#i forget jeff has a tumblr posts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

atmilliways · 6 months

Text

Wrong On The Money (54)

part 54 of 55 | 1493 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Steve is in a great mood. Ever since he told Robin the whole story, it’s felt like this huge weight off his shoulders.

Some goofy fluff and smokin a lil reefer.

54.

Steve is in a great mood. Ever since he told Robin the whole story, it’s felt like this huge weight off his shoulders.

Although in the immediate wake of it, his latest migraine had kind of shaken loose a new brand of nightmare in which Eddie hadn’t been involved in any of the Upside Down stuff. Which was great! Really, it was, because Eddie hadn’t deserved any of that shit. Except . . . they were still dating, but because of all the NDAs Steve couldn’t explain any of his scars or the nailbat that he kept within reach at all times. When he’d woken up to find that they still matched, and they’d reached a compromise of keeping nailbat in the Beemer with several regular bats placed strategically around the house, he’d cried unabashedly into Eddie’s shoulder for over half an hour.

Then Eddie had filled him in on the impromptu encounter with Robin at Family Video—which Steve apologized for until Eddie kissed him senseless. (Steve had tried to radio, but given up after hearing it crackle in Eddie’s empty bedroom—which Eddie apologized for until Steve kissed him senseless.)

And then Steve had cried again, because he still had some post-migraine fog in his brain and his best friend hadn’t murdered his boyfriend.

The next time he has a shift with Robin, he naturally tells her all that. She makes an approving noise upon hearing that Eddie had made sure he stayed hydrated the entire time. No further comment, but she’s not in a bad mood afterwards so Steve is taking it as a win.

“Hey Eds?” Steve calls as soon as he gets home from dropping Robin off after work.

Wayne, settled in his chair in the living room with the day’s paper, points down the hallway with a corner of the newsprint. “In his room.”

“Thanks Wayne.” Steve hurries to Eddie’s room and pushes his way in without knocking. “Eds, hey, I gotta ask you about someth—”

He recognizes Jeff immediately, of course. The thing that catches him off guard is the way Eddie is draped on the bed next to him, upside down, his hair hanging off the near side of the bed with his ass and legs propped up against the far wall, hugging Steve’s letterman jacket to his chest like a security blanket.

Eddie blinks up at him with Bambi eyes and grins. “Steve!” He immediately starts to roll to the side, ending up wobbling to his knees and discarding the jacket on the bed in favor of moving toward Steve with all the grace of a baby giraffe. “Shi-it, head rush—”

He lurches, and Steve manages to jump forward in time to catch him with a chuckle. “Hey. You guys been smoking?”

“Yep,” Jeff confirms with an unrepentant grin.

“Tiiiny bit,” Eddie mumbles into his neck, and then licks him there. It’s not a little lick either, he uses his entire tongue.

Steve glances at Jeff, who just smirks back. And it’s a relief—because yeah, Steve already knew that he knows, but it’s nice to have everything out in the open now.

He doesn’t begrudge Eddie’s best friend for knowing. When Steve started figuring out he wasn’t totally straight, Robin had been the first person he’d gone to. (At three am, forgetting to radio ahead before shimmying up a drainpipe to her window. She’d screamed in his face and dented a Kleenex box on his head, but she’d let him in.) So, yeah, the general population of Hawkins can’t know . . . but the important people? That’s fine. Great, even. That much more weight off his shoulders.

“How was work, Stevie?” Eddie asks before he’s even had time to react. “Oh, wait, what did you want to ask? It’s okay to ask in front of Jeff, he’s good people.”

The part of Steve that still never expects to hear it glows from the inside out at this show of interest in his day, in what he’s thinking about and might want.

Jeff nods in agreement. “We were just talking about not judging books by their covers.”

“I said that,” Eddie interjects, looking around from where he’s still cozy with Steve’s neck.

“You were ranting,” Jeff corrects lazily. “I was talking.”

Steve smiles in spite of himself, because yeah, that sounds like Eddie. Still, he shrugs and says, “I was a douche in school, I’d say any judgment based on that is justified.”

Eddie huffs and starts pulling him to sit with him on the bed. “Yeah, but you’re different now, man. You’ve fought de—” He snaps his mouth shut mid-word to avoiding breaking the NDA he’d signed. (Steve, who had signed it too and more besides over the years, lets out a tiny breath of relief. It’s safer for Jeff if he doesn’t know everything everything.) “Well, uh, I mean, you have more life experience now, and as a result have put in the effort to grow out of your douchebaggery. It’s called moral fiber.”

“Aaand now you’ve heard the rant,” Jeff says with a snicker, then levers himself up. “I gotta piss. Don’t start a new joint without me, I’m serious.”

“Shut up,” Eddie says with a pout, then yells after him, “and get more Mountain Dew on your way back!” He turns to Steve as soon as Jeff is out of the room and presses a kiss to his cheek, then another, then another, until he catches the corner of Steve’s mouth and hums happily against it. “Hey baby.”

Steve basks in the attention. “Hi. I could’ve grabbed the Mountain Dew.”

“Nah, I wanted you all to myself for a minute.” Eddie sits up a little straighter, grows a little more serious. “What did you want to talk about, really?”

“I was just thinking,” he starts, and interrupts himself by giving Eddie a proper kiss. They’re both smiling into it, happiness bubbling up in Steve’s chest like a hot spring. “Mm. Thinking, and Rob thinks it’s a good idea too—We should tell Dustin.”

Eddie starts nodding immediately, though there’s a flicker of hesitation in his reddened eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

“That we’re together,” Steve clarifies. “He doesn’t need all the details about how.”

Brightening immediately, Eddie pops up on his knees again and swings to plop himself over Steve’s lap, looping both arms around his neck. “Oh thank god. I’m sorry baby, you know I am, but talking to Robin about everything took years off my life, and Dustin would be—”

“Insufferable,” Steve finishes, and nips at his lip. He has to, can’t help it; Eddie’s lips are so biteable. “For both of us. I love that kid like a brother, but Jesus Christ—”

“His tone,” Eddie agrees, and bites him back, on the earlobe this time. Not an area that Steve had ever really thought of as an erogenous zone, but he’s learned a lot of new things about his own body since they started dating. “You know that he’ll tell all his little friends. . . . Are you ready to be out to the entire younger generation of monster hunters?”

Steve sighs as Eddie starts nibbling down his neck, eyelids drooping. He is a little nervous about everyone knowing, but he also knows that it would be good for Will to see that there’s a chance—maybe not with Mike, who knows, but that being gay and being happy aren’t mutually exclusive. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. . . . Are you?”

The whole Party is pretty ride or die for Will Byers, so Steve figures they can deal with him and Eddie too. They’ve adapted to worse things than two dudes being in love. (Can he call it that yet? He wants to. He’s not going to say it yet, doesn’t want to move too fast and screw things up, but he feels it.)

“With this group? I was born ready, baby.” Eddie’s hands slip beneath the sides of his Family Video vest and teases at the bottom edge of the polo he’s wearing, inching it up to swipe his thumbs over a sliver of chest hair and stomach. “Can’t wait to show off my super hot new boyfriend.”

From the doorway, Jeff says loudly, “Don’t show off too much, dumbass, the door’s still open.” In the distance, there's a noise that might be a muffled guffaw from Wayne—this place is bigger than the trailer, but it's not Harrington house big.

Eddie groans, dropping Steve’s shirt to loop his arms around his neck again and lean back until he’s looking at Jeff upside down. (Steve hurries to get his arms around Eddie, so he doesn’t tip over backwards.) “This is my room, you dick.”

“I brought Mountain Dew,” Jeff retorts, holding up the cans.

“. . . Okay, trespass forgiven.” Eddie swings himself off Steve, who is a little relieved they didn't have more time to get over-excited.The pops are distributed and Steve, ditching his work vest—or, as Eddie deems it, the shackles of a restrictive capitalistic society—joins them in smoking their next joint.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #wayne munson #jeff (stranger things)

14 notes · View notes

xojennyboo · 6 months

Text

For this post I was just writing anything that came to mind. I don't agree with cheating at all but it calls for good smut action lol. What would you do if Harry through himself at you?! Anyways please enjoy this post and don't forget to like, comment, reblog on Tumblr, and submit requests! Thank you once again. Happy Reading.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

You loved weddings. They'd remind you that love does exist and that everyone can get a happy ending with the right person. Currently, your best friend, Tatiana, is getting married to the love of her life. Of course, being her best friend, she had asked you to be her maid of honor and you were thrilled to accept. The colors that she chose for the bridesmaids is Olive. She has always loved the color. Since you were the maid of honor, your dress was a bit darker than the bridesmaids. Your dress is a satin Olive colored dress with adjustable straps on each shoulder. It had a crossover cowl neckline, not showing too much cleavage. It also had a leg split on the side. It was simple and elegant.

Tatiana's husband, Jeff, had 6 groomsmen. Harry being the best man. They were really close, almost like brothers you would say. You and Harry had had a relationship but had a fallen out last year. Both deciding to go your separate ways, but still keeping it cordial. He had moved on pretty quickly, you thought, and managed to start dating two months after your breakup. This hurt you a lot, considering you guys had been together for three years. One thing you hated about all of this was that he got a girlfriend, and that your feelings for him are still growing strong. The reason for the breakup wasn't because you both lacked love for one another, it was because of your busy schedules and the fact that both of you couldn't spend as much time with one another as you would've liked.

