#save me thermal girl...

[doctorsunset]

NYX KALMAN!!!

shes. so bad. god. save me thermal girl.

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 3rd

simon riley x teasing / bratting

winding simon up was so much fun.

it really gets your heart racing after a slow week, you know? sometimes, you were restless and antsy — and you needed your giant, strong man to threaten you a little to feel something.

so, you’d pretty much been slutting yourself out to him around the base.

it was unlike you, his demure thing that respected privacy and boundaries as much as he did. but, occasionally — you both liked the thrill. which is why you had taken the chance to be extra chatty and sweet with his men, brushing it off as “i’m a nurse, si. you expect me not to speak to people now?” however, it wasn’t just that. it was the tight outfits, the dropping things on the floor just to bend over right in front of him before he goes off on duty — and worst of all, when he’d give you little to no reaction, the touching.

you’d spot him near the dining hall, a quiet night on the base. he was stood, arms crossed after training some newer recruits and he just looked so fucking big. he wore a long sleeve black thermal shirt, stretched across thick muscle, and black cargo pants, the thick belt accentuating his waist. he had his usual black balaclava on, and his boots added an inch or so onto his already imposing height. you felt yourself fucking clench, and for no reason other than he looked good.

you skip over, all bouncy and smiles and he has to fight not to let a smile slip himself — his eyes softening.

“si!” you smile softly, approaching and he turns his body towards you. simon always gave you his full attention.

“you alright, love?” he gruffs in that low voice, and you can barely contain the horny and dumb expression from sliding across your features, blinking up at him with large doe eyes as you suck on your bottom lip. tease, he thinks.

“missed you, been neglecting me.” you groan, and he can tell by your voice that you don’t really feel any kind of way about it. there’s something bigger at play here and he knows it already.

“was trainin’ the rookies.” his eyes don’t leave yours as you step closer, tits brushing against his stomach.

“mhm? how was it?” you converse sweetly, barely glancing around to see if there were any wandering eyes before reaching down to his belt, playfully tugging at it before your hand wanders lower, feeling his heavy shape under your palm. he harshly grabs your wrist, pinning it in the air as he stares you down, voice dropping an octave.

“you think that’s wise, nurse? doin’ that right here?” nurse. he always calls you that when you’d been bad. bingo.

his intimidating glare makes you falter for just a second, ripping your eyes away to recoup but when you do he moves his head to follow your gaze, stepping forward so you’re backed up against the wall.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try, but it doesn’t come out as confident.

“no? reckon you’ve been behaving this week, then?” he pushes, muscles tight with frustration. he’d been waiting for the chance to pounce, and you’d barely even pushed his button. you hold your chin up, putting on the act.

“i have. i’m a good girl.” you tease and he scoffs, eyes darting about the hallway before grabbing you roughly by the waistband and stuffing his thick arm down there, strong hand pushing past your panties. you let out a quiet yelp when he slides his fingers through slick, tutting at you and pulling his hand out.

“as i thought. all wet over nothing.” he berates, opening your jaw with one hand and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth with the other. your eyes water as they stare up at him mercilessly, threatening to roll back when you choke on them just a little. you’re saved by the sound of footsteps and he pulls back, a string of saliva following his hand when it departs and snapping against your chin, making you splutter a little, wiping it with the back of your hand.

you think he might let you run off, now that there’s people around but he grasps you by the back of the neck when you turn around, practically walking you like a dog in the direction of your dorm. “c’mon, know you’re fuckin’ dyin’ for it. walk that sorry little arse all the way to your room.” his voice is a mere growl now and all you can do is silently nod, cunt clenching around nothing.

[exhaslo]

Its the coldest day of the year so villain!miguel uses it as an exuse to cuddle with reader naked.

“its cold, we need to keep warm“ and you know miguel as a good heater he just keeps it off and his exuse is that ’he wants to save money’ but you know he can afford it.

lmao anything for the plot haha.

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut

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It had only been a couple of weeks since Miguel finally because Spider-Man.

The city's new tyrant.

Life for the two of you was great. You were Miguel's pretty little fiance, staying in his penthouse being a good girl. You didn't want to disappoint him. You just wanted to help him do good and accomplish his goals.

However, Miguel was abusing your easily manipulated mind to do his crimes. He would find every excuse in the book to get you pregnant. To load you with his seed and make the perfect offspring.

Not like you complained or pushed away his advances. Miguel knew that every little bit of affection he gave you just kept you in the palm of his hand.

"Coldest day of the year?" Miguel muttered as he checked the weather in his office, "(Y/N) is going to be freezing,"

Concerned for you, Miguel summoned you to his office. You still worked for him at Alchemax. After all, no one could ever do as good as a job as you.

"Yes, Miguel?" You entered the office, "I was working on your schedule for the week. You have a lot-"

"Come here,"

You tilted your head but smiled as you hurried to Miguel's desk. Taking your spot, you tried to hide your excitement as Miguel rested his head against your lap. His hands rubbing circles around your waist.

"I don't feel any layers," Miguel said with a grunt, pulling you onto his lap, "It's cold outside."

"I know," You snuggled against his chest, "I'm trying on those thermal clothes you suggested."

"Hn," Miguel was quick to take your shirt off, checking the thermal technology as you shivered.

"M-Miguel..."

"Still not enough," He grunted, putting the shirt back on you, "Cancel my next meeting and met me in my private lab."

"Okay,"

You reached for your tablet, cancelling Miguel's appointment while you sat on his lap. Miguel rubbed your head before placing you back on his desk and leaving the office.

He had an idea. A devilish idea.

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You hummed happily as you approached Miguel's private lab. It was on a floor of its own since Miguel liked his quiet. Entering the main room, you gasped and shivered towards the temperature. It was freezing inside the lab.

"I may have suggested the thermal clothing, but nothing is ever good enough for my woman." Miguel spat as he approached you, "Come, let's get you warm."

"B-But...i-it's so...so....c-c-cold." You stuttered.

"Needed to save money somewhere," Miguel lied casually as he pulled you into his embrace, "Besides, you won't be cold for long."

"M-Miguel-" You whimpered.

Miguel picked you up and brought you over to the experiment seat. He laid you down and hovered over your body. His hands already resting against your pussy, rubbing circles against your clothes.

"Your body is going to focus on keeping warm. I'm sure it will be easier for your body to accept my seed."

"M-Miggy," You whined, squirming slightly.

"You've been naughty. Only wearing one layer. Can't go easy on a bad girl,"

You shuddered towards his words as Miguel undid your pants. He threw them on the side and proceeded to rip your panties, claiming that he told you to stop wearing them. You just put them on because you were cold.

You went to reach for Miguel, but he proceeded to nibble on your hand in response. With a whine, you gripped your shirt as Miguel thrusted his dick inside you. You arched your back, having to wait for him to give you permission to hold him.

"Always so wet for me, now that's a good girl," Miguel said with a dark chuckle.

You moaned in response as Miguel started to slap his hips into you. The sheer force of his dick making use of your pussy so hasty made your mind fuzzy. You were used to Miguel having sex with you, but it still felt amazing each time.

How every thrust made you feel like butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. How he made you cum with barely any effort. Or how Miguel would always fill you to the brim, making you feel so full that you couldn't move.

Everything felt like a dream.

Your body started to warm up as you cam against Miguel's dick. Panting heavily as you squeezed around his cock, you tried to reach out for Miguel again.

"I suppose you deserve to now," Miguel grunted as he kept thrusting inside of you.

Holding onto Miguel, you moaned in his ear happily as you melted against his touch. Surrendering your body to him as he made a sloppy mess of your cunt.

You wanted to apologize for dirtying his lab chair, but you knew that Miguel didn't care. He brought you in here to make a baby. Shivering as you felt Miguel bottom out inside you, you clenched against him, wanting to enjoy the moment.

"You're still shivering. Can't stop until that changes, now can we?" Miguel asked with a chuckle.

You just agreed, gasping as he kept his charade of thrusts. The lab echoed with the slapping sound of skin. The gushing noises of your juices mixing with his cum. Your moans getting louder as your body grew more sensitive to his movements.

Your body was warm now for sure.

