#I know this is an old point but like whyyyy

[xozombiee]

nerd | p. parker.

warnings: praise, peter parker’s abs, fingering, marking, kissing, nerd kink😶…, dirty talk?, boring nerd facts

synopsis: peter finds out you’re secretly turned on by his intelligence and uses it against you.

study nights like this weren’t unusual. peter sitting by your side while your sat with your legs crossed next to him. text books were scattered across your bed since he was helping you study for a chemistry quiz that was this friday.

you shut the book with a huff, turning to the boy next to you. “i’m bored.”

peter looks up from his book, “you wanna take a break?” he asks.

you nod in reply, jumping off the bed. you stretch, your shirt rising up in the process which makes the spider boys face turn pink. you smiled, “you hungry? i can make some food real quick.”

“maybe later. we should take a break for a few then get back to studying.” he suggested.

you let out an exasperated whine, falling back into your rolling chair. “whyyyy? i hate studying. it’s so boring.” you argued.

“you said it yourself. you cant fail this test.” he replied. you frowned. “well not everyone is as smart as you, pete.”

“i’m not that smart.”

“yes you are! you have so many awards! and you’re like…awesome at everything!” you told him, making him smile.

“you’re actually so smart…it’s kinda hot.” you grumbled like an old man. peters ears perked at your words.

“hot?”

“yes, it’s hot!” you yelled, spinning the chair away from him.

peter took a moment to think. you were obviously embarrassed about it. so was there was more to the story? he smirked to himself as he thought of an idea.

he stood up from his spot, getting close to your ear, “did you know there’s enough dna in the average persons body to stretch to the sun to pluto and back—seventeen times.” peter whispered.

“seventeen?” you mumbled, turning your head to his.

“yeah. and, the earth has a mass of five point nine seven times ten to the power of twenty four kilograms.” he smiled.

you stared at him, eyes shifting to his lips every two seconds before you finally pulled the collar of his t-shirt. your lips connected. peters hands grabbed your hips, steadying himself above you. you stood from the chair, walking to the bed. lips disconnecting for a breath of air. your hands were pushing the text books onto the floor.

your knees met the mattress, your weight sinking it in as you sat. you wiggled your hips as you crawled across the bed. peter stared at you like you were the millennium falcon lego set you had gotten him for christmas. he was absolutely so in love.

he followed behind you, dragging your hips back to him. you squirmed in surprise, watching peter grin at you. his fingers played with the hem of your shorts and you were practically begging for him to take them off.

“is this okay?” he asked, tugging them to your thighs.

you nodded desperately, making him smile to himself. after taking your shorts off, all to be seen were the cute cotton flower panties you wore underneath them. a small damp patch was covering the middle, making all the blood in peter shoot down his body.

opened mouth kisses were placed along down your torso, “did you know a cloud can weigh about a million pounds.” he said between each kiss.

you felt insane for being turned on by this.

“peter..”you sighed, wrapping a hand in his brown locs.

“baby?” he replied. his eyes stared up at you, watching as you looked as if you were about to faint.

“need you…now.” you whispered. you just want him to stop teasing you and start pleasing you. feeling his breath near your core was driving you insane.

hands trace against the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up your spine. peter pushes the fabric that covered your cunt to the side, putting two fingers inside of you and curling them as he does, making you moan.

“peter.” you barely say below your breath, holding onto his bicep.

“shhh..baby. let me take care of you.” he said against the skin of your collarbone. you whispered in reply.

his kisses were so light against your neck. if you hadn’t known it was him, you would’ve thought a butterfly had landed onto your throat, fluttering peacefully. his trail of kisses moved down to your chest, then eventually to your stomach again.

“pretty girl..my pretty girl.” he muttered.

you cupped your mouth with your hand, muffling the cries of your voice. you couldn’t let your roommate hear, or your other colleagues down in the other dorms.

peter noticed the hand covering your mouth. he took the hand occupying your insides, removing it and pulling yours away.

“don’t get shy on me now.” he pouted.

your legs closed from the loss of touch, hoping for some friction as you rubbed them. peter brought his lips close to your ear, pushing your hair away from your face.

“i know you think about this all the time. it’s so obvious from the way you stare.” he says.

your eyes squeeze shut, “peter, please..”

“please what?”

you get quite at the next part, but thanks to peters enhanced senses he heard what you said clearly. 

“always.” he replied. you watched as he ripped his own shirt off, his abs coming into sight. god he was fine. he pulled back your underwear, watching as it tickled down your thighs.

peter entered slowly, bottoming out. for several moments, the bedroom was silent, apart from your panting. your eyes couldn't leave his figure.

you reached a hand up to push several strands of hair out his eyes. he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, making you throw your head back.

fuck you were gorgeous with your head thrown back against the pillow, back arched. it wasn't the first time peter had seen such a sight. hell, he’d even took pictures and videos of it for himself.

"gonna fill you up, pretty." you nodded, the corners of your vision beginning to blur from the intense pleasure. 

you could feel the spark of your insides begin to light, almost as if it was about to go off. you were so close. “peter.”

“yeah?”

“close.”

peter grabbed your hips, adjusting them to his. he picked his pace up, making your brain fuzzy. the circles he was tracing on your clit added to the pleasure he was submerging you in. your fists grabbed the sheets as if they were going to save you from this animal of a man.

You were incoherent as you came, only whines mixed with slurred chants of his name leaving your mouth. peter followed quickly behind you; a whimper leaving his lips.

peter relaxed against you, his head falling against your chest. you laughed softly as his curls tickled your skin. “fuck.” you breathed.

“yeah, fuck.” he grinned.

the two of you laughed, holding each other tightly. the room was soon filled with silence once more. it was comfortable. as always.

“yknow..the world record for the most female orgasms is one hundred and thirty four in one hour. i bet we can beat that.” peter winked.

the room was silent.

a loud cackle was heard from below him, which is where you were laying.

“why the fuck do you know that?”

@xozombiee2022

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker is the loml #i love peter parker #peter parker is a little shit #this is a cry for help #i love men #smut mention #mcu x y/n #xozombiee

[serxinns]

Teachers Kid pt 2: Meeting the class

Requested by @tell-me-whyyyy-am-i-here

"Ua high.." you thought to yourself while standing in silence staring in wonder at the gate it was so much larger than on TV you kept staring blankly until your dad snapped you out of your thoughts "So are you just gonna keep standing there or are we gonna go in" he teased you did a playful glare at him he chuckled in Respond the two of you want to the gates at the entrance were waiting for a small mouse it had a big scar on his left eye wearing a suit smiling warmly and there was

"Greetings y/n l/n and welcome Ua" He held out his hand as you both shaked "I heard lots of things about you I'm sure you're gonna like it here and your classmates I heard they're eager to meet you" Nezu excitingly said

You smiled excited to be here Aizawa forming a small smile under his scarves glad that the 2 of you were getting along,

You arrived at the classroom you heard a mix of yelling chattering and talking when Aizawa and Nezu walked in 1st everyone stopped what they were doing and it became quiet "Class I would like your attention please we have a new student you'd like to meet" Aziawa motioned you to come here you took a deep breath and walked up to him and Aizawa placed his hand on your shoulder "Class this is y/n Aizawa my child"

"Hi everyone" you lazily smiled brightly waving some of the classmates were blushing most were smiling and waving back "My dad would tell me everything about you all lemme guess your izuku correct?" you pointed at the green haired freckled boy who blushed madly they noticed him?! "y-Yea that's me!" "And your jirou am I correct?" jirou was surprise and blushed as well "Uh yeah nice to meet you" your father was getting a little jealous "Well before they sat down do you have any questions you have 5 mi-"

"do you have sensei's quirk? Or your moms quirk or your dads quirk or both "

"where did you get your good looks from 😏"

"how did you survive being raised by him?!"

"is he your mean grandfather?"

