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Here is the callout of staff user /jezzuminahs in google docs form. Staff can't touch this!

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Hi🥺💕💕 I really love your blog and was wondering if it would be okay to request something for Lester Sinclair?🥰 Maybe where the reader is with their group of friends and Lester offers to help them and they just look at him with disgust but the reader is just utterly fascinated with him? Like jump the moment he asks if they wanted a ride and is just in aw and in love of this trash raccoon man? If this is too much then please ignore🥺💕 Much love

You're Real Nice (Lester Sinclair):

"So...what's the problem?" you asked, peering under the hood of the car. Trust your group of friends trying to have a relaxing road trip to break down in the middle of nowhere.

"Fan-belt, I think...yeah...yeah, that's busted" one of your friends, Seth, informed you, fiddling with the broken belt. Your other two friends, Sara and Morgan, groaned behind you.

Before any of you could suggest a solution, you were distracted by a dirty truck pulling up behind your car. The four of you tensed, a little on edge since you were stranded out in the middle of nowhere, watching the vehicle as it turned off.

The driver's door opened and a man climbed out, slamming it shut behind him. Something about his appearance just made you relax, while it only seemed to make your friends more uncomfortable.

He was nearly as dirty as his truck. Old blue jeans, a grey undershirt that may have once been white, and a dirty red shirt hanging open. Peaking out from under his hat, you could see small tuffs of dirty blonde hair, sweat sticking it to his forehead slightly. In theory, you couldn't blame your friends for being a little uncomfortable but so far he had given you no reason to fear him.

"Now what the fuck is this" Morgan muttered to himself, dragging a hand over his, hoping his comment went unheard by the dirty man.

"You folks alright?" the stranger asked, his southern country accent very noticeable. You thought it was endearing, even kind of cute, "car troubles?"

"Troubles on top of troubles, my friend" you sighed, playfully kicking the front tyre, when nobody answered him.

"Is there a gas station or anything around here somewhere?" Seth asked, figuring he would know the area far better than any of you.

"Got some gas in the truck-" he began to offer, only to be interrupted.

"We need a new fan-belt" Seth explained bluntly.

"Well, Bo runs the garage down in Ambrose" the man shrugged.

"Ambrose?" Sara asked with a frown, examining the road map in her hands, she couldn't see anything labelled Ambrose.

"Little town, a little further down the road" the stranger nodded before offering, "could give ya a lift if y'want?"

"Thank you, that sounds great" you smiled at him, thankful for the help.

"I dunno...we could probably walk it" Morgan tried to convince the three of you, your other two friends nodding in agreement.

"Sure, if y'wanna waste more time" the stranger shrugged, not seeming to care too much about what decision they made.

"You guys can walk if you want but I'm already sweating so I'm taking that generous lift" you shook your head, you didn't want to be walking who-knows how long in this heat.

Your response made the stranger grin before he returned to his truck. "Hop on in" he smiled, gesturing into the truck like a real gentleman.

"Thanks" you returned his smile, joining him and climbing into the truck.

"Alright, I'll go with you" Seth sighed, figuring it was probably best not to leave you alone with this stranger. As he climbed into the passenger seat beside you, you shifted over so that you were sitting on the middle of the bench.

"I'm Y/n, by the way" you introduced yourself as the stranger climbed into the driver's seat, sitting beside you.

"Lester" the man introduced himself in return, while your friend remained quiet, not giving his name.

"Thanks for the help, Lester" you thanked him again, more personally this time.

"No problem. Can't leave helpless tourists without assistance 'round here" Lester claimed as he started up the truck, driving past your friends who remained with the car.

Seth watched Sara and Morgan fade into the distance in the side mirror before turning his attention back to you and the stranger, sensing a tension that made him shift uncomfortably. A tension that you didn't seem to be feeling.

"So, uh, how's business?" Seth asked in a weak attempt to feel less awkward and make conversation.

"Mostly dead" Lester shrugged, making you laugh while Seth remained silent.

