#yeah they try to kill each other for like 3 hours straight but in a very homoerotic way

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

Is it bad that i've just watched "The Good the Bad and the Ugly" for the first time in my life, and basically my only though while i was watching the movie was "let them fuck already"?

[dailycass-cain]

As promised many months ago to end this day, here's a 🧵of the insanity Cassandra Cain's "human" body can do due to what David Cain put her through (besides the two obvious ones of body language and various forms of killing he trained her in).

The best issue that showcases that is of course Batgirl Vol. 1 #14 where various government agencies look at the footage Cass got caught filmed in.

The first few pages are literally showcasing how inhuman, but still bordering on human she is due to what David Cain put her through.

This is always fully covered throughout Batgirl Volume 1 and is usually forgotten when writers and editors tend to have their job. Not saying any names or storylines of any RECENT kind where a WAR broke out in GOTHAM.

is still salty YES

We've seen Cass's speed all the time throughout the Puckett run. To just showcase the prior issue's bullet dodging or her issue of Tim (#18) be child's play (along with her taking several shots up close and dodging each one from a certain corrupt government bastard).

Nah the best example of Cass's true "speed" is in #34 facing the mob boss Ving and his gang.

Yeah, you're seeing that right she is faster than a freaking bullet. Surprising how SOME seem to forget that in other comics. 🙄

Something even Batgirls remembered (#15) when Cass was playing shogun dodge with Cluemaster who was trying to shoot her with a shotgun.

But what of Cassandra's strength? Just how strong is she really?

#19 where Cass is faced with the obstacle of three-inch quartz preventing her from escaping a gas chamber. So let's examine just how thick three-inch quartz is.

Well, let's google just that.

A SEVEN on the hardness scale. Further research says that it can only crack due to "extreme impacts" which wouldn't ya know:

As for her body itself, Batgirl/Ghost: The Ressurection Machine #3 suggests this about Cass being immune to A LOT of poisons:

Something Batgirl Vol. 1 "sort of" delves in #50 when both she and Bruce are doused with a new batch of super drug but it turns out they were both immune to it due to them being built differently than normal humans.

This is all the more surprising because a few issues prior to (#46) Cass is doused with a version of it, but you could say given what she "sees" Cass is under A LOT of stress (the building tension with Bruce, Babs breaking up with Dick, Superboy/Black Wind stuff). Plus she does "sort of" snap out of it to beat the bad guys in that issue.

Just like in #51 she avoids the pheromones to Poison Ivy even though she is showing signs of falling under the hormones but snaps out of it due to willpower (something Bruce was almost succumbing to before he fully snapped out of it too).

It really feels like "this anti-poison" ability Cass had was all but forgotten once the series ended. Of course, naturally with a certain "infamous" story ONE YEAR LATER, but also Batman & Robin Eternal as she is affected by Fear Toxin (among other stuff too).

#9 & #59 showcase that David Cain shot Cass regularly so much that she can not even feel it. This could explain also HOW she was eventually able to dodge bullets and become so fast.

#22 also showcases this as well so this is not something simply just randomly put in. This was something the writers wanted to show the sickening lengths David Cain put Cass through.

Again, #14 brought up Cass's metabolism and how off the charts it was. I think something we just overlooked is that in #26 Cass slept for 20 hours a day for four days (or perhaps longer) straight until she fully recovered from fighting Lady Shiva.

That's not even going under the amount of food she consumes. This little detail was first showcased in #39 when Cass ate like she was freaking Goku.

This little bit of detail was brought back in #66 when she ordered THREE burgers (I'm assuming with everything on it) with three sides of fries and a BIG milk.

Amusingly, this detail was recently brought back in Nightwing #106 & #108 where she FEASTED on who knows how many pancakes.

Lastly, I feel this bit is worth mentioning as well from #47 with Doctor Lewis Friedman who started the theory on body language that David Cain made a frightening reality with Cass (shame he was never brought up again after this issue).

All this isn't even counting on the extremely LONG hours of shower time Cass picked up in the Gabrych run that even Willingham's Robin (which went on during this) teased (something again Batgirls kept up on).

So there you have it. The utter anomaly that is the body of one Cassandra Cain.

[papil0nglegs]

Hello hello helloooo. Saw you wanted tf2 request! So herr comes something.

What about the mercs with a gnSO who has a puppy crush on them? I think that would be really cute. Eould really want spy in there but pick whoever you want :))

Tf2 x Puppy love!Reader

warning: suggestive, manipulation, situationship?, knife-play

A/n: you can tell I had no idea what to put for the images LOL!! Anyways I’m finally going to write tf2 cuz I can, uhm idk what other mercs to put so I just put 3 ;-; I might make a pt 2 with the rest depending on how this does soooo

Spy

He catches on so quickly

He doesn’t do anything about it of course, cmon it’s spy

He’s an observer, so spy is just waiting for you to do something

You getting shy around him is just so amusing to him, he can’t help but let your little situation continue

“ahem, Hey spy! Ggreat-good-youspy-you did good on the battlefield today 🙂”

Oh my god someone kill you please

“..uh huh”

UGHH, the pain you felt after that

You screamed in your pillow for hours

His amusement later turned into toying with you, he got kinda bored from you just asking him lame questions and trying to start conversations

He’d offer you his cigarette after a stressful day of fighting, if you accept you’d be a coughing mess because of how nervous you were around him

‘omg does this mean he likes me? No spy doesn’t like anyone,, is it a blue spy? Why is he acting so weird?? Is he about to ask me for something?’

You’d just be taking the cancer stick while staring at the floor, thoughts flooding your mind.

Meanwhile spy was simply eyeing you, watching as you became a silent nervous wreck

After that interaction he’d notice you making it more obvious that you liked him.

Whenever he gave his little speeches you’d stare at him with puppy eyes, not hearing a single word he said

He knew that he could get you to do anything for him at that moment

Sometimes it’d get you in or out of trouble

Once he called you over to him just for you to get shot by a sniper so that he could use you as a distraction

You weren’t mad cuz you were deep in it at that point

Oh boy were you all over that man, you just kept having this mentality that you’d eventually have him at the end of the day

like whenever he’s pissed at the mercs after another failed mission he avoids you for the most part

It’s better than having him pissed at you, otherwise you’d feel like you really fucked up

If anything your relationship would become more sensual, I see him finding the whole ‘puppy love’ thing more cute than turning it into a whole relationship

He’d randomly have whole make out sessions to fuck with you, sometimes even bringing his butterfly knife into the mix

He’d call you his ‘Jolie’ and ‘beau’, names that none of the other mercs would find sus because god forbid some of them can’t even read

He was your poison, and you were his plaything

Scout

Stop

He has a puppy crush on you too ☹️

We’ve all seen the expiration date short, he has no idea how to deal with it

And lord knows he’s going to spy, again

Imagine how he interacted with Ms Pauling on the little computer thing except you’re acting like that too

yeah, a mess

“Wassup”

“Hi!!”

“Oh no you first-“

“What? No you went up to me so pshh“

“Nono it’s okay I went to bother you-“

“Pfft didn’t bother me what! It’s fine you go first”

Jesus.

Sometimes you’d do that thing where you stare at him, then he glances at you making you two immediately look away from each other in embarrassment

Pls don’t let him know you have a crush on him, it’ll raise his ego like no other

Spy would straight up let him know, I mean it was pretty obvious

“oh… oh”

Oh no!! He’s going to do cringey shit now :((

During a ‘meeting’, his adidas met your shoes

When you looked over at him he was just snickering at you like some school boy, biting his lip

Holy fuck were you flustered, he thought he had you wrapped around his finger but if anything he was wrapped around yours just as much as you were

You flashed your lashes at him, wrapping your ankle around his, making the situation a mutual thing

He’d try to impress you so much on the battlefield

Whenever he saw a fight you were clearly winning, he’d still run in to “save” you

“Yup, I just did that.”

Was it corny? Sure, but you still admired him

“Fffuck scout, you’re so cool..”

Even when you guys aren’t fighting he’d still try to impress you

“Hey y/n!! This one’s for you!!”

He’d throw a blu spy’s head in the air (that he totally ‘borrowed’ from medic) and completely miss with his bat

He reached your limit at that point, everything about that moment was just so him

“HOLY FUCK THAT WAS DOGSHIT!! I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME RIGHT NOW”

You screamed with heart eyes, the whole base probably heard you

“OH OKAY?? BET”

You guys slobbered all over each other’s faces as you made your way to his bedroom

Spy didn’t know if he should feel proud or disappointed, either way he was sorta happy scout found love here

Medic

This man could breath around you and you’d be impressed

You idolize him sm

You really shouldn’t, but you do!!

You’d watch him while he does his surgery’s, he’d call you his ‘assistant’ since you (obv) assist him

But sometimes you daydream into him too much, and when he asks for assistance..

“Towel forceps..”

“👁️👁️”

“….towel forceps?”

“You’re so smart..”

“vat??”

You simply kept admiring him, he just looked back at his hands that were digging into his patients insides, then back at you in utter confusion

When you tell scout about your little crush he gets excited about it until you tell him who it is

“Toots, tell me who it is.”

“Medic 💕”

“😐”

LMAO he hates you so much for that

If medic pockets you you’d get so flustered

Like “oh 🤭 little ol’ me?😚😚”

It gives you so much motivation when he Ubers you, if you fail then your done for!! You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him!! :(

Once he feels the same way about you he makes it obvious in.. his way??

“Maus!! I’ve gotten you a gift ☺️”

“gasp omg what’d you get me??”

“a bird heart specimen”

“wow..!”

I mean it’s a gift?

He’d be the one to confess first because Yk medic, he’s not one to shy away from his feelings

He’d confess by putting a small present on your bed, once you opened it you found a yellow rose with red tips, and a letter written in cursive (done by spy)

“It hurts me everyday, to see you. So elegant, so sweet, I yearn to be with you, to hear every heart beat.

I pray that I’ll never live the pain, that I’ll stay in solitary, alone in my grave.

So while our blood flows, and while our hearts beat. Just know our lives are short, will you spend yours with me?”

You squealed so much, screaming into your mattress and kicking your feet

Once you saw him again, you immediately went in for a kiss

How could you hold back after such a sweet letter?

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #3

Gaz: Are you okay?

Price: [hurriedly pushing his intestines back into his body]

Price: Yeah, why did you ask?

~~~>

Graves: Can I get a ride home?

Soap: [stepping into the driver’s seat of a car]

Soap: I don’t have a car.

~~~>

Police Officer: What are your names?

Nikolai: Don’t tell him, John.

Police Officer, writing: John.

Nikolai: Oh shit.

Price: Nice job, Nik.

Police Officer: John and Nik.

Price: FUCK!

~~~>

Sherlock: Am I going too far?

Laswell: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

~~~>

Soap: *Can’t find Price* Guess this calls for desperate measures.

Soap: *Yells out* CAPTAIN PRICE SUCKS!!!

Nikolai: What the FUCK DID YOU SAY?!

Laswell: WHO SAID THAT?!

Gaz: FIGHT ME!

Alex and Farah: *looking to see who said that*

Ghost: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?!?! COME FIGHT ME! I FREAKING DARE YOU! WHO SAID THAT!

Soap: Damn…

Sherlock: *has been standing next to Soap the whole time and is mildly amused *

Sherlock: Can I try?

Soap: *throws his hands up in defeat* Be my guest.

Sherlock: *Yells out* GENERAL SHEPHERD IS A LITTLE BITCH!

Price: DAMN STRAIGHT HE IS!

Soap: What the shite?!

Sherlock: Found him!

~~~>

Sherlock: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Graves: What if it bites me and it dies?

Soap: That means you’re poisonous. Steaming Jesus, Graves, learn to listen.

Farah: What if it bites itself and I die?

Gaz: That’s voodoo.

Alejandro: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Rudy: That’s correlation, not causation.

Alex: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Nikolai: That’s kinky.

Price: Oh my God.

