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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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eeeee for the ask game: bamboo and camellia pls?

(and maybe papyrus?)

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

YES after being in these heavy cargo pants and terrible flimsy t-shirt (work uniform) usually after coming home I get changed into my pajamas because nothing is comfier than jammies <3

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

Long answer: I was a Horse Girl. I loved Lisa Frank. Halloween, dogs, things like that and as an adult well into their 30s I was like that. I have a weird thing about like, not wanting to use stickers but I collect them, right, and I don't wanna use them because then they're used and never can be used again, and as a kid I was also like that to a degree, but I'd then put my Lisa Frank stickers on paper and draw scenes for them and like... tell a story outloud to myself about what they were doing. It was probably a precursor to fanfiction but with the Lisa Frank golden retrievers.

Short answer: I was a goofy kid and I'm still a goofy adult!

BONUS: papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

So I have a playlist called "I don't know, Awesome Songs?" and it's a playlist of songs I find awesome. The song that popped up was "Your Song" by Rita Ora which I have come to really enjoy grooving too. I always think of being at work and listening to it when they used to play good music and imagining fanfic scenarios for fun with it, and it's actually one I've looked at for using for a fic title from time to time but haven't found the right vibe for it yet! <3

<3 <3 <3 thank you!!

#not a fic #i love everyone at this party #like i need a bob's burger version of this

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mokeonn · 5 months

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if you dont mind sharing, what are some of your favorite ska songs/bands?

I will admit I am not a huge band person I tend to be more of a "pick whatever random songs sound good" person, so I can't recommend any good bands. I also listen to Ska Punk, which is a subgenre of Ska... and Punk. So I am not a good authority on Ska songs to listen to I am just someone who is banned from being passed the aux cord...

But some of my favorite songs include:

No Children - Ska (cover)

Quinto Patio Ska

Everything Went Numb

S F D D

And songs by Reel Big Fish tbh. I know I just said I don't listen to specific bands but Reel Big Fish has some pretty good songs like...

Sell Out

And their Take on Me cover

Here's my disclaimer, though: I am not into music subcultures I just listen to whatever sounds good (and jazzy punk with horns sounds good), so I could be giving absolutely awful music recommendations that anyone who is especially into Ska (and more specifically Ska Punk) might find egregious. I personally just grab whatever song sounds good and add them to my forever long playlist.

Also the Jabberjaw (Running Underwater) song from Pain used for the Cartoon Network Boomerang Groovies is probably the reason I enjoy Ska punk so much, and it has been in my playlist for years now:

If nothing else in this list interests you, I require everyone by law to listen to Jabberjaw Running Under Water by pain and watch the Cartoon Network Boomerang Groovie video of it. I used to watch Boomerang a million times, and this was probably the only Groovie I really enjoyed watching and didn't go to the bathroom during.

#im very embarassed about being open with my music tastes because I feel like a poser 100% of the time #but im not really claiming to be a part of any music subcultures im moreso just someone who likes what I like #and is banned from using bluetooth or the aux in the car #so im owning it #here's some songs I listen to that are ska (specifically ska punk)#and if someone who is more knowledgeable on the topic and is a part of the subculture wants to add on please do #and if you trash on me for my music tastes that is fair #half of my songs on my playlist are indie songs of debatable quality ya know?? so im not the best music authority #i like my punk songs with horns ya know??#i need some brass in there #trust me my number 1 song on spotify was Lucky Ducks from the Bobs Burgers movie #and my number 2 song was the instrumental version of Lucky Ducks from the Bobs Burgers movie #and no other bobs burgers songs #so I am NOT the person to ask for music recommendations #I once annoyed my family by adding europop to the roadtrip playlist #I have the entire Cats broadway cast recording on CD and my 3 favorite songs on my main playlist #am I talking myself down because I am not confident in myself and scared of judgement from others for my music choices? yes #but also I am speaking from experience that no one lets me touch the aux cord for a REASON

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luveline · 2 years

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Hello I hope it’s alright to request something!!! Could u do something with either Eddie or Steve (whoever u think works best) where they are best friends and reader asks him to give her a hickey cause she wants to know what it feels like??

this has haunted me since you sent it i love best friend steve <3 (and eddie too but steve for this one in particular haha)

Steve's talking about his last date. "I thought she was trying to eat me at first. Props for bravery, though, I don't think I've got a hickey on a second date before. It might've been nice if she didn't bite so hard."

