#Then Boy Do I Have Some Fuckin News About the Real World for You

[authoralexharvey]

Tired of the ~anti woke~ crowd just absolutely exhausted please stop telling me how the diversity of the real world is too much for you and society is decaying because *checks notes* a character happened to be black or smth.

Actually, keep telling me. So I can block you.

#'Anti-Woke' People Are a Fucking Joke #I Hate All of You and Wish You a Very Merry Get the Fuck Away from Me #If You Think Writing People Who Arent Cishet White Neurotypical People is 'Being Woke' #Then Boy Do I Have Some Fuckin News About the Real World for You

[batshit-auspol]

I just spent some time scrolling through this blog and am suffering from sever laughter. Thanks so much for collating the countries craziest moments. One of my favourites is when Scott Morrison was in Hawaii while the bushfires where burning.

December 2019: As Australia's east coast is engulfed in the worst bushfires in living memory, rumours begin to circulate that Australia's Prime Minister Scott Morrison may have secretly fucked off for a holiday in Hawaii.

Keep in mind, this is what is going down in Australia at the time:

The Hawaii rumour is initially written off as a fringe conspiracy, because surely nobody could be that fuckin tonedeaf, and it was quickly forgotten about... until an Australian man visiting Hawaii UPLOADED A SELFIE ON THE BEACH WITH THE PM THROWING A SHAKA.

At which point all hell broke loose.

Overnight the formerly popular "Scomo" became the most despised man in all of Australia. Think "firefighters shouting out of their windows to news cameras" level of despised.

After about two days of radio silence and pretending like he was still at home running the country, the Prime Minister's handlers finally dragged him onto call with an Australian radio station, where he pinky promised to return to Australia as fast as he could in an attempt to calm things down.

Unfortunately Scott's empathy consultant (a real job) then had to watch Scott pour more gasoline on the dumpster fire by uttering the now famous phrase "Look I don't hold a hose mate" when asked by the radio interviewer why the fucking fuck the fuckhead wasn't fucking in Australia doing his fucking job during a massive fucking crisis.

Testing just how much worse things could get, Scomo then proceeded to NOT rush back to Australia as promised, instead attempting to complete the rest of his holiday, a fact that was exposed when a passerby snapped a picture of him still lounging on the beach two days later.

Eventually, holiday complete, Morrison did reluctantly slink back to Australia, and in an attempt to calm things down, he decided to pay a visit to a small town that had been destroyed by the fires.

Which was a big mistake.

Scomo still had not registered how absolutely and totally he had screwed the poodle with his Hawaiian beach vacation, and he walks into what is now taught in PR classes as one of the greatest examples of "what not do do in a crisis" in all of history.

Scotty from Marketing, as he is now dubbed by the nation, spends a painfully cringe-inducing hour wandering around a burned down town with TV news cameras in tow, having to FORCE PEOPLE TO SHAKE HIS HAND in what is some of the most awkward footage you will ever see.

At this point it's probably also worth mentioning that, before becoming Prime Minister, Scott Morrison's biggest claim to fame in politics was being the guy that was so far up the coal lobby's arse that he literally brought coal into parliament and waved it around, claiming it doesn't hurt people.

So when a protest was organised it turned out to be one big national fuck you to the Prime Minister, the likes of which the world has never seen before or since.

Needless to say, at this point Scomo's career was dead in the water, but thanks to the rules brought in to stop Australian political parties from knifing their leader every two weeks (a popular Aussie passtime) Morrison basically couldn't get fired until after the next election.

And so, when the election rolled around in 2022, we decided that was an opportune time to travel over to Hawaii to erect this bad boy tribute to the Prime Minister, on the very beach where Scomo had sat and drank margaritas that one fateful week in December as Australia burned (thanks to @chaser for funding the ticket)

#australia #auspol #history #scomo #hawaii

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡ #across the spiderverse fanfiction #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales prowler #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales headcanons #across the spiderverse headcanons #spiderman astv

[katsukikitten]

Handing Katsuki father's day cards that are for his own dad or yours and he needs to "read and sign it" but as he's reading it his brow starts to furrows.

"Sweetheart, ya got the wrong cards." He's reading it for the third time now.

"I got the right ones." You're trying not to giggle before he's rolling his eyes and reading the card aloud.

"You're not just an amazing father," he flips it open, "You're going to be an amazing grandfather too."

"Yea baby that's the right card." You hum, stepping into the kitchen to get the final card and present.

"Baby, it isn't. We don't have kids. Unless ya mean our cats but then they've been grandparents." He tosses the card down, rising to help you find the backups he's assuming you're looking for. This wasn't the first year you'd accidently gotten the wrong card or one that was just slightly off, he thinks nothing of the message.

Barely had any caffeine as the two of you rose early to get ready to host his parents and yours.

"Katsuki, it is the right card." You say, pressing another card into his hands, no envelope or anything. Just thick white card stock with black letters and an image of white new balance shoes.

"It's almost time for these bad boys." He scoffs, looking at what the world has deemed the official dad shoe, he looks up to see a box in your hands, "Sweetheart, what the fuck? I hate these ugly ass shoes. Ya know that."

He's got this smile to his face the one where he thinks you're being too playful and silly, every now and again you two get each other gag gifts. You're surprised he hadn't caught on yet especially since you always joked that the second you knew, you'd be getting him "those ugly ass dad shoes."

"I know." You both share a laugh, you pressing the shoe box into hands, "Just open it. They'll be fun to wear today, goes with the theme."

"What's the fuckin theme? Dads?" He opens the box and sees the shoes but something is taped to the top of the box. A grainy picture in black and white, a blob in the circle and when he lets his eyes focus as best they can without his glasses perched on his nose, he thinks he sees a very specific shape.

He rips it from the box, bringing the film closer and yes he can see a nose and his face morphs into complete surprise. You giggle as you watch him figure it out, which you swore you wouldn't be able to get this far without him figuring out why you'd been feeling so sick lately.

"No fuckin way." It's low and for a split second you think he isn't excited, then he locks eyes with you and he gives you that look. The one where he's smiling but his brows furrow up and his eyes aglow with unshed tears like you are his world, like you're giving him the world, and he's putting the shoes down to gently pick you up and twirl you around.

"A baby. We're having a fucking baby." He's pressing kisses to your cheeks when he sets you on your feet, if you thought you were spoiled before you'd be rotten by the time this pregnancy was done.

"A baby." You repeat back to him, your own excited tears clinging to your lashes, ones Katsuki gently kisses away.

"How long?"

"Three months. It was really hard to keep a secret but I really wanted to do that shoe thing I teased you about. I've got the receipt so we can return them I'll-"

"Nah I've got the perfect idea for 'em."

An hour later after a shared shower and rapid fire questions, Bakugou is coming down the stairs, he's got some ugly ass jean jorts you gifted him as a gag for his birthday two years ago before giving him his real gift and one of his dad's old white tees he tucked into the waist band of the shorts and of course his new white new balance shoes.

"You look ridiculous." You giggle in your sundress, somehow he made the outfit a little hot. You were sure Bakugou could make anything look hot and here was living proof.

"Better get used to it Sweetheart, this is how I'm gonna look when I put another one in ya." He puffs his chest out, smoothing his big palms over his shirt as you roll your eyes.

"I've made a monster." The door bell rings, when you go to rise, Katsuki gently presses you back into the couch by your shoulder as he gets the door for his parents. He opens the door with a sense of pride that comes with being the cocky pro hero, looking much larger than life.

His mother is unphased.

"Oi, I brought that stuff you- Why are you dressed like a fuckin dad from the 90s?" Mitsuki makes a face before she processes what he's wearing, "Oh my fucking GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD MASARU! WE'RE GONNA BE GRANDPARENTS. YER GONNA BE A GRANDPA! RIGHT RIGHT?"

She pushes past her son, a quick squeeze to his forearm before she's honing in on the daughter in law she already adored and now even more.

Masaru quirks his brow and Katsuki nods.

