#I stg stay the fuck away

[h0tr0dimus]

Ok ok so hi I need some help over here.

So since the ROTTMNT movie is coming out I’ve been looking back at old fan content I enjoyed and I remembered this one tmnt fanfic I really liked but I can’t seem to find it anywhere? I don’t remember the name but I remember seeing fanart (or just art idk) for it and it was pre Cassandra Jones reveal so the Casey here is a fan Casey and not either of the Rise Casey’s. Just to be clear.

So some things I remember are that there’s a part where Raph goes to a plant store to buy some succulents with the others. It was mainly Raph focused and was an AU where mutants and humans and yokai coexisted. Casey or their family owned the plant shop and Raph and Casey become friends and do some vigilante stuff I think. Another scene I remember, that I saw some art for, was a scene with Raph and Donnie in the car and now that I’m typing this I remember that it’s cause D wanted to come with Raph and Casey and I think Raph was grounded at this point??? Maybe???

Anyways, I’ve been looking all over for any traces of this fic cause I wanted to reread it but I can’t find it for the life of me, so if anyone has it or knows what fic I’m talking about please please please tell me this has been driving me up the wall for like, weeks now.

#tcest dni #I stg stay the fuck away #roddyrambles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fandom #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #please please help #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic search #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction

[littleoceanbabe]

loki: i don’t want to be alone.

the s2e6 loki writers, for some reason: so anyway i have an idea-

#loki #loki s2 #loki season 2 #lokius #sure i’ll put that tag there why not #y’all i am. not okay. #i’m gonna combust and shrivel up into ash #r u fucking w me rn??? #and NO POST CREDITS SCENE????? #NO ‘will return’ SCREEN????? #I HATE U MARVEL GOOD LORD #I SHOULDVE STAYED AWAY FROM MARVEL PROPERTIES I STG #THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST ONE I TOUCH AFTER ENDGAME AND THIS IS WHAT I GET??? R U SERIOUS #FUCK OFF

[dykeredhood]

It’s fun balking at things (that I generally consider to be normal wants/needs) because I was never really permitted to be an actual person when I was growing up

#made the mistake of telling my mother that we (group of ~11 year old girls) #at a sleepover had stayed up until like 4am #and from then I wasn’t allowed to have any sleepovers with anyone ever again #so yeah my fucking mistake for being so (apparently) delinquent and terrible #we stayed up that late/early eating chocolates I stg #i feel like I’ve not had as much experience being my own person compared to others #and I’ve surlily accepted that it’s not like I can fucking go back in time #it still makes me sad #OFC then later on when things got very dire and I had developed more of a spine #my father was somehow CONVINCED that I was going out robbing stores or something equally delinquent #instead of continuing to hold down my part-time minimum wage job at the craft store which I ENJOYED #fine it wasn’t at all great being a cashier but I tolerated it well enough gdi #I’m not inherently bad!!! i have my vices and my own rotten tendencies but I’m suitably polite and #only affect a general look of contempt because that’s what I learnt from my father! 😃🤩 #I’m supercilious for sure and I do consider myself to be a intellectual #considering the fucking BOORS I have to work alongside with in my department #we’re really getting into things tonight #this got away from me #personal #rant in tags

[alcrescendo]

DAMN

#* shut up kaja. / ooc. #that fucking clicker tho #tlou spoilers // #personals stay tf away i stg

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Part 1. Part 2.

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts

TW for mentions of stalkers

e!news

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️ Police called to Y/n L/n home after attempted break in by armed perpetrator.

Sources say Y/n was home with her boyfriend, singer Matt Carter, at the time of the break in but security chased him away.

This is not the first time an attempted break-in has been made on Y/n's property.

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y.n.is.life Oh. My. God. Praying she's okay rn 🙏🏽

user732 Why are ppl so disgusting. She's a human being. 🤬

y.nfan HE WAS ARMED 😭 so glad security chased him away!!!

user864 She must've been terrified 😢

jojo396 NOT THE FIRST TIME?!?!?!?! STAY SAFE Y/N

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram To my fans. Due to recent events it is with a heavy heart that I will be postponing my tour for the foreseeable future. I am so, so, sorry. The horrific events of these past few days have shaken me to my core. We have discussed this back and forth for hours and we decided that for your safety and my own this was the right course of action. Please keep your tickets and we will try and get new dates ASAP. Thank you for all your love and support. I love you all. Y/n and YourTourName Team. 💜

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fan872

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Fan872 I'm going to be fucking SICK. Y/n's boyfriend Matt is in Greece with some random girl!!!!!! They've been papped kissing and at restaurants!

Her house got broken into FOUR days ago and someone tried to attack her. She CANCELLED her tour due to safety concerns and HES IN GREECE CHEATING 🤬🤬🤬🤬

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user men☕️

y.n.is.mother WTF!!!!! SCUMBAG!!!!!

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stan.y/n GUYS THATS BECCA!!!! Y/NS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!

matt.is.life No it isn't. Stfu. Stop spreading rumours

stan.y/n Uhhh yes it is.... open your eyes

sarah12 You can't even see her properly?

youralbumname13 Poor Y/n!!! 💔

user Love isn't real. Stg. 😭😭

stan.y/n they were so good together!!!!!

matt.fan I feel so bad for him. The pressure he's under. He needed a break from this

fan872 YOU FEEL BAD FOR HIM?! HIM?!

y.n.matt.4ever SHE ALMOST GOT ATTACKED AND YOU FEEL FOR HIM?!?!?!?!

user234 siding with the cheater💀Gross

selena.fan No. Just no.

rach12 And cheating was the way to go??

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️FBI arrive at Y/n L/n's condo in New York.

This comes after a second stalker incident.

Y/n's team has refused to comment.

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y/n123 How is she going through all this? 😭

username3 Poor Y/n! WE LOVE YOU ❤️

user1name Why's she in NY??

y/n.becca.drama Where have you been?

user926 Her home got broke into in L.A. Then her bf cheated on her with her best friend.

user1name OMFG?!?!?!

mama.sel OF COURSE THEY DIDNT COMMENT?!?!?!?!?! WTF?!

lovebecca

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lovebecca Becca has been receiving so much hate and death threats after recent photos of her and Matt Carter have surfaced online.

This is absolutely disgusting!! Cancel culture at its finest, yet again.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

Y/n stans are crazy and will do anything to make her look good and innocent in the media.

Y/n and Matt had broke up because Matt couldn't cope with the stress and his mental health deteriorated. So, Becca and Matt went to Greece together to cheer him up.

They're adults.

Grow up.

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justice.for.becca 💯💯 FACTS

y/nnnn I've never seen someone so wrong b4 😂

queen.tyler Ummm. No? She literally went on holiday with Y/n's bf while they're still together and going through a traumatic experience?

jessicat She's literally a home wrecker

ethan4 Imagine taking Y/n's terrifying experience and spinning it into an excuse for why you cheated 💀💀

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queen.y/n The Devil works hard but Matt Carter works harder.

e!news

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e!news Singer Y/n L/n has first public outing since the attempted break in of her home and break up with boyfriend, Singer Matt Carter.

Y/n, 24, was pictured in New York earlier today with her FBI protection.

The recent Grammy winner cancelled her tour stating security issues and mental health issues to be the cause two weeks ago.

Just days later, then boyfriend Matt Carter was spotted in Greece with Y/n's best friend Becca McKay. The two pictured in intimate moments together have led to online speculations that the two are now dating even though Matt was in a relationship at the time.

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user74 That agent though 🥵

ginaxx I know!!! He can protect me!

y.n.stan Look how thin she is 😭😭😭

hater927 "Mental health" mmmkay snowflake

bi.queen You get stalked, have someone threaten your life and have your bf cheat on you with your best friend and THEN we'll talk about your mental health. 🤡

grow.up.y/n She looks gross 🤮

y/nnnn The irony of your name.

love.you.y/n So happy you're going back outside!!! Stay strong ❤️

everything.y/n

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everything.y/n Y/N CONTENT!! I'm so so so happy that she feels comfortable posting again. Even if comments are heavily monitored.

I missed her so much! I hope everything is going OK with her and she's staying safe.

P.s. she also deleted every single pic of Matt and Becca off her IG. We Stannnnnnn!!!

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girl.bossss Even her shadow slays 😭

dantheman She seems comfortable around the FBI. I'd be tense all the damn TIME

oui.oui. her deleting every trace of them is such a power move!!! Revenge era.

y/n.queen SHES AT THE PIANO! WHATS SHE WRITING?!?!?!?!?!?!

matt.fan The pic of them 2 in the HP robes is so cute 🥹

bye.segual. Was. Was so cute. Not now

hate.y/n Her need for attention is sad

doc.martina Why are you HERE THEN?

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yourinstagram Figuring out what to do next has been one of the hardest things to do. After thinking it over for the past month we have all agreed that being on stage is the right thing for me right now. Life tests us all and this is my test and I will not lose. I will not back down. You all mean so much to me than you will ever know and Yourtourname will continue in NYC in two weeks. Your support has filled my heart with so much love. Stay safe. I'll see you soon 💜

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#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #famous!reader #spencer reid #celebrity!reader #fake insta post #spencer reid x famous!reader

[sluttywoozi]

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: ~6.9k (4.2 is smut lol)| Rating: E (18+ MINORS DNI I STG)

Summary: Part 3 of Buy a Boyfriend, Vernon finally gets to take you on that weekend trip!

Content Notes: sappy as fuck, swearing, Vernon is horny for u literally the whole time, food eating, pussy eating, nipple play, fingering, clit stim, piv sex, condomless sex, laughing during sex, breeding kink, straight up he's in love with u, vernon picks up reader, one spank, message or inbox if i missed anything!

