#there are so many things I honestly really like about this one

[stardustandash]

How many fics have you worked on since January?

Worked on about 55? I think? Its hard to calculate as I posted whumptober and febuwhump as individual stories but they exist in one doc each on my computer. I've worked on 6 fics that are either as of yet unposted, unprinted in a zine, or just lost unfinished limbo (I need to work on my merrin-focused post nur fic omg)

2. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I guess I've tried to play more with present vs past tense, and finishing multichapter fics before posting. Did try out a time loop for the first time during whumptober and had fun with that!

3. What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

I feel like Star Wars is the pretty obvious answer, though right at the end of the year here comes Dragon Age with a steel chair after 4 years of not really being involved in the fandom

4. How many fandoms did you write for this year?

Seven, I think! Jedi Fallen Order & Survivor, The Bad Batch, Dragon Age Inquisition & Veilguard, FFXV, FFXVI, Horizon Zero Dawn & Forbidden West, and Twisted Wonderland

5. What ships captured your heart?

As a gen writer its rare for ships to catch me, but thank you Veilguard for giving me Rook x Harding, and M!Rook x Emmrich. (Not a fan of F!Rook x Emmrich sorry yall)

7. What characters captured your heart?

As always Cal remains number 1 in my heart. I love him so much, along with the whole Mantis crew <3 For new this year, I am bewitched body and soul by the Veilguard crew. The writers were cooking with all of them, they're all amazing!!

8. Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

...Does Veilguard count lol? For new fandoms I wrote one FFXVI fic early in the year.

I've got two fics for Rook x Harding and one wip for Rook x Emmrich as new ships!

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

That's a hard question!! I think I poured a lot of my own personal emotional anguish into a lot of the fics I wrote this year. It's been a rough year for many reasons, and writing out all that angsty hurt/comfort helped a lot

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

I think finishing 'what makes a family' was honestly one of the best feelings ever! And the fact that I still get comments on it from time to time about people binge-reading it.

11. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

I guess I could go with the above, but actually completing whumptober was pretty satisfying.

12. What fic was the most difficult to write?

'i do not love the bright sword for its sharpness' is at the top of this pile. i think about it constantly but actually writing it is proving super difficult, and it remains unfinished...

13. What fic was the easiest to write?

The one for the Pabu Days zine!! I wrote the first draft in just over an hour, and it was about 1k too many words lol

14. What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

of the ones written entirely in this year, 'take a breath before the plunge' wins with its 11k words. If we count just completed this year, 'what makes a family' wins at just shy of 70k

The shortest was one of the whumptober fics, 'where flesh and metal meet'

15. What were your go-to writing songs?

The Horizon games' soundtracks! Less of a song list, but there's too many to put in here.

What was the hardest fic to title?

...all of them. Titling things is the hardest part of writing fics

16. What's your favorite title of the year?

Love and Blood Both Run Red, or maybe Cold But For Your Company

17. Share your favorite opening line

In some way, Tech thinks, it is poetic to die for his family.

From here, at the bottom

18. Share your favorite ending line

He turned, and came face to face with a skull staring back at him. There were holes through the skull, and though everything had been decayed by time, Cal could still see that the skeleton wore Jedi robes.

From then there was nothing

19. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

ooh i don't know! If its humorous then assume its one of my favourites

20. Share your funniest line

see above

21. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

I think being able to slip back into old fandoms and characters for whumptober was a surprise. it didn't change the story but it was surprisingly quick to get back into things i hadn't touched in years

22. What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

I use microsoft word for all my fics. which isn't great for longform fic and probably why i don't write too much of it

23. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Again, actually managing to complete whumptober felt really good!! I've never managed to finish a writing challenge like that so it was a really proud moment

24. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

I don't think I've ever done anything?? Though I am thinking about starting a lil scrapbook of comments or smth like that

25. How did you recharge between fics?

what is this recharge you speak of? I am either possessed by ideas that demand attention or left in a drought of creativity

26. Did you create fanworks other than fic?

I do playlists for myself sometimes. I have ones for Cal, Crosshair, and Omega right now. I constantly wish i had the patience to improve my art skills to do fanart

27. How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

4 if you count febuwhump and whumptober. I'm in a Bad Batch zine that's in preorders right now - Pabu Days, and participating in a fic/art exchange for new years for Twisted Wonderland

28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

firstly I'd like to thank my cat for being the one to hear me talk out plot points and details. I'd also like to thank @pennflinn and @breakfastteatime for being both supportive of all my j:fo fics as well as being inspirations themselves in that fandom! And the whole j:fo fandom at large for being awesome and supportive of each other's works. And I need to mention @fanfoolishness for joining me in not one, not two, but THREE! fandoms here!! As well, shoutout to @shadowcrow for yelling on my rook x harding fics! it's a small corner of the fandom but at least it's got you there!

29. What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

Finish this fic for the new years exchange, and get another chapter of Blood and Love Both Run Red up! Though it may only be one of those that happens...

30. What would you like to write next year?

I wanna finish bright sword and get that post nur Merrin fic postable! And since I'm currently consumed by Veilguard I wanna write more of that next year too!

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?

[sparks-and-smoke]

Hello! Could I get a fic about Bucky accidentally finding the reader’s Christmas gifts to him? Maybe he tries (and fails) to act surprised?

Thank you (ps I know it’s after Christmas, sue me)

Aww~ I don't care that it's too late for the holidays. It's cute! Merry Christmas (belated)

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x reader (code name honey)

Content/Warnings: none it’s just goofy holiday fluff

Author Note: merry late Christmas, this may or may not be loosely based in the Fate Stone AU I have brewing. (which since you are my beta reader ;) you already know about it.)

You are a notoriously bad gift giver, Bucky had been warned many times. He didn’t really care. As long as it came from the heart it couldn’t possibly be that bad. He could put up with socks or a cheesy mug as long as it came from you. But this was worse, so much worse. 

“Sam, I don't even know what to do with it.” Bucky rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands, confiding in the only other person he knew that wouldn’t immediately tell Honey. “Can I be honest here, it’s hideous.”

Sam was keeping a pretty good poker face over his mug poker but the situation was undeniably funny. “It can’t possibly be that bad.” But Bucky’s mortified face said it all. “Why were you spying on her gift away?”

“I didn’t mean too! Necessarily. She hid it in the bottom of the closet, man. She didn’t even hide it well... I’m a spy, I notice things. Plus it was pretty hard to miss.” The blanket had been tucked away in the back of the walk-in closet under a few other things. But the obnoxious colors of the corner peeking out from under the folded jeans had caught his eyes. They didn’t own anything in orange. Anything.  

His honey had gotten him a blanket, which would normally have been so very sweet seeing how Bucky hated being cold, but it wasn’t just a blanket. It was one of those viral blankets, the ones that are loosely based on 70’s rock band merch with lighting and thunder clouds rolling in the background. It’s featured pictures of Alpine, every goofy spastic picture of the cat that his girl could find with her name in the boldest font Bucky had ever seen. Honestly it hurt his eyes, and as Bucky went about describing it to Sam the other man damn near fell out of his chair. 

“That is perfect. No really I think she might be a genius. I’m gonna need a video of you opening that one.” Sam goaded.

“You're not helping.” Bucky growls, guilt twisting in his guts like a worm, but Sam was too busy laughing to try and give a shit. “How am I gonna act surprised now? Let alone be excited?”

