#that comic ain’t ever getting finished

[xexedraws]

ok so, nobody warned me about how therapeutic drawing happy radiostatic was gonna be 🥹

[emeraldcity1900]

the history of animation in a nutshell

Early 1900s: hey what if comic strips could like move?

Late 1910s early 1920s hey what if we mashed this up with live action people?

late 1920s: hey what if this thing had sound?

Early to mid 1930s: hey what if this had people actually talking and also color?

late 1930s: hey you know that super cool movie that one lady animated with paper cut out silhouettes? What if we did that with painted cells? Would people even pay to see that? Never mind it turns out the answer is yes.

1940s: ah shit most of our animators got drafted and/or hate us now cause we weren’t paying them. IT’S PROPAGANDA TIME BABY. Also haha hitler got hit with a mallet and also the most racist depictions of Japanese people ever.

1950s to 1960s : oh what’s this newfangled thing? Television? What if you could air cartoons on it? Oh fuck no I ain’t paying that much to get the charecters to have different backgrounds and for the charecters to like, move fluidly. Also manga and anime are steadily growing more popular.

1970s: (Ralph Bakshi walks into a comics store and finds a furry comic) X rated animated movie? *cue the screams of mothers and their unsuspecting children now being introduced to the revolutionary idea that cartoons don’t equal kids stuff? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

1980s to 1990s: we can have full on animated Broadway musicals? Wait, what do you mean animated movies can count for the Oscar’s? What do you mean now they get their own catagory because the academy still thinks their for babies? Anime and manga are taking off in the west. SWEET JESUS WHAT DRUGS ARE THE JAPANESE ON SHOWING THIS SHIT TO KIDS. But also why is it so fucking good. Maybe some of these aren’t even meant for kids? Wait We can sell toys to kids with cartoons? Wait we can actually put effort into these cartoons on television? The fuck to you mean we can animate in 3D now? What do you mean we can have well animated, well written sitcom shows like the simpsons? What do you mean you can make cartoon charecters say fuck? What drugs are creators at Nickelodeon on? Do I even want to know?

2000s: oh my god, there is this one show that I really like cause it’s really well written and genuinely funny but I can’t talk about it because it’s animated and we all know cartoons are for babies right? Oh look it’s the transformers movie, look how far CGI has evolved so we can make the transformers in a movie.

2010s: holy shit I know these shows are for kids but they’re just well written and have so much meaningful things to say about the world. Wait, it’s cool to like cartoons now? They they have fandoms for this? Fuck yeah I’m in. (Enters one of the most notoriously toxic fandoms of all time) THEY HAVE GAY PEOPLE IN THESE SHOWS NOW? AND COMPLEX EMOTIONAL STORYTELLING? AND ADULT ANIMATED SHOWS CAN BE MORE THAN JUST SITCOMS WITH THE SAME JOKES AND STYLE? WHY IS IT THAT EVERY DISNEY CARTOON SINCE GRAVITY FALLS INCLUDE THINGS THAT GET MORE AND MORE FUCKED UP? WHY DO I FUCKING LOVE IT? WHY THE FUCK DID DISNEY DO THE OWL HOUSE DIRTY LIKE THAT?

2020s: I got this show I wanna pitch but it dosen’t fit into any box that the networks want and also I’m afraid that they’ll just randomly cancel it before I can finish the story I want to tell. Wait, I can just post the pilot on my YouTube channel, see if anybody actually likes this thing I made and just make the show independently? FUCK THE NETWORK! I AM THE NETWORK

[purplemagics-blog]

WOLVERINE X READER IS WADE’S TWIN SISTER

(takes place in Deadpool and Wolverine)

I’m just some stuff you need to know:

yes you are Wade’s twin sister no you do not have the same scars as him and you have hair. (if you really want to imagine you have scars then ok but it does mention hair)

You do wear the same suit as Wade though you just preferred to keep the mask off but will put it on when it’s necessary.

You’re just as immature and dumb as your brother And you have a little more Sassiness

This is my first ever fanfiction and I’m writing this at three in the morning very tired and I have school in two hours so it may not be the best. i’m trying  

You find yourself looking at the Wolverine god damnit- wait before we begin that how did we get here? Well it all started when it was you and your brother’s birthday and the only people you ever knew as family were gathered around to watch and as the party continued there was a knock at the door. long story short y’all got sent to this place where some guy said that our anchor point was gone or something you weren’t paying attention to be honest but to be fair he was pretty boring, but you and Wade decided to get your anchor point back or whatever and as you traveled around universes all the wolverines try to attack you and Wade but y’all did get a good laugh when the “comic accurate short king wolverine” universe popped up. anyways, y’all found the perfect universe, but one tiny problem this motherfucker ain’t trying to go nowhere. so here you are looking at your brother try to convince wolverine to come with us as I sit on a barstool and sip a Diet Coke, but of course (as if your life could’ve been any harder) he doesn’t want to so your brother threatens him with a gun as you sip on your Diet Coke and then wolverine grabbed a bottle and passes out from alcohol… great. But I don’t have to borrow you with the story you already saw. (just imagine the movie but Wade had a sister)

(OK I’m gonna go from calling him the “wolverine” to Logan just think of it as yourself learning his name)

After saving your universe, you sat around the table and here you are you find yourself looking at the wolverine goddamnit. There is no way you caught feelings for a 200 in something, cigar smoking, Canadian man… named fucking Logan. You watch as Logan takes Dogpool from Wade so he could talk to a girl and damnit why are you finding it kinda hot!?

It was late and you where doing your hair in the bathroom mirror in just a towel before Logan walked in to your room

“The dick said I had to sleep in here”

Logan grunted as he laid out some clothes on the bed before looking at you and blushed. you both just stood there awkwardly as you were in just a towel that covered up basically nothing but what was necessary.

“Uhh there should be some extra blankets in the closet”

You said A bit flustered. You quickly finished up in the bathroom before slipping on a rope and climbing into bed, where Logan already was. You covered yourself with the blanket but as you did Logan looked at you and very awkwardly try to start a conversation.

“Sooo how you feeling”

He said his eyes flickering everywhere but you.

“horny” you thought to yourself, but you would never say that loud.

“Uhh just a bit tired”

You said letting out a little yawn before you looked back at him

“Logan?”

You muttered but before you can finish, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for a needy kiss. Seems like you’re not the only one that needed each other.

(I already know that was shit because I wrote it. Sorry if it was bad it’s my first one and I absolutely suck at writing s@x scenes😭🙏🏽)





[robotnikholmescomicblog]

And with that, that’s that

Wow. So, uh, I just finished my quick-fire reviews of each and every Archie Sonic ever released.

I may have skipped one or two, such as the “Sonic & Sabrina the Teenage Witch“ one, but regardless, there’s a sense of finality to having given these issues a close look for so long. Page have been analysed, discussions have been had with friends and followers, and I’ve given my two rings on various Archie Sonic topics and its varying creative team. It’s honestly very strange, having reviewed these silly Sonic comics on and off since 2015, and now finding myself with no more books to read. I was thrust back into the mindset I had back in 2017, where I ranted and raved that the comics were over, but I was a dumb kid back then. Going from this series’ jokey beginning, continuing through to the Ken Penders era, the Dork Age, the much more decent Ian Flynn era, the reboot, Sonic: Mega Drive...seeing the evolution of this book, I feel like I’ve grown as a reviewer alongside it. I hold this comic series close to my heart.

For real though, it’s not just been me. There are a lot of really cool peeps who’ve also shared their own thoughts on the comics, and I love that! Hearing about what others have to say on stuff I am also passionate about is honestly the best. Really gets my hyperfixated brain running! I must give a humble thanks to @scruffyplayssonic, @konnichibot, @kellodrawsalot @firebirdmaximus, @kkobun, @nuttyrabbit, @gojira007, @sege-h, @pc-the-unicorn-reblogs, and every single one of you for sharing my posts and giving your insight on the series and my reviews! I’m often too shy to chat and dm but I hope this post clearly express my appreciation for yall. And big props to you, @robotnik-mun​, for sticking by me for damn near the entire series. You’ve always brought up points I missed, and added to topics I myself frequently had difficulty articulating. Peeps like you guys made the journey a lot sweeter, like a sort of community!

As for the future of me covering Archie Sonic specifically, like with the comics in my heart, they’re never truly leaving. I’m still gonna post about them here and there, reblog awesome art of its characters, and of course talk about the creative team’s other stuff, be it Ken Penders’ aimless spiritual successors or Ian Flynn and IDW Publishing stuff! Come rain or shine, this blog will always exist, so yall ain’t gonna be free from me gushing about the blue hedgehog anytime soon!

Not at the moment though. Now I rest. xD

Until the next time I post!

- RobotnikHolmes out -

[roselees]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag lovely! ❤️ @inherstars

A little snippet from WIP from your prompt (still very much in first draft):

Nearly two years to the day of their arrival in Jackson, Ellie was finally being allowed on her very first overnight patrol.

And with easily the worst possible timing, Joel had fucked up his knee the week before and was under express orders not to leave the town.

To say he was unimpressed was an understatement. As he helped Ellie clamber onto the back of the horse, gently lifting her foot into the stirrup, it was clear as day on his face that the very last thing he wanted was to be letting her out there alone; worry was etched into his furrowed brow, his crows feet creasing, “I want it on record that I think this is a terrible idea–” he grumbled, and as Ellie plonked herself onto the saddle and slung the comically oversized rifle over her shoulder, she shot him a look, blowing her fringe out of her eyes in an effort to seem more grown.

It didn’t really work - even for a sixteen year old, she hadn’t quite grown into herself, and while she might have now been all lanky arms and legs, she was still a kid at heart. She had too much of a baby face to look anything other than half her age, and besides - Joel struggled to look at her and see anything other than the teenager he’d promised to protect. Old habits die hard, he supposed.

“Stop fretting, old man. We’ll be fine. It’s only like.. Half a day away. That’s nothing. And I’m gonna be there to look after Tommy, so he ain’t gonna get himself killed.” she said, and from the front of the saddle, the younger man just snorted, head snapping back as his eyebrow shot up.