Reader notes: stem major reader, has a vagina, has breasts, wears a bikini and a dress, vernon lifts you up (tbh i dont think he could lift me up in real life but this is fiction so i don't give a fuck)

Vernon’s heart races as he waits in the airport for you. He knows it had been hard for you to give up control and let him (and Seungkwan) plan this weekend, and he desperately hopes that you approve of his (their) decisions. It had taken him weeks of ruminating to even settle on a place, let alone where to stay and activities to keep busy. 

The landings screen shows that your flight is on time and currently disembarking, and he can’t stop his fingers from tapping on his knees. He’s played your reunion in his mind a hundred times by now, imagining all kinds of different scenarios. There’s one where you run to him and jump into his arms, just like in the movies. There’s one where he takes you straight down to the floor and fucks you on the spot, but the trip wouldn’t be well spent in separate federal prison cells. There’s another one, his favorite, where he sees you first and sneaks up on you, tapping your shoulder and asking about your car’s extended warranty before wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the breath from your lungs. 

Vernon’s so caught up in his thoughts he doesn’t notice someone settling into the seat beside him until they clear their throat. He’s annoyed for a second, wondering why they chose to sit right next to him when there are at least four free benches in the immediate vicinity, until he spots the duffle on the floor. His eyes track it upwards, traveling from the sneakers resting on it to the shapely calves to the luscious thighs to the cute stomach to the sweet smiling face. Your eyes lock with his and he forgets how to breathe, air hiccuping in his chest before exiting in a whoosh. In that same breath, his arms have wrapped around you and hauled you into his lap. 

Burying his face in your neck, he inhales the scent that he’s missed so much and hears your giggle sound in his ears before your arms snake around his neck to hold him close. He’s swaying you gently, one hand stroking up and down your back and the other finding your cheek to pull you into a kiss. Before he knows it, he’s necking with you in an airport again and he truly can’t find it in himself to give a fuck. When you whimper into his mouth a bit, he has to pull away and do some deep breathing, willing his blood to stop simmering and his heart to stop thumping. It’ll be some time before he can stand and having you in his lap definitely doesn’t help, but he wouldn’t ask you to move for anything in the world. 

Fingers tapping on the steering wheel, Vernon brakes gently to bring the car to a stop, holding his breath until he turns to see you stare up at the building in awe. He’d really hoped you’d love it, the weathered yellow siding and white climbing roses and soft tan sand just a few feet down the path. You’d talked about wanting fresh air and sun on your skin, having spent a month already locked up in the lab, so a cottage by the beach seemed the perfect choice. 

Your hours were crazy - research didn’t always operate on a set schedule and you spent more time streaking and staining and sterilizing than you did sleeping. Vernon could tell you loved it, passion shining through your voice on the phone, but by the exhaustion in your eyes, he could also tell you were tired. His own classes were getting more intense, finally moving past the basic major classes and getting into the nitty gritty of music production. He swears when he closes his eyes, he can still see sound waves. 

His hand only shakes a little as he unlocks the door, hoping that the inside is as cute as the pictures and sighing in relief when it is. Soft pink shiplap and green plants all over create a soothing environment, and the couch looks so plush he wants to pull you on top of him and take the fattest nap of all time. He can wait though, Vernon decides, as you move further into the cottage on bouncing toes.

He can hear you muffling your squeal and contemplates walking over to tug your lip out from between your teeth with his own, but he’ll let you get over your shyness in your own time. He hears your gasp and knows you’ve found the kitchen, feet taking him swiftly into the room to see your reaction. The open window looks out onto the beach, sage green curtains fluttering in the wind. Your fingers smooth over white quartz and butcher block, your eyes roving over the room before settling on the yellow Smeg refrigerator and this time, you can’t contain your reaction. 

Vernon’s expecting you to open the fridge and find the groceries he’d asked the owner to buy, cold brew and oat milk for you and wine for later, but instead you spin and launch yourself into his arms. He can only laugh, pulling you closer and swaying you gently in the kitchen as you rave about the decor. 

“How did you even find this place? It's so quaint and perfect and the colors are so pretty and the beach is right there!” You say in a rush, eyes wide and shining at him. 

“It took some searching but I knew you’d love it as soon as I found the website,” Vernon says through a smile so wide it might split his face in half. “Wait till you see the bathtub.” 

Your eyes grow bigger somehow, pupils dilating at the thought of a hot bath for the first time in months. He hopes there are candles and bath oils like he’d requested, and tries not to imagine sinking into the water with you. He has too many things to show you to get distracted now. 

You explore the rest of the cottage together, grinning excitedly at each other when you find the massive bed. It stands tall, duvet a stark white to complement the soothing blue walls and honey oak floors, pillows piled high and looking soft as a cloud. Again, he reminds himself he can’t afford to lose focus now and suggests changing into bathing suits to check out the beach, maybe that’ll help. 

Bathing suits definitely did not help with the distraction issue, and now Vernon is facing the additional problem of hiding a boner in swim trunks. 

It’s not his fault, honestly! 

He’d just never seen so much of your body before; you aren’t as comfortable on camera as he is so your side of the screen was always dark when the nightly video calls went that direction. He doesn’t mind though, he knows you like to watch, and he gets to hear you so it’s a win-win situation. 

Now though, Vernon can see almost all of you and it’s proving to be hazardous to his health. 

He’ll need to ask Seungkwan what vitamins he should get to make his heart stop thundering in his chest like this, or maybe Minghao can teach him some meditation methods? Either way, he’s starting to feel light headed and has to look away from your hands gently smoothing sunscreen onto your legs and take a swig of water. 

He’s still drinking when you ask, “can you get my back?” and he chokes on the water in his throat, aspirating some. Vernon starts to turn red as he coughs uncontrollably; whether it’s from an oxygen deficit or embarrassment or arousal, he can’t say. 

Your eyebrows raise in concern and you start patting his back, likely wondering if you’ll have to perform CPR (he wouldn’t mind mouth to mouth). He tries to wave you off but you just roll your eyes and thump his chest once, right below his sternum. Magically, it works and Vernon is able to stop coughing and finally catch his breath. 

“You good?” You ask, cute little frown pinching your eyebrows. He nods, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and avoiding your eyes. Without his focus on you, Vernon misses another eye roll and your thumb moving up to pull his lip from his teeth. Your touch sends a shiver down his spine and he can’t help but lock his eyes with yours. He sucks in a ragged breath when your thumb remains on his chin, lightly stroking at his lip and he lowkey hopes you’ll slide it into his mouth so he can bite it. That might be a bit much for a public beach though, and he’s already struggling to conceal his hard dick as it is, so he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your palm before grabbing the sunscreen. 

You spin and make sure your hair is out of the way so he can rub the lotion into your skin. Vernon can’t help but dig his fingers into the knots he finds, probably from hours hunched over a microscope or typing away at a data program he’ll never understand. You let out a little whimper when his thumbs press into a big one to the left of your spine, and he spreads his fingers out to soothe you while he finishes working it out. You’re barely holding yourself up by the time he finishes, so he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug, knowing you can feel him pressing against your ass. 

You press back and Vernon has to take a deep breath before separating himself from you and proposing a race to the water. He can hear you laughing all the way to the waves from where he’d fallen in the sand after you pushed him. He just shakes his head, feeling his heart swell and his smile grow, and follows you into the ocean, knowing he’d follow you anywhere. 

So, ice cream was a bad idea. 

Vernon thinks you may be up to something, the secret smile you wear threatening to undo him as you lick at the cone, melted ice cream dripping onto your fingers. If you lick them too, he might pass away on the spot. 

He hears your giggle through the rush in his ears, your eyes sparkling knowingly, revelling in his obvious infatuation. He follows the pinky you point out at him until his eyes land on his own ice cream,  currently trickling down his forearm to drip off his elbow and land on the hot concrete of the sidewalk. On instinct, he licks up the length of his forearm and cringes at the lingering chemical flavor from the sunscreen you’d threatened him (with your eyes) into applying. He catches your eyes growing wide and then shooting away from him, smirking to himself and feeling relieved that you’re just as hot for him as he is for you. 

After more teasing from both sides, he grabs the paper wrapper from your hand and balls it up with his, tossing it into the recycling bin by the street. He turns his head to see you rifling through the beach bag and raises his brows incredulously when he sees you pull out disposable wet wipes. 

“What?” You ask, with a challenging quirk of your brow, “it pays to be prepared.” 

You wipe your hands off while holding his gaze, and wait. He tries to look contrite, adding on a pout for good measure, and pathetically extends his hands in hopes you’ll clean them for him. 

You do, and he does his best to pretend the smug set of your mouth doesn’t make him harder. 

The day passes quickly, you tugging him into cute little antique and bath shops, Vernon dragging you into every record store on the block. You find a little sundress, pink and soft and covered in flowers, and wear it out of the store, beaming the whole time.

It’s everything he’s wanted, being able to spoil you and make you smile and get more insight into the things you love. He’d held your hand through it all, your palms getting sweaty and sticking to each other in the heat, neither him nor you caring even a little bit. 

Dinner time comes around and Vernon gets to take you to the little spot he’d found, a mini villa right on the sand. It looked just like one of the buildings in Capri from your travel Pinterest board, and boasted the best Italian on this side of the coast and a wine list to match. Your eyes light up the closer the rental car draws to the stone building, following the bougainvillea that climbed up onto the pergola perched above the dark wood double doors. 

You ooh’d and ahh’d on the journey to the table, bouncing in your seat when the server opens the curtain to reveal a large window looking right out at the sunset. The light floods in, illuminating your features and making your eyes even deeper and warmer. The server comes back to take your orders and recommend a pairing, and he scrambles to choose, too distracted by taking you in to even look at the menu yet. He remembers seeing something about carbonara on the website when he’d made the reservation with Seungkwan and chooses that, not realizing you’d already ordered the same thing. 

Your lips stretch in a knowing smile and Vernon can tell you’re perceiving him, perceiving that he’s already in love with you and that he thinks about you always and that he can’t take his eyes off of you, not for anything. Well, maybe you’re not perceiving all of that but you definitely know something. And Vernon can’t find it in himself to care, would let you know anything if you asked. 

