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[queenerdloser]

i'm rereading fushigi yuugi for the first time in ??? probably at least 15 years. i think i forgot how many of my favorite manga just straight-up had a crossdressing man in it for ???? reasons lol. and i sped through the first three books because even tho i do actually really like miaka and tamahome and the rest i couldnt rest easily until my blorbo tasuki was in the picture. the cheer i made on his arrival is UNPARALLELED. my inner 10 y/o jumped out immediately.

[brokehorrorfan]

Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror will be published on October 3 via Random House. It's curated by filmmaker Jordan Peele, who also provides an introduction and serves as editor with John Joseph Adams.

It features short stories by Erin E. Adams, Violet Allen, Lesley Nneka Arimah, Maurice Broaddus, Chesya Burke, P. Djèlí Clark, Ezra Claytan Daniels, Tananarive Due, Nalo Hopkinson, N.K. Jemisin, Justin C. Key, L.D. Lewis, Nnedi Okorafor, Tochi Onyebuchi, Rebecca Roanhorse, Nicole D. Sconiers, Rion Amilcar Scott, Terence Taylor, and Cadwell Turnbull.

The 400-page book will be available in hardcover, e-book, and audio book. The synopsis is below.

The visionary writer and director of Get Out, Us, and Nope, and founder of Monkeypaw Productions, curates this groundbreaking anthology of all-new stories of Black horror, exploring not only the terrors of the supernatural but the chilling reality of injustice that haunts our nation. A cop begins seeing huge, blinking eyes where the headlights of cars should be that tell him who to pull over. Two freedom riders take a bus ride that leaves them stranded on a lonely road in Alabama where several unsettling somethings await them. A young girl dives into the depths of the Earth in search of the demon that killed her parents. These are just a few of the worlds of Out There Screaming, Jordan Peele’s anthology of all-new horror stories by Black writers. Featuring an introduction by Peele and an all-star roster of beloved writers and new voices, Out There Screaming is a master class in horror, and—like his spine-chilling films—its stories prey on everything we think we know about our world... and redefine what it means to be afraid.

Pre-order Out There Screaming.

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

All Explicit Fic Recs: Alphabetically Sorted M-Z

Note that most summaries in this list are shortened. Each link will lead to the fic's rec page where you can get full details, summaries, and links to read each story.

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Man to Man by leukozyna (61k, Explicit) Crowley is the token twink in a corporate office, with a growing fascination with one of his colleagues...There is only one obstacle: based on his past history, the beautiful blond angel is presumed to be straight… or is he?

MatchMade! by amaruuk (37k, Explicit) Crowley tests a new dating app for an online publication. When his match dumps him for another man’s match, he and his fellow dumpee take a chance on each other.

Middle of Nowhere Tennessee by Worrynoodles (17k, Explicit) Thirty years ago, Azalea Easton is on a summer trip with her parents when she meets a freckled redhead named Crowley. They hit it off immediately and are joined at the hip for the rest of the summer. Now. Az has changed a lot. Has been through so much. For one thing, he’s a man. As he finds himself in the middle of nowhere Tennessee, looking to start over, he runs into an old friend. One he may have had much stronger feelings for than he thought.

Mon Horrible Chéri by ghostrat (39k, Explicit) English Teacher Aziraphale gets roped into the sixth form Paris field trip, not realizing his worst enemy Science Teacher Crowley is the accompanying chaperone... How quickly does it take them to fall head over heels for each other?

Not for All My Little Words by mia_ugly, soft_october (8k, Explicit) Aziraphale has read every book in his shop at least once. He has reread some of his favored volumes dozens of times, has memorized whole great swaths of them. If his own words are insufficient to convince Crowley of his sincerity, then perhaps the words of others can! Back on earth, Aziraphale tries to apologize.

Of Fire and Falcons by CemeteryAngel725 (54k, Explicit) A Good Omens Human AU set on the American Renaissance faire circuit.

Of Size and other Matters by LCwrites (28k, Explicit) When Crowley gets a random text from an unknown number, he thinks it must be a joke at first. Turns out it’s by a rather amusing stranger who might have an interesting matter at hand.

Oh, Maker by by voluptatiscausa (57k, Explicit) “The humans are strange and graceful as they explore the garden, explore themselves, explore each other. The trouble is, the humans stare back, which makes him uncomfortable; there’s nothing particularly interesting about him. And, though he rarely admits it to himself, the humans make him lonely; he has no Other to explore.”

Old Vines by sevdrag (seventhe) (189k, Explicit) Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other.

Pan Metron Ariston by Ginger_Cat (3k, Explicit) Crowley sits between Aziraphale’s knees, a demon at an angel’s mercy.

Pass the Star by mageofthepeople (57k, Explicit) Azalea Fell meets Antoinette Crowley at her first roller derby bout with a new league. After an incident leads to a trip to A&E, the two are drawn to one another but Crowley is reluctant to potentially ruin a great friendship for something more.

Petrichor & Parchment by MrsNoggin (33k, Explicit) “Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face?

picture it soft by perilit (3k, Explicit) Crowley has noticed, certainly, the way that tattered waistcoat puckers a bit around the angel’s sides these days, the way the seat of those trousers fits more snugly than before. He’s had to excuse himself from the room more than once because of it, thoughts reduced to mush at the barest glimpse of the fuller curve of Aziraphale’s arms.

Rearrangements by sheendav (60k, Explicit) Aziraphale, a lonely anxious bookseller from Soho, walks in St. James park every Wednesday and Sunday. For nearly nine months he has had various, wordless, encounters with a very handsome red-haired man with sunglasses. They have never spoken, but a strange and lovely intimacy has slowly grown between them as they share the same space, and feed the ravenous ducks by the pond.It’s all been rather lovely… and then one day… the red-haired man says ‘hello.’

Sauntering through Space and Time by Slurpi13 (8k, Explicit) Aziraphale is intrigued by Crowley’s habit of sleeping. Crowley discovers he can sleep better with the angel near. They tiptoe around asking.

Similarly Occupied by Zin_Lynn (8k, Explicit) Crowley wakes from his nineteenth-century nap to find Aziraphale in a less-than-discreet Gentleman’s Club.

Simmer (The Long-Awaited Reply to a Lingering Kiss) by LemonTart (28k, Explicit) Aziraphale Fell is an accomplished food writer and book collector who leads a quiet life. Anthony Crowley owns the Grand Duke Distillery, maker of Wanton Sinner Whisky, and has a reputation for living on the wild side. As former culinary school classmates, they share a love of food and drink — and a long ago kiss that neither one has ever quite forgotten. Are they just too different to ever make it work? (I bet you can guess.)

Small Cock Appreciation Society by cheerios_and_wine (6k, Explicit) Crowley is the founding member. Aziraphale's is the member.

Smoke Gets In by songlin (4k, Explicit) “You’ll have to show me,” Aziraphale said. “I’ve never done it before. I mean—I know the principle, of course, but given the life I lead, it never really comes into—” “Aziraphale,” said Crowley patiently. “It’s very simple. You’ve smoked a cigarette. It’s the exact same process.”

Social organization and adaptability in Xenoerpeton anthropoides: transference of social bonding habits and mate selection by Liquid_Lyrium (106k, Explicit) How budget cuts lead to the discovery of a century—and Aziraphale’s heart. A story about falling in love with the subject of one’s research grant.

Someone is Calling Him Shorewards by harlotofgod (61k, Explicit) “There’s a storm coming.” The stranger’s words are torn neatly away by the wind like India paper from a Bible, but Crowley reads them on his lips. No shit, he thinks. He nods and shoves his freezing hands deeper into his pockets as icy rain stings his cheeks.

Somn by snae_b (44k, Explicit) Aziraphale’s spent the last three months at the bottom of a bottle, heartbroken. Tracy says his heart will mend itself eventually, but every morning when he wakes up it’s like the edges of the piece he ripped out and took with him have gone more ragged. Where he keeps waking up probably isn’t helping matters

Special Delivery by LCwrites (27k, Explicit) Crowley receives a rather interesting parcel which was meant to go to his neighbour. What starts as a chance encounter soon develops into something more.

Spread Your Wings by foolishlovers (10k, Explicit) In the glamorous world of high fashion, Crowley shines as a household name. Unfortunately, so does supermodel Aziraphale, who repeatedly lands bookings for the same jobs. When a photoshoot mishap traps them in a studio overnight, their simmering animosity escalates to its peak. Literally

Submitted for Your Consideration by ZehWulf (19k, Explicit) Crowley’s anxiety is interfering with his kink life so badly that he decides to hire a professional dom to help get him into subspace. It goes horribly until it goes absolutely amazing.

Such Devotion of the Heart by Zin_Lynn (42k, Explicit) After Aziraphale returns from Edinburgh, a mysterious downpour from above sends Crowley back into the shelter of the bookshop, forcing him to look into his angel’s eyes and attempt to admit that they are made for each other.

The 21st Century, In Which They Finally Work It Out by chaya (22k, Explicit) This is light speed in comparison to the last few centuries of their relationship, but Crowley is barely holding on to his patience.

The Devil Came to Soho by Zion (artificialmac) (18k, Explicit) The owner of the shiny new tattoo studio next to A.Z. Fell and Co. is way too handsome for his own good. He also might be plotting to Tempt Aziraphale to damnation.