To make all of this even worse, since you and Harry were maid of honor and best man, you were paired off to walk down the isle together and sit next to each other at the reception, as per the newlywed's decision. You had to suck it up and just agree since it was Tatiana's and Jeff's wedding and you didn't want to make it anymore difficult. Currently, you guys were at the reception part of the evening, everyone mingling and having fun. You were proud at how the reception turned out to be, exactly how Tatiana had envisioned it when you were helping her with the wedding preparations. She looked so happy. It was time for their first dance. There was light smoke coming from either side them as they danced to their wedding song. Your smile couldn't have been any wider seeing your best friend so damn happy. Tears were spilling from your eye and down your cheek as you just watched them. "That could've been us you know", Harry, who was sitting next to you due to the seating arrangements, whispered to you. You looked at him, his stare not on you but at his best friend and my best friend's direction. You didn't know what to say so you stayed silent. Once the first dance was over, everyone clapped and cheered for them, standing up to give them their undivided attention. Tatiana motioned everyone to the dance floor to dance, as another slow song started to play. Harry stood up, and stuck out a hand to me to take. I looked up at him, his tall demeanor kind of stiff as our eyes connected for the first time the whole day. I placed my hand on his, and we made our way to the dance floor. The song, Because of You by Stephen Sanchez,, started to play. He placed one hand on your lower back, bringing you closer to his torso, the other holding your hand as both of you swayed to the melody of the piano.

You loved this song, and always wanted it to be your wedding song once you got married. The only thing was that this song reminded you of Harry. As both of you swayed to the song, you heard Harry start to lightly sing along to the song. You stared into one another's eyes as he sang along to the song. Your heartbeat picked up as he stared at you. Now you're wondering where Harry's girlfriend is at right? According to him, she couldn't make it since she was busy with family and work. Once the song slowed down even more, reaching its ending, you couldn't help but stand there and stare at one another like complete idiots. Your trance came to a stop once an upbeat song started to play and everyone started to cheer and scream. You looked around you noticing the people dance and sing a lot. You needed to get out of the room for a bit. You let go of Harry's hand and exited the room, looking for the bathroom. Once there, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths. You looked at yourself in the mirror, flustered at what just happened. The way he was singing the song, it was like he was singing it to you and meant every word. Also his confession at the table about what could've been. You heard a light knock on the bathroom door. "It's busy" you say as you wiped the tears from your face lightly, trying not to mess up your makeup. There was another knock. You rolled your eyes and opened the door harshly. "I said it was b-", you started to say but stopped once you saw Harry standing on the door frame. "Are you okay?", he said looking worried. Ugh why does he have to make this so difficult. "Yeah, I just had to get away for a second, it was getting too hot", you say walking to the sink again and leaning your head down to collect your feelings. Harry walked in and closed the door behind him, locking it. Your heartbeat increased. What is he planning?

He moved behind you, causing you to stand up both of you now staring at one another through the mirror. "What are you doing Harry?", you say trying to puzzle together his actions and words. "I'm doing absolutely nothing", he says smirking at you. You turned around now facing him. He comes closer to you and places a hand on your cheek, slowly wiping away a missed tear from your face. He looked into your eyes not saying a single word to you. Both of your breathing slowly picking up with each second that passed. "I don't know what it is. I don't know if it's the wedding or the soft twinkly lights around us", he says his eyes diverting to your slight parted lips then back to your eyes. "But I can't stop thinking about you Y/N", he confesses. "You've been on my mind all day. I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop these feelings that I tried suppressing for a year", he says. You rolled your eyes at this comment. Clearly he moved on after two months. "It sure seems like you suppressed them well then", you say removing his hand from your cheek. You walked to the door and unlocked it, stepping out into the hallway leaving Harry without any words in the bathroom. You needed a drink. You walked over to the bar, and got yourself a margarita. You looked at Tatiana who is currently dancing with the crowd. She met your gaze and motioned you to come dance with her. You finished your drink and headed to the dance floor to dance with your best friend. If it wasn't for her, you don't know how you would've dealt with the breakup.

The wedding was a success, dancing the night away with your best friend. You couldn't lie, throughout the night you kept looking around to see where Harry was at. You did find him standing at the balcony speaking to Jeff. I wondered what they were talking about? You didn't pay much attention after that, trying to be there for Tatiana on her special day. As the night was coming to an end, it was time for the groom and bride to say goodbye to their guests and make their way to their honeymoon. You hugged Tatiana and Jeff tightly and wished them the best time in Hawaii. "Have the best time love", you hugged Tatiana on last time. "I will. Call me if you need anything", she says. You nodded, not planning on bothering her at all. The cheered with the crowd one last time and got into their vintage car and drove off. The night slowed down and as the maid of honor you made sure that everyone left with food and the wedding favors. You thanked each guest for coming as they made their way out the door one by one. Harry also helping you halfway through. Once done, you looked at the empty reception and smiled. Mission Accomplished you say to yourself. You thanked the employees there who were in charge of cleaning up the mess that was created, receiving smiles. "Where are you off to now", Harry's voice was heard behind you. "I'm going back home", you say walking over to where you were seated and getting your belongings. "How are you getting there?", he asks. You roll your eyes and looked at him before answering. "I'll take an Uber. We're done here, you can go", you say walking towards the door. "I don't feel comfortable with you taking an Uber by yourself. Let me drive you home", he says. He didn't even ask me. You let out a sigh and agreed with him taking you home, feeling uncomfortable taking an Uber at this hour as well.

You both walked to his car and made your way to the house. He knew the route to his house, having him living there. A year and a half of you dating, both of you decided to purchase a home together, knowing you were going to create a beautiful life there. The house was beautiful and picked out by both of you. You remembered how both of you were excited about moving in and decorating. After the breakup, he insisted in you staying there and living there since he said it was your house too. That it would be easier if you stayed instead of him. After going back and forth, you decided on staying. He made his way through the gates of the house and drove up the small hill to them house. "Thank you", you say to him. You opened the door, looking at your phone for the time, and got out. It's was pretty late at night. Why do you always have to feel bad. You turned around leaning down to look at him. "It's late, why don't you stay?", he shook his head no. "I can't. I don't want to intrude", he says. You scoff at his response. "Where are you staying, your girlfriend's house?", you ask. He shook his head again. "She doesn't live around here. I'm staying at a hotel downtown", he says. "Harry, just stay for tonight. You're not intruding if it's your house too", you say before closing the door on his. You walked towards the door and put the Pin to unlock it. After a few seconds you heard his car turn off and door open. You walked into the house and turned the lights on, Harry right behind you. You walked towards the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of wine, before pouring it in each glass. Harry sat on the barstool in the kitchen. "Thank you", he says as you handed him the glass of wine. You stayed quiet and drank your wine in silence.

Once done, you placed both glasses in the dishwasher. "You can sleep in the guest bedroom", you say. "I'm going to get ready for ed. Have a goodnight Harry", you say as you made your way up the stairs and into the room you once shared with Harry. He hasn't placed foot into this house since the day he left. Closing the door behind you, you rested your head against the door closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. You kept overthinking what he had said in the bathroom back at the reception. To be fair, you couldn't stop thinking about him too, seeing him, dressed in an olive green suit at a wedding, it did things to you. Seeing Tatiana get married made you think of what could've been too. Would you and Harry be married by now? Would you still live in this house? So many question, but little answers. You walked over to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, making sure the water was hot enough for you to go in. You took your dress off, removed your makeup, undid your hair, and got in the shower. The hot water felt so nice against your skin. You washed your body with your favorite body wash, washed your hair, and once you were done, you felt like a new person again. Once you changed into your pajamas, you put on your black satin robe, that matched your. black sating pajamas, and went downstairs into the kitchen to get water. To your surprise, Harry was still sitting in the same spot he was when you left. "What are you still doing here?", you asked, opening the door to the fridge to get your water bottle. Silence.

You turned to look at him, about to say something, but was held down by his intense stare on you. You recognized this stare, the many times he gave you that stare you ended up having sex. Your breathing picked up as he stood and made his way towards you. 'Harry", you sighed as he pinned you against the refrigerator door. He didn't say anything and took in the smell of your, now damp, hair. "You're driving me crazy Y/N. I can't stop thinking about having you again. Making you mine like the countless times I claimed your body. I still think about you. Every time I'm with her, I think of you. I think about your kiss. Your touch. When I sleep with her, I think of your body, your skin on mine. Your moans against my ear screaming my name", he says. His eyes were closed. Your breathing picking up at what he's saying. His eyes suddenly opening, looking directly in your eyes, the green darker now filled with lust. "I need you Y/N, I want you. I want to worship you, treat you like the goddess that you are. My goddess. Mine. Only mine", fuck you thought. His words causing tingles to run through your body. "We can't Harry", you start to say but not moving. "We can", he says burying his face in the crook of your neck placing kisses all over. You sighed in relief, feeling his lips against your skin again. Loving the familiarity of his touch. How your body reacts to his touch. "Harry wait. No we can't", you say again, but this time pushing him off you. You wanted him too, so badly. But he has a girlfriend. "Would it help if I told you that things aren't working it out with her? How she knows about you and my feelings towards you. How she knows that things aren't going to work out between me and her?", he says. You were shocked. Then why are they still together if that's the case. "She knows Y/N. She just needed time to process everything. Why do you think she didn't want to come to the wedding?", he asks. I just shrug. "We're done. We're over". He says coming closer to me again.