And you do ask, all sorts of questions that have him talking through most of the meal, your eyes locked on him and making him feel like the only person in the world. He might as well be, for all the focus you’re devoting to him, and all he can think about as dinner winds down is devoting that same focus to you. He tries his best not to rush the server as they go through their exit spiel and leaves a hefty tip before taking you by the hand and rushing you to the car. 

The cottage isn’t far, only about 15 minutes away but the drive feels like a lifetime with his hand resting on your thigh, the heat of your skin searing his palm even through your little dress. He’d had a difficult enough time watching you twirl in it all day, skirt fluttering up to give him a glimpse of your bikini bottoms, and now that he knows he’s about to take it off, time slows down. He doesn’t realize his fingers are tapping at your inner thigh until you rest your hand on his and intertwine your fingers. He glances over to make sure he hadn’t made you uncomfortable but all he can see is your lip bitten between your teeth and he immediately returns his eyes to the road, clenching his jaw and the fingers wrapped around the steering wheel until his knuckles are white. 

Vernon all but drags you from the car, after jogging around to open your door and leaning over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. He could feel your chuckle, warm air flowing over his neck and sending a shiver down his spine, and he only tried to move faster. 

He’s about to heft you into his arms and carry you over the threshold when you stop completely and tug him closer by the hand he has wrapped around yours. 

You press both hands to his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss, slowing his mind down but making his heart beat faster. “We have three days,” you breathe into his mouth. 

“I know,” he breathes back, “but I've been thinking about this for four months and I have a lot of ideas.”

Your eyebrows raise before you shrug your shoulders and yank him through the door, now racing him to the bedroom. Vernon wonders if you’d mind just laying on the bed and letting him look at you for a little while, or if you’d be willing to let him mark up your thighs like he’s been thinking about all day, or if you’d want to sit on his face and let him drown in you like he’d been thinking about since he met you. Like he said, he has lots of ideas and not a lot of time. 

He’s woken from his thoughts by movement, your hands slowly tugging your dress up, and he stills them with his own before asking, “can I?”

You nod and Vernon feels serious all of a sudden, like this is an important moment, and his hands start to shake when he places them on the hem of your dress. Smoothing his hands up your body, he lifts the fabric with them until your bikini bottoms are exposed. He brings his hands up up up until the dress is coming over your head, your arms raising to assist him, and the air in his lungs turns to steam.

He’d seen you in your bikini at the beach but this is different, this is in a bedroom, with the intent to take it off. His fingers trail along your waist, palms gliding on soft skin, and moving around to fiddle with the tie of your bikini. He won't untie it until you say it’s okay but even the thought has heat rising in him. 

You still his hands and Vernon ceases all movement, waiting for you to make the call. 

“Can we… shower first?” You seem a bit nervous to ask, and he hopes like hell he hasn’t rushed you too much. You must see that he’s about to apologize and maybe fall to his knees in repentance because you continue, “I just don’t want to get the sheets all dirty with sunscreen and sand. Let’s shower first, and then we can go to bed.”

Which, honestly, makes a fuck ton of sense. You’ll be sleeping in this bed for three days and he knows how you feel about your sheets touching dirty clothes, so obviously you’d want to get clean first. 

Before he gets you dirty again. 

Vernon lets you unpack a bit and find all your toiletries while he messes with the shower to find the perfect temperature. He thinks he’s just about got it when you appear next to him. 

Naked. 

His pupils blow wide open and his knees almost give out with how dizzy he suddenly is. He tries to prop himself up on the shower knob but misses completely and falls sideways into the shower. Your reflexes must be amazing because you catch him by the arm and lean back to stabilize him before he hits his head on the tile. 

Vernon knows he’s staring at you with wide eyes, they might even be sparkling, as he takes in all of the luscious skin before him. His heart is still racing from your sudden appearance and his near-death experience (definitely couldn’t have anything to do with you being naked) and when your hand comes up to rest on his chest, he takes it in his own and pulls you into the shower with him. 

Vernon hears you gasp and sees your skin jump a bit when the hot water hits you, and goes to adjust the temperature. You don't let him get that far, pulling him into a kiss and backing him into the wall. He jumps then, as the skin of his back meets the cold tile, but he settles soon enough when your fingers start petting him, smoothing over his pecs and down to the hair leading to his cock. 

He’s still in his swim trunks and knows they must be comically tented by now but Vernon doesn’t care, shifting forward to rotate your bodies and press you against the wall. He smooths his hands around to your back so not all of your skin touches the tile at once and he feels you kiss him harder, sliding your tongue into his mouth to brush up against his hard palate. 

Vernon can’t contain his moan now, feeling tingles creeping up his spine when your fingers hit the waistband of his swim trunks. And just like in that first fantasy of you, your fingers dip briefly below the band and then wander to the front to press against his hardness. You’re not as much of a tease in real life (thank fuck) and soon enough, you wrap your hand completely around his dick. 

Exhaling a whimper, Vernon sucks your tongue into his mouth and pushes his hips into your hands, bucking a bit when you tug and squeeze harder around the head of his cock. He wonders if you can feel him pulsing, can sense the heat spreading from his dick all throughout his body to settle in a pool at the base of his spine. You must, because you release him and, with a look for confirmation, pull his trunks down completely to let the wet material splat against the floor. 

Vernon frees his hands from behind you, running them along your waist and up until he can cup your breasts in his hands, feeling your nipples perk up against his palms. He squeezes gently, then a bit harder when you moan into his mouth. Brushing his thumbs over your nipples, he swallows your whimper and pinches them lightly, tugging a bit when you arch your back to press into his hands. 

All Vernon can think about now is getting his mouth on you, and he breaks away from your lips to kiss down your neck, sucking at the spot just below your ear and biting a bit when he feels your breath catch. Your hands are in his hair now, pulling gently at the strands and scratching his scalp with your nails, and he desperately needs to feel you pulling his hair as he makes you cum with his mouth. 

But Vernon can be patient, so he trails his kisses down, nibbling at your clavicle and drifting lower to suck a nipple into his mouth. He sets his teeth around you, not biting just yet, and flicks his tongue up and down. He does bite when he hears you whine, feels it reverberate in your chest, and keeps one hand working at your other nipple while moving the other down to rub at your belly. 

Vernon pulls off of you briefly to look into your eyes, and, at your nod, smooths his hand down between your thighs. He almost jumps at the wetness he finds, moaning around your nipple and sucking harder, as his fingers pet at the seam of you. He lets them glide up and down, getting you used to his touch, before pressing a bit harder to part your lips and find your- 

Oh, there it is, Vernon thinks, as you whine again and buck your hips into his hand. He can feel you throbbing, swollen under his fingers and so so soft and hot and wet. You’re even better than his dreams, infinitely so, and he switches his mouth to the other side of your chest before sinking the tip of his middle finger into your entrance. You feel like molten velvet inside, like he could slip right in, and he groans around your nipple when he feels you tighten around his finger. 

His knees get weak again, and he listens to them, dropping to the floor to look up at you. Wrapping his hands around your hips, he strokes his thumbs along your hipbones, and waits for your eyes to open. He doesn’t have to wait long, and feels an electric current zing through his body when your gaze meets his. 

“Can I?” Vernon asks with bated breath, hoping beyond hope you’ll let him in like this. You’re barely done nodding before one hand lifts your thigh to rest on his shoulder and then both settle on your pelvis to pull you apart with his thumbs. 

It’s like Vernon’s brain explodes with the first taste of you; he honestly can’t describe it but he knows he wants to swim in you for the rest of eternity. He slides his tongue in deeper, lapping at your clit and then dipping inside to taste you at the source. You feel even better on his tongue than you did on his fingers, and already Vernon dreads having to go a full month without his face buried between your thighs. If he could eat you for every meal, he absolutely would, and absentmindedly he wonders if pussy has calories and if you’d be enough to sustain him. 

In his musings, he’s failed to notice the shaking of your thighs and the whimpers leaving your mouth. They’re muffled behind your hand and Vernon reaches up to tug it away and place it in his hair, wanting to hear you at full volume. Your fingers tangle in the strands and pull, a pull he feels in his cock too, and he groans into you when your whine meets his ears, muffled on one side by your thigh. 

Vernon slides his middle finger back into you and almost shivers when he feels you clench down immediately. He definitely moans when you cry out, “another, please!”

And how could Vernon not obey, when you ask so nicely? Pulling his middle finger out, he slides it back in along with his pointer finger, curling on the upstroke. He sucks your clit into his mouth, tapping it in pulses with his tongue, and when he looks up, your eyes are screwed shut and your mouth is open, plush lips glistening. 

“Can you come like this?” Vernon asks breathlessly, anxiously awaiting your response so he can get back to work. He catches your nod, a continuous keening sound leaving your mouth and you pull him back into you by the hair. Vernon thinks he might die when you buck your hips into his mouth, but he does his best to survive and shakes his head to get deeper in you.

His thumb takes over on your clit, circling relentlessly, and he spreads the fingers inside you so he can slide his tongue between them. All he can hear is his blood rushing, slightly mystified that it’s anywhere in his body but his cock, until your cries reach a fever pitch and he feels you flood his fingers. He guides you through it, stopping the circles on your clit but keeping the pressure, and curling his fingers to rub at the rough spot inside you. You squeeze down so hard he can barely move, and he feels your thigh shake by his ear. 

Your other knee gives out and Vernon just sinks down to the tiled floor with you, pulling you into his lap and rocking you back and forth, petting soothingly at your still fluttering pussy. 

He feels you panting into his neck, your arms wrapped around him to rub his back and grip at his shoulders. “That was so good, Vernon, what the fuck?” 

That’s definitely not what he expected you to say, he honestly didn’t think you’d say anything, so he can’t stop himself from bursting into laughter. You join him, giggling together on the floor of the shower, rapidly cooling water pouring down on you both. 