~~~>

Price: I’ve only had Gaz for a day and a half. But if anything were to happen to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Gaz: *is moved* 🥺

Ghost: Very violent, I like it.

~~~~~~~~>THANKS FOR READING!!!<~~~~~~~~

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Trust

Pairing- Sully family x darkfey!reader

Pairing- The Sullys meet a special girl.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

"C'mon papa lets goooo." Tuk said pulling her father by the hand. Jake grabbed his dagger just in case anything happens and Neytiri always had her bow as she followed behind Kiri and the boys. Today was family bonding day, the boys and Kiri were anything but excited.

"Don't know why I gotta go." Lo'ak said earning him a wack to the head from Neytiri. "Because it is the one day me and your father can spend time with yiu and not focus on our duties." Neytiri said tail swaying along with her turning her son around by his shoulder and pushing his back before speaking again. "Now go." She says and he huffs following behind his older brother.

They walked deeper and deeper into the woods and Neytiri looked around she didn't recognize the area they were in. "Ma Jake I don't think we jave been this far before." Neytiri said clenching her bow now ready for anything. "Yeah I think we went to far shit." He said he doesn't remember which way they came. Kiri looked pissed, "We're lost thats great thats great." She retorted sitting on a cut down stump. "Calm down I'm sure that there is something out here that will point in the right direction home." Jake said picking Tuk up and walking deeper into the woods, reluctantly everyone else followed.

.

.

.

.

They walked, and walked, and walked.

Three hours of walking and still surrounded in jungle. And then they heard a crunch immediately pulling their weapons out Neytiri, Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak stood ready to fight Lo'ak a little less as he's trying to get maple off his finger but still.

Crouching closer to were the around came forward they pull the bush back and reveal three small creatures, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, they had fur all over their bodies, and the fur under their mouths cane out like a mustache, and they had cute little clothes they must have made themselves, they held small fruit and looked to be arguing before they saw the tall Na'vi.

Dropping the fruit they crouched to the ground shivering and whimpering, the boys put their weapons up but Neytiri still looked debating whether to kill them but then everyone was flung back by a strong gust of green wind and they heard a loud snap that sounded like thunder.

Neteyam coughs as he stands up helping his mother and father up and then going to his siblings. They check on each other before turning to see what knocked them. And what they saw was definitely not what they expected.

It was a girl.

A girl who picked those smaller creatures up in her palm and apologized to them before giving them a few small snacks before they scurried away from the strangers. You grabbed your staff that was resting on a tree and green air made its way to them keeping them there. As they had there hands up.

They all looked at you, you looked like a human, but their height and no need for a breathing mask, pointed ears as well, and you had horns, you wore a long sleeve top that was open in the back and the bottoms made a skirt that split up the sides blacks and whites browns and beiges was what colored your pallet, and green air surrounded your hands as it surronded their feet and it held their feet in place your eyes glowed as the air began and strengthened.

Neytiri bared her fangs at you and you did the same loud hiss coming from your throat. "Why have you come here?" You ask. "Please we will speak if you let us go." Jake tried to negotiate and you observed him for a while and you sensed no sight of decement.

Looking at the weapons that were a few feet from them you moved one of your hands to the side and somehow the weapons moved with you hand. You let their legs free and they all sighed Tuk reached for your horns and you looked at her confused and Neytiri pulled her back.

"Okay talk." You say and Jake is taken back by tour straight forwardness. "Okay we seem to have found ourselves lost and we would like directions back to the Omaticaya clan." Jake says rubbing his knuckles nervously.

"You got lost, stupid." You mutter and Neytiri throughs you a glare which you smirk at. "Fine but the directions are too complicated and I don't want you harming my home more than you already have I'll take you back." You say and Jake looked physically relived until he realized how did you know where they lived.

"I've lived in these jungles for all my life I know it's surrounding areas." You answer their obvious confusion. And then you head east.

The walk was quite, a really awkward quite and then Kiri saw the scars on your back as if something was cut off of you, hitting Lo'aks arm she points to your back and his eyes widen and looks at his sister who is just a curious. "So um," he goes to say your name but doesn't know it. "Y/N." You sigh wanting the conversation to be over already.

"What are you exactly?" He asks and Neteyam elbows him in the ribs making him yelp in pain. Smiling at the foolishness of the two you stemp your staff into the ground before stepping over a stump.

"I am a dark fey." You say and he hums in response. The family remember about Mo'at telling them about Feys and their abilities although they thought they were extinct. And back to silence it was, or at least for five minutes.

Do all the Fey people have wings?" Tuk asked and you stepped around a rock and your straight posture doesn't fold as you walk throughout the bumpy forest. "Most do." You reply.

"Then why don't you?" She chippered. "If all the others fly." She added and before her father could scold her you stopped him.

"I had wings once they were stolen from me." You say before stopping and turning to the family who seemed to have a lot of questions. "That's all I wish to say about it." You say sharply. Tuk smiled up at you. "What color were they? Were they big?" She questioned and you blinked a few times at the memory of your wings.

"So big they dragged when I walked." You breathed in as you remember the way the wind hit your wings and would sore through the air as your feathers would drift a little. "And strong, they could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds and they never faltered, not even once." Looking at the ground pausing before you spoke once more. "I could trust them."

"Awesome." Neteyam whispered he normally talked very proper byt that was the only word he could think off, awesome. "What?" The word was strange to you but yiu couldn't help but giggle. "It means cool like amazing, glorious." Jake used fancy words hopefully it would get through. You smile, "they were quite glorious." You say before taking a few more steps. Pushing a tree leaf back your reveal the back entrance to their home.

You couldn't but feel saddened that they had to leave. Even though they did annoy you the first little bit of getting to know them they were quite kind. Neytiri could feel your emotions somehow she felt quite saddened had you been all alone? Parents? Grandparents? Anyone? She couldn't ahe wouldn't let you go back alone.

"Y/N live with the Omaticaya so you are not lonely." Neytiri said and Jake looked bewildered. "What?" You ask confused. "You are to small a girl to live in a whole foret live with us, you must be awfully lonely." Neytiri said and you had to admit, you were lonely everyday, no matter how many woodland creatures you talk to or tame you could never feel that little void in your soul.

You wait a second, you weren't entirely sure if you could trust them, you might regret this later in but you nod and they began to walk into hometree, your new home.

[jakescaravel]

Lover

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: 2,935

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI!!) Smut: choking, gagging, touching, domination, spit (I think that's mostly it, just don't read this if you don't want to read straight up smut 👍)

Summary: You'll do anything for Jake, anything he wants.

***

You had had nothing to do for 3 days. Months of touring on-end with your boyfriend over in an instant. You were sure the boredom would kill you and today was the worst day so far. All the shopping was done, there were no more household chores to do, and everything was boring. You craved life on the road. The spontaneity. And Jake felt the exact same way.

With the tiredness from the trip finally catching up, you and Jake hadn't even done it since getting back, so the tension was powerful and you were starving for each other.

Most of the day had already been wasted with Jake lazily strumming away at his guitar and you sleeping in until 4pm. You had awoken to an empty bed and the wanting of having him so badly that you threw on your sluttiest pair of panties and just a thin tank top, ready to play your favorite game.

You had sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee but with more sinister intentions in mind.

“Oh shit good morning to you baby.” He called from across the room putting down his guitar to walk closer.

You barely look in his direction as you continue to fill up your cup. He scoffs wearing a ‘what the fuck’ kind of face, but still, you ignore him and continue up the stairs.

He could have followed you, pinned you down and taken you right there but he knew what game you were trying to play and he was ready to play it right back.

The day continued like this, you walking around showing off what you weren’t giving him, and his annoyance growing by the minute. At one point you laid next to him on the couch with your ass up and fully exposed pretending to read a book. He knew you were faking, it was soo obvious.

A few hours later you hear Jake getting up from the couch downstairs. You know he can hear you whining and moaning with your hand between your thighs. You even left the door unlocked and wide open so when he slips up the stairs he sees you right away. You make eye contact with him, showing him your best innocent face as you continue to push your fingers deep inside you. He raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms. He looks mad. Its sexy as fuck.

“Okay I see what's going on.” He takes a step closer moving like a predator stalking its prey. “I bet you think your whole game is real fucking funny right? I could hear your pathetic moans from all the way downstairs. You know I was working. I couldn’t concentrate at all. I have deadlines, assignments, things I have to do, I have a real job.” Jake stares for a moment, his gaze lingering on where your hand meets your cunt. “That looks like it feels good baby, but we both know what you really want, what would feel even better.”

He takes a careful step closer placing his hands on the mattress. You never break eye contact staring up at him with your best doe eyes. 

“Those aren’t gonna work on me princess.” He spits out the name like an insult and leans forward on the bed. “Tell me why I shouldn’t go over there right now and slip my cock down your throat, shut you up and get some work done, maybe even teach you a lesson.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at the idea. You’ve been waiting for this. 

“Yeah, I know that's what you want, baby. Want me to shove my cock that’s been throbbing all day because of you in that pretty little mouth huh? You wanna taste me?” He smirks.

Before you can answer Jake lunges forward and grabs you by the legs pulling you and spinning you so that your head hangs off the end of the bed facing the ceiling. He forcefully undoes his belt buckle and slides his jeans all the way down exposing his already hard cock throbbing in his boxers. He quickly rids himself of those and his cock springs free, perfectly at your eye level. He brings himself closer and taps the head on your face. You can feel its weight and warmth, pulsing on your skin.

You’re giddy with excitement ready to be completely at Jake’s mercy allowing him to do whatever he pleases, allowing him to use you. You reach out your tongue searching for him and he lines himself up.

“Alright pretty girl, you think you can take me?” You nod impatiently. 

Jake slowly inches his cock in, hitting the back of your throat testing your gag reflex. “Relax your throat for me love… yeah that’s it… fuckkk, you feel fucking fantastic.” His voice moves slowly as he presses the base flush against your face. You gag around him but he stays completely still and presses himself in even harder. The shaky breath he lets out fills up the whole room going straight to your core.

You wish you could see his face, see his eyes shut in concentration, his furrowed brow and his parted lips and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. At least you could hear him, no matter how quiet he tried to be.

Jake uses his hands to secure your head and hold you there as he begins to slowly pump his cock in and out of your soft mouth. “Fuckk you feel so good baby.” His words laced with need have you clenching around nothing, aching for his touch, the denial of that possibly being the real punishment.

Every sliding movement against your tongue earns a low rumbling groan from him. His delicate sounds are like music to your ears, even the softest whimpers he tries to hide, you can hear and by this point you are absolutely soaked.

“Fu…ckk.” His eyes roll to the back of his head. If it were up to him, he’d have you like this everyday, all laid out for him, eager to please.

You hum against his cock, addicted to his praise and hungry for more. The vibration from your mouth elicits a hiss from him. The sensation, the aching feeling between your thighs grows stronger and stronger and drips down your leg. He can see how wet you are, it turns him on even more, and you can feel his dick twitch down your throat.

Tears are starting to form and the uncomfort is detected but possibly irrelevant when you’re this desperate to make him feel good, to gain his approval. Plus you loved to play this game, teasing him even though it’s teasing that got you here in the first place, but you can’t help yourself. And you like to remind him that he doesn’t have as much control as he likes to think. 

You swallow around him and feel his whole body tremble. You gag a little as he begins to pick up the pace and the sounds coming from your wet mouth are impossibly dirty. The spit moving around dripping down the sides of your face spurs him on as he starts to fuck you rougher. 

“Fuck, fu… ckkk.” His voice sounds lost and far away. He's completely in his own world overcome by pleasure but he’s never too far gone to put your needs first when you tap his leg asking for a break. When he pulls out, you both watch the string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the tip. He grabs his cock running it along your bottom lip. You take the opportunity to lick a thin stripe from the base to the head, drawing small circles with your tongue.