The End is Where We Start From by tiresius (23k, Explicit) Crowley and Aziraphale meet by chance on the street. They’ve met before, in their youth, in a different life. Some very difficult things have happened since then. Will they be able to find their way back to each other and to themselves?

The Garden of Temptation by tishae (68k, Explicit) Aziraphale Godfrey, a professional antiques dealer, is engaged and he has no reason to be unhappy....When Crowley comes into an inheritance that includes a number of items that he’s pretty sure are junk, he is way out of his depth, and readily calls up a professional to help him work through it. Turns out they both have a lot to unpack.

The Larger Hope by NaroMoreau, summerofspock (8k, Explicit) It’s unfair. A joke of the universe, Crowley thinks, to make him the biggest bottom in the London area with a huge dollop of size queen to boot and then to turn around and give him eight inches of useless dick between his legs.

the last test and proof by lagaudiere (36k, Explicit) Crowley goes on a road trip across America to delay the Second Coming. Aziraphale tries to teach angels about humanity. In between, they talk.

The Shared Desk Dilemma by MissUnderstoodLyrics (32k, Explicit) Crowley can’t stand the pompous, irksome Dr. Eastgate, and the feeling appears to be mutual, yet they can’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

Trial & error by fellshish (15k, Explicit) The Metatron brings in the demon Crowley to stand trial in Heaven. For tempting an angel. Uhhhh. Awkward.

Try Me Once More by Mackaley (42K, Explicit) “Actually, can you do me a favor? No tempting. No sins. Just a way for us to spend some time together while I finish what I need to do.” Aziraphale considered it and then nodded. “Well, I don’t see why not.” “Can you pretend to be my wife?”

until you say it out loud by attheborder (6k, Explicit) And Aziraphale is realizing now, to its fullest, something he’s suspected for nearly as long as he’s known Crowley: the demon is no silver-tongued devil. He is no weaver of words, no smooth talker.

Warp and Weft by amaruuk (105k, Explicit) After the failed Apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley slowly take their relationship to the next level, including the prospect of marriage and sharing a home. Along the way, they must learn how to open up to each other and reveal centuries-old secrets. Heaven and Hell remain a threat—but what does the Almighty have to say?

We Can’t Keep Meeting Like This by Ginger_Cat (65k, Explicit) Once a year, Aziraphale and Crowley meet on Earth to discuss the development of the reincarnated Christ child. The problem is, they can’t stop having sex instead.

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (200k, Explicit) If taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley’s job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that’s just how things go.

Where We Begin And End by espresso_six_shots (27k, Explicit) When writer and restaurant critic Aziraphale starts chatting with the handsome and captivating Crowley every weekend at the local pub, he thinks may have found the perfect distraction from a rather irritating situation at work, considering work is the one topic neither of them have ever broached.

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (145k, Explicit) In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.

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[laurfilijames]

For So Long

Pairing: Percy Fawcett x female reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Fingering. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: All the time spent yearning for each other is finally rewarded when Percy returns home from war, fulfilling every shared desire.

A/N: And here we are yet again ignoring the plot and events of a film and throwing canon right out the window because I like this better! I had this idea a while ago and was finally able to finish it, so as random as this is (and not what I should've been working on) enjoy!! A big thank you to @spaghettificationandpretzels for the beautiful banners and also to @wackyharpy for both of you showing so much encouragement and excitement for this story! 💗

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The town had been spirited and bustling for days; everyone anxiously preparing for a long-awaited arrival.

The soldiers were coming home.

Your soldier was coming home.

Letters had been exchanged over the course of the months Percy had been away, his handwriting enough to temporarily sate how much you had been missing him, but now that his return was happening within a matter of hours or days, your heart ached for him even more.

The first set of troops rode in the day prior, the streets lined with all the loved ones left behind who had prayed endlessly for their husband, father or son to be among the ones alive and safe, your heart in your throat the entire time as you scanned through the war-torn faces for a glimpse of the man who didn’t even belong to you yet.

You busied yourself as much as you could to preoccupy your restlessness, baking bread and even a small cake to celebrate, but even as much as you attempted to drag out all your chores, you ended up completing them too quickly and left yourself with even more time to spare in agony.

A long exhale blew through your lips as you swept the stable floor for the third time that day, watching the dust stir up and dance in the sun’s rays that were shining in through the open doorway, the smell of fresh straw in each stall and the distant sound of the horses whinnying in the pasture closest to you helping to calm you.

It was a beautiful day to go riding, the need to gallop through the vast fields with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair calling to you, but without Percy it didn’t seem as appealing.

It was how you met and quickly became your routine; you caring for the horses used by the military, your introduction to Major Fawcett nothing short of electrifying, drawing you to each other at any given opportunity. You would spend hours together out in the fields, riding to places you hadn’t discovered yet, the day ticking by without care as your focus was simply on each other, the lingering looks shared from atop your mounts something you would never be able to erase from your memory.

Charged glances weren’t the only things shared, the tension that had grown between you over the time knowing each other building with every brush of his hand against yours, how his lips would hover so closely to yours that you could feel his breath, waiting to give in to every desire the moment he said to.

“I would have thought you would be in the crowd with everyone else, but I should have expected to find you here instead.”

Percy’s smooth, low voice echoed behind you in the quiet of the stables, causing you to freeze before whipping around, throwing your broom to the ground as you took two quick strides toward him, his bright smile greeting you along with his laugh.

“Percy!” you exclaimed, your eyes dancing over every part of him as your brain worked to believe he was standing before you, your hands instinctively landing on his forearms where you gripped at him through his uniform.

His chuckle continued as he pulled you into his embrace, holding you so closely you could feel your hearts hammering through your chests against each other’s, his hands carefully gliding up the length of your back where he paused and gave a gentle squeeze. His face dipped to nuzzle the side of your neck, his long inhale replacing his laugh as he breathed you in, the intimacy of such a simple act making your eyes close as you in turn did the same.

“How I missed you,” he whispered, his nose grazing against your ear as he moved away slowly, feeling his moustache tickling your skin in his retreat.

His blue eyes were bright as he looked at you with complete adoration, his smile creeping across his full lips until all the creases that flanked his mouth were revealed to you.

“Shall we?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the rolling hills and forests, his suggestion to go for a hack made without saying.

“Are you not tired?”

You watched his expression change to something curious, his head tilting slightly while his smile remained.

“Never too tired for you.”

It was all perfect; the entire afternoon spent exchanging stories as you rode along, the weather working to keep you out for as long as you possibly could be, your cheeks sore from smiling so much.

Percy was leading, taking you through a narrow path that led to a small opening, the sound of a creek running up ahead registering as your horses brought you closer.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” you breathed, shocked at the view before you when you halted your horse beside Percy’s, feeling his eyes fixed on you as he took in your reaction.

“I came across it on my last hunt,” he explained, his smile prideful. “I couldn't wait to bring you here.”

Percy dismounted and walked over to where you remained perched in your saddle, smiling up at you while extending his hand for you to take, assisting you in a graceful dismount of your own as you swung your leg over the front of the saddle and slid down the side into his arms.

He didn’t rush to remove his hands from your waist, in fact, tightening his hold on you as you allowed your own hands to linger on his arms, a touch so familiar between you and that of which only lovers would know.

“How do you do it?” he asked, his eyes searching your features as a playful smile dressed his perfect lips.

Your eyebrows knitted as you smiled back, your head tilting. “What?”

“Grow more beautiful each time I lay eyes on you.”

His admission made your smile fade, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched his eyes shift with something more serious, a passion glowing in them that you had seen many times before.

Your mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a suitable answer but not knowing how to respond, thankful when Percy leaned forward to touch his forehead with yours, his nose nudging your cheek.

“I never stopped thinking of you once,” he whispered, his breath fanning on your heated face, closing your eyes where you felt yourself relax and melt into his simple affection.

You knew it was true, having experienced the same in his absence, and even in all the times he wasn't away at war, he was the constant occupant of all of your thoughts.

Everything was charged and felt so emotional, and you still felt unable to find words to appropriately convey how you felt, your breath shaky when you let out the air you had been holding in your lungs.

“Please tell me I'm not alone in this,” he begged, his voice still soft but holding an urgency, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You moved your head side to side, your nose rubbing against his face, your lips threatening to slot together where there would be no stopping.

“You're not. I have wanted you for what has felt like an eternity, Percy,” you breathed, your voice desperate. “I need you…” you added in another breath, exhaling as if your air was a prayer being sent for all of your dreams to come true.

Percy met your lips with his, softly and tentatively, a long moan resounding into your mouth when you returned his kiss with fervor, feeling his hand cradle the back of your head to press you together hard as you finally indulged in what had been a constant yearning.

His taste and scent was overwhelming and everything you had imagined it to be, his lips full and soft and the way his moustache brushed on your face with each kiss reminded you of all the times you had fantasized of how it would feel all over your body, the ache between your legs unrelenting.

The horses were left on their own to graze, the only focus earning your attention being of each other, Percy clearly as lost in his desires as you were.

His hands were everywhere on you, and you were equally as guilty, tearing at his uniform to try to free his body from its formal confines, the neckline of your shirt torn open and the tie on your skirt unraveled.

Percy paused in kissing you, shrugging out of his coat quickly and carelessly tossing it on the ground, allowing you an opportunity to make work at tugging his necktie down and then unfastening the buttons on his shirt, your hands smoothing over his bare chest the moment it was exposed to you.