You shift in his lap, brushing over his still hard dick, and reach up to shut the shower off. He’d be content to sit there until you’re both dry but not you, apparently, because you start to detach yourself from him and attempt to stand. Vernon can see your knees knocking together a bit and as his gaze travels up your body, he swears he’s never seen a view more beautiful than this. He groans when you start to pull him up but concedes nonetheless, standing and stretching his arms up over his head. 

Vernon jumps a bit when your fingers run over the lines of his abs, tracing up and down until your hand catches on his cock and gives it a tug. His hips jerk to follow you, his mind reeling, and he has to brace his hands on the wall, caging you in. 

You just smile and start jerking him off, dipping your hand down between your legs to gather some of your own wetness to use as lubrication. Now his own knees are knocking together and he feels the tension gather in a knot at his sacrum. Vernon needs to stop you now or he’ll cum, which wouldn’t be the end of the world because he only needs like ten minutes to go again, but he wants to cum inside you, damnit. 

He’d discussed it with you before, if dirty talk counts as discussion, during a few of your nightly video calls. You have an IUD and you’d made a virtual date of getting tested together, opening your results on camera like you were opening presents. Neither of you had fucked anyone before or after that, and thanks to your discussions, he knows the mere idea of him cumming inside you is nearly enough to get you off. 

Which, obviously, is more than enough to get him off. And he has, numerous times. 

His mind is wandering again and you yank him from his thoughts abruptly with your next question. 

“Fuck me on the counter?” 

Instantly, Vernon groans and presses his face into your chest, gripping over your hand with his own and squeezing hard at the base, trying to stave off his orgasm. 

He can barely make out your giggle through the rushing in his ears and shakes his head, knowing that someday you’ll legit kill him. 

He doesn’t think he’d mind dying like that though, with his tongue in your pussy or your hand on his cock. 

You start walking forward, pushing him from the shower by the hand wrapped around his dick and Vernon has no choice but to follow. His stomach drops when you turn and lead him into place behind you, placing your hands carefully on the counter and bending down. Your back arches to press your ass into him and he grips your hips for stability, grinding into you and getting lost in the wet, messy heat between your thighs.

His eyes snap up to meet yours in the mirror when he hears you call his name, and they wander a bit when he notices how the placement of your arms pushes your breasts together. Vernon regains focus when you wiggle your ass against him, his hand landing a light slap on the side of your thigh before gripping behind your knee and raising it up onto the counter. 

You’re spread open like this, wetness starting to drip down your inner thighs and he moves both hands to your ass, spreading you so he can see your cunt. Vernon can see your entrance pulse, clenching around nothing and he asks the universe for strength and fortitude as he guides his cock to your opening. 

Meeting your eyes in the mirror again, Vernon waits for your approval, dragging his dick up and down your pussy. He dips shallowly into you before moving up to rub at your clit, and he can feel you throbbing against the head of his cock. At this point he’s just teasing himself because you’ve already nodded, and he can sense your impatience before you blurt out, “For fuck’s sake, Vernon, put it in already!” 

He tries to muffle his laugh in your neck before apologizing, pulling back and lining himself up. Your back arches deeper and you start fucking yourself back onto him, pulling his cock inside with your clenching muscles. Vernon lets out a long, raspy groan into the steamy air of the bathroom, sinking deeper inside inch by torturous inch. He’s not huge (lie), a bit bigger than average maybe (lie), and it takes you some time to adjust, your walls fluttering around him and sending his mind into a haze. 

Before he knows it, he’s all the way in and he has to rest his head on your shoulder to catch his breath. It’s leaving him in short bursts, puffing against your skin, but he can’t help it. You’re just so- 

So fucki-

Fuck

So fucking tight and hot and wet and right around him, and Vernon wonders if it’ll feel like this every time. If it does, he’ll need to start up some deep breathing exercises because he feels like he can’t get enough air in his lungs with you clenching around him like this, sucking him deeper and deeper inside you. 

It’s taking everything in him not to cum right now, and it doesn’t help when Vernon lifts his head and meets your gaze in the mirror. Your eyes are half-lidded, your mouth dropped open to pant against the mirror, fogging it up a bit, and your breasts heave as your chest expands, fighting to breathe through the stretch. He wonders if he should’ve fingered you open a bit more, spread you out with three instead of two, but remembers you saying you loved when it felt like it almost wouldn’t fit. 

With that thought in mind, Vernon raises a brow at you and, at your nod, pulls out and gently fucks back into you again. He builds the pace slowly, steadily, until your walls don’t drag around him as much and his thrusts are eased by more of your wetness seeping out. He bottoms out inside you every time, hips bumping roughly against yours and he looks down to watch your ass jiggle with every thrust. His hands grip harder at your hips, fingertips denting the flesh and pulling you back onto him, and Vernon feels you rise up on your tip toes before he sees it, his cock sinking into you just a little bit deeper with the new angle. 

Releasing your hips to brace his hands on the counter, on either side of yours, Vernon sucks the flesh of your shoulder between his teeth and meets your eyes in the mirror again. Your gaze shoots straight through him, sending heat down his throat to settle in his stomach, pleasure settling heavily in his gut. 

Vernon can already feel himself getting close, has to break the connection and close his eyes so he can hold out a bit longer, as he starts to fuck into you harder. Your hips knock against the counter and he peeks an eye open to grab distractedly at the hand towel, stopping just long enough to spread it out along the edge and cushion your hips. 

Your hand moves to cover his on the counter and he twines your fingers together, squeezing three times before wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you up to rest your back against his chest. In this position, he can barely pull out enough to fuck into you but Vernon doesn’t care, can’t care because this angle lets him get right at your g-spot and he tightens his grip around you before pounding into you. He crowds you up against the counter, hoping the towel is enough to stop the hard edge from digging into your skin, and targets each thrust at that ridged spot inside you. 

Vernon wriggles the hand beneath yours free and slides it down your stomach to press his middle finger into your clit. When he starts the circles, he feels your knees get weak and you lean further into him. He’s been working out though, so he just tenses his arm to hold you up and keeps bucking into you like the fate of the free world depends on it. 

He’d been too focused on aiming his thrusts to realize how quiet you’d gotten but when your cry breaks out into the air, Vernon shudders and starts rubbing at your clit faster. He can tell you’re getting close, can feel it in the clenching of your pussy and the wetness seeping out around his cock, can hear it in the way your cries rise in pitch and volume, can see it in the haziness of your eyes and set of your brow, the way your mouth opens wide and you start gasping for air. 

A punched out sound leaves you with each thrust and your pussy starts fluttering around him, swallowing his cock and sucking him back in every time he tries to leave. Eventually, Vernon obeys and just grinds his cock into your g-spot and pinches your clit between two fingers, letting his hand stay still and his thrusts do the work of moving it for him. Your moans become keening whimpers and he actually feels the dam inside you break loose, the strength of your orgasm forcing him to stop all movement completely. 

Your walls pulse around him, your wetness flooding out around his cock and Vernon has no choice but to let you pull him under too. His orgasm hits him like a truck, nearly knocking him off his feet and forcing him to lean into you against the counter as you cum together. Vernon’s never cum inside someone before and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt, his cum shooting out in bursts and mixing with yours, your throbbing walls sucking it deeper and deeper inside and he opens his eyes to see the base of his cock glistening with a ring of white. 

Vernon rests his head in your neck and moves his hand from between your legs to gently pull your knee down from the counter, rubbing at your hip to prevent any cramping. He wraps his arm around you so he’s fully hugging you, swaying you gently and listening to the sound of your breaths as they slow. He can feel his heart pounding against yours, which is fitting because he’s pretty sure you just bit a chunk of it off and replaced it with part of yours.

That's fine though, Vernon knows both you and him have plenty of heart to spare and it seems like an even trade. 

You start pulling away from him, and Vernon whines before he can even process it, wrapping you up tighter in his arms and sighing happily when you give up. 

“I was just gonna turn the shower back on, we should clean up so we can go to sleep.” 

Oh. That makes sense, Vernon supposes, and swivels your bodies toward the shower before shuffling you both forward, foot by foot. He loosens his hold enough to let you lean forward and start the shower back up, waiting until steam fogs up the glass to straighten himself up and heft you into his arms. He lets your legs dangle and squeezes your tummy just to hear the giggle you let escape, and brings you under the water with him before lowering you back down to the floor. 

Vernon forgot to grab a washcloth and he thinks it might be too rough for your sensitive skin anyway, so he just rinses you clean with a gentle hand between the thighs and a kiss to the side of your head. He cleans himself off much more roughly before grabbing a towel and stepping out of the shower, knowing you have a routine you like to do. 

He pulls some boxers from his bag and lounges on the bed, letting his mind drift as he waits for you. 

There’s only one more month of your internship left, and then you’ll return to campus, return to him. This little taste of all the things he’s wanted with you, all the things he’s dreamt about, has only solidified in his mind that he was built to be your boyfriend. He has so many more plans and ideas and wishes that he can’t wait to share with you, and he knows that you feel the same, can feel it in his bones. 

Would now be too soon to tell you he loves you? That he’s in love with you? That he dreams about you every night and wakes every morning wishing you were there? That when he closes his eyes, he can see you unpacking boxes in the apartment you’ll share, he can see you laughing at his ineptitude in the kitchen of the first house you’ll buy together, he can see his mom crying when she meets you and his dad smiling proudly at him, his sister sending him a secret thumbs up? 

The door opens and steam billows out, surrounding you in a golden haze. When your cheeks lift in a smile, skin dewy with moisturizer and hair smelling of your favorite leave-in, Vernon thinks it’s not too soon at all. When you climb into bed and immediately burrow your way into his arms, pressing a kiss to his mouth and laying your head down on his chest, Vernon thinks it couldn’t possibly be soon enough. 

Maybe he’ll wait until the end of the weekend though, when he’s sure he won’t accidentally ask you to stay with him forever, just to be safe. 

