#Obsessed with The Shape Of This Dude. Look at him. Ridiculous.

[sugarcherriess]

Be My Lover

[ Roommate and Bestfriend!Chanhee x Fem!Reader ]

Plot - It’s true that best friends have a different sort of comfort level with each other. So things that may seem inappropriate with others aren’t that strange with your best friend. But what if Chanhee has ulterior motives behind his actions? And what if you don’t mind his increasing forwardness?

Warnings - Perv Chanhee, dom!chanhee, dry humping, panty sniffing, groping, clit stimulation, obsession with cum, cum shower?, fur and silk are recurrent textures, filth with plot.

“Look what I got for you,” Chanhee sings as he nears your bed with a pink bag in his hands. His excited wiggle makes you giggle as your curiosity raises.

Chanhee had gone out to shop in the morning with a very reluctant Changmin– which was justified considering you all had a final project to submit in a few days and had no time to go spend the little money you had. Not even when he begged you to come with because “clothes are super duper important. Even more than science,” he had said, prompting Changmin to roll his eyes and flick his head.

Although you had declined the generous offer, you still got excited with him about the prospect of getting a present without any occasion.

Were you forgetting a special date?

“But Why? It’s not even my birthday anytime soon? Did you ruin something of mine?” You inquire suspiciously.

Chanhee gasps in offense at the accusation and implication that he would only get you anything when it’s required and not whenever he wants to. He takes the heart shaped pillow you had thrown careless to the side and chucks it at your head.

“Excuse you, I can get you things if I want even without some reason!”

You glare at him when the pillow lands on your laptop and check to see if any damage was done. It’d kill you if he broke your shit when you were so close to completing the project you’ve been mulling over for what felt like ages.

“Anyway, stop fussing around your computer you nerd. Open this!” He shoves the bag into your hands and snatches your laptop away to put on your bedside table.

You take your sweet time opening the bag. Whatever he got seems to be wrapped in a thousand sheets because you can’t even see an outline no matter how much you unwrap it.

Chanhee impatiently waits for you to succeed and when you don’t, he snatches the item from you and rips away the covering. Standing up, he poses with the item to show you the entire thing and it makes your eyes pop out of their sockets.

“Ta da!”

“Is... is that lingerie?”

Chanhee? Getting you lingerie? It sounds even more ridiculous said out loud than it does in your head.

“That’s what’s in my hands no?” He quips, putting a hand on his hip.

“Why have you gotten me lingerie?”

It’s beyond your comprehension whether this just seems inappropriate to you because of your quickly blossoming crush on your best friend or its just weird by nature for your dude friend to get you lingerie.

Not even your boyfriend. Your Best friend.

“I was walking to the food court when I saw these at display and I knew I had to get this for you,”

“How do you even know my size?” You can’t help the questions from forming. But Chanhee, like the clever bastard he is, has an answer for each and every query.

“I do your laundry too, okay. I snoop around your stuff more often than you think,” he shrugs.

“What the hell are you-”

“You’ll look so pretty in them I can’t wait!” He cuts you off, bouncing on his heels.

If you had water in your mouth, you’re sure you would’ve spat it all over him.

“Can’t wait? For what?” Bewildered would be an understatement to describe your current status.

“For you to wear it and show me of course!” He replies before throwing the panty and bra set at your head and making his exit.

“I’ll take a shower and we’ll make dinner!” Is called out before he closes your door shut.

When you hear the slam of his own door, you pull down the lingerie set to examine it. It’s a lilac silk set with fur lining the top of the cups and around the waistband. Swiping your fingertips on the material you assess its cloud-like softness. A subtle heat rises at the image of Chanhee watching the set on a mannequin and imagining you wearing it.

The heat deepens when you remember that Chanhee actually confessed to messing about with your dirty laundry and the vulgar scenarios that pop up into your brain have you hiding your face in shame.

You can’t wrap your head around the prospect of Chanhee buying you lingerie unprompted but him standing alone in the laundry room and using your dirty panties to rub his cock to completion somehow sounds completely normal. And totally appealing.

You groan out loud and shove your face in your covers. Now you have to think of an occasion where you can wear these and then also not think of Chanhee… sigh

The next few days are easier on you than you had anticipated. Chanhee doesn’t mention the lingerie or that he’s waiting for the perfect time to make you model them for him, which he is. Your project finishes without any hiccups and you’re all finally free to do as you please.

Which Chanhee takes full advantage of of course.. as one does.

He gets more touchier than usual, you notice. And more bolder than he used to be. His hands that had never even held yours without permission were now sneakier than ever. You’d be walking past him and suddenly have your top pulled up or your bottoms pulled down. He would explain he was just “trying to see if you wore the lingerie today,” but only after a hard glare.

And you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t notice the subtle yet not so subtle head tilts of his whenever you wore a skirt around him. On more than one occasion you had caught him trying to peek up your skirt but yet again, he said it was totally innocent and that he only wanted to see if it was his present that you were wearing.

One particular morning you were making breakfast when he had snuck up behind you. The heart attack aside, you couldn’t miss his hands caressing any exposed skin that was on display even if you wanted to. And if you lightly pushed out your ass to grind against his very obvious bulge then no one is to blame you. You were too busy trying to navigate how to fry his egg whilst he dragged his nose up your neck and rasped against your ear how much he “adores the way you smell.”

And speaking of smells– you don’t know if your mind is playing games with you but you’re a hundred percent sure you walked in on him doing the laundry and sniffing your panties. A black lace pair, which he then pocketed right in front of your own two eyes, was stuck to his nose when you walked in. But his lack of shame or fear of being caught in the act made you feel like your eyes deceived you.

At this point the clues were all in front of you but you were personally trying to gaslight yourself into believing it was all in your head and your best friend was not groping you every chance he got. You couldn’t just blatantly tell him you wanted to fuck him right? That he’s hot as fuck and yes you’ve been friends for years but now his dick is kinda looking like something you need to get pounded by?

What could you possibly even say to him? “Hey dude yeah since the day you got me the lingerie set I’ve been noticing you be extra pervy with me like randomly pulling me onto your lap and subtly making me grind on your thigh and I’m sure at one point I felt you cup my pussy which you said was an accident but there’s no explanation why your hand was there in the first place so I don’t know where to go with this haha love you though.”

You’re out of breath and rambling even thinking about that, how the hell are you supposed to say it to his face?

But you so desperately wanna tell him that last night while he “jokingly” pushed you over the back of the couch and pushed his hard-on between your asscheeks accidentally because he was bent over you to whisper in your ear, you had wanted him to strip you naked and take you then and there.

Alas, he had only burst out laughing and left you draped on the couch speechless and needy. You don’t even remember what he had said, only that he was grabbing onto your hips like he was going to pull you onto his naked cock at any second.

But never mind last night, or any night before. You had gotten back your results for your project and had gotten the highest grade in the class. You were relaxed, in your zone and flourishing.

Until Chanhee had barged into your room holding a bottle of champagne and that frightening glimmer in his eyes that always rang the alarms.

He was up to no good.

“Since we’re both free and winning at life, I propose we celebrate with cheap champagne and making fun of our old photos,” his giggle had you almost giving in and confessing then and there.

He made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, immediately cuddling into your side.

“Don’t you have any better ideas,” you choked up.

Your fingers crossed, you begged the universe to please let this night pan out smoothly.

“C’monnnn, don’t you wanna see the idiots who thought kids stealing their crayons at daycare was the most horrible thing in life and tell them there’s worse things in life than that. Like Changmin thinking calculus in college is better than getting bitches–”

“Leave his bitchless ass alone,” you cut him off, which made him shriek out in a laugh. Next time you see Changmin, you’ll be sure to apologise to him for your disrespect towards his education-oriented life choices and how easy it was for you to agree with Chanhee.

You still resumed scoffing at Chanhee’s enthusiasm. “That won’t be as fun as you’re giving it credit,”

“Who cares,” he turned to you. “We’ll think of something more interesting later,”

His hooded eyes worsened your heartbeat and you had to pinch yourself to not get lightheaded under his gaze.

Your voice broke when you opened your laptop and whispered out an “okay fine,” and Chanhee took a quick sip from his glass before patting your thigh and keeping his hand there. A brief once over at him had you shivering in your seat.

However, multiple glasses of alcohol and thousands of childhood photos of you and Chanhee later, one thing led to another and you two had moved on to taking new pictures of each other to make new memories.

After taking another way too close shot of your face that made your face look like a fish and exposed all your pores, Chanhee laughs so hard that he falls next to you. You’re still looking at the image on his phone when he turns to you and takes it as an opportunity to admire your face.

“You’re gonna burn my face with your laser focus,”

He rolls his eyes at your comment when you return his stare.

“I’m not lasereyes from X-men–”

“His name is Cyclops– I swear one of these days Hyunjae and I are gonna beat your ass for disrespecting our superheroes,” whining, you shove his hands away from your sides as he tries to pull you into a spooning position.

“Wanna make some new memories?”

The sudden change in topics makes you still and whip your head to look at him. The vague proposal could hold many underlying messages and knowing Chanhee, it definitely does.

“What kind of memories?”

Chanhee gets up and pushes himself over you, caging you on the bed.

“Why don’t you wear the pretty lingerie I got you a few days ago and pose for me,” you gulp so harsh it almost turns painful but Chanhee continues, his register lower than before, “In a few years, we can look at those photos instead since you find the old ones boring,”

You don’t have the strength to say much and silently move away from under him. Chanhee’s eyes follow your ass walking away and he sits on the edge of the bed facing your closet.

Taking out his present is a quick process since you never found it in you to properly stash it away. Pulling your shirt up a little, you call out for him to close his eyes. You don’t turn to look whether he’s following instructions or not. Strangely, you’d prefer if he watched.

To say Chanhee’s awestruck when he sees you would be an understatement.

The bra cups your tits perfectly and the fabric and fur attachment makes them look plump and soft. It makes Chanhee’s hands itch besides him. His eyes trail drown to your torso all the way to your panties. His brain immediately starts pestering at him to pull the sides up so he can see the outline of your pussy more clearly. Instead, he beckons you closer with his fingers.

You refuse to look at him when walking your way towards him, twiddling your thumbs and trying not to let self-consciousness force you to run for the hills.

Standing between his spread legs, you wait for a reaction. Chanhee holds your waist to look at you all over, rubbing your sides with his thumbs to alleviate some of your very visible embarrassment. He lets go with one hand, opting to grab you right under your asscheek and pulls you even closer.

“If I ask you to do something,” you finally look into his eyes, legs trying to buckle from his breathy voice, “will you be a good girl and do it for me?”

There’s a small smirk on his face and you’re sure he can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin. You nod your head yes and wait for him again.

Chanhee takes his time voicing his command, letting the suspense marinate while dragging his palms all over your naked legs and waist.

“I want you to rub yourself on my covered cock until you make a wet patch right here,” he completes his sentence by poking at your pussy lips through the silk. The action makes the crotch of your panties pulls the cloth to form the shape of your pussy, just like he wanted.

Nipping at your bottom lip you consider that taking a seat on his lap is the only logical move to make next. Chanhee hisses when, in your effort to get comfortable, you brush against his hidden cock. Throbbing already, your movements are way too slow for him to wait.

He swiftly pulls down his sweatpants all the way to his thighs and grabs the back of yours to slide you against him. Cock pushing between your folds, he drags out a relaxed sigh as the heat of your centre wraps around him. His cock pulses underneath you and he pulls you harder against him. Even through the safety of both of yours underwear’s, Chanhee’s bulge pushes at your clit repeatedly.

You can’t stop the small cries from escaping your mouth at each drag of your cunt against his dick because the sensation of your drenched panties sticking to your folds has your hole clenching in desperation.

Chanhee’s control over your hips never ceases its steady rhythm and continues to make your clit more sensitive as time ticks by. Overcome with desperation you had to shove your hand over your mouth to stop whining like a wounded animal. Your neediness kept swinging out of hand with every swivel of your hips.

Chanhee takes it upon himself to surprise you with suddenly jolts of his pelvis, digging his cock deeper into your split lips in random intervals.

Soon enough, your hips stutter and you hunch over Chanhee, holding his shoulders for support. Your cunt drools enough to form a large wet patch at the crotch of your panties just as Chanhee wanted. He instantly pushes you to stand up again to see the results, carelessly ignoring your trembling legs.

His silent stare makes your hips buck up in anticipation of any further stimulation. You burn up in embarrassment when he suddenly takes to the floor, knees digging into the floor in front of you. No order is given before he pull’s you in and shoves his face between your thighs.

Your thighs open awkwardly besides his head as he sniffs at your crotch. Multiple theories popped up in your mind yet none of them suggested that he was going to lick a stripe up your pussy through your panties. You gasp at the sensation and he moans into your folds, letting you know how good you taste even through a barrier.

He wraps his mouth around your heat and sucks harshly, his saliva adding to the dark patch drenching the cloth. An ironically chaste kiss is placed on your pubic bone as he bids it farewell for the time being.

One quick movement and half a second later, you find yourself shaken out of your daze when he shoves you on the bed. You lay on the mattress spread wide and out of breath.

Tugging off your panties, Chanhee makes his way up your body leaving kisses one after the other starting from the bottom of your torso all the way to your neck. He wraps his fingers tightly around the back of your knees and pulls your legs up to bend them for easy access.

“Hold these here, I want you to feel me in your throat,”

His desire drips from his voice as you nod at him.

“Speak up or i’ll tie you to the bed and leave you desperate,” his threat makes you whimper in shock.

“Yes sir,”

The use of sir is your way of bringing the intensity of the room down a notch. But you don’t miss the way he immediately grinds himself into your exposed centre and shudders out a forced laugh.

“Don’t play with fire,” is the last warning you get before his hard length is digging into your dripping cavern.

