#BAAAAABIES ARE BACK AT IT AGAIN

[sashimiyas]

college kunimi looks like he vapes to me

#reinas.inretrograde #you walk into his dorm while he’s napping away #and you pull at his covers but instead a vape pen flies out #you put it on the nightstand. and then you tug again and now it’s a wax pen. repeat until you pull out a mod a charger and two #disposable ones. #kindaichi and makki are his nic dealers bc he’s the baaaaaby #and he doesn’t stop until iwa comes back and simply eyes kunimi when he takes a hit #his senior doesn’t say anything but the guilt is enough to not buy another one when his disposables are done

[piratefishmama]

Fake it Till you Make It | Part 13

“Buckley residence”

“Melissa, my second favourite Buckley! Hi, it’s Steve, is Robin there?”

“Oh Steve! Yes, yes one moment, I’ll just—weren’t you on holiday with your parents aaaand—?” he’d been calling Eddie his ‘partner’ for the week leading up to the big holiday. Never dropping any names, but given he’d found a sort of second home at the Buckleys… they were relentless in finding out who he was dating.

Since it’d never be Robin.

He wasn’t falling for it, no matter how deep they’d been into flower power back in the day. If he came out, Robin would end up coming out in solidarity and he knew she wasn’t ready yet so—“Yep, calling from Chicago airport, bit of a time sensitive call” he wasn’t giving it up.

“Oop, I’ll grab her—” there was a scuffle on the line then a quick “ROBIN, STEVE’S ON THE PHONE” another quick scuffle later and suddenly

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now, Dingus?”

“I’m in Chicago! Just checkin in on my baaaaaby, how’s my little bun today? Any morning sickness yet?”

“Robin!!”

“Mom get off the phone!!”

“Hahaha I’m kidding Melissa! Can I talk to Robbie alone though?”

“Unbelievable, you kids are turning me grey.”

“You’re as beautiful as ever though!” The other line clicked off, and Robin’s snickering laughter was all that remained. “One day she’s gonna stay on just to call my bluff.”

“But that is not today, again, aren’t you supposed to be on a plane? What’s up?”

“…Okay so, hypothetically, if you were fake dating someone you… I dunno… maybe, sorta… click really well with, can laugh with, and maybe sorta like a little, would you—”

“Steven Leopold Harrington do you have a crush on your boyfriend?”

“Fake, fake boyfriend, Robbie, fake. And that isn’t my middle name.”

“You’re not DENYING it! It's not even been a DAY yet, Steve!”

“No, I’m not—well… I’d call it more an interest than a crush, but that’s why I’m calling you, what would you do?”

“Pine uselessly for years, you know this.”

“Got it, pine uselessly” He could do that. He was doing that already, sort of. He’d watched in squinty eyed rage while a newsstand cashier with a nose ring flirted with his fake boyfriend while he grabbed a drink to down during the wait between flights. It didn’t go anywhere, Eddie barely even noticed, but Steve noticed. Steve noticed everything. “You really should ask Vi—”

“NO. Listen Steve, as the kids would say, you have found an ‘ultimate cheat code’ to asking your crush out, listen closely now, don’t want you to miss it… you’re already dating him!”

“It’s fake though!” Luckily his parents were off showing Eddie a cool mural they found last time they flew through. No chance of them hearing him.

“So?! Just act like it’s real! It’s like a test, you have a week to see if you’re actually growing ooey gooeys for this guy, and at the end of it, you’ll know if you wanna keep him.” Brilliant in theory but one small hiccup

“What if he doesn’t want me at the end of the week?” The fact that he hadn’t had a solid date in forever before the scheme looming over his head and heart like a dark cloud of suffering.

“I will eat my own shoe. Trust me dingus, trust me. He’ll want you, just work that mysterious Harrington Charm I’ve heard so much about. You’re already half-way there, you get to kiss him already.”

“…Okay, it’s gotta be the real stinker shoe though, you know the one.”

“The skunk one?!”

“Yep. The skunk one.”

“But we were gonna use that on—” Kevin, they were gonna hide it in Kevin’s office after he refused every holiday request Robin put in for a month after she, very politely, shot him and his advances down, why they still had it was… a mystery. They kept forgetting to get rid of it. “Fine, the skunk one. I will eat the skunk shoe, that is how confident I am that Eddie will want you, now please go and spend time with your way cooler than you boyfriend before your parents turn him into a normie.”

“Miss you already.”

“Miss you more”

“Miss you most.”

“Hang up.”

“No you han—” she hung up, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh about it knowing that undoubtedly. She’d be laughing on her end too.

The second flight was much easier to get Eddie onto. In fact, after they spent the hour between flights milling around the terminal, Eddie led him down the gangway, hand in hand, demanding he hurry up or “they’ll leave without us, my precious little harlot!!” there was no rush, they were actually first in line at the gate in front of his own parents, whom Eddie beat to the front of the queue, dragging Steve with him, still ribbing him for the mile high club thing.

He was not going to live that down any time soon.

The flight, in theory would give him a lot of time to think though. Nine hours. In seats that were too far apart. His parents in the middle of the cabin in a semi-enclosed pod-like structure comprised of two seats and a desk between them which they both shared to work on some paperwork, and he and Eddie on opposite sides of the plane.

Which sucked. Because he couldn’t hold Eddie’s hand.

He couldn’t make sure Eddie was okay, and that alone really dug into his time to think about things, because his brain was quite stuck on the fact that Eddie was alone on the other side of the cabin likely going through it as the second flight excitement could only last so long, and that just wasn’t okay.

Eddie couldn’t even do anything to pass the time, he’d packed all but one of his notebooks in his checked luggage, Steve was pretty damn sure he'd go insane if he had to just sit there with nothing to do for a whole nine hours.

So, they teamed up. From opposite sides of the cabin, because somehow Eddie just understood what Steve wanted him to do without having to be told.

It took them a joint effort all of one hour into the flight to puppy-dog eye his parents into switching seats with them.

This allowed them to pick at each other’s ‘gourmet’ meals, Eddie stealing several of his steak fries, and Steve stealing both the last bite of his steak, and two of his orange slices, it allowed Eddie to ramble on about the D&D campaign he was plotting to send the kids through when they got back, allowed Steve to subtly plant the idea into Eddie's mind that maybe... maybe he might be interested in seeing what that looked like.

Maybe they could hold the first session at his place when his parents went away again. Plenty of room! He could watch for once, instead of ribbing Dustin for it and purposefully never getting the name of the game right.

All leading to them both settling in their reclining seats, wrapped up in blankets, facing each other's smiling faces, and falling into an incredibly easy food-coma slumber for the remainder of their flight.

Both wishing the seats were just... a little closer.

Part 15

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #do not question my airline knowledge #i have none #i'm winging it #lmao winging it... cause planes? anyway #and i dont wanna know if i'm wrong #so shhhhhhhhhhh i'm right because i say i am

[bonny-kookoo]

the 'I like you' couple is soo cute 💖💗💓❤️ but now we need to know! 🥺 does jungkook find a nickname for her? does he really think about it? does he try out a few before deciding which one he likes? or does she does or likes something random or particular and he gets the nickname from teasing her? or he just has a light bulb moment on a random moment? lol, I love them, can't get enough!!

A/N: Masterlist

"Baaaaaby-kookoo-love-of-my-life-" you whine, and he squints his eyes as he walks into his bedroom where you're laying on your back. "My tummy hurts." You complain, and he sits down on the edge of his bed next to you to take of his socks.

"...okay?" He wonders, and you kick him with your foot a little.

"Make it better." You demand, and he chuckles.

"How?" He wonders, and you scoff.

"The fuck do I know!" You huff. "Like, I don't know, talk to it? Maybe it'll get intimidated if you're all angry with it." You offer as a solution, and to your surprise, he turns around and points an accusing finger at your lower stomach.

"You better stop fucking hurting right now because I want to go sleep and God knows my spoiled princess won't shut up until you're quiet.!" He threatens at your body, before he turns around and closes the opened window before turning off the lights as he crawls into bed next to you.

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak.

"I'm both mildly turned on and offended right now." You say, and he snorts a laugh, hand patting over the blankets to find yours to hold in the dark. "Spoiled princess? Really?" You scoff.

