#amanda you already know...

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[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress. + Sydney & Stewy

amanda you have once again enabled another succession ship... thank you sksks. self-indulgent because the succession brainrot is strong sorry jacob

bars and burgers

words: 4.8k

rating: e

warning/s: vaginal fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, y'know, smut.

Honestly the only good thing to happen to Sydney that night was that it didn’t take her too long to book an Uber back to her apartment, and the traffic wasn’t bad either while going home. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Stewy had told her earlier when he picked her up for date night, bringing her to a club that just opened. 

She actually hoped he’d just take her out to a quiet and fancy dinner before he’d take her home to make out on the couch while Pacific Rim played in the background. But she couldn’t say no when she saw his brown eyes flash with excitement, so she smiled and followed his lead.

All of that, of course, was before he decided to be an asshole at the club.

Now she was sitting on the couch, still in her baby pink cocktail dress she was actually excited to wear, and watching old episodes of whatever sitcom Netflix suggested played as she sipped on the wine she bought a few days ago.

A good way to end a disastrous - fucking heartbreaking - Friday night.

Her cellphone buzzed and she glanced at the screen, seeing it was him calling, that cute picture of him smiling while wearing reading glasses popping up. 

Sydney forced herself to frown. He was a jerk, remember?

She debated letting it ring for the rest of the night, but she didn’t want it to ruin her - she glanced at the tv - How I Met Your Mother marathon, buzzing incessantly. 

That and she couldn’t help but want to make sure he was safe, that he wasn’t too drunk or coked up. 

She sighed. Why did she have to care about him?

Sydney let the phone ring twice more before pausing the show and answering. “Yeah?” is all she said, hoping she sounded neutral rather than worried over his safely like she actually was.

“Hey,” Stewy’s voice on the other line was sweet, the tone he usually used when he was trying to charm her. “I saw your text. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

Sydney bit her lip, her chest tightening at how concerned he sounded and relieved that he seemed ok.

She shook her head. Mad at him, remember?

Putting the wine glass down on the coffee table, she crossed her arms - as if he could definitely see that she was doing that.

“I did,” she said curtly. 

He didn’t miss a single beat when he answered with, “Good, because I’m outside your door right now. Soooo,” he sing-songed casually.

Sydney turned her head to face her front door, eyes widening and imagining seeing him standing right outside. 

She opened and closed her mouth, thankful that Stewy couldn’t see her otherwise he would definitely have such a smug grin on his stupid cute face. 

No, stay strong Syd. Stay strong. Tell him to go away, you’re tired, you’ll see him when you see him. Tell him-

“Why?” she ended up saying. And with no one around to see her, she facepalmed and mouthed Shit.

“I wanted to check on my girl to see why she decided to leave early, and you know, ask her why she left without saying goodbye first?” 

Sydney couldn’t stop herself from hissing, “Oh I’m sorry if I didn’t want to bother you. You just seemed so fucking busy talking to all those models or whoever those girls were by the bar.”

A pause followed.

She said it. No going back.

Back in the club, Stewy told her he was just going to pass by the bar to say hello to a few friends he saw and get her a drink.

She waited fifteen minutes before she decided it was too long and stood from their table to go and find him.

Only to see him chatting up dolled up bombshells. They were fucking laughing and slapping his chest and everything. 

She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces and she couldn’t even hear her thoughts with the music blaring all around her.

She knew Stewy was a social butterfly and loved to party, and she didn’t mind that at all.

What she did mind was how huge his smile was and how he seemed to laugh at everything they were saying.

Like he fucking loved it.

So she texted him that she was feeling bad and booked an Uber home, all while willing herself to keep the tears from streaming down her face. 

“Syd…” Stewy’s voice on the other line brought her back to the present. “Look, will you please open the door so we can talk about how much of an asshole I am?”

“Why can’t we talk about how much of an asshole you are on the phone?” She asked and she had no idea why her body decided to stand from the couch and have her walk up to her front door. 

Stupid wine making her tipsy.

Stewy hummed playfully, his voice in her ear. “Well I just happen to have an extra burger with me and I don’t want it to go cold.”

“Why not give it to one of those girls you just couldn’t seem to get enough of back at the club?” She knew she was being a brat but it was late, her feelings were hurt and she couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth.

Just thinking about those glammed up Victoria’s Secret looking women from the bar hitting on her man made her want to punch the nearest wall and flip a table. 

“You sure?” Stewy asked. “Because I did ask for extra cheese, no lettuce and no tomatoes for it. Know someone who likes her burger that way?”

Ok. That got her to smile. And she was actually really hungry and that burger would go great with her wine.

So she put her cellphone down before opening her door, and saw Stewy on the other side, an apologetic, puppy dog-looking smile on his face as he held his phone up to his ear, his other hand carrying a brown paper bag.

Dammit he was cute.

He put his phone away and held up the paper bag in front of her, the scent of the delicious smelling food filling her nostrils. 

Sydney twitched her lips up into a small smile. “Best not to let such a good burger go to waste,” she said softly. 

Stewy’s smile widened and his brown eyes brightened up. “Do I get invited in too or it’s just the food?” he joked, leaning an arm on the doorframe.

