#v; Street Dog (Rick)

[dollfacefantasy]

kenny. omg. hear me out. being rick’s stress relief during the alexandria arc of s5 😵‍💫 like omg yeah he’s clean shaven now but can’t go two days w/o fighting w someone from alexandria, got restrained by michonne n everything… figures he needs smth else to keep the group in alexandria’s good graces and settles on smth along the lines of free use w you!! can’t be too shitty of a day if you get fucked into the mattress by the end of it ♡

hnghhh em omg i love you so bad. ur genius for this. i put a little backstory because i'm physically incapable of not being longwinded lol <3

rick grimes x fem!reader

rick needs a little stress relief with all the new responsiblities at alexandria

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap (early 20s/late 30s)

You always thought stress was supposed to decrease someone’s sex drive, but now that you were getting fucked dumb every single night, you were sure that wasn’t true.

Rick had to be the most wound up person you’d ever known, constantly up in arms about something. Ever since he and his group arrived at your once peaceful community, there’d been nothing but conflict. At best it was petty drama, at worst guns were drawn and brains were about to be splattered all over the pavement.

The worst it got was that day you saw him in the middle of the street hunched over the doctor like a rabid dog. You’d stayed back, keeping your distance from him as he waved his gun around and rambled on about control. Crimson blood dripped from his hairline all over his face. You couldn’t tell whether it belonged to him or the incapacitated man beneath him.

You’d never seen anyone like him. Living in Alexandria since the start of the outbreak meant you were pretty sheltered. The people here rarely raised their voices let alone tackled each other through windows. He looked like the physical manifestation of what everyone warned you life outside the walls was like.

It was scary, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

Needless to say, you were pretty eager to offer yourself up to take the position watching him while the others decided what to do going forward.

You entered the room while he was still asleep. He was as peaceful as you’d ever seen him. Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, you looked at him almost as if he was encased in glass, a specimen for your examination. His skin still had the scarlet tint of blood. His brown curls lie stuck between his temple and the ratty old pillow on the bed.

It startles you a bit when his eyes flutter open and connect with yours. Awkwardness sludges through your veins, but he looks you over like it’s nothing. You know you’re one of the least threatening people he’s come across in the new world. 

“You’re the one they got babysitting me, huh?” he rasps.

“I guess so,” you respond with more timidness than you would like.

His tongue slides out between his lips and licks the chapped skin while he continues to stare you down. It’s hard not to squirm in your seat, to shift your thighs against one another and make your desire known. Before you have a chance to think through your course of action though, he speaks again.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, his tone not looking to provoke a reaction but simultaneously wanting you to recognize your inferiority.

You shrug. He wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction. Not yet anyways.

“Are you scared of me?” he continues.

“No,” you answer.

“Good,” is all he says in response.

That was the last thing he said to you that day, but you could still hear the simple syllable in your mind. He might have been done talking to you. You weren’t through with him though. Under the guise of being assigned to watch him, you continued to linger around him as he went about his tasks in the community.

You tended to follow him around like a puppy. You were curious about him, watching him with inquisitive eyes, peeking over his shoulder as he cleaned his gun or tuned his transceiver. Your gazes were adoring too. It was obvious that you admired the way he could take control of a room with his words, how his people looked to him with reverence when he spoke.

He intoxicated you. In a world lacking things to do, observing Rick became a hobby for you.

He noticed of course, but he couldn’t say he minded. At least someone in this fucking place had an interest in survival and saw the value in listening to him. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were pretty cute. He didn’t mind your company, didn’t mind teaching you things here and there. In his eyes, you were the least annoying out of all the new people here.

You both were on watch when you got a little promotion from least annoying. The two of you were sitting on the platform attached to the wall. It was night. Neither of you could sleep. Instead of telling you bits and pieces of the nightmares that kept sleep from him, he decided to teach you how to put a scope on a rifle. Nodding along to each thing he says, you watch his fingers and take note of every little thing he does. He gives you a few tries with it, but you’re still struggling to get the thing attached.

That’s when he looks at you, his expression unchanging, and pats his lap.

“C’mere.”

It’s out of your control really. You don’t even have a second to think about it before your legs have pushed you across the platform to the spot he beckoned you. With your back against his chest, his arms encase you and come around front to show you up close how to fasten the scope. When he’s done, he detaches it and makes you try.

His hands slide down your arms, lingering on the skin for longer than needed. They trail down to your sides then your hips. You bite your lip and try to focus on the task he wants you to perform rather than his touch. But then he leans forward to watch your hands work. His chin hovers above your shoulder. You can hear his breaths next to your ear. Once you’ve got it, you can essentially picture his subtle smirk in your mind.

“Good girl,” he croons teasingly.

You turn your head slightly, looking at him with your wide, innocent eyes. He chuckles and reaches up to stroke your cheek. Neither of you know what you’re really doing but one thing leads to another and you’re kissing. Then he’s got his hand up your shirt, groping your tits. It all comes to head and ends up with you straddling him, sinking down on his cock and burying your head in his shoulder.

Biting the fabric of his t-shirt to keep quiet, you begin to rise and fall. It felt so good as if it was what your body had been aching for. You felt the most alive you ever had in this shitty new world, and if the way he was gripping your hips and returning your thrusts were any indication, Rick felt the same way.

You both grunt and moan quietly as your bodies rut together with a primal desire for satisfaction. His lips glide over your collarbone and up your neck to the spot behind your ear. You let out a sharp whine which causes him to grin.

“Need you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he chides, “Don’t want to wake any of the others, do you?”

You’re quick to shake your head and cover your mouth with your palm, but you don’t stop bouncing. You needed him deep, rearranging your insides to a perfect mold for him.

“Then again,” he breathes, “They could stand to learn a thing or two from you. So obedient, eager to please…”

His words trail off as he helps you ride him. You’re so tight and warm, and for the first time since he set foot through those walls, his mind feels clear. He doesn’t hear the constant jabbering for his attention. His head doesn’t throb with the sensation of being pulled in five different directions. It’s like each thrust into your heat clears away a worry. By the time he cums, he feels drained of all his stress.

He needed more of that feeling. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was the start of a routine for the two of you. Everyday at least once, you were getting fucked till you were a drooling, dazed mess. And sometimes it was more than once. Sometimes he had you on your knees in the armory in the afternoon or pulled you into a storage closet on a morning supply run.

He had fifteen years on you, but most of the time he was the one leaving you exhausted.

And today had been a particularly bad day for Rick. Everything that could go wrong did. Alexandria was running low on a collection of different things, walkers were gathering at the East wall, one of the gate’s locks was rusting, a sprinkler broke, and on top of everything, he had to deal with everyone’s constant bitching.

The only thing that kept him from losing his shit was the thought of you laid in his bed at night waiting for him, batting your long eyelashes over those pretty doe eyes as you sat there in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.

He grits his teeth and dashes all across the community to try and get everything solved by sundown. The workload keeps him busy which fortunately makes the time go by faster. He also tries his best to keep his cool with people. There was no use starting petty conflicts when he had something much nicer to screw with now.

As soon as everyone’s headed off to bed and all the perimeters have been checked, he can’t get home fast enough. He’s quiet coming in. He didn’t wanna wake anyone. If someone got in his way now, he’d flip his lid worse than any of them had ever seen.

He’s up the stairs in seconds, taking them two at a time. Whisking the bedroom door open, a deep sigh seeps from his lungs as he sees his daydreams become realities of the night. Your pretty legs are on display for him as you lounge in the bed reading a book. He crosses the room and grabs you by the ankle to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You already know what time it is and feel a dull tingle in the pit of your belly.

“Stressful day?” you ask as you finish the page you were on.

“Is the sky still blue?” he grumbles as he presses a kiss to your calf then another further up against your knee.

You smile at the quip, placing the book on the nightstand just in time as he flips you over onto your stomach. He climbs on top of you, squeezing your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“Those people don’t even know how much they should be thanking you, baby,” he mumbles, “They don’t even know how many times a day you save their asses.”

You squirm a little beneath him as his fingers hook around your panties and tug them down. The sound of his zipper follows and it’s no time before you feel the weight of his dick against you.

“Needed you so bad all day,” he says.

“I needed you too,” you whimper as you feel slick gathering between your thighs.

He nips at your earlobe and rubs his hands up under his shirt you have on to tease the sides of your breasts.

“S’cute, honey,” he whispers, “Thinking about me while you did your little chores, hm?”

“Yeah,” you whine as he starts to line himself up and slot himself in the correct position.

It was such a familiar feeling, but each time it still made a chill run through you. Your insides ached with the pleasure that came from being filled up by him.

“Perfect girl. That’s just the way it should be,” he mutters.

He wastes no time before he starts thrusting. It only takes a couple before he starts groaning too. On nights like these, he was in no mood to take his time or savor the moment.

“So tight for me, Christ,” he chokes out, “There’s nothing like you.”

You moan softly too, putting your head down to muffle your sounds with the blanket. His hand rests around your neck for leverage as he fucks into you faster.

“That’s right, pretty baby. You’re so good for me. Givin’ me what I need. You’re the only one who can,” he grunts.

He snaps his hips harder, trying to find the limit of how hard he could go without being too loud or smacking the headboard into the wall. You claw at the ratty blankets on the bed as your toes curl. Your head turns to the side a little to peek up at him, and his eyes roll back.

“Everyone’s always fucking looking to me for something. No one can look at me like you can though. Those gorgeous eyes, all glossy for me. Not a thought behind ‘em right now,” he pants.

You nod weakly while digging your teeth into your lip again. It was getting harder to suppress the noises with the blanket alone.

“Rick…” you whimper, “Oh fuck, Rick.”

You gasp as he starts hitting the perfect spot. His stiff cock slips effortlessly in and out of you over and over and brushes that nook each time.

“Mhm. You’re the only one I wanna hear calling my name. Everyone here’s always whining for me, bitching for something. Not my girl though. The only time I hear you whining is when I’m balls deep, fucking you like you deserve,” he whispers.

You nod against the mattress. Your body rocks with the momentum of each thrust. Every stroke was working you closer to the edge, and Rick could feel his own impending as well.

Both his hands slide down to your hips to grip them hard. He keeps grinding and rolling his hips into you.

“Give it to me, princess. Lemme feel it. Gotta get my fix,” he says just as you start to tense up and jerk around below him.

You cum with a high moan into the plush fabric beneath you. Your body trembles and twitches as it handles the rush of euphoria. He keeps fucking you through it. His own noises start getting needier, closer to whimpers than groans. He grunts for a second as he finally feels release. He pulls out quickly and lets it spurt all over your ass. He’d so much rather do it inside, but he really didn’t need something else to worry about nine months from now.

With his release, the both of you are able to settle down for the night. He rolls off of you and quickly gets you cleaned up, so he can crawl into bed and hold you against his chest. The second most soothing thing to your pussy was the warmth of your body against him.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Always make things so good for me,” he sighs and lazily kisses your head, ready to drift off with the comfort of knowing this little scene would repeat itself tomorrow.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Tell me about The Band of Do-Gooders

I don't think you're ready for my ridiculous banter I just throw at my poor unsuspecting fiance but here you go.

You've heard of Legion of Super-Heroes but now get ready for their bootleg counterparts;

🎆🎆The Band of Do-Gooders! 🎆🎆

A team full of empowered young folk who have taken the pledge to stop crime, corruption and to do good.

Yes! It's a full line up of goody-two-shoes where each member comes with feet to stomp down injustice, and be home before the street lights come on!

Let's meet our Do-Gooders now!

We have;

Smartier V "Smarty"

As a Do-Gooder he's smart and not dumb. When he's not in the lab doing very smart things like finding the area of a rectangle he's baking pies with his loving mother Smartier IV on his home planet Cola! His secret identity is none other than Queerl Dix!

Wolver Wolf

Also known as Brian Lobo when he's not transformed into his BEAST form, do not be afraid because he is a Do-Gooder because all dogs are good boys. Woah, check out his teeth! He brushes them twice a day, as all Do-Gooders do.

Jupiter Lass

Beautiful Ra-ra Arrdeen comes from Mercury but her heart is bigger than Jupiter where she teachers all the boys that were sent there. As a Do-Gooder she uses her fantastic mental powers to stop crime before it happens! Are you thinking about sneaking out of your room tonight? That's not what a Do-Gooder does! Ra-Ra sees everything, back to bed with you!

Comet Dude

Rick Krane is the leader of the Do-Gooders because he is the most trusted Do-Gooder of them all! And he has fantastic magnet powers that will stop those No-Good-Doers in their tracks!

Zippy and Zappy

Twin brother and sister Gark and Ameeeeelia from the distant planet Winner are real Do-Gooders with their super electric SPARK powers! Watch them jump start your neighbor's stalled car, and then stop those No-Good-Doers with a double ZAP! That's the way to be a Do-Gooder!

Do YOU have what it takes to be a Do-Gooder?

This is all I have yo there shouldn't BE anymore.

[yanderes-galore]

Fandoms

All the fandoms I'm doing and taking a break from. Always up to date, check often :)

Last Edited: 11/4/24

Bold -> Written Before

Not Bold -> Hasn't been written before.

Adventure Time

🔪Fandoms I am currently writing for🔪

A

Arcane

Alien vs Predator (Just Alien movies or Predator movies are also included. Also books and games.)