"You are one." He defends himself.

"I mean, a princess? Hell fucking yes, and you better start carrying me around as one from now on, prince charming!" You laugh, and he rolls his eyes in the dark.

"You're spoiled enough." He says, closing his eyes.

"So?" You ask, before a slap is heard.

And its quiet.

For a good moment.

"Did you just slap my ass?!" You yell out, sitting up, and he laughs whole heartedly.

"Was it? I couldn't tell." He laughs.

"Oh so you just blindly aimed to smack me and ACCIDENTALLY hit my ass? Fucking lying piece of shit, you knew exactly what you-"

"Do I need to spank you again, or are you gonna be a good girl and sleep?" He asks. "You've got work at 6 am, and I need to be up at 5:30." He reminds you, and you suddenly fall back into the pillows, scooting closer, closer, until you're full on clinging onto him.

"...jungkookie..?" You ask quietly, awfully shy. He hums a reply. "Can you say it again?" You ask.

"You have work tomorrow-"

"Nooo, that part before that? Like, I did what you said so I'm aaaaaa~?" You draw out the last syllable, wiggling your toes as you wait, and he suddenly chuckles.

"Good Girl." He says, and you squeal to yourself, cuddling up to him.

It's the first time he's ever really comfortable saying things like that- and maybe it's the way you've gotten closer by now, not only emotionally. Yesterday he'd been so lost in kissing you that he didn't even notice you getting so riled up on his lap- and it left him both excited and terrified.

And these days, he's been trying out some petnames for you here and there to see what would stick.

Babe or baby are cute when you say it, but they feel way too boring to him. They're too basic, nothing special, and it just doesn't feel right.

Until you're out at a shopping center, randomly spending a day at the mall together when you spot something in a kid's store window. "Oh- did you know I always wanted to be a princess for Halloween?" You say, spooning up some icecream from your cup. "But my dad never bought me the costume, and we never went trick-or-treat-ing." You pout, making Jungkook smile as he tucks in a strand of hair that had escaped your messy bun on your head.

"Well, you're a princess to me now, no need for a costume." He shrugs. "And I even buy you candy, so you don't have to knock on stranger's doors either." He jokes, and you look up at him at that, pulling him down by the neckline of his shirt to peck his lips. "Huh?" He wonders, and you just smile.

"You're just so dreamy." You sigh dramatically. "Your flirting is getting a bit out of hand though. Makes me feel all fluffy and horny." You boldly admit, making him laugh as he shakes his head, taking your empty cup from you to throw it away in a bin nearby. "Ah, such a prince charming!" You giggle, and he takes your hand In his at that, kissing the back of it for a second.

Successfully making you blush for the first time since he's met you.

And he's starting to really enjoy making you flustered.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

[chvnnie]

My hard this today are soft dom bossy Chan. Literally desperate for a kiss, willing to follow any command.

It’s a Chan day and I LOVE it.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Anything baby could ever want, baby gets. You don’t even have to ask, really; just bat your lashes at him and push your lower lip out a teeny bit, and he’s at your service.

Hungry? Let’s feed you. Sleepy? Lay your head on his chest, he’ll keep you warm. Need a new book/dress/literally anything? Charge it to his card.

Chan makes sure the world is at the palm of your hands. It’s what you deserve, after all. If anything, he wishes he could give you more.

But today, you’re request is simple.

“Pleaaaassseee?” You whine playfully, scooting the rolly chair across the tiny studio to be right next to him. “Just one?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t look up from his laptop, headphone only covering one ear to listen to your pleas. “Give me like…three more minutes, baby. I just really need to finish this—“

“It’s just a kiss, Chan.”

The way his eyes shut when he sighs tugs on his heart. He hasn’t been sleeping much, too busy trying to ready everything for this comeback that he’s put himself on the backburner. You’ve been giving him space and support, wanting to be there for him during his busy season. Understanding when he doesn’t come home or answer calls, or when he has to leave mid date night because Jisung deleted a file…again.

But you really feel like this isn’t a big ask. That’s why you keep pressing it.

“Baby, please.” He finally looks at you, and the exhaustion is heavy in his dark eyes. “My focus is going to break if I stop for even a second. Let me do this, and then I’m all yours. I promise.”

It’s not a big ask from him. It’s only a short amount of time — you probably won’t even notice it passing.

But God, his lips are so soft. So plush. You just want to feel them, to bite them.

With a pout, you roll back over to your corner. Pick up your book, mumbling an “‘Kay” in defeat. Want for nothing your ass; you’ve never been so desperate for something.

Each second feels like hours. Minutes like years. Chan lied — it took him five. Five whole minutes, and then the headphones are haphazardly thrown on the desk. Click, click, click. File save AND locked to prevent it from “disappearing” (“I swear, hyung!” Jisung whined over the phone. “I didn’t do anything it just…disappeared!”).

“Baaaaaby.” He singsongs, this time scooting over to you. “Guess what time it is—“

The look you shoot him makes him pause his movements, only making it about halfway. Eyebrows raised, he tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“What’s wrong—“

“Don’t wanna talk.” You say, pulling your knees to your chest. Pretending to be too into your book to pay him mind. “Just give me three minutes.”

With a sigh, your boyfriend takes his beanie off. “Baby-“

“All I wanted was a kiss.” You pout even harder, dropping the paperback book on the desk. “But noooooo.”

The fuss your making about a little kiss is a little much. It wasn’t like it was that long of a time to wait, it’s already over. Normally, Chan wouldn’t entertain this type of behavior. Would correct it immediately — this? This is the hill you want to die on?

But today it’s so…cute. He can’t help but chuckle, continuing his journey over to you.

“Aww, pouty girl.” He coos, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You try to swat his hand away, but he’s not budging. “No need for all this.”

“Chan.” You try your best to keep your voice firm, as if he can’t feel your cheeks flushing, the heat burning his fingertips. “Stop it—“

“If you want one so bad, come get it.”

His tone is playful. So, you give in. Using your chair, you get closer to him. Chan is perfectly still, giving you a smile as you close in on him. Nose to nose, lips not even an inch apart—

Pushing on his toes, he slides his chair all the way across the room.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh? Do you not want it then?” His smile grows wicked. He knows what you want — but silly, silly girl. Did you think it would be that easy? “Come on, then.”

Thus starts the game. You get out of the chair, rushing over to him. You get all the way into his lap, closing in quickly when he dodges your lips. As you cry out in frustration, he grabs your hips. Stands up. Turning on his heels, your back is now pressed to the wall.

“You’ve got to try harder!” He laughs. “It’s like you don’t really want it.”

“You’re mean.” You pout, palms finding his shoulders and attempting to push him away. As if you’re not pinned to the wall. Under his mercy.

“Oh, am I?” His voice is laced with faux sadness, the fake emotion taking over his entire face. Lips, eyes, brows. Acting like your insult cut him deep. “That’s not nice.”

Right as you start to speak, a hand flies from your hips. Gripping your throat and squeezing until he hears a squeak.

“But you know what else isn’t nice?” It’s like a switch was flipped; eyes now dark, expression like stone. “When you get bratty with me from a simple request.”

How he manages to unbutton your jeans and shove them down with one hand, you’ll never understand. Or try to process; everything about Chan’s demeanor has rendered you useless. Watching with wide eyes, whimpering brokenly. Savoring the little gasps of air.

“Was it worth it?” Fingers run up and down your folds roughly, not bothering to be gentle with you. When they brush against your clit, you start to squirm. “That silly little kiss?”

He asks as if you’ve gotten it. You pout, trying to speak hopelessly. “S-still need it—“

“I don’t think so.” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll decide what you need.”

Without warning, two fingers sink inside your cunt. Stopping only when he hits the knuckle. There he spreads them, scissoring your walls open. The hands on his shoulders grip his hoodie. His grip, his fingers — it’s already making you dizzy.

“Silly baby.” Once he deems his work enough, Chan starts to plunge his fingers deeper. Making sure to feel every inch of you. “Maybe next time you should let Daddy work.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chvnnie thots

[kdogreads]

Imagine being Chibs’ old lady (part 2)

Read part one here

Check out my masterlist and follow #kdogreads for more Chibs love 😍

He makes your coffee better than you do

You don’t know how he does it, but every damn cup is the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.