“I don’t dude, I guess you need to start taking an acting class.” Sam wiped the tears from his eyes.

~~~~

Bucky watched with crinkled eyes as you opened your gifts from him. A nice wool winter coat because all you owned was a puffer, and while it was adorable on you and always kept you warm you always said you wanted something dressier for date night. And in your stocking an assortment of your favorite treats, skin care you were low on, and that perfume that you had been drooling over since October but always talked yourself out of because of the price tag. Bucky had been making a list since your birthday, keeping tabs on what you lingered on in stores and what you sighed at as you scrolled. He knew his girl and he knew her well. And the way you lit up with every item told him he hit it out of the park. 

“Do you like it Honey?�� he asked, his chin propped on his hand. His face couldn’t have been softer or voice more full of love as he watched you glow with joy. 

“I love it. How did you even know what eye cream I use?” 

“It wasn't that hard doll.” Bucky laughed, it sits in a clear box on your vanity of course he knows. 

“Here! Open yours.” You hand him his stocking and the present wrapped in pretty silver paper, looking so excited you may vibrate across the floor. He plastered on his best game face as his stomach did a little flip. Do not ruin this for her Barnes. 

He starts with the stocking. Pulling out body wash and a cologne scented with that smoky bourbon and apple scent you were fond of, along with a small batch roasted coffee and some new gloves. So far so good, and he made sure to kiss you. “I love it honey.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t opened your big one.” you say with a twinkle in your eyes that makes him wanna melt into the floor. Should he tell her, confess he saw it? Risk it and pretend he loves it? 

“You’re right I haven’t.” he corrects himself with a smile picking up the package. It was instantly heavier than he remembered and as he tears open the package he has a brief (very guilty) moment of hoping that maybe he was wrong…

But no there it is. That hideous blanket that he knows instantly from the look on your face he is gonna end up snuggling under for the rest of time just to see you smile the way you are right in this moment. He opened his mouth to tell you thanks as genuinely as he could muster but honey was already biting her bottom lip. A fit of giggles falling out of her. “You already saw it didn’t you!” she managed to get out between chitters. 

“What?! No- I…” 

A pillow from the couch flew at his head. “I knew you would. You little sneak, you do this every year!” Honey chastised as Bucky dodged another swing with the pillow. 

“Hey! Whoa!” Bucky's arms go up in a weak attempt at blocking her little onslaught. “I didn’t mean too!”

“Bullshit James Buchanan!” thump, a hit to his ribs. “You did it on your birthday.” Whack, a bump to the top of his head. “You somehow sniffed out the tickets I bought to Coney Island.” one more swing but this time Bucky caught the pillow, pulling you into his lap with it. 

“I did not do it on purpose!” he defended, but he was beaming. Eyes crinkling in the corner as she glared playfully. “I didn’t!” 

“Yeah, you just somehow stumbled upon the blanket I hid under the laundry in the back of our closet.”

“I was looking for my coat!” 

“On the ground?”

Bucky was caught, because yes he had been looking. He always did. The man couldn’t help it, he always was just too curious. “Yea, I thought so you little rat! Do you like it?” she asks earnestly. And Bucky feels that gnawing feeling again, trying not to let it show on his face. 

“It’s… super fluffy.” he tries to deflect, hating to lie to honey, but her face is already breaking into a grin. What the hell?

“You hate it.” she beams. “It’s hideous huh?”

Bucky frowns, slouching back in his chair. Did she want him to hate it. “Uh, yeah it is..” 

“Good thing it’s not your actual present huh.” 

Bucky's eyes narrow. “You little-” She did this on purpose, hid the most outrageous thing she could find just to punish him for spoiling presents. Clever girl. Weeks of fretting over how he was gonna pull this off and SHE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME. With a giggle honey climbs off his lap and back behind the couch, pulling out a slim package from the cavern behind, and Bucky’s face nearly splits in half. 

“Here. Merry Christmas.” She offers him the parcel with a kiss, sitting in his lap as he unwraps it, and he feels his heart flutter a little. It’s a scrapbook. Full of pictures of him, her, Alpine and their friends. Taken by everyone who has known them the last few years. There isn’t a lot, he doesn’t like taking pictures, preferring to take them. So she must have scoured their friends' phones to find all of these and Bucky can feel tear picking the backs of his eyes. Good tears. 

“Thank you Honey. I love it. I love you…”

[onwesterlywinds]

I've been thinking a lot again about the implications of the title of "viator" translating to "traveler" (prompted by Writing Things), and while there's been a lot of discussion about its relation/parallels to Azem, I feel like I've seen a lot less, if anything, on how "viator" plays into the overarching narrative of Garlean imperialism as well. For a relatively small detail, it's honestly one of the things I really think Endwalker did really well in its portrayal of Garlemald and Zenos.

Throughout XIV's history, we've been shown countless perspectives for why the Garleans invade and occupy other nations, whether it's [insert Nael's Bahamut tempering], Gaius' claims that peace can only come from a strong leader, the racism we see entrenched in Garlemald's colonial rule in Stormblood, etc. Endwalker, however, doubles down on the role of Corvos in Garlemald's history and elevates it to a founding narrative: the idea that the Garleans are justified in invading other nations because they themselves were driven from their own ancestral land thousands of years ago.* This is by no means the full scope of Garlean history (as just one example, Return to Ivalice posited that many other Garleans are likely descended from the technically-minded people of Goug), but it's still very consistent lore-wise and thematically for Endwalker to present the Garlean people's expulsion from Corvos as a creation myth for their empire, and the way this plays out in 6.0 MSQ lets us see the extent of the damage that that myth has done to those who have made it their worldview.

And introducing the term "viator" at the end of that arc as the name for the Empire's most loathed, reviled, and shunned class - the exile - ties into this idea so well: the greatest punishment the Garleans can give for one of their own is to make them a wanderer - to ensure that person is forever denied the home that they prize so highly in their society. This is a classic example of scapegoating, which has deep connections to empire throughout history and Western literature.

It's also such a fitting conclusion to Zenos' relationship with the Garlean Empire, too! One of the reasons I've loved Zenos as an antagonist since 4.0 is that despite treating the workings of imperialism as beneath him and irrelevant to his true desires ("Ala Mhigo and Doma and Garlemald be damned!"), he has a sense of entitlement to the peoples and lands of Ala Mhigo and Doma - and to you, the Warrior of Light! - that is extremely Garlean. The fact that (to paraphrase Lyse) he did all that just so he could feel something is what makes him such a perfect antagonist for Stormblood in my book. But to the Garlean people, that lack of care for his homeland - be it because (their own) people were tempered/killed from his actions, or the very sexy patricide/regicide, or that he caused the Empire itself to fall into ruin when he "should have" succeeded Varis - was to them the greatest crime he could commit. To put it another way, he probably would not have been named Zenos viator Galvus if he had first been Zenos zos Galvus.

And despite me forever lamenting the fact that the 5.X-era plot thread of Zenos having dreams about Amaurot never actually went anywhere, even that ties into his eventual role as viator: the only place with which he has ever had any real connection is gone forever.

Which makes a grave at the end of the known universe feel almost fitting in its tragedy.

(*On a serious note: While I do think the writers were intentional - and, mostly, thoughtful - around leveraging imperialist rhetoric, the fact that this particular framing is often used to justify an ongoing genocide is one of many reasons why I would be very happy for future Garlemald stories to stay on pause for the next few years.)

[l-starsz]

a/n: i know christmas was yesterday and this is probably a very silly little fic but oh well🙂

christmas day. i woke up excited. i was spending the day with my family, and billie had left me some presents to open. i was most excited to give my family their presents and to open my presents, especially the ones from my girlfriend. we spent the morning opening presents and just spending time together.

billie got me the most beautiful presents, i made sure that she didn’t get me loads or anything expensive because honestly the perfect christmas gift would’ve been just spending the day with her and the people i love. i wanted to get her presents though, and she argued that if i was getting her presents then she should be allowed to get me some.

we couldn’t spend christmas together since we were gonna be with our families all day. although i loved spending time with my family, i missed my girl. i wanted her there. i’d been so happy all day, but a tiny part of me just felt slight sadness because i missed her. and that feeling started growing larger as the day went on.

after a long day, i was sat in a quiet area on my own, i was exhausted, and a wave of sadness washed over me. why did i feel like this? i’d had such a good day and i still felt sad. i was surrounded by so many people who loved me, yet i still felt so lonely. i stayed there thinking about my feelings for a little while before i couldn’t take it any longer.

i quickly walked out of the room, rushing upstairs to the bathroom and letting small tears run down my cheeks. my makeup was getting ruined. how did i feel so sad on such a good day? why? i just let the tears run down my face until i was sobbing. that was when i decided i needed her. i’d needed her all day, but i was at my breaking point. i couldn’t take the feeling any longer.

i opened my phone and went to billies contact as quick as i could. once my thumb was hovering over the call button, i hesitated. i didn’t want to ruin her day just because i was sad. what if i ended up ruining her whole christmas. i didn’t want to do that. but she told me to call her if i needed anything. i didn’t know if this counted. i didn’t want to disturb her time with her family.

i sat there for almost 10 minutes trying to make up my mind, but in the end i called. i couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, and i couldn’t show my face while i was crying, the only way to help was to talk to her. small sobs left my mouth as the phone rang. i didn’t think she’d answer since i knew she was busy. but after a few rings, i heard her voice down the phone.

“hey angel, how’s things going? you having a good day hm?” her voice was gentle and caring, which made me miss her more.

“billieee.” i cried out as i tried to calm myself down, fingers playing with the fabric of my shirt.

“oh baby, what happened? why are you crying?” she spoke even softer, trying to comfort me through the phone.

i took a deep breath in and managed to calm down a little as i spoke.

“i feel really lonely billie. and i don’t know why. i’m surrounded by people who love me yet i still feel so sad and lonely. i wish you were with me.” i sniffled.

i was starting to get calmer since i was hearing her voice and it felt like she was here. it felt like she was closer.

“if you need me to come and pick you up right now you know i will.”

“but i don’t wanna just randomly leave when i’m meant to be spending time with my family. and i don’t wanna disturb your day by being sad.” i mumbled.

obviously i wanted her to come and get me, but i felt guilty.

“you are not disturbing anything. you can’t help feeling sad. you didn’t choose to feel this way my love. i just want to be here to give you all my love and support. how about we change our plans a little, yeah?”

“thank you.” i whispered, my voice breaking again as i spoke, “and what do you mean? how?”

“do you think it’ll help if i come and pick you up a little later tonight? then people will be leaving and you’ve spent time with them, i’ve spent time with my family, and then you can come here and spend the rest of your night with me and my family. does that sound good?” she spoke calmly down the phone.

“are you sure bil? will your family mind? do you mind?” i didn’t even realise i was asking so many questions.

“i wouldn’t of said it if it was a problem baby. i promise you that we want you here. i’ve been missing you all day too and i’d love if you could come over.”

i thought about it for a minute and then happily accepted. how could i say no? we spoke for a few more minutes before ending the call. i looked in the mirror to clean my makeup up a little bit, making myself look presentable once again before going back to where everyone was.

we all spoke for a little bit before i quickly told my mum that billie would be picking me to soon. surprisingly, she said that was fine, and although it felt like i was waiting for years, she showed up soon enough. as soon as i opened the door, i practically jumped into her arms and buried my face in her neck. she spun me around and held me close, making me giggle.

she came in to speak to my family for a little bit, then we went outside to her car. once we were in, we just sat there for a minute.

“i’ve missed you so much billie.”

we hadn’t had much time to see eachother that week. going from seeing eachother everyday to barely for an hour a day was difficult. it was only for the week of christmas since things were so busy for both of us, but it was still difficult.

“i missed you way more angel.”

“that’s impossible.” i mumbled as she began driving us to her house.

once we got there, i greeted her family and then we went to her room for a little bit. we laid in bed together as i relaxed in her arms. my head was hiding in her neck. my hands were holding on tight to her shirt. we stayed like that for a few hours, talking the whole time. everything felt peaceful with her.

eventually, maggie walked in the room.

“hey do you girls wanna watch a movie with us?”

i looked up at billie, then at maggie and i nodded. obviously billie agreed too and we went downstairs. i had a blanket wrapped around my shoulders to keep me warm. we cuddled up in the corner of the sofa as the movie started. throughout the movie, everyone chatted a little quietly to eachother, and before i knew it i was fast asleep in billies arms whilst the movie was still playing. i didn’t feel so lonely now.

(unfortunately yes i did still feel incredibly lonely on christmas even though i was surrounded by people who love me so um yeah that’s what gave me the inspiration for this😶)

[floral-cavern]