He begins his rhythm with slow yet powerful thrusts, choosing strength over speed. Your own response comes naturally as you yelp every time his cock shoves its way into you.

The sloppy sounds only increase in volume as he picks up speed but keeps at the same intensity. You’re certain that you’ve never heard yourself get this wet for anyone. You haven’t even heard these sounds in any porn let alone real life.

Chanhee drops more of his weight on you and shoves his face into your neck to hit deeper inside you. When the tip of his cock reaches your g-spot you cry loud enough to warrant a noise complaint from your neighbours.

His pelvis slaps against your clit in that position and the stimulation from both inside and outside makes you suffocate in pleasure.

The closer Chanhee gets to his release, the harsher he gets in the way he handles your body. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone, he makes his way to your tits and bites at a nipple. One hand constantly stuck to the side on your neck, he laves his tongue on the nipple to sooth the skin when you shout.

You start losing your senses when his biting starts losing its purpose and gets erratic and messy. As much as you want to run away from his teeth, you keep pushing your chest into his face for more.

With Chanhee wrapped around you, your toes curl and your hands drop your legs when you orgasm for the second time that night, completely delirious and spent. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, heartbeat going haywire while you try and regulate your oxygen intake.

It only takes a few of your overstimulated high pitched moans for Chanhee to pull his dick out of you. He wraps his fist around his cock and rubs tights and quickly to chase his high.

“Chanhee..”

He hums at you when you call him. Bangs stuck to his forehead, his hooded eyes look at you while his own breathing quickens.

“Won’t you paint me with your cum, Chanhee?”

You muster up the question in the most innocent voice you can manage. Sure enough, Chanhee cries out in a broken “ah” and releases all over your torso and your chest. He fists his cock to milk out even the very last droplets of his cum to, indeed, paint you with his cum.

He looks up at you when you giggle at him. The panting makes him hard to focus but when he does, he realises some ropes of cum also managed to land at your face.

“You know,” you begin with hopeful eyes, “It would’ve been nice to get a kiss first,”

Chanhee grabs your legs to drag you down at that and you accidentally moan at the burn your sheets leave on your back.

“I think that’s a girlfriend privilege though,” a raised eyebrows and a quirk of his lips challenges you.

“Then make me your girlfriend. What are you waiting for?” You return his energy.

“If I do then you won’t leave this room without your face dripping in my cum. Are you down with that?” Chanhee’s voice drops a few octaves lower.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - I had so so much fun writing this so I hope you also enjoy! Let me know what you think my friends <3

Taglist - @chewryy @parkhonnie @from-xero @maybeifyoutrieddd @renjun-holic @heednpy

#choi chanhee scenarios #choi chanhee smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #Chanhee smut #chanhee imagines #choi chanhee hard hours #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz one shots #chanhee oneshots

[remersgf]

I'm begging you to write Remer x Goth girl reader. Just literally anything at all.

crying this was so cute to write

i got a req for remer x goth!gf a while ago but i forgot about it i hope this makes up for that anon💘

doug remer x fem!reader

sfw

enjoy!!

- when you were talking / first started dating he’d say some dumb shit like “i need a big titty goth gf😍😍” but you smacked his head n whipped him into shape

- he never said it again (thank god)

- is absolutely ENTHRALLED with you

- genuinely obsessed, if he spend the entire day oggling at you he would. and he does

- rlly enjoys having you on his arm in public, showing you off

- also enjoys when people stare at you, he puts on a not-so-subtle show of holding you and kissing you to show them that you’re his

- you get confused every time but he just likes having people jealous of him

- so proud to be your bf:((

- coops obsessed with you too

- when remer first starts bringing you over and introducing you to coop, he can’t really muster up the words to say hi LMAO

- you walk in and he’s just like 😲

- and remers all, “i know, dude. look at her!!!!!”

- remer luvssss watching you do your makeup

- begs you to sit on his lap while you get ready, silently paying attention to every step in your routine until his legs fall asleep

- asks you to do trad goth makeup on him when he’s high

- he looks fucking ridiculous but also kinda… cute?

- stumbles over to the mirror and puts his glasses on

- his reaction is sooo silly

- 😮 literally him

- “what’s that band you like? alien sex fiend? yeah, i look like the lead dude.”

- you take some offense tbh but he meant it in a good way😭

- lets you take over his music taste

- also lets you ramble about your favorite bands!!!

- when you take him to concerts it’s really hilarious because there’s you, all done up, and then there’s your nerd bf next to you who looks clueless

- will ask you to make him mixtapes almost every week

- his favs are depeche mode, type o negative, and christian death (i’m 100% projecting)

- he likes your music but i think he’d be a punk fan

- esp second wave ska

- i can just feel it he’d be such a big ska fan argue with the wall

- anyways he loves you a whole bunch and would die for you tbh

#ur lanky nerd bf 💘💘 #he’s so cute and hed fucking LOVE you on his arm #crying i need him #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #matt stone #matt stone x reader

[beeceit]

The Broken Leo

Disclaimer: I know I don't typically do angst for the Peepaw Multiverse (which is also why I typically don't involve itbotb Leo in it) but I got to thinking, and itbotb Leo would have... very complicated feelings about meeting so many other hims

(The itbotb canon self-worth issues, alcohol issues, and a brief mention of suicidal thoughts made it into this, so watch out for those) WMAS Leo belongs to @chiangyorange who also inspired this with this comic

Leo tapped his claws against his glass, looking around the room.

The situation was ridiculous and honestly a little frightening. (Seriously, what evil god would allow THIS many Leos to coexist in one room?! Something very very important would be breaking soon and the whole multiverse would explode because some idiot tried to make ramen without the water, or something equally stupid.)  But the scariest part for Leo was that every other version of himself he could see seemed so… 

Happy.

Why wasn’t he? What, because he was missing an arm? Big whoop, he’d already counted five other hims missing something. Coin with his amputated leg (and really, he should be grateful it was only an arm), 2 was missing an arm too, didn’t even really have a stump to speak of. Expendable was not only missing an arm, but his shell was in horrible shape and his eye looked enough like his own Raph’s that he’d bet real money that he was at least partially blind.

And he was feeling this way well before he lost it.

Because of the prison dimension, then? He was there an hour at most. Hourglass and Deal had both been there so much longer and got hurt so much worse. And yet there they were, just laughing and talking like old friends, and they’d only just met. Deal was even drinking soup out of his hands, Leo couldn’t even imagine going through trauma like he had and still managing to be able to be so silly. No, the problem was him.

The problem was always him.

What was wrong with him? His dad was finally there and opening up and listening, his family finally trusted him, he got along with Casey famously. Even his future self was there for him! Everybody was! He just needed to stop being such a self-obsessed dickhead and talk to them! Why was this so hard? Leo sighed and looked around to make sure no one was looking before reaching into his pouch and pulling out a bottle of calamine lotion. Well… it had been calamine lotion. Now it was just a cleaned out bottle he used to hide his emergency vodka in. It didn’t hold much (It couldn’t. He couldn’t afford his brothers getting suspicious, after all.) but it was enough. He poured a generous glug into his diet coke before concealing the bottle again. There was a bar in this place for the older Leos, it would be fine. If anyone got suspicious, he could just claim it was Blue’s and he stole a sip because he was curious. That was normal teenager behavior, right?

What a fucking mess he was.

It was bad enough, knowing how weak he was amongst his family, knowing he was the only one struggling like this, but this? This was so much worse. So many hims, going through so much worse, how was he the only one struggling this hard? How was he the only one who couldn’t handle it? This wasn’t just one universe calling him a failure, it was dozens.

“Should’ve just let Prime finish me off when he had the chance.” He muttered to himself, taking a long sip.

Leo felt a bump against his shoulder.

“Hey, you say something?” Leo jumped, turning to see another Leo sitting next to him. “Shit! Sorry, uh, spaced out. How long have you been there?” The other Leo snorted. “Just a minute, dude, don’t worry about it. You good?” Leo blinked before shrugging and putting on the carefree mask, hoping it wouldn’t fail him like it had done more and more lately. “Nah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Just, uh, just overwhelmed. This whole situation is wack as all hell.”

“Yeah, I get that. I still haven’t figured out how to get this name tag thing off. I mean, what does WMAS even mean?! And why is there an orange on it?”

“I’ve been saying it like Christmas in my head.” “Of course you would. Why is yours so long, anyways?”

“Dude, I have no idea. My Blue’s matches, so I guess our dimension is just itty-bot-buh with a… deer-bee thing? I don’t know, man.” WMAS snorted. “You call yours Blue, too?” “Dad picked it. It’s still weird, him actually calling me by my name without it meaning I’m in trouble.” “Yeah, I feel that. …you, uh… you wanna go pet the big scary magic dog with me?” Leo raised an eyebrow and looked over at Havoc, who was currently giving a death glare to a big Leo that had gotten too close to Hourglass for comfort. “I think that’s a fox.” “He’s fluffy, it makes him a dog.” Leo rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his drink before standing. “Eh, I’ll bite. I didn’t have anything better to do anyways.” Blue looked on from across the room with a frown.

I’m so sorry, kid.

#in the bottom of the bottle #peepaw multiverse

[cartoonrival]

obtio and itachi for the character bingo. actually lets also go with sasuke lets get the whole uchiha family drama in here

ok i did this bingo a while ago w obito but im doing it again because my opinion is more developed since we've now discussed him at length. i think he's fucking annoying and his significance in the final arc is absolutely bizarre and deeply undeserved.

obito's significance in the story should begin and end at kakashi's backstory. like you've talked about, to kakashi, obito is more of a symbol than a person; kakashi was deeply traumatized (understandably) by obito's final moments, and is infinitely plagued with guilt over the person that he was at that time, blaming himself for his friends' deaths even though it wasn't actually his fault. he had no respect for obito until obito's final moments, where he sacrificed himself for kakashi and gifted him HIS EYE, GOUGED FROM ITS SOCKET AND SWAPPED WITH KAKASHI'S, HEALED INTO PLACE BY HIS 12 YEAR OLD TEAMMATE, finally making kakashi understand that looking out for the people you love moreso than the mission itself is honorable, actually. obito represents what kakashi should be and what he was unable to be, a point of failure and something to strive towards and fall short of forever. the horror of obito's death is emblematic of what's wrong with konoha and the ninja system in general-- why was rin, a child, taken prisoner? why was it left up to kakashi and obito, children, to rescue her alone? why were the three of them on the battlefield to begin with, KAKASHI AS THE TEAM LEADER? children gouging their eyes out as parting gifts. obito cared about kakashi from the beginning enough to give him an actual piece of himself, but kakashi couldn't be assed to give him the time of day until the moment obito died (because he was 1) an asshole as a child (love and light!) and 2) also traumatized by his father's SUICIDE (ALSO A BYPRODUCT OF WAR) which shaped his world view in an extremely rigid way), and THIS should haunt him forever. he can grow from it and make new connections and try his damnedest to make up for it, but obito should NOT come back. there is NO REASON for him to come back. he is not even SLIGHTLY an interesting enough character in his own right to justify him coming back, especially not as a MAIN PLAYER IN THE FINAL BATTLE. HUH?

his obsession with rin, a girl who ALSO had zero personality and thus i don't care at all about their relationship with each other, was absolutely bizarre and ridiculous, the way he hung onto it i understand objectively was a symptom of his stunted emotional growth and being a very broken man, but the way this was executed was MISERABLY done, no one cares, shut the fuck up, she didn't even like you (she liked kakashi, for some fucking reason, weird to make that like her only personality trait just for kakashi to not even like her back). like his anger that kakashi didn't protect her is 1) sexist but we know this (she is apparently incapable of protecting herself) and 2) annoying because again, this would serve much better as just another failure notch in kakashi's fuckup belt, but instead this dude comes back at the age of 32 to be like ooououuuugh all i wish is to hold hands with the girl i had a crush on when i was 12 and know nothing about..... SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPP

and obviously the fandom. fucking. KAKASHI/OBITO???? REALLY????? kakashi cares about obito because he was his teammate and a symbol of his personal failures, and obito sacrificed himself for kakashi because he was a kindhearted child and both of them were raised as war machines. how the fuck does that ever ever translate to romantic attraction. ever. what. they weren't even actual friends. why is this so popular. like in what world.... IN WHAT WORLD............

itachi....... itachi............i loveyou......... i mentioned this in a previous post but to me itachi is gen the POSTERCHILD of everything that is so wrong with the political system. he grew up SWALLOWED by it and chewed up and spit back out. his father took him to a battle field when he was like 4 literally just so he'd see what it was like. he was raised as a double agent and brainwashed so seamlessly that by the end he didn't even know whose side he was actually on. absolutely fascinating character and heartbreaking and devastating and horrible. ive never never never seen siblings written as well as kishimoto wrote sasuke and itachi, because LITERALLY WHO CAN GROW ME A NEW BROTHER... itachi loved sasuke more than anything. im convinced that if you dont think he loved sasuke then you weren't watching. obviously, what he did was terribly cruel and he ruined sasuke's entire life and no amount of i love you and im sorry can fix or change that, but he loved him. driven to do something unspeakably horrible by the government officials who had groomed him into a killing machine, setting the fate of his clan and the village and potentially beyond that on his teenaged shoulders, but he had to spare his brother. like itachi is deeply deeply brainwashed by konoha and this is something that he never gets over; he spares sasuke and drives him to hate him because he's afraid what would happen if sasuke crossed konoha, what konoha would do to him, he thinks that maybe he's doing the right thing and protecting the village, maybe, if sasuke grows up strong, stronger than him, no matter what it takes, then maybe he'll fare better than itachi did. but also there needs to be someone left to hate him for it. itachi can't bare to get out where everyone who knew him, who could really really hate him like he deserves to be hated, is dead. its selfish, obviously its fucked. but he needs it and he's terrified.