"She bit you?" you ask, horrified.

Steve perks up from where he's slouched in the driver's seat. You knock your knees together, feet on the dash, reaching over to turn the radio down.

"I mean, yeah?"

"What?" you ask, lips pulled down in concern.

"What do you mean, ‘what?’"

"Why did she bite you?"

Steve goes from incredulous to more genial, the soft version of him that you don't often see.

"You've never had one?"

You shove your hands between your thighs and don't answer.

"When you give someone a hickey, you can bite down. You know, not to break the skin or anything. It feels nice," Steve explains, taking your silence instride. He's lying against the reclined seat, half his face hidden by leather. "You really never had one?"

"No," you mumble, eyes resolute on your knees.

"Hey, don't be shy about it." His fingers twitch towards you. "I'm serious, babe, it doesn't matter. You're not missing out half the time. And some people don't like them at all."

"Do you like them?" you ask.

You can't believe you've asked him but Steve never makes you feel stupid about anything.

His lips part like he's weighing his words before he says them. "Yeah, I like it. It's hard to explain. And not just getting one, giving them is…"

You brave a glance at him. He's not looking at you but your hands where they're squished between your legs.

"I don't know. It's good. It's like a weird hug," he says finally. "I think you'd enjoy them."

That draws a startled peel of laughter. "You think?"

"Yeah. You're cuddly. And you get embarrassed easily. I think they'd honest to God melt you."

He laughs. The sound is rich with sweetness.

"Oh," you murmur.

"Oh," he says agreeably. "Shit, the sun's going down. What time is it? Do you need to go home?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not that late. Nine something.”

He kicks up in his seat but doesn't incline it, digging around in the footwell for his soda.

You take your feet off the dash and try to ignore the way his mouth moves, the bob of his neck as he swallows.

"You know," he says, wiping his lips with the side of his hand, "I don't know why we didn't get something to eat. Are you hungry? Cheeseburgers, right?" He does a double take at your expression. "Regular burgers? Babe, what does that face mean? Throw me a bone. Chicken nuggets?"

"Um…" You laugh at yourself, scared to say it, almost not quite joking. His description of them… you want to know how it feels. "Will you give me one?"

"Of course I will. Did you forget your purse?" he asks.

"A hickey."

It takes him a few moments to understand. "You want me to give you a hickey?"

"Would you want to?"

Steve looks at you funny. Too serious for him, long seconds of his eyes on your face like he's searching for something.

"I'll do whatever you want me to," he says.

You've barely any time to come to terms with what that means when he's leaning back in his chair. "Come here," he says. He must gauge your surprise, because he explains, "I'm not gonna be able to lean over. You'll like it more like this, trust me."

And you do trust him, inexplicably. "Okay," you say.

Steve smiles at the clear nervousness in your voice and holds his hands out. You've hugged a lot of times and that helps ease the awkwardness as you climb over the console and onto his lap, the back of your thighs pressed to the tops of his, his hands more than respectful at your sides.

He's languid beneath you.

One hand travels to the small of your back and stays there.

"You wanna start with a hug?" he asks.

You nod. This you can do. This you're good at. You go to tuck your hands over his neck and he takes them into an almost stern grip. "You go under."

You wrap your arms around his waist and try to listen to his breathing as he pushes your head over the juncture of his neck.

His arms find you in turn, one over your shoulder and one around, palm to the back of your head.

"You're really warm," you say.

Steve's hand moves from the back of your head to your neck. His pinky finger glides over the side of your face, strokes over your hairline as he encourages your head towards your shoulder, baring your neck.

"You're not warm." The heat of his breath fans over your skin in a wave. "You're on fire," he murmurs.

"It's summer."

"Listen, if I do something you don't like or you want me to stop, you have to tell me."

"I will."

"I'm an excellent kisser, but it's like I said; some people don't like it."

"It's alright, Steve. I'll tell you.”

"Yeah, yeah. Stay still then," he says, and kisses you.

He starts with the smallest pressure, a dry press of his mouth. His lips slowly part. You gasp at the new feeling, a damp silver of warmth, a half-crescent of ticklish heat. He slides his hand between your neck and your shoulder, the tip of his index finger brushing your ear lobe.

You shudder.

"Okay?" he asks into your skin.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you whisper.