A hungry growl sounded from him, your blood heating up more in your veins as you watched his eyes fall closed in such a simple act of pleasure, your excitement to see how he would react to more rushing through you.

Percy grabbed at your waist roughly and spun you around, turning both of your bodies so you were now pressed up against a tree, his mouth diving to your neck and lower to your chest as he revealed more of it.

You moaned loudly, unashamed to be heard and too proud to attempt to stifle anything you felt, your breathing growing faster as he kicked your feet apart with his boots and began lifting your skirts, his hands searching for where you needed him.

His fingers easily found you, stroking over your mound before slipping inside your folds, smearing your slick from back to front to make you jolt against his hand, his thumb pressing on your clit while his other fingers continued to tease you.

“Percy…” you whined, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his shirt hanging loosely from them.

He continued his exploration, slowly breaching your entrance with the tips of his fingers before retreating again, your body trying to follow whenever he backed away, your cry echoing in the trees when he finally inserted them fully inside you.

You were no stranger to pleasure; his letters sent to you scattered across your bed as you touched yourself to thoughts of him, the sound of his voice in your head encouraging you to do so over and over until you felt some satisfaction, knowing that nothing could ever compare to him once you had experienced something so divine.

“I need you to be mine,” he growled, his mouth smearing over your chest as he covered it in sloppy kisses, his other hand tearing your blouse open even more to let your breasts spill out.

“I am yours, Percy,” you complied, arching into him as he sucked at your nipples in turn, his fingers bringing you close to your high.

Your submission seemed to spark something more in him, hearing your own scream faint in your ears as he took your nipple between his teeth and tugged sharply on it, his fingers hooking inside you to rub against that tantalizing spot with purposeful movements.

He stopped his assault right when you were about to explode, his hands leaving your body to furiously unfasten his belt and trousers and whip out his cock, your eyes fixed on his large, leaking member that had your mouth watering and more arousal accumulating between your legs.

You took hold of it, sliding your hand up and down his length in a careful grip, seeing him melt into you, his cheeks flinching as his teeth clenched together, his hips angling back and forth to meet your pace.

He cursed under his breath, opening his eyes to peer down at you working him before his gaze traveled up your disheveled form, watching your heaving breasts before landing on your swollen lips that he brought his thumb up to hold, the blue of his irises darkened with pure lust as he crashed his mouth against yours in a rush.

Deft hands rucked up your skirts again, gathering them at your waist where both of you pushed them as much out of the way as you could, feeling his groin line up to yours, a gasp blowing out of your lungs when his cock nudged at your aching core.

Percy settled between your folds, not pushing past your threshold but instead letting himself linger, both of you breathing and enjoying the sensation.

You kissed him, both urgently and with a hint of hesitation, waiting for him to make his next move.

He broke the seal of your lips, breathing heavily against you, your desperate bodies eagerly wishing for this tormenting tease to end.

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

His words came off his breath in a mix of humour and agony, pretending like he was trying to do the honourable thing by attempting to refuse what you both knew you couldn’t resist any longer.

“No,” you replied, half a question and half a lie.

He moved slightly, his head slipping from between your folds, feeling yourself adjust so that you made contact again, his shaky breath fanning on your lips as he inched forward and his cock returned to where it had been, pressing a little deeper inside you.

Percy kissed you, focusing on the dance of your mouths as you allowed for him to remain no more than an inch within your walls, almost as though this wouldn’t count as being a scandal and frowned upon by those who took purity until marriage seriously.

The thrill only encouraged you more, your hips rocking back and forth on his leaking tip as if you had no control, your kisses growing harder and faster while your hands clawed furiously at each other, feeling your wetness spread out over his cock each time you brought him in and back out again.

“Percy, please!” you begged, pausing your kiss to make your desperate plea and take a breath. “Take me…”

“Is that what you want?” he spoke, his tone low and rough, his eyes flitting over your needy form.

He continued to tease your entrance, having not yet pushed past the depth he had penetrated, his gaze dropping to watch his tip move in and out of you.

“More than anything.”

Percy’s hand wrapped under one of your legs, lifting it and pushing it outward so to spread you more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed further inside you, a low moan sounding from him as he filled you completely, your breath hitching in your throat as your body stretched to fit him.

His lips teased yours, brushing against them before capturing them completely, his kiss frantic to match the way he started thrusting in and out of you, his body moving powerfully into yours that was secured against the tree behind you, the way the bark was scratching into your back going unnoticed.

Your hands wove through his dark blond hair, tugging at it when your pleasure almost became too much, feeling the sweat coating the back of his neck when you let them fall down to his shoulders, hanging onto him as if you were trying to have all of him as part of you.

His pace quickened, each blow against your hips harder and making your body thud violently against the tree, and like the gentleman Percy always was, he wrapped his hands around your back to act as a barrier between you, his hands now taking the brunt of the assault.

Without the support of him holding your leg, you hooked it higher on his hip and squeezed him into you, allowing for each thrust to hit deeper, working with him as you began to feel that build to your release grow inside you.

“Percy…” you whined against his mouth, his name shaky off your tongue as you felt your body start to succumb to his efforts.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, not changing the tempo of his movements. “Let go for me. I want to feel you.”

It would’ve been impossible to hold back even if you wanted to, that blinding, electrifying heat weaving through every inch of you, your entire form tensing as you clenched tightly around him, feeling yourself soak his length as your wails filled the air, the sound of him joining you making each second all the more blissful.

Broken groans fell from his mouth as his hips stuttered into you, his mouth hanging slack against your collarbone while he pumped in and out of you, his thick, hot seed filling your walls and spilling out with each drag.

His breath cooled your heated, dewy skin as he worked to catch it, the messy markings that had resembled kisses turning to be soft and caring, pressing all along your neck and jawline until he met your lips again and brought his hands up to hold either side of your face.

“I have loved you for so long,” he confessed, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek as his forehead rested on yours.

A small laugh escaped you despite feeling so overcome by emotion, feeling moisture pooling at the corners of your eyes as you smiled, the upward movement of your cheeks making the tears spill out.

“I love you too, Percy.”

You felt him release the breath he had been holding, relieved to know you felt the same, his nose nuzzling your face as he continued to relish in this moment.

“I am going to make you my wife,” he vowed, and you saw an earnest, devoted look dress his features when you took hold of his face and angled to look at him, his eyes as wet as the waters they resembled.

A joyous laugh was exchanged between you as you worked to believe this was all real, having imagined a moment like this time and time again in your days of yearning for him while he was away at war, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made you trust this was something you would never have to wait for again.

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[janitorhutcherson]

hey bitches!! it’s e, i’m backkkk. i had a fic idea, something i think i’ll use for a lot of new content if y’all react well to it. to give y’all a run down before we get into it, this is a famous!mike schmidt au.

basically mike is josh hutcherson. reader (you) are his live in PR assistant. not sure the perfect word for it, but basically you manage his social media presence, the way he dresses, how he is in public, attend all events with him to monitor him, etc…… kinda like a babysitter….. also, could technically be a part of olderbf!mike because reader is 22, mike is 31. anywaysss..! it’s a new idea, i just wanted to set the scene. the way i’m writing this is different from usual. plz let me know what you think! if y’all like i’ll write more in this universe🤭

summary: ur actor mike schmidt’s assistant!!

warnings: angsty, just an introduction to an idea.

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mike schmidt was a mess, and everybody knew it. that was part of what was so appealing to the public. he was a celebrity, a famous actor, known for various movies, tv shows. he was glamorized, lived in LA just like the rest of them, edits to upbeat songs all over social media with his hips swaying from some random snippet of a trailer. yes, mike schmidt was a heart throb, but he wasn’t your typical golden boy. he wore jeans and raggedy t-shirts to interviews. his brown curly locks were always tangled and sticking in fifty different directions. his stubble was always a little too rough, his hands calloused and bruised to masculine perfection. he wore snap backs and had no sense of what a filter was. he said things as they were on stages, into microphones, or on livestreams, silly phrases coming out of his pink lips. he was carefree, not glamorous nor slouchy but instead some odd middle ground that left women with slack jaws and puddles of drool. he was what every woman actually wanted when they said they wanted a man ‘written by a woman,’ or so they thought he was.

in reality, mike was the biggest pain in the ass to walk the earth. while most 22-year-olds got to save pictures of him to their pinterest boards and kick their feet every time he came into their tv screen, you were stuck managing his every move, saving his ass from letting the wrong thing fall from his mouth in front of the wrong audience. you were his manager, of everything, really. you managed his social media, coached him through what to say during interviews, inspected the clothing he wore before events… there wasn’t quite anything you didn’t do for mike. the two of you had a weird connection since you’d started, not quite foes but certainly not friends. the air was always somewhat tense, something you were all too aware of whenever you’d have an interaction with him. you knew it needed to change, and fast.

you’d gotten the job fresh out of college, extremely eager to take such a high paying position. you were lucky and you were aware, your gratitude something you showed through your endless devotion to being the best manager, and hopefully one day friend, mike could have. when you’d first been offered the position, part of what made it so appealing was knowing not only were you being paid, but you were given a room to stay, in the same home as mike. it was crucial, living alongside your boss in order to keep him in check. when you’d walked into a meeting room after you’d accepted the position, you were debrief about mike, told he was… difficult, to put up with. he tended to push his previous managers to the limit, his somewhat childlike demeanor sending them running the other direction. you accepted this as a challenge, something to motivate you to prove that you were worth more than the other old and dried up pieces of talent they’d had in here.

