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rose-n-gunses · 11 months

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Okay, so. I've got a LOT of thoughts about the Catholic Munsons post that's going around and I really wanna talk about it because I think it's SO interesting so I'm going to post about it here so I'm not clogging up the tags on that post (and I'm probably going to end up turning it into a little bit of a hellcheer thing because it plays a bit of a role in one of my upcoming wips).

Fair warning, this post is really fucking long and really fucking rambly. I had Thoughts and they. Refused to stop, so just,, bear with me!!

My Catholic father grew up around this same time near Cleveland, Ohio in a little town that's maybe half the size of what Hawkins is projected to be according to the fandom wiki page. He attended a parochial school for elementary and I think middle school, and the majority of his friends growing up were either Jewish or Catholic. When I asked him today about the distribution/ratio of Jewish to Catholic to Presbyterian in that area (since my research wasn't quite answering my questions), he told me that he was probably in middle school before he actually realized that there were other religions besides Jewish, Catholic, and whatever denominations the African American churches in the area were.

Because of this and the general notion that Catholicism is/has been somewhat more prominent in the northern/northeastern and, like, some of the more northern midwestern United States (if that makes sense), I've always imagined that Hawkins, being a decently sized (10-15K according to the wiki page) town pretty close to Indianapolis (around 80 miles, again according to the wiki page), would have a pretty solid Catholic community, so it's always kind of surprised me to see so many people write the Cunningham family, for example, as attending a Presbyterian church (although it is entirely possible, but more on that later).

Okay so now my actual thoughts on the Catholic!Munsons:

Since the pictures from the Munson trailer (and I love that it's been a year and we're still finding new stuff in there) show that calendar, we know that if Wayne did purchase it intentionally, then he's most likely gotta be actively Christian. However, I don’t see Wayne as the attending-mass-every-week type of Catholic -- he strikes me as Too Tired For That Shit. My personal headcanon is that he’s Christian, and was probably raised Catholic, but he only really attends mass for Christmas and Easter (not even for other Holy Days of Obligation). I guess to put it in shorter words, I see it as Wayne is definitely Christian, but he’s Catholic for convenience, meaning he believes in god but would prefer to do it privately and on his own terms (like, idk, praying on his own and displaying his faith through his actions) rather than having to deal with the church and its members, and he just continues to go to mass occasionally because it’s what he grew up with so he’s used to it and there’s no point in fixing something if it ain’t broke.

But Eddie. Oh, Eddie. If Wayne grew up Catholic, then so did Eddie’s dad. Since Eddie's dad is, like, y’know, an asshole, I think he’d be the sort of Catholic that’s a total hypocrite and gives the entire Catholic Church a bad name. Eddie’s mom could be Catholic, she could be Presbyterian, she could be Jewish, it really doesn’t matter (though I do see a lot of people headcanoning her as Jewish and I do kinda really like that headcanon).

If Eddie’s dad is Catholic, then it’s possible that Eddie could have attended a parochial school, but it could go either way. One: maybe he didn’t because his mom is Jewish/non-Catholic or just because his parents didn’t feel the need to send him to one, or two: he did attend a parochial school, at least for a little bit. However, since we know that Eddie and Chrissy attended the same school for middle school, there are also two ways that this can go. One is that Chrissy also attended the same parochial school and the talent show they talk about in the forest scene in 4.01 occurred at said parochial middle school. The other is that Eddie did attend a parochial school for a while but got kicked out and sent to Hawkins Middle School, where he then participates in the talent show. (I also think the concept of Eddie getting kicked out of a Catholic school and sent to a public school -- whatever the reason may be -- would add to his reputation and image as A Freak or Mean And Scary because did you hear that the weird new kid got kicked out of his other school? will always spawn rumors.)