His bottom teeth scratch over your neck and you inhale fast. He shushes you so gently you feel yourself go to jelly in his hands, worse when he kisses you in a way that juxtaposes his sloven touches and demeanour; rough, open-mouthed. He sucks your skin until it burns. Then, the barest hint of teeth. You're startled enough by the new feeling to try and pull your thighs together over his lap.

He chuckles into your skin and pulls back, brushing his hand over the quick-forming contusion carefully.

You brace your hand on his shoulder to look at him, your enjoyment obvious.

“That was it?" you ask.

"No, that wasn't it," he says, suddenly loud. He drops his head back against the chair and drags a hand through his hair.

"I just thought-" you begin, swiftly cut off by a glare with no real malice from Steve.

"I'm warming you up, 'cos you've never had one," Steve says all in a rush, rolling his eyes. He starts to pull you forward again.

"'That was it?'" he repeats, teasing. "Shut up. I can feel your heartbeat, you know that?"

"What?"

"I can feel it," he says. "When I kiss you."

He kisses you again, a love bite, a scraping of teeth against your pulse point. You tighten your arms around him and whimper.

When he's decidedly finished he pulls back. "S'nice sound… wanna make it again?"

You nod vehemently. He grins, lips shining, and dives in for another.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine

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katiexpunk · 6 months

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Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice | Pairing Neighbor!Joel Miller & Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 3 of @sydneyinacoma's Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice series. Joel is your new hot neighbor and after a sexy night alone with him on Halloween (where he literally makes you squirt (!!) on his couch, you run into him after a long week at work and you two finally go on a proper date. You two eat burgers; go to a fair, and then he fucks you like it's his last day on earth. Yep <3

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~6.7K Warnings: Pining, flirting, 2000s style (needs a TW lol), Joel is a little rough/bossy, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), creampie, blowjob, pet names, praise kink, Joel spits in readers mouth, fair date, eating, did I already say flirting, bobbing for apples. Listen, these two are just down so bad for each other. There are no descriptions of reader except for clothing & wet, curly hair. Authors Note: I legitimately feel so honored to have been part of this chapter with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma -- writing this version of Joel has me creaming, and I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I want everyone to read this fic. This version of Joel is all her brainchild and I could cry at being part of it. Pls go follow Syd, she's seriously such a gem and probably the best Moot and friend a girl could ask for. ILY, bb. Sydney's Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~6.7K Warnings: Pining, flirting, 2000s style (needs a TW lol), Joel is a little rough/bossy, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), creampie, blowjob, pet names, praise kink, Joel spits in readers mouth, fair date, eating, did I already say flirting, bobbing for apples. Listen, these two are just down so bad for each other. There are no descriptions of reader except for clothing & wet, curly hair. Authors Note: I legitimately feel so honored to have been part of this chapter with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma -- writing this version of Joel has me creaming, and I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I want everyone to read this fic. This version of Joel is all her brainchild and I could cry at being part of it. Pls go follow Syd, she's seriously such a gem and probably the best Moot and friend a girl could ask for. ILY, bb. Sydney's Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

NOV 2005

You can’t stop thinking about that night at Joel’s a week ago. The way he touched you, pleasured you in a way that you've never experienced before. The way he kissed you, fervently yet soft. You could kiss him for hours and never tire.

Not only are you craving his touch, but you also find yourself wanting to learn more about him. You want to know him. The things you’ve learned about him through Sarah and what you’ve picked up on are tiny crumbs, leaving you starving for more.

You hope he feels the same.

You haven’t had a chance to talk to Joel since that night, as you’ve been drowning at work. You started working for this publishing firm in college, first, as an intern, and now that you’ve finished school, you’re an editor. You agreed to take on extra responsibilities due to your coworker being out on maternity leave, which has exponentially increased your workload, on top of your boss being a micromanaging asshole. Joel’s been burning the candle at both ends. He’s working against a tight deadline on a big project for a persnickety client and Sarah’s soccer team is in the playoffs for the district championship; he’s incredibly proud but attending her neverending roster of games has left him a bit preoccupied. He never thought he would end up being a soccer dad, but life has a funny way of keeping him on his toes.