oh boy, did you have another thing coming. you weren’t any different to mike. sure, you were gorgeous, your eyes a color he could drown in, your laugh something he grew oh so fond of over the past few months you’d lived with him, but you were just another manager… right? it was his job to make this difficult for you. that’s how he saw it. so, you fought like you were pulling teeth, demanding he go change before going out like he was your 14-year-old daughter when he’d come out in a bleach stained t-shirt. you’d have to keep him from posting selfies of him smoking a joint on FACEBOOK just to cause a stir. for gods sake, you didn’t care if he put them anywhere else, just please, not where all the old people were. you’d argue late at night when you’d both head back to his place, your eyes filled with fiery anger after he’d drop some stupid shit in an interview, accidentally saying something about how one of his older costars were a “dried up old fashioned hag who needed to get some.” was he wrong…? no. but that didn’t mean he could say it.

he’d always yell back, his eyes filled with just as much anger. you went about this charade almost every time something had to be done. it could be a red carpet event, an awards dinner, an interview, even simply a live stream, there was always something with mike, something to yell and scream about. you constantly tried your hardest to stress how much you cared about this job, about him even too, sometimes blurring the line between professionalism and feelings as you’d get a little too intimate about the things you’d left behind, desperate for him to understand you, to see you.

it wasn’t until one night you’d finally had enough. he’d changed outfits right before a big interview that could’ve got him in front of multiple big directors, something big, even more groundbreaking for him. he’d been in an elegant outfit that fit his body so well, just like a glove, you could only imagine. of course, he hated it. he hated being coaxed into things, told what to do, to say, and currently, both were happening. when no one was watching, he’d slipped himself into a pair of black jeans and a tank top, walking out just like that, then proceeding to insult every director there individually. you were dumbfounded. no, he wasn’t drunk. no, he wasn’t high, medicated, or under any influence. this was just… mike, and you were starting to have enough.

the moment the two of you entered the house, you’d went at it, your face red from anger. how could he? how could he go out and blatantly go against everything you’d said purely out of boredom? he was a grown man, you’d think he could do better than this. you were embarrassed, not even for yourself as who represented him even though you should’ve been, but for him. you wanted this for him. your eyes locked on his, the moment you slammed the door shut. his big, beautiful brown eyes you most definitely didn’t mind looking into, no matter how angry you were. “mike, what the fuck,” was all you could say before he stuck his hand up. he went to turn on his heel, not even bothering to listen to a word you’d have to say.

that’s when you did something you didn’t think you’d do. this time, you’d let something slip, something you’d wished you hadn’t. “mike, if this shit doesn’t stop i’m fucking quitting, i’m leaving.”

that’s all it took.

that’s all it took for him to turn back on his heel to face you, frozen. his mouth was slightly parted, his eyes wider than you’d seen them before. he looked… angry.. confused.. no, not even. he looked… sad? he fluttered his eyes, his mouth opening and closing a little. you’d known you’d lasted longer than most, but this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“don’t,” was all he said, taking a couple of steps toward you. you stood there, frozen and tense as who was basically your boss slowly moved towards you, his demeanor different than you’d seen before. he was like a lost and wounded puppy, his dark brown eyes glistening with an emotion you’d never seen in him before. he reached out, touching your shoulder. you flinched, not even because you didn’t want him to but out of instinct.

“just, don’t go, y/n. i couldn’t take it, okay? i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry i fuck around too much, i’m sorry.. i just.. i don’t want you gone,” he said, his voice was low and growly. oh. he wanted you to stay. this was the first time he’d shown any interest in you in any way other than arguing, and you didn’t know what to do. with that being said, you did what you knew how to do best.

“okay,” you simply said, nodding your head as you went to your room. that night, you’d laid in your bed conflicted about the side of the man you lived with that you saw tonight. meanwhile, while you tossed and turned in your own sheets, mike did the exact same. little did you know, you were the only person mike had ever felt a real connection with. you were the only one patient, loving, thoughtful enough to be there for him, even through his hissy fits. he adored you, your style, your walk, your laugh, your humor, and he hated it. you were in his mind 24/7 and he hated it. but no, he could never get closer, because he knew you’d leave, just like the rest, and tonight was proof.

no, if mike were to ever attempt to get closer, you’d be the one to start it. and perhaps.. perhaps you would be, perhaps this encounter would be so engrained into your brain that you think about it daily, dissecting the look on his face. but who knows? maybe next week you’ll change your mind and pack your things, walk out the door. only the narrator knows quite what’s in store for the two of you…

[noblehouseofgay]

The noble and most ancient house of gay

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟIntroduction✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

(Updated Dec 26, 2024)

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- I'm Regulus/Reg (kinned him so hard I took his name) (also I like it pronounced redge for me personally)

- He/him, trans 🏳️‍⚧️

- queer mess

- I'm 21 and a Sagittarius

- ✨️autism✨️

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- regulus and remus kinnie

- favorite ships are jegulus, rosekiller, wolfstar, dorlene, and pandalily (my endgames <3)

- favorite characters are regulus, remus, James, pandora, barty, and evan

- I'm a slytherin if that's not obvious enough

- I fucking hate jkr and everything she stands for, so if you defend her or support it's automatic block

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- I have very strong opinions but I'm not an asshole (unless deserved)

- I'll play nice if you do

- I block very liberally, I don't tolerate jegulus hate whatsoever

- absolutely z e r o proship/incest/etc. None. Instant block. Pls stop asking me about it

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- I like marauders obviously, but also percy jackson, stardew valley, my chemical romance, and a bunch of other random shit that may or may not ever even matter on this blog

- I'm a taylor swift fan but in a friend of Dorothea way, iykyk

- I also love chappell roan and conan gray

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- join the discord!!

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My tags:

- #the noble house of writings

- #noble house of au ideas

- #the noble house of music

- #noble house of sims

- #noble house of art

- #noble's wicked series

- #noble's band aus

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[x3nx]

MY INTRODUCTION POST!!!!!

slash e waves to u all!!!!! first off lemme get my shit straight n tell yall my dni.

DO NOT INTERACT

basic dni obvs

no proshitters

dumb ai users

ppl who DONT support neopronouns n xenogenders (ableist...)

talking shit abt my fav things to me bc eugh... /neg

i will block anyone who matches my dni, may update this list in the future.

ABOUT ME

haiaii guys ^_^!!!!! welcome to my crappy belated intro abt myself, uhh my names xander n some stuff abt me is in my bio. bc of the motivation that wander over yonder gives me im putting this blog to use after like a year or smth after having it (tho i post like every other day). still getting used to the formatting of posting or wtv it is bc its a lil confusing...

what ill be doing on here is js posting random things like some of my rambling, my art stuff, writing crap, n more!

i LOOOOOVE wander over yonder sm its one of my massive hyperfixations currently so u might see a LOT of that on this blog thingy. im a massive hater fanatic AND kinnie. im a multishipper n ship the following: skeletondance (wander x hater), deathglare (hater x peepers), wanderingeye (peepers x wander), deathdance (wander x hater x peepers), sylava (sylvia x dominator), n conquering boyfriends (hater x awesome).

MY FANDOMS/INTERESTS

im in like..a LOT of fandoms so ill list the ones i can remember by memory.

very active in...: wander over yonder only LMAO

a tad active in...: helluva boss, sonic the hedgehog, toilet bound hanako-kun, the amazing digital circus, eddsworld, monkey wrench, hazbin hotel, ect.

inactive but still into...: gravity falls, steven universe, the amazing world of gumball, spongebob squarepants, madness combat, ect.

will get into soon: arcane, rottmnt, adventure time, regular show, ninjago, ect.

TAGGING STUFF!!!!!

all tags/posts will have a #x3nx tagging in it!2!1!1!

my art tag: #x3nx arts

my writing tag: #x3nx writes

my yapping tag: #x3nx rants

other tags: #x3nx reposts, #x3nx other, more to come

thats all so i hope u enjoyed reading ir!!!1!1! i will update this ehrn i make a strawpage or a carrd or smth

[alphabetquest]

Welcome & Introduction

Welcome to the Alphabet Quest! A fun, creative challenge for writers, gif makers, artists, video editors, and aesthetic makers.

Each month, I will post nine (9) prompts for three letters of the alphabet, starting on September 1, 2024. Prompts will be a mixture of songs, dialogue, random words, tropes, scenarios, and quotes. 

Use the prompts to create something using the characters and fandoms listed below and post it whenever you are ready.

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M N O - January 1, 2025

P Q R - February 1, 2025

S T U - March 1, 2025. 

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Prize Draw - June 1, 2025.

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Discord is not required to participate in the event, but it will be a good place to interact with other participants, bounce ideas, and ensure submissions are received.

[radiosummons]

My sister has been showing me episodes of OG Trigun--mostly in preparation for Trigun Stampede--but also because it's one of her favorite manga of all time.

And holy SHIT I cannot even begin to explain how fucking batshit this show is. Just hearing Johnny Yong Bosch's voice alone immediately sent me back at least fifteen years.

I have watched all episodes of OG Trigun while drunk, high and sober. And regardless of my state of inebreiation, I was always left with the exact, inescapable feeling of wanting to fucking die from the sheer nostalgic cringe and insanity of it all. I hate this show. I love this show. I'm fucking obsessed.