In regards to Eddie’s personal beliefs, I think he’s kind of similar to Wayne, but also not. Whereas I see Wayne as “Catholic for convenience”, I see Eddie as more of just “Christian for convenience”, which to me just means that he’s not really sure what he believes, but when it comes down to it, he’ll say sure, I guess I believe that there is A God because it’s a little easier and a little less terrifying to believe in Something than it is to believe in Nothing. I don’t personally see Eddie as an atheist, because to me, he seems like he would be the kind of person that wants to believe in something, but he doesn’t like to spend too long thinking about what exactly it is that he believes in (in regard to there being a higher power) because it’ll send him spiraling into some sort of existential crisis. Which, same.

I do think that Eddie would become disenchanted with and disconnected from the Catholic church as an entity/community, because I definitely think he disagrees with a LOT of the stuff that the church preaches/believes. Also, since Eddie’s a big fat nerd and I headcanon him as a major literature buff, I think he’s definitely read the Bible (and probably the Catholic Catechism as well) so that he can 1) call out aforementioned hypocritical Catholics/Christians and 2) get inspiration for writing campaigns and/or songs.

Somewhat unrelated, but in the one (upcoming) fic I have right now that bothers to explore the religious sides of the characters, I have Eddie attending mass with Wayne for Christmas, but it's an anomaly for him and he grumbles about it the whole time. (It's for plot purposes and he doesn't like it.)

And then of course, Eddie's probably really interested in the stories of some of the saints and martyrs because some of them are pretty fuckin' metal. I also think he's super interested in religious iconography and metaphors for some reason, and loves finding those references and metaphors in songs and books.

Side note: I don't necessarily think that being Catholic is something that would have Othered Eddie (and Wayne) in Hawkins, especially if there is a strong Catholic population, but I do think that because of Eddie's non-conformist attitude and apparent general disdain for authority, he would have been Othered by the church (or rather its parishioners) and probably therefore deemed Freak, Satanist, etc.

I also think there’s something to be said about Eddie being put in an almost Christ-like shepherd position with his freshman sheepies. Also, the sentiment expressed in Mark 2:17 feels vaguely Eddie-like. (For those not familiar, this occurs when Jesus is asked by the pharisees and officials why he associates and eats with tax collectors and sinners, to which he replies “it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.”) However, I think that Eddie’s thing is less redeeming the sinners and more giving the excluded and ostracized a place to be included and treated well. But I digress.

Now, Chrissy. Dearest, loveliest Chrissy. While it is totally plausible that the Cunninghams are Presbyterian or Evangelical Christian or something else, miss girl has mega Repressed Catholic Girl Energy, so I��ve been headcanoning her family as Catholic. I definitely think Laura would use Catholicism (or Christianity in general) as a large tool in her attempts to control Chrissy and dictate her life. So like, because Catholicism is more strict/regimented/structured compared to other denominations like Baptist or Presbyterian, I think Laura would try to use it to make Chrissy’s life more strict/regimented/structured. (And also there’s the Guilt™️. Chrissy seems like the type of gal to be crippled by Catholic guilt.)

I’ve got this image in my head that I hope to be able to express in that upcoming wip I mentioned where Chrissy, once her mother (and Jason) starts trying to control her and obsess over her body, somehow equates the general “be Christ-like” thing with “Take this and eat of it; for this is my body, which has been given up for you” (which, again, for those unfamiliar with the proceedings of a Catholic mass, this is something that the priest says in regards to the Eucharist/communion wafers; it’s a reference to the last supper when Jesus broke bread and shared it with his disciples.) so she ends up letting her mother control her because that’s what she thinks is the right thing to do in order to “be Christ-like” and gain approval.

And then I know a lot of people headcanon Jason as the pastor’s son. In a story where they aren’t written as explicitly Catholic, I do like this headcanon because I think it would explain a lot about his character. However, in a setting where they are written as Catholic, I think Jason would be of the hypocritical sort. (He’ll preach the Bible at anyone he disagrees with, but then will turn around and completely disregard anything said about premarital sex, love thy neighbor, love thy enemy, etc. Essentially the sort of Christian that twists what’s said in the Bible to suit their needs and ignores the parts that they disagree with -- which is exactly the kind of person I think Eddie would read the entire Bible to be able to argue with.)