"I'm so happy for you son." He hugs Katsuki the way men do, a quick tight squeeze before a clap on the back, Masaru tries not to let the tears slip past his eyes as Katsuki's life plays on fast forward in Masaru's mind. He remembers how Mitsuki told him they were expecting, remembers holding him for the first time and thought his whole world view shattered and changed. Remembers his first words and steps. Remembers his first mishap with his quirk and how Katsuki had blown the coffee table sky high. He remembers him growing taller and taller, going to UA, figuring out how to be a better person as he grew in size. How Katsuki called him and his ma in the middle of the night the first time he hit the top ten rankings. And again when he was number one.

How he took his dad out to lunch, wiping his palms on his pants like he did when he was nervous to ask his dad how he asked Mitsuki to marry him. He smiles, tears slip past anyway as he stares at his broad shouldered son adding one final comment that makes Katsuki's throat close up in the best way.

"I can't wait to watch them grow up to be as great as their parents and more."

#katsuki fluff #bakugou fluff #kitten writes bakugou 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️ #father bakugou #fathers day bakugou 🖤🐈‍⬛ #kitten soft hours #bakugou soft hours #just a silly thought

[bl4ckth0rn3]

Okay no fuck you guys it is 2am and I am gonna fucking rant cuz, respectfully, some of y'all are being so dumb. Like i get that different opinions are valid but the opinions are wrong and they're fuckin annoying as shit. More than anything, the criticism of the tv show changing details from the story is starting to really fucking piss me off.

1) the book is told from Percy’s perspective - there is NO WAY of making an adaptation 100% faithful from that because you don’t have insight into when he starts noticing when something’s wrong. To me, going into it knowing that Aunty Em was Medusa or Crusty was Procrustus made so much more sense. Not just because it made sense for the audience but also because we got to see how the characters acted in that situation.

2) PLUS, Percy is the definition of unreliable narrator. We finally see this shit from outside his dumbass-12-year-old-boy brain

3) if i see one more fucking comment about the solstice deadline passing I am gonna start throwing shit. It ADDED A NEW DIMENSION. It made it seem like all their work up until that point had been hopeless which was SO POWERFUL and gave us real insight into Percy's fucking resilience. Fuck yall.

4) the pearls as well. Not being funny, but that was literally one of the greatest changes. Wanna know why, fucknuts? BECAUSE the story wasn't just from Percy's POV which meant that we got more of Sally's backstory w Poseidon which means it makes sense that he would want to save her. He loves her.

5) the story is nearly 20 years old. Let Rick update it and write it the way he wants to write it in 2024. (Prime example: Medusa = still a villain, but acknowledged as a victim)

6) ABOVE ALL, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ABOUT THIS ADAPTATION WAS STAYING TRUE TO THE CHARACTERS (which a certain film or two pointedly failed to do). The characters are why Rick wrote the book in the first place, giving his kids a place to feel seen in mainstream media and offering up really positive role models whilst he was at it. Percy is loyal, and determined, and kind, and brave. Annabeth is proud, and brilliantly intelligent, and strong, and independent. Grover is true, and just, and innocent, and good. If you all really can't see past changes that really didn't ultimately dramatically effect character development/more general plot progression then honestly i wonder what you ever thought you were gonna get out of it.

7) it’s Rick’s story. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants with the world he very kindly gifted to us. This was an excellent tv show, y’all are just bitter because it wasn’t copy+pasted from the book.

#pjo disney+ haters dni #percy jackson disney+ #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo disney+ #pjo series #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #the lightning thief #rick riordan

[bryce-bucher]

.50 Caliber 3D Platformer Post #8

More Environment Art? Crazy... :

I have been doing even more environment art wowee. The first level is almost mostly kinda p much done now, so that's cool. Environment art takes so fuckin long and it gets p tedious. P dang satisfying to see it come together though. Rather than going over what I did in the last post, I'll talk a bit about how I sourced a couple of textures from tha real world around me instead of textures.com on the online internet.

Here is a photo of a dasani soda machine and a whatever you call it on the side of a donut shop. I brought these bad boys into affinity photo and crunched um up. The soda machine obviously took a bit more work because I had to replace the branding with my own. I've made a few soda machines for games (which I always get excited about texturing), so this wasn't my first rodeo.

I took this cool image I generated with jwildfire and slapped it onto the soda machine to create the background. From there I just slapped some text on it and this is how it came out:

Usually the soda machines I make have a y2k aqua type vibe to them, but I wanted to try something different with this one and ended up with this sort of bright bubblegummy vibe that I really like. It stands out a lot in the drab factory environment and hurts your eyes as any good advertisement should. This drink brand machine is a brief horrible nightmare respite for the overworked factory employees.

ORBO:

I put that little fucker orbo in my game. Ty 2 johnny for letting me do so. As I said in the last post, I'll be periodically making new skins for the main character and showing them off here. Making orbo was kinda challenging. Johnny was in call with me while I did it and we both kinda laughed at how hard it was to get his head not to look stupid. He is what you might call a deceptively difficult character to replicate. Also I made him shiny. He looks like a rare variant toy or something. Love him <3. Orbo is gonna be staring in his own 3D platformer soon (Orbo's Odyssey), so keep your eyes peeled 4 that.

Conclusion:

If this post reads weirder than the others it is because I am tired af. I'm doing a few commissions rn so work on this game might be slow the next few days. I hope to get a lil trailer made soon, so maybe I'll talk about that if/when it is completed. Ty 4 stopping by.

#screenshotsaturday #indiegamedev #gamedev #indiedev #game development #indiegames #lowpoly #y2k #y2k aesthetic #3d platformer #3dplatformer #sniper rifle #50 caliber 3d platformer #50 cal

[spid3namy]

hiii so uh I was rewatching aladdin and it got me thinking- what abt Miles 1610 taking reader out for a swing (like the whole new world scene)

Or

reader is spiderwoman on earth 42 and she spots the prowler on the roof but when he turns her away she does that annoying trick aladdin did when he jumped off the roof but landed into his carpet (webs) and he went and checked on her. But idk im not good at reqs?

pairing : e!1610 miles x black!female reader

summary : miles takes you on a cute little date around the city. literally. 

contains : fluff , cussing , kissing 

word count : 638

notes : this took me way too long to write LMAO. i hope this is what you hoped for it to be, i tried my best to try and make it as close to the aladdin scene based on memory cus i have watched that movie in a long time. lowkey i might make the other idea but we’ll see 

“Come on, amor.. ain’t no need for you to be scared”

Miles tried comforting you, giving you that big smile of his. The same one that always seemed to make you melt. Not this time though. Not in a million years. He had to be insane to even think that you would even allow him to take you around swinging in the city.

You were no fool. Miles was clumsy. He got easily distracted and falling off a building to your death was not exactly the top priority on your bucket list. So of course, you were trying to get him to leave you alone about it.

But knowing him, he definitely wasn’t going to leave you alone about it. That’s just how he was. Sure, it was annoying but you knew it was him. So you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long about it.

“Miles, no. I ain’t tryna die!”

“You ain’t gonna die, you bein’ over dramatic.”

“Kiss my ass, boy.”

“Gladly”

A groan comes from you as you glare at the boy, your arms crossed across your chest. There was no way in hell were you ever gonna allow him to hold you and swing you around New York. That was shit they do in movies. This was real life.

Yet, somehow you found yourself standing in front of your apartment building with Miles by your side. He looked at you expectedly, like he was just waiting for you to finally agree to swing around with him. Even if he knew that you wouldn’t. Or at least, say that you wouldn’t.

“Come on, amor.. stop bein’ so scared”

“Fuck off, Miles.”

Miles chuckled and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and looking at you with a raised eyebrow. It seemed like he was taunting you. You hated how easy it was for him to get under your skin. Stupidly hot asshole.

“Let’s get this shit over with, Miles.”

Miles looks at you with glee. It was like a kid in a candy store. You already knew you were gonna regret your decision.

Miles allowed himself to move closer to you, grabbing you by the waist before he shot a web up to the top of the building. A yelp comes from you as he shoots spider-webs around the city. It’s a miracle that nobody other than you knew that he was Spider-Man.

“Ain’t this cool!?”

“No! It’s fuckin’ not cool!”

Miles rolled his eyes playfully and pressed a kiss onto your cheek. Your cheeks heat up before you push his face away from yours, wanting him to focus on his surroundings and not you! You were not about to be killed because your boyfriend wanted to be an idiot.

“C’mon, don’t be such a downer”

You roll your eyes and hold onto him tighter, not liking how fast he is going now. How the hell could he do this every day? This was terrifying. Never again would you allow yourself to do anything like this was him. 

