#grammar and spelling rules suck so bad

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Surya: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Farmer: You need to stop

#grammar and spelling rules suck so bad #knowing what certain root words mean in like latin or greek helps a lot though #coral island #incorrect coral island #farmer #surya coral island #in celebration of 1.0 release date #two weeks baybeeee!!!!!! #im not ready

[xob1tchs]

(i completely understand if you don’t wanna do this, no pressure babe) but can i have a fic where readers on her period n mentions that apparently orgasms help w cramps (kinda as a joke) but ethan’s more than willing to they fuck??

THANK YOU THANK YOU 🙏🙏

we’ll be so good

fem!reader x ethan landry

warnings; fingering, mentions of blood, period sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight dumbification, pet names (babe, baby, angel) unedited so spelling & grammar errors.

a/n; this is the title inspo, bc ethan is lowk the weeknd coded 🫣 and babe…i can write u anything u want xx

You’re curled up in Ethan’s dorm, face buried in his blanket, body drowning in his hoodie paired with a pair of boy short panties, eyes screwed shut as another wave of cramps washes over you. You groan out in pain, flinching when the door opens, rolling over to see a sweaty Ethan slip inside. He’d left for the gym after his last class, texting you to let you know his dorm room was unlocked, and you’d taken the unspoken offer graciously. Periods are always more manageable when you can cry and whine in Ethan’s bed, earning soft coos and praises in return.

He tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it to the overflowing laundry basket m, before he tugs the door to their wardrobe open “cramps bad again baby?” he questions, riffling through the heaps of close in search of a towel, you hum and he clicks his toungue, sighing “i wish i could help babe” he mumbles.

You hum again, shifting to sit up on your calves, hand between your legs to keep you stable. You let your eyes wander, gaze darkening as you watch the taut muscles in his back flex as he continues looking, and you feel a familiar feeling stir in your tummy “well actually maybe you can” you mutter, head tilting as you recall an article you’d read among your search for more effective methods than pamprin and warm compresses.

He turns to look at you, brows raising in curiosity, tossing a towel over his shoulder. Your fingers anxiously toy with the fabric of sheets, but the ache in your abdomen is over ruling any embarrassment.

“orgasms can help with cramps”

Ethans eyes fall hooded, and he tilts his head at you, lips parting as if he’s about to respond – but only silence fills the air in the room.

Now nerves are setting in, and you feel heat rising up your neck, ready to let the ground swallow you whole “but that’s silly- and kind of gross right? i don’t actu-“

“since you’re on your period does that mean we get to do it raw?”

Your words are cut short, mouth falling open, eyes widening as you watch Ethan toss the towel to the ground; already padding across the room to stand infront of you.

His fingers trail across where your breasts poke through the fabric of his hoodie, to the hem against your thighs, before he’s tugging at it gently — your arms instinctively raising, letting him drop the fabric to the floor “let me help you” he says softly, hand’s cupping your hips, smoothing up your sides, gently skimming over your breasts until the reach your shoulders, squeezing in reassurance

“o-okay” you stutter in a breath, back hitting his mattress with a thump, stomach falling flat against your rib cage as his fingers wonder down your bare skin the the hem of your panties “but- i can take these off” you grip his wrist, eyes widening at the thought of your boyfriend taking your period diaper off.

He chuckles, to strong for you to to keep in place, fingers hooking in the elastic of both your panties and the dark material of your so called period panties, tugging them both down with a shake of his head, letting them fall to the floor by his feet “you act like i don’t change the trash when you’re on your period – stop over thinking” he mumbles, fingers trailing down your pelvis, reaching the best between your legs, pulling your lips apart revealing your pussy to his view.

he sucks in a breath, pressing his thumb to your swollen clit, cooing when you squirm under the pressure “should I prep you? stretch this little pussy out with my fingers? hmm?” he mumbles, fingers already trailing down your folds, teasing your core.

You feel heat spread across your face, face turning to look away from him, hips twitching when he slips it in to the first knuckle, curling as he toys with your aching walls “tell me you want it baby” he tsks, chuckling at your poor attempt to slink down, hoping for his fingers to plunge inside of you.

“I-i want it e” you whine, blinking away any self doubt, lips parting in a frown.

“that’s good baby” he hums, stuffing three fingers in at once prompting you to whine out, jaw falling open at the sudden stretch, pussy walls contracting around him. Crooning out a praise “so tight, always” you gasp at his words, hips jerking when he spreads his fingers, stretching you open.

Your back arched off the bed when his thumb presses to your clit, rubbing in harsh circular motions, your thighs clamping around his wrist “feels good” you cry, thighs resisting as he pushes at the, burning from his strength as he forces them wide open.

“you’re so sensitive, so cute” he smiles down at you sweetly, eyes shining with adoration as he watches you writhe below him,. His smile on widens when he slips his fingers out and you cry his name, pleading for him to keep going, he ignored you, fingers gripping the waist band of his sweats, staining them with the maroon liquid coating his fingers. They fall to his ankles, underwear not found – that makes you clench around nothing, eyes round and amazed when his cock stands straight up against his pelvis, tip below his belly button.

He grips his cock around the base, hips rolling forward to tease his tip against your cunt, ghosting over your clit; gathering a mix of wetness and blood “ready for me baby?” he mumbles in a gentle tone, cock slipping past your lips, protruding at your whole softly.

You whine, skull digging into the mattress, legs spreading impossibly wider “yes yes, please I’m ready” your answer is punctuated with a swift thrust, cock plunging into you in one motion, pussy stretching around him with a delicious burn.

You grips the meat of your thighs, tugging ass a little over the edge of his bed, before he pulls almost completely out save for the tip, and thrusts back in, quickly setting a fast and deep pace.

He fucks into you, balls slapping against your ass loudly, your arousal and blood creaming out around the base of his cock, dripping to stain the carpet. Your hands grip his comforter and sheets harshly, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth hanging open as a never ending string of moans and whines flee free. He’s completely sheathed on your cock, gummy and swollen walls clenching around him with a death grip, swallowing his cock back up with every thrust.

You always enjoy sex with Ethan, but the period hormones have gone straight to your pussy, creating an immense pleasure, mind muddled with the thought of Ethan and his cock, fucking you until you can barely breath. You croon, eye lids fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open, palm reaching to press against his abdomen “it’s too much, it’s-it’s! I’m gonna cum babe, e please” your words slip out a jumbled mess, eyebrows frowning as Ethan fucks into you even harsher, dark eyes focused on the way drool has begun to slip past the corners of your mouth.

His hand trails flatly down your thigh, until his fingers reach your pussy, and his fingers begin to toy with your clit, making you cry out in shock “that’s right baby, cum for me, want you screaming on the cock angel” he practically growls, a chuckle following when you gasp out, breath falling silent as your real ease washes over you, your hips twitch and jerk, pussy gushing mixed wetness around him, making an absolute mess as he makes shallow and gentle thrusts, fucking you through your high.

When you come down, you swear you’re seeing stars, mind a mess as Ethan pulls out, man handling you into a straddling position sitting; sitting you back down on his cock, causing your over stimulated pussy to clench and spasm “threes the charm yeah? know you can give me more than that” he kisses your temple, and you can only slump forward into his chest, humming in a mindless agreement.

#scream iv #scream 6 #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #scream smut #🖤 ; lex talks 2 anons! #my inbox 🫧

[starrycollesta]

I love your writing. Imagine this, Eddie wakes up from a bad dream and you have to soothe him back to sleep (possibly with the power of tits) I trust you. 😉

♡ BABY, HOLD ME TIGHT ♡ [E.M]

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 889

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! eddie accidentally wakes you up while he's having a bad dream. you soothe him back to sleep.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! nipple play, pregnant!reader, fluff, nightmares, ptsd, soft!eddie, you and eddie are married, hurt and comfort.

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3 | MASTERLIST | REQUEST ME !

gif and photos are not mine

Soft whimpers and sheets rustling could be heard throughout the room. Eddie twist and turned in his sleep, sweat now on his forehead, making his hairs stick to his face. He unconsciously gripped the sheets and grunted while he slept. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he jolted in his place on the bed.

"N-no please, stop, please just stop..." he whimpered and pleaded, waking you up from your slumber. Not even wiping the sleep from your eyes, you moved your body and snuggled him close to your chest, arms holding him tight while you kissed his head. He squirmed in your hold, still crying out for whatever causing him so much pain to stop.

"It's ok baby, it's just a dream, it's just a dream..." you repeated lovingly, hoping to soothe him with your words and hold on him. You had to stop yourself from crying at the state of your beautiful husband. It hurt and pained you to see him like this, so distraught and helpless to the dreams that plagued him in the middle of the night. Even 4 years after Eddie was attacked in the upside down, he still had constant nightmares that ruled his life.

He tried to put on a strong and brave face for you, but you could clearly see how his dreams affected him. The nightmares only got worse when you got pregnant. He told you that he was afraid that Vecna could find his way back to him and kill you and his unborn child. You cried when you heard that. The pure pain in his voice never left your mind. That's why whenever he had these nightmares you did the best you could to help him through it.

You whispered praises and rocked him back and forth in your arms. You let out a relieved sigh once Eddie's whimpers became no more. You were going to go back to sleep once Eddie stopped his cries, but he spoke to you.

"T-thank you," he whispered, voice sounding rough and sore from all the screaming he did. You smiled and stroked his hair, pulling him closer to you.

"I love you Eddie, so much," you tucked his hair behind his ear and put a light kiss on his neck. He gasped in your hold, pushing his neck into your kisses. You lightly chuckled at his neediness and delivered more kisses to his pale flesh. After giving him a good number of kisses, you made to move you lips away but he stopped you. He turned around to look at you, eyes not looking at you but at your covered chest. His cheeks burned bright red.

"Wait. Can you maybe...can I suck your nipples?" he said a bit nervously. Even after all these years together, Eddie was still embarrassed to voice his desires to you, opting to show you instead, "I mean, you don't have to, I know this is a weird request at the moment but-"

You stopped his rambling by grabbing his head and pushing your lips to his, silencing him. He yelped in surprise but quickly melted into your lips. He moved his lips in tune with yours, softly groaning when your tongue licked at his lips, begging for entrance. He instantly opened his mouth and sighed as your tongue moved against his.

After a long make out session, you pulled away from him, foreheads leaning against each other, breath mixing with one another. You both stayed like that, neither one if you speak, just enjoying each other's company.

Minutes past and Eddie finally spoke through the comfortable silence, "So can I..."

"Yes Eddie, you can," you nodded and laughed. He visibly perked up and moved his forehead away from you to lean down to your chest. He put both hands on your breasts, massaging them through your shirt. You moaned as he tweaked your nipples through your shirt, you were so grateful you didn't wear a bra to bed. He looked up at you, silently asking to remove your shirt, to which you gave him a quick nod and put your hands up so he could get your shirt off completely.