“Oh? That’s how it’s gonna be?” he questioned, and she just grinned, “You’re looking after me, huh?”

“Mh-hm. You’re going senile in your old age.. So they’re sending you out with someone younger. Someone with keen eyes and working knees.. Seeing as you have neither.”

“Joel, I’ve changed my mind. You can take your terror back. I’d rather go alone.”

Joel, however, just snorted.

“Now I like that idea even less than the both of you going out there–” he muttered, shaking his head. He reached out to fix the bags on the back of the horse, ignoring the look Tommy shot him; he couldn’t help it. He was a fretter, a mother-hen. He always had been, and when the main source of his grey hairs were running amok together, it only got more obvious, “Look, I ain’t happy about it, but you both better take this seriously, you hear me? I want you back in one piece.”

“I’ve done plenty of patrols in my time, Joel. I reckon we’ve got this one covered.” Tommy pointed out, but Joel shot him a stare that screamed ‘I ain’t finished’, and his little brother quickly put up a hand in surrender. Ellie snorted as Joel continued, jabbing a finger towards his chest.

“I’m not just saying this for Ellie’s benefit, either. You don’t go taking any risks out there. You play it by the rules.” he continued, and when Tommy just scoffed he lifted his chin, “I mean it. Least of all because your wife will fuckin’ kill me too if you die out there, and if you get yourself in any kind of trouble–” he met Ellie’s eye, attention shifting towards her, and she quickly held up a hand.

“Dude, when have I ever got in trouble?”

Tagging @consultingzoologist @adhdprincess @shejustcalledmeafish @bumblepony @liketherest @22thumbs (no pressure!)

[spider-man-2o99]

y'see the thing that ain't nobody ever tells you, before y'get your bullheaded little bitch-ass Spidered in a goddamn Spidering Machine. the thing they don't shockin' tell you, man

the thing they don't tell you is that, one day, your funny little comic book'll end up getting popular enough you also get to cross over with the FIRST Spider-Man. by 2099, he's shrouded in legend! one of the first, and last, of the enduring juggernauts throughout the long-since past age of heroes--!

so. you get to actually MEET him, Spider-Man(!), more famously assassinated than Abraham-goddamn-Lincoln, in-PERSON and at his PRIME, and he compliments your costume--literal actual Real Spider-Man!--so in an attempt to Look Cool you respond “thanks i bought it for 20% off at Party City and it is the only thing i own that my cursèd touch cannot Blindly Destroy.,” and then SPIDER-MAN (Living Spider-Man!!!!!), of course, as perfect and heroic as every legend ever painted him, ever, he just laughs and puts an arm around your shoulders jovially and says “ayyy lmao thanks for the save miggy m' main man. you're one of my wifes now lol,” and then before you can ask what that MEANS the shocking TIME-STREAM collapses and everything goes back to normal except now you are the only living human(/spider hybrid) on the planet that has actually has actually SEEN THE SPIDER-MAN'S fat juicy fucking ass (iconic and famous for a Reason) (nothing sexier than receptive bitches with rotund thoraxes indicating a state of well-fedness and minimal risk of sexual cannibalism) in well nearly a hundred years, and you Get It now you Get what the ships of Troy were launched for And Then The Blood Goes Back To Your Brain And You Have Just Finished Duct-Taping Over The Mouth Of A New Secret For The Dark And Shameful Many Secrets Box

and THEN, to top it all off, when you tell your (ex-)fiancée you're calling off the engagement because you are not in love with her (Also She Is Dating Your Biological Father But Whatever You Aren't On Adderall When You Can't See Something It Simply Ceases To Exist Until Necessarily Relevant Again) somehow YOU'RE the asshole by the time the news about it reaches your loved ones and now your brother's mad TOO--

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Eleven.

Huge thanks to everyone for your continued engagement! I’m so thrilled you’ve enjoyed the story, just one more chapter after this one now until we’ll be at a close. Well, until I begin posting the mini-sequel! ;) 

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,389

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Eventually, with a little comical coaxing from Ian into the microphone (‘Um, Angel? Can we have our vocalist back, please?’) Bella returned to the stage, playing the final two songs in Heavenly Creature’s set, Angel standing right at the barrier, watching, his heart ablaze. Nothing else mattered but her. Suddenly, he realised just how true his brother’s words had been to him those few months ago.

She’d made a mistake, and he couldn’t resent her forever for it. He loved her too much, and he knew that for sure. Getting back together was the only thing that made sense, now that he was actually free to. But god, how he’d just finished things with Mel like that. He knew she deserved way better than him, but in his defence, seeing Bella again had thrown him into panic as the reality of how hopelessly in love he still was with her crashed into him hard.  

Once their set was over, he helped them load up the back of their van, Ian driving it over to the nearby hotel they were staying at before he’d return in a cab, telling the others he’d meet them by the beer tent in about forty minutes.  

“See that’s my meeting point with the guys as well, and it’s kinda gonna be weird,” Angel began, taking Bella’s hand.  

“Well yeah, since we broke up over a year ago, and then suddenly, poof! Here I am again!” she chuckled, kissing his bare shoulder.  

“Um...” he cringed, shaking his head. “It ain’t that. It’s because I arrived with one girl, and now I’ll be leaving with another. I’m not too sure if she’s still here or not, actually.”

Immediately, she ground to a halt. “Okay, details.”

“Yeah,” he paused, shame coiling in him. “When I saw you up there, it hit me so fucking hard, I knew that I’d been lying to myself for the last nine months, with the girl I was with up until a half hour ago. I finished with her, then came straight back into the tent to watch you play the rest of the song that had just ripped my damned heart out.”

Bella’s jaw dropped. “Baby!” she exclaimed.

“I know.”

“Oh, Angel, that’s so naughty!”

He winced. “I know!”

She then widened her eyes. “Oh god, am I about to get my head kicked in for pinching you from her?” Her eyes continued to get bigger, lifting up his black vest and pulling it over her head, making a noise of trepidation from within.  

“Baby girl, I ain’t got room in there for you too. Come out.”

“I can see!” she muffled. “Blimey, you’ve got even more stacked!”

“Hmm,” he hummed as she emerged. “I had to try and get over you somehow, so adding in an extra hour at the gym was how I started. That part worked, the getting over you not so much.”  

She pulled a silent ‘awww’ face, stroking his face, pulling him down to her level and kissing him. “So, we’re definitely back together, then?”

He snorted, holding her close. “As if you need to ask!”

She beamed, falling into happy kisses with him, her insides all lit up and sparkling. Finally, she had him back. “And I want you to know, because I promise solemnly. I will never, ever lie to you again. Not even a little one. Never, ever, ever.”  

“I know. I know, B. Now, stop panicking and just kiss me some more.” She was only too happy to oblige. Once at the beer tent, the line was ridiculously long, Angel happy to see Richie and Seth (who was actually old enough to purchase alcohol) emerge from the front, the latter passing him a beer, Richie handing Bella a huge ice water, as she always drank immediately after a performance, to soothe her vocal cords down a little again.  

They stood and watched Lamb of God playing over on the main stage from a distance, Angel knowing that pretty much everyone bar the girls and EZ (who he always joked was too uptight for it) would be in the moshpit at that point, guessing correctly when he saw the group heading back over to them about fifteen minutes after the end of their set, Coco with a bloodied eyebrow, not a shirt between any of them, looking pit worn.  

Angel bit his lips together as he saw the confused faces of Gilly and Riz, both pointing at Bella with looks of ‘huh?’, the former then being deafened by his girlfriend literally screaming, running with her arms open, flying at Bella at about a hundred miles an hour, Bella’s scream filling the air along with it as they embraced. One might say Amelia had missed her, not keeping in touch since it would have made things difficult for Angel.  

“Do I dare even ask what the fuck happened?” Gilly questioned, pointing over as where the girls got reacquainted.  

Angel shook his head. “Might be best you don’t know, but I think I have a tonne of shit coming my way when Mel catches up with me again.”

“And do you care?”

“Does it make me an asshole that other than feeling bad about how I dropped it on her out of the blue, I don’t? I mean, I didn’t wanna hurt the chick, but...”  

Gilly nodded. “Yeah, kinda does, bro. But that’s the one for you right there. I always wondered, why you two called it quits.” Jerking his head in Bella’s direction, Angel looked over, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, she is.” He didn’t say anything further, because nothing else needed to be said. He was just glad that Bishop had kept to his word about not telling anyone the reason why he and Bella had broken up, because if he hadn’t, Gilly wouldn’t have said what he just had. He stood back and drank his beer, talking with Seth and Richie, including and introducing them to everyone so they didn’t feel left out while Bella and Amelia chatted to one another, the former returning to his side before long, wrapping her arm around his waist as she leaned into him.  

“What’s the great, big smile for?” he asked, hand stroking her back.  

“You,” she confirmed, kissing his chest. “I love you.”  

God, how he’d missed those words, spoken on her sweet voice, those dulcet British tones he’d longed to hear. “I love you too.” He had her back, he had his baby, his heart and soul, his beautiful Bella back in his arms. Elated didn’t quite cut it. The guilt of just finishing with Mel kept on reverberating through his chest, though, the happier he felt himself grow, Bella sensing it as the day grew to evening. Especially when he checked his phone, finding one hell of an angry voicemail message.  

“Shit,” he winced, hanging up, leaning into her as she sat between his legs, not able to see the festival headliners on stage, but not especially being into Avenged Sevenfold, she didn’t mind. She was more concerned at the mess her boyfriend had gotten himself into.  

“Where is she now?” she asked, stroking the arm he had wrapped around her chest.

“Back at the hotel we checked into, absolutely seething at me,” he confirmed, Bella nodding.

“Do you think it might be a good idea that you go and talk to her, then meet me back at mine? We’re at the Highwood Inn.” Instantly, Angel groaned. “That’s where you are too, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah. What room? Come on, universe, kick me in the balls and have it so I have my last girlfriend and current one in the rooms next to each other!” he yelled, lifting his head to the sky, Bella giggling.  

