#these writers man lmao

[youregonnabeokay-kid]

911 reintroducing the characters since the show moved to abc and choosing to show Eddie shirtless is fucking hilarious

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

I feel like it shouldn't need to be said, but a relatively faithful adaptation of the source material is actually a very normal and reasonable thing for both an author and that author's fanbase to want. People can sneer about book purists all they want but it's the rare adaptation that surpasses the original, and HotD does not even come close.

[royalarchivist]

Ramon: So opinions on [Bagi]?

Fit: She's legit, we can trust her. We can trust her.

Ramon: Would you rather a dad or a mom [for me?]

Fit: Uh- I- no one! No one. Let's- let's get over to Felps' Square, Ramon. [They head to the warp at Spawn, then Fit hesitates] Um, wait- Ramon. [He pauses, briefly looks at the camera, then says in a rush] If I had to choose between the two, it'd be a dad. Alright, let's go. Let's go, let's go.

[bruciemilf]

"Oh har har Gotham is terrible to Joker and that's why he acts the way he does," Gotham worships a hot topic furry with the mental stability of a soggy cracker and thinks a 10 year old vigilante is perfectly normal

[drulalovescas]

This is especially funny when you realize Ben actually wrote the episode 😭

Jealous!Cas canon I guess.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

OK VIV, THIS HIT A LITTLE TOO CLOSE 😭😭😭

[cherry-pop-elf]

Drink With Me

George Weasley x Reader

AN: For poor @im-trying-my-best-yall who needs some needed fluff

Sum: George has been acting pretty weird around you recently. He keeps trying to say something to you, but whenever he does he seems to switch topics right before he says it. You figured he’s just stressed about planning for WWW after school ends, but it’s getting annoying now. So you confront him

Warning: Short and Sweet

“Georgie! Hey, I gotta ask you something!”

There you hurried after him, to cut him off from heading to his next class. The rare times he and Fred weren’t glued to the hip. George took up new class that just wasn’t Fred’s speed. Was something about Baking if you recall correctly. Fred prepared to cook. Had to take the chance, while he’s alone, so no one could intercept you both.

“Hey shortie, what’s up?” He would ruffle at your hair, as you quickly fixed it. Those Weasleys and their string bean genes. Made him tower over you. Always left with a hurt neck if you talked to him too long. Hopefully this will be short.

“You’ve been trying to ask me something for the past few days, and I figured now that I caught you that you can tell me. So what’s up?” You asked him. Asking seemed to be what he feared the most out of you.

His wand was soon rubbing his neck, his freckles cheeks flushing, and his doe eyes darting. He just seemed to instantly clammer up. Just not seeming to be the confident ladies man he normally is. He is just a wet hand mess. What was going on?

“Oh yeah….That. Yeah uh….Um.”

Oh how his eyes were darting around. He was trying so hard to find an excuse to not Ben in this situation right now. To find something to make him shut up. To escape this pin. But no one was around. No one anywhere, not even Peeves to give mercy to the bastard in the Gryffindor Robes. He needed to face this head on.

“Was um. Just wondering if you wanted to hit up the Three Broomsticks together. That’s all.” He tried his best to act casual, and shrug. Made you all the more confused.

Why is this making him so flustered?

“Ok…..Werido. That sounds nice. We could hit it up sometime after class. Fred and Angelina should be-“

“Without them…..”

Oh…..Oh.

Just the two of you. No brother, no other friends. Just the two of you. Like a date. Like a normal date that normal couples do. Normal normal normal little dating. Just a date between two people. A date date.

“……I uh. Yeah, I think I can do that.” You swallowed, as this was starting to really register now. He wanted to ask you out on a date. Still, why was he so flustered over it? He’s asked out plenty of guys and gals before. Never sweat this much. Even Fred straight up called Angelina across the table to the Yule Ball, and that was the end of that. What made you different?

“You weren’t dared to do this, were you?”

He stared down at you with the most offended expression possible. As if you called him a blood traitor. Some kind of slur that would make Molly faint. He looked ready to smack you, but of course he wouldn’t. He never would lay a hand on you. Unless you asked.

“What?! The hell you mean ‘was this a dare-‘ bullshit? No! This isn’t some dare. What gave you an idea like that? Fred and I have standards. Pranks like that are not only overly simplistic, but there is no joke at the end of it. Who’s laughing? No one. Give me some respect-!”

He gave you a hip bump, and it made you laugh. Helped you feel a little better over the whole situation. Maybe you were different for other reasons. Maybe he was bashful because you two had been friends for so long. It is pretty awkward to ask a friend out. If they say no, well….You can’t really take back what you said.