#idek if this makes sense but #wow haha. whoops #me: *sees the catholic munsons post* same hat!!#also me: *thinks about it for more than thirty seconds* *writes over 1500 words about it*#it's been marinating in my head for two days but i havent had time to sit and write it out #it took up two and a half pages of a google doc #ANYWAYS #✌️🤪#am i thinking too much into it? probably #it was fun to think about though #it really helped me further develop their characterization for this wip i keep mentioning #also if you read all the way through ily <3 #okay wow sorry that was a lot of words and im tired as shit now #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #wayne munson #wayne munson headcanon #wayne munson headcanons #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham headcanon #chrissy cunningham headcanons #hellcheer #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #stranger things headcanons #just r's thoughts

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expelliarmus · 7 months

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I don't believe in destiny, but if destiny exists, then it is heading for Donna Noble.

#mine #doctor who #dwedit #david tennant #catherine tate #dw spoilers #i..... am not sure where i wanted to go with this gifset #it started off with the doctor and donna and destiny and aliens #and then i decided to throw in donna missing all the alien things #and now it doesn't really make sense???#or does it? idek #there's just a lot going on here bc i'm too excited #but it IS about donna so i'm gonna post it anyways :')#wooo 5 gifsets this weekend!!#haven't done that in a while :D

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probablyhuntersmom · 2 years

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"Oh no.

Blondie? Kiddo..??"

(Me practicing Hunter's new hairdo + making use of movie/TV scenes that keep repeating in my head, y'all get to suffer with me) Belos tries to punish my two faves one last time: the one who defied him the most with wild magic, and the nephew who turned against him.

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breachofpromise · 2 months

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mobius says loki’s name warmly, full of mirth, savouring it by drawing out the vowel like it’s something sweet. loki says mobius’ name like he’s gasping for air, and the word is his lifeline - his only way of getting oxygen.

#idek if this makes sense #i understand that’s how tom and owen speak #but it works SO WELL #loki #mobius #lokius

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siriusly-the-best-bi · 9 months

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wow so I have like 3 analysis in progress that touch on this topic but I really need to just talk about it rn with its own spotlight.

Aziraphale has this entire life that he's built for himself on earth, after armageddon he's thriving. When we catch up with him in Season 2 his first scene is literally him going to check in with one of his tenants, and throughout the season we see that he has a decent relationship with nearly Everyone on the block. He has an entire life for himself all hashed out and pretty.

Crowley... does not. His cold open in Season 2 is back in St. James park, checking in with Shax, finding out the gossip on Hell. He doesn't have his apartment, he only has his Bentley and the few plants he could fit in it. He doesn't have any other human friendships. His entire life and everything he loves to do is built entirely around Aziraphale.

This is something that I just find so fucking thrilling because when it comes to their characters and where exactly they are in their arcs right now, it's essentially like looking into a mirror.

Aziraphale knows exactly who he is when he's on his own. He nurtures his own relationships with humans he sees often, he's a nice landlord, he loves books and classical music, and hot cocoa. But, Aziraphale still holds onto the ideals of heaven. He still cares about doing good and being forgiving. He still cowers and jumps at the opportunity to help heaven, not because he wants to but because he's supposed to because he's still an angel.

Crowley has nothing. He has his car, which he drives to a secluded location to park every night, only to drive it right back in the morning. He's only even vaguely recognizable because people associate him with Aziraphale and this is fine for him, he could care less. He doesn't really need to know who he is or process his traumas, why would he when he can put all his attention and focus and love and care directly into Aziraphale? His friend, who has always been his friend, the one person who has always stood by him. Who cares about heaven and hell, he has Aziraphale.

When we finally see them on their own and without the influences of their head offices, we see the opposite of what we'd expect, and nearly the opposite of the outcome we see in episode 6. Crowley is the one constantly checking in with Hell (wether he likes it or not), and Aziraphale is the one who's living care free without even thinking about heaven. When he does something good that he wants to report, he just calls Crowley.

this whole dance of Crowley not knowing who he is without Aziraphale and Aziraphale knowing who he is fundamentally but not knowing how to break free from the confines of Heaven that stop him from truly embracing Crowley in the end, it's just so delicious.