So, to all those who are curious (or would just like a mini idea of how to compare OG Trigun with Trigun Stampede)--here is my comprehensive list of things that ACTUALLY happened in Trigun that make me go absolutely batshit just thinking about them:

The sheer insanity of the--balls to the walls, barely held together with ducktape, spit and shoestring--of a plot, all with apparently little to no accuracy to the manga whatsoever. This both amuses and horrifies my sister.

The absolute refusal on the part of the anime to actually explain literally anything. Like the fact that the show takes place in space. Or why humanity is on a desert planet. Or what Plants are, why they're important, why they're there, literally ANYTHING.

Seriously, if you've only ever watched the anime you would have no fucking clue what the Plants are or what they even do. And THEY'RE LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT BITS OF LORE/A HUGE PART OF THE PLOT OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING MANGA.

A major bit of Trigun's lore/setting is just straight up the events of Wall-E.

Johnny Yong fucking Bosch as Vash's English VA. Enough said.

Vash--by simply existing and (mostly) through no direct fault of his own--is capable of wrecking such sheer and complete utter devastation that there's an actual insurance policy people can file after their town is destroyed in the aftermath of him visiting. Iconic.

Monev is just Spiderman's Venom but with a purple and orange reskin. This was intentional on part of the creator as he is obsessed with Venom. Good on him.

This is only specific to the English Dub (we switched to the original sub for the more "serious" episodes, calm down), but HOLY FUCK the absolutely atrocious line deliveries somehow make the show even worse and yet ultimately so much funnier all at the same time!

Millions Knives is the name of Vash's twin brother.

Vash is bisexual. There are multiple occassions where he will call a random male character "Cute" or "Cutie." Somehow, I am not the least bit surprised.

Christianity exists. And the Church trains orphans to be assassins. This makes perfect sense.

"LUUV AND PEEEEAAACCCCCEEE!!!!"

In the second episode of the series (English Dub), there's an actual scene where an old man and his grandson LOUDLY lament the absolute devastation of their home in the most inappropriately cheerful and candid way possible. And then the fucking kid follows that up by just singing out of fucking nowhere "~Bad times are here LALALALALA!!!!!~"

Vash is part gun.

According to "company regulations," as insurance workers Milly and Meryl are not allowed to take part time jobs. They later take part time jobs. My broke ass resonated too fucking hard with this bit.

"Oh, maaaan! Why can't I just get a break?! Death and poverty like me so much, they've brought friends!" Fucking. Mood.

At one point, Vash does the crab walk to dodge a barrage of bullets. This is, surprisingly, quite effective.

"I'll whack you, mister!"

Legato's introduction is him sitting down on a bench and then PULLING A HOT DOG OUT OF A PAPER BAG WITH A HUMAN HEAD IN IT!!!!

Legato has his own personal saxophone player that just follows him everywhere???????

"Oh my. I'm about to go down in ~fllaaaaaammeesssss!~"

Wolfwood.

In EP 16, someone just starts randomly scatting in the background for no reason. No explanation is ever offered.

"My name is .... VASH DA STAMPEDE-DUUUH!!!!!"

Also in EP 16, one of the villains for that episode sounds, deadass, exactly like Jar Jar Binks. I am not joking.

Legato can blood bend.

There's a mini episode dedicated to Milly and Meryl. Vash shows up for five seconds hiding in a trash can. The joke writes itself.

"The DEADLY DODGEBALL HEAD!!! A simple technique to hold the ball in place with INTENSE SUUUCTION!! Try this at home! ;)"

Knives eats an apple, cuts his own hair and enters his impromptu emo arc.

Legato gets horny over the idea of Vash crying. Idk what to tell you, man.

Wolfwood shoots a child. Granted, said child was gonna try to kill Vash and a bunch of orphans. But still.

Vash makes up a dark song about murdering and killing people. The villains of that episode proceed to roast him for his shit lyrics.

Wolfwood doesn't understand why everyone is mad at him for KILLING A CHILD.

"I meditate diligently every morning. The subjects are life and love ... I quit after three seconds."

The actually downright amazing OST, that has no right to be as good as it is. No joke, one of the best anime OSTs I have ever heard in my life.

"And if you're still having doubts, check out my 100% accurate gunmanship!" *proceeds to shoot directly at the sky only then for a black cat to fall directly on his head. The cat's fine btw*

At a certain point, Vash fakes his identity, gets a disguise and goes under a false name. Said false name being "Eriks." He looks like if someone ran Hohenheim through the washer and then hung him on a clothesline for a week. I have ... no fucking words.

"What is this strange phenomena? Is it some sort of strange and twisted Christian science!?"

For as menacing as they make Legato out to be, he sure does shit all in the grand scheme of things. Also he looks like he raids Seto Kaiba's closet on the DL and duels monsters on weekends.

Vash will randomly have Bishie eyes. Arguably, his most Bishie moment is right after Wolfwood punches him in the face. I'll let you infer what you want from this.

Rem randomly appears out of nowhere to taunt Vash with nonsense riddles and haikus. No explanation is ever given until EP 17 for who Rem is, why she keeps reappearing in Vash's mind, if she's even a real person or just someone Vash made up, etc. Because of this, it just looks like Vash keeps receiving American Beauty-style rose shower psychic attacks while a random woman just spouts absolute nonsense at him. There is no way this explanation will prepare you for the actual experience of watching it.

 "I am known as Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz-" *prolonged pause* "-Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser the Third. Don't hestitate to call."

Vash gets adopted by an old woman and her granddaughter. It's actually kind of sweet.

A minor villain in EP 18 demands that Vash strip and then act like a dog. He proceeds to do both without a single objection. Wolfwood pulls down his sunglasses and leers at Vash's naked ass. My sister has informed me that this is actually canonical.

Rem is a hyper Christian.

Wolfwood takes personal offense to a burlesque dancer being absolute shit at dancing. Honestly ... I can't even argue with him.

"Hey, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill,' REMEMBER!? WHAT KIND OF CHURCH MAN ARE YOU!!!?"

Vash saves a town's Plant through the power of Bishie.

While trying to save a child, Vash and Wolfwood both get sucked into quicksand. Said child just watches them go into the ground. I would have done the same.

Milly, Vash and Wolfwood decide to share drinks and before any of them even take a single shot, Milly decides to strip naked. Vash and Wolfwood are very pleased by this. Meryl is not.

"WHOSE idea was it to USE THE GRENADE!!!?? He can't be identified for the reward if he's a pile of pulp, YOU DUMBASS!!!!"

Wolfwood calls Vash pathetic. This kickstarts yet another existential crisis within Vash.

"Thank GOD you asked! It's a long story, although it's kind of a short one."

For literally no reason at all, child Knives decides to embrace his Anti-Christ symbolism and goes full Joker mode. This is not at all accurate to the manga.

Vash and Knives are aliens/Plants. Rem thinks they're actual Christian angels. Deadass.

Milly forces Wolfwood to pretend to be her baby daddy for a whole episode. For pudding. Yup.

Vash enters a dom/sub relationship with a Pokemon gym leader looking lady and they engage in extremely explicit pet play.

Anyway, watch OG Trigun. If you've ever watched any sort of anime abridged series, it will definitely make things a little easier for you. There are definitely too many points at which this show feels like a YouTube Poop and I mean in that best and worst possible way.

Also Meryl is Best Girl. I will not budge on this.

[jordanraye47]

Team e-scope headcanons

Eva unintentionally dresses like a f-boy. Like with all those gym clothes someone will confuse her with some mf named jason or Lucas.

Also she most definitely had short hair. Like a pixie cut or smth. Goes along with the f-boy thing.

Despite how much Noah reads, he can go to a bookstore store, buy 8 books and read like 2 of them before deciding that it’s time for a new trip.

Speaking of bookstores. Noah has taken izzy to a bookstore with him. He has never seen her read a book, or anything in fact. But it ended with her trying to recommend him books rather than her taking any books for herself.

And it’s the most random ass books known to man. She’ll come up to him and it’s like a book of algebra formulas and say like ‘did you know that i read this in middle school, yeah, it was really boring though. Except the introduction, i read that multiple times.’ idk she’s a weird girl.

Speaking of izzy. This girl can not tan for the life of her. Like she can live in spain or ecuador and only get this absurd amount of freckles. (i will reblog with a pic cause i can’t add it here for some reason [it will be the end of me i swear tumblr hates me])

Izzy js like ‘turns off’ at some points. Like not passes out, she js goes completely quiet and acts completely normal and calm for like an hour and it creeps everyone out.

She also said in total drama that she had psychosis in the total drama after math. And psychosis is a trauma developed disorder (taught from my physiologist) but literally no one knows what it came from. Like not even herself, it just came at one point according to her.

Noah definitely lets his hair grow out, mostly because without noticing himself. It’s usually his mom who cuts it but she practically drags his hair out of his scalp when she does so he tires to avoid that. Resulting in him having long ass hair. Like not as in pony tail hair but we’ve all seen his hair on total drama.

Izzy has gone to the gym with eva before but izzy does nothing but just walk around and use whatever she finds for her whatever she wants. Like she definitely somehow found monkey bars out of nowhere. (And she’s strong as fuck, we’ve seen her on TDWT she’s strong. But nobody knows how she exercises, and she refuses to tell.)

