#the one big fun thing i get to do this year!

[probablynotcaptainbritain]

So, I think this is an interesting take, but one that misses a fundamental problem with AI. OP mentions this idea of desiring an artistic output without a particular amount of toil, and thats fair. Many people want to have written a novel or painted a painting without putting time or pain in.

But here's the thing. If you have an AI generate an output of work, you don't have an output of work! *The AI does.* This is, in my opinion less like using a new art software to help smooth out the edges, and more like paying an artist for a commission. It can on some level convey your ideas (more on that in a second), but ultimately it is doing this creation. Using AI for background assistance or the like *is* using an artistic tool! And these features have existed for years! But having an AI generate something whole-cloth is not making art. In fact, I'd argue that claiming you made it is tantamount to plagiarism!(Note: Before I get yelled at, this is not a condemnation of commissioned art! I love commissions a great deal! But Im also not under the illusion that I made them!)

In a similar vein to the commission idea, using AI to express your ideas is inherently going to put a filter over your ideas! You may be attempting to create something that conveys the most powerful ideas, but ultimately your interpretation is not what's being conveyed. Art is personal. Its not just about the ideas in it, but the interpretation coming through. Two people are unlikely to express an idea the same way.

But with an AI you dont know whose perspective its drawing from, or even what imagery its using! A piece intended for queer liberation may feature homophobic imagery you never intended, because you didnt make it!

Even slop made by a person has traces of the creator in it! Maybe its just a paycheck, and you can see it in ragged lines that aren't on the works that excite them. Maybe to them art is just disposable entertainment, who knows? Its still slop, but by the gods its slop that is theirs. AI Slop cannot be said to be made by anyone, as its just regurgitated ideas that dont even have cynicism or weariness.

I also think there are ideas about differences between Commercial and Private art swirling around this conversation that I dont have the energy or knowledge base to unpack, but still wanted to acknowledge are present.

To Circle Back To the idea of an Artistic Output Without Toil And People Not Deserving to Make Art: I think its absolutely possible to make meaningful art without significant amount of toil. I think a small doodle that took someone 3 minutes, or a poem on the back of a napkin can be beautiful, soulful art.

One of my favorite pieces of art is a silly Wonder Woman sketch my partner drew me. It didn't take the same level of toil that say The Wave of Kanegawa, or New Mutants 18 or Look Back took. But it was theirs, and they made it with the things that make them theirself. Im sorry to say this, but an AI couldn't do that! Couldn't make me grin like an idiot seeing it, or tear up right now thinking about it. Art is very personal whether you realize it or not! A big part of the beauty of art is the pieces of the people who make it embedded in the work.

I also think AI feeds into people's expectation that art has to look certain ways! The problem is rarely the artist, and more often the preconceived notions weighing them down. When you dont feel like you're capable of making the art you want, you're more likely to make someone or something else do it for you.

But once you push past expectations, there's a world of art you *can* make! If its a matter of technical ability, and you not being able to make exactly what you envision: Try other tools, or even another medium! If you don't know how to draw it, try making it as a collage! Making art is fun when you free yourself from the expectation of how it should look! You may even surprise yourself with how it turns out!

I believe that every single person on earth is capable of great art if they only give themselves the chance to make it. I just want to see you all flourish. :)

(Sorry if this is rambly, but the above post gave me a lot of thoughts and feelings!)

atp i hope it's clear that my stance is not that everyone needs to like and be okay with generative ai art, my stance is that i am not going to take your reasons for disliking generative ai art seriously if they are rooted in the idea that it's bad because it can't produce art with a soul. or that the very act of desiring an artistic output without putting in Enough Work To Deserve It is threatening the fabric of society.

It's an obscenely conservative way to think about art and i'm not going to give it any legitimacy at all. i don't believe in a human soul and i don't believe the value of art comes from the amount of toil it required. i think that, right now and for the rest of human existence there will be creatives who continue to use the tools at their disposal to express meaningful ideas into the world. i don't think the idea that one of those tools could theoretically be an AI image generator is that unreasonable.

most ai generated content is slop but plenty of stuff crafted by human hands is slop too. the way to separate good art from bad art is not by drawing hard lines about what is 'allowed' to count as art, or saying there is an irreplaceable quality to a work that it gets imbued with when created by an Ensouled Being. the way to separate good art from bad art is to earnestly engage with the things you see in the world around you to develop and refine your own tastes about what sort of things you find meaningful and valuable.

it's like such a bizarre simultaneous devaluing and sanctifying of art at the same time to me. like art is so important and special and species-defining and the people who make it possess some sort of unique spiritual quality that can not be artificially replicated. but also Art is somehow a fragile and narrow enough thing that it's at risk of being irreparably bastardized or eradicated because of a machine. i don't get it. i don't get it!

[madebycloud]

not a lot, just forever

jinx/powder x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: the love between parent and child is truly not just a lot… but it's forever. (requested by anon). warnings/themes: fluff & slight angst, found family, domestic, parents au, vulnerability, wife!jinx words: 1.6k notes: happy mother's day :)

The day hasn't been going great.

Apparently Isha got into a bit of trouble today at school while she was playing with the other kids.

You're both sitting on the couch, Jinx on one end, and you on the opposite.

“Should we give her a lecture?” you suggest. “Let her know what she did was wrong?”

Jinx scoffs at your suggestion. “A lecture from both of us? you're really gonna make her feel guilty just for being a kid and screwing up?”

“I don't know!” you retort. “What do you suggest we do, then? just let it slide? it wasn't a minor thing she did. She could have seriously injured one of those kids.”

“It's... not that bad.”

“Not that...not that bad?” you repeat and stare at your wife in disbelief. “Have you lost your mind? she got suspended for two weeks! I don't understand why you're being so...so...lenient.”

“I'm lenient?” she says. “I just don't think a lecture is going to be of any use, especially if she doesn't think she did anything wrong.”

“She doesn't think she did anything wrong,” you say slowly. “Because you have been spoiling her rotten.”

“So she has a few special privileges.”

“A few? you're literally spoiling her, Jinx. She's turning more and more disobedient each day! You're just allowing her to do whatever she wants!”

Jinx glares at you. “So what? I'm letting her have her fun, unlike those uptight school teachers that get mad because a ten-year-old girl got a little too rough on the playground.”

You groan. “You need to stop feeding this behavior. This kind of thing would never have happened if-”

“-Oh, here we go,” she interrupts, rolling her eyes.

“I was going to say, ‘if we had just talked to her like normal parents’” you continue. “No one is calling you a bad mother. But you do realize that you need to set boundaries and actually tell her no once in a while.”

“Boundaries?” she repeats, scoffing. “You don't think I know how to set boundaries?”

“I just don't think you know the difference between being a parent and being a glorified-”

“I swear, if you continue with that sentence-”

“-Can you just stop?” you ask. “Can you, for one moment, just quit arguing and really listen? you realize that we're talking about Isha, right?”

She doesn't reply and simply averts her gaze, sulking.

You soften your tone, hoping that maybe this time, she'll actually listen and understand. “I'm not attacking you, Jinx. Isha was suspended. Suspended. Because instead of just playing a normal game, she decided that roughhousing was the way to go. And now that she's here, it hasn't fazed her at all-”

“I know that.“

“Then why do you still act like she did nothing wrong? if you act like it's not a big deal to her, then she's going to do it again.”

“...I know.”

You see her body slumping into the couch cushion. “You know, you're a good mother. I really think you are. But sometimes.... you let her get away with a lot.”

Jinx avoids eye contact but nods, her hand reaches to her shoulder and she picks at a loose thread on her shirt.

“I'm not talking about the times when she's staying up too late or she doesn't want to finish her vegetables. I'm talking about the fact that she's acting out in school,” you see her glance at you before looking away again, “she's doing things that kids her age really shouldn't be doing.”

“I'm...” she mumbles before burying her face in her hands. “I have no idea how to do this.”

That statement stuns you silent.

She admitted it.

Not as a joke. No sarcasm, no snark, just her...actually realizing how out of control things have gotten.

With all the courage you can muster, you stand up and kneel in front of her. You slowly reach out, take her hands into yours, gently pull them away from her face, and then kiss both her hands.

You feel her body tense at your first touch, and it's a good thing that she's refusing to look at you too because you can't look at her either. 

You're scared of looking into her eyes and seeing hatred or disgust... because what if this is the last straw, and she's just done?

But at the same time, you want to know, you need to know.

You take a risk, slowly letting your gaze travel from her knuckles to her wrist, to her arms, to her shoulders, to her collar, and then finally you look up.

And instead of the rage that you were expecting, you immediately get a jolt in your chest.

She's crying.

A few lone tears are making their way down her cheeks, but her eyes are red, and there's an undeniable quiver to that bottom lip.

She... she's looking at you with those eyes, and you can tell, you can just tell, that Jinx is holding herself back from looking away. She's holding that little thread of composure together as fiercely as that fraying thread on her shirt.

And all of your words, every thought, and all of the frustration you may have had, it's all gone.

You can't feel angry at her, seeing those tears in her eyes. If anything, you feel angry at yourself. For making her cry, for making her upset.