Apex Legends

Arknights

Assassin's Creed (Games)

Assassination Classroom

A Song of Ice and Fire/House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones

Black Clover

Attack on Titan

B

Beastars (Season 1 + 2 of the anime)

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Bioshock (All games)

Black Butler

Blue Exorcist

The Boys

Borderlands (Including 1, 2, Pre-sequel, and 3)

Carmen Sandiego (Netflix show)

Bungou Stray Dogs

C

Call of Duty

Cookie Run

Creepypasta/Gaming Creepypasta (Not everyone, it depends)

Cult of The Lamb

Cuphead (Game/Show)

Danganronpa (Games only)

Cyberpunk 2077 (Anime/Game)

D

Dark Deception

Dark Souls/Souls-Like games

Dauntless (Creatures will all be pet-like)

DC Comics (Comics, Games, Movies) [Injustice and Arkhamverse mainly, but let's discuss]

Dead By Daylight (All Survivors and Killers along with costumes)

Dead Space (1-3)

Deltarune (Both Chapters)

Death Note

Demon Slayer

The Devil is a Part-Timer!

Detroit: Become Human

Ducktales 2017

Devil May Cry

Disney Mirrorverse

Don’t Starve (All Survivors and Costumes)

DOOM

Fire Force

Dying Light (1 + 2)

E

Evil Within (1 + 2)

Evolve (Creatures will all be pet-like)

F

Fallout (New Vegas 3, 4)

Far Cry

Fear and Hunger

Final Fantasy (Primarily anything past 7)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (All Games, Books, Fluffy AU) (Animatronic or Android)

Friday Night Funkin (Base game)(?)

G

Gears/Gears of War (Yandere Fics)

Genshin Impact

God of War

Halo RvB/Red vs Blue (All seasons)

Gravity Falls

H

Halo (Reach, CE, 2, 3, 3 ODST, 4, 5, Infinite, Wars 1+2)

Halo Books (Fall of Reach, The Flood, Contact Harvest, The Cole Protocol, First Strike, Ghosts of Onyx, Cryptum, Broken Circle, Hunters In The Dark, Last Light, New Blood, Envoy, Retribution, Smoke and Shadow, Bad Blood, Renegade, Point of Light, Divine Wind)

Happy Tree Friends (Anthro Animals or Hybrids/Humans [Like my OCs])

Haikyu!

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Hiveswap

Hollow Knight

Homestuck

Honkai Impact

How To Train Your Dragon

I

Identity V (All Survivors/Killers and their costumes except Hastur and younger characters are depicted as Platonic)

Monkie Kid (Lego)

Invader Zim (Original series and Enter the Florpus)

J

Jujutsu Kaisen

L

The Last of Us

League of Legends

Left 4 Dead (1 and 2)

Legend of Zelda

Lobotomy Corporation

M

Madness Combat (Game and Series)

Mario Franchise

Marvel Cinematic Universe (Up to Endgame)/Marvel Comic Universe (SPECIFY WHAT COMIC PLEASE-)

Metroid

Metal Gear Solid (All games, although I like Revengeance the most)

My Hero Academia

Mortal Kombat (9 through 11)

Murder Drones

My Little Pony (FiM and a New Generation)

Naruto

Mystic Messenger

N

Ninjago

Noragami

No More Heroes

One Piece

No Straight Roads

O

Obey Me!

OFF

One Punch Man

Pirates of the Caribbean

Outlast

The Outer Worlds

Overwatch (All characters/Costumes)

P

Payday 2/3

Persona (3-5)

Pokemon (Just Trainers Right Now) (All games)

Portal (1 and 2)

Puss in Boots

R

Rainbow Six Siege

Ratchet and Clank

Red Dead Redemption (Mostly 2)

Resident Evil (All Games)

Saiki K

Rick & Morty

S

Spooky Month

SCP (Not everyone, it depends)

Silent Hill

Skyrim

Slashers/Horror in general (Please say what movie your slasher is from)

Solar Opposites

Sonic (All games + The Paramount Movies + IDW Comics. All characters are aged up except characters Classic! Tails, Movie! Tails, Cream the Rabbit, Ray the Flying Squirrel, and Classic Amy, which are Platonic as I can't see them as aged up.)

Splatoon (Manga/Games)

Star Wars (Movies + Clone Wars)

Steven Universe

Terminator (All movies)

Street Fighter

T

Team Fortress 2 (All Classes and characters like Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Media (2003, 2007 movie, 2012, 2014/Bayverse, 2018/ROTTMNT)

Tokyo Ghoul

Transformers (Animated, Cyberverse, Earthspark, Generation 1, IDW comics, Prime, Robots In Disguise, War for Cybertron)

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Twisted Wonderland

U

Ultrakill

Undertale

V

Warframe

Voltron: Legendary Defender

W

Walking Dead

We Happy Few

Wednesday

The Witcher (Show)

X

~~💜~~

Xcom

Y

Yandere OCs I have (Look at this list)

🚫Fandoms I am taking a break from🚫

- South Park (All aged up of course, Show and games)

[burningexeter]

I realized very early on that I've always been attracted to in media and fiction, unconventional protagonists that while are heroic, they're NOT at all the typical type of "heroes" you'd expect. I've always found that way more interesting and compelling than most other regular or conventional type of stories. Here's a list of the ones that I think are some (or in this case, a LOT) of my biggest influences when it comes to the characters that I write, the protagonists that I write where it's unconventional main characters fighting the odds or facing the highest stakes possible or BOTH in incredible situations or scenarios BUT are again NOT the generic "heroes" you'd think or expect them to be:

• Andy Dufrense & Ellis Boyd "Red" Redding — The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

• Paul Edgecomb & John Coffey — The Green Mile (1999)

• John McClane — Die Hard (1988)

• Arthur Morgan — Red Dead Redemption 2

• Mrs. Brisby — The Secret Of NIMH (1982)

• Norman Babcock — ParaNorman

• Frank — Thief (1981)

• Alice Johnson — A Nightmare On Elm Street 4: The Dream Master & A Nightmare On Elm Street 5: The Dream Child

• Miguel Rivera — Coco (2017)

• Eddie Valiant & Roger Rabbit — Who Framed Roger Rabbit

• Marty McFly & Emmett "Doc" Brown — The Back To The Future Trilogy

• Samantha "Charly" Caine — The Long Kiss Goodnight

• Walter "Heisenberg" White — Breaking Bad

• Ezekiel "EZ" Reyes — Mayans MC

• Peter "Spider-Man" Parker — Spider-Man 2 (2004)

• Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton & Trevor Philips — Grand Theft Auto V

• Niko Bellic — Grand Theft Auto IV

• Jaguar Paw — Apocalypto (2006)

• Jack Sparrow, Will Turner & Elizabeth Swann — The Pirates Of The Caribbean Trilogy

• Poindexter "Fool" Williams, Alice Robeson & Roach — The People Under The Stairs

• Shane Vendrell — The Shield (FX)

• Matt Parkman — Heroes (Season 1)

• Bob & Helen Parr — The Incredibles (2004)

• The Man With No Name & Tuco Benedicto Pacífico Juan María Ramírez — The Dollars Trilogy

• Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Frank Castle & David "Micro" Lieberman — Marvel Netflix

• Robyn Goodfellowe & Mebh Og MacTire — Wolfwalkers (2020)

• Kevin Garvey — The Leftovers (HBO)

• El Mariachi — The Mexico Trilogy

• John Hartigan, Marv & Dwight McCarthy — Sin City (2005)

• Andrea Grimes — The Walking Dead (Comic Series)

• Kenny McCormick — South Park

• Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture, Malcom "The Monarch" Fitzcarraldo & Gary "Henchmen 21" Fischer — The Venture Bros.

• Gwen Tennyson — Ben 10: Alien Force & Ben 10: Ultimate Alien

• Literally all of the protagonists — Generator Rex

• Virgil Ovid Hawkins/Static Shock & Richard "Richie" Osgood Foley/Gear — Static Shock

• Al "Spawn" Simmons — Todd McFarlane's Spawn (HBO)

• Billy "Shazam!" Batson & Frederick "Freddy" Freeman — SHAZAM! (2019)

• Frank Bannister — The Frighteners

• Ann Darrow — King Kong (2005)

• Sarah Bowman, John "Flyboy" & Bill McDermott — Day Of The Dead (1985)

• Rick O'Connell, Evelyn "Evie" & Jonathan Carnahan — The Mummy (1999)

• U.S. Army Captain Benjamin L. Willard — Apocalypse Now

• Staff Sergeant Mikhail "Mike" Vronsky — The Deer Hunter

• Mikasa Ackerman — Attack On Titan

• Max Rockatansky — Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior

• Sheriff Hassan — Midnight Mass

• Historia Reiss — Attack On Titan (Manga)

• Grey Trace — Upgrade (2018)

• Seth Gecko — From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)

• Cecilia "Cee" Kress — The Invisible Man (2020)

• Private Cooper — Dog Soldiers

• Quintus Dias — Centurion (2010)

• Lucius Vorenus & Titus Pullo — Rome (HBO)

• Seth Bullock & Al Swearengen — Deadwood (HBO)

• Alita — Alita: Battle Angel (2019)

• O.J. Haywood — Nope (2022)

• Puss In Boots & Perrito — Puss In Boots: The Last Wish

• Po — Kung Fu Panda 2

• Bob Belcher — Bob's Burgers

• Atticus Finch — To Kill A Mockingbird

• John Rambo — First Blood

• Bruce Wayne/Batman — Batman (1989)

• Logan/Wolverine — Logan (2017)

• Charlie Shakespeare — Deathwatch (2002)

• Edward Boyce & Lewis Ford — Overlord (2018)

• Solomon Kane — Solomon Kane (2009)

• Alan Wake — Alan Wake (2010)

• Private/Sergeant J.T. "Joker" Davis — Full Metal Jacket

• Lee Everett — Telltale's The Walking Dead (Season 1)

• Bigby Wolf — Telltale's The Wolf Among Us

• Heather Mason — Silent Hill 3

And that's just merely the tip of the iceberg.

[rotttnapple]

Please Stay (cont.) @wrathfulmercy

“Thank you.” Charley murmured in soft response, his nervous fears slipping away as if carried by a stream. It would be easier, the knowing. No more nights spent tossing and turning, hardly able to sleep, dragging himself out of bed the next morning to go back out, a ghost on the streets, unseen but always watching. It was harder to stay safe when he was tired, his instincts dulled and his reactions slow. His years on the streets had honed his senses to a fine point but even the sharpest knife could be easily dulled. And maybe Rick wouldn’t mind so much if he called to tell the man he would be out later than his usual time, he didn’t want to worry him anymore than he had worried about the Sheriff himself.

“Might be a little tight.” Charley commented, soft, smiling as he nuzzled gently against the older man. Soaking him up, taking him in, savoring all of this. It was a rare thing, wasn’t it? To find a connection so...intense. To find someone who cared, who wanted to stay, who wanted him to stay. He was never the wanted one, even as a child. There was something richly exciting about it, filling him with a new kind of warmth. Rick had soothed him so easily, pulling him away from the precipice of total panic and subsequent shut down. Away from the dark pit that would have consumed him, left him feeling hollow and exhausted. 

He only nodded at Rick’s words, the kiss on his forehead making his eyes close again for a moment, his blush darken another shade. He rested comfortably against him, under his jacket. Was there anything better than this? He couldn’t imagine if there was, listening to him talk, more than happy to accept the spoiling that was being directed on him. Rick felt strong, eternal, someone who could always keep him safe, always make him happy. Maybe his worries that the man would be hurt somewhere, out there in the line of duty had been wrong. In this moment Rick seemed invincible, untouchable, above everything that could possibly hurt them or pull them apart. 

“I’d like that.” Charley murmured in response, surprised at the suggestion. It was only natural that he was curious where the man lived, how he lived. Charley always assumed the distinct separation of their lives was for Rick’s protection as much as it was for his. If the other street rats knew he was working for the Sheriff, offering him information, he would be labeled as a snitch and dealt with accordingly. Charley had seen the end results of such things before - if the victim lived, they wish they had died. More often than not they got their wish - either by their own hand or by furthered retaliation. That wasn’t something that needed to bother him now - Rick was safe, and Rick was careful. He wouldn’t let him get hurt. Charley lifted a hand again, resting it against one of Rick’s cupping his cheek. He turned his head and pressed a kiss into his palm there, looking back at the sheriff, eyes dark and warm with everything unsaid.

“I’d like that too.” Charley whispered, soft, shifting in the man’s lap to straddle him, knees resting on either side of his hips. Charley was the one who cupped Rick’s face now, leaning in to kiss his mouth, as sweet and delicate as the rest of him, tongue gently teasing the sheriff’s lower lip before he pulled back again, watching him, questioning. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, pounding against his ribs in a hard tattoo. 

[pascalpanic]

Spitfire (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: You’re working on a case file in your apartment with Javier. It’s late. He tells you that you need to relax, and you say no, but then he offers to help you calm down. Warnings: 18+, smut, and it’s graphic smut. cursing too. Javier Peña comes with his own warning. brief mentions of alcohol/alcoholism and of period-typical misogyny. oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v sex. WC: 4.4k A/N: Lol my longest one yet and it’s smut. Well, I’ve been being hounded to post my first smut fic, and who better than with the devil himself, Javi? I saw this masterlist of smut prompts (written by @prolixitae) and had a friend choose two for me, so this one is going to include those, including “you’re being so good for me, I knew you could take it all” and “answer the phone, I dare you.” Welp, here we go!