Once off, he attacked your nipples with his mouth. He sucked on your left nipple and groaned around the small nub. You instinctively put your hand at the back of his head, pushing him more into your chest while he greedily lapped at your nipple like a baby breastfeeding. He moved his hand to your naked stomach and massaged your 4 months pregnant belly. Your head fell back as his wet mouth engulfed each nipple, paying attention to both pairs of flesh. His tongue circled your areola as he looked up at you through his lashes.

"You're so good baby, so good," you stroked his hair lovingly as he sent shockwaves throughout your body. Suddenly Eddie moved away from your chest. You frowned at the loss of his mouth on your nipples.

"M'really tired baby, could you hold me?" Eddie yawned, turning his body to lay with his back to your stomach. You wrapped your arms around him, biting your lip once his back connected with your naked chest. After a few minutes of holding him close, he fell asleep in your arms. You soon followed behind him, falling asleep with him in your warm embrace.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #soft eddie munson

[blueberry-macaron]

✨Determination fake dating AU✨

So I have exams coming up and instead of studying I procrastinated and wrote a Lukanette version of determination based on this idea. Idk I‘m not super happy with how it turned out but writing is a learning-by-doing skill so🤷🏻‍♀️

Sorry in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes! Please enjoy💙

„Marinette, are you still sure this is a good idea?“

Refusing to let any more doubts about the whole thing consume her brain again, she tightened her grip around Luka‘s arm as they turned the corner, approaching the Grevin Museum.

„I don't know,“ she admitted. „But we‘re going to stick to it now.“

She knew that didn‘t convince him. He had made clear fron the moment Marinette has proposed the idea that he didn‘t like it, and she had had a hard time trying to convince him to play along. Ultimately, he had given in, because Luka just was that kind of friend, and had eventually agreed to her plan. Luka was pretending to be her boyfriend.

She’d make it up to him later. Maybe show him more strictly confidential kitty section designs later. Or make him a gift and buy him the new album from this metal band they‘ve seen together with Juleka and Rose some time ago. Or maybe buy him ice cream… no, ice cream was exclusively for people who were actually romantically involved. André had scolded her in the past for not following that rule. Ice cream was for real couples to have a magical moment, not… whatever her and Luka were doing right now. Though she kind of did crave ice cream. The blueberry flavor from that one time she went with Luka when they were dating was really good...

„It‘s just,“ Luka said, „I don‘t get the point. Adrien has asked you out so that you guys can figure out your feelings, and instead of doing that, you‘re lying to him about your relationship status.“

„The point is to let Adrien down gently,“ she explained, „I can‘t date him. My crush on him has brought me nothing but stress and trouble, and now he’s interested in me while I no longer am interested in him. And he hasn’t yet gotten the hint that I’m not comfortable giving him a kiss on the cheek as a greeting. So if he thinks I‘m off the market, he’ll stop and hopefully we can just move on and never talk about it ever again!“

Luka tilted his head.

„I don’t think that’s the way to ‚let him down gently’. Also, you could‘ve also just told him earlier on the phone that you weren‘t interested?“

„Right, so that Juleka, Rose and Mylene could scold me over that later?“

Luka bit his lip, clearly regretting what he had said.

„You‘re right, I‘m sorry. I want for you to figure out what you want at your own pace. I just have a bad feeling about this.“

Marinette looked away.

„I know, it‘s not exactly the best way… but I really don‘t know what else I‘m supposed to do.“

„I want to trust your judgement. Just… I hope you know what you‘re doing.“

The situation sucked. For everyone involved. She really didn‘t want to rope Luka into her drama even more, but she didn‘t know what else to do. After not being able to confess to Adrien all this time, she would certainly not be able to just reject him now. Not because she didn‘t want to, but talking to Adrien has always been something she was bad at.

It did feel cowardly, hiding behind a lie of being already taken. But at least bringing Luka along might keep her anxiety at a tolerable level. And clinging to his arm right now already made her feel somewhat optimistic.

She looked up at Luka.

„I‘m sorry for getting you so involved. But I want to promise you that after this, I‘ll be done with that chapter of my life. Right now, I just need you to act like my boyfriend. Please.“

„Don‘t be sorry,“ Luka said and stroked Marinette‘s arm with his free hand, „love can be hard sometimes. I just want you to be happy.“ He grinned at her. „And if you need me to take the role of the boyfriend, I‘ll be the best boyfriend you‘ve ever had!“

Marinette laughed.

„I couldn‘t thank you enough, Luka.“

A few minutes later, they arrived at the museum and were greeted by a surprised looking Kagami and and an irritated looking Adrien.

„Marinette, you brought Luka…“, he said, „are you guys-„

Marinette took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Ok, this was it. Just stay calm.

„We‘re dating,“ said Marinette a little loud, tightening her arms around Luka‘s waist and smiling. „I wanted to let you know we‘re back together! More together than ever. An item. Just a couple of two people who really really REALLY love wach other! Haha, love is in the air, am I right? Soooooo yeah I'm no longer single. Anyway, how are you?“

…With the way both Kagami and Adrien looked at her, Marinette suddenly wished that the ground would open up and swallow her whole. God, why was it so hard for her to just be NORMAL for once?

Adrien opened his mouth, but before he could comment anything, Marinette felt Luka wrapping an arm around her. A surprised squeak escaped her as he pulled her a little closer, so that she was currently pressed against him.

„We were talking a while back and discovered that we still have feelings for each other. So we wanted to give our relationship another shot,“ he explained, „it‘s all pretty new, so I‘d like to ask you guys to not immediately spread the news. We‘ll do that ourselves when we feel comfortable enough.“

While they must certainly look like a real couple like this, Luka suddenly being so touchy caught her off guard. She felt safe and protected in his embrace, but there was also a feeling of excitement growing in her chest area.

Marinette‘s head was pressed against Luka‘s chest so that she could hear his heartbeat in her ear. Loud and erratic. Was his heartbeat always this fast? … why was she so fascinated by Luka‘s heartbeat, anyway?

Adrien looked from Luka to Marinette and then back.

„Oh, I see…“, he tried not to sound bitter, and failed.

Kagami stayed silent. With her entirely stoic expression, it was hard to tell what exactly she was thinking, if she had seen beyond the facade and was currently judging their life decisions or if she actually believed that Luka and Marinette were dating again.

"So… we should go in", Kagami finally said, and the gang followed her into the museum. Much to Marinette's disappointment of not being as physically close to Luka as a fee seconds ago.

But the feeling immediately came back when he leaned down, grinned at her and asked "So, am I being a good boyfriend so far?"

Marinette slowly met his eyes and nooded, and prayed he wouldn't notice the blush spreading across her cheeks. She was pretty sure her heartbeat wasn‘t normally this fast, either.

---

"You know, I didn't feel awkward that time when you kissed me as a statue-"

"NO- I mean, uh... this has been a long time ago and-", Marinette took a few steps backwards and almost crushed into one of the wax statues. She desperately wanted nothing more that to get out of that situation.

Maybe back into Luka's embrace. Yeah, that might work. After all, Kagami had dragged him only a few meters away to „have a little chat with him“. Judging by the why he held his hands up in defense while Kagami leaned forward, arms crossed, she was interrogating him. Yeah, she totally must've figured what was going on.

Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

Then again, Marinette got holding hands and cuddles out of it, so was is really that bad?

… Wait no, this isn‘t what this is about-

Adrien stepped towards her.

"Listen, it's just... I think since then I started seeing you differently... and I know you' re with Luka, but..."

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

"I don't know, I guess I was just hoping for a chance... for the both of us..."

She couldn't do that anymore. He was really going to confess to a girl who, to his knowledge, was taken. Maybe she should just tell him directly, as Luka had said earlier. Just rip the bandaid off. It will hurt a little, but they’re going to be fine in the long run.

Hey Adrien, that's very nice, but I'm not interested, but we can stay friends...

You're just a friend. Even though I had a crush on you, I no longer do. I don't want to be with you.

This is fine.

We can be friends.

Please don't cry.

Let‘s stay friends.

The words were all there. Kind of. The only challenge was for Marinette to just say them out loud and don't make them sound too hurtful.

She could do this.

"Adrien, I... uh... look, I know... I mean I want to... it's nice that..."

Why couldn't her stupid mouth just cooperate for once?

Adrien stepped even closer, apparently not noticing how completely and utterly overwhelmed she was.

"Marinette, I just... I really, really like you-"

This was it. Every logical though Marinette might've still had left her and she ran, half crushing into Luka and pulling him along with her to the next room. Just out of there. God damnit, why was this so hard?

"I can't do it, Luka," Marinette said in a low voice and came to a halt in the middle of the room to press her face against his chest.

"I can't do it! He still confessed to me and I don‘t have the strength to say no and hurt him.“ She felt tears forming in her eyes. „Why can‘t I just say what I feel? Why is this always so hard?“

„Hey," he put his hands on her shoulders and and rubbed the lightly. "No need to freak out, you're not alone with this, I'm here."

Marinette pressed herself a little more against him. For a moment, she forgot everything around her. There was just her, and Luka, and that funny feeling he gave her when they were standing so close. It was calming, yet at the same time exciting. She felt her entire body relax, expect for her heart, rapidly beating in her chest, matching Luka's heartbeat. Did that mean Luka felt it, too? Was it normal to feel that way about your friend who was right now just pretending to be more than that?

Luka bend down to whisper in her ear. „I know how scary this is for you. But you‘re going to be okay. Just have a little more confidence. I‘m sure Adrien will understand.“ He gave her a kiss on top of her head. „You‘re more amazing than you think. Just be your wonderful self and everything will work out.“

With the way Luka stroked her shoulder and with what he’s just said to her, Marinette couldn’t help but ask herself, was this charade really fake? Why did Marinette wanted to stay so close to Luka, being absorbed by this feeling? Even if thier relationship was fake? Was all this really entirely fake?

Then it hit her. She really didn‘t want this to be fake. She wanted to stay in Luka‘s arms not as his fake girlfriend. She didn‘t want to hold his hand and be pressed against his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his fake girlfriend.

She wanted it to be real.

Marinette lightly lifted her head, taking a few deep breaths and turning her head to see Adrien and Kagami observing them from afar. Adrien did not look happy, and Marinette would lie if she said she didn‘t feel a little sorry for him, but she finally felt like she knew where she was supposed to be: in Luka‘s loving embrace.

Luka followed her gaze, then looked back at her.

„What are you thinking about right now?“

Marinette met his eyes and smiled.

„I‘m going to talk to him right now,“ Marinette said, „I know what I want and I‘m ready.“

And with that, she put her hands on his waist to steady herself to get up on her tippy toes and kiss his cheek. Luka‘s hands lightly squeezed her shoulders out of surprise and he stared at Marinette for a moment when she let go and smiled at him.