“Two creams, two sugars please!”

“I’ve been makin’ yer coffee for the last decade, darlin’. I know how ya like it.”

He always delivers it in one of your favorite mugs and sealed with a kiss. Even when you are on an iced coffee kick, he obliges even if he doesn’t understand why.

“Ya mean you want me ta make yer coffee, then put it over ice? Cannae understand why, but alright, love. Anythin’ you want.”

When you finally convince him to get an Alexa, he never stops talking to her

“Alexa, what’s the weather like in me beautiful Glasgow?” & “Alexa, play some bonnie music fer cookin’” & “Alexa, tell me what tha’ woman o’ mine ordered now”

Your favorite part is watching him get frustrated when she doesn’t understand his accent. He gets so flustered and cute and finally gives in, asking you to tell Alexa whatever he was trying to say. Of course you oblige, even if you sneakily told her to turn off your Amazon deliver notifications weeks ago.

He brings you a glass of water all the time without you asking

It’s not easy being Samcro’s First Lady, and sometimes you forget to hydrate. Naturally, then, your sweet Filip brings you a glass of water every time he walks into the kitchen or behind the bar. He’ll set the glass down in front of you, not breaking his conversation nor you yours, and wink your way before heading back to whatever he was doing.

He’ll repaint your house as many times as you want

Ever pick a color for your living room, get it all painted, then decided you hate it? Chibby sure knows the feeling. Not that he cares about any color you choose, but he knows it’s important to you to make your shared a home a sanctuary you can both escape to.

“Baaaaaby…”

“Wha’ color am I paintin’ it now, lass?”

And he’ll never complain about it. He’d find a way to bring you the stars if you asked him to.

As much as he does for you, you do just the same for him

There is nothing Chibs could ask of you that you wouldn’t scour the earth to do. Even though he tries to handle everything by himself, he lets you in when he knows he needs help.

Whether it’s running club decisions by you, asking for a hand in the bike shop, passing along the message when the boys pester him for some of your famous cookies, sending you to talk to one of the guys if they don’t have their head on straight, or any other need he could ask you to fill, you happily do so.

He relies on you so much for the mundane, day-to-day stuff like grocery shopping, making sure the bills are paid on time, changing the sheets in the guys’ dorms. He reminds you all the time how important you are to him.

“I couldn’t do this wi’out ya, sweetheart. Dunno how I can ever thank ya for everything you do fer me.”

He’s careful never to project his frustrations onto you

Sometimes he is full up to his eyeballs in club shit, but he tries never to bring it home to you. You’ve told him time and time again that he can rant to you, dump all of his troubles out on the table for you to sort, but he just doesn’t. He can’t make himself burden you with the ugliness he sees. He gladly accepts your comfort and empathy, but he refuses to bring you down to meet the depths of despair his lifestyle pulls him into sometimes, so you drag him up to meet you high above them.

He can’t get enough of you

His favorite look of yours is when you float around the kitchen early in the morning dressed only one of his reaper crew t-shirts. He’ll come up behind you and wrap you up in his strong, thick arms, leaning into you and kissing your temple. You’ll sway in his arms for a moment, leaning back against his broad chest and reach around to comb your fingers through his hair. He can’t help but let his hands drift over your body to your bare thighs, plush hips, your biceps and forearms, the soft expanse of your chest and stomach.

“Are ya gettin’ dressed soon, love?”

“Why? Too tempting for you, baby?”

“Aye, canna focus on anythin’ but this silky skin of yers when yer wearin’ so little, darlin’.”

“My poor baby, so distracted and nothin’ to do about it.”

Of course, you know what you’re doing, and Filip can’t get enough of your teasing.

He’s so possessive of you

Not in the you-can’t-do-anything-without-me kind of way, but in the everyone-is-gonna-know-who-you-belong-to kind of way.

If you go out without him, he’ll probably leave marks just under the neckline of your top, or remind you how good he thinks you look in any of the shirts you have that have short enough sleeves to show off the delicate Forever Filip’s tattoo on your forearm. He’ll kiss your knuckles, lips brushing over your sparkling wedding band, and tell you to have fun. Of course you know there’ll be a prospect or two following you along, but you let him do whatever he needs to ensure your safety. Sometimes he’ll magically show up exactly when you are ready to leave and act like a starved man when he finally gets to hold you in his arms and kiss your alcohol-infused lips. Usually he’ll show up in the truck, not his bike, knowing you’ll probably be too wasted to keep balanced. This gives him plenty of opportunities to whisper dirty thoughts into your ear while he drives about all the things he wants to do to you when you get home.

If you go out with him, he’s never more than an arm’s length away from you all night long. He’ll keep a hand on you whenever he possibly can. A gentle palm on your lower back, his finger tips gripping into your thigh while your seated together at a table, an arm wrapped loosely over your shoulders while you’re sitting at the bar, sometimes it evens ends up a full on grizzly bear hold around your waist the drunker he gets. Sometimes he’ll start pulling you close to him and teasing your ears with all the dirty things he’s going to do to later. Sometimes you make it home before he drags you into bed and shows you just what he means, but other times most of the time he pulls you into an empty dorm room, bathroom, hallway, the car, anywhere he can to remind you how good you have it with him.

And if someone even looks like they might flirt with you… well, god help that man.

#kdogreads #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa chibs

[sacredthefran]

Just thinking about how this is the view you would have of Danny every morning when you wake up or on a Sunday afternoon when you two have been lazy all day. You guys snuggling watching tv, you aimlessly running your finger up and down his arm. Danny had been so tired from tour lately, trying his hardest to fight the sleepiness that was trying to wash over him and your touch was helping him fall into a sleepy state. Halfway through the movie, you tap on Danny's shoulder - greeted by him groaning.

"Babe, wakeup. I gotta pee."

"Hmm?"

"I gotta pee. I promise I'll come right back."

Danny doesn't reply he just digs his head further into a pillow, closing his eyes again trying to fall asleep.

"Baaaaaby, I really have to go."

You try to sit up, taking ahold of Danny's arms with your hands - gently trying to peel it off of you. Your eyes widen as your back meets the mattress again, letting out a small shriek, just to find the raven haired man looking over at you with a soft smile.

"You're not going anywhere." Danny whispers out as he erupts into giggles.

#Sorry #Not sorry #I couldn't help myself #danny wagner #danny wagner blurb #im feeling soft #danny gvf #greta van fleet #greta van fic

[lovejosephquinn]

🙄

Theme: More fluffy than smutty BUT IT'S CHAOTICALLY CUTE

Your boyfriend had come stumbling in the house making a full theatrical performance in knocking over the most obscure objects on his way to the bedroom that he could. You're tucked up in bed by the time he's made the twentieth attempt to lock the front door.

A trail of his clothes make a pathway by each thing he's either broken or damaged on his way up to you. When he finally makes his pronounced entrance through the bedroom door, you sit up, having heard every single profanity he's attempted to whisper, disturbing you from your peace and tranquility.

"Hey sleeping beauty, are you awake?" Joe muttered, probably a lot louder than he should, he was practically yelling feet away from you.

"No thanks to you Quinn." You bark back at him, ushering him with a deep and slightly irritated sigh. The one thing you'd distinctly asked for him not to do was come home steaming, he didn't listen.

"Baaaaaby." Joe thought he'd reached the bed, going to put his hand forward and then fell straight to the floor, you leaned over to switch the bedside light on, a cackle of laughter erupting from your throat when you saw him face down.

"Get into bed Joseph, for fucks sake." You reached over, offering him your hand in slight regret when he pulled you a little harder than anticipated. Now you joined him on the floor with the bed cover hanging over your shoulders.

"Give us a kiss." Joe puckered out his lips to you.

"Absolutely not. Maybe when you're sober." You shook your head, pushing your fingers to his lips and giving a nudge, shoving him away.

"Come onnnnnn." He gave you that doe eyed look, a slightly false act of pretending to be sad, a look you could never refuse.

"You know you want to." He giggled, shuffling his bum closer to you.

You rolled your eyes way too obviously, in a slow motion so that even his double vision would notice.

"Then we sleep?"

"Then we sleep."