As you were getting bombarded by a bunch of questions by your classmates trying to answer one by one your dad was getting jealous and also mad at the old Questions he doesn't look that old right? (yes yes you do) "Alright class I think you asked enough questions kid go to your seat by the red haired kid right there" Kirishima exictidely raised his hand to signal where you were while the rest of them whined a bit wanting to sit right next to you

At hero training, you were doing stretches and getting ready for the sparing you tsuyu was gonna be ur training partner the two of you were having it out tsuyu managed to get a few hits on you but you were able to tackle and pin her down with ease

"sorry if I went to hard on you" you handed her your extra water bottle tsuyu and started at you what felt like forever admiring you beauty even if you were sweaty she snapped out of her thoughts and took the water bottle "T-Thank you *Kero*" "hey you're that frog girl tsuyu right? Ur quirk is so cool!" tsuyu was literally turning red you were so cute and you called her coll you were gonna kill her before the heat did the two of you began to talk about your favorite interest and hobbies etc the more you and her talked the more interested and obsessed tsuyu became wanting to know you more and more

At lunch, you were walking around to see if there was an empty seat nearby but a bit with a blackbird head motioned you to come sit with them "Wow thanks! You must be tokoyami, Shoji am I right?" the boy was shocked but nodded "Yes I am and this is Dark shadow" a bird-like shadow emerge from behind his back giving you a friendly wave "Heyo! Woah is that the teacher's kid you've been blushing about?" Tokoyami blushed telling Dark Shadow to shut it you chuckled

After that day forwards you met and formed a bond with each of your classmates and some teachers

Kirishima was your hype man he tries to act so tough and cool around you but inside he's a lovesick puppy who always admires you blushing when you're near he always encourages you to follow your dreams he even kept anyting you drop to be pit in his collection

Momo loves to spoil you even without mountains of expensive gifts she always wants to take you out somewhere weather be the mall or somewhere you like it doesn't matter she just wants to be the two of you and if anyone tries to join as well she'll decline at 1st but if you want them too then it's ok just don't expect her to be moody the whole time

Bakugo always tries to tease you and mess with you cause he doesn't know how to show positive feelings toward people so he often messes with you or insults you but not too hard as the other and if anyone even agrees with his insult then he'll threaten them to fuck of the always force you to sit near him whenever your hanging out with the bakusquad saying he doesn't want you to catch his group's "dumbass behavior"

Mina is always clinging onto you wanting to do various activities together whether be nail painting or gossiping she wants to do those with you she's kinda of okay with other class 1a girls wanting to join as well that means she could show off how your hers! (which the girls don't like) if your spending too much time with other students not in the class she'll try to make some excuse like she doesn't know this while pulling you away while glaring at the person

Tokoyami and you get along pretty well due to your laid back and calm deamor so the two of you would occasionally hang out at quiet places sometime will invite shoji as well and of 3 of you would either read book, talk about your interest, or study, tokoyami always have a habit of staring at you while your focusing on something your calm relax expression makes him blush

Sero and you would joke often be laid back and asking dumbass questions to each other while giggling at each other Sero may be a laid back prob the most normal but on the inside dude is possessive, obsessive, and clingy he always wants you to cuddle up onto him and would use the "eh it's fine friends do that" and once you're laying on a chest without a caring dude is just blushing breathing heavily thinking fantasizing all the things he can do to you not caring about the game but if you notice he gets a little too weird he apologies repeatedly embarrassed of himself

Heck even The principal likes you whenever you walk by him he always gives you a warm smile and a gentle wave always hugging you and whenever Aizawa talks about your achievements even if it was small he'll still give you little gifts of his own and praise you for your hard work he would invite you to eat with him in the teachers lougue and the other teachers never question it he even has a photo frame of you which says "Favorite child" he always stares at it so proudly

The present mic would be like a fun uncle making the two of you tease or prank your father one time the two of you swapped his hero suit with a cat onesie, the two of you spammed cat memes and gay memes on his phone endlessly, but the mic is always affection always giving you big hugs if you ever feel sad he's your therapist and tries to cheer you up and if anyone in the school hurts your feelings let's say they're gonna have stacks of homework and a harsh lecture until their ears bleed

The classmates would always argue about who will spend time with who turning it into a whole war war while you just laid back watching it your father would come in and punish them all they whined cause they failed but don't worry they'll impress their darling one day and and your gonna be theirs only theirs

Bonus:

While the class was fighting you ran away to sit and eat lunch with nezu which he was very happy

Taglist: @tell-me-whyyyy-am-i-here @stickystarfishmoon

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #Yandere nezu #yandere aizawa #yandere present mic #yandere dad

[probablyhuntersmom]

Thinking out loud...I'm both relieved that Hunter wasn't singled out by The Collector to go through these horrors...yet ofc curious what it may've looked like.

Nonetheless, his mind would be unleashing nightmares upon him even after Belos's death.

C-PTSD nightmares seem to have three flavours (going off my own experience..this isn't textbook or researched, as a disclaimer).

There are two kinds that have the theme of immediate danger.

First is the type where you yourself are being physically threatened. I don't want to choose the more graphic violent ones for this post but an example I can cite is being arrested and thrown into prison. Those got me on pretty high alert and idk, it was like this I guess:

Second would be the ones where you can't save someone else. Those hurt and yes, they pack a nasty punch. I've only had this type once as far as I can remember. But poor Hunter would have it worse since Belos could literally puppet him to be the one to harm the best friend he loved most:

The relational ones, though? That involve being blamed and/or abandoned, with no physical threats? Those are where you are in touch with the shame, which in a way makes it the worst of all three in my opinion. Because the deep sense of shame is the aspect of the condition which you can't reason your way out of using impersonal logic...in the way that you can e.g. come up with an escape plan or hold off an assailant.

The most memorable one was being in a dark room, almost entirely pitch black, seeing my 5 or 6-year-old self looking at me like this:

and because you just know stuff in dreams, I knew she was demanding an answer from me, as to why I wasn't there for her to protect her.

And holy smokes this was freakier than the first two categories. Because I had no adrenaline in my system, and somehow this third kind of dream always takes place in narrow spaces where I can't sprint and run elsewhere. Brainnnn, whyyyy?? Therefore I couldn't even give myself an adrenaline rush from fleeing anyway if I wanted to. (Idk if anyone else experiences this?) The first two kinds always took place in wide spaces e.g. underground parking lots and forests.

A similar nightmare involved an abusive family member whom I was trapped on a small boat with, and I had to listen to him demean and minimize me all over again while I was stuck, and I somehow didn't make myself just jump off the boat to swim away.

This type of nightmare is the one that can get me upset for hours after I wake from them, while with the others I get out of the shock a lot quicker for some reason.

For Hunter...it would involve Belos, other Grimwalkers, his friends and others such as those he previously worked with in the Castle, blaming him and judging him in his nightmares. Worst is if Flapjack does the same to him and rejects him. And I apologize for this angsty train ride but...but...he might see those poor lost palismen all over again, since it points towards the profession we see him thriving in, during the epilogue sequence...:

*drags this lost child to therapy sessions*

So yeah. The first two kinds are a more straightforward fit with how C-PTSD changes a person's neural networks and primes them to act relatively calmly in actual physical crises. The high price paid is, the person therefore struggles once things become safer (e.g. arguing with someone who is actually a safe presence), in some twisted unfair form of compensation. This is seen in how Hunter's triggers properly emerge once he's actually physically distanced from Belos: Labyrinth Runners and For the Future are the main examples.

It is painful and difficult, only becoming easier once the person has built a solid support network and can repair their own relationship with themselves.

In fact, my body sometimes feels as though I strangely want such a thrill e.g. riding in an ambulance all over again, a re-enactment of those times of high alert, because they are still more 'comfortable': rather than having no choice but to experience and accept that ingrained sense of shame, process it, and ride the wave instead of simply throwing a punch at it or evading it. Wanting that thrill is our equivalent of wanting a "fix", I guess.

Safe to say, this is why the canon Watching and Dreaming moments that hit hardest are the (false) blaming statements that Luz's friends direct at her. Because the ultimate test is whether the dreamer believes those or not.

#toh hunter #hunter's cptsd #the owl house #okay to reblog. I was just rambling #get the boi all the hot cocoa

[altocat]

One day Sephiroth is lurking around his old living space in R&D and he stumbles across Hojo’s office. Out of curiosity he begins to rummage through the desk drawers and finds a small photograph.

It’s of Professor Gast and Hojo in their earlier days. Sephiroth smiles at the sight of Gast and grimaces at Hojo. But that’s not all. This time, something stands out about younger Hojo. Sephiroth feels a drum in his throat.

He snatches the photo and leaves, returning to his private quarters. He rushes to the mirror in his bathroom and folds the photo to show only Hojo’s face. He raises it next to his own face in the mirror, his eyes darting back and forth between his reflection and the photo. He stops breathing and quits the exercise.

But he can’t resist.

The next day he returns with a pair of round spectacles and ties his hair back, with his bangs framing his face.

He holds the picture up alongside his reflection again and is startled backwards. His breathing accelerates, his heart pounds, his eyes water. He doesn’t know why.

He is panicking.

In a cold sweat, he tears up the photo and breaks the spectacles, letting his hair loose.

He doesn’t remember falling into a corner of his room, or when the banging that assaults his door several hours later started. He finally shakes off his stupor and gets up, opening the door. He freezes like a deer in headlights.

Hojo stands there expectantly, miffed at Sephiroth’s failure to appear for a lab appointment. He huffs at Sephiroth’s petrified expression and only says,

“What’s the matter, boy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He doesn’t know that Sephiroth saw something much worse.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Anon WHYYYY 💀💀💀

I think Sephiroth had to have guessed at some point in his life. Maybe that's partially why he snapped the way he did--knowing that his own father was responsible for so many different layers of pain in his life.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #crisis core #sephiroth #hojo

[cordial-imputresco]

One of the most aggravating things in the chonny jash fandom is the feminization and infantilization of heart. If you're my mutual or if we talk a lot you already know where I stand about this but I just need to talk about this with a wider audience before I go insane. Also thanks for 50 followers I promise I'll draw more when I'm not halfway across the globe.