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Miguel sighed softly as he turned the heat back on in the lab. Now he felt relaxed and ready to get back to work. Glancing at you on the chair, Miguel withheld a chuckle. You were sleeping soundly with his lab coat over you.

His cum pouring out of your cunt. Another fine job. Approaching you, Miguel fixed the chair so that your lower body was raised, wanting to keep his seed inside you.

"Mhpm," You whined in your sleep.

"All for the sake of the future, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered, kissing your head before grabbing your tablet.

Miguel pulled a seat beside you, wanting to get back to work while you slept. He had Lyla checking on your stats, making sure that you wouldn't get too cold.

"Hm, now what excuse will I use tomorrow?"

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UGH I NEED VILLAIN!Miguel in my life.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[xhollandlilsx]

Handmade - Leah Williamson x Reader

Warnings: N/A

“You can’t just throw glitter on it”

Lucy argued as we were making posters for each other, for the game against America, they wanted posters of us up around the stadium.

Handmade ones.

“Well Luce, it’s not exactly winning any awards is it!” I half shouted playfully, as I slapped some glue on there and just dumped a handful of glitter on it. I’d tried to make her look a little less intimidating, but it started to go downhill so glitter was my saviour as much as I hated the stuff, “Not my fault your photo looks like you’ve taken Liam Neeson’s daughter”

A few of the girls burst out laughing, as I fanned myself with my hands as all the arts and crafts business was making me sweat. I only had a zip up thermal jumper on and my Nike sports bra underneath, so when I ditched my jumper, and returned to the table I saw a few almost shocked faces.

“Damn Y/L/N, since when do you have abs?!” Kiera heckled with raised eyebrows. In the corner of my eye I saw Leah’s head shoot up, as I shot a wink to Kiera and laughed. Nobody knew except Georgia and Lucy that Leah and I were together, we hid it the best we could, not wanting all the interrogation, and wanted to keep it private in the first few months.

“No seriously I can count them, drop the workout routine” Lauren laughed astounded. I shook my head looking down with a slight laugh. I never knew how to take compliments so I usually just laughed them off or replied with my usual cocky comments. There were a few more comments thrown around about my figure and a few flirtatious comments that were purely a joke. Things like:

‘Wouldn’t kick you out of bed’ and ‘Damn It’s a good day to like women’.

I carried on trying to save the poster of Lucy, to no avail as it looked like a mess but I loved it either way.

“Tah-Dah” I held it up to the camera with a big toothy smile, “So for my artwork I did the amazing Lucy Bronze, I added some of these, and those, whatever they are. And yeah. I’m proud of it. She now looks a little less crime documentary-ie”

I laughed as I walked passed Georgia who was complaining about Leah’s poster of her.

“Y/N look at this. So this is my picture, I went with, everything you can see, that’s really nice and quite truthful about Leah” Before she then reached over to grab hers that was on the table as Leah was cutting something out.

“No no I’m not done!” Leah protested making me laugh slightly, “I’ve got to rearrange things”

“Leah’s altering it because I wasn’t very satisfied. I got devil horns” She moaned looking between the camera and myself, I let out a laugh and nodded crossing my arms.

“I think that’s quite cool” Leah argued, nobody else would be able to but just from the way she avoided eye contact with me I could tell something was up.

“Yeah it’s cool but… I give her, a tiara.” She told me expecting me to tell my girlfriend off, to which I just shook my head patting Georgia on the back twice.

“I mean you’re not exactly an angel on the pitch Stanners” I laughed as I walked back to my work bench, where Ellie had leaned against it and started talking to me, we were just talking about going for food tomorrow but with the hushed tone and the closeness I could see where Leah came from when she stood up, dusting her hands off and walking out of the room.

I looked at Georgia with a frown asking her what’s up, to which she shook her head and nodded toward the door where the blonde had just left.

After dusting my own hands off and grabbing my shirt again, I excused myself and followed after her, I searched the first corridor not seeing any sign of her, as I pulled my shirt over my head.

But spotted her when I turned the next, she was leaning against the wall in a sort of squat position with her hands on her knees looking down.

“What’s up?” I asked walking over to which she looked up and me before standing up straight, I tried to make out the look on her face but I couldn’t.

“Nothing, Y/N” She shook her head going to walk past me when I stopped her placing a hand on her chest.

“Leah.”

“I’m sick of this.” She blurted out, to which I looked at her as she motioned between the two of us, my heart sinking.

“What?” I asked trying to keep my voice steady, as I now crossed my arms, swallowing hard.

“This, the sneaking around, the secrecy” She sighed, looking down.

“Leah…” I whispered before taking a deep breath and looking up at her again trying to be strong, “Do you wanna break up?”

“No! No god no.” She looked at me with wide eyes, to which I let out an audible breath I didn’t realise I was holding, “I just. I don’t wanna hide this anymore. I can’t sit there and be quiet when people are saying things like that about you”

“They were only joking Leah” I smirked at her jealousy, trying to hide the grin on my face.

“I didn’t find it funny.” She argued, “I wanna tell them.”

“Are you sure?” I asked with an almost wince, as I looked into her bright blue eyes.

“I’ve been sure since the game against Japan, I wanted to run over and kiss you when you scored with that bicycle kick.” She smirked, a goal I’d never live down, and never be able to recreate. I smiled slightly at her proud face.

Letting out a small sigh smoothing out my ponytail, and swallowing hard, “Yeah… yeah okay”

With that she finally let a small smile wash over her features as she pulled me into a kiss, her lips soft against mine as I felt her hands go under my shirt and against my abdomen, trailing down. One of my hands was on her cheek as the other placed itself on the small of her back.

“Don’t be shy” I rolled my eyes sarcastically, making her take her hands from my stomach. With a smile I placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Now come on before Georgia decides to do her own poster” I laughed taking her hand in mine and kissing the back of it as we walked.

A/N:

Only a short one but here you go 🤗

[slippinninque]

✨📱Kiss me Through the Phone 📱✨

Fontaine x black!fem!reader

Warnings/content: fluff, cursing, mentions of smoking/weed, long fic. Black!Fem!Reader, ramblings

He treated his phone like the tool it was. There were few apps for entertainment, and the necessary apps to stay updated on what was going on in his streets.

Fontaine was never one for taking pictures until he met you. Now he has a nice collections of you on his phone.

Particularly, there is a folder of photos in his phone dedicated to your stuffed face. You turned full hamster when you were hungry and he thought it was adorable. This is top secret.

You have a folder of photos in your phone dedicated to catching him sleeping during movies. From cozy shots of him latched on to you like a giant octopus to the bent neck, open mouthed snooze. What started off as a cache of evidence became an absolute delight. This was also top secret.

Fontaine didn't save many numbers. Due to his business, the less information he made available the better. You swore his memory was his super power.

The first picture you ever sent Fontaine he'd swore he would get framed. It was purposely unflattering with an expression he didn't think your pretty face could make. It was sent to him by mistake but made him nearly choke on his '40 and he knew then he needed more of you.

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A little bit of sun was all the Glen needed for it's parks to come alive with get-togethers and hang-outs. That was the whole reason you and your girls were out in the first place, looking to get some warmth before the heat vanished again,

You were sitting close to each other sharing whispers and smoke. It was a lovely day though the breeze was relentless. Fontaine was already unzipping his jacket when you shivered for the umpteenth time.

The sight of him was poetic. Leaning up a bit just to whip his jacket over your shoulder, the sun taking it's place immediately with delicacy. Fontaine's face was soft at least enough for his golds to glimmer between full lips.

He was gilded in the setting sun as he stepped a bit closer to zip you properly into the jacket. You felt like you were staring, but you couldn't look away.

"There we go," he grinned at you as he passed the blunt to you and resetting your brain, "Wear it better than me."

"Better stop before this hoodie come up missing." You took a puff and laughed a bit,

"Y'know how clothes just be adventuring off on their own..."

"Is that so? You wanna takin' down my number so you can let a nigga know if his thermals come knocking at your door?"

"Your-your weed is good, so I suppose I'll be neighborly."

He laughed and you couldn't even feel the full thrush of embarrassment at your fumbling. You could only shake your head at yourself as you handed over your phone.