„Thank you, Luka. I appreciate everything you do for me… I appreciate you.“ she whispered. Then she turned away to talk to Adrien.

———

Marinette turned around to see Adrien waving at her before getting in his car. She waved back, then grabbed Luka‘s hand.

„He took it pretty good,“ he said, „I told you, everything will work out.“

He was right. Her talk with Adrien and the knowledge that now, she didn’t have to worry about it anymore had lifted a huge weight off her shoulders and she finally felt like she could breathe again.

„He did say he might need some time to get over it,“ she explained, „but at least he wasn‘t angry with me. I‘m just glad we‘re still friends.“

They went back and forth between chatting and walking in comfortable silence next to each other, enjoying each other‘s company. Their fingers were intertwined the whole time, and Marinette couldn‘t help but wonder if Luka was thinking about that as much as she did.

„Hey,“ she gently broke the silence between them, „I wanted to thank you again for helping me out today. You being there with me… that gave me a lot of courage. Even though you weren‘t into the idea of a pretend relationship at first, you still came along.“

Luka chuckled. „Of course, Mari. I‘ll always be here for you whenever you need me. Though now that I think about it, there was no need to make him think we‘re a couple, actually,“ he said, still not letting go of her and and instead, squeezing it lightly.

Marinette smiled and decided to be courageous one more time for today.

„I agree,“ she said, „but to be honest, I… I‘m still glad we- I mean…“

„Marinette,“ Luka stopped and turned to face her, looking at her with a mix of patience and encouragement. „Breathe. You know you can talk to me about whatever you want.“

Marinette did as he said and took a deep breath. She could do this.

„Uhm… what I meant to say was, I… I didn‘t mind. Us pretending to be a couple, I mean. It… I liked your hugs. They made me feel safe and encouraged and…“

She looked down and squeezed his hand.

„It didn‘t feel fake to me, Luka.“

She didn’t even really register what she had actually just said, but slowly the realization kicked in that she may or may not have just confessed to Luka. This was the first time she had ever confessed to anyone and she was pretty sure her heart was dangerously close to exploding. Had Luka felt the same when he had confessed to her?

„And earlier I thought about maybe inviting you for an ice cream at André. Even though that‘s a couple thing, but… I don‘t know. I liked the idea of us… being a couple, I guess, and… god I‘m making this weird-“

Luka took her free hand and put both her hands in his. She slowly looked up and noticed he was blushing. She had never seen him like this, but he looked awfully cute.

„Marinette,“ he said, „are you saying that you want us to be a couple? An actual couple, I mean?“

She couldn’t manage to form any words, so, she just nodded.

Luka stared at her for a few more seconds, then his lips turned into a smile.

„Well, if we‘re making confessions to one another… I kind of really enjoyed playing the role of your boyfriend. And also…“

His cheeks reddened even more.

„Right before you went to talk to Adrien, when you kissed me on the cheek, I… I had almost kissed you. That was the only thing I could think of at that moment.“

Now it was Marinette‘s turn to stare at him dumbfounded. Even if she couldn‘t see it herself, she was probably blushing too. She noticed his eyes dropping down on her lips, but he didn‘t move.

She swallowed. „Uhm… if you want to kiss me so bad… just… why don‘t you do it already?“

He bumped his forehead against hers.

„Are you really sure?“

She didn‘t answer. Instead, she put a hand on his cheek and slowly closed the short distance until their lips finally met.

It was shy, uncertain and the way their lips moved was a little clumsy at first, but still… it felt amazing. So amazing that after breaking the kiss and gazing into each other‘s eyes, they leaned in a second time, this time with more confidence. At some point, they had wrapped their arms around each other, pulling each other closer, forgetting everything around them.

They eventually pulled away, still wrapped in each other‘s embrace, foreheard pressed against each other, smiling.

„So,“ Luka broke the silence, „I guess our relationship isn‘t so fake anymore?“

Marinette laughed a little and gave him a kiss on the nose.

„No, Luka. This is real.“

#ml #ml fanfic #my fanfic #lukanette #pro lukamari #endgame lukanette

[theorderofthetriad]

i read a post a few days back where a writer warned that some grammar editing apps are auto editing documents with ai, making them incomprehensible, and when asked why they even used apps like that as a professional writer, they mentioned that sometimes they missed typos in a giant paragraph of reasons why grammar editing apps suck and, like,

first of all, it's clearly causing that specific person more editing issues than it's solving so like idk why the fuck they're still subjecting themselves to that shit, but also in my personal experience with just my phone's autocorrect function and Google docs's grammar and spelling suggestions, which work in similar ways to the aforementioned editing apps, using user data to inform their edits instead of, like, actual factual rules of grammar and spelling, and when that shit hits me with a stupid suggestion it stops my writing dead in its tracks. This just happened to me because docs suggested the "word" DEF instead of just??????????? Fucking going to the google campus and finding the autocorrect people to fucking fist fight instead of writing like i meant to because awful fucking autocorrect suggestions are just THAT fucking bad now

#autocorrect will remember one time you misspelled ''fucking'' and suggest it to you every time #but it'll never suggest brand names w/o capitalization even though i always spell out the whole name w/o it #I HATE TECH TODAY!!! TAKE ME BACK FIFTEEN YEARS WHEN THE INTERNET WAS YOUR OYSTER #santagno

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Alright so, my grammar and spelling will be bad due to the fact that it’s 3 am and i’m tired af– but when I saw your timeline i saw that ur years start at konoha’s founding which yeah makes sense because it's your timeline and you won't ever put what year is it on your well… fic.

But this got me wondering, what calendar system does Konoha– or well, the narutoverse use? Do all of the villages use the same calendar? Or does each village have their own calendar? If they all do use the same calendar, when was this decided on? On what day did they decide to start the calendar? How many months are in this calendar? 

Do they use the ancient chinese style with the year of the rat or dragon? Or do they stick with the numbers? If they all have separate calendars, how would they meet? They all would have different days, years. How long is it in a day? Why is ___ is in year 200 while we’re in year 100?

Let’s just say.. They all do have the same calendar and they used the Gregorian calendar to make this simple– Do they use BE and CE (or BCE and CE) to abbreviate what year it is? What day do they put it on? When the last major village was founded or the first village that was founded?

If it’s the first village that was founded– which village? And well.. So on and so on until you couldn’t even remember what started this trail of thinking.

Calendar has always been the world building aspect that I get stuck on in every single fandom I'm in– but it never has been THIS bad for whatever reason. Maybe it’s because dates have always been a huge aspect in my life and that just… translated into fandom-space? Or maybe it’s because i’m obsessed with making fics that includes dates with them (i.e files, interviews, etc)

But why wouldn’t I just… make the date be like this? 1XX or 20XX like any sane person would? Is it because it sucks or what? Whatever the reason is, i;m cutting this ask short due to the fact i’ve been rambling for what? 5 paragraphs? thank you for listening to my rambling!!!

(PS this rambling may be easily debunked and all of my sleepless nights will be all for naught just because this exact question may all be shown in the anime or manga what year and what type of calendar they used which makes my 3 am rambling all for nothing. I hope it isn’t that.)

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N-anon, I hope you don't see this answer until you've got a solid night's under your belt 🤗

...because I do have some "bad' news

It's not ALL bad, because Narutoverse is a huge mess and continuity is very very touch and go. There isn't a Narutoverse Calendar to look up (I tried, it's all merch lol) but there are some clues that might leave you feeling a little deflated?

Naruto's milk carton had a date on it. 2.19.20. I don't know if this is the same in non-english versions because this is surely the American way of spelling dates??? I looked it up and Japan normally goes "year-month-day". So unless Narutoverse has 19 months...??? And if "20" is the year, twenty years from what???

I make the assumption that the whole continent shares a calendar and year system because of civilian record keeping, tax purposes, and the (seemingly untouched by Shinobi bullshit) rule of Daimyo and warlords. If they didn't, the logistics and reasons for this would be fascinating

XXXX dates always drive me wild tbh, they're better than most alternatives but, for example in My Hero Academia, they're also very confusing to me. Like, if it's a different world entirely, great; if it's supposed to be our world but 200 or whatever years ahead.... What about global warming, social change, and technological developments??? 😵 I can't take it seriously

Back to Narutoverse tho! Narutoverse characters seem to have their birthdays according to the Gregorian calendar (someone on Reddit has also pointed out that OG Narutoverse material has a mix of 70s/80s retro tech jumbled up with post-war Japanese nostalgia and, if you think about the ridiculous technological jumps from Warring Clans to Boruto, then... 😵) So this is where my happier advice comes in; fuck it!

All of your ideas/theories sounded really interesting and I urge you to apply the mentality of "fuck this shit, we play by my rules" to whatever in Narutoverse doesn't "spark joy"

❤️😤✨ your rambles were delightful, sleep well!

Edit: a connected ask on Narutoverse nostalgia, "crushed timelines", and mirroring RL -

And a second response to ^

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #n-anon #narutoverse #naruto timeline #canon logistics

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About the Author

Finally got around to writing this lol, this is sorta a request rules page to I guess.

Hey! I’m Mori! Responsible for all the writing, editing, beta reading, running, and responding on the multifandom-simp-page!

I write fanficton for a lot of fandoms, whether they’re new hyperfixations, or old obsessions I can’t let die.

My requests are usually open and I try to post at least once a week (a bitch gets busy sometimes yk?) but sometimes post more often

I love interacting with my readers so sliding into my req box just to chat is always welcome!

I’ve seen on tumblr people assigning emojis to their anons and would love to do that if your interested! I can also correlate your anon with a character or fandom if you so please!

I really like when people just slide in without using the anon button though cus, idk it just feels nicer interacting that way, idk how to explain it though. BUT I completely understand sending anonymous requests, lmao it’s all I ever do.

My main hobbies are writing (obviously), reading (obviously), and painting! Though during the summer months I like doing as many outdoors activities as possible (archery, paddle boarding, kayaking, etc). I also enjoy doing water sports!!

My current occupation is a full time student, which sucks but you know, gotta do what you gotta do to make a living. But I want to pursue professional writing or acting in the near future.

I am an American-New Zealand dual citizen but currently live in the US.

I have 3 dogs and a rabbit, Bella is my oldest (11), Skipper is my middle (5), and Apollo is my youngest (8 weeks), and my rabbit Lucky is a bit over a year.

About the blog

I do not like English. Yes it’s my native language. But I have ADD and Dyslexia so my spelling and grammar sucks sometimes, I ask that you forgive me because I know it’s bad and I chose to write anyways.

Again, this is a Multifandom blog, and I mostly write things that are submitted to my inbox, but there is the occasional self indulgence here and there.

I write Drabbles, one shots, HC’s and imagines.

