#the facial expression i was going for is like. awe/kinda into it but i think it came across better in the sketch

[synelven]

my shoulder blades give way to feathers forming, my skin is falling away and I feel everything

[lastoneout]

It really is kinda awful how many job listings will just straight up lie to you about what you "need" to be able to do to screen out disabled applicants. Like fucking Safeway will be looking for a cashier and the listing is like "you ABSOLUTELY MUST be able to stand for 8+ hours a day, NO exceptions" as if you can't do everything required to run the check out line sitting down. Old Navy is like "you must be able to understand body language and facial expressions and make eye contact" like sorry dude I think autistic people can sell t-shirts just fine without doing all that, like honestly what the hell does understanding facial expressions have to do with telling someone where the clearance section is. Don't really think the customers at TJ Max are going to go full Purge mode if one employee can only perform a task requiring fine motor skills 15 times a minute instead of 30, like idk maybe you don't need the lines to move thst fast actually. Maybe everyone can chill out and wait a second. I think the people at Starbucks will be okay if the barista isn't great at multitasking and can't make small talk with every single customer while also running the drive through and making 15 different drinks.

It's such horseshit, none of these job require these things but they can just lie and say they do and disabled people will clear out because we know it's just a big neon sign saying "crippled freaks need not apply", even if that sentence is followed by some fake ass fluff about you being an equal opportunity employer. Like you would not be insisting your underpaid cashiers be able to "make eye contact and understand body language" if you cared about not discriminating against disabled people, that wording specifically is straight out of the DSM-5, what you're doing is fucking obvious and pure goddam evil.

The best part too is then you get denied for SSI benefits because you "can" work, they don't actually care that every single job listing is tailor made to tell us to fuck right off. The potential to be able to work and actually being able to be hired are too different things entirely but sure. I can work. If I find an employer that doesn't care that I'm in a wheelchair and can't make eye contact or life heavy objects or that I need to only work 4 hours a day so I still have the energy to take care of myself outside of work and also have to take 10 days a month off for doctor's appointments and unpredictable health flares. And also crucially does NOT require a fucking degree or drivers license. Find me a job like that that and I'd be overjoyed to work.

But trust me, jobs that can accommodate me simply do not fucking exist, and unfortunately for all of us that is very much by design.

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

[libraryofolive]

use the door!

featuring: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

word count: 879

genre: fluff, crack

synopsis: You're stood happily cooking dinner alone in your kitchen, when your boyfriend sneaks up on you. Unluckily for him, you didn't know he'd come home from work already.

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Everything was calm in your apartment, or so you thought. The sun was starting to set, casting the kitchen of your apartment in a golden glow that seemed to make everything prettier. Your favourite album was flowing through the room as you hummed along to it, a smile on your face. You stood in front of the hob, stirring a pot of aromatic food that you couldn’t wait to tuck into later with your boyfriend, Toji.

You felt a pair of hands snake around your waist, settling on your hips with a gentle but strong grip. Usually, you wouldn’t think anything of it, your lover often liked standing behind you whilst you cooked. However, as far as you were aware, Toji was off doing a job that you didn’t want to know the details of, and you were alone in your apartment.

Your instincts kicked in, and you threw your elbow back into the chest of the stranger stood in your kitchen. The man stumbled back, his grip on your faltering, allowing you to quickly turn around and land a hit straight into his nose. Thank god Toji had taught you some self defence on the off chance something like this would happen.

“What the fuck, doll?” The tension in your muscles relaxed as you recognised the voice of the not-so-strange man in your kitchen. However, that tension immediately returned when you realised that you had just sucker punched your boyfriend. Blood was flowing out of his nose and was now covering his hands, which was cupped around his throbbing facial feature.

“Toji? Oh my God!” You ran to get some tissues, rushing back to his side to mop up all the blood.

“What the hell was that for?” He asked, a mix of frustration, confusion, and was that pride in his eyes?

“I thought some creep had broken in and was trying it on with me! I didn’t know you were home, I didn’t hear you or the door go!”

“…came in through the window.” Toji admitted after a beat of silence, tipping his head back and squeezing his nose, the white tissue he was holding quickly turning red.

“Why would you do that? Can’t you use the door like a normal person?”

“Didn’t want any nosy neighbours to see me with blood on my shirt. Although from now on I guess I can just say my girl punched me in the face.”

“I thought you were supposed to be some kind of superhuman assassin, how the hell did I managed to get two hits on you?”

“Forgive me for letting my guard down when I’m at home with you, doll.”

“Aw, you let your guard down when you’re with me?”

“Trust you to try to turn sucker punching me into one of your ‘cute’ moments.“ He grumbled, rolling his eyes. You handed him some new tissue, the blood flow becoming less steady as the conversation occurred. You fussed over the tall man, handing him an ice pack once the blood stopped to try and reduce any swelling that could happen. You turned your stove off, the both of you heading into your living room to sit more comfortably until Toji’s pain subsided.

Somehow, the calm atmosphere you had once had in the kitchen returned, even if less than 10 minutes ago you had attacked your boyfriend. Cleaning him up and tending to his injuries wasn’t anything new in your relationship, as you were often the one to patch up the small cuts he tended to get at work. However, what was new was being the one that had caused said injury. To say you were mortified was an understatement, but Toji didn’t seem all that upset with you.

“Y’know doll, I’m kinda proud of you.” He smirked.

“Proud of me? For hitting you? What is wrong with you?” Your face scrunched up in confusion, an expression Toji was fond of.

“You defended yourself, love. You used what I taught you, and you did it well. Plus, who wouldn’t be proud their girlfriend can pack a punch. Guess I don’t have to worry about ya as much.”

“You big softie.” You lightly smacked his arm, a wide smile plastered on your face. You warmed at his words, and heaved an internal sigh of relief he wasn’t mad. You could not be bothered dealing with a pissy Toji today.

“Only for you doll, only for you.” He smiled, red flakes of dried blood still dusting his nostrils. You wiped them off for him, before lightly kissing the tip of his nose. He winced at the contact, nose obviously still sore from your attack. Your eyes turned into saucers, remembering that you could have just broken his nose, but he shrugged it off and pulled you into his chest until you were lying on top of him on the couch.

“I’ll remember to let you know when I get home next time.” He said.

“And don’t sneak up on me in the kitchen again. I could have a knife next time.”

“You’d never stab me.”

“I bet until today you thought I’d never punch you.”

“…Shut up.”