So.. Sarcastic Chorus has retired from doing Helluvaverse content. This is a huge blow to the series. If you somehow don’t know, Sarcastic Chorus is the Helluvaverse YouTuber. He’s done so many analysis videos, it’s kind of part of his brand in the same way FNAF is associated with MatPat. The fact that Chorus left the shows is crazy, but, honestly, it’s just a testament to how bad this show has been getting.

This is the view count for the first three episodes for seasons 1 and 2

And if you think that’s bad, look at the difference between the season finales for each season

(I know technically Ozzie’s isn’t the season finale, but Queen Bee doesn’t count because of how long it took to come out)

People are tired of the show focusing on the wrong things. I seriously recommend Chorus’s video, it has so many good points. And one point I really want to talk about is Stolas.

I talk a lot about the bad writing in the show in general and how I don’t like Stolas, but I just want to say, I don’t like him anymore. I used to really like his character.. but season 2 completely ruined him for me because they refuse to acknowledge that he has any flaws. Rather than tell “we know Stolitz has flaws on both sides of the relationship, both will work on that,” instead, it’s all just Blitzo. They’ve spent 3 whole episodes just shitting on Blitzo, when… where’s that same treatment for Stolas? Stolas is a classist, racist, rapist. But the show seems to just… forget this. They’re backpedaling so hard, I'm surprised they haven’t fallen off the bike.

I used to find Stolas an interesting character and I was so excited to see where they would take his flaws and mistakes. Like, think about it. Stolas is completely naive, having been sheltered his whole life. The only concept for genuine intimacy he has comes from erotica. Of course he’s going to have a skewed idea of what sex is like when the only sex he’s ever had is with Stella, who, and I quote, “just lays there staring at the wall” where Stella has to do all the work. Ya… that is fucked and a form of sexual abuse, just like what Stolas does to Blitzo. So, I was interested to see where they would take this cycle of abuse that Stolas is so accustomed to and how they were going to have him break it. How was Stolas going to learn his idea of intimacy is wrong?

Well… he doesn’t. Not really. He does realize this transaction is wrong, but, when he tells this all to Blitzo and when Blitzo doesn’t have the reaction he wants, Stolas throws a fucking tantrum. He walks away and refuses to let Blitzo speak, he denies having ever done anything wrong, says that Blitzo was the one who always makes things about sex when that is NOT TRUE. And the worst part? The show treats Stolas like he’s right. They never do anything to show us that Stolas is a hypocrite, instead, like I said earlier, only punishing Blitzo. And don’t even pull the “he was banished” card! Stolas was not being punished for being a neglectful father, or for being an abusive partner. He was being punished… for a heroic sacrifice. He was being banished because Andre doesn’t like him and everyone is mean to Stolas so we have to feel so bad for him, guys!

I just… I started to have my doubts for the show around Full Moon, but I wanted to stick with the show. I liked Apology Tour, but did find it a bit weird that Stolas was being woobied, but I just assumed it was because the next episode, Stolas would be the one receiving the punishing. But the next episode.. WAS ANOTHER HATE ON BLITZO EPISODE. So I told myself, boy I told myself, that the next episode will be focusing on Stolas’s flaws, on Stolas’s part on why this relationship didn’t work. AND THEY DIDN’T FUCKING DO THAT STILL. In fact, Mastermind was just full of Stolas unnecessarily insulting Blitzo, calling him an idiot and whatnot. Like.. GIVE THIS GUY A BREAK, HOLY FUCK. WE GET IT.

This show has gotten so fucking infuriating. Good on Chorus for leaving. Me, personally? I’m going to keep watching, out of curiosity and because I hate myself, but if the show gets anymore infuriating, I may just leave. Because this show is so non-self aware with its black and white writing while it tries so damn hard to have a moral high horse.

So, actually, no. Not ‘fuck Stolas’. Fuck the writers for being so blind to the kinds of behaviors they are endorsing and encouraging with him.

[enbyfvcker]

[Through the phone]

Wade Wilson x Logan (worst!wolverine)

Word count: 1,4k

Summary/prompt: Logan isn't used to this technology thing, but he lets Wade gift him a phone to make him happy. Turns out he finds rather... enticing ways to use his new phone when Wade's away on a job and he's feeling extra needy.

Tags: Smut, established relationship, sub/dom undertones, soft!dom Wade, masturbation, praise kink, phone sex, Logan likes being talked through it.

Wade liked to drag Logan along with him for shopping like he usually does after receiving from his mercenary jobs. He liked spoiling his little kitty cat and buying him stuff.

Logan would say 'no' at first, but then Wade would insist and insist, and well, he was mostly bored anyway, so he eventually gives in. When it comes to Wade, Logan usually gives in.

They were both in their civvies: Logan wearing denim pants, a wife pleaser, and a flannel. All his clothes were bought by Wade after he moved in. He apparently seemed to know what Logan likes or not.

Wade was wearing a hoodie and with the hood over his head. Logan noticed that the merc still wasn't fully in his comfort zone when he went out in public without his suit because of his appearance. But he seemed to deal better with it - with all the stares - when Logan was there by his side.

Wade was strolling around with the cart filled with things (variating from cleaning products, towels, food, unicorm plushies...) while Logan follows behind him, his hands in his pockets.

Wade comes to a stop when they pass over the eletronics session, looking at all the mobiles on display.

"Hey, peanut?"

"Hm."

"You don't really have a phone, do you? Wanna pick one?" Wade asks with a grin.

"Why?"

"Well, isn't it inconvenient?"

"Not really... I can't think of a situation where I would need one. And I'm also not really good with... Technology and stuff."

"Oh, okay..." Wade pouts like a hurt child, and Logan rolls his eyes.

"What?"

"Well, what if you miss me one day when I'm out for a job and wanna talk to me? You could also always text Laura to check up on her sometimes." Wade suggests and gives a dramatic sigh. "But well, if you don't want it..."

Logan considers for a moment and grunts lowly as he walks to the phones on display and tries to pick one. Wade watches with sparkling eyes and a grin.

He didn't really know the difference between the damn things. There were so many models, so he just chose a random one and placed it in the cart.

"There."

"Yay! Can't wait to introduce you to the technology world. You might wanna stay away from Ao3, though... there's some pretty nasty stuff in there. I mean, I love 'em, don't get me wrong. But I don't think you'd be pleased with what our fans fantasize about us."

"The fuck are you talking about?" Logan asks with an raised eyebrow. He was used to Wade saying weird shit like that. Honestly, he should just stop trying to understand the guy.

"Nothing, princess! Let's check out, shall we?"

...

It took some teaching from Wade for Logan to understand how to use his new phone. He didn't really use it much, though. But Wade was right. It was nice being able to talk to Laura and hear about how she's doing more often. They would meet and hang out every couple week, but her life seemed pretty busy after she started college. So now they could always call each other to catch up.

Wade was also right about... Well, the other part.

Usually, Logan would come along with Wade to help with any missions, but sometimes Wade would just go alone.

It was dark outside already, and it has been some hours since Wade wasn't home. Times like that, when he’s bored and lonely, he craves a drink more than anything. It was really damn hard trying to stay sober.

He walks to Wade's room and lies on his stomach on the bed, grunting with a soft rumble on his chest.

He missed Wade.

God, he can't believe it.

The apartment was finally silent for once, and he missed Wade's stupid voice.

He feels ridiculous.

Logan sniffs on the pillows, smelling Wade's scent. He smelled like gun powder and strawberry lotion. He feels his cock harden at the scent and he groans with frustration, his cheeks a soft blush and his eyebrows furrowed. His fists clenches as he starts to rut slowly against he matress, feeling completely pathetic.

It wasn't enough.

He takes his phone from his pocket and turns on his back, dialing the third contact from alphabetic order from his list.

He only has 3:

Althea

Laura

Wade

It rings and rings, and Logan almost just cancels the call, but then he hears Wade's voice.

"Hi, peanut. Missing me already? I do, too, honey- Motherfucker! Have some manners, can't you see I'm on the phone!" Wade grunts in pain over the line after apparently taking a couple shots.

"Is this not a good time?" Logan asks with a low voice, his hand moving down his own abdomen.

"No, no, baby girl. I always have time for you." Logan feels his cock twitching at Wade's words, his breathing getting more elaborated. He could hear Wade grunting, probably in the middle of a fight. "Don't worry, as I soon as I wrap this up, I'm coming home to you, kitten."

Logan usually scowl and reprimanded Wade at the pet names he usually uses, but Wade could hear softs gasps over the line so quietly he almost misses it, and if he had any eyebrows, they'd be raised.

"Don't take long." Logan whispers, his voice hoarse as he palms himself over his boxers.

"What are you doing?" Wade asks with a clear grin on his voice, and Logan hears a few shotguns and screams.

"Talking to you." Logan replies bluntly. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan when he slipped his hand under his underwear to touch himself properly. He gives a couple slow strokes, biting his lip strongly enough to draw blood.

"Nothing more?"

"No..."

"Oh, my little honey badger, you're a terrible liar." Wade accuses, making Logan's cheeks flush harder. "Are you that needy, hm? Kitty can't wait for me to get home?"

Wade doesn't receive a response, only desperate whimpers that were clearly escaping through bitten lips. He runs his katana through a couple of criminals and chuckles to himself.

"So cute, princess. You just needed to hear my voice, didn't you? I bet you must be dripping all over my bed right now. Bad boy... Gotta train you to learn and wait for me."

"Wade..." Logan grunts, his hand moving faster at a steady rhythm, his eyed shut tightly as he imagines it is Wade's scarred hands on him. He rubs his thumb over his tip and whines.

"It's okay, baby. I'll let it slide this time. Be a good kitty and make yourself feel good, yes? You sound so pretty."

Logan moans louder at the praise, his cock twitching and leaking pre cum into his fingers. He starts rutting his hips up, fucking his fist at a desperate pace.

"Keep talking..." Logan half begs half commands, making Wade smirk under his mask as he dodges from a chair that hit the wall behind him.

"You know, for someone who's always telling me to shut up, you sure sound quite desperate for it right now. I know you love it, kitten, even if you won't admit it. I know you love hearing me say how good you are for me, how pretty you look when you're all messy and pliant under me, how much of a good fucking boy you are..."

Logan straight up whimpers.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me and make a mess all over yourself, baby?"

"Wannabegood, wannabegood, wannabegood..." Logan babbles between needy moans, and Wade knew he was close.

"I know you do, princess." Wade shots the last one of the criminals and they drop dead to the floor along with the others. "Cum for me."

"Wade, fuck-!" He whines as he spills all over his fist and stomach, his back arching off the bed. He strokes himself through the aftershocks, his moans turning into heavy pants as he catches his breath. He feels a rush of embarrassment as his mind clears off, but then he hears Wade praising him.

"Good kitty. Alright, I'm done here." Wade says as he looks to all the bodies around him. "I'm coming home, darling! I have a boner the size of a lighthouse right now. It's really hard focusing on fighting like this."

Logan chuckles, his breathing still heavy. "Just come home already."

[bisexualgenderfemme]

In many many ways I agree with this post, including the most important thrust of it, but I have to strongly disagree on one small point.

full out saying this:

"when someone knows we're trans we're treated like a woman no matter what." (emphasis mine)

IS NOT TRUE!

maybe this is nitpicky, maybe this is just bad phrasing, but as this is? this is self defeatist, basically doomerism, & honestly makes me really dysphoric. like apparently everyone all the time is thinking about how I'm a woman just bc they know I'm trans? that's not true, plenty of people gender me correctly & actively think of me as a man, even when they know I'm trans.

YES! trans men face abuse & assault & job discrimination & all the other /specific examples/ listed, but this isn't it. Trans men are not doomed to be judged first as a woman in every situation they're in. there are absolutely times when, even though someone knows you (the general 3rd person you) are trans, you are still a man to them.

in fact, this is /part of/ why trans men face unique oppression, to some people you are not a woman, you are a trans man, and /that/ is what is being oppressed. that's part of why anti transmasculinity is its own thing & not just a copy of what cis women face.

This idea that everyone treats me like a woman "no matter what" upon learning I'm trans is directly contradictory to my lived experience. I am personally beyond the point of being viewed as a woman by most transphobic peoples standard bc I've 'ruined' my body so much that the judgement on my being trans I get the most is a third gendering/degendering/monsterizing experience. This is a reality many trans men, myself included, face & saying that everyone always views us as women actually prevents us from seeing our selves represented or getting the help we need.

again! maybe op meant something more like "often times when someone finds out you're trans they treat you like a woman after that no matter what" or "when someone is transphobic & they find out you're trans you often are reduced back to woman." which are both definitely true things I have experienced (tho more earlier in my transition) & I want to give that the benefit of the doubt, but I also don't want trans mascs/trans men to see this, read it as I did, & internalize the idea that everyone is secretly thinking "woman."

You can be viewed as a man! there are many people who will view you as a man whether they know you are trans or not, they will treat you like a man, (though unfortunately that sometimes means some of them treating you like a TRANS man) they will allow you to move through the world as a man. That doesn't mean everyone always will, or that passing isn't context dependent, or that passing privilege is real, or that passing isn't conditional: those are also all true! this is a complicated & nuanced subject where many things are true at once, that's why the finality, the totality, of

