#your fave is in the gussies

[the-gussies]

Your fav is now part of The Gussies

Jerma985 is now in the Gussies

[grapecaseschoices]

I'd love to know some random facts about your Ocs! And since it's October, what would they dress up as for halloween? ❤️

Hrm.

Let's see:

TWC MCs:

Let's knock Kai out of there. Kai isn't doing that. Even Nat couldn't convince him. But he probably will do black nailpolish and eye shadow, maybe black lipstick. LOL. I think he actually does like Halloween aesthetically and filmly.

I think Pierre does something simple and maybe a tad [unexpectedly, to everyone except his close buds and Felix, who is his closest of buds ;-D] goofy. Maybe a funky tie or flower that if you press it says something silly. He might put on vampire teeth if it's like kids trick or treating. Felix could probably bully him into dressing up though or a couple's costume. Maybe someone/a pair from a book. Or something like a painter and their painting -- I feel that's win win; Felix gets to be creative and colorful, Pierre gets to make Felix happy and be a nerd.

Andy usually doesn't do Halloween -- the only times he might do a costume is for some office party [he shows up and then leaves] or for Verda's kids [but the latter is rarely asked for, blessed]. A gussy-upping of his suits. Maybe Dracula [haha] or a robber baron [I bet he owns a top hat and cane qwerrs lol]. I feel ONCE he was Lurch for the kids. Don't tell anyone, he didn't hate it.

Val usually goes as various rock stars -- especially between 60-80s and especially if they're big on black or white. It gives them a chance to show off their hair and make up skills. Once they definitely went as John Travolta in Grease, so.

It depends who Kendis is dressing for and where they're going. If it's something fun with friends or like an office party -- maybe something like Regine from Living Single or Max from the same show; a fave character of theirs [usually someone bitchy and/or sassy. Once they went as Regina George in a game I played them in, but with pants]. If it's for the kids -- something spooky, but appropriately so. Like Morticia Addams. If it's a late at night, adult's only, I can see them doing something like dream house murder barbie or tiana the undead -- taking something cute and making it horror [and sexy ofc].

Thanks for the ask! And happy october!

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Azelia going in, but one thing I will say about her, she is smart as a whip and a lot of her points hit. I actually think we need more Black music/pop critics who go off like that because it will fire up creativity in artists to prove them wrong. I know it stings the Beyhive, but there's nothing wrong with hard critiques of your faves. (Now we all know AB will go off the deep end sometimes, but she will cook and won't care and I welcome that audacity because Black women are never afforded the freedom to be audacious and hilariously messy) The problem is, stan culture today expects people to love everything their faves do and that is not true growth or appreciation. That's coddling babes, and the last thing we need is a coddled artist. We don't need more Kanye's, lol!

Sidenote: I'm actually liking the critiques of the Cowboy Carter album cover. I think the aesthetic is beautiful and Black rodeo coded. However there is something to be said about how we use imagey convey imagrey that reflects our Black country/cowboy roots too. To some, long flowing white hair, white horse, glimpses of an American flag and a red/white/blue fits is giving very ultra white American foundational conquest look, but it's also very subversive because the American flag is not centered and it's very rare for folks to see a Black woman gussied up in cowboy fare.

I would be very curious to see what Solange would've done with the entire rollout look had she been the art director for this project. One thing I think Solange did well with her own Black cowboy aesthtic with "When I Get Home" was keep it very Black and very Black southern with all the looks, wheras Beyonce was giving a lot of Dolly Parton/WW cosplay. I just saw the one picture of her wearing the Cowboy Carter banner nude with a cornrow wig and holding a cigar that looks like Solange's hair from her "Don't Touch My Hair" video, but other than that, Beyonce's looks have been very mainstream cowboy.

Intersting conversations are being had and I'm excited to hear the entire album and see the rest of the visuals.

[biggestdev]

The Bored Ape Eye searing event is even funner than you think it is

You may have seen some news recently, if you keep up with the nft space crashing and burning. The Bored Ape nft guys held a big concert in China where germicidial UV lights were put up instead of normal blacklights, causing eye injuries and skin damage.

That in it's own is goddamn hilarious, but what's even funnier is WHERE the harmful lights were! One of my fave youtubers, Big Clive, has an opinion. He's techie dude, I don't know his actual job, but some of his "on the road" videos suggest he's some kind of backstage electrician/lighting guy for big events like this. Anyway, he released a video where he breaks down each type of stage light used at the event:

He's fairly confident all the stage lighting/dj table is all proper blacklights or LED lights. As funny as it is to imagine, it's not likely that everyone stared awestruck at the stage as their eyeballs slowly started to smoke.

Instead, he suspect they were installed here:

The pictures he shows are of a photo-op booth off in the corner of the event space somewhere, with a weird "swamp-beach" asthetic, and toilets gussied up to look like they're covered in slime (is that a theme for bored ape stuff? Gross). He's pretty confident the light tubes used to ring the booth are the eye-searing UVC lights in question. Skip to about 6:20 in the video to hear his justifications, but i suggest watching the whole thing, it's pretty apparent he knows his stuff about lights, and imo has a captivating presentation.

I just think this makes the whole thing 100x funnier. Get punished for taking your shitty photo booth pic at the shitty monkey jpeg party, by being roasted online AND in real life! Funniest shit imaginable.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x GN Reader ɞ

Day 15: Roleplay

❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns, mentions of getting hard but no genitalia), gn reader (no pronouns, no genitalia), allusions to smut

"I feel like you're not taking this seriously."

You guffawed, offended that your boyfriend would suggest something like that.

"What? Of course I'm taking this seriously! I'm taking this so seriously, what're you even talking about?" Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, chuckling the slightest bit and shaking his head.

"If you're taking this seriously, then why aren't you playing the part normally?" You frowned, tilting your head.

"What do you mean?" He threw his head back, sighing loudly before looking at you once more. You were supposed to be a sexy nurse taking care of a sick patient (him), giving him much needed relief for his "illness". He assumed you would wear one of the numerous "sexy nurse" costumes available online, but you did no such thing. Maybe he should've discussed this with you beforehand, explaining that he didn't want you to pull out your scrubs and dress up like you were working a ten-hour shift at the nearby hospital.

Your hair was styled to minimize interruptions, black scrubs loose on your frame, clogs on your feet. Hell, you even had the fanny pack that held all your instruments and pens. It wasn't sexy at all.

"I mean," he started, stepping towards you, "that it's not sexy. You were supposed to be a sexy nurse." Your face twisted, confusion riddling your scowl.

"Huh? But this is how I dress when I go to work. How do you think nurses are supposed to dress?" He sighed again, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I thought you were gonna wear something scandalous, like one of those tight mini dresses with stockings and heels. This is just… It's not doing anything for me." You frowned, pouting as you fumbled with your fingers.

"So… you don't like how I look?" He took a deep breath, weighing his words.

"I never said that, babe. I love how you look, but this outfit isn't making me hard, ya know?" Your pout grew, lip jutting out, making him feel guilty.

"So, you're saying I got all gussied up for nothin?"

"'Gussied up'? Babe, all you did was put on your work uniform—"

He stopped when you lifted up your shirt, revealing the intricate black lace you were wearing. It hugged you deliciously, the bodice heightening your curves, squishing into your skin. His eyes trailed over your abdomen, drool pooling as he realized that you were wearing a garter belt, one that was no doubt holding up the stockings he was so interested in.