itachi's manipulation of sasuke's entire life is frankly very very fascinating and horrible to me, the willingness to rewrite and rewrite sasuke's beliefs and control every aspect of what he knows and believes and wants to a desperate attempt to keep him safe and to keep the village that fucked them both over safe. normally i think bringing characters who already got their epic death scene back from the dead cheapens the weight of the original death, but with itachi i actually think his return is sort of critical just because it breaks my heart so fucking bad. sasuke please don't call me perfect. sasuke this is everything i did wrong and im sorry and i love you and im not going to control you anymore. whatever you think is right, ill always love you. like itachi fucked up irrevocably. but man. thats his brother. thats his baby brother. we are fucked. i think given time sasuke will not think as highly of itachi as he does when the story ends and i think this would be a fantastic development to watch, but where things stand and considering how the rug has been pulled out from underneath him about one billion times i think its fully understandable that he has the take that he does by the storys end.

itachi was not a good brother, obviously, christ, but he DID love sasuke and i think what happened to them both is horrific

SASUKEEEEE i love a guy who doesn't know what he is doing or what he wants he just hates himself and his life and is terrified of weakness or connection or love and he gets led around by his nose because he's so full of hate and fear and anger that anyone who can help him direct it LITERALLY FCUKING ANYWHERE is immediately someone he will stand beside, until he changes his mind again. like im going to be sick. HES SO FUCKED. its crazy i think how little im about to write about him bc i think without direction my brain sort of looks just like @#**)#!H@FUIBEW*(#@*(WESDU@* *CWF)*WCF wrt sasuke.

was he right? umm im generally anti-tyranny but he was on the right track. it fucking sucks that kishimoto is so scared of change. im so glad he killed danzo. i fucking hate team taka though that was lame as hell idrk why kishimoto was afraid to just let him walk a lonely road the only road that he has every known and instead had to give him a bunch of tonally dissonant goons. devastating. what the fuck even. "you are the only person left who loves me and that terrifies and unsettles me so badly that i desperately need to kill you so that you'll stop and i'll really be alone" is an absolutely insane and also gay character motivation.

post canon sasuke is i think what makes me the most miserable with him (and im trying to get into this w b2, we'll see how successful i am) because i think its like. wow. what kind of person even are you after spending 7 odd years like how sasuke spent them. who even are you. what are you doing. what are you GOING to do. how do you know you won't change your mind and start hurting people again. how do you know you wont change your mind and start hurting yourself again. youre already hurting yourself. where are you. what is this. why are you alive. you should be dead. you deserve to be dead. you kind of wish you were dead. but also someone loves you and swears on his life that nothing in the world could ever make him stop, and you believe him and its so terrifying being known by yourself and by someone else but maybe things will be okay but maybe they wont and you hope that when the two of you die, its you first, because even though he says he never ever could you know he could get on without you but you have no idea who you'd be without him.

i wont rehash boruto because ive done that already but its critical as well. WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO HIM IM GONNA THROWUP

#asks157 #nrto #naruto #wont tag the first fellow bc this is major hate for him lol #sasuke #itachi

[vacantgodling]

for the birthday boy!!! 2, 8, 17, 21👀

thank youuuuuu 🥰🥰

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

i think because he’s on a schedule at the chateau, that kind of counts as a daily ritual in some regards—especially before hya was the spouse of the keeper, amon’s routine was much stricter and there was less time wasted with leisure. now he gets off doing more things bc of favoritism LMAO. but i don’t think before that / in general he has Specific rituals that are like emotionally significant or meaningful to him. it’s partially bc of a poverty mindset but also because he just doesn’t attach emotional value to doing something repetitively i think. he kind of goes with the flow in most cases.

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

sex & he loves sex so definitely positive LMAOOOO

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

it’s a weird thing, but it’ll make sense as i explain it, but i think the modest kind of butler’s uniform is something that amon really likes? he absolutely hated it at first when he first started working at the chateau because he was used to more loser fitting clothing (dude one of these days i gotta draw a comparison from amon before he started working at the chateau to now because it is Night and Fucking Day), which was obviously lower quality bc he lived in halifax. BUT the longer he’s spent at the chateau, and the longer he wears the uniform (especially in relation to hya it’s bordering kink at this point lmao) the more he comes to kind of associate it with being able to control his circumstances; of taking matters into his own hands and shit. and it’s like “dress for the job you want, not the job you have” mentality, right? so i think that’s kind of how he feels about it. so from the shined shoes, to the gloves (he doesn’t have to wear gloves btw but he does to hide the scars on his hands, just as he doesn’t necessarily Have to wear a high collar but yknow), some part of it when he starts looking in the mirror *feels* intentional. and he always teases hya about his obsession with fashion and his wardrobe but he also kind of starts to understand in a certain way how having control of your wardrobe can really shape how you feel about yourself tm.

this being said i think the most of a ritual he has about his clothes is changing his gloves every two days. he would honestly love to have a new pair every day But who has the money for that? he also sneaks them into the fancy laundry LOL.

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

so this is gonna be under a cut PFFFF

for turn offs, amon doesn’t really have too many. he’s not into daddy/baby or age play as like a hard “nah” BUT he’s also extremely open to trying anything at least once pfff.

so this is a non exhaustive list of this ridiculous man’s ridiculous kinks, referenced from this list i found LOL

impact “play” (not really spanking so much as he gets turned on getting into actual fucking fights 💀 — but this does extend to spanking, slapping, flogging the works)

being restrained (doesn’t matter how — this includes being hog tied, gags, blind folds, the only restraint he doesn’t like is cock cages because he enjoys more of the challenge of having to physically keep himself from cumming and then if he fails he gets punished vibes)

most orgasm play (edging, forced, overstimulation, denial, the works)

breath play (choking on cock is literally his favorite thing as seen by *gestures to birthday present*, but the only person who he lets get an actual hand around his neck is hya bc he trusts him)

he’s obvs got a big oral fixation cock worship + rimming are high on his list

he likes getting RAILED. rough sex, some slight dubcon (he’s always willing but the roleplay of it after a fight is fun). speaking of getting railed, orgies and bukkakes he enjoys a lot. sloppy seconds, the works. he is such a risky sex haver jfc 💀 this all kind of falls into the “primal sex play” category ig so like. wrestling, biting, scratching—hell blood play as well is a Huge turn on for him. please draw blood he’ll cum so hard.

skin sensation play is a new one he tries with hya but he enjoys it. wax and ice are his favorites.

degradation and humiliation clearly. he’s also very obviously a bratty sub he likes to talk back and get punished. tho he does sub more often he is Technically a switch and can be dom but his dom tastes are actually vastly different than his sub tastes. as a sub, he’s very much like “Fuck. Me. Up.” but as a dom he’s more caring and tender; he only tops if he really Cares about someone and thus…. does not top often PFFF. it’s not that he doesn’t care about hya tho, it’s just the fact that hya is a top 99% of the time (tho amon does top hya more in the realm of after they get married and i gotta write that out cuz when me and my partner talked about it i cried over how emo i got LMAO)

he’s also an exhibitionist annnnnnnnd he’s a lil bit into other body fluids like spit and piss a lil bit. hya will not let him live it down despite amon swearing it was just once PFFF.

#DBSJDJDJRJ venture under the cut if you dare #s: paramour #happy amon day #kinky bastard i’m not even joking #like i think about what he was supposed to be like when i first made him and then i look st him now like #bro

[undead-merman]

I had a dragon Lucifer show up across my dash and it got me thinking about peacock griffin Lucifer.

How magnificent would he be? Lustrous black feathers and majestic proud bearing? Oddly obsessed with you?

Catch me outside rock climbing to find this dude!

Griffins need love too!

Peacock Griffon Lucifer with GN-Reader SFW

Appearance

Lucifer stands proud and tall and has many similarities to a harpy. Most notably, his large feathered wings. The wings that sprout from his back are a dark raven black and even have the same irradiance to them as a raven. While folded, they are dark and plain, but underneath they have spectacular colors with the patterning of a peacock. The colors are bold, flashy and shift in certain light. 

His ears are atop his head and are like pointed canine ears with small feathers around the base that turn to fur and are oddly furry; the fluff sticks out of the inner ear and looks incredibly soft. In his hair there are feathers, some short, some longer. He even has a row that raises when he’s upset 

His arms are human-like until the elbow, where they morph to be like Avian claws. The scales are black and have a leathery appearance. His claws are sharp, with four fingers and a thumb, they have impressive dexterity, able to flip a pen back and forth between them. 

His neck and chest have the same back feathers, which can puff out and smooth down depending on his mood. He tries to keep them as flat and smooth as possible. Though it’s hard when he has to deal with his brother’s antics. 

His legs are almost a copy paste of a lion’s though, with a black coloration. The paws even have the same claws. But the biggest difference is that mingled with his fur are more feathers. Most of them are filoplume and semiplume. 

And finally, his tail. His tail is a mix of his avian and feline traits. Almost shaped like a feather in its own right, the ‘shaft’ or base of it is lion like, black and smooth as it runs down his body. Along the sides are tail feathers, which are not overly long; they still seem like they might be bothersome with how many there are. At the end, instead of a tip of fur, it's a fan of more feathers, though just like the underside of his wings have the same dazzling feathers.     

Not a Harpy

While he may look harpy-like, he is not. And it is debatably much more ravenous and much more short tempered than one. But due to his similarities to a peacock It is often a topic of ridicule behind his back.

He tends to eat his meat raw. And while it’s sitting on a plate dressed all fancy, it’s simply just a cut of blood meat. He will not eat bird seed. He will throttle his brothers if they try that again. 

He helps protect Diavolo’s wealth, which is considered a big job, and even has his own collection of items. He hates comparisons to Mammon since he doesn’t just sell them off for money. He truly treasures every single item. He takes his time getting to understand the piece and even takes time to clean it, take care of it, and even repair it when it’s damaged or broken. He hasn’t run into an item he can’t fix. But oftentimes, because of this Many of his brothers flock to him, begging for him to fix something they broke. 

He also keeps a record book of his repairs and items he looks after. It’s a small magical book, about the size of a mini notebook, which seems to have endless pages despite its thin appearance. With how much he catalogs, he could run a museum with how much knowledge he has gained through everything.

No. He doesn’t just collect shiny things. He collects items with tragic backgrounds. Items which have been stolen, taken from their rightful owners. He gives them a place to be honored and respected, even if their original owners are long gone. He secretly attributes displaying them to the owners... Maybe hoping they find peace knowing it won’t be in the wrong hands and disrespected anymore.       

Spending time with you

You often just waltzed around like you owned the place. And while he found that infuriating to no end, he found that also somewhat attractive, though he’d never say that. The sheer confidence of you walking around his domain was alluring. Though he hoped you didn’t take it too far. 

But of course you did, and wound up getting everyone in the house to not only accept you, but crave you. You got wrapped up in everyone’s affairs, no matter if they were simple or not. It might have been pitiful if you hadn’t stuck your nose into his affairs. But as fate would have it, you forced him to stand at an intersection of change. He had no choice but to move forward and confront the things he would have happily kept secret. 

But the change that he once dreaded was refreshing. Sure, there were bumps, and he had to face the consequences of lying to his family, even if it was for their sake. But the sense of humility he had not had a taste of since his days as a divine beast, which he thought would be bitter, was quite bitter sweet. He thought bridges that were burned were slowly mended through time and the effort of both parties. 

And because of all that, he fell in love. Deep, deep longing and admiration that he’d never expected to have for another. It didn’t matter who you were, what you looked like, you had earned his respect. You were unapologetically you and he loved you for that. 

So now he takes you to his collection to show you the items he’s collected. He's showing off the things he’s proud of to get you interested. He feels proud when you see how well everything is taken care of. His feathers fluff up and shake when you are enraptured. But pointing it out gets him flustered as he tries to play it off, rubbing his feathers flat. 

He asks to join you on trips you find fun. He wants to learn so much more about you. He’ll try them out himself even if he doesn’t understand them. 

Whenever you accomplish something great, all his feathers fluff out, and you can see why everyone teases him for his peacock appearance. They spread wide and he looks so proud of you. Even the feathers on his head stand up on end and he coos praises at you. It doesn’t happen too often, but when he does do it, you can’t help but feel proud of yourself. His pride is rubbing off on you.

If he manages to get to sleep near you, it's either a nap, you sleeping in each other’s bed, or just falling asleep after a long day. He’ll preen you when he wakes up and still thinks you are asleep.      

Misc stuff

He’s not simple minded, but pointing a laser at the ground makes his pupils dilate. He won’t go after it. Not a chance. 

He takes a long time to get to bed. He has to not only make it, but kneed it and his pillow before curling up.

When called a harpy, or bird-like mocking names he gets really angry. But it's different when it comes to you, He'll just scoff. But endearing names he'll just let you call him.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me monster headcanons #lucifer x reader #peacock griffin #Peacock griffin lucifer

[crystalkleure]

Same image

#Obsessed with The Shape Of This Dude. Look at him. Ridiculous. #Crossed somewhere between Mangled White Chocolate Kit-Kat and Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Flailing Tube Man #Pokemon #Pokemon Ranger #Go Rock Quads #Shitpost #He's pulling a Gwyn BeyBurst. Somehow made entirely out of nothing but bones while simultaneously having no bones in his body whatsoever.

[markosmate]

Could you do one where the boys (poly or David) girl gets insecure after seeing other girls fawn over the boys so she try’s to dodge the boys thinking they’d be happier with someone else- also your writings are quickly becoming some of my favorites of the lost boys ff writers 💛💛💛

aww thank you so much!! that means so much to me and of course,, this is a really cute idea so i had fun writing this one. i chose to do poly, if you want me to write another one that’s just david i'd be happy to :) - 🧚🏻

cinnamon

pairing; poly!lost boys x reader

warnings; self doubt, insecurities

The first thing you noticed about the boys was how well they were dressed. Despite all of their outfits consisting in relatively dark colors, they all seemed to have their own little aesthetics that fit their personalities well. The second thing you noticed, was how they either seemed to completely deflect people, or draw them in like bees to honey. No in between. You felt drawn to them almost immediately, their punk yet boyish vibes rubbing off on you the perfect way immediately.

