#which to be fair is pretty far.. but still

[rabbitindisguise]

love and concur with the whole tag essay but I legit laughed out loud at this bit

ty for articulating perfectly the sentiment I feel about a lot of my childhood faves

Shout out to all those people obsessed with wings who read the entire Maximum Ride series because they convinced themselves the next book would be better but it just kept getting worse until you got to the end of the series and realized you would never recover the hours you lost forcing your way through it.

[smallestapplin]

hello! Pretty Please feed my Decepticon hungry soul? can we get more reader x Decepticon harem?

Request Brought to you by the weird Anon-

I went a more fluffy route if that’s okay! Some hints if lewd acts near the end, but nothing graphic or descriptive.

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Your schedule is always filled, always so busy making you rounds to spend equal amounts of time with your lovers. You’re sitting on Thundercracker’s shoulder as he writes something, Starscream ranting in the background, and Skywarp seemingly distracted, which you don’t blame him.

“All I’m saying is maybe if the fool is too incompetent to copy simple reports, why should I have to clean up this mess? I am far too great for such simple work!”

You try to stifle your laugh but it comes out as a snort. Thundercracker looks at you, smile on his derma at such a cute sound, until it’s ruined by swiftly approaching pede steps. Looking to the side, you’re greeted by Starscream’s scowl, yet such an expression doesn’t phase you, not anymore.

“And what’s so funny, human?”

Oh, he’s pulling out the big guns you see, well two can play that game. You stand from your spot and carefully walk towards the end of the blue seeker’s shoulder, standing right in front of Starscream’s angry face.

Just to lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose.

You chuckle watching his wings shoot up sticking up in the air as he begins to sputter, his face plate heating up as he tries to collect himself but is failing terribly.

“Better, my star?” You’re trying so hard not to cackle at the horrible wheezing sound he makes.

“F-fine, I am beyond fine, even!”

You turn your head at the sound of a pitiful whine, and see Thundercracker looking at you with a playful pout.

“Aw, don’t I get a kiss, little light?” He’s been so good, surely he deserves a little reward, right?

“Hey wait, I should get a kiss too!” Within a blink of an eye Skywarp is in front of you, shoving Starscream out of the way, who lets out an offended squawk just to shove the purple seeker away.

As those two begin their bickering, you walk closer to Thundercracker’s faceplate, and begin leaving small kisses everywhere you could reach on him. He chuckles, face flushed blue with energon as his wings twitch up and down behind him, showing his joy.

“Hey that's no fair, I only got one!”

“One? I’ve gotten none, you scrapheap!”

“What is the meaning of this!”

You four jump into silence at the booming yell of Megatorn’s voice, his red optics narrow at you four clearly awaiting an answer.

“Lord Megatron we were just-“

“We didn’t mean-“

“I’m sorry Megs, it was my fault for distracting them from their work.” You quickly interject, not wanting your seekers to get in trouble for you fooling around.

Though you know Megatron sees right through you, you know he has the evidence to prove it and power to ignore your words, yet you’ve wormed your way into this old mech’s spark, how could he deny you when you’re looking at him so pitifully?

He rolls his optics before approaching you, his thudding pedes reminding you and the seekers in the room who's really in charge, even if Starscream would like to argue.

“Fine, but that means you’re coming with me so these fools can return to their work.” The larger con carefully picks you up from Thundercracker’s shoulder, gingerly holding you in his servo, before turning to leave.

Ignoring Starscream’s loud complaining and Skywarp’s soft agreement. Once the door closes behind you two, you look up at your Conjunx(as he calls you) and smile up at him, chuckling as he huffs.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You nuzzle your cheek into his thumb, still grinning up at him.

“What, can’t I show my consorts affection too?”

“Tsk, you’re more of a distraction, it’s a wonder how any of them get any work done with you around.” His tone to you was teasing, despite his low speech.

“Hey, I’ll have you know, Soundwave says he gets more work done when I’m around, so I think that’s just a them issue.”

Megatron gives you a small smile, his expression so tender as he looks at you. Carefully he moves you to his shoulder, humming contently as you nuzzle against his helm.