[ftm-megamind]

a little late in my timezone but. happy javid thursday . i haven't written anything newsies in so long

david can't sleep tonight.

not exactly because he can't fall asleep, or has trouble doing so, but more because of the fact that he's waiting on something. and he hates when someone's late. his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier by the minute, and he's had a very stressful day, both at school and after it, and really, why is jack always late even though he's the one who picks the meeting time?

before david can dwell on it too long, he hears two knocks on his window, a pause between them. he sits up, slowly, so as not to make the bed boards creak and wake his siblings. he slips out of bed, checks just in case if les hasn't decided to follow him again, and then slowly approaches the window.

he's greeted by jack, though they don't exchange a single word, only nodding to one another. not the time for pleasantries. jack steps aside, offering david a hand, and helps him up. david closes the window, shoving a little wooden block inbetween it and the windowsill, so as not to lock himself out.

the two boys quickly make their way up to the rooftop, and david looks around the entire time, admiring how lively new york is, livelier than other cities at night, certainly.

when they settle on the rooftop, on one of david's old, rugged blankets, jack takes out a little glass bottle out of his pant pocket. he unscrews it and offers a swig to david, who contemplates taking the offer. after some thought, though, he decides that it's better not to. after all, what if his parents decide to check in on him later and smell alcohol on him? that would not be good. jack decides against it, too--drinking alone isn't any fun. he does light a cigarette, though.

after a while of sitting in silence, both looking at the stars, jack finally speaks.

"say, dave," he begins, taking a long drag of his cigarette, "if you could go to any place on earth, where would you go?"

david ponders for a moment. "home, i think," he mutters, smiling to himself. "old home, i mean. poland. warsaw."

jack hums, his gaze fixed on david.

"well, what was it like? i'm tryna start a conversation here."

david is quiet for another second. "i don't remember much. i was still little when we left. warsaw was big, and i thought that no city could really get any bigger, so when i came to new york, i was a little overwhelmed," he shrugs. "other than that... it felt nice to use polish outside of home. i really miss visiting my grandparents. they had a little cottage at a small town nearby. we would go at least once a month and go foraging. grandma taught me and sarah a lot."

jack listens, not daring to interrupt. he is in awe of how there's so much wonder and sadness simultaneously in david's eyes and voice.

"that's about it, i guess. it's not like it was perfect," david admits, omitting details so as not to ruin the mood. "that's why we left, after all. papa figured it was safer here."

jack doesn't pry. judging from david's facial expression, it's better not to. maybe he'll tell him one day.

"anyway," david carries on, looking to his side, at jack, relaxing once again. "what about you?"

jack snorts. "c'mon, you know what i'm gonna say. it's far too obvious."

david snickers too, and shoves jack gently with his shoulder. "yeah, obviously it's santa fe, but say some more. like, what exactly you would wanna do there."

"y'know, typical cowboy stuff... i guess i'd find myself a gang and we'd find a nice hideout for ourselves, we'd shoot and rob the bad guys, run from the law... oh, i'd have a trusty horsey as well, 'course," jack lists off the top of his head, as if he's gone over the scenario a thousand times. which he most likely has.

david smiles at jack's boyish descriptions, and then takes a wager. "kinda sounds like you have all that. except for shooting and a horse, but that's still not that far off."

jack huffs loudly, nodding, a solemn smile on his face. "yeah." truth be told, he's been aware of this for a while now. he's kind of grown out of santa fe since the strike has ended, and he doesn't really mind it. not that he doesn't love fantasizing about it still, it's just more like a go-to daydream whenever he has trouble falling asleep. it's funny how long it took him to understand he doesn't need to run away to feel like he has a home. "yeah, i know. partly thanks to you, dave," he admits, shoving david back, far too embarrassed to actually look at him. seldom does he say such cheesy things.

"d'aww," david mocks, in reality his heart skipping a beat and sudden warmth spreading over his chest. "c'mere, you sappy cowboy," he ushers, wrapping his arms around jack and bringing him closer, holding him too tight to consider the embrace a friendly hug. thankfully, jack hugs back, enjoying the warmth and security of the embrace. yeah, this probably beats having a horse of your own and shooting people.

[heartfullofleeches]

Silent Hearts

Yandere Mime Drabble

It's beginning of the season, and with it came new ways to entertain the changing times. Flyers posted around town, you and a small group of friends decided to partake in the festivities and take a trip to a carnival currently in the area. The day was what you'd expect at such a place. Bizarre and sugary foods, games, shows - and rides.

The rides, and their lines, took up most of the afternoon. According to a friend who had been here before, they were the best prt of the whole carnival, and they weren't wrong. After riding your personal favorites a few more times and playing a couple games, you all were getting tired and chose one last ride before you left. Despite the protest of some, there was no better way to end the day than a go on the relaxing boat ride near the back of the venue. You head towards it with the small prizes you earned, losing one as you trip over thin air. You reach over to grab it - thrown aback by what you grab.

"Where'd you come from?"

Instead of touching the slightly static body of one of your stuffed animals, your fingers make contact with soft silk. You raise the item to eye level. Its a puppet. Beady black eyes and gloves. A slightly frown formed into the line of a zipper. You can seen something bulging in its throat area, but it really wasn't any of your concern. This was obviously not yours and you need to return it to its owner. Fortunately for you, they weren't too far behind.

Rising to your feet, you nearly jump out of your skin as an outstretched hand hovers in front of you. Heart beat returning to normal, you realize the gloves the stranger wears are fairly similar to the puppet's.

"Oh, is this yours?"

The person doesn't move, or say a word. You can't read their facial expressions, because you'd have to crane your neck to do so. With their height, you imagine them to be wearing stilts or something. You also piece together they must be apart of the carnival due to their attire.

"Y/n, you coming?!"

You look around them towards your friends. "Just a sec!"

You return your attention to the silent figure. Without the proper time to question anything, you place the puppet in their palm. The speed at which their fingers closes around it surprises you given their statue like nature. They inspect the doll, cradling it to chest once the check up is complete. They lift their other hand, this balled. After waiting a few seconds to see if they'll say anything, you run on ahead to meet up with your friends. Running past them, you can make out the faint scent of flowers.

Joining back up with the group, you stand in line for the boat ride. The wait time is estimated about twenty minutes, so you just chat amongst yourselves to make the seconds go by a little quicker.

Next in line, the ride operator comes up to your group.

"How many are with you today?"

"There's five of us." A friend chimes.

"Boats are two to a seat. I got another passenger up here if one of you wants to go on with them."

You glance at the other rider. It's the mime from before. They're slightly hunched to fit under the awning better, so you can actually see their face this round and they look - sad. Their black lips droop in a long frown; bags under their eyes visible through the paint coating their skin. They turn their head towards the puppet now in their chest pocket, before looking over at you.

"I'll go."

Your friends are surprised by your declaration.

"Really?"

"Yeah. We kinda met earlier anyway."

"I... don't think that's the best idea."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to say anything in case I sounded paranoid, but that person has been following us the whole day."

That - definitely has you rethinking your choice. You take another look at the mime. With how big they were, it seemed impossible that you wouldn't have noticed them before. They're still staring at you. They wave.

Another friend playfully smacks the shoulder of your other companion. "Aw, it's no biggie. They're a performer, its probably just a coincidence you saw them so often. Go on ahead, Y/n."