First off, there's no fucking reason to infantilize heart. Genuinely. I think in the album he's only treated like a child when mind called him a boy and a kid. There's no other "proof" other than when MIND LIES ABOUT HEART, and still people write heart like this insolent little kid who cannot do anything for himself.

And, I don't know if these two things are truly related, but as someone who's physically disabled it grinds a particular gear when people make the canon disabled character (anyone who thinks otherwise literally. Why do u want to take rep away from disabled people SOO BADLY) act like a child. I understand it's probably not that for some people but again, why is it so hard to imagine a disabled person who can stick up for themselves?? Heart might rely on soul or mind for certain things since he's blind but he's also his own person. Blindness effects everyone differently but one thing any physically disabled person is sick of it's infantilization and this is still true for fictional characters as well. It's genuinely never okay no matter the context.

Heart is emotionally mature. I'm sorry he is, Heart isn't a 12 year old and Heart has delt with the brunt of the body's emotions for his entire existence. He thinks logically and genuinely makes good points which are rooted in truth while mind makes outrageous claims, constantly makes heart seem like the lesser one and is genuinely so emotionally immature that it's insane. The moment he's given control over their emotions he kinda loses his shit and cannot handle it (the end line of tha and the two songs between THA and TME prove this) and yet people think heart is worse with emotions. Be so honest and give me proof of this other than when he was CONDEMNED TO APATHY.

And if u want proof for that PLEASE just listen to the bidding. Or TSE. Or literally any song that isn't about heart wanting to end his life. He sticks up for himself and specifically he talks back to mind which some fic authors genuinely just forget about?? And I get it write characters how you want to but god am I tired of seeing heart and mind argue and heart could just be replaced with a doll who says the same 3 things. "That's not true :((" "you do that too :(((" and "*sniffle* ur wrong >:((" WHYYYY ARE YOU SO INSISTENT ON MAKING HEART DEPENDENT ON OTHERS THAT HE CANNOT EVEN TALK BACK TO MIND OR SOUL. Heart harbored anger and hate but it seems like some people ignore that and just place him into this box EXACTLY LIKE MIND DID. Why did the mind gaslighting work on you /ref .

Also, since heart is "the emotional side" people lovee to make him feminine and small and it's so upsetting. First off, this idea that emotions r feminine pisses me off because it's just regurgitating misogyny and I'm sick of pretending like it's not. People fucking. Yaoi-ify (only word I can think of right now sorry) heart and mind by making mind this trad masc tall guy with a strong jaw while heart has a softer jawline and is usually smaller. It's so aggravating to me that fanon heart is this soft boi with no genuine fight to him while canonically we have SEEN HIM TALK BACK AND BE MEAN TO MIND??? I get this fandom has a lot of teenagers in it but holy shit can people not do the same shit we were doing 8 fucking years ago with tomtord.

And just one last thing, stop trying to aggressively masculinize mind just because he's emotionally immature and has a deep voice. He's not this intellectual genius debater who is dishing facts towards heart and the few things he does say that are true he says alongside actual lies about heart. Write what you want and draw what you want but please understand the irl implications of your works and understand what type of ideas are you peddling by doing what you're doing.

TLDR: stop being fucking weird about heart and treat him like a grown ass man. He's not a child.

#rant #this is all /srs #please block me if you gen write heart like this #cw caps #chonny jash #cccc #cj heart

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i am kissing ur brain so gently i literally just woke up but i saw the bi!toji post ……… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 REAL & CANON BTW but for some reason the first thought that popped into my head was. uni au….. janitor!toji/professor!reader…………….. hear me out.

toji who just stopped working as an assassin and is trying to get his life together, who just happened to land a job as a janitor at a prestigious university that he takes fairly seriously…. (i just knowww he hates littering students with every fibre of his being. catches them in the act and reaches for his gun out of old habit LMAO) and there’s this nerdy little professor who always arrives at the uni first thing in the morning, without fail, and always gives toji a cheery little greeting when he does. wearing his cozy sweaters and vests and scarves and smiling all bright and sleepy. and for some reason he almost always takes his coffee breaks conveniently close to wherever toji is cleaning… so they can chat a bit….. even though toji usually just listens and grunts every now and then.

and at first toji feels kinda Threatened by this pretty boy bc ???? whyyyy is he interrupting my precious cleaning time. is he trying to supervise me? show off his fancy degrees??? …. reader has the fattest crush on him but toji genuinely doesn’t realize bc he’s wired to always mistrust others :// meanwhile reader is watching him clean internally going what the fuck what the fuckkk why is he wearing a compression shirt it’s literally fucking freezing??? is he teasing me???? does he know?????? they’re both losers actually. big romcom vibes

BUT YEAH i just picture professor!reader being a sleepy but cheery little guy….. who loves loves loves teaching and talking about his subject of choice and toji starts to really enjoy their talks bc reader’s eyes shine soooo brightly when he’s chattering away… all excited and gleaming….. and toji kinda hates teachers but he decides to make an exception this once. maybe starts to initiate conversations of his own every now and then… who knows…………….

OK THAT’S ALL PDHJDDHJF 😭😭 this came to me in a vision and ofc i had to share…. imagine me at a board meeting pointing at my little graphs and powerpoints while u sit in a big ceo chair overlooking the city… pondering janitor!toji and the future of this company…... mickey ur posts genuinely make me fully insane i hope u know that. bi!toji is real and loves you specifically btw <333333 I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY MWAH :3

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I NEED TO KISS U RN!!!

LIKE THIS ISN'T OKAY BY ANY MEANS HOW DID YOU COOK THIS UP AND WHY IS IT LITERALLY PERFECT AND ALSO HOW IS IT SO IN LINE WITH WHAT I HAD IN MY HEAD?????????????? HOW???????

OKAY FIRST OF ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PROFESSOR!READER KIND OF BEING LIKE TAKEDA FROM HAIKYUUUU??????????????? LIKE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY HOW HE POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING HIM LIKE THAT I ALS OCAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS LOCK BC I'M GENUINELY SO INVESTED IN THIS FUCKING AU IT'S INSANE

but yeah he's always wearing the comfiest fits just like u said - sweaters, vests, a button-up shirt and a colorful tie sometimes (he was super nervous about wearing the tie at first bc he thought he'd look stupid but he got over it and now he has a rule of wearing a tie at least once a week)(canon). when it's cold he's wearing an oversized coat and an equally big scarf and toji thinks it's very cute i mean what who said that.

another thing just popped into my head when u called him a sleepy guy..... what if it's already like afternoon and all of the students are gone and the professor was supposed to be grading their papers or smth but when toji happens to walk by his class he's just sleeping on the table............... PLSSSS I THINK IT'S SO CUTEE i can see it so clearly in my head the professor's glasses are really weirdly on his face and his mouth is open with a bit of drool spilling out lmao and at first toji just shakes his head like damn this guy is stupid but then he realizes that he's smiling? that his own lips just curved into a small smile all on their own and he's kinda freaked out about it and leaves really fast hasgahsaghshgagsha HE'S A LITTLE AWKWARD SOMETIMES OKAY even big scary teddy bears have their little love moments yk

my immediate thought was that toji would actually be the one to develop the crush first btw................ and he'd be a little like ???? maybe this is his first real male crush? and the reader is just kind of oblivious to it like he thinks that yk toji seems like the straighest guy on the first glance lmao and he thinks that he doesn't have a chance but hehehehehe he's very wrong IDK WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT i wanna know

DON'T GET ME WRONG THOUGH I DO REALLYREALLY LIKE the reader kind of thirsting over him hihihihihi he's so real for that AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF TOJI EVENTUALLY STARTING MORE CONVOS!!!!!! FUCK OFFF HE'S SOO SWEET AAAAAAAAA i love him so much have i said that already

who do you think would take the step to go further though? IN YOUR SCENARIO I MEAN it would obviously take time. a lot of it. bc toji is well... like he is and the professor is nervous and he's kind of afraid to overstep even though he likes him sooooo much... okay i kinda feel like toji would....... and it almost makes the poor professor have a heart attack bc WHAT? hihihihiihi stoppppppppppppp i can see them both in my head soooo clearly and i'm so fucking in love with them they're so cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also got this idea of the professor breaking smth in his class idk like he sits on the chair and one of the legs breaks or smth lmao and he goes on a lookout for smth to fix it with (??????) and he finds toji!!!! and he comes to his rescue, teasing the professor a little bc how the hell did he break the chair you know. and maybe he professor blushes a little..................... IT'S TOJI C'MON EVERYBODY WOULD BLUSH A LITTTLE and then maybe the professor brings him a pastry or something the next day as a thank you and now it's toji who's..... cheeks are looking a little pink?????? and he's grumbling that it's my job. no need to thank me. but the professor just dismissed that immediately and just presses the pastry into his hands and waves him goodbye with a smile. AAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'TTTT I'M SMILING SO BIG RN MY CHEEKS HURT WHAT IN THE FUCK THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ARI. MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL. CAN I USE THIS IN THE DRABBLE I STARTED? LIKE I'M GONNA LINK THIS IN THERE TOO. i just started the drabble based on one of the asks i got - toji just smiling while he's listening to his little bf ramble about his day but i'd love to sprinkle this in there. like maybe he taught a class on smth he really likes so he's just so excited about it. excited that the students were loving the topic or whatever. BUT I DO NEED YOUR PERMISSIONN!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME YOU ALWAYS DO I'M SOOOO GRATEFUL FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU<33333 i can't believe you just cooked it up are you actually gordon ramsay btw? i know you are don't lie to me ari. BI!TOJI LOVES US BOTH THAT'S WHY HIS TITS ARE SO BIG HE'S STORING HIS LOVE FOR US IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A REALLY REALLLY GOOD DAY MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH<333333333