“You certainly are an odd human.”

“So you’ve told me.” You kiss his cheek, grinning ear to ear as you watch his cheeks flush faintly, almost missing such a rare sight from the great and powerful Megatron.

“It’s a miracle you still have your ability to walk and sass me.” He speaks, pausing mid step to open the door to the cockpit.

you playfully gasp, pretending to clutch a necklace you don’t even have, “Lord Megatron, how dirty of you.”

the large mech chuckles, walking through the room and passing a few of your needier beloveds.

you mutely wave at Soundwave when you see him looking at you, though you know he can’t complain, he got to have you in his habsuite last cycle, despite how obvious it is he wants to hold you once more, with Rumble and Frenzy not far behind on that sentiment. You have to try so hard not to giggle, watching the two cassettes struggle to eject so they could have a chance to have you.

Shockwave glances at you perched cutely on the Leader’s shoulder, and makes an unamused hum, the scientist was always one to grab and touch you, still wanting to know more and it never being enough, one could say he’s grown addicted.

though he hates sharing, it puts a wrench in his plans.

especially when he can hear the rest of the foolish crew rushing, as soon as they hear you’re no longer in a private room.

He narrows his optic, as does Soundwave and Megatron, when the door is ripped open, revealing several more decepticons, who all try to act like they weren’t sprinting through the halls to get to you.

Yeah, being the Decepticons' lover wasn’t a bad thing.

In fact, you’re thriving.

[all-seeing-ifer]

Aromanticism in Academia 2025

For aromantic spectrum awareness week this year I wanted to update my post from last year about academic sources on aromanticism. Some of this is repeated from last year's list, but I've also added in some new books and articles that I've read since last February!

DISCLAIMER BEFORE THE LIST: Due to the lack of discussion of aromanticism specifically in academia, most of what I’ve found are texts that are primarily about asexuality but also discuss aromanticism. It’s unfortunate, but it is also where we’re kind of at right now in terms of academia, so bear that in mind.

Books:

Ace Voices: What it means to be asexual, aromantic, demi, or grey-ace by Eris Young - Definitely has the most focus on aromanticism of everything that I’ve read so far, this book draws from a combination of the author’s personal experiences and interviews with other members of the a-spec community, including aroace and alloaro people. A good source of discussion of aro issues and how they interact with things like gender stereotypes. Also notable for its discussion of QPRs, a topic which I find has generally been ignored in academia about a-spec identities.

Ace: What Asexuality reveals about desire, society, and the meaning of sex by Angela Chen - Primarily deals with asexuality, as the title suggests, but also contains some relevant discussions of aromanticism, including the experiences of aroallo people. If you’re going to check out the book, I would especially recommending looking at chapter 7: Romance, Reconsidered, which features most of the discussion of aromanticism and non-normative relationships

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on our Sex-Obsessed Culture by Sherronda J Brown - Again, asexuality is the main focus here, but I would still recommend checking out this book as it does still contain some useful discussion of aromanticism, particularly an extended critique of “singlism” (i.e. discrimination of single people) and how it is weaponised against aros. I also find Brown’s criticism of the dehumanisation of aromanticism in media to be very compelling!

Minimizing Marriage: Marriage, Morality, and the Law - I would be remiss not to mention Brake’s work here. While Minimizing Marriage is not specificallly about aromanticism and deals with marriage reform and the concept of amatonormativity more broadly, I think it’s fair to say that many of Brake’s ideas (particularly her coining of amatonormativity as a term) have become vital to the aro community and aro activism in recent years. Definitely a must-read for anyone interested in deconstructing amatonormativity and in contemporary critiques of marriage as an institution, though it’s worth noting that this is a work of moral/political philosophy first and foremost, and as such it gets very into the weeds of things.