Much like you, he’s replayed you squirting on his leather couch in his mind over and over, a never-ending lascivious reel that plays in his head as he fucks his cock at night. Joel longs to hear those saccharine sounds you make while you ride his cock, your tits bouncing in tandem with your movements. He’s kicking himself for not getting his hands, or mouth, on your pillowy breasts. The cheekiness of forgoing a bra in your bunny costume revealed a side of you that he wants to unleash.

He wants to know everything; what keeps you up at night, what makes you double over in laughter, your ticklish spots, which movies make you cry without fail, all of your little quirks. Hell, he even wants to know if you believe in aliens.

+++

You pull into your driveway after a long, grueling day at work. Your brain is so fried you didn’t even turn the music on for the drive home; a rarity for you since you always have music playing in your car, whether it be the FM radio or one of the various CDs you’ve collected over the years. A true indicator of your current state of being. You can’t wait to veg out on the couch, rid your mind of this shitty week, and huddle into an antisocial ball.

After a few moments of idly sitting in your car, you peel yourself from the driver’s seat and go to retrieve your work tote from your trunk when you hear a deep voice calling out to you, one you’d recognize anywhere. You turn in the direction of the sound and find Joel. He’s clearly working on a renovation project; a miter saw, lumber and a plethora of other tools are set up in his front yard. There’s another man with him, bearing a slight resemblance to Joel. Brothers, maybe?

“Hey, neighbor!” Joel immediately regrets his word choice, finding it oddly stiff — considering he’s had his face between your thighs.

“Hey Joel!” You manage to shout back, despite your energy battery being crucially depleted.

He waves for you to come over. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you’re unable to resist him. Not when he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, hair tousled, and coaxing you across the street.

Though you feel drained, being in close proximity to Joel makes your body thrum in nerves. You’re being energized by anxious attraction.

Joel and the mystery man greet you at the edge of the yard.

“This is my brother Tommy. Tommy, this is my neighbor.”

“So, this is the pretty neighbor you were tellin’ me about,” Tommy says, his southern drawl identical to Joel’s.

Joel glares at Tommy. If looks could kill.

Tommy holds out his hand, you tell him your name and give him your hand for a brief shake; much like Joel’s does, his palm size is large in comparison to yours and envelops your full hand. You survey the man in front of you; handsome, dark curly hair like Joel, slightly longer and free of the grays his brother sports, deep brown eyes, similar to Joel’s. The Miller genes are super fucking strong.

“Nice to meet ya, sweetheart,” he says, nodding his head in acknowledgment, his eyes dragging over your figure just a second too long.

“I’m gonna start packin’ these tools up,” Tommy announces to Joel and then shoots him a wink. It’s obvious he wasn’t aiming for subtlety, clearly wanting to give you and his brother a moment alone.

Joel shifts his broad frame to face you directly. You wish you didn’t feel so bashful in his presence, but it’s hard to breathe evenly when he is standing so close you can smell him - earthy and a hint of his deodorant wearing off. It should be gross to you, but you want to put his scent in a candle. You’re fucking deranged.

“Sorry, ‘m all sweaty…” Joel apologizes, looking down at himself, remembering that he probably reeks like a locker room.

You wave off his apology, giggling at his self-awareness.

“I wanted to ask you somethin’,'' Joel says, gently wrapping his hand around your arm right above your elbow. Goosebumps erupt on your skin at the touch of his calloused fingers.

“Okay…”

“I was wonderin’...” Joel pauses, his fingers now grazing over the soft skin of your arm.

You gulp in anticipation. “Yes, Joel?”

“I was wonderin’ if you’d like to go on a date with me,'' he asks, his eyes dropping to his boots for a second before coming back up to meet yours, “a proper one.”

You’re so giddy at his proposition you think you might burst.

“Well, you know…I’ve gotta check my calendar,” you say, a big grin plastered on your face. You see his face drop, but before he can sulk too much you wink at him and say, “yeah, I’d love to,” you exhale and try to keep your voice level, not wanting to give away how excited you actually are. A date. With Joel Miller.

“You free tomorrow?” he asks, beaming, revealing the dimpled smile you’re so fond of.

“Lucky for you, I am,” you say, feeling your skin warm.

“Pick you up at 7?” he asks, dipping his face closer to yours, his hand now on your waist pulling you into him.

“Works for me,” you confirm while planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, “see you then, neighbor!” you conclude, being sure to emphasize the neighbor in your words, and before he can convince you to stay, you’re sauntering across the street back to your house.

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It’s finally here. Your big date with Joel.