But after realizing how many girls flocked to them on the nightly, you refused to give into the butterflies in your stomach when you locked eyes with one of them for the first time. Instead, you turned on your heel and began making your way in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long for them to get you wrapped around their finger, almost like you got hooked on their line and they were pulling you in quicker than ever before.

You fell for each of them, hard, and in turn, they fell for you. After many conversations among the four of them, they decided to break both the news of what they were, and their plan of sharing you, in one night. You were honestly more shocked at their confession of feelings than you were about their apparent bat side.

Of course you were a little horrified at first. What do you mean your sweet boys drained people of their blood every night to survive? You didn’t quite believe either thing they were telling you until David flashed his face at you, yellow eyes and fangs galore. You stared at him for a good long while, taking it all in before the second confession hit you like a truck.

"You’re saying all four of you have feelings for me? Like, feelings feelings?" Your jaw dropped, looking each one in the eyes as they all nodded at you with cocky smirks on their faces. Except Dwayne, he was kinda sympathetic about dumping that all on you at once, you know - he’s a nice guy when he’s not killing people to survive. "Dwayne kills people?" That earned you a round of laughter that cooled the tension in the air.

That night, you let your walls down. After all, you could deal with a few girls flirting with them every few nights. Now that they were all with you, they'd surely turn down the flirting and make sure the girls knew they weren’t interested right? Wrong, completely and utterly wrong.

In fact, it almost seemed like they were doing the exact opposite. Dwayne and David were about the same, they never used seduction to lure in victims. They had always preferred to use stealth and intimidation. Paul, on the other hand?

Suddenly he didn’t know how to hunt without cat-calling three girls in the process.

It angered you to no end. But at the same time, it also dug up many self-doubting thoughts that seemed to ring around your head every time he or Marko did it. Would the boys be happier with someone else? One of those girls who constantly fawned over their every move, practically obsessed with your four boys? You didn’t know, and after a while of that insecurity building, you decided you didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Your distancing started out small. Not showing up at the boardwalk for a night here and there without telling them you weren't going to be able to make it, cancelling plans of going back to the cave with them to sleep there for the day. They noticed immediately, obviously, but they couldn’t for the life of them figure out why you were suddenly acting this way. And the night that they planned to ask you about what was wrong, you didn’t show up to the boardwalk. Nor did you didn’t show up to their meeting spot the next night either, or the night after that. On the fourth day of you not showing up, the boys were all practically ripping the hair out of their heads.

"I’m going crazy here, man! Why can’t we just go check on her?" Marko groaned, thumping his fingers on the handle of his bike.

"Because." David answered curtly, breathing in deep around the butt of his cigarette.

"Because?" Paul cried out, looking at his leader with an exasperated expression. "Something could be wrong with her and you’re just saying 'because'?"

"He’s letting his pride get in the way." Dwayne huffed out, taking a sip from his milkshake. "He wants her to come to us, not the other way around."

"This is ridiculous. I’m going to her man." Paul grunted, starting up his bike before revving the engine for extra effect.

"Right on, dude." The shorter blond mumbled under his breath, following the former's actions.

"I told you we need to wait." David narrowed his eyes at the two offending vampires.

"No, man. They have a point. Something's wrong." Dwayne defended the other two's protests. "She’s been distancing herself lately and suddenly she’s not showing up to be with us anymore?"

"Obviously we did something." Marko threw in. "She wouldn’t just stop talking to us if we hadn't done anything."

"She’s not like that, man." Paul concluded as they all stared directly at David knowing that he had to give in now.

"Alright. Let’s go." The grins on his three boys' face was infectious, and he had to hide his own to avoid the teasing that was sure to come if they were to notice it.

The four revved their bikes and were off to your house, arriving in a record-breaking four minutes. They parked their bikes down the street as to not raise suspicion from your parents and quietly made their way around the back of the house towards your window.

Paul took the opportunity to pick up a few small pebbles along the way, before tossing them gently up to your window.

After a few short moments, your face appeared to them as you pulled your curtains back.

Your eyes caught Dwayne's first as you stared down into the yard, trying to make out their shapes in the dark. You unlocked the window and threw it upwards, much harsher than you should’ve considering your parents were still very much asleep. "What are you doing here?" You hissed down to them after poking your head out of the opening in the window.

"Whoa, babe." Marko tried to calm you. "We’re your boyfriends, why aren’t we allowed to visit you?"

You glared at him before turning to gaze at each of them individually. "Please leave." You mumbled calmly. "I don’t want to see you guys right now."

"Babe?" Paul called up, voice cracking the tiniest bit. "What’s going on? Can we please come up?"

You frowned. You were doing this so that they could find someone else that they would be happier with, not to hurt them. Your eyes softened as you made eye contact with each of them once more, eyes locking with David's at last. "Come on up." You sighed, stepping away from the window and plopping down on your bed. A huge gust of wind came blowing through your room, pushing your curtains out of the way and rustling your hair as all four of your boys managed to stumble through your small window.

You reached over towards your headboard and grabbed the nearest pillow you could to hug to your chest. Immediately Paul threw himself on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body to hold you against him. David moved to lean back against your closet door. Dwayne stayed near the window, moving to sit against the sill as Marko just kind of fumbled about awkwardly in the middle, not quite knowing where to go.

"You guys have never been in here before." You muttered, trying to divert the conversation that you knew they would want to address immediately. "Just outside to pick me up."

David rolled his eyes at your stalling tactics, pushing himself off the closet door to walk over to you. He leaned down, slipping a finger under your chin to bring your head up to face him. "What’s going on kitten?"

You sighed, not knowing how to put it without sounding desperate or clingy. You opted to lean back against Paul's chest as he shifted to sit with a leg on either side of you. "I wanted to distance myself from you guys-"

"Why?" Paul and Marko blurted out before you could finish your sentence. Paul seemed hurt while Marko just seemed offended that you would lead them on only to ditch.

"She was trying to tell us, shut up." David shushed them both.

"I just- I thought that maybe if you guys didn’t have me holding you back... you could find a nice girl that you really like who makes you more happy than I do." You whispered, holding on tightly to the blond's wrist that were wrapped around your waist.

"Baby, why would you think that?" Dwayne cooed, moving to sit beside you and Paul as Marko and David visibly deflated at your confession.

"I don’t know... I guess I just- I just got kind of upset seeing all the girls that flock to you guys night after night. And then seeing Marko and Paul flirt back with them, even more than you guys did before we all started dating, it just kinda sealed it for me. I just... felt like you guys were better off before we started dating." You explained almost all in one breath. Paul buried his face in your neck as Marko moved to sit on the other side of you. David kneed onto one knee and cupped your face to encourage your eyes to meet his own.

"Doll, we want you. That’s why we chose you. We don’t want them. We want you baby." He whispered, scanning your face to try and read what emotion you were feeling.

"And I’m just dumb, babe. You know I never mean it when I flirt with them. They’re just meals, you’re everything to me." Paul pouted, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and shoulder. "If I had known that it bothered you that much, I would have stopped right when you said the word."

"Yeah, baby doll. We won’t do it anymore, promise. They could never compare to you." Marko grinned at you, leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled back, your smile was already beginning to return to your lips.

David grinned at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "All you had to do was tell us, kitten. You didn’t have to put yourself through all this self-doubt. We’re yours."

You smiled softly at him, leaning into his gloved hand. "I love you guys."

That night, three of your boys fell asleep curled against each other at the foot of the bed. You slipped out of Paul's arms, causing him to toss and turn until he found Marko's body to pull into his own. You crawled up the bed towards the headboard where Dwayne was leaned back against a bunch of your stuffed animals. He gathered you tightly in his arms as you curled up against his side.

"Go to sleep." He whispered into your hair. "I'll wake you up before me and the boys leave to say goodbye." You knew he wouldn't, but it made you smile anyway. You tried to keep your eyes open, trying to make the moment last as long as possible as you knew they would all have to leave in a few hours before the sun rose but you couldn’t deny how comfy it was to sleep against Dwayne. You fell asleep to the sensation of him pressing kisses to the crown of you head in rhythm you couldn’t pick up on.

"My cinnamon." He whispered just as you finally drifted off. "How could you ever doubt the love we have for you?"

Quick AN:// you’re LYING to yourself in you try to say the image of david curled up with marko and paul doesn’t sound like the absolute cutest!! okay i’m done hehe, i have three more requests to work on so i need to get started on those,, bye y’all mwah <33

#alex winter #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #kiefer sutherland #david x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #the lost boys poly #the lost boys x reader

[lydias--stiles]

6 for juke?

KISS PROMPTS (closed) 6. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift

(canon)  Julie and Luke’s relationship was very easy. They did it their way - their own, quintessential ‘Luke and Julie’ way - and more didn’t need to be explained. It was so unconventional, that trying to twist it into something regular was obsolete. 

Loving each other was easy. It was easy to love the way dimples adorned his cheeks and the way her nose scrunched up when she sang, when he matched that as they shared a mic. It was easy to fawn over her voice or every impassioned speech that spouted from his lips. Easy, like breathing. How could she not love him when each time they kissed, he interrupted to grin like an idiot? How could he not be head over heels for her when she always gravitated towards him, whether it was onstage, in the studio, in her room?  

All the other stuff was just a fun exercise in ghost-human shenanigans. 

Barely stepping foot in the studio, Luke poofed in front of her and scooped her into a hug. Julie giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep her up, giddy smiles meeting in the middle for a chaste kiss. 

“So eager,” she teased.

“Always.”

Alex gagged from his place on the couch. “Yeah, we’re still here, guys.”

Reg shushed him. “They’re in love! Let them!”

With a roll of the eye, Luke set her down and allowed himself to be tugged by the hand out the studio. He didn’t know if they were going to her room to continue, to write, to talk - but it didn’t matter. Wherever Julie was, he’d follow. 

The Luke and Julie way. 

It was a bit of everything, he quickly realised. When the door shut behind them, the couple flowed between kisses, whispers about lyrics they’ve thought of, anecdotes of school. If he concentrated hard enough, he was able to imagine himself as a real boy. As an actual teenage dude being so fucking gone for a girl. Which he was, he just couldn’t remind himself he was, essentially, air.

As long as Julie didn’t care, neither would he. 

They laid side by side on her bed, peering into the other’s eyes as he recounted a story from back in the 90s. He didn’t do that a lot. It was weird to talk about the past, a time that didn’t include Julie, when it felt like she’s always somehow been there. 

She was so all-encompassing, it was as if he drifted in some Julie-bubble and couldn’t get out. Didn’t want to either. Alex called it the honeymoon phase, though Luke suspected it was a little more than that.

While he joked about Reggie’s misplaced obsession with motorcycles (“That dude and electricity? Not a match.”), he relished in the way her nails traced shapes and lines up his arms and hands. It almost felt like a massage, sparking warmth in his veins and relaxing his muscles at once.

They wrapped around his fingers, rubbing against the callouses and gliding past the silver rings, as if to memorise each and every atom of his body.    

He didn’t know what spurred it on. One second he was talking, the next he coaxed her hip closer ‘til they were chest to chest. She stopped her ministrations, surprised, and waited for him to explain. 

When he didn’t, she smiled. “Head empty, just needing me closer?”

He laughed, vaguely remembering the day Flynns showed the boys the meme, and nodded. “Yeah, and-”

And that was when he knew. The way her fingertips tapped against the metal, stilled, then laced their hands together. How the silver had glinted in her pretty, brown eyes, intent on his to get every detail of the story.

“-and I want you to, uh,” his eyes averted, bashful, “have one of my rings. If you want that.”

“Your rings?” she whispered. 

“We know you can wear my stuff,” he mumbled, noting the red jacket slung on her desk chair, “so… yeah.”

Julie was speechless, something he didn’t often see. There was always a quick retort, a quip, some witty little thing that drove him wild and challenged his own skills. Seeing her like this… he could get used to it. 

Taking out his hand from beneath hers, he chose the one he liked the most. It was chunky and probably a little too big for her, but she’d make it work. Not one to hesitate, he slipped it on her middle finger and was pleased when it fit snug. 

“Looks a little funny,” he drawled, winking, “but-”

Julie silenced him with a searing kiss. His eyes widened for a beat, surprised by the ardent passion enveloped in one single touch, and melted into it the second after. God, if he could drown in everything that made up Julie, he would. 

His lips hardly kept up, hers chasing and kissing and leading as her hands cradled his cheeks. Somehow, she crawled on top and he found himself in heaven. 

Damn, he should’ve given her his rings sooner. 

Driven wild, he pushed himself up and grabbed onto her to gain some control. She giggled against his lips, the sound coming out in breathless puffs. If he were to look in a mirror, he’d see his mussed up hair and swollen lips and flushed skin. 

(He kept his eyes on her though, adoring the way her curls danced around her face and her mouth was puckered into a tender smile.)  

Luke let out a ragged exhale. “Some piece of metal gets you going?”

Julie shook her head and kissed him again, softer this time. It burned just the same.

“I love you,” she uttered, every letter laced with devotion.

A ridiculously giddy expression bloomed on his face. Swiping his thumbs against her cheek and waist, he realised he’d never get tired of hearing that. 

“And I love the ring,” she added. The unsaid implication hung between them, neither interested in voicing it. There wasn’t a need for it - not right now (maybe not ever). 

But both knew. That was what mattered. 

“I love you too - and damn, Jules!” He mockingly swiped his palm against his mouth. “If you have a crush on me, you should’ve just said so!”