“Look at you, so needy with your legs spread for me. You look so fucking sexy like this, just laid out more than happy to have my cock down your throat. In fact you’d do anything for it right? Beg for it?” You nod slowly looking into his perfect half lidded eyes. You practically whimper at the sight of his devilish smirk and lustful glare.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He laughs to himself as he brings his hand to your mouth. You open up presenting your tongue to him and he slides his fingers to the back of your throat. You gag around them and watch his grin grow wider. He spreads his fingers along your tongue, opening your mouth for him. He replaces his fingers with his cock and pushes himself deeper than before letting out an airy moan. 

Finally, he snakes his hand down to touch you. When his calloused fingers pinch at your nipple, rolling the bud around, your entire body lifts off the bed. You let out a loud groan at the feeling, the vibration hitting him as he releases a moan of his own. He cups both of your tits in his hands squeezing slightly using them as leverage for an extra hard thrust.

Just the feeling of his skin touching yours sets your body on fire, and the anticipation for what's to come has you aching. 

Jake trails one of his hands down your stomach getting closer and closer to where you need him most but pulling away at the last second. You hear his laugh when he deprives you of what he knows you want. He brings his hand up to grab your neck instead. He squeezes around the outline of his dick in your throat and mutters something you can’t hear.

This visual is one you can only imagine in your wildest dreams. You laid out on the bed with Jake’s hand constricting the throat that's filled with him. Him fucking your face as you just lay there taking him, completely at his mercy. Fuck.

You find yourself somewhat jealous that Jake gets to see it and you make a mental note to let him film it next time. 

“Can you feel me here baby, way down your throat? Shit… you’re doing so good. Feels… fucking amazing. So deep... wet.”

His praise lights a fire in your belly and you hum again around him once more. You can feel the air leaving your lungs but the feeling is delicious. He applies the perfect amount of pressure with his hand and you can feel him filling you up from every angle. The discomfort is almost non existent when you get drunk on the need to please him like this, and his moans of approval have you already halfway there.

His other hand weaves through your hair holding it tight as he picks up the pace a little. You can tell he’s close by the way soft grunts flow out of him turning to breathy whimpers with every thrust. Suddenly the hunger to make him cum and to feel it shooting down your throat overtakes you and you moan around his length, swallowing and humming, just to get a reaction. He doesn’t disappoint when the most beautiful whimper falls from his lips. He sounds so needy and so far gone and fucked out.

You clench your thighs together desperate for any type of friction but he leans down and pulls them roughly apart. 

“No no no, you don’t get to do that. You get off when I. decide. you do.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust and the tears are starting to fall now. The wet sounds coming from you are ungodly and you spread your legs wider allowing him full view. You knew he was staring. Either at that or your exposed chest, but god you want so badly for him to touch you. Getting impatient, you move your legs around in protest.

“I know what you want, baby, you just gotta wait for it. It was your choice to walk around like a whore all day, you asked for it.”

You roll your eyes, thankful for a moment he can’t see them. You reach behind to touch him, any part of him. You drag your dull nails across his bare leg running them up and down.

“Stop that.'' He grabs hold of your arms, pinning them to your sides as he leans over you. He’s a mess of moans as he starts to fuck your face even harder. A breathy “fuck” falls from his lips. 

You swallow around him again. “You’re evil.” He laughs slightly, the laugh turning into a whine.

He pauses for a second and pulls out slightly. He takes his time in dragging the tip of his cock across your tongue. The bit of precum tastes salty just like the tears he wipes away before delivering a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re so perfect. You look fucking beautiful.”

Funny how Jake could make your heart swell one moment after having his cock buried down your throat. 

What he does next surprises you. He holds his hand in a cup next to your face.

“Spit.”

The simple command sends a shiver down your spine and you would do anything he told you, so you lean over and allow the spit you’ve been holding in to trail down your lips into his hand. You should be embarrassed at the amount but you can’t be when he says in a raspy whisper, “Good girl.”

You wait in anticipation for his next move as he brings the spit covered hand to fist along the length of his cock, slowly pumping up and down. You wonder if this is what it looks like when he’s alone. Eyes closed, mouth parted and brows pinched together, probably thinking of you, thinking of having you like this. The thought drives you crazy. 

He moves his hand off his cock and reaches it down to cup over you allowing yourself to grind against him. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his touch and you can’t help the sounds that escape your lips.

Jake moves his fingers to draw slow circles around your clit and you let out the most beautiful moan he’s ever heard. Your whole body is electric by his touch, moving along with his fingers, chasing the feeling. 

“Slow down baby girl, let me do it.” Jake guides his cock back in your mouth and continues his slow but steady rhythm with his hand, he never falters.

The sensation, the feelings of pleasure are starting to wash over you like a tall wave, ready to drag you under. He starts to move his rough fingers with more purpose pulling you closer and closer. Jake leans forward to slide 2 fingers in while grinding the palm of his hand into your clit. The mix of the slight stinging stretch and light touch of his palm are bringing you dangerously close to the edge. He's right with you, his movements becoming less calculated and his moans sporadic. 

The word fuck falls out of his lips like a mantra, mixed in with your name. 

Jake’s voice is almost at a whisper as he says, “please y/n… fuck.. y/n please please…. fuckkk.”

Hearing your name whined into the sex filled air brings you closer as you start to lose your own composure. Your pleasure drapes over you and you feel your entire body start to shake as he curls his fingers up into you and pushes down with his palm. His hand moves in and out of you with uncalculated speed as your arousal starts to coat his fingers and the pressure builds up threatening to snap. 

Three words, “I’m gonna cum” and he’s unraveling, shooting his warm release down your throat as you happily swallow it all up. That’s all it took, just one taste of him and you were coming undone yourself.

Your moans start to fill the room as you shake and contort, the pleasure overcoming you. He fucks into you faster as the oversensitivity becomes too much and your writhing under his touch. He pulls his dick out just in time for you to say, “Jakey baby.. fuck its too much.”

You jerk up and close your legs around his hand as he continues to work you through it. Your whole body shakes even after he removes his hand licking it clean. “You taste so sweet, I’m gonna get hard again.” 

You can barely make out his words as you lay there for a moment in your post-orgasm haze, trying to gain the strength to sit up. One final shiver makes its way through your body and you rise and turn to face him. His eyes stare into yours as you watch him clean the remaining cum off his fingers while wearing the proudest smirk. He looks behind you, eyes widening. 

“Holy shit the sheets are so soaked. Like actually fully wet babe.” You turn around and look at the evidence painting the light colored sheets a slightly darker shade. You both giggle at the sight, unable to control yourselves.

Jake leans down and plants a gentle kiss to your lips in complete contrast to his actions moments before. He offers you his hand to stand up and when you do, everything is a little dizzy. He helps hold you centered and looks at your face with another stupid grin. He turns you to face the mirror and what you see is hardly surprising. 

Your mascara runs down your face in two perfect lines and the saliva almost coats your entire chin. It's almost laughable really, at least Jake seems to think so. You elbow him in the ribs and roll your eyes. “Oh shut up.”

“Come on, I'll draw us a bath lover.” 

***

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Darlin’ and Cutie (separate) HCs

For one of my favorite followers @ajfromabove ! Good job on your project! Hopefully these are good ^^

- Cutie is ridiculously tall, very noticeable height difference between them and Geordi.

- Tank does not snap off Kit-Kats or Hersheys, they eat both chocolate bars in 2 bites max. 

- They also have a tendency to not separate the paper on Fruit Roll-ups when eating them. You can imagine where I’m going with this.

- Cutie had a magic 8-ball as a kid that they keep around in their drawer.

- While at the Pack Solstice, Sweetheart scared the shit out of Tank, and this triggered their Fight-or-Flight response, which caused Tank to try and punch Sweetheart. The only problem is that Sweetheart was intangible, meaning Tank just punched a big ass hole in the wall. The solstice was at David and Angel’s house, so SH and Tank had to make up an excuse to leave at the same time immediately before David found out (because Angel didn’t care).

- Tank has shifted and chased their tail for 2 hours straight on their way to a pack meeting before. David found them on his way out the meeting still chasing it.

- Cutie has, and let me make this clear, the MOST RELAXING room ever. Remember when I said Lasko had surround sound speakers that play raining sounds and like 8 pillows? Yeah Cutie has all of that tenfold. When Geordi moved in with them, they had to sell some of it to make room, but they kept each and everyone of their pillows and bought headphones that play relaxing music.

- Cutie knows how to get rid of normal headaches easily. Whether it’s tea, medicine, or a nap, the max time they have a headache is usually 3 hours due to their tactics.

- Tank hasn’t been to the dentist in 4 years, but their dental hygiene is also through the roof.

- Cutie cannot, for the life of them, climb over a fence or jump over one.

- Cutie always dresses up as the same thing for Halloween, I just don’t know what they dress up as.

- Tank dressed as a Vampire for Halloween once, but the fake teeth they got was less sharp than their actual teeth so they didn’t fit, and they were pissy the whole day because of it. (Yes Sam has teased them about it)

- Cutie is a giggly drunk, who is extra flattery towards Geordi (You know those scenarios where Character A is drunk and goes “don’t talk to me my boyfriend is better” to Character B, the boyfriend, and is all flattered and blush-y? That.)

- Tank doesn’t usually get drunk but they’re the kind who gets drunk and then you don’t see them again the rest of the night.

- Tank does pull-ups like there’s no tomorrow, their biceps are NOTHING to joke about.

- Cutie had a parrot once but it passed a year before they met Geordi.

- Tank isn’t good at cooking but Sam is teaching them how. David takes offense to this because he’s offered to teach them how and they declined instantly. 

- Cutie has one of the best wardrobes in the cast. On par with Baaabe and Milo.

- Tank had made cupcakes once with Sweetheart’s help in their last Solstice before going to Washington. It was supposed to be for the whole pack but then they said they’re exclusively for David and Asher. The frosting had the same color palette as the gay pride flag (the blue and green one).

- Sweetheart had to make 4 batches of cookies after Tank proclaimed the cupcakes were only for Asher and David since they promised they were bringing something for the Solstice.

- Asher didn’t understand the reference behind the cupcake design but said they were pretty. David glared at Tank for the rest of the night and Tank burst out laughing whenever they made eye contact.

- Cutie and Sweetheart do know each other, or have at least heard each other’s names in passing.

- Cutie has a full morning routine that even Geordi is scared to break.

- Tank is terrified of pregnant spiders and calls them “Satan’s piñata’s”.

- Cutie fantasizes of living in a small cottage in the woods near a stream.

- Tank believes living in one of them is the fastest way to get killed and never found.

- Tank makes fun of people who bought blue checkmarks on twitter.

- Cutie loves all the Sims games individually (they only have Sims 4).

- Tank has played Minecraft with Angel ONCE. It ended with them fist fighting 3 zombies and a skeleton at once bc they refused to run away or get a weapon, and ended with them being killed by a creeper right after they won.

- Cutie has so much blackmail on so many politicians it’s crazy.

- Tank had a full group of friends in their old pack, which is why it took a while for them to warm up to the Shaw Pack.

- BOTH Cutie and Tank can pick up Geordi and Sam like they’re cats.

- Additionally, Tank has done the same thing to Milo, but only when he’s shifted.

- Tank would’ve used ChatGPT to do their essays back in high school if it existed. Instead they just never did their essays unless they felt like it.

- Cutie doesn’t get social cues.

- Cutie is, without a doubt, extroverted asf.

- Tank was a skater through middle school and high school, and got a concussion once.

- Tank absolutely HATES the nickname Precious. Even the word makes their skin crawl. Only instance they’ll willingly stick around when someone says it is if they’re watching Lord of the Rings.

- Whenever they order pizza, Cutie leaves the garlic for Geordi because they know how much he likes it.

- Tank sucks the frosting off of cupcakes before eating them.

- Cutie used to watch MLP like their life depended on it.

- Cutie owns heelys, that’s the closest they’ve gotten to skating.

- Tank has a BIG ass family, 7 of their family members live in Washington, the rest are kind of scattered around the US.

- Tank’s real name is something they consider “lame and  stupid” so they just go by Tank, and usually glare at anyone who says their actual name (Arden is the main perpetrator).

- Sam didn’t know Tank’s actual name until he went to the winter solstice and Arden came out of nowhere saying hi, and then their name. Sam was confused about who Arden was talking about. Tank slapped their hand over her mouth and started harshly whispering something unintelligible to her.

- Tank wouldn’t say who the name belonged to, so he went to Milo, who explained that it’s Tank’s actual name, they just don’t like it.

- He teased them with it once but that resulted in him being stuck under a shifted Tank for 3 hours.

- Cutie is photogenic as FUCK.