“Two two seven.”

He breathed a small sigh of relief. “Thank fuck, she’s in three eighty-two, so a completely different floor.”

She was thoughtful for a moment. “Would it help if I talked to her, woman to woman?”

His facial expression said it all, but he followed it with words. Delivered in panic at the very idea of Bella coming face to face with Mel. “Hell no! Oh god, no, no, no, baby girl. She’ll slug you, and I know you’re not the fighting kind, but Mel? She very much is.”

“Yo, she broke some chick’s nose one time because she dared flirt with your guy there. Take a wide berth, England,” Coco interjected with, tapping Bella’s leg affectionately before turning back to wrap both arms around Nala.  

Angel pointed in his direction. “Yeah, what he said.” He made a soft ‘awww’ noise at her spooked face, holding her close. “She’s really serene and sweet, but the fucking temper she has, shit. So no, absolutely no deal about you going to talk to her. You can wait in your room, and order some ice, because I think I probably have a punch coming my way. Nothing less than I deserve. I couldn’t wait, though. I couldn’t fucking go on one second longer being with her when I saw you again. I think I’d known for months, you know, that I’d seek you out again, as soon as you turned eighteen, regardless of what I said at the time. I mean, I know today was by chance...”

She pressed her finger to his lips then, halting his gabbling, as he always did when he was getting worked up about something. “Shhhh, baby,” she soothed, kissing him. “Today wasn’t by chance, either. It was fate, in the stars, cosmic alignment. It had to be, for you to have been outside that tent, at the precise moment I was singing the very song I wrote about you.”

He shrugged a little, kissing her hair. “I dunno how much I believe in all of that, but I think I can make an exception here.”  

She smiled, leaning into him, breathing in his scent, comforted after months and months of longing for him. “So, when do you want to face the music?

Not really being bothered about watching the headliners close, and knowing the crush of people waiting to leave would add time to him being able to go and sort out the mess he’d left with Mel and then swiftly get himself back where he belonged, Angel decided to leave right then, saying goodbye to everyone, walking down to the nearest exit hand in hand with Bella.

Riding to the hotel with Bella on the back of his bike felt right, he’d missed it, taking one hand off to reach back and stroke her leg like he always used to when he rode, Bella resting her chin on his shoulder, so in love, she felt as if she had fireworks going off inside her. That sublime feeling of happiness was tinged, though, the sweetness of Bella’s nature of course dictating she feel a pang of guilt over the fact Angel had broken up with his girlfriend for her. So strong his love was, he hadn’t even known whether that was what she wanted or not. He just knew that he couldn’t go on as he had been.  

But then, he must have known, she thought. He’d have heard it in her voice, singing the song she wrote about him. He’d said when they’d parted that they weren’t meant to be, but quietly, Bella had always known otherwise, and selfishly, it was why she wasn’t completely consumed with bad feelings over taking him from another; truly, he was still hers in the time they’d been separated. It was only her age that had ever pulled them apart in the first place, and the lie that had facilitated it all to begin with.  

“Okay, I’ll see you in a little while,” he told her ten minutes later at her hotel room door, kissing her softly, not really wanting to go and face up to his shit, but knowing he had to. He was thirty-eight; he needed to do better at his age. “Love you so much.”

“Love you even more.” she cooed, nuzzling him, stroking his chest. She slid back into the room, letting go of his hand right at the last moment, smiling at he winked at her, closing the door and waiting, until she allowed herself to be silly. Kicking off her boots, she bounced on the bed, squealing with excitement.  

He still heard it as he walked up the hallway. “My little cutie.” he grinned, noting how thin the walls were. Oh, how the people either side of that room were in for a restless night, because once he returned, he planned to fuck her into the next century, he’d missed her so damned much.  

However, before that...  

“Jesus Christ!” He dodged the shoe flying at his head just in time, the small ankle boot hitting the back of the hotel room door. And then, the floodgate opened...

“You fucking asshole, Angel! You fucking asshole!” Mel raged, pacing around, her other shoe following it before she ran at him, swinging, punching him in the face. He allowed her that one, not that it was particularly hard, but his cheekbone still stung from it. No more followed, though, other than a few clenched fists thumping against his chest, Mel pushing back away from him, continuing her tirade. “Why were you ever with me, if it was her you wanted all along? Because you did, didn’t you? That’s why you never covered that damned tattoo on your chest, or why you kept the picture of you and her behind the shelves in your bedroom.”

He’d forgotten all about that.  

“Yeah, I found it!” she raged, seeing the surprise on his face. “You just strung me along for nine fucking months, all the while knowing you were still in love with her! Why, Angel?”

The ins and outs of it weren't her business, but he knew he owed her somewhat of an explanation, because she was right. He had strung her along, not being as emotionally invested as he should have been with her. “It was complicated with us, and that’s why we broke up in the first place. I tried to get over her, find myself a happy life without her in it, and I thought I had with you. You’re right, though. I did want her, and because of that, you and me never really stood a fair chance.” He paused for breath, knowing he had to deliver the words that would hurt her further. “I was still too in love with her to be able to love you and truly be with you in the way you deserved, and for that, I’m really fucking sorry. I am. I know you likely won’t believe it, but I never meant to hurt you. I take on board that I have, though.”

“Yeah!” she scoffed, pacing. “Yeah, you did. Get the fuck out of here, go back to her. I never want to fucking see you again.”

He nodded, moving into the room and picking up his small bag he’d brought with him. “I understand. I’ll sort out the things you left at my place, give ‘em to Amelia to pass on to you.”  

She didn’t reply, standing there, her shoulders shaking as she began to cry. “I’m so sorry, Mel. I hope you find someone who’s capable of giving you what you’re looking for, but that was never me, and I should have owned up to that a long time ago.”

Her reply was immediate, visceral. “Just leave!”

He pressed his lips together thinly, walking to the door and letting himself out, breathing a sigh of relief. He felt like a complete asshole, but he was free. Free to head back to exactly where he belonged.  

“Baby,” Bella cooed, letting him in, her fingers gingerly stroking the red welt on his cheek.  

“Eh,” he sighed. “I expected it. And I deserved it.” Smiling, he then sank into her embrace, absorbing her, his entire body sighing with relief. Finally... finally...  

They stood like that, in a silent, loving embrace, stroking one another wordlessly for what felt like a long time, touches reacquainting, familiarising themselves with each other again, Angel pulling back to kiss her, softly at first, before the fire of longing began to roar right through him. Still though, it was steady edging, their clothes being shed slowly, revelling in the feel of each other’s skin, both naked by the time they fell to the bed, entangled around one another.  

Shuddered breaths fluttered, hands explored, kisses pressed, gilded in fire and honey, everything slow, sensual, no rush needed, just enjoyment, soaking it all up, drinking it in, being reunited at long last. Her fingers stroked over the familiar patterns of his tattoos, moving her mouth, her fingers clasping his as she laid kisses from his wrist and over his forearm, Angel’s lips closing over the pink peak of her nipple, her soft gasp sending a jolt through him, a sharp edge against all that was soft and rolling, his tongue thrumming over the little bud, grazing it with the briefest hint of teeth.

Her short nails dragged down his arms, his mouth slipping, warmth winding within her as it wet a circle at her navel, goosebumps rising up, the braille of her body detailing the message of how he made it feel, his mouth lowering again, tongue flattening a lick over her slit, hands pushing her thighs wider before it delved over her folds hungrily, Bella crying out softly. Going without sex for thirteen months had definitely given her some pent-up longing, longing only to be sated by the one man she’d craved for.

The tip of his tongue glided to her clit, laying heat over it with the softest of licks, his breath hot at her soaking folds, Bella gasping as her hands swept through the black silk of his hair, tugging gently, her thighs writhing against his face, Angel grinning to himself. “Missed me, baby?”  

“Oh my god, so fucking much!”

Her reaction had him laughing quietly, laying a kiss against her sex. “You don’t have to miss me any longer, mi amor.” Sliding his tongue over the little swell of her clit once more, he sent fire roaring through her, a blade of pleasure slicing to her very bones as she shook, the tip of his tongue skimming dewy pink nerve endings, his thumb pulling back the soft skin covering her bundle, making way for his lips to suck upon it gently.  

Sparks rolled through the very marrow of her, the flush of ecstasy evoked by his mouth ever escalating, her body host to spasmodic judders as he caressed her dewy slit with all the fervour of a man half parched. Lapping at her, like the rolling of a wave cresting the shore, her body the paradise he revelled in, he gave her nothing short of sublimely heavenly pleasure with every precise lick.  

Alternating, he bestowed firmness, Bella becoming giddy, teased with softer strokes, Angel sucking again until she was lost in the tide of his bliss, adrift from herself on the sea of pleasure he had her drowning in ceaselessly.

“Oh my god, it’s too good, fuck!” she gritted, his tongue driving into her burning hole as she writhed against his face, hot breaths fluttering against her silken folds like a summer tempest, balmy, wet, lingering and captivating.  

She mewled continuously, her hands clutching tight in his hair before slipping to his arms, fingers trembling as she gripped the thick rigidity of his tattooed arms and bucked against his mouth, his tongue… the lips that continued to suck her the edges of nirvana. One last, well place lave of his tongue sent her reeling over the edge, tumbling into the release that sent glimmers sizzling up her spine, her cresting wail feral, her body flowing, ebbing and throbbing through it, Angel emerging with a smile, his tongue dragging a long, hot lick up the centre of her body, reaching between them, guiding his cock to her soaking opening and then...

“Ahhh, fuck.”  

“Missed me, baby?” she hummed, not hiding the entertainment from her face, taking his in her hands, kissing him madly.  

“Yeah,” he breathed, rocking his hips into her, filling her entirely. “And I’ll be damned if I ain’t gonna spend all night showing you just how much.”

[oldestenemy]

through another lens - a bit of friendly advice

When morning comes, it is to a perceivably empty house.