You cross the gate as the worker opens it for you. The mime stands out of the way so that you can get in first. It doesn't help your lingering uneasiness about the situation to have them on the side with the door, but you get in away. Their legs brush against yours as they squeeze into their seat. You watch as the next pair of riders are ushered to their seats, before the boat is sent off.

The ride is, relaxing. The peaceful music and talk animals lull you into a sense of security that's humbled whenever you glance out the corner of your eye to see the mime looking back. Overtime their puppet moves into their lap; hand slipping into its slit.

You're so beautiful.

"Huh?"

The mime tilts their head as your exclamation.

"Did... you say something?"

They shake their head no, running their digits over their lips and throwing away the key. The ride doesn't last much longer after that.

Climbing off, a tape on your shoulder stops you from going far. The mime pats at their breast and pants pockets for something. Locating the item, they produce two fingers clasping thin air. The mime slips the invisible ring on your finger. You can still feel the tightness of the band as they stand upright. They once again crook their head, eyes drifting from your hand up to your face in silent question.

“I.. love it?”

Ever so faintly  - they smile. You can see something behind their grin. A network of strings embedded into the back of their lips. Almost like-

"Hey, Y/n! Think we got time for one more ride if you're interested."

Your friends circle around you. When had they got off? One snaps a picture of you and the mime before you're dragged through the crowds for just one more ride. This isn't the last time you'll see that person. The invisible band around your fingers tells you as much.

The little puppet waves as you walk away.

[kuroko-no-cuties]

How Mukkun, Kuroko, & Kise react when you make them act like a neko 🐱 (pt1 - pt2 ft. Akashi )

🍬 MURASAKIBARA…

Will raise a judgemental eyebrow but will go along with it anyway, especially if you promise to give him some treats snacks. Will allow you to take pictures as long as you swear on your life you won’t post them anywhere or show them to anyone - especially teammates…he may be laid back but he’s still got standards.

“Hnn~ Chibi-chin has weird hobbies.”

He replies as you squeal over how adorable he looks with his sleepy eyes and the cat ears you shoved over his purple mop of hair. He holds a maibou stick in his mouth which you didn’t ask of him but you sure aren’t gonna complain since it adds to the uwu-ness of the costume.

🩵KUROKO…

will comply with little to no complaint or question. It clearly makes you happy so he’ll go along with it. And he’d rather do 5x practice than admit it but he kinda had fun…

“Hm? Oh you want me to hold my hands like this?”

He asks while holding his hands closer to his face in loose fists somewhat resembling the paw of an animal. You almost faint on the spot as this soft boy effortlessly captures the look of a neko boy. After your little photo shoot you pat him on the head and comment “Good kitty~”

“Ok I think that’s enough… you’re having too much fun with this.”

✨KISE…

Will also comply with little no complaint. I mean he’s literally a model so he’d jump at the idea of you and him spending time together by dressing up doing a photoshoot. He’ll also convince you to dress up and with him so hope that’s cool.

“Nya! :3”

Kise exclaims as he poses absolutely perfectly for the camera. He has this 100% on lockdown - perfect poses, perfect facial expressions, and added sound effects? You’re officially in heaven.

“Alright babe, you’re posing with me on this next one! Aw what are you shy about you’re even cuter than me you can do it no problem! Come onnn~ let me see you as Neko-cchii!”

[thlayli-ra]

Top 5-6 WWE wrestling blogs you would recommend and why (optional)?

Thank you Anon for the brilliant question!

I'm not sure if any of these are strictly WWE, but I'm using this as an excuse to highlight some of my favourite creators here on Tumblr. I'm going for ones I haven't mentioned previously so please check out my previous posts here and here for some amazing writers, artists and mutuals that I love dearly!

1) @princedevitt - Whenever I watch a match (usually an LA Knight one) and he does a facial expression that's really cute or writhes beautifully on the floor or drops the bottom of his balls out on live tv, I say to myself 'I really hope princedevitt has made a gif of that.' And more often than not, he has! He's also a fellow appreciator of Knight's slutty trunks (and appears to be on a mission to murder me with his Nexus/Sideburn Punk gifs!!!)

2) @taydaq - Just the most beautiful ship art I've ever seen. I'm not even an ambreigns or hartbreak girlie but my gooodddd I could easily jump on board the way they draw them. Then there was the Punkintyre piece they did for me as part of an art swap and... *incoherent screaming*

3) @tvheit - Another incredible artist. Such beautiful, colourful, stunning art that I could stare at for days on end (and sometimes do...). I have not forgotten that I owe you a piece for our art trade - it's on my to-do list!

4) @fantasticalleigh - Where I get my regular Punkintyre fanart fix! Gorgeous! Just gorgeous! Their latest 'Broken Man' series is just MWAH!

5) @codypunk - Beautiful art. The kind that makes me re-think my entire style. The way they draw hair (especially Punk's hair) makes me foam at the mouth a little. OK, a lot!!!!

6) - @werkingstiffx - I am just... in awe of them! They don't post often but every time they do, whether it's artwork or a fancam it's just earth-shattering, mind-altering, brain-melting-in-my-skull-and-oozing-out-of-my-nose-and-ears good!

7) @ekmsoldier - Speaking of artists who are other-worldly and make me want to throw my ipencil across the room and give up drawing forever because I will just never ever make anything as beautiful. Took me a while to realise but I used to follow this artist on IG way back when. I've always adored their Finn Balor/Demon King art and it's only gotten better with time. Like, seriously, transcending universes better!!!

8) @normallypassingby - Every so often, this kinda 'dump' of Punkintyre artwork appears on the tags and I'm always mesmerised by it. I adore this artist's anime style and sometimes have to catch my breath at their work!

9) @redhotchilimouse - It's not fair! It's just not fair how achingly beautiful your artwork is! The soft tones, feathery linework and... you just... you draw men in trunks so damn well!!!

I should think of a 10) but I'm tired and my brain won't work anymore. I have missed soooooo many other incredible talents on here so I'm sorry if I didn't tag you this time - I'm be sure to rectify my mistake the next time!

[moviebloggg]

What I noticed TSN rewatch🤪

Eduardo coming to Marks dorm looking concerned at TWO AM. “You and Erica split up” Why r u checking his blog at 2:08 am… - 12:33 and his CONCERN the whole time “it’s on ur blog :(, Are you alright :(, I’m here for you” like damn

Dustin’s adorable wave to Wardo :((( - 12:34 and DUSTIN LAUGHING AT THE “i’m here for you. no i need the algorithm” LMAOO - 12:43

Wardo waiting for him after the face mash meeting :( sitting down, headphones in, clearly been there for a while - 20:32

EDUARDOS DADDY ISSUESSSSS. “You have no idea what that’s gonna mean to my father” - 37:04 AND THEN MARK SAYING “Sure I do” LIKE HE KNOWS AND CARES TOO. Also, “My father won’t even look at me. (1:40:03) and there’s one more time i know he mentions it i just don’t know where😭

“have you slept yet?” (36:06) even after mark made him wait and in that tone like aw

BRO THE FREAKING BEER THING. stop aaron sorkin david fincher you fucking menaces how dare you put that there. (46:58)

Eduardo’s “oh my god…” at 51:29 when he realizes that they are in the stall next to them

THE LOOK AT 52:09. OMG KILL ME RN.