And they have a group chat i just know it. And Both noah and eva are the driest texters known to man. They will not use emojis even if their life depended on it. And i feel like izzy is either extremely dry or so dramatic all her texts turn into a greek play. She’s either like; ‘YALL GUESS WHO I FUCKING FOUND‼️’ or ‘i found a fucking dead frog and i think someone ate his hair’

pt 2

also sorry that i had too much izzy she’s my favourite 😔

[co-mixed]

Fantastic Four (& FF) by Jonathan Hickman

Jonathan Hickman’s Fantastic Four equals a ton of expectations. Capital E. After the original one by Lee and Kirby, this one is probably considered to be the most defining for the team. At least that’s what I kept hearing before picking it up. It’s a fan favorite, hence the E.  So it doesn’t need any extra introductions. 

Next — spoilers, questions, enlightening conclusions, and more reasons to despise Reed Richards...

When I couldn’t come up with anything to say about the previous Millar run, I thought that was because the run didn’t affect anything (seriously, you should see my review — it’s pretty much me going on and on about how Reed messed up again). Turns out, I was wrong. Not about Reed, about the run. It was just a prelude to Hickman’s cooking. 

Almost everything makes a comeback: dead Galactus, living Galactus, Nu-Earth, Doom, Val’s brilliant mind, etc. Topped off with Hickman’s love for large-scale events, his style of storytelling (where time is a flat circle), and even text pages. Don’t worry though, they make an appearance but don’t take up half of the book (yet). 

A lot is going on in this series. When I say a lot, I mean almost overwhelmingly. Hickman’s style is throwing bits and pieces at you at random points and making them come together at another point. Now when’s that gonna be — you never know. This makes his runs fun and just a little chaotic, kind of like life. And if you pay attention, the bits come together like a puzzle where everything fits and nothing is left to chance. 

The narrative also happens in two books: at some point he introduces FF as in Future Foundation, thus solving the question that plagues many a writer — what to do with the kids. 

As much as I don’t care for kids' adventures, these worked just fine, so I don’t even feel the need to defend their existence or convince anyone not to skip them. 

Too many Reeds

There is a whole council of Reeds and we learn that despite being so obviously the worst of all humans on Earth, our 616 Reed somehow turns out to be the best Reed out of all Reeds. Imagine how low the bar is…. Oh wait, there’s no need to imagine if you check out the story of Reed-98570 (Fantastic Four #605). And that creep is one of the founders of the council. 

So between the nazi scientist Reed who stole Doom’s brain, other Reeds who turned their back on their families, and Reed Reed who is just garbage, there’s really only one question: why are all Reeds so awful? 

Hickman proposes a possible answer — his father wasn’t around. Kind of sounds like bs. Look at the Marvel Universe: how many heroes still have their parents? And some parents had been awful. Not everyone turned out like this (except maybe Stark…). No, I say, Reed is bad because of Reed. And Val is probably gonna turn out just as bad. 

There is so much to choose from. At this point, the list of his misdeeds (as I just mean Reed 616) exceeds the list of Daredevil’s dead exes.

It doesn’t take Reed 10 pages of the new run to start lying to his wife. 

But that’s not news. What blows my mind, is how obsessively Reed is trying to prove to Wizard that he’s going to raise his clone into someone better. Pffft, Reed. Take care of your own kids – they’re out of hand. One is making deals with your arch-enemy, and the other is doing god knows what in the middle of the night in his own universe. You have your hands full.

And that is not even remotely close to being all that Reed’s been up to. He starts Future Foundation as a way to bring young forward-thinking kid geniuses together and solve everything. Ambitious and fair, fair because he sees how the existing scientific community has stagnated. The old, experienced scientists have no interest in building a future they won’t get to see. But kids, they do. Val is a perfect fit for this foundation (and so is Bentley-the-Wizard’s-clone) and that’s a great excuse to start neglecting Franklin. You know, build a little competition. If Odin’s guide to healthy parenting has taught us anything, it’s that kids should fight for their parents’ love and approval... Fine, I’m exaggerating but just a little. After all, Reed manages to neglect FF too. Whenever he does, he usually dumps it all on Johnny. 

Johnny’s reign

It’s on one of such days that Johnny ends up locked forever in the Negative Zone. He is presumed dead and it’s all very tragic for the next few months. But it does bring Spider-Man out of his neighborhood and into the family drama. He actually fits in quite well, with nothing to prove and his easygoing attitude (but even he wonders if Sue is fine with whatever Reed’s doing at a given moment). Still, it’s not about him, so none of his personal tales make it into the book.  Of course, Johnny soon returns.

Not only he shows up at the best possible moment, he has Annihilus on a leash and complete control of the Zone (which gives us the ‘hold my Annihilus’ panel). I swear, whenever Johnny sends his ships and troops somewhere, you can feel Reed’s green envy. Reed probably thought he deserved it more… (I don’t have any proof but it seems like something Reed would experience.)

Johnny seemingly matures, he’s supposed to be 2 years older now too, but that doesn’t last long and he quickly reverts to his classic irritating self. As if dying and coming back doesn’t mess with one’s mind. 

What’s worse, he gives the Zone free elections, and guess what? They vote for Annihilus. Again. They got rid of him with pain, sweat, and blood, and they voted him back in. Now that’s just unrealistic! Can’t happen. Right?

That’s probably everything of note that happens with Johnny. I have to assume that writers, for the most part, still don’t know what exactly to make of him. But my guess is his image needs a serious makeover. I don’t know where he’s at right now, but I don’t think this party-hard, drink-’till-sunrise, never-be-on-time, have-no-purpose persona should live past 2012. 

Sue’s enchantment under the sea 

How did Johnny even end up on the other side of the gate to the Zone? Well, Ben was human, Reed was busy with Nu World and Galactus, and Sue… oh, Sue was ruling the seas. 

No, unfortunately, she still hasn’t left Reed for Namor or any other fish person. But she did spend a ton of time negotiating a truce between Namor’s kingdom and other fish in the sea. Even punched Namor, which only made him want her more. 

And I know that’s a whole other book but there was a jealous vibe from Emma, who also makes an appearance, and I don’t know what to make of it. From all we know, she can still have him as a backup if she wants to. Maybe she just hates being a second choice and Sue doesn’t exactly have Jean’s habit of dying and vacating the partner. 

Other than that, Sue waters flowers, kicks celestial ass, and wonders if she’s a good parent. She is (her husband isn’t). She has confidence which is very nice to see. But she still doesn’t give Reed the grief he deserves. He keeps lying to Sue and deceiving her, which leads to bigger and bigger problems and she, along with other heroes, ends up having to deal with it. It’s a vicious circle and it’s an exhaustingly old issue even at that point (2011-12, people, the Avengers just came out!) Don’t get me wrong, I would be complaining if their married life was all suns and rainbows, because that’s just boring. But I need to see her confronting Reed. At this point, she just looks the other way and leaves him to his devices. I’m almost not surprised she jumped at the chance to hang out with Namor, even though he once again showed his more obnoxious side. At least he isn’t spending time with a bunch of himselves instead of her. 

I never not feel bad for Sue, mostly because we still don’t really know her. Writers make small improvements and adjustments for her, and they reassure us that her love for Reed is real, but I can’t believe that. She has nothing of her own, nothing that isn’t attached to her husband, kids, the team, or Namor. She makes sandwiches and cuts off the crust. 

The week of Ben

Now back to Johnny’s trip to the Negative Zone, where was Ben? Right beside him. Only Ben was human because the FF kids created a serum that could turn him human for a week every year. That was so shocking to everyone — the kids have figured out something Reed never could. Only that’s not true at all. Throughout the FF's history, Ben’s become human again at least 5 times, maybe more. Several times Reed figured out how to change him for good, some times he gave Ben the option to turn into The Thing at will. It never lasted but not all of that was Reed’s fault.

Regardless, Ben became human for his week, spent it hanging out with Johnny (worst choice ever if you ask me), but he also reunited with Alicia. The part that does bug me is he still thinks she loves him only for his looks. You know, as if his charming and not-at-all-angry personality is not enough. Also, no one is even mentioning Debbie who just a week ago was the love of Ben’s life and nearly became his wife and Sue’s best (only) friend in the process. But no sense in dwelling on the past. 

Of course, after failing to sacrifice himself instead of Johnny, Ben takes a guilt trip. No, he actually leaves the team to go mope around in the Avengers mansion. And feels that it’s really all he does during this run aside from backing up the team and announcing clobbering time. But we do take a little trip to the future with Reed’s father, and we see what the kids’ serum does to Ben – he only ages a week every year so he gets to outlive everyone and that’s when we get a little moment that reminds us that he and Reed are actually best friends. Something that’s been buried under Ben’s loyalty and resentment, plus occasional (permanent) selfishness on Reed’s side. 

Moloids though, they worship Ben. So that’s something.

The kids won’t be all right

We get to see future versions of Franklin and Val. To call these kids shady is an understatement. They are straight-up nasty creeps. And in a very mutant tradition, they come back from the future to mess around with history. Franklin gives himself his powers back, Val constantly states how much she doesn’t like her kid self.

Meanwhile,, their younger selves, accompanied by the FF, constantly get into trouble. We do address kid Franklin’s issues that I felt were dropped by Millar, his budding envy for Val. And when it comes to Val, I don’t think she’s going to change. She is Doom’s child at heart… everything about her is Doom, her arrogance, her sinister ideas, her elaborate plans. She did get one thing from Reed though — lying. Sneaking around and doing shady things – that’s all Reed. It makes me curious, the more I read about her, the more I want to see her turn into a self-righteous villain. She has everything for the part and she’d make a far more exciting villain than even Franklin with all his world-ending abilities. Val is also more suited to rule Latveria than Kristoff. Not trying to give Doom advice on how to run his land but… just something to think about. 