Rarely did women catch his eye the way you did. He’d admire their asses in their skirts, their breasts and the way they’d cause their buttons to tug at the matching hole on their blouses. Javier was discreet about it, but it was always what he noticed first. With you, it was surprising, and it almost made him give a chuckle when he’d think about it. You were wonderfully built, of course, and he definitely came to adore that, but he always rested his eyes on your face. You had the most wonderful eyes he’d ever seen, he thought, not just from the stunning color but from the way they held every ounce of your personality in them. They always betrayed just what you were feeling: your rage at him, which was often, or your adoration of a child or a dog on the street, your intensity as you scanned the paper on the desk in front of you.

Not only did your eyes astound Javier, but your lips captivated him. You frequently wore different shades of lipstick, and every one looked more delectable than the last to him, who wanted nothing more than to kiss you so hard it came off all over his face, or to have smears of it left on his chest or his hips. They looked incredibly soft, gentle yet strong, and the words that flew out of them, often without a thought, made his own tug up in the corner of his face and expose that dimple. He’d even seen you without makeup a few times, after a particularly long stakeout or a hard night of partying. He found them just as beautiful when they were their natural color, just as attractive and luscious.

The rest of your face made him smile just to think about; it was the very essence of you, of course it brought a grin to his normally stoic face. Your eyebrows and cheekbones perfectly framed those beautiful eyes, your nose quirked adorably when you were either full of rage or joy. Your cheeks moved with your lips or nose, and he wanted to kiss every little line or fold on that beautiful skin of yours, loving the way the tone looked against the equally stunning clothes you wore.

Over time, his appreciation of the rest of your body grew too. The pencil skirts you wore complimented your stunning ass, and the clacking of the heels you paired them with made him weak at the knees when he knew the noise was you walking his way. On stakeouts, in civilian clothes, even the comfortable things you wore were stunning. The curve of your chest beneath a t-shirt, the way your jeans were ripped and exposing the skin of your legs beneath them. The littlest things about you were beautiful to him, but God if they weren’t becoming a distraction.

It’s 01:00, as Javier likes to call it, as the two of you face each other with a look of frustration on each face. You sit in your apartment, the one just above his, him on your couch and you on the floor. “Fuck,” you practically shout and toss the papers down onto the coffee table between you. “How can there be this little evidence of a man who’s fucking everywhere? He runs the entire fucking country like a puppet on a string, and we can’t find a shred of evidence that’s enough to get a goddamn warrant.” Your rage was apparent on your face, causing you to clench your fist around your empty can of soda until it’s a ball of crumpled aluminum. You look up at Javi, practically steaming out of your ears. “How the hell do you do this job?” You ask, breathing heavy from your momentary rage.

I stare at your tits until I’m feeling something else, Peña thinks to himself. He knows he can’t say that, so he takes a second and just sighs, shaking his head. “I leave it at the office,” he chides, leaning forward and tossing a folder onto the table. You had been working on this case alone all night, scanning through paperwork. Hearing you pace around your apartment that sat directly above his, an equally awake Javier had come up to your apartment and knocked, offering his assistance. He and his partner Steve, who lived next door to you with his wife Connie, had been working on another aspect of the Escobar case. You and yours, Rick Harrigan, had been focused on getting something to use as a warrant to invade his home. Unfortunately, your partner was an incompetent alcoholic who was about as much use to you as Escobar himself.

“Easy for you to say,” you shake your head. “I personally call it giving a shit, Javi,” you say sharply. “When you’re not as respected as a man in this field, you have to work twice as hard. And when your partner is too drunk to show up and not get himself killed, twice as hard as that.” You angrily staple two papers together, using the hit to the appliance as a release of your rage.

“Woah there, bonita,” Javier says as he watches, earning an angry glare from you that eases when his eyes meet yours. You sigh and lean back against the wall, running a hand over your hair, loosening from the ponytail it’s tied in. “You need to relax somehow. It’s one in the morning now, did you notice that?” he asks teasingly, chuckling as your eyes fly open. “Guess you didn’t. Get some sleep,” he tells you and crosses his legs, leaning back on the couch.

You sigh again and untie your ponytail, shaking out your hair. “I’m sorry, Javi. I should. I probably woke you too, with my pacing, and I’ll be lucky if I didn’t wake Steve and Connie too.” You groan and look up at him, finding his eyes trained on you. “What?” you ask curiously.

Javier had been staring at how beautifully messy you looked, how your hair was a mess and your makeup was smudged, barely clinging to your face. You looked absolutely wrecked, and it was far more attractive to him than it should’ve been. It almost looked like you had just rolled out of bed with someone, and the look moved his blood somewhere in his body lower than it needed to be. “Nothing,” he says with a gulp and you quirk an eyebrow.

You’d clearly be lying if you didn’t find yourself attracted to the man in front of you. He was an equal to you in the office, but he liked to act like your superior. Naturally, with your temper, you refused to let that happen, leading to some tension between the two of you. The tension, however, wasn’t necessarily the bad kind. If you had less cowardice, you’d ask him out. You know he’d say yes. Javier has a reputation for never turning down a date with a willing woman.

That’s the thing though. It would be labeled a date at first, but it wouldn’t remain that way for long. You could, and admittedly did, picture what would happen: you’d show up in some sexy little dress, Javier wearing a tight shirt, one open button short of professional, and equally tight jeans that highlight his ass. You’d each get in a drink and a half and the next morning you’d wake in your own bed, a delicious ache between your legs and no Javier to be seen.

Clearing that thought from your head, you tie your hair into a ponytail once more and pick up another paper from the desk. “I’m… we’re gonna get murdered if I don’t get this done by Friday morning. God knows Rick won’t be working on it,” you sigh and shake your head, scanning the paper.

“Your head is going to pop if you keep shoving shit in there,” he teases you, nudging you with his leg under the coffee table. “Get some rest.”

You gulp, biting down on your lip. He’s going to keep telling you that, but you can’t do it. It’s too much work, and your fear of failure is greater than your need for sleep. The emotions build inside, mostly frustration: at Javi telling you to rest, at your incompetent partner, at yourself. “I’ve told you this, Javi, I have to keep working. I can sleep later.”

“Do you want me to go beat the shit out of Harrigan for you? I’m not above that,” he offers, his tone clearly teasing.

You chuckle a little and look at him, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re too kind,” you say, voice thick with emotion before you turn back to the paper, “but that wouldn’t change anything except make your life harder and him drink more to cope with the injury.” As you finish talking, your words rise in pitch until the tears fall from your face.

“Hey, hey,” Javier says quickly, getting on his knees on the other side of the coffee table, one hand reaching out to the side of your face. “Don’t cry, cariña,” he says softly, wiping the tears from one eye with his thumb. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re a much better agent than you’re giving yourself credit for, and getting Escobar is like catching a greased pig,” his native Texan adages coming out. You giggle a little at that and he smiles softly. “Let me help you. We’ll go talk to the ambassador about Harrigan together, and I’ll help you search all of this.”

“Javi, you have all of your assigned work, and like you said, it’s one in the morning, you need to sleep-”

“No, you need sleep. I run on cigarettes and rage alone,” he says, earning another soft chuckle from you. “We’ll search this for another hour, see if there’s anything we can use, and if it doesn’t pan out we’ll both go to bed and start this again in the morning.”

You nod softly, leaning into his hand. “You’re much nicer late at night, Peña,” you tease him, causing him to drop the smile, the stoic look returning to his face only accentuated by the growing shadow of stubble on his skin.

Javi chuckles a little. “You’re the only one who’s ever been brave enough to tease me,” he admits, a thick eyebrow slightly raising as he grabs another file from the table and opens it, starting to comb through it. “You’re una volcán,” he chuckles and takes a sip of the glass of whiskey sitting on the table. You look at him questioningly. “A spitfire.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s called being a woman and having had enough,” you tease back at him drily. “Though I suppose I do have plenty of balls to go around. More than any of the men in our department.”

Shaking his head, Javi leaves it there, though he desperately wants to flirt back. You want to leave it there too, but you can’t. Something in you has to get the last word with him, has to get him fired up enough to retort, maybe to do something he shouldn’t to you. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one around here who can’t just go get fucked and forget about the job.”

“Who says I get fucked?” He asks flirtatiously as he takes another sip from his whiskey, and a small smirk falls across your face.

“If it’s about forgetting about something, you need to be the one receiving,” you flirt, daring to get on your knees and lean across the table, trying to get as close to his face as you can to say the words.

Javier reciprocates the movement, taking this as a challenge. “Is that an offer or a request?” He teases back, leaning forward until you can feel his hot breath on your face.

“I’ll let you decide that,” you chuckle quietly and close the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing together. It’s hot and desperate and needy for a moment, nearly moaning into the kiss but stopping yourself. It continues, sloppy and heated and needy. “You’re the one who was in tears earlier,” Javi murmurs between kisses. “I think that means that you’re the one in need of some forgetting.”

“I think that sounds wonderful,” you sigh as his lips move to your jaw. Javi breaks away from you, standing for a moment before situating himself on the couch. He lies back, head on a pillow, unbuttoning his shirt a little. He smirks as he watches you noticing. “Well? You gonna come sit on my face or what?” He asks with a similar smirk, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and letting his shirt fall open but rest on his shoulders.

Your mouth nearly drops open. Nothing in you ever questioned that Javier would be an extremely generous lover; even rumors around the office indicated that. No, you just didn’t expect him to be so blunt about it. It makes your blood run cold for a moment. You nod and stand, shimmying the leggings down your legs and kicking them aside. So caught up in your lust, you try to walk forward but your shin finds the coffee table. “Fuck,” you yelp, now kicking the coffee table to shove it out of your path to the man looking at you like he’s starving and there’s a four-course meal between your legs. It drags and screeches across the floor, making a loud noise and you wince. It wobbles and thunks, making more noise than anything should be at what’s now approximately 1:40 A.M..

“Hey, take your anger out here instead,” Javi flirts, scooting further from the back of the couch so you can get properly on him. Once you finally reach his side, he pulls your shirt up frantically as high as he can before you have to do the rest. You pull it off to reveal a generic black bra, but it makes the rising tent in Javier’s jeans grow. “Oh fuck, look at you cariño,” he murmurs, hands gliding up your sides. You pull off your panties and finally straddle him, grinding your hips into his and earning an absolutely sinful groan from him. “No, not now. Get up here,” he murmurs, grabbing your hips and scooting you up his body until you’re seated on his face.

You lean forward, a hand on the arm of the couch for balance, and Javier nearly dies from the sight above him. He licks a tentative stripe up your folds and you moan helplessly, your head falling back. “Javi,” you whisper, and then again when he brings up his fingers to toy at your entrance. “Jesus Christ,” you shudder as his mouth finds your clit, swishing it with his tongue and lapping at it.

A hand finds his hair and you curl your fingers in it tight as he slips his fingers into you. Two digits immediately begin exploring inside of you and you whimper before you can stop yourself. His lips circle your clit as his tongue plays with it, desperately eating you out. It feels amazing, and his name escapes your lips again and again. You cry out his name softly, already sweating and flushed from the pleasure, before you notice it:

Brrrrrring. Brrrrrring.

It’s the phone. “Who the fuck is calling now?” you whine, annoyed at the fact that it’s while Javier’s face is buried in your pussy more so than the fact that it’s in the dead of the night. You ignore it for a few moments more, whimpering at the way Javier’s tongue works against you. He stops and moves you slightly.

“Answer the phone, I dare you,” he murmurs, a fire in his eyes before that smart mouth returns to his task at hand.

“Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna sound terrible,” you manage out through moans and soft whimpers. Javier makes a noise into you, indicating that you’d better. “Fucker. Be nice to me,” you whisper to him before you answer. “Hello?”

“Sweetie, is everything okay?” you hear Connie’s voice, whispering yet frantic, on the other end.

“Yeah, just fine,” you say, panting from the feeling of Javi beneath you.

“Are you sure? What the hell happened? Steve was going to go check on you but I made sure he didn’t, he wants to make sure you’re okay too,” she starts rambling, clearly cupping her hand over the microphone so the whisper can’t escape it.

What a sight that would be: Steve opening the door to find his partner eating out their coworker. You almost moan at that but hold back, biting on your lip as she speaks and trying to compose yourself for your turn. “Ye-ah,” you say, a moan slipping out as Javi’s teeth brush your clit. “I stubbed my toe and kicked the coffee table,” you admit, and it’s truthful. That earns Javi a little extra tug on the hair, and he seems to take that as motivation to be even worse.

“You’re sure everything is fine over there?” She asks.

“Great, yeah. Go back to bed, Connie,” you say, still panting helplessly.

“If you’re dead in the morning, you can’t blame me,” she teases and hangs up.

“Fuck you, Javi,” you laugh breathlessly when the line clicks dead. “What the fuck?”

“Hopefully you will,” he murmurs into you, and your anger is immediately resolved as the motion of his fingers and tongue matches perfectly.

You cry out at the mixture before you can stop yourself. “Oh fuck, Javi, I’m really close,” you mutter, your hips canting back against the rhythm he sets. He gives a little noise, and you assume that’s him giving it the okay. He keeps going and going in just the right way until it’s too much and not enough at the same time and- “Javier,” you wail helplessly, your orgasm rushing over you.