#WAIT ALSO HAHAHAHAHHA HE WOULD 10000000% HATE WHEN THE KIDS THROW TRASH ON THE GROUND #100000000000000% IT MAKES HIM SO ANGRY LMAO #SO FUNNY #yk the scene where his boat loses when he's talking with shiu and he does the little “tch!” hihhihihhi #this is what he's doing every time he sees somebody throw smth on the ground #PLSSSSSSSS IF U HAVE MORE THOUGHTS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TELL ME #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #this au feels very close to my heart #makes me feel very warm #very important #sighhhhhhhhhhh #thank u #love u #ari <3 #mickey can't stop thinking #toji #friends!!

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Shopping (But Spicy)

A/n: sorry I’ve been so inactive lately :(( I have some friends that have been helping me (encouraging me) to write more again and I think it’s working. Hopefully with the end of the summer nearing I’ll be able to put out more content! In the meantime, enjoy, share with your friends and Lmk if you want to be added to my taglist!

Summary: You make Yelena go bra shopping but it turns into something much more fun.

Warnings: smut!, 18+, fingering, eating out, public sex

Word count: 1755

Taglist: @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @3xbyrn320 @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @wandanatvoid @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick

“Yelena…come on. You need at least one bra that doesn’t have a sports logo on it.”

“But whyyyy, they’re so comfy and the other ones are so uncomfy plus the stupid wire is always stabbing me, if I wanted to be stabbed I would just go spar with the greasy one, whats his name?”

“Loki?”

“Yes! Him. I would spar with him.” Yelena says with a not so amused face as she stares you down.

“Yel…c’mon…it’ll be fun I promise. Plus you’d look sooooo good in lingerie…” You reply with a cheeky grin.

“LINGERIE?” Yelena blurts back in response. “I agreed to one bra, not lingerie.”

“SO YOU AGREE! GERAT!” You say with a huge smile grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards the garage where Tony keeps all his expensive cars that you like to drive.

“How about we just go to one of those fancy stores you like and I’ll buy you anything and everything you want…but we don’t go to the underwear store.” Yelena says from the passenger’s seat.

You roll your eyes and chuckle as she’s looking at you with the most serious expression on her face.

“Lena, relax, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know I just don’t want to do this.”

“I’m here with you, you’ll be okay.”

The two of you pull up to the mall and head inside. You’re practically dragging her through the mall like she’s a four year old.

“Hi! Welcome to Victoria’s Secret! Is there anything I can help you two with today?” An overly eager employee asks.

“No we’re go—“

“Actually yes!”

“My girlfriend here needs a real bra and she’s never been sized before.” You say with a smile and a wink thrown in Yelena’s direction.

“Not to worry! May I?” She asks, holding up a measuring tape in her direction.

Yel nods uncomfortably as the pretty retail worker wraps her arms around her, bringing the measuring tape to her front as she glares over the woman’s shoulder giving you dirty looks for putting her through this.

“Okay…it looks like you are about a 34B, follow me and I can show you where you can start!”

You hook your arm around Yelena’s as you pull her towards the direction the lady was walking.

“Alrighty, here we are. Take a look around and please let me know if I can help you with anything else!”

“Thanks so much!” You reply.

As you turn back and look at your girlfriend she’s giving you the nastiest stare down.

“What?”

“I hate you a little bit right now.”

“Yeah right, you don’t have a bone in your body that could hate me.” You reply with a cheeky grin and a kiss on the cheek.

“How about these?” You ask, holding up two bras, plain black and plain beige.

Yel gives you a disapproving face when she glances over.

“Lena, you’re not making this easy now are you. Look, take these, go to the change room and try them on.”

“I have to try them on? What was the whole point of her taking my measurements if I still have to try them on?”

You just stare at your girlfriend as you lightly push her in the direction of the change rooms which she drags her feet walking towards.

“How do they feel Lena?”

“My boobs look stupid.”

You let out a small chuckle, “i'm sure they look great, love. But remember, this is just so you have proper support!! I don’t want to hear about how your back hurts anymore.”

“Yeah yeah whatever.”

“I’ll be right back. Make sure you try on both!”

You pop out of the change room area for a second to the lingerie section and scoop up the first thing that sticks out to you. Black has always been her colour, she’s going to love this.

“Knock knock Lena, can I come in?” You say slowly pulling the curtain to the side.

You walk in and close the curtain behind you, pulling the black one piece lingerie from behind your back.

“No. Absolutely not.” She says. “Y/n, come on. I’m not putting on that thing, whatever it is.”

“Please baby? Just for me? Just this once?” You reply with the puppy dog eyes.

“No, no way!”

“I’ll take you out for ice cream if you try it on. You don’t have to buy it, I just want to see it on you.”

“Fine, but i'm getting a double scoop cone.” She says with a huff as she pulls the hook out of your hands.

“Look away”

“W-what? It’s not like it’s nothing I haven’t seen before Yelena.” You say folding your arms.

“Turn.”

“Ugh, fine.”

You turn around with an eye roll as Yelena undresses again.

“Ready yet?”

“Almost, this thing isn’t easy to put on you know!”

“Okay done.”

You turn around to see your drop dead gorgeous girlfriend in the hottest and sluttiest piece of attire she’s ever worn.

“Fuck— Lena.”

“Great, you’ve seen it, now let’s go.” She says trying to pull one of the straps.

“Wait— stop.”

“What! I put the stupid thing on what more do you want.” She says in an irritated tone.

You were too busy trying to pick your jaw up off the floor to answer her. You slowly start walking towards her while butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“Y/n what are you—“ you cut her off with a forceful kiss to her lips, pushing her against the wall behind her.

Although she wasn’t pleased with what she was wearing, Yelena leaned into this kiss, and maybe wouldn’t verbally admit to you but fuck did she start to feel hot.

As you continued to kiss her your hands came down to just above her waist, squeezing her, pulling her tightly against you. Your hand slowly inched down, grabbing her ass as she bit your bottom lip. As you come up for air you mutter out a few words, something along the lines of “fuck you’re so hot in this” and “all I want is you” but Yelena could barely make out what you were saying as you said it in short breaths in between kisses. Your mouth starts sucking small patches on her neck as she lets out really quiet moans and squirms beneath your touch. As your mouth continues to leave little bruises along her neck, your one hand wanders over to her front, feeling the mess she made in the one piece. You’re rubbing small circles over the very thin cloth, feeling just how soaked she is through the material. You smile into your kiss as you feel her cheeks blush with slight embarrassment.

“Is this all for me baby?” You whisper under your breath. She nods in response as you slowly pull the fabric slightly to the side revealing her throbbing clit underneath. Your finger starts to draw tiny circles causing Yelena’s knees to just about buckle under your touch. Her head gets thrown back against the wall in pure ecstasy.

“F-f-f-fuck.” She mumbles out

You can’t help but smile seeing how she’s unraveling because of your touch. So, you decided to slowly insert on finger into her pussy. Holy fuck was she wet. As soon as your full finger entered her, you heard her let out a moan that was maybe a little too loud. Your other hand immediately came up to her mouth to cover it.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?” You whisper to her.

Yelena just nods her head in compliance as your hand stays over her mouth. Your finger starts pumping in and out of her and her eyes are practically rolling back into her head. You insert another finger as you watch her squirm.

“How’s everything going in there?” You hear from outside the curtain. Yelena’s eyes widen as they lock with yours and you slowly remove your hand from her mouth. You wink at her and nod your head towards the curtain, gesturing for her to respond. But as she’s about to you increase the pace that your fingers are moving at, inserting a third, making her life as difficult as possible.

“They’re all good!” She croaks out trying to not let a moan slip through.

“Ok! Let me know if I can get you another size or anything!”

“O-okay! Will do!” Lena responds.

You hear the footsteps of the employee walking away as you continue your face pace, pounding your fingers into her pussy.

“Baby— I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Not yet princess.” You mutter as you pull all three of your fingers out of her pussy.

