was a bigger example of Owning One’s Big Girl Status, to me)

So, yeah

Eureka could fuck up like a busted mess and go home on episode 1 and unless she fucks it up as bad as Mimi Imfurst, I’ll still be on her team and really fucking obnoxious about it

I apologize in advance

But in a way where I’m really not sorry at all

“She’s just big and loud and crazy but fun, and she’s gonna entertain both on and off the stage, regardless — that’s just who she is”

HI YES I AM HERE EUREKA

HI YES HI

*WAVES HAND AROUND LIKE HERMIONE GRANGER TRYING TO ANSWER A QUESTION IN CLASS*

HELLO QUEEN EUREKA I AM HERE AND I AM ALREADY FUCKIN ENTERTAINED

WHO YOU ARE IS FABULOUS AND I AM LOVING IT

“The bitches better watch out ‘cuz I might cuss, cut, or eat them”

“the flame that I have under my ass for a fat girl to finally win this competition”

FUCKING GLAZED PERFECTION I’M CRY

Basically, my opinion of Eureka is this:

Farrah Moan: Adorable, and charming, and I feel like she might probably end up in the top five, by virtue of being really put together, or possibly becoming one of Mama Ru’s little Projects where she picks a queen to groom into a bigger, more fully actualized version of herself. I don’t think I see her winning the whole kit-and-kaboodle, but I can definitely see her making the top five.

Also? Like I told my brother, “She’s like if Violet and Robbie had a baby, and that baby is now the head cheerleader who Laila has a teenage dirtbag crush on.”

I’d like to add to this assessment that I feel like Courtney Act is probably her vodka aunt.

It’s a good look. idk if it’s a Top Three material look or not yet, but it’s a good look and she knows what she’s doing with it (or at least, she currently seems to know what she is doing with it)

She’s going to be one to watch, I’m intrigued

I also think she and Laila McQueen should totally swap numbers and somehow put together a number that involves Laila being the trashy goth chick who does fetish modeling on the weekend, and Farrah being the pretty in pink preppy cheerleader who does fetish modeling on the weekend, and dude, I don’t care what happens, I just think they’d play off each other in really entertaining fashions and that, aesthetically, they’re so different that it would HAVE to be visually interesting, even if it hypothetically wound up being a total train-wreck

Can World of Wonder give them a youtube series together

Like shit, just have them, idk

Read questionable Drag Race fanfiction and MST3K the shit out of it, once a week

………pleeeeeease?

Jaymes Mansfield: OH MY GOD REALLY LIKE COULD SHE BE ANY FUCKING CUTER. only if she were, like, covered in adorable kitties and puppies, and there would have to be a lot of them. I’m too excited to guess where she might fall in the placings yet, but she’s super cute, she’s super polished, and super talented, so I’m hoping she goes super far

“I transform myself into Jaymes Mansfield in one simple way: I stand still and spin myself around in a circle like Wonder Woman and POOF! I’m there! :DDDD”

shut all the way up, she’s adorable

also, HEY BIG GIRL QUEEN.

I LOVE YOU, GORGEOUS BIG GIRL QUEEN

seriously, i am so excited about the big girls this season, oh my god

Kimora Blac: Ummmm. Okay, I can see the potential and everything, but all I’ve really got here are some words of wisdom from season three:

Mimi Imfurst: “So, the bitch here? That’s what I need to know, right away.”

Manila Luzon: “I think we’re gonna appoint you! :D”

Like???

That’s literally all I could think of for her entire, “meet the queens” video.

You can just tell: she’s going to be The Bitch this season.

Moreover, she’s got her look down and is probably talented enough to go pretty far while being The Bitch and end up as the Designated Reality Show Villain.

idk how I feel about her drag or personality or anything outside of this whole, “okay yeah no, that one’s definitely gonna end up being The Bitch,” yet?

But she’s gonna be Entertaining, I can feel it

Nina Bo’Nina Brown: OH MY GOD, LOVE HER LOVE HER LOVE HER. If we’re declaring early team allegiances, I’m on Team Nina Bo’Nina. She’s such a nerd, she seems super chill and intelligent and gorgeous, I’d love to go get coffee with her and just listen to her talk about literally anything.

I don’t even need the coffee, I just want to listen to her talk about LITERALLY ANYTHING

especially because her voice is soooooo pretty

If she doesn’t make top three, I will be shocked and probably cry at Ru and Michelle on twitter, because holy crap. Her looks are inventive, she’s got them together, and from some stuff I’ve seen kicking around reddit, she’s a talented performer, too.