“Jinx-” you start, but any other words you had are swallowed down when you realize that saying her name is enough to make her eyes leak even more.

“...I'm... I'm sorry, I... I just-” she mumbles, choking back a sob, “I just.... I was scared. I still am. I...I don't know what I'm doing... I....I really.... really don't.”

“Don't apologize. That's not what I want,” you say. “This... parenting thing...it's confusing. For both of us. It's not like we can ask anyone for advice...”

“I just.. I wanted to be better than him,” she whispers. “I just want to do the right thing. I...I want to be a good mother.”

You sigh and let go of her hands, turning to sit next to her on the couch and pulling her into a hug. She drops all of her walls, and she clings to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

“... I'm.... I'm trying. I'm really, really f-f-fucking trying...”

“We're trying,” you repeat, your hands rubbing circles gently along her back. “We are. We're trying our best, we really are… we're both trying to do the best thing for her. We're both scared of making mistakes.”

She doesn't respond vocally, but you do feel her nodding.

“We just... we just need to be honest,” you continue. “We need to be honest with each other, and... and we need to be honest with Isha.”

“I'm sorry…” 

“Please stop that. Stop saying sorry. I know you just want to spoil her, to give her the world. You... you just have trouble saying no... and setting boundaries. We both do.”

“We suck at being adults and we suck at being parents.”

“We're both a little childish ourselves,” you say and you feel her nodding again, “and our poor kid is growing up with us, what a terrifying thought.”

She pouts. “... yeah,” she mumbles.

“Yeah,” you echo. “We both need to work on that,” you say, bringing a hand up to wipe the last tears away from her cheek. “You give her the whole moon, and I… I hold her hand and remind her that her feet are still on the ground.”

She snorts at that and even lets out a small laugh through her tears.

“We're not perfect,” you go on. “We're far from it. We've both got things to work on. There's no... there's no rulebook. No manual to follow. No way to... no way to do this whole ‘parenting’ thing except for trial and error. We're going to mess up. It's inevitable. We need to mess up, because this is new.”

Jinx's grip on you tightens even more.

“We will mess up. We will fight. We will argue, but... but we will never give up. We will never stop trying to do what is best for her. For Isha.”

“For our daughter,” she adds.

Your heart almost melts after hearing those words.

“For our daughter.”

Just then, you hear the sound of a door opening to your side. Both your heads turn, and you see Isha standing in the doorway, holding her blue stuffed bunny.

“Oh, hey sweetie,” you say, as soon as you see Isha come into view “come.”

She slowly walks towards you, never letting go of her beloved bunny. She climbs into your lap along with Jinx, sandwiching herself between you two.

Jinx reaches out to hold her, while you pull up her bunny to brush a few loose strands of hair out of her face. She leans into Jinx, and you can see Jinx's expression soften considerably.

“Hey...” Jinx says, and in spite of her watery eyes, she offers a smile to the little girl.

“We'll talk to her later,” you tell Jinx. “But for now…” let this moment remain unbroken.

She nods and ruffles Isha's hair, drawing a giggle from her.

Isha then cuddles up in your combined arms. 

Jinx gives you a look. A look that you can't quite understand the meaning of at first. But then you see the corners of her lips turn up, just enough for you to catch a ghost of a smile.

She looks... content. Like this is how it's supposed to be.

A family.

You're a family.

You're a family, and you're going to stay that way, come hell or high water.

You don't need a mansion. You don't need riches or jewels. You don't need fame or glory.

You're happy with just being here, with them.

You will never, ever, ask for anything more. Because this is enough.

All you want is for this to last.

Not a lot, just forever.

[stzrgirl4norris]

born to be with you

Lando Norris x Best Friend!Reader

summary: reader and Lando were best friends to their eyes only, but they were forced to face their true feelings once confronted by an uncomfortable situation

based on this lovely request

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ yourinstagram posted on their story

"can't take him anywhere 🙄"

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ lando posted on their instagram story

"she told me to write matcha princess"

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yourinstagram guys this lando norris guy is everywhere i swear

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maxfewtrell you guys went on a date without me??

> user likely place for them to be

charles_leclerc Omg what is Oscar doing there?

> yourinstagram i can tell you were proud of that joke > charles_leclerc It was funny > oscarpiastri No it wasn’t

danielricciardo no one cares about lando show us your face (respectfully)

>yourinstagram omg anything for you king 👑

> maxverstappen1 I wasn’t expecting this > yourinstagram are you jealous??? @ maxverstappen1 👀

> maxverstappen1 No but someone else might be… > user OMG MAX ??? > user Max knows something we don’t

pierregasly just kiss already

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lando teaching her that golf is fun

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yourinstagram the only fun part about this is driving the cart and looking cute

> lando you didn’t even drive the cart >yourinstagram but did i look cute?? 👀 > user i know he blushed

maxfewtrell you can’t say it’s fun when you actually competed against her you dumb fuck

>yourinstagram it's okay to feed his ego sometimes 🥱

lilymhe @yourinstagram would you like me to teach you next time?

> yourinstagram you don’t even need to ask

carlossainz5 Her form actually looks great

>lando obviously duh 🙄 i was her teacher

> yourinstagram let’s give ourselves the proper insignificance

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Lando's twitch stream

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ twitch chat

user omg did bro actually ended the stream? user jealous!lando out of the closet user that was hot ngl user y/n better do something

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lando told you guys she wasn’t free on friday

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georgerussell63 @yourinstagram blink twice if you need help

> lando funny i’ve been telling carmen that for the last 5 years

yourinstagram not brad pitt but i might like you more

> lando this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me

maxverstappen1 Telling Lily these are her real parents 😂

>kellypiquet Max... Delete this... 😅

oscarpiastri Clap if you’re surprised

> oscarpiastri Notice how no one clapped

francocolapinto jesus @yourinstagram release the grip no one is taking him

>yourinstagram nice try... i've seen the way you look at him 😤

danielricciardo bro really thought no one knew

kimiantonelli Why are fans surprised they are dating? I thought we've already established that

>georgerussell63 They weren't dating before >kimiantonelli They weren't?????

carlossainz55 About time 😍

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yourinstagram i heard a rumour

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lando can you do weddings?? like as the bride??

>yourinstagram omg i blushed 🤭

alex_albon close enough welcome back romeo and juliet

kikagomes and the crowd is.... not surprised

oscarpiastri big fan of whatever this is

>mclaren when are we having a papaya double date?? 😍 > oscarpiastri bold of you to assume we can take these two anywhere

alexandrasaintmleux mom and dad

user how many flowers did he give her??

user they're getting married in five days bet

user con😭gra😭du😭la😭tion

lilzneimer prettiest! 😍❤️

>yourinstagram no YOU

charles_leclerc When is Leo going to have a brother?

>lando chill mate baby steps > yourinstagram i'll text you leo's brother's name tomorrow

georgerussell63 Watch them start to breath each other's air

maxfewtrell it's not a rumour if it's true

[astars-things]

Birthday posts

Summary- SMAU where Jack, Lando, Quinn, Luke and Half of the grid post y/n for her birthday and a bonus Insta edit of what y/n posts for Jack

*all photos are from pinterest I do not own them

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@.QuinnHughes Happy 24th birthday to these two crazy idiots. As your older brother, I've witnessed your wild nights, chaotic ideas and questionable fashion choices over the years, and documented most along the way. Watching you grow up side by side has been one of the greatest joys of my life. Love you both  

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@.Y/n_hughes who tf is cutting onions near me rn  

@.Jackhughes not crying just... sweating from my eyes bro

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@.lhughes_06 happy birthday to the two people who made growing up equally fun and mildly traumatic. thanks for being my built-in best friends, role models (sometimes), and constant sources of chaos. love you both, even when you roast me in group chats

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@.Jackhughes its called charater development and you're welcome 

@.Y/n_hughes Love you baby bro. Also role models sometimes?? please. i’m clearly the best example you’ve ever had 😌

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@.Jackhughes Y/n, You are many things in life and I'm so lucky to call you my little sister, wombmate, my best friend and my partner in crime. From the moment we entered the world (a whole 2 minutes apart), you’ve been right by my side through everything. You have supported my hockey dream since we were little and I couldn't be more thankful for you. No matter how far apart we are from each other our bond grows everyday. Love you forever and always lil sis ❤️

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@.Y/n_hughes Jacky...I'll forever support my partner in crime ❤️ but why you got me sobbing on my bedroom floor

→@.Landonorris I can confirm she is on the floor sobbing

@.trevorzegras broo this made me cry 

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@.danielricciardo Happy birthday to this absolute legend who matches my australian energy perfectly. Thank you for capturing my good angels whenever we shot for Mclaren social media very much appreciated. You make every paddock day 10x more fun. Don’t ever change, Y/n 🍾

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@.Y/n_hughes Danny ric...Love you so much pookie and hey, you’re welcome for the content

→@.danielricciardo love you too 

@.Landonorris when did half of these photos even happen? 