You get down on your knees, lifting one of her legs and placing it on the stool in the dressing room. Your tongue starts drawing figure eights on her pussy, making her let out soft moans as you slowly reinsert two of your fingers. You suck on her clit as your fingers pound in and out of her. The pace of your tongue movements increases as you feel her legs start to shake from under you and her hands are running through your hair trying to grip onto anything. As she pulls your hair tighter, you can feel her nearing her climax.

“Fuck— y/n can I please— can I please cum?” She grunts out.

You look up at her and nod your head as your tongue continues to flick her clit and fingers pumping as fast as they can. You feel Yelena’s knees buckle as you grab onto her thigh trying to support her with one hand and also let her ride out her high on your face. Her head is thrown back trying not to let out an incredibly loud moan. As her hip thrusts into your mouth slow down you pull out your fingers and smile looking up at her.

“Well, looks like we have to take this home now love, you made a mess of it.” You say with a wink gesturing towards the one piece.

Still trying to compose herself Yelena just stares at you and lets out a small giggle.

“There’s that beautiful smile I’ve been waiting to see.” You say as you deliver a soft kiss to her lips.

“Tell me love, do you like tasting yourself on my lips?”

She smiles and nods in your direction still feeling high off her orgasm.

“Get dressed beautiful, I’ll meet you at the checkout.” You say with a wink and a small smack on her ass as you leave the change room.

— the end —

#mcu #marvel #yelena belova #florence pugh #florence pugh fanfic #yelena belova fanfiction #florence pugh smut #cooking with flo #florence pugh x reader #black widow

[ghostboy-art]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

By: Queen

anytime i refer to them as gay I mean that with our silly human terms. obviously. an angel and a demon dont apply to our silly little terms.

im so gay :>

this is filled with typos and ramblings. i wrote this at 2:00am. apologies.

this is a surface level rant on my part. honestly if i had the time and research skills id look up the context of why this was written and how its been used in media up till this point. honestly i might. either way its fairly surface level.

This song is heard when Crowley is going back to Aziraphale in season 2 after he found out about the book of life erasing thing. After listening to this song I have to say. THIS IS AMAZING. obviously the song is good its queen.

Crowley's songs are always queen songs and given the title and given Aziraphales regular dress and general pop culture knowledge i think we know who the “good old fashioned lover boy” is.

This is obviously a romance song but similarly to “A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.” the lyrics fit their relationship so nicely!!! (as well as being an absolute bop. LISTEN TO THIS GODDAMN SONG. i like the part at 1:44. so cheery!!!)(also this is why Neil Gaimen is AWESOME such small details in the fucking SONG a fucking BENTLEY plays.)(its like 1:09am and im still up after not getting sleep last night and prob none today so ima go on tangents like this hehe)

“Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely

I will pay the bill, you taste the wine

Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely

Just take me back to yours, that will be fine

Come on and get it”

like come on man. “Dining at the Ritz” its Aziracrows THING. their whole routine is dine at the ritz, Aziraphale eats and crowley drinks copious amounts of alcohol, Crowley is always seen paying the bill (or doing something of the sort), they drive in a cool fucking bentley (with a James Bond bullet hole window screen insert), and they go back to Aziraphales bookshop. and the “that'd be fine” matches Aziraphales general attitude when inviting Crowley back to his place in the 1st season and in older flashbacks. Now thats the most obvious. there are many other examples of lyrics that very conveniently match to them.

“Say the word, your wish is my command”

throughout history when Aziraphale and Crowley met up they did favors. whether it be making Hamlet successful, performing magic on the west end stage, getting holy water (“You go too fast for me Crowley.”YOU MF AZIRAPHALE WHYYYY) or magicing away some paint on a very old well kept jacket. they always do things like this for each other. focusing solely on Crowley's perspective he, throughout history, has always been the one to accept Aziraphales requests with little to no complaints. (until Armageddon i suppose)

even in season 2 he lets Aziraphale use his bentley. Although there is some bickering there, he still lets it happen. He doesn't sell books while Aziraphale is away and he even carries them around (the sleeve garters are a whole other thing in this scene)

now realistically the “good old fashioned lover boy” is, im sure, referring to both of them. also the song just feels gay. just listen to it. its gay. i swear.

Now. not saying it matches perfectly. obviously it doesn't but even the GO fandom links the two pieces of media on occasion(see second link). they are inexplicably connected, whether its false pattern recognition (i have currently forgotten the proper term for that. T-T) or intended by mr gaiman i think its so intriguing that the songs picked to play fit so nicely into the deeper narrative. this. is good media

“Write my letter, feel much better

I'll use my fancy patter on the telephone”

Essentially means smooth talking on the phone. Which you have to admit Crowley does to Aziraphale quite often. And Aziraphale writes letters. honestly its cute. specially im thinking of season 1 when Aziraphale is writing a note to Crowley while they are on the phone. its later in the season in the last ditch rush to stop the antichrist.

I used the bit of lyrics that fit them the best in the beginning of the rant. and time for my least convincing point. the vibe just fits them so well. the slightly old school beat with simple romantic lyrics. Its not anything overtly sexual. just the simplicities of romance. IT FUCKING FITTSSS!!!!

There is so much more but i dont want to make this 10000000000000000000 paragraphs long and i have other good omens stuff i want to rant about:>

just my opinion on a silly song that appears for like a minute in the show!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #queen #i am not okay #bad at tags #ineffable idiots #these two are going to be the death of me #it did this and got 2 days in a row with no sleep #this show is so good #song analysis #media analysis? #essay rant thing #i might be reading too much into it #but as a fandom that is what we tend to do #i suppose #Youtube

[fayes-fics]

Moments: Family Dinner

Moments masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Baby Thomas says his first word.

Moments Moodboard by: @margowritesthings

Warnings: none… domestic fluff.

Word Count: 0.8k

Author’s Note: Unbetaed. Just a little domestic scene for Moments that wouldn’t leave my brain until I wrote it down. More Benedict being a total girl dad for @iboopedyournose. I hope you all enjoy this lil NYD fluffy drabble, to counterbalance the filth I posted yesterday lol <3

“Bleurghhh, what is that?” Amelia shudders, looking over at Thomas’ food as he sits perched in his little wooden high chair, feeding more of his face than his mouth but proudly brandishing his spoon unaided just before his first birthday.

“It’s stewed apples,” you respond, “perfectly tasty; you love apples, Amelia.”

“Not apple soup,” she responds, pulling a nauseated face.

“Eat your chicken, please,” Benedict soothes.

“I don’t like it anymore,” she opines dramatically, crossing her little arms and frowning so hard her whole face scrunches up.

“Yes, you do,” he laughs, “you were just eating it.”

“Well, I changed my mind,” she sniffs and pushes away her plate. “May I get down and play?”

“No love, you have to wait until we are all finished,” you reply calmly.

“Whyyyy,” she whines petulantly, pouting in rather an epic way. If James is your artist and Isobel is your lawyer, Amelia is most certainly your actress, prone to dramatic outbursts.

“Appdebaba!!!!” Thomas chatters happily, waving his spoon at Amelia, flicking tiny flecks of apple in the general vicinity.

Amelia’s little pout cracks, and she can’t help the giggle that erupts at Thomas’ antics.

“See, my heart, even your baby brother knows polite table manners,” Benedict points out.

“Daddy, I don’t want more dinner. Can I sit on your lap, please?” She wheedles, already sidling over and clambering into his lap. He will never say no to his babies, and she knows it.

“Just this once,” he sighs, knowing he is lying to himself.

“Why can’t I sit in your lap, daddy?” Isobel pipes up. “I’ve been a good girl and finished all of my dinner,” she adds, pointedly holding up her plate to prove her case.

“Fine,” he capitulates, knowing he will have no peace this dinnertime. Amelia perches on his left leg as Isobel climbs up onto his right. You huff, bemused, as you watch your husband holding both his daughters, unable to finish his meal but looking happier than ever.

“James, what are you reading?” you address your eleven-year-old son, who is now engrossed in a book; he is ignoring everyone.

“The Swiss Family Robinson,” he responds. “It’s an amazing adventure story.”

“That’s wonderful, but it is rather impolite to read at the dinner table, my dear,” you denote diplomatically.

“I have finished my dinner, but, as you said, we have to wait for everyone else to be done; I thought it more polite to read quietly than complain like Amelia,” he replies airily, frowning at his younger sister.

She sticks her tongue out at him, and you watch James pull the exact meh-meh-meh mocking face you have seen Benedict aim at Anthony on many occasions. The resemblance is sometimes frightening.

“Estiplifffff,” Thomas adds, spit-bubbling apple all over his face but grinning triumphantly.

You sigh. “I recall a time when I could have dinner peacefully without sudden chicken hating, apple splattered everywhere, and book reading,” you say pointedly, but to no one in particular.

“Yes, but mummy, wasn’t that time so very boring?” Your tiny lawyer argues from her father’s lap.

Benedict chuckles.

“Isobel has a point, my love,” he replies mildly.

You look around the dinner table at the five beautiful faces that are your whole world. She’s right. As she usually is.

“Mama-mama,” Thomas babbles, looking directly at you.

“Did he just…?” you gasp, clutching your hand over your heart.