Ending the Pursuit: Asexuality, Aromanticism and Agender Identity by Michael Paramo - An absolutely fantastic book by Michael Paramo, editor of aspec literary journal AZE magazine, that combines history, personal memoir, and analysis. Unique so far in that, as the title suggests, it has a pretty equal focus on asexuality and aromanticism. It was easily one of my favourite books I read last year, and does some truly monumental work in trying to trace a-spec history back to the Victorian times, as well as discussing the intersections between amatonormativity and colonialism. I haven't seen a lot of people talking about this one compared to other a-spec books, and I really encourage everyone to check it out!

Academic Articles/Essays:

“Why didn’t you tell me that I love you?”: Asexuality, Polymorphous Perversity, and the Liberation of the Cinematic Clown by Andrew Grossman - A really interesting and engaging analysis of the archetype of the silent film clown, and how it can be read as an a-spec figure. While Grossman uses the language of asexuality, his analysis makes it clear that he is looking at the clown as both an asexual AND aromantic character. Published in Asexualities: Feminist and Queer Perspectives.

On the Racialization of Asexuality by Ianna Hawkins Owen - A personal favourite of mine. I think many parts of this essay will be very relevant to aromantic people, particularly Owen’s investigation of how romantic love came to be pedastalised and her critique of attempts to normalise asexuality by distancing it from aromanticism. Available on academia.edu here. Published in Asexualities: Feminist and Queer Perspectives

Mismeasures of Asexual Desires by Jacinthe Flore - A critique of the pathologisation of asexuality that also discusses how aromanticism challenges common discourses around intimate relationships. Published in Asexualities: Feminist and Queer Perspectives

Sexuality, romantic orientation, and masculinity: Men as underrepresented in asexual and aromantic communities by Hannah Tessler and Canton Winer - Hannah Tessler has published a lot of really great research on aromanticism, and this paper discusses the role of narratives around sex and romance in constructing gender. If you aren't able to access the paper, @the-agent-of-blight has written up a summary of key points here

The stability of singlehood: Limitations of the relationship status paradigm and a new theoretical framework for reimagining singlehood by Hannah Tessler - Discusses how experiences of certain groups (including aromantic people) challenge the typical construction of singlehood. If you aren't able to access the paper, @the-agent-of-blight has written up a summary of key points here

Aromanticism, asexuality, and relationship (non-)formation: How a-spec singles challenge romantic norms and reimagine family life by Hannah Tessler - Discusses existing norms around the nuclear family and monogamy, and how these norms are challenged by the experiences of a-spec people. If you aren't able to access the paper, @the-agent-of-blight has written up a summary of key points here

The abject single: exploring the gendered experience of singleness in Britain by Ai-Ling Lai, Ming Lim, and Matthew Higgins - While this article doesn't directly discuss aromanticism (perhaps understandable considering it was written in 2015), many of the ideas discussed here will be particularly relevant to aro people. A lot of the points made are similar to those that had already been made by Brake and have since been made by writers like Chen and Brown, but this article links them to the ideas of academics like Judith Butler in a really interesting way, and the interviews on the experiences of single people are fascinating!

Still, Nothing: Mammy and Black Asexual Possibility by Ianna Hawkins Owen - While this essay focuses on asexuality and uses the language of asexuality, I think much of Owen's analysis is also relevant from an aromantic perspective. Another really interesting and valuable read for those who want to read about a-spec identity from a more intersectional perspective. Available from academia.edu here

If anyone knows of any other academic writing on aromanticism, please feel free to add them in a reblog! It would be great to use this week as an opportunity to pool educational resources

[grooveology]

hi! could you please do another hwang jun-ho smut fic? I don’t have any ideas so you can make it your own. thank you!

hwang jun-ho x fem! reader.

summary: you’re in for a surprise.

warnings: vaguely detailed nsfw towards the end. reader is lowkey batshit crazy! jun-ho is a SWITCH, submissive leaning, change my mind. he deserves be pampered. lowercase is intentional.

★࿐. hwang in-ho—better known as the front man—had the most loyal of loyalists at his feet: the pink guards, the recruiters, and you. you, the stray he pulled off the streets and turned into his most special weapon. you were his wild (killer) card. beneath that cold, sadistic black mask, there was a sliver of something softer, reserved only for you.