"I got this whole thing just for you, and you don't even wanna fuck me in it? I might as well just go change—"

"No! No no," he stopped you before you could walk away, tugging at your pants to look down at the pretty panties and socks underneath. "No, this—this is okay. You don't have to change."

"Huh? But you said—"

"Yeah, yeah, just forget I said anything and take this shit off so I can fuck you."

[annunakitty]

Of course I’ll send you something from one of those ask games! I’ll be less obnoxious than I was with my wife and only send you five: 2, 15, 40, 69, and 93.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Hm. I think I'm neutral on this. Let's get weird right out the gate, though, I do like the icy feeling of cold wintry air in my sinuses, especially when it makes me sneeze. I will not elaborate.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! I know plenty of weird space facts without needing to google. The center of the Milky Way is high in the molecule C3H6O2 (we can't use subscript on tumblr??????), the dominant flavor in Raspberries. (Ok fine I had to google the actual molecule but I already knew about it)

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? Ok this one is interesting. I've got 3 pieces which the story isn't "I bought this from amazon/etsy/ebay," and those are the little silver tree pendant, and a set of earrings and necklace with moissanite stones. The tree pendant my sister bought me and she probably doesn't remember, but I do and I wear it all the time.

The moissanite necklace and earrings were an anniversary gift from my father to his ex wife Lisa. She kept them all this time, and I visited last summer when I was driving cross-country from my mom's to home. Lisa offered me a place to stay and while I was there she gave me the earrings and necklace and I think we were both giving my father a mental "double-deuce" the whole time.

I haven't had a chance to get gussied up for something really nice to wear them yet though.

69: what are your favorite board games? Oh man a lot. I think it will surprise exactly nobody that one of my faves is Broom Service, a game HEAVILY inspired by Kiki's Delivery Service. I really enjoy the ones that you need to set aside a whole day to play, like Talisman or Arkham Horror, but I haven't had anyone to play those with since I moved a few years ago 😿 (anyone want to play Talisman on PC, I have all the expansions you just need the base game!)

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Uhhhh, shoulder length? And I usually have blunt or swept bangs. I usually part it on my right side.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"All Gussied Up." Gus X FEM! AFAB! Reader

Heyyyy! So uh, I watched The Reff (1994) again a few days ago and I have always loved this movie, one of my holiday faves. I had the thought that yeah Gus is attractive and could get it, totally love him, but then this year I made the jump and decided fuck it! I am gonna write for him! So here we fucking are. This is for no one but like I don’t care, I love Gussie and he deserves this treatment, here’s hoping this gets some more of you into this guy and the movie he is from! I am thinking this will be a little tradition and every December I will do a Gus piece! SO let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.4K. Gus X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Drinking. Shitty Family. Crime. Lying. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Dirty Talk. Begging. Degradation. Rope (Bungee Cord) Play. Restrained Reader. Blow Job, Rough Oral Sex. Throat Fucking. Raw Sex. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Gunplay. General Rough Stuff.

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Aunt Caroline and uncle Llyod’s house has always been chaotic and totally ridiculous. You were dragged along for many a holiday and while it was always a mess you had to admit at least it was an entertaining mess, you would come away with hilarious stories to regale your friends with.

On and on your family would complain about each other behind one another's backs and act passive aggressive and shitty to each other’s faces.

You were a full and legal adult and you didn’t have to go anymore but you didn’t have anything else to do, all your friends were already spoken for and went to their own family’s get togethers so fuck it, you weren’t about to spend Chirstmas alone. So you would go to your family’s get together, have some drinks, enjoy whatever weird non-traditional food Caroline cooked up as much as you could, give some forced smiles and thank you’s for the ill-thought out gifts and watch the chaotic mess that is your family go at each other while you sat on the sidelines.

You arrived late with your family because bitchy Connie insisted you all eat before coming over, you didn’t eat much at Denny’s and were actually feeling a bit hungry, always found it easier to stomach your aunt’s food when you were actually hungry. You come inside, arms full of gifts and as soon as you are all in you can hear the weak greetings and forced smiles with that undercurrent of bitterness and venom.

They never gave it a rest. Never taking a single day off all year, especially not the holidays.

You are trying to get your boots off without setting down the gifts, not wanting to track salt and slush onto the nice hardwood floors, you nearly stumble in your struggle and almost drop them but you hear a small “Woah, hey!” And there were two hands steadying you and helping you hold onto the load of presents.

“Careful there.” That voice. Smooth but slightly rough around the edges.

Your head snaps up and meets blue eyes and blonde hair that strikes a vibe of being between effortlessly and deceptively well kept. “Uh, thanks.” You say softly and he replies easily.

“No problem. You got it?” He asks as she starts to ease off and you nod.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

He lets go with a nod of his own and you watch his expression shift as he hears Caroline going off about something, and he sighs with a roll of his eyes and walks over to see what is going on and you watch him. Eyes dragging over him in that suit, wondering who the fuck that was and what he was doing here.

So it turns out he is Caroline and Llyod’s counselor. He wanted to be here for Christmas eve to help supervise and mediate and said that it was “-necessary.”

It seemed odd to you.

And not just his name. Dr.Wong? The fuck was that about? But the whole thing. Him wanting to be here on Christmas eve, who would want to work and do something so ridiculous as get this involved in such a personal family oriented occasion.

But hey you weren’t about to complain. Another person to witness the bullshit that was this family and he was damn easy on the eyes.

Caroline went on and on about the influence for this year's meal and the history behind it and you tried to listen as best you could even with everyone else, Connie and Rose mostly, shitting all over it. You wished they would ease up on her a bit but you had to admit the candle wreath on your head was heavy and hot and unnecessary even if the story behind it was interesting.

You ate the food, had some wine and watched and listened as the conversation turned harsher and harsher and the fighting truly started. Caroline and Llyod went off on each other as per usual and you had the thought that you wouldn’t be surprised if it came out that they were getting divorced. If someone were to ask you then you’d say they should have started counselling sooner and that this was a last ditch effort before the end.

Far too little, far too late.

It was too bad you mused. When they split up then where would you get your fill of drama and spend your holidays at? Oh well. A problem for you in the future.

What really sparked attraction towards him even more was how he talked to your relatives and put them all in their place. Was this all part of the supposed treatment he was espousing? It was odd but hey if it got results.

It gets to the point that dinner is done and the good doctor tells everyone to get moving into the living room to do presents. Connie fights him on it saying they can’t do that until midnight. When he asks why not she insists that it isn’t Christmas until midnight and he tells her the nice thing about being adults is that they can open, “-the fucking presents whenever we want!”

Yeah you liked him more and more. Fuck the usual holiday traditions. Open the gifts whenever! You finish your glass as everyone else gets up to make their way to the other room and Caroline, Lloyd and the doctor retreat into the kitchen for dessert and coffee for everyone.

You reach over for the bottle of wine and pick it up, you attempt to pour some and there wasn’t anything left in it and you pout.

You take the stupid fucking wreath off and set it on the table, you blow the candles out too for safety’s sake, last thing you need is a fire.

The gift opening was always such a mess, you definitely needed another drink to enjoy it. You set the bottle back down and got up, you would go get a bottle from the kitchen and get some more. You make your way, as you approach the door you can hear them fighting again and roll your eyes with a sigh, why are you not surprised?

You push the door that leads from the dining room to the kitchen with your shoulder as you are saying, “Hey guys, we are out of wine, do you have more of that sharaz or-?”

You look up and see the dessert on the counter, saw Caroline and Lloyd standing together, the doctor across from them, three of them fighting and bickering and a gun in the blonde man's hand.