Fontaine typed in his number and you traded the blunt for your phone. He didn't save it at first and you added him to your contacts with the quickness.

Just as you always did, first thing that came to mind--

Sunglow.

Quickly after that you keep you eyes to your keyboard as you sent Fontaine a wave with a smiley face.

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You jerked awake, hearing hard knocking and loud voices seeping in through your cracked window.

Heart pounding as you stared up at the ceiling, you scrambled for your phone to see it was well past midnight. The TV was still going from when you fell asleep on the couch, but it wasn't enough to drown out the slurring call of your name.

Clutching your throw blanket, you swallowed as much of your panic as possible. It was your neighbor, drunk again and "confused" despite it being the third time this month.

As much as you tried to be understanding, it made you more than uncomfortable. The man was all grins and half-apologetic in the daytime, insisting that their front doors were nearly twins despite there being 3 houses between them. His roommates thought it was funny and made a few comments about how you even resembled his ex.

He even asked what the issue was with letting him linger until he sobers up enough to go home.

The next knocks were thunderous and got you out of bed. You weren't keen on opening the door or even speaking to him, it would only make it worse...

Tearing up as you heard the stumbling and nonsense filter through your door, you chewed your lip as you slowly typed out a text.

[Are you up?]

You winced. It sounded so dirty to you at the moment but you were scared and tired--

The sound of your ringer startled you enough to answer.

"Um, hi, sorry." You crept to your room in the dark, afraid to turn on the lights, "Did-Did I wake you?"

Fontaine made a soft noise, "Ain't doin' shit but runnin' to the store. What's got you up so late?"

You struggled for words for a moment but hissed when the banging came again. This time it sounded like he was hitting the front room's window.

"What the fuck is that?"

Fontaine's tone broke you, a sob stuttering out as you told him everything. You curled up and tried to make sense but a headache was beginning to grow.

"I'm comin', sweet heart, I'm on my way." Fontaine's voice was soothing in his promise, "Stay on the phone with me."

"Okay, 'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Just keep listening to me, you hear me? 'M on my way."

Fontaine's voice flowing through that little speaker was your life raft. You did as you were told, listening to the sound of him getting into his car and driving.

Your neighbor went quiet and it knowing where he was was worse. Imagining him stalking around the perimeter of your home, looking for things to "accidentally" break, ways into your home, would he do something to your car? In the dark feeling small, you quietly hoped that there were no red lights to keep Fontaine long.

The call ended and before your panic to dwell to hysteria, there was commotion from outside your house.

There was hollering and another terrible clattering noise. Running back into the living room, you peeked through the blinds with shaky hands.

Fontaine had your neighbor on the ground, bent up and yelping next to your overturned trash can. You could only see the back of him as he wrangled your neighbor.

You felt rooted to the spot, watching from somewhere else as you watched the terror that's been stealing your peace get the ragdoll treatment. Fontaine tossed him here and there, his voice furious and low.

Fontaine hauled your neighbor up enough to walk him down the street and out of sight. Still shaking, you took a seat on the couch and tried to pull yourself together.

You aren't sure how long you say there with anxiety eating away at your stomach. When your phone rang again, you hurried to answer.

"Hello, hi..."

"C'mon to the door, it's okay now."

You peeled yourself off the couch and went to the door, flinging it open but still unable to look him in the face. He was wearing only sweats and a grey long sleeved shirt. Quietly letting him in, you couldn't stop the tears when they returned.

Fontaine told you that he made absolutely sure that your neighbor knew what his porch looked like. You could only imagine what he meant by that.

"Don't cry anymore, you're okay now," Fontaine came near you, hand hovering your shoulders in a mimic of touch. You leaned forward until you could feel the softness of his shirt.

"You did good, I'm glad you let me know. Promise he ain't gonna bother you anymore, trust thayt."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you asked if he would mind staying until morning. Fontaine cupped your face and ran his thumbs along your stinging cheeks.

"Of course."

He went toward the couch but you pulled lightly, leading him to your bedroom. Fontaine was quiet and you still sniffled as you crawled into bed. You only had to look at him and Fontaine hurried to follow.

Cuddled close and worn out, your nerves cooled enough for exhaustion to wander in.

"You can always call me. Just know that, yeah? If you're scared....call me. Don't matter what it is, I'm gonna be there."

Grateful, you could only nod again. Fontaine's hand splayed along your back and to the sound of his steady heartbeat, sleep finally came back for you.

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"It's probably somewhere in the car," you said to Fontaine as you searched your bag, "I think I left my lip chap anyway."

Fontaine paused in searching himself and pockets to give you a grateful nod.

" 'Preciate you."

You tossed a wink over your shoulder, turning to jog the short distance between the porch and Fontaine's car. He stayed behind, sorting the grocery bags more comfortably to key into the house.

The car was still unlocked and you whipped out your cell, dialing Fontaine's phone to hone in on its hiding spot.

I'll be your groupie, baby (oh whoa)

'Cause you are my superstar (ha, superstar, yeah)

No way. You nearly knocked your head trying to look beneath the driver's seat. Legs nearly hanging out the car as you laid as flat as you could. You were cheek to seat as you scrabbled beneath the seat, the song playing on.

I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph

Sign it right here on my heart (I'll be)

Pushing aside some loose change and grabbing Fontaine's phone, you went to decline your call when your eyes caught on the screen.

My Baby

The big softie, giving you butterflies and he isn't even near you. Wriggling and utterly smitten, you couldn't believe how much you liked this man.

Fontaine gave you such shit for having a crush, but then he goes and lets his homies hear your favorite song every time you call.

Grabbing carmex from the cupholder you could finally wriggle out of the car. Closing the door, you turned and saw Fontaine had been holding the door waiting for you the entire time.

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Fontaine texted and you sighed, wishing that you could see him in person. Sometimes the phone just wasn't enough.

Your phone vibrated again, the notification sound pinging through the earbud in your ear. Music definitely made the time spent pouring over technical details a bit more managable.

Fontaine's texts were little nuggets of gold you hoarded through the shift. An aimless sort of conversation that didn't make you feel pressured to answer so soon.

He sent you a picture of a stay cat you looked out for, hunched over what looked to be a half of sub sandwich. You sent him a picture of a goose sitting in one of the managerial parking spots at with all the attitude of a Cadillac.

Only you and a few other ladies jumped at the chance for a short shift the following day, but of course it mean sudden overtime. You glowered at the dwindling piles straight tab files and binders.

There were still records to edit and submit. Then a well deserved long-weekend after to look forward to.

Your phone vibrated in your lap, the only safe place for it since your desk turned into a disaster of binders, white-out, and sticky notes.

Sunglow: [come out side]

[I'm not at home remember?]

Sunglow: [never said you were]

You frowned at your phone. What the hell was he talking about?

You jumped when you heard the blare of a horn. It echoed in the empied parking lot and you were sure you aren't the only one who was leaving their desk to check.

Your cubicle had one of the best views of the parking lot and a few streets over, you put your face to the glass at the same time another horn sounded.

In all his glory, Fontaine leaned up against this car with his phone visibly in hand and the other tucked inside to rest on the steering wheel.

Surprised and fumbling back to your cubicle, you managed to dial Fontaine before he tried summoning you again.

"Romeo, Romeo, stop bein' so disruptive!" You hissed into your phone,"Stop honkin' that horn, you're going to wake up the guard!"

"I know you better bring yo' tail down that tower and give me what I came here fo', Juliet."

With only a sheepish grin to offer "mhmmm" and "okay, then, girl" looks you got, you hurried down the stairs while Fontaine grumbled about the integrity of your building's security through your ear.

Smoothing out your cardigan as you exited the building, you were wishing that you wore something a bit more flattering when Fontaine was already meeting you at the double doors.

You went when your hand was pulled and you were hugged by Fontaine as he rested up against the brick wall of your office. It was a little hiding spot that was mainly used by the night shift.

It was the perfect spot to hide away from supervisors and sudden rains.

"You got somethin' for making yo' man wait for so long?" Fontaine asked, keeping a hand at your waist while the other one steadied you by the chin. You chuckled before looking up at him and pursing your lips.