“I think he did,” Benedict agrees, a huge smile breaking out on his face.

“Oh, my darling Thomas!” You exclaim and grab him from his high chair, cuddling him tight, uncaring of all the apple mess being mashed into your dress. “Yes! I am your mama!”

“Mama mama mmm,” he chatters again, with a four-toothed grin, wiping his apple-y hands on your cheeks for good measure.

In an ebullient mood, you twirl around with Thomas in your arms until you are behind your husband, both daughters still in his lap.

“You are right, Isobel,” you smile at your eldest daughter over Benedict’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t change this for the world.”

Apropos of nothing, except perhaps feeling left out, James leaves his seat and comes to hug you as you stand behind Benedict. He’s so tall now that he is up to your shoulder, but you happily wrap your spare arm around him as he curls into you, and you kiss his hair.

And there you stand for a few moments of bliss amongst the chaos, James and Thomas in your arms, Isobel and Amelia in Benedict’s.

Benedict tilts back over his chair with a grin, and you can’t help but lean over and land a kiss upside down on his lips.

The beautiful moment is broken by the chorus of disapproving noises from your three oldest children at their parents' display of affection, and you giggle against each other’s lips.

“Umm a nooooo,” Thomas even opines, which has you and Benedict breaking out into belly laughs, foreheads touching.

Some family dinner moments are so very precious.

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld

Moments only taglist: @queenofshinigamis @khaleesjj @starslibrary @magical-spit @honeylovemoon @justwant2read8421

#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fluff #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton #moments universe

[det-loki]

A messy collection of my thoughts and theories for episodes one and two of 'a murder at the end of the world' :

• starting off with The Doors, already a yes from me

• this is my, hmm, sixth rewatch of both episodes? maybe more? Anyway, darby is warm colors, bill is cool. love this detail.

• The Silver Doe, silver earrings. I'm convinced Darby's earring means something. I've seen others speculate that it's reference to a hourglass. it's also similar to the logo of Andy's company.

• We meet Bill in the motel room and that is when I immediately knew I was a goner for this story. sue me, Harris Dickinson is handsome. I also love his terrible haircut

• Harris and Emma's chemistry is INSANE

• "Lee. She doesn't need my help." Oh, but maybe she does Darby. I don't trust Lee's husband in any way, shape or form

• When Darby stumbles down the (poorly made) stairs and bill asks her if she's alright? listen, i love them a whole lot. even if it's common decency to ask

• creepy fucking basement.

• bill protecting darby. BILL PROTECTING DARBY!!!

• was bill shot? did the person shoot themselves?

• I feel like importance of tattoos and meaning might come into play (darby looking at crime scene photos but also bill's and darby's)

• also during the scene where darby is being messaged by Andy's assistant, someone on reddit theorized that the letters on darbys open tabs are a code. Maybe?

• The health check before boarding the plane is raising red flags for me. Mainly the cheek swab. I dunno

• Alice Braga! You gorgeous human

• Martin reading Darby's book right in front of her is a little bit strange for a multitude of reasons but I'm definitely reading too much into most of my thoughts about it

• Darby's attention to detail is so good and such a wonderful element, considering the storyline

• Grimes.

• The closeup on Martin's nightmare on the plane. Obviously a deliberate camera choice. But whyyyy

• Flashback to Bill in the bath. I assume it's after they were confronted with the gun. Bloody rags and dirty water, Bill seems physically okay. previous point, was he shot?

• "I think this is both too much and not enough."

• Camera/Darby lingers on fisherman.

• Ray makes me nervous

• Oxygen tank to Lee's room. Strange. Food to Lee's room that Zoomer accepts, strange. Lee cleaning up the broken glass and making eye contact with Darby. very strange.

• The deep fake talk with Oliver about how you can make anyone say anything will definitely come back later. isn't audio recorded in every room or did I misunderstood that in ep 2?

• Lee and Andy are not selling me on a happy marriage. Back to maybe Lee does need Darby's help.

• Bill appearing at dinner. Was he late or early? the way bill and darby look at one another make me melt

• Also, as Bill sits down, Sian says 'definitely not him' meaning Andy didn't invite him, Lee did. And we later learn that Lee and Bill knew eachother. (how tf did darby not know that if she is such a fan of Lee. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEANNN)

• The lighting plays a huge roll. The halos above Darby and Bill at dinner

• I too would choke after seeing bill again for the first time in six years

• Lee's toast, 'to finding a way out.' And then Andy saying, 'together.' ???

• Zoomer. Robot child? Bill's kid? strange little dude nonetheless. (Zoomer doesn't/can't eat. Lee and Andy looking at one another while Zoomer and Bill play. darbys smile as she watches them. then the face bill makes after zoomer is called to sit down. and the way he responds to question of how old he is???)

• The pool scene. These people are so cliquey. yuck

• Darby punching bill and then immediately asking him for a drink. I get it. Also the way he looked at her after she punched him. Lovesick.

• Bill telling her how he loved her book, oh my God. "Really tough and fragile at the same time" fucking incredible line.

• Bill and Darby flirting

• "I need to tell you something." Insert Jennifer Lawrence clip, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

• Darby runs into Marius, the hotel manager when she goes to Bill's room. Suspect but maybe too obvious?

• Bill asking her to stay as he dies. Holding hands through the glass. Him smiling at her. It's all too much for me.

• So much blood for someone overdosing? Head wound.

Episode 2:

• Darby's book in Bill's room covered in blood. Is that Bill's copy or Martin's from the plane?

• Everyone is very insistent on getting Darby out of Bill's room.

• The tea going to Bill's room. More broken glass

• Lee comforting Darby is very nice

• Rohan (fisherman) is the only one visibly upset and reacting like a human being told about a death

• Andy and Sian are acting like Darby is overreacting about his cause of death

• Andy saying that bill wouldn't want them to go home and quit. Dude, you didn't know him. Kick rocks.

•  Again, Andy and Lee are giving me bad vibes. Lee fawns around him, he speaks over her/for her

• Lu Mei seems uncomfortable when she says she'll stay, seemingly intimated by Andy or fearful of his reaction if she did say she wanted to leave. Therefore I don't think anyone is comfortable going against him. Power imbalance. Darby seems to pick up on this

• Darby going to see Bill. Her frantically asking Ray questions with obvious answers but she craves the validation that she isn't wrong about what she suspects....I'm so sad

• Bill's tattoos are so interesting and I crave meaning

• "Someone killed you."

• My knowledge of injectable drugs all comes from 90s rock musicians, so take that as you will. The needle in Bill's room is the strangest thing I've ever seen. It looks like a diabetic tester needle. And no fingerprints.

• Lee also going to Bill's room. The plot thickens (I need to re-create her outfit in this episode it's so good)

• Is Lee telling the truth about what she was actually looking for? Also her giving Darby advice. I very much like them teaming up together

• "Don't get caught."

• Is it possible that Andy/the hotel is fielding the internet? like when darby can't look up a hack for the doorbell cam. is this an ignorant question? Perhaps.

• Darby and Bill flashback! when bill offers to come pick darby up and she immediately freaks out and runs away from the conversation...I have never felt more seen or understood. me too, girl, me too.

• Do Lee and Bill having matching line tattoos on their forearms???

• Happy birthday Darby 🥺🥺🥺

• 04/14/2017 Zoomer's birthday.

• Darby has doorbell cam footage. employees have towels. noted. David on a phonecall.  Bill 🥲 (not wearing his ring) Ziba hears something, looks frightened and leaves. Bill's door opens from in the inside, hallway wall is illuminated.

• Bill's smile when he meets Darby in person for the first time. I LOVE THEM!

• Creepy mask person, go away!

• the diner darby and bill meet at is called Ray's

• I believe in love at first sight because of them.

• Frank Ocean. That's all.

#a murder at the end of the world spoilers #a murder at the end of the world #bill farrah #darby hart #harris dickinson #emma corrin #brit marling

[ivqnx]

Helloooo ❤️❤️

I’m curious about the Adler King AU! 👀 can you tell more about it? How did he get there? Why? Does people like him? He has a family?

I’m invested in this!

Oh heyyyyy 👋👋‼️‼️ Its good to see you Aly! How are you???? Oh, and about the King!Adler AU, ofc i can tell you more about it! Actually King!Adler AU was just a random idea that came out inside my head right in the middle of night, so im sorry if there's not enough information you need to know and I literally just make a random idea dump like this post's desc. And literally in that post, it was just idea dump and it will not be the same as the one i said here.