→@.Y/n_hughes next Question 

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@.carlossainz55 Happy birthday pequeña estrella (Little star)  Thank you for being a number one Carlando supporter even when we didn't ask for it. When I moved on from McLaren you still showed me support and cheered me on and I couldn't ask for a better friend and also thank you for putting up with Lando, Your paycheck for emotional labor is in the mail 

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@.Y/n_hughes Love you always Carlitooo 

@.landonorris wait she’s getting paid for putting up with me??? → @.carlossainz55 mate it’s back pay at this point

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@.Landonorris To my dearest Y/n, Happy Birthday my love. You love me on my best and worst days, You cheer the loudest for me even when I want to give up, You help keep me humble when my ego gets to big, You are the calm to my chaos and You make my smile on days I don't want to smile. Words don't do it justice on how much I love you but I’ll spend forever trying to show you. You are my heart, my peace, and my favorite person in the world.  

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@.y/n_hughes currently sobbing. you’re everything, lando. always have been, always will be 💛 → @.landonorris and you’re stuck with me forever. sorry not sorry 🫶

@.jackhughes this is cute and all but if either of you makes out in front of me today i’m walking into traffic → @.lhughes_06 he’s not kidding.

@.oscarpiastri glad someone keeps his ego in check tbh → @.landonorris betrayal from inside the team?? wow.

@.danielricciardo ok but who actually wrote this for you?? → @.landonorris rude. I’m soft sometimes.

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@.Y/n_hughes Jack, You are my older brother by two minutes but you never make me forget that. No matter what you're doing whether its sleeping, getting ready for a game or out partying you make sure to always make time for me to have a five minute phone call just to check in on each other.  And those five minutes mean more to me than you know. And those five minutes mean more to me than you know. You're my wombmate, partner in crime and I would give you my kidney if you asked for it but I'll never let you borrow my phone charger and I think that sums up our relationship perfectly. Love you forever, even when you steal my fries. 

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@.jackhughes this made me emotional. love you always, wombmate ❤️ → @.y/n_hughes love you too. fries? no. charger? never. My kidney? fine.

@.trevorzegras watching the hughes twins bicker is better than 90% of TV shows → @.landonorris petition for a reality show. just them. no filter.

→ @.y/n_hughes Yeah no...not a good idea

@.quinnhughes i blinked once and y’all went from fighting over who got the front seat to this 💀 → @.jackhughes i still deserve the front seat → @.y/n_hughes he’s delusional, your honor

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[evilcarmona]

Okay, just listen to me…

So this story starts with the Fentons. Their little omega son was born not so long ago (I don't believe in ABO, where people learn their gender in adolescence, it's weird). In general, he is just a kid, but they decided to go on an expedition because they had an exclusive opportunity… What could have gone wrong?

All. You see, their poor little boy was lost in the mountains. There was nothing they could do. At least their daughter was safe… But because of their carelessness, they lost a child. Because of this, they will never build a ghost portal. In fact, they'll give up ghost hunting altogether and even start visiting Vlad out of guilt (he's a little less of a jerk because they finally remembered him).

In fact, it was a little more complicated.

Let's move to the League. How lucky they were to spot a couple of scientists studying what looked like the Lazarus Pits Water. even better, these idiots were next to their child. Of course, the League took Danny away to blackmail the Fentons into working for them later. But as they delved deeper into their work, it became clear that the Fentons were simply obsessed with ghosts… They are unlikely to be useful.

So they had an omega baby in their arms. Of course, you can get rid of it… But isn't he the same age as the young master? Of course, young alphas benefit from having an omega of their own age around. Why not keep it? Ra's simply waved his hand. He's a f... old man who thinks omegas are cute furniture, if his grandson can get a nice little thing, why not?

So, they grow side by side. Danny's learning some self-defense, but he's not in the best of health, and he's just an omega, so no one thinks he's going to make it. Nor does he show any interest in it. He seems to have inherited all that mad scientist energy from his parents? In this case, he simply joins the scientists working for the League. He tolerates the Water of the Lazarus Pits surprisingly well (after all, when Maddie was pregnant, she was infected with ectoplasm).

So, when Damian got his first missions (let's do the League of Assassins missions with Mom), he started bringing Danny all sorts of things: small hairpins-stars, souvenirs and sweets. It's cute. They became very close. When they promise to marry each other in the future, it's just charming, but Talia doesn't take it seriously, and Ra's just doesn't care (he probably thinks that in 20 years his grandson will have a harem in the spirit of Luo Bingge).

Unfortunately for them, even little Damian takes his promises very seriously.

Only then does Talia pick him up from the League and bring him to his Father. She promises to look after Danny (she lies ). Events follow one another. Soon, Danny joins a project to study the Lazarus Pit water treatment device. What do you think it builds? A few years pass, and Danny becomes the one who launches the portal to the Infinite Realms. Needless to say, he didn't plan on it.

It die. He is alive. When he found out what was on the other side, he destroyed the portal. After collecting the blueprints, he runs out of the league (because now it's much easier for him to do it).

It wasn't that he didn't know where to look for his dear young master. The young master is the only one he can trust with this secret.

After all, it's something fun.

Alfred: A courier came by today. Did Young Master Damian order anything?

Damian: No, what is it?

Alfred: The big box.

Bruce: Be careful, what if it's a bomb?

Danny, jumping out of the box: Has anyone ordered an ectoscientist? A ghost? Maybe the bride?

Somewhere in Amity Park, one of Vlad's inventions starts beeping. He immediately informs the Fentons that an overly powerful ecto-energy burst has been detected… And now it's making its way to Gotham City. They didn't want anything to do with it until Vlad said it was originally near the place where they lost their son.

Could it be the ghost that killed him? Or maybe this is the ghost of their baby, who can be seen for the last time? Anyway, it's the last time the Fentons are out hunting.

(Well, they'll end up hunting really well. I'm not sure what Ra's has to do to get away from Maddie.)

By the way, do you see this ugly suspension with a ghost and a heart? Jack had made it for Maddie before they were married. He was with Danny when he went missing…

[whambamsami]

smile, you're on camera! pt. 2

pt. 1

summary: basically only porn lmao

warnings: 18+, smut! like the whole thing is smut!

note: this is legit the third thing i've ever written, and my first time writing actual smut! definitely have a bit to learn haha but i had fun! not proofread at all so if there's any plot holes/errors im sorry <3

If he could hear your heartbeat before, you couldn’t imagine it now. 

You slid off your bed, fixing your nightgown, and made your way to your door. The very door that was the only barrier between you and Bucky’s apartment. Your hands were shaking, your throat tightened, your legs frozen. 

But ugly thoughts started to swirl in your brain. 

What if he was just toying with you?

Your grip on your doorknob was so tight your knuckles were turning white. 

You couldn’t do this. 

Could you? 

Regardless, you had two options; you could chop this up to his usual flirty banter, or you could finally relieve yourself of the tension that had been bubbling between you and Bucky since you could remember. Just once, to get him out of your system, you tell yourself. 

There was a third option that seemed much more appealing and within reach than the other two. 

You could pour yourself a fucking drink. 

You released the door, took a shaky breath, and pivoted toward your fridge, reaching numbly for the chilled martini glass you always kept in your freezer in case of emergencies. 

This absolutely qualified as an emergency.

Before you could even uncap your cheap vodka, there was a knock at your door. 

You didn’t need to guess who it was.

You froze, standing perfectly still. Maybe he didn’t know you were in here. 

“Sweetheart, we both know I can hear your heartbeat from all the way in my apartment. You think I don’t know you’re in there?”

Goddamn supersoldier serum. 

You don’t move. 

You hear him again, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Please?”

Well, now it would just be improper to not hear him out. 

You put your martini glass on the counter, wipe the condensation off your hands unceremoniously, and open your door. 

Bucky absolutely dwarfed you, his looming figure almost too tall and broad to fit in the frame. He had to duck his head a bit to enter your apartment. Was he always this…big?

He took a step toward you, looking entirely too calm considering your last conversation. 

“Y’know, I may be over a hundred years old, but even I know that it’s considered rude to ignore someone’s texts.”

Another step toward you. You take one step backward. 

“Yeah, well, eavesdropping is considered rude too. What happened to privacy? Where’s your shame, Barnes?” you counter, praying he’d be so distracted with your usual banter to notice just how much you were flushing. 

Another step forward. Another one back. You can feel the cool marble of your kitchen counter through your paper-thin slip sleep dress, and you were reminded of just how little was between your too warm, too desperate body and Bucky. 

He tilts his head, giving you that easy smile that always has you weak in the knees, and weaker in between them. He leans in and places his vibranium hand next to you, bending down to give you a better look at the predatory glint in his eyes. For a second you wonder if he was smiling or baring his teeth, flashing his canines, reminding you who was really in charge.

“You’re right, sweetheart. Where are my manners? It was awful rude of me to interrupt your private time.” his mild Brooklyn accent was thicker than usual, you think to yourself, before he wipes any thought in your mind by innocently asking “is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I do happen to be a professional in the area.”

Your lips part for just a second. You hope he doesn’t catch it. 

But nothing gets past Bucky Barnes.

A self-satisfied smirk dances on his lips as he puts his flesh hand next to your hip, caging you against your kitchen counter. 

The White Wolf was closing in on his prey. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” he purrs, eyelids lowering, “you don’t play well with others?”

You could taste the mint on his breath, could smell the woodsy warmth of his cologne. 