He works you through it, moaning into you as you shudder and whine atop of him. He pushes you down to straddle his torso when you’re done. He smirks up at you, perfectly content with himself. “Bastard,” you murmur and shake your head before kissing him again, moaning as you can taste yourself on his tongue. It continues like that for a moment before you pull away, the noise from the wetness of the kiss absolutely obscene. “Here’s the plan. We’re gonna go to my bedroom and I’m gonna blow you, then you’re gonna fuck me so hard I can’t remember what the name Escobar means.”

The lust in his eyes is practically turning his irises black. “Yes ma’am,” he smirks and kisses you again, sitting up to do so and resting his hands on the sides of your face. You stand and beckon him, turning and walking towards your bedroom, wearing nothing but the black bra you’d neglected to take off earlier.

As he enters, he undoes his belt, tossing it aside, smirking at the image of you sitting on the edge of your bed. “Take off the bra,” he orders and you get ready to do so, giving him a little show before moving your hands to the clasp. “On one condition.”

“You fucking name it and I’ll do it, cariño.”

“When I wake up in the morning, you’ll be next to me.” He pauses for a moment, halfway through unzipping his pants. He looks up at you, eyes unreadable. “You don’t have to be sweet to me, hell, you can destroy me, but you’re staying the night.”

Javi pauses for a second more before the smirk grows. “Deal.” He stands in front of you and shucks his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, which you quickly pull down. Your eyes bulge as you finally get the chance to see him; he’s massive. This is going to be… interesting, to say the least. A smirk finds your face and you take him in your hand, stroking him softly. “Where do you want me, bonita?” He asks breathily, his head falling back. You stand and push him to sit on the edge of the bed, where you just were, before falling to your knees and spreading his legs.

As you take him in your hand to slowly stroke him, Javier chuckles softly. “You can’t do this for long. I already feel like I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs, his fingertips tracing the side of your face until they reach your chin. You take him in your mouth, just the tip, and already feel overwhelmed. He’s massive, even just the tip is, filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue before pulling off, pressing kisses to the side of his shaft. He watches in awe, panting and sweating, before a moan falls from his lips. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles, hand resting on your chin.

You take him in your mouth and start bobbing on him, never quite reaching the base but desperate to do so. He shudders. “Think you can take all of me, baby, huh?” he asks, earning a little whimper from you. “You can do it, I think. That big mouth, always sassing me, now you’re using it for this.”

On the next bob, you take all of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. It makes you gag slightly, but it’s still deeply erotic, making the feeling in your body warm you up even more. “Fuck, my little spitfire, you’re being so good for me. I knew you could take it all.” You whimper around him and come back up, and he pulls you off of him. “No more or I’ll cum down your throat,” he chuckles. “Where are the condoms?”

You stand hurriedly and head to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. “I want you however you’ll take me,” you tell him as you unwrap the condom, getting on your knees again to roll it down over him, tossing the wrapper carelessly to the side.

“Just missionary for now. For our first time,” he smirks, tipping your chin up so he can kiss you. You taste so perfect, he thinks, he could probably shoot his load just from kissing you. But not now, not when he has a plan.

You smirk a little at that. First time. Insinuating there will be more to come. You get up from your knees and climb onto the bed, lying down with your head in the pillows. Javier climbs over you, leaning down and kissing you softly. “How hard do you want me?” he asks.

“You decide. You’re the one who’s in charge, remember?” You ask flirtatiously, reaching down to stroke him slowly as you spread your legs wider.

He chuckles darkly and kisses you again, lining himself up with you. His eyes open quickly and he brings his face back, nonverbally asking. You give him a little smirk, nodding softly, and he kisses you again as he pushes into you. You cry out into his lips. He’s so big, you knew that from going down on him, but it’s a delicious stretch. He waits only a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in again, making you whimper his name.

“Javi,” you whine again and again, wrapping your leg around his waist. From the first thrust, he presses against that perfect little spot inside you, making you wetter and wetter with every thrust. “Oh god, harder, harder, just fucking wreck me,” you whine, spreading your free leg as wide as you can.

He brings one hand down to circle your clit, and it makes you squeal helplessly, the way he rubs it just in time with the harsh thrusts inside of you. It all feels so good, all of it, his lips working his way across your neck and working a mark behind your ear.

His thrusts are hard, both for you and for him, and he starts murmuring dirty little words into your ear, biting down on his lip as he thrusts. “So good for me, cariño,” he murmurs before sucking on your earlobe, quickening his tempo. “So tight around me. Never felt anything like you.”

Unable to formulate any words other than his name, you cry it out again. “Fuck, fuck Javi,” you groan, your hands dragging down his back, leaving marks with your nails.

“Such a dirty mouth,” he smirks for a moment before crying out at the feeling of your nails. “Oh, fuck, honey. You gonna cum for me?” he asks, earning a frantic nod for you. “You wanna hold back? We can cum together,” he murmurs, and that receives another nod. “Oh, good girl,” he murmurs, the noises you make going straight to his dick.

Biting down on your lip, you sigh. “I’m holding back, so you better be damn close,” you moan into his ear, working back against him.

He nods. “Okay, okay, come on baby. Come with me, 3, 2, 1….” he counts down and you clench tight around him as your second orgasm rips through your body, making you pulse and flutter around him. The feeling is so perfect, so intense that Javier can’t wait any longer and finally cums into the condom, thrusting harder and harder into you. “Feels so good when you cum,” he whispers to you, voice ragged and breath hot on your skin.

Javier keeps thrusting until the both of you are done, and he finally pulls out and flops down next to you on your mattress. He sits up, removing the condom and putting it in the trashcan by your bed before lying down again and pulling you to him. You rest your head on his sweaty chest and he wraps an arm around you, kissing your head. “Goddamn, honey,” he chuckles, using all of the air in his lungs to make the sound of content. You laugh too, snuggling in closer. “You’re gonna have to let me cum down that pretty little throat sometime soon,” he teases. “Because that’s all I’m gonna be thinking about until it happens.”

You chuckle at that, shaking your head. Suddenly, you freeze as your conscience comes back to you. “Fuck, those files,” you say, a hint of panic in your voice, trying to bolt upright.

Javi hushes you, pulling you back to his chest. “Forget about those files. You need sleep. You’re gonna sleep right here, and we’ll deal with it in the morning. I’ll make an appointment with the ambassador and he’ll send Harrigan’s ass back on the next flight to D.C.”

His words soothe you easily, but you’re still on edge. “No, Javi, I gotta-”

“Didn’t you make me promise I’d be here in the morning? That won’t happen if you don’t fall asleep,” he teases you and cuddles you into his chest. “Forget it, spitfire,” he tells you, and this time, you listen, letting your eyes fall shut as you listen to Javier’s slowing heartbeat, your ear pressed to his chest.

[rotttnapple]

Rick didn't know he worried, and Charley almost felt bad for telling him, looking anywhere but him. It wasn't something new, Charley didn't know when it started, either. It snuck up on him, slow and devious, until it was too much to ignore. Hearing Rick say that, say he'd never want him to leave just made everything hurt worse. He'd spent all day trying to prepare himself for this - the hurt, the idea of being alone again, living in the streets and scrounging out of garbage cans. His breath hitched, low, and Charley tried to hide it.

Rick pulled him close and he rested his head on the sheriff's chest. It was almost automatic. He liked hearing his heart beat, feeling the warmth of him, wondering how all this even happened. There was that night he got caught, again, about to break into a car and then a drink, taking Rick's offer. But the rest of it he never expected. Stuff like this was something that only happened in fairy tales, wasn't it? Now...he was afraid of losing it all without warning. The sound of Rick dropping his belt was so familiar and usually so comforting, a sign he was going to stick around at least until morning. Now it just made Charley hug him closer, like he said he had to go instead.

Charley looked up with eyes glossy from unshed tears, mouth still pulled into a little frown. Upset. Funny how things worked like that, how he could worry and wonder but it didn't sting so much as when he said it.

"No I don't want to go..." Charley whispered, "I never wanted to go...I just thought...I don't know." He hadn't expected Rick to be soft like this. He'd expected a lot of things - mostly anger, but not this. He sighed, low, moving to rest his head against Rick's chest again. Over his heart, where he could hear it beat.

"Will you really stay the night?" He asked, voice still soft and low. He felt safe enough here, no one really came out here except Rick, but it was somehow better when he was around. Maybe because it just felt less lonely. He closed his eyes, hugging the man tight again. Usually he'd make something - his cooking skills weren't fantastic but he was learning - settle in and give Rick his updates on things, but he didn't feel like doing any of that right now. He barely felt like moving.

"I saw someone get shot yesterday" Charley said from where he rested, usually he left out the less-than-desirable details from his reports, like the time he'd gotten mugged, lucky to get away twenty bucks lighter but otherwise unharmed.

"He was arguing and then he got shot and...you're off duty now because you're here but you'll be back to work tomorrow. And I...I wouldn't know if something happened...they wouldn't even let me in the room to...to make sure you're okay. I just. I just worry and maybe I shouldn't but I do. Especially when you don't come around for a few days and I don't know if you're dead or hurt or just busy..."

"I can't do this anymore."

Right in the guts angst sentences from here

“What do you mean?” Rick snarled back while opening the little fridge in the mans trailer which Rick organized him to live in. They mostly met in here since nobody saw them and Charley could easily inform him about the news, but in fact Rick definitely enjoyed to have a place to go to at night, since being in a mansion on his own wasn’t really what he would describe as comfortable and somehow a cozy down to earth place like this was making him feel more secure. “Are you talking about your job? This place?” He picked up one of the beers he stationed here before and opened the bottle to take a sip, while the other man still looked at him like a lost puppy without saying anything.

“What? Or are you talking about... this?” With his hand he gestured between them, hoping that this wouldn’t be the right answer which he didn’t want to hear. “Talk to me.” he commanded and placed the bottle on the kitchenette before walking over to him to cup his face in his rough hands and make him look at his face. “What is it you can’t do anymore, Charley?”

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[softboyscully]

Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is  john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability 

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating. 

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”  

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

[sinkix]

《What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Nekoma Edition》

Yo-hoo! Here’s another part to this potential(?) series! I hope you enjoy the possible call-outs in some of these lmao. Writers block been kicking my ass recently but I had a lot of fun writing these. Enjoy <3

You can find the Karasuno ver. here 

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Kuroo:

Have a hand fetish and will not say no to choking.

Daddy kink™

Will not accept anything below 6 inches.

More of a dog person but would love to own a black cat.

You drool over tattoos.

Your grades are mostly B’s but you know in your heart you deserve that A, and tbh you probably do. Chase ur goals bby.

Halloween is likely your favourite holiday.

You have to resist not to carve a dick into the pumpkin EvEry GodDAmN YeAr.

You either study for 6 hours consecutively or cannot study at all and you get very frustrated at this.

Have the potential to be a good leader and command the room but probably don’t put it to use as much as you should.

Your playlist parkours from sad 3am crying into your pillow songs to aggressive punk music you could rob a store to.

You like bad boys who hang around bars and look like they would put out a cigarette on your forearm and call you a slut. Just stating facts sweaty xoxo.

Either dress very feminine and girly with a ‘smol girl uwu’ aesthetic or a hardass punk who would kick your ass for a can of beer no in between and tbh both are equally hot.

You’re a big softie at heart either way and just want to be held and told everything will be okay.

Ur a hoe for when people stroke your hair or caress your chin it’s your ultimate weakness.

Watched Rick & Morty.

Twice.

Sleeves rolled up veiny forearms and donning a silver watch are your muse and something you fantasise about frequently.

Most of your memes are shitty top text bottom texts that are somehow funny and I don’t understand why lmao.

You call someone ‘bro’ even if it’s someone you’re immensely attracted to.

Did someone say ties? No it’s just ur dirty ass thoughts thinking about that hot business dudes attire from across the street and how you wish they were tied around ur wrists.

Probably had a crush on Jeff the Killer as a tween and are relentlessly haunted by your old Wattpad library. 

Tbh any dark-haired dude with bedhead that screams rugged and probably not good for you is something that draws you like a moth to a flame.

You often question why every person you’ve fallen for has been a Scorpio and curse that tendency of yours.

Dw man they’re hot so I feel u.

Kenma:

Went through a ‘I’m not like other __’ phase and it’s something that you think about a lot and wish you didn’t.

Watched dan & phil as a kid.

Any mention of Pokemon has you turning into a rabid beast you get way too excited.

It’s cute though dw bby.

Pretty antisocial but interesting to talk to.

Your family often question how you’re able to sleep in till 3pm and judge you heavily for it.

Nocturnal night owl gang rise up.

Frequently have bags under your eyes but somehow manage to pull it off.

Listen to ASMR on the down-low and will never admit it to a single soul.

Frequently go on BL binges and have many related book marks.

You pray that someone will never find your laptop bc holy fuck the amount of smut on that.

You wear scarves & beanies even when it isn’t that cold outside.

100% went through a scene hair phase/attempted to.

You dye your hair a lot or REALLY want to.

You have a voice kink low-key so anyone with a pleasant/soothing sounding voice just gets u goin’.

Cats are your favourite animal and you either do or want to own several.

Would name them after video game/anime characters u fuckin nerd lol.

Speaking of cats ,you fantasise heavily about cat-boys and have a folder dedicated to them.