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pyjamacryptid · 11 months

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Wait wait wait wait I’m on the precipice of something here: The spider that bit Miles was an anomaly, sure, but it still happened, which made it part of his canon …right? Miles being an anomaly is canon. His canon in its entirety is an anomaly. It’s an oxymoron, a paradox, a full circle. ‘There’s always a first time for everything.’

I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this but… (flaps hands) YKNOW???

#idek if I’m making sense but !!!!!!#I saw atsv yesterday #and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since #across the spider verse spoilers #atsv spoilers #across the spider-verse spoilers #across the spider-verse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miles morales #spider-man

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elsaqueenofstress · 2 years

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DELICIOUS OR IMPRESSIVE? DELICIOUS IS IMPRESSIVE.

the bear / james baldwin / barry jenkins / sam sifton / joan tierney / ella risbridger / joyce carol oates / cesar chavez / ruby tandoh / aimee nezhukumatathil / jenny slate / sue zhao / ron padgett / christopher citro / crystal wilkinson / joy harjo

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #jeremy allen white #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #on eating #on food #kitchens #sharing food #cooking together #web weaving #parallels #word collage #intertextuality #notes #idek if this makes sense but i just love these food quotes and also the show so.

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oswinsdolma · 1 year

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the bbc merlin writers actually went so hard when they decided "actually no, magic isn't some grotesque perversion of the natural order, it is nature itself" because like. it would have been so easy to write merlin's internal conflict as one between the inherent evil of magic and the good of humanity, to put arthur in the right for his persecution and to turn merlin into some kind of doomed hero within himself, but no. because in the end, magic had very little to do with anything, it was just something that was there. morgana didn't turn evil because she was magic, she did because she was scared and angry and manipulated. merlin doesn't wait for arthur because of the promise of a golden age, at least not really; he does it because he loves arthur and wants him back. in the disiir episode, if it had only ever been about restoring magic to camelot, merlin should have sacrificed arthur in a heartbeat for the promise of magic's legalisation. hell, even mordred didn't kill arthur because of his views on magic, he did so because arthur took away the person he loved. like yeah it's a fantasy show and magic is a massive part of that world, but in the end it was a story about people, and all the hopes and dreams within it are deeply and tragically human, and that's what makes it a good story, what keeps us going apeshit over it even ten years after it ended. in a way, there are two shows in the same way there are two merlins: one about magic, "emrys" and the other about friendship, and like merlin, the audience has to choose which one we should care about most. and every time, we make the same choice as he did: we, however foolishly, choose humanity. we sob at the tragic trajectory and scream as we see destiny gathering traction, but isn't that the point of tragedy?? if we followed logic over emotion, tragedy would never take place, but equally, if we followed logic over emotion, the idea of tragedy itself would become lost to obselescebce. the whole point of the show is to tell us that "no, we can't define things as one or the other, because anything with meaning exists as something more complex, because to give something meaning is to perceive it with a human gaze". magic may be a force of nature, but good and evil are ideas perpetuated by our innate, incurable humanity, and it is here we have a choice. we can't choose our destinies but we can choose from which direction to embrace it, and that's a surprisingly radical, beautiful thing.

#i really am mass posting shit these days huh #terrible midnight analysis #← time to resurrect this iconic tag #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin meta #idek how much of this makes sense but whatever

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eternallyhyucks · 12 days

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your type | choi beomgyu (fluff, wc: 481)

— note: hi :D got super bored and have been real obsessed w beomgyu lately so here is this,, not proofread at all btw LOL

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“okay don’t look now but the guy across the room looks like exactly like your type”

slightly looking up, you see the prettiest boy you’d ever laid your eyes on. you turn your head to look at your friend, taehyun, and both of your eyes widen as you smile.

taehyun picks up his phone and starts typing up a message for you.

“you have to go talk to him, y/n”

you see your phone light up and pick it up while looking at him confused.

“oh my god i can’t do that” you type back

“why not”

“because i can’t😭 i never can it’s too embarassing”

“WHO CARES”

“ME”

taehyun puts his phone down and looks up, sighing.