You open your mouth to say something, but you can’t find the words. You can’t find any words. The only thought running through your mind was about how his arms felt next to you, how close he was. 

One metal, one flesh. One radiating heat, the other as cool as the long-forgotten martini glass that still stood perched behind you two on the kitchen counter.

You’d read somewhere once, that going from hot to cold too fast was bad for the human body. That it could give you a heart attack. You never knew if that was true or not, but it worked as an effective warning to ensure you didn’t spend too much time in your friends’ hot tubs on cold winter nights. 

Tonight, you wondered if it was true. If Bucky’s contrast of hot and cold touch would overwhelm your body and you would just die right there. 

There were definitely worse ways to go. 

His voice brings you back to Earth.

“Tell me to stop, “he mumbles, lips ghosting and noses bumping, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

His hands found your waist. Gentle but firm. Grounding. Tempting.

You knew he would leave, if you told him to. He sounded so earnest. So genuine. Vulnerable. 

Could he not see that you wanted this?

Your eyes found his. 

You could see it. The cracks in his restraint. Like he was forcing himself not to close the distance between you until you said the words.

He wanted you. 

Badly.

Your voice came out softer than you’d expected it to. 

“I’m not going to.” 

His restraint shattered.

His eyes darkened, his grip on you tightened, and he wrapped his vibranium arm around your waist and pulled your body against his, his other hand cupping your face, drawing you into a searing kiss.

You could practically taste his want. It was everything you had both held back, built on endless nights you’d nearly crossed these lines. He started softly, sweetly, as gentle as fresh-baked meringue. 

That didn’t last long.

He pulled away, just barely, and you could hear him murmur something like “...waited so fucking long for this…” before he was diving back in, deeper than before. Your hands fisted in the fabric of his red henley shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. It was raw. Unfiltered. Desperate. His lips were on yours like he’d dreamed of this, like he was afraid it might be the last time he’d ever kiss you, that maybe, if he did a good enough job, you might let him touch you a little longer. 

His hands were everywhere, grazing your exposed spine, his thumbs digging into your hips. 

Bucky broke the kiss for a moment, and before you could protest, he was grabbing you behind your knees and hoisting you up to sit on your kitchen counter like you weighed nothing. 

You let out a small squeak of surprise that had him grinning against your lips, capturing them again, swallowing the sound. 

One of his knees nudges between yours, opening you up to him. Your thin silk gown rides up on your thighs, exposing even more of you to his gaze, feeling so vulnerable your first instinct is to squeeze your legs shut. 

But he’s quicker. 

His vibranium hand stills your movements, cool in contrast to the heat permeating the room.

“You’re not going shy on me, baby, are you?”

His voice rumbled, leaning forward to let his lips graze your neck. You shiver at his touch, arching into him instinctually. You could feel him chuckle against you, could feel his stubble scratch you gently as he nipped at your collarbone, pulling a soft gasp you couldn’t stop if you wanted out of your lips. 

“Oh, where’s that mouth now, sweetheart? You sure had a lot to say earlier,” he croons, almost mocking you, stepping in and pressing his hips into yours, “Does something have you frustrated, doll? C’mon, use your words...”

You shoot him a glare, trying to gather enough air to speak, to fight, something-but then he shifts that same thigh upward. Pressure. Heat. Friction.

“God, Bucky...” you whisper, only half aware you’ve even said anything, so caught up in the effects he’s having on you.

And you can just feel the cockiness radiating off of him.

“Thought so,” he kisses your pulse point before grazing his lips on your earlobe, “I’ve been paid to fake reactions before, sweetheart...” His teeth graze your skin. “But that right there? That was real.”

You gasp, fingers curling against his chest.

“You’re such a-”

“Careful,” he murmurs, nudging his knee higher, eyes glittering. “You’re talking like you don’t want this. But your body’s saying something very different.”

He grinds just enough to draw a moan from your throat-a sound you did not mean to make. The second it escapes, his smile turns downright dangerous.

“Ohh,” he croons, lips ghosting over yours, “was that a moan? That little sound right there? That’s my favorite.”

You grit your teeth, trying to remember whatever point you were so desperate to make.

“I’m not some...fan,” you snap, even as your legs tremble around his. “You’re not going to ruin me with some pornstar act-”

His brow arches, slowly, like you’ve just dared him to try.

“Is that what you think this is?” he breathes, pressing his body tighter to yours. “Some act?”

His lips brush your jawline, teasing, lingering just enough to have you melting into him.

“If this was a scene,” and his hands tweak your hard nipples, hard enough to make you squeak, “I’d already have you on your knees. You’d be looking up at me with those pretty lips parted, mascara streaked down your cheeks, and you’d be begging.” and he soothes your tender breasts, sucking gently on each.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, thumb trailing down your bottom lip, his voice dropping even lower.

“But I’m not acting, sweetheart. And neither are you.”

You want to deny it. You really do. But his hand slips between your thighs again, two fingers trailing lazily along your soaked center, and your hips buck against him without permission.

“Still wanna argue?” he rasps.

“Y-yeah-” you force out, though it comes out more like a moan.

“God, you’ve got a mouth on you,” he chuckles. “I can’t wait to make you lose that bratty attitude.”

Then he’s kissing you-finally-a kiss that’s deep and consuming, like he’s making a point. He bites your lip, then soothes it with his tongue, one hand holding your jaw, the other slipping lower...lower...

“Gonna ruin you, doll,” he whispers against your mouth. “And when I do, it won’t be for the cameras. It’ll be just for me.”

And he’s got you in his arms, licking and nibbling at your throat as he carries to the bedroom. 

He’s got you on the bed, flat on your back, your flimsy slip dress tossed in the corner of your room. He looms over you, solid and intimidating and so goddamn cocky it’s unfair. 

You try to push at his chest again-weakly this time, more for pride than anything else.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you manage, breathless. “You do this for a living-” 

He stills. Just for a moment. Then he lets out a dark, slow laugh.

“Sweetheart...” His vibranium hand runs up your bare thigh, gripping tight at your hip. “If I was working right now, you’d already be cumming on camera, three times over, moaning my stage name like it meant something.”

Your breath catches. 

“This?” he growls, kissing down your neck, biting just where your throat meets your shoulder, “This is personal.”

Bucky hooks his hands in your panties, not waiting for you to lift your hips before he’s yanking them down your legs. He settles between your thighs, keeping his eyes on your face, like he’s dying to see your reactions. His fingers trace the slick seam of you, slow and patient, watching you squirm with a look of practiced delight.

“Besides,” he adds, dragging a thumb over your clit with wicked precision, “you think I fuck just anyone off the clock?”

“That’s the thing about my job, baby,” he says, leaning down until you can feel his breath ghosting over your core. “It takes a lot to impress me.”

And then his mouth is on you.

Hot, slow, experienced. He eats you like a man with no intention of stopping. Like someone who’s studied this, who knows the rhythm, the angle, the pressure. Like a goddamn professional.

You’re quick to cover your mouth with your hand, muffling what was sure to be another humiliating moan begging for more of whatever he’s willing to give, but he catches it, pulling back to grunt up at you, 

“None of that, doll. I want to hear every pretty little sound I pull out of you. I want to hear how you sound when you soak my face.”

“F-fuck-” you manage to stutter, legs trying to close on instinct.

His vibranium hand keeps you wide open, pinned in place.

And he dives back in, spurred on by every mewl he rips from you, circling your clit with his tongue before sucking you in, easing a finger into your tight, needy body, and curling expertly before adding another.

You’re arching into his mouth, barely in control of your own body as you feel your orgasm building fast.

“I’m- Jesus, Bucky, I’m close- you whimper.

He pulls back, replacing his mouth with his cool vibranium fingers, the contrast making you cry out.

“Y’close, sweet girl? Hmm? Show me how good you can be for me. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

And you do.

Your orgasm rips through you, gushing over Bucky’s fingers as he groans at the sight.

His fingers don’t still, continuing their torturous circling and pumping, and you hiss at the sensitivity.

“Sensitive, Bucky..”

“Oh, sensitive, are you?” he purrs, dipping his head once more between your legs, “I think you can give me one more, yeah? God, you taste so fucking good...” and he’s back to his onslaught between your trembling thighs, ignoring your pleas for him to ease up.

Your second orgasm comes entirely too fast, and you snap with a gasp of his name.

As you lay there, desperately trying to catch your breath, you’re dimly aware of him sitting back on his knees and freeing himself of his clothes, his tanned, muscular body now fully on display. 

You shouldn’t have been as shocked as you were about his size. He was a pornstar, after all. But taking a full look at his manhood as you reeled from the two orgasms he had pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but to gasp at the sight of him. Long, girthy, his red tip already leaking precum. 

“See something you like, baby?” he teases, rising over you again, “Don’t let me distract you.”

“You’re a smug asshole.”

He grins, unbothered, dragging the tip of his cock through your slick folds with a low groan.

“Yeah? You say that now. But let’s see what you’re calling me in five minutes.”

And then he thrusts in. All of him. Deep. Thick. You arch up with a cry, nails digging into his shoulders, so full it knocks the air from your lungs.