Your laugh caused Lester to look at you, his brow slightly furrowed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that was a joke..." you apologised, your laughing coming to an abrupt end. "Y'know...because of the roadkill in the back..." you hoped to explain yourself.

"It was a joke" Lester assured you with a little smile, turning his attention back to the road.

"Oh...okay" you giggled to yourself, relaxing when you realised you hadn't done anything wrong or accidently offended him.

"If y'liked that one, y'should hear my others" Lester claimed, his smile growing as he glanced at you. It wasn't common for tourists to find him even slightly amusing, most feeling uncomfortable around him.

"I'd love too. I'm a sucker for silly jokes and puns" you admitted, making his smile grow again.

"Yeah, they have a shit sense of humour" Seth muttered. You couldn't help but frown, his commented just felt...mean spirited. It had put a frown on Lester's face as well.

"Well, Lester gets it" you rolled your eyes.

The rest of the journey to Ambrose was spent by you laughing as Lester told you joke after joke, none of them amusing Seth. Lester quickly realised that he liked making you laugh, liked listening to your laugh.

"And...welcome to Ambrose" Lester announced as he drove into the town, stopping outside of the garage. "I'll introduce ya to Bo" he offered.

The three of you climbed out of the truck and followed Lester into the garage. "Bo!" Lester called out into the seemingly empty gas station, "I brought ya some customers!"

A mechanic walked out from the back, squinting at Lester before looking at the two of you. "What can I help ya with?" he, who you assumed was Bo, asked.

"Just looking for a fan-belt" Seth informed him.

"Fan-belts are over there, knock yourself out" Bo nodded towards the collection of fan-belts, moving behind the counter.

You decided to browse the snacks while Seth went to take a look at the belts. "Ain't got our size" he sighed and you couldn't tell whether he was feeling defeated or frustrated. Probably a little bit of both.

"Got some new ones up at the house, should have the right size there. I'll take ya up for a look if ya want?" Bo offered.

"Sure" Seth agreed with another sigh, just wanting to get back on the road.

"Wanna check out the wax museum while they fix up the car?" Lester asked, making you jump a little, you hadn't heard him approaching.

"Wax museum?" he thought the way your face lit up was adorable. "Sure" you agreed with a nod.

"Y/n...maybe we should stick together. Y'know...don't wanna lose each other" Seth suggested nervously.

"We'll be quick, you get the fan-belt and we'll be back on the road before you know it" you assured him.

Seth couldn't argue much more because Bo was already escorting him out of the gas station and to his truck, while Lester led you up to the museum.

Lester opened the door for you, letting you wander inside before joining you, gently closing the door behind him. He just watched you as you started looking around and examining the various pieces of his brother's art, your gaze filled with awe.

"I used to love wax museums when I was a kid but when I went back as an adult, the magic was kinda gone" you told him. "But these are incredible, they're so real" you gushed, this was certainly the most impressive wax museum you had ever seen.

"Yeah, the artist is pretty talented" Lester nodded in agreement.

"Artist? Just one?" your eyes widened slightly as you turned to face him.

"Yeah...uh, Trudy Sinclair started this place but her son, Vincent, took over after her death. The figures, the paintings, they're all his handiwork" he told you, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Wow...that's incredible. Well, it looks like he continued his mother's legacy" you complimented, beginning to look around again.

Lester couldn't help but smile, you were just so sweet. "You're real nice, y'know?" his voice was quieter now, his hand rubbing his shoulder in a self soothing gesture.

"What do you mean?" you frowned a little, turning to him again. You just felt it was a strange thing for him to say.

"I know how I look, how I sound...I know I'm smellin' bad-" he began his self-deprecating list but you didn't let him finish it.

"Yeah, because you were hauling roadkill around before you found us" you shrugged, not quite understanding his concern.