Are you really going to believe his words? I mean Harry was never the one to lie to you. He was always upfront with his feelings on anything and he wasn't afraid of letting people know what he felt and thought. "Let's make this work. I don't want anyone else that's not you. You're my person. You're my everything Y/N", he says right before he kisses your lips. This wasn't a fast kiss. It was slow and passionate. You dropped the water bottle on the floor and placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss. Your tongues dancing with one another, savoring each other, getting familiar with one another again. Your body craved for him, more than what you wanted. His hands went down to your waist pulling you closer to his body, the heat between you two divine. God you've missed him so much. His hands made their way down your thighs and picked you up with ease, besides the fact he crouched down a bit due to the height difference. He made his way to the bedroom, your bedroom, the one you shared for years. He places you on the bed, not breaking your kiss. Your hands making their way to his hair, playing with the chocolate curls you loved so much. You felt him smile against the kiss, his lips removing from yours and kissing all over your face, across your jaw, and down to your neck again. His movements weren't rushed, he was taking his time. He kissed behind your ear, knowing that the spot drives you crazy. "You're so beautiful", he whispers in your ear, right before he lightly bites it. Your lips find each other again and you remove his blazer, him throwing it aside. Your legs make their way to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you and also feeling the bulge in his pants. He grabs your leg and kneels in front of you, both panting from the kiss. He slowly sides his hands up your leg, placing small kisses on your ankle and foot. He places your leg down and repeats the same action with your other leg.

He smirks at you and kisses back up your body, attaching your lips again, this time making sure to remove his shirt. You do just that, unbuttoning his shirt before untucking it from his slacks. You feel his toned naked chest and place them on his shoulders, before removing his shirt completely. He reciprocates your actions by removing your robe along with the silk cami, your chest completely naked in front of his eyes. You reach down between your hips and start unbuttoning his slacks, causing him to smirk. He bites your bottom lip before kneeling in front of you and removing his slacks completely, taking his briefs off as well. Now he's completely naked in front of you, his tattoos on display for you to see. You remember being there with him when he got a few of them. You reached out, sitting as you traced the butterfly tattoo with your finger, causing him to close his eyes and taking in the feeling of your hands on his hot skin. He grabs your hand and kisses each finger and kissing the middle of your palm. "I don't want to fuck you tonight Y/N", your eyes connecting again. "I want to make love to you", he smirks and leans towards you kissing you and bringing you down to lay on the mattress. He reaches down to your shorts and removes them, exposing your bare pussy. He stares at it and then back at you. He kisses down your chest, your torso, and down to the area that you crave him the most. You loved when he ate you out, his tongue did wonders to you. You looked down to him, your chest rising and falling at a quicker pace waiting for his tongue to make contact with your aching clit. He gently blows air to it causing goosebumps on your skin before kissing each of your folds. He reaches to touch your clit with his finger, gently rubbing it causing your head to fall back and a moan leave your lips at the feeling.

He continues this assault, staring at your reaction. He loved how he made you feel. He loved having you again, right in the palm of his hands, making you feel good, wanted, worshipped. Your breathing started to pick up, rolling your head side to side as he rubbed your pussy. Then, the rubbing stopped and instead his lips were on you, his tongue circling your clit and sucking it. Fucking Hell. Your moans god louder the more he ate you out. His tongue exploring your wet pussy, dipping into your wetness. The noise of your wetness consumed the room, your moans becoming louder and louder. Your legs soon closing against his head as the feeling off your orgasm started to present itself. Your fingers reaching down to his hair, tugging gently at the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips bucked up against his lips, following the rhythm of his tongue. He pinned your down, spreading your legs further apart and moved his tongue at a faster rate. "Fuck Harry, I'm gonna cum", you panted at him. He stared at you as he devoured you, your orgasm taking over you. You threw your head back in pleasure cursing out his name over and over again coming all over his tongue, him licking you clean. He placed kisses up your thighs as you. Tried catching your breath from your orgasm.

He kissed up your body, slowly, and kissed you passionately, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his lips, feeling his erection on your torso, precum oozing out of his tip. "Let me please you Harry", you tell him. He shook his head no. "No, this is about you", he says in a whisper. Before you can say anything, he inserted himself in you, causing you to gasp at the intrusion. You had forgotten how big and thick he was, his cock stretching you out in all of the right places. You moaned as you looked down where you connected as he slowly started to thrust into you. "Fuck I've missed your pussy wrapped around me" he moaned, picking. Up the pace and finding the right position. He wrapped your legs around his waist, he leaned into you, his face in front of yours, his hands on either side of your head. You grabbed your breasts as they moved up and down with each thrust he made. You moaned as his tip hit your favorite spot. "Mmmm found it", he smirks as he buries his head in your neck, moving fast. The heels of your feet pressing against his lower back bringing him closer. His heavy breathing felt amazing against your hot body, sweat accumulating on both of your skins. He reached for your hands and intertwined your fingers as he held them tightly about your head. He kissing your lips again, both drunk from having one another. You moaned against his lips as another orgasm was sneaking up on you. He bought your legs more up so he can go deeper into you, making you moan more louder against his ear. "I miss you Y/N. I love you. I love your body. I love you", he repeated over and over against your ear his moans increasing against your ear as he too was close to climaxing. "Fuck Harry. I love you too", you say tears accumulating in your eyes. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. "Do me a favor though" you panted. He scrunched his eyebrows together, confused for a bit. "Fuck me", you say. He smirked at you, removing himself from inside you, flipping you over on all fours. "Yo missed being fucked Y?N", all you can do is moan as he smacked your ass causing you to flinch in pain and pleasure. You loved how romantic he got, making love always making you more and more hornier for some reason, but it always ended up with him fucking you rough towards the end.

"Did you miss my cock baby?", he smacks your ass again. "Yes yes yes", you say breathlessly, waiting for him to fuck you senseless. He slapped your wet pussy with his dick causing you to moan and then inserted himself into you, both moaning at the sensation. He grabbed your hips and he started thrusting into you at a fast pace, the bed making noises with each thrust. Your hands fisted the sheets, the noise of both of your skin slapping against each others making you go crazy. "Play with yourself for me baby", he instructs. Your hand reached down to your swollen clit and rubbed it. He looked down to see your hand moving causing him to grunt at the view. He brought his hand to your hair, grabbing it and pulling you closer to him. His moans closer to your ear as he continued thrusting it you. "Fuck Harry", you say reaching out behind him, your fingers also gripping his hair. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, your eyes closed, a moaning mess, as you Savored his cock inside you. You continued to play with yourself, your hand moving faster as you felt your climax coming. "I'm gonna cum Harry", you moan. "Cum for me baby", he moans against your ear as his lips kiss and suck on your neck. The feeling driving you to your climax. You were both a moaning mess as he came inside you and you came on him. "Fuuuuck", he moans, stilling inside you.

Once both were finished, he removed himself from you and laid on the mattress, both of you panting. You lied next to him, looking up at the ceiling. He turned to look at you, you doing the same. A smile spread across his face as he admired you. "I really do love you Y/N. You're the love of my life", he says seriously. "I know", you say, your fingers making their way to his hair. You remembered how much he loved when you did that after you had sex. "I love you too", you say, placing a kiss on his chest. That night, there was no sleeping involved. You talked for hours, catching up on the lost time between the two of you. He would later break up with his girlfriend, surprisingly she took it well according to Harry. After just being friends for a couple of weeks, due to both of you trying to take it slow, you both were an item. You dated and made your relationship public. Tatiana and Jeff were very happy to know you were together, knowing that you guys were endgame. You couldn't be any happier. Both of you promised that your relationship would be a priority to both of you. You both h had to communicate with one another. By the end of the year, Harry proposed to you on a vacation you took with Tatiana and Jeff. Although you both wanted to talk it slow, you knew that you were meant to be with one another. By the following year, you and Harry got married in London. Again you couldn't be any happier than to be with the person that made you feel loved and wanted and secure. After a couple of months after your honeymoon, you sat on the balcony of your home, staring at your backyard. You were elated as you watched the birds sing, the spring soon ending to bring in the fall. You looked down at your growing belly, rubbing it. You were pregnant with Harry's first child. You smiled and looked back up, awaiting for the new adventures that you and Harry will encounter with a new addition to the family.