You dropped the empty bottle in your hand and somehow it didn't shatter but the sound was loud enough to get them all to stop and look at you.

Shit.

You see his jaw clench, a hand through his hair and he lets out a sigh before running his hand that wasn’t gripping the gun down his face. His arm drops back to his side and he says, “Caroline. Lloyd. Take this shit-” he gestures to the tray of coffee and the cake with the gun, “-out into the living room. I’ll be in soon.”

“Don’t do anything to her-'' Caroline started and Llyod joined in talking right along with her, “Really! She won’t say a thing-”

And the blonde man groaned and gestured again with the weapon, “Fucks sake do you two ever shut the fuck up?! I’m handling it-”

“But-” And he cut Llyod off harshly, stepping closer, getting in his face as he said sternly. “Llyod? Shut. Up. And get. Out.”

They both did actually shut up which never seemed to happen but when he talked they listened. Then again he DID have a gun he was brandishing in a rather threatening manner. They collected their trays and scooted out of the kitchen leaving you alone with him.

You felt hot, this was an extremely dangerous situation with a total stranger, why were you feeling hot? Gripping your empty glass tightly as he started to come over to you, shit, him getting closer wasn’t going to help this little problem at all.

“So-” he starts, a sniff and a roll of his shoulders, as he was standing less than a foot in front of you. “-they claim you won’t say anything. And those two don’t seem too fucking attached to their family other than their son so the fact they fell over themselves to defend you says something.”

You nod once, “They’ve always liked me. I don’t really cause trouble and stay out of the family drama.”

He laughs a little, “Oh and how’s that working out for you?”

A small laugh of your own and you shrug, “Usually fine but tonight? Not so much.”

“Yeah no shit.” He was fucking smiling, seemed a tad too amused. He was speaking again.

“Seriously. You seem more than old enough to avoid all this shit, why are you fucking here right now?” He asked and you cock your head to the side, “Honestly? No one else to spend it with and with me staying at arms length I can have some drinks and enjoy the chaos safely.”

“You subject yourself to this shit WILLINGINGLY?” You nod once and he continues on, “You’re fucking nuts! All of you! Jesus Christ.” Another heavy sigh before he says.

“More than that though, no one else to spend the holidays with?” he asks with a scoff, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

You set the empty glass down and said, “I mean it. All my friends are busy with their own, much more normal families.”

“Lucky them. And here we are with all of them.” He says with a vague gesture out to the area past the kitchen where everyone else was. “Ha, yeah…”

A beat of silence as you both stared at each other and you finally said. “So you’re not a doctor.”

He laughed, a shake of his head, “No, no I am not.”

You were so fucking curious what his deal was but you wouldn’t push. “I don’t need to know whatever you’re doing. I won’t say shit.”

He hadn't dropped the gun, still had it so near you and he pushed a little closer to you, his face was closer to yours as if he was searching for something in your eyes, trying to determine if there was even the smallest hint of bullshit in what you were saying. Eyes narrowing and you watch him adjust the gun in his grip, inviting pink tongue darting out to lick over his lips and you fight the urge to bite yours.

“You know I could hurt you real easy right? I’d have no problem doing it. And I’d get away with it.”

You don't doubt him.

You’ve been staring the whole night and God, something about him just fucking got to you. Maybe it was the suit or the stance, his confidence but probably it was his attitude. Plus he was funny, you really liked funny. How he handled your family was a major plus too. A guy who didn’t take shit was almost always attractive. You didn’t exactly like your family and didn’t mind him putting them in their place.

“For real though, how have you been dealing with the happy couple?”

You ask seriously and he scoffs. “My God. How do you think I have been dealing with Sonny and fucking Cher out there? Those two never, ever, shut the fuck up. Like, is it a bit? Are they not able to get off if they don’t act totally insufferable?!”

You laugh, one hand over your mouth, “I cannot imagine how terrible they’ve been! They always get worse under stress! You’d think the one time they could knock it off is in a life and death scenario like this but they can’t stop even for that.”

“Exactly! I have a fucking gun and they are acting like it’s all some big fucking joke.”

And that is how the conversation really started between you and him. You fill him in on stories of Caroline and Llyod being utterly insane and him being able to vent and rant about his night thus far, but mostly about their behavior.

The energy was good, you were both laughing probably more than you should considering the circumstances. This conversation is what helps convince him, you are funny and speak your mind while you are going off he decides that you clearly aren’t attached to them and won’t say anything or try some shit.

You are feeling good. Are warm and giggly, tipsy and he is attractive and it’s been fucking forever and you are feeling a little fear for your life as well as feeling a bit emboldened by the fact you are clicking with him.

So you take a risk.

You press yourself to him, looking up at him and you offer to show him where your loyalty could lie. “I don’t care about them really. They can get fucked and if it will help convince you then I could ease some of your stress.”

You are really going all in. You didn't like your life or family here, to the point that you were willing to essentially fuck a total, admittedly very attractive stranger to save your life.

The way you say it, in that nice dress you wore, the implication was crystal clear and he is in disbelief as he asks, “Woah-are you, are you fucking shitting me?” You shake your head and your hand meets the front of his suit pants and you feel him tense, a sharp inhale and it’s almost like you can feel his dick jump at the contact.

His eyes meet yours and he can see just how serious you are and he makes a split second decision. He has had a hell of a night and this kind of opportunity with someone as attractive as you doesn’t come along every day.

“Fuck it.” He groans out and his hand closes on your wrist and he drags you along with him.

It happens in the pantry.

He has you on your knees, had secured your wrists with one of the bungee cords that was left in the kitchen, he didn’t want you pulling anything funny or trying to flip the situation to your advantage.

His pants and belt open and you are using your mouth on him, lips wrapped around him and you felt insanely hot at this. You never even kissed him and yet you had lowered yourself before him and were sucking his dick.

He still has his gun in his hand. Incentive to ensure you behave but he wasn’t sure he needed it. You seemed so into it and were doing so well so quickly.

He lets himself get swept up in it.

He fucks your mouth, one hand on your head as he rocks his hips forward and he is dirty talking to you the whole time. He sure seemed the talkative type but you loved that.

“I thought you mighta been-shit-different from the rest of em’. ” He breathed out, pushing deeper into your mouth and you hum as you suck, “I mean hell, who does shit like this with someone they just met?”

He is panting a little as you pull up, cheeks hollowing as you do so, sucking hard, tongue pressed to that vein on the underside of his shaft, looking up at him the whole time. His eyes on you, his hair messy, sweat on his brow, hips moving to help you out, sliding in and out of your lips wrapped tightly around him. The sight and the arousal pooling low inside of you has you moaning against his shaft and pressing your thighs together, wishing your hands were free if only to grind against your own palm for the smallest amount of relief.

He is letting out these amazing groans, head tipping back, a harder thrust into your mouth that makes you gag and he curses at that, he loves how it feels and the sound you let out so he does it again. Looking back down at you as he makes you gag a few more times till you are looking pleadingly up at him, tearing up and he inhales shakily at that. “Goddamn.”

You throb at that. You pull him out of your mouth, his cock is nearly dripping from your spit and you rested him against your cheek, breathing harder as you then beg for the unthinkable, “Pl-please, I-I’m so turned on, please, please, fuck me?”

Seriously what the fuck did he do to get this?

He laughs in shock. But he sees how serious you are. The gun comes down and he drags it over your other cheek and the fear doesn’t dampen the heat inside, but instead adds to it, you are breathing harder, eyes half lidded, glazed over with lust and pure want. He says it quietly, “You mean it.”