What’s There to Do(om)?

The Reeds have historically been very unkind to the Dooms. And before we get into it, remember that I’m not giving props to a dictator, but let’s agree that turning Dooms into talking plants or brain donors is certainly not the way to achieve your goals of universal peace and prosperity. But the council of Reeds hunts down every Doom in existence, which I don’t know if it does make our 616 Doom special. He keeps jumping higher and higher up in the power ranking, and at this point, it’s hard to imagine he could be defeated. With some help from Val, he even obtains an Infinity Gauntlet (from a different universe) and creates a whole world. That makes him a god and I know this Doomiurge will return in Battleworld. 

To make things worse (for Reed), through the course of the run, Doom is saving Richards and his family left and right. First, he saves Reed’s absent father (by killing his variant), then he sacrifices himself during the fight with the Celestials, and so much more in between. All while being very nice to Val and not breaking his word once. Oh yes, he’s a better parent to Val than Reed is.

This is once again, a story about the family. Reed’s family, because even when they all deal with their own things, they can be sure that somehow Reed is going to screw up everything and bring about the end of the world.

All of it makes me understand one thing. When you’re writing a Fantastic Four run, you gotta be either pro-Reed or pro-Doom. If you’re pro-Reed, you’ll go out of your way to prove that Reed’s doing the right thing. Even when he does the wrong thing for the right reason, which is a - always, b- a clear sign of a villain. 

Pro-Doom writers don’t argue with Doom being evil and ambitious, but they always try to remind us how honorable Doom is and that his heart may be black but there’s a soft blueish spot in it for Valeria. A bit of healthy disdain for Mr. Fantastic usually correlates with at least some Doom apologism. 

[thetreefairy]

First sleepover

Warnings: mentions of isolation, reader is oblivious to who the LOV are. Drinking, smoking. Taglist @slasherscrybaby @yandere-city Words: 951 p.2 had to re-publish this due to massive spelling mistakes, hope you guys like it,

But Tomu-Tomu will take Reader away from them.

“Bye~ I’ll be meeting up with Tomu-Tomu and his friends!” Reader shouted as they put their shoes on, they were going to get drinks with Tomu-Tomu and 2 of his friends. “Make sure to bring your self-defense kit!” Shota shouted, Hizashi rushing towards Reader with the self-defense kit. “Call us if you are in danger, alright?”

“Of course, pa, I will be home before 12 and I won’t drink too much.” Reader kisses Hizashi's cheek and waves as they leave the house. Reader sends a text to Tomu-Tomu.

player two to Tomu-Tomu: Can you send me the addresses, Tomu?

tomu-Tomu to player two: {insert random address} it’s a bit difficult to find, I will be at the start of {random street that is close by}

Player two to Tomu-Tomu: Thank youuu, I am so excited to meet your friends :D

Tomu-tomu to Player two: They are excited to meet you too, do mind Toga however, she is obsessed with blood due to her quirk.

player two to Tomu-tomu: :00, that's so interesting, I can see you. hehehe imma scare you : )

Tomu-tomu to player two: If you want to scare someone you shouldn’t, you know tell them.

Tomura chuckled as he re-read Reader's message, he had seen them himself. But with how cute they are, he couldn’t help but pretend to be scared when Reader hugged him from behind. “So scary~!” He said in a teasing tone. “Almost as scary as you trying to trash talk in Valaront.”

“Hey!” Reader shouted, realizing that he’s making fun of them. “I was really trying, but my little sister was in the same room!”

“Excuses, excuses.” He grinned as he ruffled their hair. At first Tomura wanted to use you, but after just a week of playing video games together he had grown fond of you. His master, AFO, likes you as well and his anger issues have died down now. “Now come on, before the burned bitch is going to call us and complain.”

"Burned bitch?” Reader asked with a curious tone as they started walking to Tomura’s hideout home. “Yeah, my friend has a lot of burns because of his quirk.” He said casually. “Look, we are here.”

When they got inside, a girl immediately hugged Reader. “Is this your friend Shiggy? They are so pretty!” Reader instinctively petted her hair. “Can I drink your blood, pretty please?” the blonde girl asked, drawing out the e of ‘please’. 

“Maybe you should introduce yourself first, Toga.” A man with burn scars asked as he smoked. "Yeah! Nuh uh! Don’t tell them our names!”

“Jin, do me a favor and tone your other side down, I already have a headache.” the lizard type a guy hissed. “You can call me spinner.”

“Hello everyone, I am Reader.” After the introductions and small talk they started to play games. “My god, how did that crispy bitch pull you?” Dabi chuckled out drunkenly. Toga was drinking Reader’s blood happily but that comment made her gasp. “Shiggy and Reader are dating?!”

Tomura looked like he was about to burst and was red. “No no no, we are besties.” Reader chuckled, they were a bit tipsy. “But I do think he’s pretty.” Reader tried to whisper into Toga’s ear making her chuckle. Tomura had heard this and his brain isn’t braining right now. Reader then got a call from Hizashi.

"Papa!" Reader greeted him happily.

 ‘You forgot the time didn’t you?’ His voice sounded amused, but a bit strict as well. This caused Reader to gulp, they truly had forgotten the time! How stupid of them.

“Ah yes, I did, I am sorry but everyone is just so fun! I can go home right now.”

Tomura pushed a bag of blood towards Toga and whispered in her ear to pretend to be his girlfriend. When Toga transformed she said: “N/n, can I talk to your dad?”

“Ah, papa, Tomu’s girlfriend wants to talk to you, is that okay?”

‘That would be wonderful.’

“Hi, sir, I am Lily,”

‘Hi Lily, it’s nice to finally picture a voice by the person.’

“I was wondering if Reader could perhaps stay over at my house, I would feel awful if they had to go home this late.” Toga lied smoothly and before Reader could interrupt Tomura placed his hand over their mouth. Kissing their cheek when he saw their terrified expression. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t get isolated.” He whispered in their ear. He had told the league about the heroes' strange punishments towards their oldest child, so none of them were surprised at his words. 

Toga gave back the phone and winked at Reader.

‘Tomu’s girlfriend is such a lovely girl’ Hizashi told Reader. ‘Your dad and I agreed that you can stay over just this once.’

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Reader happily squealed.

‘Just make sure that you are home before Hitoshi returns from the class trip.’

“So at 4 pm I have to be home.” Reader asked to make sure.

‘Yes, and make sure to not tell Hitoshi, as you know he heavily disapproves of sleepovers.’

“I won’t, talk to you later and goodnight, pa.”

‘Talk to you later and sleep well, dear.’

When Reader hung up she looked at her new found friends. “Well I guess I am staying here.”

“Yay!” Toga shouted happily.

“You should sleep in handy man’s room.” Dabi said with a smirk.

“Sure!” Reader agreed, Tomura looked at Dabi, annoyed.

‘What if I talk in my sleep?’ He thinks. ‘What if they hear my thoughts about them?’

And that was exactly Dabi’s plan, and hopefully make Reader hate heroes, but that might be a long shot.

[xxinkys-ocsxx]

First post on Tumbler! ^^

Hiya! I'm Inky! This is my introduction post, and at the time of posting, this is my first post on tumblr! but definitely not my first time on tumbler lol (I have a alt acc on my laptop)

(just a random reminder that this blog will include oc x cannon, if you don't like that stuff please be respectful ignore my blog and proshipers, ped0s, homophobes, racist, zoophiles etc, dni with me or my blog.)

I'm probably going to be posting art and POSSIBLY writing some oc x cannon/x reader fics on here because yass👏👏Anyway here's just a summary of me but as one of my ocs profiles loll

Name: Inky

Nickname: Inks

Gender: Cis female

pronouns:she/her

Species: Little sona gal

Nationality: England☕

Fandoms I'm in:

A:

Arcane

Animal crossing

B:

Bluey!

BEASTARS

Beetlejuice

Bendy and the ink machine

Black butler

C:

Circus of wishes

Cuphead

casino cups

Charlie the union

Chicken nugget

D:

Demon slayer

Deadpoll

Dark deception

Dhmis

E:

ENA

epithet erased

EYES ARG

F:

Fanf

Ferngully

Far fetched

F.r.i.e.n.d.s

G:

Glitter force

Garten of ban ban

Generation loss

GURBY

Guardians of the Galaxy

Gacha

Gravity falls

H:

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Heart of Titans

Heathers

Hamilton

Heart stopper

Hotel transylvania

Harry Potter

Hilda

I:

Indgo park

J:- none yet-

K:

Komi can't communicate

L:

Lackadaisy

Lamas in hats

Little nightmares

Little misfortune

M:

Murder drones

Metal family

Mean girls

My little powny

My friendly neighbourhood

Mario

Monkey wrench

N:- none yet-

O:

One piece

Obay me!

P:

popee the performer

Perfect husbands

Poppy playtime

Portals

Purcy Jackson

Q: - none yet-

R:

Royal high

Ramshackle

rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

Rise of the guardians

S:

SpyXfamily

Spooky month

Sam and max

Sad ghost club

Skylanders

T:

The amazing digital circus

Tokyo ghoul

Toilet bound Haiko-kun

U: - none yet-

V:

Vampire series

Villainous

W:

Welcome home

Who framed Roger rabbit?