AN: heyyyyy!! i hope you enjoyed this, i wrote it in like two days and it's pretty long but i like to have some build up and then really go in on the smut so here we are!

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[theoreticslut]

「 sleepyhead 」

robin buckley x fem reader

summary: your girlfriend - & friends - finds you adorable when you’re sleepy.

requested: yes

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, sleepiness, semi-public sleeping, pet names (lovebug/bug, baby/babe, & squish)

a/n: i know i wrote this fic, but it makes me so soft i stg. i love robin so much & this request was so fucking cute. i really hope you guys enjoy it! Xx

Trying to hide a yawn behind your hand, you can’t help but pout as you hear Robin still laughing and talking animatedly with your guys’ friends. 

It’s the weekly movie night all of you - Steve, Robin, Nancy, Eddie, and yourself - had agreed upon, but tonight you wanted nothing more than to curl up into bed with your girlfriend. 

You’ve had a rough week, and you had hoped that a movie night with friends would lift your spirits, but all it seems to have done is drain you more. Thankfully movie night is happening at Robin’s place tonight, so you don’t have to worry about getting home or anything. 

Unfortunately, although Robin’s house is just as much yours as it is her’s now, you felt weird leaving the group to go up to bed. If you didn’t, you would have gone to bed an hour ago.

“Robin, your girlfriend looks a bit left out.” Steve comments, noticing how you’re sitting apart from the group. 

Pout deepening as everyone looks at you, you wish you could smite Steve for saying anything to begin with. You’re content enough to sit aside and wait for them to leave. Now you have to interact with them when you couldn’t care less to do so right now. 

Robin notices your grumpiness and lets a frown settle on her lips. Reaching her hands out for you, she gently questions you.

“What's wrong, lovebug? You look grumpy.” 

Plopping down next to her, her arms wrapping around you, you almost instantly feel your sleepy-invoked grumpiness melting away.

“‘M tired, Robin.” You murmur, curling further into your girlfriend’s side as she chuckles.

“Then go to bed, baby. No one’s going to stop you.” She smiles, stroking your hair as she presses a kiss to the top of your head.

You groan, upset that she doesn’t understand you want her with you, but you’re also not going to say that in front of your friends. While they’re used to the two of you hugging and sharing kisses, you prefer to keep just how soft for her you are to yourself.

“M’alright.” You mumble, letting out a sigh as you feel your eyes get heavier.

“You sure? I know you’ve had a long week.” 

“‘M okay.” 

She frowns down at you but doesn’t argue, knowing how stubborn you are. You’re not going to move to go to bed until you’re ready to. Therefore, she’s more than happy to let you curl into her side as she continues to play with your hair, knowing that’ll comfort you as she continues to talk with everyone.

~.~

“No, because I still don’t understand how there’s so many kids that come in and ask for that movie! It’s insane, especially when I know I’ve told some of those kids no already.” Robin states, adding to the story her and Steve are telling about the video store. 

At your soft groan, though, she quiets down, having forgotten how loud she was being. She knew you had fallen asleep a little while ago, shortly after you sat down with her, but she didn’t want to move you nor did she want to wake you up.

In all honesty, she was content sitting on the couch with you sleeping next to her as everyone talks and just hangs out. It’s almost domestic in a way, and she didn’t mind indulging in it a little longer. 

“Is she sleeping?” Steve questions as he, Eddie, and Nancy look over at you.

“Yeah. She’s had a real stressful, busy week.” Robin sighs, smiling lightly at how beautiful you look curled up with her. 

“How come she didn’t go to bed earlier then? She didn’t need to stay up with us if she was tired.” 

“You’ve met her, Steve. She wouldn’t have given in to her tiredness on the night we specifically have set aside for friends unless sleep took her over, which it obviously did. She’s stubborn.” Robin chuckles, pushing some hair out of your face as Steve shrugs, knowing that that’s exactly how you are.

“She’s kinda cute sleeping like that.” Eddie offhandedly comments, almost always having seen you stressed in one way or another. 

“Isn’t she?”

“I should probably get her up to bed soon. Did you guys want to hang out longer, or…?”

“No. No, we should probably get going ourselves. I mean, it is almost midnight.” Nancy pipes up, answering for both of the boys as neither of them really know when to leave. 

“Okay. Drive safe, yeah?”

“Of course. Do you, uh, do you need any help with her though?” 

Looking down at your sleeping form, Robin shakes her head with a soft smile.

“No. I’ve got her. Thank you though.”

“Yeah, no problem, Robin. We’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Yeah, definitely. Have a good night, you guys!” Robin smiles as she bids your guys’ friends goodnight. 

As the door closes behind Eddie, Robin turns her attention to you, not liking what she’s about to do, but knowing it needs to be done.

“Hey, lovebug. Gotta get up for a bit, okay?” She softly coos, brushing her finger against your cheek as you let out a small huff in your sleep.

“Y/n, baby. Gotta get up so we can get you in bed.”

Knowing you don’t like to be shaken awake, she pats your hip before rubbing soothing circles over your sleep pants.

“Love buuuug, time to get up for a bit.” She sings, patting your hip again.

“Let me sleep, squish.” You whine, not wanting to be up but not having a choice as Robin continues to rub your hip. 

Feeling a pat to your ass as you reply to her, you hear her chuckle lightly.

“I know you’re tired, babe, but I figured you’d be more comfortable in bed.”

Furrowing your brows, you groan as you fight to open your eyes, wondering where you were if you weren’t in bed.

Realizing you were on the couch, you groan as you remember that your friends had been here. You really didn’t want to fall asleep on them, but it seems you did anyway.

“They left just a few minutes ago, bug. They know you were tired.” Robin answers your unasked question.

“Okay. ‘M sorry I fell asleep.”

“No need to apologize, baby. You had a long week.” 

You sigh, nodding groggily as you close your eyes again, sleep fighting to take over again.

“Hey, hey, baby. Up to bed before you go back to sleep.”

“Do I have to, babe? I’m so tired.” You mumble, eyes half closed as you sit up slightly.

“Yes. Unless you wanna sleep by yourself, because I’m not going to sleep on the couch.”

Huffing, you push yourself up from your lying position, pausing as you work up the energy to drag yourself up from the couch.

Robin smiles as she watches you, taking pity on you as she wraps an arm around your waist to help you up. Once up, she lets you rest your arms over her shoulders as you make your way to the stairs.

It takes a moment, but you’re eventually laying in her bed as she digs through her dresser for some pajamas of her own.

“I wanna cuddle.” You pout, frowning at your girlfriend as you watch her change.

“We will soon as I get comfy, bug. I promise.” She chuckles, taking a face wipe and wiping off her minimal makeup.

“Did you take your makeup off, baby?” She questions, turning to look at you as you watch her.

“No. I’m too tired to.” 

“Nonsense. Let me help you.” 

Finishing her face, she tosses the wipe into the small trash bin she keeps in here before pulling out a fresh wipe and turning to you. Crossing the short distance from the dresser to the bed, she sits herself in front of you as she instructs you to close your eyes.

You do as she says, and sigh when you feel her gently wiping away your makeup from the day.

“Open your eyes, bug.” She commands as you open your eyes to look at her. You’ve always found her so pretty, but she doesn’t seem fazed whenever you’ve tried complimenting her.

You squint slightly as she goes to wipe at your lower lash line, trying to get all the mascara off of your lashes. 

“There you go. Now you’re all ready for bed.”

“Thank you.” You murmur as she tosses the wipe in the general vicinity of the trash bin, not caring if it makes it in or not.

“Can we please cuddle now?”

“Yes. You know, you’re cute when you’re all tired and needy.” She lightly teases, laughing as you pout at her before she settles herself under the covers.

After getting situated, you feel her reach out and grab at your waist. You let her pull you into her body where she wraps her arms around you as you wrap yours around her, burying your head into the crook of her neck.

“I love you, baby. Good night.”

“G’night.” You slur, sleep taking hold of you again rather quickly.

“I love you.” You murmur, that being the last thing either of you say before you fall asleep, feeling safe and comfortable in Robin’s arms as she mindlessly plays with your hair.

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[hacash]

ted lasso 3x01 thoughts

WE’RE BACK BABY

God, what a corker of an opener - whenever I take a break from Ted Lasso I forget how much I’m going to enjoy it and then we open up and fuck me it’s always so good

and the big news on everyone’s lips: Ted is officially the character under focus for season three! I wasn’t sure if they’d go there but if this episode has shown us anything it’s that Ted desperately needs something to change! someone else on tumblr pointed out that there was a washed-out feel to the entire cinematography in this episode which was clearly corresponding with Ted’s long-term depression, and that really landed with me - as someone who’s had depression come and go in waves that’s exactly what it is: you’re making the same jokes and doing the same stuff, but there’s this colourlessness that begins pervading everything. Ted’s never been more self-deprecating :( he’s making slip-ups like walking past his own front door….God, the poor man’s a mess.

BUT he’s still talking with Doctor Sharon! Ted’s taking his mental health seriously! this is a good thing!

and on that subject

GET IT DOCTOR SHARON

(I honestly thought that was Hunky Luca she was with for a second; what a turn around that would have been)

so the big question that this season is clearly going to be ramping up to is does Ted decide to stay in Richmond or go back to the US. I can’t wait to see how this unfolds - I did have a minor heart-pang moment when Ted was about to go in and comfort the team about Nate, but Jamie jumped in without even being asked and did a Tedism into the bargain. It was so sweet and so demonstrative of how Ted has planted those seeds for his team, but it will beg the question: if the boys are doing this on their own, will Ted feel he’s still needed at Richmond?

I’m worried about Rebecca this season: it’s clear there are some serious issues around the West Ham v Richmond rivalry that ain’t going away any time soon. It was interesting seeing her scoffing at Nate when he (unbeknownst) ducked away from the press conference to have his panic attack. Bear in mind, this was before he started being a dick about Richmond: so she’s clearly bitter about Nate moving to West Ham (which, as I’ve said before, is pretty unfair: people move jobs all the time) - it’ll be interesting to see if her anger at Rupert starts blinding her judgement again.