Of course he smelt kinda bad, he was hauling roadkill. Of course he was dirty, he worked out in the woods in the dirt. Of course he wore old, dirty clothes, any sensible person would to avoid ruining clothes that were in a better condition. And as for how he sounded, you assumed he was talking about his accent and the way he talked, and you didn't think that was a problem at all.

"See, y'real nice" Lester smiled slightly, as if you had just proved his point.

"Look, I'm sorry about my friends. We're city folk, y'know?" you apologised, attempting to be a little playful to lessen the tension. "Plus, stranger danger and all that" you added.

"You weren't afraid or nothin'" Lester recalled, almost looking confused.

"Because you seemed nice, you looked nice, and you wanted to help us" you told him with a small shrug, you really hadn't thought all that much about it.

You couldn't help but smile at the light pink flush that formed on Lester's face, and the cute little smile that tugged at his lips. You think he looks nice?

"You've got a cute smile" you complimented, making him smile even more. Hoping you hadn't made him uncomfortable, you decided to change the subject. "What's your favourite piece?" you asked, gesturing around the room.

"The dog" Lester grinned, showing you the curled up wax dog lounging on the chaise lounge.

"Oh yeah, he's adorable" you agreed, impressed by the attention to detail in the fur.

"Looks like my dog" he told you.

"You have a dog? What's their name?" you asked with another grin.

"Jonesy" he liked sharing these little things with you, having normal conversation. He liked even more that you seemed genuinely engaged with the conversation, like you wanted to be talking to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Cute" you seemed to approve of the name.

"Y'should meet him, he'd like ya" Lester insisted, making you smile.

The two of you were interrupted when a car horn sounded, it didn't sound like it was right outside, probably somewhere else in town. You just frowned, wondering what that was about as you looked back at the door. It could be Seth and Bo signalling for you.

"I'll go see what that was" Lester placed a hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place. He walked towards door before pausing, looking back over his shoulder at you. "Actually, you should probably come with me" he decided, knowing Vincent would be lurking around somewhere. He didn't want you getting into any trouble.

"Uh, okay" you shrugged, confused by his change of mind but following him out anyway. You didn't think much of it.

The two of you walked back down towards the garage, seeing that Bo had towed the car into town and brought Sara and Morgan with him.

"Everything alright?" Lester asked.

"Yeah, just sorting out your friends" Bo's answer and smirk was directed at you, making you frown at little. That seemed...strange.

"Where's Seth?" you asked, glancing around for him.

"Oh, he got talking to my brother. They'll probably be down soon" Bo assured you casually.

"Bo?" Lester got the other man's attention again. "Can I have a word? It's about, uh...it's about my truck?" he didn't sound so sure about what he wanted to discuss.

Bo just nodded, seeming irritated, before guiding Lester into the garage to talk.

"Damn it's good to see you" Sara sighed. "Surprised the hick didn't kill you" she cringed.

"Oh come on, he's nice. Leave him alone" you rolled your eyes. "Plus, the mechanic gives me the creeps more than Lester" you admitted.

"Lester?" Morgan cocked an eyebrow at you.

"The roadkill guy" you clarified, remembering that they didn't get his name.

"Please, for the love of all that is Holy, tell us that you don't have a crush on 'the roadkill guy'" Sara pleaded dramatically.

"He's cute" you muttered shyly, knowing the teasing and scolding you were going to get.

"You have the worst taste" Sara groaned, as if disgusted by the idea.

"I do not...he's funny" you continued with a small shrug.

"Y/n!" they both scolded, making you fall silent.

Inside the garage, Bo was holding his face in his hands, muttering to himself as he listened to Lester ramble on about all the reason that they should spare you.

"All because you got a damn crush?" Bo asked in disbelief, looking at his younger brother again.

"What? No. I don't have a crush" he denied but the way his face turned red told a different story.

"Y'know what, weirdly enough, I think they like ya too" Bo confessed with a sigh.

"Y'do?" Lester asked with a bright grin, destroying any believability of his previous lie.