She pursed her lips and tapped a finger to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well the burger hasn’t done anything against me. You on the other hand…” she trailed off, crossing her arms. 

“What if the food and I work together on this?” Stewy asked and Sydney actually laughed and was about to ask how the fuck was that supposed to work when he continued with, “Consider it my peace offering for being a shitty boyfriend tonight.”

Sydney stayed quiet, wanting to see where he was going with this. 

“I really did run into a colleague of mine and she introduced me to her friends, and I lost track of time,” He sighed heavily. “Yeah sure some of them got a little touchy feely-”

Sydney opened her mouth and was actually about to pluck the paper bag from his hand and slam the door shut on him, but of course, Stewy sensed she was getting pissed and raised a hand in front of her.

“But!” he said. “I can assure you those hands didn’t stray too far and I told them I’m off the market.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You did?”

“Of course, and also mentioned that I'm with a really really incredibly sexy gal.” 

There was a pause before he added, “Who is also forgiving. I didn’t say that last part but she is,” he said playfully.

She stared him up and down. She knew he was being genuine, but just seeing him having fun with those other women, how he looked so in his element and comfortable surrounded by gorgeous babes, it just reminded her that she was still new to his whole world of New York’s elite. 

She was proud whenever she saw him work the room so easily, casually chatting up and joking with some of the richest people in America. But then she’d also think about how she fit in his life.

What if she just wasn’t cut out for it? What if she said the wrong that that’d get him into trouble? What if he got bored? What if-

She felt his hand gently tilt her chin up to face him and her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his brown eyes, staring down at her so intensely.

“You know you’re the only girl I care about, right?” he whispered.

And Sydney’s knees almost gave out from how sure he sounded. 

She let out a shaky gasp before saying, “I’m sorry. It’s just,” she shook her head. “I’m still getting used to all this, you know? I know you didn’t mean to but I can't help but be jealous when I see you hanging out with all those gorgeous women-”

“Hey,” he said as he trailed his hand up to cup her cheek. His thumb gently traced over her skin in a soothing motion. “You’re the only gorgeous girl for me, ok?”

He grinned at her. “I mean, fuck. Sydney, baby, you moved from L.A. to be with me here in New York. That’s,” he shook his head disbelievingly, opening his mouth and huffing out a laugh. “That’s the most romantic fucking thing anyone has ever done for me.”

She didn’t know if it was the wine or how cute he was with his brown eyes so bright but she felt her face heat up. “What can I say?” she shrugged. “I really fucking like you.”

Stewy leaned his head closer to hers, their noses brushing against each other. Sydney licked her lips as Stewy kept her chin tilted up. “And this may come as a shock to you, but I really like you back.”  

Sydney smiled sheepishly as he echoed her words. Then he glided his thumb across her lower lip, his eyes seeking hers for permission. 

Sydney nodded and soon his lips were on hers, kissing her slowly and tenderly. Her hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him with her as she walked backwards into the apartment.

Stewy kicked the door closed and placed the paper bag on the side table before wrapping his arms around Sydney’s waist, all while still kissing her.

He bit her lower lip and she moaned as he coaxed her mouth open and their tongues clashed, the chaste and slow kiss turning into one more passionate. 

Sydney pulled him even closer towards her, a bit frustrated that they had all these layers of clothing between them.

When they finally needed to pull away to breathe, Stewy’s hands wandered up her legs and bunched up her dress. “So, you forgive me?” he asked cheekily but God only Stewy could make it seem so sexy too. 

Sydney nodded before pecking his lips. “Just maybe don’t take too long next time when you know your girlfriend is waiting for you to come back with her drink?”

Stewy brushed her chestnut brown hair away from her face. “Absolutely. But for the record, may I say it’s actually kinda hot seeing you jealous.”

Sydney rolled her eyes and scoffed. “They’re lucky I didn’t go and punch them in their expensive lip filler, botoxed faces”

Stewy inhaled sharply. “Duly noted.” A pause. “Completely unrelated but there’s this other club opening tomorrow night…”

Sydney barked out a laugh as Stewy held her in his arms, smiling at her. 

Dammit not ten minutes ago she was heartbroken and cold, and now here was Stewy, melting that same heart like it was nothing. He was sweet, smug, and she really did like him so damn much. 

He leaned down to press his lips against hers once more, his hands trailing down to squeeze her bum. 

His mouth left hers but he continued to kiss his way across her jaw and down to her neck, sucking and nipping as he went.

Sydney tilted her head to give him more access, whimpering as he left lingering and sensual kisses, his beard prickling her rosy skin. 

“Still gotta make up for being a shithead,” he whispered against her neck.

Sydney gasped softly as his hands trailed up her legs, bunching her dress up. “Thought that was what the food was for,” she teased.

Stewy chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “Oh that was just part one of getting you to forgive me.”

"What's part two?" She asked breathlessly as Stewy's fingers hooked onto the waistband of her panties, pulling on them and making her grind against him.

"Fucking you 'til you can't walk straight."

Sydney moaned as he tugged her underwear down and she quickly kicked them off before capturing his lips in hers for a searing kiss.

Stewy wasted no time in inserting a finger inside her and fuck she already wanted more.

"By how fucking wet you are, I'm assuming part two's working?" he teased in between kisses.

Sydney whimpered and she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stand at that point, already wrapping her arms around Stewy to steady herself.

"You ok, baby?" Stewy cooed playfully as he pumped his finger inside her. "Want me to carry you to the bed?"

"Couch. Bed’s too far," Sydney hissed out, keyed up and feeling heat pool in her belly.

She expected him to say something snarky but he just fucking winked at her with a stupidly sexy smug grin before pulling his finger away and lifting her up to carry her to the couch.

Her back met the cushioned surface and Stewy was on her in an instant, kissing her roughly with teeth clacking and tongues clashing as he hiked her dress up, grinding his hips against hers. 

He still had way too many fucking clothes on.

"Look at me, Syd," Stewy commanded as he hovered above her.

Sydney gasped as she saw his lust-filled brown eyes staring right at her.

“I want you to know that you’re the only girl I want to fucking look at. Like, ever.” He captured her lips in his for a quick kiss. 

“Seeing you jealous was so hot,” he growled against her lips. “Got me so fucking hard,” he mumbled.

Stewy moved all the way down until he reached the apex between her legs, nipping at her inner thighs as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.

He pinched her and Sydney almost sobbed seeing him gaze so fucking intensely at her from between her thighs. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispered and Sydney could only nod, afraid her voice would come out as a weak cry.

Then he buried his face in her, dipping his tongue along her folds and Sydney moaned obscenely loud, her fingers grasping at the couch, trying to find anything to hold on to as she reveled in pleasure.

He lapped at her clit while his hands grabbed roughly at her thighs, keeping her from squirming too much. Sydney let out a small sob as she tried to push her hips up, whispering Yes like a chant.

She looked at the ceiling as she let out a gasp, but it was cut off as she felt Stewy roughly palm her ass and she felt his tongue leavet her clit. 

She whined at the loss but before she could say anything, Stewy tsked at her, “What did I just say? Eyes on me.” 

“I’m sorry, baby,” fell from her lips before she could stop herself, desperate to have him touch her again.

“One more chance, or I stop,” he warned her.

Sydney’s lust-filled mind was still coherent enough to say, “I thought you were supposed to make it up to me for being an asshole tonight?”

Stewy chuckled before planting a kiss on top of her clit. “I can always make up for it tomorrow, hm? You were just planning to have a cozy night alone right?”, he asked smugly as he glanced at her coffee table where her glass of wine and opened chip bag were, and across was the television screen paused at a shot of the How I Met Your Mother gang at their bar. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sydney meant for it to come out a bit more threatening but with how keyed up she was, it came out breathless and whiny. 

It made Stewy grin at her like a cheshire cat, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Then eyes. On. Me.” He punctuated each word by nipping at her inner thighs.

Sydney’s own brown eyes went back to stare at his as he finally dipped his tongue back inside her. 

“Good girl,” he said, his voice vibrating against her.

Then as if to reward her, a finger joined his tongue in bringing her closer to the edge. Sydney groaned as she kept her focus on Stewy, her body feeling so fucking tight and suddenly it was so fucking hot, so so so hot.

She was always weak when it came to Stewy, how she’d quickly succumb to his teasing and touches. But fuck she just couldn’t stay away from him and that stupid grin and that stupid voice that reduced her into a mumbling mess.

He started pumping his finger in her faster and Sydney gasped.

His name tumbled out of her mouth as her release came. Even with waves of pleasure rolling through her body, she remembered his words and kept her eyes on him as he continued to bury his face between her legs.

Her breathing was shallow and her skin was flushed as she came down from her high.

Stewy pulled away, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her thighs. “Fuck, love hearing you scream my name like that, baby. Best fucking sound in the world.”

Sydney blushed as she tiredly asked, “Part two isn’t over, right? Cuz I, you know,” she paused to reach for him, pulling him so he hovered above her body.

She rolled her hips up, feeling his hardened cock straining against his pants and fuck he was wearing too many clothes. Too many!

“I still want you inside of me,” she whispered.

She glanced at Stewy’s beard now stained with her juices, before he pressed his lips down to hers and she could taste herself on him.

Stewy fumbled with his dark blue coat before throwing it out of sight. “Baby there is nothing I want more right now than to stick my dick inside you and have you screaming my name again,” he said huskily against her lips. 

Sydney moaned, whispering Fuck as he peeled her dress off, revealing more of her rosy skin  until she was finally bare before him.

Stewy licked his lips as he eyed her hungrily. “Just look at you, Syd. Fucking gorgeous. God, I would’ve fucked you in the middle of the club.” 

She blushed as she pushed herself to sit up. Just thinking about Stewy finger fucking her on the dance floor or under their table has her aching even more for him. How he’d do it so casually too and make sure no one sees them, how he’d whisper dirty things in her ear and she’d have to bite her lip to keep quiet.

She sat in front of him, smoothing her hands over his shoulders before trailing down to the hem of his black shirt. “Too bad you were too busy with those girls by the bar,” she teased, her fingers sliding his shirt up.

Stewy helped her pull it off of him and Sydney’s hands went to his now bare chest, tracing his skin and feeling his muscles rippling under her touch.  

He pulled her body towards his and captured her lips for a kiss. Her hands went to wrap around his shoulders and she gasped when he suddenly pushed his hips up. She could feel his erection through his pants and fuck so close, so close. 

He was still wearing too many damn clothes.

“Don’t worry baby,” he whispered against her lips before moving down to kiss her jaw. “I promise to give you my full and undivided attention next time.” 

She shivered as he started sucking and nipping her neck, part of her delirious over the thought of having him leave marks on her skin for others to see. Who knows, maybe next time she’d go to the bar with him and tie her hair up?

Sydney’s hands found the zipper of his pants. “Or you could just fuck me,” she said.

“That’s going to happen either way,” he said before leaning his head down to kiss her breasts. Sydney was still fumbling with his pants and was finding it extremely hard to focus when Stewy took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.

How was this man not fucking her yet?

Stewy finally took pity on her and pulled away to help her strip him of his bottoms. He did it quickly, removing his pants and underwear, kicking them off hurriedly along with his shoes.

Sydney unconsciously spread her legs more as she saw his hardened cock. He gave her a shark-like grin, his eyes crinkling up and lighting up like he just secured a multi-million dollar deal. Her ego inflated as she realized he didn’t look at any of the girls like that earlier.

Just at her. A look he gave her and her alone.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and captured his lips in hers for a rough kiss. It was teeth and tongue, his hands squeezing her ass while her fingers curled in his dark tresses. 

She may have been the one to initiate that kiss but Stewy quickly took control, and she was more than happy to let him, moaning obscenely as he helped her wrap her legs around his waist and he rubbed his erection against her inner thighs. 

He was still fucking teasing her, dangling the pleasure she needed oh so fucking close that she rolled her hips, hoping to feel his cock touch her entrance. But Stewy’s hands kept her still and she almost sobbed, her body hot and aching for him.

“Stewy, please,” she begged unashamedly as she pressed kisses to his face.

Sydney flushed as she saw the dark, hungry lust-filled look in his eyes. Fuck, he was so sexy she was going to cry and how the fuck was he not inside her yet?!

“What do you need?” he whispered huskily and goddammit she really was going to start sobbing now.

“You, baby. I need you. Please.” she tried pushing against him again but Stewy just tsked at her and squeezed her hips.

Then he fucking smirked and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before laying her on the soft cushion as he hovered above her. “You know I can never say no to you, baby."

And he finally finally finally buried himself inside her in one deep stroke, both of them groaning at the contact. 

He started rocking inside her, slowly until he picked up in a speed that had Sydney mewling as her fingers dug into his back. He grunted above her and his shallow breaths ghosted her face. 

“Didn’t - fuck that’s good,” Stewy breath hitched as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Didn’t think you could get so jealous, baby.”

Sydney rolled her hips against his, matching his rhythm. She gasped breathlessly when one of his hands went to her breasts, pinching a nipple. “You’re - ah fuck, baby yes right there - you’re really loving this, aren’t you?”

He sucked her neck and she was sure marks would form. She was already thinking of visiting him at his work with them on full display. 

“The hottest girl I’ve ever met and have the absolute pleasure of fucking getting pissed over a bunch of trustfund airheads trying to flirt with me? Of course I love it,” he said as he started pounding into her faster, both his hands now kneading her breasts.

“Fuck, Syd. You’re so fucking hot and you take me so fucking well,” he said, still nipping her neck and snapping his hips to hers faster. “You’re my only girl, baby, my one and fucking only.”

Sydney moaned, spurred on by his words and his name tumbled from her lips.

He raised his head to press a kiss to her jaw. “Say my name again, baby,” he growled out.

She could feel the heat in her stomach and the waves of pleasure threatening to spill over, stars behind her eyes waiting to burst. “Stewy, Stewy, I’m close, I’m so close,” she mumbled incoherently as her hands threaded into his dark curls.

He started pounding into her rougher and she pulled his head up to capture his lips in hers.

“Just like that. Good girl,” he praised, and fuck she really loved his voice, loved how smooth it was and how it sent shivers down her spine. 

Her lips parted and Stewy’s mouth was on hers once more. Sydney was sobbing now, her release so close and Stewy just filled her up so well, so so so fucking well-

She yelled his name when she came, holding him as tight as possible, her nails digging into his back as her walls clenched around him. Stewy placed kisses on her neck, whispering That’s it, that’s my girl, as she came down from her high.

Sydney’s body felt like jello but she kept her arms around Stewy as he remained buried inside her. 

He kept pounding into her and Sydney gasped breathlessly, her lips parting. 

She took his face in her hands and kissed him, Stewy moaning into her mouth as he started thrusting faster and the sounds of their skin slapping against each other filling the apartment.

His thrusts turned erratic and his grunts heavier. Sydney felt his body shift to move away but she kept him in place as she continued to hold him, one arm around his back and the other cradling his face.

“Cum inside me,” was all she whispered.

Stewy groaned out a Fuck before pushing a few more deep strokes into. He stilled as he spilled inside her, with Sydney pressing kisses on his face as he came down from his own orgasm. 

He leaned over her, using his elbows to steady himself as he calmed his breathing. 

Then, in a way only Stewy could, he smirked at her, his brown eyes twinkling. “So, forgiven?”, he asked playfully.

Sydney laughed tiredly before pressing a kiss to his nose. “For now,” she teased.

Stewy grinned before pulling away to stand from the couch and find a cloth to clean up with.

He helped Sydney sit up and his cheshire grin was so smug when she scrunched her nose and had to move her legs slowly.

“Oh fuck you,” she said, affection in her voice.

Stewy brushed chestnut brown strands away from her face before kissing her forehead. “Didn’t say anything,” he teased and Sydney couldn’t help but smile. 

She knew she shouldn’t have doubted him, that he cared for her just as much as she did him.

The girls all over him earlier on the other hand, yeah they could fuck off.

Stewy sighed tiredly. “Well, I for one am putting on my PJs. Syd, the AC here is too cold someti-”

“Cold!”, Sydney suddenly yelled, her brown eyes widening. Stewy raised one eyebrow up at her as she jumped off the couch and all but ran towards the front door, as naked as the day she was born.

She rummaged through the brown paper bag on the side table for her cheeseburger, which upon closer inspection, was now at room temperature.

How could she forget!

Well ok she wanted to fuck her boyfriend, understandably.

But still!

She picked it up like it was the mythical sword in the stone, before making the short trip to the kitchen. She turned to see Stewy putting his boxers back on, a wry smile on his face.

“Thanks for choosing me over the burger, honey,” he joked, making his way over to her, bringing his coat with him.

She popped the delicious burger into the microwave. “Of course. Fortunately for you, you’re sexier. And you know how to fuck.”

Stewy snorted as he hugged her from behind, placing his coat on her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Thank God for that.”

Then they ate together while watching Pacific Rim, with Stewy asking questions every five minutes. Only after the movie did he tell Sydney that he’d already seen it before.

He was lucky he was cute. 

#amanda you already know... #i love these two sm #tom has competition... #thank you so much for this 😭🙈 #oc: sydney williams #stewy hosseini #stewy x sydney #nsft #stewy hosseini x oc

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Lesbian enemies to lovers 😁😁😁😁😁

#you already know who this is about #they make me so insane #lynnmanda #shotgunshipping #enemies to lovers #rivals to lovers #lesbian enemies to lovers #lesbian #wlw #Lynn denlon #dr Lynn denlon #Amanda young

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@prophetickisser tagged me for 5 songs so let's gooooo :)

just what i was vibin with yesterday basically

tagging: @rushinintolove @hawt-pants-exe

#tag games #not me triple checking that this was five songs like i don't know how to count or something lmao #amanda i'm not tagging you bc karime already did so don't sass me about it

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#I don't know why I'm doing this I'm just bored #I swear if someone says Logan... #he's the forgotten one fr #Lawrence lovers where are you #saw franchise #amanda young #lawrence gordon #mark hoffman #logan nelson #idk if someone else has already done this

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Okay…

#lawrusso #I think Amanda should be with me actually #Idk probably already clipped. #that shirt on him #Ralph’s smile #handsome fella #eeeeeeee #My babyman #This ep was crazy for these lines #can’t wait for S5 blooperssss #Beware my tags as always #Johnny couldn’t handle a fifth round yet so LaRusso just put him on his knees and jerked off on his face. there we go #I will be dreaming about Daniel straight up just grabbing Johnny’s hair and rubbing his dick all over his face and getting hole for it<3 #‘Bigger is better’ STOP talking about your preferences in men’s dicks Johnny #Daniel is so humble. That’s how I know he’s big. Please just get on the table go at it at this point #‘Wanna see who’s leg can go higher’ Surefire to make Daniel picture you bent in half Barbie style #The way I get that from this lol #and the real scene #That guy in the background is kinda…. #safety first #nsft

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yes, sarek is a bad dad, but no, sarek is not a bad dad. in this simple essay i will explain

#it's complicated to me #because i think sarek is such an emotional little guy without amanda's influence already #and then he's trying to make his human-vulcan kid survive living on vulcan bc he knows there are prejudices #but he's too proud to just say “i love you son” so that messes his relationship up with his kids even more #and i already don't like disco so i can elect to ignore anything that happened there #at least with sarek #i just love mark lenard's sarek so much #i keep him in my pocket <3 #sarek #star trek tos #star trek tng #episode: “sarek” #episode: “journey to babel” #to boldly blog

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Grace's style in season 1

This season, Grace is still finding herself. She has yet to undergo the major traumas involving Craig and Haibach, although there is a teaser in Bloodshot when her “boyfriend” uses her to get close to Jane. She is new to the team and eager to prove herself. Sweet-natured, compassionate, and devout, she can come across as innocent and naive at times. 

I believe her style demonstrates two (sometimes warring) aspects of her personality. First is her desire to succeed, to emulate the people she admires in law enforcement, like Lisbon. This is the side of her that follows rules and listens to the superego; it is the side that is devoutly religious. Second is her femininity and desire for self-expression in an environment that doesn’t necessarily encourage such a thing. This side flouts the status quo, encourages impulse, listens to the id; it is the side that is superstitious and believes in psychics. 

Naturally, neither side takes full precedence, but rather forms the ego – the compromise between expectation and instinct. Seemingly opposed traits can serve to fuel either side, id or superego, at a given time. "Little bit of bitch inside the nice, a little bit of nice inside the bitch," as Jane so succinctly puts it.

Let’s talk about Grace’s superego. It’s more notably present in season 1. Since she’s new, there’s more pressure on her to stay in line and acquiesce to senior members. A Catholic, she is displeased by Jane’s apathy toward religion and frequent blase attitude toward subjects she deems sacred, like suicide. She similarly takes Rigsby and Cho to task for placing bets on a man’s life in “Red-Handed.” 

Organized religion is the realm of the superego, since it is about following a moral code, and further than the dialogue, we can also see hints of Grace’s faith in the necklace she wears in almost every episode: a simple silver chain with tiny engraved dog tags that read “Hope” and “Faith.” Dog tags are frequently worn in the military, which similarly connote a strict adherence to rules and regulations and a moral code.

Now, Grace’s femininity is double-edged. As a woman, she is hardly going against the grain by wearing makeup and jewelry, dressing in skirts and heels, etc. However, she works in law enforcement, where it’s more difficult for a woman to succeed, and it might be easier to suppress any feminine self-expression lest it undermine one’s image as a legitimate cop. Therefore, Grace’s choice to wear bright colors, to assert her femininity with dressy clothes and tasteful jewelry, does in this case challenge the status quo for her particular circumstance (thus feeding the id).

The show has moments where it addresses Grace’s femininity and sexuality. She is expected to play “nice cop” and flirt with suspects to get them to open up, rather than follow her instinct to push hard. Sometimes the first thing people see is her appearance. And she is undeniably beautiful, but Grace obviously isn’t looking for attention. In fact, it makes her uncomfortable.

Her style is not about being noticed, it’s about expressing her personality. She is optimistic, earnest, compassionate, and all the things we’ve already discussed – and this all wants to shine through. You see it in the bright colors she gravitates towards, the floral patterns, the soft knits. Even her hairstyles are practical but always pretty – pulling her hair away from her face in an open, youthful style.

Grace defies stereotypes: although she likes being girly, she’s also athletic and strong. And although she has a fair amount of brawn, she’s also insanely smart. In early episodes, she tends to overdress, wearing pantsuits or skirts and heels far more often, then later becomes more assured of her own competence and feels less need to overcompensate. Then we start seeing the jeans, henleys, and tees that I associate with her. Leather jackets also start making an appearance, to show us that she can be a badass, too. 

Lisbon’s team is notoriously made up of people who are willing to bend the rules – sometimes against their instincts – and Grace is no exception. Jane, initially a curveball to Grace’s sensibilities, has his own method of law and order outside the confines of bureaucracy. He wants to make things “fair” outside of a system that doesn’t allow it, and this appeals to the dually compassionate and righteous Grace, despite her desire to comply with expectations. She resists Jane’s methods because she believes she ought to, but his outcomes conform to her image of a just world, so she ultimately goes along with him.

The colors most frequently seen in Grace’s wardrobe, aside from neutrals like grey, black, and brown, are pink, white, purple, and blue. Purple shows up the most, and as a mixture of pink and blue, it could also represent that compromise between id and superego.

These are also the colors of the bisexual pride flag, and there's the barest hint of in-canon support for a bisexual Grace (she makes a comment about Erica Flynn), and I'll take what I can get. I personally headcanon Grace as having a longstanding crush on Lisbon but I don't think there's anything textual there, sadly.

In modern western culture, pink is most often associated with young girls, and putting Grace in pink emphasizes her naivete and femininity. Purple is another feminine color, and traditionally one of royalty. It is is also a symbol of faith and piety (Psychologie de la couleur: effets et symboliques) -- which is fitting for Grace, the most religious of the team. Blue I particularly think of in connection with Marian Blue, the shade traditionally used in depictions of the Virgin Mary.

Together, these elements of color underline Grace's characteristics of moral purity, religious devotion, and innocence.

I won't argue that Grace is an actual virgin, but metaphorically she is in the context of the show. She's new to the world of crime and death; she hasn't succumbed to the cynicism and apathy of her colleagues; and, despite her resolve to follow the rules and succeed in her job, her naivete leads her to be easily beguiled by men with ulterior motives who romance her with sweet words and seemingly shared principles (Dan Hollenbeck the prime example in season 1, in Bloodshot).

As the show progresses, Grace will have plenty of opportunities to demonstrate her considerable strength and depth of character beyond the basic elements we've been introduced to in these first 23 episodes. But even with this brief glimpse into her personality, I already know that I ADORE HER.

#grace van pelt #the mentalist #amanda righetti #wardrobemoments #dude there was more i could probably say but holy damn #if i tried to make this any longer i would become incoherent lol #it already took me like 10 days to get this done geezus #lemme know your thots if you have any! #xoxo

[fantasiavii]

I’m not going to lie I don’t like what SNW is doing with Christine and Spock.

Not like it’s written bad or anything it’s just

It takes what was Christine’s unrequited crush in TOS and makes it into a thing that actually happened and then makes all of Christine’s future pining in TOS aimed at a Spock she was actually with and who now ignores her like it never happened!!!! I hate this!!! I hate it so much!!! Feels bad!!!!!!

Not to mention the redundancy of Spock and T’Pring have a “break up” before The Break Up that we all know is coming anyway

And yes I’m being a whiny baby but I really liked how they were showing T’Pring and Spock worked and tried hard to make it work and it made sense that they would try their hardest before calling it off but to have them take a break now only to (assumedly) get back together later and then break up high drama style just uuuuuggggghhhhhh idk idk it feels like they’re trying to squeeze too much in

And in all that entire episode not one mention of Michael

#i’m gonna scream #i know the records about discovery are sealed or whatever but you know who already had prior knowledge?? #SPOCK and AMANDA and PIKE and don’t you THINK #that MAYBE #when they were ALL IN A ROOM TOGETHER #trying to teach HUMAN SPOCK how to be VULCAN #one of them AT ANY POINT would have said MAN. I MISS MY SISTER #Spock Spock should have said it #he should have thought it #i don’t care that disco is apparently unpopular or whatever is happening with the weird shadow-banning of it from trek history but #I LOVE DISCOVERY AND I LOVE MICHAEL AND SPOCK DOES TOO #fuck the fans who haven’t watched disco and don’t have context they can catch the fuck up #okay shadow-banning is the wrong word but do y’all ever feel like no one talks about disco anymore #or is it just me #do i not follow the right people??

[pierswife]

Very happy I can do art on my phone when I don't wanna get up kgjwjdjwiw

#data log: manda's doodles #very happy with this wip but I'll probably put this on hold so I can work on my other project more #this is definitely something to do in between when I need a break from Big Project TM #if I had to caption it rn it'd beeeee hmmmm... #“I've never asked for this place that's called my home but hope you will be staying with me until the end” #I already know what the final caption will be :> #s/i: amanda (pkmn)

[hrokkall]

Okay hear me out. We don’t know what Carla looks like but what if Carla and Amanda look similar because Sado used Carla as her main point of reference for looking human

#Stoat Speak #Hexposting #Is this anything? I don’t know. #I’m also like 80% sure someone else has already run with this concept (which if so PLEASE show me I would love to see) #Anyway they wouldn’t look Exactly the same both because I don’t want to draw Just Amanda Again but also because I feel like it would— #—Be better to hit uncanny valley a little bit. Like you know those apps where they say ''this is what you’ll look like in [x] years''? #She does that but she’s pulling from Carla and also probably the ''this person does not exist'' site #I don’t know where I was going with this one. I’ve had major artblock + heavy workload for the past week and it’s starting to eat at me ig

[bonsai-btches]

It is 4 fucking 30 on a Saturday I should NOT be crying over Kumiko and Daniel being the absolute best couple to ever exist.

Holy fucking shit,,

#do you think america would love me? #well I know one part of it that already does #i just love them so much #saw a compilation of them on youtube #while avoiding my midterm essay #and i just broke into tears #IT GETS ME EVERYTIME #GOD #i love you amanda but i went into cobra kai hoping he married kumiko #was so sad to see that didn't happen #cries #damiko #daniel larusso #kumiko #karate kid 2 #tkk2 #cobra kai

[themyscirah]

This is such a "nobody else has read this comic" moment but like. It kills me every day that we never see Simon's conversation with Amanda Waller in JLA (2013) #5. Like I NEED to know what she said to him in that room. He goes in fully intending to detach himself from all the drama of his origin arc and get the government off his back yet when he leaves he joins Waller's JLA (which is a different, rival entity of the JL at this time). And THEN in JLA comic he's not just on the team, he's one of the more pro-Waller/pro-authority members!!! Which doesn't sound like Simon!!! Like at all! But again this is the Wall we are talking about. And they had a private conversation together! For an unspecified amount of time! That we know nothing about! Like this is Amanda freaking Waller if anyone could say something to make this make sense it would be her. SO I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SHE SAID. but also also also we see ANOTHER change of heart from Simon towards Waller (and the government) in Green Lanterns #1! (I think.) Here he's shown being fed up as the government tries to manipulate him for information and to gain power and such and is like keeping tabs on him and his family etc. So obviously he's become disillusioned with this and is not happy about it, which is the kind of reaction you would expect from him! Like that actually makes sense!!!

So its like logically you figure that his characterization in JLA is bad (it is new 52) and doesn't make sense and stems from an ignorance of his character (who had been in literally 16 comics before this. Including cameos. Like bruh just read them) and that's why this doesn't make sense. BUT THERE'S STILL THAT CONVERSATION WITH WALLER. Like I want this to my sense so bad. And my brain knows what Amanda Waller is like like it KNOWS that something could have plausibly happened in that room to make this line up! Like it's Amanda freaking Waller anything could have happened there. I need to know what happened there. I will NEVER know what happened there.

#like its a new 52 comic it makes sense that it wouldnt make sense!!!!!!! but there is this GAP and it is driving me nuts #because if anyone could have said something to make this make sense it would be waller!!!! NEVER underestimate waller!!!! that is how she #gets you. also shadow government plots shes very good at those at well #especially when they explode in everyone's faces including her own #she still comes out swinging #grrrrrr no but this drives me SO bonkers because like AGGGHHHHH and its some random new 52 comic like no one cares but then #I am all like guys lets talk abt the Simon and Amanda Waller dynamic lets talk abt Simon and Waller like NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I AM TALKING ABT #like they met??????? yeah in a nu52 comic that i read in my quest to read every simon baz appearance #im 9999.999% sure dc has totally forgotten this comic existed. the writer probably has too. the only thing its notable for is causing drama #to lead up to forever evil. #anyways just oh my god. the simon and waller missing conversation is insane to me. what the fuck did they say?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! #maybe i go crazy bc of this bc theyre both in my top 10 on locg. like ive read a bunch of simon but ive also read ostrander + yale suicide #squad. which is the waller holy grail. and so i am vertifiably insane #only way for this to get more swishy self indulgent is to merge GL and SS even more and bring ben into it #i love ben he just dropped out of my top 10 and im devastated. i should read more ben comics. ive read a good chunk already hes not in that #many. also jess should be there. that would be even more self indulgent and make me crazier #suicide squad comic but you just stuff all swishy's faves in a room and expose them to the wall #wait shit this is giving me ideas now i dont have time for this LOG OFF LOG OFF #what was i saying again????? oh. #blah #simon baz #amanda waller

[thebobbiebrown]

saw 2 pretty good i really like the idea that the jigsaw game taking place in a house. and the fact that the room from the 1st took is in the exact location was nice to see. amanda young taking over kramer's place is interesting. i like how they didnt make it obvious about the twist especially with the whole "he helped me" stuff and i rlly look forward to seeing more of this in the next film cuz this kinda got me hooked

#i rlly dont know what else to say but you guys should definitely watch saw if you havent already #amanda young is pretty ngl #that drug dealer guy was kind of an asshole i didnt like him much (iforgot his name) #oh yeah and the traps are pretty brutal like imagine cutting your eye to get a key

[sharkneto]

Hello! What does Amanda look like since I can’t really find any description of her rn :”D

Fair enough - her descriptors are really sprinkled through the fic. Gotta read closely ;) It's a cliche weakness of fanfic that I fall into - not great at describing characters (because we already know what everyone looks like). It just always felt weird in Ch2 for Sarah to be like "and this is how I describe my students I've known for a year or more". I do keep coming back to that chapter and staring at it like "descriptors?" Maybe one day I'll figure that out.

Amanda is Black, 5'4" and average weight. As of the end of Ch2 she wears her hair in long box braids. She has glasses - they're round and gold, altho I don't know if I ever explicitly describe the glasses outside of "round". The only time I think I explicitly describe the clothes she wears is in Ch7 when she's dressed up in a little black dress for Going Out, and I'm chagrined to say I've never really thought about what she wears day to day - I'm going to say she's more casual, fashionable and cute but not over the top. Be as creative with that as you want. The year in the fic is 2010-2012 if you want to be Fashionably Accurate for whatever the fuck we were doing in 2010.

#HIT had the benefit of a POV that didn't already know Rob and Sarah so i could just be like DESCRIPTION #altho i still did Sarah dirty in the first round - i had to up the descriptors for her during a general edit #idk if any of you went back to reread and caught that or not #all the above descriptors for Amanda are sprinkled through Ch2 Ch7 and the roadtrip for the most part #but a very good question. one of these days i'll get a better handle on better describing characters #amanda #ficblogging #homemade blorbos

[thewau]

after years of waiting I am finally able to get into SOMA, time to make an oc for it

#soma game #I'm already mostly thru the game and I love it so much #immediately latched onto Ross cause I knew his va as Samuels in Alien: Isolation #and uh if you know my alien isolation sideblog you know I love Samuels skldshkdhskdx #was surprised to see Amanda's va in SOMA #mad eme surprised and happy hearing her #anyways I have made an intern oc who kinda gets fucked up

[ikeameatballspoisonedme]

Regarding Dream, this is exactly the CallMeCarson situation again. Even if he didn't actually send her the picture of his cock, even if the victims all lied about their age, he's still manipulating his individual fans to believe that they're ~special~ for romantic advantages. I think a creator dating a fan are not always bad (see Drew Gooden and Amanda) but idk I feel like the creator must not use their status to make them love them, you know. Drew befriended Amanda before they were dating, while Dream instantly send his victim a special snapchat for ~special fans~ then proceed to flirt with multiple female fans. It's so gross to me

Dream also often weaponized his fans to do the harassment for him, like now his fans accuses the victim of begging Keemstar to cover the Dream news (context: Keemstar tweeted 'lol I won't do the Dream drama no matter how much y'all beg' and the victim obviously was offended by this), faking her age (she used to put 1994 as his old birth year on Twitter, big whoop lol people under 13 make up birth year to be on Twitter all the time, not to mention that Dream is not chasing a 25 years old), and so much more. And his fans believed it. He nurtured his fans to attack all accusations against him. Incredibly awful

#Also another thing about Drew is that he was still just a Vine guy when he met Amanda #He doesn't have much exposure as nowadays #Just the road work ahead guy #Dream... yeah you already know who he is #Anyway. I hope Kuncan Duncan makes a video about this #ALSO idk man stop chasing girls who just turned 18?????? #You are 22 you fucking freak #Idk how about date Bella Poarch or something #EDIT: just read someone saying that 'well uh why didn't she stop sexting lol that's on her' #Are you fucking KIDDING ME #THAT'S THE POINT OF GROOMING FANS DUMMY