Eduardo’s sad and painful look at Mark after Sy brings up animal cruelty, like ‘really, you went that low?’ - 1:12:39

Marks tap on Sys shoulder saying ‘stop no don’t go there’ - 1:12:42

The parallel of how happy and jokey Mark is when in the dorm during the chicken scene with Wardo being put side by die with how hostile they are and how sad he looks in the deposition scenes. he never once smiles.

Marks sad look at Eduardo after being exposed - 1:14:39

Eduardo’s disbelief at Mark going so low as the chicken thing 1:14:41

Mark opening his mouth to protest against 1:14:43

the pain in Eduardo’s eyes after Mark makes a half joke that probably would used to make him laugh. also the look of betrayal and the eyes that say I don’t even know you anymore. 1:18:17

The disconnect between Mark and Sean. “Ever think about that girl?” “No???” 1:23:52

How so genuinely happy Mark looks when greeting Eduardo in Cali. The little grin. The surprising him. The wack on the arm. the ‘Wardo’. - 1:30:50

“I want- i-i want- I need you.” aaron. sorkin. what. the. fuck.

“I didn’t know whether to dress for the party or the business meeting, so i kinda dressed for both.” (1:41:51) Um aaron you did not have to go so deep with that one my god do you ever think of our feelings.

The piano coming in at 1:43:46 after the reveal is just so heartbreaking.

The PAINNNNN in his voice at “You set me up 😕” (1:43:51)

Throughout the whole confrontation scene, Mark looks like he’s going to cry. so so badly. especially at 1:44:50 like PAIN. And 1:45:27, “Yeah” - 1:45:50, and the REPEATING “You didn’t have to be that rough on him.” (1:46:00).

When he hit 1,000,000 people on HIS OWN WEBSITE he looks downright depressed. not happy in the slightest. he just hit this amazing milestone. should be like the happiest moment of his life. yet he looks like he wants to cry. I wonder why. 1:47:10-1:47:20

Marks outfit during the deposition w the Winklevi being a collared shit and sweater, outfit during the first deposition with Eduardo being a half zip up, and then wearing a FULL SUIT for the second one?? okay then

You don’t really realize it but I think it’s fitting that the last we see of Eduardo the whole movie is the confrontation. Like chronologically, he’s in it for way after, but with the actual editing and all the time skips, his last line is “Makes me look so tough” and thats the last we see him. pretty cool.

through the whole movie just THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS DURING THE DEPOSITION. the SADNESS and REGRET constantly portrayed in mark. the PAIN AND BETRAYAL constant in Eduardo.

THE MOTHER FUCKING NORTH FACE ZIP-UP. WHAT THE HELL DAVID FINCHER. yeah this was genuinely insane tho. like that was unhinged. aaron sorkin, david fincher, AND WHOEVER THE BLESSED COSTUME DEISGNER WAS, reached new levels. we could’ve chalked everything up to gay people always looking for gay people in film, for exaggerating things that were only slightly there because of the need for more representation. but the north face zip up?? come on. I need to get me one of those now. the timeline makes so perfect sense too. We see Eduardo first wearing it when chilling in his dorm - 31:25. Then we next see him in it when at the intern “interviews” - 1:16:20. Then we don’t see if again for a little while, until MARK wears it during the business meeting - 1:33:52. This happens AFTER Eduardo visits Pao Alto. So he goes to Cali, presumably leaves the zip-up, (maybe even gives it??) and then ever since then Mark wears it in almost EVERY SINGLE scene. Because he misses Wardo. ITS INSANE. Like, the business meeting, then the phone call to Wardo. - 1:36:25. Then he wears it during the whole conformation, and is still wearing it later that night when Sean calls him. Like wow. That right there? Insanity. Purely CANONICAL gay insanity

and finally just some more character noticings. I really just love Divya omg. and the winklevii. like they r just so comedic at times. the first time i watched i viewed ty and cam as like one entity, but this time i really payed attention and like they r so different. cam usually takes the lead and he is very level minded and calm, while tyler is very hotheaded.

The first time andrew garfield just captivated me. i mean duh, he’s andrew garfield. but this time i just, wow. JESSE. he was perfect. PERFECT. best actor should’ve been his hands down. every single word he said was so calculated and made so much sense for his character like. and the real best part of his acting was his reactions, to everything that everyone else said. like he knocked it out of the park completely.

[artbyblastweave]

I think one of KSBD's great strengths and weaknesses is the abundance of additional reading and lore. It provides amazing grist for discussion, but I fear it also tricks Abby into thinking he's written more into the story than there actually is, namely, the skew between ROYALTY's presence in the lore vs the actual comic, and also the difference in depictions between who Salami Davis was supposed to be (awful tyrant) and who he seems in the comic (actually kinda alright, barring the brutal prison sentences).

I think there's something to this broadly, but in Solomon David's case specifically I think I have to disagree; I got the Bad Vibes basically from his on-panel behavior. Part of this is that I think that if you're in charge of an empire you created yourself, you're definitionally kind of a shithead from the word go, part of this is that I'm primed to bouts of paranoia at the site of an environment as shiny and orderly as Rayuba even before any untowardly repressive behavior occurs. One major element is that his Demiurge splash introduction occurs while he's in the process of relieving some of his workers of a burden he imposed on them in the first place, which struck me as extremely performative given that he's touring Zaid around when he does it.

And, of course, most of King of Swords is a tournament arc that basically reads as a colossal, televised PR event/ego fluffing exercise. Ostensibly it's a way to find a worthy successor- but if his concern is really purely about making sure his holdings will be secure against the other demiurges should he step down.... why not just step down from actually ruling the empire but make himself available in a military capacity if the other Demiurges try something?

Here my read wavers a little. Because it's possible that Solomon uses the Tournament as a fig leaf for his true desire to remain in charge forever, making his moral inclinations inviolate law; only running the tournament because he doesn't seriously think anyone will ever beat him. It's also possible that his thinking is so warped that he genuinely believes that recreating the universal war in miniature is a good way to pick a successor, and he might have actually honored White Chain's request that he abdicate if Jagganoth hadn't shown up when he did. But I wouldn't put money on the second interpretation. He did not have the facial expression of a guy about to abdicate, and the parts of his dialogue we can see over Jadis teleporting in read suspiciously like the beginnings of a convenient hedge.