With my writing, I gender neutral unless pronouns are specific to the request. My comfort zone is writing GN and Fem readers, but for you male readers out there I’m willing to try my hand at it for you. I write romantic and platonic relationships! Pretty much any dynamic.

This blog does have NSFW posts, more specifically I really only write NSFW HC’s, alphabets and imagines, as I’m totally not confident in my ability to write smut lol. And for NSFW posts I won’t write male!reader. So sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable nor confident, because I don’t think I can do you guys justice.

If you submit a request and you don’t see it posted for a while, don’t think I immediately scrapped the idea, it’s probably because it’s just sitting in my inbox partially done cus I can’t find time to focus on it, but then again, there’s always a chance I didn’t feel comfortable nor confident enough to write it, and for that I deeply apologize.

I always feel so bad when I don’t write someone’s request because they’re all sooo good but I either don’t know enough about something in the req or I just feel that it’s wayyy out of my league to write.

That’s all I can think of doing right now, but if you think of anything else you’d like to know please do not be afraid to ask!

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[linklethehistorian]

20, 25 and 26 for the writing ask

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Writing conditions, for me, are a thing I actually don’t often get to dictate for myself given the circumstances of my life, but in the rare occasion I can, the perfect setting and circumstance is when I’m sitting all alone in a room with just me, my iPad, a bottle of water, an internet connection, my Google Docs app, and preferably the perfect playlist or single song to set the mood playing on loop in my earbuds. I prefer nighttime the most, but I’m not picky about the time of day at all. I write during the day often. I just think night is peaceful and awesome.

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I don’t, actually! Haven’t used a beta in years. I only used one twice, and I think the last time I used one was in….early 2016 at the latest? I don’t think betas are necessarily bad or anything, but I did find that using them was a huge coin toss, because not every beta shares the same principles for writing that you do and if you get a hypercritical one that thinks writing always stylistically has to be done a certain way, it can suck all of the joy out of writing.

One of my betas back then was awesome, and the other was kind of a controlling asshole who told me the very premise of my fic was objectively shit, not even from a canon perspective, but just from a writing perspective in general.

That realization of, “this actually takes the enjoyment factor out of writing for me, personally” was a very important wake-up call I’m very glad I had, honestly, because it also got me to realize that not everyone actually needs a beta in their writing process, that it’s okay to not be perfect and follow every dotted line people set out for you, and that aside things like spelling and some very, very basic grammar rules, writing is very much a personal thing that is entirely up to individual preference and even many professional, successful writers break what some would consider “common sense rules” for writing.

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I have beta’d for a few people, yes! I used to beta on Fanfiction.net, but the pressure of doing it “professionally” was too much for me to handle or enjoy, so I stopped a long time ago. I still actually do enjoy beta’ing it from time to time for my friends, since I really love helping them out when they’re looking for a second pair of eyes, and I love supporting their fics and getting to read them, even when they’re not my particular cup of tea. 🥺💖

As for what kind of beta I am, I’d say I’m probably a very ‘soft’ beta; I am willing to offer advice as a beta on characterization for characters I know, story points, writing style, and such, but I put it very much as a highly optional bit of advice, and even then I only do it if I know the person is 100% comfortable with me doing that and/or actively wants it. The only thing I will consistently do while beta’ing is basic things like spell-checking and some basic grammar.

It’s my policy to treat the people I beta the way I’d want to be treated, because of my past bad experience…

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Thanks for asking! 💖

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[priortoallthoughts]

Listen Real Closely Ch. 6

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Delta x afab!OC (eventually)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, English is not Basic, not much else too it this time

Summary: Another meeting with General Camas has nobody liking the outcome. Lennox gets exactly two options, and Delta can do nothing except follow orders.

(Rip me, this took so long to write 🥲)

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“Aurek, besh, cresh, dorn, forn, grek, herf, isk, jeneth - wait no, fuck - jenth…” Where was a stupid little alphabet song when you needed it, Lennox thought as she recited everything yet again. She had to get through it without mistake before Besh would start on anything else every lesson. It was slower going than she wanted, even when she had been practicing on her own the past several days. She wanted to do better. She wanted to actually speak to Boss and Scorch and Fixer and Sev, and show Besh how much she improved on the day to day.

It was easier to remember the alphabet and write than it was to talk though, which annoyed her. They used completely different mouth sounds, so she was constantly doing a run around in her head of spelling, translating, and then trying to say the words as they come. At least they had almost identical sentence structure and grammar rules; she didn’t know what she would do if she had to learn those too. Languages were never her strong suit, as her old Spanish teacher could attest. But that teacher sucked; Besh had the patience of a saint and she appreciated him for it.

‘How are you learning English faster than I am Basic? It’s not fair in the slightest,’ she wrote.

Besh gave her a winning smile, and spoke in English just to rub it in. “I’m the best. Simple.”

“You mean… you’re…” she snorted lightly, “you’re the… you’re the Besht!”

She dissolved into mostly silent laughter, hiding her face in her arm to muffle the sound. When she looked up Besh seemed amused but only by virtue of her reaction. She turned to Boss sitting vigilant in the corner, who only glanced up from his data pad at the noise despite, Lennox knew, having been listening to them the whole time.

“Oh come on, because “best” sounds like Besh?” She looked back and forth between them, and ignored the very deliberate look they shared.

She rolled her eyes and wrote, ‘Whatever, that was brilliant in English. It’s no fun when I have to explain it - I’ll teach you some more puns later.’

‘If we get the chance. We’ll have to see what the General says when we land.’ He had a look in his eyes but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

‘You guys better make me sound good in your report.’ She wrote jokingly, but was suddenly very aware that she could be sent fuck knows where if this general of theirs didn’t want her around anymore. It made her heart pound.

‘Well, you’re not so bad I suppose.’

She smiled weakly. ‘A shining recommendation.’

‘Let’s go over what you know how to say. Start with greetings.’

“My name is Lennox Cahill, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” She recited dutifully. Besh had been teaching her basic words and phrases as she learned the alphabet, but she still had to bridge the gap between reading, writing, and speaking.

“A little stiff but that was good.”

Well, she recognized the word “good,” but it sounded more like “so-so”. Even simple conversation seemed a way off from happening, much to her displeasure. Realistically she knew it wasn’t possible for her to learn a language in a week, but that didn’t stop her from wishing she could. There just wasn’t any time; they landed in a few hours and then… she didn’t know.

“I think… I’ll miss you,” Lennox sounded out each syllable carefully. She didn’t know what made her say it, and she certainly had time to back out of it, but it felt like she had to. Delta, as wary of her as they were, never did her any harm, and Besh, dare she say, had fun during their meetings. It could have been a lot worse for her. “And Delta.”

Boss was looking at her like she’d just sprouted a second head, but she only shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. He probably already thought she was weird, so there was no harm in it. Besides, she’d have said it eventually anyway.

‘Are you nervous?’ Besh asked.

“Yeah.” She admitted, cursing how small she sounded. She was more confident than this! But the language barrier and her lack of a place in this new galaxy made her wary of change more than she ever had been before.

He nodded, like he expected that to be her answer. ‘The Jedi are our generals, and keepers of the peace in the galaxy. They won’t give any orders that will hurt you.’ He always wrote his longer sentences so she would understand.

Oh, how she wanted to believe him. He regaled her with information about these Jedi, like the one she had seen in hologram her first day, who would lead them to victory against the separatists. He sounded like a recruitment commercial. But she knew it was never that simple. The needs of the many and all that. She knew it; knew what her dad and brother had told her. She would fall to the wayside if something else was more important.

“The general’s name is Camas?” Besh had already told her, but she asked just in case she was saying it wrong. And to distract herself.

“Correct.”

Their lesson continued for another hour, and she left with the instruction to try and sleep, since it would be morning when they landed planet-side. She gained some comfort when Besh said he’d be at the meeting too. Of course Boss, Scorch, Fixer, and Sev would be there; her constant watchers that they were.

She wondered idly, as she and Boss walked back to their room, if they thought she didn’t notice they never left her alone. The only give was when she used the refresher - their strange word for a bathroom. Not that she wasn’t glad for it. She really didn’t want them to know her that well.

She found solace under the spray of water for a few minutes, before she dressed in her own clothing, not what she had been borrowing.

It was better this time, easier to deal with as she donned each piece. She spent hours the third day scrubbing at the stains that remained with whatever soap she found. Her back and knees had cramped from leaning over the sink for so long, shifting and stretching the whole time though it did little to help her growing aches. But she hadn’t stop until everything was clean and her fingers were pruned and throbbing, rubbed raw as much as the cloth had been.

It didn’t feel like it had been that long since she flopped onto her bunk to sleep but she was surprisingly clear headed, if a bit miffed, when she woke up. Miffed because Sev had kicked her bunk and startled her awake - to which she mumbled tired curses back at him. She was never very pleasant right after waking up.

The halls were buzzing with movement as they made their way to the main hanger; ships were being lowered from overhead railings, men were shouting orders and pointing, and everyone got out of their way when they passed. They walked around an opening in the ground and Lennox saw hundreds of men lining up in formation in full armor when she glanced down.

A blaring alarm sounded and Lennox jumped. It wasn’t unlike the alarms from the droid factory, except it only went off once and when she looked, nobody else reacted to it, other than glancing up in acknowledgement. So, maybe they weren’t going to blow up this time? That didn’t stop her heart from racing though. She loosened her grip from the strap of her bag that she used to carry her notebooks and datapad, smoothing the fabric against her chest to calm her nerves. She tripped when the ship jolted but quickly got her feet back in working order.

Everything was a blur after that between being loaded into another ship, taking off, and landing again on a whole new planet. She didn’t have time to really take it in like she had Geonosis, but she supposed that was a good thing; fight or die wasn’t a fun way to familiarize herself with a place.

Delta ushered her across the tarmac of what she assumed was their new military base - sparsely populated since nobody else had landed yet. She had never been on one before so she wasn’t sure what to expect but this one was as clean-cut as industrial could get, for as much as she knew about architecture. Which wasn’t much now that she thought about it.

They walked inside the central building and down more twisting hallways she was sure to get lost in later. Before she knew it they stopped her in front of a nondescript door, and Boss pointed firmly to the ground. “Stay here.”

She swallowed hard but nodded, not moving a muscle when the door slid shut in her face. There was a note of finality in being left completely alone for the first time in days. She didn’t think they trusted her that much, but now there wasn’t a reason to be watched. They had already seen whatever it was they needed to. Even if she started running she wouldn’t make it far, tempting as it was just for something to do.

Footsteps distracted her minutes later and she turned to see Besh rounding the corner, identifiable by his namesake’s letter painted the helmet clipped to his belt. It was the only adornment on his armor “to leave room for his colors” he’d told her, whatever that meant. Delta already had colorful armor, but she wasn’t sure why Besh had to wait to paint his. Actually, Delta were the only ones she had seen with their armor painted since she’d been with them. She needed to remember to ask about it if she got the chance.