The girl rolled her eyes and pushed his chin in retaliation, him swivelling right back with a dopey grin.        

“The joke’s getting old,” she quipped. 

His tongue clicked. “Is it though?”

When she didn’t respond and instead rolled her eyes again, he abruptly snatched her hips and rolled them over. Julie squealed in surprise, yelling ‘Luke’ and ‘idiot’ in the same breath and him enjoying every second of it. Her hand curled around his shirt, the ring on full display, and pulled him closer. He felt it again. That unending pool of fondness for her, becoming more infinite with each second spend together. He loved her, he loved her, loved her, loved her more than she knew. 

Yeah, the Luke and Julie way of loving one another was surprisingly easy.

#juke #kiss prompts #jatp fanfiction #ask ophelia

[sylph-feather]

Title: Ectoplasmic Fossils

Summary: "Actually, Dad?  I wanted to be a paleontologist."

Prompt: Prompt is the same as the summary. Prompter is gaunttwister, team halfa. 

Wordcount:  2453

Notes: Can you tell I was a dinosaur kid.....

For a Danny in familiar world, his first positive thought after becoming a ghost and learning ghosts existed (after, of course, a litany of terror), was as follows: imagine the new world I could explore. He considered this while staring into the swirling portal that lead to places unknown, and in his mind he compared it to the vast and beautiful unknown of space.

This Danny, in this less familiar universe, was less impressed by the portal itself; of course, he was in awe of it from a technical perspective, but nothing that deeply riveting, that personal spark of exploration— not from its wrought metal or whirling green center, that is. No, this was his thought, in replacement of the other spark: if ghosts exist, what things have been made ghosts over the years? What old life could be discovered? 

Danny, you see, did not desire to explore space in this universe. No. He was fascinated by paleontology. Star books were replaced by compendiums of dinosaur species, models of rockets and stations replaced by scientifically accurate models and bones, diagrams of ships replaced by diagrams of feathery, toothsome things. You get the picture. 

Where these obsessions came from… who was to say? Why one fixation over the other? Did this Danny latch onto his parent’s obsession with the dead and translate it into this, rather than translating it into the more vague idea of exploring the unknown? Or was it as simple as an exposure to different things; a cartoon with scientifically inaccurate dinosaurs rather than a ridiculous sci fi premise, or perhaps watching Jurassic Park too young rather than Star Wars…? The child’s mind is prone to flights of fancy that stick— that’s the  the final conclusion, no matter the exact cause of specifics. 

Regardless, his parents engaged in it; provided him with aforementioned objects— models, posters, etcetera— and generally encouraged his interests. The most annoying was when they tried to sell him on ghosts by using dinosaurs as a sort of bribery; they talked of the possibilities of discovering undocumented species and anatomy with the ghost forms of creatures from long ago, a sort of tempting what if, to lure Danny to their side. 

Up until today, when a portal had electrocuted half the life out of him, Danny didn’t believe it. 

Sam, Tucker, and Danny were all reclined in Danny’s bedroom— all fully human, though Danny still felt a bit… simultaneously charred and charged, which he supposed made sense given he’d just been fried by a nasty shock (to put it lightly). 

His two friends were sending him worried looks— also sensible, given not half an hour ago Danny was significantly ghostier, and significantly panic-ier. Now, though, while Sam and Tucker sent each other concerned glances to communicate wordlessly, Danny was simply considering the possibilities. Gooey species of jellyfish and slug-like creatures that hadn’t been preserved! Confirmation of the placement or use of bones, especially controversial ones like the hollowed crest of the Parasaurolophus or the gastralia of many beasts! Behavior that could only be guessed at via anatomical features! The degree to which feathers coated their body! Colors! 

...And so on and so forth. It was all enough to bring a wide grin to Danny’s face— which was a bit creepy given he’d just died. 

“Dude,” Tucker grimaced, snapping Danny out of his reverie, “are you, like, coping well—“ 

“We have to go into the Ghost Zone,” Danny cut him off with excited urgency. 

Sam blinked at him owlishly. “Now? Why?” 

“Not now, I guess, necessarily,” Danny brushed off, filled with excited energy. His eyes were shining when he turned them to his new friends— “imagine what ancient things we could find as ghosts.” 

Tucker facepalmed and groaned. “Of course the first thing you’re thinking of is dinosaurs.” 

Sam eased a bit, brushing off her initial assumption that Danny had some weird, ghostly pull to the green portal. “Well, at least you’re seeing the bright side,” she huffed sarcastically. 

Danny crossed his arms in a pout. “I’m not just thinking of dinosaurs.” No, he was thinking of other eras of ancient things too, of course. 

Tucker shot him a look, but broke it with a laugh and didn’t prod further. 

  xXx

  It was, of course, a disappointment when the first ghosts that came through were too formless to tell what they had been, if they were anything but raw emotion. It was an even bigger disappointment when the first fully-formed ghosts were largely human-shaped. With the exception of dragons— which Danny definitely did not count— there was nothing that bore any resemblance to extinct creatures. 

On top of this, Danny had sort of let go of the go find dinos in the Ghost Zone NOW mentality, because… well, despite insatiable curiosity, he didn’t know his way around the place at all. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, or if he was even expecting it to be easy to begin with, but going into a directionless green abyss where orientation did not exist… well, needless to say that Danny knew he could not find his way to whatever ancient beast ghosts were there, if they did even exist in the first place. And he certainly didn’t want to risk his life knocking on doors of who-knows-what, or drifting around ghostly islands in the middle of who-knows-where. And that’s not even touching that technically Walker wants his arrest for a reason Danny only sort of remembers because it was so dumb. 

And so, for the first handful of months of his existence as a halfa, Danny contents himself with theorization. It’s hard to think too much about dinosaurs anyways, because it’s hard to think too much about anything— despite being a teen and thus being prone to sleep deprivation, the ghost fighting combined with high school has lead Danny to a new level of exhaustion, one that he is still adjusting to. His grades hurt for it, as do his passions. 

Slowly, though, he does adjust— enough to be confident to go in the Zone, and enough to have actually smart thoughts without his brain fizzling out. 

In the moment where Phantom and the Red Huntress found themselves in Skulker’s lair, Danny was largely scared and exasperated at alternating points. It wasn’t until that situation was… resolved (and thank goodness both hunters didn’t pulverize him) that Danny was slapped with a marvelous idea of tangential connections.

Skulker is a hunter. The Zone’s greatest hunter, he claimed, though Danny didn’t know if he believed that much. Still. The point still stood that it was a reasonable bet that Skulker was into rare and dangerous prey, if his arsenal and his fleet of pelts were anything to go by.

All this to say that Danny thought that maybe, just maybe, Skulker would know about dinosaur ghosts. That miniscule spark of hope was enough; Danny felt he deserved to see what he’d always so desperately wanted to see after the thought of dinosaur ghosts entered his mind as a believable thing. 

Danny had to ask— even if there was a high chance Skulker didn’t know or did know but wouldn’t tell, and the fact that asking Skulker was at great risk of being at best, involved in their typical scuffling, and at worst, captured. Danny only had dinos on the brain, though, and maybe he wasn’t awake enough to consider the full consequences of the impulsive thought. 

So he enacted his plan as a teen enacted anything: rashly, suddenly, and without much forethought. Even calling it a plan alone was generous; all the half-ghost did was float into the Zone in the general direction of Skulker’s island, foolishly calling out to Skulker as he floated through. Naturally, he came prepared— not with weapons, or maps, but with a bag containing his phone, a journal, and his comprehensive dinosaur book… just in case he did end up seeing any. 

The mechanical suit showed his flaming mug quite close to his island. Bright, solid green eyes blinked, and Skulker— who had not had the time to pull up hs egotistical Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter speech in his shock— said in a surprised tone, “don’t you have other things to do?” 

Danny did. He did this in favor of an important English essay on 1984 that he had— Danny had tried wrapping his mind around thought crime and contradictions, and once he put the book down he immediately decided I can think on all that and, I’d much rather find dinosaurs. So here he was. 

Skulker shook himself out of that surprise, and levelled a laser that popped out of his arm at Danny. “No matter! Prey is prey, and you are good prey!” 

“Wait!” Danny barked, confident enough (and strange and out of place enough) to give the other ghost pause, making Skulker lower the laser just slightly, a modicum of movement to say go on, or at least indicate curiosity. “I want to see dinosaurs,” Danny said authoritatively, simply. 

Skulker stared, weapon still whining slightly. His slightly slack jaw and slumped arm just screamed huh? 

And thus began a ramble— “I’ve always wanted to see dinosaurs, and once I realized ghosts existed, I figured ghost dinosaurs had to exist, right?” Not waiting for an answer, Danny ploughed ahead. “And I thought of all the ghosts I’ve met, you seem like you maybe, hopefully know where any ghost dinos are, with the whole hunting schtick—“ 

Skulker cut off Danny’s rambling with honesty: “I’m not sure if I should be amused, flattered, or honored, ghost child.”

“As long as you’re not violent?” Danny said slowly, tipping his head, still assessing Skulker as though to try to suss out whether he was a threat still or no 

Skulker himself was still trying to figure out the answer to that question— did he want to be a threat, want to hunt Phantom? Or did he want to pause and take a moment to indulge the bright, sparkling curiosity in his eyes…? 

Skulker gave an awkward cough, a sort of choked harumph sound. He started slowly, unsurely, “I suppose.” He added hurriedly— “to reward you for being such good prey.” 

Danny huffed. “Way to make it weird,” the halfa grumbled— but he wasn’t able to keep up a petulant persona for long, because the excitement shone through too brightly to conceal. Because dinosaurs. “That means you know where to find them?” Danny’s voice was approaching something that could only be described as a squeal. 

Skulker once again paused for contemplation, because those islands were one of his prized hunting spots… the dinosaurs regenerated (as most strong, full ghosts did), but they still were a great joy to hunt. Among the dinosaur-ridden chunks of land, there were also significantly less interesting hunts— the cambrian period areas, for example, didn’t have much that provided a very thrilling chase… they just sort of scooted around. Then again, it was clear the ghost child cared not for the hunt, so Skulker supposed he could share. 

Skulker made a gruff noise, internally considering that of course he would hunt down the halfa anyways, and Danny didn’t regenerate like full ghosts— so it wasn’t like he had to share for long. Granted, it wasn’t like a hunter to lead prey into anything but a trap, but Skulker didn’t have much to argue against that thought, so he just… didn’t think about it, justifying it with a vague “honor” tangent in his mind.

To answer the question after much internal debate on sharing, his own softness, etcetera, Skulker simply said, “yes, I know where to find them. Follow me.” 

The halfa was lost in excitement, doing flips in the air and going on a ramble that the mechanized ghost utterly drowned out as they jetsetted through the Zone at rapid speed. 

I could skewer him right now, Skulker thought over the whine of his jetpack. The thought had no heat to it, though, especially when Skulker took a pause to look at the exuberant teenager. 

It wasn’t long to consider thoughts of said skewering, anyways. The Ghost Zone was a strange place; once someone had been somewhere and knew the way, the green abyss would fold out of its own way to get them there again when they wanted it. Skulker had long stopped questioning it, if he ever questioned it in the first place, but Phantom was quite in awe of the quick travel, and the way their scenery had subtly compressed then stretched into a new horizon around them as they flew— only now was he realizing the complete change in surroundings. 

Skulker just hovered and watched as those luminous green eyes darted from unfamiliar door to unfamiliar door until they settled on the main attraction: a vast set of islands, incomprehensibly expansive and swirling around each other in a compressed way special to the Ghost Zone’s laws of space.

Danny’s eyes widened, and he let out a sound of pure, concentrated excitement. “This is it,” he said, and it was partially a question but mostly seemed to function as a statement to convince himself. 

Danny shot immediately to the nearest island, a chunk of land covered in a swampy rainforest and thick ferns. From the brush, a large thing burst forth, chittering and cawing. 

Danny took in the huge, feathered raptor— feathers of blue and green, as with all ghosts, but otherwise so… different. It was so different, seeing it in the… well, not flesh, ectoplasm, but the point still stood. Danny hovered above that island, frozen with awe, and the creature stared back at him with eyes that were not slit and were observant, and it clicked its lizard-like mouth around its sharp teeth and flared its feathers with some degree of fright… and Danny could think of nothing better than that moment of pure, extreme joy and awe and sheer wonder. 

Skulker saw all that on the teen’s face and thought again, this time with heat: I could skewer him right now. Their little agreement was over, the debt of providing a good chase repaid, and now it was time for the halfa to become prey once again. A laser charged up—

Beep, beep, beep. The laser cut off with the notification, and Skulker gave a surprised grunt. 

Danny made a noise. “You scared it off,” he groaned, but even that couldn’t get him down, because he went plummeting off towards the fern forest with a joyous laugh. 

Gorilla feeding time, Skulker’s suit informed him in the meanwhile. 

“No,” he barked uselessly, already jetting away, “I thought I’d gotten rid of this—!” 

The last thing the mechanical ghost saw was Phantom, plunging into the underbrush, crowing with laughter, dinosaur dreams fulfilled.

#phic phight #phic phight 2021 #phicphight21 #phicphight2021 #dp #danny phantom #phic #my fic #my writing

[weareintheblankbit]

Just had a thought reading this. I think Mac very likely had a wee bit of a slutty phase after he came out. To be precise, the timelines in my head go like this (I’ve kept this under a “keep reading” because jesus this got lengthy):

- From “Charlie catches a Leprechaun” to “Dennis’ Double Life” I reckon he was just trying to navigate the gay nightlife waters (probs secretly until “Hero or Hate Crime”. After he came out: imagine a dog going for a car ride) I can see him very poorly dressed for clubbing, slightly soft around the edges and wearing a mesh shirt that is a bit too big for him, terrorising all the gays with appalling conversational skills, karate dance moves, too much hair gel and the biggest smile :D This Mac doesn’t have game, but gosh darn it, he’s gonna try his best.