"when someone knows we're trans we're treated like a woman no matter what."

rubs me wrong. I don't want other trans men to give up hope.

im not sorry the truth of the transmasculine experience is ugly. i'm not sorry that we have to frequently discuss sexual and physical violence and abuse. i'm not sorry that we have to discuss violent physical abuse and death. i'm not sorry that we have to discuss homelessness, mental illness, addiction, disabilities, and other challenges in life.

we struggle. we do not instantly gain male privilege the second we come out. even if we pass. when someone knows we're trans we're treated like a woman no matter what. we can sometimes get lucky and pass with strangers but eventually people around us find out because people tell each other without our consent.

we face all kinds of abuse due to the fact that people feel entitlement to our bodies, regardless of what our AGAB is. they feel entitled to our faces, our hair, our entire appearance. they focus on the face that we're ruining something "pretty". they threaten corrective sexual violence to remind us that we're "just women". it happens constantly. this is not an isolated incident and virtually nobody wants people to talk about it when it comes to transmasculine people.

trans men often get injured for one reason or another. usually because someone wants to make them "prove" they're a man, to "toughen them up" or to "prove to them that they're a woman". sometimes this results in sexual assault. other times it results in physical assault. and sometimes people just kill trans men. all because they hate that a "woman" can transition into a man.

it's an ugly part of our reality but it needs to be discussed because otherwise people use the lack of that conversation as ammunition to say transmascs don't struggle.

transmasculine people struggle to stay housed. transmasculine people get kicked out of their living situations very often for many reasons. it's hard for transmascs to get jobs because often times people want either a man or a woman for a specific position and fuss over what they think the transmasc's gender is. misgendering is a huge issue at work. going stealth at work can be painful. being in the closet at work can be painful

transmascs are often disabled and struggle to get care due to people not taking AFAB patients' pain and symptoms seriously. this is a huge issue with any kind of AFAB person or any woman. all woman and AFAB people struggle with having their symptoms taken seriously when seeking serious medical attention to the point of possibly being undiagnosed for life, thus being unable to get on disability. trans women face this just as much as AFAB cis women, it's a huge issue in the medical industry

transmasculine people struggle to say on their hormones (or access them at all). testosterone is a controlled substance in many countries which means that you need a prior authorization to get the medication and need to consistently see a provider to get blood tests and check ups. it can be difficult to do so if you are low income and sometimes certain pharmacists will intentionally find ways to withhold hormones due to their own prejudices

transmasculine people struggle to get pregnancy support and care. it is very difficult for transmasculine people to figure out how to navigate their pregnancy, either due to their HRT provider not knowing much about pregnancy, or having a gynecologist who's not familiar with transmasculine health.

transmascs get denied from spaces made for men constantly. even if they pass, if word gets around that they're trans they can easily be kicked out of a space. transmasculine lesbians are often removed from lesbian, transmasc and/or non binary spaces. transmasc butches are often ostracized from all communities their identities correlate to. trans men and transmasc enbies are seen as a threat to women.

there is ugliness in every pocket of the queer community when it comes to how cisheteronormative society treats us. we all face disgusting treatment that needs to be addressed. it's important to consider how this system affects everyone underneath it. we need to talk about the positive things, it's good to help those are questioning, but we also must discuss what struggles we face in order to humanize ourselves and show that we people, too. none of us have it easy.

[mymoshangthoughts]

oki i know we've all just chosen to accept that beatings are a part of demon mating culture and like, i dont think thats 100% wrong, but also thinking about linguang-jun's reaction to seeing shang qinghua beaten at the ascension incident, im kinda hesitant to fall into it 100%

oki my biggest defense for it being a demon-culture thing is that sha hualing didn't show any disagreement when mobei jun suggested "three beatings a day" in that particularly hilarious conversation, but that's honestly pretty thin. we know that she loves binghe and she never makes any attempt to fight him or to have him fight her. if anything, she strives to avoid it

there's also the possibility that the 'beating' that linguang-jun witnessed the conclusion of was a particularly unromantic one via demon standards. he saw shang qinghua and said "oh you were clearly displeased with him" so mayyybbee there's something to the pattern of bruises that speaks to intent but again, that's pretty thin

so might i suggest, from my humble little insane brain, that rather than beatings being a demon-culture thing, mobei jun is just fucking weird

oki bear with me oki but i rlly like this idea a lot LOL

im not even saying that mobei jun is a sadist (altho def not opposed to that), im saying that my socially awkward icy demon lord just straight up has no good concept of how to get the attention of his intended and this is sincerely his best effort. there's no research, no demon custom, no human custom, it's just mobei jun desperately screaming "look at meeeeeee pleaaassseeee" in his own extremely unique way that fucking no one understands

i would defend that this is likely due to his fucked up childhood and trust issues. like maybe linguang-jun isolated him to such an extent that mobei-jun winds up relatively divorced from his own culture for courting and doesnt even fucking know the first thing about it. maybe he has some twisted history of "look the only time i was shown affection was during martial training, which were basically beatings, so beatings = affection, yeah?" or maybe he's just so stupid and desperate that he has no fucking idea and no real plan, he's just trying to get shang qinghua's attention by any means necessary

i sort of like a mixture of all of the above. like linguang jun was the only person who showed him more typical signs of affection, and that was the prelude to betrayal. so mobei jun doesnt trust those types of affectionate gestures. but when he received martial training, either from his uncle or in one of the handful of times he'd seen his father, it was at least useful. like he can remember getting beaten and know there was an honesty to it. beating him made him stronger, being strong helped him to survive, it was the truest affection he's received in his life. and look, mobei jun hasn't exactly put all of that together all of that in as many words, but the effect is long lasting. and not all of shang qinghua's beatings were out of affection either. ultimately, there's this suspicious as fuck cultivator who's groveling at his feet and mobei-jun isnt exactly keen on humanity to begin with. and with shang qinghua prone to more typical shows of affection, the way his uncle was before the Betrayal? he's not going to be tricked again! he'll beat the human into submission to prove that he's strong and he's not a small defenseless child anymore who can be so ruthlessly abandoned! but then he really does start to develop feelings for shang qinghua and really does want his attention and qinghua simply wont look at him. sure, he'll throw out a million words of groveling and acting pathetic, but what does any of that even fucking mean?! does qinghua only see him as a king? does qinghua even see him as that or is he waiting for a chance to betray him? how can he get shang qinghua's attention? how can he keep him? and so he thinks about his only fond memories of 'affection' and starts the habit of beating qinghua lightly three times a day. it's gotta work. it totally has to work. it MUST be working, bc qinghua just told the demon emperor that acting pathetic is a way of showing affection!!! SO CLEARLY QINGHUA MUST LOOK AT HIM NOW RIGHT?!!? but their relationship just doesnt seem to be progressing and after the qinghua saves him from falling, mobei jun now has a brand new "height of being show affection" memory to cling to but its... very much the opposite of his memories of being beaten. and a whole lot better too. being caught by shang qinghua and protected in that way has his heart thudding every time he remembers it and suddenly beating qinghua has lost its appeal. how can he do something for qinghua that matches that feeling??? because now it feels poultry to offer qinghua mere beatings when those barely even seem enjoyable for qinghua anyway??? and he doesnt particularly enjoy qinghua acting pathetic for him either, even if he knows theres affection behind the gesture, and qinghua always acts extra pathetic during beatings so thats another reason to lay off. so mobei jun is in the middle of contemplating this shit and stops beating qinghua so much when suddenly its time for his ascension ceremony and he drags qinghua there with him and now qinghua is talking about leaving him and mobei jun's heart just about shatters. is it because he laid off on the beatings? is it because qinghua was always planning to betray him, the way he always feared? is it because mobei jun misread this whole thing? in front of his dead fathers door, a man who never gave much of a fuck about him, while anticipating the arrival of his horrible uncle, vulnerable and reminded of every reason he's never trusted traditional shows of intimacy and so he tells qinghua to fuck off, beats him without any affectionate intentions, and greets his uncle in heartbroken misery. but then qinghua COMES BACK WHEN HE NEEDS HIM and he apparently always hated the beatings which is a blow but also now QINGHUA IS LEAVING HIM AGAIN AND THIS IS HELL, MOBEI IS IN HELL RN.

and not to mention, he witnessed linguang-jun beating shang qinghua and suddenly, he doesnt even know why he ever thought beatings were all that affectionate either because this is horrible and he hates it and mobei jun is Not Equipped To Cope With Guilt, it's not something he's been trained in and he is not coping with ANY of this well tbh, not his uncle, not his heartbreak, and he just wants the familiarity of shang qinghua's normal pathetic behavior. something normal. something to ground him. but shang qinghua is not normal right now and he's still planning to LEAVE and mobei jun is all panic, no thoughts. and now shang qinghua is saying shit like "you only beat me cuz i was easy-going and weak" and ow? that hurts? and then shang qinghua is saying he was only ever indulging mobei jun and OW? THAT HURTS?! and mobei jun is prideful and in pain and upset so he's relying on familiar emotions. being angry. being prideful. being haughty. pretending he has any control over this situation. unsure how to act outside of their normal dynamic. unsure how to respond to this very different side of qinghua. but no matter what he says, qinghua is leaving. qinghua pinches his cheeks and insults him and calls him spoiled even when he's seen directly how his own uncle treats him and calls himself his father in front of the room where his father lies dead and yeah, it hurts when qinghua pinches his cheeks. not just the physical pain, but the knowledge that qinghua wants to hurt him. that hurts most of all and it's pathetic but mobei jun's head is swimming with the knowledge that maybe violence was never a good idea between them but what else can he do in this situation? he's completely out of his depth! so he threatens qinghua not to leave and he still LEAVES

so now he's trying to find qinghua and the entire time his mind is a complete mess of emotions because was he wrong all this time and qinghua cannot be gone, thats unacceptable, and what can he offer to make qinghua stay? how can he possibly not lose this person?? and the best he can think of is to let qinghua hurt him in return, let him get his licks in, and maybe that will help

but shang qinghua doesnt hit him when offered and qinghua seems a bit scared of him and for the first time ever that seems kinda fucking awful and mobei jun is out of his depth, but the warmth he feels when shang qinghua wont hit him is really... something. and maybe theres a lot more shows of affection he should be learning, like the feeling when someone could hit you but chooses not to. and look, he's starting from abysmal standards. and yeah, when shang qinghua suggests he cook for him that sounds weird and demeaning and mobei jun instinctively wants to turn it down

but when he thinks about how it might be a way to show affection that they both appreciate, he's really determined to see it through

anyway thats a verrrryyyyy long over-explanation as to why i dont think the beatings are demon culture, i think mobei jun is just a terminally awkward traumatized weirdo who doesnt know how to communicate

[pleasantphantomhologram]

The Yellow Sundress that you like

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Y/N 

Summary: He loves you and your cunty Yellow sundress

Warning: SMUT NO PLOT / MDNI / Please i am just so horny after saw tha Pascalispunk Insta story 😭/ a bit of Daddy kink/ Breeding kink/ unsafe sex 🙏 

A/N: This is myyyy very veryy verrrryyy first smuutttttt, so it is so messy here and there, because i make this while being horny over this man, OMG, IDK, BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, (please spare me 😭🙏 if there are so many grammar error)

"... i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."

When everyone else is choosing to spend their year-end holidays in four-season countries, seeing snow or going to the highlands, you and Pedro decided to spend your year-end holiday on a beautiful private island with pristine white sand, owned by one of Pedro's friends.

There's no need to ask how you ended up there, the point is that Pedro always makes sure Y/N just has to relax and enjoy the vacation. Yes, your lover, who has a significant age gap of almost 20 years, loves to spoil Y/N. Whenever Pedro has a free schedule after shooting all sorts of film projects or TV series, he will always come home to your apartment.

Honestly, sometimes you still find it hard to believe that you, a 28-year-old woman who only works as a publicist team for a major production house, can be in a relationship with a megastar, Pedro Pascal.

You met when Pedro was on a media tour for the series Narcos, and you met by chance at a private celebration, and after that..., the rest is history, until now you have been in a relationship for five years.

Five years with the man of every woman and man's dreams sometimes makes Y/N insecure. Yes, for five years you still don't want to publicize your relationship for various reasons. Of course, Pedro understands and follows your wishes.

"I always ready if you decide to be open about our relationship baby. You are the most amazing partner and lover I ever have. Do not worry too much okay," he said at that time.