The day went by torturously slow, anticipation pulsing through your entire body. You spent almost two hours getting ready, the majority of the time trying to pick an outfit. You probably changed 30 times, trying to find the outfit that conveyed the perfect balance of sexy, yet subdued.

You decide on a pair of dark wash flares and a lacy top, both accentuating your figure heavenly. You spritz on a little perfume you save for special occasions. If this ain’t a hell of an occasion.

Joel, with impeccable timing, rings the doorbell right as you tug your black cowboy boots on. It’s sill relatively warm in Austin, so you decide to forgo a jacket.

Opening the door, you and Joel take a moment to check the other out, neither of you trying to hide it whatsoever. Joel’s wearing his signature jeans and a green flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, exposing his veiny, strong forearms. You’d hump his arms given the opportunity.

“Absolutely stunnin’, sweetheart,” he licks his bottom lip while his brown irises roam over your entire body, paying special attention to your waist and tits. You’re mentally patting yourself on the back for your outfit choice.

“One could say the same for you, cowboy,” you quip back, a smug grin plastered across your face.

Your smile shoots blood straight to Joel’s cock.

He swallows as he realizes the night is just beginning.

+++

Joel takes you to a quaint diner for your date. From the outside, it’s unassuming; an older building in urgent need of a pressure wash, adjacent to a virtually empty shopping center. A true hole-in-the-wall in the middle of downtown Austin.

“It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but I promise ya, they got the best damn burgers in town,” he assures, seeing the questioning look on your face when he pulls into the parking lot.

You and Joel slide into a booth in the far corner, Joel insisting that booth seating is part of the experience. You both order burgers, per his recommendation and boy, it does not disappoint.

Between bites of food, you and Joel learn more about each other. The conversation flows easily, both hanging onto each other’s every word; no awkwardness or feigning interest. You both share parts of your childhoods and you share stories from your college days. Joel recounts the mischief he and Tommy got into when they were younger, earning several belly laughs from you.

Joel loves the way you laugh; candidly, throwing your head back, your shoulders jerking uncontrollably as you try to catch a breath.

You’re pleased to learn that both you and Joel have a fondness for 80’s action movies, especially the over-the-top-borderline-cheesy ones, and 70’s artists like Fleetwood Mac and Electric Light Orchestra.

Joel asks about your job as an editor. You tell him the different types of manuscripts you have to read; some you drudge through, others you enjoy. “I love seeing how the story progresses from the first rough draft up until the final copy,” you tell him,” a lot of authors are really full of themselves, so you have to boil down a lot of the flowery language and hubris.”

In return, he tells you about how he got started as a contractor, hard work rewarded him with promotions until he opened up his own contracting business six years ago. “It’s priceless gettin’ to be your own boss,” he says, “not havin’ to answer to anyone, can be more selective in projects you wanna take on,” he continues, and you swear you’re listening but you’re secretly caught up in the sound of his voice and the way his lips move when he’s talking; hypnotizing you with every word.

Joel opens up about when Sarah came into this world; the happiest day of his life while simultaneously being scared shitless — he was wild and ungovernable, definitely not ready for fatherhood.

Through the years he’s found his rhythm. He doesn’t talk about her mother and you don’t ask; you’re not looking to dig into that lore on the first date. He tells you what Sarah was like as a baby and the subsequent years. Your heart melts at the adoration and pride that glow in his eyes when he talks about his daughter.

You both sit in the overused booth, totally absentminded to the world around you. You’re both locked into one another, afraid of missing even the faintest shift in facial expressions. You might as well be the only two people here.

Taking the final bite of your burger, you tell Joel that you’re inclined to agree that these are the best burgers in town.

He mumbles something to the effect of “told ya,” before finishing his last bite.

On the ride home from the diner, you spot an illuminated Ferris wheel, glowing in the distance of the Austin night.

“Oh, I didn’t know the fair was still in town. I haven’t been in years!” exclaiming a little loudly for a woman your age, “can we…..?”

Joel can’t say no to you, not when you’re giving him a pleading, pouty look.

+++

Once inside the fairgrounds, you both walk through the selection of vendors, and it doesn’t take long for the funnel cake sign to catch your eye; Joel purchases you one and you continue on your adventure together.

“Here,” he says, offering you a paper napkin.

You gently shake your head, shoving another bite of funnel cake into your mouth, “don’t need one.”