Mom is already on her way to work.

Grandpa is…probably still asleep.

And Michael is nowhere to be found, again.

Sam wishes he would just stay put for once.

But he doesn’t have time for those worries, he’s got possibly the longest day of his life coming up soon. His last phone call with the Frogs had ended in them deciding on an attack near midday on Friday, giving them one more day to prepare.

“How’s your brother doing, Sam?” Alan always seems a little more levelheaded than Edgar does. Sam appreciates that, even if he’s doubting their expertise more with every interaction.

“I think he’s doing better, and he knows about Max—” Sam explains that Michael confirmed Max’s status as the local head vampire, and that the group he’d fallen in with were all still half, like he was.

“Great,” Edgar mutters “We get to save a whole street gang.” There is a heavy dose of sarcasm in his words, and he’s glaring at Sam while he peels garlic and stuffs it with some difficulty into the cavity of a squirt gun.

“Man—come on, there’s a little kid involved.” Sam tries to reason, “We could be reuiniting a family!”

“Who knows how long that kid has been missing, Sam. His family probably think he’s dead. Every bloodsucker is a threat, half or not, little kid or not.”

That doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence towards thinking the Frogs aren’t going to try and kill his brother the second they see him. Sam just hopes they can get this mess over with before there is ever a risk of that happening.

Barnard Emerson is no fool.

He knows damn well what his daughter and grandsons have gotten themselves mixed up in, and he’s got no interest in letting it continue. He was an old man who had made a few less than ideal choices in his now stagnating age, but that didn’t mean he was about to let his whole living family do the same.

He’ll have to live with knowing Michael made his own choices.

That’s alright.

The boy is smart enough not to get himself killed, and that’s the important thing.

“Sam.” Barnard’s youngest grandson visibly jumps at the sound of his voice, which is normal, he’s very light on his feet even well into his late seventies.

“Yeah, grandpa?”

“You remember what I told you yesterday?”

Sam blinks at him, mouth partially open like a dumbstruck chipmunk. “Yeah?” It comes out slow, a syllable for every letter.

“Good. Thought you should know, garlic don’t work like that.” Some part of him does enjoy watching the confusion turn into surprise into frustration and annoyance. “You got some bad information, boy.”

“You… know?”

“I’ve lived in Santa Carla for near fifty years, and there’s a reason I don’t go near the town.”

Sam still isn’t quite looking at him, eyes narrowed in focused thought. “Were you trying to warn us? When you said—”

“—I wasn’t trying to do nothing. But your mother and your brother got swept into the wrong places before any of you even settled in.” Between the dinner fiasco and the disappearing every other night and the day-shift only video store hours and the goddamn salt trail he’d had to clean up. “You’re in over your head. All three of you.”

Sam swallows visibly, “I—we—the Frogs and I have a plan—”

“—I ain’t letting you get yourself killed, Sam.”

“So help us!”

Barnard Emerson chuckles at that and nods towards his studio for Sam to follow him. The least he can do is arm the boy and his friends, get them where they need to be. And while he is an old man, he’s not often the type to do the least. If Sam is really intent on finishing this, he’s not doing it alone (and those comic book boys he’s been hanging around with can’t seem to tell the sharp end of a stake from the blunt).

One more.

One more hunt and he could forget this whole business.

Read the rest here <3

[the-widow-sisters]

Thankful Thanksgiving

Summary: All of the Avengers are gathered for Thanksgiving, and Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Carol, Darcy, and friends all take the time to say what they’re thankful for when gathered around the Thanksgiving table.

Word Count: 2006

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to all of you! I hope you’re spending time with friends and/or family and having lots of amazing food and good times together! 🥰💗 This one was a little short (it was originally going to be longer until I transferred a scene to my ongoing Christmas fic instead) but hopefully it was still enjoyable! 💖

I am so thankful for all of y’all, and I hope you guys enjoyed this one! 😊

  “And that’s why I’m thankful for Bucky’s arm,” Sam explained, and Bucky just groaned deeply and exasperatedly. Everyone around the room was in varying expressions of amusement, complete disbelief, and speechlessness.

   It was Thanksgiving, and all of the Avengers had come to gather to enjoy a feast with one another. They had finished their food, and they had just started going all around the table to share what they were thankful for. Sam had been the first to go, and his had so far set the bar for some really bizarre explanations.

  “Man, what are all y’all looking at? Ain’t any of you ever been thankful for Bucky’s arm before?” Sam questioned defensively as if it were the most utterly obvious thing in the world.

  “Because it makes perfect sense to be thankful for someone else’s prosthetic arm,” Shuri spoke up from where she was currently seated, sarcasm deeply rooted in every accented word. Okoye simply passed a somewhat disapproving glance in her direction but did not say a word. Shuri raised her hands defensively, and Sam just eyed her with narrowed eyes.

  “It does make sense. Look, wouldn’t you be thankful if somebody’s arm could pop off and you could use it as a literal Wonder Woman bulletproof band?” Sam told them, and Shuri just huffed a little, looking at him as she remained unimpressed.

  “You seem to forget that we literally have vibranium, which just happens to be as bulletproof as this comic book character’s very much fake braces,” Shuri argued, and Sam just scoffed unhappily, shaking his head.

  “She just don’t get it,” Sam complained, and Bucky did not even bother gracing him with a response as he groaned tiredly.

  “Okay, look, seriously, guys, let’s get back on track,” Steve pointed out from where he was seated between Bucky and Carol.

  “I guess I’ll go now,” Steve started, clearing his throat as he prepared to state what he was thankful for.

  At Bucky’s request, Steve had skipped over him. He only heeded requests for skipping when it legitimately had to do with some manner of trauma or something, and in Bucky’s case, he knew it had been.

  However, before he could speak, Yelena started loudly clearing her throat. Steve leaned forward a little, trying to look around all of the people as he fought to meet her gaze. Yelena peered from where she was sandwiched between Kate and Natasha, and she scoffed.

  “Why does Bucko get a free pass?” Yelena demanded, and Bucky flashed an irritated glare in her general direction. Steve swallowed, trying to explain.

  “Because he specifically asked and after reviewing the reasoning, I decided it was acceptable,” Steve explained, trying to remain professional and avoid as many details as possible.

  “Pfft… Just because he’s your boyfriend doesn’t mean you can just make excuses for him,” Yelena declared, and Steve just sighed deeply. Yelena loved to poke fun at their friendship when she could mostly because she hated Bucky’s guts, but he tried not to let the boyfriend comments get to him. After all, she was well-aware that he saw Bucky as a brother.

  Carol, of course, did not let the comments get to her either and would actually even join in on Yelena’s teasing at any given time if it seemed humorous to her. Carol ultimately chose not to throw in her opinion this time since Steve was floundering a bit already with trying to explain why he had excluded Bucky but had not heeded anyone else’s requests to be excluded.

  “As for what I’m thankful for! I am thankful for this team. For our perseverance, and all of the good hearts gathered here at this table,” Steve expressed, and Carol leaned into his side, squeezing his arm before straightening just a little.

  She knew she was next, and she honestly was not quite sure if she was ready. She released him carefully, looking beside her at the amazing, incredible person that she had brought for Thanksgiving.

  Monica looked at her carefully, a surprising warmth in her eyes despite the fact that she did not know what Carol was thinking. Carol swallowed hard, reaching her hand out and placing it over the top of Monica’s as she squeezed it softly.

  “Carol?” Steve prompted, and Carol cast him a very much forcedly casual smile before speaking up.

  “I’m thankful for… Having the opportunity to fix some broken relationships and hopefully having the opportunity to get to know the person all over again,” Carol explained, and Monica’s eyes were shining with something that was positively and absolutely touched as she gazed at her.

  Carol mustered a small grin, trying to avoid the urge to cry. The emotion and the pure love that was swelling within her was almost more than she could take. In an attempt to suppress the emotion, she simply lifted her hand and squeezed Monica’s shoulder lovingly in lieu of hugging her on the spot.

  Monica cleared her throat, mustering some manner of confidence as she spoke up despite being exceedingly uncomfortable at the sheer amount of important people that she either did not know at all or did not know that well.

  “I’m thankful to have a special person back in my life again,” Monica stated vaguely, but given how her gaze was glued to that of her aunt’s, there was no question who her statement was about.

  Kamala then proceeded to move forward a little, grinning ridiculously as she remained just a little speechless despite her best efforts to the contrary. She tried to get a good look at everyone at the table, honestly just excited to be there in the first place.

  “Oh, gosh… I’m honestly beyond thankful that I could get to meet all of you and start training to be a real life Avenger,” Kamala explained, instantly kicking herself for the last part of her statement, dreading how stupid it might have sounded.

  Everyone, however, seemed thoroughly endeared, and she let out a soft breath of relief as it moved down the line to Darcy.

  After a small silence, Darcy blinked, realizing more fully that everyone was waiting for her to speak. She had honestly been so concentrated on trying to avoid Valkyrie’s gaze and ignore Valkyrie’s presence from where she was sitting directly across from her that she had missed the fact that it was actually her turn to talk.

  “Oh! Uh… I’m thankful for becoming an assistant here for Mr. Stark! And getting to know this awesome group of friends I have,” Darcy explained with a smile, leaning forward to get a look at Carol, Kate, Natasha, and Yelena. Carol smiled fondly, and Kate grinned widely. Natasha’s eyes sparkled with something affectionate in her reserved manner, and Yelena, as much as she tried to look unhappy, had a smile that was threatening to tug at the corners of her lips.

  It was then Clint’s turn, and he looked at everyone, smiling a little as he shrugged.

  “I’m thankful for my family, Nat, Yelena, and even Kate sometimes,” Clint quipped, fully enjoying his comment as he glanced in Kate’s direction.

  “Thanks, Clint. I feel loved,” Kate commented in an attempt to muster some sarcasm. Instantly, she tried to hold back how her eyes went wide at the fact that she had actually used the l-word in relation to him. He just huffed in reply to her, grinning a bit, and she could not help but smile in response.