"If anything goes wrong, if they cause any trouble, it's on you" Bo warned him.

"It'll be fine, I'll handle it, I promise!" Lester agreed. Despite the warning, he could only focus on what this meant. Bo wouldn't hurt you.

"Alright, get 'em out of the way while me and Vin deal with the others" Bo ordered, knowing that if you got caught in the middle of everything he wouldn't be able to keep his promise.

"Sure, I'll take 'em to see Jonesy, give me a call when it's all over" Lester smiled.

"And how are you gonna explain everything to them?" Bo cocked an eyebrow at him, assuming he didn't have a very good plan in mind.

"Uh...I'll figure it out. Just don't want 'em to get hurt" he confessed that he hasn't thought that far, he just didn't want you to meet the dame fate as your friends.

For now you would be safe, he would be able to make you laugh and smile a little more before Bo's phone call came and you had to learn the truth. He didn't know if you would ever be able to forgive him, but you would be alive and that would be something.

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eternally grateful that who you follow can be hidden on tumblr, so people on here dont send weirdo "you're following [insert person I don't like] btw" DMs to other users

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that thing abt middle schoolers making fun of you for being gay before you even knew you were gay but its those old magicians sending dean to a gay bdsm club without knowing hes [omitted]

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redd animal crossing doesnt even know if the art hes selling you is fake he literally just gets it from god knows where and is like “this looks sick” and then puts it on his boat

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Batman: Widening Gyre (2009) #1

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Oh my god I think it just really set into my brain that most people think healthy food = food that makes you lose weight and that’s 40% of why our country’s entirely fucked up

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Jesus fuck

i cannot believe that i am only now learning about the dinosaur king drama

in case you’ve never heard of dinosaur king:

it’s a pretty mediocre anime from the early 90s, that was pretty much just made to market this dinosaur trading card game. the plot was extremely boring (until stuff suddenly started happening around episode 35), and for some reason they decided to have all the dinosaur fights with these incredibly stiff 3d models, which was.. a choice..

all together it was so bad that it’s good (but not particularly good), and kinda forgettable

and then they decided that it needed a remake. they were releasing some new toys, and a video game was being worked on, so in 1999 they released a fucking remake of that weird show

the writers and producers were these two austrian guys, suppenheimer and vemovich

the remake was planned to be two seasons

the original dinosaur king had two seasons as well, the first had 49 episodes, and the second had 30 episodes

the remake was 60 episodes total, and completely ignored season two of the original

suppenheimer and vemovich only retold season one, expanded it a bit, reshuffled some events (namely putting the twist from episode 35 way earlier), giving the characters actual motivations… they actually managed to make the show good

(they still kept in the weird 3d dinosaurs, and the card game tie-ins, because at the core the show was still about marketing the toys)

and then season two ended, neatly tying up the story, and it was genuinely good

and then the network renewed the show for a third season

suppenheimer was done with the show at that point. they only ever wanted to make two seasons, and they had told exactly the story that they wanted to tell, so they were out

but vemovich wasn’t done yet, so he stayed on and wrote season three.

and season four.

and…

the entire remake turned out to be twenty seasons long

and it got weird, lemme tell you

the very first thing vemovich introduced in season three of dinosaur king, the anime about dinosaurs and traveling to the ancient past, was alien space pirates

which i guess makes sense, because they can travel through time, so the future is technically also viable

and then season six was all about one of the main characters becoming a werewolf? which was never fixed, but they also just never mention it at any point after the season six finale

season eleven was all about the love story between one of the supporting cast and one of the antagonists (who had a redemption arc early in season two, but vemovich cast him as a villain again anyway starting in season four)

season sixteen only had one episode where any dinosaurs appeared?? in a show called dinosaur king? and i’m pretty sure they said the word “dinosaur” zero times in that entire season

it was weird, okay, the entire remake was weird after season two

meanwhile, on the forums (and later on twitter), suppenheimer has completely divorced themselves from the show’s production, but they are definitely still watching, and loudly complaining

suppenheimer and vemovich were actually said to be on pretty good terms during the production of the first two seasons, but after that suppenheimer got mean