I’ve seen a few people around, going, “oh man, I can’t wait to see what she brings for Snatch Game” and???

uh????

I agree

I can’t wait to see what she brings for the Snatch Game, and I hope she’s at least in the top three of that episode, and isn’t another one of the queens who brings the look of their celebrity, but falls flat at the actual game itself (even if it’s not disastrously flat so much as, “the look is good but the performance isn’t particularly memorable,” a la Trinity K.’s Nicki Minaj or Coco’s Janet Jackson)

seriously, though

if she doesn’t make top three, I will be Upset

it will be incredibly demeaning and embarrassing for all of us

and I so won’t care

because J’ADOOOOOORE HOLY SHIT WHAT A QUEEN WHAT THE FUCK EVEN SHE’S BEAUTY SHE’S GRACE SHE PAINTS MAGIC ON HER FACE WHAT MAJESTY SUCH TALENT OH MY GOD I HOPE SHE WINS

#TeamNinaBo’Nina

I refuse to pick one team because fuck you, that’s why

I contain multitudes and have love enough for many queens

Especially when Nina Bo’Nina is so fucking AWESOME, I just???

Peppermint: WHAT A BABE. Seriously, her “meet the queens” video isn’t quite as in-your-face, “HELLO WORLD I AM HERE” as some of the other queens’, but:

1. I don’t think that’s really her personality in general

and 2. her thing of being so relaxed and charming and making it look effortless? I’m so loving it, and she’s so intriguing.

Like, she’s the sort of person you meet at a party who could completely make you fall in love in ten minutes, if she wanted to, and I wanna know more about her.

Plus, I kinda like that, where so many of the other queens are being very upfront I AM HERE — which is mostly working for them, don’t get me wrong — Peppermint is being so chill. It gives her this air of confidence, like she really is secure in her career and her previous achievements, and like she really doesn’t feel she has anything to prove to anyone, except herself. I’m into it.

“I wanna be known for the confidence that I have with my drag as equal to the confidence that I bring to my everyday life as a trans woman, and win! The first transgender winner, that sounds great! :D”

OH GOD I HOPE SO TOO BB

………oh no

i already have at least three queens who i want to win so badly

this is bad

this is going to hurt

I’m gonna love it

but it’s going to hurt

I hope it lasts

Sasha Velour: I really dig her look, and her thoughts on drag and all the rituals of it and what drag is as an art form? I’d really like to sit down and chat with her too, because I feel like we could have some pretty cool talks about genderplay in art and performance, and it’d be so awesome? But she’s not really standing out to me, yet? Or giving me an impression of who she really is, as a queen?

Which in practical terms means that, unless she fucks up early and goes home soon, she’s probably going to be on the receiving end of an, “I have no idea who you are!!” spiel from Michelle

But in more general terms, it’s like

Even Laila stood out in last year’s “meet the queens” videos, even if she went on to not really stand out on the show

I mean, she stood out because I looked at her and was like, “oh look, she’s like Adore’s goth trash little cousin or something…… it’s a good look, I like it” and was totally amused by her comment about having a “herd of lesbians” who come to all of her shows, at least until I realized that……… yeah, uh

Yeah

Out of drag, she’s cute but not my type because…… boy

In drag, though, yeaaaaah. Yeah, Laila in drag is hella my type

But my point was that even Laila stood out and made an impression

Sasha?? isn’t?? making?? an?? impression?? yet??

Which is concerning, because I do get enough of a sense of her from the vid to be like, “oh hey, we could totally rave to this and talk about gender performance and the art of drag for a few hours” and that makes me like her

But I’m not getting enough of a sense of Sasha the Queen, which makes me feel like she’s gonna end up being a filler queen

As a completely random aside? I find her name super funny

I find it super funny because: 1. I decided once upon a time that, if I ever wanted to be a drag king, my stage name would be Royal Velour;

and 2. As much as I love performing, I’m way too much of a Nervous Wreck to actually do it, so at one point, I just made up an OC named Petunia (she went by Pete), and made her a drag king, and her stage name was Royal Velour

So I’m just kinda geeked a little and like, “hiiiiiii, Sasha, you have great taste in stage names :D”