★࿐. which is why he chose you to watch over his little brother, hwang jun-ho. you were perfect for the job: close in age, easy on the eyes, and, most importantly you could go unnoticed. and that's exactly what he needed. he wanted reports, everything you could find out.

★࿐. at first, you thought it was stupid. pointless. the front man had shot him. that should have been the end of it. let the past die. but you knew better than to question orders.

★࿐. hwang jun-ho, wasn’t what you expected. sure, he had that same serious stare, the same sharp features that made it obvious they were related. but he was different. he was relentless, had a strong sense of justice. he was fascinating.

★࿐. following him around got boring fast. you weren’t an idiot, he was a detective, after all. (technically, was, but instincts like his didn’t just disappear.) it didn’t take long before he started to feel you. that lingering presence.

★࿐. you had to think fast. losing sight of him—even for a day—wasn't an option. jun-ho had his routines, and you had memorized them all. same small café. same order. black coffee, bitter as possible.

★࿐. so, you did what you had to do. you ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, both of your drinks spilling on the floor. for a few seconds, his stoic expression cracked.

"there’s no need to cry over spilled coffee," you spoke, glancing from the mess on the floor back up to him.

jun-ho mumbled something under his breath, exhaling sharply, clicking his tongue. "tch. great."

you studied him for a moment before offering, “let me buy you another one.” it was only fair, you were the reason he was now coffee-less.

★࿐. since that day, you had slowly but surely infiltrated into his life. you weren’t sure if he was too trusting or saw no reason to push you away, but either way, he let you stay. he still lied, of course. but jun-ho didn’t keep you at arm’s length. he let you linger, bringing you along.

★࿐. jun-ho told you he was searching for an island. for research purposes. you knew better. you knew exactly why he was looking. so, you nodded. played along. sometimes, you even pitched in, feeding him just enough false hope to keep him chasing ghosts. and every time he came back empty-handed, the exhaustion on his face was satisfying. huh, he really trusted your word.

★࿐. you would watch him, studying the way his brows furrowed in frustration, wondering what went on in that pretty little head of his. you were completely infatuated.

★࿐. he was so stubborn. righteous. you wanted to see how far he would go. how much he could take. how long until he broke. you would be there. like always. love. hate. devotion. in the end, they were all the same, weren’t they? each one demanded attention—the very thing you gave jun-ho in abundance.

★࿐. you don’t know how it happened (you do), and you don’t care. you were inside his apartment, it was raining outside, and his lips were on yours.

★࿐. jun-ho kissed like he was starving, like he had forgotten how it felt to have someone this close. he was so gentle, but so desperate. you could tell it had been a while.

★࿐. you learned quickly that he liked to make-out, to drag it out. he would pull away for a breath only to crash back into you. it was adorable. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, pulling, testing.

★࿐. oh. jun-ho was a whimperer. his body was tense at first, like he wasn’t used to this, being touched, being handled but he didn’t resist. if anything, he leaned into it, into you.

★࿐. you took your time with him, coaxing him out of that guarded shell, tracing your fingers over every ridge of muscle, every scar. then your fingers ghosted over that scar. the one his brother had left him.

★࿐. he tensed immediately. ah, so that still haunted him. you pressed down just a little, enough to remind him that it was real, that it had happened.

"does it still hurt?" you questioned, voice soft, almost mocking.

jun-ho didn't answer. didn’t pull away, either. good. you leaned in, lips brushing over the mark, leaving kisses along the length of it.

"poor thing," you murmured against his skin, your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to tip his head back. "always carrying so much."

another whimper spilled out of his lips, god, he felt like a deer in headlights but it felt good.

"relax," you murmured against his skin, moving your attention to his throat, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses. "let me take care of you."

he exhaled sharply, almost like he wanted to argue but your fingers tangled in his hair again, pulling just enough to send a quiet, sound fall from his lips. “fuck,”

it was a sweet melody in your ears, one you could get used to.

★࿐. jun-ho melted under you, all of that stubbornness faded in one sigh, one gasp at a time. he was so responsive, so eager to be good for you, even if he didn’t realize it.

"that's it," you praised. "let me have you."