“Ok ok, I’m sorry Mr. Weasley. I shall never question your pranking methods again. Now hurry to class, before you get detention. If you get detention we can’t grab butter beers. Go on and get-!” You hip bumped him right back, and he gave that cute crooked smile. One that showed there was no worries to ever hold. That he’s all laughter.

“Alright I’m gone! All gone! Poof!” And down the hallway he went. Vanishing around the corner, as you now were dancing a squealing. Flapping away at your robes in total utter glee.

George Weasley asked you out.

Had you stimming like crazy, unaware that a certain red head had his own stimming session all the same. Flapping his hands to try and calm down. So damn happy you said yes.

[corntired]

Fanfiction is so goated actually

No monetary incentive, just writing in one's free time. Some incentive for like kudos and comments, because who doesn't want to hear that someone else enjoyed what they wrote. Just writing a story that is good and/or enjoyable, no real-life pressure to keep it going because god forbid you and other people are depending on it financially.

Writing a story because you want to write a good story, so you can write what they want the way you want, at a pace that is realistic for you, with exactly the plot pacing you want there to be.

[watmalik]

Logan when he learns Wade’s a selfish top

[sir-walton-goggins]

A Quiet Time

(1479 words) by yourlocallygrowngay

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Reader, Arthur Morgan/Female Reader

Summary: Arthur has been waiting all day to get his hands on you. You retreat to his tent with only one instruction: be as quiet as possible.

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You gasped softly as Arthur felt around for the slit in your bloomers and hovered his fingers on your warm center, taking his sweet time. He was about to drive you crazy.  And you were supposed to be quiet, too?!

The owls hooted and the crickets chirped as the last embers of the campfire extinguished in the cold chill of the night. It was dead silent at camp, the only muffled sounds coming from Arthur’s closed tent, where he had brought you to get some well-deserved privacy. He had been craving you all day, frequently sneaking glances at you, hungrily scanning the way your blue jeans folded at the center of your crotch, like arrows pointing straight at it. It was like a dinner bell to him: he wanted to feel it, to taste it, to be buried deep within it, to get rid of that annoying thick fabric that kept your folds locked away from him. You stopped your gaze on your partner and smirked at his blissful expression.

“You daydreamin’ there, Arthur?” you kneeled in front of him. He hummed softly, taking a swig of his beer. You gave him a chaste kiss on his reddened cheek, appropriate for the public setting you were in. Next thing you knew, you were in his tent, laying next to him on his cot, one arm cradling your head while the other got busy under your bloomers.

“Oh God,” you exhaled once Arthur’s middle finger found your folds and dipped inside slowly. It was far from being a new sensation: you were more than capable of taking care of that yourself, but it was never quite as satisfying as when his fingers, twice as big as yours, stretched you so well and led you to the finish line.

Arthur shushed you softly, inserting and retracting his finger a few times, and it was already soaked from your arousal.

“Look at’chu, already dripping for me…” he purred inside your ear, voice heavy and low sending a million icy shivers all across your skin.

He pushed further inside this time, just half a motion away from your clit, and you couldn’t hide the moan that escaped your lips before you were even aware of it. Arthur flew to your lips and muffled it by kissing you slowly and deeply, regretfully muting that delectable sound you were making. It was a crime, telling you to be quiet like this, especially since he loved all your little shrieks and mewls and gasps when he did all the things he knew you loved. But you were at camp, and he couldn’t wait another second to touch you, and he didn’t want anyone to find out about your pure moment of bliss. That belonged to you two only, and it was precious. And NOT to be interrupted.

You moaned against Arthur’s mouth, trying to control your breathing as he fingered you faster now, and you were already soaking your underwear and his knuckles. You felt his boner against your hip as he kissed your swollen lips, desperately trying to keep you quiet.

“You’re so beautiful, honey…” he mumbled, keeping his hand steadily thrusting between your thighs and unable to resist the urge to grind his aching stiffness against your hip to give it some relief, all while leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses from your earlobe all the way down to the soft curve of your breasts, stopping at you neck for a more thorough visit. It was almost torture, having to restrain yourself from expressing how he made you feel, because he made you feel heavenly. And you wanted him to hear it.

“Such a good girl… already coming undone from one finger… that’s not all you gon’ get from me, sweetheart.” Arthur was fighting the urge to be quiet with the one, much stronger, to praise the shit out of you, because he couldn’t give it up. He wanted you to know just how good you were for him.