Besh paused for a second by her, glancing from her to the door and then back at her. He pat her on the shoulder. “You’ll be okay,” he said before going into the room.

“I wish I was that optimistic,” she mused, staring at the door. She could only guess what was going on beyond it.

She was leaning against the wall for what felt like ages, but in reality probably wasn’t that long, when the door slid open and Fixer waved her in. She followed him to another hologram table and took her place with him on her right and Sev on her left. Whether they planned it or not it was smart to put her between the SIC and the most likely to kill her. Not to mention having the table between her and the door. She was well and truly trapped now.

The general, however, was not where she thought he would be. Instead of being projected in place around the table like before, he was miniaturized in the middle of it, so she had to crane her neck even more if she wanted to look him in the eye.

Deep breath. “Good morning, General Camas.” Nailed it.

“Good morning, Miss Cahill,” he greeted her, but that was as much as she understood from everything he said. He spoke a fair bit more to her after that. A question, she guessed, based on his inflections.

She looked at Besh opposite her in trepidation. There was no way she could have an actual conversation with this person out loud.

He said something and Fixer messed with the console. A screen lit up in front of her, text sprawling across it as Camas spoke again.

“Good morning, miss Cahill. I trust you’ve been treated well during your stay on the Prosecutor?”

She could have kissed Fixer with all his technical know-how, but she settled with bumping her forearm with his and hoped her face conveyed her thanks. She stepped towards the console and typed ‘I have, yes.’

“And you’ve been learning Basic as well, I see. You must be a quick study seeing as you started with a language not even our protocol droid knew.”

He sounded suspicious. ‘Besh is a good teacher.’

“Indeed. Tell me, how long where you in the droid factory on Geonosis before Delta squad found you?”

Quick to the point at least. It was a typical play, she recognized. Separate the two parties, Delta and herself, and see if their stories match up. Delta had more than likely told the general not only their account of finding her but also the goings on of the days that had followed. He wanted to see if she was stupid enough to lie about anything. And she couldn’t even if she wanted to, because she had no idea what Delta had already said. So she would answer his questions exactly and nothing more. At least until she got a feel for what exactly he wanted from her and what he would do with her after this.

‘Only a few minutes.’

“And how did you come to be there on that particular day?”

‘I don’t remember.’

“Is there anything you do remember?”

‘I was taking a backpacking trip on my planet. I went off the trail one night for a few minutes but I don’t know what happened after. The next thing know, I’m waking up in that factory.’

A simplified version of what she had told Boss during their first interroga- *ahem* - conversation. Exactly the truth, but not like she was reading from a script. It would be stranger if her story didn’t change a word.

“Your planet. That would be Earth, correct?”

‘Yes.’ She saved herself some trouble with the next sentence. ‘I was told it doesn’t exist.’

“There’s no record of it, not even in the vast archives of the Jedi Temple. Nor is the galaxy you claim to be from.”

‘I heard that too.’

And she was tired of hearing it. Delta probably was too for as many times as they have, but they were utterly unflappable, almost completely unmoving when she glanced at those she could see. She wished she could see Camas better; he was hard to read as a hologram, and near impossible in miniature.

“It would be prudent if you meet with one of our healers as soon as possible. If you do come from a different galaxy, they might be able to find a physiological difference, even if you’re human all the same. It could bring us closer to finding proof of your claims and maybe a way home as well.”

She could hear the slow crackle of her spine as her shoulders pulled back to an almost painful degree. There it was. His caveat. They wanted to study her, and all he did was wrap it in the pretense of “helping” her. Well, there was no help of theirs that she wanted if they were going to try and bullshit her like that.

“No,” she said, her voice carrying a strength that she didn’t feel she had.

She barely noticed the others shifting in response.

‘I’m sorry? I don’t understand.’ Camas tucked his hands into his sleeves.

‘I respectfully decline your offer,’ she wrote, and hoped the tone of “go fuck yourself” didn’t carry over through text.

Camas tutted and shifted his weight. ‘Surely you understand the benefits of accepting?’

Lennox pressed her tongue firmly to the roof of her mouth. ‘I will not be spending any amount of time with your wizard doctors. Or any doctor for that matter.’ Why bother, when she already knew what they would find? The only ones benefitting would be them.

Camas looked at her, and even though he wasn’t there in person it still made her skin crawl. ‘Of course, we cannot force you,’ he conceded, much to her surprise. ‘But, we will not divert an entire star destroyer for one civilian when a war has just broken out across the galaxy. Arrangements can be made for your stay until such a time that evidence of your claims emerge or if you change your mind and accept our offer.’

She blinked up at him slowly. ‘Agreed.’

‘It seems been making a lot of concessions lately; first those unruly Nulls of Skirata’s and now you.’ He said offhandedly to himself.

But he didn’t realize the news he just broke to her, and her head started to swim at the new information. Was that what was going on here? A galaxy wide war? They kept asking if she was a separatist, so who was separating from what, and who’s side did she end up on?

Her mind raced, and it certainly washed away the lingering aggression without the threat of hospitalization hanging over her head. Paranoia though - that crept up slowly. She would have to be more careful about how she acted until she found out more about this war.

Maybe Besh would tell her - he had been open to her questions before now. Or maybe Scorch if she could pull him into a conversation. He was the most approachable of Delta even if that wasn’t saying much.

General Camas had apparently deemed her part of the conversation over seeing as how he didn’t speak directly to her after that. She kept her eyes on the live text just in case, but there wasn’t anything she had to comment on. It was mainly Camas speaking to Delta about a continuation of their mission, only with modified parameters. Apparently, since they were going to be based out of the Prosecutor and not on planet, that was where she was going too, yet again under their watch unless they were on a mission.

They didn’t like it, that much was obvious, and while they logically gave reason for their protest to the idea, they relented in the end. It surprised her, honestly. She agreed with them; she was a civilian, unfamiliar with almost everything, and would be better monitored on the base where there was less of a chance to slip away if she ended up being a Separatist spy after all.

She didn’t agree with that last part, personally, but she understood their perspective.

But it seemed Camas had an answer for everything, and it made her wonder if this was somehow the only other option he considered aside from taking her away to their healers. She was a civilian, so she would be considered a guest like any other on board the Prosecutor. She wasn’t familiar with a lot of things, so they would teach her the same way Besh was teaching her Basic. And there was still a chance she was a spy, so being confined on a ship gave her less placed to disappear off to, as opposed to a whole planet.

Lennox didn’t care either way. She was resigned to being watched and every hour of every day for the foreseeable future. Delta even admitted their specialty were assassination, get in, kill, get out, kind of missions, but it did nothing to sway Camas.

It sent a cold shiver down her spine. They really could kill her at any time and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. It made running away more appealing, if only for a second before she realized they would just hunt her down if she did. She didn’t fancy them at her heals like that. It was bad enough with them being her shadows.

She tugged at the back of her hair as the six of them walked out of the room to… wherever. She didn’t like this any more than they did. But she clutched the strap of her bag all the same and followed them diligently as she had been, and would be… for now.

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The Magical Word of JKR

In this post, I want to point out all the inconsistencies of the world that JKR has created. Some of us had been worshiping her for so long. But JKR made mistakes, not only outside her world, but inside.

Owls for muggleborns. Sending a letter through an owl seems to be something common in The Wizarding World. But why do children with a muggle background need to go back in time and use them when they could use a phone? Why can't students use any muggle technology? I know wizards are anti muggle and magic does not allow these devices to function at Hogwarts, but why not?

Drunk portraits. How could portraits get drunk? Did artists paint vessels and digestive systems for them too? How can they bleed? They are portraits with voices and personality based on real people yeah. But they are not alive. They don’t bleed or get drunk.

The trace. Wizards under 17 aren’t supposed to do magic outside Hogwarts. But The Ministry doesn’t seem to control this by which wand did it. But by location. Since Dobby did magic in the Chamber of Secrets, and they blamed Harry for it. So, what happens with pureblood kids? They are allowed to use magic outside school because their families are supposed to, so they wouldn’t trace them. So it seems unfair for muggleborns not to be able to practice magic. Since they are the only members of their family that would do it.

Hogwarts being the only school. There is only one school in all Britain for magical people. Yet there seems to be very few students when there should be a lot. And it doesn’t make sense that Hogwarts is the only choice. Or Hogwarts, or homeschooling.

I don’t understand the population of Magical Folks. It seems little because most of the wizarding families are known. There are only 28 pureblood famous families. They even practise inbreeding, they are all related. But why is that, if the wizard gene is dominant? There are more half bloods and muggleborns than squibs. So the magical population should be as large as the muggle one, even more.

Hogwarts Houses are cool. But the way kids are sorted doesn’t make sense. They get sorted when they are eleven. Seems pretty young to me to form traits and criteria that might change as they grow. Also, let’s say 100 kids enter Hogwarts one year. They won’t be sorted equally 25/25/25/25. Because according to personalities and traits, there could be 60 Gryffindors and 10 Ravenclaws, and 4 Slyhterins, and 25 Hufflepuffs. What if one year, there are no Slytherins for example?

Also, sharing a dorm, common room and classes with people from your same house (same personality and traits) seems boring and unhealthy. Having friends with different personalities, traits and beliefs should help you grow and mature. Sometimes friendships are built between two opposite people. And separating houses, forces students to just hang out with people from their houses, not others.

Love potions. These are the wizarding equivalent of drugs. Think about it. Forcing someone to show love for you is very much like drugging someone and forcing them to do stuff against their will. Love potions can permit things like raping. Something that happened to Tom Sr. by Merope. It is horrible. Yet the wizarding world permits their selling and consumption without a problem. And what’s worse, they teach how to brew it in school to children! A potion like that shouldn’t be allowed or taught.

Azkaban being the only punishment. It seems whether you are a dangerous criminal like a mass murderer or just someone that stole something once, you get the same punishment. Azkaban. An inhumane place where dementors live, and make prisoners go insane, live their worst nightmares or suck their soul. Even characters who were under the imperius curse like Stanley Shunpike. Or even The Marauders would’ve gone to Azkaban if their animagus secret was discovered. No matter what your crime is, always the worst punishment: Azkaban.

Wizards hiding from muggles. The Statue of Secrecy in the Wizarding World seems to be important. But I may ask, how can wizards hide from muggles if they don’t know anything about them? Pureblood Wizards don’t have a clue how muggles live, behave, dress, talk. Not even Arthur Weasley who works in that Department. Yet they want to be unnoticed by muggles? For example, each time a wizard dresses like a muggle they do it wrong, using colorful clothes. Wouldn’t it be suspicious? Like even Vernon sees people in cloaks in book 1, celebrating. Also, if there are a lot of muggleborns, shouldn’t more muggles know about wizards?