- The gay clubbing scene wasn’t really working for him. He probably was trying to be a nonchalant party stud, while desperately wanting somebody to love him, exuding insecurity and desperation. Rejection on the dancefloor is not what a love-starved dude that’s come out on his 40s needs. And then in “Dennis’ Double Life”, he has the opportunity to live out the fake relationship trope, and with somebody that has known him for so long, somebody that gets him. I think that must have made him so happy. But Dennis leaves (him) :(

- From the moment they blow up the Range Rover, my head cannon is that Mac’s also burning his fleeting hope of finally achieving romantic bliss with his life-long crush. He tries the Rainbow again, becoming the unhinged beautiful slutty hunk the OP was talking about. The whole getting ripped thing fits very well to me: Mac’s feeling his oats as a gay man, actually getting attention and having the sex he’s always wanted (and denied to himself for so many years). Of course, Mac being Mac, he’s gonna be being very vocal about EVERYTHING. Impressing the gang is not his only other motivator; in the group dynamic Dennis is the sexy beast, he’s the one that’s often showed off his body, always being vocal about his sexual endeavours. While Dennis was away, Mac filled in for him. (Mac also has a tendency to copycat shit other people do that he interprets as cool). He also carries on doing this after Dennis comes back, which could be him levelling himself up to Dennis, rubbing in his face how much action he’s actually been getting while he was away, and him being an unhinged horny puppy, simultaneously.

- Now, the exciting new lifestyle is not quite working. The gang is not at all impressed with his new physique, they find him even more annoying -which looks like lazy writing but most likely while Dennis was away Mac was clingier and needier towards the rest of the gang- and he still has a Dennis-shaped hole. First he gets the sex doll, and shortly after, the real thing. So! Dennis is back, and... Well, he can’t help himself. He’s been getting real attention from other dudes, he’s looking hot, feeling hot... If any Mac is gonna have a chance with Dennis, it’s gonna be this version, right? Hence all the times he’s apparently tried to kiss Dennis (as mentioned in “Time’s Up for the Gang”), the talk about deepthroating dude’s fingers (this was only in the bloopers but I’m including it) the touches that Dennis shrugs off, the “as I gay man, I do” when Dennis talks about how they know how good he looks in leather.

- This act gets the first cracks during “The Gang Gets New Wheels”, when he says he could do much better than dating Charlie, and Charlie goes “then why don’t you”. I feel you, Mac, it does get harder when you’re older, but let’s be honest here. We start to circle back to Mac’s true longing: something more meaningful. We are shown Mac’s desired alternate reality in “The Gang Does a Clipshow” when he imagines Dennis leaving Paddy’s, but this time with him. He still tries to find solace in aggressive wanking (”The Gang Solves the Bathroom Crisis”) and shirtless Rex (”The Gang Wins the Big Game”), but he just ends up chafed, and Rex is more Invigaron Berry than beefcake at this point.

- We’ve arrived at “Mac Finds his Pride”, where we finally have a Mac that openly admits he doesn’t know where he fits, or how to feel fulfilled as a gay man. Definitely not objectifying himself (bye bye Rainbow, and fuck you Paddy’s parade float), not through cliches like leather culture and drag queens. But first things first, there’s a last piece of the mask he needs to shed, in front of the person with whom he’s needed to be the most delusional: Luther.

- After “Pride”, we start S14 with romance. “The Gang Gets Romantic”, Mac is leading the scheme, Dennis is stepping down to second place, and Mac becomes the romantic lead he yearns to be (if only for a second).

The rest of season 14 I think has more to do with Dennis having his own freakout than Mac. In my opinion, Mac gets so ridiculously clingy and anxious about Dennis approval because Dennis is acting fucking weird, and Mac, having tried and failed to make Dennis want him, doesn’t know how to bring the dynamic duo back, or how to prevent Dennis from leaving again.

I just wanted to also mention something I’ve seen in the macdennis tag already, which is the way Mac dresses in season 14. He’s covering himself more (more to do with Rob getting rid of his tattoos with laser beams I think but let’s overthink this headcannon to death), he’s not so obsessed with showing his glamour muscles (he actually has proper muscles now, so he doesn’t need to act up). He’s just trying to get comfy (uwu).

Like I said, I reckon S14 is more about Dennis’ feelings, but Mac is still dealing with this new stage in his life, and apart from his Dennis freak outs, he’s also trying to know what’s his relationship with God as an openly gay man ("The Gang Solves Global Warming"), struggles with being assertive ("The Gang Chokes"), and tries to hold onto the last of his family life (Poppins!).

Ehm. So. Yep.

#macdennis #IASIP #mac macdonald #dennis reynolds #sunny headcannons are all I have #work has drained all happiness from me #these dumb bitches give me joy #haha imagine if after posting it twice and staying late nobody cares about this because the whole fandom has already discussed everything #haha #edit: plottwist this is not showing in the macdennis tag kill me

[dykexion]

What are some of your favorite horror movies? I feel like the ones you reblog are super interesting ones I haven't heard of before!

oohohohoho okay thank u so much for this ask i am basicaly always willing to go a little off the rails abt my fav horror films :) this got a little long so i'm putting it under a read more!

i'll mention some of my probably less well known favs here because i think talking about movies like that is more interesting and it's always fun to find a good movie you'd never really considered before. i tend to mostly gravitate towards horror comedies and films with interesting practical effects, so that helps lead me to stuff that's not quite so mainstream

ok so first off, probably my fav horror film which i DEFINITELY recommend is behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon (2006). it's a meta horror comedy that's two parts mockumentary and one part actual slasher - the first 2/3 of the film is a student film crew following a guy (named leslie vernon) who wants to be the next big slasher a la freddy or jason (who are real people who existed in this universe) as he shows them the tricks of the trade and how he's setting up the place where he plans to make his killing debut, and the final part of the film switches to a more typical slasher type setting as the crew's conscience sets in and they get involved to try and stop leslie. i think it's a really fun film that you can tell had a lot of love and effort put into it. it's funny and the characters are enjoyable and it includes a character played by freddy krueger himself, robert englund which is always a bonus. my one friend who's really into horror films (including some really weird obscure shit) actually hadn't heard of the film before i convinced him to watch it with me and he loved it, so it's always something i try to recommend to people - especially since you can find the whole film on youtube. they also did a comic a couple years back which i haven't been able to read but it seems pretty interesting!

another fav of mine which is kind of a guilty pleasure is slumber party massacre 2 (1987). this one isn't actually a particularly good movie per se (it had a budget of $500,000 and grossed $1.3 million) but i personally find it really enjoyable due to some good practical effects, decent characters, and just how batshit crazy it gets - the killer is literally a leather-clad rocker who kills people with a giant drill attached to the end of his guitar, and he gets a musical number. where else am i going to get that but in this film? despite the kinda sleazy sounding name it's really not that bad and i personally think it's the best out of the spm trilogy (which iirc was created as satire), all of which were written and directed by women! also just look at this dude. i am obsessed with him.

probably my second favourite horror and also likely the most well known on this list as it's absolutely a cult classic is re-animator (1985) which i've been posting about a lot recently lmao. it's a (very loose) modernised adaptation of hp lovecraft's story herbert west - reanimator and i just think it is a delightfully fun movie to watch. it's just this gay little mad scientist and his well-meaning assistant/roommate (oh my god they were roommates) dan doing fucked up little experiments with this serum herbert made to try and bring the dead back to life, except it really doesn't work as he intended it to. it's funny and quite gory and has some pretty good practical effects which is always a bonus in my book. herbert west is a little fucking asshole and at one point he vibe checks a dude with an oversized shovel and then uses it to decapitate him with blood splatters galore. warning for a brief but very distasteful scene including aforementioned severed head (which has since been reanimated) and a naked lady, in case you haven't heard of that infamous scene which was really Not Necessary.

there's also from beyond (1986) that i've been reblogging stuff from recently which is another lovecraft adaptation (from a story with the same name) made by the same people as re-animator and starring mutlitple of the same cast members as well, including the actor who played the titular herbert west playing a main character in this film too. this movie is fucking weird man, it's just strange. my fav horror youtuber (scaredy cats) called this film "a horny puppet nightmare" in the video he did on it and that's definitely an apt description. there's uhhhh a lot of things wrong with this movie and it is DEFINITELY not for everyone but i enjoy it mostly for the cast, how batshit crazy it is, and also the effects. every monster in this movie (and there's a few) is so wet and slimy looking and i am obsessed with it. one dude basically turns himself into a gooey almost penis shaped monster it's so ridiculous there is so much going on in this movie like what the actual fuck.

leaving off this post here because i think if i say anything more it'll be completely unbearable and i think i've already said too much lmao so uh

tl;dr i largely love weird and funny movies which are often low budget and of....questionable quality that aren't as well known as more mainstream movies and i def recommend behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon, slumber party massacre 2, and re-animator in particular if you're into this kinda thing!

#sorry if this got too long and you just wanted a quick simple response lol i have brain worms #i'm pretty much always open to conversations about this stuff btw so thanks lol #imagine me wearing a gian badge that says 'talk to me about horror films' #also some of my more well known favs are halloween (1978 and 2018) black christmas (1974) the nightmare on elm st movies #(particularly 3 new nightmare and freddy vs jason lol) and the evil dead movies! #i've been meaning to watch they live and anna and the apocalypse but i promised my friend i'd watch them with him lol #OH ALSO BONUS MENTION FOR LOST BOYS (1987) which was basically the bridge into actually enjoying horror for me #which i mainly watched because it has alex winters in it and bill and ted is like my fav movie ever lol #[infodumps about weird horror movies] so anyway #sorry if this is annoying or weirdly written at some points lmao my brain is all over the place today #also just now realising that damn a lot of my fav horror movies are just weird shit from the 80s huh #asks #i'll try to keep any other posts i make on this subject a little shorter lmfao

[that-rock-chick]

Love Bites

Love sucks. That's pretty much common knowledge. Combine that with addiction, money, fame, and childhood trauma and you've got a recipe for disaster.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Same shit, different fucking day.

Don't ask me how I'm balancing six days a week at my job and band practice three to four days a week, because I truly have no fucking idea. I tried college but once the band formed, I cut that out of my schedule completely.

It's been about a months since the argument with Gwen and Tiffany went down and our band hasn't practiced. I tried to be sympathetic for the longest time, but it's beyond ridiculous now. Veronica, Tiffany, and I have been wanting to do band stuff but Gwen refuses because she's mad that Tiffany is dating a man SHE broke up with. It's not like Tiffany did it intentionally, and the fact that she's letting her own personal stuff interfere with our band is really pissing me off.

We've all got shit going on, but Gwen loves being a drama queen. Veronica has suggested kicking her out of the band a few times and Tiffany has echoed the same sentiment, but I don't think my patience has thinned to that extent just yet.

But it's getting there.

Young musicans aren't hard to come by, but finding someone who fits the band's sound as perfectly as Gwen's adds on a large layer of difficulty that I'm not prepared for. We'd have to start all over, teach our new singer the songs, establish chemistry...it seems exhausting and more trouble than it's worth, at least for the time being.

"Hey Julie." Dylan greeted me as I walked past, something he does whenever we work together. Sometimes it ends up being the best part of my day.

As the day progresses, I find myself smiling a lot more than I usually do. Customers are easier to deal with and a large amount of them were actually friendly. It created a light-hearted atmosphere in the restaurant that we don't get too often, unfortunately. The time seemed to fly by.

"Good luck Dylan." I said goodbye and walked out of the front door. Dylan was always there a hour before I arrived, and an hour before I left. The rest of the staff is pretty cool, but Dylan is the only one I'd consider to be a friend of mine. He's essentially the less musically inclined male version of me.

I head to our rehearsal space for the second time this week. I've extended the invitation to Gwen, as if she needs an invitation to show up to her own fucking band's rehearsal. If she doesn't show up tonight, she's out. Our time is just as important as hers and we're all tired of it being wasted.

I'm usually the first person to show up, but some days that isn't the case, like today.

"Hey." Gwen says shyly.

I give her a blank stare and proceeded to put my things down on a table nearby.

"Nice of you to finally decided to show up." I stated plainly.

"Look, I know I've missed a lot of practice and I totally understand the three of you being pissed at me, but can you please take one second to see this from my perspective?"

I couldn't help but scoff at what was coming out of Gwen's mouth. Has she seriously taken an objective look at the situation and came to the conclusion that she has a leg to stand on.

"Okay fine. You broke up with a guy, he moved onto Tiffany, you were so jealous that he wasn't falling you around like a lost puppy, and you took it out on Tiffany."

Gwen rolled her eyes but before she could speak, Tiffany and Veronica entered the room. Anger was written all over Tiffany's face, while Veronica seemed to be as cool as a cucumber.

That's one thing I've always liked about Veronica. She can keep her cool in some pretty tough situations. That's not all there is to like about her, though. She's utterly gorgeous. Her dark skin and hair that was almost always styled in an afro were truly beautiful features that I couldn't help but admire. She's beautiful, smart, talented, and has an amazing personality. She's the full package.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tiffany wasted no time begining the screaming match we all knew was about to go down.

"We're in the same band." Gwen managed to maintain her regular tone of voice, but if I know Tiff like I think I do, and trust me, I do, she'll keep going until she sets Gwen off and then everything will go up in flames.

"Clearly the band hasn't been very high on your list of priorities for the past four weeks. Finally make time in your schedule for us, princess?" Tiffany was speaking with her genuine emotions, but part of her wanted to get a reaction out of Gwen. She knows how Gwen feels about being called "princess".

Gwen looks like she wants to say something to Tiffany that would no doubt escalate the situation even further, but she takes a deep breath and regains her composure.