#harry edits #harry edward styles #harry fluff #harry smut #hslot #harry styles #smut #1dsmut #harry styles one direction #harry styles one shot #harry's house album #harry fanfic

6 notes · View notes

aidansloth · 2 years

Text

this is my first time posting on Tumblr so constructive criticism/tips are appreciated <3

disclaimer, English is not my first language sorry if there are any mistakes

Gareth Emerson Headcanons (General):

he has ADHD

probably undiagnosed, but he researched about it and talked to his mom, she was really supportive but they don't have the money to get him diagnosed, so she does the best she can to understand him and do her own research

he also has 2 younger sisters (I think their ages would be around 7 and 11? A lot younger though) which 'force' (he enjoys it) him to play dress-up and have tea parties with them and their plushes

this would include Gareth's old plushies too (cute bats and a raccoon)

he loves his sisters so much ok-

on that note, he's a feminist 100%, as in he corrects other people on misogynistic behaviour and calls out other guys too

and also anti-racist

I'm so in love with him I can't-

he's also protective of his mom, since I headcanon that his dad was abusive, but they left once things got really bad and that's when they moved to Hawkins

this happened when he was like 11, he arrived during the school year and didn't talk to other people unless he had to

his mother was really worried about him, and that's when Eddie saw the cool introverted kid that liked D&D and decided he was going to be friends with him

they realised they both liked the same stuff and in no time Jeff and Kevin (the other guy with no name) tagged along

Gareth's mom loves his friends since they got him out of his shell

moving on, he's sarcastic like 99% of the time

Jeff loves to watch other people not understanding his sarcasm

because of his ADHD he often forgets to eat so his mom or sisters have to remind him

he also forgets to bring lunch a lot of the time so the Hellfire club learnt to always bring some extra food for him

Eddie and Gareth bond over being neurodivergent ('cause Eddie's autistic)

he stims and fidgets all the time, mostly by drumming his fingers on any surface available, but also bouncing his leg or tapping his foot

often his hyperfixations are new bands/singers, but also likes to learn about animals so he will just talk about hours about whatever animal he has his mind on

somehow always misplaces his drumsticks and has to buy new ones everytime (then he finds them under the sofa 7 months later)

either that or he breaks the drumsticks out of anger (that's very cishet man of him)

yes he has anger issues and drumming is his outlet

he also has anxiety and sometimes pulls all nighters just to perfection something he's making (like a patch, D&D figurines he's painting or a drawing)

yes I decided he likes sketching, but he doesn't think he's very good so he barely shows his art to other people

he often draws landscapes from Eddie's campaigns but also his D&D characters

I read someone else's headcanon on this, so don't credit me (don't remember who said it sorry), but because he stays up late he uses that time to study and catch up on homework otherwise he wouldn't do it

he just finds it easier to concentrate at night when everything is calm

all his pins are gifts from his friends or his mom

he made his cut-off flannel by himself one night he was bored and ended up loving it

he likes red but it's no his favourite colour, it's green

he's either bisexual or pansexual and identifies as demiboy (I don't care if it's the 80s, he does)

he knows how to cook basic things, just for when his mom has to work late and he has to make dinner for sisters

they love his cooking

doesn't really believe people when they compliment him, given he has been bullied most of his life for his hobbies and who he is, but doesn't correct people

if they compliment him he just thanks them because he doesn't want to put up a fight

one thing that he's very confident about is his skills on the drums (and his style obviously)

he feels like the dad/mom friend

he also has plants and has named all of them (they all have names of his favourite drummers and musicians)

would absolutely burst out crying if one of them were to die

also collects crystals or just pretty rocks

he loves tiger's eye (I don't remember if that's the exact name sorry)

this is pretty much what everybody said but loves Dr. Pepper

he would also love Monster, especially the Pacific Punch one (I am not projecting ok-)

had to share a room with his 12 year-old sister when they were little but once they moved he got his own and has never been happier

his room is covered in empty cans, vinyls and mixtapes

always forgets to throw away those empty cans and other rubbish

he tries okay

but other than that, it's all very clean and tidy

he tries to clean it every week but the rubbish always seems to pile up

his walls are covered in band posters and some drawings his sisters made of/for him

of course his plants on the balcony, and has a special hanger for his cut-off flannel

honorary mention to this man's thighs please

and his tummy

I love him.

he would be insicure about it though, cause you know, society

would rather die than use a 3 in 1 bodywash

and I respect that

he's always cold- I mean, he's wearing 3 layers in SPRING

so yeah his favourite season is winter, he loves curling up on the sofa with a soft blanket and a cup of hot chocolate

is scared of cockroaches, actually any bug

and the dark (he has a cute nightlight that he's had since he was a kid)

you know the scene when Eddie jumps on the table and everyone but Gareth is looking at him? he really said "here we go again", he literally looks so tired

he's just dealing with his theatrics on a daily basis

tired dad friend

he's really into astrology

he'll go "that's very Capricorn of you" at people

he once said something along those lines to Eddie

they didn't speak to each other for a week

loves bubble baths with scented candles and shit

on that note, he has a lot of scented candles for when Eddie comes to hang out so his sisters don't smell cigarette smoke (or weed-)

he would smell of his mom's freshly baked cinnamon cookies and coconut shampoo

because his little sisters get hurt very easily he's very good at patching people up

also has experience with periods because his mom taught him like the queen she is, also his sister already started hers so he often makes her tea and warms up her heating pad

he's either a Leo or a Cancer I don't make the rules

I'm sure I have others but I can't think of them right now (if there's enough I'll make a part 2)

<33

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth the great #stranger things #gareth emerson headcanons #your honor i love him

61 notes · View notes

bun-haired-nutjob · 9 months

Text

...I was writing this post but then Tumblr didn't save the draft and I lost everything!!! </3

I'm going to answer this rapid-fire because I feel bad about losing everything :(

Get to know me

Tagged by @trans-lykanthropie!!! <3

Tagging: @spaceyfreyja @muscatjello @puppygirlbone2 @cassia-thots @with-a-side-of-wilfey @incendiarylust @cant-ra @aki-blackwood @mommys-sapphic-lullaby AND SO MANY I'M FORGETTING!!! You don't have to do this btw, only do it if you want to!!!

Last song: I prefer albums and soundtracks over songs, but I was listening to one of my favourites earlier today - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of the War of the Worlds which I have on CD!

(Originally here I went on a tangent about my Panasonic SA-PM71SD combination cassette deck and 5-CD changer but that'll probably be in its own post now!)

Currently reading: I like collecting books on aviation, railways, and military history, but unfortunately I'm much better at the collecting than the reading </3

However, I have been enjoying some good yuri recently!!! If you're trans then I cannot recommend Hanayome wa Motodanshi (The Bride Was a Boy) highly enough!!! Was reading through it earlier today and god damn, the feels...

(It's a certified egg-cracker but it also includes lots of helpful information about being trans and it was a very helpful resource for me when I was first questioning!!!)

Currently watching: I'm bad at watching things too, but I suppose I'm watching Season 6 of Taskmaster and enjoying that <3

Current obsession: ...I don't really feel like I have one right now - I'll typically go from obsession to obsession, in particular certain periods and events in history, but with how busy life has been I haven't really had anything to obsess over as of late.

Although I might count these cat ears as an obsession soon because I LOVE THEM SO GODDAMN MUCH

These are the ones I got and I'm wearing them as I type this - the amount of gender euphoria they grant is unbelievable O_O Just listening to the bells as I tilt my head to shake them is making me smile and feel so so so so sooooo happy!!!

#i really enjoy things like this and i love being tagged in them!!!#just wish tumblr didn't annihilate my first version of this post accidentally </3 #vivi's social skills

8 notes · View notes

caecilius-est-pater · 2 months

Note

could you explain your depiction of aeneas shield, im doing it for my a levels and need more insight ( or an easier to understand version )

Oops I'm only just seeing this ask, sorry!

I assume you're referring to this picture, which I made years ago and flatteringly enough people still repost (with credit, you guys are the best!) here and there on classics tumblr:

I wish I had a cool and erudite explanation but instead I must tell you about Homestuck. It's a webcomic but it also has a comic-within-the-comic called Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff.

When I was revising for my Latin exams at uni, my weird little brain made the connection that Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff is an example of ekphrasis, a literary device where an in-universe piece of art is described to the reader. I thought this was funny because SBAHJ is absurdist and intentionally crappy, about as far as you can get from classical and scholarly.

Since the Shield of Aeneas a) is probably the prototypical example of ekphrasis, b) features artwork of various scenes not unlike a comic and c) features the astrological signs, I was inspired. I grabbed an artist's drawing of the shield, replaced most of it with my favorite scenes from SBAHJ, and then colored in the astrological signs with their corresponding Homestuck colors because astrological signs are a big thing in Homestuck. I posted it on tumblr because I figured the minuscule number of other classicist Homestuck fans in the world might get a kick out of it, and I'm shocked but flattered that it's lasted so long.

So tldr, please forget about all of this for the sake of your A levels (unless maybe this helps you remember the definition of ekphrasis?) It was a dumb, cursed, extremely niche joke.

#this ask is fucking incredible. thank you #slash im sorry for confusing you about your a levels #caecilius respondit

2 notes · View notes

milos-journal · 2 years

Text

The Everyman

Ok, so awhile ago I made a post that was like "What if I made a long rant post on Vinnie Everyman" and that's essentially what this is. Some notes first, I'm sick so unlike the Asher Family post the art for this post is traditional sketches because I've tried hard to do digital, full drawings and it just is not happening no matter how hard I try. This post is also VERY loosely drafted, so it may be a bit ramble-y. One last warning, this will be talking about the canon events of EMH. If you don't want spoilers, are fictionkin/a system/an IRL, or are simply triggered by some of the events/topics discussed and shown in EverymanHYBRID, please be careful reading this post.

Now from there, I can get started!