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss, his hand came up to cup your jaw, your body now trapped between Joe and your bed frame. You couldn't resist the soft lips that were magnetised against yours, making your stomach flutter in turn.

He broke the kiss, a giddy smile overcoming him as he'd gotten his own way.

"I knew you couldn't resist me darling."

You rolled your eyes again. Smug bastard.

#joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn imagine

[qtubpol]

i think u should make tubpol cuddle w their baaaaabies. familystyle

Tubbo gets the blanket tucked in over his side, then starts to lay his head on Pol's chest before a hand keeps him in place. He looks up with a pout, and Pol laughs as he removes the goggles and sets them aside. "Last time you kept those on, I had weird marks. And Sunny's hair caught in them, remember?"

They both looked down, seeing their sleeping daughter curled over Pol's stomach. They'd watch her Barbie movie in her honor, they supposed. Pol didn't fight back this time when Tubbo laid his head down.

"Which one is this one again?"

"Eh..." Pol squinted, trying to remember which it was exactly. He lost track after Rapunzel. "I think... Swan Lake? Or the uh." He smacked his lips. "Blue and pink dress one. Princess and..." He looked down at Tubbo.

"Oh! Princess and the Pauper, right right. Good choice."

Pol smiled, leaning his head down a bit to kiss the top of Tubbo's head before settling back down into the couch.

#bee they're stuck in my head. its so bad #qsmp #q!tubbo #q!pol #q!polispol #qsmpshipping #tubpol #polbbo #<- dunno which ship name but whatever #we wrote some more

[kittyball23]

Prologue v1 - BroZone Flashback (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: BroZone perform for an excited audience, debuting their little baby bro Branch for the first time

A/N: I am very excited about Trolls Band Together, and as I was writing a post about my predictions for how I think some scenes in the movie could happen, it ended up turning into a fanfiction! So anyway, enjoy if you read, I've got several ideas that I'm going to be writing oneshots for :D I have also cross-posted this Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad.

The Trolls movies have so far started with prologues before we see the main characters. I'm going to kick things off with one version of that, featuring BroZone :)

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“Bro-Zone! Bro-Zone! Bro-Zone!”

The sound of the crowd chanting out the name of their band made four little Trollings fill with joy. This was what they lived for – singing, dancing, and sharing their talent with everyone. And so, without further ado, the quartet made their way out onto the mushroom stage, and the crowd went wild with claps and cheers. Not too long afterwards, the music started, and the four Trollings began to sing.

Taking the lead vocals was the aquamarine Troll John Dory, who wore a vest of the same color of his hair and a pair of sunglasses above his head all the time. With him were Spruce, Clay, and Floyd – purple, yellow, and magenta haired Trolls respectively who sang and danced alongside him. Those who knew them knew that the four of them were great friends, and that was a good thing, given that they were also all brothers. Everyone in the crowd clapped and sang along with them, knowing very well the lyrics of the song.

“Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk.

I'm a dancin’ man, no time to talk

Music loud and women warm, we’ve been kicked around

Since we were born,

And now it's alright, it's okay,

And you may look the other way,

We can try to understand,

The New York Times' effect on man,

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive,

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive,

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' aliiiIIIIIiiiiiIIIve!

Yeah we’re stayin’ alive!”

Suddenly, John Dory stepped up to the front of the stage and bent down, clapping hands with some of the nearby fans who stretched up to him. “Ladies and gentletrolls!” he announced. “We wanna introduce to you another little bro to our band!” He ran back up the stage to join his other brothers as they danced some more and continued. “You know him! Okay, well, maybe you don’t know him yet, but you’ll love him! Please, give a warm welcome to the small, the cute, Baaaaaby Braaaanch!”

In a skilled move, John Dory and Clay stepped aside to reveal a small, bopping blue baby Troll with round white glasses. He hip-hopped with his small feet and struck more than enough cute poses to make nearly all the girls faint. He was a huge star already – and he wasn’t even old enough to sing yet!

Pleased by the positive reaction of the crowd, the brothers continued to perform, making sure that each of them had enough time in the spotlight and an equal chance to sing. The crowd roared with glee by the time that the song had finished and they struck their final, signature pose with an exclamation of “Bro-Time!”

Bowing and giving their thanks, the Trollings dismounted the stage and huddled together in a quick group hug.

“We nailed it!” JD exclaimed, beaming. “What did I tell you? I knew that show was going to be our best one yet!”

“You say that about every show we do, JD,” Spruce pointed out.

“Lighten up, Spruce!” Clay piped up. “Every show is the best show if it’s done with you guys!”

“He’s right,” Floyd agreed. “It really is something great to be singing with my bros,” he said. Then, suddenly, the brothers saw him tear up, and knew where this was heading.

“Uh-oh,” John Dory mumbled.

“Here he goes again,” Spruce muttered.

“The waterworks are coming!” Clay said, right as tears spilled out of Floyd’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the magenta Trolling whimpered, “I just love you guys so much!”

“Yeah, well,” John Dory said, “while you’ll never see me get all blubbery about it, I love you guys, too,” he admitted to them. Then he put his hand in the middle. “Bros forever?” he asked.

Spruce, Clay, and Floyd immediately understood and placed their hands in the middle, too. Baby Branch, giggling and following his older brothers’ lead, also placed his hand in the middle with theirs and happily swung it up in the air. “Bros forever!” they cried.

They knew that nothing, not ever, would tear them apart.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[shauntamae]

Hey yall, Hey! This may possibly be a difficult blog to follow with so a bit of a disclaimer. Some of my family history with mental illness, drug addiction and abuse will be mentioned. Please protect your heart and mind and proceed with caution if you so choose to continue reading.

I sit almost daily with my thoughts. One in particular, "my life was/is a shit show. There's no way people are going to believe I went through all of this." While I am an open book, some stuff I hold close because of this very thought. In all honesty, this thought is encompassed with fear and protection. I'm afraid that some of the deepest darkest things I've experienced won't be believed. Sure, who cares? Well, I do. If I'm not believed, then Little Me is silenced again. AND THAT THOUGHT is still what needs healing!

I came into this world swinging. My biological mother was addicted to crack/cocaine. She hit before I made it earthside, and I was born addicted as well. I used to be ashamed that I was "Crack baby." Especially growing up in the 90s. The many foster homes I jumped around to had no problem bringing it to my attention. I was slightly bullied for being a crack baby, a foster kid, and having a mother who was addicted to it and known for sleeping around town to get it. I say slightly because I learned how to fight early, and I didn't play those games. I also knew my mother was going to come back for me, and if you said anything that didn't align with that, I was meeting you on the blacktop or the streets... imagine little 5 year old me scrappin. Yeah... I know... Plot twist. She never came and that was the best thing that could ever happen. Save this for another blog.

I fought away from home because I could never fight at home. I say quite often that my memory from childhood is a blessing and a curse but mostly a curse. I remember my first assaults happening while I was in pull-ups. I didn't understand what was happening, clearly, but I remember being told that it was okay, because this is how "dads show their love" My biological father was nonexistent but my foster parent at the time had a boyfriend... And we were to call any man she had "dad"... I was potty trained fairly early, however, I'd have accidents quite often... sometimes they were true accidents out of fear and other times once I caught on... they were intentional. Somehow, I felt a whooping was far greater than "dad's love" and other times, well, both were equally unbearable.

I became too much of a problem for this foster home and eventually social services came and got me. I moved to another foster home but I never escaped the assaults and the abuse. Each home I went to became worse than the one before. The physical, emotional, mental, sexual abuse I endured is unfathomable at times. I also sit and wonder how I really went through this all and managed to make it to this day to write about it all. The simple answer is God! I'm a firm believer that He covered my heart and mind for all of these years because He knew there was a purpose far greater than I could have ever dreamed for myself and nothing... NO THING OR PERSON was going to stop that. To say I don't struggle mentally about it all would be a lie. I have PTSD, depression and anxiety. Looking at me, you'd have no idea but baaaaaby it's rough. However, I do the work to heal and find healthy coping mechanisms to get me through on the hardest days.