This was such a stupid idea.

Yet, you couldn’t help the way that you enjoyed the wind in your face and hair. It was pretty soothing. This was definitely a one time thing. 

New York looked so much better this way. You got to see places you never even knew existed before. It was nice.

Definitely a one time thing though. 

“See, wasn’t that fun?”

Miles looked at you with a grin as the two of you sat down on the rooftop of some random old building. 

“No, it was terrifying. Never again would I do that.”

Miles snorted and rolled his eyes playfully, nudging you gently and giving you a grin as he looked at you with admiration in his eyes. He was so cute yet so stupid. 

It was something you were used to.

#☆ namy writes #request #miles morales x you #miles x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader

[emchovy]

Learned about the release of this book real late, (as in, this February, when I decided that I wanted to show my roommate Epithet for the first time) but thankfully that was just in time to preorder a copy of the hardcover release, which finally came.

Or well, it came yesterday, and I'm finished reading it now. It was AMAZING.

The writing style is pretty different from the stuff I normally read, but once I got in the groove, I felt like I didn't need the audiobook (which I'm definitely gonna get eventually) because I could basically hear all the characters in my head. Also, spoilers for the rest of my review. Pick up a copy. You won't regret it.

I say review. This is disconnected rambling. Also, seriously, spoilers for the whole book delivered in a random out-of-context way.

This book is definitely Molly's story more than anything, and beyond that it's a story between Molly and her sister Lorelei. Two kids with epithets, and opposite personalities. There's a really masterful job here of balancing realistic family drama with the fun, villain vs. hero hijinks.

I love a pathetic loser, and so I was immediately taken by Rick Shades, and his quest for friends, to the point I was getting bummed out when he kept getting rebuffed lololol. However, it was all earned in the end. The scene with him and Molly was <3. Also, I am glad he's gonna get a job. Of some sort.

Naven meeting Molly in the street and just agreeing to give her speech training is an incredibly cute concept.

I liked the Neo Trio a lot, but they're surprisingly not the new faves I expected them to be, though I did laugh pretty much every time at the running joke with Feenie and money.

Actually, my favorite new character was probably Lorelei. We love a girl who's making every wrong decision and also just doesn't leave the house anymore and wonders what's wrong. Also, the Martin + Lorelei relationship was also pretty intriguing. He's more supportive of Lorelei, she's got more of his traits, but Lorelei needs someone who'll help her manage better. Martin's vague support of her 'playing', as Molly puts it, is doing more harm than good. I wasn't exactly sure how to take the fact that Martin constructs Lorelei's ideas in the real world, also. Is he plagiarizing? I wouldn't read it that way, but he's also not collaborating with Lorelei, so they could build something together. A relationship that could go either collaborative or parasitic, depending.

Also, I want Lorelei to get better (and I fully believe she will) but I really liked the end. She needs some time in the real world right now, to grapple with her actions. Neven's gentle support was good. Her and Molly need time apart, so that they can be able to be together again.

Gio and Molly remain duo of all time. Every interaction they have is cute and/or funny. Two characters I could probably enjoy watching/reading about doing basically any boring task you can think of and enjoy. Painting a fence, doing laundry, vacuuming, whatever.

Giovanni's complete blindness to romance was so fuckin' funny in this book. Him and Lorelei and him and Crusher were also distinctly different levels of complete obliviousness.

Also, Crusher and Molly, right at the end <3!! Pulling out the stool for her, her getting reassured by the fact she was nervous. Augh. So sweet. I've reread that scene like 4 times. I do hope we get Molly hanging out with more of The Boys. Crusher's coming across like a pretty gentle sweetie, but I'm very curious about how she'll integrate into the larger group.

All of that to say! Good book!! Would recommend! I'm extremely excited for Sweet Escape.

#em reads #epithet erased #GOOD STUFF!

[kteezy997]

I’m With You- Part One// Lee (Bones and All)

I haven't seen hardly any new Timothee fics on here, and like no Lee fics, so here's this. I hope you like it(:

warnings: reader abandoned by parents, lonely reader, hitchhiking, cursing, some fluff

Your parents weren’t that great. They did the bare minimum when it came to taking care of you. They gave you a warm home, clothes on your back, and enough to eat. Beyond those necessities, though, they didn’t take any interest in you and weren’t affectionate or kind in the slightest.

You just turned 18 and had finished high school, and they kicked you out, telling you to make your own way in the world. It was the mid 80s, and you had heard of kids your age hitchhiking to get around the country. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you took to the road anyway.

Your parents had given you a wad of cash in an envelope to get you by for awhile. But you wanted to make your funds last as long as possible, so you had taken up the way of petty theft, just to get the things you needed. You knew it was wrong, and you didn’t necessarily like doing it, but you had little other choices.

You were at a small grocery store, kneeling down and tucking tampons into your bag when you heard ruckus. It was a disorderly man, causing trouble with the staff and other customers. You turned you attention to the sound of the commotion. “What kind a grocery store runs outta lunchables?” the man grumbled loudly.

Just as he came down the same aisle as you, a young mother with a child sitting in the shopping cart came around, politely excusing herself as she passed him. She was trying not to make eye contact with the strange man. “Whoa! Tryna run me down?” he hollered after her as she hurried down the aisle. “I asked a question! Listen, ya dumb hoe!” “Don’t talk to her like that!” you yelled at him.

“Aye!” You heard another, younger, male voice call out from the other side of you. You looked over and saw a thin man, about your age, maybe slightly older. He had curly hair and the ends were a grown out pinky color and the sides were shorter than the rest of his hair. He had a bluish pink short sleeve shirt on, which you thought was a somewhat odd choice for him to wear.

“You’re outta control, buddy.” he said calmly, but firmly. You looked back over for the disgruntled man’s response. “You with the store or somethin’?” he asked, scowling. “Nah, I’m not the store, but I’m gonna escort you out of it.” the young man said, in the same plain, matter-of-fact tone. The old guy scoffed, “Fuckin see what happens!” With that, the pink haired man got in his face and next thing you knew, they were headed outside.

Even after they had left the building, you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy with the pink in his hair. There was something about him that was drawing you to him. Maybe you just needed someone. Maybe he was it. You hung around the store parking lot for a while, and noticed pink hair boy come out of an abandoned building nearby. He had the old man’s hat on, and he was pulling his shirt back on. He wiped his face absentmindedly. You didn’t really think much of it because he called out to you.

“Hey.” He said approaching you closer. “You’re still here?” You cleared your throat, feeling nervous as he addressed you. “Yeah, um, I don’t have a ride. But you seemed nice.” He smirked, “I am nice.” He then walked over to the beat up blue truck that had been sitting empty since you had walked out of the store.

“So, what happened with that guy anyway?” you asked, following him. “I took care of it. He’s not gonna bother anybody around here anymore.” He opened up the truck’s driver side door, and tossed his duffel bag onto the seat. “This your truck?” “It is now.” he said, confidently.

You inhaled through your nose, and asked, “Do you mind if I tag along with you for awhile?” “Nah, I don’t mind. Get in, let’s get out of here.” You did as he said, hurrying to the other side of the truck and letting yourself in. You sat on the cushiony seat and set your bag beside you. Part of you was giddy to finally have a companion after so long. Especially this cute and mysterious companion.

He got in behind the wheel, letting the door slam after him. “So, how old are you anyway? I’m not kidnapping someone’s kid right now am I?” “Oh, no, no. I turned 18 awhile back. No worries.” He hummed, “Okay, good to know.” he turned the key in the ignition, firing up the truck and pulling on the gearshift to begin driving.

As he drove off into the night, the two of you were silent for a while, then a few miles down the road, you asked, “So where are you headed?” “Nowhere in particular. I gotta stop by my hometown, though. I promised my little sister driving lessons.” This made you smile, “Oh, that’s sweet of you. What’s your sister’s name?”

“Kayla, Kay, or Idiot, as I call her.” he chuckled. “You two are pretty close, I guess?” You were intrigued by him, by his story and the way it would unfold before you. “Yeah, you can say that. It’s just…we’ve been through a lot. She doesn’t have a father figure or anything, so I try to do what I can when I’m around town.” “That’s really good of you…um, I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Well, I don’t know yours yet either, stranger.” he smirked, taking his eyes off the road and glancing over at you. He was so handsome, in a rough around the edges sort of way. “I’m y/n.” “I’m Lee. I guess we’re not strangers anymore.” He then took a turn down a dirt road off of the highway.