Vinnie Everyman feels like a character that is either looked over or deliberately excluded when talking about EverymanHYBRID. Whether it is fandom culture just wanting to mash their favorite characters faces together or it's simply many viewers do not find Vinnie as interesting next to Jeffrey and Alex and their family troubles, Evan struggling with possession, or Steph's long-term struggles as expressed in the tumblr blog CANYOUSEETHEWORDS. Which, both are valid in all honesty. It is fine to not like a character. What this blog post seeks to refute is a claim that seems to consistently circulate around the EMH fandom - that Vinnie is a snake and backstabber.

Which, is partially true, which will be elaborated on a little later. However, Vinnie has all the makings to be a tragic character just like Evan and Jeff, but is often swept under the rug and treated as cruel simply because he did what he thought he needed to survive.

Vinnie Everyman is viewed best when you take him as you do many protagonists, especially in Slenderverse: A representation and vessel for the viewer. His actions make the most sense when the audience puts themself in his shoes.

Obviously, at surface level, Vinnie is a bad person. He conspires with a demon, leads his friends to death, and seemingly feels no remorse until it is far too little too late. So yes, Vinnie is, by all definitions, a snake. But one must put context into his actions.

Looking back on the series, it should be kept in mind Vinnie is entirely led astray by HABIT. While it is not directly said but rather implied multiple times, one time I would like to note is almost all of the video "Lexi", but especially the part where HABIT highlights Vinnie is the guardian, however that is simply not the case, as seen by what he wrote for the role of guardian.

"THE GUARDIAN SHALL LOSE HIS HEART AND THEN HIS BLOOD AND FIGHT TO LOSE ALL HE LOVES"

"THE GUARDIAN SHALL DEFY A GOD ONLY TO BE DEALT A FATAL BLOW"

These lines paint the Guardian as a martyr like figure who is dealt repeated emotional blows, only to be killed. However, these lines almost wholly fit Jeff plenty more than they do Vinnie. His "heart" can be easily put as Jessa, and his "blood" as Alex, since they are blood relatives. Jeff during the series consistently pushed the viewers to search for answers while he also searched himself, which would be his fight.

However, the role Vinnie better fits, the Voyeur, is cruel in description and a lot more true to Vinnies intentions.

"THE VOYEUR SHALL WATCH FROM AN EMOTIONAL DISTANCE, INSISTING UPON MAINTAINING THEIR STRENGTH."

"THE VOYEUR SHALL REMAIN IDLE TO ALL WHO SEE, HOWEVER BUSY HE MAY BE BENEATH"

"THE VOYEUR SHALL SWALLOW JUSTICE’S SWORD"

HABIT, by telling Vinnie he is the guardian, is not only making Vinnie a trustworthy figure in the viewers eyes but making Vinnie feel like he is the victim. By saying he lost his love and his blood (which could be his found family, or his friends, or simply the amnesia that made him forget his family) he no longer is not a victim. On top of that, he's now framed as a martyr in the situation.

To circle back, Vinnie is not only manipulated consistently throughout the series, he's also someone the viewer sees themself through.

With the knowledge Vinnie was intensely manipulated by HABIT in many ways, it is understandable to follow his whims. While he almost certainly is not a trustworthy figure from the start, he certainly is a threatening one. The possibility HABIT threatened Vinnie into submission is certainly high, and honestly, given the situation, many people would throw friends under the bus to literally save their life.

As easy as it is to go "Not me!", and the scenario is certainly not a realistic one, what Vinnie goes through is understandable if one thinks of EMH as more allegorical.

Putting HABIT in the position of just an awful person, and Evan as an idealized version of said awful person (an interpretation of EMH I personally subscribe to), the situation is a lot more easy to digest.

Its easy to follow trustable people, and even, in the case of EMH canon, people who hold a position of power, even if the person effected knows its wrong. Given the circumstance Vinnie is manipulated and threatened, its easy to fall into the trap and dig a hole too deep.

(geddin loser, im reliving horrific trauma)

All in all, Vinnie as a character when analyzed is interesting and well rounded. While he intensely stabbed his friends in the back, the way it was framed for him, the other option was to fall to whatever may have been threatened.

Sorry if I rambled plenty or if none of this made sense, as mentioned earlier I am intensely ill and in between school and such I did not and likely won't have the free time to make this post, so I decided to post this while I can. Thank you for reading this far at all, I appreciate it! :-)

#vinnie emh #vinnie everyman #vinny emh #vinny everyman #everymanhybrid #milomamu #AUUGHHH #tw manipulation #tw threats #idk thats all i can think of #this took so much brain power #didnt say it in the post but i have fucking MONO #and this made me wanna fall to the floor and collapse #but i did it! the thing i wanted to do for a month or so!#emh

53 notes · View notes

cydonian-knight-in-gallifrey · 1 year

Text

I posted 3,190 times in 2022

That's 1,423 more posts than 2021!

12 posts created (0%)

3,178 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@twofingerswhiskey

@memenerdlover

@ghostsinthecellar

@wanderingdreamshadow

@red-r0ver

I tagged 1,765 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#one piece - 360 posts

#chainsaw man - 109 posts

#wholesome content - 91 posts

#dorohedoro - 85 posts

#disco elysium - 77 posts

#rammstein - 59 posts

#zoro - 44 posts

#lmao - 43 posts

#pedro pascal - 40 posts

#buggy the clown - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#i was actually thinking the same as mister gaiman and was happy to see someone else thought about it

My Top Posts in 2022:

Momo literally said "do like the tree and leave" 😂

7 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

I just read One Piece 1054 and... WTF IS GOING ON!?

Thoughts and spoilers under the cut

The good:

I'm happy to know Sabo is doing fine and that his unit was able to rescue Kuma and escape, apparently, unharmed.

I also don't believe he killed Cobra and I'd dare to say Vivi escaped with him too. Please let this be true. The poor woman has suffered a lot already.

I love how the Marine and the World Government are freaking out. YESSS let there be chaos, baby!!!

Seeing Shanks and his crew being all proud of Luffy was rather heartwarming 🥰

Shanks is finally going for the One Piece and I hope we finally get to see his fighting style 😍

Momo, my child, I'm so proud of you 😭

Also, Yamato taking no shit. You go, king!!!

I kinda want to see Marco kicking Ryokugyu's ass. Although if Sabo does it I won't complain 🔥🔥🔥

The bad:

F*cking Ryokugyu!!! Can you give Wano a f*cking break!? I already hate that bastard and I hope he gets his ass kicked soon. I know this won't happen, but one can only dream.

I hope the fight against Ryokugyu doesn't mean we'll see more samurai dying. After Izo's and Ashura's death my heart won't handle another loss 😭

No news on my beloved idiot A.K.A. Buggy D. Clown. I need to know why he became a Yonko!!!

The worse:

Shank's crew going for Barto's head. I know he has it coming, but please Oda I don't want to see my baby die 😭

I really hope Shanks doesn't turn out to be the bad guy. I still trust him, but not as much as I did (?)

9 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

Forget Mihawk. Zoro will have to defeat Buggy D. Clown in order to become the world's greatest swordsman.

10 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

I need one thing from Netflix and one thing only: to see Jeff Ward in his Buggy D. Clown costume.

31 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Well done Buggy! Well fucking done!

53 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

2 notes · View notes

nsfwhiphop · 10 days

Text

Incoming Text for Jlo from the Bronx:

Hey, Jennifer Lopez! It's me, Angelo!

I'm sorry, I know you pay them to appear on my Tumblr feed, it was two days ago, I didn't have the time to respond but now I do, so tell me, Jlo, what can I do for you?

I swear, I don't know what to tell you, it's crowded on this boat, there is no available seat on this boat.

(Fun fact: did you know that the actress Jennifer Love Hewitt keeps flooding my Tumblr feed with her pictures? And it happens every day, it's not once every week, no, no, it's EVERY DAY!!! She posts sexy pictures of her every day on my Tumblr feed and I still haven't spoken to her, I ignore her, I don't know what to say. She is so suspicious, she is like bait, a thirst trap on my Tumblr feed, some of my enemies have paid her to thirst trap me and she thinks I don't know, nice try Jennifer Love Hewitt, nice try, but you failed. She thinks I will save her like that Enrique Iglesias "Hero" song, well, guess what? She thought wrong, ain't nobody got time for that.)

Okay, now where were we, let me continue our conversation.

I was saying that there is no seat available on my boat. That ship has sailed, buddy, you gotta find another lifeboat, remember Titanic?

I gotta let you know that this is like that Titanic ending when everyone is trying to find a lifeboat to save their lives, well, it's exactly like that, and I'm telling ya! My boat is already full.

My three sisters, Salma Hayek & Penélope Cruz & Zoe Saldana are the captains of my boat. And trust me when I tell you this, Spain & Mexico & Dominican Republic have very big families and every one is on my boat now. There is no seat available for you on my boat.

I have a solution for you though, that solution is Mr.Amazon himself, why don't you call Jeff Bezos? He has plenty of lifeboats and I'm sure he will find an available seat on his lifeboat, Jeff is a great guy, you should give him a call, he will be honored to help you.

I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, it was never my intention, I wanted to give you the honest truth, I don't want to lie to you and keep you hangin' on, so that's what I did, I told you that my lifeboat is full. There, I said it.