“y/n please” he said shaking his head, “when will you get this chance again, he’s very much your type”

you think for a little bit before saying, “hmm fine let’s go.” you stand up and taehyun looks at you with a blank stare.

“come on before i change my mind”

the two of you stood up and slowly made your way towards the pretty boy and his (also pretty) friend. as you got closer, the boy turned his head to look over at you.

“fuck he’s looking at us” you whisper to taehyun

“yeah he’s looking at me because we’re friends” he said with a smirk.

you stopped walking. “what-”

“TAEHYUN” you were cut off by the two boys calling your friend’s name.

confused, you quickly walked to catch up to them. after quickly glaring at taehyun, you smile at the two other boys.

“hi i’m y/n, nice to meet you”

the second pretty boy spoke up first. “i’m yeonjun, this is beomgyu”

pursing his lips, the first pretty boy, who is now called beomgyu, says, “i can speak for myself, thank you very much, but yes i am pretty hi beomgyu- no i am beomgyu hi y/n”

taehyun rolls his eyes, “nice job beomgyu i think that was one”

“i tried” beomgyu laughs.

you smile brightly at him and say, “it was pretty corny but i probably wouldn’t have said anything better”

“oh did you come over to flirt with me?” he teases.

“well no-”

“she did” taehyun chimes in.

“i did NOT, he’s the one that told me i should come over in the first place” you shoot him yet another glare.

ignoring it again, he continues, “yeah and why did i say it? you think i should tell him?”

“tell me what” beomgyu said smiling.

“tell you nothing! hey you wanna get some pretzels, i saw they made fresh ones when we were walking in” you say changing the subject and starting to walk away.

beomgyu follows you, “tell me what, hey wait slow down TELL ME WHAT!!!”

taehyun and yeonjun, now sitting down next to each other, watch as the two of you walked out laughing.

“we’re good”

“too good”

©eternallyhyucks

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#hi #i hope this makes sense ngl idek what i wrote #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fluff #fluff #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt fluff #eternallyhyucks

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mysterycitrus · 2 months

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so the body is a haunted house, right? ur haunted by past pain, ur experiences and regrets, the people you’ve known and lost. ur a living structure inhabited by countless others, and that kind of grief never stops. on a biological scale, we know that trauma rewrites dna and brain matter. we see how monumental loss affects the human mind through generations, how it shapes the way we think. u can track that down family lines to the present. even unseen, u r carrying the ghosts of everyone who came before.

the central thesis of persephone is how grief can be the proponent of so much change, both good and bad. part of that is bruce’s visible, living state of mourning in the manor, in the mantle of batman, in the pearls and the portrait. he is literally haunted by the alley, by the gunshot, by the darkness. but robin is haunted by mary grayson, by dick as a child and as a teenager and an adult, by jason in the dirt, by tim and steph and damian, and on and on it goes. how do u conceptualise that kind of loss?

both jason and dick’s grief is faceless. dick’s parents are remembered in colour and name, through dick’s embodiment of joy. they are transient. they are worn by children who do not know their names. they are honoured in that way, something that jason, despite not knowing robin’s origin, is conscious of —

in persephone, i knew jason would have an altar of some kind. his grief is action, but it’s also his heavy anchor to gotham. he could leave, but he doesn’t. he despises bruce for the same reason they’re similar. originally, it was a memorial to the people at his funeral, but that changed to commemorating the life he had before his death, and the people he left behind. he lies to himself and says the elephant represents robin as a whole, but it doesn’t. it obviously doesn’t.

it is a literal symbol of jason’s inability to fully abandon his life before. the body is being haunted, after all. we get to see his perspective in wolf-king, his anger at his disconnection, his isolation from others, his paranoid, neurotic interactions with dick. he has changed so completely that he cannot trust anyones intentions. he’s hurt people, and he doesn’t regret it. he thinks people see him as something he was, versus something he is. it’s dehumanising and hard. like he is memorialising something lost at the altar, so to is everyone else when they look at him. his presence in their lives is a haunting.

when a seventeen year old dick grayson sees the elephant there, he assumes he’s died and that jason is honouring him. how can jason explain that it’s to represent a past that jason himself can’t return to? after all, the only way out is through.

and then, at the end, he is given a gift — dick leaves behind a bird on the altar. not a robin, but something meant for jason the person, not the body in the box. he is remembered for what he was. and that connection to what he was is horrifying. the idea that someone recognises that grief and honours him hurts. after all, a heart is a heavy burden.