"Mhmm, don't mind if I do..." Fontaine purred and pressed his silky lips against yours.

Sweet and slow. Fontaine took hold of your hands, left them to massage your shoulders, used on hand to settle at the dip of your waist.

"I can't stay down here for too long," you breathed after parting, "Very tempting to hop into that passenger seat, though."

"Give the word, I'll peel out this bitch."

"Oh, I know you will," you laughed and kissed his cheek before pressing yours to his, " 'M happy you came to surprise me. I think I can make it to the end now."

"I aim to please."

The wind blew a bit tougher and you burrowed into him as best you could. He rested his chin on the top of your head, hands locking at the small of your back.

It felt like being set out in the sun to dry. A nice, long stretch after an afternoon nap. Just...good.

"How much longer do you have?" He asked voice quiet. You probably had another five or so minutes.

Shifting around so your phone could be brought up between you, "About this long."

Hitting play, you both listened to Ms. Hill remind you how nothing mattered more than where you wanted to be most.

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ending notes: this felt kinda long lol! thank you soo much for reading! I appreciate every pair of eyes that lands on my writing, it means so much to me! 🥹

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[someoctober]

hey girl are you heat because i am abnormal about yI start over with a dead variable Counting them made my temperature rise With nowhere to send it to, I write down a pitiful soliloquy

Almost like an electric shock, The fear mixes with the blood in your veins From beyond the thick smoke of particulates, A black chain-sickle follows you along Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, Even if I eliminate it, It won't go away

Your throat has long since been swollen The sounds you screamed out were already a bunch of nonsense Above the armchair, A rotten crescent moon is laughing Now Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming To where you are

The people that set fire to the flag of salvation After crying in a loud voice And the skeletons that kiss their collections Then resign, shutting themselves in coffins Say again, "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" "There's something wrong with me" In a whisper

"If only there were an eternal paradise Where everyone could be saved" All the adults speaking of the same thing Had burst the ark they boarded on open The black stars The black stars The black stars The black stars The black stars The black stars The black stars The black stars Are looking at them

A howling ray of light pierces my eyes The bells of parting toll The answer born out of the history built by God Tastes like sand

I start over with a dead variable Counting them made my temperature rise I ask a question to the stars The same color as someone's clear eyes

After we hold hands and love one another, I'll kill the dreams I could never fulfill As your thoughts begin to cease A thermal anomaly appears in your central nervous system It can't be real This can't be real This can't be real This can't be real This is unbearable

Your throat has long since been swollen The sounds you screamed out were already a bunch of nonsense Above the armchair, A rotten crescent moon is laughing Now Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming Something's coming To where you are"

[pinksoullesswench]

Cute, cozy ways to survive winter

- buy a winter-ish tea to warm you up in the morning and the evening. You can also make your own mix (I love cranberry and elderberry)

- take vitamin D3 to boost your mood and prevent seasonal depression

- take beta carotin to have a glowy, tanned skin even without the sunlight

- get a good quality jacket from a material like wool or hemp (eco), and yes, it will cost a lot, but it's worth it. It keeps your warmer than any cheaper jacket and will last longer. A tip from a broke girl: I started to save up money in June. Also I search only in second-hand stores. I also recommend a faux fur. You can already find nice finds for 90€

- few times a week, make yourself a little bath for your feet. After a cold day, pour hot water into a bowl and put some nice bathing salts or etheric oils, I usually do smth that smells like pine trees. Super relaxing and warms your feet ^^

- read winter-ish books. They help to romanticize the cold time and make the season much more special

- get yourself a nice thick pair of socks that you will enjoy wearing during the winter

- dress warm. I have a special thermal set that I always put under my clothes. Avoid wearing jeans, for they will only make you freeze. Wear thick sweaters (I love cashmere, I bought one cheap in a second hand store), or long warm skirts or dresses (they make me feel girly and special during the cold time) remember, when you buy expensive, good quality clothes keep them in natural colors so they're universal and timeless. Remember: the time of cute outfits is over, now we're in the survival mode

- you can add yourself some color with pretty gloves and hats. I love wearing slavic scarves during the winter to honor my heritage

- when buying a shower gel, perfume, shampoo or body lotion peak smells that remind you of winter. I go for mandarine/ orange scents 😊🍊

- drink vitamin c in the morning!!!

- choose a thicker cream for your face, nothing water-based. Your skin needs special care and protection during the winter. I have an acne prone, oily skin, and I still choose thicker creams, so don't be afraid to do the same. My go-to for winter is a levera cream for sensitive skin and a black cumin seed oil. I also like products from PinusVital.

- uv still exists during winter so don't forget a sunscreen!

- decorate your apartment, room or house with winter decor. I'd defiently focus more on winter related things since they will last until March. Christmas things tend to be thrown away much quicker after Christmas. There's so many cute ideas!

- get yourself a sun clock. It's a lamp you put by your bed, which imitates the sunshine. It's especially useful in early mornings since we humans aren't programmed to be waking up in full darkness. It helps to wake up your body :)

- get yourself a bunch of candles and light them in the evening. Element of fire has always been crucial for our ancestors during these trying times

- every single week plan to do something new. It can be finding a new song or new album, going to a restaurant or a coffee shop you've never been to before, learning something new, visiting a place you haven't seen yet, trying out a new recipe, even taking a different rode back from work/school, write a new poem, start a new book, watch a new movie, keep yourself entertained by little things

- out of the same principle, try to redecorate or change placement of furniture from time to time. Our brains get easily bored and especially during winter it can be very depressing. Brains need the change to stay healthy and fit

- especially during cold times, a community is really important. Even if you're an introverted person, it doesn't mean you should stay alone all the time. Humans are social beings, and we need contacts to one another. During winter months and long evenings, loneliness can be very hard. Try looking for a local book club or knitting club or any other club you'd enjoy. Download Bumble BFF it's an app that helps you to find friends! Volunteer at your local senior house or even your local dog shelter. Being constantly alone has literally never done anyone any good.

- burn incenses to boost energies in your household (any time it's needed, of course if you believe in stuff like this :) ) I recommend orange incense (brings luck and happiness)

- spend time outside. During the week I barely have time but every weekend I try to go on a walk possibly out in the nature. Your mental state regulates this way. Just 15 minutes of walk outside each day can boost your mood. Believe me, it comes from a person who struggled a lot with depressions.

- don't forget to eat well. You burn more calories during the winter because your body uses lots of energy to keep itself warm. Eat regular, well-balanced food portions. I love vegetarian food magazines that offer amazing seasonal recipes, so you cook with vegetables and fruits that actually grow during the winter. I think it adds more magic and meaning to the season to cook with seasonal food.

- wake up early. And early can be different for every person, but sleeping in every day is not proven to be healthy. Sleeping in causes chronic diseases, slows down your metabolism, and can cause social problems. Of course, there's nothing wrong with having one slower day, but having a crazy sleeping schedule can get you in sleep debt that will not result in anything productive.

- pick projects you want to accomplish during winter like for example my projects are: learn about local birds and mammals, make a little house in my local forest, learn how to diy fairy houses, learn how to knit :)

❄️Remember that winter time is the time to slow down and relax. Look around at nature and see how everything is seemingly dead and waiting for the spring. Don't worry if you're not being great all the time or constantly achieving new milestones because it's totally fine to calm down after many months of work. I know that the capitalism convinced us that we should always work, no matter what, but I just want you to remember that nature intended otherwise and of you're more tired and sleepy during these months that's totally normal. Just be kind to yourself.❄️

[friendlessghoul]

So.. This was an Ask I received and accidentally deleted, but they were asking about why the titles were describing scenes, were there missing scenes and how could scenes be missing.

I just want to say I'm not exactly an expert in this but I can try and explain best to my knowledge.

(and oh my god this turned out very long)

There's various reasons why silent films have missing footage. One is just due to the film decaying; nitrate film was highly flammable and if not stored properly would get gunky and film would become ruined in parts. Sometimes they were able to save pieces of the film.

The early motion-picture industry primarily used film stock made of nitrocellulose, commonly called nitrate film. This film is flammable and produces its own oxygen supply as it burns. Nitrate fires burn rapidly and cannot be extinguished, as they are capable of burning even under water.[1] Nitrocellulose is also subject to thermal decomposition and hydrolysis, breaking down over time in the presence of high temperatures and moisture. This decaying film stock releases nitrogen oxides that themselves contribute to the decay and make the damaged film burn more easily. Under the right conditions, nitrate film can spontaneously combust. In part because of substantial variability in the manufacturing of early film, considerable uncertainty exists about the circumstances necessary for self-ignition.[1] Sustained temperatures of 100 °F (38 °C) or higher, large quantities of nitrate film, increased humidity, poor ventilation, and aged or decaying film have all been considered risk factors. Most such fires in film archives have taken place in heat waves during summers, in closed facilities with limited ventilation, compounding several of these variables. Especially in confined areas, such fires can result in explosions. (source)

For the life of me I cannot find this next part of information, but *someone* was helping Buster transfer his nitrate films to preserve them to better film (I think that's what it was) that he had and went to some business for help. The guy flipped at them bringing nitrate films inside, and the guy begged him to do it saying something along the lines of- you see that guy out there? That's Buster Keaton and we need to preserve these films. Feeding them through the machines was difficult and slow because it kept clogging up the machines (and I think broke one?). There was also censorship problems. I noticed was with the Arbuckle/Keaton films, Chicago was either really strict or their records were really well kept. (idk) The Rough House - The Chicago Board of Censors cut the scene showing the theft of beads from the film.

Oh Doctor! -The Chicago Board required a cut of the scene where a man is pulling a women's skirt up to her knees.

Coney Island - The Chicago Board of Censors required a cut of a scene with a girl raising her dress above her knee. The original ending was considered racist by the mid-1920s and was cut from the film. Out West - the Chicago Board of Censors required a cut of the scene of arrows in man's back and their removal, man burning back with gas flames, and the shooting of the bartender.

Good Night, Nurse! - (this ones my favorite) - the Chicago Board of Censors cut, in Reel 1, Arbuckle kicking woman, Arbuckle putting foot on woman's posterior, and Arbuckle pulling dress off woman and exposing her figure. (the woman that Roscoe puts his foot on is Buster)

In the instance of Coney Island, we do have copies of both endings. (they're also on the DVDs). Now we have most of these despite the censorships, but that isn't always the case with other films. Moonshine was very fragmented, there were two types, one that was crisp with missing pieces, and a more complete print that was blurry and looks more like a negative. (there's also a lot of title cards which seems unusual to me)

Daydreams is...a mess.. there's still missing pieces of that film. "A restoration effort in 1995 recovered most of the footage, substituting stills and titles to fill the viewer in on the missing scenes." (source)

During that time, they would often describe the entire film in a review (they apparently didn't care about spoilers), which gives us a better idea of what happened in the films. In this case, Daydreams has a missing scene where Buster is working in a hospital.

Hard luck was a lost film until 1987, but even then they didn't have the ending gag that Buster called the greatest laugh-getting scene of his career. It was later discovered in a Russian archive print, I believe they found that in the mid 90s, and it's distorted (as you can see). There's also other instances like with The Navigator. Often they would preview films to audiences in towns to gauge how the film would perform. If it fell flat (like Seven Chances had) they go back and edit or add scenes. With the Navigator there are mentions in reviews of a scene-

"Then I started fixing the leak, but a school of fish came by, all going in the same direction except one poor little fish who tried and tried to cross their track and couldn't. I, seeing its plight, picked up a starfish, put it on my chest, whistled, and held up my hand at the school of fish. They stopped, I motioned the little fish to cross, he swam by, then I turned and signaled the school to pass on. They all went by, and I returned to the leak." (A Filmmakers Life- James Curtis pg 259),

but in screening the film, the audience didn't react well to it, so they cut it (after several screenings, not understanding why it didn't work). But in trailers, they kept that scene because it worked better. And then there were the fires. MGM had a massive vault fire (1965), as did Fox (1937) (among many others)

The Cameraman was at one point considered a lost film, destroyed in the 1965 MGM vault fire. However, a complete print was discovered in Paris in 1968.[19] Another print, of much higher quality, although missing some footage, was discovered in 1991.[19] The two prints were combined into a version which now is available. (source)

Another case with The Cameraman was- MGM writing department used the film to train new writers as a "perfectly constructed comedy" for decades, even wearing out their print.

There's also stuff about copyright laws (not getting into that), Rohaur, who was trying to preserve Buster's films had to rewrite intertitles, add canned music and alter crucial edits made by buster and his original cutters. (A Filmmakers Life - Curtis pg 616)

SO in ending this..In the beginning of film they didn't know how important these movies would become and they were not exactly taken care of. There are still silent films being discovered in all parts of the world, fragmented, sometimes attached to other films, and in various conditions. There are restoration projects to restore all silent films, and I have seen people raise money to help aid in this. (IBKS accepts donations to help support their nonprofit organization, which includes artifact preservation.)

Uh yeah.. I'm sure this isn't everything, but I hope this helps...

[writingwintermoon]

Fluff Alphabet

(I lost the post where this came from originally, if this looks familiar let me know)

Here's another writing exercise... a fluffy prompt alphabet featuring Boba and Fennec.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When Boba and Fennec first teamed up (before they got his armor back, before they realized their feelings), they would spar and do target practice together, and scheme and discuss plans; they still do that, but with more of an understanding. They're always working on Gotra stuff; they even talk in bed about how to better the Gotra (like, chatting while they're going to bed/getting up, not during anything spicy). They're both acts-of-service focused.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

The first time I watched TBoBF episode 4, I frankly had to rewind to be sure that he didn't say "brains, brawn, and beauty". I'm glad he didn't though, he would want to give Fennec space and would never wish to make her stay if she didn't want to.

Fennec loves how weird and intense Boba is, how driven he is to be a kinder and more noble man than the person she surely met at least once in the past. She is charmed by his hardheadedness--it's always arresting to find someone who makes you go, damn, they're worse than me. She is appreciative that he saved her life, but the moment they flew away from the Palace in the ship, she knew that she could totally rely on him, that they shared something even deeper than a life debt. She loves how he sighs resignedly at her pushing his buttons (literally and metaphorically), she loves knowing that he absolutely has her back too, and she saw the swagger he had the moment he put his armor back on: she had to calm herself. She definitely loves his old self-confidence, but is rather charmed by his 'gracious Daimyo' self... and especially the tender side that only she gets to see. She is honored to be treated so gently and reverently.

Boba looooooves tough ladies... I'd consider his conversation with Koska to be Mandalorian Flirting, and of course in RotJ he gives Boushh the ol' "wassup girl" nod after the thermal detonator ultimatum. I bet that he's had a crush on Fennec for years because she's an ace shot, a keen businesswoman, AND fine as hell. He loves how sensible, practical, but slightly hedonistic she is, he loves her smirk smile... he had to catch his breath the first time he saw her with her hair down. He loves how completely on board she is with his ridiculous plans, he loves trusting her to rein him in.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Fennec acts sensible, and grounds Boba with her demands that he take care of himself--to eat, to not climb inside a dead monster, etc... she'll set a hand on his and remind him that she isn't going to leave.

Boba is less good with his words when Fennec is upset, but is steadfast and tries to do what she does for him. He'll save her every time, until he himself is dead.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Boba probably does dream of officially making Fennec his Queen, getting a second throne and all... maybe formally adopting a couple of the Mods. Really setting himself up to love and be beloved by his town and family... like, I'm thinking some end of RotJ happy family shit, some end of Return of the King, Arwen and Aragorn presiding over a new age shit!

I really don't know if Fennec would even let herself consider something so normal, so safe... but whatever her dreams are, Boba is at her side. She has finally met someone who feels right.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

They are both hardheaded independents, and can be set in their ways, but Boba relies on Fennec's wisdom more than he may even admit to her. He will do anything that she asks, and knows that she trusts him too.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It would take a lot for either one of them to actually feel betrayed. If there were some kind of silly misunderstanding I feel like there would be the silent treatment, the businesslike cold shoulder, but hopefully amended quickly, ideally in Shakespearean comedic fashion.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Fennec takes a minute to believe that Boba didn't just save her life so that she'd be indebted to him; but once she understands that, she takes it to heart to show him loyalty almost because of that lack of expectation. When Boba finally understands that she's staying by his side not out of obligation but out of love, he can't help but cry with joy.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think Fennec probably knows just about everything about Boba's past, maybe even more than he does. He isn't exactly forthcoming, but is ready to explain as things come up. We as the audience still don't really know shit about Fennec, so I think Boba cherishes every detail he learns. As far as Gotra business is concerned, they are 100% on the same page, and can communicate not quite telepathically, but certainly by eyebrow.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Both--obviously Boba saved Fennec's life, but that kind of seems to have been the will of the Force that he was close by enough to have seen the flash charges. Fennec also helped Boba remember who he is.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Boba can be considered to have flirted with Koska, and Cara calls him by just his first name, so I'm thinking that he may have picked up a thing or two from Lando and can be smooth when he tries. Maybe this method didn't work on Fennec, and she prefers his intense poetic banished prince horse girl bullshit. She thinks him flirting is funny, like a party trick. She loves when he flirts with other tough ladies--and they both know that he does so for business reasons, and that they are one another's main priority.

Fennec sometimes will be overcome with a need for attention, and sit on Boba's lap in the cockpit or drag him up to her bedchamber away from prying eyes. She knows she has to tell him with words, but she wants him to know that she needs him as much as he needs her.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I can't decide when their first kiss happens... there are so many delicious options: later that night after Boba asks Fennec to become the first member of his gotra, maybe after they see Din speed away from Cobb with Boba's armor, sometime before Tython, on Tython while Din is going through the RC's remains, on Morak anytime, in the cockpit anytime, after letting Din taunt Gideon, before storming the Arcataz, after storming the Arcataz, on the throne of the Palace after their great success... maybe even after solidifying Boba's rule, and Fennec feels safe in allowing herself that affection, allowing their relationship to be seen by others as something more than just business.

Whenever it happens, it's a romantic and meaningful time. They both finally feel safe to express their feelings.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would feel natural--they realize they have been in love for a long time, and for once had to put words to it... it would either be in an insanely dire situation (think Anakin and Padmé on Geonosis, or Leia and Han in the carbon freezing chamber), or it would be at the most ordinary time, like at dinner or something. <3

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Author's Note: I literally said "holy shit" out loud to myself watching TBoBF Ep 4; his business proposal sounded so much like a marriage proposal that I almost expected Fennec to say something about it. (I recommend this fic: "The Question" by @sharkariaria, https://archiveofourown.org/works/37272115 for exploring that idea!)

I like the sort of "Emma" conclusion where they both realize that the other is the only one, and if it happens in canon that's kind of how I see it going down... I would love for some Shakespearean or Austenic comedic situation, but surely Boba would try to be extremely romantical and poetic... Fennec would roll her eyes, smiling, and say "shut up and kiss me". Their marriage would be like their Daimyoship, egalitarian and unconventional.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

As far as I can tell, just the thrill of trusting someone with their first name is plenty... but I really want to hear Boba call Fennec "my Queen", maybe even just in private.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

They both try not to be obvious, but everybody else figures it out even before they do.

Fennec's love language is acts of service... making sure Boba is respected as Daimyo, making sure he eats, making sure he's sleeping well...

Boba has written a shitload of poetry for/about Fennec which may or may not ever get to see the light of day, he's the epitome of 'if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more'. He also strikes me as the gift-giving type.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Fennec is very sensitive about the concept of the Daimyo's dignity and doesn't want to show the people that Boba has any weaknesses (i.e. his feelings for her). Boba understands this, but around friends isn't shy to let his smile linger on hers. They are both not shy at all about bragging about their business partnership, but the Venn diagram of what is business and what is their lives is a circle here.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

They are both very practical, and they have both been through so much... Boba absolutely wants to have something worth protecting in his life.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Fennec tries to maintain the facade of being "just the Daimyo's guard", but when they're alone, Boba is unabashedly romantic with her. Fennec tries to play it cool but she secretly loves being the subject of his courtly love.

Even cliché stuff seems creative with these two hardened hunters... Give me banter. Give me a hand touch with eye contact. GIVE ME THE ANIDALA MEADOW PICNIC SCENE BUT WITH BOBA AND FENNEC AND THE RANCOR.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

They believe in one another 100%. Fennec thought Boba's plan sounded crazy, but only he could think of such an idea, so she was on board. He knew that her intimidating presence alone would help his cause, and it does.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

There's no such thing as "everyday life" in the Outer Rim, so they find a lot of solace in the ordinary with one another...

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

They are both very private, mysterious people, but they definitely understand one another. They have both grown a lot as people since teaming up, and again I am assuming that they've met at least once in the past, so they both understand that the other has also grown. Fennec is really proud of Boba's turn.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It started out as a business partnership--a very important and personal business partnership, mind you--but by the end of TBoBF, the business partnership is the life partnership is the love partnership is their lives.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Even though the Daimyo has many comfy robes at his disposal, Boba gives Fennec Jango's old blue shirt to wear as pajamas... he wanted to give her something personal of his to show the depth of his affection, and he likes feeling the fabric as they cuddle.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, they are both very affectionate. Boba is a huge cuddler. Fennec loves feeling him relax when she's the big spoon, knowing that he feels safe with her. She also loves for Boba to run his fingers through her hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

They both know about hardship, and surely they could cope if it were for business reasons, but they really haven't been apart other than during missions since they have teamed up. They're kind of inseparable. Boba certainly has had enough of being alone... and Fennec is probably worried he'll get into trouble without her.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Absolutely, they both are. They've both put their lives in the others' hands, and Boba brought her back to life on the off chance she'd agree to help get his ship back! The both depend on one another, and would do anything for the other.

[bogkeep]

i am used to long travel times by car or train, but i very rarely go on long flights (you'd be surprised how far you can get within 2-3 hours in europe), so getting to watch movies on a plane is a very fun and novel experience to me. it also presents a very good opportunity for me to watch them, because there is not much else to do and i HAVE to sit there for several hours anyway!! it's perfect!!! my flights also had a pretty good catalogue too, even if it got shaved down when i filtered by closed captions availability.

ANYWAY here's all the movies i watched on my trip

The Batman - i liked it, i think it did a good job of capturing the droopy depressed vibe thst i remember from an animated batman show i watched as a kid (not the most known one but one just called the batman i think????). creepy And wet. made a respectable attempt at being critical of cops and letting the antagonist have a point but i felt very "sweetie you're So close to getting it." alas it's a big franchise superhero movie so like. of course it won't say acab

Blue Thermal - sports anime movie about glider planes! the pacing was weird and i wish they had included more scenes of the protagonist actually flying and not just telling us about it, but i enjoyed the vibes. very immersive experience to watch on a plane

The Croods: A New Age - I BARELY GOT HALFWAY AND THE NEXT FLIGHT DIDN'T HAVE IT. TRAGIC. i was actually having a lot of fun with it, i do enjoy caricatures of Those Neighbours That Are So Much Better Than You In Every Way. it's fun to see what overly specific details get portrayed. also appreciate the Girl Friendship. i hope i can finish watching it sometime :')

the new thor movie uhh love and thunder something - i gave up maybe not even a third in. it was unbearable. i just wanted some easily digestible entertainment but the new flight catalogue had less options and i was like, i'll give this a go, i liked ragnarok. but no. it was unwatchable to me. not even the inclusion of norway saved it for me. actually that probably made it worse - it makes sense to have an american spelling and pronounciation of Åsgard!! but having to hear them say asgard asgard asgard repeatedly in the middle of tønsberg (was it real tønsberg? was it cgi tønsberg?) was just too much, in addition to make a constant mockery of norse mythology. bye

Mortal Engines - now THIS was a lot more fun. i know zero things about the books it was based on, but i thoroughly enjoyed how extremely YA the world-building and the character interactions were. like it was genuinely endearing to me!! this movie was also a very immersive experience to watch on a plane. honestly the most pleasant surprise out of all the movies i tried i was just so stoked about big scary city with a maw like a literal metaphor

Pitch Perfect 3 - uuuhhh i liked the singing? "i brought a cup" was my favourite joke from it. maybe the only joke that made me feel anything at all. had more US military propaganda (ew) and fight choreography (nice) than i expected.

started a rewatch of mitchells vs the machines for the last hour of the flight. it's a banger obviously

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"Wakeup Call (Part 2 of 3)"

[Pepper Potts x Friday Stark]

Contains: Fattening.