Also, I know you're the Godmother of YesJulz, so consider yourself lucky because YesJulz is one of the lucky girls with a seat on my boat, so you can hangout with her, she will eventually share some of the wealth with you, like Godmother, like Goddaughter.

@Yesjulz is your Goddaughter, keep an eye on her, she might help you win the lottery, you never know, fingers crossed.

Also, say hello to Ben Affleck, and tell him to never give up the "Horror filmmaking" start-up company because it will help you make easy money in the next few years, it's easy money, never forget that, okay? I encourage you to never give up your Film start-up company because this will help you stay afloat for the next 8 years, from 2024 until 2032, it's easy money, so never give up horror filmmaking, your good friend Jason Blum will help you learn, he will teach you his skills.

Okay, this chat was fun.

Love you, JLO! Have fun, big hug for you.

0 notes

swtchaeos · 2 years

Text

Note 6 : totally not freaking out

olivia : i need my birthday to come already 😔

me on the inside : jflflfjf absolutely not pls i need time i’m so not ready

what i answer : i’ll be here soon 🥺

So i have started making carrds and i just think i can do like 2 and then update them as the year goes, if i don't forget

the present won't be useful until 2023 anyway so i think i can use up the time i get later to make something better online then and focus on finishing the pdf so i can send it, i think i have like 6 months left ?

I need to get started on the edits too but i'm guessing i'll just make as many as possible on the 14th

Trying to ask myself who she has a crush on to make my edits last minute 🤔🤔 Yuchan, Jeff Satur, Jeonghan, is this who i'm going for this year ? i think i can make that happen 4 edits doesn't seem like it's crazy i just need to get them started (the 4th one is the update on the oli's men one) I just need to choose songs too

I need to make that layout and i needed to post on tumblr but i just got that done, so yay me, let's pretend i'm not behind on everything else 😭 maybe i'll use my free time tomorrow morning and maybe my lunch break too to make those, if only i hadn't spent 2 hours tonight trying to find a tiktok username 😔

0 notes

princeescaluswords · 3 years

Note

"They won’t get it in the movie, either" Lmfao no one gives a shit about Posey and Jeff and their auto fellatio/fanservice parody. Even Posey and Jeff know that. That's why they user Stiles' Jeep and Wolf Derek to bait people into giving a fuck about their movie

Good morning, AA!

Does it interest you to know that when you don't send me any poisonous invective, I start to worry about you? I'm sure that you're just off filling someone else's inbox with your particular brand of unhinged hatred, but sometimes I wonder if you've suffered some setback.

I sat down when I got the above message and I worked out that over the last four years, you've sent me nearly a 1000 of these messages. It sounds like a lot of work until you realize that many of them simply rehash the same arguments again and again. I'm sorry to have to inform you that you've never actually managed to hurt my feelings, let alone change my mind. You have brought my mood down on occasion, so congratulations, and you have angered me quite a bit.

But then again, that puts you in the same category as the Trump Administration and the COVID-19 pandemic, so maybe it's not that big of an accomplishment.

The service you do perform for me, however, is priceless. It's obvious to the casual observer that you're not in this alone; you're the most vocal of your ilk, the most brazen, but you also tend to pick up and repeat ad nauseam all the major talking points of BNF in the Stiles-stan/Sterek/Steter side of the fandom. You're their vanguard, and thus, you prove that there is a particular aspect of fandom not motivated by anything like careful reading or cultural analysis, but by a racist infatuation with white male characters to the exclusion of ... anything else really.

Take the above post. It's nonsense. It's designed to be cruel, though it misses the mark to a ludicrous degree. "No one gives a shit?" Well, that's just not true. I give a shit. You, for some reason beyond understanding, give a lot of shit. There have been lots of posts on Tumblr, on Twitter, and the click-bait online sites have had multiple stories in the last week. You know this, so why say something so patently untrue?

Let's be frank here -- your behavior has nothing to do with your appreciation or lack of appreciation for a television show, a particular character, or a particular actor. This is about you using an anonymous function on a social media site to vent your innermost rage about the fact that said television show wasn't about your favorite white character. If you felt that you had a legitimate grievance, you'd put your name on your arguments by now, even if it was a pseudonym.

A reasonable person who wanted to combat the positions held by the Scott McCall Defense Squad would actually try to address their positions and not just string naughty words together in something approximating a sentence. A reasonable person who decided that debate was not for them and there was no true point to be made would block the tags we use. A reasonable person who hates Tyler Posey to the degree you obviously do would neither watch his movie nor actually care about it. A reasonable person would find another show to watch.

So what are you?

You're a person who either believes that Hollywood operates like a low-rent pre-school, where MTV executives are like harried moms who will give Jeff and Tyler millions of dollars to make a movie that supposedly no one wants just to shut them up, or maybe ...

You're a person who holds to the idea that Stiles and his friendship with Scott made him the most important part of the show, yet somehow refuses to believe that the Jeep is just as important to Scott as it is to Stiles, even though there are multiple scenes exploring their friendship in that Jeep, or maybe ...

You forget that there are other wolves who can take the full shift, perhaps even other alphas, and that the producers made sure that the wolf in the preview (who I am told is actually a reused shot of Theo's full shift) had red eyes so the audience would know it's not Derek, or maybe ...

You're the type of person who is so motivated by their own unbalanced hatred and enabled by fandom's endemic racism that you'll spend days and months of your life attacking people who don't agree with you with copy-pasted nonsense easily disproven by a gifted third-grader with a logic primer.

I encourage you to think about what type of person you are, and then try to have a better day.

Dennis

#teen wolf fandom problems #asshole anon #scott mccall defense squad #fandom racism #cultural critique #tumblr problems

18 notes · View notes

daisiesonafield-blog · 3 years

Text

The Holivia stunt timeline

This is the second part to this post. If you haven’t read that post, go read it. There are months worth of stunt seeding there prior to where this post starts.

This is my 3rd attempt at this post. Tumblr please don’t delete it this time.

Jan 6th 2021 (pics likely from Jan 3rd 2021)

Daily Mail has the exclusive to pics of Harry and Olivia out in Santa Barbara with Jeff, Glenne and his other manager (what’s his name, I forget). Even tho they released the pap pics on Jan 6th, they are likely from Jan 3rd, the day after Jeff’s wedding, which means Jeff brought 3 people along to his “honeymoon” to Santa Barbara.

They are wearing the same clothes as the pap pics of H hiking w/ his manager and Olivia allegedly at Harry’s house.

They just changed some accessories and shoes so it would look more believable that H and his manager “went hiking”.

Daily Mail went with this headline:

The irony of “packing on the PDA” when all Harry does is graze her a couple times and stand there awkwardly w/ his hands behind his back or joke around with Jeff...yeah that irony isn’t lost on me.

Harry looks like Olivia’s little brother. lmao.

Here is the whole pap walker gang (sorry for white lines, images are c*py r*ghted and tumblr d*leted the post before):

Bonus is cute goofy H, you’re adorable sweetie, keep at it.

Here they are hanging out at a parking lot (??):

And a video of them at the parking lot:

youtube

This picture came out on Jan 7th but is from the same day. It shows Jeff, Harry and Olivia likely waiting for take-out/food/drinks

Other articles that came out on Jan 6th:

None of those articles were allowed to use the pap pics as Daily Mail bought the exclusive rights to them, so when they mention all the “PDA in Santa Barbara” there are no pics to show just how unromantic it actually was.

Harry out with Jeff and Glenne - Jan 4th 2021

Pictures of Harry and Olivia emerge - date unknown

I will go out on a hunch and say these are from January 1st as we’ve gotten reports they “spent NYE together in Santa Barbara”, and we have yet to see those pictures.

Jan 7th 2021

The press is bit quieter about them today, and most of Olivia’s mentions are about her firing Shia and the current lawsuit against him.

Then we have OkMagazine, coming out with this gem of an article:

I think his “friends” and “sources” are really just the fandom lol

I’m going with ‘this “relationship” will not stand the test of time’ lol cause, you know, it’s a PR stunt.

I will keep updating the stunt timeline as we go. We may get more once they start filming back up again in the coming week.

#mine #stunts #timeline #masterpost #ongoing #horry #holivia #horry timeline #holivia timeline #movie promo #promo is all lies #jan 7 2021 #jan 2021 #olivia wilde #harry and olivia #jason sudeikeis

99 notes · View notes

whatgaviiformes · 3 years

Text

10. Music Makers - Part 3 / Scenes from Gordon’s Bedside

Chapter Summary: Virgil and Gordon and music

You are Here

Chapter A/N: In honor of 10 chapters of this concept, the plan is to give you a hell of a chapter 10 with a few moments in time strung together. I decided to go ahead and share what I have with you instead of waiting. Once the chapter has been shared in full over tumblr, I will post the full piece at Ao3 and FF.net. It may or may not make sense to remain as chapter 10 or be it’s own thing. Do share if you have an opinion. :-)

The title Music Makers comes from “Ode” by Arthur O'Shaughnessy, and it is very lovely.

Part Notes: Posted on tumblr before when my computer was dying, and I’ve just cleaned up this post. If you are interested in reading more from this scene, this comes directly from chapters 8 & 9.

***

Music Makers - Part 3/6

Gordon shatters in his arms and Virgil knew; he knew the knowledge he would never walk again would be too much for Gordon’s already battered soul.