Peloton plays a huge role in my mental fortitude. On days when I am unable to get into a therapy session, I check in to therapy on my bike, mat, or treadmill. Movement is really medicine. I say all of this to say that we all have stories. We all have journies, and while they may not all be the same, one thing we all hold in common is our truth. We all hold autonomy over them, and there isn't a soul on earth that can take it from us. So, while my story (this is a TINY fraction of what I've endured) is absolutely horrid and unbelievable to someone out there, my truth is mine. I KNOW there's someone out there who is living or lived, maybe even a fraction of what I did who needs to hear it and may find solace in knowing they are not alone and that there's so much beautiful life to be lived beyond the confinment of our Trauma. For that very reason, I will continue to honor not only the things that have made me the person I am today, but I will forever honor Little Me, who deserves to be free and validated... BY ME! May you find the courage one day to do the same!

[choibeomcute]

Txt when you’re drunk:

Yeonjun

he thinks it’s hilarious oh my goodness…at first he was worried because of how late it was for you to be out drinking

you were at an office party at a local bar with your coworkers and you had drank so much that you could barely carry a conversation without bursting out laughing

you and your favorite coworkers were singing karaoke and howling with laughter until about three in the morning

Yeonjun was supposed to pick you up when the party was over and he was waiting and waiting for you to call him

finally you called and he ran to his phone. “Baaaaaby…” you said half laughing half longing for him “you can get me now yes you can baby I love you baby” you said in a rush of words

“Okay sweetheart,” he said smiling to himself “I’m on my way. Stay inside with everyone, okay?” “Yes yes, daddy,” you said sloppily. “Daddy?” he asked trying to hold in a laugh. “Yes because you’re just like my dad worrying about me being out and..and such…such a worry worry…man…so worried” you rambled on as Yeonjun hung up

you stumbled outside by yourself with your bag on your shoulder and your heels in your hand. you sat down on the steps of the bar in the darkness and daydreamed about hugging Yeonjun

After about ten minutes, he pulled up in your car. He hopped out quickly and rushed over to you. “Babe!! I told you to stay inside!! It’s too late to be out like this! You could’ve been attacked! Or assaulted!” he picked you up in his arms and lifted you into the car

As soon as you felt the warmth of the car heater and the seatbelt click as Yeonjun strapped you in, you fell right to sleep. He glanced over at you at every stoplight on the way back home, checking to make sure you were doing okay and sound asleep

when you got home, yeonjun laid you down across the bed and tucked you into the blankets. He grabbed some miceller water and a warm wet towel and gently took your makeup off your face. As he swiped your cheeks and forehead he smiled to himself at your cute pink face that had become flushed from all the drinking you did

as yeonjun went to turn off the lights and get in bed beside you, you stirred in your sleep and woke yourself up “babies,” you whispered “babeezes” you said again…less coherent this time “yes, my love?” replied yeonjun. “I m-missed you,” you said as a tear rolled down your cheek, “I r-really *hiccup* did…”.

Yeonjun chuckled and sat down beside you. “Baby,” he cooed brushing you hair back behind your ear “I’m right here.” “Yeonjun?” you said teary eyed. “Yes, my love,” he replied. “Oh I missed you so much!” you cried out as you wrapped your arms around his waist

that night you fell asleep in Yeonjun’s arms holding him so tight, afraid that you’d have to go anywhere without him again…very dramatic…and very drunk thoughts indeed

#choi yeonjun #kpop #tomorrow x together #txt #hybe #tomorrow by together #au #choi #yeonjun #drunk

[luvsae]

admiring you | kang saebyeok

pairing: gn!reader x saebyeok

fluff <3

"baaaaaby." you sang as you followed saebyeok around like a lost puppy around your shared apartment. "are you ignoring me?"

saebyeok closed the fridge, then turning around with two sodas in her hand. "nope. i was getting these."

you smiled at the girls gesture before taking the soda from her. "mmmh."

"let's go spend more time with each other before cheol is back." she gently took your free hand with hers before she guided you back to your bedroom.

the two of you placed your drinks down, then going to lay down in bed.

you snuggled up beside your girlfriend before looking up at her face. her face was covered in freckles that almost imitated the stars in the sky.

her lips were relaxed just like her expression. saebyeoks eyes were closed until she opened them to look at you. "are you staring at me?"

you brought a hand up to caress the girls face, lightly rubbing her cheek with your thumb. "maybe. it's hard not to since you're this beautiful.:

her face went completely warm which made you giggle softly. "what's so funny?" saebyeok asked you.

"your face got warm when i complimented you." you smiled.

it was silent for a moment - the two of you were admiring each other. "i want to kiss you." she whispered.

"you can." you replied.

saebyeok brought her lips forward to meet yours. she had her hands cupping your face as she brought the both of you to sit up.

one of her hands ran through your hair as she smiled in the middle of the kiss.

you pulled away and looked at her again. "you're beautiful."

saebyeok was everything to you. she was a princess in your eyes, the most stunning one of them all.

#fluff scenario #fanfic #fluff stuff #kang sae byeok #sae byeok #squid game #saebyeok imagines

[maryellencarter]

I posted 2,277 times in 2022

That's 918 more posts than 2021!

166 posts created (7%)

2,111 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,300 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#jigen daisuke - 288 posts

#arsene lupin iii - 132 posts

#lupin iii - 127 posts

#goemon ishikawa xiii - 58 posts

#yes - 41 posts

#zenigata keibu - 20 posts

#fujiko mine - 19 posts

#it me - 18 posts

#laugh rule - 15 posts

#correctly prev tagged as - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#a samurai who has canonically never had procreative sex but is very blushy about tiddies and also that time he gave the gunman mouth to mou

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I fucking love Lupin’s handwriting here, especially how you can tell it’s not a font. Look at the different shapes and sizes on those R’s! Somebody *wrote* that. I write a fairly similar hand myself (a bit loopier, which I’ve heard is accurate for English-language cursive teaching versus French-language cursive which is pointier). idk this is just really cute

also where does he order his embossed Lupin III calling cards, and has Zenigata ever tracked down his print shop

70 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

okay so i'm going back and rewatching "the target is 555 meters away" because i did not really manage to talk about that episode at all because part 2 was being such a slog but oh god it has ALL THE FEELS EVER

spoilers ahead

okay so the episode starts with a lovely moody scene where lupin is like "jigen, let me see your aim" and puts a sticker on his forehead and has jigen shoot at it with a sniper rifle from like half a kilometer away, and like. THEM! jigen's complete lack of hesitation! it's not made obvious before the shot that lupin is standing behind bulletproof glass, but jigen just trusts lupin so much that it doesn't matter. he'd take the shot if lupin wanted him to, whether he knew any of the rest of the plan or not.

and the way jigen takes the shot and the music goes totally silent while the bullet travels, and then it lands dead center and jigen's theme ("tornado") starts to play while he rides his lil bicycle over to lupin

and fucking THEN! they talk about the bulletproof glass, how the bullet barely went deep enough in to get stuck, how the real target will be three times as thick and 555 meters away... and then Lupin asks him "Can you do it, Jigen?" (or "Will you do it"... this is why anime peeps start learning Japanese istg), and Jigen asks "If I say no... *pause, more subdued* what will you do?" And Lupin just sticks his hands in his pockets, shuts his goddamn eyes, and with this little absolutely trusting peaceful smile on his face says "You won't say it" and starts walking away. And Jigen just mutters "Then don't ask" and bikes after him as the music fades down and it's just the wind blowing again.

like. everything! about this scene! they know each other so damn well! they fucking trust each other so damn much! they both know jigen is the only person in the world who has a hope in hell of pulling off what lupin is asking (which is gonna be WAY harder than this scene makes clear, we'll get there), and they both know jigen will ALWAYS be there for lupin.

but lupin asks anyway, doesn't just assume jigen will do it. and jigen *knows* that if he can't or won't do it, there's nobody else on earth lupin can turn to who has the skill level he needs. but he asks anyway, because that's the shape of the relationship between them. because he needs to hear that lupin knows he can do it. and they just... they fucking trust each other so much and they don't ever have to question it but sometimes they do just to hear the shape of their faith in each other around the answers. BAAAAABIES! *smishes them*

So anyway, the heist target is a diamond exhibition in a Space Needle looking tower building, although luckily it doesn't rotate. The floor and ceiling will both be electrified enough to kill Lupin if he touches them, and the walls are ridiculously thick bulletproof glass which can't be broken even with dynamite. We'll see at one point that it even takes Goemon several minutes to hack through one with Zantetsuken, which has been able to slice anything else in the entire show so far except sticky yam paste. (It was a thing.) Lupin disguises himself as Zenigata to get the details of the security plan, and also places another lil dot sticker on the window for Jigen to aim at when the time comes. Luckily, nobody notices the sticker, because we need it for Jigen to be a badass.