★࿐. jun-ho let himself be pulled apart piece by piece, let you ruin him in the best possible way. he was so responsive, so desperate to keep your touch on him like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go for even a second.

★࿐. you took your time, savoring him, relishing the way his body reacted, every moan, groan, whimper. he needed this. jun-ho needed you. and who were you to deny him that?

★࿐. when it was all over, when the tension had melted from his muscles and his body lay heavy beside yours, his breathing slowing, his warm figure pressing against you.

★࿐. jun-ho had fallen asleep. you watched the way his lashes fluttered slightly, the way his lips parted with every slow exhale. he looked so peaceful like this, he was yours to taint, to ruin. that’s when you realized that you were never going to let him go.

★࿐. then your phone buzzed.

★࿐. you reached for it lazily, opening the text message. “i told you to watch over him. not fuck him.”

[senipsenipsenip]

Using childhood memories as Gravity Falls headcanons again but -

Mabel has decided that whenever Grunkle Stan falls asleep in his chair, he gets a visit from the "zhuzh fairy". Aka, Mabel paints his nails in his sleep. It had started as a dare from Dipper: If she could manage to paint Stan's nails without him waking up, she'd get a dollar. After much haggling, it was decided that for every nail she could successfully paint, Dipper owed her a quarter. Luckily for her, Stan was a pretty heavy sleeper, so she could usually get at least $1.50 out of it. Unfortunately for Dipper and Stan, Dipper didn't put an end date on the bet. So Dipper spent most of the summer shilling out quarters, and Stan spent most of the summer scrubbing lighter fluid over his fingers trying to remove various neon and glitter-filled polishes.

Stan usually doesn't notice for a while after waking up. It's not like the guy's got great vision, and he's not really looking at his hands that often unless he's doing precision work. Which means he usually doesn't notice until he's down in the basement working on the portal. He gives Mabel grief about it in the morning, but while he's alone in the basement he appreciates the little reminder of the family that he still has on this side of the portal. It spurs him on all the more, thinking about how much Ford is gonna love these kids once he finally gets the chance to meet them.

When Ford does come back, Mabel doesn't catch him asleep in the open until long after Weirdmageddon. After all, Ford tends to lock his door at night, or he falls asleep over his desk in the lab. When Mabel finally finds him at the kitchen table, slumped over his latest notes, she decides it's only fair for him to be included in "family bonding activities". She doesn't expect how fast he jerks out of sleep the second she brushes his hand, or the wild look in his eyes when he slaps his hand on his hip where his holster used to be. He's extremely apologetic, and promises to replace the pink sparkly bottle of nail polish spilling over the floor where Mabel dropped it in shock. Mabel forgives him of course, and privately decides not to bother Ford in his sleep again.

Then the kids go back home, the Pines brothers go out to sea, and the Earth goes around the Sun once again. When the twins visit the next Summer, both of their grunkles seem a little more relaxed. Ford has a healthier weight to him, Stan gets those sad, distant looks far less than he used to, and though the two of them argue often, it's only ever about little things.

Except the argument about whether or not to put bread in the fridge. Dipper and Mabel were a little worried they were going to have to get the wax Larry King head down from the vents to mediate.

But a few weeks into summer, Mabel finds Stan and Ford both passed out in front of the television. Soos had sprung for a couch for the living room thank goodness. As fun as sitting on a dinosaur skull was, it was not great on the lower back. Mabel runs to grab her nail polish, pulling Stan's limp hand out of his bowl of popcorn to put bright red polish on his greasy fingers. Sure, there's a lot more crumbs in the polish than she would usually allow, but she had to work quickly. She'd have to thank Great Uncle Ford for tiring him out on their fishing trip today. She just made $2.50.

Speaking of Ford. She turned to watch him closely. Ford was fast asleep, his head resting on Stan's shoulder. His mouth had fallen open in his sleep and, oh man that's embarrassing, he was definitely drooling on Stan's shirt.

Well, red would match his sweater.