#idek how to tag this #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #nightwing #red hood #dc comics #fic meta #ig?#persephone tag #don’t take this too seriously but if u have qs cause this makes no sense plz feel free

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heaveniowa · 8 months

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west coast smoker // the last of the real ones

#everyone look away #what is this idek #fobedit #fob lyrics #fall out boy #sye did something #I hope people have already pointed this out because the more I look at it the less it makes sense SGFHFJFJFJF #also...is that the correct wcs lyrics? bcs I found another version idk. if it's not lmk dont make me look stupid in the fall out boy tag

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mrsoharaa · 1 day

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He tells himself that he was in no way infatuated with you what so ever. Not a bit. Has to constantly convince himself within his messy mindset that he was or is, no way obligated to willingly shun his looming presence with yours. None.

But how is it that he now finds himself nestled ever so comfortably in the softness of your cushioned couch. One arm toppled behind his head as the other pets gently, lazily along the prickling fur of your adorable pup resting on him. Eyes closed softly, as his mind now warps solely on you, from your beautiful beaming smile to the supple adorable giggles that swarm his cold heart. It astonishes him of how more frequent you come to his blundering mind, easing him from the overbearing stress that weighs down on him from the insisting impairment of protecting the multiverse.

And you, lurking just at the start of your hallway, lean against the solid wall beside you, cross your arms and smile giddily at the adorable sight bestowing before you. You'd carefully walk over to the two napping babies, bringing a cozy, thick throw over the snoozing companions embracing each others company.

You'd simply, delicately brush some of his gorgeous, thick loose strands of mahogany from his peaceful, stunning face. Thoroughly admiring every intricate, atoning detail that strung along the perfect structure of his restful face.

Absentmindedly, without any realization and lost into the sheer beauty his relaxed face had to offer — you could feel the supple tender of his warm, plush lips graze just ever so softly against the pad of you index finger. A low, inaudible gasp shimmies down the juncture of your throat, blinking rapidly, your eyes gaze down to the placement of your wandering fingertips. A feeble, radiating heat slowly absorbing into your plush cheeks. A low, rumbled chuckle bounces against the flush of your inquisitive digit, igniting a fervent pace of your puttering heart.

Your lashes flutter rapidly, dilated irises now met with a beautiful set of glossed carmine. A playful glint of soft coy and amusement clearly shining through those gorgeous, ruby globes. A gentle touch of his large hand wraps ever so carefully around your slim wrist, pushing his lips more intimately against the warm flesh of your tensed finger. His eyes never wavering from your stunned, embarrassed expression.

How cute.

His own long, thick fingers playing along the silky skin of your trembling wrist. Emits another amused chuckle, pressing another light kiss to your finger.

"You know it's rude to interrupt a mans sleep, cariño"

#idek what this is but I couldn't stop thinking about it #slowly trying to ease back into the swing of things!#also I'm sorry for this not making much sense kinda...wrote this half asleep lmaooo #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv

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pervertedreams · 3 months

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something about you using a toy on farleigh and he doesn’t know wether or not he should cave or remain smug

asks are always open! minors dni

fem!reader, afab reader, m receiving, sex toy (its long, sloppy and not proofread srry i’m h word)

the moon casts a somewhat eerie scene amongst the catton residents, you’ve always felt that way and whenever you’ve jokingly mentioned it you were brushed off which made you even more suspicious. so walking through the echoey halls there was always a chill that came across your body, to be fair they did always keep the windows open, curtains dancing and flapping around from the windy weather that blew in.

