#so I just know this scene will be so chilling ..

[rotapathetic]

˒ 𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑩𝐎 .ᐟ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 showing you off to his friends ..

giddy puppy behavior ༦ ⬭ rambling ༦ ⬭ himbo introduction ༦ ⬭

he bit his knuckle, turning you around in a spin. “wooh,” he squealed. you giggled at his reaction. “okay, you’ve seen the outfit. can we go in now?”

rafe begged you to twin with him for your guys’ outfits. when you said yes, he couldn’t have ran faster to his closet to grab clothes of his for you. “you know i want you in my clothes all the time now right? i love your outfits and all, but i like this more. way more. i feel like i have to get something of yours on my body now. how about your name tatted? i’m down.”

you gently swatted his arm. “you’re not doing that. you already took a bunch of pictures of me, how much more staring do you need?” you slightly tugged up rafe’s pants you were wearing. he made a funny noise and you looked up to see the silliest smile on his face. “you’re so small, my stuff don’t even fit. how about we ditch this and just stay home while you model my clothes for me?”

you fixed him with a look, “later, rafe. your friends are here, don’t you want to see them?”

“no,” he immediately answered. you grabbed his belt to step closer, peering up at him. “yes, you do,” rafe nodded absentmindedly. “yes, i do.”

you smiled. “great,” you grabbed his hand, walking through the door. when rafe spotted his friends, he pulled them into a bro hug, turning to you. “here she is,” rafe smiled. you bit back a smirk at his bluntness.

“right, i know you. you’re all over rafe’s instagram. didn’t believe him when he said he met someone, then i saw picture proof,” the guy said. “’m kelsey. i know you met topper,” he gestured to the boy beside him. you nodded, giving topper a smile.

“guys, look,” rafe said, bringing a hand up to his head, then down to yours, measuring the height difference. “is she my mini me or what?”

kelsey laughed, noticing your outfits. “oh, shoot. who’s idea was this? actually, do i even have to ask?”

rafe shrugged, “she lets me do silly things with her. isn’t she great? and she looks great in my clothes, i can’t compete. she even let me take pictures. not gonna post them though, those are mine. why were you looking at her on my instagram?” rafe realized at the end of his sentence.

kelsey threw his hands up, “that stuff is public, bro, chill out. you were talking about how great she is. .” he changed the subject, knowing rafe gets distracted easily, especially when it comes to bragging about you.

“oh, right. she even likes my kiddish hobbies. she plays my favorite games with me and lets me be first player. and when we’re watching a movie and i don’t understand it, she explains it like a pro. it’s like she made the movie,” he said adoringly.

“and when i scraped myself doing a flip for her the other day, she patched me up. i told her she should be a medic and even tried to call the hospital to sign her up, but they said that’s not how that works. they don’t deserve her talent anyway.”

you glanced away shyly when you realized he was just going on and on, rafe’s friends listening intently.

“and she’s so pretty, i’m always taking pictures of her. she lets me take her pictures to post, too. all the dudes looking at her stuff don’t know i’m the one behind the camera. i get behind the scenes, they just look at a screen.”

rafe absentmindedly grabbed you, wrapping an arm around you from behind, “’s like people should find partners like her, but there’s no one like her. it’s unfortunate, but fortunate for me. no one would even come close. . ’s great.”

topper frowned, “way to make me feel good about being single, bro.”

rafe gripped your face with his ringed hand, smiling down at you. “yeah, i don’t care.”

[skygemspeaks]

marvel universe dashboard simulator: spideytorch ship war edition

🤟 spideyparktorchtruther Follow

🕷️ spideyslut22468

god i'm so fucking tired of hearing about johnny fucking storm's love life. it's always spideytorch this, stormparker that, and now i have to deal with this new monstrosity of a ship? have we considered maybe leaving them alone? these are real ass people, why are you even shipping them anyways? go find some anime twinks to thirst over

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🧟 avgnwyrkr Follow

so anyways i still haven't stopped thinking about that one tiktok where the person saw spider-man chilling eating a hot dog one day and went up to him to ask him what he thought about peter parker and it was so obvious the person was trying to start some drama or whatever but instead spidey just apparently went on for like ten minutes about how awesome peter parker is and how good he is at photography and how smart he is and how they've been friends for like ten years

guys, what if we've been wrong all along? what if spidey really isn't in love with johnny? what if he's in love with peter instead?

😏 shutterbugsupremacy Follow

that's what i've been saying!! i mean guys? peter parker is LITERALLY the only photographer that spidey ever allows to get proper photos of him? he's been taking photos of spidey since he was in high school! he literally put out a photobook that was entirely pictures of spider-man.

🕷️ spideyslut22468

y'all are reaching so hard i'm surprised you haven't pulled a muscle. if parker was really in love with spidey would he have sold his pictures to a newspaper that does nothing but slander spider-man's good name? from what i've heard, jjj pays parker pretty well for his spider-man photos. he's not taking pictures of spidey out of love or anything, it's all just for money. same with the book. he's a sellout.

😏 shutterbugsupremacy Follow

hey man, we all gotta eat somehow, and spidey has said in the past that he doesn't care about parker working for the bugle. also, see above about the video where spidey talks about how awesome parker is. maybe you need to cool your jets, yeah?

🕷️ spideyslut22468

spider-man has been friends with johnny storm literally since the fantastic four came onto the superhero scene, obviously he's gonna play nice when asked about his best friend's long-term boyfriend regardless of how he actually feels about parker. y'all are just looking for signs where there aren't any.

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🥰 stormparkerownsmysoul

look, i know that we've all had our differences in the past, but let us not think about what sets us apart, but rather what brings us all together.