When Stan and Ford wake up the next morning, it's to find both of their nails painted the same bright red. Stan starts grumbling about lighter fluid and popcorn crumbs and "c'mon, I should at least be getting a cut of the money Dipper's giving Mabel, I'm the victim here". Ford holds up his hands to the light, grabbing Stan's to make a quick comparison. The food all over Stan's fingers doesn't help, but Ford can't help but notice how much neater his are. Like Mabel had the chance to take her time.

Stan hefts himself up from the couch, muttering that Ford had just made Mabel three dollars and that Dipper should add a clause about extra fingers to his agreement. Mabel trots in the room a moment later, smiling widely and asking how the two of them liked their manicures. Stan yells something about "back in his day", but Mabel ignores him to turn to Ford.

"I was able to make yours look extra nice," she explained. "You were really asleep. Like super relaxed."

Ford looks at his nails. "I suppose I was."

Mabel's smile widens. "Just letting you know, this is gonna be a thing for you now too. You're gonna get visited by the zhuzh fairy allllllll summer."

And Ford will remember the summer Mabel had frightened him out of his sleep. He'll remember restless nights on the boat and Stan coaxing him into bed or out of a nightmare. And he'll think about how well rested he feels, and a promise of a summer of sleep that feels so safe, his niece can hold his hands without fear.

And he'll look to Mabel and smile. "I'm looking forward to it."

[purble-turble]

On the idea of Wukong rescuing TT Red from DKR, I was originally thinking MK because ✨Spicynoodles✨ but then I remembered that DKR absolutely wants his darling back and having MK there would put him at a severe risk.

So INSTEAD why not send in someone who can not only sneak in but also overpower DKR if necessary?

Granted... This could either go well or poorly. I think Wukong would probably have to come to terms with how TT Red has turned out and TT Red is gonna have to understand that he's not a burden to everyone and that they do care... Even if it's a little.

But let's just hope DKR or Macaque don't ruin it :]

Vey true! MK would be way too scared to risk breaking into Demon King Red’s fortress, not that his friends would even let him try. If anyone were to come for him, it would probably have to be Sun Wukong. He’d have the best chance at the very least. However, they’d also have to keep in mind that Macaque is always listening for Sun Wukong. If he were to show up in the king’s palace to try to save TT Red Son, well, they might just end up with two prisoners instead. I guess it’s just a matter of if Wukong can be convinced it’s worth the risk to merely get Red Son back. He’s not exactly the biggest fan, after all :U

[jjinpang]

Is it okay if I ask why you add an "S" to Zack's name? Is it a nickname of sorts that you came up with? I'm sorry if this is rude to ask.

not at all rude!

short answer: habit!

long answer:

In japanese his name is 「ザックス」 romanized it'd be "zakkusu" with a distinct S/X sound at the end. For a pretty long time it was officially spelled "Zax". This is a super duper personal preference thing but I didn't like the spelling even at the time and spelled it "Zacks" instead.

Later Zacks' localized name became "Zack" losing the S/X sound. I felt this made his name a completely different name altogether and stubbornly decided to keep calling him Zacks. (been spelling it wrong long enough anyway lol) In Japanese his name has not changed at all and is still 「ザックス」 with the S/X sound at the end.

It's something I'm doing by myself and I totally get it if it seems weird.

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! The merry-go-round of doctors* I am on seems to be cycling back around towards an allergist again, and I have a question for y'all because idk how to word this for doctors: How do you word "if it walks like and allergy and quacks like an allergy it's an allergy" to an allergist? Less flippantly, I have allergy symptoms that multiple doctors have said allergies should not be able to cause. Mainly, my first allergy symptom is high blood pressure**, which if left untreated will progress to migraines, stomach issues, and eventually a bad blood pressure crash***. I have been told allergies do not raise blood pressure, but mine is caused by specific foods most of the time and taking a benadryl stops the reaction, so I have no idea what else it could be? But my main food allergy is acetic acid/vinegar, which I have also had multiple doctors tell me it is not possible to be allergic to

*the "you have a problem but not one I can fix try this kind of specialist instead" mobile **130s/80s, not super high, but high for me ***80s/40s

[landofgay]

driving lesson number 2/5 wish me luck !!!!!!