Oversized hoodies are your vibe and always ball the sleeve hems in your fist as a comfort mechanism.

Shopping centres are your worst nightmare and trigger your claustrophobia or social anxiety and honestly I feel that spiritually.

Have a cute sticky note collection.

You like a lot of music consisting of guitar and slow/soothing beats.

You also fw EDM/ techno on occasions.

Honestly wouldn’t wanna anger you since you have a seething temper when pushed far enough.

It’s the kinda temper that’s eerily quiet but no less terrifying, like the other person can tell you are graphically plotting their demise.

You love sleeping to the sound of rainfall and often play those nature ambience videos while you sleep.

Never tidy your sheets and it’s just a big scrunched up heap of fabric in the centre of your mattress most of the time.

Make your fucking bed.

Lev:

Your ships are chaotic and shamelessly controversial.

Would do something just for the sake of creating mayhem lmao.

You were the fucker who stuck their chewing gum under the desk, I see you.

Your brain never stops whirring it’s a constant hurricane of crackhead energy and you have no idea how to turn it off. 

Would eat a stick of pencil lead for $2

You don’t help your situation with the amount of coffee/energy drinks you consume.

The class clown who cries themselves to sleep.

Such a wholesome dumbass but somehow kinda intimidating??? 

Even if you’re not confident you can do something you’ll try anyway and honestly I respect that about you.

You !! use!!! a lot??!! of!! random punctuation!!! so you always??!?!? seem!!111!! excited!!!!!11!?

Every time you’ve ever tried to make a sandcastle it has failed.

You tried to eat the sand once but we don’t talk bout that.

You would  also pick up slugs and snails and chase your friends around with them.

Can never tell whether people are laughing with you or at you and while you don’t let it show it high-key bothers you when you’re laying alone in your room at night.

Not one to hold grudges, you carry a ‘shit happens’ mentality which is v good but it sometimes leads to people taking advantage of it or walking all over you.

Your meme collection is both questionable and horrifying.

Like how many cursed images and heavily distorted pictures does one person need.

Never organise the files on your PC/laptop so it looks like a complete dumpster fire.

The one at sleepovers who persistently woke everyone else up with their snickering and refusal to sleep till dawn.

For the love of Asahi charge your damn phone.

I see that red bar and ‘12%’

Charge it now.

Bought a plant one time, gave it a name and talked to it frequently.

It died not long after bc u forgot to fucking water it.

No one better ever make you responsible for a pet.

Type of person that when someone asks you to tag along on an endeavour no matter how stupid it is you will agree.

2am skydiving in france? hell yeah.

Midnight shopping spree and spending over half your pay check? count you in.

Exploring an abandoned hospital and performing an Ouija board to summon the demons of hell? you’re damn right you’ll be there.

I hope you have a mum friend by your side bc if not how are you still alive.

You sometimes put the milk in before the cereal and it’s something I’ll never forgive you for.

Yaku:

Very responsible and usually make the right decisions.

You do have moments where you act like a complete dumbass though.

Like u go from 50 year old to 5 year old in the blink of an eye.

A hopeless romantic but it’s a side you don’t often reveal.

Prefer strawberry milk over any other flavour.

You’re the type of person to shower twice a day w/o fail.

Where that stank smell coming from? Not you clearly bc your skin is basically 90% The Body Shop’s rose scented soap at this point.

You get stomach aches a lot and you can’t figure out why.

Probably an allergy to everyone’s bs.

Really good at dirty talk even though you don’t seem the type so people are always taken aback.

You have to be really in the mood though otherwise it falls flatter than Oikawa’s ass, use your skill wisely.

You often call people clowns when you know you’re secretly the biggest one going.

Honk honk, hoe.

You send messages in one paragraph rather than multiple texts unless you are REALLY excited.

People underestimate you at times then are shocked when they realise you are capable of being a fire-breathing dragon from the flaming pits of hell.

You like spicy chicken wings.

Such a petty little shit at times lmao.

Enjoy the view from the top of mountains so you either hike a lot or really want to.

Way more of a cat person since it’s just much more convenient for you.

Usually pretty cheerful or calm and people are drawn to your stable/friendly aura.

Went through a phase of drinking mountain dew and your body still feels the awful effects

Fav element is probably air.

You’re 5′6″ or shorter.

Box dyed your hair brunette several times and can never get the pigment out to this day.

Yamamoto:

Whenever you smell something weird in the room you always internally freak out and think it’s you.

Head-butting walls is your hobby.

You fell off your bike as a kid and still have the scar on your knee.

Probably have tons of ear piercings.

Would tame a pigeon and call it Larry.

You get frequent nosebleeds and can never tell if it’s a medical issue or your extreme simping for fictional men/women.

Hopefully the latter.

You constantly chew your pen/pencil in class so you never lend them to anyone out of embarrassment.

I really hope no one ever lends you stationery bc 30 minutes later it’ll look like it was mauled by a rabid rottweiler.

You really want to own a dog and would call it something intimidating like Banshee or Diablo.

You bleached your hair that one time and it almost fell out so now you’re forced to stay at least 10 metres away from all at-home hair dye products.

You tried your best though bby so A for effort, even if it did look like dehydrated ramen afterwards.

Your grades are mostly C’s and you’re barely passing bc you just don’t care about your classes lol.

Still though you’re actually pretty smart so put it to good use you lazy oaf, channel that crackhead energy into something good.

Your phone screen has several cracks in it from when you dropped it on the bathroom floor while shitting and you’ll always be angry at yourself for that.

You have some really weird quirks but you make it work.

Actually a v chill person but you just kinda attract chaos/trouble wherever you go.

Carry a lighter with you even when you don’t need one.

Shy texter but once people see you irl you are the complete opposite, you just dk how to text without coming across as awkward.

One of those people that’s unintentionally funny and always get confused when you make someone laugh but it makes you feel good regardless.

Have a cool necklace collection and own at least one dog-tag/army style pendant.

Should really consider buying a rabbit you would look so cute w/ one.

You have really nice legs and people should compliment them more.

Either severely dehydrated or overly hydrated to the point you are peeing pure tap water so for the love of god please learn moderation, your kidneys and bladder will thank you for it.

Inuoka:

Your favourite character would be Hinata but you like people taller than you so your love for Inuoka spawned.

You really enjoy using the double spiderman meme.

Cannot correctly verbalise your feelings without creating a minimum of 10 misunderstandings but once people are used to it it’s kinda endearing.

You usually wake up in a good mood and people can never fathom how or why.

You either stay up till 5am or you wake up at that time no in between.

A morning person bc you love the sunrise.

Change your lock-screen very regularly bc you get bored.

Your humour consists solely of poop jokes.

When you don’t understand a joke you laugh anyway and hope they don’t ask you if you actually get it.

Happened once and you’re still traumatised from the cricket silence that fell upon the room.

Really like the taste of lemonade and drink it more often than you should.

Often think about what you would look like with a shaved head.

More of an extrovert but def have occasional introvert tendencies where you wanna be left tf alone.

Never allowed to pick up anything in stores bc the last time you did you sniffed a scented candle and it shattered to the floor.

Constantly have spontaneous ideas of what to change about your appearance.

You use a lot of hand gestures like thumbs up and peace signs.

‘Dude’ and ‘lmao’ is 90% of your vernacular.

Your nails are a disaster, some are down to the nub while others are pretty grown out bc you only bite a select few please sort it out.

Look really good in red.

Your laptop has way too many tabs open from random google searches of words you didn’t know the meaning to.

You read a lot of books but for like 10 minutes at a time bc you have the attention span of a walnut.

You are the type of person to nuke your AO3 tags with things that aren’t even relevant purely bc you found them funny.

Your Tumblr drafts are a nightmare, you have like 100+ in the works yet keep starting new projects why do you do this.

Happy sunshine but you have a LOT of mood swings like that shit comes out of nowhere.

Cry pretty often but no one ever sees and it’s usually because of said mood swings.

You always smile and pick yourself up again though which I commend you for.

TYPES IN CAPITALS IN SITUATIONS THAT DO NOT REQUIRE SAID PUNCTUATION SO YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’RE YELLING ALL THE TIME.

[myblogpowergirl]

NETFLIX NEW FILM AND SÉRIE 2021

nouveaux films :

army of the Dead sortie prévue le 21 mai

mutafukaz sortie prévue le 24 mai

la Tortue Rouge sortie prévue le 27 mai

certains films netflix sont déjà annoncé pour l'année 2021 mais on ne connait pas encore la date de sortie précise, parmi les films les plus attendus, on retrouve :

red notice avec Dwayne Johnson, Gal Gadot, Ryan Reynolds.

don't look Up avec Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Lawrence.

8, rue de l'Humanité réalisé par Dany Boon, avec Dany Boon et Line Renaud

blonde biopic sur Marylin Monroe

la Femme à la fenêtre thriller avec Amy Adams et Gary Oldman

pinocchio de Guillermo del Toro

escape from Spiderhead avec Chris Hemsworth

the Kissing Booth 3

power of the dog avec Kristen Dunst et Benedict Cumberbatch

nouvelles séries :

After Life (saison 3)

Atypical (saison 4)

B : The Beginning, la saison 2 est prévue le 18 mars

Blood and Water (saison 2)

Caïd, la saison 1 sort le 10 mars sur la plateforme

Cauchemars et Canulars, la saison 2 revient le 1er avril

Castlevania (saison 4)

Cobra Kai : la saison 3 est prévue pour le 8 janvier

Control Z (saison 2)

Cowboy Bebop (saison 1)

Dead to Me (saison 3)

Élite (saison 4)

Emily in Paris(saison 2)

Family Business (saison 3)

Fate The Winx Saga (saison 1)

F is For Family (saison 5)

Ginny et Georgia : la saison 1 est sortie le 24 février

Good Girls (Saison 4)

Grace and Frankie (saison 7)

How to Sell Drugs Online (Fast) (saison 3)

Innocent, la série devrait sortir le 30 avril

Into the Night (saison 2)

Jupiter's Legacy (saison 1) sort le 7 mai

Kingdom, la saison 2 sort le 1er mars

La Casa de Papel (saison 5)

La Méthode Kominsky (saison 3) le 28 mai

Le serpent, disponible le 2 avril

Les chroniques de Narnia (saison 1)

Les irréguliers de Baker Street, la saison 1 est prévue le 26 mars

Locke & Key (saison 2)

Love Alarm, la saison 2 est disponible dès le 12 mars

Love, Death and Robots (saison 2) qui sort le 14 mai

Lucifer (saison 5, partie 2) sortie prévue le 28 mai

Lupin (partie 2)

Master of None (saison 3) en mai

M'entends-tu ? (saison 2)

Monarca : la saison 2 est prévue pour le 1er janvier 2021

Mortel (saison 2)

Narcos - Mexico (saison 3)

Narnia (saison 1)

Outer Banks (saison 2)

Outlander (saison 6)

Ozark (saison 4)

On my Block (saison finale)

Paradise Police (saison 3)

Peaky Blinders (saison 6)

Qui a tué Sara ? (saison 2) prévue le 19 mai

Ragnarok (saison 2) sort le 27 mai

Rick et Morty (saison 5)

Selena la série (saison 2) prévue pour le 2 mai

Sex Education (saison 3)

Sexify, la première saison sort le 28 avril

Sky Rojo, la saison 1 sort le 19 mars

Snowpiercer : la saison 2 est prévue pour le 26 janvier (US+24)

Space Force (saison 2)

Special (saison 2) sortie prévue le 20 mai

Stranger Things (saison 4)

Supergirl (saison 5)

Jupiter's Legacy (saison 1)

The 100,saison 7 annoncée le 1er avril

The Crown (saison 5)

The Circle US, saison 2 disponible dès le 14 avril

The Last Kingdom (saison 5)

The Politician (saison 3)

The One, la saison 1 est disponible le 12 mars

The Seven Deadly Sins (saison 5)

The Victim's Game (saison 2)

Inventing Ana (saison 1)

The Witcher (saison 2)

Top Boy (saison 2)

Umbrella Academy (saison 3)

Valeria (saison 2)

Vikings : Valhalla (saison 1)

Vincenzo (saison 1) sortie le 9 mai

Warrior Nun (saison 2)

Workin' Moms (saison 5)

50m2 : sortie le 27 janvier 2020

You (saison 3)

séries annulés :