Although their relationship is still a secret, Y/N has introduced Pedro to her parents and vice versa, you have been introduced by Pedro to his siblings and parents.

It feels like this is enough for you, because you know that this man loves you, truly, very much, loves you.

But for Pedro, all this is certainly not enough. As someone who has the love language of acts of service, spoiling you is one of the things the man loves.

There have been countless times when Pedro suddenly sent a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flower, to your office or apartment with cheesy little notes like

'i miss you, ma belle'

When you were menstruating, without being asked or requested, Pedro was ready to buy all your menstrual needs, from snacks, heat packs, and of course himself as a human-sized teddy bear who was ready to hug you when your stomach cramps started to attack.

Hey, of course this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for both of you in the midst of his busy life as a Hollywood actor.

Of course, this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for the two of you in the midst of his busy schedule as a Hollywood actor.

For the past three days, the two of you have been waking up late at this beachside cottage, sunbathing and making out like smitten teenagers, and having a romantic dinner afterwards. However, today a naughty idea crossed your mind.

For five years of dating, you already know what your lover likes when you have sex and the favorite thing that Pedro has never directly told you is how he is very aroused when you wear this yellow floral sundress.

Every time you wear a summer dress that really shows off every curve of your beautiful body, you know Pedro follows your every move like a lion eyeing its prey to eat. This time, you want to prove the hypothesis.

That morning Pedro woke up earlier than you, yes, this was your chance to give a naughty surprise to the hot guy. You started to dress up, wearing

Pedro's favorite white floral lingerie and then wearing your favorite sundress. The dress was really tight with a slit as high as your hips and your final touch was, you decided not to wear underwear.

You checked your appearance in front of the mirror once more, feeling okay, you rushed to Pedro who was reading a book on a beach chair and only wearing blue boxers.

"Baby ..." you called.

"Yes, ho .." Pedro was stunned to see your super hot appearance. The sundress had low shoulders that showed your big and tempting cleavage. There was a warm rush flowing towards Pedro's crotch because he saw how sexy his lover was.

"Well, well, is it my birthday today?" he asked, a naughty grin appeared on his face when you decided to sit on Pedro's lap.

"Baby ..., you are not wearing panty?" you shook your head while smiling naughty.

"No, I want to give you a lil surprise."

"Surprise? What kind of surprise doll?" asked Pedro while slowly stroking your thigh and slightly tickling your groin that was not wearing underwear.

"I know, you have a thing with a sundress baby. You are always so horny when I wear my sundress. Today, what if we find out if my hypothesis is true."

"Ah ..., you got me baby. I love sundress, I love how this slutty dress fits your body perfectly, I always imagine to bend you over on my desk then fuck you harder, until your leg shaking and beg me to breed you."

"uhum, what if we do that now Daddy? Bend me over, spread my leg and eat me in this slutty sundress.

Hearing Pedro's words made the hair on your neck stand on end. Not because of fear, but goosebumps imagining how the man uses your vagina as he pleases and makes you forget everything.

"Hell yeah baby. As you wish." Pedro began to explore every inch of your slender neck and lowered your dress until it was off and only showed a white see trough bra, which of course he immediately took off too and finally showed your ripe breasts with areola and white slightly pink.

lick, suck, tracing every inch of it it’s the most favorite thing that Pedro likes about your boobs. He loves your boobs so much, and when he plays with it, you can’t help but moan every suck, every lick of his tongue.

It’s so good that you are not aware you are already grinding your cunt (who is already soaking wet) into his hard groin.

“Ugh.. baby.. please.”

“Please what baby?” asked Pedro.

“I need your finger, please..”

“Not my cock babe?” He teases you with his fingers that are now circling slowly at your clit and make you moan in his ears.

“nggh, not yet, i want your fing… nggh...” You hardly finished your words.

“Show me how bad you want my fingers,” Y/N whined a bit, but she didn't stop herself and guided Pedro's fingers into her hole.

“Please papi, there.. please” He smirked to see your horny face while touching your wall and moving his finger the way you usually like.

Like the sex toy, Pedro moves his finger slowly and hits your very-very sweet spot that makes your cunt wetter and now you can hear your own sloppy cunt gettin fucked by his finger.

“Damn it babe, it became wetter than usual. Are you that horny?” he asked.

“Ungh, always wet for you papa.”

“My lovely princess. Tell me princess, what do you want next?” his fingers still slowly touching your sweet spot.

"ahn,.. i.. i.. unggh papa.."

“What mi amor.”

“i.. ahnn.. fuck me with your tongue..”

“My tongue? Be specific Y/N”

“I want your tongue lick my clit slowly and suck it. and fuck my hole with your tongue.”

"That's it, good girl. Okay, one cunnilingus for my girl.” He easily lifted your body and now you have splayed on top of the table beside him, he slowly touched your inner thighs then spread it then brought his mouth into your cunt and did as you said before.

“YES…” You, always love how he fucks your cunt with his tongue. the way he circles his tongue on your clit and licks it like he licks his favorite ice cream flavor.

“Daddy. so good..”

“Only for you baby. You are looking so good, hot, and tempting. Splayed below me, with this cunt dress.” He said still focusing on making you moan and cum, of course.

“C..cum.. i want…”

“Come baby, give daddy your cunt Juices.” then you cum on his mouth while he eats your pussy and he happily accepts your juice and eats it.

"Come here baby." He said as he guides you to kiss him, to taste your juice on his mouth in between the kisses.

"Thank you papa.." you smile at him.

“Aha, not yet baby. we haven't started anything yet. Now, bend over. show me your cunt.” His tone is very clear.

"Yes daddy." You said as you bend over him, spread your thighs and show your wet hole.

“Such a nice view. I think I can fuck you all day long with this dress.” He said.

"That's my plan papa."

“a very nice plan baby. should we change all of your wardrobe into sun dress?”

“and you fuck me everyday? I like that.” you said a bit wiggling your ass teasing him that already naked and showing his fat cock standing proudly.

“Okay, consider it done. Now, show me how that tight cunt works baby.” He slowly teases your entrance with his tip then thrusts his fat cock into your already wet hole.

“OH FUCK, so big.. papi.. yes, harder please, fuck me hard and fa..fassth” you said in the middle of your moan. First, he moves his ass slowly, like he's savoring every inch of your warm wall that sometimes massages his dick.

“Damn, Y/N it's still this tight. you are so fucking warm and tight.”

Suddenly he moves faster hitting your sweet spot again and again. You both already forget that you are still outside (Luckily it is a private island and your cottage is located in a very-very private area)

“Fuck..baby.. I think I'm going to cum..”

“Yes..please…please give me your cum papi. make me pregnant with your seeds.” with his last thrust, He cum inside yours, giving his seeds wishing it is successfully making you pregnant. He then pulls his dick and carries you in a bridal style to the room.

"Pedro.."

"Yes baby."

"I still remember when you gave me this sundress."

"Yeah, what about it baby."

“At first, I was very insecure about it.” Pedro is still listening to you.” Because.. you know, my body is not that I don't know how to say it.”

Pedro took you to bed and lay beside you. "You know, i kinda feel insecure about my body, it is.. kinda big, especially my thigh. sometimes i don't like it."

"Oh baby, i don't want you to think about your body like that. You know, i admire you as you are, besides, i love this big thigh and ass. You, baby, is the sexiest human being on earth, that i am so grateful that i meet you. Don't compare yourself with others, okay? And, i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."He said with a smile on his face as he carresing your hair.

"I love you papi."

"And i love you too mi amor."

[psychemochanight]

Honestly, even if I love the new interpretation of Dick as the "angry Robin" that we have these days, sometimes it feels bad that you can't talk about a version of Dick as Robin that isn't like that without getting people saying things like "that's not Dick, he's the angry one, the bloodthirsty one" and... What?

It takes away a lot of depth from the character when people only think of that when talking about Robin!Dick, when, since always, Dick was, quite possibly, one of the best written characters, and one of those that has more nuances to make him a completely human character, not only in the sense of not having superpowers, but of being able to empathize with him.

There are many versions of the story, but the most widely accepted version is that Dick lost his parents at the age of eight, watching them fall because they sabotaged their act, an act Dick probably saw many times, one he knew for sure his parents would never fail... Until it failed, and through no fault of their own.

Dick was a little boy who grew up in a loving family (as far as we know, I still think they were strict, but not necessarily bad parents... We'll talk about the Court of Owls later), and from one second to the next, all of that ended. Even if Bruce was there for him, things obviously weren't the same anymore, they never would be again.

Although many have the idea that Dick escaped from youth center to kill Zucco, in the original stories Dick didn't even know yet about him, at least not that much to know what he really did; but he wanted to escape from juvenile so as not to lose his values, so as not to stop being who he is, who his parents taught him to be.

Even in the lines where he DOES say he wants to kill Zucco, in most cases, when push comes to shove, he wants to prevent Zucco's death. There are some moments where he even confesses that he didn't want Zucco to die, he just wanted justice for his parents.

People now see Dick as the Robin who only saw misfortune and was an absolute menace to society, and while, yes, Dick was an absolute menace, it was only to the villains, who heard a little boy laughing at them before beating the shit out of them. Plus, even as a child he was a master manipulator, both for enemies and allies.

But what about the rest? Robin was supposed to be the light where Batman was the darkness. He was the one who comforted scared civilians when Batman couldn't. He was the sensitivity that Batman cannot afford to show.

Dick Grayson was the one who saved Batman from losing himself in the same darkness that he himself was making his only way of life, and this is something that Alfred has pointed out before. It is thanks to Dick that Batman stopped being the ruthless "hero" he was becoming. Damn, he was the one who softened Alfred's heart in the first place too.

This was the Robin that Superman saw as worthy of carrying the mantle of Nightwing, whom he saw as someone who could represent hope itself.

Bruce didn't start smiling just because of the other Robins like many people now believe, no. Dick was the first to make him smile again, the one who opened the doors for the others.

Dick was always kind and tender-hearted, always joy where there was only devastation.

Even if he was the living nightmare of villains, he was still that cheerful child who wanted to avoid the pain of others. The boy who inspired other heroes, not only because of his skills, but because of his heart.

Dick is a character who, while he is now more recognized as Nightwing than as Robin (which doesn't bother me at all, because that was always his goal when he became an independent hero), he still has a history that people seem to increasingly forget about and pigeonhole his development into something... Flat.

Were there times when Dick had more anger and pain than any other feeling in him? Yes, absolutely YES. But this stage is mostly in his Discowing years, not of Robin as such (I'm not saying there weren't such moments, but there aren't as many as people describe now), or as some animated series showed (I love these series, even if they turned Dick into a feral child who is unable to smile, lol)

Again. I LOVE Dick's portrayal as a feral child and absolute menace to society (which he was), but I also LOVE when artists, writers, and the entire fandom itself appreciates the different nuances of his personality, from his ability to laugh despite the misfortunes in his life, to his sadness that never ceased to be a part of him, until the moments where he could only feel rage and pain and felt that the world was only darkness, unable to see the colors that emerged from the light he projected by himself.

Look at him, he's so cute <3

Does anyone care about this yap? No, but I wanted to let out what I've been repeating in my head for days because people on tiktok have me fed up HAHA

[drafty-castle]

This… entirely ignores the fact that species Homo are social species. As in, working together for survival.

It ignores the fact that we don’t actually know how many people were alive back then or how many were born per year? I mean, not to the exact number. We have good guesses based on available data and calculations, but that could easily change tomorrow with a stunning new archeological dig cropping up. Even the age of Homo sapiens sapiens keeps getting pushed back farther and farther with new evidence and genetic studies.

It ignores the fact that one of the running theories on (part of) what happened to the Neanderthals was that Sapiens literally bred them into extinction - as in embracing them into the community, mating with them, and absorbing them until “purebred Neanderthal” didn’t exist anymore.

It ignores the fact that things were, frankly, just more dangerous back then. It’s relatively recently when most of our megafauna died out; these people were dealing with terror birds and short faced bears and a selection of saber toothed cats and more. But they also had to deal with poisonous foods and venomous snakes and spiders. Medicine was literally in its infancy at this point. Minor infections could become deadly because they didn’t have the penicillin we do now. Childbirth had a much higher mortality rate for both mother and babe; to the point that intentionally killing off a child because you didn’t like its personality would be asinine and counter to the survival of your nomadic group.

Outside select instances of genuine sociopathy/antisocial personality disorder issues - which I’m sure did happen on occasion, where someone became a threat to the whole and needed to be banished - I can’t see how this “domestication” theory would work in practice among people so intimately dependent on each other for survival. People who, due to how small most nomadic groups are, would all also be family of some sort as well.