  “I guess like Darcy, I’m thankful for the group of friends that we have made together, and I’m really thankful for Natasha, Yelena, and Clint. They’ve helped me feel really welcome here ever since I came. And I’m also thankful for finally becoming an official Avenger-in-training with the ability to go on missions, so,” Kate shrugged.

  Darcy made some noise of encouragement, clapping momentarily, and Kate laughed a little with slight embarrassment. Natasha reached out, softly touching the back of Kate’s head as she stroked the flowing locks. Yelena honestly just looked utterly surprised at Kate’s admission.

  Kate then looked to Natasha, and Natasha moved her head in a gesture of acceptance as she looked at everyone around the table.

  “I’m thankful for all of us being together and in good health. I’m thankful for Clint, Kate, Carol, and Darcy, and all of you truly. Clint has been here for me through the worst and best of times, and Kate has become someone that is so special to me. Carol’s the best friend anyone could ask for, and Darcy has been someone that I hope to get to know even better over time,” Natasha paused for a moment before gazing at Yelena. Yelena just looked back at her with an adoring glint in her eyes. There was a gentle smile on her face, and nothing but pure love written in her features.

  Natasha took in a small breath, trying to prepare herself to expose more emotions that she would ordinarily dare to show in front of people that were outside of a select few in her world. However, in that moment, looking into Yelena’s eyes, there was only the two of them in this universe.

  “And I’m really thankful for my baby sister. I don’t know what I would do without her there as a constant supporter and friend,” Natasha explained, and Yelena swallowed hard, tears starting to form in her eyes as she moved forward and tried to hide at least part of her face in Natasha’s shoulder. Natasha held her for a moment, and Yelena forced composure within herself as she turned her face so that half of it was buried in Natasha’s arm.

  “And I’m thankful for all of the friends I have made. For Little Peter, the Boomer, Little Bishop, Lewis, and several others. Little Peter is my favorite out of you morons, though, with Boomer coming up as a far second,” Yelena admitted, and Peter from his end of the table instantly shrunk down from where he was seated next to Tony, utter mortification overcoming him at the fact that Yelena had uttered the nickname in front of everyone.

  “I’m most thankful for Natasha. I’m thankful she is safe and that she is still here with me. I am thankful that she is my sister, because there is no one else in the entire world that I would rather have as moya starshaya sestra,” Yelena confessed, the Russian words soft and offering the tenderness that she could not quite muster in English in front of an extended audience like this. Granted, she knew Bucky and Clint could also understand, but she was most concerned with Natasha being able to understand.

  Natasha’s eyes softened and they glinted with the slightest presence of tears. Natasha swallowed hard, and Yelena could not stop looking at her. All she wanted to do was just crawl in her lap and cuddle with her right now, but since they were at the table and literally every other Avenger in existence was around, she knew she could not quite do that just yet.

  “Aww, short-stack, I knew you loved me. That Christmas spirit is really making you sweeter than usual,” Carol called out, affection in her voice as she successfully broke the moment. Yelena knew that Carol had done it to dispel a bit of Yelena’s emotional mess that she was threatening to fall into, and Yelena was truly grateful.

  Therefore, to continue playing it casual, Yelena just scoffed in disdain, lowering her head back down to retreat into Natasha’s side as she chose to focus on her affection for her big sister. Natasha raised her arm, bringing her closer as a warm chuckle resounded within her and vibrating near Yelena’s ear.

  After this, they continued to move around the table, each person continued to express what they were thankful for, and Natasha and Yelena simply remained absorbed in their own world, focused on one another. Kate leaned into Natasha’s other side, and Natasha wasted no time in opening her arm to bring her into her side as well.

  They were thankful for one another, and that brought the truest happiness that they could ever have.

[pawtistictails]

Okie intro post!!!

🔆Hi my name is Winter, Trees, or M!! I have a lot of names I like but those are the ones I use the most :3

🔆 I typically don’t really care what pronouns are used for me, but it/its feels a bit weird. So basically, any pronouns, including neos but excluding it/its.

🔆 This is a sideblog! My main is @trees-to-meet-you, and while I usually don’t make sideblogs, I have a tendency to make an exception when I come up with a cool url. PawtisticTails, for example ;3.

🔆 As of writing this, I’m pretty new to Sonic! About a month ago, maybe, I was watching Beat Saber videos and found one called “Through the Fire and the Flames.” While this wasn’t a Sonic song, it was a video game song, and “Undefeatable” popped up in the recommended! I decided to check it out, found that I really liked it, and whoop! Here we are!!

🔆 As of writing this, I have watched the Sonic movies, part of Sonic Boom, part of Sonic X, and some of Snapcube’s Fandubs (bc I think they’re funny), and played through The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog. I also played Sonic Colors when I was younger, but I couldn’t finish it and don’t really remember it. Most of my Sonic knowledge comes from scouring the fan wikis. Of course, if you wanna infodump abt Sonic in my inbox, be my guest!! I love learning about and discussing things!!!

Edit: I also watch the IDW Sonic Comics on Adrenaline Dubs now!!! It’s not ever going to be all caught up with the most recent issue but I think it’s a fun way to get to know the story of the comics before I’m able to buy them (I’m poor lol) and support the channel and its editors and voice actors!!

Edit #2: As of July 2, 2023, I have officially played through all of Sonic Colors!!!!!

🔆 No discourse!! I don’t care!!! This is a safe space for queer folk and people of color! I don’t care how they identify!! But I will say this: No pedophiles or zoophilies or whatever-the-hell-else creepy people. Y’all ain’t an oppressed minority you’re just creeps.

🔆 I really feel like I should have something else to say here but I can’t think of anything atm! So uh. This will be updated as needed!!

[semifinel]

March - 2023

Games

Spiritfarer- I played the phone Netflix version over quite a long time but we recently canceled Netflix so I felt compelled to try finishing it. I didn’t but I got close. It is a very charming game and most of my complains would be nitpicky so I’ll just skip them.

Deep rock galactic- started playing it again with my brother and his friends, it is a good game, it has a nice gameplay loop, distinct style, and the world generation ain’t bad. Tried playing it alone when they were busy and I think that’s mind numbing.

Little nightmares- honestly disappointing. It wasn’t bad I just wish it was better. I really feel like it’s style over substance but at the same time tried to make you think there is substance. Every time I got stuck it wasn’t the fun kind of figuring out a puzzle stuck but more of a I have no idea what I’m doing wrong stuck. Still nice, heard it gets better in the sequels.

Minit- wonderful game, loved it. I just know speedruns of this game would look wild and I need to check them out.

The darkness 2- I had this game in my steam library for some reason, probably got it for free at some point. The only reason I gave it a go is because that was the topic of the something rotten podcast this month and I wanted to play along. Must be lucky that I choose the only game this far that seemed actually fun. The game has a lot of style and I’m surprised there aren’t any modem games that take inspiration from it. It does end in a note that clearly says that they thought there would be a sequel, which didn’t happen. Do I wish it was written better? Maybe. Do I wish the characters from the co op campaign weren’t racist stereotypes? Yes.

Rain world- last month I said I might get it some point and I did, the world wants me dead and I fucking love slugcats so much. Wonderful game wish I died a bit less.

Sludge life- I was bored when I down loaded this, it has loads of style which I appreciate, played till I’ve gotten an ending then played a bit more and got bored. Nice game to mess around it for a few hours.

It takes two- I started playing this with a friend. The thing about this game that it’s beautiful, the mechanic are wonderful and it feels great to play, there is a lot of talent that went into this game. But man I wish the story didn’t exist. A story about divorce has potential but this ain’t it. I hate the racist book and his bright pink eyebrows, I hate both main characters they are just genuinely bad people and I wish they would stop talking. The separate parts of the game are wonderful it’s just what sticks them together that is unbearable.

Shows

The last of us- it was done and I love it and I am patiently awaiting next season. Nothing to say that hasn’t been said before me.

Ted lasso- hell yeah it’s finally back I missed him so much.

Comics

My lesbian experience with loneliness- this effected me so hard in a way I can’t explain nor will I ever share with anyone online.

Fence- Started it on a whim, love it so much that I got upset learning it is an ongoing series and not a complete one. Ahhhhh.

Check, please!- I know it’s popular and I kinda started and abandoned it years ago, after reading fence I wanted more queer sports comics and it came to mind, it is cute, maybe too cute for my taste but I can see why it has such a name.

Books

חופש מוחלט (A liberdade total) -Pablo Katchadjian

I’ve read this in Hebrew and cannot find it in English, I thought it was entertaining and weird and absurd and I really like the absurd.

I feel like I must have forgotten something in this list but alas.

[i-logophile]

Just finished reading the script for The Blue Door (the scrapped TMNT movie that was replaced by Bay’s 2014-2016 movies that I didn’t know existed until about 4 hours ago when I was researching different iterations of Casey Jones on fandom wiki).

It was… interesting.

(Vague spoilers below the cut)

Honestly, it wasn’t even that bad, just a bit creatively written. Plus, there were some dialogue choices, etc. that I personally felt were somewhat OOC for various characters, but maybe that’s just me. I can’t really call the story “weird” without also admitting that the idea of “teenage mutant ninja turtles” is weird, but even in the realm of TMNT, it felt out there. (Granted, I haven’t read any of the comics, so maybe it’s actually not, and my perspective is just biased from the digital TMNT media.)

I will say, though, that I wasn’t really a fan of the ending. No good TMNT iteration should ever end with the turtles splitting up, and I will die on that hill with the fists of my corpse raised against anyone who believes otherwise (there are probably exceptions, but I’ve yet to come across them). And, yeah, it did hint that the turtles would “one day” be reunited, but “one day” ain’t flipping good enough for me.