So now i've made my decision to create a lil bit lore since u ask for it ✨

so the first question is how did he get there? and whyyyy???? Basically, to be simple, he is the son of the King himself, THE ONE AND ONLY, but to be frank, he has a sister but was still a bit young to take the responsibility of ruling the kingdom beside him (adler himself) since she was only like around 13 at that exact time, after his father died of lung cancer. the throne was passed down to him when he was only 18 years old

the second is does the people like him? well in that idea dump post, I literally said that people didnt like him because he was ruthless, evil king MUAHAHHAHA/jk, and i decide to say that, he was a good king and not that brutal one 😭🙏‼️ And yes he was a serious king but also the sporting one according to different situation, when his citizen complains/critics about something, he will always listen and tried his best to accomplish their wishes

And thirdly, while the original canon Russell Adler family members was unknown, in my AU i just want to say that he have a family, but the only one remain are him and his lil sis, their mother, the queen, died when adler was only 15 and the sis was 9. He has a father, and how he died? i already mention the in the first point. and im sorry if i have a bad grammar 👀

Oh and good news he have two cats, a Bombay cat and an orange Maine Coon‼️🎀🐈

thats all! thanks for asking Aly ❤️❤️‼️

#adler #russell #russell adler #black ops cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod bocw #cod russell adler #bocw #cod #russelladler #ivan's thoughts #ivan answer #ivan talks #au lore #King!Adler #💉: we've got a job to do #russell adler x reader

[3mcwriting]

Regret, Part 2: Moving On

Regret Masterlist

Warnings: Language, references to sex, alcohol consumption

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, the lead singer of the internationally famous band "The Avengers" was a fan-favorite. From his chiseled muscles to his movie-star smile to his old-fashioned manners, everyone loved him. But you were okay with that. Because he would never cheat on you. Right? Well...

~~

"Come on girl, get up," Nat said, hitting you with a pillow. "We're going out tonight and I'll drag you out of here by your ankles if I have to."

You groaned, turning over and staring at the ceiling. "Whyyyy?"

"Because you've been sulking for 2 months, you need a fun night to party and get over that asshole," she announces, planting her hands on her hips. "Plus you haven't even gone to work and I've used up all of my self-control to not beat up that dick and that she-demon."

"I think I'm aloud to sulk after finding out my boyfriend of 3 years cheated on me with a woman I thought was my friend," you pointed out. "Besides, I'm still getting al my work done. It's just...remotely getting it done- Which, can you blame me? I see both of them at work."

Her eyes softened. "Honey, I know. But I think going out and just letting loose for a night will be good for you. Plus, who knows? You might just meet a hot person who all you want is for them to-"

You threw a pillow at her, effectively cutting off whatever innuendo she was about to say.

She smiled. "So...does that means you're going?"

"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"Nope." Nat said, popping the 'p'.

"Ugh, I don't like you sometimes," you muttered, finally getting off of your ruffled bed.

"Nah, you know you love me," she said with a wink.

You threw another pillow at her.

•••••

Two hours later and you had finally found an outfit Nat deemed acceptable. It was simple, comfortable, but still suitable enough for a club. You let her do your makeup, knowing that her deft hands were much better than yours.

You groaned "Why did I agree to this?"

"You didn't have much of a choice," Natasha said, checking her phone. "Ok, now, come on. We're going."

When the two of you arrived you quickly got out of the Uber and looked at the hulking structure in front of you. Nat pulled you inside, immediately heading to the bar. You sat down on one of the stools, your best friend ordering two shots of straight vodka.

"Cheers," you told her, quickly downing the drink in the hope it would make the night slightly more bearable. You winced, the liquid burning as it slid down your throat. You tried to relax, to just focus on the music.

You turned to Nat.

"Wanna dance?" She asked, downing another shot and dragging you to your feet.

"I have a feeling this is another thing I don't have a choice in," you said, voice barely discernible as you began walking with her onto the dance floor.

"Your feeling is right!" Nat yelled as she began dancing. You closed your eyes, moving along to the music.

"I'm gonna grab us some more drinks!" you yelled over the crowd.

You were pretty sure she hadn't heard you, too focused on the gorgeous woman who had begun dancing with her. As the woman got closer and closer to Nat and you saw her wrap her arms around the other woman's neck, you grinned.

At least one of you was having fun, you thought as you nursed the glass of soda in your hands.

"I'll take a whiskey on the rocks," a tall man with bleached hair and gorgeous silver-blue eyes told the bartender, a faint accent detectable. "And what would you like, love?"

"No thanks," you told him, slightly surprised he was talking to you. "I got my drink."

"Gin and tonic?" he asked.

"Just soda."

"Just soda?" he questioned, a smirk on his face. "You're at a club and you got plain soda?"

"Well, I gotta take care of my friend," you explained, sipping at your drink.

"Ah, designated driver?" He slid onto the stool beside you, propping his face on his palm as he looked at you curiously.

"Kinda," you told him, shrugging a little.

Normally Nat got too wasted for you to let her get herself home and she didn't like waking up in strangers beds. Plus, it wasn't exactly safe to be by yourself as an inebriated woman trying to get home. So normally around 2, you'd drag her out of the club and she'd eat all your ice cream then pass out on your couch.

"So, you can't drink, but how about a dance?" Accented voice like honey.

"Why not?" you said, standing up with him.

He grabbed your hand, gently pulling you to the dance floor. "So...what's your name, gorgeous?" He put his hands on your hips as you moved along to the beat of the music.

"No names, that's too serious," you told him, memories popping up that you hurriedly pushed to the back of your mind. You just wanted to get lost in the moment.

"Names are too serious?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yup."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his body moving so close to your own. His arms slid further around your waist but never going too far south as he pulled you almost flat against him, both of you still dancing. With the newfound closeness, every little sway or bump was felt by the both of you.

"Well, is dancing like this too serious?" You shivered at his low voice whispering into your ear, your breath hitching as soft lips brushed your neck when his head dipped down.

"Dancing is all fun."

Your voice was a lot more breathless than you'd like to admit.

"And your name?"

"Giving you my name gives you trust, however little. And my trust seems to be in short supply recently." You let out a laugh, the noise harsh.

"Well, whoever cheated on you is a damned idiot," he declared, a soft kiss brushing your cheek.

"How did you know?"

"A beautiful woman sitting at the bar in a club, sipping a coke while watching her friend have the time of her life. An incredibly handsome man approaches said woman asking for her name and receives a response of, 'no names, that's too serious.'" He raised an eyebrow at you. "Then proceeds to say that her trust is in short supply. An asshole did you wrong and I have no problem with giving you a good time." His voice was firm, a promise held in those words.

Before you could realize what was happening, he was fluidly spinning you to face him and dipping his head down to capture your lips with his.

Your eyes shut as you wound your arms around his neck, gently tugging at the soft hair at his nape as he deepened the kiss. As you moved your lips against his silky ones, you could taste the whiskey on him as his tongue slid into your parted lips. You tugged at his hair a little harder than you meant to, causing a low groan to rumble from him.

The moment shattered as a loud crash rang out along with a yell from a familiar voice.

"All of you asshole in the crowd who are cheaters better watch out or I'm gonna beat your ass!"

Your eyes snapped open, quickly stepping away from the man as you searched for your friend. Not searching long, you found her standing on the bar throwing her heels at the security guards who were rushing to pull her down.

Well shit.

"I gotta go," you told the man, rushing to your friend.

"Come on, Tasha, let's go home," you said, gently easing her off the bar.

"Yay! Ice cream! But first we gotta beat all those fuckeeeers and then we get ice cream."

"Sorry Nat, no beating the fuckers tonight," you told her, a pout appearing on her face.

•••••

"Ugh, I should've just called in sick today, my head feels like shit." Natasha groaned as the two of you walked out of the elevator. "

"Uh uh, there's no way in hell I'm facing them for the first time since the breakup without my best friend," you told her, dragging her along with you as you walked to the auditions room where two new people were trying out for the band.

"You seem a lot better than I thought- Wait, did you sleep with someone last night?!" Natasha asked loudly, making you shush her quickly when several sets of eyes turned to the two of you.

"No, I did not sleep with anyone last night-" you hesitated, "-just your idea to go to the club wasn't as bad as I thought."

"So you did sleep with someone!"

"Would you shut up a bit, Nat?" Your eyes darted around, very aware of the other people who could hear the conversation. "I didn't sleep with a man...I just had a really good kiss."

"Ooh, a really good kiss?" Her eyes glinted. "What's he look like?"

"He looks like..,"

"Hey! Don't stop! Tell me what this mystery man looks like."

"Turn around and you'll see," you told her as your eyes met a set of silver blue ones.

#pietro maximoff x reader #steve rodgers x reader #pietro maximoff #mcu x reader #mcu #marvel x reader #reader insert #natasha romanoff

[hi-this-is-permabanned]

Tracks of iss pyar ko that I abhor.

Sorry, this is a rant post. My deepest apologies if you have to bear with this. The show is 12 years old, it's been done and dusted, it's not going to come back (whyyyy!). But, atleast we can keep talking about it.

Here's the list of tracks I seriously hate, hate haate!

order is from least hated to the most hated.

7. Nainital track.

It's not like I don't like the concept, it's just that I hate the execution! Getting hit on the head by the boot of a car and getting inside of it is lame. They could create some other excuse for this to happen.

What I hated:

Khushi hitting her head on boot.

Khushi's plan of action in order to have Lavanya and Arnav spend some time together.