It just, I dunno, seems to assume that everyone in prehistory was Heinrich Himmler or Elon Musk or that UHC CEO. That everyone made decisions based on personal greed and prejudice that probably didn’t even exist back then.

Turning things around, here’s some articles proving this theory wrong!

⬆️This one is really interesting because it talks about how “it takes a village to raise a child” may be one of yea evolutionary changes we took to become a social species and lead to the existence of altruism and complex language. Which just makes the increasingly isolationist ideology of western (and specifically USAmerican) culture whereby the child is 100% the parents’ responsibility and not the communities really interesting and terrifying to consider. Because that really highlights how unnatural it is for an isolated “nuclear family” to even exist.

This shows how ancient people took care of ended paralyzed members of their groups for years. How they gave disabled members full burial rights. How they showed compassion and empathy in a way that modern society has, honestly, lost in much respects.

Just as it says in the tin!

really disheartening to see how much eco-fascist and eugenicist bullshit has embedded itself into writings about human relationship with nature. I was looking at a copy of a book in the library a while back called Humans Vs. Nature and found this (Discussing early human migrations in the Paleolithic)

To my great dismay, I did not record the source for this claim, But I found these pictures again, and of course I think...How do we know that?

How could we know that Paleolithic hunter-gatherers deliberately controlled their populations by periods of abstaining from sex? That would be incredibly hard to support using archaeological evidence. It seems easier to support infanticide using the archaeological record, so I was not initially troubled by that.

The author is also stating that Paleolithic humans killed their disabled. I have been searching high and low for evidence to support this claim and the closest I've come to any evidence regarding disability in the Paleolithic is this book chapter discussing whether or not it makes sense to assume compassion existed in pre-history. This book chapter gives the impression that the research has been...really dismal.

The two sides of the debate are essentially, "humans probably cared for their disabled in prehistory, because pathologies and injuries are common and they would have needed some kind of care" and "well maybe those people could survive just fine on their own and that's why they lived. We can't prove they were actually disabled."

Not an anthropologist, but I think it's pretty stupid to position a compassionless society as the "null hypothesis," especially based upon chimpanzees. Why would Paleolithic humans be more behaviorally similar to a relative separated by 5 to 13 million years of evolutionary divergence, than to their own descendants a mere few thousand years later????????

But the claim in Humans Vs. Nature isn't just that disabled people weren't cared for, it's that they were deliberately "eliminated," which is a statement with a much higher burden of proof. You would have to find the remains of disabled humans from that time period with clear evidence that they were killed because they were disabled, and you would have to observe this consistently in many sites, to come to the conclusion that it was a cultural norm.

We have many examples of elaborate, seemingly honorable burials for people that were apparently disabled and would have lived a long time with their disabilities. Nothing I've read has mentioned an archaeological record of killing people for being disabled, which would be a glaring oversight, unless it didn't exist, which I'm pretty sure it doesn't.

How did we get to the point where this kind of fucking bullshit sounds so plausible and correct that it makes it into a best selling book without anyone looking it up to see if it's true.

[georgeplease]

i’n the one who needs to know your headcannons pleaseee, what do you think are the differences between dating fred and george? i love them both and honestly i’m more of a fred girly but george too is something to me. thank uu

a rose for you 🌹

So I have a few off the top of my head, this is just a few of them and I’m so willing to get into more specifics of them or tweak some of these if yall don’t agree.

I think George is a little more reserved than Fred. He’d prefer a night in over a party with his s/o. Not all the time, he does enjoy a good night out every so often, but maybe like three times a month he wants to stay in. He also will avoid being the complete center of attention, usually lets Fred do all the talking, he’s not introverted by any means tho.

Neither of the twins are introverted. But Fred is more extroverted than George. Fred is willing to go up to his crush and ask them out. George can talk to his crush, but he would rather see if it will come naturally than ask outrigh, see if there’s a connection and get to know them.

Fred is so useless with Muggle technology it is actually insane. Give him an iPhone and some AirPods and be entertained. George is a little less helpless, still baffled by it but is willing to understand it more. George puts on an effort if you are muggle born to know your world, while Fred sees magic as a better solution. Still both use magic as a crutch.

HOWEVER, Fred would be so tiktok addicted. Does he understand it? No. Does he spend most of his time scrolling? Yes. Cares deeply about his streaks.

I think Fred is a bit oblivious to things. Doesn’t realize his actions have consequences, so he might say something rude and not realize he shouldn’t have. If something he did or said made you upset he does apologize and tries to do better in the future.

George is careful with his words, he doesn’t accidentally say anything rude. Which can often mean, if he does anything rude he usually meant it.

George is organized chaos, yes his office is a mess but at least he knows where everything is. He has a system and it works for him. But he knows how to tidy things up.

Fred is just messy. Leaves things in random spots, never knows where. He needs AirTags for almost everything but he is stubborn and swears he knows where he put it.

I feel like both the twins are quite independent. They love their mom and dad, but they aren’t a mommas boy or anything like that. They have so many siblings that they kinda just have each other to ask for advice.

BOTH WOULD DATE WEIRD GIRLS/BOYS. Like during their time at hogwarts they were popular, but once they are adults they would love to have a weird partner. Fred would probably really like a more goth/alt/emo partner, like sure put the 7 hour fnaf deep dive on babe. While George would love a whimsigoth crystal partner, like sure let’s get the 4 foot tall amethyst statue.

I think Fred is more open with the type of people he dates, he’s adventurous with who he dates. If he thinks you are hot, he’s gonna wanna try.

I think George is a little more reserved about who he dates. Probably not into party girls, but likes someone who he can relax with.

☃️CHRISTMAS HP HEADCANON PARTY☃️

[soraphic]

CHEWING GUM h. potter

synopsis: you and the golden trio believe nothing could come between your close bond, but when you and harry spend a drunken night cosied up in his dorm room you worry things won't be the same ever again.

genres: friends to lovers, one night stand

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, drug usage

inspired by chewing gum - blood orange

You pursed your lips and surveyed the vast expanse of half empty bottles scattered across the oak table, settling on an untouched bottle of daisyroot draught toward the back. Pulling it toward you by the neck, while nearly knocking over about a dozen other bottles, you poured a generous amount into the yellow solo cup you had been gifted by a 6th year student trying to chat you up on the way in. You brought the plastic to your lips and relished in the burn you felt through your throat.

Hufflepuff had miraculously managed to win a quidditch game for the first time in months, beating Gryffindor 50-60 in the last minute. The win had everyone feeling cheerful and resulted in the hufflepuff players deciding to invite many of the Gryffindor players to the celebration in good sport, which of course meant you and Hermione tagged along as plus ones to the two losing idiots you had since lost in the packed common room and stream of yellow and orange lighting.

Upon closer inspection you realised you could see a mess of orange hair through the crowd and made your way toward it. Holding the neck of the bottle tightly, you pushed and shoved through many sweaty,grinding bodies until you reached a small pocket of air where two of your close friends sat between a few ravenclaw students, passing a half burnt roll of green looking paper.

"(y/l/n)!" Ron dragged out, grinning up at you with low eyes and patting the empty space on the small sofa next to him. "Where've you bloody been?"

Raising an eyebrow you begrudgingly sat down,"getting a drink." you replied,"I see your celebrating your loss."

He frowned at your comment,red eyes closing impossibly further and you wondered if he could even see you. "Hey, it was close! Those huffle-twats wouldn't have stood a chance if Harry didn't get taken out by that bloody bludger!" he grumbled, crossing his arms and nodding toward the boy across from you.

You laughed and turned toward Harry, noticing his similar state while he sat there laughing to himself at almost nothing. The kind of silent, hyena looking laugh when there's no more air left in your sore lungs to make any sound. Turning back toward Ron, you really laughed this time,"Is he high?"

Almost like he hadnt noticed previously, Ron squinted at the ravenhead and then similarly burst into howling laughter,throwing his head back against the edge of the sofa and clutching his stomach. Harry only began laughing harder because of this, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees and nearly shaking his glasses right off his nose.

Your head was flitting between the two, extremely amused, until a familiar scoff was let out from beside the three of you. "Honestly, the two of you are going to get us expelled!" hearing the voice,Harry's head shot up,widely opening his eyes in an attempt to look like he had any clue what was going on, while Ron sat still looking rather guilty. You smiled, tucking a wild strand of curly hair behind the girls ear,"Relax,'mione. It's only a bit of weed."

Swatting your hand, she grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. "The usage of drugs or alcohol within the castle is strictly prohibited."

Harry began to snicker and Ron followed, the two of them bursting into synchronised laughter once again.

"What's so funny?" she snapped and you sighed.

"They're not going to take you seriously right now. You can berate them all you like tomorrow,but now-" you grinned,lifting up your bottle, "-you should try to relax a little."

Her lips were pulled into a thin line,eyeing up the bottle you were shaking in front of her with a glint in her eye. she chewed at her bottom lip for a moment before huffing,"Sod it,fine!" snatching the bottle from you and taking a swig, gagging at the horrific taste it left in her mouth.

Hours later the two of you were swaying slightly, the empty bottle discarded where the two of you had left the two boys, practically sleeping, as a result of the herb they had consumed. You and Hermione now found yourselves at the centre of the dance floor, surrounded by blurred faces and moving bodies. Hermione was doing her best attempt at dancing but was really just jumping around on the spot,though you praised her effort despite her complete lack of rhythm. Shouting over the loud music, she leaned in to you,"This is the best time I've had in ages! I wish Harry and Ron could see this!"

You laughed,taking her by the hand and spinning her,moving your own body in time with whatever cheesy teenage song was playing from the cassette beside the two of you. "You should go find them!" you shouted back, "Ron wouldn't believe this if I told him!"

She nodded,"You're right! Come with me!" but you shook your head.

"I'm gonna stay here for a minute,this is a good song!" you replied, making a show of rolling your body in tune with the new one beginning to play. She nodded, giving your hand a tight squeeze before letting go, shouting that she'd be back soon before disappearing between everyone and leaving you to soak in the remnants of alcohol in your system alone.

Feeling the warmth, you continued to sway to the music, a small smile on your lips at the euphoric feeling. Unexpectedly, you were met with the face of a familiar brunette in front of you, beaming at the sight of you so carelessly enjoying yourself.

"Harry?" you furrowed your eyebrows, a rather large grin taking over half your face, "I thought you were still knocked out!" you laughed, grabbing him tightly by the shoulder and forcing him to move with you.

He moved in toward your ear so that you could hear him over the noisy common room, the tips of his shaggy hair tickling your cheek, "I slept most of it off."

Taking advantage of the close proximity you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, a common custom for the two of you when in places like these, except this time when he placed his hands on your waist, nimble fingers massaging small circles into the exposed flesh, everything felt different. Brushing it off, you shouted back; "I'm not surprised, you were totally gone!" laughing melodically with him.

You wondered if it was just a result of the high you were feeling, but judging by the way you had been catching his eye across tables and rooms lately you knew it was something much more intricate than that. Upon hearing his breath hitch at the way your fingers moved to wrap themselves in the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck,you knew he felt it too and decided to toy with him a little. Leaning in close and letting your lips graze his ear, you pulled his chest to bump yours; "I'm not drunk enough, do you wanna help me find another drink?" and you felt him nod against your cheek.

Grinning from ear to ear you took him by the hand, leading him back to the large table of drinks and positioning him behind you, surprised by the way his hands naturally found your waist and gave a small squeeze while you pretended to be completely interested in the table in front of you. You jumped a little when his breath met your ear, using his chest against your back to nudge you slightly in the direction of a half empty bottle of red current rum; "That one."

You hummed, bending over the table and nearly bumping into him while you reached for the bottle, though you found your arm wasn't quite long enough to reach it. You stretched, fingers just barely touching the cap of the bottle; "Harry!" you whined, and he laughed at how child like you sounded, leaning over you to grab the bottle by the neck himself and pour a decent amount into a cup for you.