Also, it never explained why it’s called “The Blue Door”??? At least not that I understood. There was never any significant plot point or item referred to as a door, much less a blue one. Idk, maybe I missed something

Nonetheless, it still had some really cool ideas. I liked the turtles themselves—how we as the audience were introduced to them and who they are, as well as how their characters gradually slotted into the molds that we’ve developed for them from past iterations (eg, how they get their color coded masks (lol, that was pretty good), their dynamics, etc.). Among other things, I especially appreciated the fight scenes and the turtles utilizing their shells for both defensive and offensive techniques (rather than just “oh look at that it’s like I’m made of bulletproof rubber” or “yeah let me use my back to boringly smash this guy against a wall real quick”). I also liked how they used Casey as the primary human/outsider perspective instead of April (don’t worry, April was still a major character). Nothing against her—this just gave the familiar story a new, less explored angle. It was refreshing.

If y’all are interested in reading the script, there’s a free link to it on the fandom wiki page.

[aealzx]

I wanna hijack this and drag it over into an inspiration web because I’m a sucker for gushing over people.

Base shoutout goes to my sis for telling me to watch the movie in the first place. |P

But aside from her the main people that got me into doing stuff for ROTTMNT are @happyfoxx-art and @starrcrossrose, who funny enough both work on huge projects titled The Aftermath, one in comic for and one in writing, but both equally amazing =7=

The one by happyfoxx is the first rottmnt fancontent I found that grabbed my attention (actually over on twitter, but then I was ecstatic to find she was on tumblr too) and I just gush because it has little fun moments sprinkled in but the main thing that grabbed my attention was actually the blunt focus on yeah there’s a crapload of fixing up that has to be done after the mess that was the movie, and it ain’t pretty, but they’re managing and it’s both so sweet and heart stabbing and I love it. My favorite so far is her ability to visualize feelings. Donnie being overstimulated, Leo being half conscious, etc, it’s amazing <3333 Also extremely huge shoutout to foxx because it was one of her comments that gave me the final push to actually draw and post my Better Genes comic. ;P So I have all the praise and affection for her. (she’s also my source of adopting Carol mama as a neurologist ehu)

The fic from starrcrossrose...... hoo boi, I need to lie down all the time for this one. X’DDDD Her fic focuses on physical healing too, but it’s heaaaavy with the mental side of the movie aftermath and hot dayum my heart goes through a cyclone spin on a laundry machine with some of these chapters. This fic is the first fic ever that made me legit cry water tears and not just mental tears, and the most recent update (Ch17) makes me want to break dimensional barriers so I can adopt these dumb children I’m so proud of. Star is a writing goddess to look up to.

And then I deliberately latched onto this post from trubble because while I’ve never interacted with them before their Bloodbath Au is actually on of two of the the only separated aus I follow (that’s why I saw this post) X’D I love the designs, of the boys, and the interesting dynamic of what if Splinter was the “evil” one. But also the comic format is easy to ready, and I love the flow, and the color splash finishing. But omg if i’m not reading with apprehension for it to get super uncomfy ‘cause boi these guys have problems this realm X’DDD I really like how well loved their AU is by them.

What made you excited to get back into TMNT again?

Well, I saw the movie and I thought, hey, I wonder if people draw anything cool. So I went on tumblr just to look at fanart. And within the first five minutes I stumbled upon "Replica" by @kathaynesart and "Bloodbath AU" by @trubblegumm and that was it~

I read that comics in one go and realized that I really wanted to dig into this fandom again:D

[illegal-spiegel]

Firsts w/ Kaoru

Pairing: Kaoru Hitachiin x gn!reader Genre: fluff Warnings: none

first meeting:

y’all met through, you guessed it, The Host Club

it wasn’t your idea to go

but Haruhi, poor, sweet, innocent Haruhi, was about to lose her marbles

she practically got onto her knees to beg you to keep her company

and what kind of friend would you be if you declined?

(you mainly just went because she bribed you with free tea and desserts)

when you showed up to Music Room #3, it was all that you were expecting and not at all what you were expecting at the same time

you eventually spotted Haruhi through all the people and eventually made your way over to her

the look on her face was almost comical

she bid her guests she was entertaining farewell and they left with watery eyes

you covered your mouth to hide your giggles as you took a seat on the soft couch across from her

“Thank god you showed up,” she groaned as she slumped back into her seat

you let your giggles out freely, studying her tired form

“Awe, is Haruhi tired of flirting?” you teased

she only grunted in response, closing her eyes and letting out a content sigh

you hummed in return, picking up a cookie that was on the table and started to munch on it

you two had a few minutes of silent peace before it was rudely interrupted

“Oh, Haruhi!” you hear two voices shout from behind you in unison

you swear you saw an irk mark appear on her forehead

you raise your brow and go to turn around to see who was causing her so much trouble just by saying two words when two people were suddenly leaning over the back of the couch you were sitting on

you looked to your left and saw a boy your and Haruhi’s age

you turned to the right and had to do a double-take when you saw the same face

‘these must be the infamous twins,’ you thought as you studied them

“What?” Haruhi groaned with dead eyes

you could see the smirks come onto the two boys’ faces

“What are you doing slacking off-” the one on the right started off

“-when you have a guest?” the left one finished you raised a brow at them as you pursed your lips

“She could ask you two the same thing? Why aren’t you tending to your guests?” you defended

the twins’ eyes widened as they turned to look at you, both silently studying you for a moment

“We got bored-”

“-so we came to see what Haruhi was doing.”

your brows furrowed as you look to the one on your left

“You just left your guests?”

Haruhi was the one to respond

“Kaoru probably ran out of fake tears,” she said with a smirk

the twins’ attention went back to her, the one on the right’s eyes widening

“Fake tears? My tears are real!” he defended

you took a mental note that the one on your right was Kaoru. Haruhi may have told you about them before but you were terrible with names

Haruhi only grunted in response before closing her eyes again

you saw their mouths open, ready to bother her some more

so, being the good friend you are, you quickly said something before they could

“Just leave her alone, okay? How about you entertain me?” you offered

from what Haruhi has told you, the twins liked to mess around with people. Whether it is playing pranks and tricks or just annoying them

so, you figured they’d happily take you up on the offer to ‘entertain’ you

as soon as you finished your sentence, a smirk was curling up on their lips

“Entertain you?”

“Why, we’d be honored!”

they ended up trying to actually do so at first, using their little brotherly love act

you quickly shut that down

once they realized you knew all their secrets, including Haruhi being a girl, there was a sudden shift in the way they acted towards you

they were more open suddenly

hanging out:

after meeting, he instantly took a liking to you

he and his brother wanted to become friends with you, mainly to annoy Haruhi 

they hung out with you as much as you allowed them to, which was often so you could give Haruhi a break

it took a couple weeks for Kaoru to work up the nerve to ask you to hangout with him without his brother there as well

you were surprised when he asked you, to say the least 

“Hey, would you wanna go to this museum with me? I somehow won free tickets in class and Hikaru doesn’t want to go. I, uh, know it sounds boring but—”

“I’d love to go with you, Kaoru,” you reassure with a big, warm smile

it was the first time he felt his heart do something weird in his chest 

that weekend, you two went to the museum and honestly had a really good time

you two pretty much just wandered around and talked the entire time, which was several hours 

he found it surprising and like a fresh breath of air at how easy it was to talk to you

he liked studying you when you would stare at something before you, your figure glowing under the big lights 

he knew by the time you two left that he had feelings for you

first hug:

you two hugged for the first when he took you home from the museum, actually 

his palms were sweating just from thinking of doing it 

he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t a big deal but he was just so nervous 

he opened the car door for you when you reached your house and even walked you to the door 

“Thanks for today, Kaoru,” you say softly, giving him that radiant smile that he loves so much 

“It was nothing. I’m just glad you agreed to go,” he admits with a small chuckle

you giggle in return and then you both go into silence 

“Well, I’ll see you at school on Monday,” you say to break the silence

without another word, he quickly pulls you into the hug then

he hears and feels you gasp, your arms staying by your side for a moment before slowly wrapping back around him 

“Yeah, see you on Monday,” he whispers, still holding onto you

you two hug each other a little longer than necessary but neither of you cared 

when you finally did let go of each other, both of your faces were warm

“Goodnight, Kaoru,” you whisper a little breathlessly 

“Goodnight, (Y/n),” he whispers back, finally stepping back to let you go inside

he walks back to his car and watches you unlock your door to make sure you get inside okay 

he then finally leaves with a racing heart and a red face

first time holding hands:

after going to the museum together, you two slowly started to get closer

you texted more often, always called, hung out without Hikaru more, and so on 

it didn’t take long for you to fall for him but you were unsure if he liked you back 

well, that is until October came around

the boys decided they wanted to do a haunted house type thing for their monthly event

after Kyoya talked it over with the principal, the club got permission to do it and to have it held inside the entire school

Kyoya went all out too. He hired professional actors and businesses to scare in the school

the club held it during Halloween weekend, that way they could clean up all the props before Monday

the club made a killer with the amount of people that wanted to participate and walk through the ‘haunted’ school

on Sunday, after the ‘maze’ closed, the host club decided that they should be able to walk through it as well

that’s how you ended up partnered up with Kaoru to walk through together

you two went last out of all of the groups, both of your hearts racing as you two walked into your dark school 

after the first jump scare, you two clung together before relaxing until the next scare

after a few scares, you two just ended up holding hands the whole way through 

you honestly didn’t even really notice since you were too focused on what’s around the corner, what’s in that room, or what that sound was

but Kaoru’s entire focused was on your hand in his, the way your skin looked, the way it felt

when you came out the back main exit of the school though, you instantly noticed

you both shyly smiled as you let go, trying to ignore everyone’s teasing as you all started cleaning up 

first date:

it wasn’t until mid-November that Kaoru asked you out on a date

you both were blushing like crazy as he stuttered out his date proposal and it was the most enduring thing you’ve ever seen 

he asked you out, to which you instantly said yes to, but when you asked where you two would be going, he refused to tell you 

he ended up taking you to a festival that was in town after you said that you didn’t want him wasting a lot of money on you 

plus, he’s really competitive, so it’s fun to play games with him 

you two tease each other back and forth the whole night, both of you winning a lot of games

he even won you a stuffed animal to which you playfully named it Hikaru

he ended up getting too much cotton candy and begged you to help him finish it 

you two spent the entire day there and when the sun started to set, he dragged you onto the ferris wheel 

it was very cliché but he kisses you at the top and you loved every second of it 

when he drove you home, neither of you were ready for the night to end 

so, you just ended up sitting in the car for hours just talking up a storm

when your first yawn is released, he does his best to ignore it but after the second time, he sighs and gives you a soft smile 