- Honey and Cutie have been friends since high school. Honey was extremely rude towards Cutie but they stuck around because they read their mind and realized Honey likes Cutie being around. It’s an Asher/David situation.

- Cutie helped Honey and Guy meet in college

- Don’t let Tank play Kahoot. Just don’t.

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It Happened One Summer Night

Summary : It was meant to be straight-forward, right? Catch a ride with Daniel Ricciardo to her sister's wedding, try not to kill each other, say thank you when they get there and never have to see each other again. Fate, however, loves to play games.

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem

Word Count : 3,800

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 2

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

Adriana could hear the blood pounding in her ears, her heart working hard to escape her ribcage.  They were both breathing hard, but hers were choppier than Daniel.

Daniel wrestled with his seatbelt, leaning across the console to switch off the engine.  She was on the verge of hyperventilation and hadn't realised the car was still running.

Dear God, she had run over something.

Daniel got out, rounding the front and bending down to look at whatever damage she had caused.  She knew she had to follow him, but she didn't have the heart to see whatever poor innocent animal she had run over splattered all over the car's bumper.  She slowly climbed out, the hot tarmac burning the sole of her bare feet. The breath she was holding left her in a whoosh when she saw no blood or gore over the front of the car. Daniel was lying belly-flat on the ground, as he tried to dislodge something from underneath the car.

"What is it?" she asked with trepidation.

Daniel grunted as he grappled with whatever it was. He looked up at her, squinting against the dying sun. "It's a branch. A pretty big one. I'm trying to get it out, but it's stuck." 

He gave it a few more tugs and he finally felt something give. Hell yeah. He pulled the branch out and held it out for Adriana to see.

It wasn't just a pretty big one, it was huge, and Adriana hadn't seen it because she had been too busy arguing with Daniel.

Daniel tossed the branch to the side of the road, lying down once again to check the floor of the car.  "Well, it looks like we are not going anywhere. The branch ripped a pipe or something and there's an oil leak."

"Can't you fix it?" Daniel looked at her confused. "Well, you're an F1 driver. Aren't cars kind of part of your job?"

Daniel tried to hold back his sigh of exasperation. The lady sure had her ideas about whatever she thought an F1 driver was all about. 

"I just drive the car, I'm not a mechanic. If I knew how to repair the car, I would have done it already." Or even better, he thought inwardly, he would have built himself a fast car instead of spending a big part of his career in slow cars.

"What are we going to do now?" Her voice was anguished.

Daniel knew he shouldn't take any perverse pleasure in seeing the distressed look on her face, but he was, even if he was as much stranded as her.

"Get in the car." He motioned to her. "I'll try to push it to the side as much as I can while you steer."

~

ROUND AND ROUND, DANIEL reminded himself as he rubbed his thumb against his index finger.

The constant circular motion had been his self-soothing mechanism ever since he was a hyper anxiety-prone kid. It was his way of calming himself down, to not give in to his anxious tendencies and bite his nails. He also didn't want to show Adriana he was anything other than cool and composed.

The setting sun had turned the sky orange, and even the remaining colour was quickly dissipating. In the last hour since they'd realised that there was no network signal, they'd considered every single option — from trying to repair the car themselves to maybe walking to the nearest civilisation. They had no idea how far the nearest town was — because of said no network — and their last option of hitching a ride hadn't exactly panned out yet. The few cars that had passed them on the highway so far hadn't bothered to stop.

He was sitting on the cooling hood now. Adriana was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, her feet dangling out of the open door. She looked far from the well-put person that had walked out of the airport this afternoon. Her blouse was rumpled and there was a streak of grease running down her skirt from when she had tried to look under the car earlier.

Daniel cleared his throat. "What comment were you referring to earlier?"

They'd been sitting in tense silence.  Might as well use the opportunity to clear the air.

Adriana lifted her head from where she was lolling on the headrest. "Don't pretend like you don't remember what I was referring to."

Daniel tipped his head back and pushed out a grunt of frustration. He tried to loosen the tendons in his neck. He didn't think his neck had ever felt this tired even after his toughest race as it did now from the stress of the last few hours. 

"Adriana —" Her name sounded so foreign in his Australian twang, his tongue wrapping around the vowels to give a slight inflection at the end. "I'm really trying here. I'm not being an asshole. I'm asking honestly so that I can apologise."

Adriana looked up at him.  There was a look of vulnerability lurking in her eyes that Daniel had not expected. She looked back down, her hair covering her face as she rubbed at the grease streak on her skirt. 

Her voice sounded a bit rough when she finally spoke. 

"It was George's birthday party. George and you, you guys were in the kitchen getting beers or something. Anyway, George asked if you would be interested in dating me and you said —” The rubbing got more frantic, as if she could make the grease streak disappear. "And you said that —" Daniel could see her throat work convulsively, as if she was holding back tears. "You said that I was so cold — colder than a witch’s tits was what you said actually — that your balls would freeze up if you tried touching me.”

Dan felt his face flush hot. That sticky sickly feeling inside of him was hot shame as he faintly recalled that conversation. 

He truly was an asshole. 

"Adriana, I —“ 

He remembered that one time in high school when he got suspended for scratching something he shouldn't have on that girl’s locker and how disappointed his mom had been in him. But he wasn't a kid anymore, he didn't need his mom to tell him off to know he'd done something bad. He shouldn't have said that, whether Adriana had overhead him or not, whether she’d been rude to him or not. 

He got down from the hood, ready to get down on his knees if that was what it would take for her to forgive him. "Adriana, I’m sorry." She looked intent to avoid his gaze, staring straight ahead at an invisible point beyond his shoulder. "I, I ... " 

God, words were hard when you were a world class idiot.

All of a sudden, Adriana got up. Did his rambling apology have an effect already? But no, she was staring, almost excitedly, at something behind him.

"Is that a —" 

Daniel turned around. Yep, that was indeed a truck. A good old-fashioned one at that, all dusty, its red paint faded with the sun.

Adriana rushed past him, waving frantically to get the driver's attention. Daniel sighed as he followed after her. 

She didn't have to wave so frantically to get the driver's attention, he thought moodily. That tight skirt she was wearing would have been enough to stop traffic.

The truck came to a trundling stop before them. The driver was an old man, his wispy white hair peeking out from under the beret he was wearing. His sun-beaten face creased into a smile as he looked down at Adriana.

"Hola, Senor." The Spanish rolled off Adriana's tongue. She pointed to Daniel and their car as she appeared to explain their situation. The man nodded along, leaning out of his window to look at their car before speaking. Dan could only assume whatever the old man said was positive because Adriana had a wide grin on her face as she profusely thanked him. 

"Gracias. Muchas gracias."

She turned excitedly towards Daniel. "He says he lives in a small village not too far from here.

He can take us there for the night, and tomorrow he can have the village mechanic come get the car for repairs."

Daniel cleared his throat as he stepped closer to her. "Are we sure we can trust this man?" he asked in a lower voice.

Adriana rolled her eyes at him. "Look at him," She gave the man a little smile and wave as she gritted her teeth at Dan. "He's harmless. Anyway, at this point, I am so desperate I would get in a car with the dodgiest of men if that means I get to reach my little sister's wedding in time.”

"Fine, Fine" Daniel held up his hands. "I was just being cautious.”

~

DANIEL AND SENOR GONZALEZ HAD MANAGED to secure their suitcases with rope in the bed of the truck. Now, Adriana was faced with another problem. She stared at the driver's cabin, wondering how she was going to get up there – her pencil skirt didn't allow for the kind of movement that would allow her to vault herself up there.

"Come on," Adriana could feel the heat of his body as Daniel came up behind her. "I'll give you a boost. Just grab on to the door handle once I lift you up." 

She didn't have the time to process what was happening before Daniel was placing his hands on her hips. His hands moved down, curving around her bottom to lift her up.

Adriana flushed hot.  A million butterflies erupted in her belly – Daniel Ricciardo had his hands on her ass. His beautiful veiny hands with the rose tattoo and the discrete "3" inked there. She felt his hands flex. A slight squeeze of her ass.  Was it a trick of her mind? It was definitely a trick of her mind because why would Daniel Ricciardo be squeezing her ass? She landed quite inelegantly on the seat, her skirt riding up as she slid across the bench to the middle seat, giving Daniel an eyeful as he hoisted himself up.

The cabin was much smaller than both of them had anticipated. They sat flushed against each other, their knees touching. Daniel sat very still, careful not to make any movements. The tiniest of movements, as he had discovered, and his arm would brush against the underside of her breast. He sat, staring straight ahead, not daring to look at the smooth golden expanse of skin exposed by her hitched-up skirt. Not daring to take too deep of a breath because he could smell her, even over the old leather smell of the cabin — something citrusy and sharp, softened with hints of floral.

The palms of his hands tingled from where he’d touched her. It had taken a lot of self-control to not draw her closer to him as he had lifted her up. To not let his hands linger for longer than needed. To not mould his hands over her curves.

Fuck, he needed a cold shower. Maybe a reality check as well, because the last thing he needed right now was to start something with Adriana freaking Montero Mundt.

~

THEY CAME TO A STOP IN front of a small house. Adriana peered out but couldn't make out much of anything in the dark. She felt slightly disoriented — it had gotten completely dark once they got in the truck, so she couldn't tell which way they had been driving all this time. It felt like they had been on the road for hours when at most, it must have been only a little bit more than an hour. She didn't refuse the hand Daniel offered her to get down – the strain of the trip was finally catching up to her and she felt like she would keel over if she didn't get into bed soon.

Senor Gonzalez — or Miguel as he had said to call him — ambled across his gravel driveway to his front door, beckoning them to follow him. He had talked almost non-stop since he had picked them up, with Adriana sometimes acting as translator for Daniel. He'd told them about his little village by the sea, how it was the place with the best seafood in all of Spain, how it was protected by the sea on one side and the Pyrenees Mountains on the other — all in all, Adriana had realised, they could have done much worse as a place for an overnight pitstop.

"Cayetana!" Miguel bellowed as he hung his beret on a hook by the door.

"Si, si," A woman appeared in the doorway. She had grey hair, carefully braided. Her small frame was wrapped in a floral housecoat and she looked ready to turn in for the night.

"Caye, mi amor," Miguel walked over to his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder. "This is Adriana and Daniel. Their car broke down on the highway. We can spare a room for them for the night, si?" He explained in Spanish.

Cayetana pushed her glasses up her nose as she looked at them. Great, she was going to throw them out because they looked a bit worse for wear, Adriana thought. Well, not Daniel — he still looked his suave self. She, on the other hand, looked like she had been through the wringer.

"Ah! Claro que si! Si!" She exclaimed as she gestured for them to follow her.

They went up a narrow staircase, with Daniel juggling both their suitcases — he had shooed her away when she had tried to take hers. Cayetana showed them to a small room at the end of the hallway. 

Clean bed linens, she explained. She bustled around, handing them clean towels, showing them how to turn on the faucet in the ensuite. All through this, Adriana tried to tell her that Daniel and her were not a couple and that they would need separate rooms, but every time she tried to interject, she was met with a torrent of rapid-fire Spanish that even she had trouble keeping up with.

Then, Miguel and Cayetana were wishing her and Daniel goodnight, leaving her alone with Daniel in the small room with the lone bed.

Daniel was looking at her with something close to indignation on his face. "You didn't tell them we need separate rooms!" He whisper-shouted as soon as the door closed behind their hosts.

"I tried!" Adriana lifted her shoulders in defence. "She just wouldn't stop talking to listen to me!"

"Well —" Daniel walked over to the right-side of the bed, placing his phone and wallet on the bedside table there, "I'm not sleeping on the ground or in that sorry excuse of an armchair to protect your chastity or whatever it is they call it."

"Oh, how gentlemanly of you." Adriana was still stood in the same spot, her hands on her hips as she watched him get comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and before she could tell him off, he bent down and carefully placed them to the side.

He opened his suitcase, turning back to look at her as he riffled through his things. "Nah yeah, I'm not fucking up my neck just for me to the play the gentleman for you."

Adriana bristled at the way he said it — did he mean that he would have done the gentlemanly thing for any other woman but her? He looked pretty unbothered by their sleeping arrangements all while she was on the verge of combusting at the thought of sharing that small bed with him.

"What's that?" Adriana asked perplexed as she watched him open the case he had just removed from his suitcase.

"What do you mean what's that?" He looked at her as if the answer should be obvious. "It's my custom-made travel pillow." He said as he moved the pillow on the bed aside for his special one. "I told you, I need to take care of my neck." 