He sobs.

Virgil sobs with him.

He doesn’t remember the exact moment the tune came to him, just that he started humming it for Gordon, grounding him.

Grounding them both.

He tries not to remember where the song came from, but it’s impossible to forget, because in his head it’s his mother’s voice singing to him. And he tries to shake away the memory of cold snow, crushing him, as he wipes at Gordon’s cheeks the way his mother wiped his in her last moments.

He feels Gordon’s fingers twitch in hair and then go slack, and he helps to gently lower the arm to the bed so Gordon doesn’t injure himself further.

He’s exhausted. They both are.

Gordon’s breath evens. Then, Virgil’s does too. Through Virgil, their mother sings her sons to sleep, so that, by the time Jeff Tracy returns to see the wreckage he left behind, the scene is deceptively calm.

#Gavii Scribit #scenes from gordon's bedside #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #chapter 10 music makers #hydrofoil accident fic

20 notes · View notes

dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 3 years

Note

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night, Ralph. (I think I covered all my time zone bases there). I have been thinking lot lately about all the rhetoric in the fandom about Harry’s health and well-being, and how loud it has felt this year. To be clear, I am not asking for you to weigh in with your own speculations about how Harry is doing, unless you feel comfortable doing so. (I’m not telling you what to do either way, obviously, seeing as I am only a little grey icon in your inbox and have no right or way to demand anything of you.) I’m more looking for guidance or even just your rambling thoughts about what is respectful and appropriate when we’re wondering about a celebrity’s well being, and how you handle your own thoughts and assumptions about this. I feel like over the course of the last year we’ve just been inundated with all this panic and speculation about how Harry is unhappy or unhealthy or otherwise not himself, going all the way back to the Jingle Bell Ball Golden performance. Every time we get any new content there’s a wave of people saying he looks too thin and overworked like he’s not getting enough food or rest, or overweight and out of shape (pick a lane, people), he looks stressed, he looks sad, he looks angry, his eyes have lost their sparkle, his smile is dim, he’s addicted to drugs, he’d addicted to drugs because Jeff is doping him up to keep him going, he’s going to quit music, he’s going to hurt himself, blah blah blah. And the people making these “observations” hide behind the assertion that they’re just worried for his health when they’re faced with any sort of criticism.

This whole ongoing rhetoric feels really…icky? I suppose? to me. I do kind of think he has looked more drawn and intense (“stressed” and “sad”) in the content we’ve gotten this year, but I also think (1) the content we’ve gotten has largely been pap shots and stunt stuff, (2) this year he had to postpone his tour, and we know he loves performing so that must have really sucked, and (3) this year has just been rather shit for all of us, we’re all stressed and sad and scared and frustrated by the larger political and social goings on, and by the ways our own lives are impacted. In the past, the content we’ve gotten where Harry looks the happiest and most at ease has been performance footage or him with his family and loved ones. We haven’t gotten any of that this year. It makes sense that the pictures we do get would feature him looking less than completely relaxed and jubilant. And then there are all the assumptions that he’s lost weight or gained weight and is therefore unhealthy or on drugs or drinking a lot and that just honestly pisses me off. You cannot tell jack shit about a person’s health from their weight, and especially not in random pictures taken at random intervals in random settings. To pretend you can is harmful, and Harry probably won’t see you making these assumptions about his mental and physical health based on the prominence of his cheekbones in a set of pap pics, but friends and strangers who are already struggling with their weight will. And the assertion that someone is dealing with an addiction of any kind (or, god forbid, and I hate even typing this, being subjected to drug use at the hands of someone with power over them) is an allegation that a) you can’t make from one picture and b) has really deep, life altering, tragic and painful and hard consequences for that person and all their loved ones, and deserves more respect and deference than to be treated as something you can just throw out into the great wild beyond and then forget about.

But beyond the fact that people are making hurtful and invasive allegations and assumptions about a real person’s private life based entirely on a very very limited and posed and edited set of content that was hand chosen to be given to us, I think the thing that bothers me the most is it feels like the people who are driving these conversations are doing so because they want something from Harry. It’s never (or rarely, I suppose) “man Harry looks tired in the pictures we’ve gotten lately, I really hope he’s taking care of himself, things have been so hard for us all.” It’s always “Harry has been so withdrawn and sad and angry he’s not communicative with fans and he’s not willing to engage with them when he sees them in public and I miss him. I miss my Harry. I miss happy Harry. I want him back. Give me Harry back.” Which tells me the concern isn’t Harry or Harry’s health, but rather the feeling that Harry owes us something that he hasn’t been giving, and now he must pay up or give us a valid excuse.

Then I do, occasionally though, find myself thinking “am I doing exactly what I’m complaining about? Am I assuming the worst of people based on a limited set of insights into their lives?” And in the wake of the Britney legal battle that has been unfolding recently, I sometimes wonder if maybe as fans we do have kind of a duty to call out celebrities when they seem to be struggling or acting incredibly out of character. Most of the time I follow this up immediately with the thought that I’m not responsible for anyone else’s health and safety, much less that of a 27 year old man I’ve never met and have no connection to beyond liking his music and his face, and I do truly believe that, but there is some part of me that feels uneasy just turning off all my concern, because I am a person who tends to be greatly concerned about everyone, who just wants everyone to be happy and healthy and safe and loved, and who wants to help people feel that way, where and when I can. So I guess what I’m asking, in the incredibly long winded and winding way I ask anyone anything (my poor husband, he gets a novel from me every time I ask what he thinks we should do for dinner) is do you have any of these same feelings and concerns? How do your navigate them? Where do you draw a line? Do you just withdraw completely from this type of speculation? How do you balance being a kind, engaged, empathetic fan with being a respectful, responsible fan who knows their limits? (And man, isn’t that the ultimate question?). Your blog is one I end up on whenever something big happens or a particular conversation pops up, because I’ve found that I really value the way you break things down and are willing to consider them from many perspectives, so I appreciate you even taking the time to read this.

Thanks for your interesting thoughts about Harry anon. I feel like there's a lot to respond to here and I'm going to start by answering the questions your questions - and then I'm going to get distracted and talk about a post I really hated.

I'm always a little bit worried about Harry, and all 1D members. He might be really struggling, that's always a possibility. Harry has lived a very intensely scheduled high workload life since he was 16. He might have had all sorts of responses to the fact that that schedule was removed, or anything else that is happening in his life. But I feel like I'm generally pretty boundaried about those concerns.

I think part of it is because my base line assumption is that boyband members are pretty fucked up. You don't need to know a lot about the history of touring musicians to know that. I think I've said before that if 1D members are eating every day and not doing needle drugs then they're doing better than we have any right to expect (and if they're not eating and are doing needle drugs, then those are coping mechanisms for intense stress and there's no shame in either of them).

I do think it helps with boundaries to be starting from a point that acknowledges how hard it is to be a popstar. I'm all about fantasies of omnipotence and in my day to day life I think I can fix all sorts of things, but I don't think I can make any difference to any 1D member's life.

In addition, I am profoundly affected by having been a fan throughout 2016. We know what it looks like when Louis was going through a horrendous, devastating, trauma - and it looks pretty normal.

None of this means I don't have opinions, or worries, but I am aware that my opinions or worries aren't facts. It's rare that I think that my worries should matter even to people reading my tumblr, let alone other fans in general, and certainly not Harry. You say 'am I doing the same thing as other people assuming the worst about people...', but I'd argue that that's actually not the problem. There's nothing wrong with assuming the worst of people. What is wrong is when fans think their assumptions about a celebrity should matter to anyone else. You don't have to turn off your concern to think that it's not a priority.

I definitely think it would be a very bad thing if people took the moral as the 'free Britney' movement as 'fans should call out celebrities when they think they're struggling'. That sort of surveillance isn't effective or useful. What has been useful for Britney is solidarity in a well documented power struggle, which is a very different thing.

And I can't emphasise enough how important the 'well documented' aspect of this is. What most fan worrying about Harry amounts to is: 'I don't like what he's doing, and there's no way he'd do things I didn't like and therefore there must be something wrong with him'. That's a really controlling way of thinking about people. I really think it's important not to reproduce that abusers logic.

I am pretty well insulated from that sort of discourse from a very well weeded dash. But I saw a post that was mostly about other fandom stuff, that treated assumptions like: "Harry must hate being with Olivia and he's suffering and it's clear he's not happy with his image and his team" as building blocks that you don't even have to argue for (this is the post - and I'm going to come back to one of the things someone said that was even worse in a second).

Lets stop for a minute and imagine that Harry hasn't got a problem pretending to date Olivia, and his main concerns are about the messiness of life and his career at this point in time. It is really fucked up and agressive, and pretty hateful towards Harry, to say 'oh he couldn't possibly want this. It's clear that he hates it.' etc. (I feel like I've been making this argument for years about people who object to Louis doing such things as smoking and not performing middle-class culture for them). When fans trash talk what Harry is doing at the moment, and suggest that believing he could be choosing what he's doing is some how an act of huge disrespect to him, there is every chance they are trash talking him and the choices he's making.