It’ll also be interesting to see if her desire to beat Rupert clashes with Ted’s own style and issues…

(I’m also predicting here and now that new, potentially high profile player Zava might end up being another Jamie Tartt but more arrogant and more aggressive on the field - and while Ted may worry that he’s not good for the team, Rebecca will want to keep him around because he’s such a significant player. Watch this space!)

Nate

NAAAAATE

From Nate’s ongoing addiction to Twitter to his unkindness to the players, to Rupert’s constant manipulation of how Nate talks and what he drives, to his dressing down a dickish journalist, to that panic attack, to the car - I am flailing about so heavily right now. Nick Mohammed is going to ruin me this season, stg

Did we notice when he was talking about settling in with his new team, Nate’s comments were that he was ‘getting to know all about them….getting to like them…getting to hope….’ straight before having a flashback of being bullied by the team? Did we? Are our hearts hurting yet?

Even his insults about Richmond - ‘they’re in the sewer because they’re a shitty team’ - are just childish! he’s trying to be a killer because that’s what Rupert wants but it doesn’t work!

Also Disco’s only spoken one line of dialogue yet but I’m immediately adopting him as my new favourite character

I’ll be honest, because we all predicted Keeley and Roy would have broken up, the reveal scene didn’t hit as emotionally hard as it did some people. But on the end I’m absolutely convinced it isn’t going to last - both Roy and Keeley clearly have some growing in their personal lives* to do, and when they eventually find their way back to each other it’s going to be beautiful. I also think that if it was an actual Planned Plot Point (TM) we’d have seen that scene play out in real time; as it is, I think it’s less important how Roy and Keeley break up than how they get together again.

*God, can you imagine Nate’s reaction if he realised Roy was comparing himself unfavourably to him?!

The sewer school trip was such a lovely little reminder of what a good team dad Ted really is. That being said, after two years of this shit, Ted could probably have realised that the sight of Richmond team dropping down into a sewer in broad daylight probably wasn’t going to play out all that well.

Katy Wix is joining the cast!! well, at least we know where she went off to after BBC Ghosts.

SHIRTLESS LOCKERROOM SCENE IN THE VERY FIRST EP; this show truly does give us everything. 

I’ll be honest, I may have inhaled a mouthful of tea here; at the sight of Sam’s arms and shoulders I became a simple Victorian maiden prone to the vapours and in need of a good lie down on a chaise longue.

I, like Dani, am traumatised that Paddington Bear doesn’t actually exist

Colin gets bullied by nuns. (also I swear he was in more lingering shots this episode; the impending Colin storyline is making me so nervous and so excited)

All of the himbos are just so fucking pretty in this episode. Even despite Jamie’s hair choices. I’m also so delighted by the increasing amount of himbo interactions we’re getting: I can really imagine that the writers didn’t quite realise how popular the footballers themselves would be, and are now looking to include more himbo content for sheer funsies. Particular shout out to Phil Dunster for making Jamie as cocky and oblivious as he ever was, but this time using his powers for good. It’s a 

God bless Henry Lasso for joining the Nate Shelley defence squad, and God bless Ted for listening to him. That was such a telling little moment and a promise of things to come, and I can’t believe I got that emotionally affected by a freaking Lego set.

There was so much emotional stuff in this episode, I can’t wait to see what happens next...

….nope, still distracted by Sam’s arms.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #theodore lasso #rebecca welton #roy kent #keeley jones #sam obisanya #jamie tartt #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #dani rojas #leslie higgins #coach beard

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ out of the woods - chapter eight (ls2)

Dhanishka makes a difficult decision, but after 76 days, finds its hard to stay away from both her boyfriend and the world that raised her. So, she decides to make the comeback no one was expecting--but hoping for.

tws/notes: like one breakdown but shes chill, logan and isa are my kids i stg

(series masterlist) (last chapter)

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dhanishkadubey: As of this morning, I have chosen to fully step away from Formula One. It has been a long and hard conversation with my friends and family for the past two weeks, but alas, this entire situation and investigation are too much for me to handle at the moment along with continuing to race with Ferrari. That, plus my worsening injuries, are the main reasons I have decided I will be retiring as of today.

Ferrari will forever hold a special place in my heart. They are the ones who have trusted me since back in F2 to represent them in their Junior Drivers Academy, and since that day they have always been my family.

To Charlie, or Chuck, thank you from the bottom of my heart for bringing me in. Thank you for always supporting me. The amount of things you have done for me are immeasurable, I cannot thank you enough for everything. Aiya says that there's a seat for you at our table next time you're in Bahrain.

To Logan, it has been a wonderful experience to fall back in love with you. Funnily enough, you're sleeping on my shoulder as I write this. If I had to do it all again knowing what would happen, I would come back to F1 over and over if it meant every time I got to have you in my arms again.

To Olivia and Lando, thank you both for the support. From me crying on your shoulders at 3am over stupid boys (sorry logan), to both of you supporting me in this insane moment of my life. I owe you both a big bottle of wine and maybe a whole vacation after this.

And Thank you to all of the other people who spent their days with me uplifting me, working hard to support me, and being absolute angels. From fans to my own managers and trainers and PR, thank you, all of you.

Oh, and best of luck little bearman, you'll be amazing ! ❤️

Forza Ferrari, upward and onward from here.

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My hands haven't stopped moving in hours. Each dish has been meticulously polished to perfection, my hands cramping from the force I apply.

"Babli." My mother comes up behind me, taking my hands in hers and squeezing them, "they're going to be packed away, [no need to wash them so hard.]"

"[Sorry, Mom.]" I huff, setting the sponge down and rolling out my wrists and stretching my hands, "I just... it's been..."

"A lot. [I know. You have been so strong, Babli.]" She smiles, kissing my forehead, and the use of my childhood nickname--something they had stopped calling me after Trident's incident, made my heart ache. She coaxes me to go sit back down at the table and I do, leaning my head into my hands as I open my laptop again. The notes Olivia had taken from my meeting with the FIA staring back at me.

'Purposefully loose bolts on DRS connectors. Break lines partially slashed. Paid around 10.000 Pounds per incident. Astrid Marina. Anthony Davis.'

I groan and begin typing back responses to her questions. This is being taken a bit further. Now William's is fully suing Anthony Davis for blackmailing, with me sort of 'curtopsey copied' on it. I was in a mess with Ferrari right now, so I didn't feel like dealing with another court case on top of that.

Or, moreso, the break I had after the Canadian GP was so bad I was forcibly sent home.

I can hear the Austrian GP playing on the TV. Anya cursing in a mish-mash of languages at Carlos for fucking up his drive or something, and I slam my laptop shut with more force than necessary.

"Dhanishka!" My mother goes to scold me until she sees I've stood, hand tight on the top of my laptop as I stare at the TV in a mix of anger and... regret?

"Danny?" Anya's muted the TV, turning to look at me and there's something in my chest that just snaps and I burst into tears. I hadn't cried once in the past few weeks of absolute hell, between everything with Ferrari, choosing to leave Formula One for the foreseeable future... it was a fucking mess.

And I'd done so well at holding everything together. I'd fooled everyone, even myself, into thinking I was fine.

My mother pauses washing the dishes as I scoop up my stuff and retreat to the safety and solitude of my childhood bedroom. Screaming in some sort of anguish as I drop my stuff on my desk and just drop to my knees.

My head had been a non-stop migraine for weeks, my ribs had been a constant ache, my shoulder only getting worse. I spent every day in long meetings that only made me more and more lost in my situation.

"Anya, [I told you not to do that and you did! Just watch it in your room!] You knew it would upset her!" My mother's voice rings from the hall until I hear my bedroom door creak open and then feel my mothers hands on my sides. She gently lifts me up and then sets me on the bed, leaning down to grab one of Logan's hoodies I'd stolen so I could throw it on.

She doesn't say anything, just kisses my hair and leaves me to sniffle it out as I wipe at my tears.

She comes back with some tomato rasam, urging me to eat it to calm my body down, and she soothes a hand through my hair and braids it while I shakily spoon the soup like dish to my lips. When I'm finished, my mother kisses my head and at my seemingly calm nature now, she leaves me be to the solitude of my room.

I don't know how long it's been until I hear shuffling in the hall again, but I've retreated to laying tucked as tight as I can be in my blankets.

"Babli..?" My fathers voice calls from the door and I huff, burying myself deeper in the blankets. he must've gotten home from work during my rush to my room to hide the tears that threatened to fall. He knocked once, then twice, then on the third he just chose to enter my room. It took him a moment to spot me amidst my blankets, but when he did he smiled and made his way over.

"Sorry I missed dinner, [I had to pick up a package on the way back from work.]" He smiles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed to pop down a little cardboard box, "[For you, babli.]

I sit up and wipe at my face, noticing how my father had used a marker to cover the shipping address. But I swore I could read a little bit of 'FL' on it. I gently open the box with the letter opener he hands me and find a little Williams logo looking right up at me on the back of an envelope. I laugh softly and take out the card, opening the envelope to find the card inside.

‘Isa,

I hope this reaches you before the end of Austria! If not, it’s still quite cute I think. Alex and Lily have these and I figured it’d be cute for us to get them too. Also, the Williams team has sent you a little blue care package to life up your spirits :)

see you in Austin baby, love you to the edge of the universe and back.

- Lo.’

I set the card aside with a wobbly smile and open the first layer of packaging to find a small black box. Slowly opening it, I’m met with two things, a red string bracelet and a small bracelet. I pull both items out and twist them in my hands before adding them to my right arm stack.

A logo on the bracelet, totwoo, catches my eye and I quickly Google it.

It’s a fucking touch band. A long distance bracelet you can press to send a signal to, and as I hear the announcer speaking to Logan I nearly throw myself out of bed trying to get to the TV.