“You should head inside. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?” he says quietly, secretly wishing he didn’t say anything when you start to pout 

you rub at your eye though as you yawn again, slowly nodding your head

“Okay. Goodnight, Kaoru,” you whisper sweetly before hugging him

just before you get out of the car, you quickly peck his cheek before practically flying out of the vehicle

he chuckles at how flustered you are as you walk to the door of your home

he makes sure you get inside okay before driving back home

he sticks to his word and texts you when he arrives at home to which you both stayed up late texting each other because you didn’t want the mystical night to come to an end

first time giving a gift:

(we ain’t counting the stuffed animal (Hikaru) he gave you on your first date)

you two had been together for 3 months when Kaoru decided to get you something to celebrate

he asked all your friends along with all the people in the Host Club what they think you’d like 

he got many ideas ranging from clothes to food

he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to get you but he’d figure it should be something nice but ‘simple’ 

on the day of your 3 months together, he picks you up from your house and takes you on a date

you tried telling him that you two didn’t have to celebrate the 3 month mark, but he wasn’t having it 

“You’re special to me and being together this long means a lot to me,” he said softly to you before kissing the back of your hand

he ends up taking you to a hill that looks over most of the town, a smile coming to your face when you see the view 

“It’s beautiful,” you reply when he asks what you think

“Not as beautiful as you,” he teases, shooting you a wink before hauling the picnic basket over to the blanket he set down for you both 

after setting everything up and getting comfy, you two dig into the food that he made

once you two have had your fill, you curl up together and watch the sunset

just before the sun completely sinks below the horizon, he pulls away from you a bit to reach into the basket

“Here,” is all he says as he offers you a rectangular box covered in velvet

you raise your brow up at him but gently take it from him and open it up 

you jaw drops open a bit when you see what rests inside, your heart skipping a beat as your tummy fills with butterflies

“Oh, Kaoru...” you whisper breathlessly, staring down at the intricate necklace

“Do you like it?” he whispers, worriedly staring at your shocked face 

“I, um, got it to represent our first date at the festival...” he continues when you don’t reply. “Sorry, I know it’s ugl—”

“No! No, I love it, Kaoru,” you quickly interrupt when he starts to backpedal. “Sorry, I just was thinking that it looks kind of expensive...”

“Well, ha, you see—”

“Kaoru, how much did you spend on this?”

he stays quiet for a moment, knowing how you’d react when he tells you 

he finally pipes up when you give him the look™️

“It was, um, ¥43,687...”

“Kaoru Hitachiin!” you screech, fully turning to face him with a horrified expression

“What? It’s not that bad!” he shouts, his cheeks starting to warm for some reason 

“Not that bad? Not that bad? You’re right. ¥43,687 is way worse than bad!” 

he groans and rolls his eyes, taking the box from you and taking the necklace out 

“Turn around.”

“No way! What if I break it? What if I lose it? What if—”

“What if zombies raised from the ground right now and killed me? Bam! Dead! Wouldn’t you want something to remember me by?” he teases with a smirk

it’s your turn to huff and roll your eyes now 

“That would never happen.”

“Well, yours would never happen either,” he argues

“Yes it could!”

“We can go back and forth all day, sweetheart. We can never know the future and it’s best to just live in the present.”

When you don’t reply, he smiles at you and holds up the necklace 

“You like it, right?”

“Well yes, but—“

“And you like me, right?”

“Kaoru—”

“Do you?”

“Yes! But, Kaoru—”

“Then put it on!” 

you two have a stare off before you give in, letting out a hefty sigh and turning to put your back to him

he slips the necklace onto you and your hand instantly goes to the ferris wheel pendant resting between your collar bones

“There. Ya see? That wasn’t so bad and you look even more beautiful than usual.”

your cheeks warm with the compliment as you spin around to face him again

“Shut up and kiss me,” you snap with a pout

he chuckles and leans forward to do just that 

first “I love you”:

you both actually wanted to say this on your picnic date but both ended up chickening out since you both thought it was too soon

ever since then, you both have tried and failed to say it 

when is the right time to say it? How long do you have to be dating for it to be okay? What if the other person wasn’t ready to say it back yet?

yeah, a lot of unnecessary worries and insecurities

it isn’t until it’s almost your sixth month anniversary that Kaoru finally works up the nerve to say it 

he was planning a little get away vacation for you two during the summer

when you came over to his house one day to hangout, he first plays it cool

you two do the normal stuff whenever you two hangout, watch your show, makeout a little, make food, the works

after you two are done eating and go to continue watching your show, he stops you

“Hey, there’s something I want to show you.” 

you raise your brow at this, wondering what he could want to show you

maybe a new show he wants to watch? 

“Yeah?” you ask, watching him pull something out from between the couch cushions 

he hands over an envelope to you with a smirk, making your brows furrow 

a letter?

“Go on. Open it,” he says with a chuckle 

you let out a short hum in reply and begin to open it up

you pull out two tickets to something, turning them around to look at the front 

“Are these first class tickets to Italy?” you ask, your voice trembling a bit 

“Yeah! I figured it was about time we went somewhere together!”

you shake your head and offer the tickets back to him, feeling as if you’re going to be sick 

“Kaoru, no. This is too much. I don’t need to go somewhere far or fancy or expensive to have fun with you,” you force out with wide eyes

he frowns at your words, refusing to take the tickets out of your shaky hands

“What? (Y/n), this is an amazing opportunity! Besides, these tickets were for me and Hikaru to go with our mom to one of her fashion shows in Italy. Hikaru is grounded now though for that stunt he pulled in class and she asked if I’d like to take you instead,” he explains with a soft smile, bringing his hand to your free one to give it a squeeze

you relax a bit at this news, now knowing he didn’t waste thousands of yen on you 

“Your mom offered?” He nods his head. “You’re sure she doesn’t mind me coming?” 

“Of course not, baby. You haven’t been around her much since she works so often, but she really does like you. She wouldn’t have asked you to come if she didn’t want you there. Plus, she has to punish Hikaru somehow.” 

you chuckle at that last part with a nod of your head

“Okay, fine. I’ll ask my parents about it and see if they’ll be okay with me going,” you agree

he lets out an excited squeal and surges towards you for a hug

“Yes! You’re the best! I love you!” 

at the three words, you both freeze and stare at each other, both of your faces heating up to a dangerous degree

“Sorry, I, um, I d—”

“I love you too, Kaoru,” you rush out before he can take it back

his grin comes right back to his face before he kisses you passionately 

first trip together:

turns out your parents were okay with you going since Kaoru’s mom will be there 

when you three were on the plane, you and Kaoru leaned against each other the entire time

to keep you busy, you two watched your show and movies, played card games, played games with each other on your phones, and so on

when you all finally reach your destination, you’re exhausted but you instantly perk up when you reach your ride to your hotel

you climb into the limo and both you and your boyfriend ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the beautiful scenery 

when you get to the hotel, his mother announces that Hikaru will share a bed with her while you get the other one. You don’t really mind since she’s paying for all this and you’re in Italy for crying out loud, but Kaoru whines and pouts for at least fifteen minutes

once you’re all in your jammies, you all practically pass out as soon as your heads hit the pillows 

you three were there for two weeks and you and Kaoru had so many cute dates

you went hiking, rode on gondolas, went on tours, took cooking classes, saw a musical, visited ancient buildings, went to the beach and did lots of swimming (where Kaoru got burned), and lots more!

his mom even let you participate in her fashion show

she dressed you up in expensive clothing and pushed you to walk on the runway

you were nervous at first but eventually got into it the more claps and cheers (from Kaoru) you got 

it was honestly some of the best days of your entire life

when it was the last day of being in Italy, Kaoru took you on your last date in the beautiful country

you both shared lots of ‘I love you’s followed by several kisses

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[itsallyscorner]

Could you do something where the reader is a marvel actor but crashes a panel that Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan are doing (kinda like Tom Holland did that one time) but the sofa is small so the reader is squished in between them and has to share their mics when asked questions something like that. It can be platonic but they are really close or the reader has a little thing going on with Seb but is really close with Mackie. I hope that made sense!

Oooo this request is so cute! Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!💜

a/n: This imagine is HEAVY on the dialogue because I wanted to include some fun questions from the fans and what not, anyway here’s the imagine:) 

💌.

Stackie Sandwich

You watched from backstage as Anthony showed off his thighs to the crowd, you know, the usual. You were currently at ACE Comic Con along with Anthony and Sebastian. You always enjoyed going to these kind of things. Meeting and getting to interact with the fans was always fun, it reminded you of why you did these movies and how thankful you were to have such lovely, supportive fans.

Currently you and the crew backstage were trying to find a way to sneak you onto the stage without interrupting a question.

Anthony sat back down on the small couch as Sebastian laughed at his friend’s antics.

“I’m telling y’all, you wanna have thighs like these, you gotta do leg day. Don’t skip leg day.” Anthony tells the crowd as he nudges Sebastian. You chuckle from backstage as Kevin Smith, the monitor of the panel continues.

“So I know we were supposed to be joined by (y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?” He asked the men.

“Probably on a coffee run.” Sebastian answered immediately shaking his head with an eye roll. The crowd reacts with quiet giggles.

“I swear that woman cannot function without her coffee.” Anthony remarked.

“I’ve known her for years and lemme tell you it’s like her body is going through some kind of error. We were on set for a movie we did together and I was talking to her.” Anthony started as he leaned forward.