It is totally inhumane to just obliviate muggles each time they see something. That spell should have some consequences in their brains. Like for example, Hermione’s parents must’ve had mayhem after their minds were modified.

Memories in pensieves are not supposed to be accurate. Memories are from our point of view. From the perspective of people who lived that memory. When Harry sees Snape’s memories or Bob Ogden’s memories, they seem to be clear. Harry can see Bob and Snape in those memories when they should be seen through their eyes, they are their memories. How could Snape remember himself, see himself. You get my point? Also, memories are subjective, not objective. We remember what impacted us the most, we forget about details we don’t care about. There are feelings involved.

Not having another education after Hogwarts. You graduate from Hogwarts at eighteen. Eighteen! And you're supposed to have figured out what you want to do for the rest of your life. Why aren’t there Wizard Universities? Wizards only have 7 years of education and that’s all. Nothing before, nothing after (unless you’re muggleborn). Seems that the wizard community doesn’t care about education that much. With only seven years of education, are you suddenly prepared for the rest of your life? I don’t think so.

Adding to the last point, wizards only teach about magic. What about math, wouldn’t they need it to count their money, or take care of their finances? What about English, spelling, grammar? Not every kid had the privilege to be homeschooled by their parents before. What about Sex Ed? I think it is important for teens that age to be careful with their sex lives.

Quidditch being the only sport in the wizarding world. Quidditch is cool, I get it. But it is not for everyone. Seems that if you want to be a sports person in the wizarding world, you only have that option. Either you like Quidditch or nothing.Shouldn’t there be other sports? In the muggle world we have tons: football, basquet, tennis, swimming, running, etc.

Love protection is not common. Lily sacrificed herself for Harry. She died for him and that love protection saved his life. Why is Harry the only one to experience it? Is it because of the prophecy? I mean Lily is not the only one who has sacrificed herself for love. Not in the story, not in History. Then why aren’t there more people with lighting scars walking around?

Why don’t wizards cure things with magic like eyesight? They have a potion that grows bones back. But they cannot cure Harry’s eyesight? And don’t say that it is because eyes are connected to the soul, that’s a lame excuse. In the muggle world, eyesight can be cured with surgery.

Hogwarts Express. Yeah, we all wanted to ride the train to Hogwarts. It is part of the experience right? But what if you live in Scotland already? Why bother traveling to London to King Cross Station to take a train if you already live there? It seems like a waste of time. Is there a provided transport for kids who live in Scotland? What about those who don't live in London? What if Scotland is nearer to them than King Cross?

Ghosts. They shouldn’t exist. It is not very well explained how you become a ghost. But it doesn’t make sense that they exist and yet many characters died and didn’t become one.

Discrimination against magical creatures. We know how magical creatures are seen in the Wizarding World. Discrimination exists. But the problem is that Jkr never does anything to fix this.Not with werewolves, not with half giants, surely not with house-elves. The only issue that the war solved was the discrimination against muggleborns.

And house-elves liking their slavery is problematic. It is saying that slavery is right as long as the victim accepts it. She created S.P.E.W and never properly addressed the issue.

The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, yet students have detention there. Dumbledore says at the beginning of each year that the Forest is out of bounds. So why would you send students to detention there, Dumbles? Also, building a school near a forest full of dangerous beasts: werewolves, acromantulas, centaurs, seems kind of risky for children. Not every child obeys the rules. Look at the Marauders spending every full moon there.

How did Hagrid come to be? Hagrid is half giant. Meaning that his father is human, his mother is a giant… Ehemm… Excuse me, but how do you have sex with a giant? That’s physically impossible. How does Hagrid exist?

Male veelas? We are only introduced to female veelas in the Wizarding World. Veelas are these beautiful women that men feel attracted to, they seem in trance by their beauty, and they are not responsible for their actions. It seems to me that JKR is saying that men should not be accountable for their actions when they see a pretty girl, because it is her fault? Pretty feminist, JKR. Also, veelas are dangerous creatures. How do humans procreate with them and have half veelas or a quarter of a veela? Are there male veelas too?

Teachers not having spouses or kids. It is a stupid stereotype that teachers are sad non social people, who are only teaching because they don’t have a choice. Like they are allowed to have social lives, date, get married and have children, right? Name one Hogwarts teacher who is married with kids. They all seem pretty single. And I get it, being single is not a bad thing. But all of them being single just because they are teachers in a boarding school? Just because it was convenient to the author? Only McGonagall married once, but her husband died a few years after.

Abusive teachers. Speaking of teachers, why would Hogwarts allow incompetent teachers that are abusive (Snape), and or are dangerous for kids. None DADA teacher had teaching experience before. And since there is no further education than Hogwarts, how do teachers get prepared for the job? Teaching is not about knowing a lot of stuff about the subject, but knowing how to treat children.

Muggle vs Wizard music. What is the difference between muggle and wizard music? I never understood that. Is it the fact that wizards play music with magic? If so, why would instruments exist? Why would they play instruments? If anyone can make a spell to produce music, then anyone can be a musician. The only difference that I find is that wizard music has wizard related lyrics. Which is a stupid difference. Wizards could write songs about muggles. Muggles could write songs about wizards.

Secret Keeper. The Fidelius Charm should be a spell to hide yourself from others if you are in danger. Period. There shouldn’t be such a thing as a secret keeper. Why? Why would someone else need to know the place you are hiding? James and Lily shouldn’t have trusted anyone with their location. Not even Sirius. Not even someone they trusted, because Sirius or anyone could’ve died and passed the secret to the others. Like, it doesn’t make any sense. And also, how could Bill and Arthur be their own secret keepers but not James and Lily?

Magical therapists. Healers seem to cure physical maladies or illness pretty fine, but what about mental health? And I am not talking about mental problems because of magic. Like Frank, Alice, Lockheart whose minds were affected by spells. I’m talking about mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, adhd, ptsd, trauma etc. Don’t tell me wizards don’t suffer that. What about Remus, Sirius, Harry? Who treats these things in the wizarding world?

Time Turner. Only exists for the plot. Otherwise it is useless, stupid and confusing. Time traveling confuses the mind. Also, we don’t exactly know how it works. Is it a domino effect? Do the things you do back in time affect the present? They should. Or does it create different timelines, like it is said in Cursed Child? Also, why not use time turners for important situations? For example, save important people from dying, go back to check events of a crime and see if they are true.

Veritaserum. Wizards have a truth potion and they won’t use it. They should use it on trials to take the truth out of criminals, to see if the accusants are innocent or not. They should’ve used it on each member of the Order to find out who the spy was. They should’ve used it to discover who was the Slytherin heir when the Chamber was opened. They should’ve used it on Harry when he came back from the Graveyard to prove Voldemort was back. Why would that shit exist anyway?

Incest families. Pureblood families, or at least some of them are supposed to practise inbreeding. But if you look at the Black Family Tree, the only Black-Black marriage is between Orion and Walburga. Just one. And even if this was the case, shouldn’t this inbreeding have consequences? I don’t know if it’s the magical gene or what but The Blacks and Malfoys seem pretty fine.

If you know more and you want to add them, feel free to do so. This is a critique to improve this word and fandom ourselves. Even JKR's world is cool and wonderful, it is full of flaws that we need to speak about.

#harry potter fandom #harry potter #wizarding world #jkr is a bad writer #anti jkr #anti snape #wizards #hogwarts #quidditch #maraudersera fandom #muggles #wizards vs muggles

[sadsapphiccryptid]

okay so,,,, i watched a movie today. so going into this i was definitely not expecting to like it at all based on reviews and the posters. after watching it i can definitively say that this is now one of my favourite movies. i’m not sure if its the bad guy/good guy romance (or should i say gal) or devon aoki as a french teen spy or the bad 2000s sfx that for some reason i always love.

the movie is about an elite school for spies, to get selected for the school you have to pass a secret test on the SATs. Amy Bradshaw is the only person in the schools history to achieve a perfect score and she is also the only one who happens to fall in love with a supervillain, the flirty and fun Lucy Diamond. This movie is the very best kind of trash to ever exist. its easy to see the sexy schoolgirl outfits and dance like action scenes and think that this movie was made for a straight male audience. i can say that i do not ever see a straight man enjoying any part of this movie, it is spectatularly queer in every sense of the word and it is by far one of the best wlw movies i have ever seen.

basically it rules and please please please watch it i promise you wont regret it. oh also anyone who loves this movie please msg me because i just love it so much (also sorry my grammar and spelling and general typing suck )

#debs #d.e.b.s. #devon aoki #wlw #jordana brewster #wlw movies #lesbian #lesbian movies #basically the best thing ever #2000s core #2000s trash #just general beautiful trash #movie reviews #gay as fuck #queer #queer core

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

Hi Em! If you have time would you mind helping me out with finding my MBTI type? I think I use Fe/Ti and Si/Ne but not sure what order. 22 y/o grad student, don’t have a solid career plan, I’m just doing what I’m passionate about & hoping it gets me somewhere. Into lots of different creative hobbies & I feel worthless if I can’t produce things for too long. That being said, I rarely finish projects if they can’t be completed in a few days, I lose motivation to do things if I don’t get immediate results

I’m easily influenced by people around me, don’t have great emotional boundaries. I end up mirroring people a lot even if I don’t feel the same way about a situation. I’m not afraid to be weird or say something shocking if I think it’ll get a good reaction, I’m just scared to come across as annoying. Also bad at trusting myself, I like to get outside opinions on pretty much everything. I don’t think abt my own emotions very often and have a hard time articulating what exactly I feel

I could be accused of not taking anything seriously. I don’t like confronting difficult topics and tend to ignore things that bother me. I’m def not the emotional support friend, I have no idea how to comfort people besides just being like “oh no that sucks.” I feel like I need instructions for how to perform different categories of social interaction, it doesn’t come naturally to me. Approaching new people makes me anxious, but I love having roommates and doing things with others, I hate living alone. I never get caught up in drama bc I’m pretty deferential. I enjoy public speaking and acting, but only when I have a memorized script and have practiced beforehand. I’m not comfortable with impromptu stuff because my thoughts stop when my mouth opens and I don’t want to look like a fool.