And when the bracelet lights up on my wrist, it takes a second, before I see Logan pressing it on the tv. Three short taps. I love you.

Tears spill out of my eyes before I can explain to my family, but they see my wobbly smile and understand that for the first time in nearly three weeks, my tears are good. My father brings the box to the living room and hands me a second letter, explaining the two items and my heart swells again.

'and a red string! I've got one too. I think we were always destined to be together.'

The bracelets, plus the little dolphin plushie his niece said he had to buy me (with its fucking Miami Dolphins jersey because of course) makes my heart so full, I feel the ice that threatened to hide me melting.

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dhanishkadubey: after six weeks i think i've started to heal. [i love you, bahrain <3]

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user1: LOGAN AND DHANISHKA HAVING LONG DISTANCE BRACELETS. SHOOT ME. OMG.

anyadubey: so glad to have u home habibti <3

totwoo: seeing love from austria to bahrain in real time!

user2: dhanishka leaving f1 makes me so sad but im glad shes glowing now <3

logansargeant: tbh i think this is the most i've ever missed you?

dhanishkadubey: stop ill start crying :( ft me

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dhanishkadubey: some all new bts from my shoot with @ vogueindia x @ sabyasachi !! such a blessing to get to work with the amazing @ opheliapiastry , sabyasachi team, and the vogue india team ! [much love 🩵🤍 can’t wait for you all to see the final product !]

tagged: opheliapiastri, vogueindia, sabyasachi

sabyasachi: [an honor to work with you!]

anyadubey: i was there for this and im still just. jaw dropped, on the floor. wow

logansargeant: anya how do you think i feel?

anyadubey: simp.

user2: i need to see dhanishka back in a race car or ill die

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Oscar and Lando have done a pretty good job of hiding me while interviews are going on. Logan had done exceptionally well, placing top five, and I'm trying my hardest not to let my excitement get out of me early.

"Fucking Jenson-- hurry it up, man, we can only stand here for so long without looking weird." Lando complains and I stifle a laugh while Oscar whacks his chest. The sound draws Jenson and Logan to peek over, luckily I'm able to hide before they see us--or before Logan does. Because Jenson grins and nods to Oscar, who leans back partially.

"That might be your cue, Danny."

I poke my head out to see Logan has his back to me and smirk, running over as fast as I can without alerting him. Jenson, thankfully, keeps Logan distracted until I place my hands over his eyes.

"Yo, what?!" Logan laughs, grabbing my wrists and accidentally pressing the button on my bracelet, making his buzz. He pauses, presses it again while I hold in a laugh and the cameraman adjusts his angle to get Logan's reaction as he turns around.

"Isa!" he shouts, nearly knocking me off my feet with the force of his hug and I laugh now, wrapping my arms tightly around him as he hides his face in the crook of my neck.

"Hi, jaan." I whisper, feeling his arms tighten around me as I close my eyes and snuggle into his hold. One of my hands comes to take off his hat that's stabbing my shoulder so I can run my hand through his longer hair as I rest my cheek against his head.

Through a slightly teary strain he murmurs, "God, I fucking missed you so much."

"I missed you too." I whisper back, "and, I might've told James to go ahead and announce it."

"No." He leans back, holding my face and looking at me for any sign of a lie. When all he gets is a smile he starts to laugh and pulls me in for probably the softest kiss that we've shared.

"Yep." I say in response and he presses another kiss to my head, before turning back to Jenson who smiles like a proud father.

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logansargeant: a great surprise to end off a great weekend, i love you, i'm so proud of you, and thank you for everything, meri jaan 🩵

dhanishkadubey: MERI JAANNNNNNN <3

logansargeant: MERI JAANNN

user1: f1s number one power couple fr

dhanishkadubey: also this is YOUR WEEKEND MR P4???!!!!!!

user2: logan's face when he saw dhanishka im gonna cry

user3: get urself a girlfriend who leaves from her modeling gig to surprise you just because

williamsracing: it was lovely to have a bit of the future with us this weekend 💙 (iykyk)

user4: williams what does this MEAN???

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f1: 76 days after announcing her 'retirement' from F1, Williams has signed @ dhanishkadubey on to drive with them for the 2025 season.

user1: YESSSSSSS WILLIAMS WILL THRIVE!!!

user2: logan went 'nah y'all aren't gonna treat my gf like this' and got her ass in williams

taglist (thank you !)

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[master-of-stupidity]

Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

What if I gave Eugene like- slight wedding trauma after the whole "Beyond the Corona Walls" incident??? I think it'd be kinda cool n in character ngll 🤭🤭

No but that prompt for the unaired Lance n Eugene episode STILL makes me so fcking ill bro stg can't STAND those mfss bro 😭😭

"And if I gave up on being *pretty* I wouldn't know how to be ALIVE" is SO Eugene coded idc idc idccccc

You think if I put Eugene Fitzherbert in The Amazing Digital Circus he'd be a walking dumpster fire considering he needs an identity to function n in TADC u like- quite literally don't have one??? 💀

Was listening to an audio last night n now I kinda wish we knew like- what Eugene's mom was actually *like* in a way considering I don't think her character was ever explored :((

Why is this plushie literally Eugene Fitzherbert omgg I want it nowwww

To the ppl who only see others as their pfps lowkey rlly hope y'all just see me as jester Eugene Fitzherbert cuz that'd be rlly funny n I'd love that 💀🙏 like yes I truly am just Eugene in a jester fit yappin my ass off on twitter dot com LMFAOOO (btw follow me @/theratbatjester)

#martin kratt #wild kratts #tangled the series #tangled series #tangled #tangled oc #tts eugene #tts oc #tts cassandra #tts rapunzel #tts lance #tts edmund #new dream #tts #into the woods #heathers #im so normal #so so normal #eugene fitzherbert #lance strongbow #tadc #the amazing digital circus

[thetoaddaddy]

I dont think i ever really explained why I like the idea of Jiraiya living a more troubled/neglected childhood. Honestly I just like the juxtaposition of the rich girl from the most influential family, the tragic orphan full of resentment, and the white trash hick from the slums.

Have I hooked you? Long sorta in this essay I will type of explanation of my reasoning post. Trimmed so you don’t have to suffer through scrolling a big long post unless you volunteer to it. And I welcome reblogs with your own thoughts added to it or comments. I like having these kinds of discussions.

It makes for a fun dynamic and puts together three very different social classes that make up the Sannin and the most common 3 classes of society. Tsunade has everything from money, social status and livin in the rich how dare the neighbours put up an extra twinkle light we’re contacting the police neighbourhood. Orochimaru lost his family but lives fairly okay being a ward of the Hokage/state plus as a genius kid with potential to end the war with his big fucken brain and lack of empathy he would most likely be treated more special. Jiraiya hiding his money in the floorboards of his room cuz he knows his parents will steal it to buy into their addictions and he’s well aware no one really expects him to be nothing more than a failure.

Plus we don’t have any characters who have a troubled relationship with their parents in this way. Yeah we got dead parents and asshole cold distant rich clan expectations parent tropes. But not too much on poor and abusive. Which is weird cuz its pretty common to be low income with some garbage parents. (Not to say that’s the case all the time of course) Nor do we see much for alcoholism or similar addictions just ruining a family. The most he ever speaks about his parents in canon is that they were civilians. Kinda cold imo. Like I get that most likely kishi figured no one cares that much from where Jiraiya came from but that throw away line had me thinking and this headcanon came out.

So it’s pretty poetic that Jiraiya grew up full Glass Castle from a nothing neglectful civilian family and made something of himself with his own determination rather than being crutched with clan powers or high blood relations. He’s a nobody who proved people wrong and grew beyond his upbringing. His life we see on screen has always been pretty born under an unlucky star/he had to claw his way for anything he’s wanted and nothing was ever given to him. So it makes sense to me anyways that his early life was just as claw his way out from falling off the face of the earth. He could have just picked the easy way and not rise above being some drunk gutter rat that is just a direct product of his upbringing. But he focused on trying to get out rather than keep the cycle going. He picked the academy and proved he was not just above the curve but the grit he already had from surviving his broken home made for a determined courageous motherfucker. With that he became rich and renowned. All on his own.

I think that gives him more interesting motivation than the canon basically being ‘on my quest for pussy brb🏃‍♂️’ Like damn can we please uncreepy him kishi i stg. And I like to ignore his railroaded prophecy ass I must find my destiny stuff. That ruins his accomplishments. Honestly as a fairly empathetic person who grew up poor and hungry why wouldn’t he take pity on three war orphans and try to do good by them where he was never given that comfort? It’s far more compelling and interesting story than some crazy old toad told me to do it and I took those words so fucking literally it led the rest of my life.

I like to imagine he’s simply more wayward and never felt satisfied staying put(especially with all the horrible memories Konoha gives him). It also makes more sense for him to have this kind of chip on his shoulder over being some average guy who had an average upbringing. He can handle himself not just in battles but in dealing with the more uncomfortable situations like traveling through poor areas with the know how.

Like he knows how to speak crackhead and the slum folk clock him as one of their own. I wouldn’t call it street cred or anything. He just has the street smarts beyond that of an average person and it shows. Plus in some verses I like to think he travels hoping to find love as well. Can’t find one’s soulmate staying put in a village can they? ;)

Not every character has to be tragic I know. And this is just what I think. You don’t have to agree with me or accept my interpretations. He could have easily just brushed off the subject cuz he keeps people at an arms length. Which he does for the most part.

But I feel like with the Sannin era we were left with such well cooked and seasoned snippets that it became kinda frustrating that the rest was kinda undercooked or plain still in the damn deep freeze. So we get brain zoomies and try to fill in the big ass gaps. I want to know how three of the most interesting and important ninja of the shinobi world grew up. It’s fun to imagine and make these types of interpretations. Even if it is answered one day in a mini series or a book, I’ll still probably prefer what I and my moots cooked up. Cuz honestly we put more care and deep thought into these characters than kishi does at this point 😭

#q #uuhhhhh headcanons #🌺 ooc post #jiraiya

[k-wavehours]

I'm on my knees I need nsfw Alva hcs please (yes I'm also very normal about that old man)

/cracks knuckles/ here we go this is what I've been waiting for

Alva fucker nation rise up

Going to TOWN on this please DNI if you are not 18+ Khai is going insane on this

Lets get a scenario cooked up first kind of based on my last Alva ask I answered.