Wimpy witch

X: - none yet-

Y: - none yet-

Z:

Zipped up

There are probably SOOOO meny more I just can't think of rn :/

But yeah! That's me! Expect to see lots of art, mostly oc x cannon

I'm excited to start posting, until then bye!!

[miquellah]

You seem to me like a fan of vintage anime! What are some of your favorite films and/or shows from before the 2000's, and are there any in particular you'd like to recommend?

ACK! to be fair i'm still only just dipping my toes in so far, but with every intent to become more properly seasoned. i have indeed been having a blast tho with what i've been watching so far from this era!

number one favorite so far and recommendation, tho: Revolutionary Girl Utena

it's constantly lauded and IT IS FOR A REASON!! i do think it's best if you go in as blind as possible, but all in all it's a stellar production with themes on girlhood, and especially what it means to exist under the patriarchy. soulsborne followers who LOVE meta will also enjoy this, surely, because it's absolutely laden with symbolism and almost surrealist imagery. and yeah it's gay. 39 episodes, but it sure was a pleasant long haul

BE AWARE THOUGH. it does also cover some dark topics such as sexual abuse, incest, and pedophilia, etc-- albeit nothing terribly graphic and all handled quite impressively well. any sexual implications are also pretty vague and/or just symbolic. (despite this, it's also got a surprising amount of comedy and fun sides, so it's not an exceedingly heavy watch, either)

another i've seen is dirty pair! nothing too terribly serious here, but i do like it. campy, charlie's angels-esque case-of-the-week OVAs, following two silly 19-year-old "trouble consultants" in space. they're clearly dressed for eye candy, but at the same time nothing too fanservicey at all. fun little romp

birdy the mighty! personal favorite just because ive been madly in love with her for years. there was a later remake (which is how i got here) that had two seasons, but she originated here with the ovas. kind of underrated. sorta campy sci-fi plot about a space agent who accidentally kills a random guy on earth, so he has to share her body while his is getting repaired. i remember the dub sucking assss but maybe a fresh look is what i need now. or maybe just subs

a bunch of ghibli movies also fall into this era, but they probably don't need much introduction. some things like sailor moon, ranma 1/2 and yu yu hakusho also in the same boat. but i've got a few things on my radar otherwise that i plan to get to eventually, too, if these help:

gunsmith cats

magic knight rayearth

angel's egg

vampire hunter d

magnetic rose (!!!)

slayers

record of the lodoss war

shamanic princess

literally like. all of gundam

patlabor

oniisama e

rose of versailles

hell. why not golden boy

[crow-girl-cock]

Hai :7

I love you!

yes you!

click this.

now for introduction.

my name is Renée Corbeau

but you can call me ren or crow

I love crows! they feel like family to me and I hope next cycle I get to experience the life of a crow.

I have gone through alot in life and fancy myself some sort of activist by proxy of that pain, am I perfect? fuck no! I am still learning and probably operate under toxic bias still despite all the effort I have put into growth.

I'm adhd, autistic, anxious, depressive, dissociative, probably some degree of plurality.

I'm a gender non-conforming transwoman, definitely puppy coded, and severely down bad for women, especially butch women!

that being said the human body is beautiful. especially fat bodies, I'm a sucker for meat :3

all my guys, gals, and non binary pals deserve kisses (assuming that they want them)

I love gender fuckery, people who actively blur those lines are doing the lords work.

despite being very friendly and appearing slightly outgoing sometimes, I am very shy and dont have a very large social battery.

if I ever dont respond dont take it personally there are loads of reasons why this could be.

U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U

I am kind of a red mage when it comes to special interests, I know a little bit about alot.

(all lists are not ordered and not exhaustive)

some examples include;

from gaming~ pokemon, zelda, elderscrolls, darksouls, minecraft, osu!, space sims (elite dangerous, astroneer, dyson sphere project, hardspaceshipbreaker), roguelikes (noita, deadcells, gungeon, vagante, slaythespire)

from other media~ pokemon again, bluey, adventure time, atla, bee and puppycat, studio ghibli (nausicaa is goat), csm, bleach, dragonball, naruto, she-ra, dungeon meshi

from *gasps* real life~

space (and metaphysics), nature (it's peculiarities and the many funky adorable little guys born in it) I'm definitely a poser but skateboarding and rollerskating (I really want to get into rollerderby) philosophy (to the extent that any skid is);

History!

(not as well read as I would like because there is so much of it, and so much of the truth is buried under misinformation, but I have deconstructed the whole western myth of how things went and painted myself a much clearer picture as to how things got so bad and am learning new things about the world all the time, please feel free to info dump about anything history related I'd love to hear it. anthropology and archaeology too obvs)

Art!

(this is my chosen field for better or worse >⁠.⁠< I am going to college for web and graphic design (2024-2026) I might extend that an extra 2 years to make it a bachelor of design and hope to one day make graphic novels, beautifully illustrated with deep thought provoking stories)

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ૮꒰՞⸝⸝- ༝ -⸝⸝꒱ა ໒꒰՞⸝⸝. ̫ .ܸ⸝⸝ ꒱ა

Kink! (definitely subject to change)

petplay, musk, intox, bondage, impact, cnc, degradation, somno, hypno, blood, knives, size difference probably more I haven't thought of

I'm poly and very t4t

I'm a switch but this hellsite has been steadily turning me into a bottom day by day heheh

but no actually

I used to be a hypersexual dom pre-transition

but E has made me alot less uncontrollably horny and far more sensitive and inclined to seek vulnerability, all my drive to dom has dissolved

also I suck at tagging and will sometimes will reblog art/random things from tags without checking bios

if that upsets you or makes you uncomfortable please see the block button for more info ;3c

.♡. .♡. .♡.

anyways since you made it this far

here have some headpats

spread kindness please and thank you ^v^

As above, So below.

Hai :7

I love you!

yes you!

[magz]

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Introduction Post

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Palestine

Vetted Palestinian Fundraisers Masterpost for Dec. 2024 + Magz's Palestinian Fundraiser Randomizer (saves the random fundraiser for 15 minutes unless clear cookie)

Palestine Global Strike January 21 - 28 Masterpost

PaliPunk's Palestine MasterPost

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Palestine Film Index

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Customize, Backup, Fixes, QoL

Tumbr Backup Guide (Post 1) (Post 2)

Firefox Customization: Theme, Vertical Tab Sidebar, and Homepage

Fix Tumblr Dashboard Script (not Magz post)

ublock origin fix for youtube (not by magz) - Reddit post

general tumblr fixes - dashboard unfucker (not by magz)

navigate and find posts on tumblr (not by magz)

Digital Literacy, Digital Privacy, Tech

Computer and Technology Basics For Absolute Beginners

"The Art of Invisibility" - Stay Safe In Modern Age

General Digital Safety and Digital Literacy (not Magz post)

Free Curriculum for I.T., Programming, and Computer Science

Internet Privacy, Primer (need to be update)

DNS resolver: easy n free way boost privacy security

How to: Burning / writing DVDS, physical media

Web Dev

Neo-Cities Web Dev Primer (not by Magz. Gif Warning)

Web Dev Basics (not by Magz)

Web Dev Beginner (not by Magz)

Old Web Recreation (not by Magz)

Neo-Cities Accessibility Primer (not by Magz)

General Web Dev Accessibility (not by Magz)

basic web coding site (not by magz) https://progate.com

other than LinkTree for link page

Open Source, or Free Access / "Alternatives to"

Paywal Removal (not by Magz)

Mullvad Browser: Alternative To Incognito Mode

Magz Search Engine (Not Google. Temporarily unavailable/deleted. other public searxng instances until then)

Open Source Note Apps - Alternatives to "Notion"

Home Assistant - Open Source Alternative to Amazon Echo (not magz post)

Google Suite "Free" Alternatives

Free + Free Trial AAC (Augmentative and Alternative Communication) Apps for Android Device

non-social media book tracking app / site: candlapp.com

alternatives to amazon book stuff (not by magz)

Alternative to pantone - amend

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Disability and Tips

Disabled Cooking and Eating (not by Magz)

Disabled Cooking Book (not by Magz)

Image Description Primer (not by Magz)

Psych Ward Alternatives: Peer Respite and Safer Hotlines List (not by Magz)

"Critical Thinking" Sheet - Transcribed (not by Magz)

Donate Your Voice For Disabled People - VocalID (Clarification Against Misinformation)

"The Long Covid Survival Guide" Book

"How to Adult" when no one taught you - Books

ADHD, Executive Dysfunction. "How to fix 'waiting mode'" (Transcribed)

"Pay the ADHD tax upfront" (not Magz post)

"The Half Year Reset: How to turn your year around" Guide (Transcribed)

Autism Terminology Masterpost (not by Magz)

The People's CDC - International Covid Information And Safety (not by Magz)

myalgic encephalomyelitis / Chronic Fatigue, or ME/CFS. And "pacing" (not by Magz)

Grip toggle aid tool (not by Magz)

mental health - self-care assessment (not by magz)

Tip: easy general cleaner for metal and other material

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Art References (not by Magz)

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"The War on everyone" - Identify Modern Fascism

U.S. and U.K: Join the IWW union

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1800s jewish books GDrive (not by magz)

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