“Now I didn’t know she didn’t have her coffee yet. I’ve been talking for like 10 minutes and the whole time she was sleeping. And when she began to like wake up and talk, it was like she was a sloth.” Anthony shared as he proceeded to act like a sloth saying “Error 404” really slow.

You turned to the stage hand and said “I’m going now, he just called me a sloth.”

The man laughed and handed you a mic from the side. Before walking out you say into the mic, “I know you ain’t talking about me, Mackie.” You walk out to the stage and the crowd cheers loudly. Mackie throws his head back as he laughs.

“Hey everyone!” You greet the crowd, waving at all of them. You approached the guys with your arms up in a “fight me” manner, it was mostly for Anthony. You greet Kevin and move to Sebastian, purposely skipping Anthony.

“Hey, dragostea.” Seb greeted you as he wraps his arms around your body. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hide your face in between his neck and shoulder.

When you pull away you turn to Anthony who looked offended. You send him a playful smile and smack his arm before jumping on him and wrapping your arms around him. He lets out his boisterous laugh and hugs you back. In the process you drop your mic on the stage causing you to cringe.

You guys settle onto the small couch. You sat in between Anthony and Seb, fairly squished in the middle by the two buff men. Their legs took up too much space on the couch, leaving no room for your own legs. The crowd laughed at your face as you tried to make yourself comfortable in the tight space.

You went to speak into your mic but it didn’t register. Looks like you broke the mic.

“Look at you, haven’t been up here for a minute and you already broke something.” Anthony tisked playfully. Sebastian poked you with his mic and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile. 

“I’ll pay for that! Just send me the bill.” You yell towards the back. You look at Anthony and raise your brow at him.

“You need to pipe down, son. You’ve been coming at me all morning long.” You acknowledged pointing a finger at him. The crowd laughs along with Seb. Anthony nods as he stifles his laughs to himself.

“(Y/n), thank you for joining us, how are you?” Kevin asks you.

“I’m doing great! I’m so excited to be here and meet all of you! I saw so many of you guys dressed up, and you all look absolutely amazing! I also saw a dog on my way here!” You answered bubbly.

“What kind of dog?” Sebastian asked pulling your hand with the mic towards him.

“A golden retriever and omg he was dressed as Cap!” You squealed.

“I hope that dog is here because I want to meet them and just smother them with hugs.” You add as you motion to the audience.

“Sebastian said you were running late because you were on a coffee run, is that true?” Kevin asks as Sebastian scrunches his nose. 

“I mean he’s not completely wrong. I got coffee before I got here. But the traffic on the way here was really bad.”

“She’s lying, she spent a good half hour at Starbucks sippin’ on her coffee while inhaling the smell of Starbucks like an addict.” Anthony jokingly jabs at her. You were used to the playful jabs from Mackie, it was how you guys were. Knowing each other for years, you guys formed a brother/sister relationship.

“Alright then! So, we’ve got a line forming for the questions! How about we start?” Kevin continued as he motioned to the crowd.

🕓 Time Skip

It’s half an hour into the panel and you guys have been asked so many questions already. Some about your characters, the relationships off screen, and some new projects. Thankfully the crowd was very nice and respectful to you all, no one asked anything rude or made offensive comments.

The laughs were just dying down after Mackie told another one of his jokes. A teenage girl dressed as your character came up to the mic.

“Hi, my name is Maddie and my question is for (y/n)!” She waved at you with a grin.

“Hi, hun! You look beautiful by the way, I love your costume!” You complimented her, taking Anthony’s mic. She thanks you and continues.

“I—, I’m sorry you’re just so small compared to Anthony and Seb on that couch. You’re so cute!” The audience laughs along with the two men next to you.

You huff and squish your way out between Anthony and Sebastian’s bodies, “In my defense it’s a really small couch! And these guys are so beefy they take up all the space on here!”

“It’s a Stackie sandwich with a side of (y/n)!!��� Mackie enthusiastically announced making the crowd go crazy.

Sebastian moved further into the corner of the couch making more space for you. He even moved his arm to rest on top of the couch’s backrest. You could hear some fans point it out and squeal. You thank him by patting his leg as his arm lingered behind you.

“So my question is, how is it like to be around such tall people? Because I’m short as well and I have to always look up at everyone.” Maddie says into the mic.

“That’s exactly how it is! Sometimes I get concerned if I’ll mess up my back because I have to look up at everyone!” You say into Sebastian’s mic, which he voluntarily held up for you.

“We carry her around a lot on set.” Seb chimes from beside you.

“Yeah like a sack of potatoes.” Anthony adds.

You pull on Seb’s arm to talk into the mic, “They also tease me a lot, but it’s all in good fun.”

—•

“Hey guys! I’m Jess and my question is for Anthony! So you and (y/n) have worked on multiple projects together. How was it like to be in Marvel with each other and act along side each other?”

You giggled at the question, turning to Anthony, “How’s it like to work with me, huh?”

“I mean, honestly, it’s always an honor to work with (y/n). I’m glad that I know someone like her in this business, she’s one of the most genuinely nice people you’ll ever meet. And I respect her for that because sometimes it’s hard to not get blinded by the fame and just become a dick, or a diva in your case.” Anthony answered as he threw an arm around you.

“Aww thanks, Mac.” You smile and lean on his shoulder.

“And to add onto that. Our characters in the movie are pretty close as well, so when Anthony and I have scenes together, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It’s always a great time on set when he’s around.” You finished off.

—•

“Hi, I’m Elena and my question is for Sebastian!”

“This is our last question for the panel, so make it good!” Kevin interjects.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Sebastian says to the fan.

“Bucky and (y/c/n) have really good chemistry with each other in the movies and the relationship doesn’t feel forced onto the fans. I wanted to know if any of the chemistry on screen is real offscreen?” Elena asked with a cheeky grin. You remained quiet as you felt Anthony nudge you with his knee.

Sebastian longingly stared at you for a moment before answering, “Well it’s not hard to act like you’re in love with (y/n), because everyone on set loves her. She unapologetically herself and I think that’s what makes it so easy to have chemistry with her, it just felt natural with her, you know?”

“To answer your question, Elena. They’ve been on a few dates already.” Anthony blurted out causing the audience to erupt. You looked at him with your mouth agape from your position on Sebastian. You were currently leaning into his side while your arm rested on his thigh.

“You weren’t supposed to say that.” Sebastian uttered as he moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for Seb. You guys definitely had chemistry offscreen and everyone knew about it.

“Hey! All I’m implying is that y’all need to both stop beating around the bush and make it official Anthony defended himself.

“Fine!”

“(Y/n), how do you feel about dinner tonight?” Sebastian asked you.

“Sounds good.” You smile at him.

“Great, we have some things to discuss.” He playfully teased the crowd.

“FEELINGS!” Anthony yelled over Sebastian.

Kevin laughed as he ended the panel, “On that note! Our panel has come to an end, thank you everyone for showing up and for your questions! Thank you Anthony, (y/n), and Sebastian for coming here we really appreciate it!”

You guys thank the crowd again and take a group picture with the audience. Anthony leaves the stage first followed by you and Seb. Sebastian helps you down the stairs and keeps a hand on your back.

“Wait, are we actually going to dinner?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah, I told you, we’ve got some stuff to talk about.” He winks as he leads you guys to the green room.

dragostea - love

[bastardsunlight]

Shaking up your inbox with this one for all your married muses:

You get pinched on the butt by your partner, wyd?

//This answer is so long (like my dick), I'm not tagging it with more'n the essentials god bless.

Cable – Would actually be surprised if Wade didn’t pull Some Shit Like This™… and that’s without telepathy.

Gavin Reed – When he was married, he would jump and cuss at the top of his lungs—flailing and hissing, the whole bit.

Harley Quinn – You know that squeal she makes? That. She jumps and it’s pretty much the cutest shit ever, zero homicide. She loves her Pammy.

Jim Kirk – Honestly it’s RARE, but our beloved Captain (sometimes Admiral) does his level best to maintain dignity.

Johnny Cage – In all verses, across all timelines, he whips out a classic charmer line and his spouse HAAAAAATES him for it, but they should’ve known better.

Kung Lao – Eyes wide, lips pressed together, holding back a yelp. He knows who it is—nobody else but Liu Kang would have the moxxy to pull that shit, but it surprises him every time.

Matt Horner – Okay if it’s Mira, he’s screaming and moving away quickly, possibly pulling a firearm. Valerian, he’s still going to scream, thinking it’s Mira, but when it isn’t and the Emperor is feeling frisky, all bets are off.

Mileena – She goes red, hisses, and pretends she doesn’t love it. Tanya knows better.

Mordecai – is just impressed Brick found enough cheek to pinch.

Noctis – Squawk. I don’t know what other word describes that noise—plus he goes red to his big ol’ ears.

Piccolo – Grunts a little then makes a crack about being impressed Vegeta could reach. Violence ensues, but dw they’re into it.

Raiden – Quiet intake of breath at the audacity of it, but Shang Tsung is nothing if not audacious—one must be, if one is to wed and bed a god.

Rayden – Gives it right tf back—usually with a crotch grab so beware. Porno moans optional, depends on how much of a goblin he feels like bein’.

Sandman – “Hey!” Followed by the dumbest old man dad grin you’ve ever seen.

Scorpion – “THIS DISHONOR WILL NOT GO UNANSWERED.” Violence. It’s Shirai-Ryu tradition probably.

Holmes – Actual surprise???

Snake – “Hrrn, Otacon…!” They then proceed to fumble about and then make slow, languorous love. It’s pretty great when love blooms on the battlefield, innit?

Shiro – Like, the cutest “EH!” you’ve ever heard out of a dorito-shaped man.

Twisted Fate – “Well ain’t you cheeky? Gunna finish what you started, big man?” Or some variation on that theme. He is very in love with his giant dingus husband (which is fortunate because Graves is very in love with his twinky dingus husband, so it all works out)

Valerian Mengsk – A surprisingly Anime Gasp™ for a man his size.

The Boss – A comical scream that sounds so much like Nolan North you’d swear it was Nolan North, but that’s crazy… right?