Adriana watched incredulously as he carefully fluffed up the pillow. 

"Also, could you please open the window behind you a bit? I can't sleep unless the room is in the twenty degrees."

"Of course, my lord!" She bowed mockingly. "Do you want me to also check if they haven't left a pea under the mattress?" She made a dramatic gesture towards the bed, blinking up at Daniel in an exaggeratedly slow manner. "We wouldn't want anything to mar your highness' delicate skin, after all.”

“Haha.” He said dryly. “You’ve got jokes.” 

It was pretty funny, but there was no way he was going to tell her that. 

“You know —“ he said as he slowly walked backwards, snagging a clean towel and throwing it over his shoulder. “You should check on that pea while I take a shower.” Then, he was hurrying to the ensuite, smirking at the sound of indignation she made.

That man was so childish. What did she care if he showered first? She fumed as she picked up the pillow Daniel had discarded and placed it in the middle of the bed. There, that was what the heroine did in the movies, right? Build a pillow wall to protect herself from the hero’s advances?

Satisfied with her brilliance, Adriana started settling in. She hung up the garment bag with her maid of honour dress in the small wardrobe, unpacked her toiletries and nightclothes. Thank God, she’d packed her modest pyjamas — not like she usually wore sexy stuff to bed anyway. She was shooting a text off to Carmen when the door opened.

Finally. 

“I hope you didn’t fin —“ The words died on her lips. Daniel was standing in the doorway — completely bare chested.

He was vigorously drying his curls with one towel and had another slung loosely around his hips. It sat so low, exposing his Adonis belt that Adriana feared one tug, and the towel would come loose. She could tell he had barely dried himself coming out of the shower, because she could see the sheen of moisture on his golden skin. She watched in fascination as a droplet of water coursed down from the base of his neck, over the ridges of his abs to get lost in his happy trail. The soft hair there swirled around his navel to disappear into the unexplored underneath his towel.

“Left you some hot water.” He was smirking as he looped his towel around his neck.

Oh God, his neck. His big beautiful neck.

Don’t show him you’re flustered. Adriana cleared her throat, carefully averting her eyes from all that male exquisiteness in front of her. “Thank you.” She said as she gathered her things, making sure she kept a safe distance from him on her way to the bathroom.  She closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it. 

She needed a cold shower — or maybe to douse herself in some holy water. 

~

DANIEL LAID DOWN on the bed.

For some reason, the pillow he had discarded was in the middle. He kicked it to the foot of the bed and settled down more comfortably, propping his arms behind his head. He smiled slightly as he remembered the way Adriana had checked him out coming out of the shower — she thought she had been inconspicuous about it, but he’d seen the self-conscious way she had touched her throat, the blush on her face.

He could hear the water running in the bathroom. He imagined the water running over her curves. The water droplets glistening on her skin. Those slim hands slathering the soap all over her body. 

Calm down, he reminded himself. So what if the attraction between them was mutual? He was not going to do anything about it. She hated his guts and he had already offended her once. He wasn’t going to do it again by making a move on her. Just then, the door opened and Adriana came out, fumbling with the light switch to the bathroom.  She was wearing a striped pajama set.

Very proper. Very sexy.

The steam from the shower had brought out the curls in her hair, a few ringlets framing her face rather enticingly. She looked soft, fuckable.

Adriana skirted the bed, her eyes quickly darting to where Daniel was sprawled out. Thank god he’d gotten dressed, even if the sweats and T-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the hard lines of his body, the soft material of the old sweats cupping that part of him just so, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She was mad at herself for being attracted to him because she knew if she got involved with him, it would only end in heartbreak for her and she didn’t think she could handle having her heart broken twice. 

She frowned when she saw her pillow wall had somehow ended at the foot of the bed. Wordlessly, she picked it up and placed it back. 

Daniel was looking at her quizzically, one of his eyebrows quirked in question. She mirrored his expression, lifting one of her eyebrows in challenge. She had to hide her smile of triumph when he shrugged, seemingly accepting not to question why she wanted to have a pillow between them. 

She got in bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

They both laid in the dark, their breaths falling into sync in the silence. Adriana willed herself to sleep, but even with the pillow between them, she could feel the heat from Daniel’s body. She wanted to burrow into his warmth, but all the things they’ve said stood between them. 

Daniel was bone-tired, he knew he had to sleep, but just like how it was after a bad race, his mind kept replaying that moment – Adriana sitting so forlorn in the car, looking hurt. Colder than a witch’s tits. He was truly an idiot.

He knew from her carefully measured breathing that she was still awake. He could feel the same tension he felt in his body radiating from hers. 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly into the silence.

His only indication that Adriana had heard him was the slight hitch in her breathing.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not going to hide behind any excuses and pretend I am not blameless.” He shifted on his side, his eyes roving on her face. Even in the dark, he could make out the beauty mark near her upper lip. “Will you forgive me?”

They stayed suspended for a moment, Daniel’s breath fanning the hair at her temple. 

Adriana’s heart stuttered. How could she tell him that her supposed animosity against him was her self-defence mechanism to protect her heart from him? That deep down, she knew it would be so easy to fall in love with him and in the end, she would be the one with the broken heart while he would leave unscathed? 

Without answering, she turned on her side, giving him her back and shielding herself from his eyes. Daniel didn’t move for a moment. Then, Adriana felt the bed shift as he turned on his other side with a sigh. After a few minutes, she heard his breathing becoming deeper and slower — he’d fallen asleep. 

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[carmenized-onions]

chap pap 2 - electric boogaloo (well actually it’s about plumbing)

you ever start writing and you just cannot seem to find an end so you keep going forever? yeah. - 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ i would kill to read your drafts anyhooo

Sitting in the back corner booth (your favourite) with Syd - yoooo the one she sat in with carmy and also mikey’s carving!! tony’s restaurant!! the circles are circling

“You wish you were dead when you’re there, but you’d rather be dead than do anything else?” - onion you are just describing life on a movie set (also i want to find a new nickname for you but i’m struggling)

“Dad cut the cord on his business phone when it transferred to me” - not entirely true now is it chippy!! well maybe it is but i just remember the thing about her not wanting people to be able to reach her after mikey

squidink are so cute, their lil morning date, and what’d you know they shared a smoochy smooch after

You would argue you're not even that close, but he'd slap you upside the head. - AS HE SHOULD!! (i’d go to war for their friendship)

you told Mikey he was getting a mold problem. - chippy is just superior

“S’been a while since he’s had a good influence.” - chippy being close with louis and eva just makes me:’))))

“I’m just saying, you’re alike.” - the way they all see it. oh be still my beating heart

He makes you jump for it - my 5’1 ass would be fucked. i mean i would TRY, trust, but

if you take all his names. - kicking ass and taking names, literally

On your way to the kitchen, you’re stopped and walked backwards to a booth in the corner by Richie. - this makes me emotional. i love them so much stop

not Richie coming with your ice water, but Carmen - pookie!!! wait now i just see the word poo, okay scratch that- BABYBOY!!!<3<3

He pauses mid slide into the booth, sitting across from you. He seemed all cool and collected and is now suddenly extremely caught off guard. Already sweaty. “Y-yeah, I’m better, thank you—” - this is the cutest interaction in the whole series. YEAH I SAID IT

“Carmy is fine. Tony is fine?” “I’m doing okay, yeah.” - HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO BE UNHEALTHILY OBSESSED WITH THEM

You nod down at the dish. “Do the thing.” - i mean i know she’s the guy, but the way they seem so comfortable with each other (like old friends) already is so special to me

Two things can be true - they can!!

“It’s the plate, isn’t it? I told Syd—” - the plate 🥹 rip to a real one (jk it survived, but it was almost a frisbee)

You put a hand on his knee to stop the shaking - now i’m shaking

You’re nothing. You’re— - she and carmy are soooo similar ugh

“Who needs a coffee? Or water?” - my fave barista!!

Marcus has fresh coffee beans (that he’s willing to share!) - marcus crumb<33 backgroud bestieee

It’s too worth it, when she says it like that and slaps your cheek - it would add like 10 years to my life for sure

You switch it for a spiced coffee when he’s not looking. He’s silently very thankful. - chip really is that girl we knew she was

supreme favouritism - which carmy later gets<3

“It’s the one oat milk latte I made.” - oat milk!!!

then darts looks over her shoulder like she’s making an under the table deal - i love them and their schemes so much

Fak running by you to steal a coffee off your tray. - he’s so funny aidjeiri

“Collector’s item...” You nod / “That’s what I fuckin’ said!” - don’t think i forgot about this. i actually have not moved on from this moment

You pivot your shoulder for him to throw it over, hands too busy. / He throws it over your shoulder. - THEY’RE SO!!!!!

“Oh, fuck, missed your twists, Chip.” - he’s so💓💖🫶🏼💕

“Fuckin’ terrible, Carm.” - the way mikey would say this oh OH

Why it shot water straight at my tits— Close your eyes - i know he looked away but like 😁😁😁

removing your walls have completely shattered his. - yo this is so cute??

we must remember, I love Syd. - we must remember that is her gf

“You can’t take yourself?” “Bitch?” - LMFAOOO

“Like… an hour?” “It had been 23 minutes.” - Lakskfkfirorikr remember when we had ALL the comedy

“You’re doing a good job, Carmy.” - 🥹🥹🥹 i miss them so much

You’re considering a career in stand up exclusively for him because it feels like such a reward to hear it. - *evaporates*

“I’d say yeah, probably not ready for a relationship” - he is with the right person (please please please)

oh! i almost forgot but what is chip’s coffee order? i was thinking it seems plain based on the writing (her offering to swap if he didn’t like her fancier take) but i could also see her fucking with some syrups

“I know you’re a Michelin star fuckin’ big deal but like, me personally, I can’t name a thing I got perfect the first time I did it.” - i see how similar she and mikey is now, i really do. carmy you’re in love with your brother - well a mix of your brother and yourself

The Berf shall prevail. - aSJHDHEBSBA ONION

For a Bear, she sure knows how to poke one. - YOUR WRITING!!! mwah mwah mwah

“There’s something about a handywoman that Fak cannot match.” - real

She chuckles, slightly. There is something about you that feels familiar. - *clutches chest*

reading the old chapters now is so!!! like knowing the back story and how certain things are panning out (at least for now) just makes it even more enjoyable to read and to catch all your lil hints. you smartass.

Had to answer one last thing before bed (GUESS WHO DIDN’T FINISH THE DRAFT FUCK!!! But I’m like,,, like closing in,, i think,,, I do hate this last scene so far I think I have to barf out all the nonsense and pull back. Pray for me)

You think you would love to read my drafts but if you did you would find— Well actually, here, here’s a list of just some of the edits/beats I wrote for Something to Do. 

Should I be sharing my behind the scenes secrets? Probably not but eh it’s fine. Something to Do had I think the most edits out of any chapter. NONE OF THAT MATTERS THOUGH BABY WE’RE TALKING ABOUT CHAPTER 2 I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU AWARE THAT MY DRAFTS ARE,, , BAD. 

Anyways. The circles are fucking CIRCLING. I love(d) injecting world moments like that that weren’t all that relevant in the moment but LATER you’re like OH YEAAHHH THAT THING FROM EARLIER!! Chekov’s table carving. 

100% I’m describing a set, I honestly did just assume every career is like working on a set— You all not in film also wanna die at your jobs but if you weren’t you’d explode, right? Right? I made the right career choice? Right? 

Also NEW NICKNAMES— I don’t love Onion but it seems it has been chosen. And I must live with my fate. Could do Caramel? No one’s gonna do caramel. On my main I am salt, so you could do Salt but I do not imagine this will catch on. 

She’s a fucking LIAR!!! This I think was the one full lie I ever let Tony tell. Everything else is pretty much true or of omission but this one yes, she just stopped fuckin’ payin it. Dad’s a business man!! Of course he wouldn’t just cut the cord— You liar pants Tony!!!

100% canon every time the camera cuts on squidink you can assume they kissed in between scenes. Canon i said it!!

This chapter is so telling to re-read, because you can really tell how disjointed Chip feels, without Mikey here— To me, at least. Like, the friendship she has/had with Richie is so barely present with him in this chapter— And she THINKS they’re not close!!! Bitch!!! It’s been you two the whole time!!! I love seeing how much this changed, by Ad Interim. Our baby got her groove back. And you can see it w/ Tina too! I love my mother…. Boots the house…. She’s so very good at seeing people now, I love HER!!!

BABYBOY TIME!!! Cutest interaction in the whole series you say?? Yeah that’s probably true. I was gonna say I gotta try to one up myself but to be fair there’s something about introductions that can’t be matched. Alas. Perchance (you can’t just say—).

100% this was Tony being the guy per usual but I also think like, she’s real special cause she knows Carmen pretty well through word of mouth— To her they are kinda like old friends. And I think that’s also what contributes so well to her COMPLETELY DISARMING HIS ASS as he gets to know her back lmao.