He doesn’t move. Just stays there, buried to the hilt, watching your face.

“What was that, baby?” he whispers, brushing hair back from your sweaty forehead tenderly. “Didn’t catch it.”

“I-I hate you,” you gasp, even as your hips rock up to meet him.

He groans. Deep and real and possessive.

“You love me like this.”

Then he starts to move. Slow, grinding thrusts at first, acclimating you to his intimidating size. His hands pin your wrists above your head. His mouth is everywhere. Your neck, your jaw, your lips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts, more to himself than you. 

His hand pressed on your stomach, down to the bulge from where he was fucking into you, deeper than you ever felt possible. 

“You feel that?” he purrs. “No camera. No crew. Just you. Me. And the way you’re taking me like you were made for it.”

You’re whimpering now, babbling his name, shaking apart beneath him, just doing your best to keep up.

“You think I fuck like this at work?” he growls. “No one gets this, sweetheart. No one but you.”

He’s pounding into you, merciless, all while leaving sweet kisses on your cheeks, rubbing soft circles around your clit. The contrast was maddening. 

“Cmon, doll, just one more for me, I know you can do it, can feel you squeezing tight around me,” he coos, speeding up his thumb on you, making you squeal. You could feel it, the sensitivity almost blinding, “Just one more baby, I know you want to be good for me, don’t you? Don’t you want to make a mess all over my cock?” 

When you cum, you practically scream. It was almost violent. You cried out for him, not even sure what you were begging for at this point, pussy milking him as you rode out the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced, Bucky fucking you through it. 

You barely had time to catch a breath before he was capturing your lips in another kiss.

“God, doll, you did so good f’me, taking me so fucking good, gonna fill you up, baby, gonna- fuck-” 

You could feel him twitch inside you, just seconds before he let out a low moan, pumping hot white streams of seed as deep as they would go, murmuring sweet nothings against your lips as he emptied himself into your poor, overstimulated pussy. 

For a moment after, you laid together, exhausted, tangled in one another and reveling in what you had just done to one another. 

Then he’s wrapping you up in his arms, pulling you flush against his bare chest, kissing your bare shoulder sweetly. 

And then you feel his cock begin to harden against your quivering thigh.

“What, did you pop a Viagra before this? How are you not exhausted?”, you exclaim, gesturing to his crotch incredulously, making him laugh.

“Super soldier serum. Extra stamina. Which is perfect, because I didn’t focus nearly enough on those perfect tits of yours in round one.”

You blush softly. “How am I supposed to keep up with you? You’re like a… a genetically enhanced pornstar. How is that fair?”

He grins wickedly once again. “Aw, don’t be like that, doll! I just gotta break you in you a little, is all.”

“...break me in?”

“Yeah, train you. Get you used to me. Now let me eat that pretty pussy again, and then I want to see you ride my cock like you’re on camera.”

[cuddly-t0y]

True! The Beatles tried with Magical Mystery Tour but we all know how influential that was (no one talks about it) But also I'm sure y'all know A Hard Day's Night is what inspired the Monkees at all in the first place.

I do really think though there's merit to comparing and contrasting Head and MMT (I'm not writing the whole thing I'm sorry) though so with my super vague memories I'll do that.

OP I'm so sorry to hijack your post and throw an essay in your rbs but I've had this in my brain for years and I can finally word it right

Ok the scenes that match up the most to me are the objectifying women scenes, but I want to point something out. Can You Dig It in addition to being a fucking fire ass song, is not too objectifying in the grand scheme of things. Belly dancers come on, vibe, and hang out with the Monkees. Fun drug trip. (Also no gif for this scene, I looked man)

MMT, you get to go to a strip club. No fucking reason, shit's off the rails. Boobs everywhere. I'm not kidding either, and we don't get to see Jan Carson strip to a Beatles song. Those vibes are very weird and there's a big reason why no one talks about it. It also serves as a really fascinating piece of history I guess.

Probably tied are obviously Circle Sky and Your Mother Should Know in terms of most similar visual presentation too. The boys got the white suits, they're performing, it's fun.

Your Mother Should Know is also a bop, which is kinda rare for me to say about the Beatles don't kill me please. The rhythm and tone reminds me of Cuddly Toy (hey my username :p) and there's very much a lightness to it. I think they threw it in because they needed something for the fans to vibe to after not knowing wtf is happening for half the movie. Fun, cute, not overplayed. (You could argue Daddy's Song also is a good candidate especially musically, but I decided to do visual elements of both, and I've written a lot about Daddy's Song on here. I want to do something else)

Circle Sky is like the song everyone loves for good reason. Mike sounds fucking awesome singing it, and I feel his voice on this track is what americana means to me. This song with the country rock energy with the drums and shit is unapologetically American to its core and the touches of country that the Monkees have in other albums is perfected. I have to restrain myself from singing CIRCLE SKY at max volume along with Mike whenever I put this on in public. Coupled with the commentary of how they were products to be consumed rabidly by fans, I think this is a fan favorite for good reason.

In short, I feel Magical Mystery Tour has some highlights (Blue Jay Way, Your Mother Should Know, Fool on The Hill) but it's just weird because they had the money to be weird at this point in their lives. Head is to me a much more thoughtful movie, and I love the whole soundtrack. Was it career ending for them? Arguably yes. But it was a beautiful ending and I'm so glad people know about it and are appreciating what it brought to the table.

[shoujosoulsite]

𐔌 .🪽 ⋮ things that make me excited in my home reality/waiting room !!

I felt hella mad because this fuckass reality is pissing me the fuck off so here is a little post that helps motivate me! …. honestly just me yapping about specifically stuff I love in waiting room

Having all the time in the world

having all the time to sleep, work on my scripts, or do whatever is the dream. Since it’s a “timeless” and eternal dimension where you can just be at peace, I can do anything without any stress of a deadline! I can learn new skills, even ones that take years or even a lifetime to learn!

Playing Roblox/minecraft and actually having fun

I want to play not only Roblox and Minecraft but just overall video games and genuinely have fun. (This is mainly targeted towards Roblox because it’s just isn’t the same no more. ) royale high, natural disasters, and feel the facility gonna be peak in my waiting room.

Eating and drinking whatever and whenever I want

Just the thought of having pretty much an infinite buffet of all you can eat and at any time. You wake up in the morning and you craving some hot dogs or noodles, you can quickly get some from the fridge or better yet summon it! I’m gonna be drinking a lot of strawberry lemonade and cherry sodas 😭✌️

Learning how to crochet and knitting

I ALWAYS wanted to learn how to crochet and knit so I can make the cutest of items and clothes! It’s looks so fun and relaxing and just an overall great hobby to have. Plus imagine crocheting plushies or sweaters, especially for your lover and watching some slice of life animes or films! That’ll be so peaceful and healing for me.

Finally starting to do tarot and channeling

when I was a “baby shifter” and finally getting used to the shifting community, I always wanted to learn channeling and divination. I thought it would be cool and fun, especially contacting people from my drs. I want to be that cool and mysterious divinator who seems to have all the answers of universe (and in technicality, pretty much does)

Catch up on bleach, one piece, and Naruto

there is SOO MANY animes and mangas that I need to catch up on, especially older ones. Plus, watching medias, especially in the environment of my home reality— it’s honestly just a huge vibe.

Read way more Shojo / josei manga

i do read a lot of shojosei mangas but not a lot compared to shonen ones. I wanna change that and have equal amount of shojo, josei, shonen, and seinen mangas and animes that I’ve watched or read.

Astral projection with my lover

astral projection honestly looks so fun (especially when you know what to do and how to protect yourself). Since my lover is an absolute natural in astral projection, having him show me the ways on how to do it and go on little adventures in astral plane seems so awesome.

Rewatching childhood shows

this is mainly Winx club, miraculous ladybug, and Pokémon that I’m referring too (but specifically Winx club cause that show has a special place in my heart). I would love to watch it again and experience nostalgia, especially in the comforts of my waiting room.

Painting Toru’s nails for fun (+ self care in general )

honestly doing self care with each other like washing each other’s hair, painting each other’s nails, wearing face masks gossiping (which is just us making jokes and shit talking ) stuff that happen either our drs or the astral realm, and much more.

Read / watch way more Chinese dramas and books

Chinese dramas, especially set into the traditional and ancient fantasies be so fucking wild and crazy. Like the suspense and pure chaos in those shows / films be so addictive that you can’t help but watch. Every evening in my home reality, it’s just gonna be chaotic and entertaining Chinese dramas from 6 pm to 11 pm.

Exploring my waiting room

even though the main part of my waiting room is just my floating house, there is a “world” outside of it, a worlds of many forms and mystery. Hell even my house be hella big and has many secrets. I like to call my house in a way labyrinth as they are many stuff that consists of my waiting room. The concept of Infinity has a huge part in my waiting room from not only just time but possibilities and creation, so there is something new everyday! Especially when exploring and having fun.

backshots 😈🙏

you know what I mean here so let’s not get into 💀

the beautiful view(s) I have in my house

I have this big as balcony that has the view of the outside world and skies and it’s one of the most beautiful things you can look at. Even the images in my imagination is nothing compared to the real deal. It’s most ethereal during the mourning and evenings.