He laughs. You look like a stubborn child learning what sugar is for the first time, “you’re gonna get all sticky,” he says, a big grin enveloping his face, your eagerness for the sweetness of the battered dough reminds him of Sarah’s sweet tooth. God, you’re cute – it makes him wish she was with you both tonight.

Well, that is until he notices it. It’s subtle, but it’s there – a sprinkling of powdered sugar on your cheek and exposed chest.

He knows this is a family event, but he wants to do anything but PG-rated things with you right now.

He stares at the white dust on your skin until your voice catches his attention again.

“Maybe I want to be sticky,” you reply, “gives you more to lick off of me later.”

And fuck, if that doesn’t turn him on.

The thought of his tongue on you sends a flood of impure thoughts to his brain; much like the ones he had when you first showed up at his door, covered in remnants of flour, all sugar and sweetness.

He knows now.

You may be sugar, but fuck, if you haven’t got some spice in you, too.

+++

As you stroll, your eyes grow wide when you see it; a yellow wooden sign with the words “bobbing for apples” in Comic Sans engraved into it.

“Ah! Joel! Bobbing for apples! I haven’t done that since I was a kid – we have to do it!” you say, your voice is a little too eager and a little too high-pitched, but the childlike wonder on your face is all the convincing that Joel needs. He might not admit it, but he’d give you anything you want. You reach out for his hand, and he takes it, letting you lead the way.

You and Joel make your way up to the station, and a fair worker in an apron and a straw hat shouts to the crowd, “Come one, come all! Test your skills at an apple grab; the winner gets a prize,” his voice is low in octave but loud enough like he’s speaking through a megaphone.

A line of fair-goers of all ages quickly forms around the barrels filled with water and apples, and you look at Joel with eager eyes as you step up to yours.

The rules of the game were explained by the worker with a chuckle, “Alright, folks, no hands, just your teeth. Lean in, and bob for an apple, and what you catch is yours to keep plus a prize from the booth to the right.”

“You sure about this, sweetheart? You’re gonna get all wet,” Joel asks, probably just a smidge too concerned about your well-being considering it’s just bobbing for apples.

“You gonna act like you don’t know that I’ve been wet this entire night?” you say, not waiting to hear his response as the worker calls out a loud “GO!”

Giggles and cheers fill the air as you and your fellow participants lean over the barrel. Your face disappears into the water; your competitiveness in overdrive – edging yourself deeper and deeper into the water; so far that your shirt gets soaked. You don’t care, though, and you gleam from satisfaction as you resurface with a gleaming red apple held triumphantly between your teeth.

The crowd erupts in applause at your efforts, and Joel stands watching you with his hands on his hips, a smile plastered on his face. As his gaze drops from the apple in your mouth, he notices the wetness of your shirt and shit, you’re positively drenched.

It takes Joel all of .0002 seconds to notice the silhouette of your nipples peeking out from your shirt, the goosebumps littering your skin, and the tail ends of your hair wet and starting to curl under the weight of the water.

You drop the apple from your teeth and catch it in your palm. “Well, well…looks like you’re on a date with a prize-winnin’ apple picker. Feeling lucky yet?” you tort, attempting to flirt through the uncomfortable press of the damp fabric on your skin.

“Sweetheart, I’ve seen that mouth in action, I already knew you were going to win,” he says, “but you know I’d never thought I’d see the day…” he trails off.

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly confused.

“Never thought I’d see the day that I was jealous of a fuckin’ Red Delicious apple,” he says, humor behind his voice, “s’ashame I wasn’t the one you were bobbin’ for in that barrel.”

“Listen, if you want to get wet and let me put you in my mouth, I am more than happy to accommodate,” you reply back, your voice flirty and suggestive.

Joel doesn’t respond, but you see him palm himself through the denim of his jeans at your suggestion, interjecting his thoughts.

You can’t hide the shivers that take over your body from the chill of the night air and the wetness of your clothing.

“C’mere, baby, you’re freezin’,” he says, brow furrowed, and arms wide open stretched out to you, beckoning you into his large arms. You take a step forward and step into his brace, letting yourself melt into the warmth of his arms and the aroma of his natural scent.

You stand there, wet in more ways than one, and let him hold you. Your arms wrap around his thick middle, and he rubs up and down your back with both palms in an attempt to warm you up. He releases you momentarily before saying, “Here, take this.”