It’s a silly reason but whatever, I don’t care

Shea Couleé: Remember how I contain multitudes and all that? Well, I’m also completely on #TeamShea

“I woke up like this, sooooo… I mean, I literally rolled out of bed, walked my beautiful little black ass over here, and sat in this chair. What is DRAG?”

oh my god, j’adore ♡

She’s smart, she’s fucking funny, she can PERFORM LIKE NO ONE’S BUSINESS, HOLY SHIT LOOK HER UP ON YOUTUBE I SWEAR

Calling it now, though: Michelle is going to get on her ass about her contour and about blending even harder than she got on Max’s ass about wearing a hair color other than gray. Like, to me? I love her face and I think her harsh-looking contour is deliberate and super-cool.

But Michelle Visage is Michelle Visage, and she always has That One Queen, every fucking season, who she harps on to an excessive degree about SOMETHING, whether that harping is justified (e.g., some of Jinkx’s runway looks really were, uh. “Busted” feels too polite, at the moment? I love her, but really; and )

or really fucking not (e.g., Adore on All Stars 2, like shit goddamn, of course Adore didn’t wear a fucking cincher, SHE WAS FUCKING SINGING, and yes, you CAN sing in a corset, but it’s way harder and it takes a level of formal training that Adore probably doesn’t have or need because she’s a fucking punk, not a goddamn opera diva;

Chad during season four, like?? “I don’t know who you are except a character queen” — THAT is who Chad Michaels is, Michelle. she’s polished and Pro. Fesh. Uh. Null. and a CHARACTER queen, jesus fucking christ.

also: oh for fuck’s sakes, Michelle. Willam Belli literally never wore any other color hair but BLONDE on season four and you didn’t say shit about shit about that [at least not that made it into the show’s final cut], but Max has a Thing for gray hair and incorporates it into her character and looks in a whole host of inventive ways, and suddenly, that’s a Huge Problem? the fuck what even, Michelle)

And yeah. I love how Shea paints her face, but I officially predict that Michelle is going to give Shea Couleé all kinds of unwarranted and undeserved Hell over her contouring just because it’s not buffed out and blended in the way Michelle tends to like best on a queen, even though Shea is pretty clearly doing it deliberately (to me, anyway), as opposed to say, Jinkx, who…… uh. really, really wasn’t.

(Disclaimer, because I feel like I’m being unnecessarily harsh and coming off like I hate Michelle? I don’t.

I love Michelle Visage, actually, and since she came on in season three, her purpose has always been to be The Mean Judge™ who sits there and says what she thinks and feels incredibly frickin’ bluntly and puts the queens through the damn wringer, all to see what they’re made of.

That’s what she does, it’s who she is, and even when I disagree with her, I still like her and generally value what she brings to the judging panel because even when I think her opinions are totally ridiculous, the way she expresses them makes for great drama.

But, y’know, I’ve been watching this show for just under 900 years, and I’ve seen Michelle’s patterns with the queens at work, and this is a thing that she does.)

But whatever happens with Michelle, I love Shea, she’s such a good

Trinity Taylor: Giving me vibes like, “yeah, you LOOK super-edgy and cool, but you ultimately feel too safe.” Like, she doesn’t feel very, “seen it, done it, what else have you got going on” because she does feel like a queen who knows who she is, and delivers who she is, and is genuinely unique in her own special way that she brings to the table consistently in showing who she is. Buuuut who she is feels very, “safe” to me. Edgy enough to get to the middle of the run, but still safe and not top five, much less top three, material.

Valentina: Another early front-runner for Miss Congeniality. She’s super cute, and I like how she combines all her disparate references into her look and character — and I really dig that she’s bringing telenovela drama to her style and her performances — but overall, she feels like she might be a little too, “safe” to make it that far.

That said, the story she told on Facebook about bringing her family out to the club for her birthday? Oh god, what a cutie, I love.

I currently predict that she’ll end up joining Joslyn Fox, Dida Ritz, Bianca nee Jiggly Caliente, Trinity K. Bonet, Vivacious, Milk, Stacy Layne, Jaidynn Diore, and Cynthia Lee on my, “awww, I know from the jump that you’re almost definitely not gonna win, but you’re so sweet and fun and you ARE a talented queen, you’re just maybe not the best fit for the reality TV competition format, but I really, really like you, so I’m gonna root for you anyway and be like, ‘I know I saw it coming but dammit, I really wanted to hope’” headcanon dream tour

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