Arnav's Idea to drive to Nainital himself! Gosh!

6. Shyam's reveal (part 1) and aftermath.

Again, it had a lot of scope. But, execution wasn't impeccable. I wish they would have utilised this opportunity better. And I hated the way things turned out later, like what happened with Anjali.

What I didn't like:

Khushi not making a single strong point throughout the argument.

Her claim that she had evidence but, had none.

Arnav being a statue throughout when he knew that Shyam was actually smitten by Khushi and admitted it shamelessly.

Manorama. (This woman is annoying here).

Khushi trying to act like a goddess thinking she has the right to console Anjali and she would listen.

Khushi really doesn't regret a thing about hiding the truth.

5. Financial Blackmail, Khushi being dumb, Mai tumhe wapis paa lunga.

I hate the fact that this track started immediately after Anjali tried to abort her pregnancy. It's really ridiculous that it was introduced so immediately. Arnav was being petty in this track, Khushi didn't have a plan.

What I hated:

The timing of this track.

Arnav digging his own grave while trying to appease khushi.

Khushi is not really understanding the depth of her own mistake.

Anjali's heartbreak and her reaction to the closeness between Arnav and Khushi.

Arnav blackmailing Khushi.

Khushi doesn't really know what is she doing at this point.

I hate the fact that Arnav scared Khushi so much when he didn't go to Agra.

Khushi not having a dime in her pocket even when she had dabba service. And her going to Arnav Singh Raizada for money. (talk about being spinless).

4. Shyam's reveal (part 2)

Khushi and her ridiculously childish method of revealing the truth as if she is some host of a reality T.V show. I hate everything about this, I don't like the execution of this track again. I won't talk about this.

3. Masala mama and Manorama bond!?

What the! Haye re Nandkishor! Hey Devi Maiyya! Ye sab kya ho rha hai!?? The standard of writing here is so low I can't even. I understand there's tons of pressure on writers but, guys? You could come up with something basic at least.

What I hated:

Manorama is in this track.

Masala mama is an unnecessary addition to the show.

I hate how ridiculously Khushi and Mami were trying to get evidence.

What's with Shyam? And his brazenness?

2. Suicide track .

I don't hate the concept. But, they could have given better reasons for this to happen. Khushi is a free spirit, she can't be broken so easily. She is resilient. Unless she has better reasons, she won't do this. And Arnav? He is indifferent to the fact that she tried to kill herself!?

what I hate:

Her reasons to die.

Arnav's indifference

She said if lavanya and Arnav had told her she would have killed herself.

What the hell is this about not having a dime again?

Mrs. INDIA track.

Khushi could cook, Khushi could dance, Khushi could design clothes, she made the best desserts. But, what profession did they choose for her? Modelling. Modelling?! What!?

They should have ended the show before executing such nonsense.

Honorable mentions :

Sheetal and Aarav: they were unnecessary. We didn't need a junior ASR, we didn't need to know a new ex girlfriend of Arnav.

2. Bubbly the Beelzebub: Someone spank the brat's butt. She dangerous, she psycho but most important she a monster.

3. The second half of kidnapping track : I don't like how Arnav and Khushi had that naughty moment in Hut. I don't like how he hit her on head.

4. Project change Lavanya: What? It's so problematic.

#arnav and khushi #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #arnav singh raizada #sanaya irani #barun sobti #rabbave #arshi

[heartofspells]

Hello darling, I just finished Toying with You, and I’m dying to know bout this research you did. Could you provide a list of sources, cited APA style? (Or, you know, i really just want to know if you watched cams specifically to write this)

Ironically, I recently read a published MLM book with a cam boy as one of the main love interests, and the chat and interactions seemed very similar (though that was missing magic, booooo)

Snitch, whyyyy? 🙈🙈

I...have far too much knowledge of how cam sites work and their offered services at this point. And I admittedly watched soooo many cams specifically for the purpose of that fic, yes. I wanted it to be believable. Unsurprisingly, the chats were pretty much the same on every single one. Filled with cringe and pulled straight from what could be believed to be 13 year old boys' brains, at least what I remember of them, though that's been too long ago to mention here 😂

But you know, if anyone ever needs info, I've got it tightly locked up with all my yacht research that's serving me very well (it's not)

Also, you can't just say something about a book like that and not drop the title on me. Trade for trade? You give me the title, I'll give you websites :DDDD

#i need to make it clear that i spent no money during my research #mainly because i don't have sirius black funds but that's beside the point #jesus someone save my brain #toying with you #research? #it WAS a bit fascinating though i'll say that #in a...strange way #post in the toast

[dreamofstarlight]

Oh the PR was shambolic!!!! And people can feel empathy and compassion for Kate’s Cancer and preventative treatment- I really like H&M’s statement- and also be horrified on her account . Like her cancer announcement should not be the end of journalists- not the tabloids who are going to get sooooooo many briefs and sympathetic pieces this weekend- but reporters in the AP and Reuters who were left on read about requesting the original photo from Mother’s Day , from figuring out where it all went wrong (but respecting medical privacy obvi) and the future of the monarchy. KP’s PR was shambolic and while it’s screw up of the situation has garnered a lot of sympathy for Kate, we shouldn’t also stop questioning whyyyy it was so bad. And why they can’t protect the women who marry in😭😭 nothing seems to be modernizing and the women are taking the brunt of it. The one thing that social media, the BRF and the tabloids have in common is their surface level understanding and solidarity with women. And all this during women’s history month🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

This was honestly the worst PR I've ever seen. I'm no PR or comms expert but if the point of good PR is making your clients look good and protect them then KP PR failed at their jobs. Them having Kate take the blame for the photo was the moment I knew they completely lost the plot. Even if Kate did edit that photo (which I doubt she did) she shouldn't have publicly taken the blame and now knowing that they had her do that after she was given the cancer news is horrible. The women in the monarchy are the age old scapegoat, from the blood princesses to the wives. I think it is interesting to look at how the aristocracy/high society in the UK breeds competition between women and an inability to see each other as equals and be in solidarity with one another. There are some things you just can't modernize out of the monarchy and one of them is the treatment of women especially with the BRF. They love fucking over the women and using them as shields for the criticism of the men. In this case it certainly doesn't look good on William that he let his comms team make his wife who was diagnosed with cancer and is recovering from surgery take the fall for a shitty photoshop job, he should be ashamed for how he let his wife look like a goddamn fool for the whole world.

#anon #ask #answered

[puella-peanut]

Daniel sprains his ankle badly after a new karate move goes wrong, and is advised to keep off his foot for two months. Which, of course, is devastating for our spunky boy, but John?

Well, John doesn’t say a word (big surprise), but just picks him up bridal style every time he sees Daniel even attempt to move. Something which takes Daniel less than two days to be over. 

“I can walk—okay, John, maybe I can’t walk, but I can definitely limp around so you don’t have to—“

“No.”

“I have a crutch. Actually, waitaminute, I have two crutches, so I can, like. You know. Hobble around, and stop collecting dust, like—“

“Doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders don’t say anything about John Kreese carrying me around like I’m dying or something, not even in the small print which,  yeah, okay, I didn’t read, but I know for a fact that even if I did, I wouldn’t see your name there. And by the way, I’m not dying, my muscles just decided to revolt, so you can just—“

“You’re scrawny. Easy to carry.”

“…That’s so not the point, and besides, this is embarrassing!”

“Why.”

“Why? Whyyyy?? Why, because I’m a full grown adult—and totally not scrawny just fun sized—and I can take care of myself, and I don’t need you fussing over me like a mother hen—“

“You’re the one fussing, kid.”

Daniel sputters, but he can’t come up with anything to say to his bullheaded boyfriend, so he just fumes in John’s (admittedly very nice) arms after punching him a couple times right on the chest (which does absolutely nothing, except hurt his own hands since John’s practically made of concrete).

Meanwhile, John won’t ever admit, but seeing Daniel with his little foot all bandaged up, and wearing John’s old sports t-shirts (all dangerously oversized on him), and with his pouty, bratty expression perpetually on—John can’t get enough. He’s going to savor this as long as he can. Gonna milk these next two months for all their worth. Heh. 

(Meanwhile Terry probably inquires a thousand times if Daniel would like him to fly in a world-renowned specialist from Boston, Manhattan, West Germany, Czechoslovakia, India, Japan…oh, and would he like Terry’s personal chef to whip him up something good, or he can get Daniel’s mother to fly in from Jersey on his personal plane if he’d like some authentic home-cooked meals, and would you like some flowers, Danny-boy, to brighten this place up? Red roses perhaps, you look so ravishing in red after all sweeth—)

John just slams the door in his face. And disconnects the phone for good measure. And tells him to not contact Daniel for the next two months, or better yet, ever again. Sorry, Terry. 

Meanwhile, Daniel just groans and wonders where he went wrong in life. 

#john kreese #daniel larusso #lakreese #and a tiny bit of #silverusso #terry silver #in which i chase paper cuts #sweep the leg