[sp4ceboo]

Stray Kids Playing Mario Wonder: Headcanons

A/N: so i've been playing mario wonder with my sister and suddenly inspiration hit, hope yall enjoy this because i sure as hell did

tw: swearing but like once

chan:

has to play yoshi because he's Secretly Awful at Video Games™ 1.0

once he realises he can slurp things up with yoshi's tongue he does it constantly, even when there's nothing to attack, and continues to imitate the noise long after the boys have finished playing

does this really cute facial expression that looks nothing like yoshi but the boys don't tell him that because he looks really smol and adorable

plays blue yoshi because he likes 'his little purple booties'

fake cries with Yoshi every time he does the weird fluttering thing after a jump

100% puffs his cheeks out every time he catches stuff in Yoshi's mouth

in general a precious cutie patootie when they play so the boys don't yell at him when he dies by falling into lava for the 30000th time

more under the cut

minho:

takes out every single enemy they come across, regardless if it needs to be killed or not

the boys switch on the badge that gives money when enemies are killed but then lino maxes out the coins so they switch it back off

plays blue toad secretly wishes he could be toadette but he's not gonna take it from felix

his favourite power up is the fire because with it he is DEADLY - best believe he'll be keeping it, enemies aren't getting near him with that shit

willing and able to steal people's controllers if they can't jump somewhere so he can do it for them

in general, he's super deadly and not to be messed with, carries a lot of the time and develops a tunnel vision mode where he can filter out the antics going on around him (mainly screaming because changbin died again)

changbin:

Secretly Awful at Video Games™ 2.0

delivers a huge speech about his love for bowser every time he appears, followed by an optional peaches duet with felix

lives for the boss fights even though they're not all that, cheers very loudly every time he hits bowser junior

gets personally offended if he gets attacked by one of the npc characters, gets even more offended when he inevitably fails to kill them

tries to move around when there are cut scenes (everyone can just hear him fiddling with his joystick)

started off playing daisy (hyun took peach) but then got banned so is a yoshi - he took red yoshi because he thinks he's the most badass

in general, he is the reason why the boys playing mario wonder is so chaotic

hyunjin:

refuses to be anyone but peach

extra dramatic when he dies, and cries irl whenever peach hits her head on the ceilings until minho threatens to feed him tissues

makes everyone stop if he wants to investigate some tubes, then sulks if there was nothing there

laughs hysterically whenever one of the yoshis have to carry an elephant powered up character, and tries to jump on chan/changbin's back at any given moment because his 'legs are tired'

actually manages to not die despite not being invincible like the yoshis or nabbit but is also sort of useless

enjoys the scenery in the background way too much (thinks the fluff puff peaks are super aesthetic, and it's fair enough)

in general, he's very dramatic (who's surprised) and highkey thrives off the chaos changbin creates

jisung:

huge chaos along with changbin

is actually good but plays nabbit because he tends to try to do crazy things and die so the boys ban him from playing a player that takes enemy damage

purposefully takes the power ups even though they don't work on him just to deprive minho everyone else

can and will freestyle/hum over the music while he runs around in the game, jumping on shit

loud screeching ensues every time they get a wonder seed and change into goombas/other trippy things because he thinks it's so cute

in general, just as chaotic as changbin but dies less + his freestyling over the music is kinda cool

felix:

plays toadette

massive cutie when he plays

copies game characters noises except in his extremely low voice or sings peaches when bowser comes on screen

always makes sure to squeeze changbin's biceps console changbin when he dies

always the one to revive people when they die, which leads to minho not letting anyone else revive him apart from felix

in general is seriously cracked but always waits for everyone to catch up when he plays (that one time when chan couldn't for the life of him climb up that one wall)

seungmin:

cracked

ruthless

purposely avoids people if they need reviving

fights with jeongin to get top of the flagpole

does rock paper scissors with jeongin every time they play to see who is mario and who is luigi

has to have the little crown about his head at all times, if not, he's going to do anything in his ability to get it back

roasts anyone who dies by falling off stuff (mainly changbin)

likes to dash while hitting enemies away with his trunk when he's got the elephant power up

in general, he's deadly and jumps with terrifying precision - this boy is never gonna die because of skill issue

jeongin:

alternates between luigi and mario because of seungmin

secretly likes luigi more but he knows seungmin wants mario so pretends he also wants mario

sometimes looks up the secret easter eggs etc. but he normally spots them before he needs to look it up

favourite power up is the bubble one because he likes jumping on the bubbles

makes sure to sit as far away from hyunjin as he can otherwise hyunjin will deafen him/cling onto him/do that thing where he agressively messes up jeongin's hair

in general, he's good - not as good as felix but he's unflappable and not distractable so tends to be seungmin's main contender

stray kids taglist: @sleepyleeji

[im-a-marion3tt3]

To Much

Phantom needs a break. Tw for unintentionally sh. This is kinda shitty but I needed to write something.

Tour was hard on everyone, all the ghouls and papa eventually only looked forward to going home. This was especially the case for Phantom. The stage lights had stopped being awe-inducing and now only gave him a migraine and stress. His fingers felt far more brittle as he played his guitar; the ache never seemed to leave anymore.

The end of the performance came sooner than he realized, mainly because he had zoned out after the second song, thinking about when he would finally get to go to bed. Even as he bows and heads off stage, his mind isn't fully there, finding it easier to cope with his exhaustion in this state of mind. That is until he gets confronted.

"Phantom, what the hell were you doing tonight?" Dewdrop snapped after they had changed out of their show clothes. He looked tired and pissed off, his hair looking much more messy than normal. They all were too tired at this point, a long nap and going home were over due.

"I played, what the fuck are you talking about?" Phantom muttered back, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. He did have the energy for a fight right now but if that's what Dew wanted, he give him one.

"Yeah, you played but you sure as hell didn't perform! You're not some baby and more, you have to fucking pull your weight now. Jesus, why did Aether have to fucking leave, this is ridiculous!"

"Then get him back and I'll fucking leave! So sorry your Highness that my best isn't good enough anymore!" Phantom spat out before storming out of the venue before anyone could even try and stop him. He blended in with the shadows as soon as he hit the streets, making sure his demon form was concealed.

And just like that, he was gone. Having followed the sidewalk to a brightly lit up building. It smelled bad in his head but it would do for now. Here, he could nap unbothered. Phantom curled up behind a dumpster and quickly fell asleep, cold and uncomfortable but happy to finally get the sleep he so desperately craved. Dew's words rang in his ears, maybe it would be better if he was gone, then they could get Aether back.

Copia took longer getting ready to leave, having more to do and had to make sure the clergy knew of what went wrong during the performance. By the time he finally was ready to leave and met up with his ghouls, he noticed there was a stiff and uncomfortable whispering. Copia didn't know what happened but didn't really care, they were always up to something. Except, he started to get a little more nervous when he took a head count and found them to be one short. Phantom.

Shortly after, a screaming match started, fingers being pointed all while Copia looked on, a heart broken look on his face. He loved all of his ghouls and to hear the one away made him feel like a failure and question why he had ever been put in charge.

It was Mountain who realized Copia's facial expression. He hadn't joined in the fight either, being far to concerned that there was a little ghoul wandering the cold city streets alone. Carefully, he pulled Copia into a hug, holding him close to his chest.