“Wait, where are we going?” “Don’t worry, it’s just a place to stay for the night. It’s one of my buddies’ place. I wanna shower, anyway. I’m sure there’s something decent for you to sleep on. If you’re okay with that?” You shrugged, “Sure, that’s fine.” He was right, you were dying for somewhere comfy to sleep.

Lee led you into the small house. There were cigarette butts everywhere and empty pizza boxes. The place was trashed, definitely owned by someone who didn’t care to clean up after themselves. “So I’ve never actually been in here. I can’t give you like a grand tour or anything.” he said, looking around and glancing down a hallway.

“I’d say the bedroom’s down here. Follow me.” Lee instructed and you allowed him to lead you again, this time through the dingy hallway and into a bedroom. “It’s not as bad in here.” he said. And you noticed the room was kept a little cleaner than the rest of the house, so you were glad for that.

“You can sleep here. I’ll take the couch later.” he spoke again while looking around the room, at the posters on the wall. "Oh, he has Lick it Up." he said, his tone turning up in an excited way looking at a specific poster. he then turned to you, "You know KISS, don't you?" You smiled, "Yeah." "Lick it Up is the album they did without makeup." he said, looking at the record player. "I bet he has it somewhere." he said, thumbing through the album collection on the floor.

"Oh yeah, there it is." he picked the record up, showing it off to you. "I'm gonna put it on, if you don't care." You shrugged and blushed at the notion of him genuinely wanting your opinion. "Go for it." you replied. He put the record on, and turned the volume up, surely upsetting any close neighbors. Lee instantly began mouthing along with the lyrics as they played and he improvised his own dance moves. This was a person being his complete, authentic self, and living on his own terms. He didn't care if you thought his dancing was goofy, he was just letting loose.

On the contrary, you found his moves kinda sexy, especially when he started to jump up and down, really feeling the rhythm of the music and vibing. You were nearly swooning and couldn't stop smiling as he began to sing as he looked at himself in the mirror. "I'm gonna get a shower." he said, looking over at you briefly before moving across the floor to exit the bedroom.

You were then left alone, and you looked around the rest of the room. You pulled off the covers from the bed as they didn't smell the greatest, and you pulled out your own blanket that you traveled with. You heard the shower water turn on as you changed into a set of night clothes. You were tired, and grateful to have an actual bed to sleep on, no matter how springy or smelly it was. So, you got into bed, and snuggled up with your blanket, trying to feel as at home as you could.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard the loud squeaking of the floorboards. It was Lee, thankfully. "Hey," he whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you, just wanted to make sure you were settled in okay." You blinked, noticing he was shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin sweatpants. "mm-hmm." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and stretching your back a bit.

"Alright, I'll just be in here on the couch, ya know, if ya need me." He smiled kindly. "Okay, thanks." you said in response. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he said, grabbing the doorknob and flashing you a cheeky little grin. You blushed, taking in the way he looked at you as he shut the bedroom door. You didn't know him very well yet, but Lee was making you feel things. The warm, fuzzy feelings that you didn't think were in the cards for you: an abandoned, unwanted teenager. He made you feel welcomed. He made you feel like you weren't a burden, which was not something you were accustomed to. It was as if he was actually glad to have you along with him.

@chalabagellunafluff

#timothée chalamet #bonesandall #bonesandalllee #bonesandallfanfiction #bonesandallfilm

[bropunzeling]

☕️ fav fantasy books/series and what makes them so good and so For Jess. bonus for thoughts on what makes a less good fantasy fall flat

oh Boy okay alright!!!!

fantasy series i love/are excellent/peak For Jess: radiant emperor duology by shelley parker-chan (point: is it fantasy or just historical-ish fiction with some supernatural elements? counterpoint: i fucking love it and this is my list). the lumatere chronicles by melina marchetta. the daevabad trilogy by s. a. chakraborty. queen's thief my beloved!!!!! piranesi aka one of the best novels i read in 2020. tortall series by tamora pierce (but protector of the small quartet is the best of them).

honorable mentions: the raven tower by ann leckie; sharon shinn's elemental blessings series isn't like, as sharp as the top tier, but i really enjoy every reread; earthsea (but mostly the ones about tenar); it feels like cheating to say discworld but again: my list; the divine cities by robert jackson bennett; the stravaganza books were not quote unquote good but they did change my brain chemistry when i was 13; goblin emperor books (but more witness for the dead bc u kno me, i love a murder mystery). lotr would be here except i read them all once as a 6th grader and have yet to return. i still need to read the oleander sword but the jasmine throne kicked ass.

ok what is the unifying factor here lol. strong world building is very important i think; a real sense of a distinct place and culture/mix of cultures rather than Generic Medieval European City. there was a really good post going around that was like, where does the food come from (aka have you thought about how all of this actually works?), and a lot of these series think about Where Does The Food Come From. differences in cultural norms among different groups within the world AND from the audience. plots strongly rooted in politics/the inherent people-ness of people rather than everything relying on magic (not to say i don't love me some magic/divine plaything stories!!!! but they hit so much harder when the conflict comes from a place of innate human foibles). a dash of wonder and the inexplicable. if an answer is needed, it fits in the schema of everything else, but you don't feel the author trying to answer literally everything (when an author is sweating to show their work u can tell imo). most of these have at least one set of people where i want to see them kiss on the mouth, but most of the time that is not the Point; the best fantasy for me treats romance as a subplot/b-plot where it informs the stakes but is not the stakes itself. and ur basics of a good book in general: good writing, good pacing, et cet er a!

what makes them fall flat? world building inconsistency; new magic springing up because well, the author NEEDED it (aka those moments when you can see the seams lol); when the romance is the a plot (sorry but romantasy = not for jesses!!!!!); i think also authors get tripped up both by not planning ahead enough AND planning ahead too much when doing series (if you get a deal for one than one book you should have more than one book's worth of material; however if you can’t change and move then you can be stifled! see ursula le guin revisiting the gendered magic of earthsea in tehanu years later, or tamora pierce going oh shit there are normies in tortall in protector of the small). also this is a ME thing but i fuckin hate purple or twee prose. fantasy does not mean break out the thesaurus.

sorry for the novel. im gonna think of like six more books as soon as i post this

#ask meme

[arcplaysgames]

P3P and P4G done, lets play P5R

Alright, lets at least get started.

Just in case you're new, hello. My name is Archie, and I have now played Persona 3 Portable and Persona 4 Golden. My liveblog continues.

My liveblogs are mostly fast recaps of the story with a lot of conjecture and guesses and long diatribes about the veracity of Persona's cartomancy choices. For all the games but P5R specifically, I know pretty much blithering fuckall about the plot and characters, so I enjoy trying to guess what's going to happen and pick up on foreshadowing (and sometimes whine about lack of foreshadowing, looking at you ending to P4G).

In P3P I romanced Akihiko but my life partner was Junpei. In P4G, I played a raging homogay so I didn't get to kiss anybody but harbored one HELL of a crush on Kanji.

Now, we start P5R. /rubs hands together

SO UH GAME IS A BIT ODD FROM WORD GO HUH. Hitting new games starts one of those "this story is a work of fiction disclaimers" but it's narrated very purposefully, refers to "[our] world" and demands I sign my agreement as a contract.

Could be nothing, just a bit of flavor, but this is the first of the games I have played to tap on the fourth wall in this way. Also, the text being blue brings to mind the dude who like set up the Velvet Room who you don't really see in the modern Persona games, which is... Philapome? Or something.

Starting in medias res with what I would say is an overload of information.

Casino heist! With shadows and persona hanging around! And... the weird thing is that it seems to be in the real world??? But our protagonist guy has the power of persona in the real world. Which we haven't seen yet in 3 and 4. Persona abilities was relegated to the TV World and the Dark Hour.

Also, WEIRDLY, this guy is a thief? Like Sly Cooper running along the lights and fixtures, using a grappling hook, the whole shebang.