He sees how badly you want it. Almost squirming, hips shifting, desperate for any stimulation, your roll your wrists and you just want, you nod furiously.

He is nearly throbbing and he degrades you, "Shit, you really ARE a little fuckin' freak. Family one room over, a man on the run with a gun and you're on your knees begging to get fucked."

You can't help but agree. Degrade yourself in hopes of satiating that desire. “Yes, yes, I’m the worst, please, I need it, hurry-”

He does.

You are pushed up against the shelves, the skirt of your dress is hiked up and soaked panties are ripped down your thighs, you are bent slightly at the waist, giving him good access and so fast it is happening. That first stroke makes you gasp. Sliding all the way inside and you feel him tense, a groan in your ear and once he is seated fully inside of you a quiet moan leaves your lips as you clench around him.

He doesn’t waste time at all. The need is far too great.

He fucks you from behind, one hand holding that gun and resting near your head on one of the shelves and the other on your bound wrists. He uses his hand on the bungee cord to help pull you back to him as his hips slam forward. He is fucking you raw, totally bare and that thought had moaning and he is speaking low and just to you, “Shut the fuck up, you want them to hear?”

You bite back a moan, eyes threatening to roll back and he laughs again, “Ahhh. Oh my fucking God, you just squeezed me so hard, you are into that shit.”

The pleasure is mounting quickly, he found that sweet spot that made you want to sob so quickly, you made it so obvious from the way you trembled and the choked sound you let out when he hit it that first time. “You are so easy. Do this kind of thing all the time, hmmm?”

You shake your head, “No-nooo.” And he thrusts harder, a grind that has you squeezing your eyes shut as you quietly curse. “No? You mean you only beg to fuck criminals you just met? Regular guys just don’t-huff-scratch that itch the same way, eh?”

When he puts it like that you gotta admit you do sound really fucked up. You really don’t normally do this kind of thing but there was just something different about him, this particular kind of chemistry and energy that just lights a spark inside of you that is unignorable.

You are biting your bottom lip so hard as you struggle to hold back your moans, thighs are shaking, fists clenched and he asks, “Gonna cum already?”

It was a taunt, it made you let out a shuddering breath. Pleasure is rising more and more and fuck, it was all so good.

You were. Normally it took a while to get to that point with someone new, cumming with a brand new partner was a near impossibility but here you were on the edge and ready to spill over so quickly when you’d known him less than three hours. Was he that good? Were you that compatible or was it simply the danger, the situation? Or maybe, it was exactly as he’d suggest, that you are just that big a slut?

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, the point is you were going to cum on his cock. "You-ahhhn-filthy fucking whore. You gonna keep quiet?"

You didn't think you were.

A shake of your head and he put the gun on the shelf. Hand over your mouth. He was so strong, your moans were so muffled when he covered your mouth, you could really let loose. It made it feel better, the sensation sharper, you moaning into his palm made him fuck you harder, skin on skin filling the small space of the pantry.

The dam breaks and you cum and cum hard. You are shoved against the shelves so hard that it helps support you otherwise you aren't sure you'd be on the floor. You are breathing so hard through your nose, trembling as he is still tugging on your wrists, his hips not letting up, pace faltering, he was close. You shake your head and he pulls his hand away and you beg quietly for it, begging for him to cum in you.

He grit out, "Stupid fuckin' whore, you-you're unbelievable-" but then his sentence trailed off.

He clearly had more to say but instead a strained groan tears from his throat one final thrust into you as he came. Warmth spread inside and you hummed in pure satisfaction, feeling amazing and still attempting to catch your breath along with him.

It isn’t quiet for long, he pulls out and you are still heaving and half dressed cum now leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs and you hear the sound of him fixing his clothes. He leans in close and asks, "You gonna be a good girl and keep your mouth shut?"

You are and you do.

A nod and he simply say’s, “Good.” He takes the bungee cord off of you and you roll your wrists, turn around to see him getting his suit jacket back on and fixing his tie. You watch him and he nods at you as he said, “Christ, clean yourself up at little at least”

Fuck, the way he talks to you is too much in the best way.

Soon you are back out, straightened up and going into the living room. You didn’t take that long, it was a pretty quick thing from threats to conversation to fucking, all in all less than twenty minutes but you were still worried your absence would be missed and so obvious.

You enter the living room to find the cake untouched and instead find them all fighting yet again. They didn’t pay any attention to how long you were gone.

Yeah that seems about right.

You play nice and play along, but he's still found out by the rest of your family.

Don't worry though, they are tied up to prevent any interference. Seeing Rose gagged so the never ending stream of bullshit that frequently poured from her lips was too good for words, a great present honestly.

Turns out his real name is Gus and he is a career criminal, a robbery gone wrong that night and getting mixed up with and using Caroline and Llyod’s place to try and lay low and instead he got swept up in this mess with all of you. What rotten luck indeed, but pretty good for you, this had been the best Christmas at their house you have had by far.

The police are almost there and you have all come to an agreement that you couldn’t turn him in. Caroline and Llyod and Jesse and you all thinking hard on what to do and during this you are thankful they don’t question you being so on board or question what happened in the kitchen. Jesse suggests leading him through the woods to get to the docks and onto the boat where his partner in crime was waiting.

The decision is made, he goes on the run and you are sad to see him go.

He is saying quick good-byes, definitely in a rush and yet you and he share a small look as he is going and you swear that both you and he connected on some deeper level and aren't going to forget each other.

It's unspoken and shockingly lovely, stirs emotion that's foreign deep in your chest as you wave farewell.

Caroline and Llyod play their parts lovely and are so insufferable as they bicker and attempt to explain what happened that the cops don’t stick around long or ask questions. As you watch it plays out you have to fight the smile from creeping up on your face. Thank God for small town idiot cops who are clamoring to get this over and done with and home to their own families.

The rest of the holiday that year after your other family members are untied is entertaining to say the least.

So when Caroline and Llyod work shit out and don't get divorced, visiting them is much more pleasant. You are so glad they manage to figure it all out. You still come back often even if certain other family members refuse.

Every year you think of him as you are around their house. Opening gifts in their living room or when you are helping cook in the kitchen.

A new yearly tradition is struck the year after where you relive those memories in the pantry. Late at night on Christmas eve with one hand over your mouth, panties around your knees and one hand between your thighs as you get off to your experience a year prior where he fucked you against the very shelving you currently are leaning on.

The holidays are good, if not a little lonely.

You always have a small and futile hope that he might show up again even though you know it's foolish. I mean he made a clean get away with that big final score and should be retired on some nice sunny tropical island somewhere.

Yet you still hope anyway.

So when the doorbell rings near dinner time on Christmas eve three years later and you answer it and find the best gift possible, the one you've been praying to get for the past three years.

There was Gus standing on the front porch with gifts in hand, snow on his shoulders and more color in his cheeks than you remember. You can't stop the grin from spreading on your face.

He returns it as he says, "I was hoping you'd be here."

Merry fucking Christmas to you.

[neon-junkie]

Vanity is a Sin - Chpt.1

Summary: The last person you expected to fall for is that pretentious man, Javier Escuella, but maybe you're not so different from him after all?

Pairing: f!Reader x Javier Escuella

Word Count: 2709

Rating: SFW

Tags: Enemies to lovers, Slow burn, Arguments, Bickering, Denial of feelings, Reader has a lot of self-doubts.