[id: a tweet by @ cimminimmi from december 2016 that reads “what was the worst show you guys watched this year?”, with a reply from @ suppi_sr (suppenheimer’s twitter) that reads “dinosaur king. for the 5th year in a row.” end id.]

we never really heard anything from vemovich. he was never on any of the forums, and he had a rule of never publicly interacting with any hate whatsoever

so we had suppenheimer just tearing the show down at every point, calling for people to stop watching, and even making several petitions to have the show cancelled, none of which ever went anywhere of course

because we then got season seventeen, which introduces vemovich’s author insert. they are absolutely not subtle about it, the character pretty much goes “hey, my name is vemovich, i’m the guy who is writing this story”

and he just occasionally pops up during the next four seasons

and then season nineteen and twenty are building up to this great unseen danger that is threatening to wipe out the universe

and at the very goddamn end of season twenty, the finale of the entire show, the big threat is finally revealed

so, i’ve said that this entire thing is an anime with weird 3d dinosaurs inserted into it

the big bad, the last villain that was threatening to destroy the fabric of reality… was suppenheimer

a live action suppenheimer, who is greenscreened into the anime world

he is of course stopped by vemovich’s author insert, who up to that point had been 2d animated, but now he is also greenscreened into the show

so the goddamn epic finale of the show is a live action suppenheimer and vemovich fighting, using 3d animated dinosaurs, on this 2d animated battlefield

it looked bad

and then the show is over

but this story is still going

because suppenheimer has spent the last eighteen years tearing apart the show and tearing apart vemovich publicly at least once per week

and then, two years after the show is over

those bastards tweet out that they are married

[id: a twitter conversation between vemovich, suppenheimer, and twitter user abblycidre from october 2021. vemovich is replying “love you, babe” to suppenheimer. suppenheimer replies “love you too.” abblycidre replies “don’t you two have beef?” suppenheimer replies “we can have beef and be married at the same time. it’s fine.” abblycidre replies “married?!” in all caps. vemovich replies “last i checked we’ve been married for 13 years now, yeah”. end id.]

so i guess the tweet where suppenheimer threatened to divorce vemovich wasn’t a joke after all

[a tweet by suppenheimer from june 2012 that reads “@ vemovich. if you don’t stop ruining dinosaur king i will divorce you.” end id.]

suppenheimer and vemovich have been living together for the entire goddamn run of the dinosaur king remake, while suppenheimer was constantly starting shit about the show online

they’ve been dating since before the show even started, and they got married during season nine, and they’ve just been keeping up those personas for twenty fucking years

and i just kinda don’t know what to do with my life now that i know that

what the fuck did those guys’ home life look like?!

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spaces

summary: you knew he would never look at you the same way he looked at her, but why are you still trying?

inspired by: spaces by martti franca

pairings: tony stark x reader (one-sided), tony stark x pepper potts

warnings/tags: ANGST, unrequited love, implied smut, unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking) – lmk if i missed any!

word count: 284

a/n: this kinda sucked ngl :// i might rewrite this, who knows?

credits: gif

likes, reblogs and feedbacks are greatly appreciated! please, please let me know what you think!

“This was a mistake.”

Tony's words echoed in your head as you walked down the hallway to his office.

It had been a week since that incident.

You knew how stupid you were being, yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop. You knew from the start that falling in love with your boss is not ideal. It doesn't work like the romance books or the fanfictions you've read. You knew, yet you pushed through. You didn't fight it. You went with it.

Now, you've dug yourself a deeper grave by sleeping with him. It was one time, but it ignited hope within you. He saw you that way once. He noticed you once. Surely, he would again, right?

He and Pepper had broken up again. He was devastated. Brokenhearted. Again. He needed a friend. You played that part.