You find him reading something in the library after a very late match. What happened that match? Well I'll spell it out for you. You were being a little prick. You took advantage of Alva's poor weak heart and his outpouring love for you by being the only one to rescue your teammates (some of which you didn't even really like). You weren't even a big rescuer! You knew you could still win the match by taking advantage of his desire not to down you in a match. How cruel. You approach him as usual from behind his seat to see what he's so focused on. He knows you're there but he doesn't turn to greet you like he normally would.

Petty.

You aren't having any of that so you come around and crawl into his lap and ask if he's mad at you for figuring out his weakness in matches. He says nothing, but his eyes haven't moved at all to indicate he was still reading what was in his hand. You lean in to kiss him when he grabs your face to hold you away. You know he's mad at you but he can't possibly stay mad forever (and he won't). You apologize for taking advantage of him that match despite knowing it'll probably happen again. He accepts your "apology" and lets go of you, so you then go back to doing what you were going to do initially. His electrical scars are his weakest points on his body and you know that.

To wrap this up quick kissing up his scarred neck and face eventually leads him to taking you right there in the library. Thank the gods no one else is up at this ungodly hour.

Hold on I am not done it's actual headcanon time!

He's more than likely had some experience so he knows what he's doing. He's a scholarly man and learns quickly, so he'll find your weak spots faster than you find all of his.

He doesn't have a very high libido but he can go from 0 to 100 real quick if you push the right buttons.

As we know, he is very tall. He knows his size too. He prefers taking you in ways he can stand up. This can include bending you over a raised surface, sitting you up on that raised surface so you can get your legs around his hips, or he'll straight up say "fuck it" and pick you up. He's not opposed to letting you ride him either he LOVES it. He'll go in for the sidebite too (he usually likes to be the big spoon). He'll also use his lil electricity conjuring ability to shock you too if you're into that.

The way he behaves during these times all depends on you. You like being submissive and can't dom at all? Fine by him! He's a switch but you won't know unless you ask to do something to him. (side rant please look at his S tier do you SEE that mask? Muzzle? I don't care that could be a surprise tool to help you later if you want to take the role of dominant).

Now one of my favorite parts. His voice. You heard it in his intro trailer and in the season 22 essence 3 trailer. His little purrs of praise towards you is enough to get you off (or is that just me? Probably not). When he's close to his release you will know. He stops running his mouth and his breathing becomes tapered and he lets out the sexiest whimpers known to man I stg.

After the fun activities of the evening or whenever sexy time occurs he does his best to help clean up, after setting his joints of course. Sorry but it has to be done you had him on his back for a while it got stiff.

Aside from that silliness because tbh I'd laugh at him a little he'll get you anything you need if you ask or accept any offers from him.

I want to fuck this guy so bad can't you tell by this whole essay? Thanks for reading <3

#idv hermit #idv x reader #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #identity v x reader #alva lorenz

[autistichalsin]

I have bronchitis, finished up my steroids, and am not better- if anything I'm worse. I literally just coughed until I started to throw up except I don't feel well so haven't been eating much so there was nothing to throw up, just dry heaving, and oh my god dry heaving is one of the most painful things in the fucking world I stg it feels like my stomach is going to explode

And I can't go back to the doctor because I don't drive, the person I live with has COVID, and obviously that means I can't take an Uber because I could have been exposed too (I'm testing negative for now but I have no doubt I will probably get it) and I can't subject someone to that, so I have to stay where I am and hope the cough goes away on its own so I can stop coughing my lungs out

Last night I literally coughed so hard my arms went numb for a few seconds like this sucks ASS

[gvftea]

You Americans better stay the fuck away from their Aussie shows, we’ve waited years and I don’t wanna see any of you psycho bitches there ruining the vibe I stg

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

[asukaskerian]

Monthly word count - march

TOTAL: 3 025 sigh. yeah, unsurprised.

POSTED: i DID post something!!!!! -naruto: mada/tobi/izu ABO cherry wine: days on a wire chapter 9 (2 380 words)

IN PROGRESS: -bleach: bloodsport chapter idk (448 words) -bleach arranged marriage AU that is based on one of my ofics and stalled HARD. :/// (197 words)

... i stg i can NOT write if i'm not writing for someone. otherwise it just stays in my head until i forget.

-- bloodsport -- "Ah! It's señorito Antenor!"

"Hi sir!" "Hi little boss!" "Hi--"

Luppi came to a dead stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Charlotte guffawed. In between two layers of fence, a pack of teenagers hollered their greetings. Behind them was an empty lot -- basketball court? Tennis? -- on which some more teenagers galloped with enough aggressive vigor to make Ichigo feel decrepit.

Half of them had their horns out. 

Askin smiled, eyes crinkling. "Little boss?"

"Shut up. Who called me señorito, ah? Who had the balls to do that?"

The kids jeered, though with the air of people who wouldn't have if there hadn't been a fence.

How odd. It didn't look like the kind of area Luppi and his porcelain doll looks could be from.

The streets had none of the wavy hallmarks of the hotel's architecture. Minimalist straight lines dominated, but the inhabitants seemed to have gone full vendetta with the paint instead, layers of garish red straight over peeling layers of teal, bold but sloppy designs, straight out graffiti...

It wasn't a slum. Probably they were still too close to the rich areas. But it was run-down, messy. 

-- arranged marriage AU -- Grimmjow didn't know why he was still alive.

Pantera was gone from his side; taken away or outright put down he didn't know. Even in the next room over he could have felt her presence; but there was nothing but the white ceilings and the emptiness of the room echoing his pained breath back to him.

The bed would have been comfortable, if he wasn't shackled to it. Wrists, ankles, neck--

The bigger issue was that he couldn't move his legs.

No. No. he could feel the sheets against his toes; he could feel the padded metal chaining in down. (Somewhat. Distantly.) All at once, he strained -- abdominals screaming through clouds of painkillers, a muscle tear -- and his leg shifted an inch, from the hip, nothing lower responding. No, fuck, no--

"You're much too injured to be this wriggly," a woman's unimpressed voice told him, even before the door was all the way open.

Her familiar only made itself known when it ghosted up onto the end of the bed, entirely silent on oversized paws, tufted ears trained on him and head hunting-low. 

Grimmjow sneered, teeth bared, more at the girl than at the cat. 

#teaser #ABO quest

[lightningboltreader]

Char, you know I love you, which is why I'm coming to you with this slightly cursed yet topical ask: rank the Twilight movies from favourite to least favourite and justify your answers 💜

Ok, let's rumble (affectionate) -

Twilight

I am a fool for pining and the first book delivers. There's a delicious build-up of snarling, huffing and angst before the will they/won't they collides with lust, infatuation and then danger. I was FED. My paperback barely survived the rereads before I clung to the movie. Then I quickly replaced my hc's with each actor as they were announced and loved nearly everyone. The Cullens are a dream vampire family, their house and cars a shiny bonus. Plus baseball outfits. Iykyk. And yes, the soundtrack still fucking slaps. Supermassive 10/10. We'll always agree there.

Breaking Dawn

I wish I could break this in two. Wait, it's my review. I shall! The first: Breaking, the steamy slayyyy! The literal bed-breaking passionate destruction and oceanfront honeymoon bliss were a satisfying payoff for the build-up in Twilight. This is the fantastical, happily ever after shit my teenage brain craved. The pregnancy experience was about as much as I knew about pregnancy, so perfect level of detail. Bella has to become a vampire to save her family? So relatable. And Dawn: The dawning of a new era, where mother and child learn to love, where mother makes the noble sacrifice, where racing through the woods and hopping off tall trees is suburban bliss, where your friend and former love interest falls in fucking love with your kid. I stg, this was a true testament to my own new relationship. The man who stayed, who listened, who loved me and poured wine for me while I literally SCREAMED and SHOUTED at my teen rated book proved a level of devotion that neither Edward nor Jacob will ever be capable of. Still, I place the whole book at #2 because it conjured far more emotions than "UGH," unlike three and four.

But first, an interlude.

Midnight Sun

Edwards POV, my beloved. While Twilight + Breaking Dawn holds all my teenage dreams, this origin story companion is a fanfic indulgence I imagine Stefanie wrote simply to clear her comment box. "Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine were about to." It's satisfying because Edward made me swoon but not particularly insightful, unless you're in the market for a little Volvo coupe. The car and driver edition of the series, if you will.

New Moon

My boy drives away, sob! Edward peels out of snowy Forks in a cloud of angst, flinching jaw muscles and puppy-dog eyes in the best interest of his clumsy DANGER MAGNET. He's so dreamy! She's so dumb! I'm so sad! Sweet, furry Jacob lights up our world with his bronzed glow and motorcycle tricks, but the infatuation is short-lived (sweet, attractive boy who only wants your happiness? ew.) because hallucinations of a cute, fanged control freak are better. Until he's slapped around by the Volturi. Love the Volturi though - the name, the aesthetic, the evil popeness vibe - good stuff. If only there were more Volturi and less woe.

Eclipse

Danger, Danger! Victoria wants to kill Bella and destroy the Cullens. But worse than that, Bella has to decide between Jacob and Edward. Is she IN LOVE or does she just like-like supernatural dudes who want to make her their property? Who loves her more? Is it like, too embarrassing to get married at graduation? Do I like have any friends? Like, oh my god, what should I do????? Is there anyone on earth with harder decisions to make? CRINGE. She's insufferable and I lost centimeters on my molars in the repeated gnash. The worst.

The End!

#asks #nice ask day #twilight saga #that was supermassive