Notes: I’ve wanted to write a Javier multi-chapter fic for aaaages, but wanted to do something different for it. So, enemies to lovers it is, my fave trope hehe, but we don’t see much of Javiers negative side, so let’s explore that :0

Next Chapter

It's another chilly day at Horseshoe Overlook. Despite your occasional shiver and constant goosebumps, you're thankful that you're still not stuck in Colter, but that still doesn't mean you can't wish to be somewhere warmer. It seems no matter how many layers you put on, you can't quite get warm, and you question how other gang members are walking around in their summer attire, especially Arthur.

You shiver again and accidentally manage to prick your finger with the needle you're using to sew somebody's patchy pants. "Fuck sake," you mutter under your breath, looking at your finger to inspect the damage. It's nothing, and you know it's nothing, but you're in a grumpy mood, so everything feels tenfold, especially the sting to your fingertip.

You sigh, looking up at the sky, questioning why whatever being that lives up there continues to rain on your parade. It's not just you that's in a bad mood, the whole camp seems off, but Dutch continues to attempt giving his many uplifting speeches whilst he poses in his tent with a cigar in hand, not lifting a finger to do even some basic camp chores.

He's doing the same now, and your eyes gaze over him as you stop staring at the sky. There he is, the man himself, the big boss, his voice cracking every so often; that always brings a smile to your face. Your eyes follow around the rest of the camp: Hosea is the only one stood listening to him. Molly's on the other side of her tent staring into her pocket mirror because for some reason, she no longer has to pull her weight. Bill is still asleep. Mary-Beth and Tilly are beside you, still sewing away. The O'Driscoll is still tied to the tree. Strauss is... doing whatever he does. And there's Javier, gussying himself up in Arthurs mirror, no surprise there.

You'll never understand how these boys get away with doing the bare minimum, whilst yourself and the other women are the only thing keeping this camp together. Everybody knows that if the women decided to up and leave in the night, the men would end up setting the camp on fire, probably attempting to cook their own dinner... no offence to Pearson. There's a fair few, such as Arthur and Hosea, who are able to survive on their own, but you've seen Arthur attempt to do tedious jobs before and just like you, he pricks his fingers every time he sews. At least Hosea has an excuse, being in his grey years, his bones not able to move as they used to, but he makes up for it in other ways.

But Javier? What does he do? Apart from prance around the camp in his designer crocodile boots, spending an hour shaving his moustache every morning... why does he even shave his moustache like that? You asked him once, and he replied "It rubs off from all the friction." Sure, Javier, because you're obviously a very wanted man.

Unfortunately, Mary-Beth and Tilly take quite a liking to him. They've confessed what you would view as sins before, saying they both have a soft spot for the man, to which you scoffed then laughed, and ended up choking from laughing too hard.

"Why are you laughing? I don't see why you two don't get along? He's real sweet and..." Mary-Beth had begun droning on, and you eventually interrupted her with a "Where do I start?"

Needless to say, neither of them agreed with any of your opinions of Javier, apart from him not pulling his weight as much as he makes out to. But oh, he plays guitar, so that means he doesn't have to do any chores because he blares out his music all hours of the night. You've told him to quit playing so you can sleep many times, seeing as your tent is right by the campfire, to which he always glares at you and plays louder. He once even had the audacity to wake Uncle up and begin shouting Ring-A-Dang-Do.

You took your revenge by waking up early and pouring water in his boots. He knew it was you the second he put them on, sighing and glaring at you, but not being confrontational for once. At least he started putting a curfew on his music after that.

You've been manifesting in your thoughts for a while now, not realizing your name is being called out. "Huh?" you almost yelp as somebody taps your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Tilly asks. "You've been staring into the distance again, didn't even hear us callin' your name."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking," you explain as you turn your attention to them.

"About what?" Mary-Beth questions.

"Nothing that's worth my time."

"Oh, boys?" Tilly questions, making all three of you laugh.

"Unfortunately."

"Well, Mary-Beth and I are all finished here. We're gonna make ourselves look decent and head into town, you coming?"

"Yeah. Let me finish up this, and I'll meet you by the wagon," you reply.

"Alright."

The pair excuse themselves, heading over to their tents to begin looking 'presentable', even though you would happily argue with them about that. They always look incredible, flawless yet effortless, whereas you constantly feel like a drowned rat...

You watch as they wander off, saying hello to Javier, who's still stood in front of Arthurs mirror. He's not even having a shave, he's just been stood there checking himself out for the last ten minutes, or however long it's been. Your brows furrow and you force yourself to tilt your head down, focusing on your final stretch of sewing, eventually finishing up, so you can put them back on the laundry pile and begin getting ready for your day out.

Going into town with your girl friends is always relaxing, something to get you out of camp, when you're not trailing in and out on your own accord. Yes, you know damn-well how to shoot a gun, along with all your other basic survival skills like hunting and fishing. Dutch was reluctant to take you on heists at first, calling you "another Karen, a woman who wants to get her hands dirty when she's needed here."

Dutch wasn't expecting you to put your money where your mouth is, trailing back into camp a few days later with more than enough cash to keep the camp happy. Only that was somewhat of a waste of time now you look back on it, your share being lost somewhere in Blackwater, along with the rest of the camps hard work and progress. Back to square one, yet again...

The sound of a thud startles you, looking over your shoulder to see that the final crate has been loaded into the wagon. The shop helper gives you a wave, and you beckon him over to tip him; he pours out his thanks before going back inside.

"Back to camp?" you question as you turn your focus to Mary-Beth and Tilly, who nod in agreement.

With a flick of the reigns, the three of you begin leaving Valentine, only popping into town to grab a few camp supplies and treats for yourselves. You've fancied a new outfit for a while, and you're excited to try it on later, maybe make yourself look nice so you can... sit by the campfire...

What else is there to enjoy in camp?

The path you're following leads you straight back to Horseshoe Overlook, and you warn the girls of the bump before crossing over the train tracks. A familiar figure can be seen in the distance, and as they approach, you realize it's Arthur on his new mount. He pulls up beside you as you stop the wagon, tipping his hat to the three of you.

"Where are you going?" you question.

"Just headin' into town. I didn't know you girls had just been there," Arthur explains.

"We only went to pick up supplies. What are you going for?" Tilly questions.

"Javier and Charles wanted to meet me at the Saloon, said I'd drop by this afternoon. They must already be there."

"You should get going then, you know what Javier is like," you complain, the words slipping from your mouth.

Arthur laughs at your statement. "You're right," he agrees. "But you two will learn to get along one day, you've gotta if you're gonna be in the same camp together."

"Arthur, there are plenty of camp members that don't get along. You and Micah, for instance?"

"...Yeah, you're right," Arthur hums in frustration. "Forget I said that then... Well, I best be going."

"See you later," the three of you reply.

Arthur gives another little nod and taps his spurs, heading into town, whilst you whip your reigns again and begin your return to camp. 

 By the time you arrive, it's almost sundown, and your evening is spent unloading the wagon and scoffing down your dinner. The night is free to do as you please, so just like you told yourself earlier, you get changed into your new clothes and make yourself look presentable, taking a seat at the campfire with the others and joining in on their story telling.

The evening is going well, relaxing and peaceful for once, even with Uncles banjo playing. All until the sound of heavy hooves come thudding back into camp; you turn to see a handful of the gang members returning from their night in town, only they don't seem too happy. They're huffing and grumbling, nursing what appear to be wounds, and it's easy to piece everything together and realize that they been in a bar fight.