[all-pacas]

Top 10 Chase moments.

wait it's. it's hard to think of ten. what are the criteria. wait

in no order, here's 10 things i enjoy:

whenever he bonds with a kid, especially since he does it the same way every time: give them candy and talk to them on their level (about girls with the kid in cursed, aliens with the kid in cane and able). he's sooooo big brother (you ever notice, btw, how he's not like this with teenagers. he is so dismissive of teens he hates them so much. reason #87 retcon sister makes so much sense to me)

he's lowkey such a troll? i love when he lets his inner petty self shine, making fun of cameron in spin nonstop, poking at foreman and pretending he wants to be in charge in s7, he really enjoys Instigating and it's very silly

this is turning into a personality trait list uhh another moment i like: that petty side of chase rarely manifesting into stubbornness. in cursed he's mad at rowan so he decides to brute force test for EVERY auto-immune disease out of spite. in post mortem he's mad at treiber, so he decides to lock himself in the basement and brute force symptoms out of spite. he's so lazy 85% of the time and then he gets annoyed and works his ass off and is so good at it. house absolutely must hate this about him

in "poison" there's a moment where the kid is having a seizure and the subtitles say CHASE: Stay calm, and the words that chase utters are "stay cool, mate," and i think this is so funny. inexplicably

when cameron describes his apartment as "decorated by a drunk rugby player." so specific. so mysterious. i don't know what it means but i'm sure it's atrocious.

him becoming best friends with park's grandma. incredible. a++. it's funny on the face of it, them hanging out and playing card games, but it's also both sad and heartwarming. this man just wants a family!! it took him almost forty years but he's getting there!!

i love the running joke that chase isn't just good looking, but THE most attractive human on the planet, a 15 in the world of 10s. in the world of the show, other characters are average to good-looking (not beautiful actors), but not chase. he is THAT pretty. it is so funny to me. cameron was hired for her looks but chase is the one house spends more time objectifying. incredible.

his utter lack of fashion sense. his sweater-vests are an improvement over his horrendous color and pattern coordination, but it's still such an... old man fashion choice, you know? there are so many ways to style a shirt and tie and look fantastic and chase consistently goes "no, i will dress like a 60 year old/in the dark instead."

that his retcon sister calls him robbie. this COULD be a childhood nickname, but i also absolutely believe chase is the type of grown man who, in his late thirties, would still introduce himself as "robbie." very rich kid of him. love it.

whenever, despite chase's stated desire to be distant and apathetic and aloof, he completely fails. falls over himself, dripping compassion and empathy. he hates the nun in damned if you do; the second she gets upset he trips in his haste to pray with her. he sees thirteen upset and spends all of after hours desperately trying to help her. he's mad as hell at cameron in lockdown, but the second she starts crying he drops everything to comfort her. he is so fucking bad at this!!!

BONUS, RELATED TO ABOVE: that chase is the world's worst liar. i bet house has invited him to poker night entirely to clean him out and win thousands from him. i bet chase thinks he's a pretty good liar but literally no one has ever once been fooled.

[rotten-rc]

samantha rupnows previous shooting plot

i havent seen anyone talk about this yet, so ill share what there is so far!!!!

a lot of people are talking about the information regarding samantha rupnows camcorder tapes, but no one has mentioned the fact she was very clearly planning a shooting with someone else from another school prior to her time at ALCS.

it looks like this plan was supposed to happen on april 11th, 2025, according to a journal entry of hers from october 2023.

"its gonna be fun 4/11/25. pretty excited, its all planned out just need His guns."

this also lines up with one of the camcorder videos where the first half of her sentence seems to be illegible or cut off, but in the audible half she says,

"the day they did it. we dont want to be full copycats."

considering she was talking about eric harris and dylan klebold in an earlier entry, its likely that on april 11th, several days prior to the anniversary of columbine, samantha and someone else planned to attack one of their schools.

in several other video entries, she says other things heavily implying she planned a massacre with someone named irene, although most of the videos have no context and the sentences are incomplete.

"were going to be planning, talking"

"i have to get the floorplan for my school. she has to get the floorplan for her school. were not doing both schools, were doing one."

"im [Natalie Lynn Rupnow]. we have a big plan."

"we hope to be ... big but not too big. we dont want to have any stupid names. we want to be called something cool, something [unclear] be not just called the school shooters."

"im not mentally ill or anything. we have no relationship. i am qualifying this now just in case because"

"hi. i am [natalie lynn rupnow] and you will know me in a couple years. maybe 3. maybe 2. maybe 4. me and irene have a plan."

outside of these entries, theres no mention of a planned double shooting or of irene. hopefully more info about this will be shared soon, but who knows

[wheneverfeasible]

Official Wiggly Wednesday!

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Tagged by the every lovely @yesdangerpls and tbh I was like why am I being tagged in a Wiggle Wednesday post when it’s not Wednesday it’s…oh fuck it’s Wednesday!

So yeah. It’s been a long day y’all. Anyways. I actually do have something I’ve been playing around with.

Picture it…

Rockstar Eddie Munson. PA Steve Harrington. Non-UD, Corroded Coffin ends up making it big. It’s been a few years now and they’ve already become a huge success with a Grammy for Best New Artist under their belt and in talks to create the soundtrack of a new movie set to be a blockbuster.

In fact, they’ve gotten so big that now they require a personal assistant. The label company sends over the person they hired, none other than Steve Harrington, someone they’re all familiar with from high school whose friends made the CC boys’ lives hell. So they, particularly Eddie, decide to get their revenge.

Eddie begins making Steve do the most embarrassing shit, constantly looking down at him and making his life hell in return, such as demanding coffee done a certain way and then being particular about it and lying that it’s wrong even when it’s done correctly and making Steve do it again. He also keeps making snide comments about how privileged Steve was and was apparently too stupid for even his daddy to hire and that’s why he’s a glorified servant etc.

Steve’s expression tightens, or drops, or whatever during these moments, but he remains professional and doesn’t complain. He just does his job, and does it well.

Until one day Robin Buckley visits him at work, and Eddie goes off about having his girlfriend visit him during working hours. Steve makes Robin leave in hushed tones, and she does, but not before glaring at Eddie.

Eddie is extra vicious, making Steve do really menial things, until finally asking for extra extra hot coffee. When Steve returns with it, Eddie then complains that it’s too hot and thrusts it back, accidentally sending the contents of the cup spilling over Steve. Eddie feels immediately guilty and helps Steve to the hospital to treat his burns, where Robin rushes in while Steve is being been.

Robin tears into Eddie and he tries to protest saying that Steve didn’t even act like it hurt that badly and Robin yells at him that he’s used to hiding his pain after the life he’s led, as well as suffering from multiple concussions.

Because of this he had trouble keeping jobs and couldn’t make it into college, also suffering from migraines and mental fatigue and confusion at times. He lucked into the PA job and is working hard to not let his medical issues affect the work.

Eddie begins realizing that there’s been signs of this, such as pinch expressions from pain that he took to being one of disdain towards Eddie and the CC boys, keeping post it notes everywhere so he doesn’t forget anything (which Eddie has made fun of before), and his needing things repeated sometimes.

Robin also reveals that the one of the kids that Steve used to babysit is a huge fan of CC, Dustin Henderson. Steve has been hoping to catch Eddie and the boys in a good mood to ask for an autograph to send back to him, but Eddie never makes it easy.

Eddie remembers Dustin from his last senior year, remembers promising to keep in touch, and remembers how, after fame took hold, Eddie and the CC boys fell out of contact with nearly everyone from their past in Hawkins. Dustin included.

There’s more stuff that Robin can’t say, like why Steve doesn’t talk to his family anymore and had to leave Hawkins, telling Eddie that Steve wasn’t the jerk he used to be and if Eddie ever got his head out of his ass and actually got to know Steve, he would know this.

Eddie realizes he’s been acting like an asshole and starts to feel genuinely bad, vowing to get to know Steve better if Steve doesn’t quit. Steve doesn’t quit, but doesn’t really seem to trust Eddie’s change in character at first either.

Eventually Eddie earns his trust enough and Steve reveals that his father caught him kissing a boy and beat him so badly it caused another concussion before he kicked him out, smearing his reputation across town so no one would hire him and he was all but run out of town.

Eddie realizes that he’s been entirely wrong about who Steve is, and later realizes with horror that the crush he’d once had on the jock back in high school was still well and truly alive, made worse by getting to actually know Steve.

Eddie then makes it his mission to woo Steve, and Steve…well, he’s not opposed, but like hell is he going to make it easy on the asshole.

🧠 🪱

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[tyforestposts]

Okay, so now that I’ve had a bit over a month to process Netflix’s Devil May Cry and how the general plot of it goes, I’ve come up with some theories as to how the next season is going to go. But I kept coming back to the whole “refugee” plot line and how it would be carried over.

While I personally didn’t have too many issues with it (even if it was as subtle as a brick through a window), they’ve gotten so much backlash over it that I wouldn’t be surprised if the writers decided to retcon it. But how would they go about doing that? It was a pretty big thing in that first season.

Turns out… fairly easily, actually. Stick with me here, I think I might be on to something… and got a little carried away in the process.