"I'm sorry, okay? For everything. Julie was right, I should've maintained my professionalism above all else...and I shouldn't have put some guy over you and our friendship."

The three of us looked at Gwen semi-shocked. That girl never apologizes for anything. Instead of responding, Tiffany tells Veronica and I that she's stepping out for a smoke.

I'm not sure if we should discuss things further or let bygones be bygones, but it's not exactly my place to make that call.

Tiffany returns just as I finshed tuning my guitar and walked up to Gwen. If I didn't know Tiffany, I'd say she was going to punch Gwen in the face with the speed she was moving.

"That whole situation was fucked up, but I know how hard it is for you to apologize to people, so I forgive you." Tiffany pulls Gwen in for a hug and for the first time in awhile, things seem okay between the four of us.

"I would like to reiterate that Gwendolyn said I was right." I smiled proudly.

"Yeah, don't get used to hearing that from me."

It was nice while it lasted, at least.

Band practice turned out to be super productive, and it hasn't been that way in a long time. We got a lot of work done today and hopefully we can keep this up for awhile. We spent about 7 hours in our rehearsal space and it felt more like 5 minutes. Time really does fly when you're surrounded by positivity.

The girls and I said our goodbyes and parted ways for the night. Tiffany had mentioned that we haven't seen each other this past month like we usually do. Of course I feel bad about that, she's been my best friend for so long. But I've been spending a lot of time with the Guns N' Roses boys...Axl in particular can be a persuasive little shit when he wants to be. I've already told the guys that Tiffany's birthday is this weekend and they can't keep monopolizing my time. I need more feminine energy!

"Julie!" I hear someone call out. I recognize the voice as soon as it hits my ears.

"Hey Slash, what's up?"

Minus Izzy, I'm becoming pretty close with the members of Guns N' Roses. I just wish that man wasn't so goddamn illusive.

Slash and I walk and talk. Clearly he's decided we're hanging out tonight. I don't mind it much since Tiffany's going out with Victor tonight, Gwen is visiting her parents, and Veronica is doing god knows what, like always. So even if I wanted to make plans with someone, it's not like I had anyone else anyway.

"I don't think anyone's at the house, besides Izzy." From the way he phrased his sentence, it was a clear indication that Slash had no interest in staying at the "Hell House" with Izzy, he usually opted to spend his nights the same way he spent his days: completely wasted. It didn't matter if it was alcohol or heroin, if it got him high, he'd take it.

But this isn't about Slash. I want to see Izzy...I might have a slight obsession with a man who has never even said a single word to me, but I mean, he's absolutely gorgeous. There's something about him that keeps me drawn to him and I'm determined to figure out what it is. No matter how long it takes me.

"Then let's go to the house."

Before Slash can process what I said so he could say no, I grab him by the arm and run as fast as I possibly can while dragging a grown man behind me. It only takes about 15 seconds of running before I realized, Slash in tow or not, I'm very out of shape. I'm running out of breath, determined to get to the band's house. I'll be wheezing all the way down Sunset Boulevard and trying to convince myself it's worth it by the time we get there. But knowing me, it won't.

We enter the house and lo and behold...

Izzy isn't there. Despite me struggling to breathe, the look of defeat plasters my face and Slash starts laughing his ass off.

"Izzy's out working, I just wanted to see how you'd react. Sure didn't think you'd go runnin to our house, though." Slash manages to get out through his fit of hysterical laughter.

"Slash! Why the hell would you do that?"

"Because I know you like him. I got the confirmation I needed. Just wait until I tell Duff!" Slash heads for the stairs, but I grab his arm before he starts his ascent.

"You cannot tell Duff." I tell him seriously.

"He can't tell Duff what?" Duff appears from the kitchen

"And why are you out of breath? And why are you holding Slash's arm?"

"She totally likes Izzy, dude. I told her that he was here and she dragged me through the streets. We almost got hit by like, 5 cars."

My shocked face slowly twists into a look of confusion as Duff rolls his eyes, pulls out his wallet, and hands Slash a 20 dollar bill.

"Dude, you guys bet on whether I liked Izzy or not?" I was part shocked, part confused, and part mortified that my crush on Izzy was that obvious. Izzy seems like a smart man, so I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of him knowing and not talking to me because I'm a weird chick who likes him without even knowing anything about him.

"Yeah, and now I'm out 20 bucks because you can't control your goddamn hormones." Duff says in mock frustration. I ignore his joke as the overthinking sets in further.

"Does...does he know?"

"Nah. The man's pretty oblivious, plus he doesn't pay much attention to anything except drugs, work, and music. It's fine." Duff reassures me.

Then Izzy walks in. The three of us get quiet when he shuts the door behind him. He looked at the guys then looks me up and down. He then looks back up at my face like he's done several times before, but this time he doesn't look away when our eyes meet, not immediately, at least. I feel my heart start beating a mile a minute at the momentary eye contact and feel myself longing for it again when it breaks.

He nods his head and walks up the stairs. I guess his first words to me will have to wait another day.

"What does Izzy do for work?" I ask, to no one in particular.

"He's a drug dealer." Duff replies nonchalantly.

I don't know how to respond to that, so I don't. Slash and Duff have their own conversation and I find myself wondering what kind of person Izzy is. I don't know what to think. All I know is he's a damn good musician, an equally gifted writer, and a drug dealer.

Who the hell is Izzy Stradlin?

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[calumance]

okay hear me out..... an fbi 5sos au.... no? okay i’ll see myself out 😔

Oh fuck, okay this was actually quite a challenge for me. I do love me some true crime stories though, however I’m afraid this turned out to sound like an episode of Criminal Minds. That could be good or bad however you want to interpret that. Anyway, here’s some FBI!sos. 👀👀👀 Please note that this has sensitive subjects in it, please read at your own discretion!!!

           Calum sat in the van, lights flashing as he watched as the officers escorted the assailant into the police car, ducking his head and then slamming the door. The case that his team had been working on for months, although solved, came to a crashing halt when they were notified of a hostage situation in the town next to theirs. Immediately, his team jumped into the fleet vehicles and sped to the location of the hostage situation. While Calum sat in the back of the van, he ran through the months and months of research that they had been doing.

           Normally cases such as this one wouldn’t become and FBI problem, but as soon as the crimes started to cross state lines, the case caught the FBI’s attention. Almost thirty people had been reported missing during the time the assailant had been active, and nearly half of those people had gone missing within the past few months.

           The first objective the team was given was to identify the assailant’s profile. Calum walked into the conference room with a cup of fresh coffee, something he thought was only done on TV shows, but after working for the FBI for ten years now, he’s come to realize that life can’t go on without coffee. There was a white board at the front of the room with pictures of all the victims, something that always made Calum’s stomach turn, no matter how many cases he’s worked on. He gulped and smiled down at his colleague Luke as he sat down. Luke has been on the same team as Calum for about five years. Luke worked for the Australian Secret Intelligence Service before he moved to the United States. After he moved he went through all of the American training to be a part of the Federal Bureau of Investigations. Calum and Luke bonded over their Australian heritage, although Calum didn’t get into the service until he moved to America over fifteen years ago. Although Luke and Calum both knew Luke was smarter and more experienced, neither of them would admit it out loud. “Is there anything new I missed?” Calum asked after sitting down and taking a sip of the gloriously bitter liquid in his paper cup.

           Luke shook his head and leaned his head into his hand, resting his elbow on the table. “Dude went silent a month ago. Think he’s about to strike again, but not sure where.” Luke licked his lips and leaned towards Calum, pointing to the white board at the front of the room. “I’ve been trying to see if there’s a pattern with where he’s choosing his victims. Maybe if there’s a shape, or a commonality between the cities.” Luke shook his head and dropped his hand, “But I’ve got nothing.”

           Calum stared at the whiteboard. The victims the assailant has chosen all have something in common, the most obvious is the fact they are all women. Maybe the assailant has something against women, maybe a childhood trauma, maybe some Norman Bates thing where he’s obsessed with his mother now he’s killing women. Calum raised his eyebrows and took a drink of his coffee again, he would need more fingers and toes to count how many times he’s crossed men like that.

           The rest of their team made their way into the room, sitting around the table while the team director came last, shutting the door behind him. Calum nodded to the rest of the team, Ashton joined the team about three years ago after transferring from another branch. Michael joined the team four years ago after making his way up from the local police department, his previous title being a detective. Ava, who has a doctorate in psychology, has been working for the FBI longer than Calum has been in America. Ava was incredibly smart and knew everything there was when it came to the human mind, especially serial killers. Ava and Calum were put on the same team six years ago, Calum would never admit it out loud, but Ava was one of his favorite people to sit down and have a conversation with. Greyson was the newest member of their team, he joined about a year ago, and Calum honestly didn’t even know where he came from. The only thing he knew about the guy was that he was ridiculously smart with electronics, a critical component to the team in such a technologically advanced age.

           The director of the team was a gentleman named Henry. He had a good fifteen years on the oldest member of the team, but somehow he managed to get along with every single one of the members of the team, and was able to connect with them on a personal level. Henry began to break down everything they knew, recapping to see if it could jog any type of “ah-ha” moment. Calum leaned back in his chair and pressed the lips of the paper coffee cup to his lips. His eyes danced from picture to picture, collecting all of his thoughts and hypotheses. Although Calum chuckled to himself for his crazy thoughts, something suddenly made sense.

           As he leaned forward he set his coffee cup on the table next to him. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. Again, his eyes danced across the whiteboard, gathering every ounce of information he could. His thoughts became solidified and he sat back, scratching one finger over his cheek before he raised his hand. Henry stopped in the middle of his thought and motioned for Calum to speak. Calum cleared his throat, “Aside from the obvious fact that all of the assailant’s victims are female, and they all have brunette hair and blue eyes, something that I think we’ve been skipping over is the fact that they all came from the same city.” Everyone stayed silent and Calum stood and made his way to the whiteboard to point out his thoughts. “Victim number one, although he lived in New York City, she was originally born in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Same with all the victims afterwards. The assailant is travelling across the country, seemingly killing all the women with this physical description and come from Grand Rapids.”

           Henry sat down and leaned against the table, giving Calum the floor to continue his thoughts and ideas. “We know that the assailant has been seen driving some beat up Volvo with no license plates. Maybe the Volvo is still registered in Michigan, we can narrow down the registrations in Grand Rapids and see if that can get us some names. Maybe the assailant went to school with all of these women, being brunette and blue eyed isn’t exactly uncommon. I think we should find out where these women went to school, and if there is an open registration on Volvo’s in the Grand Rapids area.” Calum was nearly out of breath trying to explain his thoughts, the excitement of figuring something out making his heart race.

           Henry slapped his hand down on the table and nodded, “You all heard the man, start doing some research.” With that, the team scattered. Within a few days they narrowed down the list of names from hundreds, to just a handful. It wasn’t until they released the assailants profile to the press that everything spiraled out of control.

           It took about a week and a half for the profile to spread across all media sources, and it was within hours of the team watching a press release that they got the call of the hostage. The guy who made the call was frantic, he was the owner of the local liquor store. The assailant grabbed the woman and clutched her to his chest as he pointed a gun at the owner. As he held the gun, it gently shook with how hard he was holding it. The assailant told him to leave the store, walk five miles and then call the cops. When the cops asked for a description of the woman, he answered, “She has brown hair, blue eyes, I had just checked her ID, she was from Michigan, and she had told me she was there on vacation.” After hearing that, the description was immediately sent to the FBI and the team scrambled their way to the cars.

           Calum sat next to Luke in the van, and together they put on their bullet proof vests. Greyson frantically typed away at the computer, trying to tap into the security cameras. Ava, Michael and Ashton all strapped on their vest and took a deep breath, trying to ready themselves for whatever was going to happen when they finally got to this liquor store.

           The van came to a screeching halt. Outside the fan was hordes of flashing lights, and multiple policeman perched on their car doors with their weapons pointed at the store. Henry got an update from the chief of police and Calum stood there, eyes scanning the entire front of the store. “He won’t come out knowing there’s so many weapons pointed at him.” Luke said with a sigh, tucking his golden curls behind his ear. Calum turned to him and Luke’s eyes widened. “He’s never done anything drastic in broad daylight. Sure, it’s night time, but there are so many eyes on him that he won’t do anything.” Luke was right, Calum knew he was right, but Calum didn’t know what to do next.

           In one swift movement, Calum stripped out of his bullet proof vest, tossed it at Luke and ducked under the crime scene tape, sauntering his way towards the store front. Behind him, he could here Henry yelling at him, but before Henry could blow everything, Calum turned and shot him a look. Henry immediately became quiet, the only sound being the wind, and the heartbeats of all the nervous officers behind him. Calum raised his hands above his head as he stopped a few feet in front of the front door. “My name’s Calum, do you mind if we have a chat for a moment?” The silence was terrifying, Calum would never deny that, but silence all meant that nothing life threatening was happening. Calum kept his hands above his head as he closed the distance between him and the front door. All of the windows of the liquor store were mirrored, it was a common way for stores to combat the Los Angeles sun. As Calum reached down and rested his hand on the door handle, all he could was himself, and the flashing lights behind him. “I just want to talk, do you mind opening the door for me?” Calum said, waiting patiently for the click of the lock.

           His heart dropped to his feet when he heard the click. Before making his way inside, he gulped. When he opened the door, the woman who was being held was sitting on the floor. Her ankles were tied with rope, and so were her wrists. Over her mouth was a strip of duct tape, mascara flowing down her porcelain cheeks, terror washed over her blue eyes. Calum rushed to her aide and untied her restraints as quickly as possible to ensure her safety. “As soon as I untie you, you run, don’t stop until someone on the other side of the caution tape grabs you, understand?” She nodded, sobbing still out of terror. The second she was free, she followed Calum’s instructions, running until Luke grabbed her, ushering her to the Ambulance and out of sight.