A few of your fellow camp members get up from their seats at the campfire to go and check on them, and as much as you do care, you don't want to overcrowd them. You get up and make your way over to Pearson's wagon, picking out another bottle to drink. You're spoilt for choice, a nice selection of whiskeys and gins at your service, something different from cheap, warm beer.

You pick up a bottle and begin reading the label, checking the alcohol percentage and debating how drunk you want to get tonight. You don't overhear the sound of footsteps approaching, your mind paying no attention to sounds like that as you hear them all the time, but the sound of somebody speaking directly behind you makes you jump.

"That for me?" they ask. You peer over your shoulder to see Javier standing there, his hand rubbing his chin where a bruise is beginning to form.

"Why would this be for you?" you scoff, turning your body to face him, the bottle in your hands.

"Your poor camp member has just been in a fight, yet you won't help nurse them?" Javier questions with a laugh.

"That's your own fault, plus I ain't your mother."

You begin to walk off, but the comment Javier makes forces you to stop in your tracks. "Mary-Beth and Tilly would."

"Go and ask them then," you roll your eyes, turning to face Javier again. Who does he think you are? He begins to softly laugh and the sound makes you gag, so artificial, just like the rest of him.

"But what if I want you to help me? Surely you don't dislike me that much."

"I do, so I'd suggest you ask them."

You try and walk away yet again, and Javier mutters something under his breath. "You'll learn to like me eventually." Another scoffing sound escapes your lips as you frown at him, leaning against Pearson's table and crossing your arms, your bottle in hand.

"You know, I've never seen you wear purple before. It suits you," you smirk.

"Oh, very funny," Javier says as he raises his eyebrows. He approaches you, his strides small and slow, stopping right before you. His hand moves away from his bruise, his skin turning a deeper purple as every second passes, but your eyes are drawn to his; They're dark and blown, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring into yours. He's too close for your liking, you can smell the tobacco in his system with every exhale, his breathing deep, still clearly worn out from the fight.

"What's your issue with me?" Javier asks. "I mean, I've never done anything to upset you, not that I know of, but you've always had something against me."

"I've told you before," you begin as you uncross your arms, placing your bottle down on the table and resting your hands on your hips. "You don't do shit around this camp. You'll drag a sloppy score in here and there, but your vanity distracts you from doing some proper work, chores and what-not."

"Vanity?" Javier repeats the word with a laugh. "There's no harm in looking good, at least you're putting some effort in tonight. Did you buy this today?" Javier asks as he goes to tough the fabric of your blouse, but you swat his hand away.

"You're as bad as Micah," you spit at him.

"Mhmm, we both know that's a lie. For starters, I do a lot more than him around here, and you know it-"

"Please, will the pair of you quit it already?" Dutch calls out as he approaches. He must have noticed the way you two were stood so close, squaring up to each other, both too egotistical to let the other talk them down.

Dutch puts his arm out between your bodies, lightly pushing both of you away, forcing you to take a few small steps back. "I've said before that you don't have to get along, but these pathetic arguments happen far too often. Either you both drop this, or I'll have to find a way to make you get along," Dutch threatens, and you know he'll stay true to his word.

You don't bother saying anything, glaring at Javier once more before turning heel and walking away. "You forgot your drink," Javier calls out to you.

"Seems I've lost my appetite," you call back, and you overhear Dutch sigh at your comment.

Part of you feels sick, and you're unsure if that's from the adrenaline pumping in your veins, or the nerves Javier has shaken into you. Why was he stood so close? Your noses were almost touching, and you wouldn't be surprised if he kissed you just to wind you up even more. You try to keep your mind clear as you enter your enclosed tent, taking off your makeup and getting ready for bed, but you can still feel Javier's hot breaths on your skin.

You debate having a towel bath, wanting to wipe away the sin of being so close to that irritating man, but you're already in bed with no motivation to move. As you roll over, the sound of his guitar grows outside, forcing you to place your head under the pillow in an attempt to drown the music out. He's a good musician, and you're happy to admit that, but why does everything about him have to be so... him?

The perfectly coordinated outfits, the way his steel toe boots are always shining, the effortless yet pristine ponytail he always wears, the confidence and vanity in everything he says. He's like one of those flawless characters you've found in awfully written books, no weaknesses or downfalls, no ugly days, everybody loves him, yet his artificialness makes you sick.

And he knows it makes you sick, and he loves to play on it. Tonight isn't the first time he's got up close and personal with you. You know he studies your every move, watching your body language, checking to see if blush grows on your cheeks, searching for your insecurities. The comment he made earlier is still on repeat in your mind... "at least you're putting some effort in tonight." What a smug bastard. He knows how low your self-esteem is, yet you weren't expecting him to pull a Micah and make a comment like that.

But this is what he wants. He wants it to settle in your brain, to weigh you down and make you feel even worse. You just have to not let that happen, but that's easier said than done...

[babbushka]

random lil ask but what's your makeup routine like?💓i've just seen some of your makeup looks 😍an I'm trying to get into makeup myself and want to know about your products and if you have any tips/tricks. ❤️

Hello my dear anon! I hope this helps :)

At night, I use either the blue Garnier micellar water cleanser, or the Glossier milky jelly cleanser (depending on how sweaty I got that day lol), and then my hyaluronic acid + vitamin b5 serum by Glosser, followed by the moisturizing soft cream by La Mer.

In the mornings, all I do is put on some eyebrow pomade by Anastasia Beverly Hills (I don't really like it but I ran out of my all time fave Glossier boy brow and made do. When this runs out though I'm going back to bow brow lol) mascara (i got the kush mascara by Milk Makeup but I don't like it and will be going back to my le volume de Chanel when it's run out) and lipstick and lip gloss, which I have a million of. Lip stuff is definitely my favorite part of makeup!! I really like Revlon lipsticks, I think I have the most of those, and I looooove the Fenty gloss bombs.

If i'm feeling saucy and want to take some selfies, I'll throw on eyeshadow. I really love ColourPop, I have a BUNCH of their eyeshadow palettes -- they're super pigmented and really affordable. Plus they're cruelty free and many of their products are vegan, if that's a concern of yours! When I do put on eyeshadow, it's usually one or two colors because I am not good at applying it lol, and I like to keep things simple! I'm very much a single color on the lid kind of gal.

But that about does it! I don't wear face makeup like primer/foundation/concealer/contour/powder or anything like that, so really it is just a 1-2-3 (brows mascara lip) for me! I tend to go makeup-less most days, so I'm sorry I don't have anything more exciting to say lol, but that's what I use when I do want to get gussied up! :)

[sunshinexlollipops]

Well, what are your favourite Arthur's looks? 😄

Oh. Oh anon.

There’s a few.

I’d have to say, just like most of us, I’m a huge fan of clean cut Arthur. Unfortunately, long beard lengths aren’t a personal fave of mine, and I usually don’t let Arthur’s hair get too long either. I do like to let it get to that shaggy cut tho, I think it’s precious. :,)

(That being said, long hair Arthur is a treat, I just wish his hair could be longer or had different and more defined styles for the length.)

Now, I’m having to learn the names of the shirts in-game for future chapters of ACW (I meant it when I said Arthur was going to gussy up at certain points in the fic, apart from having gotten new clothes in Valentine), so here ya are anon!

Shirts

Standard-collar overshirt (ofc, with the collar opened — this is the shirt that makes Arthur POP. and if it’s the BLACK shirt? LORD.)