You took a sip, humming and fumbling for another cup when you noticed the fact he didn't pour himself one, but he stopped you with a hand to your wrist; "I'm alright, I still feel pretty high." and you nodded, finishing off the rest of your cup and pouring yourself another.

Harry was watching you intently, his head dipping slightly to get a good look at the side of your face and you would've felt scrutinised if you didn't know him and his observant self so well. He was assessing you, but you didn't know what for, although too buzzed to care.

You finished drink after drink and eventually time blurred, but you knew you had gotten yourself into some serious shit when you found yourself kneeling in just your underwear on the floor of a dormitory you knew oh so well.

Harry was splayed out above you, one arm resting carelessly against the bed,propping himself up on his forearm, while the other was lost in your hair. He was rubbing soothing circles into the back of your head with his palm, guiding you slowly from the very tip of him all the way to his balls and back up again once more in fluid motions. There was a thin layer of sweat covering him, reflecting off the moonlight shining in from the open window, casting a blueish hue over him and reflecting from his glasses. He looked radiant, almost godly. Lips forming a small 'o' and his breath leaving him in gentle sighs while he watched your work intently, letting his heavy head bob to the side as a result of his intoxication.

You slid your way back up to the tip, unlatching your lips momentarily to swirl your tongue over the growing beads of precum before dropping back down again.

He licked his lips, guiding you right until your nose was touching the short tufts of hair at the base and you let out a faint gag: "Good girl. All of it." he spoke softly, despite his slow and antagonising actions. His words left your brain reeling, almost sober enough to wonder about his experience, but the delicious feeling of his warm cock filling your mouth had you focusing on better things.

Desperate to speed along the process (and see more of this secret talent he had been previously hiding from you) you released him from your mouth with a pop and began to climb up his body, but he stopped you with a pull of your hair, placing your mouth back on him. "I'll give you what you want,doll. Just keep being good f' me hm?" his voice was dark in a way you had never heard him speak before, despite his tone being so soft he was utterly dominating and you felt obliged to please him

Arching your back for him, you continued with your work, bobbing your head on him desperately to help him finish. He ran his hand along your head, effortlessly gathering your hair and grasping it at the base. He let you continue until satisfied, watching your back arch further at his praises, pitying the way you must have been dying for his touch, then pulled himself from your mouth.

Lifting your chin, he ran a thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the saliva and pushing it carefully back into your mouth. He was being so careful, which you recognised as the Harry you had known all this time, despite the change in circumstance. His change in demeanour though was making your head spin, watching the furrow between his eyebrows while he gazed at you with an adoring look in his eye.

"You like when I tell you what to do?" he asked and you nodded eagerly. He chewed his lip for a moment, deep in thought, before wrapping an arm around your torso and pulling you level to him for a kiss. Moaning at the sudden action, you squealed into his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips and silence you.

During the heat of the kiss you hadn't noticed yourself being dragged backwards until your head hit the mattress behind you and Harry's broad chest came into contact with your perked nipples. "Stay still." he muttered between kisses, kissing down your neck to your navel and across to your right breast, taking your nipple into his mouth and suckling for a few moments before you were practically pushing his head down the rest of your body. finding himself between your legs, he carefully peeled away the only item of clothing you were still wearing and hummed at the sight of your wetness clinging to the fabric. you groaned his name and he kissed your inner thigh,"Patient."

The moment his mouth touched you your back left the mattress, crying out while he licked at you eagerly. With two hands secured around your thighs he held your ass down against the mattress, diving further into you and using his tongue to fuck into your hole while you squirmed. He licked a long stripe from there to your clit, mouthing the bundle of nerves and sighing into you: "You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this." in his pussy drunken, dazed state, though you caught it.

Your cries reached a new pitch and he knew you were close, waiting just until your legs began to tremble to stop completely and sit up on his knees, using the back of his forearm to wipe his mouth. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shooting him a nasty glare while he situated himself between your legs. He took hold of your face, squeezing it firmly between his thumb and fingers and smirking at the way your irritated look melted into one of submission as you gazed up at him. "I told you,patience,doll." he let go, spreading your legs impossibly further while he slid himself through your folds a couple times, "'not being a very good girl now, are you?"

You whined at the lack of praise you so desperately wanted, grabbing his wrist and causing him to look at you, his big blue eyes questioning. "please,i'll be good!"

"Please what?" he cocked his head at you, teasing.

"Please fuck me, Harry." the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly should've been a sign to the both of you this was not a strictly friendly transaction, but Harry still had to stop himself from letting his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sound of you whining his name.

He took a hold of one of your legs, bringing it up to rest against his hip and pushed into you. you cried out, throwing your head back against the mattress and nearly sobbing at the burning feeling of him stretching you out in a way you never had been before. Noticing your discomfort, but unable to stop himself completely, he retracted slightly ,which you were sure caused a tear to drop from your eye, and slowly pushed himself inch by inch until you were taking all of him. "Jesus christ,Harry." you winced and he smiled down at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he began to roll his hips into you at a steady pace.

Within minutes he was speeding up in time with the vulgar noises spilling from your lips, pistoning in and out of you while his own grunts and moans escaped. Your hand was splayed out across his abdomen, carefully filed nails digging into the pale skin there and causing little red crescents to appear. "'s too much!" you cried, screwing your eyes shut and nearly burying your whole face into the pillow beside you.

Harry shushed you, leaning down and bumping your chest with his in a way of comforting you. He buried his head into your shoulder and you could feel the cool metal of his glasses digging into your skin while he used his free hand to grip your ass, pushing your leg up higher and hitting you from an entirely different angle.

His pace turned more violent, his hips bruisingly snapping against yours over & over & over again and you could tell by the burn in your muscles you would be in pain the next morning. "I can't!" you squealed,shuffling backward up the bed to try to escape him, despite not actually wanting it to end. He stopped you with a large hand across your middle, thumb jutting out to rub soothing circles into your clit. "you're a big girl, you can take it." he cooed and you shook your head desperately, makeup running down your fat cheeks and staining the white sheets below you.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, ready to snap any minute and let out a gut wrenching cry, unable to open your eyes and watch the way his thumb was circling you, applying more pressure and he felt his climax building along with yours. "Harry,I don't-- 'm gonna cum!" you muttered on loop, utterly drunk on his cock with no sense to what was leaving your mouth in pleasured whines.

He only fucked into you deeper, kissing you passionately to silence your glass shattering moans he knew were about to ensue as he felt you clenching around him. in a few moments you were seeing stars, back arching off the bed and a muffled moan (scream) being let out into Harry's mouth.

He let out what could only be described as a whimper and you felt relief at the fact he was about to finish, sensitive walls quivering in the aftermath of your orgasm, waves still pulsing you through you while Harry was still merciless in his thrusts.

He pulled out rather suddenly and you felt a sting begin to settle between your legs, watching with bated breath as he jerked himself, strings of curses leaving him as his body twitched and spasmed; "Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck~!" Finally, he was coming in long ropes over your stomach, painting your skin in his essence and forcing you to wear him.

You sighed and dropped your head back against the mattress, letting harry ride out his own orgasm as he continued to slowly pump himself, small spurts still leaving him with each pleasured grunt.

You allowed your eyes to drift shut and within moments your entire world went black, leaving only the sounds of Harry's heart beating out of his chest.

💌

You awoke the next morning to the persistent hoots of a rather obnoxious owl perched at your window and a nasty hangover.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the creature, but it only seemed to grow louder. The sunlight pouring in from the open window was painting your face in a hue of sunny yellows and oranges and you were struggling to keep your eyes shut against the light. Giving in, you snapped them open and let out a sigh; the all white bird was sort of hopping about on one foot against the windowsill. You watched intently as it made a show of turning to its side, displaying its wings which were decorated in small, freckle-like brown spots. You recognised him and immediately and huffed; "Hedwig,shoo! get out of here!" waving your hand at him, but he didn't budge. he simply 'twit-twoo'ed at you rather aggressively and claimed his spot on the window, burying his legs in his feathers and sitting rather comfortably.

You rolled onto your back and ran a hand down your face. The stupid bird found delight in terrorising you and if it werent for Harry you would have strangled him one of these days. Upon the thought of Harry, you were surprised at his familiar scent filling the room; freshly picked lillies and notes of something much sweeter, like treacle.

You quizzically open an eye, scanning the room you were in. Dread began to set in when you noticed, this wasn't your room. There was no Hermione filling the empty bed opposite you, no countless books and parchment and quills scattered atop the mattress and certainly no crookshanks pawing at the tassels on the edge of the blanket.

Instead, there was a red and yellow striped, rather tattered,old blanket screwed up at the end of the unmade bed; guarded by a large..mouse?; but your eyes finally settled on the square,knitted pillow leant against the pillows. It was red, accompanied by yellow trimmings along the edges and a big,ochre 'R' sewn into the middle.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of Ron being in the room, but turned your head slowly to discover Harry sleeping peacefully beside you, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted, chest rising and falling with short breaths leaving him. Your eyes must have nearly burst out of your head, taking note of his shirtless apparel and diving under the covers upon the realisation you were also in missing of your clothes.

Your mind was running at a million miles per hour, thoughts mostly self loathing but also a few slightly relived at; the fact it wasn't Ron, and delighting in the fact perhaps maybe you had wanted to do this for a while now.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and practically threw yourself to the edge of the bed, scanning the floor for any item of clothing you could shove on and make your leave.

Harry stirred beside you and smacked his lips a few times,eyes fluttering open while you looked nervously at him over your shoulder. He allowed his eyes to focus slightly, despite his impaired vision, and just managed to make out a female figure perched on the edge of his bed. Mortified at the fact he had zero recollection of bringing a random hufflepuff back to his dormitory, he shot out of bed and grabbed for his glasses laid on the nightstand, shoving them on his face and blinking a good few times before his jaw seemed to drop even further.

You let out and irritated sigh, going back to searching and spotting your black, pin striped blouse along the floor, shoving your arms through it and starting work on the buttons.

"Did we..?" Harry trailed off, nervously drumming his fingers against his leg.

"Appears so." you snapped, giving up on the last 3 buttons and leaving the blouse to hang slightly open while you searched for the skirt you remembered wearing.

"Should we.." he paused and wet his lips,"y'know..talk~"

You sharply cut him off;"no." to which he awkwardly nodded to himself, despite the fact you couldn't actually see him, and looked down at his lap, muttering 'right,right' in agreement.

You were shoving your skirt up your thighs and Harry nearly leaned over to get a better look at the exposed skin. He could briefly remember the feeling of having the plush skin clenching around his head, but the memories were still foggy as they came back to him. He reckoned you were similarly beginning to remember the night as you were fumbling with the zip, gazing off out the window and chewing at your lip.

Growing irritated at being unable to dress yourself, you began pulling violently at the tiny zipper and muttering curses. Worried you were going to break the miniature thing, Harry shuffled a little closer to you and you snapped your head to face him with a cautious look on your face. He held up his hands, as if to show you he only wanted to help, and made quick work of pulling the zipper carefully over you hip, smoothing out the creased fabric after. "Thank you." you muttered, but he caught it, offering you a small smile in return.

Deciding to abandon your tights, you lifted yourself from the bed and collected your boots under your arm, smoothing your hair and shoving any knotted strands behind your ear; leaving Harry stark naked on the bed.

Planning to make your leave, you managed to get around 3 steps from the bed before Harry had a hand on the small of your back; "Hang on, what are we going to tell Ron and Hermione?"

You thought it over, knowing how upset they would inevitably be if they found out what the two of you had done, but also equally upset if you kept it from them. Deciding it was for the better, you turned back to him and shook your head; "we don't."

He thought it over himself for a moment and inevitably came to the decision you were right. it wouldn't be wise to tell them and have them be angry over nothing, especially knowing how petty Ron could get. It would blow the entire thing way out of proportion to involve your two closest friends, as you two were the same. Just friends, who happened to end up in a very odd situation at a very odd time.