Arthur thought he could come just by looking at you: such a pretty thing, lying there with your lips red and puffed from all the kissing, chest heaving and pearlescent with little droplets of sweat running down its mounds, one leg propped up on the cot to allow him easier access to your cunt, hips thrusting upwards in a desperate attempt to meet his finger, wanting more. And, luckily for you, more was coming.

“Arth-“ that’s all you could manage to say before he suddenly inserted another finger, and you had to summon all of your strength not to scream. You tilted your torso towards him, gripping at his chest so hard you pulled a few of his chest hairs out, but Arthur didn’t flinch. He was completely captivated by you, how you moved according to what he did, how he had you in the literal palm of his hand. How glorious you looked at the verge of an orgasm. He knew you were close, and he was too, but this wasn’t about him. You were his top priority right now, without your pleasure there wouldn’t be his.

“I’m stretching you so good, aren’t I? You want me to go faster, do you?” he said disjointedly, his breathing heavier and heavier as he moved frantically to pleasure both you and him, his mind slightly fogged by that amazing feeling pulsating just underneath, within reach, but fighting hard to keep it under control. You nodded enthusiastically at his request to fuck you harder, and he happily obliged, adding one last finger. The sounds of his fingers slapping against your wet cunt were spreading inside the tent and were obscenely satisfying to you both.

Arthur pre-emptively wrapped you into a kiss so you couldn’t wake everybody up with your delightful screams.  His tongue eagerly explored your mouth as his hand took care of your other set of lips, both swollen and soaking wet as he kept hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and deliberately, making you roll your eyes back into your skull and your mouth fly open, your back arching against his wall of a body. God, you felt so warm and so welcoming… Arthur knew he wasn’t going to resist much longer, his release was near. But yours had to come first.

“That’s it, you’re almost there. Come for me, darlin’…” he coaxed you, precum already dripping down his thigh as he kept moving inside you.

You hit your climax, forgetting all about keeping quiet as you flew to another dimension, unable to control anything your body did. You slowly came down from your high as Arthur did from his, union suit stained with his own orgasm, his fingers still thrusting and not stopping until you had fully recovered to ease the sensation.

“Yep. That’s my girl” he chuckled proudly, taking the fingers still covered in your sweet juice to his lips and licking them like they were dipped in honey. You always tasted amazing to him, and he couldn’t resist doing that every time: you were just so good, plus, he loved the hungry look in your eyes when he did that in front of you.

Arthur brushed aside the sweaty hair that had stuck to your forehead and left a tender kiss just above your eyebrows. You looked up at him with a drunken smile on your face, still a bit high. He returned the same smile to you, leaning in again to leave a peck on your lips and nose.

“Was that… good for you?” he asked, like he didn’t just rock your entire world a moment ago.  You nodded, thanking him and caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes and emitted a low hum of contentedness, enjoying your gentle touch.

You sat up, re-adjusting your underwear around your sweaty body. Arthur asked if you needed anything. Water to drink? A cloth to clean yourself up with? Just a word from you and he was already buttoning up his pants and ducking out of the tent to fetch you what you asked. He was always so caring and dutiful after doing the deed with you, asking if you’re okay, if you’re hurt or sore and what he could do for you. It was a bit of a ritual for him, like going though a mental checklist to make sure you were 100% comfortable and happy. He knew he could be quite rough, even if he tried to restrain himself, so he wanted to be certain you were being taken care of after such an intimate act. Arthur was back in a blink, with a cup of water in one hand and a fresh cloth he dutifully dabbed all over your exposed skin to wipe away your sweat.

Once your thirst was quenched and both of you were clean, you cuddled on his cot and you fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.

[leverage-ot3]

love how we all went into redemption either wary of or expecting to hate harry but within two episodes we all collectively went, oh, he’s just some lil weird guy and we adopted him just like the leverage crew did

[foolsocracy]

congrats noir for having the coolest looking spider senses

[nachosncheezies]

In defense of late-canon x files (including the revivals)

I was thinking about this poll after I commented on it, and I kinda want to be brave and say more.

Short answer to the poll's question before I go any further: If you're a new fan and a sensitive sort who thinks you'll struggle with your blorbos Really Going Through It and you really need a happy ending, I suggest you stop at the end of season 8. Do not pass go, do not look at spoilers. Disregard this post entirely, close the internet, and go look at something that makes you happy. (Also fuck every part of society that characterizes sensitivity as inherently weak and bad and some kind of personal failing, you are valid.)