"Just shut up!" Mountain eventually barked, a glare resting on his face as at the other ghouls with a frustrated expression, his horns sticking through his glamour as thorns started to grow off of them. He proceeded to yell at the group at how it was everyone's fault for letting him leave, for making him feel unwanted and for hurting papa in such a way. He had trusted them and they broke that trust. Thinking on his feet, he quickly paired them up and sent them out, figuring such a younger ghoul couldn't have gotten far. Mountain left Dew behind with Copia though, feeling as though Phantom might not want to see him.

It was Aurora who found him, curled up and still crying softly, a piece of glass in his hand and a small puddle of blood on the pavement. She noted that the blood came from his palm, he had most likely crushed something made of glass.

"Phantom! Oh for Hell's sake we've been worried sick," she muttered kneel down next to him and carefully grabbing his wrist to look at this hand. Phantom was not having it though, he snapped his hand out of hers.

"Jus g-go away," he stuttered out, something he only did when feeling big emotions. It made Aurora frown though, unsure of how to actually help him. So, she simply picked him up and tossed his over her shoulder, uncaring of his fighting. She was stronger than him by far and she was scared for it.

Phantom fought the entire way back to the building, noticing that their bus had already pulled up. Great, now everyone would be mad at him, he thought, a fresh wave of tears coming. It was a great surprise to him that instead of getting yelled at he felt arms yank him from Aurora and hug him tightly. It was papa.

"You simply cannot run off like that. You are but a kit still and had us all worried sick," Copia said in his thickly accidented voice as he held Phantom close. Phantom just held him back, crying softly into his shoulder, uncaring of the blood that got onto Copia. He just wanted to feel loved and needed right now.

"I know sometimes we say too much and feel too much but we all love you," Mountain said softly, having come in recently though stayed silent. He knew the other ghoul needed to feel loved and no one but Copia could heal the wounds from Dewdrops words.

[maxlarens]

My summer break has been a roller coaster, but the podcast with Nicole Piastri made me happy, she's an icon,

also with everything she said about Oscar I'm like 'he sounds a bit neurospicy 🤔' and I'm autistic, so I'd like to think I'm qualified to know if people are neurotypical or neurodivergent

- 🍓

awe boo that sucks. sorry it’s not been the best🩷 but right!! nicole is the coolest🥺 like the cutest mum ever. she reminds me a bit of my mum tbh so i love her.

this post validated my autism oscar thoughts🙂‍↕️ as per usual not a diagnosis just a discussion it’s honestly not something that i really considered for him before this. idk why? because i identify with him a lot. and that is usually the biggest indicator for me that i’m going to find traits/behaviours of theirs that are related to autism😭 max seemed obvious to me but obviously oscar flew under the radar.

WHICH AGAIN makes no sense?? the whole deadpan and not overly emotional thing combined with his sometimes seemingly uncontrolled and expressive facial expressions. the often clarifying lando’s non-specific comments. kinda obvious. ugh love it and it always makes me glad to see other people saying it🙂‍↕️

[ticklyblues]

Across The Spider-Verse (arachkids) tk headcannons!!

saw this movie last week and ,,, oh my god i love them all so much i HAVE to write headcannons for them even though this isnt really the kind of thing i normally do

hcs under the cut ⌄⌄⌄⌄⌄⌄

Miles Morales

60% lee, 40% ler

Ler:

Second bigest teaser ever

Loves using his invisibility for sneak attacks

Always goes for the ribs first for some reason

Sometimes uses webs for light restraints if he's feeling mean enough

Prefers group attacks over going solo

"Wow I did NOT expect this much of a reaction!"

Uses electricity to give little tickle shocks (stolen from @/orchid-fics but it was too cute not to include im sorry)

Lee:

Is a literal potato bug. curls up if you even touch him

Kinda guy to scream "NO!!" a bunch of times

Turns invisible by reflex if he knows he's about to get wrecked

Has a hard time telling people he wants tickles so he just kind of sprawls out and exposes all his spots in hopes of someone taking the hint

Maybe he'll tickle someone just for payback if he's feeling spunky

Worst spots are his ears, armpits, hips, and thighs

Gwen Stacy

20% lee, 80% ler

Ler:

Absolutely EVIL

She totally coos at her lees like . look at her and tell me she doesn't

Does light and feathery tickles and then goes hard and rough out of NOWHERE just for fun

Prefers to make the lee giggle and squirm instead of scream

Brings you water after she's done

You can tell when she's in a ler mood cause she gets 10x more sassy than usual (literal nightmare btw it gets to the point where they just let her get it out of her system so she stops being such a bully)

She might be mean but she can tell when the lee's had enough

Lee:

More of a ler but she still has her moments

She thrashes HARD watch out

Snorts

Hides her face with her hands instead of covering her spots

Worst spots are her neck, ribs, and stomach

Pavitr Prabhakar

50/50 switch

Ler:

Oh boy he has FUN

The most teasy guy ever he pulls all the stops

"Honestly, didn't peg you to be a squirmer... don't worry, I can still work with this!"

Him and Gwen teamed up are the most awful (amazing) mean (great) duo ever

Guilty of using the same techiniques that kill him

LOVES to chase people down

Narrarates exactly what he's doing and what spots hes gonna go for next

Has a hard time knowing when to stop but takes the hint after he gets punched a few times

Lee:

Has zero shame in admitting when he's in a lee mood

Just like when he's a ler, he loves a good chase

Will attempt to crawl away but doesn't actually want it to stop

NEEDS to have his hands pinned down otherwise he starts hitting and shooting webs by reflex

Squirms and screams like he's dying

Worst spots are his stomach, sides, thighs, and knees

Hobie Brown

10% lee, 90% ler

Ler:

Usually doesn't join in but when he does he makes everyone SCREAM.

No one knows how he does it but he's the most evil most menacing ler to ever haunt the multiverse

"What'cha laughing at, mate?"

Techniques are different every time but he still manages to wreak havoc without fail

Unofficial big brother of the group

Switches spots CONSTANTLY and drives everyone crazy

Laughs along with the lee

Lee:

Not that ticklish so he doesn't really get much out of being a lee

However the spots where he IS ticklish are all really weird and out of the way

Can't really get anything more than giggles, but all of that excess energy goes into his extremely intense facial expressions and gasps

Is extremely surprised when something tickles badly enough to laugh because he doesn't think he's ticklish at all

Worst spots are his lower back, the spot where his arms meet his armpits, and his calves

WOAH GONNA BE HONEST HERE i loved making this i might end up doing some fics soon ?? idk schools out in like a week for me I'll have loads of free time

[rainbow-okapi]

was absolutely devastated by machina's hands when i read it with my friend (represented by the orange cat) so i made this LMAO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxFpxfGOBnc&feature=youtu.be

*Intense wheezing* I- I was not expecting y'all to love these fics when I posted them, I was kinda just shitting out writing on the high of hyperfixation- bUT- I SEE Y'ALL. and YOU! I almost just spit out my coffee. Thank you omg. I've been having a rough... year or so, been in and out of the hospital, the Urgent Care, my doctor's office- ya da ya da. But I still see all the comments and love, even if I seem a bit radio silent online. I do- have several documents of stories/chapters started; I just prefer to have the whole story completed when I post. Here's a snippet though, from my longer Warforge WIP "Learning to Lie Again" just for y'all! I don't know how long it's gonna take for me to finish this, but just know I *will* be posting eventually.