That plate was so fucking close to being frisbee’d— It was gonna be this whole tragic mirroring scene to a scene I had considered with Mikey but pivoted because it just ,,,, did not hit. That plate sure would’ve hit the fuckin wall though yesssiirrrr— (I have much to say about the You’re Nothing, but I will get into that in a later ask down the line I SWEAR THERE’S A WHOLE THING!!)

Anyways, favourite barista !!! I love that Chip has essentially learned every trade by wanting to impress someone. Her dad, Syd, Mikey. She’s so people pleaser. Number 1 people pleaser, my beloved. And then she makes Carmen arguably one of the best coffees!!  Immediately trying to impress him after 2 fucking seconds. She’s so fucking dumb. I love her. She is me and I am her. 

I would actually love to hear ad nauseam why The Berf shirt is so unforgettable. Actually no I get it. It’s them. This whole moment is just very them. You can see their friendship start to finally peek out and it’s a real joy. 

“Fuckin’ terrible, Carm.” - the way mikey would say this oh OH

AND THE CROWD HISSES IN PAIN!!!! Yessir, yessirrrrrrrr— She is SO THE GUY SHE IS SO MIKEY!!! THE FRUITS OF MY LABOUR!!

We’ll come back to this sweetness and comedy eventually. Maybeee. We got some in Something to Do— they’ll be FINE!!

Now Chip’s coffee order— This honestly went unwritten for so long for a couple reasons. 1 - I rarely drink coffee so I suck at having opinions. 2 - Tony is really just an OC at this point but it is still technically insert, so like, whatever YOUR coffee is, is her’s.

But like… now? Between u and me? And the 3 other people that will actually bother to read this ask? I think she’d do a cortado. Half steamed milk, Half espresso. It’s simple so it’s very switchable but I think still very her, yknow?

100% She is just a blend of Mikey and Carmen. HEY HALF MILK HALF ESPRESSO!!!! LETS GO!!! IT’S A METAPHOR NOW FUCK YEAH!!! Now is she a blend of them because I deeply relate to both brothers and really just fuckin stuck my whole self into Tony? …. .i decline to speak at this time

THE BERF!! SHALL!! PREVAIL!!! I need to buy a Berf shirt. Maybe I will use my ko-fi money (i love u) to buy a Berf shirt. Collector’s item. 

The whole Nat scene is SUCH A TOUGH READ AFTER TWO STEPS BACK HONESTLY,,, THEY BOTH HANDLE GRIEF IN SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS AND IT’S SUHKFJSFKH FUCK!!! And Natalie just seeing Mikey in her, like fucking everyone does— It’s just so— I’m fuckin DYING!!

Also. I’m so glad tumblr blurs ask photos because I remembered looking at these and then I forgot what they were and then i got to look with fresh eyes again and have a giggle all over again. THE MIRRORJEG— (processing an emotion)I’ll include these in a comp eventually, but here are some from my collection. Meme exchange, only fair.

I LOVE YOU AS ALWAYS KISS KISS I AM NOT GONNA GET TO SHOWER TONIGHT I’M GONNA HAVE TO GO TO WORK WITH AN OILY SCALP AND IT’S YOUR (my) FAULT!!

[lost-walmartbag]

Marjorine x reader pt 3

Playlist: Like the sun

Warning: swearing

Background: You start your rejection therapy.

Status: Ongoing

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'Rejection Therapy

It'd been a while since you and Marjorine made your arrangement. And while you had taught Marjorine a lot more about sewing and Marjorine had tried her best to teach you to be more social, you still hadn't made many friends. Marjorine would come over and you'd teach them how to sew while they teach you how to be more comfortable around people.

"So then you pin this part." You mutter pinning the back of the skirt you made on your mannequin.

"Can you still cut the length after this?" Marjorine asked looking at the skirt closely.

"Yeah, but you need to make sure the threads don't get all weird at the bottom." You say looking over at them.

Your phone went off and you sigh putting down your measuring tape, pins, and scissors. This is how you two managed how to handle the time you had with each other. You would have an hour of teaching Marjorine before school and then after the hour Marjorine had all school day to teach you. You grab your bag and head out with Marjorine.

"Ok, now it's my turn," They said grabbing her bag and following you. "Ok, so I thought about a new game we could do."

"Will it make me want to kill myself?" You ask sarcastically as you walk outside.

"Hey, you're using sarcasm," They said with a smile. "But I hope not? Anyway, we're gonna start your rejection therapy."

"Rejection therapy?" You ask confused.

"You're not gonna like this but you have to get really uncomfortable around strangers." They said nervously making you shake your head.

"Nope no not doing it." You say as you walk faster.

"Come on Y/N you need to. You won't get comfortable if you don't get uncomfortable." They said catching up with you.

"Come on Leo that's too much. It's bad enough you started making me order our food when we go out. Now you're gonna make me look like an idiot." You said with a frown.

"We'll start off slow I promise." They said taking your hand as you approached the school. "Come on trust me."

You look at them and sigh. "Fine but only if I can use you as my mannequin."

"Deal." They said with a smile as you two walked into school. "Now your first task is simple. Go up to Jimmy to ask him to tell you a joke."

"Do I really have to?" You asked looking up at them.

"You made a deal." They said letting go of your hand and pushing you towards Jimmy who was taking a book out of his locker.

You took a deep breath and stood next to Jimmy's locker. You knew who Jimmy was, he was like the most popular person in school just from how nice he was but you'd never spoken to him.

"H-hey Jimmy." You say catching his attention to which he closed his locker and looked over to you with a smile.

"H-hey w-w-what can I d-do for y-you?" He asked

You hesitate for a second but try your best to calm down. "C-can you tell me a j-joke?"

Your face turns bright red and you close your eyes tightly waiting for him to say no, but Jimmy's smile grows wider. "O-of c-course!"

You look up at him and see he was more than excited to fulfill your request. You nod and stand up straight.

"D-did you h-hear that the e-e-economy is s-so bad a p-picture is not only w-worth 200 words," Jimmy said and then smiled seeming to pause for your laughter.

You look at him for a second and then burst into giggles which seemed to please Jimmy.

"W-wow what a great audience." He said making you only laugh harder.

Once you finally composed yourself you look up at him with a smile. "Thanks, Jimmy. I'll see you around." You say seemingly more confident and turn back to Marjorine.

"See wasn't so bad." They said with a smile.

"Ok yeah maybe you do have some good ideas." You said playfully punching their shoulder causing them to laugh.

As you two walked to class a group of boys walked up to you both interrupting the conversation you were in the middle of. You recognized a few of them. You knew Cartman as a wrestler that was actually good at what he did but was mostly known as an asshole. You knew Kyle from the class he had with you and Marjorine. But you didn't know the tall blonde and the guy with black hair next to them.

"Oh hey, fellas," Marjorine said with a smile.

It was clear they all knew each other which made you a bit nervous because you hadn't spoken to the guys before. You move closer to Marjoine gently reaching for their hand for comfort which they gladly give you.

"Hey, Butters do you have the answers for geometry?" The black-haired boy asked.

"Oh I don't I'm sorry, but.." They started and then looked over at you making you blush and shake quietly pleading with your eyes for them not to do what they were about to do. They of course ignored you. "Y/N does."

You shut your eyes tightly and cringe when the words left their mouth. The guys then turn their attention to you.

"Do you mind if we see them you'd be a lifesaver?" The blond said stepping closer to you causing you to take a step back slightly hiding behind Marjorine now.

"Woah is she ok?" Cartman said with a laugh making you even more embarrassed.

"Hey, it's ok," Marjoine whispered to you with a smile. "Think of it as your second task."

You nod and take a deep breath. You slowly reach into your bag and hand them your homework which they all pass around to take pictures of the paper.

"How did you even figure this out? It's so fucking confusing." Kyle muttered examining the paper which was ripped out of his hands by Cartman.

"I-it's not that hard honestly the teacher just doesn't know how to explain it well. Honestly, I just look up the lesson on youtube and watch videos on it in class and ignore the teacher." You say stepping out from behind Marjorine looking up at Kyle. "Look let me see the paper real quick."

The blond boy took the paper from Cartman's hands and handed it to you. The boys surrounded you as you casually explained how to solve the problems. The blond boy wrapped his arm around your shoulder which you hadn't even noticed as you were too into explaining.

"Wow, it actually doesn't look that hard." The black-haired boy said.

"Yeah, Butters your girlfriend is pretty smart." Cartman teased making you blush.

Marjorine blushed and took your hand pulling you away from the boys. "We're just friends." They muttered.

"Oh yeah?" The blond boy said with a smirk looking down at you.

"W-we should go, class, is bout to start," Marjorine said taking dragging you to class with them.

You gladly followed but when you looked back the boys were staring at you two and the blond boy still had a smirk on his face as he waved. You turned back to Marjorine and blushed harder.

Once you two walked into class and took your seats you looked over at Marjoine and saw they were still blushing. You scooted a bit closer and put your hand on their forehead.

"You ok?" You asked quietly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean for them to think we were a couple." They muttered avoiding eye contact with you. "I understand if you want to stop being friends."

"Leo." You say touching their cheek for them to face you. "It's ok. I don't mind. I don't want to stop being with you like this."

They blushed and nodded. You smiled and sat down in your seat normally leaving Leo there a blushing mess. You put your head in your hand becoming a blushing mess of your own. Was it really that bad that people thought you were a couple? Should it bother you? Why does it kind of make you happy?

A/N: I know I'm sorry for barely posting 😭 idk what's wrong with me but guys I can barely stay awake anymore. MB im trying my best to stay awake to write these so hopefully i can upload kenny pt 4 tomorrow but i make no promises. Anyway love you all so so so so so much thank you for reading. 🩷

[starlight-bread-blog]

Helluva Boss is Mean to its Audience

Helluva Boss, the show, is mean. This isn't an attack on anyone who worked on the show. This is also not an attack on people who like Helluva Boss. If despite all of the things I'll discuss you still enjoy the show than good for you!

PREMISE:

Helluva Boss is about IMP, a business run by low class demons in hell. They're assassines who kill targeted humans for their clients. It's a work place comady with an edge.

Damn! That's a really cool and original premise. But is Helluva Boss really any of these things? Currently we have 9 episodes (excluding the pilot) but only 3 of them are actually about the business. And based on seank pics, leaks and set up from season 1 it doesn't seem like the show is interested in telling the story that they promised.

I'm sure a lot of people, including me, were disappointed that the show isn't actually about the amazing premise.

Helluva Boss promises an awesome premise only to focus on whatever they feel like focusing on.

LORE:

Helluva Boss takes place in hell, which means there are a lot of basic rules to establish, both the basics of how the world operates, and in order to understand the stakes and plot.

Case and point, how does death works for demons? We need to know this because death is at stake on multiple epidodes, but we don't know what's at stake. Another example is the threat of getting discovered by humans. We're told that if IMP will get discovered, there will be serious consequences. What serious consequences? Are they gonna go to jail? Is there even jail in hell? Are they gonna get killed? But wait we don't even know how death works. Who's enforcing this? The questions that arise from Helluva Boss are endless. What are Stolas's powers?

Did you ever realise that they never explain the rings of hell? They mention them a lot, yeah, but they never explain that there are seven rings, one for each sin, stacked on top of eachother. What's the difference between each ring?

Well, if you do want to understand these basics that should be in the show, than I have some sad news for you. You're gonna have to watch hours of livestreams and podcasts. While taking everything with a grain of salt because the information could be outdated. If you even find the information. You shouldn't have to go on twitter to find something as basic as this:

This is not a "fan fact", it's information that should be in the show. But when you aren't this lucky to find a screenshot of a tweet.. I'm so sorry.

Helluva Boss doesn't bother explaining important and/or basic information to its audience. And gives them the massive chore of sitting though all the livesteams and podcasts to potentially find answers to their questions.

CONTRADICTIONS:

The rules that are established, are contradicted by the show. You have to take everything with a grain of salt, because the show will do whatever it wants.

An example could be the need for human disguises. In Spring Broken we're told that it's forbidden to go to the human world wothout disguises, you can't be spotted by humans. But in that very episode humans spot Moxxie and mistake him for a possum, and it was played off as a joke.

But wait! In C.H.E.R.U.B they take very good care to not be spotted. And when they aren't in disguises in Truth Seekers, they're caught by an FBI-like organization. Okay so human disguises are a must! Right? Well no!

Because in Seeing Stars Moxxie and Millie straight up profit from the attention. But aren't there government officials after them? All Octavia got was a couple of weird looks?

And wait if all the sudden it's not super dangerous why did Blitzø try to get a costume while the other characters are just casually walk as demons? Druing my first watch of Seeing Stars I waited for the agents to show up. This was so confusing.

Another instance of this happening is with Stolas's affair. We're told (and shown) that Stolas's affair is scandalous, that it should be kept a secret. And yet:

Stolas "flirts" with Blitzø on a stage in front of a big crowd. You're left thinking: So Stolas's affair is a secret but not to those people? Why is that? Is that because of their low status? But they can start rumors..

The show has these sort of inconsistencies while you're the one doing all the work to make it make sense. But it's not canon. I'm sure many audience members were confused after trying to understand why the show didn't follow its rules these times, but not on other times. You can't trust anything the show says, because it doesn't remember.