your satin robe flails behind you much like the curtains, as you make you way through the familiar path too farleigh’s room. you always crept your way to him once everyone’s in the house settled down, it’s not like they don’t know the two of you are fucking, but you don’t necessarily have to be obvious about it.

as soon as you make eye contact with his wooden door its swinging open, farleigh already wrapped in his satin robe just like you. you can’t fight the grin that creeps across your face, watching as he leans his tall figure against his doorframe, arms crossed with his cigarette perched between his fingers. he’s mimicking the same grin. “someone’s eager.” your tone already smug to match his.

he can’t help but bite his lip, grin widening showing his wrack of teeth. his head cocks to the side, eyeing you down the closer you get. robe slipping past your shoulders, giving him a wonderful view of your cleavage. “says the one nearly sprinting to get into my bedroom.” he takes a long drag of his cigarette, holding it before blowing it in your face once you’re placed directly in front of him. you ignore his response, waving your hand around at a desperate attempt to discard the stinging smoke, shoving past him, into his room.

“this house never fails to creep me out at night.” you breathed, flopping your half naked body at the end of his bed. you watch as he closes his door shut and suffocates his cigarette against the ashtray, before making his way over to you.

he shrugs, “it’s kind of sexy don’t you think?” his frame is tall as he stands over you, this position looking all too familiar. you can feel your neck strain when you look up at him and he gets an even better shot of the narrow path that travels between your breasts, slender fingers thumbing at the fabric of your robe. he opens the robe further this time realizing you don’t have on a top at all, he can’t help but give an amused chuckle, “don’t even try being discreet anymore huh?” this brown eyes blink down at you slowly, already indicating he’s aroused.

you shrug like he did earlier, “you guys run around here naked all the time.” he hums not having his usual smart rebuttal to spit back and you take notice, “no response? i’m utterly shocked!” your voice pitches as you dramatically press at your chest. he rolls his eyes silently flipping you off. this time it’s his turn to flop on his bed and the loud sound of a thud catches both of your attention, eyes averting to the cause of the sound simultaneously.

your hand clasps around your mouth, “farleigh.” your voice is whispered and his is gone, he could’ve sworn he put it away. he must’ve been so tired after using it he threw it under his pillow and forgot about it.

you reach down to go grab it, inspecting it with wide eyes. you’ve heard of these before but never yet seen one, “farleigh your degenerate, how’d you’d get your sneaky little hands on a fucking fleshlight?”

he swallows as a response, not necessarily embarrassed just more so shocked that he was exposed the way he is. “people have their needs.”

“clearly.”

he stares as you continue to inspect his toy, and nearly shoves you when you make a comment on the complexion of the pussy being up his alley and, “you definitely have a type.”

your study of the toy comes to a pause when you see farleigh at the corner of your eye strip his robe off, letting it fall to his feet. leaving himself in nothing but a tight pair of underwear, “since you seem so interested.” he’s huffing out little grunts as he shifts himself properly against his bed and headboard. your eyebrows quirks up in amusement. “didn’t you cum inside this thing?”

he shakes his head, “even if i did you seem really uncomfortable holding it.” his satisfied smirk is wiped away when you waste no time on gripping at the waistband of his underwear. you can hear him swear under your breath, and you bite back the urge to make a snarky remark about it. you came here for a reason and y’all have been sitting here long enough.

feeling your manicured nails dig into the flesh of his lower abdomen makes his dick twitch, and just that quickly you can already hear the shift in his breathing pattern, making you smile. and he calls you out on it, “what’s so funny?” he recognizes the immediate hoarseness of his voice already a sexually frustrated mess, it didn’t take much for farleigh surprisingly enough.

your grin stretched wider when you top pulling his underwear down midway through, his length straining hard against his waistband. you’ve repositioned yourself on your knees at this point, getting rid of your robe farleigh did moments ago. now both of you left in your underwear, but soon not for long cause you’re already returning to your previous position. slowly peeling his underwear off to reveal his already hard and slick shaft. “awe how long have you been like this baby?” you poke your lip out in a faux worry, tilting your head like he did earlier.

his lips form a straight line, long legs flail as his way to help you kick them off.