Big on conscientiousness when it comes to deadlines and punctuality, I absolutely never turn things in late. I work comfortably within the structure of academia and I like knowing what to expect, but it has me constantly craving new experiences and feeling like I’m missing out on life. But it’s easy for me to ignore my feelings to get a job done. And I always try to produce the best quality work I can even if I hate the assignment. But I’m bad at doing important yet boring/unpleasant things just for ME. No one is affected by me not making doctor’s appts or not getting my drivers license, so I just don’t

I set high standards for myself and I don’t feel worthy of the kind of love I want unless I fix all of my perceived flaws. I’m physically uncoordinated/oblivious and very self-conscious about it. I obsess over my appearance but honestly I don’t put a lot of effort into how I look because it’s all so overwhelming, time consuming, and expensive. If there’s no quick and easy fix I just stew over the problem until I can convince myself I don’t care

My real life living space is a mess but I rly enjoy organizing intangible information, I’m good at synthesizing ideas, making mind maps, etc. Also good at coming up with tons of ideas for projects/stories/papers, but I’m limited to things I already know about. I don’t think I’m very original, I just have a good memory and an associative mind. Terrible at math tho, numbers & equations just don’t stick in my mind because they seem so abstract and impersonal. The rules of spelling/grammar/linguistics make more sense to me because they’re directly applicable to my own life and have more obvious meaning behind them idk

Hi anon, my guess is ISFJ; I think you are right about your functions. The simultaneous focus on always getting other people's opinions/not having a great sense of what you necessarily want and some lower Ti peeking through with the willingness to occasionally try to shock indicates high Fe; the obsessions and organization and punctuality seem like Si. In particular, a very strong dedication to obligations other than those that only affect yourself is VERY ISFJ to me.

#mbti #isfj

[ao3commentoftheday]

my writing doesnt get much attention cause of bad summaries, how can i get better at those, any tips?

It depends on what’s giving you difficulties.

What summaries really are when it comes right down to it is a kind of thesis statement about your fic. “In this story, I will tell you about two people falling in love in a particular place/time/way” or “In this story, I will explore a genre-specific take on a particular topic or theme.” A good summary will let readers know the main point of the story with enough information to know whether they want to click in or not.

If you don’t have a point to your story or if you have so many points that you can’t decide which one to focus on, then that’s actually not a summary problem so much as it’s an issue with you understanding your own story. Take some time and think about how you’d describe your fic to a friend who asked what you’re working on these days. However you answer that question is a great starting place for writing a summary.

If you don’t usually describe your writing to friends, then  here are some examples of questions you can answer in your summary, depending on what genre of fic you’re writing.

If you do have a good handle on the main idea of your story, then you’re probably just looking for some guidance on more specific things to watch out for. Some things to keep in mind that tend to give readers a bad impression: 

not having anything in your summary at all

saying “I suck at summaries” 

having poor grammar and/or spelling in your summary

apologizing for being a bad writer. 

Other than that, here’s a list of do’s and don’ts I made a while back that might be helpful to keep in mind. (all just suggestions rather than hard and fast rules)

Using quotes from the fic in place of a summary is a popular solution I’ve seen. For a discussion of that idea, there’s an ask over here that tackles that. I’m not a fan personally, but a lot of people are.

What are your best tips for writing better summaries? And if you’re a reader, what kinds of things draw you into a story?

#asks and answers #fander-pest

[empower-bi-women]

Oh Captain, My Captain

Sab’s writing challenge

Prompt: @socksracoon10: I think I found my dream.. well, basically Steve Rogers being a complete sweetheart and taking care of me and my insecurities but one day when I’m talking with someone he just pummels into a dark pit and freaking destroys me.

Warnings: SMUT SO STAY OUT MINORS, unprotected sex (don’t do that shit) praise kink, D/S (kinda, I tried my best), edging, captain kink, mocking/condescending, maybe dark!Steve, probably a few spelling and grammar stuff 

Word count: 2940 (this is my longest fic so far)

a/n: this is for @nsfwsebbie dream fic challenge. I got @socksracoon10 I hope it lives up to your dream. Also sorry if the ending is a bit rushed I'm not good and ending things. Gif isn’t mine so credit to who made it. Also that’s so him walking over to punish you 😏

Steven Grant Rogers is the perfect man. He always holds the door open for you, pulls your chair out for you, and always makes you feel better when you're sad. He's not a jealous man, not that he would ever let you see that side of him. That side is dark and animalistic and you deserve better. You’re full of light and sunshine even on the days you don't feel like it. On those days he holds you close and tries his best to make your worries go away. Today is one of those days. Tony was hosting a party and you were nervous about going and having to wear a dress. 

“Steve, I don't think I can wear this.” you said holding up the dark blue floor length dress. 

His head snapped up to see you standing in the bathroom doorway in nothing but your baby blue bra and panties with a frown on your face. He got up from his seat on your bed to walk over to you. “And why would that be doll?”

You pulled a face. “It's too tight at my thighs and when I bend over you can see my stomach rolls through it.” you turned to look in the mirror, “Maybe I should just stay here tonight I'm gonna be too awkward there anyway.” 

Steve stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Do you know why I love you so much?” he pressed a kiss to your head, “It's because you're so incredibly beautiful. I love the way your eyes shine when you're happy, and the way you always smile at me, the way you are so kind to everyone. I love the way your body fits so perfectly in mine, I love the way your thighs wrap around me when I pick you up, and the way you always try to quiet those little gasps that escape when I make you cum, and.” He cut himself off, “Just please doll come tonight and I promise we don't even have to stay that long.” he looked at you with his pleading blue eyes. 

“Ok I’ll come.” you replied with a small smile.

Steve kissed your head again. “Thank you Y/N.”  Then he walked out to go get dressed.

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At the party you stayed close to the bar and to Steve. When he had to leave to talk to people you stayed and talked to Natasha, who was behind the bar serving. A few drinks later and Steve was still gone. Natasha had left to talk with Bucky who was standing alone. She asked for you to come too but you declined, not wanting to intrude on the couples private time. After a while a man came up next to you. 

“Hi, I’m Dean.” he said, flashing his white teeth in a smile.

 “I’m Y/N.” you replied with a somewhat forced smile. 

“What's a pretty girl like you doing alone here?” 

You looked over at Steve who was still talking and had not yet noticed Dean. 

“I'm not alone, I'm here with my boyfriend. He's just over there.” you gesture to where Steve was standing. 

“Well he should be here with you shouldn't he?” Dean moved closer to you and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “or someone could come and snatch you up.” 

Before you could say anything to defend yourself Dean was suddenly ripped away from you and in front stood an angry Steve “let’s go.” he growled. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the elevator. 

Once inside you tried to explain what had happened with Dean but Steve just stood there with his jaw clenched and steel blue eyes facing forward. There was no emotion on his face. A face you recognize from when he was going on missions. His whole demeanour was different. He was no longer the soft Steve that you knew who would hold you close and tell you it's ok. This was the Captain. 

The elevator dinged and Steve grabbed you, pulling you out of your thoughts, threw you over his shoulder and walked toward your room. He opened the door and threw you onto the bed with such force that you bounced. You scrambled to the headboard and looked at him waiting for what's next. 

“I thought I could trust you doll,” he said, loosening his tie as he walked around in front of you, “then you go behind my back and start getting cozy with other guys?” 

“Steve I promise I wasn't, I swear.” he cut you off with a look

“Now doll don’t you be lying to me. You're mine and I think it's time I remind you of that.”

He grabbed your leg and pulled your body down the mattress toward him and leaned over your body looking into your eyes. “If there is any point in the night where you want to stop just say star ok Y/N?” you nod your head. “I need words doll.” 

“Yes Steve.”

“You call me Captain tonight doll.” 

He leaned down to catch your lips in a heated kiss and pulled you up to sit on the bed while he unzipped your dress. “You're gonna be a good girl for me right Y/N?” he mumbled against your lips as he pulled off your dress, letting it pool on the floor at your feet. Pushing you back to the bed Steve crawled back on top of you and kissed his way down to your neck, licking and biting your neck leaving faint red marks that would be purple tomorrow. Satisfied with his work he continued on his path down your now naked body.

“You weren’t very nice tonight doll teasing me in the dress. Looking so fucking amazing you’re so beautiful. And you’re all mine”

You moan at his words but before you can cover your mouth to stifle them Steve grabs your hands. “Don’t even think about it doll I wanna hear every single sweet little sound that comes out of those pretty pink lips” 

His free hand slid down your body to where your panties were and he lightly rubbed your slit over the material as you moaned again “Captain please” he laughed at your neediness. “Look at my baby so ready for me. Such a good girl for me. Can you keep your hands up here for me please doll?” you nodded your head and he took his hand away from your wrists above your head and moved to pull your panties off your body. 

His big hands wrapped around your thighs and spread them open. When the cool air hit your pussy you whimpered. “Please Steve do something, please.” 

His head snapped up. “What did you call me?” 

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Captain.” 

“No doll, you need to learn your lesson,” he picked you up and lay you stomach down across his lap. “You broke my one rule and now you face the consequences.” he said rubbing your ass softly, “you need to count for me now.” 

SMACK! Pain went shooting though your ass as Steve's hand came down hard. “One.” you counted out. SMACK! “Two.” 

By the time you got to ten there were tears streaming down your face. 

“Your ass looks so good doll, your brown skin all red and covered in my hand prints,” he lifted you up to sit on his lap and wiped your tears away, “you took that so well baby I’m so proud of you.” he said laying you back down, the cool sheets soothed the burn on your bum. “Keep your hand up doll and don't make me have to tell you again or you'll need another lesson.” 

He moved one hand to hover right above where you wanted him. You tried to lift your hips up to meet him but he put his forearm across your hips to hold them down. “You need to stay still for me doll or you won't get what you want.” 

You whined and lay as still as you could as he finally reached down and lightly ran his fingers through your slit. “Look at you all wet. Who's this for baby? Who are you all wet for?” he questioned as he spread your wetness around with his fingers. 

“You, only for you Captain.” You said breathlessly. 

“Damn right.” he dove into your wetness and licked a long stripe up your pussy while his finger rubbed your clit. Making the filthiest noises he moaned into you, “you taste so fucking good baby so good,” his finger moved from your clit to your entrance and traced around your lips down there, “I just can’t get enough of your sweet little pussy. And those adorable moans that you try to hide, I love hearing them.” 

You so badly wanted to run your hands through his hair but you kept them up like he requested. His warm wet tongue slipped into your pussy as you yelled out his name. Wapping his lips around in your clit he sucked hard. It had only been a few minutes but you were worked up from your punishment before.

 “I’m close, Captain can I cum please.” you whimpered 

He pulled his mouth away only to enter a finger and move it right up against your g spot in a come here motion. Your hips lifted off the bed but his finger stayed tight inside you. You were so close, right on the edge, all you needed was one more push and… he pulled his finger out. 

“No please I was so close.” you said raggedly. Your voice horse from all the moaning and screaming. 

“You’ve been a bad girl, doll. You need to be edged to make Captain happy. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and take your edges for me?”  he asked in a sweet yet condescending tone. His hand brushed your hair away from your face. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?” his sparking blue eyes looked into yours. 

“Yes Captain.”

“That’s my girl.” he kissed his way back down your chest and wrapped his lips around your stiff nipples. When his tongue swirled around it, it felt like an out of body experience. Moving over to the other nipple his hand slid down your body to your clit. Putting pressure on the little nub made your eyes roll to the back of your head. With all the stimulation to your body you could feel your pussy clench around air as you got close.