13 Reasons Why : annulée après 4 saisons

AJ And The Queen : annulée après 1 saison

Anne With an E : annulée après 3 saisons

Almost Family : annulée après 1 saison

Altered Carbon : annulée après 2 saisons

Away : annulée après 1 saison

Ambitions : annulée après 1 saison

Black Lightning : annulée après 4 saisons

Dare Me : annulée après 1 saison

Dark : annulée après 3 saisons

Dear White People : annulée après 4 saisons

Glow : annulée après 3 saisons

I'm not okay with this : annulée après 1 saison

La Révolution : annulée après 1 saison

Marianne : annulée après 1 saison

Messiah: annulée après 1 saison

Osmosis : annulée après 1 saison

Spinning Out: annulée après 1 saison

Teenage Bounty Hunters : annulée après 1 saison

The Rain : annulée après 3 saisons

The Society : annulée après 1 saison

Trinkets : annulée après 2 saisons

Turn Up Charlie : annulée après 1 saison

V Wars : annulée après une saison

[imagine-richards]

sfw alphabet- Cliff Booth

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He loves touching you. He’ll hold your thigh while he drives, he’ll have his arm around you when you’re out at a bar or the cinema, he’ll hold your hand while you’re walking, but he usually only kisses you in public if he’s really comfortable (e.g. when you go out with Rick and Francesca). At home, he’s even more affectionate. He’s constantly kissing you, slapping your ass, cuddling you in bed, giving you foot rubs. He just wants you to feel like royalty.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) It’s hard to imagine you and Cliff as friends, because you’re so good as a couple, but at one point you were. You were both totally in love with the other but wanted to keep it cool. He was always there for you and lifted you up whenever you felt down. He was your number 1 fan. It was also complete torture for the both of you to not give into your feelings.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He likes cuddling before bed and after sex. He’s always little spoon because he loves how your little frame fits into his and he adores the sight of you wrapped in his big arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He’s a terrible cook. And a terrible cleaner. He isn’t domestic at all, but when you move in together he starts caring so much more about things like that and actually starts making an effort. Any and all meals end in disaster, but he actually picks Brandy’s bowl up when he feeds her, so there isn’t dog food all over the floor.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) It would be so hard for him, and the only reason he would ever break up with you would be because he doesn’t think he’s giving you the life you deserve or he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you. He’d know you wouldn’t take that for an answer, so he’d lie, his insecurities convincing him that it’s for your own good, even though he’s the best thing that has ever happened to you and he’d never believe that to be true.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) After the mess of his first marriage, he had always said he wasn’t going to commit like that again. He started dating you, warned you about his hatred of marriage and you accepted it. That was why it was such a shock when he told you that, one day, he was going to marry you. He proposed on your second anniversary. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He’s so gentle with you physically (unless you ask him not to be). He’s also sweet and caring and you feel like you’ve found a side of him no-one else has ever seen.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves wrapping his arms around you. You have just the right height difference that his chin fits perfectly atop your head. He loves hugging you. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you. He doesn’t really do it much around other people, though.)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) He knew he would be in love with you the minute he set eyes on you. He knew he loved you the first time he saw you walking around in one of his shirts after you made him dinner dressed exactly like that. He told you he was in love with you the first thing the next morning. This all happened in a month.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He truly believes that you are out of his league and that you could easily find someone so much better than him, so it’s hard for him not to get jealous. He tries to hide it, so he doesn’t end up pushing you away, but you always see the muscle in his jaw flutter and the grip on your hand tighten when he feels threatened.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He kisses the top of your head and your forehead a lot, because of the height difference. He loves it when he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him while you make out and he really enjoys it when you straddle him. Neck kisses are his weakness, but when it comes to him kissing you, he loves peppering your whole body in them, just to tease you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He’s not the biggest fan of children, which he has told you since the beginning. He didn’t want children at all, even. And then one day your sister came to visit with your niece and he saw how you were with her and you saw how he was with her and now... well, he’s got some rethinking to do. (He also thinks the more you in the world the better). He’s wonderful with children and they love him, despite his hard demeanour. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Lazy mornings are spent in bed, occasionally kicking Brandy out to have sex, then cuddling. There are few words in the morning, you two just enjoy looking at each other and lying there entangled together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) It depends on the vibe. Sometimes, you, Cliff, Rich and Fransesca go out for drinks. You all get on so well, so those nights are always great. Sometimes, he’ll take you out on a date (see T), and sometimes you’ll stay home and get high together, discussing anything and everything about the world. You almost always have amazing sex when you’re high.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) It took a while to crack him, especially about his ex-wife, because Cliff wanted so badly to seem like the untouchable badass he did the stunts for on TV. He was certain that was why you liked him, but once you managed to get him to open up, you find things out about Cliff Booth that no-one else will ever know. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) When it comes to you, it is near impossible for him to lose his temper, which is weird, considering how quick to anger he is with anyone else who crosses you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) He tries his best, but Cliff has the worst memory. He bought a diary specifically so he didn’t forget things like your birthday, but he forgets to use it. (Although he never forgets the time he beat you at pool).

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) Your first time together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Is this even a question? Someone so much as even looks at you and he’s in fight mode. Cliff is the most protective person you’ve ever met. Of course, you find his temper intimidating, but as much as you hate to admit it, it is a total turn-on when he kicks someone's ass for catcalling you. You have obviously never kicked someone's ass to protect him, but Cliff once overheard you on the phone to your parents defending his career and his life and he actually shed a tear. He’s never told you that he heard that, though.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) So much effort. He loves taking you out and showing you off. Rick helps out, lending the car and pulling favours for cool dates, just because he sees how happy you make his best friend. Even when Cliff can’t ask Rick, he’ll use whatever little money he has to make sure you feel like a princess. As for everyday tasks, he’s pretty traditional (it is the 70′s, after all). He does the fixing and the heavy lifting, but is completely useless at cooking. He tries his best for you, though, but you eventually stopped letting him in the kitchen.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) His temper, the way he turns to violence straight away and how messy he is with his trailer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He can be into his looks, but it’s mainly when you’re hyping him up (telling him how hot he is, how lucky you are, etc.) and when he takes you out, he tries his best to look good for you. (He never has to try very hard, in your opinion).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Absolutely. He’s so insecure about his career and where his life is going and how little he’s achieved, but then he takes one look at you and realises he’s not doing so bad at all. He knows he’d rather be on the streets with not a penny to his name, as long as he has you. Without you, he’s nothing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Despite staying cool about the whole thing, what happened at Rick’s with the ‘Manson family’ really scarred him. No-one knows this but you, and even then you only found out because he woke up in a cold sweat, brandishing an imaginary knife and screaming at you. You’re still in the process of trying to get him to see someone, even as the night terrors and panic attacks get a little more frequent.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner? He hates when you hitchhike, purely from past experience, or if you’re ever in a dangerous situation and he can’t do anything about it. He hates feeling helpless when it comes to you. He hates when you’re hard on yourself.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) He sleeps really well when you’re next to him. He usually goes to bed really late and wakes up pretty early (unless it’s been a heavy night of drinking with Rick, then he’s a pretty late riser), but he’s always careful not to wake you and enjoys just laying there with you.

a/n-200 followers! Thank you so much. This is my first thank you gift to you all, the second is coming tomorrow! I love you all so much and can’t thank you enough for all your support! If you want to check out my other work, my masterlist has it all, along with what I write/what you can request! 

[yoshinorecommends]

Q - # Fandoms & Characters Masterlist

Q

Queen's Gambit

R

Ready or Not

Reanimator

Reboot

Records of Ragnorok

Red Dead Redemption

Red Queen

Remarried Empress

Resident Evil

Rick and Morty

Riot Club

Rise of the Guardians

Riverdale

Rock ‘n’ Roll High School

Rooster Teeth

Fake Achievement Hunter Crew

Roswell New Mexico

Repugnant

RWBY

S

Sakamoto Days

Sally Face

Saltburn

Sandlot

Sandman

Santa Clarita Diet

Santa Clause

Saturday Night Live

Saved By The Bell

Saw

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

School Spirits

SCP Foundation

Scream

Scream (TV)

Scream Queens

School Ties

Sea Beast

See

Set It Up

Sex Education

Shadow and Bone 

Shadowhunters

Shameless

She Ra

Sherlock

Ships

Shugo Chara

Silence of the Lambs

Silent Hill

Sing

Sixteen Candles

Skam

Sky High

Slumber Party Massacre

Squid Game

Society

Solo Leveling

Sound of Music

South Park

Spirited Away

Spy x Family

Stand

Stand and Deliver

Stand By Me

Star Trek

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Bodhi Rook

Cassian Andor

Finn

Han Solo

Kylo Ren

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Obi Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

Rey

Stardew Valley

Steven Universe

Stranger Things

Street Fighter

Stitchers

Stumptown

Succession

Suits

Summer I Turned Pretty

Superbad

Supernatural

Sweet Home

T

Takers

Tears of Themis

Ted Lasso

Teen Wolf

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

That's Not My Neighbor

The Bikeriders

The Man Who Saved Me On My Isekai Trip Is A Killer

The Villainess is a Marionette

The Villainess Turns the Hourglass

The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother

The Youngest Princess

Thing

Throne of Glass

Titans

To All The Boys I've Loved Before

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Top Gun

Total Drama

Trainwreck

Tricked into Becoming the Heroine's Stepmother

Trigun

Triple Frontier

Truman Show

Twilight

Twin Peaks

Twisted Wonderland

Twisters

U

Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Undead Unluck

Under the Oak Tree

Undertale

Until Dawn

Uta no Prince sama

V

V for Vendetta

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets

Vampire Academy

Vampire Diaries

Vanishing on 7th Street

Velvet Buzzsaw

Victorious

Vikings

Vlog Squad

Voltron

W

Walking Dead

Warm Bodies

Watch Dogs

Watching the Detectives

Wayne’s World

We Need To Talk About Kevin

Welcome Home

Welcome to Night Vale

West Side Story

What in Hell is Bad

What We Do In The Shadows

Who Made Me a Princess

Whisper of the Heart

Windbreaker

Winx Club

Witcher

Wizards of Waverly Place

Wolf Among Us

X

X-Files

Y

You

Your Boyfriend

Your Throne

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX

Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s

Akiza Izinski

Bruno

Crow Hogan

Jack Atlas

Leo

Luna

Yusei Fudo

Yuri on Ice

Z

Z Nation

Zoey 101

#

10 Things I Hate About You

100

13 Ghosts

13 Going On 30

13 Reasons Why

21 Chump Street

911

[zenosanalytic]

People What Aint From Round Here Is The Problem...

So I just watched Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood and I have THOUGHTS:

Ive read a few reviews&ruminations on this film at this point and I can’t believe that none of them got(or at least, mentioned explicitly) the primary thesis of this movie, spcl given that Tarentino flatly states it out the mouth of his primary protagonist within, like, the first 15-20mins of the film: “...most important thing in this town is when you’re making money you buy a house in town. You don’t rent... Hollywood real estate means you live here. You’re not just visiting, not just passing through. You fuckin live here.” i.e., the most important thing in Hollywood, to Hollywood, is the people FROM Hollywood; Everyone else is just a filthy, trouble-making tourist or profiteer who is “Passing Through” and “Doesnt Get It” and  “Is Fucking It Up”(It being the film industry), and probably “Secretly Hates Movies”. There are places and aspects of this movie that are basically a Nativist Angeleno rant, written by a life-long Angeleno film-nerd-turned-film-maker, against Hollywood’s critics(and his critics which he just totally conflates with the former), and probably non-Angelenos(and non-Californians?) in general.

There are two ways to read this thesis: Straight and Subverted/Satirized.

The evidence for reading it straight is pretty plentiful. Lots of reviews have puzzled at where the line connecting the constant hippie-bashing, the weird focus on knocking Polanski’s Polishness & preference for shooting in London, and the inexplicable pot-shot at Bruce Lee is, and I think this is it. “The Hippies” are repeatedly presented as a corrupting force: digging through trash, living in squalourous filth at the Spahn Ranch dragging members of “Old Hollywood” like its owner into it with them, selling drugs, and using sex to “control” men. And attached to this is presenting “The Hippies” as foreign; not only from another place, but refusing to assimilate with the LA way of life and hostile to it. The Manson family are the only explicitly identified “Hippies” in the film(other than, possibly, the one who sells Cliff an acid cig). The only “positive” portrayals of Bruce Lee in the film are silent ones of him teaching anglos kung fu, which has some fairly obvs and well-understood Implications.

But there’s also good evidence for reading it as subverted and satirized. Both Tate and Dalton are NOT from California, let alone LA, and Booth’s origins are left unclear. Dalton’s the only one of them explicitly id’d as being from elsewhere(Missouri), but Tate’s easy to google and she was a military kid who grew up all over the place. When Dalton returns from Italy, that sequence and his look in it are VERY reminiscent of the scenes introducing Polanski at the beginning of the film. The side-characters around Tate, perennially shown in a positive light, are also non-Angelenos. Doing Spaghetti Westerns revitalizes Dalton’s career, despite his disdain for Italian cinema. Tate and her crew, while not explicitly ID’d as “Hippies” and often shown in Mod and other fashion styles, are also presented in “Hippie” fashion, shown listening to “Hippie” music, smoking the “Hippie” Reefer(Im sorry, but Comedy Demanded this phrasing and I am Devout u_u), and implied to be living a polyamorous “Hippie” life.

It really is difficult for me to say which predominates. On the one entirely metaphorical hand, the ways in which Dalton’s Angeleno chauvinism are subverted and mocked are fairly obvs, but on the other emh, the film is FILLED with LITERALLY GLOWING nostalgia for this pre-Hippy, pre-Lefty, pre-70s, Conservative and Republican California&Los Angeles. Dalton’s focus on property-ownership&the film industry in the opening thesis could easily be seen as resolving these subversive contradictions to allow for a straight read(ie: Tate, Booth, and Dalton are “Hollywood People” who’ve both bought real-estate in LA, and who’ve grown up in film or film-adjacent fields and choose to center their adult lives in the film industry). So much, in fact, that I kinda started to wonder abt QT’s politics while watching it. And, if it WAS satirical, then what’s the point of the knock to Bruce Lee and focusing criticisms of Polanski on his Polishness and shooting in London? Is that just meant to characterize Dalton and Booth as nativists and racists?