Helluva Boss establishes rules only to ignore them, yet simultaneously follow them. Creating confusion and frustration because the show does whatever it wants with no regard to the actual people watching.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT:

Helluva Boss has a lot of big moments of meaningful character development. These moments leave the audience excited for the next episode, expecting a paradigm shift and a (sometimes) massive change in the status quo.

For instance, in Loo Loo Land Stolas and Octavia had a conversation in which Stolas realised that his affair is seriously hurting Octavia. It appares that Stolas will Stop "flirting" with Blitzø and try to fix the broken home he's creating.

Another example would be in Truth Seekers. Moxxie and Blitzø have a heart to heart about their partnership, the development is that going foreword Blitzø will treat Moxxie with respect.

But do any of these moments stick?

Wouldn't you know it, in the next apparence it's like the big development never happened. They even reference the events of Loo Loo Land in the very episode where they ignore them, because that's the type of middle finger you get for caring.

Helluva Boss does massive developments, gets it's audience excited to see the change, only to ignore it completely sometimes as soon as an episode later.

SIDE NOTE:

Remember when Helluva Boss straight up clickbaited us?

Loona and Octavia were together for like two minutes.

CONCLUSION:

Helluva Boss constantly punishes it's audience for their sheer investment in it. The premise, the worldbuilding, the contradictions anf the character development – It's just mean.

To have the show make sense on a very basic level you need to work. You need to watch livesstreams and listen to podcasts, you need to rationalize inconsistencies in characters you were very invested in, for a show that promised you something really special only to ignore it.

I honestly feel so bad for the fans who are getting slapped in the face for caring. This shouldn't be the viewing experience for any show. What a mean way to be treating an audience.

[fabulous109]

My Light- Embry Call fanfic

Chapter 1-Emily

"Emmett. Stop. Seriously!" I begged as he was trying to see how high he could throw me and succeed in a safe catch without me falling in the snow. As usual, he overestimated his ability to truly catch me safely, leaving me with a broken wrist, three broken fingers, and an incredibly powerful urge to kill him again. Dad (Carlisle) fixed it up and declared it would be perfect within a few weeks since it was not as bad as the bruising and swelling seemed. Either way, anyone can imagine I was ecstatic to leave our cabin in Denali and get away from my brother. He always gets this way when he knows I am fixing to leave for more than a few hours....okay when he knows I am leaving. He isn't so bad if I can sneak away. If strangers didn't know the truth about my family, they would think either he was seriously overprotective or down straight weird. I can't deny either of those assumptions, but in reality he is actually simply jealous. Jealous of my friends in La Push. He gets nine months of the year with me, he can deal.

He quickly changed his tune once mom was involved. I for one was glad for the repreve from his constant whining about me leaving. Each year I believe it actually gets worse. I wonder if his problem is that I am 17 and it is my last summer in La Push until it is up to my choice. I graduated high school finally, but the agreement was that upon my 18th birthday I can make that decision, among others that I have been blocking out of my brain for several months now.

My birthday is in August. The end of the summer. Normally I look forward to it with a bonfire at the beach to send me off until the next summer. A slew full of last are coming and my anxiety is getting hard to manage. Jasper is struggling to control it at times too. He is pretending to not be worried, but I know his facial expressions. He is. I think part of it is Embry. It's always Embry. We aren't dating and he seems more distant as the days go. Yeah, we text all the time, but the calls are awkward lately. I like to pretend it is his way of getting up the courage to ask me out, but mostly I think it is because he is interested in another girl. The guys promised he wasn't, even Billy randomly texted me one day to tell me to quit worrying, I am still all he talks about. Then why can't he talk to me? Better yet, ASK ME OUT!

Reality is that if he doesn't, I have to confront him at the end of the summer. Jacob and Billy are determined that he will because they claimed to have a plan. Three months doesn't seem like enough but as always June 1-August 31 will be his time slot. Quil is looking forward to "Embry confessing his undying love". That was one text at 3 am followed by a series more with phone calls waking me up to ask if I received them. Quil 3 am bud. Funny enough all the guys were up playing video games and Quil didn't want Embry to see the messages since last time Embry gave him a black eye. It was rough housing as Billy called, but it started from Embry's embarrassment. He claimed he was working on it, but the entire La Push community wanted him to work faster. 12 years was long enough. Jacob really enjoyed telling me that story in deep details. He knew I would've asked. Jacob enjoyed spreading the news.

I had another reason for needing to know his feelings. I was madly in love with the guy since we were 5, but I wanted to move there. I made my decision the day I met Embry. I wanted to be human because he was. What if I had both options because he didn't want me? I could visit them and just say I moved away after a while. There is always a way to fake photographs of me aging with a fake family or something. Thinking about the pain, I didn't want to find out how it felt or if I was brave enough. I loved chocolate too much too and waffles. Five Guys burgers always were our favorite spot right outside of Forks. Okay the food is enough to stay human. That is something I can always lean on, I can hang with the guys- food trips, summers in La Push, late night sleepovers. I mean it is kinda inevitable since I live at Billy's house, although there are open door policies and his room is between Jake's and mine. Billy trust us, fate however gave me that deal of a sleeping arrangement since the guest bedroom is the first one you come to. It is also right beside the living room where the guys usually all sleepover for more room to sprawl out. My mother is more than happy with this arrangement. As we became teenagers, she became even more overbearing at times. Besides the boys part, she is in my corner and takes my shenanigans all in good humor. Except broken anything.

"SHUT UP! You KNOW I go every year. I don't understand why this year makes as big of a difference to you and the way you are acting." Emmett stared at her, not knowing the words to choose to where she could see that La Push isn't the place to spend her life. Esme gave Emily a look for shouting, and told Emmett she has had enough of him today with the incident that resulted in my injuries earlier that day. Also, he is not the dictator of where I live, when I travel, who I see or marry since I am almost an adult. I do. "I just think a cruise to Antarctica would be a better way to spend your summer. Ouu what about a trip to Africa and we can see great white sharks? I'll even promise not to use you as bait or shove you out of the cage if you go cage diving! Please Emily don't go". I literally asked mom if there was blood pouring down my ears since I think he had finally busted them. "Emmett, I am not married to you so stop acting like it. I know Rose said she would trade you for a new handbag but she was kidding. I wouldn't share a cabin on a ship because knowing you, you would jump off the top deck just for fun knowing the water won't cause hypothermia and I would have to explain why you aren't dead yet without laughing cause you actually are. You would use me as shark bait even if you promise. You been obsessed with Megalodon for years now." Emmett opened his mouth to continue with more absurd reasons that I knew had no backing as his promises would not be as wonderful as he made them sound.

Esme shot him one final look making him get the hint to walk away, then turned to me. "I know about Embry. Don't let a guy change or make up your mind about anything, including Emmett. He is a spoiled baby." "I heard that!", he called from upstairs. At a normal voice Esme replied, "Good, you were meant to. Now stop interrupting!" I rolled my eyes and she continued, much to my embarrassment and honestly a little annoyance since I wanted to keep him a secret so long from them all. "I know the end of the summer brings many choices. Do what you have been looking into if you want or anything else. Your dad and I stand behind you as long.." "....as long as I am being a kind person making moral choices based on high standards for happiness without settling. Yes mom I know." I appreciated the fact that she didn't let the secrets that I have been looking for a home in Forks to start my career. Every summer since I was 12 I have helped out at the bakery and some of my original recipes are still featured on the menu. I have been offered a job upon becoming 18 as the manager of the whole bakery, including full discretion on the menu offerings, catering procedures, and even starting a delivery service for smaller everyday orders. The problem with that is that we don't make to order unless it is scheduled weeks in advance. Right now, trying to have a system that updates on my daily inventory to customers in real time is not worth the time and money it will cost to get started.

The issue I am currently having is really starting to get annoying- Emmett. I want to tell everyone my dilemma and talk it out. He can't change Embry due to Billy's conditions, but he thinks he has leverage to control me for this decision. I know open hearts, minds, and ears will not be there. Something will be broken trying to control his anger. There will be a total stand-off with him and everyone on my side for weeks maybe years. He won't handle it well. What I am not understanding is why though since he knows he can move back to Forks. Billy always claimed it was something with the elders, nothing to be worried about that made that decision. He would never claim his opinion either way suspiciously, but did say he was following their wants and wishes from the past. I also know something very bad must of happened to make it to where he knew about my family and to make them stay away. I will be 18 at the end of the summer and I just wish we can all move there together. That way within 30 minutes pending weather and traffic I can go see both of my families. Whenever I bring it up though, he gets a weird look on his face and walks away. Obviously he is hiding whatever his reason is.

Embry's romantic feelings will determine my decision. I am not going to look into the eyes of someone who I professed my love to and did not receive theirs in return for the rest of my life. I think I would rather melt into oblivion of shame and embarrassment elsewhere, preferably warm and sunny. I guess since our flight is tomorrow we can let the 3 month countdown begin, as Quil decided to text me again at 3 am.

[the-casbah-way]

im fucking wheezing about that last post lmao. he WOULD. anyway please share the failed marriage lore <3 i love them -rivstyx

i could write an entire prequel on octavius and amelia's cringefail marriage alone but here is just a little lore off the top of my head

they went to rome for their honeymoon and wanted to kill each other after an hour because octavius just wanted to mansplain every monument and statue but amelia wanted to have a Proper Adventure and every time amelia tried to speak to a native to improve her italian octavius would correct her pronunciation before she could even finish her sentence and it got to the point where she was literally begging him to stop talking because he was annoying her so much <3

there was never a proposal. they were just eating dinner one night and it was like "everyone is expecting us to get married" "yeah" "we should probably do that then" "ok"

octavius never told amelia he was getting a cat he just showed up with one after work one day. and amelia started to get genuinely irritated very quickly because suddenly her emotionally constipated husband who has never shown affection in his life was cradling this cat like a newborn and calling it every pet name under the sun and talking to it in a stupid baby voice

all of amelia's friends hated octavius but her parents LOVED him which is half the reason she felt pressured to marry him in the first place. he was the rich successful man they always wanted instead of her and she always resented him for it even though she never said it

they tried couples therapy once but octavius kept zoning out because the therapist was really hot and amelia scrapped the whole thing because every session made her want to strangle him even more

they both hate their parents and it was one of the few things that kept them bonded during their marriage. whenever their parents would visit they'd both do terrible impressions of them while they weren't looking to try and make each other laugh

you know about the dreaded sexting incident but that's just the tip of the sexual nightmare iceberg. there's the time amelia accidentally said the name of one of her male colleagues during sex. the time octavius started getting bored and awkward and nervous during a blowjob and asked if he could read a book during it to distract himself. the time ahkmenrah walked in on them. the time ahkmenrah and octavius had sex literally an hour after the divorce papers went through. i could go on

octavius’ cat vomited on amelia’s favourite shoes once and it caused an entire year long ordeal because amelia was Very angry and octavius was very indignant and annoying about it because ‘well i’m sorry but she had to do it somewhere’ and every time they would go shopping amelia would see a nice pair of shoes and passive aggressively be like “i’m pretty sure i had a pair like that once. i wonder what happened to them— oh yes i remember now :)” and then the whole argument would start all over again

once amelia got jealous of one of octavius’ female colleagues because he was spending a lot of time with her and octavius genuinely could not understand why amelia was concerned about this because he completely forgot he was supposed to be pretending to be straight and into women

one of octavius’ deepest and darkest guilty pleasures is musicals which are amelia’s least favourite thing on this earth and sometimes she would catch him subconsciously singing something from a musical under his breath and she would be like can you please shut up and octavius would get very defensive about it because “its not my fault its stuck in my head someone was singing it at work i don’t even like musicals—” and amelia would be like “oh shut up ive heard you in the shower you liar” and it was like a whole thing