So then we start getting the actual setup for the sniping job Jigen is going to do. He's on top of an abandoned warehouse, on top of a CRANE, which is constantly swaying in the fucking wind. The sticker Lupin placed is so small and so far away it's barely visible even through his sniper scope. "So that's the target. I should just quit now," he grumbles to himself. Of course he doesn't quit, because Jigen has never willingly let Lupin down in his life, but he's sweating (he always gets sweaty when things are stressful, which honestly is one of those tiny things that make me very fond of him), and the grim way he sounds really sells just how damn impossible this stunt is going to be.

(Kiyoshi Kobayashi, Jigen's Japanese voice actor for fifty years, is a fucking *legend*. I may find Richard Epcar's gravelly Jigen voice sexier, but there's nobody like Kobayashi-sama for quiet emotion. I don't do open canons, but part of me is super tempted to watch at least some of the currently-airing Part 6 just to see how his handpicked replacement, Akio Otsuka, can possibly measure up.)

Anyway, then we get MORE of the details of this impossible fucking sniper job. Jigen has four boxes of bullets with him, plus a special bullet with an adhesive inside it and a zipline attached. His job is to shoot the bulletproof glass repeatedly in the same exact spot until he fucking DRILLS A HOLE through it. With bullets. Oh, and he's shooting against the wind (which he tests by tossing up little scraps of unlit cigarette and seeing which way they fly). Did I mention the crane he's on is swaying?

There's more to the heist, of course -- Lupin and Goemon have their work cut out for them getting Lupin into the elevator that's the only way inside the room with the diamonds -- but this episode is really Jigen's showcase and I'm here to squee about him. So after a little bit of plotty stuff with the others, we see that Jigen's down to his last box of bullets, hasn't made a crack in the glass, and is starting to worry he'll run out of bullets before he can get the job done. The wind's changed, too, just to make it a little harder for him to hit the same spot every time.

Lupin makes it into and up the elevator, and asks "How's it going, Jigen?" and because these two are also little shits who just happen to love each other deeply, Jigen snarks "don't rush me, I'm doing more delicate work than you are". In the meantime, Zenigata notices the growing pile of still-warm bullets on the ground below Jigen's target marker, and hollers for the elevator to be brought back down -- remember, Lupin has no survivable way *out* of the elevator until Jigen gets the zipline placed for him.

Just then, one of Jigen's bullets finally sticks in the bulletproof glass. Once there's a weak spot, Lupin says "You did it, Jigen!", but Jigen knows it's not over yet. He's sweating like hell, because *finally* one of the bullets stuck and gave him the opening he needs, but Zenigata is calling the elevator down and they're out of time. Lupin is trying to physically hold the door open to keep the car from moving down -- we saw that elevator door squish Zenigata earlier, so we know it's strong and has no safety function.

Little noodly monkey Lupin promptly gets squished as well, and the elevator starts down. Jigen, because he is the best fucking sniper in the world and because he trusts Lupin to be the best thief, doesn't panic, just makes annoyed Jigen noises (which are very adorable) and starts the next part of the process, which is where he has to drive the stuck bullet the rest of the way through the glass using more bullets as a hammer.

Lupin manages to drop Zenigata out of a hole in the elevator floor that Lupin made earlier, and heads back up. One of Jigen's bullets finally goes all the way through the window and falls on the floor, where it promptly gets disintegrated by the electricity, just to remind us why Jigen was vital to this plan. "I've done it, Lupin!" Jigen says, paralleling Lupin's earlier "You did it, Jigen!" when his first bullet stuck, because how gay is it really if you're not bookending each other's statements in a thematically appropriate manner. :D

Jigen pretty much hasn't been talking this whole time except to infodump about the wind conditions and tell Lupin to be patient, but now that the hard part is over and all (all!) he's got to do is thread the needle with one more bullet, he starts telling Lupin a little story about his childhood. Apparently when he was a tiny Jigenlet, he used to go to the shooting gallery at the fair and shoot for prizes, but he always came up a bullet short for the prize he wanted to win. We see the almost empty bullet box by his hand while he's explaining this.

"What were you shooting for -- Pernod [absinthe]?" Lupin asks, because he's inextricably French and also apparently is picturing a rather older Jigen at a rather different type of shooting competition. Sometimes I wonder if Lupin was ever actually a kid or just a little jungle monkey.

And Jigen, and this is one of the lines *everybody* gifs because it's fucking amazing no matter how you interpret it, Jigen just says "A pink-dressed French doll" and fires the zipline bullet. There's that long second of absolute silence while the bullet flies, goes through the hole seamlessly, and sticks to the far wall with a splat of adhesive.

Lupin just fucking STARES, and it's unclear whether he's shocked that Jigen wanted a doll or that he just made that shot so perfectly, or both. "What's the matter, Lupin?" Jigen jokes, tightening up the zipline so it'll hold Lupin's weight. "Even the guys at the shooting gallery would say 'hey, good shot'."

We cut back to Lupin's face, and now he's grinning like hell. "You did it!" he cheers. "Jigen, you are the number one sniper in the world, and when we get home I'll buy you a French doll." And Jigen just sits back on top of the crane and lights a cigarette -- the first one we've seen him actually light all episode, rather than just shred for wind direction -- and gets this absolutely fucking adorable little smirk on his face.

And I just. I JUST FUCKING CANNOT EVEN. THEY ARE SO GAY. If I was a person who did academic queer studies and shit I would have essays about symbolism and god knows what all. Even just as a person who just has watched a ridiculous amount of Lupin III recently, I can tell you that cigarettes in the Lupin/Jigen relationship are very often a metaphor for sex/romance/whatever it is they have going on (not always, because Jigen smokes like a chimney and sometimes it's just a cigarette, but when they're holding a lighter for each other's cigarettes or god forbid doing the lil thing they do in fanart where their cigarette tips kiss while they light one from the other, it's *always* a metaphor for the relationship), and oh god Jigen my heart that little sit back and relax and light a smoke and that little self-satisfied GRIN are absolutely, abso-fucking-lutely a metaphor and not a subtle one either. You enjoy that cigarette, baby, you've earned it.

Oh, and then when Jigen's packing up (because there's still the second half of the episode to go with the rest of the heist, but Jigen's *koff* shot his load *koff* finished already *koff* okay pick your own damn metaphor then ^_^), we find out he made it with ONE bullet to spare. Like, damn, baby. Lupin's luck and Jigen's skill, they are un-fucking-stoppable together.

(And then he uses that final bullet to kill one of the spotlights so Goemon can do the back half of the heist aka getting Lupin an escape route. Because Jigen, man. He's not out until he's out.)

So yeah, that was approximately the gayest fifteen minutes of television I've seen lately. Then once they've all three gotten away and they're on their yacht splitting up the haul (because the key to marital happiness between thief husbands is definitely separate bank accounts), there's an adorable little coda where we discover that Goemon fucked up his wrist so bad carving Lupin's escape route that he's wearing a sling, and Jigen's trigger finger is also janked up and he doesn't even want to look at a gun for a while. But at least they get to keep the loot, which is honestly pretty rare in part 2.

74 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#3

Okay, Part 3 continues to have some delightful moments. This is from p3e27 "Codename is the Star of Alaska", which has already been pretty epic -- Jigen has a dead ex-boyfriend *and* a kidnapped ex-girlfriend so far. Just before these shots, he was captured and tortured in an electric chair by some idiots who didn't even know who he is or why they should be worried about getting Lupin mad at them.

(It sounds wrong to say it was a delightful torture scene, but it really was. He's extremely sassy. Also extraordinarily gay, even for Jigen. Listing off half a dozen mid-century male Hollywood heartthrobs for Reasons while getting electroshocked is definitely on a level.)