[...This was only the first day of you wearing the new shell he had made for you. The bright feeling of seeing you. Seeing the person he grew up with, face to face again. Seeing you express how you felt outwards- even anger, discomfort, tension- had yet to make him any less proud. When you turn from him back to the vanity mirror, Percy can see the visible pain lance your face. His question being answered. How your eyes break away suddenly from yourself. Stay cast down from the reflection. When Percy rests his other hand onto your shoulder for support, he continues to be in awe of the sights. Your perspective shifting from self-inspection onto him. The single action brings awash relief to your features. Brows raising and changing the taunt neutrality to a pleasant smile. A barest upturn. You reach a hand across yourself to hold his own. Metal fingertips covering his. Soothing your thumb across his knuckles. The action smoothing your own features into something sweet and bashful. The other hand leaves the book on your legs as your fingers touch across your defined face. Expression attempting to tighten as you truly give yourself a good look. Incapable of turning to true sadness when Percy gives your shoulder a squeeze in assurance. When you go to speak, Percy watches the reflection with rapt attention. Watching the way your lips part to mimic the words. How he can see the thin line of your jaw hinge split just the smallest amount as it opens to project voice. 

“Sorry… I don’t- I don’t feel any facial shifting so I can’t physically tell what kind of face I’m making…” 

At this, your bashfulness does turn somber. The hand on your face making a contemplative stroke from the outer eye corner down to your cheek. Like you might feel the illusion itself and smooth it out. All you feel is metal gliding down metal. If you focus enough, you think you might feel the obscure magic. A shimmer of something. It stays just out of reach of your perceptual grasp. Drapery that flows like water around you without the damp clinging. It’s you though. Percy knows you never linger too hard on sad stuff until later. When it’s the only thing to occupy your mind. You huff exasperated at him. Eyes crinkling genuinely with a full humorous squint to match him. Percy gently shakes your shoulders to jostle you in an affectionate display of rubbing out the jitters. His voice having not lost any jovial quip.

“That’s alright. You’ve only had this body for a few hours time. I’m sure once you’ve had time to properly attune to it, you’ll be able to manipulate it to fit.”

He holds nothing but sincerity for you. Still taking a long moment to gaze at the two of you together. He makes no move to pull you to dinner which you know shall be soon. Percy knew best to take respite after gifting you the new shell. Not to thrust you into any serious interactions for a few hours so you could acclimate to a new perception. So you could process the start of something new. A change for the better. 

So he had delicately pulled you from the sun room he had called you to before. Back into your barren shelter for books and quiet time. Soft company before dawning festivities that were to come. As far as you knew, the rest of Vox Machina did not know of this new body. This new person that they were to witness. You give a long look at your stately armor next to the vanity. It might make things easier for them to see your familiar dress. But you need small steps now. You were not dressing for war. You were dressing for family. The only armor you needed was Percy at your side. Thoughts broken as he leans in close. His body bending to you.

Percival does not stop himself from leaning down and pecking the top of your forehead. His hand gliding up seamlessly to tilt your head. Straightening your posture. Allowing an easier action. 

His cockiness elevates your spirits. Trailing his casual step back while taking grip on his shoulder to retain him in your orbit. Book being set onto your seat. Matching his height is easy. You don’t even have to rise to your toes to smooth your palm flat. Pressing yourself up to that last perfect inch and grazing your lips across his cheek. A first kiss given on your part. Chaste and hesitant of pressure. Sparing a glance back into the mirror again, Percival sees bright eyes. A coy smirk. Offsetting the smooth caress of metal you could only give in the place of pursed lips. Magic creating the feeling of mist across his skin that passed through the dew thin image. Even as the reflection held nothing but an open illusion of feelings. A hearty darkening of your cheeks. Cheeks lined by a tight smile. Eyes half-lidded. He sees his own skin taking rosy hues. 

A groan of relief and delight. A hand circling your waist and holding you to him in turn. Dipping his head into your shoulder to hide his face. You hold him firm. Bracing the back of his head and toying with his silken locks. His shoulders shake with mirth. Feeling the rumble in his chest reverberate between you two. Your voice, his joy.

“Oh, was that alright? A bit ticklish?”

One of his hands snakes to press between the indent of your crafted shoulder blades. Pressing the fabric of a tailor gifted shirt flat between his palm and you. Surrounding you with warmth front to back. Perhaps you are feeling a bit adventurous. A bit bold. Nuzzling your cheek into his hair and focusing on how your body tries to translate it’s softness through metal. Feeling the magic shift like a gentle river stream as his short cut scratches at you. An all but purring groan dipping into the room as he boyishly tries to deny the soothing action without moving away. You match his lax sigh. Inhaling the smell of ash, parchwood, cologne. Just Percy...]

[weeeeeekly]

ML0802-99 – mark x afab!reader

blurb You work at a sex shop and decide to test one of the new products.

info android sex bot!mark x human!reader, one use of y/n, afab!reader, no reader body shape mention, swearing, sexbot au (is this a thing??)

WARNINGS!!! NSFW, MDNI 18+ blog, mention of vagina, p in v sex, semipublic sex, sex against the wall, kinda rough sex, oral (m receiving), swallowing cum, fingering, praise kink (a weeeeeekly staple), reader & mark are experienced, soft!dom mark & sub!reader I think??, no refractory period because he’s a robot, not aiming for accuracy – aiming for vibes, not proofread/edited just pure free flowing thought

this is FICTION!!!!! everything is made up by me. the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned. also, prob not accurate to real life counterparts – idk sex.

wc 1.6k

You love your job.

The job may not pay the best to sustain you for the rest of your life, $20 per hour can only do so much, but the other perks that your boss lets you have been too good to pass up. You get to test out all the new products under the guise of “research for customers”, so you can give top notch customer service when customers ask, “what is the best” or “would work for them”.

What can you say – you take your job seriously.

You know that your friends would be jealous of you. Only if you had friends. Being alone didn’t bother you that much, but as you stare at the massive box in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel the nasty jealousy bubbling up inside.

Your new solution to loneliness! Introducing NEO CUM TECHNOLOGY – 22 different models ready to satisfy and please. Each model has different preprogrammed personalities to appeal to every user.

Each model includes over 1,000 preprogrammed lines from AI technology to allow each NCT model to make facial expressions, talk to the user, and have full body articulation, medical grade platinum silicone, one set of clothes, synthetic hair, and breathing and temperature mimicking mechanisms, all created to make lifelike models.