It really cannot be said enough that there are REALLY MORE APPROPRIATE CRITICISMS to make of Polanski than 1)begin Polish, 2)possessing boyish effeminacy, and 3)preferring to shoot movies in London instead of LA. Which are this movie’s only problems with him(though it also takes the time to show him bitchily smoking a cigarette in an evening gown while being rude to a dog). Obvsl I dont object to villainizing an ACTUAL REAL LIFE VILLAIN like this shitstain, but I DO object to being asked(albeit gently) to participate in this film’s understated nationalist bigotry.

It’s possible that Cliff’s turning Pussycat down during the drive to the ranch was intended to be this but I highly doubt it. And if it was it’d be misrepresenting Polanski’s misdeeds enormously, considering that Pussycat, the too-young girl, is the sexual instigator in this film. Polanski liked to manipulate, drug, and rape underaged girls(he pulled the same shit with models in Europe before getting busted for it in LA, btw, then continued doing it after fleeing back to Europe); really not the same situation.

There’s another irony in that, while the film goes out of its way to call Polanski “boyish” and imply that makes him feminine and that this is Bad, there’s also a subtle under-current that... Tarentino sees himself in his youth the same way? He’s certainly never been short like Polanski and Jay Sebring are/were, QT’s 6 1, but the actors he cast to play them and the description made of the pair in-film are more than a bit reminiscent of how Tarentino looked&was discussed in the press back in the 90s when he was starting out. AAAaaand the film explicitly calls that Tate’s “Type”; leaving me with the question: would Tarentino be able to stop himself from implying a dead starlet would have been attracted to him? I leave the answer to your imaginations, Dear Readers u_u

Having said all that it IS a really good film, which I liked, I dont think it’d be very hard to set aside this political stuff while watching, the driving sequences are especially emotive&exhilarating, and there’s some seriously great acting in it. IDK if I’d say I liked it more than the recent Emma movie, tho.

I feel like each of the trio, Tate, Dalton, and Booth, were meant to symbolically Embody LA/Hollywood/California? Like Pitt especially seemed to be channeling movie characters and CJ from GTA: San Andreas throughout his performance, while I couldnt help but think of Ronald Reagan watching DiCaprio(spcl given the character’s likely politics). So there’s this sense in which the film is a fantasy of “Old Hollywood”, embodied by these three, Vanquishing its “Enemies”, represented by The Hippies(moralizing, pretentious, gross leftist) and potentially Polanski&Lee(foreign film ppl who refuse to integrate into the LA scene). Again, given the political history of Cali after this era, this embodiment raises some questions for me abt the film and QT’s politics(particularly in re: misogyny and feminism).

Also DiCaprio is totally going to get pitched a Reagan biopic off of this role and I sincerely hope he has the good sense to turn that shit the fuck down.

Circling back to the ranting at his critics, this movie was definitely and consciously a response to them. Like: up until the last 5-15 minutes of the film, and aside from a handful of too-lingering too fetishistic too on-the-nose creep shots of the female cast that Tarentino simply could not stop himself from making, OUATiH is precisely the sort of “Serious” film Tarentino’s critics have been saying he should make for decades now(of course he did Jackie Brown, which was that and which he blew Completely out of the park). And then there’s that bloody, gross-out, exploitation-movie ending. I dont actually think it was as bad as many critics were saying it was? For some reason I was thinking there was gonna be a massacre of the ENTIRE Manson family, which would have been totally out of left-field. But it WAS clearly a stinger of a major tone-shift thrown in as a Fuck You to the ppl who’ve called out his violent and exploitative preferences throughout the years. As for me I generally like his movies and think he’s a great filmmaker but he absolutely does go too far sometimes.

Rick Dalton, in an evening-gown, with a mixer full of iced-margarita in one hand, getting all up in the face of the driver of a loud exhaust-spewing jalope in his PRIVATE STREET was TOTALLY Tarentino himself :| By which I mean NOT ONLY that That’s ABSOLUTELY the sort of cameo he would have given himself 30 years ago and if it made any sort of sense at all in the film(which here it wouldnt have, obvsl), BUT ALSO that I feel 94% confident that Tarentino has actually done that at least once in his lifetime :| :|

I think the monologue&interactions T gives Bruce Lee leading up to the fight were probably more insulting to him than the fight itself. Contrary to popular discussion, it isn’t Pitt’s character totally trashing Lee, he gets in one good throw after Lee repeats a successful attack at his request(which I doubt Lee would have ever done from what little I know about him; not being predictable in a fight was his whole Deal), but rather an even duel between them(most of the fight is just the two blocking each others’ attacks). I dont think the film was trying to say “Lee was full of hot-air”, if it wanted to say that it’d have shown him getting trounced instead of showing him knock Booth down then trade him blow for blow, but more “Lee was pretty arrogant and a bit pretentious”.

OK, that’s abt all that I can think of right now: thanks for reading ^v^

[rickssugarplum]

𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝑅𝒾𝒸𝓀

My very first fic of my OC. I won’t lie, I’m a little nervous cause this has been in my drafts since February. This fic is basically a day in the life of him. I hope you like it! ❤

Without further ado, Introducing.....Ballerino Rick! 

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At the crack of dawn in the Citadel, the silence of a quaint apartment is broken with the buzz of an alarm clock. A groan emerges from a lone Rick in his bed as he is looks over at the time. 5:00 am. With a few seconds to compose himself, he gives in to its demands and reaches out to turn it off. It was time to get up and moving. Pulling the sheets off of himself, he leapt out of bed and reached his arms towards the ceiling in a light stretch to warm up his body before his early shower. Satisfied for now, he went in to his bathroom to strip off his pajamas, stepped in the bathtub and twisted the faucet. Warm water sprinkled down his face as he started to wash his whole body to prepare for the day.

Ricks were not typically morning people. Hell, they weren’t technically ones to sleep at all during the night. Depending on which Rick you would talk to, some would be nocturnal and sleep during the day, others would pass out whenever time of day they had a little too much to drink. This Rick was not like others. He wasn’t even one for drinking much. A glass of wine on a special occasion, sure. But he was always one to take care of his aging body. While he was no longer a spring chicken, his mind was still very young and will was strong as ever. It was absolutely necessary for him to have this early morning routine.

Now clean, Rick got dressed in a simple v-neck tee and black leggings today; casual and comfy. He then walked into his kitchen. He set water in his tea kettle, placing it on the burner. While he was waiting for it to heat up, he proceeded to stretch as much as he could. Stretching was as important to Rick as eating and breathing. It was a must for his routine, always being determined to give his best performance whether it be on a stage or just during a dance class.

Dancing was his ultimate passion. While he also had an interest in science like any other Rick, dance was with him as a young child. Since he was five years old, he had been training in ballet in his hometown. His mother was the one to sign him up, while his father disapproved, telling him that ballet was for “sissies.” Even now, a Rick will yell out “twinkle toes” when he was seen walking in his leotard. He couldn’t care less though. After all, what kind of a Rick would he be if he gave a shit what people thought?

With the whistle of the kettle, Rick had poured the now hot water in to his mug to make green tea. After blowing cool air into it, he pressed the cup to his lips to have his first sip of tea in the morning to wake him up. Sighing at the refreshing taste, he had to do one more thing before he could get ready to go out. Breakfast. Food was fuel. It was absolutely important that every dancer gets proper nutrition. Today, he went for something simple. He scrambled some eggs and put some bread in his toaster. Quick and easy. He took his time to enjoy his first meal of the day and finished the rest of his tea.

Finally, he went to his living room to complete his time for stretching. An hour was the minimum he needed to get himself going. Legs out in a split, he reached an arm to one side for thirty seconds and repeated the action on the other. Rick took deep breaths as he stretched accordingly. Downward dog, butterfly pose, low lunge, he did every move imaginable to make sure he was completely stretched out. To be extra safe, he would take out his trusty foam roller, to really work in any sore muscles. He even stretched his calloused toes for his feet needed the most attention after being on them all day long. Soon, he would have to leave for his 8 am ballet class. He was still a bit tired, but confident that he was ready for the day. He grabbed his bag with his dance shoes and a bottle of water, went down the stairs of his apartment building and out into the streets.

In the hustle and bustle of the Citadel, Rick had walked en route to the dance studio. It was about 15 minutes away by foot, but he didn’t mind. He preferred to walk as opposed to taking a taxi anyway, felt it gave him the extra cardio he needed for his more intense dancing. In ballet, you always had to prepare for any type of moves you would be performing. He was good at making sure his body was in top shape. It was his instrument after all.

“And one! And two! And three! And four!”

The cheery sound of a piano, all the dancers in the room had one hand to the barre with the other out to their side in second position. Ricks and Mortys alike, they were performing the movements the instructor Rick had demanded of them in unison. One foot sliding across the floor, performing their tendus. The piano sped up as did their feet. Each dancers posture was fantastic and their face did not falter when the movements became more challenging.

“AND plie.” said the instructor 

Bending their legs in graceful plies, that warm-up exercise was complete.

“Alright. Now let’s work on grand ballements shall we?.” 

At the return of the upbeat music, each dancer had begun to lift one leg up to the side in a high kick. With the instructor counting down, they had repeated the movements until the count of four. Then they had begun to kick high in front of their body. Again and again and keeping their posture. One and two and three and four. Then they kicked their legs straight back in an arabesque. Rick could hear the instructor correct another dancer as he was mentally and physically concentrating.

“Straight supporting knee, Morty.” the stern voice called out. Anywhere else, a Morty would be mocked and laughed at by the other Ricks. But here, every individual was too focused on their own technique to even turn their head. Anyone who would have an attitude or a mocking mentality, wouldn’t last long. In this art form, it was all about always improving yourself and your dancing.

For the next seven hours, it was nothing but dancing at the barre. In between, the dancers are given 15 minutes to stretch out their muscles to prevent soreness later on as well as to have a chance to eat. Rick raised one leg up in the air as he heard some other dancers chat with one another. Not that he hated people...much. He just preferred to focus on his body to perform to its highest potential. Bending down, he reached into his bag and grabbed a banana for him to chew on during his stretches. He has more to eat later on in case it is not enough to sustain himself before rehearsals. Protein bars were his best friends in that case. Before long, the instructor informs them all that their time is up and the class is done for the day. While it means they are no longer restricted to the barres, the day of dance was far from over.

Rehearsal time was important for any show the company would perform. While it would be months away, the dancers must rehearse each step and turn with grace and control before they perform on stage. They dedicate eight hours of their day to learn their choreography in the studio that include lots of clean pirouettes, leaping jetés, focused fouettés, and floating assemblés. Sweat drenched his clothes and forehead. But, the adrenaline dancing in his veins kept his body up to follow along. The piano music would speed up and he would be up to pace. Faster. Faster. FASTER-

“And pause!”

The instructor had called out, the piano had ended its song and the dancers had finished in their respective final pose of the act.

“Beautiful! Well done today, everyone!” The majority of dancers had been huffing and puffing, while Rick helped himself to his water bottle to hydrate.

“Tomorrow. Eight a.m. bright and early for warm ups. That will be all for today.”

And with that, the day of dance was over. It is now 9 p.m, and Rick made his way out of the studio to walk back home. As soon as he walked into his apartment, he quickly stripped off every layer of clothing and like that morning, make his way into the bathroom. This time, he would treat himself to a hot bath. Placing some lavender scented bubbles in the tub to help him sleep. When it was ready he slowly sunk into the hot water, sighing as his muscles relaxed at last. His eyes closed for a bit and he wore a content smile on his face. Rick was quite proud of himself today. He was pleased with his performance in class and during rehearsals. While it was very time consuming, he felt himself more satisfied in his life, knowing he was doing what he loved. 

Relaxed enough, he exited his bathtub and flipped the lever for the water to go down the drain. Drying himself off with a soft towel, he grabbed his pajamas and hopped back into his bed, almost immediately falling asleep. Already, he had looked forward to what tomorrow could bring. He knew it would be good, as long as he was dancing.

❤

[janethepegasus]

So i saw Matpat’s latest video about shared universes (starting with Doom and somehow connecting it with Kingdom Hearts) and my crazy brain thought it would be a good idea to expand it even FURTHER all because he used Spider-Man to connect to Thanos in Fortnite (yes seriously)

So behold, all the shit i had to go through to make connections to everything i can find and think of

So since all Spider-Mans are in one multiverse, that means all versions of Spider-Man are canon, so let's look at two cases of alternate Spider-Mans. Theres the Japanese Spider-Man, which was created by Toei as a collab by Marvel, Toei also created Super Sentai, which has connections to Kamen Rider (Super Hero Taisen), Metal Hero (some crossover movies), and obviously Power Rangers. Power Rangers had a crossover with TMNT, which has connections to not only other versions of TMNT but also other series like Batman (basically the whole DC universe is involved), Archie, X-Files, Ghostbusters, Rabbids (they were an extra character in a fighting game, as like a promotion for the new game), and all the toons that showed up in Cartoon All-Stars, like the Smurfs, Alf, Garfield, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Winnie the Pooh (which is already tying back up to Kingdom Hearts), Muppet Babies, Looney Toons, and Ducktales.