he’s looking down at you through his dark lashes, lids already heavy. you lean back on your ankles again, knees digging into the mattress, “i wanna see you touch it.” your voice is music to his ears right now, soft and feminine yet still demanding. your eyeing his every move like a predator to its prey, ringed fingers curve deliciously around his girth.

eye contact hasn’t broke since you came down the hallway, his brown eyes burning holes into yours.

the squelching sound of him pulling at his dick makes you clench, lip tucked beneath his teeth as he continues to stare at you. both of you sharing the same desperate expression both both trying really hard to disguise it. even when your fucking it’s this subconscious competition.

the contact finally breaks when he’s rolling his eyes back, only fisting his tip and the friction of his hands feeling good. he nearly jumps when you’re wrapping your fingers around the rest of him, pumping him hat like you know he likes. it doesn’t take long before he’s putting his hands down, letting you take full control.

pulling and tugging at him, your tongue is begging to get a taste of his pre cum. wrapping your lips around only the tip, like how he just did with his fist. pink muscle swirling around his head, and he’s using all of his willpower not to buck forward and fuck your face. his breath is unstable and shaky and so are his hands when they come up to tangle themselves in your hair, desperately needing to ground himself. especially after you just took more of his shaft down your throat, throat already spasming around his curved length. his moans are fighting between whiny and grumbly. he can’t help it when his hips subtly fuck into your sloppy mouth, especially with the way you’re bobbing up and down on him. spit dribbling and sloshing around, lewd gagging noises coming from you. you can feel his body tense slightly and you take that as a sign to pop off, a thick string of spit connecting from his tip to your lip before snapping. he lets out a strangled sigh, head falling back into his pillow.

he’s looking down at you with heavy lids, lips wet from the licking and biting he was doing moments ago. he’s watched as you pull his toy back out, moving yourself even closer to him. you let the lips of the toy glide up and down his spit-slick shaft before fully stuffing his cock inside. farleigh nearly jumps, whiny groaning fueling your ego. you keep up with a normal pace, only speeding up now and then. “feels good?”

he’s pathetically tries humming out a no, but fails poorly. you mimic your same laugh from earlier before picking up the pace, only focusing on his tip again. he can feel it at his lower abdomen. a hot blooming sensation just ready to snap. he should be embarrassed that he’s already so quick to cumming, but he’s so fucked out and hazy he could care less.

his eyes flutter shut, hands now gripping between the headboard and his sheets. the sound of you fucking him with his fleshlight is the only thing in his ear outside of you cooing at him teasingly. and right when he’s on the edge, just a few more strokes and he’ll be sent to pure bliss, he’s brutally pulled back down to reality. eyes ripping open to see that you’ve stopped, only living his head in a little.

“what the fuck?” he’s breathless, just now acknowledging the beads of sweat that has his curls sticking to his forehead. “so you can do more than moan?” your voice is smug, very amused with yourself. his lips grown in frustration and you giggle before shoving his cock back in.

to him it feels like he’s been fighting for his life, you edging him again and again. but this time he caves, letting desperation course through him. much larger hands cupping around yours to keep the toy in place. rutting and fucking himself up into his toy, just like he did the night before. grunting and heaving heavily when he gets that recognizable feeling again, and it came even faster than it did before. you stare in awe, you can feel his hand moisten above yours. his neck strained back like yours was earlier, lids squeezed tight. he’s burying himself in the toy, attempting to get as deep as he can.

he uses all his strength to peel his eyes open to look at you, needs to see you when he cums. his hips instinctively continue to rock, wringing out his release until there’s nothing left. he didn’t plan on cumming inside a plastic pussy but he couldn’t help himself. a long dragged out moan of your name is all her can utter out, dick throbbing against the silicone walls of the toy.

he gives one last rut before giving out, body absolutely spent. he releases his grip he had over your hand and the toy. he almost laughs when he sees your fucked out expression, still kneeled on his bed. your hands are still hovering, not sure wether to pull his dick out of it or not, but that thought is quickly interrupted by his tired vocals.

“it’s only fair i return the favor.”

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