Jaw dropping to the floor, you gape at the NCT model inside the box. The model was a 5’9 man with black hair with an undercut with white streaks, moles scattered on his face and neck, black eyebrows, dark mauve lips, and dressed in a futuristic outfit of a chrome silver jacket and black pants with black sneakers. This model could’ve fooled you if it walked past you in public, if it wasn’t for the exposed metal skeleton at the back of the right side of the neck and exposed left arm. Nothing you couldn’t cover with a long sleeve turtleneck.

In your hand was the note your boss left you on the register.

Y/N, we got sent a rejected model by accident. Customer service said we could keep it and do whatever we want with it. Thought you might like to test it – could be a friend or something. Let me know if there are any bugs or malfunctions so if not, might get it refurbished to sell.

“Could be a friend.” You scoff as you toss the note back on the counter, turning back to the sexbot.

You open the plastic part of the box as you pick up the instructions and charger, leaning the box against the counter.

INSTRUCTIONS

Model: NEO CUM TECHNOLOGY ML0802-99

Service Code: 007

START turn on by pressing button at nape of neck, allow 5 seconds for model to power up if first time use, battery may need recharging out of box.

CHARGE port at ankle on left leg.

Following instructions, you reach behind the robot to power it on, stepping back as you watch in awe as dark brown eyes safe back at you. The robot steps out of the box and closer to you.

Testing it out, you speak. “Hi?”

“Hello.”

“Are you the primary main user? Please state a name to call you by.”

“Uh, I wouldn’t say I’m going to be the primary user for long, so let’s just use a nickname.” Your eyes dart around the items near you for an idea as your eyes spot the Angel costume in the window display. “Angel. Let’s use Angel.”

The robot extends a hand towards you, cracking a smile. “Nice to meet you, Angel.”

Eyes widening, you go to shake his hand, but the robot surprises you by leaning down kisses the back of your hand. His lips feel shockingly realistic, but you should’ve known since NCT models go for thousands of dollars for just the base.

“Do you have a name?”

“Mark is programmed in my system.”

“Mark, cool.” You nod as you check him out. “So, like, what can you do?”

“My model is able to perform acts of oral on both penises and vaginas, 5 different levels of pace, 7 different vibration patterns, able to perform over 100 positions with full body articulation, and use for up to 6 hours on full charge.”

You bite your pointer finger as your imagination begins to run wild at all the stuff you could try.

“Weird question…”

Mark tilts his head at you.

“Do you have flavored cum?”

He smirks at you, “Wish to find out, Angel?”

You’re on your knees in the stockroom behind the counter as you suck Mark off. It would be naïve to think that he was moaning at how good you are at sucking dick, but he is programmed to reaction to any and every touch with a recorded moan or groan. (You are trying your best to make this the best head you’ve ever given, just for your peace of mind.)

You look up to see Mark’s head leaning against the wall with his eyes shut and moans tumbling past his lips. To your pleasant surprise, his precum tasted like artificial vanilla.

“Angel, I’m close.” Mark moans as his hands grip the back of your head as he begins thrusting into your mouth. You reach a hand down your bottoms and underwear to finger yourself something to relieve yourself from the ache between your legs.

“F-fuck.” His hips stutter after one last thrust that brings your face to his pelvis, cumming down your throat as you take your finger out from inside you. The vanilla taste fills your mouth, so sweet that you could feel a toothache forming.

Mark begins petting the top of your head as you look up at him. “You did such a good job, Angel.”

Beaming at him, you stand up from kneeling on the ground, thankful for the pillow Mark put down for you. He tucks himself back in his briefs and looks at you.

“Hop up on the table I wanna eat you out.”

Well, something’s purring.

You hop up on the table, getting comfy when you hear the bell above the front door begin to jingle.

“Hello?” Some random person calls from outside.

You roll your eyes in annoyance at being disturbed and push Mark’s hands away from your body as you whisper. “Hold on, I have to help a customer.”

Mark grips your shoulders and shakes his head, keeping you in place. Leaning forward, he kisses you with passion.

“Hello! Anyone in there?”

“Seriously, Mark.” You gasp in between kisses. “I have to do my job.”

“You are doing your job.” He leans his forehead against yours as he shoves his hand down your underwear, lightly circling your clit. “You’re assessing my performance.”

All thoughts disappear from your mind at Mark’s fingers working on you. The screeching of the customer wanting to get inside the locked sex shop is drowned out from your moans gradually getting louder. When Mark switches his finger placement as two fingers enter you and his thumb continues circling your clit making your eyes rollback in pleasure.

He leans against your ear as he speeds up finger fucking you. “Need to feel you around me, Angel.”

The sexbot wastes no time removing your tangled underwear and bottom from your legs to replace them with him. His pants quickly come off and he rolls on a condom. Your legs wrap around his lean waist as he easily carries you up off the table and against the wall. Mark holds his cock as he pushes himself into you.

You’re so glad that he’s a robot because the way he begins thrusting into you, slowly fucking you against the wall has ruined you for anyone else. He has to put a hand over your mouth to shush you from exposing your hiding spot.

“I set the pace to level 2 and vibration to level 1. Would you like to change that?”

Mark removes his hand for a minute to let you speak, “S-slowly, holy shit, increase pace to 5, fuck.”

“Noted.”

His hand goes back on your mouth as he adjusts his grip around waist and increases the pace. No toy will ever compare to this. Maybe you could tell your boss that Mark’s model has bugs. Maybe get an employee discount too. You could work for a month straight to afford this if you sparingly spend on actual necessities like gas and groceries.

It would be worth it, especially if get to feel Mark fucking you for the rest of your life.

“The person is no longer detected outside of the door. Should I speed up the pace again?”

You frantically nod your head, and Mark removes his hand to put it back on your waist.

“Fuck me hard, Mark.”

“Okay, Angel.”

He begins slamming his hips into yours as you moan in delight, hitting you in the right spot at a brutal pace that will make you come any second. The shelves on the other side of the wall are shaking with items falling down.

“Cum for me like a good girl, Angel. In 5.” Mark slips a hand back to your clit to send you over the edge.

“4.” Your grip goes from his shoulders to the back of his head, lacing your fingers through his synthetic hair.

“3.” You bring his face to yours to sloppily kiss him.

“2.” He murmurs against your lips.

“1.” The last thrust of his hips makes your toes curl as you cum around his cock. Mark shoots his load in the condom as he stops but continues doing circle 8s on your clit until you cringe away from overstimulation.

“How would you rate my performance?”

“A bajillion out of bajillion. Literally perfect, no notes.”

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author’s note nct robot line only includes those born in 2004 & up because that’s what i’m comfortable with. Still not writing nct wish (even sfw) rn because I need to get into them first. ANDDDDDD i’m basing this mark off his outfit for studio choom mix & match performance with jisung.