ANYWAY! So then Lupin comes charging in with a giant mech to save his boyfriend, as one does. I'd seen the first screenshot, where there's an entire fucking mob with machine guns and Lupin's just shielding them both with the mech, and he takes the time to give Jigen (still in the electric chair, by the way) a cigarette and light it with that lil flamethrower doohickey. I figured this is basically just, y'know, the cigarettes are always a metaphor, it's a cute gay little moment.

What I had NOT seen is the second shot, where Lupin produces a bunch of dynamite and has Jigen light the fuse with the cigarette Lupin just lit for him! (Also, god, Jiji, that is a Mankatsu-quality "I love arson" evil grin. *heart eyes*) I just. I JUST CANNOT. Like. How. Lupin could just light the dynamite with the flamethrower, but instead... man, ways to give your boyfriend agency in his own rescue, and a little bit of arson as a treat, while still leaving him conveniently strapped to an electric chair so you can rip the whole thing out of the floor and bridal carry him away with your giant mech. (I couldn't get a good shot of that part, but trust me, Jigen's smug little smirk while being carried is amazing.)

HOW EXTREMELY GAY CAN YOU GET is what I am fucking saying here! Also the orchestration of the main theme playing over this scene is all violins and flutes and sounds exactly like a love theme. HOW. GAY. CAN. YOU. GET.

92 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#2

Oh, update on the AO3 elections situation with Tiffany the pro-censorship pro-VPN fandom newbie: the elections were held August 12-15, 2022, and neither Tiffany nor the other relative OTW newbie, Noémie, was elected. It's unlikely that one board member would have been in a position to make any major changes to the OTW/AO3's direction anyway -- the biggest impression I came away with about Tiffany is that they thought they were running for a position with a ton more power than OTW Board Member actually has -- but y'all can stop panicking now.

However, if you've got ten bucks to spare and would like to be in a position to vote about the OTW board *next* year, it's not a bad idea to toss them a donation. Remember to ticky the "become a member" box if you want to be able to vote. I hear a fair amount of "anti" chatter in some of the circles I move in, and "we should volunteer / run / take over in order to make AO3 censorship-friendly" is a lot more common of a talking point there than, y'know, "we should do a fork of AO3's open source code and actually spend any of our own time or money to create an archive with rules we like, which nobody would post in because we'd wind up blocking them all over minor differences of opinion, like Calvinist theologians or French Revolution demagogues".

Uh. Sorry, it's 4am (I've been wrestling with Windows updates) and I'm a bit punchy. Anyway, point is, in order to encourage new blood, the only tenure/screening requirement for a Board candidate is nine months' OTW volunteer work -- Tiffany was a tag wrangler, for instance. (You have to be 18 or older and willing to put your full legal name publicly on the list of Board members if you win, also.) So it's certainly possible for some misguided group to look at this whole situation and go "clearly Tiffany was onto something, we need to put up another candidate with pro-censorship goals" and have time to get someone in place.

Sooooo long story short, I'm definitely planning to donate and become a member, having finally had it brought to my attention while I have some money to spare. Once I'm awake enough to figure out where the donations page is, because I always get lost looking.

179 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS ACTUALLY MASSIVE

so okay the biden administration is cancelling either $10k or $20k in federally-held student debt (i.e. if you've been getting letters from the department of education about the loan pause you're probably in that category) for people making under $125k a year while single or $250k a year as a household

you get the $20k forgiveness amount if you had pell grants, which for instance i did (for my non us based peeps these are the main non-loan way that poor people get college/university cost help here, so doing a higher amount for pell grant recipients is an efficient way of saying "you were / probably still are extra poor, have some more help"), and the $10k amount if you didn't have pell grants

if you're already on an income based repayment plan and fit the other qualifications, they're just gonna go ahead and do the thing, no extra action from you needed. if you're in default like me, or if you're not sure if the department of education currently has the proof of income paperwork they'll need (probably either your latest tax return or, if you didn't file taxes recently, some pay stubs or, if you don't have an income, a notarized affidavit stating that you don't), then there's going to be a government website to upload that information and apply to the program. you can subscribe to dept of education emails about student loans (link is at the bottom of the page when you follow my link to the fact sheet at the top of this post) to be notified when the webpage goes up.

FURTHERMORE, though, and to my mind this is actually bigger -- they're making major changes to how student loan payments and forgiveness are calculated going forward! for income based repayment plans, they're adjusting the income qualifications so that (roughly) no one making under $15 an hour will have to make payments, anyone who makes above that amount will only have to pay half the percentage of their income above the amount that they used to (5% of the amount you make over $31k instead of 10% of the amount over $19k, rounded and slightly sloppily calculatd, but which ADDS UP), you can get your remaining amount forgiven in 10 years instead of the previous 20/25 if you make your payments on time (including if the payments you're making "on time" are $0), and. AND AND AND.

NO MORE INTEREST IF YOU'RE MAKING YOUR PAYMENTS.

I borrowed about $12k for college. I owe about $20k now, because of student loan interest. I haven't been arsed to get out of default for five years, because the interest every month would still have been accruing if I was on an income based payment plan, so my amount owed would actually go *up* every month. NO MORE. If I'm reading this right, and I think I am, the government is going to cover your interest for as long as you make your payments -- again, even if the "payment" you're making on your repayment plan is $0.

This is the biggest fucking thing for poor people's finances since, I don't know, I literally don't even fucking know. The friggin New Deal maybe, I literally don't know. $10k/$20k is eyedropper amounts compared to the sea of student debt, yeah (although for me personally it might knock out my entire amount owed), but this? Having payments that are both halfway affordable AND ACTUALLY LOWER YOUR REMAINING DEBT? I... I don't know what to fucking say. I didn't even imagine -- it did not enter my head that they might cover interest on more than the tiny piddly amount you can get in "subsidized" loans. And for the life of the loans if you make your payments? And for that being 10 years max instead of 25? *falls over*

Anyway you can read all the official verbage at that link up there in case I'm misreading anything. but HOLY FUCK *runs in circles and falls over again*

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[lingcring]

( closed starter for @shclf ) 

   with his fingers tapping against the marbled table top, the twenty-four year old leaned backwards in his chair, more or less glaring at the pastry before him. a palmier - a treat that he’d sworn he’d remembered fondly enjoying years prior when visiting france as a child, but now hearing the shopkeeper refer to it as a PIGS EAR, he was completely put off for reasons unknown. it was seemingly oinking at him from beyond the paper sleeve, the thought alone causing his nose to turn upwards in distaste as he used his pointer finger to prod at the sugared pastry. head tilting to the side, the man caught sight of the stranger seated beside him, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as the view of the woman filled his vision.  ❝  excuse me —  ❞  arlo paused, leaning forward slightly in his seat as he caught her gaze,  ❝  would you be interested in taking this palmier off of my hands ? i think i’m more of a pain au chocolate man after all.  ❞ 

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[kremeforkian]

kian lawley x female reader

once again, all fluff. whatever that even means. (not a writer).

summary: you never asked for help as your mental health slowly got worse, not liking when you seemed vulnerable or weak.

ignore the random paragraphs. the app decided to let me know that my paragraphs were too long. so judgemental. i’m not sure if i even like this one, my writing was all over the place. anyway, don’t let me stop you from reading.