“Can I cum now please?” your thighs were shaking with the effort that it took you to hold off from bursting right then and there. He pulls off your nipple with a pop. “Aw is my baby close?” He asked in a mocking tone, “How badly do you wanna cum?”

“So bad Captain please I need to cum so badly.” your hand grasped at the sheets above your head. Your hips lifted off the bed once more as Steve rubbed your clit with no remorse. 

“I don’t believe you baby.” he pulled his hand off your swollen clit.

“No! Steve please I need to cum so bad! Please.” you cried out shakily. 

He smacked your clit. “What was that?”

You jerked from the sharp pain. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry Captain. It won't happen again. I just.” Your chest started heaving as tears streamed down your face. “I’m sorry. I'll be good I promise. I just want to be a good girl for you.” 

He kissed the tears away. “You are baby.” he said in a soothing voice, “You're my good girl. But I need you to breathe for me right now ok? You're my best girl.” He stroked your hair out of your face as your breathing evened out. “Can you take one more for me please?” 

You nodded your head. “Yes I can.”

He kissed your forehead before going back down to your glistening thighs. He kissed each one before leaving a light kiss on your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling of his warm mouth on your oversensitive clit. He dipped his tongue into your pussy,  licking through your wet folds. It felt like heaven and all feelings of resentment towards him for withholding your previous orgasms were gone as your third one built up. Your back arched off the bed as your breathing quickened. 

“I'm so close please.” you begged. When he pulled his mouth away you kicked your legs in frustration. He looked at you, his chin glistening in your juices as he smiled at you. “You took that so well doll, I’m so proud of you. How do you want to cum?” he whispered. 

“I need your cock please.” 

He smiled down at you “of course doll.”

He took his underwear off to reveal his dick, precum leaking from the tip. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it as he moved to lean over you. He pressed a kiss to your lips while rubbing his cock up and down your slit, covering himself in your juices. You gasped at the feeling and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He swirled his around yours as he slowly sank into you. You both moaned at the feeling of finally getting some relief. 

You moved your hands to grip his shoulders as he moved his hips in and out slowly. Steve groned at the feeling of you wet walls pulling him in. “Sweetheart you feel so fucking good around me. But if you keep on squeezing me like that I won't last very long.” he groaned. 

He quickened his pace, snapping his hips into yours. You gasped as you could feel him so deep in you he was practically fucking your cervix but you didn’t mind it. You look down to see where your bodies met and whimpered when you saw the bugle in your stomach. 

Steve's eyes flicked down to where you were looking and growled at the sight of his cock so deep inside you. He pressed down on it as he kept thrusting into you. “Look at that doll, you're so full.” your eyes rolled back as he applied more pressure. “You like that?” he growled into your ear. You couldn’t say anything, the pleasure overwhelming you. “Look at you my little dumb baby. Can't even talk, she's so cockdrunk.”

The sound of your skin slapping and the squelching of your wetness filled the room. His cock hit your g spot on every thrust making you reach the edge sooner than you’d like. 

“Captain can- can I cum please?” you wailed, the knot in your stomach was about to unravel. 

“You can but I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.” he said rubbing your poor clit once again to bring you to the edge. Your body tensed up and your pussy clenched around his cock as the knot snapped, pushing you over the edge. You yelled out his name as he kept true to his word, not stopping. He kept on pounding into you with no remorse. The overstimulation was too much and you tried to move away. 

“Where do you think you're going doll, you were begging for my cock and now you're trying to run? His hands moved to your hips to pull you back onto him. His thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared his release. “Are you gonna cum one more time for your Captain? Be a good girl and cum with me. I’m gonna fill up this little pussy with my cum  and you're just going to take it. Right? Because you're my good girl.”

He flicked your clit, trying to get you near the edge again. You panted as you were coming on to your second orgasm of the night. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again! Can I cum please?” 

“Such a good girl asking for permission. Cum now!” he demanded. You squealed as you came around his cock your vision went white. He came right after you, the feeling of his hot cum shooting into you and covering your walls made you both moan out. 

You lay there feeling fucked out as Steve pulled out. He watched intently as his cum dripped out of your gaping pussy. After cleaning you up he moved to sit behind you, pulling you into his lap he brushed your hair out of your face. “You did so good for me tonight doll, I'm so proud of you.” 

You couldn't do anything but lay there whimpering at the empty feeling inside you. 

“What is it sweetheart?” he cooed. “You need to use your words or I can't help you.” 

“Want you inside me again please.” you said softly. “Just till I fall asleep.”

He laughed. “Of course doll. You can get whatever you want.” 

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[missanabanana]

If anyone ever sees this it'll probably get alot of hate, and tbh im not really looking for a discussion just trying to get this off my chest, but I don't hate the John Walker character from FATWS.

And it just doesn't make sense, up until he straight up murdered that guy I had nothing against him.

He got put in a strange new role that no one could guide him and no one knew the rules to it, and Sam being mad at him was petty, like you gave it up man, and yeah you thought no one was going to use it, so it sucks the military lied to him, but then he should have been mad at the military and brought it up with them not doing everything to undermine John walker

Which is another thing that is against him, not only is he in a role that he didn't choose, didn't sign up for, was picked for and as a good military person said yes and did his duty, but the only two who properly worked the first Captain America, and most likely have a lot of respect in the military treat him like garbage.

They are facing a threat that is international so technically avengers level, and John now has that clearance with the shield, and they are giving him nothing, and he is doing everything by the books and trying to be respectful but they keep treating him like crap.

So yeah he starts to crack, you see home become ruder and more curt to them, like damn I would too

Then he gets his *** handed to him, and the not even soldiers line makes me feel bad, like given this impossible role, and he doesn't feel like he lives up to it already, but then when facing threats he should be able to take down, like regular people, he still fails and that, that just sucked

And up till then i really had no issue with him, even the wanting the serum part, like duh, he's facing insane threats and insane expectations, like it makes sense, likes Sam you fly, and have an ai robot, ofc you don't want nor need the serum( love Sam tho don't get me wrong) and he has a Frisbee

So right up till then no issues, but he's murdered someone, and honestly haven't even finished 6 cuz im really mad at how they treat him, but yeah what he did was awful, but the way Carly murdered his friend( and also burned that whole building of people, that sicko) and looked like a scared baby (which they did for a reason) and then he gets upset by his friends murder and they decided to villianise him sucks

Im losing my train of thought, anyways, John suck but only and only because of the murder, and its not because he murdered a man but the how, it wasn't in the heat of battle, but he chased him down just to get revenge (and yeah his best friend died) and it was also a really cruel way to die

But other than that he was wasn't awful, and then on top of that how Sam and James took back the shield was disgusting and just brings back the feeling bad for him, like he knew what he did was wrong , they should've gone back to the us and let them deal with it, he probably would have, but they only thought of the shield and broke his arm

And yes he was dangerous at that point, and should disarm him, but still they did it awfully

Also if it was Steve, like still alive and someone had just killed bucky like that and he went off to finish the job aint nobody was gonna be this pressed, which I totally get, we know Steve so people like Steve, but i find people refused to give walker a chance from the get go and looking for every chance to villianize him and that sucks

It also sucks that this is how they are trying to make Sam captain, like firstly i think its useless because he is falcon and i think he is great at that and shield doesn't go with the look, but like they are obviously tearing this character down just to build his and that's jut lame writing, Sam coming into on his own would have made for a much better story, or even the guy being great at his job but realising he didn't really earn this shield and having Sam take it back would have been great

Anyways i don't love John walker, i think hes kinda a goody two shoes character, and those have never been my fave, but i think he was well written and could make for a great bad guy later in if this is how they want it, and i know that sounds contradictory, but i don't need to love a character not to hate him, he was kinda boring, so it was neutral at the beginning, and while i think he leans more in the good guy lane, a lot of great villians come from good guys, so while villianising from the get go is stupid imo because he really wasn't, but since the show so obviously wanted him to be a bad guy to make Sam look better (which is so lame- also again i like Sam) then they did it poorly, that part where he's talking to Lamar about their badges and he knows while he did it for his country it was still awful actions, was a great insight and could have definitely be used later on, especially after Lamar's death, like he's done all these 'good things' and at what cost, his conscience, his friend's life? And then he goes bad, that would have been so much more interesting to see

Anyways he's obviously now the villain and from now out i don't think there any redeeming, but from the get go? Yall was wrong to hate, or at least i don't think he deserved all of that hate.

Also side note to that Carly remark its sucks they villainies John instead of the real villain, and are trying to make us sympathetic to her, but again they want to make John the ultimate baddie in this, so they can't have any other really bad villains, which is in an interesting way to go, but again it sucks because this is how they are building up Sam to be captain America and again I find that weak.

Like i said I haven't even finished 6 so who knows how worse he gets, also this is my opinion regarding the show, not anything to do with how he is in the comics, idc if he blows up the moon in the comics and is the ultimate villain, in this show, he had real potential to be a boring good guy character

If anyone sees this please don't give me hate this is my opinion on a poorly written character arc, for a character that i think doesn't deserve half the hate he gets, i really don't want to discuss this but if anyone does, give me some constructive criticism not blataint you're wrong, also don't come for my spelling or grammar, i didn't care that much

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[elysianslove]

I just wanna make the haikyuu boys learn French and see them struggle with these stupid spelling and conjugation rules🤯

mannnn,,,, i took french for 4 years and it was a PAIN. imagine kageyama trying to learn french 🧍🏻‍♀️, or noya pls 😭 i just know nishinoya would exaggerate the accent so much when he’s saying japanese/english words like sir that’s not even the correct language??? oikawa wants to learn it to woo the girls or whatever 🙄 he sucks at grammar so bad though literally his sentences never make sense they’re either jumbled up or plain wrong. 

wait HOLD ON let me break this down for the boys AND the girls 

would actually be pretty good at learning french 

— iwaizumi, akaashi, asahi, kita, sakusa, kiyoko, aone, tendō, kunimi, taichi, yachi, misaki

seems like they would be good, but aren’t 

— osamu, oikawa, daichi, semi, kuroo, konoha, yamaguchi, yaku, aran, ushijima, lev, kaori, sugawara 

they could be, but they don’t want to try

— suna, kenma, shirabu, tsukishima, matsukawa, futakuchi, yahaba 

are. are so bad. please. 

— kageyama, nishinoya, goshiki, tanaka, kyoutani, kindaichi, koganegawa, yukie, hinata

they’re bad because of their motive (and that is to be sexy or whatever?? 🤨)

— atsumu, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, tanaka, terushima, hanamaki

i’m pretty sure i missed a lotta boys but i’m doing this off the top of my head so im sorry shdkjsbks

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons