#but can i put shep in the box

[wellbelesbian]

carry on pornbots, what we know:

okay, so i’m sure many of you have noticed the carry on pornbot phenomenon that’s started happening, and i’m obsessed, so here is what i’ve put together so far. big thanks to the folks in the carry on server who found all the bots (at least, i think that’s all of them) and decoded some stuff!

if you’d rather see this all unfold for yourself, don’t click read more. but if you want to catch up or just keep your head straight, here’s everything i know:

so, the bots we know of so far, in no particular order. are:

Gareth @bucklemeup342

Daphne @strawberry-spreader-342

Natasha @headmistress-pitch-342

Smith Smith-Richards @the-real-chosen-one-422

The Minotaur @greekfurry342

Lamb @i-assure-you-im-real-223

Braden @youre-an-apocryphal-concept-223

Mitali @head-milf-in-charge-342

Jeff the were-badger @stay-out-of-the-quiet-zone-223

Ginger @level-me-up-223

Lady Ruth @i-eat-the-cake-422

Ebb @other-girls-definitely-count-342

also worth noting @real-cryptid-friend-shep-239, but we will get back to him.

we still don’t know what the numbers in these names mean.

most of the links in the urls lead to the ao3 page for their respective character or a ship they are involved in (for example Braden and Lamb both take you to their ship tag, which is woefully empty). however Jeff’s takes you to his ao3, the imdb page for I Was A Teenage Wereskunk and the wikipedia page for Carhenge.

so, the bots started appearing a few days ago, i think i got my first follow from one on boxing day, or maybe the day after. i didn’t pick up on the first few and blocked them. like many people, they came to my attention when Rainbow posted about them.

since then, Lamb, Braden and Mitali have been active.

first, Braden and Lamb had this exchange:

then Mitali responded to this ask from @thewholelemon

i messaged Ebb asking her to open her asks, and a few hours later when i checked again, all the asks that had previously been closed, such as Ebb and Daphne, had them opened. I’ve sent an ask to Ebb but she hasn’t responded yet.

then Braden reblogged this aftg art

i presume this was an accident and whoever is behind this meant to post it to their main account. or maybe it was a hint? Braden later added:

now seems like a good time to mention that Braden is double verified, which means not only time and effort but money has gone into this. i truly applaud whoever is behind it!

Braden also responded to another ask. this one is anonymous so it could have been sent by anyone.

finally, Gareth just posted this

and then there’s Shepard…

so, this account that resembled the others and was impersonating Shepard was found. in his bio is the link to his ao3 page and a rickroll.

but it isn’t like the others. it was created 3 months ago, it hasn’t followed anyone, and it posted some puzzles.

the first was this

which @raenestee figured out was hexadecimal code and spells out ‘Las Vegas’.

then came

which @thewholelemon worked out was page, line and word numbers in Wayward Son. that spells out “This is not Shepard”

then finally there was this wordsearch

@onepintobean found the word ‘contact’, then @yellobb solved the rest

and that’s all Shepard has given us. it’s funny, but personally, i don’t think it’s the same person/people behind this account as it is behind all the others.

but that’s it for now! i’ve reached the limit for photos i can add and that’s about all the information i can think of. i might add to this, we’ll see how complicated it gets. but either way it’s a lot of fun, especially to keep track of in real time. massive kudos to whoever is running all this!

#carry on bot shenanigans

[crazyf0rswayze]

Mean!Steve x Fem!Reader

I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind. But I know that this time i have said too much been too unkind

I try to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies, I try to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes

Warnings: kisses, yelling, cursing. mentions of scars and a bad household. If I missed anything lmk

Request: could you do that the reader and Steve are kinda like... hate each other? And one day the reader and Steve are arguing over something stupid and Steve crosses the line and brings up something that he knows the reader is sensitive about, but he apologies later and they make up, make out 🤫🤭 alittle smvt...☺️

@angelaa-shep here's ur fic! Sorry I didn't answer the actual ask but I had the whole aesthetic above already set up then I remembered this is an ask...so um...yea

Y/N POV

I'm not sure why it was like this, but it was. Steve and I had always been at each other's necks. Arguing, wrestling each other, teasing. I know I didn't hate him, but I don't know if he hated me or not. He probably does and I don't blame him. I'm an asshole, I've never been know for being super kind unless I'm with my friends. We work together. But I try to do cashier most of the time unless Sodapop gets to it first. Then I have to do stock everything...and god forbid I have to work on a car with Steve Randle. That was something.

"Hand me the wrench"

"Here" I slide him the non-adjustable wrench

"Wrong one you idiot! God your so stupid!"

"Well you didn't specify DUMBASS!"

Is how that goes. Anyway...

I was making sure everything was good and set up and clean as I waited for the boys to get here.

"Well look who's here early" Steve teases. Oh good! it was going to be a day full of arguments!!

"I'm taking cashier." Sodapop says immediately

"I'll work on the car for a little bit." Steve says, walking out the door that leads to the repair area.

"And I'll restock" I mumble going to the back and grabbing the things that needed restocking. I brought a few boxes out into the main area and flicked out the blade of my switch. I cut open the box to see loads of chips. I grab handfuls of them and bring them to the shelves that they belonged on.

"Gonna be a great day" Sodapop says sarcastically.

"What do ya mean?" I ask as I squat down to restock the bottom shelves.

"It's a weekend?? All the girls come in flirting" Soda complains

"Well take this time to prepare" I say jokingly.

"Will do" Sodapop replies with an airy chuckle. He puts his feet up on the counter and knocks his head back, looking at the ceiling.

"You seem exhausted already!" I joke, walking past him so I can go grab another box and cut it open.

"Late night" He says, looking at me as I walk out of the back room.

"Doing what?" I ask teasingly

"I had to listen to Darry and Ponyboy argue again" he says with a sigh

"Oh...I'm sorry. That sucks" I say. I rubbed the scar on my cheek that my 'friend' gave me. When people talk about fighting it's like a reaction to rub my scar....It's kinda weird

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't too bad" Soda says before taking his feet off the counter and looking forward and not at the ceiling. Someone was coming in and I guess he didn't want to look 'unprofessional'.

"Hiya there Curtis" Some girl says twirling her hair around her finger.

"Hi" Sodapop says nervously. He looks anywhere but at her. She scoffs and walks over to where I'm standing as I restock.

"Hi" She says rudely.

"Hi how are ya?" I ask without looking at her

"Good, but I need you to move." She says chewing her gum as loudly as possible.

"Ask nicely and I will darlin'" I reply still not looking at her. But I see her, out of the corner of my eye, look at Sodapop for help. I look at him and he shrugs and looks away from us.

"Please. Move" She says

"Maybe just...a little nicer" I say pinching my fingers and looking at her. She seems shocked and I couldn't tell if it was the scar or the mean look on my face.

"Can I just grab those please?" She says quietly. Oh god it felt good to make people go quiet.

"Yea" I whisper and walk away with crossed arms. I grab another box from the back and bring it in to cut it open. The girl is at the front paying for her bag of chips, a soda and she's flirting with Sodapop. Soda is smiling and I can't tell if he's liking it or if hes nervous. He looks over at me for help and I shrug, not knowing what to do...or maybe I did

"Shit! Aw fuck!" I yell dropping my switchblade on the floor with a loud 'clunk' sound. Sodapop rushes over and crouches beside me looking at the cut on my hand. It wasn't big but it certainly wasn't small. Steve comes rushing in and rushes to my side looking at my hand as Sodapop goes to get the first aid kit. Steve goes to the cash register to deal with the girl. I thought it was funny tat he didn't know it was an act.

"Did she pay!?" Steve yells at Sodapop

"Yea!" Soda yells back

"You can go now" Steve says to the girl. Soda comes back out with no first aid kit.

"Please tell me it was ketchup?" He says. I look at him stupidly

"I didn't think of that" I say laughing a little.

"What the hell was that!? And what's going on...ketchup?? What is going on!!" Steve demands angrily.

"So basically that girl was flirting with me and I looked at Y/n for help and she um.." He cuts himself off with a snort laugh

"She did that as a distraction." Sodapop explains.

"You two are so god damn stupid" Steve says putting his hands on his hips. Soda goes to the back and grabs the first aid kit and hands it to me.

"Go clean yourself up" He says with a chuckle. I stand up and take the kit with me to the bathroom. I wash my hand with water and then put some hydrogen peroxide on the gash. It would probably leave a scar which is something I did not plan on doing.

"Fuck...." I whisper. I wrap the cut in gauze and head back out into the main area to see only Steve.

"Sodapop is gonna work on the car" Steve says from behind the counter. His arms were crossed and his feet were up on the counter.

"Are you ok?" Steve asks in a shy little whisper

"Awww look at you! Deep down you care so much don't you?" I ask teasingly

"I asked a simple damn question!" He says as he stands up. His arms are by his sides now.

"It's fine. My hand is fine" I say

"Good because if it leaves a nasty scar like that one Victoria gave you that would suck" He says

"YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT MY SCAR! AND YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT VIC! IT WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT!" I yell with tears in my eyes. I walk out the door slamming it behind me. Steve and Sodapop run after me

"I didn't mean it! Especially not like that!" Steve yelled out

"Or did you? Because every fucking day you have to start a fight or say something about me, and about my home life! What about yours huh? The dad that kicks you out once a week?" I ask angrily. Sodapop looks from me to Steve, and back.

"I'm not fucking doing this. Get this shit sorted out ok?" He says before walking back to the repair shop.

"That's not fair. You don't get to talk about my parents" Steve says

"NOT FAIR!!?? You get to talk about my family and insult me but the moment I state a fact you get all pissy!" I exclaim. Steve just stands there biting his lip.

"I didn't mean to say that thing about your scar. It...it's beautiful. It makes you looks tuff, and I guess I've gotten so used to it that it completes your face."

"Thank you. But that's not what I want to talk about"

"Then what is it?" Steve asks with a shrug

"Why do we have to fight!? I'm so damn tired of it and there's point in it! We say the rudest shit and move on like it didn't hurt the other person! And I'm completely guilty of saying horrible things to you but you always say things that are worse. It makes me think of my house and I don't want to think about that. Being outside should be an escape not getting dragged back in...Can we just stop?" I ramble on as tears fall down my face.

"I don't know why I do it...I just...do. I'll stop. I really like you and I didn't really realize I was hurting you." Steve explains looking at the ground.

"You really like me?" I question. Why the hell would he like me? I mean I liked him but him liking me back was something I couldn't understand.

"Yea I do. And maybe in the back of my mind if I became an asshole I could get over that feeling and I think that's why I've been insanely rough these past few months because I-I wasn't sure if you'd like me back o-or even want to be my friend rather than frenemy." Steve says with a little chuckle. His hands were cupping my cheeks. And his thumbs were rubbing over where the stream of tears had been.

"I like you too..." I say looking in his pretty blue eyes. There were tears in them. He closed his eyes and put his forehead on mine

"I'm so so sorry for being such an ass. You didn't deserve that" He whispers as his voice breaks a little

"It's ok" I whisper back and close my eyes as well. He connects our lips for a little bit and then parts from me.

"C'mon. Let's get back or Sodapop will think we eloped to Mexico" Steve says with a breathy chuckle as he wipes a few tears. We walk back to the shop and he sits behind the counter as I restock the ice creams.

#steve randle #steve randle x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #fanfic #greaser #kisses #sodapop curtis

[tunastime]

TUNA TUNA TUNA TUNA TUN- *trips and falls on my face*

That docsuma fic huh HUH , I absolutely LOVED it you don't even know how hungry I am for those two interacting, especially in dbhc au

You just kinda know when to post these I guess since I've been thinking about dbhc docsuma lately and this fic saved me

and just to put it into perspective, I am a person who prefers oneshots drabbles stuff like that, you know short stuff, whenever it's a longer fic I need to take breaks y' know but you have accomplished something that almost no one could because you made me read the whole +3000 words fic in one sitting and then I even re-read it which I NEVER do, so that's how good your writing is I guess wow....- there aren't many authors who can put such realistic images in my head when I read something

also props for writing sleep deprived/exhausted Xisuma so realistically - It's a popular thing in xisuma-centric fics but DAMN you definetely know how to write it properly, in a way that really makes me enjoy the fic. I like how you portrayed that feeling of when you, like, flow from sleep to concious state when you're tired it's just MMMMMM (need to add that descriptions of Doc's feelings are really sweet he's such a silly guy he's so confused <3 also how much he cares for X is so cute <333)

^ this sleepy derp invaded my computer today so I'm handing him back to you

Sorry for the long ramble! Just needed to tell you how much I enjoyed reading it, it made my day for sure!

PICKS YOU UP AND PUTS YOU BACK ON YOUR FEET. GRABS YOUR SHOULDERS. MAY MAY MAY MAY I'm going to explode into one billion small pieces!!!!!

FIRST OF ALL. XISUMA. XISUMA IN MY ASK BOX? HE IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME?? ;.; ohh the way he looks so so tired and comfortable, and the lighting is so soft, I adore him so much.

gimme a second I need to lie down. brother, I am CRAZY about them on such a fundamental level brother it is NOT OKAY. I'm not okay. I needed to post this as soon as possible so people knew that KJSHDFJKDSHF

but also, WAUGH?? WAU!! I'm so so honored... I'm always a multiple sitting reading girlie because I get either so so sucked in and NEED to stop myself, or I'm reading at such an inopportune time LOL. BUT THAT IS SO SWEET. AUGH. I'm so so glad when I get something across (like sleepy xisuma, or the half-consciousness, or xisuma all stiff and in pain, or the sleepy affection). and writing Doc like this has been sooooo fun.

Doc really is trying hard to grapple with something he doesn't quite understand or can't compartmentalize, and I spent a good and fair amount of time talking with shep about how xisuma and him might be interacting without the helmet on, what emotions might come into play, and how they might both navigate that situation. I like to joke that nobody understand xisuma/docsuma like I do but that absolutely cannot be true LMAOO I'm just crazy about him/them for no reason

auwawugh. sniffling really pathetically. I need to go lie down I think <3

#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH #okay back to normal I think < me when I lie #text #asks #1-marigold-1 #THIS WAS SO SWEET TO WAKE UP TO BTW. IT'S LIKE NOON NOW IN MY TIMEZONE BUT IT WAS MORNING WHEN I FIRST READ THIS

[canonicallysoulmates]

Jared JIB13 Sunday Panel

I Was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS is his entrance song and the only reasons I am mentioning it is because a. it's a perfect song for him and b. I love this song.

What was the biggest lesson that he thinks Sam thought him?

He says, it's funny because his 11yr old son is doing his summer reading assignment before starting 6th grade, and he's reading about the hero's journey, he had a choice of 10 to 12 books to choose from to read this summer. And Jared's fascinated with archetypes, tropes, general storylines that are similar like Star Wars with Luke Skywalker or Harry Potter with Harry Potter, or Lion King with Simba and the journeys these heroes go through and how there are roadblocks along the way; many years ago when he hadn't talked about what he dealt with just personally it was sort of like keep fighting until you find out what you're fighting for so keep putting one foot in front of the other. Sam obviously went through a lot and continued to go through a lot but he thinks Sam thought him, ironically because he died a bunch of times, but there's a saying life is short live it up but hopefully life is long.

So who do you want to be, if you are lucky enough, if you are fortunate enough to have a life there was a long time in his life he didn't think he'd make it to 30 (brb gonna go sob 😭) and now he's 40, has kids that he hopes make it to who knows what Elon Musk is gonna do 500yrs old or something but live like life is long not like life is short. When you're in your teens and 20s you think you gotta live it up and stay up till 5am and drink beer, but you can't do that you gotta live like life is long and be who you want to be, how do you want to be remembered. What Sam and Dean both did was kind of thankless to some extent you know they weren't going on tv shows to talk about killing a rugaru they just did the right thing because it was the right thing to do, so just try and do the right thing, and you're gonna fail and you're gona misstep but just be better and do your best. x

Does he have a favorite dad joke or thing he likes to embarrass his kids with?

He has a lot of favorite dad jokes, his go to lately is: he just realized he only knows 25 letters of the alphabet, he just doesn't know Y. There's also: never trust stairs they're always up to something. As well as: rest in peace boiling water, you will be mist. And: you can always tell a mummy a secret because they always keep things wrapped up. x

Do his children ever ask him to play a particular role, and which one do they ask for?

Odette wants him to be in her band. The other day she had a friend from school over for her first sleepover, and they have a piano and electric drumset and after her friend left the next day she told him and G that she and her friend were going to be in a band, she's gonna be the drummer and the lead she's very proud of herself but she usually wants him to be in a band with her.

Shep wants him to be the unsuspecting victim of an ambush, he'll never tell him but he'll tell G to tell him to walk somewhere then he "ambushes him" and it's great, it's fun until the other day. Shep had his buddy over and they have this airsoft guns, and they anted to ambush him so G told him, and he went out and they "ambushed" him. And he was carrying a cardboard box which he immediately put over his face and he was playing the part and being like 'help! help!'. They were having fun, and all of a sudden he stops getting shot and hears crying, and when he looks Shep is on the ground holding his butt because Jared's dog Koda thought Shep was trying to kill him, and bit him on the butt because he's trained to protect him. He didnt break skin it was just a warning bite but it scared the kid, but at the same time it's what Koda was trained to do so he can't get mad. And he says it might be bad parenting but he though at least Koda didn't bite Shep's friend because that migt be more difficult to explain.

And he's right, ideally no one would have gotten bitten but it's better that it wasn't Shep's friend because some parents are harshly unforgiving of dog bites regardless of the circumstances, the severity of the bite, or how long they've known the dog owner. x

If he had the opportunity to play another character in another show or movie with Jensen what would it be?

He wants to play his older brother. See how that works; he loves working with Jensen, obviously he loves working with him, he would love to work with him again and he's certain that he will work with him again. He'd like to play his little brother again as well, they've kind of joked- Jensen's been very busy obviously, but they've joked about him being on Walker in some capacity where they have a Maverick moment so he thinks that would be fun cause they've shared a screen so much. They got to do a lot, Jensen was Michael while he was Sam, he was Lucifer while Jensen was dean, he was possessed Jensen was shape shifting so they got to play a lot of dynamics he loved them all and they'll share a screen again. x

Does he think Sam believed that Dean would shoot him if it meant killing Chuck and getting his freedom? This is in relation to the scene in 15.17.

Not for a second. No. He thinks both brothers have such tunnel vission wether Sam has to do something to pull Dean out when he's not listening or Sam has tunnel vision and Dean has to do something to pull him out. It was kind of a flipside of Sacrifice in s8 were Sam felt he had to do this thing and Dean was like wait wait wait, it's almost the equivalent of slapping somebody on the cheek or giving them a smelling salt or something to get them out, you do it with dogs you clap. So he thinks Sam knew that this was gonna wake Dean up. He doesn't think he ever thought Dean would ever shoot him. x

Is there any scene in SPN, Walker, or any other show he'd like to re-shoot?

This is gonna sound like he's making a joke but every scene, he means Sam was so different in s1 and the stories were so different that he was in s15 so part of him wishes- it's like the saying youth is wasted on the young, so if he knew then what he knows now he would have done things a little differently. But he thinks, speaking of SPN specially because it was such a big part of his life and career, it was kinda nice to see Sam grow up. If Sam knew in the Pilot or Wendigo what Sam knew in 15.20 then it wouldn't have been an exciting show, it'd be like this guy knows everything and he knows everything, so it was enjoyable for him to grow alongside Sam so he guesses he'll focus on the part of him that likes to be in the moment for what it was when it was there are plenty of scenes- funny enough the first scene that came to his mind is a scene that tortured him for a while after he went home for the night, but he's had some of the fandom and some coworkers tell him what a great job it was, he's talking about the beautiful, emotional scene between Sam and Dean at the end of Prophet and Loss.

He had a really difficult time remembering his lines, he thought he did, and he had been doing it for 20yrs it wasn't because he slept in or didn't memorize his dialogue he treated the scene the same way he had treated every other scene he had for his entire career but for some reason it just wasn't clicking in his brain. And he was so frustrated with himself and in the scene Sam is so frustrated with Dean and they shot the scene and he was having a really tough time with it and he was like 'what? am i having a stroke? what's going on?' and he doesn't mean that as a stroke joke, he means it literally he tought he had a stroke because his brain just wasn't clicking.

Says he went home and cried himself to sleep, and woke up and still felt bad about it cause he didn't sleep well, and he got up and started apologizing to people saying how sorry he was about the previous night 😭😭😭 But they didn't understand what he was talking about and he said he wasn't there, he didn't bring what he ususally does on set as a leader, and as an actor, and they told him it was great. For some reason, he thinks, Sam and Jared kinda melded in that scene and like they knew the show was ending, it was really tough emotionally the entire time and he thinks some part of himself and some part of Sam didn't want to say the words he was saying so it was a weird mental block that he's never had happen before or since. So that's his isntinct but he guesses he'd leave it as it was because it was as honest as he could have been as an actor and as a character. x

Does he think he has been a teacher in an unconvetaional way through his storytelling?

He responds that it's a great way to think of it and it's very flattering. He guesses he would say that some of his work in tv or movies have served some teaching purposes, he'll say it for sure because it has thought him a lot so if it helps teach - he thinks the great part about teaching is really asking questions and making people figure out to ask questions not just giving them the answers you can go to a calculator or to Google if you want answers but trying to learn how to think and how to do things those have been the most important lessons that he has learned, and learning is forever ideally. If you're not still learning and growing then today, right now, is the best you'll ever be and that's kind of depressing to him.

So he hopes he's been able to help people ask questions and he thinks that was a cool thing about SPN because they were in so many bizarre situations it made him think literally about what he would do like with soulless!Sam. When Sera Gamble told him between seasons 5 and 6 that he would come back soulless he started wondering what that meant, and what a soul is, and he read about what the great philosophers and theologians thought the soul was or what it could be or what religion is and how they kind of correlate across cultures and across societies and eras so he thinks if in his process of learning he was able to help teach at all then then very cool. His mother was a teacher, she's retired now, and she thought him, she showed him how to start asking questions. Anybody can memorize what's in a book to an extent, or look up what happened but the more interesting part to him is why did it happen, what were they thinking and why did they think they were doing the right thing, do they know they're doing the wrong thing, what would he do. x

There are some emotional scenes where Sam's voice breaks like he can't get the words out, is that Sam's voice or Jared's?

He would say Sam's voice. Sam's voice as informed by Jared's interpretation of who Sam is and was and would be in that moment. He's never done an affectation in his voice, he's never made it go higher or lower he just kinda did whatever he felt Sam would do, and funny enough like in some of the earlier seasons of SPN he did kind of lower his voice but he felt like Sam would lower his voice because Sam was already a man, he'd already hunted ghosts and had this shitty life he lost his mom when he was a baby and he felt like Sam still was not a man yet he still was pretending to be a man. He had done a lot of stuff that men never do, and he means man as an adult the adult version of what he was, not a boy or girl, but he never consciously- he'll say if he can hang his hat on one thing and be proud of himself for SPN is he gave everything to Sam. Everything he had and he didn't always have as much as maybe he would have wanted but that was just the way Sam came out through him and through dialogue.

He guesses there was one episode were he used a fake voice but that was French Mistake, and again that was Sam. He never did anything for the sake of Jared, and he thinks that also Jensen never did anything for the sake of Jensen, and he thinks that's one of the main reasons why SPN went so long, and why they were so trusted. For many years there were no producers in Van, all the writers and producers were in LA then they got Kim Manners and then he passed, then they had another couple years where there was no real creative producer there they just trusted them because they knew it wasn't like they were going to want to do a backflip because they thought it was cool in the next ep that's not true to Sam and Dean, and they wanna be as true to Sam and Dean as possible and so both Jensen and he were kinda just - he loves Sam, Jensen loves Dean, he loves Dean, Jensen loves Sam, and he wanted to do him justice so whatever happened was Sam. x

Jared JIB13 Sunday

#jared padalecki #noniwtv #mine #i love this man so much

[blackownersseekingsuccess]

The Resurgence of Cult Jam: Why Their Comeback Is Worth Celebrating

by Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.

Step back in time with me to the 1980s, when New York City's art scene was bursting with vibrancy and color. From the underground Hip Hop culture to the iconic Paradise Garage and Funhouse, the city was a haven for creatives of all kinds. Whether you were into New Wave, CBGB's Punk Rock, Graffiti art, or Breakdancing in Times Square, NYC was the place to be.

Amid all this creative energy emerged the musical group that would take the city by storm: Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam featuring Full Force. "I Wonder If I Take You Home" sold out in record stores as the soulful voice of Lisa Velez and the group's unique sound made them an instant success.

But with fame came a price, and it was a steep one. Recently, I had the chance to sit down with Michael Hughes, one of the founding members of Cult Jam, and discuss the challenges that come with success in the music industry. From the highs of topping the pop, R&B, and dance charts to the struggles of navigating the industry's demands, We spoke in-depth regarding the price of fame. I was fortunate enough to have musician Michael Hughes share his insights on making it in the music business in the 1980s and today

Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.: How are you, Mr. Mike Hughes? You came out of a very vibrant art scene in NYC that pretty much centered around “you had to be there to understand” How would you describe those days in the early 1980's on W. 26th Street in NYC at the Funhouse? 

Michael Hughes: At that time in New York City, at that age was phenomenal. Music and dance were so experimental then. We had such a great variety of music. Not just House music, R&B, or just Funk and Disco if it had a great rhythm or said something special, it got played; mixed crowds, straight or gay, we danced all night. 

LWC: Back in those days you had innovators like Keith Haring, Basquiat, Jellybean Benitez, Madonna, Africa Bambata, Shep Pettibone, Mister Magic, Funky Four Plus One More, and on and on and on; even Sade once worked at the Danceteria what was it about that period in a time in which none of the useful tools that young people now have easily at their disposal is made available; but yet so much creativity came out of that scene of music artist, graffiti artist, makeup artist, DJ, dancers, etc.?

MH: When you appreciate and respect all that came before you. And feed on the creativity of those around you. It's impossible for the seeds of growth not to enter your soul.

LWC: Cult Jam was the first Street/Urban act that came out of Columbia Records which is now Sony take me through that from A&R to executive decisions it was apparent that they were jumping on a bandwagon by opening the door to an act that had street-cred yet were still musically accomplished to be a gateway for the Hip-Hop that followed once you guys opened the door with two #1 smash hits on the Pop charts Head To Toe which also topped R&B and Dance Charts as well, and Lost In Emotions which to me aged better than Head To Toe and that music video was amazing; especially given the time of cheap urban videos. What was your take on that?

MH: Cult Jam came out following in the footsteps of groups like "Secret Weapon ", Unlimited Touch, GQ, and Shannon; other groups and artists came behind us continuing the music flow. Labels and the so-called powers that like to put music in boxes/categories so they can control what they usually don't even understand. 

LWC: CBS/Columbia Records {note: CBS/Columbia records is now SONY} did a poor job promoting the group the name was too long ‘Lisa, Lisa & Cult Jam featuring Full Force’ I feel it was a marketing strategy that was also being used with Miami Sound Machine to breakup the act and create a solo space for Lisa Lisa (Lisa Velez) do you agree? 

MH: The add-on to our name ‘Cult Jam’ was merely a shot in the dark at marketing something catchy. You never really know about that stuff. We used to say what's in a name. It's a stupid name until you have a hit.

LWC: How has the music industry changed since those early years? 

MH: The industry is different now, but what remains the same is money makes promotion make success. 

LWC: Do you guys Cult Jam {note: and female vocalist} feel more empowered today or was the industry machine better than the social media/internet freedoms of today?

MH: We as a lot of indie artists are empowered. We can create something we love 100% with no interference or someone looking over our shoulder. Those creations can feel like your children. But the company machine can be very helpful. There is a give and take in every situation. Life is full of compromise. 

LWC: Talk a bit about where you are now and Cult Jam in its current form and describe your music genre. Are you still under the umbrella of Hip Hop and freestyle? What is the evolution?

MH: Cult Jam music can be best described then and now as feel-good-good. You dance and sing we supply the ambiance.

LWC: I represent a Black Literature space as well as a college student base that often is unaware of music beyond the same mainstream artist that’s constantly being streamed if there was one song of Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam to introduce them to your music what would that one song be?

MH: I wonder if I take you home our first puts you into the feel of what comes in the colors of Cult Jam. Celebrate what love can do from our current creations and keep that sexy feel essence. 

LWC: So now my question is how would you introduce someone unfamiliar with your previous music to who you are as Cult Jam today?

MH: Seeing Cult Jam live has always been what represents us best. We were a touring band from day one.

LWC: Thank you so much for speaking with our audience today. You are a boss.

MH: Much love and appreciation - Mike "Cult Jam" Hughes. 

Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.

Editor, BOSS NYC

#music #black fashion #black theme #black tumblr #musician #tunes #music video #songs #new music #good music #black entrepreneurship #black history #afro latina #afro latino representation #nyclife #nyc #vintage nyc #new york #manhattan #new york city #nyc photography #harlem #Youtube

[bigplaceexchange]

Sign Up Walk Through (February Update)

Hey all. Hope you're doing well. I've finally gotten the sign-up form to a place I like it, so I wanted to share a guide to signing up for the exchange.

If you're familiar with other Mass Effect or Dragon Age exchanges like Spec Reqs or the Black Emporium, it works pretty similarly to that, but with some differences.

Guide ahoy.

REQUESTS

The first thing you'll see is your requests area. Here is where you're putting what you'd like to receive from your gifter.

Relationship: You MUST request one relationship. You CAN request up to three. If you're only interested in receiving mshenko (Kaidan/Male Shep) gifts, only click that box. Same with fshenko (Kaidan/Female Shep). Use Kaidan Alenko/Shepard to request non-binary Shepards, or if you don't care about the gender of Shepard.

Additional Tags: This is where you tell us what KIND of gift you'd like. You can pick or the other or both.

Link: This is where you'd link your Tumblr, exchange letter (you might remember my Guide to Letters post), character sheets, ect. This is especially helpful if you're requesting a gift about your OC Shepard. You can link their character sheets here, if you have them. Don't worry, if you have more than one link or OC Shepard, you can always put the extras in the box below.

Information: This is where you tell your gifter what you'd like to receive, as far as tropes, story ideas, ect. You can go into as much or little detail as you like. (Some folks like to let their gifter go hog wild). If you didn't do a letter - or even if you did - this is also a good place to list your DNWs (Do Not Wants). It's VITAL you make sure your DNWs are accessible to your gifter because we cannot take action on stories that include DNWs not listed.

If you have an idea for an OT3 with Kaidan and Shepard, this is also where you'd list it. Remember that your gifter CAN but isn't REQUIRED to create for that.

You can also list other links here, such as tumblr pages, OC character sheets, ect.

OFFERS

Relationship: Again, check the box(es) of which relationships you are willing to create for. If you pick Kaidan/Shepard (shenko) you're saying you're open to creating non-binary Shepards, gender-neutral Shepards, or OC Shepards, if you choose to do so.

Additional Tags: Click one or both of the boxes depending on what type of gift you are willing to create.

Information: Here is where you'll list what you are willing and not willing to create. If you have hard lines on what you won't create (kinks, hurt/no comfort, ect) list it here. This will help us match you with the best possible person. If you're willing to create OC Shepards, put that here. Finally, if you're willing to create poly ships, list that here! Again, OC Sheps and poly relationships aren't requirement.

Finally, don't forget to hit that Submit button! And that's that!

Please reach out to me if you have any questions!!

#mass effect #shenko #fshenko #mshenko #shenko summer #shenko summer 2023

[femshep-fatships]

"The fucked up Pizza Porno of a life you lead when you're the clone of the greatest space hero ever seen, a zillion miles away in the wrong Galaxy."

[AU Femshep x Andromeda OC Asari]

Contains: stuffing. Asari Pizza girl. Improvized Bondage. Transfem Shep

"You're the mystery girl huh?" The Asari asked, putting an unneccessary wiggle in her hips as she parked her butt against the apartment door frame. She was tall chubby, had kind eyes. And was making extremely suggestive faces at scrawny little redhead. Shepard. Went. Pink. Gay. She was gay. Big ol gay. Gay for fat ladies. Gay for fat aliens. Gay for anyone with a pizza. And as she'd just ordered two large pizzas and said curvy asari was her delivery girl. Son of a bitch was Shepard feeling incredibly gay and horny all of the sudden.

"You're Sarah and Suvi's little secret." The Asari woman said knowingly she reached out and booped Shep's nose. The clone shivered, her eyes closed, and she inhaled. Chewing her lower lip. When she opened her eyes: her pupils were massively dialated into big, bioluminescent pink hearts. Brainlessly, breathlessly, Shepard went: "Yeaaaaah.~" The way subs always do when a top tells them they're a "good girl, aren't you?" With a flump. Shepard collapsed to her knees. sitting on her ankles, slouched, staring up at the Asari pizza girl. "I hear, you have a secret of your own." The Asari purred. Tickling under Shep's jaw with her fat pudgy fingers. Then her fingers crawled down Shep's throat, the woman swallowing reflexively before the thick blue sausages hooked themselves in the top of a THICK, HEAVY, Ergonomically locked metal collar. No one, but Suvi, and Sarah Ryder's thumbs could open it. Shepard blinked, and looked away. Her eyes completely normal again. "Y-Yeah. I have a...uh...condition." "I heard rumors. But I know, of course they couldn't possibly be true." The Asari purred. "A scrawny little thing like you? You're just skin and bones compared to me." The Asari, slapped her fat blue gut grabbing and jiggling it in her "Pathfinder Pizza" jumpsuit. Mesmerizing the easily submissive redhead. Her eyes became hearts again. Mouth open. Tongue out. Brain gone. "Yeaaaaaaah.~" She breathed stupidly again. "Rumors." "I heard." The Asari said, squatting down and opening a box of the Pizza she was holding, taking out a slice and dangling it over Shep's now drooling lips. Shepard eating right out of her hands, nearly swallowing the slice whole, before the tight collar around her throat seized blocking the Pizza sized bulge from vanishing down her greedy gullet. Shepard choked her eyes watered, and she reluctantly began to chew. breaking the pizza down into smaller bites in order to eat it "properly." "Fuck me. You...You nearly swallowed it whole. It's true!" The Asari seemed delighted. Fawning over shep as she sat with big cheeks full of pizza chewing the entire mass, unable to respond. "And this thing..." She tugged at the Collar. "This...it..." The Asari turned much bluer, blushing. "...it keeps you from swallowing people." Shepard stopped chewing. Her eyes wide. "...nwo?" She lied, badly, and with a mouth full of Pizza. "That. Is. So. Fucking. Hot." The Asari stuffed her face with a slice, nearly snorting like a pig in her haste to shove it in. She'd always been fat since puberty, something about getting turned on and horny always made her want to eat. The sight of big round bellies making her Azure wet and tender, and the thought of this scrawny little bimbo gobbling someone up, and being pinned under a massive squirming belly...the thought of her own fat gut, her soft jiggly hips, her plump juicy thighs, sliding down that freak of a human's cute little throat. The Asari shoved a second and third, and fourth slice into her face, trying to control her horny levels. Shepard finally swallowed the last of her slice. "It is? I can just swallow big bites, and my stomach stretches a lot." "I'm Rimera." The Asari said excitedly. "I'm with catering. How much can you fucking eat?" She asked pushing another Slice of pizza into Shepard's mouth. "Uhm. I fink we mweasured me at" Shepard swallowed. Her mouth free to speak again. "A little over 3000 liquid Liters?"

Rimera balked. That was about the average size of a fucking farming water tank. This? THIS Tiny human could fit enough food to feed 1/4 the Andromeda Initiative! "Do you like to eat?" Rimera asked breathelessly. "I love it." "Can I feed you?" Rimera asked pinning Shepard to the ground and mounting her. Shepard looked left, then right. Everyone fed her. She didn't see why this cute, horny Asari couldn't. "Everyone feeds me. OOOMPH!"

"I want to see you get round. I fucking need it. Do you understand? Ever since I was a young girl about 100 years old, I saw cartoons of a Turian with a big round belly and I fucking…I need it, do you understand?" Shepard held the slice in her lips, chewing, swallowing and working more of it into her mouth with her teeth and tongue. The crust bobbing cutely outside her lips as Rimera grabbed her scrawny wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. She pressed a palm against Shep's tum. "Show me? Please? If you eat for me. I'll…I'll…I'll fuck your brains out, do you understand?"

Shepard nodded slowly, starting to grip her thighs together. Her girl dick getting hard against the skintight suit. With Rimera putting her knee between Shep's thighs she was bound to notice.

"Hmm? Oh shit! You have one of those?" Rimera was a little taken aback. but it was the gazillionth Century after all. It wasn't like Asari didn't fuck…well anyone and anything. "Oh shit, that makes it so much easier. They're so much less complicated." And with that Rimera grabbed Shepard by the hips, picked her up by the butt, and planted her crotch against the soft, fat Asari thigh, making her moan into her pizza. Her dick smooshed against plump chub, her back at a 110 degree angle as she lay on the floor, but sat pressed against the Asari looming over her.

"You didn't move your hands…" Ramira said, taking off her id card and stretching out the retractable lanyard. "…Good girl." The Asari whispered, kissing her on the cheek. Shepard melted as Ramira wound her badge string around and around and around her wrists tying them up tight "You gonna eat for me?"

"Mmmfffhmmm." Shep nodded her eyes struggling to stay open as her brain sank deeper and deeper into subspace. Her words muffled by more pizza.

"You gonna get big and round for me, little human girl?"

Shepard moaned so loud, Rameria pushed a little more pizza in her jaws trying to shut her up.

"Shhh. You don't want the whole fucking ship to hear me stuffing you up do you?" She worked her thigh against Shep's throbbing dick, feeding herself a bit more pizza as she finally fufilled a 120 year old dream: her first human feedee.

Hours later, Shepard was laying panting her shirt hiked up to her little tits. A huge glob of a gut spilling over the sides of her ribs, smooshing against her half hard thrice milked cock in her lap. The beach ball sized blob of flesh, a mass of digesting pizza (and chinese, and donuts, and cookies, and pad thai they'd ordered after) groaned and gurgled angrily.

Rimera next to her masturbating furiously at the size of her new gluttonous girlfriend's gut. The both of them, too fat and bloated to make any real motion or effort at sex, and their big stuffed guts making it impossible to reach each other to fuck anyway, Rimera settled for fingering herself and playing with the redhead's big greedy belly.

"It's so…fucking…big!" The Asari panted. "And you're still not full? For real?"

"I…I can eat a lot more…if you want ….me too BUHWAAARRRP ooohh…"

"Fuck that's hot. You understand that right? You fucking understand I just want to keep feeding you, and feeding you, and feeding you. Make you a big squishy ball I can hump and snuggle and play with."

"I'm so hungry…." Shepard admitted. "All the time."

"Then we'll just have to stuff that big belly until you aren't." Rimera grunted. Trying to roll over, but her own (by comparison PITIFUL but by normal people standards stuffed) gut getting in the way. Her chubby blue cheeks let out a fart. Trying to go toe to toe with the Cloned Commander without being a genetically engineered belly freak was wreaking havoc on her digestive system. She burped, grunted, and came, one hand still squeezing Shep's big round tummy.

"Good girl. Good girl. Good fucking girl. You're such a good girl. I'll feed you whatever you want." The Asari moaned.

"Just what the FUCK is going on here?" Came a thick scottish accent that made them both jump. Looking at the doorway, they saw the round 300 pound cinnabun mom herself, glaring at them. "Dinnea just fucking lay there eating and farting and fucking with the front door wide open ya greedy little sluts!" Suvi roared.

"She always gets more scottish when she's pissed. Or Horny." Shepard whispered.

[bearpillowmonster]

Mass Effect 3 Review (Legendary Edition)

I played the original 2 back to back so I took some time between 2 and 3 because I knew it was the last one *clears throat* but it puts me in a unique situation because I can view it fresh rather than trying to compare it oh so much.

So in terms of aging, it starts out very linear. There were a lot of things added with the Legendary Edition to the other games but this one, being the more recent one, didn't seem to get all the glow ups I think it should have. Controls can seem janky like trying to target what you're trying to select/interact/melee with. Running forces your perspective to whatever direction it requires. It carries over some of that darkness from before where I can barely see where I'm going at times, I've explained it before. I had a few bugs and glitches where something gets in the way or Shep will start floating, audio like a broken record, prompts that don't do what they say. PC might not have those same problems though.

I've heard it criticized as either the best or worst in the trilogy and now I see why. It focuses more on "action over RPG" as they describe it but there's a lot of welcome additions like the pummel. It just seems like it's trying to show you this spectacle yet it's PS3 Era explosions and kind of lame ones at that. The sky boxes can be gorgeous as well as busy though, so I guess it evens out a little bit.

I got to where I hit the Citadel DLC and decided that was a good time to break. I came back and my opinion of this game was changed. The writing was great, the action was tight, the moments were cool, it really brought it back for halftime.

In terms of story, a lot happened off screen but it's not too much of a hamper because you get the gist that it's just trying to get the band back together (again). The characters are a bit even, we don't seem to have as many new characters but most of the old ones return, some get good treatment, some don't, it's a toss up. Even the villains I feel could've got a bit more with Kai Leng being introduced kind of late.

With the impending doom of everywhere, there comes some interesting choices you can make just off hand with random strangers to try to make them make peace rather than wasting what precious moments they have left, so you'll hear a lot of arguments that you can take a side on. Interesting dialogue too, someone asking for a refund and the clerk refusing, an immigration refusal, a wife leaving.

The Mako...I miss it. I get that it was complained about but now we have no vehicles, its a shame. That was some of the the best fun I've had with the games and is most of why I hold ME1 higher than the rest, it just seemed like something you'd do in space. The world setup is different too, in 2 you could go around and inspect systems and planets and find weird side missions by doing so and complete the index. Some had materials worth using for the ship. And you can look at these worlds but they might as well be ornaments. Outside of already set up side mission waypoints, the remaining ones serve no purpose. It's almost like they planned to include that system from 2 but ran out of time. Instead the reapers chase you if you scan an area, which is cool and makes sense in context but that's it. They catch you and you just start over, no battle, no cutscene, nothing.

As far as the DLC, it's not really DLC anymore because it's just part of the game with the remastered edition but if you were curious...

From Ashes just adds Javik and guns, stuff that was originally cut so worth it. Leviathan was kind of annoying but gives you more insight and explanation as to the Reapers and their origin rather than just shoving it all at the end, still some cool moments though. Omega was disappointing because it dragged on and on and was dark in little corridors, the story was weaker than it could've been but at least we had Aria...As I mentioned Citadel kind of became essential for me and the most worthy out of this list, really cool stuff that added naturally to the game. Even with these though, I spent about the same amount of time with it as the second one, but where I felt a lot of tedious stuff with ME2, I felt more mainline (aside from Omega) with this one. So same score but better than 2, lesser than 1. 3.5/5

Oh...that ending thing...so a lot of people don't like the ending and I can kind of see why but it's not really the worst ending or anything. As I mentioned, some inclusion of the DLC made the ending worthwhile so vanilla might seem salty. By this point, I was already satisfied with the game and really the ending is kind of bittersweet no matter which route you go. They all have similar cutscenes (or rather, paintings) just with different colors and meanings and stuff. I suppose Green is probably the happiest, Red probably being something you'd expect, Blue being a somewhat middle ground and Empty being more bittersweet than any of them. It's really only questionable because it tries to redefine the game for you at the very end. What do you fight for?

#mass effect #me3 #mass effect 3 #review #video game #legendary edition #legendary

[incorrect-masseffect]

Kelly, trying to do something therapeutic: Alright everyone, I have a box and we’re going to put everything we love in the box.

Tali: Can I put Shepard in the box?

Kelly: No.

Jack: Can I put Shepard in the box?

Kelly: No!

Garrus: Well, can I-

Kelly: Nobody is putting Shepard in the box!

#mass effect #tali zorah vas normandy #tali zorah #kelly chambers #garrus vakarian #jack mass effect #subject zero #me2 #mass effect 2 #submission #submitter: anonymous #thanks for the submission! #but can i put shep in the box???? #source: tik tok #thanks for the source!

[cowboycakes]

Dazed

part two is up here!

❀ Pairing: stoner!Eren Jaeger x needy!Reader

❀ Themes: Your stoned best friend Eren has a get together... and you get a little too high. Modern AU.

❀ Warnings: Marijuana use, alcohol use, FLUFF. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

❀ Word Count: 1.1k

The sound of Eren’s doorbell echoes through his house at about 10 pm on a Saturday night. You, his long time best friend, wait eagerly on his wooden porch. The music from inside was audible over the buzzing of lively insects in the trees. The smell of marijuana was tangible too… you knew Eren’s parents wouldn’t be happy about him smoking inside again. 

You peer in the window as you wait for your escort inside - red solo cups and rolling paper packaging occupied a corner by the door, along with several pairs of shoes. So they’ll take off their shoes but won’t clean up their trash? Some party guests they are…

You ring the doorbell again, getting impatient. Finally, you hear footsteps on the other side. 

The hinges squeak as the front door reveals a very high Eren Jaeger. His eyes are red and squinty. He has his favorite loose hoodie on and his hair tied into an effortless bun. And he reeks of weed…

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eren says, pulling you inside and into a hug, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I was just finishing up with something in the basement.”

You look up to him innocently. “And what would that be, Jaeger?” you tease. 

He lets out a slow chuckle, clearly a bit impaired. 

“A secret,” he says smiling down at you. 

He sways his feet from side to side as he keeps you in the embrace, eventually moving the two of you to his basement door. Once he opens it, the pungent smell hits you even harder. 

“Your secret smells bad,” you retort, earning another laugh from him. 

He leads you down the carpeted steps to the living room, where your group of friends greet you warmly. Jean, Connie, and Sasha pull you into a big bear hug and each tell you about the substances they had chosen to liven up their night. Jean had gone his usual route - beer, and Connie and Sasha ate two big edibles that Eren made special for them. You look over to see Mikasa and Armin already passed out on the loveseat, cuddled up with a big blanket. It felt so nice to see all of your friends so happy together. 

Then you notice that she is here - Krista. You fake a smile to her, she fakes one to you. She wasn’t all that bad… you just didn’t like how touchy she was with Eren, and how much of his attention she could hog. You had always been reluctant to think of Eren romantically, so why were you so jealous? 

“I’m gonna roll another one, wanna join?” Eren asks the group. 

Sasha and Connie waste no time jumping up at Eren’s offer. Jean and Krista follow. You stay silent, just observing Eren’s fingers as they meticulously roll the big joint on the countertop. He takes it and his lighter to the couch when he’s finished, the group following him with cheeky smiles. 

Krista steals the spot on the couch closest to Eren, putting her hand on Eren’s bicep. You settle on the floor in front of him. 

You had never smoked before, and honestly you just wanted to watch. But it was something about the way Krista was moving her hands up and down Eren’s arm, and sitting so close…

You needed to preoccupy him. 

“Eren,” you declare, “I want to try.”

“Atta girl,” he laughs, surprised he didn’t have to beg you to participate. 

He lights the joint, and moves it to your open lips. You suck in a large hit as you stare into Eren’s eyes. The smoke clouds your lungs, tightening your chest. You try to exhale smoothly, but a coughing fit catches you by surprise. Your friends chuckle at your weakness. 

“You okay?” Eren asks, taking a drag for himself, blowing a large cloud of smoke into the air. You nod to him through your coughs. 

You hit the joint three more times as it makes it’s way around the circle. With each hit, you feel yourself fade more and more. It felt as if all of your nerves were lighting up pleasantly at once. 

You notice your speech and movements became more slow and slurred each time you tried to chime in to the group conversation. Time itself goes out the window at some point, so you just lean back onto the carpet to feel your high, closing your heavy eyes. 

You notice your heart beat after a few minutes, it felt more forceful and rapid than usual - a bad side effect of the weed. It made you nervous, causing an uneasy feeling in your tummy. 

“Mmmm… Eren?” you murmur. 

“What’s wrong?” he responds, standing to look at you, concerned. 

“Don’t… feel s’good. Need you to take... care of me,” you plead. 

Eren sighs, picking up your limp body from the ground. You straddle his waist, your head resting on his shoulder, weighty eyes still closed. 

“I’m gonna put her to bed,” Eren announces. 

“Aww… Be back soon, ok?” Krista responds. 

You let out a groan noise at her comment as Eren carries you out of the room and up the stairs. He strokes your soft hair as the two of you travel. 

Eventually, you notice he’s carried you into his bedroom. You were a little bit shocked, you’d been in his room plenty of times... but never in his bed. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, the tense feeling still lingering in your stomach. 

“Eren? mmm… m’scared,” you say, still limp in his arms. 

“Let me turn the pretty lights on and get a snack for you?” 

“Mmmhmm… ” 

Eren reaches up to turn on the LED lights that lined his ceiling, emitting a calming blue glow. The walls of his room were filled with tapestries and posters, clearly meant to be viewed during a shroom trip. 

He lays you down on his soft brown duvet, and you feel yourself sink into his comfortable mattress. He helps you under the fluffy covers with gentle hands, taking some time to tuck your loose hairs behind your ears and whisper sweet nothings to calm you down. You loved it when Eren babied you like this, and being too high to think was a good excuse for it. 

He rummages through a box under his bed, pulling out a chocolate chip granola bar. He opens the crinkly wrapper for you, handing you a piece. 

You bite into it slowly, the sweetness was much more potent than usual. You find chewing on it to be so fun that you start to smile. 

“See, already back to your cute self,” Eren says. 

He turns on some soft music as you finish your granola bar, “The Spins” by Mac Miller being his first song choice. 

Eren settles next to the bed. “What can I do to help, baby?”

“Cuddle… please,” you respond. 

Eren crawls over you, settling himself beneath the soft sheets. He pulls you in close, your head finding a nice place between his neck and his chest. You let out a little moan as you adjust yourself. 

“You’re sweet, you know that?” Eren whispers, his voice sleepy and eyes half shut. He places a tiny kiss on your forehead. 

He plays with a little strand of your hair, twirling it in his fingers. He eventually moves his hand to massage your head lightly, your scalp tingling at his gentle touch. 

“Feel better?” he asks quietly. 

“Mmmm…” you hum sweetly, beginning to nod off. 

And you eventually do, safe in Eren’s arms.

༺♥༻

I’m in love with stoner Eren. Definitely gonna write all kinds of these (like what about Goth Mikasa x Stoner Eren that would be so hot bye.) Also I’m so sorry for the Historia slander I just needed someone to be jealous of :/ Hopefully you all think this was cute! Feel free to send feedback or a request! Love you guys! - Shep

༺♥༻

#eren x reader #eren x you #eren imagines #eren imagine #eren yaegar #eren jaeger #eren aot #stoner eren #eren jäger #eren fluff #aot x reader #aot #attack on titan #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x y/n #aot imagines #tw: marijuana #tw: alcohol

[let-me-luve-you]

Winter Storm

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Summary: You play Cordell Walker’s daughter on the new show Walker. Jared takes you under his wing. What happens when a winter storm hits all of Texas.

Warnings: Mentions of a rough upbringing, Texas winter storm, power outage, water problems, some angst, scary weather, fluff, protective Jared, maybe a cuss word somewhere

A/N: As a Texan, this past week has been scary. I have been extremely blessed to not have the problems that a lot are. I was lucky and did not lose power and did not have any pipes burst. This idea came to me after seeing that Jared and Gen were helping others while dealing with their own problems at their house. 

HERE ARE SOME LINKS TO HELP OUT IF YOU ARE ABLE TO. 

KICK THE COLD - AUSTIN MUTUAL AID

GENESIS WOMEN’S SHELTER & SUPPORT

FEEDING TEXAS

LIST OF ORGANIZATIONS SEEKING DONATIONS IN DALLAS AREA

THE WAY HOME

You do not have to donate to any of these organizations, but if you feel the need to help, here are a few links. ^^^^ There are plenty more out there if you don’t want to donate to these links. 

MASTERLIST   BUY ME A COFFEE

Winter weather will be hitting Texas this weekend. You can expect lots of snow and ice. It is best to prepare for possible power outages and water being turned off. That is worst case scenario, but be prepared as Sunday will be a cold one.

You panicked. Growing up in North Texas you never had to deal with severe winter weather. You were used to dealing with tornados. But the way they were talking on the news, this weekend was going to be bad.

Thankfully you had the day off and were able to go to the store. You grabbed a case of water and food that you could prepare and food that didn’t have to be cooked to eat. You were still getting used to the adult life as an 18 year old, but since you had been taking care of yourself the last few years, you learned a thing or two in the kitchen. You made sure to grab some snacks as well since they didn’t have to be cooked or stored in the fridge either.

As you pulled up to your apartment building, you got a call from the lead and producer of the show you were on. You still weren’t sure how you managed to land the role of Stella in the new show Walker, but you were grateful. You put the car in park and grabbed your phone.

“Hey Jare.” You said. Jared was the older brother you always wanted, even though he plays your dad and he has moments where he acts like your dad. You didn’t have a great life growing up and to have a male figure in your life to help you in anyway, made you happy. Same thing with Gen.

“Hey Y/N/N. How’re you doing?” He asked.

“I’m doing good. Just got back from the store. Am I needed on set?” You asked in a panic thinking you missed something.

“No, no you’re not needed. Just wanted to call and tell you we are not filming Monday or Tuesday next week. And depending on the weather and roads, we may cancel Wednesday as well.” He informed you.

“Oh. Is it because of the storm?” You asked.

“Yeah. We aren’t sure how bad it’ll be, but we are hoping we are just being over cautious.” He said. “You said you went to the store?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to get something’s so I won’t have to get out. And I got some stuff. I won’t need to cook in case we lose power. Also filled up with gas in case I lose heat and need to warm up some.” You told him.

“Come stay with us. We have plenty of room and we have a fireplace. We just restocked our firewood supply. I don’t want to be worrying about you all weekend.” He said.

“I’ll be okay. Really. Thank you for the offer though.” You said nicely. You really did mean it. You were used to taking care of yourself that when people did want to help you, you appreciated them.

“Well. I have my truck if I need to come get you. If you change your mind, come over. The kids would love to see you.” He said. You heard Gen agree with him in the background. “And Gen would too.”

“Well after the storm, I’ll come over for dinner to see everyone. And I’ll even come another night to babysit so you and Gen can go on a date.” You said with a laugh once you heard Gen immediately laugh.

“Gen says you don’t have to, but I will take you up on both offers.” Jared told you. “Okay. Well stay in touch. They say it’ll start sometime tomorrow night.”

“Y’all stay safe and stay in touch too.” You said. “Bye Jare.”

“Bye Y/N/N.” He said before hanging up. You put your phone back into your pocket before lugging all of the groceries into your apartment. You put everything away before going to change out of your winter clothes.

After changing into some PJs to be comfortable. You decided to meal prep some so you wouldn’t have to worry about it later. And if the weather isn’t as bad as they think it’ll be, you can just eat them throughout the week.

Sunday morning, you woke up and looked outside. All you could see was white fluffiness. You smiled as the world looked at peace. You loved snow. You always thought it brought beauty to the world.

When you walked back to your phone where it laid on its charger, you saw a couple of texts from Jared and Gen. Both had sent you photos of Tom, Shep, and Odette playing the in the snow. Then you saw Jared’s text about possible rolling power outages.

You picked up the phone and called Jared and before he could even say hello, you asked, “What does that mean? Your text... I don’t understand it.”

“It means they’ll shut the power off for an hour to three hours to preserve energy.” Jared said.

“Oh.” You said.

“Yeah, so if the power goes out, don’t worry, it should come back on.” He reassured you.

“Okay. Thank you for letting me know.” You replied.

“Of course. How are you doing anyways?” He asked.

“Good. Just woke up. Felt good to sleep in. I’m probably about to start warming up my lunch.” You informed him. “How are y’all handling it over there? I saw the pics you and Gen sent. The kids look like they’re having a blast.”

“We’re doing good. The kids are definitely loving the snow. I did have to help Gen gather the chickens this morning which wasn’t fun.” He said with a laugh.

“Oh gosh. Yeah chasing chickens isn’t fun. Are they okay? I didn’t even think about y’all’s animals?”

“They’re all in the barn with heat lamps. Thankfully the barn is powered by solar so we don’t have to worry too much if the power goes out since we have a lot of energy stored up.” He said.

“Good that’s good. Well I’ll let you get back to doing whatever you were doing. Thanks again for letting me know.”

“Anytime. If you need something, holler. Okay?” He asked.

“I will. Bye.” You said. You heard his farewell as you went to hang up the phone. After preheating the oven, you took the lasagna and boxed garlic bread out of the freezer. You figured, while the power was still on, you could cook the one meal you prepped that couldn’t be eaten cold until you cooked it and it was leftovers.

An hour later, you sat at the counter charging your phone and iPad while you ate. When you went to take another bite, the power cut off.

“Great.” You whispered. You knew it was only going to be for a few hours, but you were a little aggravated by the inconvenience. You stood up and went and put on thicker sweatpants and your socks. When you made it back to your phone to text Jared that your power went out, you saw you barely had any service. That concerned you in case you needed to make a call for an emergency.

Power just went out. Hopefully y’all didn’t lose power. I’ll let you know when it’s back on. Sent 1:23 pm

You continued to eat as you awaited a response. Shrugging when you finished your meal and put the dirty dish in the sink, you moved to the living room to read a book you started the night before.

Hours later, you still had no power and you still hadn’t heard from Jared or Gen. You had checked social media, but neither had posted anything. You decided to scroll through Twitter and saw the horrors of people’s pipes bursting and roofs caving in flooding their homes.

Seeing people in Austin posting that, you decided to grab a tote to store your valuables in. Sadly, it wasn’t a lot, but the idea of losing what little you had that meant something to you scared you.

You needed to go to your car to charge your phone and warm up some, so you decided to store your valuables in the trunk. Thankfully you had a covered parking space that was right in front of your apartment. When you put the tote in the trunk, you checked to make sure the tail pipe was clear of snow before you started the car.

After spending an hour in the car, you decided it was time for bed. Grabbing every piece of blankets you had, you cuddled up in Jared’s hoody that you stole from him when you filmed episode 2 of Walker and all the blankets. You even had on two pairs of socks on since you got cold earlier.

The next morning, you checked to see your phone still had more than half its battery life left. But what shocked you was still no response from Jared. You got on Instagram and saw that Gen had posted a boomerang of him with his socks on as gloves, but neither had checked in with you.

You were kind of upset by this. You knew they didn’t owe you anything, but it still hurt. Going to the kitchen, you saw it was flooded.

“Oh no. Oh no. Nonononono.” You panicked. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed all the towels you owned and rushed back to the kitchen. You threw them down to try and absorb as much water as possible. You opened the cabinet and saw the pipe that had burst. You grabbed your phone and called the landlord.

“Hey Craig. I had a pipe burst this morning.” You said when he answered.

“Can’t do much with the weather like this.” He said not really caring.

“Can you turn the water off or something? Or tell me where it is and I’ll do it.” You said getting angry.

“Can’t do that either. If I do that, your neighbors lose their water too.” He said.

“Well what am I supposed to do. Just sit in water all day?” You asked with an annoyed tone.

“City’s running out of water anyway so they may shut it off. So won’t be long before it stops.” He said. You got so mad that you hung up. He was useless.

After 3 hours, all of your towels were soaked and you started using some of your clothes to help absorb what the towels couldn’t. You had tried calling Jared to see if he knew what to do but it went straight to voicemail. Same with Gen.

After using most of your clothes to stop the water, you decided to pack a bag in case you had to leave. Plus it would let you know what you could use to absorb the water that still remains. Thankfully your landlord had turned the water off after multiple people called about pipes bursting. All you had to do was finish cleaning up the mess.

Two days later, you were sitting in your car, about to go back into your apartment when you got a call from Gen.

“Y/N. Oh my gosh it’s so good to hear from you. We haven’t had service, plus we lost power and had a few pipes burst. Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m okay. Sitting in my car right now so I could charge my phone and warm up a bit.” You told her.

“You don’t have power still?” She asked.

“Nope. And I also had a pipe burst. But I cleaned it up and nothing was damaged. Did you have any damage done? Is everyone okay?” You asked concerned.

“Yeah. We are fine. And just minimal floor damage.” She told you. “Jared is cleaning that mess up while I’m going to the store. Do you need anything? We have some of our neighbors over trying to stay warm and I’m grabbing them stuff too. So I don’t mind getting you anything.”

“I’m okay. I have plenty.” You said. You wanted heat. You wanted to sleep without having to wear five layers, but you refused to ask.

“Well if you do need something, text or call. Hopefully we get service back.” She said.

“I will. Thanks Gen.” you said as you hung up. Ten minutes later you got a call from Jared.

“Pack a bag and bring some blankets.” He said before you could even greet him.

“What?” You asked genuinely confused.

“I said, pack a bag and bring some blankets. Also if you want to bring any food you don’t want to go to waste or if you have water, bring that too. I’ll come in and help you carry.” He said.

“Wh-wait.. what is happening?” You asked.

“I’m coming to get you and you are going to stay with us for a couple of days. I just got off the phone with Gen and she said you had a pipe burst and you don’t have heat. So you are going to come stay with us until your power is back on and the pipe is fixed.” He said. “I’m pulling up. I’ll be inside in a second.” He hung up before you could say anything.

You went and unlocked the door before moving to your room. You grabbed your big suitcase and packed what few pair of pants you had, a weeks worth of underwear, two weeks worth of socks since you hated having cold feet, and the remaining three sweaters and seven shirts you had. It barely filled your suitcase so you decided to throw in a couple of hoodies as well.

“That all your packing?” Jared asked concerned. No one knew how long this was going to last.

“It’s all I got clean.” You answered honestly.

“No way.” He said in disbelief. You shrugged and told him to follow you as you walked into the kitchen. He saw the pile of clothes and towels on the ground. “Oh Y/N. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“Happened to you too.” You said before moving back to your room. You grabbed a blanket and started to fold it, starting a pile you were taking with you to the Padalecki’s. Once you finished that, you grabbed your pillow too.

“Want any books or anything? You have room in your suitcase.” Jared said as he pointed to it. You shrugged and grabbed a few books you had been wanting to read. After throwing them into the suitcase, you ran to the living room to grab your iPad and chargers.

“We can charge them in the cars if we need to.” Jared said when you thought about not putting them in your bag. You nodded before throwing them in and zipping it up. “This ready to go to the truck?” You nodded once again before he grabbed the suitcase handle and stack of blankets and your pillow with ease. “Go figure out food and I’ll come back to help.”

Once in the kitchen, you grabbed the full water case you had bought a few days before and the almost empty one that you had already opened. You then moved to the fridge to grab the few casserole dishes you had left to eat. You grabbed your travel food carrier and put the casseroles in first before the almost empty case of water in after it. You saw Jared walking back in and asked,

“Is there any food of mine you want? I’ve got everything packed that will definitely go bad before I get back. The rest has already gone bad.” You said while looking at Jared who was looking through your cabinets. He found your snack one and grabbed a few things and shoved them in your carrier.

“That’s all I want.” He smirked. “Ready to go? We can come back in a couple of days if we need to.”

“Ready.” You walked to his truck and he helped you load the water and carrier. As you got into the passenger seat and started to buckle, you said, “thanks for coming to get me and letting me stay with you.”

“Anything for family.” He said smiling at you before driving carefully back to his house.

“But we aren’t family?” You said more as a question.

“You’re my tv daughter, so technically we are.” He said with a laugh. “But in all seriousness, I do see you as family. Me and you have gotten close over these past few months. I can see you as a daughter and I can see you as a little sister.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“Really?” You asked. He nodded his head. “It means a lot to hear you say that. I see you as a big brother.”

“Good.” You saw him smile. “That means you can ask me for anything or do anything and I’ll be there for you. Sorry I didn’t come get you sooner. I thought about it.”

“It’s okay. I tried calling but could never get through. It happens. I’m just glad nothing more serious happened. I’m glad we are all safe.” You said honestly.

“And we are about to get you warm. We have the fire going in the living room and in mine and Gen’s room. Kids have been sleeping with us or on the floor in our room. You’re welcome to make a pallet in front of the fire and crash there.” He said as he pulled into his driveway.

“Sleeping in front of a warm fire sounds lovely right now. Thank you.” You leaned over and gave him a big hug. “I love you Jare.” You said before pulling back to kiss his cheek.

“Love you too y/n/n.” He smiled at you. “Now let’s go take all this in and get you warmed up.”

Tags: @deadcoldhearts​

#jared padalecki #jared x reader #jared padalecki x reader #jared padalecki rpf #jared padalecki one shot #jared padalecki imagines #jared padalecki fanfic #jared padalecki fanfiction #jared rpf #cordell walker #walker #walker rpf #walker fanfiction #walker fanfic

[theotherhufflepuff]

The Fairytale of Hackney Wick

Carry On Countdown day 17 - Decorating

~1K

Yes, this is late. I didn't have anything for this prompt and then earlier today I made this post and it wouldn't leave my head, so I wrote this tiny fluffy one shot for you.

All my stories for this year's Countdown take place in the same universe/timeline. You can find my other fics under the tag Casey writes.

This takes place about 3 weeks after my day 2 (wings) fic, On Love's Light Wings. Your don't have to have read it for this to make sense, but it will explain what happened to Simon's wings and tail.

Title is a play on Fairytale of New York (the best Christmas song).

Content warning for alcohol/drunkeness (no vomit, you're safe on that front).

The Fairytale of Hackney Wick

Simon

I didn't know Christmas could be like this. Like, I knew other people were happy at Christmas - all the endless advertising keeps telling us it's the most wonderful time of the year, after all - but I didn't know I could be happy at Christmas.

Christmas at the home when I was a kid was a quiet and sort of somber occasion. The staff always made an effort, like, but there's no getting away from the message that Christmas is a time for family.

Christmas with the Wellbeloves was nice but I always felt a bit awkward; like I was intruding on their family time. I always had a sense that I was on the outside looking in.

And then... Well, Christmas is not a good time for me. Things are still hard, I'm definitely not over all the shit that has happened... But I'm starting to feel like that's possible; like one day I could be over it. It feels like there's some light at the end of the tunnel.

Right now Baz and I are in Penny and Shepard's flat, they invited us over to help put up their Christmas decorations. Well, I think Shepard invited us; I don't think Penny would have bothered decorating otherwise.

"Where did you find all of these decs, Shep?" I ask, pulling baubles out of a cardboard box at random; none of them match.

Shepard shrugs, "thrift stores."

Penny must see the confusion on my face because she explains, "he means charity shops. And flea markets, junk shops - he's been collecting them for months," she rolls her eyes. She keeps saying she doesn't see the point in decorating because they're spending Christmas with her family.

"Where do we start?" I ask, pulling experimentally at a piece of tinsel that seems to go on forever. I can't find the end.

"I'm going to need a drink if you expect me to get covered in glitter from the seventies," says Baz, dropping a garish glittery cherub with several bald patches back into the box and wiping his hands on his jeans in disgust.

"Baz, I thought you'd never ask." says Shepard, disappearing into the kitchen and returning with a bottle of red wine just as I find the end of the tinsel. "Will this do?"

"I knew you were good for something, Normal," Baz says with a smirk. Him and Shepard have got a really weird dynamic going but they seem to genuinely like each other, so I'm not complaining.

"Aren't you going to need some glasses to drink that out of?" Penny asks, pursing her lips and raising her eyebrows at Shepard.

"Yes, definitely," Shepard answers her, turning back towards the kitchen.

"I'll go," Penny says, shaking her head in exasperation. "Do you want a beer, Si?" she asks me, knowing I won't drink the wine. It all just tastes like vinegar to me.

"Thanks Pen," I smile at her. She comes back from the kitchen with two wine glasses and two bottles of beer she's already taken the tops off. Shep pours two pretty generous glasses of wine and hands one to Baz.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" Shepard declares, holding his glass out.

"Merry Christmas!" we all repeat, reaching out and knocking our glasses together.

"We need music!" says Shep excitedly and he turns on the Bluetooth speaker that's out on the coffee table. "I made a playlist," he grins, scrolling through his phone.

"Of course you did," Penny sighs but it doesn't sound like she was really committed to it. Shepard has managed to soften her up a bit, slowly.

I stand up and stretch out my shoulders just as Shepard presses play and I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day starts up. Baz and Shepard are talking about wine. "Ok Simon?" Penny asks me.

"Yeah, I'm OK. I keep forgetting that the wings aren't there anymore and I can sit back. All the hunching forward makes my back ache." it's only been 3 weeks since I had the operation. Niamh says everything is healing well but I'm still getting used to it.

"Are you two going to come and help?" Baz calls from across the room where he and Shepard are debating whether tinsel belongs on the tree.

An hour and a half later a second bottle of wine has been opened, Penny and I are on our third beer each (which means Penny will be asleep soon) and Penny's living room looks like Santa's workshop exploded in it.

Baz won the argument with Shepard and the tinsel didn't go on the tree; it did go on the mantelpiece, the coffee table, several photo frames, the windowsill... There was a lot of it. None of it matches.

About fifteen minutes ago, we seemed to give up completely and just ignore the rest of the decorations. Baz is drunk and he and Shep are doing Christmas kareoke. He's wearing a piece of tinsel round his neck like a feather boa and singing into the empty wine bottle. It's ridiculous. I have taken several photos and even one video, so I can remember this forever.

The song changes, it's Eartha Kitt's Santa Baby. "Yaaas!" Baz shouts at the ceiling - he's been watching too much Queer Eye.

I knew Baz could sing; he sings around the flat a lot. I enjoy listening to him singing to himself while he makes dinner or irons shirts or whatever. But this isn't just singing; this is a whole performance. He gets right into the character, singing this weirdly horny song about Santa. Penny, Shep and I join in with the bits we know but this has turned into Baz's own show now. Shepard grabs Penny and they dance drunkenly in front of the Christmas tree.

Baz makes direct eye contact with me as the third verse starts, and sings extra dramatically "Think of all the fun I've missed, think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed," he winks at me and I laugh and choke on my beer.

Penny flops down on the sofa and almost instantly falls asleep. Shepard hugs me and we laugh about how much glitter he has managed to get on his face. I kiss Baz even though he tastes of wine and it's clumsy because we're both drunk.

I didn't know Christmas could be like this. I didn't know I could be happy at Christmas.

#carry on countdown #coc 2021 #coc entry #casey writes #tinsel does NOT belong on the tree #but it does belong everywhere else #simon snow #baz pitch #penny bunce #shepard from omaha #carry on #rainbow rowell #wayward son #awtwb #any way the wind blows #snowbaz #carry on fanfic

[noire-pandora]

About me

I’ve been tagged @kunstpause @dismalzelenka @queen-kass-the-writer @curiousthimble @morganlefaye79 @barbex thank you for the tag, you’re always so nice with me!

1: Why did you choose your url?

Noire comes from a character I used to love as a teenager from an anime that made me cry like an idiot in front of my PC (once, I cried so hard, i got a nosebleed. What can I say, I’m a cry baby). The name of that character is Gauche Suede (from Tagami Bachi) that, after becomes the “villain”, he goes by the name “Noir”. I just added the “e” because “Noir” is the masculine French for the colour black (i hope I’m remembering that right) so the “e” made it feminine. Look, I used to love and study the French language when I made this Tumblr, I had to respect the grammar rules xD.

Pandora comes from Pandora’s box because I consider Tumblr to be a freaking Pandora box. So Noire-Pandora= My Pandora’s box. (Yeah, I was 15 when I made this. So edgy, right?)

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I have....too many of them. 

-  noirepersonal is my personal Tumblr where i can reblog all the memes I want without spamming the people following me for Dragon Age. 

-  twcgreen is my Wayhaven Chronicles one but I don’t use it anymore because I’ve noticed the fandom is kinda shitty, to put it mildly. (not everyone, ofc, but the people who stirred up shit in the DA fandom are very vocal in there and I’d rather not deal with them. I’ll yell my love on the TWC discord servers)

-  ina-shep is my Mass Effect one because I had the pressing need to reblog Mass Effect art. 

3: How long have you been on tumblr?

2010.....10 years...no wait....this month marks the 11th year. Since I was 15 years old. Wow, I really haven’t changed that much huh.....

4: Do you have a queue tag?

No. In 11 years, I haven’t got the hang of the queue option. I just log in, reblog everything and log out.😂

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Because I was curious to see what was this Tumblr place everyone spoke about on Yahoo Messenger. xD

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

That's my lovely Elluin made by Tobio Fish on Twitter. I choose her because I'm obsessed with her.

7: Why did you choose your header?

Because I think the dragon age games are neat.

8: What’s your post with the most notes?

This one.....

I made it when I was 15 years old and it's still me. I'm a douchbag friend.

9: How many mutuals do you have?

I don't know how to check that.

10: How many followers do you have?

Before you say something, I want you to remember I had this Tumblr for 11 years and I've been in too many fandoms. And yes, I was this loud in every single one of them. Anyway 3582 but I'm sure only 20 people reblog my stuff.

11: How many people do you follow?

1241 tumblrs. I need to do a following clean up soon.

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

Nah, I'm not funny enough for that.

13: How often do you use tumblr each day?

I used to spend too many hours on this site. Since I've started writing, not so many.

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Nah, fuck that. I won't fight people here. I've deleted every shitty anon message and blocked every person that tried to start shit with me. I refused to answer to any vague posts made towards me. I don't have the patience and the brain cells to fight.

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

No one can make me reblog stuff I don't want to reblog. This is my Pandora box and I will do whatever I want with it.

16: Do you like tag games?

Yes, I love them! Please tag me in stuff.

17: Do you like ask games?

Oh yeah, especially when I can yell about my OCs.

18.Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Platonic crushes? Heck yeah. Y'all are too awesome not to like. Romantic ones? Nope.

Tagging: @emerald-amidst-gold @oxygenforthewicked @cleverblackcat @ma-serannas-vhenan @little-lightning-lavellan

@musetta3 @roguelioness @dreadfutures @fandomn00blr @dragonswithjetpacks @sidhelives @potatowitch @best-of-the-vein

No pressure at all. Let me know if you don't want to be tagged anymore or of you want to be tagged more!

#about me #noire's useless rant

[shepard-ram]

Hi hi hi hi yes Chibi here! I’ve been caught with finals (I’m not done with them I still have ALOT more, but I have a quick break), and I was celebrating Eid with my families. (I got Pokémon sword and Pokémon snap!) so I wasn’t able to send this in yet my apologies T^T.

This design I’ve made is based off on how I kinda look.

Ok I’m gonna explain every bit of the design let’s go!

First the hair I tried to make it look super messy, cause Red (that’s what I’ll call her for now, I’ll also be using her/she cause those are my pronouns I hope that’s not a problem) doesn’t really have the time to clean her hair or make a hair salon, not to mention she’s gotta look after talos so a messy ponytail will do!

I also like to think when she slowly became a red-stone deity her hair and eyes have red bits in them that glow (like a redstone torch) when she’s mad. (Or feeling any other strong emotion)

Her outfit was based off of an outfit I have (the overalls and white shirt). You’d think for a Deity she would make nice clothings fit for her, but she’s a very humble person who just wants to build with her bby, the villagers in the ‘holy land’ offered her outfits based on the elegant outfit her statue wears but she brushed it off saying she doesn’t want to ruin their hard work with red-stone and other materials that could stain it. So she decided to take just the fancy shoes (I suck at drawing shoes lol) and red-stone and gold choker to be nice.

The clock earring was the first clock Tommy ‘sacrificed’ when she figured out what they did to her, she decided to keep the first one as a thanks. (She’s greatful she did cause she would constantly lose track of time building)

The flower was a flower talos gave to her, saying it reminded him about her. (She cried for an hour while hugging talos)

The satchel is just something she made out of leather and shulker boxes. Even though she has access to creative mode she still liked the feeling of completion when you finish building something in survival.

The goggles were a fun little accessory I came up with since she’s an inventor sorta. I like to think theirs a little compartment for the seeing in the dark potions to be put in so she can see through the goggles like their night vision goggles.

The pointy ears, red eyes, and particles, were inspired by DreamXD designs.

Shep. (Designs based off of wooloo)

-Chibi anon who is very sleepy 💗

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MY GOD CHIBI I LOVE ALL OF THIS SO MUCH-

All the thought put into red and my little Wooloos!!!! God I'm screaming/pos

#submission #chibi anon

[aricazorel]

12 from the fluffy prompts for f!shenko please!

Thank you so much for the ask!

“This reminded me of you.” from this list

Rebecca Shepard x Kaidan Alenko; ME3, Citadel DLC; 1548 words

Spending the first few days of mandatory shore leave chasing your own clone and recovering your stolen ship was not how Rebecca Shepard had envisioned the time off. She hadn’t expected Anderson to give her his apartment either, but she wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead she decided to spend the time as ordered: off duty while she caught up with friends, took it easy, and spent quality time with Kaidan. Granted her shore leaves had always been hit or miss on whether other people enjoyed them with her but Kaidan was different. She knew him. Really knew him and thought she might be able to find things they both enjoyed doing.

That’s why she stopped into a random store in one of the lower wards market districts. It screamed Kaidan Alenko. The ward itself was home to a mixture of races and was a prime area for tourists to frequent. And that was what she was at the moment. Not the Commander, not the Savior of the Citadel, not the galaxy’s beacon of hope against the impossible. Just a tourist looking for a gift for her nerdy boyfriend and did that shop fit the bill. Thankful she actually listened to his random facts at all hours of the day and night, she was sure to find something he liked.

The whole concept of the store was based on interesting and unique things from Earth’s past. As one of the newer species on the galactic scene, humanity was still a curiosity to some. The oddities of Earth’s pop culture from past centuries permeated the shelves, racks, and display spaces in the specialty shop.

Shepard roamed the aisles looking for a specific pop culture icon from the late 20th-early 21st centuries. Surely they had something related to his nerdy obsession. After all he had been through and all he did for her, he deserved something familiar, something comforting, something distinctly Kaidan.

Finally at the very back of the store, she found it. All sorts of items: tee shirts, hats, figures, plushies, OSDs with movies and TV series, models, and much more. But one thing in particular caught her attention. A box containing what looked to be a collection of several items. Ones she knew Kaidan would love.

Her target acquired, the Commander- turned- tourist quickly paid for it and made her way back to the apartment. If she were lucky, Kaidan would still be out with Cortez, Vega, and Joker at the arcade. She could wrap it and surprise him.

Hopefully…

~~~~~

“Hey, Becca! I’m back,” Kaidan’s voice called from the living room.

“I’m in here,” she shouted from the bar area. The large box sat on the coffee table in front of her as The Battlespace played on the large vid screen but muted.

The Major rounded the wall partition as he commented, “Joker still wants to have that party. Tried all evening to get Steve, Vega, and me to convince you to agree to it.”

“I told him I’d think about it,” Rebecca groaned from the couch.

“Yeah, well you know Joker. He gets an idea and won’t let go until he gets his way,” Alenko replied as he came to stand by the couch, the artificial fire crackling behind him.

“Yeah. I know but all I want to do right now is spend time with you,” she said tossing her red hair over her shoulder. “Alone.”

“I’m all yours tonight, Becca,” he assured her as his whiskey-colored eyes flickered to the coffee table. “I promise.”

Shepard grinned. “Something catch your eye, Major?”

“You always have my eye, Shep,” he said with a lop-sided grin.

“You’ve gotten better with your flirting,” she noted as he approached the table.

“Who said I was flirting? I thought I was simply stating a fact,” Alenko commented, winking at her.

“Kaidan,” the Commander murmured as she felt herself blush lightly.

“It’s true,” the L2 biotic said as he pointed to the box. “But what it that?”

“It’s a box.”

“Becca.”

“It’s a wrapped box.”

“Shepard.”

“It’s a wrapped box with something allegedly inside it.”

“Rebecca Jane Shepard!”

The Commander laughed as she held up her hands as if in surrender. “Okay! Okay! No reason to sound like my dad.”

Kaidan made a face. “Don’t ever say that again. That’s just…weird.”

Rebecca laughed again as she motioned towards the box. “It’s for you.”

“Me?” the Major asked in surprise. “From who?”

She frowned as she replied indignantly, “Me, Alenko. Unless you have other women gifting you things behind my back.”

“Hell, no,” the second human Specter exclaimed as he reached for the box.

“No guys either?” she teased as he sat down on the couch beside her.

With the box in his lap, he gave her an incredulous look. “Sweetheart, while I do like both men and women, I only love you.”

Shepard was left speechless by his honesty as he quickly kissed her cheek. He gave her a grin and began to unwrap the box. Her once emotionally reserved Lt. was not so any longer, and it suited him. It suited him very well.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“You always say that, and you know I’m gonna do it anyway.”

“Yeah, well I still think you don’t have to…”

The Commander grinned as he went silent. His fingers traced over the edges of the box as his eyes flickered from one image to another on the side facing him. She leaned forward to look at him better. His expression was one of surprise and something she couldn’t place.

“I found it at an Earth novelty shop in one of the wards,” she said softly.

Kaidan nodded as she continued to look over the box.

“This,” Rebecca said motioning to the focus of his attention, “reminded me of you.”

“I had some like these when I was a kid,” Kaidan murmured as he opened the box. “My mom found them somewhere. Used to put them together to distract me from my biotics when I got frustrated with them.”

Shepard smiled as he pulled out several smaller boxes, each of a different model kit. She watched as his smile widened as he told her the name of each ship the model was supposed to build. A look of fondness for a childhood memory on his handsome features the entire time.

“This one’s an X-wing—Red 5. Luke’s ship…This is the Millennium Falcon—a YT-1300…Ummm, this is a TIE Fighter and a…TIE Advanced—Vader’s I think…A Star Destroyer—Venator class used during the Clone Wars and a…Oh wow! It’s the Ebon Hawk!”

Shepard recognized all the ships except the last one from binge watching the Star Wars movies and series with him in the hospital. “Come again?”

He turned to her excitedly. “It’s the ship from a couple of Star Wars video games. I had an emulator for them growing up. I might still have it…”

“So it’s a good thing?”

He nodded with a broad grin. “It was a fun couple of games. I can show them to you some time but…”

“But what?”

“Well, my mom used to say the pilot of the ship sounded a little like me,” he said rubbing the back of his neck, clearly a little embarrassed. “It might be weird.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s just one more thing that can remind me of you. You are weird in a special kind of way.”

Kaidan gazed at her happily. “This mean a lot to me, Becca. Just like you do. Thank you.”

“I’m glad,” she said looping an arm though his.

He went back to inspecting the model kits as she laid her head against his shoulder.

“You know,” she began, “when you get those put together I think there might be enough room to display them in the case in the loft.”

He turned to her. “You’d put my model kits from Star Wars with your models of real ships?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Umm, because they’re not—”

“Not what, Kaidan?” she asked. “They are important to you and you are important to me.”

He looked at her with cynically. “While that does sound sweet and sincere, is that really the only reason?”

“Well, of course it is,” she replied. Shepard paused and winced. “Welllll, that and I think most of them look badass…except for the TIE. It looks like a messed-up eyeball.”

Alenko laughed. “Oddly enough that was a nickname the Rebels and New Republic pilots gave them. The TIE/LN starfighter and the TIE/D Defender specifically. I—”

“Alright, my handsome nerd, I get you are excited and I’m glad you like them, but I thought we were spending the night together. Alone. Do I need to be jealous of the model kits?”

“No, Becca. I’m all yours,” he said setting them aside as he leaned over. Kissing her, he suggested, “We could watch the movies though.”

“Hmmmm,” she said. “We could as long as it isn’t too distracting.”

“If you want my full attention all you ever have to do it ask.”

“I know. And I love you. You and all of your nerdiness too.”

“Oh good. I was worried…”

“Kaidan.”

“I love you too.”

She smiled. Rebecca would always love him. Everything about him. Everything.  

#fluff prompts #Mass Effect #f!shenko #Kaidan Alenko #femshep

[nothisis-ridiculous]

Take Me Home Now: Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: The Radio Reminds Me

Set after the events of ME3.

A rewrite. Ao3.

FemShepxKaidan

Notes: I know this is a slow build, but it was always meant to be more about the re-entry of Shep than a romantic story. I will have more Shenko content, I just don't want different expectations put on this work.

The mass of biotics division huddled around a central table, while most craned their heads to get a better view, some jostled their way in closer. Jane only approached because it was something to bide her time, well really, it was to avoid Rahna and their 'friend date'. Specifics were not important.

"What's going on here," Jane questioned.

Three-quarters of the biotics stood taller, and all stopped moving. The woman still spoke with the authority of a commanding officer, would have been if... well, that wasn't important either. Here, she was just Jane. Even after the deference, the biotics instinctively gave her as they allowed her front row access to the device on the table. Jane chalked it up to her reputation for holding her biotics at full force with a faulty implant rather than face the reality of her other-self.

Jane picked up the comm, looked it over, then promptly set it down, "impressive paperweight?"

A brave student snickered, plucking the device from the table, "did they not teach you old folks tech?"

"Said the 2nd Lieutenant to the N7," Jane smirked, "tell me, how long did it take to put your bars on and still leave them crooked?"

The kid fussed, trying to wave away his faux pass with some technobabble and blustering. Leave it to Alenko to be soft on his kids.

"We've been scanning the airwaves for news, news outside of earth," the soldier finally stammered out, "I found a promising channel I just have to.."

"Well, everyone is waiting."

"Aye, Aye ma'am."

The kid nodded, bringing out the interface of his omnitool, punching out codes until the box relented.

"Relayed July 23rd. Charon Relay is inoperable. Mass relays comm buoys inoperable. Attempts to fix relays have begun. Repeat message."

"The 23rd was a week ago," a voice commented from the crowd.

"Is there another channel?"

"Please respond. We are alive. This is Commander Bailey, C-Sec, on a looping message. Please respond. We are alive."

The lightness a simple broadcast brought to her shoulders was rejuvenating, sublime in the brief moment of having one friend survive the war she wrought upon the galaxy. Until the weight returned in the form of a warm hand resting on her left trap, prior commitments and all.

"Jane."

"Rahna."

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jane leaned back, folding her arms tightly across her chest. Proficient in the use of silence, she kept an easy stare at Rahna. If she had to play the hostage, she wasn't about to make it easy, defiant yet still compliant. Speaking now put her into a position of giving something away- well something more than she wanted to give away. With the level of fame Shepard had reached curious hands liked to get into her file, while against the rules, those with access often did. What else could be juicer than personal details on the Commander? On her failures? Successes. Her psych profile.

It was violating.

"It's good to hear someone on the Citadel is still kicking," Rahna broke first.

"If anyone could have survived, it was him."

"Someone you knew well?"

"Compared to most C-Sec officers, he was a dream," Jane allowed her face to relax, "a real cut through the red tape kind of guy. Bailey really came through during the Cerebrus coup."

Rahna nodded, returning with a small smile, "that sounded like a tense situation. Everyone back home was shocked we never thought Udina-"

"Udina was a rat."

"You would know," she mumbled, "I'm glad it ended as well as it did. Without losing another friend."

Jane's lips tightened, shoulders bracing for the mental impact of the emotions she wanted locked beneath the surface. The cacophony of feelings blurred and grew, loss, regret, pleasure, reconnection, and the legion of secondary emotions attached to the cold anger freezing her system. A brittle connection shattered, leaving behind a numbness.

"Is this all about Alenko?"

Rahna's eyes widened, reeling, the blunt words not within the realm of what she expected, "that wasn't-"

"You couldn't; you rejected the man he was," Jane snarled, pitching forward on her chair, "is this jealousy? I can armchair you right back, Strawberry."

The woman chuckled, "you've heard about me."

"Yeah, I've heard about you. I don't need to go snooping into your file."

"Then you should know we reconnected a couple years back- and nothing happened," she returned cooly, "it was obvious he still had feelings for another."

The immediate surge of pride warped with bitter jealousy, her throat tightening. If she didn't know better, Jane swore her heart stopped the long pauses between the beats petrifying the organ. Her world grew cold, hollow. This jealousy was certainly foreign, the Commander was better than this. Mary knew better, knew that after all Kaidan had returned for her- had written that after all this mess, he didn't know, they both didn't know then.

The Yeoman's call that she had a message at her private terminal had grown past the stage of annoying- Mary had hinted once that Chambers should switch it up. Apparently, her tone had been too jovial, and a week later still nothing had changed. Not even a crack at a 'message for you' or a plain 'message.' With a sigh that Kelly met with a quick glance, Mary sauntered over to the terminal. The sender had her retreating.

While she was under no guise that she had privacy, Mary liked the illusion of it.

Back in the empty room of the Captain's Cabin, Kaidan's picture flickered on accusingly. Still, Mary grasped for it, a thumb tenderly resting over his cheek.

"I want to think you're angry, that you'll tear me a new one. But we both know better."

She set the frame down, looking away, focusing on the one-third finished model of the Athabasca Class Freighter. It seemed like a simple ship, not something flashy like a Geth Dreadnought or Sovereign, but it was apparent to what drew her to the model. A sentimental reminder of the Canadian she loved. The man that stared at her when she walked by. The one she talked to in the billions of moments she regretted working for Cerebrus. Kaidan was silent, but it was better than nothing, the picture at first was a warning to what Cerebrus could take from her. Now it became a lifeline. Unhealthy. But a small drop in the bucket compared to the Suicide mission she had thrown herself headfirst into.

"You could never stay mad at me long... you'll even expect me to, to-"

Tears tumbled from her eyes, the first to come since her time aboard the 'fake' Normandy. One painted in colors and emblazed with an emblem that made her skin crawl. It was all wrong.

It filled her head with screaming.

Mary didn't read the message that night.

Or for the next week.

Kelly stopped reminding her about one unread message.

Shepard put the Athabasca down gently, careful not to disturb the drying sealant. Her eyes flickered to the picture that stared at her, "I know it's time to look."

They hadn't spoken in that time, either.

Kaidan was predictable. His gentleness- his compassion. The love he claimed to have for her obvious, even if Mary was fighting to ignore it. After all this, after turning up in bed with a terrorist organization, he still beckoned her to be careful. To return to him when, if, things settled. Most of all, his honesty.

Damn, did it hurt. Her heart squeezing and constricting itself.

Could Mary blame him for attempting to live happily?

She wanted that for him. In her current situation, she would do nothing but bring him strife. It was selfish to reach out now. To clamor for his attention, to stir up old feelings. To let him become a target. The Illusive Man had tried once; what was to stop him from doing it again? As much as she hated bringing Anderson into her troubles, it was becoming apparent she needed to lean on him, at least to get Kaidan out of the line of fire.

Mary left the message unread. Call it revenge or heartbreak.

"You didn't know?" Rahna pressed, her fingers raking across her forearm, "I thought you- well. It was only to reconnect; that's how I got recruited to Biotics Division, eventually. I don't think he had been assigned-

Commander?"

Jane's pupils narrowed, "what do you want from me? This is- this-"

Rahna tried to interrupt, but Jane was not finished, "do you like seeing me squirm? Do you like that I'm not the person you saw on all the vids?

What fucked up reason do you have for doing this? You were stupid enough not to see Kaidan for who he is. You spurned him for trying to help you. I bet you couldn't even look him in the eye. Beauty...sure. But kindness? I see someone who can't stomach a hard decision and is infected with naive idealism. He stopped Vrynnus from torturing more kids, like he did to you, and you just-

Now you have to pull me into this? Do you regret losing him after seeing the compassionate man he became over the years? You could pull anyone, is only the capable and handsome Spectre enough? Or is it more fun to gloat over the decimated competition?"

Rahna watched as Jane rubbed at her cheek and the strange flashing scars. Observing the woman's tension across from her as she only grew more enraged as it did not elicit the reaction she desired from the accusations, pity filled the void that might have been anger.

"I doubt either of us has moved through life without regrets," her voice was silk and cool, "Kaidan and I could have both handled that better. Perhaps I was naive, but what is done is done. There was no longer a spark; we both knew that was the end of an 'us.'"

The blonde huffed.

"I won't lie and omit that I have seriously breached protocol and decorum by perusing your files; the 'Commander' is a fascinating subject to anyone that paid attention. She was hope to many," Rahna looked her in the eyes, playing the woman's staring contest, "can't blame a girl for being curious."

Jane slowly settled into her chair, swiveling her eyes away, arms folding across her chest. More so in a move reminiscent of a pouting child, but it was a start.

"Do you know what your file said? Specifically your psych evals?"

The woman didn't look at her, going stiff as stone. Jaw flexed in her effort to maintain silence.

"Brass had you tabbed for immediate evaluation after the war," she let that settle in, the woman's throat bobbed, "and more than that. I see someone who needs help. Selfishly- I hope I can help. Even a little, even if it is just someone to listen. After you have helped so many."

"Shepard is dead."

The Commander walked out of the room for the last time.

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