It sure ain't Tartarus, that's for sure. And we have a bunch of shadowy characters talking over the comms.

GONNA BE REAL this whole intro sequence is a lot? We fight some persona (in the real world??????).

Get a helping hand from some lady with a sword?????

Jump out of a stained glass window with some Cowboy Bebop vibes goin' on.

Aaaaand get fuckin got by a LOT of cops. Oh my god that's so many cops. And we were set up.

A cop beats the shit out of our protag and repeats that immortal recurring line. Well, taking responsibility for their actions killed Reverie 3 while Reverie 4 survived, so we'll see how this one goes.

There was only one option. Reverie Vantas returns.

And we're in a framing device! Sup, Cassandra I mean Sae Nijima. But yeah, this has some Dragon Age vibes to be certain. Sae apparently knows Reverie, but was not expecting to see him, and seems sympathetic but Cop-y about wanting some answers.

I am still concerned about the use of Persona in the real world, that has me very concerned, given how P3 and P4 ended.

Are they bringing back the meaningful butterfly of Palermo or whatever?

Okay Reverie's backstory is laid out:

Dude tried to help some lady who was getting roughed up, but the rougher got injured in the process so Reverie has been expelled and now is facing a criminal record. Which, in Japan? OOF. Not great. Not good. Also, can you have a criminal record as an adolescent in Japan? That's really rough.

So Reverie is sent to I Think It's Literally Tokyo, like this game is not in a fictional location, it's Tokyo, I heard Shibuya get mentioned, what the hell.

boy howdy we got a lot of anime cutscenes

AND WE HAVE PROGRESSED BEYOND YOSUKE'S SHITTY FLIP PHONE ONTO SMART PHONES. Reverie sees a weird app thing on his phone and when he presses it, the world stops and I think he sees his shadow????? I think there's some awakening to Persona happening here.

Fuckin' Izanami is back in Inaba like "aw shit, people got PHONES that DO SHIT now? I can just send the power of persona to people as a fucking .apk file now, I don't need to lurk around a gas station like a fucking weirdo, I'm literally a god, I should be making more than minimum wage, wait'll I tell Nyx"

Anyway. That's actually kind of a fun throwback to....... the original MegaTen, right? Didn't the first major entry in the series revolve about a demonic internet site that let you contact the spirit world and then it took over the real world? Basically.

Reverie is off to find his.... like... probation officer but not, and ooh

wow that's a good voice, hello sir, wait no I thought Dojima had a good voice from the start and I was super wrong about him. I trust no good voices in this game.

I AM NOT 30 SECONDS IN AND ALREADY?????

fuck you and your nice voice I GUESS?

I have no idea what the legal standing here is or if its a handwavey don't-worry-about-it thing but:

Reverie, did a good deed and got expelled over it. His family apparently actively wanted to get rid of him, so they sent him off to Tokyo to live with this cafe owner dude, Sojirio Sakura. He is on a one-strike policy and could lose this lovely and inviting attic space for any reason at all. And this is his probation.

what the fuck, wow, and I was sad when P4G didn't really give me any good friends in the first two hours, now THIS?!

Reverie The Fifth, I have known you for like 20 minutes and I'm sorry? What the fuck.

Anyway, Sojirio is a glorified landlord, is not here to play rehabilitationist, leaves as soon as he can, and Reverie goes to sleep.

And wakes up in the Velvet Room.

And oh boy howdy. Wow. Okay. We're gonna have to talk about the Velvet Room in this game.

Out of images. Next post. /fingerguns

#p5 #persona liveblog

[seancamerons]

i am sooooooooooooooooooooo glad finally the world is seeing what scum justin is. he profitted off slandering women. multiple women. unfaithful, scummy, cultural appropriating and made a career off of ripping off michael jackson. the beatboxin', the improvizational vocal styling, the layered tracks, the dancing, the slandering his 'crazy' exes, the luxury he must've had.

must be nice. what a little cry baby bitch boy. what goes around comes around, like it's a friggin boomerang. ew. it takes two to tango, you're the one with the victim mentality. a class act, and i mean that in the most downright low down way i can muster. he is horrible. the absolute worst. he did the women in his life so dirty, it's never his fault, god forbid. pathetic.

boo fuckin' hoo, your anniverary was interrupted by your own dirty laundry, so what? what else is new, besides the fact you slandered britney. you threw janet and her 20 year (at the time) career under a bus. idk what he else he did, but he also cheated on jessica "let's evolve" biel, but that's not about her but, bold words for someone who took back their scoundrel, cheating ex boyfriend who cheated on her. i guess she likes sloppy seconds, they seem like they're so great. must be nice, once again. even if he has the upper hand, or control of the narrative or had it for, oh wait, oh about 20 years.

you know what the ex, the puppy love turned real, your childhood love, arguably the once 'love of his fucking life', in a romantic sense best friend, the girl jt was so into that he apparently was about to give her his name, and you do her dirty? dude, you can be so dumb, sure it was a sly dick move, but damn. that says way more about him that it be about her. life hands you lemons, you blame others and squeeze the juice in their wounds, liar liar liar.

so justin, while britney nursed a broken heart and had to grapple with a decision you issued this 'ultimatium' whatever, you didn't say you were gonna be respectful? i imagine they probably talked beyond the text to be like, whatever it's done closure for the pair, par for the course. when you were the first to be cruel, you were the aggressor, you were the liar, you weaved this narrative that it was ALL her. remember this, there's not a relationship with you, there's the other half, who should be your 'better' half, who was miles humble and sweet compared to him.

not to be all will smith or nothin' but keep her name out your fucking mouth if you have nothing good to say, that goes for everyone. like who are people who don't work, have retail, food service, regular people jobs with regular people problems, middle class judging a woman who makes money when she shits, sleeps, eats, dances and posts videos on instgram. why is it such a thing as to have silence in the peanut gallery in regards. "it would never happen to anyone" sure, jan. keep sippin't he coolade. cool.

so weird flex, idk. i'm glad i never bought into "big bad britney" the worst girl, the delinquent deviant, the seductress Jezabelle manipulator, evil woman, ice, stone what have them, there's always gonna be haters, but like f that. I'm on the right side here, not that it's a contest, race, spill tea, money grab whatever. idc who you are, but britney should be referred to as someone who isn't a tabloid joke, but a survivor with resilience and humility and someone who had unrealistic sometimes or big dreams but never really gave up completely even if times were shitty. she always had things to live for, and to do, but some f the things she endured were totally beyond her control.

she was very much chewed up and spit out. adored and then hated, and all the people going, "oh i had no idea, i feel so bad" i really think it comes too little too late, because for years i always assumed there was a lot we didn't know, and that wasn't really anyone, especially her family who treat her like a prized racehorse or cash cow, and not a human.

for 13 years, almost 15 years, she was a second-class citizen in her own home, a literal prisoner, she had zero say in anything. she couldn't drive or vote for a president/elected official. she was unjustly put under a hold that turned into a little over quarter of a decade imprisoned, her civil rights were infringed upon. yes that is something to share that must burden her, sometimes the truth is something that will set her free. her speaking i believe, equates to her healing. i know i said i wouldn't say things about this until i finished up the woman in me memoir, but i can't keep this from coming out.

it's just for once, this girl can catch a break and do what she loves. she speaks very candidly on her fans who she appreciates even at her lowest point, even if she wasn't necessarily 'running the show', she still had personality, passion and intensity that will keep her 'youthful' in the eyes of the world forever. her legacy is so strong, and i hate that it'd been marred by lies for years. slanderous, sensationalized journalism and south park, punch lines, digs, and general biased hate from other fans of pop (tbh all genres) music and more. if beyonce did any of the things briney did they'd (general public) turn their back too or they'd fight for her just as strong as barmy/fandoms related to britney spears/fans of other artists. some artists could get away with literal killing or unaliving someone, and britney would be like going to prison or some mental hospital for LIFE locked up till the 12th of never to be released and her family would assume control and she would die in literal captivity. people act like jamie was looking for brit's

his meal ticket, of course. of course she's married this guy who (i will say he takes care of mostly if not all of his multiple children with more than one mother, not that there's anything wrong with having biracial or even children who are from different mothers. out of his idk how many kids, he has 2 children with britney from when they were married for roughly three years who don't speak to her because they'd been fed this narrative for so long they see no different. federline literally implies she's nuts, so she's not credible so people find her narrative to be false, or use the rhetoric she has mental illness, while that could be something, if she didn't have dementia or some schizoaffective or bipolar diagnosis, well well, she might have some horrible version of post-traumatic stress disorder. everything i'd expected and even things i didn't know or weren't confirmed officially at any time are being corroborated like i didn't want to be right, but i was so on it and everyone thinks she's crazy, and gaslit, enabled this farce of a conservatorship, she needed to be taught how to be an adult, and her family mainly jamie failed her by making every decision for 13 years for her.