It could be revealed that Makai isn’t actually the equivalent of Hell. Hell is, in fact, its own separate dimension from both Earth and Makai. After Sparda closed off the way between Earth and Hell, using a combination of Force Edge and the Temen-ni-gru, eventually the demons tried a more indirect approach to getting to Earth. Sparda may have created a barrier between Hell and Earth… but not to anywhere else.

Makai is just one of many worlds that Hell has conquered trying to get to Earth. That’s why the climate there is so toxic; the demons are replicating Hell after taking it over. Unfortunately for them, Sparda, being a demon as well, knows their thought process, and spent the last two thousand years creating barriers between Earth and all other neighboring dimensions. He’s only been using Force Edge for those however, which is why there are cracks that allow demons and others to pass through.

The demons haven’t been getting to Earth through Hell, they’ve been getting to Earth through Makai and other worlds because the barriers between Earth and other dimensions aren’t quite as strong. There is only one Temen-ni-gru and it was used up to create the barrier between Earth and Hell.

The plot for Season 2 could be discovering this, possibly saving Makai using Force Edge, and the big cliffhanger is Arius, Baines, and Vergil teaming up to summon the Temen-ni-gru for their own purposes. Arius wants power for power’s sake, Baines just wants to destroy Hell, and Vergil wants power for his own complex MOTIVATIONS. All of this with Mundus plotting from behind the scenes.

What I’m about to go into requires a bit of context that I won’t repeat, so go to this post for that.

Season 3 can be an epic combination of story elements from Devil May Cry 1, 2, AND 3! Lucia’s connection with Arius can be one plot line, Baines will basically substitute Arkham and that’ll be Lady’s plot line, Trish’s plot line will basically be a more fleshed out version of her redemption arc from DMC 1, and Dante can have some family bonding with Vergil. Hell, throw Jester in there for good measure, give Lady more trauma and development to go through, that’d be fun.

The ritual to activate the Temen-ni-gru basically goes like it did in canon, except it’s one big fight with Dante, Lady, and Lucia vs. Vergil, Trish, and Arius, eventually winding up with Trish maybe betraying everyone to activate the tower or, if you want him included, Jester showing up to do what he did in canon to activate the tower. Point is, it was Mundus’ master plan from the beginning.

All of it culminates in a final battle against Mundus (for whatever reason, I’m picturing him taking over Arius’ body with some sort of Faustian bargain), an epic Dante and Vergil team up with Lady, Trish, and Lucia providing backup. Cue a combination of the ending of DMC 1 and 3. And Dante and Lady make out or whatever.

All of this to say… Imagine if Nero is Dante’s kid in this timeline. I’m not saying I want that, I’m just saying that’d be funny. It would round out the set of Netflix Dante stealing something from everyone in the Sparda bloodline: Dante’s looks, Nero’s voice, and Vergil’s kid. Hilarious.

[httpzsho]

⌗1 DREAM, DREAM OF ME ( 니키 )

PAIRINGS ⤷ non-idol!riki x reader ( reader's is choi myeo-ri)

GENRE ⤷ fluff, angst

WARNING ⤷ light bullying, one kiss

SYNOPSIS ⤷ growing up in a small town in okayama, you struggled with gaining friends. you convinced yourself that being alone was the best option you could've stuck to. until a blonde-haired boy comes into your life.

SHO'S NOTE ⤷ I'm finally back... after... months.. sorry I left you guys starving (╥﹏╥)

( read below the cut )

THE RAIN POURS LIGHTLY on your bedroom window, the soft tap tap tap of raindrops was the only thing that could be heard admist the quiet ambience of your room. a warm glass of hot chocolate propped on your beside table, light steam floating above it.

you finished the hot chocolate and went downstairs. your mom and dad snuggled up in the couch, watching a show. “mom? dad?” they turn their heads to the side, seeing your small figure, barely managing to peak above the couch's arm rest. “yes honey?” you pointed at the glass wall near the living room, showing the cloudy outside garden. “can I play in the rain? it's not too heavy!” they giggle at your request, and gave you a gentle nod. “wear your raincoat, okay?” with an eager nod, you grabbed your pink coat and stepped outside.

small puddles and muddy grass was all around the garden. you stomped through them all, dirty rain water splashing on your boots and coat. but you didn't care. it was your definition of happiness. suddenly, a boy taps your shoulder. he has a dark blonde hair and a small mole on his chin. “..hi, can I play with you?” his voice is light, like a feather. you nodded. “I'm myeori, choi myeori! what about you?” he swallows a lump in his throat, holds out his hand and replies, “I'm riki.. nishimura riki.”

you and riki were inseperable since then. he would come over from time to time, or you would. his big sister— konon, was pretty and nice too. he liked, no, loves dance. he'd show you all the michael jackson dvds he had saved, and dance to them in front of you. you'd say he was silly, goofy even. but you'd never admit to him that you found him cool. his dancing skills was definitely not just for a normal kid.

he had always been telling you about his fantasies, being an idol like mj, performing in a big stage, having lots of supportive fans, you name it. sometimes he gets discouraged, knowing a dream like that is far too hard to get. but you saw his determination, the flame that lit in his eyes. the passion. one day you knew he'd be there, and you'd be the one clapping the loudest.

your years of elementary with him was a blast. you were an average student, great grades, almost-perfect attendance, and he was just there. he was too set on being an idol that he didn't even care about his grades. he'd still ask you for help though.

he was fun to be with, he is your bestfriend. the best of them all, actually. riki had always put up the 'mischievous boy' act in your neighborhood. he'd throw pebbles at your window at night, sneak in your house randomly, give you flowers he'd plucked out from the mean guy's house, but you never saw him as annoying. if anything, his small 'bad' actions were what made you like this boy more.

one time in sixth grade, a guy from your class asked you to do his homework. you politely refused. though he took it personally. after class he had followed you, he threw you against the lockers in the empty hallway. resulting in your head getting a scar. riki asked about it, which you tirelessly tried to make him forget it, but he's more persistent than you. the next day you found that same guy with a bloody nose and riki with bruised knuckles. riki got suspended for a few days for that, while the other got detention when riki reported what happened. he wasn't upset though. he simply smiled at you as you treated his knuckles.

“you got hurt because of me..” you murmured. feeling an ounce of guilt in your heart. he saw your pouty expression and chuckled. he stopped your hand that was treating his for a moment. “well..” his voice was low, he let out a light laugh. “..I'll gladly take all the pain if it means protecting you.” your eyes widened a little. you hoped he didn't notice the flush of pink hue in your cheeks. you realised two things that night.

one. nishimura riki is a stubborn kid.

two. you're inlove with that stubborn kid.

ever since that day, you've noticed riki has gotten a lot more.. clingier. he'd stuck with you more often than before, keeping you company whenever he'd spot you by yourself. never letting you on your own.

on a random tuesday night, he'd busted through your window. “yeori, ri! riri!” you turned to your window to see the dark haired boy standing outside your window. you scoffed, opening it. “what's got you up at this ti—” he cut you off, a hand on your shoulder. “I'm auditioning for a group!” your eyes went wild, covering your mouth. “oh my gosh, really?!” he nodded. you wasted no time in hugging him, he did the same. his hands crawling up to your back as you two jumped around in your room. “I hope you get in, riki! 'm so happy for you!” he gave you a big smile. one of the biggest ones you've seen on him.

from then on you started praying, hoping, for your bestfriend to be accepted. it'd be his dream come true!

right?

february 6, 2020

riki 🤓: hey, myeo-ri?

weird. he's never called you by your full name before.

riri 😹: yeah? what's up?

riki 🤓: meet me at the park in five. it's important.

riri 😹: sure? see you.

to say you were nervous is an understatement. riki had never chatted you so seriously like this before. did something happen? whatever it was, you couldn't wait anymore. you grabbed a hoodie, slung it over your body and left immediately.

the walk to the park was quiet, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest. loud, anticipating what could it possibly be.

then there he was, sitting on a bench under a big tree. you walked towards him and sat beside him. a small gap between your bodies. “so.. what is it?” you turned to him, his head leaning down. “myeo-ri,” he paused for a moment. you could've sworn he let out a shaky exhale. “..I'm leaving japan. tomorrow.” you felt like there was suddenly something stuck down your throat, you couldn't speak, your chest tightened, your breathing staggered. “I.. got accepted on my audition. but I have to go to korea.” you swallowed. your leg lightly bouncing. “that's nice.. I'm.. happy for you, riki.. but you'll come back, right?” he placed his hand on top of yours. “that's the thing.. I don't know.” there was a big, painful ache in your chest. you felt your eyes glaze with tears. “they told me I had to go to korea asap. I didn't know it would be this early. I'm so sorry, myeo—” you shook your head, laughing. but it was laced with something else. anger? sadness? “don't apologize. you've been dreaming of this since we were kids! I'll be fine. just, don't lose contact. yeah?” he nodded. a gentle grin on his face. “yeah.. yeah. ofcourse,” the rest of the night continued silently. none of you spoke. it wasn't awkward. just a quiet understanding that the time the two of you had was ticking. but it's okay. it's his dream, after all.

you stood a few feet apart from riki. the cold breeze of the air condition at the airport makes you shiver. you were waiting, he was waiting. a signal of his departure. he noticed your uneasiness. he patted your shoulder. “hey nothing will change, alright?” you smiled weakly, nodding. “you'll always be my bestfriend, okay ri?” you chuckled, mumbling a small 'yeah'.

all passengers for flight 0912, okayama to seoul, please board the plane now.

riki gripped his suitcase. he turned to you. “I'll come back. to you. okay?” you didn't reply. instead, you threw yourself at him, embracing him tightly. as if you didn't want him to leave. you really didn't. you didn't even notice that a wave of tears came crashing down. your face buried in the felt of his hoodie. he was glad you were. so you wouldn't see the droplets of tears he also let out. his arms cradled you, savoring your presence one last time. he pulled away for a moment, taking off his hoodie, and then pushing it on you. he swung the hood on your head, and made you look up to him. “bye, myeo-ri.” he smiled. you swore you felt his lips kiss your forehead. did he?

you watched as his figure slowly descended to the hall. disappearing. your mom hugged you from behind, comforting you. the only thing that's left of him is the scent of his hoodie, worn lazily over your body.