they both have the exact same dry overly british sense of humour so even when they ended up hating each other they were still painfully good at making the other laugh without even trying and they would both get bitter and frustrated about it

[jbird-the-manwich]

me, explaining the ethical climate of tumblr to my cat: "they pass around a photograph of two men standing next to each other, who may not even know they're on tumblr, with their shirts photoshopped to say "i'm he's" and insinuate these two, likely heterosexual, likely nonconsenting, random facebook users, -yeah! it's fucked up -, anyway, they pass that around, and they're all "they're in love <3", but then they're like, AI STEALS PICTURES when a puppy is machine generated on a leaf, cuz it's ai, and generating that one puppy didn't use any more water than an hour of 4k video streaming, especially not if the model was hosted on somebodies home computer, in which case it'd be an exponentially shrinking average of something like 50 seconds of desktop gpu time + ( training resources / every image generated), and post after post is this likely stolen picture of these real life dudes, battered around like public domain data when it clearly isn't and has been tampered with, and I didn't save the puppy, and now I can't find it, but I've seen these dudes 11 times today, and still no puppy on a leaf, even though the puppy at least has plausible deniability of not being stolen but a derivative work, at worst, and can't even be copywrited, while the facebook picture appears to be very stolen, from somebodies actual profile, so, if the purpose of a system is what it does, then a tumblr users purpose is to show me this picture of these probably straight dudes being circulated as a gay couple, with no regard for what that might do to them if they can't socially afford the stigma that being suspected of homosexuality can cause for men, while SPAMMING messages about the sanctity of peoples photos, which, the puppy has compromised, but this behavior has not, somehow......anyway, it's crude, it's citationless, you should be super glad that you're a cat right now and not like, trying to save a cute picture that's been publicly diagnosed with Bad while possibly witnessing the dawning of the next age of scientific repression snowballed from the financial interests of one or two industries actively working to steer public opinion against emergent technology rather than questioning pre-existing infrastructure for the sake of protecting their business interests.... again. like with rails. and clean energy. which ai could actually assist assuming people don't end up freaking out till they get it banne-"*the cat kills me mid-sentence in an interspecies act of mercy*

[dragonflylady77]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

Rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written fewer than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

I was tagged by the lovely @callieb this time around.

1. definitely better than being dead (on Ao3)

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too...

He listens to the noises in the room and the regular beeping of a machine close by tells him he’s in a hospital.

Huh.

This is new.

Neil never lets him go to the hospital, not unless he absolutely has to, like that time before they left Cali—no, not thinking about that.

2. Steve's pick (on Ao3) (Billy Hargrove Bingo)

“So you’ll do it?”

Steve sighed, wishing his shift would end already so he could go home and crash, instead of listening to whatever issue Dustin had had with Mike fucking Wheeler. Again. He looked at the clock. Half an hour to go. Wednesday afternoon shifts usually dragged but this one had to be the worst one ever.

“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Dustin, fine, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, never happier that the shop was currently deserted. He guessed that everyone was at the movies, catching the new releases. Lucky them.

“Steeeeeeeve!”

Henderson’s whiny voice pulled him back into the present.

“Oh my god, what? I’m at work, you know that right?”

“I am aware. But I also know there is no one there. It’s Wednesday, Steve. So will you tell Mike you agree we should let Max in the Party?”

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

3. finding peace together (on Ao3)

Then one day Steve shows up.

Because there's nothing keeping him in Hawkins anymore and he's had enough of the cold and the monsters and he always wanted to see the ocean.

And slowly Steve and Billy become friends. And Steve is absolute rubbish at surfing but it's okay because every time he falls off the board, it makes Billy laugh.

And Steve comes to realise that's his favourite sound. He can't wait to finish work every day and meet Billy at the beach. He lives to hear him cackle when he gets rolled by a wave.

4. a frankly ill-timed visit (on Ao3)

Steve stretches as he wakes up, arm reaching beside him to find the bed is cold. He knows it’s not very late by the way the sun doesn’t quite reach into the room yet. Billy always gets up so early, even when they’re up half the night making love to each other.

Steve yawns and stretches as he finishes waking up. His body is sore in that pleasurable way that says ‘I had a really good time last night’. He can smell the enticing aroma of fresh coffee and slowly realises that the noise he can hear coming from downstairs is actually voices.

Plural.

5. never fall for a straight guy (on Ao3)

Billy is browsing the movies in the Horror section at Family Video, trying to find something Max hasn’t seen yet, when he hears Harrington whisper from the counter.

“You deal with him.”

“Steve…” Buckley whines and Billy moves closer to the head of the aisle so he can hear better, while still pretending to be oblivious and looking at the titles.

“No, Rob. I can’t. Not after…” Harrington stops and Billy feels a pang in his chest.

6. Steve can't take it anymore (on Ao3)

"I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about."

There's blood on Billy's lip and Steve wants to wipe it off with his thumb.

"Get out"

He presses two fingers onto Billy's chest and gives a little shove. The skin is soft. And warm. So warm even though it's October and Billy's shirt is unbuttoned.

Billy stares, his tongue coming out to wipe his bottom lip, murder in his eyes.

Steve can't take it anymore. If the guy is gonna kill him, might as well give him a reason to. So Steve gives into the urge he's been fighting since he saw Billy in the carpark on that first day of school. Before he can second guess himself, he grabs both sides of the collar of Billy's shirt, pulls him close and plants his lips on the other guy's mouth.

7. wake me up (on Ao3)

"Billy?" Steve wipes the sleep from his eyes and tries to remember where he is. He feels really good but isn't sure why.

His boyfriend's muffled reply provides an answer.

8. we talked about this (on Ao3)

“Oh my god, pretty boy, just fucking do it already.”

Max freezes in her tracks in front of Billy's door, the juice in her cup sloshing from the sudden stop.

9. only the best (on Ao3)

"Munson!"

Steve looked up when he heard the familiar voice. Wasn't he supposed to be at work? "Billy?"

Sure enough, Billy was making his way through the trees to where Steve was sitting with Eddie Munson.

10. DELIGHTFUL (part of my Harringrove Micro Poems series on Ao3)

Daily loving casual touches getting bolder

Envying other couples who don’t need to hide

Languishing to be away from prying eyes

Wow.

I have more I'm working on , including fics for @billyhargrovebingo and the fic for the @harringrovezine and my @harringrovebigbang fic too!

Watch this space!!

no pressure tagging @discodeviant @spaceofentropy @thissortofsorcery @intothedysphoria @half-oz-eddie

[omamervt]

I still see bizarre critiques of Scarlet/Violet that betray a lack of understanding about the nature of gamedev so I wanna set a few things straight.

Now because this is the internet, I'm gonna get this out of the way. This is not a defense of GameFreak. They scaled too big considering they had a locked-in deadline beyond their control and a development pipeline that spreads decision-making way too thin between 3-4 separate entities. And this is certainly not a defense of The Pokemon Company International as a whole. They'd happily stop publishing games entirely if they thought they could sell plushies and figurines of brand-new Pokemon without them, and I frankly won't be shocked if they eventually try that.

Now first and foremost, as I'm sure many of you know, the Switch's hardware lags SO far behind its competitors. There are several reasons for this and I honestly can't fault Nintendo for some of them but that's the simple truth - from a modern standpoint, the hardware sucks. They basically just packed Wii-U hardware into a mobile device, and the Wii-U was just an Xbox 360 with a significantly worse video card.

But why is it that some games like Tears of the Kingdom run perfectly with no issues ever under any circumstances, and even other Pokemon games released the same year manage significantly better performance?

Well, long story short, those three games all decided to do the exact same thing, ran into the exact same problem, and came up with three different solutions.

Starting with Tears of the Kingdom, a massive open-world action RPG/Puzzle game, they saw the limits of the hardware, knew there was only so many assets (items, environment art, NPCs, enemies, etc) they could keep onscreen without compromising the beauty and immersion of the world, and decided they were only going to have a handful of enemies on screen at a time. Usually groups of 10 or less. There are a handful of challenges with significantly more enemies, and the game performs noticeably worse in those areas. They also had fixed spawn locations. Enemies would always appear in the exact same spot, every time you go to that area. If you've killed the enemies in that area already, they won't come back until the Blood Moon resets all encounters on the map. The reset happens periodically to prevent a memory overload from crashing the game.

In this way, Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom were very expertly designed around some luxuries that a Pokemon game doesn't have. Pokemon games need to be able to populate an area with Pokemon. Pokemon need to respawn in that area more than once every 3 hours. Once again, though, an elegant decision was reached. First, they split the map up into 5 Areas, each about as big as the main Wild Area in Pokemon Sword/Shield. Then, they tied Pokemon spawns to a random seed. You know how Minecraft uses "seeds" to generate a new world, and putting in a custom seed affects how the world is generated? Yeah, it's the same concept but with Pokemon spawns. Then, they created a 24-minute Day/Night cycle. Every 6 minutes, the time of day would change. At the end of a full cycle, the seed would be regenerated, giving you a new set of pokemon in the area. You could prevent the generation of a new seed by "Sleeping" at camp, which would return you to an earlier point in the day, potentially allowing one seed to last significantly longer, and thereby reduce the amount of data stored in short-term memory when the seed is regenerated. Returning to Jubilife Village would dump leftover data from the previous seed(s), and generate new seeds for all 5 areas. Because of the seed, the game only needed to generate new pokemon while the scene was loading, which, if you spend less than an hour in a specific area at a time, took significantly less effort. And by creating some, quite frankly, bland environments with LOTS of big clearings where most of the Pokemon appear, they were able to have loads of Pokemon on screen at a time. Also, because the Pokemon are fixed to the seed, the exact same pokemon will spawn in if you walk far enough away from them to make them despawn. Nothing is decided in the moment, so no room for hiccups!

For Scarlet and Violet, GameFreak flew too close to the sun and got burned. Rather than use the smart system they came up with for Legends: Arceus, they wanted one big open world that'd be heavily populated with Pokemon, those pokemon would have minor interactions programmed in, and the player was given access to the whole map as soon as they finished the tutorial! And... oof, you can't put that on a seed anymore, it's too many moving parts over too big of an area! With virtually no areas to load into, you can't load the Pokemon from the next area all at once. You also don't have anywhere to hide a memory dump. The only two areas that aren't part of the same big open world are the city of Mesagoza, and Area Zero. So, pokemon spawn and despawn based purely on proximity to the player and the area the player is standing in. If the player leaves the pokemon's proximity, it's gone forever, and a brand-new pokemon is generated on the spot in its place. Even though it keeps the amount of assets on screen low, it's still a lot more ongoing work that the system has to do. And to trade off for that, they cut down on the amount of environment assets even further. EVERYWHERE in Paldea is a big open field. This game doesn't even have a proper forest, and no, Tagtree Thicket doesn't count. The trees are so sparse that you can't even properly call it a Thicket. It's an embarrassment to Thickets everywhere. And even with that compromise, there were STILL massive areas of the game that simply couldn't handle the amount of work that was needed to keep up with making these big, empty fields look populated.

Look, the point is, Scarlet and Violet don't suck because of corporate greed preventing them from getting a proper development cycle. Another year in the oven might have helped, but frankly it wouldn't have fixed this mess. The core issue at the heart of Scarlet and Violet is that GameFreak had a specific experience they wanted to deliver, they made massive compromises to deliver it, and in the end, those compromises weren't enough to provide a smooth experience. They should have split the map up the same way they did Legends: Arceus, with the school and Mesagoza as the hub area you'd return to after an expedition. It's perfectly set up for it, they just chose not to for some reason. If they had, they could have copied the setup they used to make Legends: Arceus work, and the game would have likely had significantly fewer performance issues.

But even so, I find it hard to fault them for trying. They did it because it's been clear this is the experience they've been building to ever since the series went 3D. Scarlet and Violet are the games they've wanted to make for a long time, and it's evident everywhere you look that a LOT of love went into building it. This game had possibly the best supporting cast of any Pokemon game ever, a story that focused on those characters rather than the world's lore, and an absolutely killer finale. Despite its technical flaws, it's a delight to play, and even after it's been out for months, I still can't put it down, and if the people making it didn't love what they were doing, I don't think that would be the case.