The final thing I want to draw attention to is how often this sort of fan storytelling is combined with a profound lack of interest in what 1D members are actually going through. The tags screen shotted and added on to the post I reblogged actually described Holivia as Douis 2.0. Apparently assuming that there was absolutely no connection between Douis, and Louis and his family's ultimately successful efforts to privacy as Jay was dying. What the fuck is wrong with people that they ignore that, and erase that? There's far more interest in making up 1D members suffering so that fans can continue to tell the stories they want to tell, than actual acknowledgement of what we know that they went through.

Sorry I got distracted. What I'm trying to say is that there's nothing wrong with having feelings about celebrities or telling stories about them. But it's so important to acknoweldge the limits of your knowledge and power, even when fandom discourse encourages the opposite.

#I cannot articulate how angry the tags about Douis made me #not just insisting that they were the same as Holivia #and therefore erasing what was going on for Louis in 2016 #but insisting other people do the same #None of this would be necessary #if people would just be OK with the fact that they were following closeted artists #and therefore those artists would pretend to date women #But instead #so many fans make up suffering to explain 1D members are doing things they don't like #and in the process show contempt for what we know they've been through

8 notes · View notes

serendipitous-magic · 4 years

Text

Why Don’t We Read: An Impromptu Essay By Me Because I’m Mad

You know how everyone is always saying “oh, I was such a big reader when I was a kid but I just don’t read books anymore, I don’t know what happened”? And how old people are always griping about “This is called a BOOK, it has no commercials and no loading screens, hardy har har har snorf har”?

What if it’s because we just don’t have time anymore?

Think about it. More and more and more of our time on earth is eaten up at our jobs just trying to survive in an economy where “minimum wage” covers maybe 1/3 of bare minimum expenses. And not only that, but we’re expected to juggle more and more and more things every single day. Long, uninterrupted hours simply... do not exist anymore.

Every day you have to not only commute to work, and then work, and then commute back, plus all the little chores and mundanities that make up every day life, cooking food and then eating food and folding laundry and cleaning and putting gas in the car and don’t forget that dentist appointment and better call Mom and if you have a lawn you have to water it and weed it and you have to figure out if you have enough to pay rent this month and you still have to call FedEx about that missing package and now you have to cook again and now there’s more laundry and so many emails to respond to and it’s been months since you washed your sheets hasn’t it and

BUT THEN

You are expected to do and be and keep up with so many things.

You’re supposed to work out, or jog, or do yoga, and you’re supposed to meditate or do a breathing exercise daily because it’s good for you, and while you’re at it, make sure that your living space looks like a magazine or an Instagram post, you need X minutes of sunshine a day to be healthy and Y minutes of exercise and Z number of steps, and you need to be an environmentalist and make sure you’re doing your part to save the planet, and you need to be constantly self improving, you need to be learning a language on Duolingo and doing projects like crocheting or writing or antiquing, you have to be completely unproblematic and constantly monitor everything you do and say and post because one tiny little thing can have the internet jumping down your throat, you’re supposed to be a nutritionist and a fitness nut and an expert on everything you talk about because society has become so black and white that saying “I don’t know” or “I didn’t know that before” is looked on as unacceptable, you’re supposed to know what’s in your coffee and where it came from, you’re supposed to be a son a daughter a sibling a parent a student a mentor but also you’re supposed to be an interior designer, a small business owner (if you do any kind of Etsy or commission thing), a revolutionary (you’d better care about every overwhelming, exhausting injustice in the world and you’d better take action against it - see below), a curator (if only of your own blog), a rhetor (you’d better damn well know how to argue or you’re screwed in this society), a teacher (because school districts don’t teach anyone shit), a negotiation expert because it is car salesmen and insurance agencies’ job to fuck you over as hard as they possibly can.

Oh and don’t forget, you’re supposed to simplify your life and live in the moment. That one’s very important.

All of this is most likely while you’re already working anywhere from 20-40+ hours per week.

Keep up with your friends on Facebook, spend time to see what they’ve been up to, spend time posting your own pictures, catch up with your Instagram and Twitter and Tumblr feed, and for fuck’s sake you’d better make sure you’re reblogging all the right things about current social events, and you’d better also be caught up on the news, which all happens and changes so fast now that communication is instantaneous, keep up with all the politics, know every new outrage and be outraged about it, keep up with the politicians, the scientists begging us to listen, the latest news about the celebrity outed as a bigot, the latest shooting, the latest bombing, the latest protest, you’d better keep up with all of that and know what’s happening in the world, every minute of every day, and oh don’t worry about having to seek the news out, it comes to you. Every little ping on your phone is a new piece of news.

And you’d better care about it all. You’d better have enough energy in your body and mind to care about all the politics and all the injustice, and be rightly outraged every single day by the state of the world and every new horror, but you’d better also care about the dying planet and the burning rainforests, the oil spill, the glacial melt, you’d better be outraged about that too and you’d better be able to act on that outrage because those are all so important, and they are, but then you also have to care about insurance companies ruining people’s lives by making it impossible to afford healthcare, and you have to care about how agricultural companies have made cruel and byzantine webs of laws to drive farms out of business and make food, a basic necessity of life, a business, and one that’s designed not to feed and nurture people but to make money. And then while we’re on the topic of money you’d better care that the top 10 richest companies in the world create 70% of the world’s pollution, and you’d better care about how billionaires could fix most of the world’s biggest problems and they simply choose not to, and how Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos and everyone like them have an amount of money and resources that no single person could ever come close to earning, and how if that wealth was fairly redistributed and recirculated into the economy then maybe minimum wage would actually earn you a living and that’s not even to mention the other systems of brutality and cruelty and injustice in society, the racism, the homophobia, the ableism, the ageism, the sexism, the -ism -ism -ism on for infinity

So you’d better buy and use reusable straws and reusable coffee cups, you’d better cut down on your CO2 emissions, you’d better take shorter showers, you’d better recycle your plastics and spend time at the store thinking about how you can buy things with less plastic wrapping, while you’re also thinking about those big agriculture companies, oh and by the way your eggs? The chickens they came from live in cages, barely being allowed to move for their entire lives, and you’d better be outraged about that too. Where do you think that milk came from? What does that cow look like? How about those peas, were they picked by someone being paid $1 an hour? Every single item on the shelf has some deep horror woven into its backstory.

You’d better sign every petition you can and you’d better reblog the right things about taking action against injustice and you’d better be vocal about it, you’d better buy your soap and your clothes from small businesses instead of supporting the big evil ones that are much easier to access and much, much cheaper (because somebody suffered, somewhere along the line, to make it that cheap), you’d better remember to save your pasta water to water your plants with instead of wasting it, you’d better make your gifts by hand (if you have the time, which you don’t), and

And then there’s the beauty industry.

You cannot go a single day without seeing something about “lose weight fast!” or “The Skinny Girl Cookbook!” or “This Weird Thing Burns Belly Fat!”, and everyone you see on screen is twig-thin or muscled, and don’t forget that you’re supposed to take the time to love yourself and practice body positivity too, oh wait no it’s too late, now body neutrality is the right thing to say and think. Every part of your face and body has some malady and you can buy a cure! Spend this much to get rid of acne, spend this much to wax your legs, buy this for wrinkles and that for stretch marks, this cream smooths out your skin to look like an eggshell instead of human flesh, that cream “fixes” those bumps on your arms that apparently aren’t allowed to exist, a basic face of makeup is at least 5 products if not 10, there are countless tutorials on how to make yourself better, because you aren’t okay as you are and you never will be as long as somebody can sell you something to “fix” yourself.

Oh, and that’s more time spent, too. Take the time to shave, to moisturize, to do your 3-step skincare routine, to slather all different kinds of goops and goos on various parts of you, take the time to pluck your eyebrows and exfoliate your feet and

Everything wants your attention, every second of every day. Because attention is money. Netflix Hulu Youtube watch this ad look at this ad Twitter Disney+ Twitter again Facebook more ads look at this ad sign up for this subscription package watch this new season of this show, watch this new movie, watch this watch this watch this watch look at this this watch this watch this look at this look at this look at this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this look over here look at this look at this look over here watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this watch this look at this

And then at the end of the day you still have to reserve time for the people in your life that are important to you, and leave time for those long conversations with your sister or time to bond with your kid or time to go on dates with your S.O.

And then you’re supposed to take time for yourself. Self care. Like social media is always saying to do. Take a bath, drink some tea, relax. If you have time.

And all of that. ALL of that. Most likely happens in the small slivers of time before and after your work day, or on the weekend in the small sliver of time before or after you fold that laundry and cook dinner and attend to your personal matters and maybe hang out with a friend if you’re lucky.

And I just described a fairly privileged, not-on-the-brink-of-poverty, not-in-and-out-of-the-hospital, not-constantly-targeted-by-violence-or-oppression life. I just described a cushy life.

Is it any fucking wonder that we all feel shattered? Like our time, even on free days with absolutely nothing scheduled, is made up of tiny pieces? Is it any wonder that it seems like nobody can sit down with a book anymore?

I’m so fucking tired.

#impromptu essay because I'm goddamn mad #long rant #sorry this blocks off your whole dash #but I don't think this one should have a read more line tbh #modern society #books #compassion fatigue #lifestyle #we need to change society but i'm afraid the inertia is too much #and the people in power who WANT it this way #are too powerful to beat #i should not be this fucking exhausted at 22

130 notes · View notes