You gave him a curt nod, marching toward the door and swinging it open, gasping at the boy in front of you. Ron was standing at the door, ruddy cheeks and disheveled hair, absolutely hanging. You were speechless,feeling as though you'd been caught, until Ron simply groaned a 'Morning' at you and tried to shove past you into the room. You were relieved he was so hungover he was taking no notice of you, sneaking your way out of the door and shutting it behind you, tip toeing off through the corridors in search of your own dormitory.

That left Harry, nervously awaiting some sort of questioning from Ron, covers pulled right up over his lap and a worrisome look on his face. Ron, however, was collapsed, face down on his bed, letting out heavily dramatised noises into the pillow.

Harry held his breath and watched as Ron's head seemed to suddenly shoot up, turning to narrow his eyes at Harry, who felt like he was about to crap his pants. There were a few moments of pained silence before Ron spoke; "How come (y/n) was here?"

Answering almost too quickly, Harry lied through his teeth; "She was sick last night. I brought her back here and put her to bed."

Ron lifted his chin and gave a small 'oh', sealing that he believed the lie and Harry relaxed against the pillows in relief. Though, thinking for a moment, he pursed his lips. "Hang on, where were you?" he pointed at the redhead, who suddenly went rather red in the face, pointing at his own chest.

"What,me?" he stuttered and Harry knew there was so much more to this, smirking slightly at the realisation Ron had been in a similar position last night; "I,uh, stayed in 'mione's dorm." upon the shocked look on Harry's face, he added; "she was sick, too. Guess they both drank a bit too much daisyroot draught." with an awkward laugh and a wave of his hand, waving Harry off.

Nodding slowly,totally unconvinced, Harry smiled; "Yeah, at least they both had a great night, though." and Ron nearly boiled from the inside out at the implication.

not proof read because.. when does clem ever proof read anything? not 100% happy with this either, just wanted to put something out as i've been back in the swing of writing again recently and desperately trying to finish off some peter fics!!

[manicpixiedreamedwins]

GINGERWREN'S PAYNELAND RECS 2024!

I can't believe we have had Charles and Edwin for less than a year. Even still, we've had a lot of fun! I wanted to share some fics, art, and gifs that made this year worth it for me personally. I was talking to a friend recently, and we noticed recent rec lists seem to be short, tag based lists with no real input from the list writer. Many of them also seem to rec the same few fics. Sometimes I feel left out as a smaller writer, and I know my favorite fics also don't always make it onto these lists either.

So, gentle reader, I will not be making a list of tags and summaries. You can read the tags on the fics and the art work, should you choose to view. I will be telling you why I love the works themselves. This is the best way I can think to recommend work to you.

Without further ado: the list is below.

WRITING

sweeter than honey from the rock - @dearheartdont

This lives rent free in my head. Literally in my mind this is like a lost episode or something. I do not want to spoil it or anything, but some of my favorite things in it are the world building (there are delightfully sympathetic clients, and witty antagonists), Charles does... exactly what one would expect Charles to do in order to help the client and protect everyone, and he makes things temporarily worse for himself. Rest assured though, there is a very, very satisfying resolution. Really, this is such a wonderful fic.

Winter Bloom - @skinnybritishdudes

PINK!!! EDWIN!!!! NOW!!!! This was my request for our server's Christmas exchange and it blew me out of the water. Genuinely, the magical mischief PLUS the subtle horror PLUS the absolute tenderness at the end?? Was everything I wanted, and more than I expected. Friendship ended with my own pink Edwin origin story. THIS is Pink Edwin now. Run don't walk for this one (as you can see, I still have not calmed down I am so excited about this one).

Nothing Left to Hide - @roseganymede95

I know I need to say more than "spider jar" but there's a point where I just start crying softly and going "spider jar" while I am reading. Honestly I'm sure if I said that to you, you would probably know which fic I'm referring to. It's this one. It's brilliant. It rewired my brain early on and I haven't been the same since. I found a spider jar pin because it may as well be canon in my mind. They call each other mine in the fic what more do I need to tell you to get you to read this? Join the spider jar cult with me.

right. never finished it.- taableclofh

A classic. Charles tries to save Edwin from Hell. He figures some things out in the process. (This is canon divergent in the best possible way and was a real balm on the soul, somehow).

molliculi (soft little things)- @williamvapespeare

This was made in a lab to make me cry specifically. The first time I finished reading it, it was two in the morning. I stared at my bedroom wall for like twenty minutes, bleary eyed, and then finally managed to type something to @williamvapespeare (who was really gracious about whatever mess I sent, lol). God fuck. It's a character study on Edwin. It's a history of living and dying in 1916. It's wondering what it means to continue on existing, but never have lived on with your peers. It's an outsider's perspective on Charles' trying to figure things out. Go. Go now. Suffer with me.

All Rights Reserved- @phoenix-soar

Do you like possessive Charles? (There's one right answer and it's yes). This fic is the fic. This also lives rent free in my brain. I wish I could say something more coherent but honestly I do not know how much I can say- well there is this lovely description where Charles compares Edwin's eyes to the sea on a stormy day (ao3 is sadly down, I cannot pull the full quote, but it was gorgeous). The rest... 🌶️🌶️🌶️

The Case of the Omegaverse Portal - miraworos

Omegaverse, as specified in the title. Also a very well written casefic, and some really satisfying feelings revelations. Once again: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

ART

Kiss (Blue) - @ent-is-indecisive

Genuinely A I am just amazed by how lovely all the kisses you draw are. Like they come out stunningly, over and over. I have no idea how you pull off this wizardry but it is amazing. Anyway I picked the first picture we ever talked about but I am also genuinely blown away whenever you drop something in LOMA

Collab Gifset For Payneland Week- @mellxncollie

I know you have all seen Olly's gifs. If you haven't, what are you even doing? (Maybe you're new here. That's okay). It's something special when Olly makes a gifset for your fic. Genuinely, sometimes I just go back and stare at this one because WOW THOSE ARE MY WORDS. BUT ON A GIF. Genuinely thanks for making my first year in the fandom special Olly.

Pink Slip- @arisprite

Ari was super great during the flash sketch commissions and we had a blast. Now this reminds me of ongoing convos that @majorlb @deadboyslullaby and I have (and perhaps one day we will do something more with those) but the point here is Ari is great. You all should go and appreciate the wide range of payneland she has made. Her fem!payneland is dazzling, and so is her sad boy Charles (which I think is the first piece I ever fell in love with).

RITUALS - @deadboyslullaby

THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE. This was a collaboration with @likemmmcookies . @deadboyslullaby worked really hard on the inscription around the edges for this one and I am forever in awe of all the little details here. I want more of them doing strange, arcane stuff together always.

ORBWIN IN CHARLES’ RIBS- @jube-art

This is absolutely what I think is going on when one of them is orbing and the other isn't. No I am not taking feedback. Once more, this was a piece of art that re-wired my brain early on. Ribs are for lovers.

BONUS:

Feathers and Fur - merle_p

Super secret rare pair that rewired how my brain works forever. I love you catcrow. I love you Monty that's a little bit depressed a little bit of a masochist. I love you Thomas who can't help but take in strays but still has teeth and hasn't been declawed in this fic. This fic is just... so... gorgeous*chef's kiss*. I won't spoil it for you, but I implore you to read it so I have more people to talk about this pairing with.

These were all my recs for now. Thank you Dead Boy Detective fandom 2024! We may have had some bumps in the road, but here's to a strong and healthy 2025!

[notashadowbutawave]

I honestly think a lot of this is just in the text with Tommy's dialogue to Buck - about how he doesn't have community like Buck has at the 118, about how he wasn't always out but came out later, how working under Gerrard was oppressive, how he doesn't have a great relationship with his father, how he hasn't always been comfortable with himself. They actually are pretty directly calling attention to this in the majority of Tommy's scenes, I think! It's fascinating to see what they did with such limited screen time and dialogue. Lou Ferrigno Jr is turning in a really sensitive and nuanced performance with not a lot of material to work with, and based on how many times they raise these things, I do think that's kind of the MAIN thesis of his character. But what's really great about it is that he's not REDUCED to that - he seems to have a pretty rich lived experience, he's funny, he has hobbies and interests and obviously he's a badass firefighter helicopter pilot.

maybe I give the writers too much credit but I do think they find these nuggets of real human experience to wrap into the drama cycles and horror effects and over the top disasters and to me that's why the show works so well. like it has an honesty at its core and I think Tommy is a very very good example of that, and one that maybe rings truer for many of us than, say, Hen and Karen, whose stories are very much about them as mothers. (I think there's a different conversation that needs to be had about how 9-1-1 doesn't have a queer femme story that isn't made more palatable by making it about family domesticity, but this show is of course ALWAYS about family, especially found family and messy family and blended family, because it's Americana propaganda at its core)

but yeah - for those of us who maybe didn't explore our queerness meaningfully until we had already started establishing ourselves as adults, for those of us who don't have kids and don't know what the future looks like for us in that way, for those of us who grew up being called slurs simply because we were different before we even knew we were queer... yeah. That's a fucking amazing character to put in your primetime procedural soap. I love and need more Tommy Kinard in this show. And Lou is really knocking it out of the park. Just outstanding work by him. get him in a gay romcom NOW

You know, as clunky as Josh's Glee speech was, I really think the SPIRIT of it reveals just why Tommy is such a divisive character, and I honestly think it's because Tommy is AT LEAST an "elder millenial" and possibly late Gen X (cause fuck a timeline am I right?) and portrayed pretty accurately to that experience, and a lot of the people who are so rabidly against him are much younger. And they just cannot fathom the world that queer millennials, elder millenials, and Gen X grew up in and had to survive in. Like, the rules were different guys. So, so different.

So yeah, it makes perfect sense to me that Tommy resonated DEEPLY with a lot of older queer people and a lot of younger people just don't understand why he would.

[letaliabane]

@darkangel4121 Oh definitely there is a little bit of jealousy! I think a little too soon to talk about marriage but in terms of courting? He's been out of the game for a long time and Maid!reader has caught his interest.

After you had disappeared into the house, Johnny turned to Simon, clapping him on the arm once again laughing. 'Been a long time 'ey Lieutenant! Where have ye been hidin' all these years?'

'You know the usual Johnny, doing whatever was necessary to survuve day by day,' Simon muttered while removing his mask without hesitation, lighting up yet another cigarette and holding it between his teeth. He lit a second and handed it over to Johnny, who thanked him quietly.

All the while, his eyes stayed glued to the door, taking a long drag and letting the smoke drift from between his lips. His thoughts had been all but consumed for the past few weeks of you alone.

It had been a long time since someone had caught his eye the way you had. Perhaps it was because he had been so wrapped up in war and the world of secrets for so much of his life that he never had the time. When Price had written to him asking if he would come to the house to work as a valet it was the first thought of a 'normal life' in many years.

Honestly he thought he'd die eventually on a battlefield looking up at the skies.

Though he was intrigued to arrive at the Abbey, he was nervous. He was fine with people's reactions to him, but some deep corner of his heart had a wound that never seemed to heal. A part he knew was a consequence of being the ghost.

When he saw you for the first time and how you greeted him without hesitation, it healed that very wound just a little. Besides the men from the war, no woman had treated him with such kindness for so many years.

But seeing how you greeted Johnny, how he had wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off your feet, lit a fire in his belly. Was it jealousy? Was it anxiety? Fear? He couldn't really put a finger on it.

Johnny realised Simon had been silent for some time, glancing to see him still staring intently at the door to the servant's hall. He smiled, 'Lass caught ya' attention, has she?'

Simon's head snapped to him so quickly, he felt the twinge of pain in his neck. 'Perhaps.'

'I don't blame ye. She's a sweet lil' thing.' Johnny said with his cigarette between his lips, leaning against the brick wall comfortably.

Clearing his throat, Simon asked, 'You two close? Has she been around here long?'

'Ye she joined few years aftef meh. She's like a lil' sista to me, she taught me that lesson very quick,' He said, sheepishly running his hand over the back of his head where she had whacked him, 'But she's a sweet, sweet lass. Very kind and helpful to all. And from the looks of it, ye've warmed up to her too!'

A weight seemed to lift from his chest, a relief. And for what? Perhaps the chance for something more.

Seeing him lost in thought, Johnny smiled, leaning over to Simon, clapping a hand on his arm. 'Take ye time Simon, I ken ye already care for her. Don't rush into anythin'. Not so m much for her sake but for yers.'

Simon couldn't help but smile, gripping Johnny's arm with a squeeze. Taking one last drag from the cigarette, he let it fall and crush beneath his boot heel.

'Come on, or we'll miss dinner.'

Part 1 - Call of Duty Masterlist a/n: This was fun to expand on! If anyone has any more thoughts on the couple or other characters feel free to send them through!

@lostintransist @teapartydreams