Collar overshirt (in either the gray or green plaid with the collar undone, honestly looks pretty good and open like the standard-collar. to me this is a very Arthur shirt and it’s almost like pajamas in a way)

THE RED W/ BLACK SLEEVES EVERYDAY SHIRT

while I HATE the weird buttons on the shirt, the union shirt is the best for seeing the definition of Arthur’s muscles. so it may place on the list, but only for that.

Boots

Deluxe relentless boots (I have these in like, six colors— I love them too much.)

Wingtip gaiters (I love the gray pair and the orange/black ombré pair— these shoes mean business and are perfect for really dressing Arthur up!)

Plated Quickdraw boots (I have a dark pair of these, and it makes the silver metal piece at the top of the boot POP my sibs from another crib— a formal cowboy boot?)

Pants

Fancy pants (sounds corny but these pants look very nice and pressed, perfect if you want Arthur looking snazzy)

Ranch pants (like the union shirt, most of these colors/patterns these pants come in are ugly as hell to me, but I have a pair or two for maximum butt ogling. these pants are definitely conforming and informing if you know what I mean lmaooo)

any jeans. just jeans. lord.

Suspenders

Crossback suspenders (they really heighten that hip and shoulder thing that Arthur’s got, like a golden ratio— also makes me feel like Arthur is the hulk when he wears them whenever he fast walks in camp lol)

Cotton suspenders (also a good choice, I have a few pairs in certain colors to match shirts bc you don’t wear Prada yoU LIVE IT)

This is my Arthur when I snapped a photo of him and D’or in my game! My Arthur usually looks like this haha.

But of course, here are some other classic/favorite Arthur looks I’ve seen here on tumblr!

^^^ MAXIMUM OGLING

Tbh you could dress Arthur up in a trash bag and I’d still swoon. Bless.

[the-gussies]

Daryl Dixon is now part of The Gussies!

He appears alongside Rick Grimes in a scene in which they try to survive waves of attacking Gussies in The Gussies: Last Hope

[amilynh]

teddythecat1234 replied to your post: For the reader's ask: How did you find your first...

I’m not into Star Trek anymore either. I used to be into TNG when I was young and I stuck with it through DS9 (which I never enjoyed as much) and Voyager (which I liked much better), but Captain Picard will always be MY Captain and the Enterprise D is MY space ship. I never got into any of the later spinoffs.

I have seen all 78 eps of TOS, I saw all the movies up through First Contact (after the hand-off), and my friends and I even got all gussied up like we were going to the formal opera, and we called our opening-night First Contact even "Prom Trek" since none of us had gone to prom (NO regrets: we gave ZERO fucks), and so we made our own prom circa age 26-28 doing something we loved.

I watched TNG S1-S5, and then probably saw half of S6, and really not much afterwards, though I tuned in for the final ep (and was DEEPLY disappointed). My true love there was Beverly. (Ah, Gates McFadden, one of the three main people responsible for the realization of SO MANY of my generation's fans of, "Oh...I'm a *LESBIAN*!!" ...the others are Gillian Anderson and Linda Hamilton.).

I have heard SUCH good things about DS9, but I was at uni at the time, and it was one at, like, 3:30 on Saturday afternoons...and it would break up the day, and I'd forget...it was so inconvenient and non-intuitive that I never remembered to watch it, so I've only seen a smattering of eps (including OF COURSE the Mirror episodes...SO GOOD!). I wanted to like it, but timing worked against me.

I watched and LOOOOVED Voyager. I shipped Captn Katie and Chakotay SO hard..."Resolutions" OMG OMG. I was TRULY hopeful that they would address Captn Katie's escalating instability and risk-taking. And I was even MORE hopeful when they did the ep where she locked herself in her cabin for 3 months. I wanted to see them ADDRESS her severe depression and loss of sense of self when separated from the structure of Starfleet that she was so committed to and dependent on. I wanted to see the Doc relieve her of command in order to address and TREAT her depression...to acknowledge that she needed HELP rather than enabling her and ignoring it. But...they skirted that, as they skirted EVERYTHING they built up.

I hate Brannon Braga with the fiery passion of 10,000 suns. I mean, when he was asked, in S1, how they were going to handle when Tuvok inevitably went into Pon Farr, and THAT ASSHAT was like, "What? Pon what? ...OH! Oh, but that's from the OLD show and this is a different show, so that doesn't apply." WTF YOU ASSHOLE OMG YOU'RE PART OF A WIDER CONTINUITY....AAAARRRFGGHGGHH!!! And...then they DID do ...something with it...and it fell TOTALLY flat for me.

I watched S1-S5 (again), and I WANTED to like "The Year of Hell," but it just didn't LAND for me Because Reset. I LOVED the episode where it turned out that Barclay was able to communicate with them...that slender connection to their home...that was VERY cool. And I LIKED Seven...but I didn't like that stupid catsuit...nor did I like that it became the Seven Of Nine Show.

I loved B'Lanna and Tom. I loved how they DID handle HER response to the obliteration of the Maquis and addressed that she was deliberately engaging in dangerous behaviors. I just wish they'd ALSO done that with Captn Katie; she was ENDANGERING THE WHOLE SHIP. I did appreciate that they revisited the concept, but with another character.

A friend had the headcanon (which is really just logic) that the Delaney twins from Stellar Cartography could almost NEVER rest because, typically, on a small ship working in well-travelled areas, just how much does Stellar Cartography DO? ....And then suddenly they're in a TOTALLY UNMAPPED AREA...and they need to recruit DOZENS to help them do all the mapping of this entirely un-documented area...but there are only 120-140 PEOPLE on board...so they must have never slept.

I think they should NEVER EVER let Chakotay fly the shuttles; they couldn't REPLACE them...and he kept crashing or damaging them or (check out the Coffee Nebula) just, you know, ACCIDENTALLY LEAVING SHUTTLECRAFT BEHIND by flying down to the planet and then BEAMING BACK UP.

I missed it when they stopped emphasizing that there was a SHORTAGE of resources. When Janeway couldn't have her coffee? SO awesome. When Neelix was cooking weird variations of the same thing? SO GOOD. I missed that as they forgot that resources were limited and caution was SUPER necessary.

I watched the series finale and was like...Chakotay and SEVEN??? WTF??? And I wanted not to see it END with them returning...I wanted to see the conflict of "Now we're FINALLY back to Starfleet YAY!" ...and the realization that, after HAVING to function independently for so long, finding it VERY difficult to fit into the demands of a command structure again. I wanted to see the reaction to how things had changed in the Alpha Quadrant...the Maquis adjusting to the annihilation of the Maquis...SO many missed opportunities.

I tried to watch Enterprise. I tried. I mean...Scott Bakula. Hoshi. COOL stuff. And yet, they managed to make SCOTT BAKULA--a man who could make the cut of a dress look GOOD and who could sing, dance, play piano, play football...do ANYTHING (see: Quantum Leap) while seeming personable and likeable...they managed to make him BORING. WTF???? I thought Enterprise was a boringly hot mess...but their Mirror episodes were good. I mean...EMPRESS HOSHI? YES, PLEASE. And the ep where T'Pol told the story of her grandmother who got trapped on earth and "invented" velcro so that she could sell the patent and get money for the family who helped her (I call it the T'Nana episode because it was T'Pol's Nana, yo)...I liked that...but I liked the novel "Strangers from the Sky" better....and it's the same plot.

And since then, and especially with the reboot...I just have walked away; I've DONE my time with Trek. I am no longer enamoured, and yet I still appreciate it.