i was also ranting that, what kind of crappy luck to have a sister like who ignored her pleas, saw her struggle, and didn't do shit to help her, but freely went on dancing with the stars, the special corps for money grabs, looks so desperate.

she (jamie lynn) wouldn't even be a name out here if she didn't have a sister who was like it or not, britney spears. similar to the plight of ashlee simpson (jessica was the more 'famous' popstar sister, famously had a reality show with her ex-husband nick lachey in 2003 until 2005 or so which the show seemed to seemingly caused them to split by late 2005/2006) , nick & aaron carter (he was the 'kid' brother of one of the lead singers of the backstreet boys, famously dated paris hitlon, was accused by a former girllbander from the girlgroup in 2000-2001 dream.) if my sis was being talked neg about or was being infringed of her citizens rights, i rest my case. i'd go the f off!

i mean let's be serious for a sec, there was so much SO MUCH animosity and jealousy and "living in the shadow" or being "less famous" or too young to remember when things were normal in their families. ashlee simpson famously had a song called 'shadow' (Autobiography, 2004) not to be confused britney spears' "shadow" (In the Zone, 2003)

i do not sympathize with her. in wise the words of mean girl janis ian. listen up.

As Janis Ian once said, "There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

#britney spears #writing #2000s #music #justin timberlake

[raisin-shell]

Raph’s Journal chapter 9: World of What the Fuck

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Special thanks to @rebel-hamato for helping come up with this idea

“Thirteen… fourteen… fifteen…”

That’s me. Counting my reps out loud cause if I do it in my head, I’ll lose count. Oh fer those of you who are new ya better check out tha last few pages at least. This will be a real treat. So I’m in the zone right? Doin’ upper body which was always my favorite when my kid brother Donnie comes runnin’ up ta me as if tha Chrysler buildin’ was on fire.

“Raph, RAPH! Oh my gosh you’re not going to believe this shit!”

He’s got that high pitched squeak to his voice that I like when he gets excited so, I stop what I’m doin’ ta entertain him a moment.

“What is it this time Donnie boy? What’s got those ants in yer pants huh?”

At this point I’m straddling’ my weight bench lookin’ up at him.

“Ok… okay. You know the three pieces that Krang needed? To build the arch capacitor? Well I have managed to replicate those three pieces individually and…if my calculations are correct… if we place them together with enough electric force, we could open up our very own portal. Raph… this is huge!!”

I eye him as I’m wiping the sweat from my face, tryin’ my damndest not ta laugh but this guy I tell ya, he never quits. Never ceases ta amaze me either an so I decided ta at least check out this arch capacitor he got off Wish.

“Careful now. Each piece must be set accordingly. This machine will create a forcefield around the arch capacitor whilst I have electric current running through it, observe.”

Brainiac makes sure I set all these heavy pieces in their proper place. Hell he could have just asked me if he needed help liftin’ this shit. But no it’s always some spectacle. No matter. I stepped back to get a look at what he was doin’. That capacitor began to glow a bright purple and the forcefield took on a deep blue hue.

“Cool story bro but one thing is missin’… yer fuckin’ portal.”

I began ta chuckle a bit but before I could even cough out another word, he adjusted tha electric current to full strength.

“Donnie are ya sure about this?”

I insist as he stands there all stoic and shit like he’s got it all figured out.

“Ok Dr Jekyll.”

A flash of bright light caused us both to step back and this bolt of electric current or somethin’ kinda bounced out of tha capacitor and traced what looked to be a triangle into mid air. We both stood there in total shock before Donnie finally spoke up.

“Isn’t marvelous?! We could go literally anywhere in the universe! All thanks to me. We’ll come on then, let’s go explore shall we?”

He steps toward this triangle thing and I’m thinking to myself somethin’ just ain’t right about this.

“Donnie don’t be so sure…”

And he’s gone. Just disappeared into this bright shiny electric goop lookin’ shit. There was only one thing I could do an that was ta go after him.

“Ok ok… you can do this. No regrets no fear.”

I always pump myself up before doin’ somethin’ I know is goin’ ta scare tha shit out of me. Just my thing. I stepped inta tha goop an found myself steppin’ out inta what felt like grass. It was grass, in a clear opening in some woods some damn where. There was no sign of Donnie.

“Donnie!! Donnie!!!”

I’m yellin’ out ta only god knows who at this point. I turn back ta make sure tha triangle was still in that same spot, then turn back around only ta find this massive umm elf? No no he’s not an elf. He’s got pointy ears like one, but teeth like a umm bulldog? A saber tooth cat yeah. That. And then he’s got this head full of gorgeous hair wow it’s really… oh shit ohhh shit he’s chargin’ me! Holy fuck holy hell what do I do DONNIE?!?”

This massive bulldog hair guy swings an even more massive axe just barely slicing a piece of my bandanna off.

“I suppose that’s your friend? Such a pity.”

Oh dear christ and he can speak! Of course he can. My line of sight returns to my front grasping fer any type of escape when I see this slender tree. I reach my hand out fer it, swingin’ myself into tha other direction as this huge beast whips right past me. Holy fuck. He’s fast and he’s pissed. I reach fer my sais at my hip just in time to melee tha fuck outta this guy. My arms are shakin’, muscles tense an strugglin’ ta break free of this guys death grip… I had to move fast. One slip of my foot and I was free from him and his axe. I took my stance holdin’ my ground an when he came back fer a second time he upper decked my face so hard I was seein’ stars. Nevertheless I kept fightin’, tha mother fucker had my brother an I wanted him back.

Until this very day I had never met another person with so much rage. Other than Leather Head but you’ve already heard that story. I managed ta flip tha axe out of his hand so now it was merely a fight of brute strength. I threw my sais into tha ground pissed as a fuckin’ hornet.

“Come on mother fucker! Show me whatcha got!”

He came at me, both our bodies crashin’ together like two rhinos. At one point he had had his grip around my neck and I felt light headed. I began loosening my grip, fingers tearin’ anywhere at him ta get him ya let go as I began ta see darkness. I could feel myself passin’ out but then somethin’ happened that I did not expect. He releases his grasp around my neck, I’m choking relentlessly as he lifts me up to face him and just as I took in another breath… his lips landed on mine. I was in shock mainly because I literally almost died but tha fact that he was actually a really great kisser despite the twin tusks he had.

My body feel limp into his, my fingers now diggin’ through those lovely locks of his cradled his head as I slipped my tongue through my lips and deepened tha kiss. I could feel all his anger, all his frustration, all his stress… everything was exuding through him sexually and no one better ta understand this need he had than myself. He wasted no time palmin’ tha massive erection I had through my shorts an my hips gave way ta his advances. My own hands took on a mind of their own as well, slippin’ down his smooth chest littered with surprisingly soft hair. My fingers followed tha happy trail down ta his waist where he was more than willin’ tha help me de-clothe him. His cock was massive. As massive as mine and I got a huge cock it’s actually embarrassin’, so ta see someone who has just as much as I got ya give was a real treat. I couldn’t help but ta break tha kiss an slip ta my knees.

His bulbous head was drippin’ with precum an I so graciously lapped it up, swirlin’ my tongue around tha spongy tip as he let out a needy moan.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before.”

I hear him but I don’t stop, my hand cuppin’ an fondlin’ his massive balls gently as I took his head inta my mouth with a light suckle.

“You’ll like it. I promise. This is better than fightin’ hm?”