It had been a hard month. you’re anxiety was creeping it’s way back, eliciting old habits to plague your daily life. you felt held back. a sense of dread had found a home in your stomach, tossing and turning, always making you feel like something bad was ahead. you kept brushing it off. it’ll go away. you, of course, had kept this from kian. you felt that him knowing wouldn’t do him any good. putting others first had always been a natural instinct of yours. it had been especially bad that morning. on the verge of a full breakdown, that was ignored, you had gotten ready as usual. waitressing at a cafe down the street had been a side job of yours for a few years, never getting tired of the homely, welcoming space you felt safe in.

as soon as you stepped through the door, the small bell signalling your awaited arrival, you felt all eyes on you. casuals greeted you with a smile whereas others took a quick glance in your direction, completely uninterested. you still couldn’t help but feel on-the-spot. you went about your shift as normally as possible, taking orders and greeting customers. the welcoming atmosphere had changed into something that made you uncomfortable. you felt that peoples smiles and happy attitudes towards you were not genuine. running away and finding somewhere to hide was a very seemingly ideal option for you.

nearing the end of your shift you found yourself in the alley beside the cafe, phone in hand, pacing. the number at the top read ‘ki’. you pressed it, yearning to hear his voice. after a few rings he picked up. “hey baaaaaby” kian said, giddy about you calling him during your shift. “hi ki” you said casually, trying to rid your voice of the nerves that filled you. “hey, are you alright?” he asked you softly. “mhm” was all you had found yourself being able to say, suddenly feeling choked up by that one question. “y/n..what’s wrong?” he had suspected for awhile that you hadn’t been feeling your best, but with your skills of hiding your emotions, he couldn’t be sure. the concern and care his voice had almost made you burst into tears then and there, standing in the middle of the cafe’s change rooms, a dirty cloth in hand. “..nothing-uh..nothing. i’m fine. just wanted to..say hi.” you forced out, voice heavy. “y/n…” “oh shit, my boss is calling me back to work. bye kian.” you rushed, voice shaky, “y/n, isn’t your shift about to en-” you hung up amidst his questioning. what is wrong with me. you scolded yourself, feeling embarrassed.

you decided a stroll would be good for you. you clocked out a bit early, your boss urging you to once seeing the flustered state you were in. instead of hearing straight home, you ended up finding yourself on a boardwalk that reached out into a vast lake. you wanted to go there to think but your mine seemed blank. you were upset and tired, but no tears came. you sat there, time ticking by, phone occasionally lighting up with calls and texts. you found it hard to find the motivation to actually get up and go. you’re mind was someplace else. the buzzing of your phone caught you off guard. your mind finally becoming more aware. you didn’t check who was calling you, just lazily answering. “y/n?” kian’s voice cracked out of the speaker. ”hello?” you said in a small voice. “y/n!” he sighed out of relief, “are you okay? where are you?” he rushed out, in a panic. you were a bit confused as to why he was so worried. “why? did something happen?” “what! y/n, no one knew where you were for two hours!” he sounded worn out, frustrated and confused. two hours? you could tell he was pacing as he spoke. “oh” you replied. he picked up on the distant vibe that came from each reply. you sounded drained. “y/n..” “i’ll be home in 5 minutes.” you hung up the call.

walking up towards the door, you were fiddling with your keys, getting ready to let yourself in. before you could even get to the unlocking part, the door flung open, a warm body enveloping you in their arms. kian’s cologne filled your nose, his taller figure making you feel safe. you could hear his heart beating rapidly. your tense body suddenly weakened. you felt like you’d reached your tipping point. all the silent, hidden struggling weighed down on you. unable to hold yourself up anymore, you collapsed into kian’s hold. he gripped you tight, making sure you wouldn’t fall. he slowly brought you both down towards the floor, seating himself against the wall beside the door, leaning you up against himself. jc, oscar, crawford, ryan and will were inside. they had obviously been called over when kian was freaking out. they were watching in deep concern, also being some of the many who had been trying to contact you. they had not known the extent of your struggling. seeing you in that way shocked them. they worriedly mumbled to each other whilst walking away, deciding to give the two of you privacy.

his hands brushed against your back soothingly as your body shook with each silent sob. tears rushed down your face. “shh..it’s okay y/n,” he said softly in your ear, “you’re fine, y/n, i’m here.” you felt so, so tired. once your body had stopped trembling, kian lifted your head up, holding your face between his hands. tears still rapidly ran down your cheeks. the sight of this made his heart wrench. he attempted to dry the wetness of your face with his sleeve but it was a futile attempt. he whispered “why didn’t you say anything y/n..” you stayed silent. “you don’t need to be scared to tell someone that you’re not feeling okay.” he was right. you were scared. that was not something you wanted to admit. the look on your face said it all. he pulled you into a hug, holding your head against his chest. your body slowly became more tired, weakened from your previous display of emotions. he stood up, still grasping on tightly to you. he walked you both towards his room, you leaning against his side for support, red eyed with pink blotchy cheeks. the sound of the door closing alerted the boys. they looked at you, eyebrows furrowed in worry. you didn’t look at them, deeply embarrassed. they looked at kian, silently asking if talking to you in that moment would be a good idea. kian shook his head. the boys silently mimicked that they were leaving, ryan mouthing ‘text us later’.

you both lay in kian’s bed, his hand running through your hair. “y/n?” “hmm?” you hummed quietly, exhausted. “from now on, i need you to tell me when your not feeling okay, even if you’re feeling the tiniest bit off. i don’t want you to keep struggling by yourself. i’m here for you and i want you to feel like you can tell me anything.” kian said. “i love you ki” you whispered, lifting your head up to look at him. the care he had for you was evident in his eyes. “i love you y/n”.

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Na Na Na Na Na Na, Cat-Dad! Cat-Dad!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 677

Warnings: None?? Cat birth, maybe.

Request: Non.

Summary: CAT-DAD!

A/N:  Inspired by this post.

Ko-Fi

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(Not My GIF)

***

You didn't mean for it to happen.

No one ever really means for it to happen.

But it did.

And now, you had quickly come to accept that this was how your life was now.

Responsibility was thrust upon you, and now you had to stand up and take it.

As they say.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

For you, are now, and forever.

Cat-Dad!

The sound of a door opening and closing came from behind you. The person entering humming a small, happy tune. Unknown to your new title, as they placed their key into the bowl and hung up their light coat in the hallway.

Oh shit, the missus.

Shit.

Courage gone.

No longer the mighty hero.

Abort!

Abort mission!

"Hey, honey."

Too late.

"Baaaaaby. Hey," you drew out, standing from your crouched position and turning to face her. Thankfully blocking your apparent "mission" from view.

"What are you hiding?" her voice went from soft and sweet to 'so-fucking-done-with-your-shit' within a millisecond.

"Nothing!" you said insulted, "Why do you always think I've done something?"

She said nothing in reply, only crossing her arms over her chest and ticking an eyebrow at you.

To say you didn't break under her stare, almost instantly, would be the biggest lie. Not to mention unbelievable.

"All right! Okay!" Your arms flopped at your sides as you threw your head back. "But it's not my fault."

"It never is, is it?" Natasha asked playfully.

"Hey, I resent that. All kinds of resent that."

"Resent it all you want-"

"I will."

"Now, tell me what you're hiding," the red-head tried again, "What did you do?"

"Well... technically, it wasn't me who did it..."

"Then who did?" she pressed on, wondering who else was involved in why you were acting suspiciously.

"Uh, the mother?" you said awkwardly.

"What?! What mother?"

You stepped aside, choosing to show her exactly what you were hiding.

Natasha's jaw dropped at the sight.

There, sat inside your clothes draw was an exhausted cat, nursing four tiny kittens.

"Where did you get them?!"

"I didn't "get" them!" you replied, "I opened my drawer, and then there they were! I brought them out here so that they'd have more space."

"How did they get in here?" Natasha asked, coming closer to evaluate the cats resting in their makeshift bed. "She really gave birth on your underwear."

"I know!" you said, voice a higher pitch than normal. Not knowing how to process what was happening.

You spent a few minutes just watching the kittens sleep and guzzle down milk while their exhausted mother snoozed away.

"So, I guess we have cats now," you commented.

***

"So, what are we going to do with all of them?" Natasha asked one day, out of the blue, a few days later.

You hummed from your position upon the bed next to her, reading a book you had picked up about caring kittens. Having just found out that mama cat was in fact a stray and did not have a home... until she crawled into your underwear drawer, that is.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we obviously can't keep all of them."

"And why not?" you asked, bringing your book down and looking at the woman beside you.

"Y/N, be real-"

"I am being real."

"Do you really think we can care for five cats? You do remember we have jobs, right?"

"What's your point?"

"Y/N," she scoffed a laugh, throwing her head back as she did so, "Don't you at least think that five cats, at once, are a bit too much?"

"Listen, it's not like I went out looking for a hoard of cats, but they're here now, and we can't split them up."

"Why not?"

You sat up and gestured down to where all five cats lay sleeping, still in your underwear draw. Natasha following suit, continuing to ask her, "Look at them and tell me you can give any of them up or split them up."

"Okay..." she started slowly, "More important question. What are we gonna call them?"

***

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