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❎ superheroshipbrackets

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❤️‍🔥 spideytorchendgame Follow

me talking to anyone that will listen about my theory that peter parker is just a beard for johnny storm to help keep his actual relationship with spider-man a secret

❤️‍🔥 spideytorchendgame Follow

like guys just hear me out okay? spider-man obviously wouldn't want his real identity to be well known to the public, and publicly dating johnny would put him at constant risk of being found out. so that's why they have johnny fake date peter parker! he's the perfect candidate! i mean, we all know he has ties to, like, a ridiculous number of superheroes. he's worked for both reed richards and tony stark, and people have snapped pics of him hanging out with captain america and deadpool. he's even been spotted with daredevil and daredevil hates everyone! so him dating johnny wouldn't really put him at any more danger of being targeted by villains than he was already in. and what's in it for peter? i mean, he gets to live in the baxter building (he probably has his own secret apartment and doesn't actually live with johnny) and probably gets a bunch of expensive gifts and stuff to compensate for all the shit he has to put up with for being johnny's partner.

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[tired-o-fighter]

Wayne family adventures ep 156 spoilers below the cut

Another 5am reading for me aomslmwlmwj

LOOOOK AT DAMIAN STANDING NEXT TO HIM WITH SO MUCH PRIDE WAAAAH

So like this is EVERYTHING ACTUALLY

Like the fighting first high five is ABSOLUTELY adorable. Also the death joke is absolutely perfect sojnanospina this legit feels like a scene from a fic it’s absolutely adorable

I absolutely adore this actually. Alfred and Bruce are just fucking perfect sl,spksk; and these three’s FACE of the face is absolutely everything. And they get away with it because of COURSE they do.

So like this panel gave me CHILLS. Like god how fucking amazing can one single expression be? Cass’s face her eyes. You can see she’s absolutely terrified of her own thoughts, of what they mean. But she also knows why she’s thinking them. This is without a doubt the most amazing way this panel could’ve possibly been drawn and it’s no doubt one of my favorites in the whole series

THEY’RE SIBLINGSSSSSS. I LOVE DAMIAN AND CASS WAAAAAAAH ALSO DAMIAN HAS GROWN SO FUCKING MUCH I LOVE HIM AND I LOVE THEIR ENERGY TOGETHER WE NEED MORE OF THEM BEING SIBLINGS I KOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH

GO STEPH!!! I love this so much i can’t. She’s so AAAAAAAAAA

Ok ao like i know they’re not gonna kill joker i know i fucking get it but like… i wish she would, or someone else would. Like ik they’re won’t an i know why they won’t but i legit really fucking wish they would. Cuz like aaaaaaa-

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 42 part one

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Welcome to the Storeroom

We are all so justifiably fond of this episode for its wonderful staircase scene and undershirt scene that it's easy to forget that it mostly consists of an endless scene of dudes standing around talking and making faces while a woman kills herself for the sake of the plot. So, I'm here to go over it in excruciating detail! Let's go!

We pick up where the last episode left off, with Lan Xichen demanding access to Jin Guangyao's bedroom because he wants head. A head. Nie Mingjue's head. Jin Guangyao isn't as compliant as usual, with all these extra people coming to join the party, and Su She runs up and says that Gusu Lan is rude.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen react to him like he's a gross bug, and Wei Wuxian roasts him for copying Lan Wangji all the time.

Jin Guangyao tells him to chill and then, having failed to charm his way out of the situation in the previous episode, says that he'll let everyone in as a favor to Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen is still not charmed.

Everybody walks through the cool magic mirror into a giant storeroom where his wife is standing with her eyes closed, doing absolutely nothing. Lan Xichen asks what's up with that and Jin Guangyao says she likes to come into the treasure room to look at all their stuff. Which might be convincing if she wasn't obviously magically enthralled.

(More after the cut!)

Everyone casts their eyes around awkwardly because they don't want to know about whatever freaky shit JGY and Qin Su get up to in private. Except Wei Wuxian, who always wants to know about everyone's freaky shit. He goes and takes a long look at her and walks around her in a circle wondering (on voiceover) why JGY didn't kill her or move her somewhere else.

He tries to talk to her, since she seems pretty much dead, which makes her his idea of a fun hang. Su She says that he must have come in here to talk to her. Remember, WWX is pretending to be Mo Xuanyu, and the show is pretending that Mo Xuanyu was heterosexual, and JGY is pretending that MXY got kicked out for sexually harassing Qin Su.

Nobody says "hey dude, what the fuck is wrong with your wife, why is she frozen" which is weird considering that even the corpses in this show are active and chatty. Wei Wuxian goes to look for Nie Mingjue's head in the place it was before. It's not there and he doesn't think to look anywhere else, even though there is another warded curtain on the other side. Fucking ADHD.

What he finds instead is a dagger, which Jin Guangyao takes out and flourishes. He tells us the following things about this dagger:

It used to belong to Wen Ruohan, then he gave it to Wen Qing

It has killed countless people

It's resentful energy is very strong, which is why it needs a talisman curtain in front of it, although waving it around in a room full of people is fine

It's very sharp! This is always funny to me, when sword cultivators hype up the sharpness of a blade. Like, surely someone as rich as Jin Guangyao has a dude on his staff whose entire job is sharpening all the things?

5. When you look at it, you don't see your reflection, but the reflection of someone it has killed. The VFX department clearly didn't get that note, because while he says this, his own reflection is showing on the blade of the dagger.

He doesn't mention whether Wen Qing used this dagger to do surgery on Wei Wuxian, but I'd like to think it is, just for funsies.

Jin Guangyao holds it out in front of him within easy reach of his suddenly-awake wife. Qin Su grabs it and plunges it into the right side of her abdomen, and dies INSTANTLY.

So, I know we're going for stylized death here, and I wouldn't object if she had done the traditional cdrama neck-cut where you spin around in a circle with a sword at your throat and then die with a little fake blood on your neck. It's cool and just the type of ridiculous that I like to see. It also is a trope that is deeply ingrained in both western and eastern cinema: a cut to the neck will kill you instantly.

There's another equally-popular trope, however: a gut injury or gunshot will NOT kill you quickly. There is a reason Samurai committing seppuku need a second person to lop off their head; otherwise they die slowly. How slowly? I tried to look that up and google got very insistent about telling me about suicide hotlines instead of answering my question. Anyway, what I'm saying is that it's ridiculous for her to die instantly from a stomach wound, and it's extra annoying because so many women in this show die just so men can have feelings about it. Ugh.

Nobody tries to help her, other than JGY telling her to wake up and Lan Xichen checking her Qi. Nobody thinks of, like, a bandage. How are any of these idiots still alive after years of sparring with blades? Maybe they really don't sharpen anything.

Everyone stands around reacting silently for the next several minutes while Jin Guangyao frantically asks a bunch of questions he already knows the answers to. Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang run in and also start reacting.

This scene is like watching an acting class called "reaction faces 101."

Su She transferred in via drop/add from the Eyebrow Work seminar.

Lan Wangji is working on an advanced thesis in minimalism

The prof is getting ready to tell Jin Ling he should consider changing majors.

Jiang Cheng out here ruining the curve for the rest of the class.

Lan Xichen gives a quick recap for them of the previous 41 episodes, finishing up by saying that the sword spirit looks like Baxia. Nie Huaisang asks if the body is Da Ge, and promptly "faints" when Lan Xichen confirms it. Lan Xichen goes back to recapping while Jin Guangyao pretends not to know what's up. Everyone in this scene is speeking as slowly as humanly possible and all of the dialogue is just recapping shit we already know.

Su She talks about how it's puzzling that Lan Wangji, who is righteous and stuck-up, is spending all of his time with a notorious ho like Mo Xuanyu.

Jin Guangyao (FINALLY) draws his sword on Wei Wuxian, only to have it blocked by Lan Wangji. Su She starts to draw his sword but Lan Wangji tells him to stop, and he does.

More reaction faces. *Yawn*

Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji to step aside, taking the opportunity to feel his shoulder muscle. Su She promptly lunges and Wei Wuxian dodges. All those years months of fighting with a flute instead of a sword made him very good at ducking.

He spins around and grabs the nearest sword, drawing it and fighting Su She with it. Conveniently, the nearest sword is Suibian, which nobody can open except him. He already opened it once in paperman form, so Jin Guangyao probably put it in an easy-to-grab location for this same purpose.

Jin Guangyao hollers that Yiling Laozu has returned to the world. He took a movement class last semester so he switches which is his forward shoulder to emphasise his shock.

Nie Huaisang wakes up and acts like he doesn't know what's going on. Jin Ling doesn't understand why Zidian didn't work, if he's really posessing Mo Xuanyu. Jin Guangyao drops some exposition to explain how the sacrificing curse works. Now everybody is pointing swords at thim, while exposition continues….endlessly. We get it, the sword is sealed. For fuck's sake, we're 16 minutes into this episode and only two things have happened.

Jin Guangyao takes a swing at Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji blocks it, and then WWX blasts them with an annoying-sparkles talisman, which works against 8 armed cultivators, just like it worked against Wen Chao and his gang way back in the old days when they tried to catch Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian run out of the room together, to find a crowd of around 25 cultivators, which is probably meant to represent an army.

Lan Wangji clamps his hand onto Wei Wuxian's wrist and jumps over the cultivators with him, even though we've seen evidence that Wei Wuxian's lightness skills (the jumping-around part of kung fu stunts) are almost as good as Lan Wangji's, core or no core. Admittedly Wei Wuxian can't just fly into a scene from outer space like Lan Wangji seems to do from time to time.

Back in the storeroom Su She asks JGY if they should chase after them - WHY would you even need to ask that? - and JGY says to chase them. So Su She leaves, by himself, while everyone else just stands around doing nothing. Way to act like you didn't already know about Mo Xuanyu being Wei Wuxian, guys.

Jin Guangyao takes an opportunity to masterfully guilt trip Jin Ling about being fooled by Wei Wuxian, "no wonder you took the murderer of your parents as a friend."

The cultivators near the steps finally decide to chase Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, who are halfway down the big staircase. Lan Wangji keeps ahold of Wei Wuxian's wrist as they run down the stairs together.

Why aren't they just jumping down the stairs? Lan Wangji is capable of hovering in the air while playing a guqin in battle; surely he can jump over a second group of cultivators? This isn't a very logical scene but that's ok, because it's setting things up for one of the best scenes in the show....which I'll cover in the next post. *shakes fist at Tumblr's 30-image limit*

[noirsdoll]

-> pretty please? part four

all aboard! | the dinner party | room for three | nothing even matters

pairing: curly / wife!reader / jimmy

words: 4.0k

tags: referenced rape, anal sex (m/m), oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), missionary (f/m), curly and reader are married with two kids, anya and reader are 'friends', jimmy went to prison, references of jimmy's abuse towards anya, tiny feet mention, homophobia and use of the f slur, plot with porn, cheating, world's worst polycule, omniscient cucking

notes: i was stuck on that last scene for like. two months LMAO sorry this took so long omg no one asked for this but i need to make their lives worse idk. also wrote some more anya in here. curly's #1 antagonist is his bisexuality

read it on ao3

Curly is wrong.

He’s been wrong in arguments— you tell him as much. It’s easier that way. You’re right, he’s wrong, that way things stay stagnant. You don’t blow up at him and he doesn’t have to do anything he regrets.

He and Jimmy are in the backseat of the car, a five-seater to fit the whole family. Curly’s used to squeezing in the back with the kids because you don’t trust Jimmy near them. He understands. You’re right, he’s wrong— there’s no point in a fight. 

But he’s never felt wrong.

Curly hiccups, his face flushed with alcohol. Jimmy, startlingly sober, is sitting next to him. Jimmy’s feet are propped up against the back of the front seat, smearing dirt from his ratty sneakers. It’s so dark outside that Curly can hardly see anything.

The kids are inside sleeping; the pair are parked in the driveway, only recently back from the bar. This is the only time you let them both leave together. You don’t yell, you just sigh, well, because there’s no point in a fight. 

Jimmy doesn’t hold hands and doesn’t say anything that isn’t concealed in fifty layers of snark. He is unfeeling and unattached, yet Curly is so drawn to him. Moth to flame, gun to his head, does it matter anymore?

Here, they are in the dark and hidden. Here, Curly is free to sin. 

Jimmy uses his teeth more than his lips. He leaves marks because he knows you won’t say anything. You know what’s happening here just as much as Curly is pretending he doesn’t. He’s crowded against the car door, broad expanses of chubby muscle and big tits like a girl.

Jimmy plays with them like they really are tits, flicking his nipple and biting down on one hard enough to make Curly cry out, tears beading on his waterline. He even fucking cries like a girl. Jimmy doesn’t even need to say it— Curly is thinking it.

Perhaps he is a girl. You made him your bitch, going so far as to parade him around to the former crew like a trophy, perfectly situated at your feet.

Jimmy digs his unclipped fingernails into Curly’s flesh, fatty muscle spilling past his fingers. His pants are bunched around his thighs, his knees are bent and shoved up to his chest, situated awkwardly on the seats. 

Jimmy clicks open a bottle of lube. The only reason he has one is because Curly begged him to buy some— and if Curly were walking too funny to fuck you properly, you probably wouldn’t feed Jimmy for the following month. 

It’s cold as Jimmy drizzles it down Curly’s balls and his ass, he catches it with his fingers before it soils the car seat. He shudders at the chill, preparing for when Jimmy pushes in. 

There’s no prep and no room to breathe, Curly hates this. It’s painful. Unforgiving. It feels like a punishment. Maybe it should be, Curly finds himself more and more at home with that thought. He should be punished for wanting this. 

One hand shoots up to press flat against the window, his body instinctively trying to squirm away from that first push, the one that aches the most. It never seems to hurt for Jimmy. All he can see is the shadow of Jimmy’s hair and the glint of his smug grin as he nestles his hips flush against Curly’s ass. 

Jimmy fucks mean and rough, fogging up the windows and making Curly feel like nothing. His cock sits uselessly against his stomach, balls heavy and begging for release. You don’t let him cum if you’re mad at him, and you’re always angry at him for something or another. Jimmy lets him orgasm if Curly can get himself there. 

Jimmy’s nicer than you are, Curly finds. Ever since that day, you seem to have a fucking vendetta against him, like he cheated on you and not the other way around. This thing, between him and Jimmy, isn’t even sex, not really. 

If it were, you’d hold it over his head like everything else. Look, honey, you’d say to the kids, Daddy’s a faggot. That’s why they never do it in the house, Curly makes sure of that. He doesn’t want his kids to know about this; he’s supposed to be a man. Men don’t do this.

Jimmy pulls out to cum on Curly’s tongue, it drips down his chin. He spits in Curly’s mouth too for extra measure, finishing off the pretty picture. He swallows it all down.

He didn’t get to cum.

You fucking hate coffee.

You stare down at your crappy cappuccino and then longingly across the table at Anya’s earl grey latte. Anya asked to hang out and Curly was off today, so you agreed. Before departing the hell hole you called home, you made sure to leave a sticky note on the coffee table with thoroughly detailed instructions on how to make baby formula and change diapers. You’d figured she’d be better conversation than your one-year-old.

Anya’s glowing: the type of woman who’s pretty without makeup and treats it like an option. She's wearing a ribbed dull-colored turtleneck. Her hair is long, straightened, and ends at the small of her back. To think, two years ago, you were both on the Tulpar’s twilight cruise.

“How are you doing now, Anya? How’s med school?” You ask with a tight smile.

She brightened up more at that if it was even possible. “Oh, it’s so exciting! I got an internship at a lab, and I’m helping to make mRNA vaccines. The interesting thing about mRNA viruses is that there’s a new strain every year…”

You tune her out, drinking your coffee and pretending not to hate it. It’s giving you a migraine. Anya has money, albeit less now due to student loans, and she looks so irrefutably happy. She’s not waking up at random hours of the night to feed a baby that looks nothing like her husband, she’s not finding new stretch marks every other week, and she’s not constantly mentally exhausted.

“...and yeah, it’s a small job, but it makes me feel part of a bigger picture, y’know?”

“Yeah, completely.” The coffee leaves a film in your mouth that you can’t quite swallow down. That’s what you get for ordering coffee in a tea shop.

She reaches across the table to grab your hand, and you can’t help but glance down at the simple band of silver wrapped around her ring finger. Anya pulls back with a soft laugh. “You’ve noticed! Yeah, he proposed a handful of weeks ago. It's no big deal, really,” she pauses, clearing her throat. “Enough about me. How are you?”

You shrug. “Same old. My eldest just learned how to walk and now he wants to run everywhere. Can’t get a hold of him long enough to feed him.”

Her eyes light up. “I should come over some time! I bet they look just like you, wonderful face and all.”

You smile and agree. You might pass her off to Jimmy to see if all that therapy’s been doing its job. Anya doesn’t know that her beloved Captain paid off Jimmy’s bail so he can suck his dick right at home— no need for a conjugal visit. You wonder if that will sour any opinions on Pony Express’s best.

Eventually, your little play date ends. Anya leaves with a wave and sets off into the dazzling afternoon, a smattering of earth tones and a fluttering maxi skirt.

You rub your eyes with a sigh. It’s time to go back to the kids.

You return to Jimmy on that god-awful couch, watching sports on the TV. You’re used to that—not your kid perched on Jimmy’s knee and playing with him. He’s a mix of you and Curly, thick blond curls with your eyes.

“Dada!” Your kid squeals, giggling as Jimmy tickles his stomach.

Jimmy glances at you and snickers. “You hearing this guy?”

You swallow down your anger. God, not in front of the kid, not in front of the kid. It’s not his fault. He doesn’t know that Curly’s his dad. Jimmy’s a deadbeat who’s always hanging around here, so it’s no wonder he got confused. Curly’s off working most days. You can remedy this later.

“Where’s Grant?”

He gestures with his head down the hall. “He’s feeding the baby.”

You ruffle your kid’s hair and kiss his forehead, uneasy about leaving him with Jimmy, but you have bigger fish to fry. Walking into your baby’s room, you find Curly standing there, holding the bottle up to your baby. 

He sees you and his face melts with relief. “Ah, there you are. I’m not sure, no, I don’t know how to do this.” Curly offers both the baby and bottle and you take them.

“Why’d you leave Jimmy alone with our son?” You ask flatly. You’re glancing down at your baby. His features are close enough to Jimmy’s to make you sick.

“I figured he’s got it. He’s been living with us for over a year now, he must’ve picked up some of it—”

Your glare shuts him up. “One thing, Grant. I asked you for one thing.” You sigh, trying not to let your emotions wash over your baby. You read somewhere that they sense that sort of thing. “Could you get his dick out of your mouth long enough to think for yourself?”

Curly’s hands itch at his sides, but you know he won’t hit you when you’re holding his baby, even if said baby looks nothing like him. You continue. “I left you a step-by-step list. What, do you need an instructional video too? His formula is too cold.”

Curly’s forehead creases in a myriad of frown lines. He’s just standing there and pouting. “I read the instructions. They never said to warm anything—I’m trying, okay? I want to be a good father!”

You scoff, appalled. “Oh, you want to be a father all of a sudden? Our kid just called Jimmy his dad, so go to the living room and make fucking sense of that.”

Curly bristles, but he leaves, all six feet of him wilting into a dejected heap. It’s like that pose is muscle memory to him, so perfectly trained into his nature.

“Useless fag,” you mutter, loud enough to make sure Curly hears it.

Jimmy’s got the beloved Captain tonguing his balls in a bar bathroom.

You’re the everpresent cuck in this relationship, whether you know that or not, you know that they fuck at this bar, you know that Curly’s busy getting hard for a man that isn’t you and you just let it happen.

Jimmy thinks you have bad stamina. What, you lost your energy to fight the good fight? To preserve the tranquility of your marriage? You got raped once and you lost your spine. 

He should’ve done it earlier, he should’ve done it on the Tulpar. He should have broken you down early so you weren’t such a fucking nuisance. You have too much of an ego to press charges. Anya didn’t, that’s why she has all his fucking money. Because she was enough of a little bitch to cry on camera and smear his name with loads of filthy shit that didn’t fucking happen.

Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t need to want for anything any longer when Curly’s always there to foot the bill and spread his legs for him. Jimmy’s living the dream.

Jimmy doesn’t even care for the sex all that much. It’s a fat load of work to make himself cum—he just likes the way Curly looks with his lips stretched over his balls and seeing his cock hang there unattended and flush with shame.

Curly’s the one with his knees on the dirty tiles, close enough that Jimmy could dunk his head in the urinal and make him lick a cake. He’d fucking like it, if the way his cock is drooling pre has anything to say about it.

Curly wraps a hand around it, his big mitts almost making his dick look small. He pumps it eagerly, squeezing near the tip, treating it too well for what Jimmy thinks he deserves. 

Jimmy presses a shoe up against the underside of Curly’s dick, pushing it against his stomach and soiling a wet spot on his shirt. The soles of his shoes are filthy; he thinks he stepped in dog shit on the way here. Curly doesn’t care, panting around Jimmy’s sack as he continues. 

He rocks his foot back and forth, knowing it hurts. Jimmy couldn’t care less. The dumb Captain can’t even tell the difference, it seems. Curly cums all over himself, staining his shirt. 

Jimmy adds to it, stroking his cock alongside Curly’s mouth as his cum lands on Curly’s thick eyelashes, dribbling down the underside of his shaft. Curly licks it all up. What a fucking faggot. 

Curly stands up, shakily pulling up his pants and examining his ruined shirt with a frown. He’s gonna have to walk out of this bar with this mess all over him. Gonna be hard to hide that, huh?

Curly tries to lean in for a kiss, but Jimmy turns his head. Curly just had Jimmy’s balls in his mouth for the last ten minutes—he’s not interested in finding out what that tastes like. Also, Jimmy doesn’t kiss.  Well, he does, but only when you can see. 

He only does it because you hate it. 

You’re trying to get some sleep after the exhausting day you had. The kids are finally in bed and you’ve barely had enough energy to eat a proper dinner today. Motherhood fucking sucks. You knew it would be hard, but you didn’t expect this. 

Your back always hurts and your feet ache from constantly being kept on them. You’re usually chasing after your oldest to try and get him to strapped into his high chair for dinner or worrying that your baby isn’t latching onto your nipple right. It’s a full-time job and out of the three adults in the house, you’re the only one fulfilling it. 

So when you wake up in the middle of the night to Curly’s entire body weight pinning you down to the mattress, you’re pissed. You can tell he’s drunk because he's burning up, hot enough to raise the global temperature by a couple of degrees. 

“Grant,” you push at his shoulder, but he’s too busy muttering nothing into the crook of your neck. With no response, you shove again. “Grant, can you get off of me?”

“Baby, honey, sweetheart,” he purrs against you. Your breath hitches. 

“Grant?” You ask again, more inquisitive. You can’t help being a little concerned. All that time sucking Jimmy’s dick must’ve given him a lobotomy at this point.

He sits up, his arms on either side of you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, if you were sorry you wouldn’t come home at the ass crack of dawn.” You wrinkle your nose. “God, you reek of beer.”

Curly shakes his head, taking your hand and pressing the palm flat against his chest. Through the thick muscle, you can’t exactly feel his heartbeat, but he stares down at you as if you can, pupils blown wide in the darkness. 

He tugs your hand up until it’s framing his neck, close enough to wrap around his throat and squeeze. “I’m sorry. I wanna be good. I want you—,” he swallows, closing his eyes and sighing. “I want you to think I’m good.”

Curly’s hair falls over his eyes. He takes your hand off of you, kissing your wrist, down your forearm, his warm breath curling over your skin and erupting goosebumps. 

“Grant, what the fuck are you doing?” He’s just babbling now. Does he think this half-assed apology is gonna work on you?

He sits up and kisses your fingertips, one by one. He kicks the blanket off of you, kissing along your exposed stomach, maneuvering his way down until he’s hunched at the foot of the bed. Curly pressed his mouth onto your panties, right over your cunt. You feel his tongue on you through the fabric. 

His arms wrap around your thighs and he continues. You can feel your panties get soaked with slick and his spit. You watch in tempered shock as he hooks the material to the side and delves into your pussy.

It’s pleasant and not half-bad for being done in a drunken stupor. To be fair, you’ve trained him to eat it the way you like it. If he didn’t know how to do it by now, there’d be even greater problems with your marriage.

Yes, you’re aware your marriage has gone to shit. That half-baked plan you cooked up on the Tulpar turned out to be soft-boiled at best. Curly’s too busy warring with his bisexuality to raise his kids and you’re too exhausted to keep Jimmy’s influence away from them.

Pinning the blame on someone has lost all its satisfaction. You’re more interested in making it to the next day, even if it means biting your tongue and letting your husband suck a guy’s dick. Complacency has become your best friend and yelling at Curly for banal things is your side piece.

When you cum, Curly lifts his head from between your legs with a lazy grin. You indulge him and slip your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp. His hands mess with the button of his pants, working them down his hips when you stop him with a foot on his stomach. He sits back on his heels, confused.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” You want to hear him say it. You miss when controlling him was as easy as this, as easy as pills in his coffee and a ring on his finger.

Curly takes your foot in his hand, using it to spread your legs wider and shift his hips closer to yours. “I’m sorry, honey. I want to show I’m sorry.”

You make an unimpressed noise. If he wants it, he’ll have to try harder than that.

“Please. Can I?” He’s like a big dog—you can almost hear his tail flopping eagerly against the mattress.

Look at him, asking for permission. It brings a smile to your face. “Yes, of course, you can.”

Curly fishes deep in his pocket for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on. He lines himself up with you and slides in with a wet sound. His hand loops around your ankle and he fucks you sloppily. 

You melt into the sheets, watching as his grip on you turns desperate. His moans grow jagged and breathless, forming into one unbroken whine that pings off the walls and blooms warmth in your stomach. 

He slides your feet up to press against his chest, pulling your thighs together and ushering him in deeper, fucking your guts. Curly’s head ducks down and he kisses the pad of your toes. They’re freshly manicured because he loves to pay for it, though it often feels like a gift to him rather than to you. 

“You like it?” You ask, much too content with the gentle rocking of his hips, humping you at a loving tempo. 

Curly moans around your foot, nodding as his tongue darts out to lick your toes and his eyes roll back. Your cunt throbs. You’re a little off put by just how much he likes your feet—but this marriage has been a marathon stretch of appealing to his fetishes. First the dresses, then his humiliation, now this.

He lets go of your ankle, setting it down gently and giving him space to work above you. When he leans over you, rubbing your clit, an idea sparks in your head. You cup his cheek and he takes it and moans into the palm of your hand, eyes glazed over in simplistic pleasure only a man of his caliber can handle.

Curly lifts weights, but all those bar trips with Jimmy are catching up with him. He’s got a little pudge in his belly. It’s just more scalding skin to press against you and it makes you content enough to fall asleep. However, you want to prove a point. 

His cock grinds against your cervix. Curly doesn’t have the energy to pull out enough for a thrust. You moan, the blunt nails of your free hand dragging along his back. Your hips ache with the force of his wanton movements. 

He buries his face in your neck, huffing and whining, warm breath washing over your skin. “Gonna cum—fuck, please, think I’m gonna—,”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, you give his curls a tug to bring him back to Earth. “Didn’t say you could, baby.”

Curly groans then, bordering on animalistic. His hips plow deeper, with more fervor. It’s loud and sloppy to the point where you can hear how wet you are. “Need to—shit, need to. I’m sorry, honey. So, so, sorry,” he cuts himself off with a loud gasp that makes you arch into him. “I need to. Just want to, just once, please.”

You wonder how much of this is him being drunk and how much is not allowing him to cum for weeks. If you let up now, he’ll go soft—softer than he already is. But he’s your husband, and you love him, even if it feels more like a trauma bond now. 

Your neck feels wet, and you realize he’s sobbing, his hips slowing to a torturous cant that makes your thighs shake. Maybe you’re cock drunk, the way you used to be for him, because you let him cum. 

His load follows soon after and he presses his body flat to yours, eager to get every bit of his skin against you. Curly relaxes, the weight of him on you is a comfort you missed. 

You talk him down from his high, mumbling praises, the same ones he gave you that first night on the Tulpar. When he’d first succumbed to you and you’d foolishly believed that would be it. 

You didn’t know enough about him when you made that decision to make him yours—you don’t know much more now, just that this bed is one you’ll have to lay in. For life. 

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling rather than him. “I forgive you, Curly.” Saying that hardly alleviates the pressure in your chest, but it lessens it. 

He looks up at you in shock. “Honey, you don’t have to,” he says. 

You cup his cheek and he leans into you like it’s gravity keeping him tethered. Maybe it is. “You and Jimmy… I don’t want to hear about it or know about it.”

He nods, barely moving an inch, “I won’t tell you.”

His compliance stirs in your stomach. You want it to be a fight—you know what to do when it’s a fight. Now, you just feel lost. Despite your earlier words, you feel the anger in your voice. “It’s cheating.” You struggle to even say the words. “That ring was a commitment to me and you just—,”

He cuts you off. “I didn’t make a commitment to you, honey. I made one to our family,” he whispers into the quiet, sober and soft. 

You purse your lips. It hurts, but it’s what you need to hear. You’d never admit any fault of your own out loud, but you both know it’s there, simmering under everything. The weight of your mistakes built this relationship, Curly’s are the wind that tries to knock down this house of cards.

A part of you wants to be tougher with him, but you’re tired of being tough. You just want to coexist now, inhabit a place where everything is some semblance of normal. 

And maybe you can. If you try hard enough, pretend hard enough, and focus on bringing up your kids right. Maybe that’s what will make it all okay: securing their future. You have to believe it’s true. 

Months later, you receive Anya’s wedding invite. You debate ripping it to shreds.  

[kittynugg]

Hi!! I love your Lil dilemma au! It gives me life! I had a thought about an au of this au where stan got minified to. The idea just makes me laugh because I wonder if he would be as angry as Ford or just more chill about it. I always envisioned stans innocence and maturity getting along.

okay do you know how badly i've wanted to write this ever since BEFORE I STARTED WRITING THE ACTUAL FIC

stan would be so casual and breezy about it, like ford's trying to shove down that childishness and compensate by being sooo adult but stan would just be running around catching bugs and shit he's frolicking in the fields and ford's just constantly having a mini-panic attack

and he'd do it to himself too no doubt like. he'd walk into the living room one morning all tiny and everyone would just be thinking "oh fuck what did he do"

and when ford inevitably asks (for research purposes because now he's going to have to cure both of them) how it happened stan's like "eh i was bored so i went back to the fair'n bought my own fountain of youth water. its whatever"

(or no i actually envision him being so excited that he's shaking he's running around "AAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY IM SO HAPPY FORD LOOK IM LITTLE LIKE YOU WE'RE BOTH LITTLE I HAVEN'T HAD THIS MUCH ENERGY SINCE I TOOK ADDERALL THAT ONE TIME" and dipper's like "what for adhd?" "how did you know" and he glances up and down stan's form just like with his aura of neurodivergence "..just a hunch")

within the first day stan's entirely used to it and he is HAPPY like. this is is life now. and something about him being a kid too gives ford all these unwanted childish urges so melody ends up the parent figure for a while to keep them out of trouble

alas, trouble is what they do best so like one of the first things stan does after leaving the shack for the first time is get arrested

im imagining this whole scene. so stan scampers outside, ford in tow by the hand, they're both snickering with visions of impending pie theft in their minds, and stan heads right for the car. he still has his keys because he didnt sleep with them in his pocket (i figure they'd despawn along with anything else on the adult body's person, only to return upon re-aging)

and ford snaps out of child brain for a second because "Stan, you can't drive, you're two feet tall."

"the car won't know that"

"..."

"Valid."

and stan actually manages to drive the car fairly well considering how fuckimg little he is, until they get pulled over.

blubs asks him for his license and registration. ford is SWEATING. stan casually hands him his driver's license and durland leans over to look

"..looks alright to me!" blubs nods in agreement and tells the two gentlemen in the car to have a nice day

then they get pulled over a SECOND time by two DIFFERENT officers and are taken directly to the police station do not pass go do not collect 200$ just like IMMEDIATELY asked to step out of the car and cuffed

so stan has to call melody to bail them out while ford cries hysterically on the floor

they get grounded for a month

i feel like they'd switch clothes and pretend to be each other a lot and it'd get really fucking annoying for everyone else to a point where every now and then they'd look reallllllly close and count their fingers to make sure they're talking to the twin they think they're talking to

although what with stan's tooth gap (which i think would give him a lisp until he gets used to it) there'd be a clear difference so idk

anyway there's a little thought about it to go with your other thoughts chances are i'll come back to this, thanks a ton for the ask im always happy to ramble

[malfeg]

DR STONE LAST WEEK EPISODE WAS CHILL GOING FOR ME BUT THIS ONE MADE LOSE MY MIND JUST FOR THE SCENES WITH MY FAV

[SPOILER EPISODE 11 SEASON 4 DR STONE]

Let me be lucid about this episode before the evocation of theses frames

The anime dr stone lack of adaption ,something it's just the animated manga without using profit about the animation media. For example the confrontation between "Stanley" and Ryusui/Senku could've been better if Stanley was mute. Plus Stanley's lines were kind of useless in this scene : BRO I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN.

The anime adaptation had so much potential with this confrontation

Now.

Ryusui is one of my fav too (STANXENO AND SENKU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES)

JUST DAWN LOOK AT HIM ,BRO CAN NAVIGATE A BOAT AND FLY A PLANE ? Ryusui is so flexible

Okay now MY POOKIE IS HERE ,THE WAY HE'S JUMPING SO HIGH ,BRO IS THE BEST OUT THE BEST

I lost my lungs when I saw him

His outfit is slaying

SMOKING IS ATTRACTIVE ON HIM ,I NEED TO DRAW HIM SO BAD. Stanley is so majestic with his moves and the way he masters the guns

BLINK GONE PAH PAH

YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY A SMOOTH CRIMINAL

(I'm sure him and Xeno listen Michael Jackson's songs)

[stretch-time]

im not gonna beat the disney adult allegations with this post but yknow what i thought it'd be funny

LADS Men if you take them to Disneyland California (Bonus: i force them onto haunted mansion because its my favorite ride evers)

Xavier:

I feel he'd be the most chill person to go to the park with. He doesn't mind waiting in lines if they're not too long and packs the essentials (sunscreen, water bottles, maybe ponchos)

I feel like his favorite rides would be the carousel, the teacup ride (if you don't spin it fast), or tiki room

Would want to try all the snacks. his favorite is either a mickey mouse ice cream bar OR the sourdough bread from California Adventure

(Bonus: Does go on Haunted Mansion, and either A) falls asleep because it's dark or B) at least sorta spooked)

Zayne:

I think would not want to go if its an especially crowded day but would enjoy it otherwise because hes with you :3 also packs the essentials along with some basic first aid stuff just in case

I think his favorite ride would be the disneyland railroad (dont fucking yell at me if its not a ride IT IS TO ME !!!) or the winnie the pooh ride

I think he'll probably eat more healthier snacks/snacks he brought from home, however doesnt say no to a very nice churro :3

(Bonus: He would be kinda freaked out a little bit i think of Haunted Mansion but does like it when its Haunted Mansion Holiday)

Rafayel:

I think he'd be very much excited to go with you!!! wanting to ride all the rides and see all the art. up to you to pack essentials somewhat (of course he brings water bottles)

His favorite ride is definitely the little mermaid ride in california adventure. got scared when you show him a clip of the Ursula animatronic being headless that one time

I think he'd like the beignets. i see him as a beignet person

(Bonus: Would ride Haunted Mansion but is definitely clinging to you for dear life)

Sylus:

Also would want to go when its less crowded. Does pack the essentials too but maybe over the top (maybe too much sunscreen bottles)

I do think his favorite ride is either the Pirates ride or Haunted Mansion

He's a fancy bitch so i think he'd probably not get a lot of snacks. however won't say no to the carnation cafe for lunch (yummy food is stored in there)

(Bonus: also a haunted mansion fan. Would hold you if you do get scared. would point out the red-eyed raven animatronic and go "look its mephisto :D")

Caleb:

i dont know much about Caleb at this point (hes exploded to me) but i feel he'd be excited to go with you !

His favorite ride is definitely Star Tours. Would be sad about it not being like it was back then (captain rex i miss you everyday)

I think he'd be a Mickey Pretzel or Candy Apple kinda dude. probably moreso candy apple

(Bonus: does go on Haunted Mansion with you. You two break down in the graveyard scene. you count a jumpscare from a gravestone like. 7 times before you start going again. for funny)

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 65

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

No chapter yesterday because I had union meeting things to do in the evening, BUT today I WFH and woke up early to do laundry. It was the perfect time to read a chapter and enjoy some oolong.

This chapter was TOO MUCH.

Let's go chapter 65:

The wind master and I are going through the same thoughts right now. I also immediately thought of the earth masters arrays and began to rethink every scene they were in. p226

Looking back at all of the small details dropped casually is wild. Especially the spy comments between Hua Cheng and He Xuan. p228

Dang, I'm actually so sad that He Xuan kept the real Ming Yi basically the entire time as a prisoner. p229

This balance is intense! Shi Qingxuan having to pretend "ming yi" is their friend while also trying to dodge devious traps. p233

This BBEG battle is a lot! The way He Xuan just snatched the water master's fan like it was nothing! p235

Shi Wudu is finding out. The karma is rebounding today for sure. p237

Okay but I actually agree with Shi Wudu here, the wind master did nothing in this entire situation except exist. Shi Wudu was the one who ruined He Xuan's life. p241

oof. The ultimatums! The choices that He Xuan is giving the bro's is awful. Though the first option left some wiggle room I think. He said anyone in this crowd. I would have chosen to swap with He Xuan; let him have his OG life back. p245

Holy shit what a turn!! Is Shi Wudu about to murder his bro? How did we get here??? p247

WHAT!? WHAT!? HIS HEAD! p250

I see you mxtx. Mhmmm..."tonguing is the fastest way to draw spiritual energy". [side-eyes] p252

Wait a second. Pause everyone. Okay, so. Xie Lian kissed him to get energy for the soul shift. But like, 2 seconds into the attempt, he was like, "yeah I didn't think the shift would work because Shi Qingxuan is dead or mortal now" WHY THE KISS THEN XIE LIAN HMM. p254

I know this is a very serious chapter and incredibly terrible things happened, but also it's a little funny to me that throughout this entire tragedy Pei Ming is jut on the beach doing carpentry. p257

RIP Qi Rong's eyeballs apparently. p259

Xie Lian is so chill about Hua Cheng's involvement. Like, he didn't even blink. just; yeah shit, you are right. Not my business. p260

[Just rests head on the table]

This was too much. I am not so sad about Shi Wudu, that felt like an inevitable end, but I am actually so sad about Shi Qingxuan. I hope at least we get a resolution on that front. Even if it is just us finding out they're dead :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

I gotta take a walk; a rollercoaster of emotions!

[plainandgeneric]

I just watched Nezha 2 and oh my god let me ramble a bit, some spoilers in post!

This movie has reignited my love for this old Chinese animated film 哪吒闹海 (Nezha Conquers the Dragon King 1979) - which is one of the most beautiful, charming, and heartbreaking animated movies I've seen. Long post below:

New fans may have watched Nezha 2 for the novelty, the high box office, the stunning visuals etc, (and the hot characters of course, hello Ao Guang and Shen Gongbao 😳) but my GOD if you are a fan of the 1979 animation or of chinese mythology, it adds SO MUCH MORE CONTEXT. e.g. the "Ao Bing's soul in Nezha's body" look is a reference to the 1979 design of Nezha.

GAH! Nezha's legend is a story about hate, honour, shame, and most importantly rebirth. But since Nezha 2 is a reinvented story inspired by the myths so the context have shifted and oh my god! I have so much to say!

Self-sacrifice is a major theme in both films. 2025 Nezha did it out of grief and love. In the 1979 ver... yeah That Scene. That scene with the sword... holy.... if you've seen it you'd know what I'm talking about. Gives me chills. It's so beautifully animated, the music swells and falls silent...

Although I liked how 2025 Nezha have so much love for his parents but wow, the mix of grief/hate/love/honour/shame of the 1979ver and in the chinese cultural lore is so... tremendously complex in the most wonderful way. (Plus Nezha's lasting hatred for his father even after they both become deities is so strangely cathartic - In his death Nezha has repaid his debt, he has been reborn, no longer the third son of Lijing.) Anyways I'd love to dig deeper into the Investiture of the Gods lore!

If you really liked Nezha 2, please go watch the 1979 animated film (make sure to find one with good visual quality cause the hand drawn 2D animation is STUNNING). It's breathtaking. I will be making art and thinking about this for a while GAH!

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[manguopudding]

someone give my girlie some glasses 🥺🥺

[chloesimaginationthings]

Can you imagine the puppet scene in FNAF 2…

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 6; Profound bond

[lilaccatholic]

Probably SUCH an unpopular opinion except in my little corner of the world, but BOY would Bridgerton so be my thing if it weren't for all the sex scenes

[seagreenstardust]

Anyone still calling late game Katsuki an abuser in 2024 is just not paying attention. Full stop.