           From behind Calum, he heard the gun cock. Slowly, he raised his hands above his head and turned to face the assailant. The guy was around the same age as him, but looked as if life had run over him more than a few times. His teeth were stained a blackish-green color for the amount of drugs he has injected into his body. His eyes were sunken into his head, his hair unwashed and matted. His clothes were dirty and stiff from the lack of washing. Calum looked into his glossy eyes and could tell how high he was based on the size of his pupils. Again, Calum repeated himself, “My name is Calum, why don’t we put the gun down and have a chat?”

           “No!” the guy blurted out, holding the gun even tighter causing the weapon to shake. Calum has handled many guns throughout his career, but the way this guy was clutching the gun made him nervous. “You don’t even know what I’ve been through!” The assailant yelled at Calum.

           “Oh, but I do, man.” Calum dropped his hands to be shoulder level. “I know that you were outcasted the second you got into high school. On top of that your mom passed away at a very young age. She was a beautiful woman, wasn’t she?” The guy gulped and nodded, tears filling his eyes. “Your dad was never around, so once your mom passed you had no one, isn’t that right?” The guy gulped again and frantically ran his hand under his eyes then clutched the gun even harder. “All of these women, you didn’t even know them, but they look just like your mother, don’t they?” Calum knew that’s what was going on, he didn’t need the assailant to confirm that. “If you drop the gun and come with me, I can help you.” It was such a cliché line, but most of the people who commit these kind of crimes just want help.

           Calum took a step closer to him but the assailant took a step towards him, shaking the gun in his face. He gulped realizing that if he got any closer, Calum might end up swallowing the barrel of the gun. “I don’t need anyone’s help!” The assailant cried out, and in a split second he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

           Thinking quickly, Calum lunged at the gun, causing the gun to motion upwards, the bullet going through the ceiling. Within seconds of the assailant landing on the floor and the gun sliding three feet away from him, Luke and the other police officers busted through the front door. As Calum locked the handcuffs around the assailant’s wrists, Luke slapped Calum’s shoulder. The local police officers took him out the front door and Luke wrapped his arms around Calum, “I heard the shot and thought he got you. You’re a crazy son of a bitch aren’t you?��� Together Luke and Calum laughed. You have to be a special kind of crazy to have a career in their field, but Calum loved being that special kind of crazy.

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5, 26, 60, and 62!!

5. How old were you when you originally watched Supernatural? Did you stop every and come back and when? How did that shape the way you interact with the media?

I tried watching some of the first season when I was a teenager trying to get over Buffy ending. I remember Mary burning, an attic and Sam and Dean quipping (weirdly I can still see the exact scene in my head and it doesn’t actually exist in the show). I hated it. For the next decade all I knew about SPN was that it had an insane fandom. My brother claims we watched a few more episodes (“The good looking Gilmore Girls guy and another dude driving across the US, right? We definitely watched this.”) but I have no recollection of this.

I was 28 when I started watching the show in earnest. My friend got obsessed with it and made me watch it. I really didn't want to, but I also hated being left behind. I promised her I'd make it through the first season before I'd judge. I liked it enough to continue. I liked Sam and the family drama and how dark it was. By season two I really liked the show. By season three I was obsessed. I watched all twelve seasons in the span of a few months. I'd been warned that the show would get bad after season 5 so I kept waiting for it to go bad and... it didn't? I felt the quality dip a little in season 7 (I've since come to love that season) and pick up after that, and I didn't think season 12 was as strong as the rest, but I liked parts well enough.

I started writing fan fiction pretty straight away but I wasn't really involved in fandom. That definitely shaped how I watched the show. I only talked about the show with the real life friends who got me into it. I quickly realized I, at least, partially, liked other things about the show than they did. They didn't really get my obsession with Sam&Ruby or with Sam&Lucifer... or with Sam in general. I started dipping my toe into some fandom spaces when I became really obsessed with Sastiel and didn't want to feel so alone about it, and wanted to look at pretty fan art. Sometimes I'm sad I got into the show so late and missed out on the waiting and the excitement and the speculations, but in other ways I'm glad I got to watch it all on my own and form my own opinions. I also think, watching 12 seasons in one go really blurred the story lines, and let me focus more on the character development than the ebb and flow of villains and monsters. It's more like watching one giant movie where you're holding onto the one main narrative, which was Sam and Dean's relationship.

26. How do you think Cas’s relationships with the Winchesters developed offscreen? I feel like we get to see how Cas and Dean behave around each other plenty in the show and I think there was just more of the same off-screen. With Sam and Cas, I also picture their relationship developing like it did on the show, but there are a lot more blank spots. I think they spend more time on their own than Cas and Dean do, both when they work because they do more research, and when they're off cases. They get along better and have more shared interests and just seem more comfortable around each other. Their canon relationship is like one big slow burn from a really rocky start to best friends co-parenting their adopted son. There's so much stuff that's happened off-screen, and that's without my more fannish head canons coming into play (like how much time they spend together at night in the bunker when Sam can't sleep).

60. Favourite part of season 15? The Barn scene, without a doubt. I'm not sure what I think about it in any meta sense yet, I just found it incredibly gripping and emotional and well acted. And almost a little, well not traumatizing, but really upsetting. The show shied away from the many things they implied and skirted around, and I felt this scene didn't shy away from anything.   Apart from that, I liked the God-connecting shoulder wound and Sam's glimpses into the other worlds. That was definitely the most interesting plot line they started in that season – and dropped in the laziest most unsatisfying way. A season a la Atomic Monsters would have been great. (Definite highlight there, Sam's: “But what I’m saying is that I don’t feel free. What we’ve done, what we’ve lost, right now, that is what I’m feeling, and, and sometimes it’s, it’s like I can’t even breathe.“) Sam's texts to Castiel also took up a ridiculous amount of space in my brain.

62. Is there anything you would change about Cas’s confession scene in Despair? How do you wish it would have gone after that?

I didn't think the whole deal with the empty made a lot of sense in the first place, so he'd have to have had a different reason to confess. I don't like the idea of Castiel being forced to speak about his love and I don't think just saying it out loud brings actual happiness. If that's supposed to be a metaphor for 'coming out', that's stupid, because obviously Dean doesn't care about Cas' sexuality one way or another. Telling someone you love them and knowing nothing can come of that love – I just don't see how that would bring greater happiness than seeing, I don't know, your adopted son child become a good person with your help. Or a lot of other more fulfilling things than unrequited romantic love.

That aside, the scene was just a bad scene, irregardless of content. It was badly shot. The acting was atrocious on both sides and it looked like they were cardboard cut outs. As for the dialogue: I don't mind the idea of Castiel confessing his love on principle, but the way he did it, I just felt embarrassed for him. The implication that he was capable of caring about Sam and Jack only because of Dean was insulting. He learnt to care about Sam while he learned to care about Dean, we saw that while it happened. And loving Jack was a disruptive factor for his and Dean's relationship, it was a liberating step away from him, so Cas' words just ring untrue. Delusional at best.

It'd been more interesting if the Empty hadn't taken Castiel. I would have liked to see the fall out of the confession, although I think most likely Dean would have just acted like nothing's happened. It's not that I wanted a grand Destiel finale, quite the opposite. I like the general idea of the dynamic of Castiel confessing and Dean not reciprocating, but the way it was done was so heavy-handed and out of character. It was a bad end for Castiel's character arc. It was weird and bad attempt at trying to make everyone happy, not trying to get a good solution from a story telling POV. 

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Fictober Day 8: 24- “are you kidding me?”

Title: Talk Too Much

Words: 1078

Fandom: TAZ Amnesty

Characters/Pairing: Sternclay

Rating: T

Tags: Canon divergence, fluff, fluff and sweetness and more fluff, the truth is I’m not that far into amnesty yet I just wanted to write this

Summary: Barclay and Stern are on a date

Authors note: I’m obsessed with Sternclay at the moment. Guess what song I was listening to while I wrote this (hint hint: the title) 

Link to AO3 

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Stern pushed Barclay back on the couch and deepened the kiss slightly, his tongue gliding seamlessly into Barclay’s mouth. Barclay returned the gesture, running his hands up Stern’s back. Their legs intertwined, and for a moment, Barclay forgot everything he had been trying to say. 

Stern’s fingers glided down Barclay’s arm, all the way to the bracelet. He picked at it slightly, as if he was going to remove it. 

Barclay instantly reacted, pushing Stern back. They stared at each other for a while before Stern moved his hand away. 

Stern pouted. “What? Did I do something wrong?” His big eyes were pooled with concern. 

Barclay blushed, averting his eyes. “No, no, it’s just… the bracelet.” Barclay rubbed his wrist with his other hand, taking a sharp breath. He wasn’t ready for Stern to… see him so close yet. 

“Oh, that? I already know what you look like. It’s not a big deal.” Stern shrugged. 

“I think I’m easier to kiss in this form.” Barclay raised an eyebrow. Did Stern want to see him like that? It was hard enough for Barclay to show him the one time, and part of him was still convinced this was all a dream. That there was no way Stern saw him and didn’t immediately freak out. 

Stern laughed. “I guess I wouldn’t really know, would I?” 

“You want to kiss Bigfoot?” 

Stern leaned back in, lips brushing against Barclay’s as he spoke. “I already am kissing Bigfoot.” He went back in for more gentle kisses. 

Barclay laughed. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“What, you don’t like it?” 

“Are you kidding me? I never thought this would happen when I told you… I’m just surprised.” 

Stern sat up, straddling Barclay and placing his hands on Barclay’s chest. “How did you think I was going to react?” 

Barclay sat up as well, holding onto Stern so that the other man wouldn’t fall. “I don’t know… I guess I expected fear. Or disgust. Or to be taken to some lab somewhere. Or-” 

Stern placed his finger on Barclay’s lip. “Ok, ok, I get it. You know, you talk a lot when you’re nervous.” 

“Well, maybe you should shut me up,” Barclay smirked, looking down at Stern with twinking eyes. 

“Maybe I should.” Stern leaned up for another kiss, slowly pushing Barclay back down. 

Barclay held Stern gently in his arms, breathing a little heavy. “I can’t believe I’m not dreaming.” 

Stern laughed, interlocking their legs and resting his head on Barclay’s chest. “You can’t believe you’re not dreaming? Imagine how I feel. This has been one crazy night.” Somehow, Stern didn’t seem too concerned with that fact even as he said it. He seemed almost happy about the whole ordeal--but then, if he wasn’t, Barclay would have been a little worried. 

“I know, I know. It’s just… it’s not every day I show someone my true form and find out they’re still attracted to me.” 

Stern shrugged slightly. “I don’t see why.” Stern began to trace little circles on Barclay’s chest. “I think you’re an attractive dude--human or otherwise.” 

“That’s because you’re weird.” 

Stern gently smacked his hand down on Barclay’s bare chest. “Hey!”

Barclay laughed. “No offense,” he added--but Stern still pouted, even though he knew that Barclay was just joking around. 

Stern looked off into the distance. “Will you ever let me see it again?” 

“See what?” Barclay looked down at Stern, who was still staring at a rather interesting section of the wall. 

“Your real form, Mr. Bigfoot.” He went back to drawing little circles on Barclay’s chest, some form of nervous habit, Barclay guessed. 

Barclay looked away, shrugging slightly. “I… Maybe. Some day. I mean, probably. Why?” 

Stern shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured that… it’s uncomfortable for you… to have to hide yourself all the time.” 

Barclay shook his head. “You don’t have to worry about that. It’s not uncomfortable or anything, and I’ve gotten used to it.” 

“Are there others? Others like you?” 

Barclay clammed up for a moment. He couldn’t out the others at the Lodge. It was bad enough he told Stern about the Bigfoot thing without clearing it with the others first. He pursed his lips. “If you’re asking about other Bigfoot, I think I’m the only one. One of a kind, that’s me.” 

“Is it lonely?” Stern asked, concern filling his voice. 

“No, no--God, no. It’s not like I’m completely alone. I’m just the only Bigfoot.” Barclay hoped that Stern got his hint. 

Stern made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and nodded slowly. “Ok, I gotcha. I assume that… you can’t tell me about other cryptids.”

Barclay shook his head. “Sorry, some things have to stay secret. I can’t… it’s not my place.” 

Stern shrugged. “It’s ok. I understand. I don’t want to overstep. But… One day I hope they’ll all trust me enough to tell me. Let me in the loop. If there are others, did you have to get their permission to tell me?” 

Barclay ran his fingers through Stern’s hair idly. “I didn’t ask.” 

Stern sat up. “What?” 

Barclay sighed and sat up as well. “I… I was going to. I was. But at the end of the day, it’s my choice who I tell. I know that it was selfish. I put everyone at risk. But… I knew that you wouldn’t tell. And if you did, then it would be my problem. I wouldn’t bring anyone else into it.” 

“Are… Are they going to be mad at you when they find out you told?” 

Barclay half-smiled, trying to hide how much he was trying to not think about that exact thing. How much the thought of Mama’s face when she knew absolutely terrified him. “Probably.” 

“Barclay, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize-”

Barclay planted a kiss on Stern’s lips, stoping the spiral before it could begin. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. And... I’m glad I told you.” 

“You are?” 

Barclay moved a stray hair out of Stern’s face, a soft smile decorating his lips. His hand lingered on Stern’s cheek. “Yeah. I am.”

Stern returned the soft smile, reaching up and cupping Barclay’s hand with his own. “Well, I’m glad you told me too. It was… so lonely without you.” 

“I know. I felt the same way.” 

Stern nuzzled against Barclay’s hand, leaving a little kiss on his palm. “Hey… I love you.” 

Barclay’s heart soared, and his gentle smile turned into a grin. “I love you too.”

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