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sho's note ◜ᴗ◝ yey i finally posted <3 pt2 is tba since I'm going on vacation this weekend. it will come tho x

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[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

i ADORE glasses sam (per my bio)

but do you have any headcanons about sam’s glasses?

i think they are the cutest things but aren’t mentioned (or seen) aside from the hellhound thing. but i like to believe they are real !!

Ah yes. Sam with glasses.

For anyone who needs a little reminder:

Kinda crazy we only got them wearing glasses so few times in the show (and I don't even want to talk about that episode where Sam drinks the milkshake and goes crazy, cause that shit haunts me), considering they're constantly dressing up to hide their identities. Glasses seem like a helpful tool. Plus big old mustaches of course. 😄

I'm gonna be honest - I would buy him a slightly different pair. Any of these. I think he'd look absolutely delicious in any of those styles. What do you think?

And I haven't really thought much about Sam having glasses, which is why it took me a bit to answers this ask. But here's what I got after thinking about it for a little bit:

Weakness, or anything that could be interpreted as such, is a big no no in the Winchester household, as little as there is one. Scrape your knee? Walk it off. Watch a scary movie and can't sleep? Get it together. Feel the bottomless despair of this half life they all live, this endless state of being in-between, feel it so much it makes your bones shake? Deal with it. So when Sam's teacher sits him at the front of the class and asks him, after the bell rings and the other students are filtering out, if he's ever taken an eye test? Sam knows it's not something he will share that evening around the dinner table. Hell, they don't even have a dinner table right now. Just two beds and a couch. He walks home, stares off into the distance. At least he's not far-sighted. If he couldn't read anymore, or have trouble with it, Sam doesn't know what he would do then. But looking at stuff that's far away? He'll get his driver's licence soon, but it's not like his dad will ever let him drive the car. He's been able to work with it so far, so surely it won't be a problem, right? He sniffs, pulls his backpack higher. Not like there's much of a future to see anyway, his fifteen-year-old brain offers unhelpfully. So Sam never gets glasses. He just squints a little more. He gets some while he's at Stanford. A cheap pair that he's pretty sure doesn't have the right lens strength. It doesn't matter. He sits far back in the lecture hall, the numbers and letters seeming almost too sharp. He has to take them off when he walks back to the dorm, because they make him feel like he's walking on a rope, high above a circus crowd.

When Dean gets him and they leave Stanford, they end up somewhere among his things. When he finds them again, there's a big scratch in the right glass. He doesn't get them fixed for a long time. He's not wearing them, so why should he? He's not sure when or where he loses them. By the time he notices, they might have been gone for months, years even. He shrugs it off, even though he feels a weird nostalgia at the loss. And then when he and Dean hunt that hellhound, he puts on a pair again for the first time in he doesn't know how long. They're scorched with holy fire, so he and Dean can see the hell mutt. He can't help but chuckle when he puts them on, despite the entire situation being pretty dire. Dean puts on a pair too, and Sam immediately sees he picked the nicer ones. It's fine. Just for one night, he can pretend. It's actually pretty fun.

[trashisstillhere]

Oof… today has just been ton of hard work and chores so I barely got time to at least doodle something.

But at least I got to finish this today before I am bout to drop off to bed-

Ninja cuddle pile!!

Randy with 4 of my dear rc9gn ninja ocs.,, ft. First Ninja.

Yes, even Esther is here lol,, this is more of him in his ‘redemption arc’ (he ain’t evil but he did cause lots of damage thanks to the crystals in his back that he unfortunately haven’t gotten out yet.)

Just like me, they’re very exhausted. They didn’t even feel like taking off their ninja masks and everything, while tired ninja dad mentor watches over them..

Yeah just some fluff I wanted to make real quick hehe,,, plus i really needed it honestly.

Speaking off.. it’s about time I told this big news before it keeps eating me alive which it has for few days now (may be a bit ranty and venty so uh yeah, be prepared for that):

on the beginning of June, I’ll be going on summer vacation with my family. From what I have heard from mom (the one who planned this vacation), we’re probably gonna be out of the country for about like…2 whole months.. yes, 2 months. Meaning both June AND July. Which honestly is too much for me. This isn’t the first time we gotten on a vacation this long either, this has happened before years back. And ever since I got this news just a few days ago, I’ve been feeling not so well, like in a ‘mixed’ mood (both good and bad). I don’t mean to sound like an ungrateful complaining no fun having kind of person but.. I ain’t that excited about it. Why? Like I said, this has happened before and the last time we had this, it… was shitty. Just.. literal shit. and along with a few more vacations shorter than that, it didn’t get any better honestly, still a few ‘complaints’ here and there. THATS why I don’t feel so giddy about it.. plus I am absolutely terrified of airplanes and my fear of heights isn’t really helping with that And this whole thing has made me not quite be able to focus on things i really want to work on rn, such as the next part of the NN AU Fanfic that is still a wip.. egh…

Uh yeah, that is the news. Again, sorry for it being kinda venty and all.. I just really needed to tell this now. Though it would be better to do so now then just before the day comes.

,,,,

Anyyywayyyy,, don’t mind me, just go enjoy this Nina fluffiness while I’m off to bed-

I’ll be fine, no worries. /gen

[rosenclaws]

Hi!!!

Long time lurker first time asker but I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on how the Logans would treat an S/O with really bad cramps. I am straight up suffering right now and these headcannons have been getting me through it 💕💕

reall cramps are fucking brutal I hope this helps makes things a little better!

Origins Logan -

He'd be so sweet and hate to see you in pain. He'd come home and see you curled up on the bed and he'd know right away that something was wrong. You try and get up and pretend it's not that bad but he sees right through you. He climbs into bed with you and lets you cuddle into him. He runs hot so his warm hands will sit where you want them too. He's like ur own personal heating pad. He'll run you a bath and sit on the edge while you soak in the nice warm water. He does shamelessly oogle you in the water but you don't mind. He'll be there for whatever you need.

Trilogy Logan -

He finds you curled up in his bed holding one of his shirts to your face. He could hear your quiet whimpers of pain from the kitchen. Look okay not to be crass or anything but...Logan totally tracks your cycle. Its not on purpose he can just smell when your body changes. He grabs a water bottle and some meds and brings them to his room. You take them but it doesn't really help that much. Logan is a bit of a dick in the charming way where he teases you about it. Asking if his poor baby is in pain and you playing along. Of course he'll do anything for you if you ask but he's gonna pretend like he doesn't want to. He does really hate seeing you in pain though and his soft side will break through when you ask him just to cuddle. He also runs hot, all of them do. So he's just ur own heated blankie ready to take all your pain away.

DOFP Logan -

He's got this down to a science. Logan is used to how painful your cramps can get and he hates it. He can see in an instant how much pain you're in and he does everything he can to help. He's taken note of what works and what doesn't over the years. Warm bath, pain killers, chocolate are a yes. He cancels your classes much to the joy of your students and he spends the day taking care of you. He'd totally carry you around too if you asked. He's at your mercy pretty much and he ignores the giggles of the students and the snide comments by some saying he's whipped. He is and he's proud of it.

Old Man Logan -

He does his best to make it all better. You're texting him about it and it kills him that he can't come home to help but he needs to finish this day out for the money. He does stop at the gas station for some snacks he remembers you devouring last time. By the time he comes home it's pretty late. You're curled up on the bed trying not to cry and his heart breaks. He wipes away your tears and shows you the things he got for you. He climbs onto the bed and lets you crawl into his lap. His big hands soothe the pain and for the first time all day you're able to sleep

Worst Logan -

He's your big teddy bear. He's a little confused don't get me wrong but if you send him to the store he'll come back with everything you asked for and more. Like a stupid magazine he thought you'd like or candy or like a cucumber. He's surprised when you just want him to hold you. He's worried that he'll hurt you or do something wrong. He doesn't realize that his warm body is all that you need. He'll sit and watch some rom coms that make you cry and not even make fun of you for it and when you ask to take a bath to end the night he's jumping at the chance to undress you. No funny business of course but he can look.