That said, "quality" as a concept is entirely subjective, and the question of whether or not there's a decline in quality for any story is wholly subjective, too. In the case of x files? I'm not convinced there is a decline. I am going to be upfront that I haven't yet watched past season 8, though I am almost completely spoiled on events after that - and the reason I haven't watched yet is not because of how I know events are going to unfold, but simply because I don't want it to end!!! Ohh, the tension between "I CAN'T WAIT!!!" and "Nooo don't be over D:"

When I first came to txf fandom on tumblr and gradually became spoiled about what happens in late canon though, I was often left uncomfortable and tbh kinda queasy about it. As I said in my comment on the poll, the hate for especially the revival and IWTB, or to a lesser extent even seasons 8 & 9, is very well documented. But! There are other takes to be found here on tumblr if you figure out where to look, and my feelings have changed!

The thing is, I have yet to find myself in any fandom where there isn't a vocal subset of fans who dislike the story after a certain point. I am not joking when I say that no one hates the things they love as passionately as sci-fi and fantasy fans. In my experience, it often hinges on the extent to which a viewer has strong notions on where they would like the characters to end up. In particular with series where shipping is a dominant component for the bulk of a fandom, I have almost universally found that there comes some turning point in the story where "let them be happy you cowards" is the dominant view, and things that compromise the attainment of a degree of romantic stability and/or domesticity are, to many fans, annoying at best and despicable at worst. But! As one tagset on the linked poll said:

and I think for any fandom, that last tag especially is so so so important. (I think that's harder for people watching a weekly series live, bc you have so much time to analyze and speculate and dream before the next breadcrumb drops, but I digress.)

So why am I saying this and how do I apply it to x files? Well, I eventually found that there are also a subset of fans who find redeeming things right up to the very end and actually quite like the whole thing! The things that I had seen people rage and ventpost so much about honestly never quite sounded to me as "out of character" or "untrue to the story" etc as those same ventposts made them sound. And I've discovered I'm not the only one who felt that way. Do I love that the spooky squad had to go through all of those things? No, those poor guys D: Life is hard and they have been through so much trauma. But do those events and their choices make sense to me in light of everything that came before? Yes! And I honestly can't wait to see them fight to overcome those things, breaking, healing, always learning, always growing, always getting better.

So if you're wondering "where does it go wrong"... well, I'm a completionist, as many people who've answered that post are, but also my personal opinion is that I don't think it does go wrong. If you're new and interested in exploring why I've gone from "vaguely queasy" to "excited" about the whole thing, or want to maybe balance out the impressions you're getting about the later seasons before deciding whether or not you want to see the whole thing, I'll put a few blog names in the comments.

Final admission: even once I started feeling a little more confident in the possibility that "actually ok maybe I'm not crazy, maybe this all kind of is in character and does make sense", there was one big plot point that I was NOT looking forward to and I thought I would never be comfortable about. In hindsight, I think my discomfort came from the negative responses being SO seemingly universal that I hadn't stopped to let myself truly consider other possible interpretations on that point. (I mean my initial instinct when I first read about it was, why are we mad about this?? CSM is literally the most unreliable narrator in history???? it's obviously fake news?????? this must be either a fever dream someone's having or it's a misdirection ploy against whatever shadowy forces might still be lurking?????????????? but for whatever reason I guess I had halfway written that off.) Happily, just last month there's a new post-s11 novel out, and although reviews for the book as a whole are mixed, it seems to have laid the groundwork for resolving that plot issue in a way I think most fans would be broadly happy with. If you're interested in being spoiled about that and seeing how, I recommend searching #perihelion on @agent-troi who liveblogged reading it with receipts, scroll back chronological-style to the first post on the subject and see how it unfolded. (And never forget that Dana Katherine Scully is the queen of denial as a coping mechanism lol)

Everyone's mileage will vary. Each person can feel however they want! But for anyone new, I wanted you to know that the very many ventposts you might be seeing are not all there is to this show or its fandom. Some of us love it despite - or even because of - all the things that went "wrong". I think we just don't talk about it as much.

[radio-kyoma]

My newest "hear me out"

I wanna draw him in his hat but eruggghh I just know it's gonna kill me

I'll have some other things to post soon it's be a interesting month to say the least ✌️

[arcanegifs]

The A in Arcane stands for Angst

[cabin10diaries]

percy canonically being a writer and writing the PJO books in the universe and having them published is so funny, because a classmate he had when he was in the middle of the war and blowing up schools could randomly search up his name one day and find a whole five books dedicated to what happened then

which would be even funnier if said person had a podcast dedicated to unsolved mysteries and went on a multiple episode tangent about this whole thing

and would be even funnier if said person realized percy was connected with both nico di angelo, who went missing alongside his sister years ago, and rich girl rachel elizabeth dare, whose dad is a C.E.O of the Dare Enterprises