I hum up at him, wrappin’ my free hand around tha base of his shaft ta lift his cock up then lickin’ tha sensitive under ridge. My hand begins pumpin’ him and his breathin’ becomes pantin’. He was like a sated animal. It was tha hottest shit I’ve ever seen an he got even harder the more I stroked him. I had ta take every inch of him. It wasn’t a want it was a need. I released his balls, lining the head of his cock up with my lips as I arched my neck back. My free hand slipped beneath my pants, grippin’ my own cock for some much needed relief as my lips slowly bobbed down ta tha base of his cock. Oh he was gaggin’ me. My throat was burnin’ it was stretchin’ so hard. My eyes began ta water but again I held my ground, creatin’ a suction so powerful I’d put Dyson ta shame. I retracted, pullin’ tha loose foreskin gently with my mouth then bobbin’ forward again until my throat got used to its occupancy. I could feel his steeled cock thrustin’ eagerly inta my wantin’ mouth. God he was beautiful like this.

“No…. Not yet. I… I don’t want to cum yet. Not like this.”

His voice was low, husky an full of want as he guided my face from his cock. He began to kneel down to me and as our faces met once more, so did our lips. His kiss was warm and aggressive an I could feel him guidin’ my body ta where he wanted me. This… this was different. Up to this point I had never been a bottom before but for some reason with this guy I had to let my guard down completely if I wanted this to happen. And I did oh dear god I did. My cock was literally pulsing for him, slapping up against my plastron with tension… ready an needy for attention as I slipped ta my hands an knees.

“Come on big guy. Ya know ya like whatcha see hm?”

I spread my thighs a bit an curl back my broken tail, exposin’ my tight rear entrance with my balls hangin’ tight up underneath my tender gooch. Was I nervous? Hell yeah I was. I had never taken anything this massive before up my ass but fer him I was willin’ ta submit. He wrapped his hand around my danglin’ cock, now with one thick ass strand of precum stringin’ from tha head of my dick to tha ground. Man I never wanted someone so bad as I did him at that moment. My eyes pinched shut an a chur ripped from my body as I felt him stroke my pipe, all anxiety or fear went straight out tha window as I arched my back an started rubbin’ my ass cheeks along his girth. I was hot, I was horny, I was ready fer him.

I could feel him grippin’ tha base of his cock an once again lining it up with my hole. I winced a bit as I felt tha pinch of his head sinkin’ down inta my tight squeeze an I could feel him stretchin’ me. I let out a repressed moan as I felt him fillin’ me, it was the fullest I’ve ever felt. My knees an legs began to shake until he bottomed out, allowin’ me ta rest fer a moment an adjust ta his size. He leaned over me, this guy being every ounce as big as I was… it was comfortin’. I felt his free hand grip around my neck once more, quidin’ my face ta his as our lips locked again fer a third time and his hips retracted. Oh my fuckin’ god I was seein’ stars again from this guy. I moaned needily inta his mouth fer more and he gladly obliged. His hips began to jut up inta me, my fingers diggin’ down inta tha earth and my toes were curlin’. I could feel how wet my tight back door had gotten fer him as he slid his cock in an out of me with ease.

“Harder… please… MORE!”

I’m beggin’ fer him an his hips are showin’ me no mercy. Through our grunts and moans you could hear our two bodies slappin’ together echoin’ through the what seemed ta be an empty Forrest. His hand on my cock matched tha pace of his hips. I could feel his steeled cock at the ready deep inside me each time he’d thrust forward. I felt tha band deep within my belly begin to burn. He pumped harder and fucked me faster until I was squabblin’ an squealin’ beneath him, fightin’ my own release and when I finally let my guard down… ta actually be ta first one ta nut instead of bein’ tha aggressor… here comes Donnie!!

“Raph RAPH!!! Oh my gosh you are not going to believe this!! We are in The World Of…

what the fuck?!?”

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt #tmnt raphael #bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #world of warcraft original character #world of warcraft #durotan #monster lover #not a monster #raphs journal

[marisoft-paint-adventures]

Pgs. 385 - 445

TG: skepticism is the crutch of cinematic troglodytes TG: like hey mom dad theres a dinosaur or a ghost or whatever in my room. "yeah right junior go back to bed" TG: fuck you mom and dad how many times are we going to watch this trope unfold it wasnt goddamn funny the first time i saw it TG: just once id like to see dad crap his pants when a kid says theres a vampire in his closet TG: "OH SHIT EVERYONE IN THE MINIVAN" TG: be fuckin dad of the year right there

so fucking true Dave, keep spitting.

EB: that's fine, you are entitled to your opinion, i am just saying that being a white guy who is a rapper with a ventriloquist doll is not cool by any stretch of the imagination or by any definition of word cool, ironic or otherwise. that's all i'm saying.

ULTIMATE WHITE BOY BRO STRIDER.

oh hey it’s the page I used to showcase Hussie’s affinity for slurs.

uh

still bad.

me when I fucking sTAB MY MOTHER.

I’m having rough flashbacks to HS^2 and I don’t like it.

also I just gotta say that Mom is the coolest looking person in this entire comic I mean just look at this fucking POSE.

it just screams “hello daughter you are going to get fuckin served.”

yes. the pony. beloved Maplehoof.

I’ve always seen this idea that the process of creating Earth, and by extension Universe B, involved taking the attributes and interests of the 12 trolls and morphing them into brand new instances and ideas, like how Gamzee’s Juggalo religion manifested as ICP on Earth.

I like to think that the entirety of the For Assholes book series exists through a recycling of Karkat’s personality.

also that fucking Asshole Note is comedy gold.

aw yeah time to fucking beat the shit out of an imp let’s

shit.

W magnet.

alright for real this time let’s kick the shit out of this imp.

goddammit.

also another White John can be found in this flash, collect all 7 to turn Super White.

also the Egbert Centipede I guess.

Tip: I am so fucking mad.

OK 1 MORE TIME.

he did it. he destroyed the fucker. John man.

YES.

DO THE THING.

YEEEAAAAAAH.

yeah.

fuck you cat I am about to revive.

IT’S HER, CLOWN GRANDMA.

HI NANNA.

TG: i mean dont get me wrong i think its cool and all TG: the semi-ironic puppet thing or whatever TG: or semi-semi ironic TG: man i dont even know TG: im just starting to think some of this shit is going a little far and its kind of fucked up TT: I've seen his websites. TT: I like them.

what did she mean by this.

what did she mean by this?

what did she mean by this?!

TG: oh man i wish lil cal wouldnt look at me like that TG: with those dead eyes jesus TG: sometimes i dream that hes real and hes talking to me and i wake up in a cold sweat and basically flip the fuck out

not saying it.

Page 422, titled “[S] GO ON. ==>” completely underrated flash, just listen to this fuckin song.

it captures the feeling of a big expository RPG cutscene so damn well I love it, it’s like I’m a kid again.

this is also just one of my favorite Sburb mechanics, I love the concept of basically deciding the abilities and aesthetics of the NPCs via prototyping, it’s such a cool little thing and opens up a lot of possibility for any fan-sessions.

JOHN: ok, i think i get it now! JOHN: so i guess the battle against good and evil is sort of irrelevant? well, i don't know, that all sounds kind of weird, but in any case, we build the house to get to these gates, and then i can save my dad! NANNASPRITE: Yes, John! JOHN: and then after that, we solve this ultimate riddle thing and save earth from destruction!!! NANNASPRITE: Oh no, I'm afraid not!

NANNASPRITE: Your planet is done for, dear! There is nothing you can do about that! JOHN: oh...

I fucking love this sequence because John activates the Cheery Protagonist Mode ready to assemble a team of teens with attitude in order to save the world from Dark Chess and whatever only to hear that the entire world will end and his response is just “aw..... :(”

I went on this entire shpeel about the potential of writing an isolationist John based off of willy nilly prose narration at the beginning but MAN do the early versions of the kids not give a SHIT about what’s going on.

“John Egbert, the Earth is doomed, it is going to explode, all life will die, you and your friends will be the last living things remaining.”

“:(”

AND THEN HE JUST MOVES ON.

this is a very weird moment that sticks out when looking at the comic as a whole because the weight of literally all life dying at once is nonexistent, but at the same time, this is fucking hilarious.

it makes think about a lot of rewrites I’ve seen where they try, emphasis on try, to give the fact that world ends more emotional relevance, and they basically kinda force this by introducing random background characters who are obviously going to die immediately.

like “oh hi my name is Huma Nfriend I’ve been besties with John Egbert since childhood we’re very close and cool and we’re gonna play a game called Sburb!!!” and then they just

I understand y’all want to make the characters actually feel something in regards to the entire home blowing the fuck up but there’s gotta be better ways than inventing some characters just to fridge.

also John does this.

uh, yeah. I don’t know.

he’s having a moment.

just give him some space.

ok now that’s just rude.

god Rose’s house during the winter is so pretty.

holy shit a Jade and Rose conversation, I hope we get plenty of these! (we do not.)