You stayed with him hours after work. You stayed with him as he surrounded himself with work. You watched as he drowned himself in alcohol.

You tried stopping him once, but it didn't end well for the both of you. It ended up with him basically regretting every connection he has with you. It ended up with you just falling deeper than you already are.

And as you opened the door of his office, the hope inside you died as you saw him smiling happily, looking at her with so much love and adoration in his eyes.

It hurt. A lot, but you stayed. Like you always did and you knew that the moment he falls back, you will be the one to catch him.

He might not have a single space in his heart for you, but your whole heart will always be for him.

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thanks for the validation, costar

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Burning Candle

Pairings: Vincent Sinclair x reader

Contains? || Angst to comfort(?) || Reader is a hostage/prisoner || Love at first sight❤️ more like spiral down to Stockholm Syndrome || Kinda dark

2500+ Words

Thank you to those who enjoyed reading my Bubba fic😭❤️

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It was an accident. You didn't mean to ruin Vincent's latest wax sculpture.

Bo asked for the two of you to split up and kill the last remaining survivor in hiding. You were determined to prove to him that you're capable of doing so. As you were searching for the victim in the museum, they managed to catch you off guard and tackle you into one of Vincent's piece.

To make matter's worse, it was one of his favourite artwork, a sculpture of a beautiful young woman who was unfortunate enough to stumble into this ghost town. Vincent became infatuated with her until he locked himself away in his workshop for several days doing god knows what.

Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest as your mind became frenzied with the possible aftermath of Vincent finding out that you had ruined his precious work. He's going to get mad. And you didn't like it when he was mad because he'd be more scary than his twin brother in that situation. Your clammy hands grip the pieces of wax tighter, Will he hurt you? Maybe. Is he going to kill you when he finds out? That's possible.

The room began to spin and your breathing slowly felt constricted.

You needed to get out of here— No! You have to fix this and apologize. Your thoughts became disjointed the longer you ponder about the outcome until you didn't even notice a figure slowly creeping up towards you with his long dark tresses. You flinched when something tap the side of your shoulder, you turn to see Vincent tilting his head in confusion.

Your eyes cast down towards the bits and pieces of wax on the dirty floor and you immediately start to panic, "Vincent... I— That guy attacked me from nowhere and he pushed me into it... I'm sorry," the words couldn't form correctly in your mind as you try to explain and apologize at the same time. Vincent glance down at the broken pieces for a few seconds but didn't say anything as usual, you swallow the bile that was gradually rising in your throat as you try to scan for his reaction. It was obvious he was upset but he wasn't reacting like how you thought he would, instead he just turn his gaze back towards you with the same curious look from before.

What could he be thinking?

You hold his gaze for a few seconds and he sighed in defeat before lifting your hands in his own. He lifted it enough for you to finally realize your body is shaking uncontrollably and blood was leaking from a big cut you got from the fight with the now dead victim. Were you hyperventilating? And when did you even got injured?

"Oh." Was all you managed to say as relief flush through you. He wasn't going to kill you! You let out a weak laugh, "I'm fine! Must be the adrenaline but... I'm fine," You try to convince him but he wasn't letting go of your wrist rather, his grip only tightened and his expression remain unreadable as ever.

"Vinny, I'm fine!" You forced a smile while trying to pull your hands from his grip but when he suddenly lifted his other hand, you flinched and glance away in fear expecting the stinging pain from his palm. But instead, you feel his soft hands gently caressing your cheeks.

Stunned. You gathered whatever courage you had left to face him again. And you saw it clearly, the genuine fear in his eyes from your reaction to him. He quickly cover it by looking away and tugging you as a way of saying "get up,"

... He was actually worried for you?

In some sick and twisted way, the thought made your heart flutter. You couldn't help but smile towards your captor.

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A/N: I'm too inconsistent😭 This wasn't how it's supposed to end at all. I'll write the most psychotic and sadistic Vincent just like in the movie someday😤

Hope yall like it tho!

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