Now Muppet Babies is part of the Muppet franchise, the Muppets are connected to Sesame Street, which opens up a can of worms for connections. Some characters cameoed in Between the Lions, Mr Rogers' Neighbor Hood, The Electric Company, Reading Rainbow, Poky Little Puppy, and a bunch of these characters appeared in a We are Family music video, which has *inhales* Bear in the Big Blue House, Barney, Arthur, The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius, Rugrats, The Magic School Bus, SpongeBob SquarePants, Dora the Explorer, Blue's Room, Blue's Clues, Clifford the Big Red Dog, Kim Possible, The Proud Family, LazyTown, Lilo & Stitch: the Series, Madeline,Little Bill, The Fairly OddParents, Zoom, AND a whole bunch more shows.

Obviously Jimmy Neutron and Fairly Odd Parents had a crossover (three in fact), but those other shows had crossovers too, like Rugrats having a crossover with Wild Thornberrys, Lilo and Stitch had crossovers too, they had crossovers with The Proud Family, Kim Possible, Recess, and American Dragon Jake Long. Spongebob is connected to a lot of Nicktoons shows through the bumpers on the channel and had a major crossovers with Fairly Odd Parents, Danny Phantom, Jimmy Neutron, Tak, and Invader Zim in the Nicktoons Unite games.

Looney Toons is connected to all other Hanna Barbera property, which had crossovers as well (look at Scooby Doo and Tom and Jerry, they're LOADED with crossovers with other series), as for the Looney Toons cast themselves, examples include Tiny Toons, Animaniacs, Pokemon (in a commercial in Kids WB), The Justice League, Wild Kratts (Kinda? The two characters, Road Runner and Wild E. Coyote, were pretty much referenced as a way to say that real life coyotes can catch up to road runners), and The Amazing World of Gumball. And Pokemon had a crossover game with Nobunaga's Ambition called Pokemon Conquest. AND Ducktales is connected to Darkwing Duck and the same goes with the reboot.

Okay now back to where we started, Power Rangers had a crossover episode with Masked Rider, which is an adaptation of Kamen Rider Black RX, Kamen Rider had a FEW crossovers with other series, like Crayon Shin-chan, Pac-Man, Osomatsu-San, Hello Kitty, Pretty Cure, and a few others. Pretty Cure only had crossovers with itself but there is one pic floating around the internet showing one of the Cures standing in front of Arresterdramon Superior Mode, so it might hint to a commercial happening during that time. Hello Kitty has a ton of crossovers with different series, such as Sonic, Cookie Run, Pac-Man, Puzzles and Dragons, Doraemon, Yokai Watch, and several others. In Osomatsu-San Hesokuri Wars, they have costumes/sets of the six brothers being yokai, magical girls, monsters, angels, knights, super heroes, greek

gods, and others. Yokai is also connected to Yokai Watch, which has it's own crossovers with other series, like Final Fantasy, Terminator, Inazuma Eleven (which had commercials that crossed over with Despicable Me), The Seven Deadly Sins, Detective Conan, Hello Kitty (which brings this back to Hello Kitty and its crossovers), Inuyasha, Professor Layton, and several others. Professor Layton had a crossover game with Ace Attorney, which has many references and a small amount of crossovers.

Now let's move on to another Spider-Man, the one from Ultimate Spider-Man, obviously he's connected to the other Marvel shows that take place in that universe, but Spider-Man had crossover episodes/specials with Phineas and Ferb and Jessie, Jessie having connections with other Disney Sit-com shows like Austin and Ally, Good Luck Charlie, Liv and Maddie, and a few others, HOWEVER Mr. Moseby from the Suite Life of Zach and Cody appeared in one episode, which means that Jessie is in the same universe as That's So Raven, Hannah Montanna, Cory in the House (yeah yeah yeah, i can hear the anime memes from a mile away -_-), and Wizards of the Waverly Place. Phineas and Ferb also had crossover specials/episodes with Star Wars and Milo Murphy's Law, Star Wars has many crossovers and references in other shows, like the Muppets, Seasame Street, Captain N, Mario (in that old Mario cartoon episode where they parodied it), Putt-Putt, Megaman, Duke Nukem, Star Trek, Indiana Jones, Dragon Ball, Transformers, Metal Gear, Angry Birds, Lego, Club Penguin, and several others.

The Star Wars references were in Megaman V and Megaman Zero, sprites from Megaman Zero were used to create sprites of TV Tome Adventures, which then became TOME: Terrain of Magical Expertise and then it turned into the video game version of that show, the creator of the show, Kirbopher, did an animation related to Super Mario RPG, and had many voice roles like in Mob Psycho 100, Pokemon, and other series. Dragon Ball is the prequel of Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Z Super made it clear that there's other universes so all of those are connected as well, and Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z had crossovers with other shows like One Piece, Dr Slump, Astro Boy, Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo, and a few others. Metal Gear had crossovers and references in Terminator, Gundam, Castlevania, Mario, Zelda, Ape Escape, Yugioh (which connects itself to the other seasons like GX, 5D's, Zexal, Arc-V, and Vrains), Monster Rancher, Yoshi, The Standley Parable (only in the demo), and several others. Transformers, since it's made by Hasbro, is also connected to other Hasbro property, such as My Little Pony (and Equestria Girls), and they had references to other series in both the show and in the IDW comics, like pony versions of Rick and Morty appearing in one episode, pony versions of characters from Sailor Moon, Gravity

Falls, Kill La Kill, Scooby Doo, Powerpuff Girls, Frozen, and few other shows and even pony versions of IRL people like Gordon Ramsey. Transformers had crossovers and references to other series as well such as G.I Joe, Doctor Who, Spider Man, Star Wars, Marvel, and several other shows, and apparently Jem, Inhumanoids, C.O.P.S, and Robotix takes place in the Transformers universe.

Angry Birds had crossovers with other series like Rio, Star Wars, Puzzles and Dragons, Transformers, Sonic, The Muppets, and many levels in their games make references to other series. Lego Dimensions is full of crossovers, like The A-Team, Adventure Time, Back to the Future, Beetlejuice, DC Comics, Doctor Who, E.T, Fantastic Beasts, Ghostbusters (both the original and the 2016 reboot), The Goonies, Gremlins, Harry Potter, Jurassic World, Knight Rider, Legends of Chima, other Lego property, Lord of the Rings, Midway Arcade, Mission: Impossible, Portal, Powerpuff Girls, Scooby-Doo, Simpsons, Sonic, Teen Titans Go!, and The Wizard of Oz. Speaking of The Simpsons, they had crossovers with other shows like Family Guy and Futurama, AND they cameoed appeared in South Park, and Family Guy is in the same universe as American Dad and The Cleveland Show. The Simpsons also had crossovers with The Critic, X-Files, King of the Hill, Robot Chicken, Bob's Burgers (which means it's also connected to the Archer Show), Rick and Morty, and several series get mentioned in the show itself. As for Sonic, he had a crossover comic series with Megaman, he had crossovers in the comics with Sabrina the Teenage Witch and DC (it was part of a Sonic Super Special comic but for some reason the Wikis won't tell me if it's generally DC or some part of it >:/ ), Sonic had levels in Sonic Lost World that were crossovers with NiGHTS, Legend of Zelda, and Yoshi's Wooly World, in Sonic Forces, there's DLC costumes that are based off of NiGHTS, Beat from Jet Set Radio, AiAi from Super Monkey Ball, and Joker from Persona 5. Sonic had crossover games with other SEGA series, but in Sonic Dash, they had events that had crossovers with Angry Birds, Hello Kitty, and Pac-Man. In one of the Vocaloid games, Miku had a costume that was a Sonic hoodie, to celebrate Sonic's anniversary, Vocaloid made many songs and some of these songs branch out into their own series, one of them being Black Rock Shooter, and i swear BRS was a guest character in some fighting game but i don't remember what the name was.

Okay, now let's head back to Marvel, one of the characters that's paired up with Spider-Man (except for the Movie universe) is Deadpool, and in one comic, he takes a girl to see Hamilton. In one of the Hamildrops, they did a crossover song which was a mix of Story of Tonight and You'll be Found from Dear Evan Hansen called "Found Tonight", one of the actors from Dear Evan Hansen is now playing the role of Jeremy in Be More Chill, and in the original 2015 performance of BMC, the actor who played Jenna also played Martha in Heathers, and Eric William Morris, who played Squip, also played Jordan in The Ballad of Little Jo. And since we're using actors to connect series...*inhales* Lin Manuel Miranda (who plays Alexander in Hamilton) also had roles in In The Heights, 21 Chump Street, Mary Poppins Returns, Ducktales Reboot, Do No Harm, Looking for Maria Sanchez, Sesame Street, House M.D, and a few others. Mary Poppins Returns is a sequel to the original Mary Poppins so they instantly connect, and i'm gonna make a crazy theory of House M.D taking place in the same city (or state) as Blue Bloods and Forever, both shows have characters played by Eric William Morris, who had roles in Trust, Greed, Bullets, and Bourbon, Royal Pains, As The World Turns, and few other small roles. But one of his current roles is Carl from King Kong Broadway, which is based off of King Kong, and King Kong had a crossover film with Godzilla, and there's a short film that had Ultraman and Kamen Rider (i think it was Godzilla?? It was a giant lizard thing :/). However, King Kong was the inspiration behind Donkey Kong, which now has connections to both Mario and Donkey Kong series. Donkey Kong had crossovers/references with Frogger, Pitfall, Qubert, Mickey (from Disney), Punch Out, Mother, Earthworm Jim, Kirby, Crash Bandicoot, Banjo Kazooie, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, Scott Pilgrim, The Fast and the Furious, Class of 3000, Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!, Big Bang Theory, Metroid, Pushmo, Minecraft, Gravity Falls, Wreck It Ralph, Pixels, Skylanders, several others, and had japanese exclusive songs in Donkey Konga that had songs from Super Sentai, Pretty Cure, Pikmin, Naruto, Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo, Fullmetal Alchemist, Dragon Ball Z, Star Fox, Fire Emblem, Kid Icarus, Ice Climbers, and several others.

Minecraft had a Super Mario texture pack in the Switch version of Minecraft, plus a Steven Universe texture pack as well, there are console exclusive skins based off of characters from Gears of War, Halo, Banjo-Kazooie, Dust, Tony Hawk, Left 4 Dead, Boarderlands, Conker, Half-Life, Portal, Assassin's Creed, Mass Effect, and several other shows. Steve from Minecraft can be an unlockable character in games like Super Meat Boy, Choplifter, Retro City Rampage, and Creepers can be found in Blocks that Matter, Boarderlands, Torchlight, and Minecraft is refernced in Adventure Time, Octodad, The Stanley Parable, Skyrim, and South Park. And since Minecraft has Halo skins, this ties into Red VS Blue, a show that uses assets from the Halo series. And Red VS Blue appeared in a promotional video alongside the main cast of RWBY. Mother (or Earthbound) is the inspiration for Undertale, which had a sequel called Deltarune, and in one of the locations in Deltarune is a place called "Ice-E's Pezza", and Burgerpants mentions a guy named "Purple Guy" which is a reference to Purple Guy from Five Nights at Freddies. Crash Bandicoot had two crossover games with Spyro the Dragon and had references in Uncharted, Futurama, Johnny Test, Family Guy, Jimmy Neutron, The Country Bears, Jak and Daxter, Friends, The Simpsons, Tomb Raider, and several others. And Mickey is one of the characters in Kingdom Hearts, so now we come in full circle with Matpat's theory.

So started with Spider-man (well two versions of Spider-man) and ended it with Mickey, i'm sure there's other series out there that i forgot to bring up but eh, this is long enough :/

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Brothers (cont.) @wrathfulmercy

“That was my brother, Rick!”

Charley stares up at him with his mouth twisted into a hard pout, fingers curled into fists by his sides, shaking with upset. It had been years since he had last seen the older Harris, and he had hoped to never see him again. Yet Cain had found him, here of all places, shown up on his doorstep and shoved in without so much as a hello. Found him and came to take him back ‘home’. That dark and hateful place he had escaped all that time ago. Cain had been on the verge of dragging him out forcibly, kicking and screaming, when Rick had turned up. Charley had seen the expression on the Sheriff’s face. 

This isn’t what you think it is. And it wasn’t. 

Cain deserved every threat, ever fear, every punch he took and more in Charley’s mind. Now he wanted to be held and comforted, not confronted and demanded answers from. But this was Rick, and Rick would do no such thing when he was in such a state. Charley knew as much. It still hurt - mostly because of the fear he felt, not of Rick but of Cain. Cain who wanted to force him back and face the monster that haunted him. 

Charley pried Rick’s hand off his shirt just as he heard the grind of car tires peeling away on the gravel, shoving the older man and turning away, arms wrapped tight around his chest as his shoulders hunched. Trying to stop the shakes that consumed him now, pacing back to the couch and sitting, curling there. Wanting comfort, yet wanting to be left alone. A hand strayed to his neck, just under the left corner of his jaw, rubbing at the little scar there. Well faded with age but ever present. He hated it.

“My father is dying.” Charley says, finally, looking up at Rick with mournful eyes. “My brother wanted me to go back with him. Do my duty as a son...I told him no. He didn’t like that.”

Curling tighter, arms going from around his chest to around his legs, hugging them tight. It was impossible to shake what he was feeling now. That fear that clawed at him. Rick couldn’t be with him twenty-four hours a day, and a few threats and a pulled gun wouldn’t deter his pious older brother. Determined to bring his sinning little brother home, he would wait, he would find a way. 

“I don’t have any secret lovers, Rick. Only ones who know I’m here is you and that old tom cat I feed scraps to sometimes...and my brother, now. Fucking Cain...”