(part 1)

As Friday Stark was busy imagining her boss plumping up on fudge, Pepper turned, and drew out a chair, plopping her big butt down with a heavy grunt and eying the spread. The redhead eyed the sausages first, and grabbed her fork

Friday moaned just loud enough to make Pepper look up from her 12 little sausages. Four stabbed in a stack on her fork, halfway to her mouth (for expedience sake, the redhead was very busy, and had a lot of breakfast to get through.) Mouth open, hunched over her plate. Pepper asked: "You okay? Some kinda glitch? Need me to have Richards take a look at you?" In place of Tony, who was no longer with them, the pair had begun to rely on Reed Richards to maintain Friday, the only person they knew (Besides hank, but Pepper didn't trust Hank) smart enough to mess with Friday. Friday was a learning AI, and whatever she'd been when Tony made her, she was developing her own thoughts, her own ideas, her own feelings...her own desires now. But still, in a post Ultron world, the last thing anyone needed was a rogue AI doing anything crazy. Pepper respected Friday, as a person, a real sentient being. Reed was more like her...doctor. Primary Care Physician. "Sorry, it's nothing." Friday said. Beaming at Pepper, who took the time to look at her watch and squint at the pitch black sky outside, New york glittering in the background. Friday was an extremely intelligent AI, and as overworked as Pepper was, she relied on her like any other assistant, to keep time, and make breakfast, and Pepper would never doubt her. Friday was flawlessly competent. But it certainly felt too early. Did new york even have daylight savings time? Pepper took a massive gulp noting that her coffee was rich and sweet today. "Oh my gosh it barely tastes like coffee, it's delicious." Pepper said, before gulping again, nearly draining the gigantic 32oz thermal cup. "Bhuurrrrp. Mfff." Pepper let out a hot wet belch that made all of Friday's processes stand still for a second, before immediatly stuffing the long awaited sausages into her mouth...all at once. Friday kept smiling painfully, terrified of the noise she'd make if she tried to speak. Pepper proceeded to chew with her mouth half open like a slob. It was just the girls this morning, no reason to be polite, Friday was a friend. Friday's eyes bugged as Pepper's throat bulged swallowing the mass of greasy meat without completely mashing them up, and immediately going in for more. Pepper wasn't even cutting them, just shoveling down all twelve finger sized sausage links before draining the last of her mug. Friday tilted her head a little to get a better angle, and her thin stiff smile (while pretty) was verging on robotic as she continued to try and act like she COULDN'T see Pepper's belly under the table, slowly pushing its way over the overstretched sleep pants, and growing bigger with each gulp and bite.

Huuurrrrp. Mmmf. You know, you're right, I think I need more fuel for my workouts later. Good idea upping the calorie count." Pepper nodded, squeezing half a bottle of syrup over her waffles, until it drowned the 9 high stack. Pepper rested her forearms against the table, knife and fork held aloft. "Can I get a refill?" Pepper asked politely nodding to her mug. "You know I need more energy, it feels like I can barely get through my morning workouts you know? Those protein powders and shakes aren't enough. This? This is the real fuel." The redhead nodded pointing her fork to her absolutely loaded plate of strawberries, three hash browns, 9 waffles, and a can of whipped cream (it was easier than making her boss get up, although she did miss watching Pep waddle back and forth between the fridge and the table everytime she wanted more cream for her breakfast). A slender, Ironman esq bot took Pepper's mug, and refilled it. The hot steamy drink dispensed from the digital dispenser filled the room with sweet chocolate. The soft plops of the Bot dropping one..two...three...four sugar cubes... Pepper frowned, a forkful of waffle jammed into her mouth and bulging out of her cheek. Wait was that five plops? "How many cubes is he..." Pepper started to turn and Friday panicked. Without thinking she rushed over to the table and bent low...really low...pointing to the can of sprinkles...and subtly increasing her bust size as her chest hovered just in front of Pepper's face. Pepper was found herself frowning directly into a pair of huge, magenta double d cup tits. Pushing against the neck of Friday's simulated clothes, they were pushed up into a plump, hard to ignore cleavage. "Did you see that the sprinkles are little spidey faces? Parker industries made some kind of liscencing deal with the web head and they've got a cereal and sprinkles and cake toppers and all kinds of stuff now." Friday blurted. Pepper swallowed hard. She stared only for a second before glancing away. But the image of Friday's massive, plump, heaving artificials was burned into her mind's eye. In embarrassment she began to turn as pink as Friday. And a little warm in the lap. She'd sworn she'd never look at another man the way she looked at Tony after he died....but Friday on the other hand... With a thump the coffee was set next to her. A motorized whir or two and the Robot began to walk back out of the room. Friday stood up, her tits shrinking slowly to their normal size so as not to arouse suspicion. Pepper folded a whole waffle in half pinned it like a taco with her fork,and began to take huge awkward bites as she attempted to ignore the thought of a real,physical, tangible Friday looming over her, pink hands on her pale shoulders, that insane cleavage just above her head: smirking at her.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Pepper turned even pinker and began to glut herself without thinking. It was only natural, she decided, spraying her breakfast in sugary whipped cream, and emptying a little whipped cream into her mouth directly from the nozzle, that Friday, who literally cared for her, cooked and cleaned for her, and spent every minute of her day with Pepper, might start to elicit some kind of affection in Pepper.

But Friday was an AI. A person? And Pepper was straight. Never had thoughts toward a girl before now. She wasn't gay, right? Not for a robot. Friday watched, her processes sluggish and feeling fuzzy. Staring openly as Pepper began to mindlessly eat like a slob. Too lost in thought to notice her own belching. To notice she was packing eggs in with strawberries, and chasing it with a hashbrown before she'd even finished chewing. Like she was in a race to get all of her breakfast in her belly as fast as possible. And why not? Friday thought innocently, Ms. Potts had a big day ahead of her. After her morning nap, she had to go work out, then three meetings, and then Lunch at Noon. If Ms. Potts wasn't feeling her morning workout, she could always reschedule it for later in the day. And if Ms. Potts was too tired to do it later. They could always order in: Pizza for dinner. Pepper loved Pizza.

Friday and Pepper were so lost in thought, neither of them noticed Pepper literally pick up the plate and slurp up the remaining crumbs and syrup with her face. It wasn't until the third lick, when she felt the hot syrip drizzle on her fat left boob, that Pepper snapped out of her stuffing....

(Part 3)

[goatatemynametag]

No but this singular moment is why Return of the Jedi is my favorite Star Wars movie.

I will NEVER forget the feeling of pure excitement and joy upon learning that it was the girl doing badass shit. Because it was the first time I ever saw something like that in a movie.

Every other movie I had seen up until that point always had the female protagonist in a dress. They were always pretty. They were always perfectly feminine while saving the day or supporting the hero.

Every other movie I had seen up until this point would have NEVER allowed the princess character to go undercover in the big bad's hideout, to threaten everyone with a thermal bomb, to wear freaking pants and completely hide the fact that she was a woman, a girl.

Princess Leia taking off her mask in this moment told me two things: 1) girls can be the big damn heroes and 2) it's ok to not look like a girl. And the second point was so so so impactful to tomboy me as a kid. She was still a girl but she didn't look like a girl. It was the first time I saw a female hero and I wanted to be her, unequivocally. Her femininity did not define her in this moment. It was the first time I saw "hero who happens to be a girl" and not "girl who happens to be a hero".

CARRIE FISHER and HARRISON FORD as LEIA ORGANA and HAN SOLO STAR WARS: EPISODE VI - RETURN OF THE JEDI 1983 | dir. Richard Marquand

[doublel680]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Old Navy Long-Sleeve Thermal-Knit T-Shirt for Girls.