[the-skooma-den]

I've started playing swtor and let me say while there's pros and cons to each game oh my god is the gen chat 1000 times better then eso

Every time I look at it in eso I feel like I'm watching new forms of racism be invented and in swtor I just saw people playing a game where they were typing back street boy lyrics

[fauna-and-floraa]

Felix and Chan actually getting to keep their occa aussiness will always be inherently funny to me, but also it is really cute.... makes me a lil :'')

[girl-bateman]

it sounds so obvious now, but im pretty sure my physical problems rn can all be traced back to the fact that my brain and body has been in a constant hypervigilance and cortisol overload for 3 months straight. the dizziness, the blackouts, the acne, the constant nausea, the giant eyebags and sudden crows feet ?? Like yeah, no shit thats what happens when ur every waking hour is the equivalent of that camille preaker crying gif

[thedevotionaltour]

Daredevil #12 - "Sightless, in a Savage Land!" (November 1965)

Written by Stan Lee Art by Jack Kirby (pencils), John Romita Sr. (pencils, inks)

[nomaishuttle]

fighting for my life trying to find info abt specificslly being an autistic parent to allistic kids but you search Autistic parent to allistic kids and evrry single thing is ITS SO FUCKING HARD TO HAVE A WEIRD FREAK WEIRD GROSS WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD SCARY ODD BLUNT AUTISTIC CHILD !!! WHEN YOU ARE NORMAL AND GOOD !!! can we all kill ourselves

[princekirijo]

Finally getting round to reading the Scarlet Pimpernel (free eBooks my beloved) and while I am really enjoying the story and everything is pretty easy to follow, the sheer royalist tones the book has is a lot

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, drugs, somnophilia type, yandere

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about that sworn sober friend you always call to please please please come pick you up from parties when you’re too drunk to trust yourself on your way home—or to please please please trip-sit you and your friends—who never says no because he’s just that nice type of guy, a mother-hen no matter how he denies it.

That’s not to say he grumbles a bit about it. Telling you you ought to clean your act up—wringing the wheel in his tightly wound fists, saying that one of these days, he won’t come to help you out. And yet, he’s still driving and ordering for you when you ask to get midnight burgers.

He says the same when he concedes to trip-sitting for the umpteenth time. “This is the last time I’m letting you guilt-trip me into doing this.”

To which you just giggle, throwing yourself onto his lap, your arms around his neck and your head laying nicely upon his pillowy bicep. “The tough act is cute, but I know you, mister nice guy—” you drawl groggily. “You wouldn’t just leave me high and dry, no matter what a naughty girl I am.” 

Your lashes are heavy, and your eyes half-mast—grin lazily stretched playfully upon your face, looking up at him all coyly. You get way too flirty for your own good—how could he trust you in the care of anyone else?

Fuck… you’re asleep on his lap only a moment later. All your friends passed out on your living room floor, leaving him all alone—all alone with all his hidden motives coming out to play.

Your body is all limp and plush—all soft croons with not a coherent word leaving your lips—eyes far gone when he gently thumbs one of your lids up. He ought to thank your dealer for giving you such good stuff. You’re completely out of it. Only moaning as he lifts your skirt and peals the cotton trail of your panties to the side of your slit.

You don’t stir. You sit pliantly and sweet, resting against his chest as he traces the pretty lips of your cunt—and starts playing with you in his hand. Your body still reacts despite your conscious staying out of it—getting puffy and slick, all too accepting of his fingers as he eases two digits inside you and starts pumping you nice and knuckle-deep.

His slacks get tight beneath you, getting plump against your bared cunt that’s started dripping from his touch, wetting his crotch.

He unzips, and oh—it’s so cute how you don’t even know. On cloud nine while he taps your pretty pussy with his fat shaft. You moan so sweetly when he nudges the tip against your entrance and starts feeding you every inch until you’re sitting all neatly with him all the way inside you.

He always refuses when you try to pay him back for all his favors. You don’t know, of course, but you’ve already paid him more than what’s fair.

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