I REALLY love, even now, some of my favorite Pocket Books novels (from before Pocket made the rules so rigid that the novels were no longer just authorized fanfic). My FAVE ones are "The Entropy Effect," "Ishmael" (Barbara Hambly steathily got them to PUBLISH a Star Trek/Here Come the Brides crossover!!!! With Doctor Who jokes! And there's TIME TRAVEL!), and Jean Lorrah's PUBLISHED Sarek and Amanda novels (which ENTIRELY have the backstory that is from her zines that were my first serious fanfic knowing it was fanfic).

I'm forever grateful that Trek fandom was large enough and FINDABLE enough that it gave me the "in" that I needed, back when there was no internet, to FIND fandom, then to follow the bread crumb trails to the fans of OTHER shows I also loved.

[sstwins]

Femslash Feb Day 15 - Umbrellas - Rarity/Applejack

I’m writing this at 5:30 so... bear that in mind in terms of quality.

This was an anon request!

Brief Summary: Applejack always worries about Rarity whenever she’s away.

Word Count: 240

I’m still accepting ships for femslash feb!!! Send me your fave fem pairs and I’ll write you a fic sometime this month!!

Applejack would never ever express the sentiment to her, but until Rarity walked in her door every afternoon from work, she worried about her. Today, she was worried about the rain.

Rarity was usually pretty careful about the weather. She’d gussy herself up with rain slickers and boots until she couldn’t half carry everything straight. But Applejack had been working in the barn that morning, and she hadn’t seen Rarity head off. And now it was just pouring buckets out there. What if she got cold? What if she hadn’t remembered her umbrella?

She knew that Rarity was a grown mare, so she’d more than likely be fine. Still, Applejack worried as she paced around behind the windows of the house, until she saw a bright yellow figure approaching the door with her head down against the wind. Rarity in a sunshine yellow rain jacket. And suddenly all of Applejack’s fears just melted away like butter. But she couldn’t rightly run out to Rarity and show her that she’d been worried. So instead, she waited inside just past the door, throwing it open almost as if she’d done it by happenstance and not because she’d been watching her marefriend’s every move. Today, as with all days, nothing delighted her more than seeing Rarity safe and sound, even if she was dripping wet and soaked to the bone. Because if Rarity was at Sweet Apple Acres, that meant she was safe.

[the-darkest-emoji]

There’s something invigorating about seeing your television faves all gussied up for the carpet, do you agree?!

[femkinkharry]

i was tagged by two of my faves, @silverfoxlouis​ & @harrystinychristmasshorts​! thank you both! i love you! <3

1. Nicknames? my partner calls me babilee, my mom calls me sug [like the short version of sugar haha], and my dad calls me peach sometimes! most everyone else just calls me lauren or lt.

2. Gender? uhhh can we come back to this? i still don’t know lmao. she/her pronouns are what i go by, though, and that’s totally fine with me! i don’t refer to myself as gendered pronouns, though.

3. Star Sign? pisces! )-(

4. Height? 5′5 on a good day hahaha

5. Time? 14:44; i fell back to sleep cause i’m crampy and emotional

6. Birthday? march 9th! i’ll be 28- the larriest of numbers!

7. Favourite Bands? placebo, blue october, borns, old green day, literally every single emo band, muna, hurts, banks, rhye, the dresden dolls, the mars volta, the paper kites, so many more bands that i literally can’t name them all! music is my life. OH and one direction, of course!

8. Favourite Solo Artists? the boys!!!! kevin abstract!!!  josh groban!! ed sheeran, damien rice, angus & julia stone, gussy, voltaire, as;dlkfjs i’m just gonna make a playlist THIS IS HARD. i listen to so much music! there’s literally not a point in time when i’m NOT listening to music. i know all the words to the songs at work, even if i hate them, and i am permanently attached to my headphones. (:

9. Song Stuck In My Head? in the house - in a heartbeat by john murphy cause i’m watching kick ass AND bc 28 days later’s soundtrack is my fave of all time.

10. Last Movie I Watched? kick ass, currently!

11. Last Show You Watched? my partner was watching seinfeld earlier ickkkk

12. When Did You Create Your Blog? like 2011? the girl i was into got all of us into tumblr hahaha! i started out as a homestuck blog rip.

13. What Do I Post? mostly one direction and stuff from the fandom and text posts when i’m online. my queue is fair game: photography, memes, quizzes, anything and everything haha!

14. Last Thing I Googled? los angeles post office cause I SENT A PACKAGE SOMEWHERE THAT WASN’T CHI’S HOUSE WTF

15. Do You Have Any Other Blogs? not any that are active! i have a lot of hoarded 5sos urls from my time in that fandom and a roller derby blog that i abandoned.

16. Do You Get Asks? sometimes! i treasure every single one! and i’m always open to giving support/advice when i can! i’m the queer fandom granny, come talk to me! <3

17. Why Did You Choose Your URL? when i was in the 5sos fandom, i was femkinkmichael! i wrote a fair bit about michael in panties and ofc harry loves being feminine! my headcanon is that he’s genderfluid and indulges in his fem side, which definitively is NOT a “kink” but words are hard and i’m verbose, so here we are!

18. Following? 521 the last i checked. a lot are inactive hahaha. i go through periodically and unfollow, but some are just too precious to unfollow. <3

19. Followers? 302!!!!!! like!!!!!! what the fuck!!! i was going to release a fic when i reached 300 but it just happened so fast??? i’m grateful for y’all! <3

20. Favourite Colour? shining silver, royal purple, ebony black!

21. Average Hours Of Sleep? not enough i’m always tired ):

22. Lucky Number? i don’t know if i have any numbers that are lucky! but i have numbers that mean a lot to me! 309, 77, 138, and 888!

24. What Am I Wearing? comfy jammies! i’m off today and not feeling well so i’m cuddled up and cozy!

25. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With? a shit ton! i think we have like 7 blankets on the bed right now! and i have 2 on me on the couch hahaha.

26. Dream Job? broadway performer! i have a pretty damn good voice that’s been ruined by stress and smoking lmao! i’m a soprano and my range, right now, is C3 to A5!

27. Dream Vacation? anywhere but here. <3

28. Favourite Food? gummy hot dogs hahahaha! i could eat my weight in them! between gummies and peanut butter, which are my fave safe foods, i would be a happy camper!

29. Nationality? i’m a white american mutt haha. i’ve traced family back to germany and native american women, though!

30. Favourite Song? THIS CHANGES SO. my most played song of 2017 was mornings by gussy. the song i’ve been grooving on right now is runner by kevin abstract & american money by borns. the song that made me cry in 2017 was too much to ask by niall horan. the song that inspired me the most in 2017 was smoke by natalie imbruglia. my fave song overall in life has to be hey jealousy by gin blossoms! i’d love to see answers from @heathenharry, @bibi-harry, @jlf23tumble, @protectlouandhazza, @fookoff, @softgolfdaddy, @lwtvibes, & @goldbootsandvans! <3

[sharcncarter]

agentxthirteen replied to your post:

YESSSSSs one of my fave things about Sharon is how she rarely wears makeup/does her hair? Like on the job, when she's not undercover, she dresses as comfortably as possible. She only gets gussied up when there's an occasion for it or she feels like it! This is probably weird that I'm adding this to this post so I'm gonna go but YES THIS MAKES ME HAPPY.

no it's not weird at all i'm glad someone else noticed that abt her! sharon's rly not one to get all dolled up and i kinda love her for it