[pitchdarkhook]

STAR RAIL PASS. ☆ @renjisei

✩ . — Taking the cable car up towards the Overworld, the little girl had settled on a seat. Hook clutched onto her possessions closely as restless legs dangled from front to back. Honeyed eyes gazed downwards in excitement, within her grasps was a rustic thermal container, two cups and a cloth bag filled with goodies of her choice ( cat-shaped cookies, cat-shaped bread, cat-shaped candies— cat-shaped everything! ).

After gaining access to the surface, Hook had ventured almost everywhere; learning many new things, meeting new people and exploring every building that she came across. She even managed to meet Old Goethe and became friends with him rather quickly due to her outgoing nature. Talking to him often allowed her to discover many things for the first time, including a drink called "tea".

As soon as the vehicle reached the station, Hook hopped off and made her way to the Goethe Hotel. The little girl had saved up just enough pocket money to purchase a portion of their special afternoon tea.

❝ One set of afternoon tea— with extra honey! Oh, and could you pour the tea into this container please? ❞

She ordered with much enthusiasm and within a short while, her order was completed. Hook grabbed the container and rushed off, without delay.

Reaching the outskirts, she treaded into the outlying snow plains of Belobog and proceeded to look around the abandoned houses. She had a good feeling that he would be around here again, just like last time when they had met— and Pitch-Dark Hook the Great was never one to doubt her gut feelings!

Yellow hues scanned around the area, in search of the person she was looking for. And amidst the large canvas of white, was a dark figure, his red eyes stood out in the bleakness of this landscape.

❝ Big Brother! It's you again, Hook knew you'd be here— my gut told me so! ❞ She trudged through the snow hastily, her smile widened upon being able to meet him again. As soon as she reached him, the girl let out a pompous chuckle.

❝ Ehehe— ! Pitch-Dark Hook the Great has brought some more goodies! This time, I brought tea. Uncle Goethe told me that it is made from tea leaves, spices and lemon! I asked for extra honey because I like things sweet— ❞ She trailed off for a second, ❝ Anyway, I've got all day! Let's hang out and chat! ❞

[a-place-for-stupid-things]

Concept Dump 3

9:00pm Somewhere in the Slums of Neon City.

Her door was open, in fact, it wasn't on its hinges anymore.

Someone had found her, her heart was racing as she was contemplating whether to run or face the music.

She chose the latter, because if they found her here, they'd find her anywhere.

She scanned her apartment using her drones, nothing.

There was nothing inside, all her security systems, code, everything broken into, defeated and for good measure the intruder decided to just break down her door.

The thing that pissed her off was that from the recordings of the break in, was that all it took was a single kick on her door, immediately bypassing all her electronic countermeasures.

Occam's razor. She should've expected it, thought about that first. But when you have a security system that puts mega corps to shame, you don't really think about that.

10:30pm

She had been waiting, scanning the net, police, criminal, everything for signs. There were none.

Who did this? Was she safe? It was late, curfew in effect.

The Oni had been terrorizing the corps in the city, the bombing of Oracle ltd. and the distributions of their "Singularity Program." was just icing on the cake at that point.

She had been following his activities around the world, hacking comms and cameras, creating websites because she was fascinated by him, The Oni.

The Only thing she hated about the Oni was the curfews were because of him, now she couldn't get takeout from her favourite ramen shop.

She now resolved to return back to her home, it had her stuff, and it had been long enough.

11:30pm

Outside her door she assessed the damage. A single kick broke the lock, this was enough to open the door immediately and get in, it didn't even trigger her alarm because she was so used to electronic attacks.

Then for good measure the intruder removed the door from its hinges even looking at her hidden camera.

How?! The camera was small, hidden, and yet he knew.

Then finally as a flex the intruder just cracked all her electronic defense measures, even adding documentations as to how he did it.

"Arrogant bastard" She would mutter under her breath.

"I am, aren't I."

He was still inside her house. But she searched every nook and cranny with her drones and scanners. Nothing came up, IR, UV, Thermal, Bio. Nothing.

Hear heart was in her throat, she was panicking, was this how she died?

"Your pizza is cold, and your taste is shit. Really anchovies? Atleast add other topics to compliment them, or do you like the fishy taste mixing with the carboard cheese of Doctor Joes?"

He was mocking her.

"Look at me when I am talking to you, Sophia Newman."

He knew her name. She turned to face the man and to her surprise it was none other than the Oni himself.

"Good girl." the Oni said looking her over "You and your friends have been stalking me, and it is annoying."

Was the Oni about to kill her? Fear became excitement, she knew she shouldn't feel so excited but then, she had been following the oni for nearly a year, and now he was here in front of her. She was giddy.

"Tsk." The Oni noticed her change of demeanour and while annoyed he was also amused at this sudden change, it wasn't unexpected just incredibly weird.

"Try not to fangirl too much with the proposition I am going to give you INK."

INK nodded her head a bit too eagerly and her glasses came flying off much to her shock and the Oni's amusement.

"Right." The Oni said chuckling "Look, while I dislike you for stalking me and creating that god awful website for weebs and shitters, I know just what you're capable of."

The Oni moved closer to her. Her heart was beating rapidly.

"You saved my life and identity after that mistake in Aurora. You wiped the footage, all of it. Thank you." He said, the normally robotic and partly distorted voice that usually came from the Oni was normal, sincere.

She was screaming internally, this was too much she was overloading.

"I want to ask if you'd like to enter a partnership, after all I am pretty sure you know who I am at this point, and I could use a skilled hacker assistant, I have been following your work."

OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH.

The Oni would sigh "I think I may have been too forward with you Sophia, I should have known you'd act like this. After all, we've been classmates for years now."

"WHAT?!" INK would blurt out shocked, confused, flustered, the Oni was her classmate?

"I'll leave it a that because I am sure you heard me, you have been hanging onto my words after all." He said smugly "Here, when you put yourself together contact me."

Her Dataslate would ping, she would recieve a new contact. When she looked up there was a dissipating cloud of black smoke, the Oni was gone.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Thoughts raced in Sophia's head, the Oni was her classmate, but who?

She would resolve to figure things out, but first she needed to 1. Contact the Oni when she calmed down, and 2. Fix her door and security by incorporating the Oni's suggestions.

[innocenthedgehog]

...Okay we're just going to ignore the fact it's now Sunday.

First thing people notice about Lana is either how built she is, or the enormous white coat she always wears. Sierra's spent at least two scenes so far just kind of staring at her muscular shoulders move up and down and wanting to touch them lmao. Lana also has a distinctive tattoo sleeve of entwined snakes on her left arm, but she almost always has it covered. Sierra's first description of her:

And with each snippet of consciousness, I saw the girl standing over me. She was tall, at least from that angle, with a fraying blonde braid, a nose like a chunk of marble, shoulders so wide I could have landed my Cessna on them. But despite her apparent solidity, she stumbled with each lilt of the boat and kept slapping the wall to brace herself against the waves.

Most noticeable thing about Sierra is the thigh-high boots she always wears. She has a bunch of different pairs with different patterns. The pair she's wearing when Lana rescues her are cow-print, and that combined with the way she tries to hip-shoot with a hunting rifle (she is not very smart) has earned her the nickname Cowgirl. Excerpt from first meeting (CW blood):

I don’t know what I was expecting when I ran to save this girl. Perhaps to dramatically pluck her from the sinking yacht seconds before her feet touched the water like this was one of her plays. Perhaps to find her waiting for me, a single strand of her scarlet hair loose from its tail, silver eyeshadow smudged by the whirling snow but still glittering in the starlight. Ridiculous, of course. But I did not, for whatever reason, expect the wilted body lying on the deck in front of me. I did not expect to see her face bleached swan-white by hypothermia, or the bloated gash across her bottom lip, or those ridiculous cow-print boots squelching with blood and river water. I did not expect to be the one to peel off her sodden trench coat, lift her like a sack of tubers, and dump her in a thermal blanket.

Thanks for the tag! Hopefully I'll remember to actually do it on Thursday next time lol

Blorbo Blursday #1

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