Jade knows about Sburb??? and it could bring Jaspers back to life???? what could it me- ok this joke already fucking sucks.

ah yeah it’s time to beat the shit out of the local whiteboy.

this shit is so fucking cool oh my god.

also there are literally meteors falling as Dave looks out and I guess he does give a shit.

#homestuck liveblog #hs liveblog #hs reread #liveblog #reread #live read #liveread #homestuck #hs1 #hs #home22tuck #Act 2 #flash #john egbert #june egbert #Beta Kids

[matchheadz]

HOS/ HOST OF SERAPHIM UPDATE!!

SURPRISE!! I'M NOT DEAD!! JUST WORKING!!

Thank you all so much for over 500 Kudos now. I never thought we'd get this far but, here we fuckin' are! My original intent was to double the word count on this chapter and then also upload some art for fun and as a thank you, but then real-life stuff happened and I figured I needed to get this chapter out at SOME point.

regardless! It is still about 1.5x as long as a regular chapter, and it should NOT take two months to upload another one. I've adjusted my work schedule and while I'm still working a shit ton, I at least have one day off a week now...

:') I'm a clown.

Anywho! This chapter is titled "Love" and you should not be fooled by that. It has some very heavy trigger warnings so please take a look at the chapter notes. Remember that Vergil is having an onslaught of memories just piling into his head, so he's very uncomfortable for the majority of this chapter.

Here's a spoiler-free snippet:

"Please don’t walk away, there’s more! Theres more!" A little Vergil, his lips stained blue with raspberry ice pop, would bleat as his partner-in-crime pushed the book away from him. “Vergil, this book is too sad for me.” Dante would sigh, leaning back against the clay roof and kicking his feet in frustration. “The main character threw away his family because he was too stupid to realize he wasn’t the only one hurt by a family tragedy. He was selfish and let that hurt become his whole personality until he became so power hungry and scared that he ruined the saving grace that offered itself up on a silver platter and got himself killed in the process.” And a little Vergil would frown at him and say, “What do you mean? The main character’s love interest was a girl. Someone he left not to abandon her, but to protect her from the danger that followed him. So he could grow strong and protect the both of them, so nothing in the world could ever hurt either of them ever again. I think that’s a noble cause, don’t you?” And The Raven would simply nod, his red ice-pop melting in the heat of the summer sun and sucking idly at the flavor between his fingers. “That’s what I said.” He would reply lazily. He would squint up at him, his dark pony-tailed hair spread around him like a smoke-stain. He would raise his hand above his head to block the sun, grimacing anyway to reply in a bored tone.  “And of course I think its noble, lucertolino, I think that was our problem.” And little Vergil would gape at the image of the boy who was once his brother and realize he never knew his twin at this age. And he would stare and stare and stare at his blue raspberry ice pop, willing that to make sense until the blue splashed over the page and ruined the rest of the story. He wouldn’t cry over it though, even if it was a really good book. He’d get mad and growl somewhere a little deeper than his chest and throw the book over the edge of the roof, even if it was a really good book. "Why’d you do that, idiota? You loved that book."  The Raven would sit up from his sunbathing spot and frown into the bright distance. "No I didn't. I hated it." Vergil would spit and lie, that stony expression would come over his face even as his weakest instrument broke in two. "We should write a new one. Just us. Just me and you, nobody else." Vergil would turn, the baby-blue of his coat flashing golden light onto his heart’s face. She would laugh at his anger, her brunette bun bouncing with the energy of it and her bright red dress bunched up between clay-stained hands as they walked. She’d stop him right underneath the statue of his father, her hands pressing into his chest and tongue between her teeth—seeing too much of him. "Art like that is made once and a lifetime, Angelo. A shame you did not cherish it while you had it." “I hate you.” Adult Vergil mumbled in reply. Between blinks, Eleonora came and went. And between inhales, his brother had returned. Dante laid underneath Vergil, his chest against his back, gripping tightly to his brother’s torso as if somehow, he would disappear on exhalation.

#dmc #dmc5 #dadgil #my writing #text #hos #vergil sparda #dante sparda #Host of Seraphim #dmc fanfiction #nerokiri

[plaindangan]

I know you said you wanted to focus on underused girls but

1) I’ll prefer to die than to give any positive attention to canon (she a bitch but not the cool type)

2) Im in an EXTREME need for smutty over the top Kaede / shu action.

So yeah sorry I’m about to send you some.

Lately some pretty boys of Hope’s peak academy have turned into fat ass femboy sluts that will do anything for a good spanking rimjob and most importantly money, and it’s been working VERY good for most girls in HP.

Shuichi decides to study the case Kaede is very proud of him… but the last few days she’s barely seen him at all, he spends all his time in his room, watching some videos, and there’s very girly but very strong moans…

When he finaly comes out he became the teasiest, flirtiest, most fat assed and feminine goth femboy in the world, and miu has been trying haaard to make him her permanent property, by giving him (and his massive femboy dick) all the money and lewd he wants out of her~…. Will Kaede save him, or will her brain fry and she’ll join his growing gooning simping harem~?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

The outbreak of femboys was a...unusual case even by Shuichi standards.

Byakuya, Rantaro, Kokichi, Fuyuhiko, it seems one after the other, guys were turning into some of the breedable looking femboys Hope's Peak has ever witnessed. A slutty bunch, they spent most of their time flirting with whoever catches their eyes and, for a price in cash or pleasure, would be down to just do anything~

As one can imagine, it wasn't be fore long where some girls (Junko) was using to an advantage to not only get rich by get fucked in the greatest way possible by these new boytoys.

While they seemed harmless, or rather were harmless, as a detective Shuichi channeled his pride into searching for the truth and that lead him into find a link to some website. "Femboys 4 Life.com?" It...couldn't be real right? The only thing posted on the site was a a strange hypnotic video?

...No, it can't be!! Surely one video is not enough to-

(Five days later)

"Sh-shuiiiiiiiichii~" Miu coeed, as she rubbed against the detective's bare leg. Hard not to do when only a pair of skimpy shorts was was that was really 'covering' him (if you count being so tight his new eighch cock was clearly straining against the material and showing of his absolute basketball of a butt as 'covering'). As Miu looked up she would see Shuichi not only wearing a crop top that exposed much of his soft belly, and even a bellybutton ring to boot, but also had some changes to his face. Black lipstick over plump lips in a soft smile, eye shadow that gave his face an alluringly sexy appeal and he was even back to wearing his hat - which somehow gave a mischievous vibe to him. He was was captivating~

"Shuiiiiichiii~ C'mon, just be fuckin' mine already!!! Look at these tits!!" Miu proceeded to squish her huge moudns together. "You can fuck this all day long if you want!! Hell, I'll even pay your ass triple what any other bitches here would offer your!! What do you say?"

"Well, I-!!

"SHUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" Rushing into the hallway where this was going on was a Kaede. Here to snap her crush back to normal?!...Oh, no, wait. Nevermind, she not only shoved his head into her soft, equally big boobs, had pulled him away from Miu by grabbing onto his bare cheeks and forcibly pulling him away.

"Back off bitch, he's mine!! P-plus, I make more consistent cash from my concerts than you and what crap you sell every blue moon!!"

"Every blue moon?! You cow ass skank, I claimed him first!!!" she barked and got in Kaede's face...which had the side effects of also crushing Shuichi from the other side.

"Please, we both know between you and me, Shuichi will always choose me!!"

"You little-!!" As the two blondes argued, and shoved against each other and turned into both forcibly yanking Shuichi out of the other arms and into the other's chest, the new femboy was left in a back and forth bliss from such affection...

And, as both would soon see, his excitement would not only show against his shorts, but begin to leak out of it as well~ It was eventually agreed, in Shuichi's bedroom, that it was best to 'share' this gift instead~

#DRakamtasu-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #DRiruma-R18