You step away from him for a second, giving him space to slip off the flannel he’s wearing, revealing nothing but a white t-shirt underneath; the little tufts of hair peeking out through the collar of his shirt almost send you into a tailspin.

He holds the flannel open by the collar to face you, encouraging you to put it on. You turn your back to him, allowing him the privilege of holding it as you slip your arms into the sleeves. The fabric of the shirt is warm from his skin, and the moment you put it on you’re flooded with the smell embedded deep within the fibers; all musk, whiskey, cinnamon, wood, and Joel.

“Come on, now, you little bobbin’ minx, let’s go get you your prize,” he says, tilting his head to the prize booth. You grab his hand and let him lead the way this time.

You and Joel make your way to the prize booth, the smell of kettle corn invades your senses; sure, you were already stuffed with funnel cake and your dinner, but the sweet aroma makes your mouth water. Or maybe it’s just Joel, you’re not quite sure, but you don’t really care.

In the small structure of the prize booth, the shelves were adorned with a colorful array of stuffed animals of all sizes, trinkets, and games. You carefully assess your prize options while the attendant tries to convince you that of all of the random assortment of prizes, you absolutely need the goldfish. Right.

You look over the options in front of you for what feels like a good ten minutes before the attendant not so subtly grows tired of your indecision. You sigh. You decide on a small puppy dog with beady plastic brown eyes, and you nod in thanks as he hands it to you, and you and Joel walk away from the booth.

“Had a tough time decidin’ there, didn’t ya, sweetheart?” Joel asks, not really questioning.

“Well, to be honest, none of the prizes were really appealing to me,” you respond, playing with the fluffy ears of the stuffed plush in your hands. “I only picked this one because I thought Sarah might like it,” you say. Your consideration for Sarah, and your accepting demeanor to her, warms Joel’s heart.

“But I can think of one I’d really like to claim,” you say, catching his gaze. You see his jaw clench at your words.

“Oh yeah? And that would be..?”

“You,” the word comes out breathy.

You both stop walking and the crunch of the dirt under his boots and the distant sounds of the fair in the background all but freeze as you stand there, seemingly paused in your own little private moment.

“Take me home, Joel,” you say, planting your palm on his broad chest and stepping closer to him, your chest nearly flush against his. His hands skate down to your waist, and he closes the gap between your bodies, holding you close enough that you feel the growing bulge between his thighs.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, leaning down, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

And it’s sweet.

Just like the funnel cake.

And just like he thinks you are.

But you have other plans for him tonight.

And he has the same for you.

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You and Joel make your way out of the fairgrounds and to the lot where Joel parked his truck.

Still wearing his flannel, the stuffed puppy dog intertwined between your crossed arms, you wait for him to open the passenger side door. You all but eye fuck him as he reaches into the depth of the front pocket of his jeans and grabs his keys. He unlocks the door, and opens it for you; offering you a hand to help guide you in.

“Always such a gentleman,” you say, placing your hand in his, accepting his offer, using the strength of his arm to help lift yourself into the bed of the truck.

Joel rounds around the front of the vehicle, unlocks the driver’s side door, and slides in. He turns the key in the ignition and the engine rumbles to life and the radio turns on, “Come a Little Closer” by Dierks Bentley plays over the speakers.

Deciding to take a note from the lyrics, you don’t bother to buckle yourself into the passenger seat, and instead slide over into the middle seat of the truck, positioning yourself tightly against Joel’s side. You lace your arm through the underside of his and interlock them, your hand curls around his firm bicep. You lean your head into his shoulder, and close your eyes, taking a moment to bask in the solitude of the strong man beneath you.

He looks down at you for a moment – god, he could get used to this. He dwells on the thought for a moment longer and then begins to drive away.

You’re clinging to him and you both ride like that in an easy silence, apart from the faint music and the hum of his truck. It has been so long since you felt so content, so at peace with the moment and yourself; not worried about work or life, or anything. It was just you and Joel, and you like it that way.

Nearly back to your house, and your shared neighborhood, you let your left hand wander on the expanse of his thigh. The time for sweetness is over. The events of the night, your combined obvious want, and the flirtatious taunts catch up with you.

Joel keeps his eyes on the road, but you don’t miss the way his grip on the steering wheel tightens as your hand makes its way closer to his belt buckle. You begin to toy with the cool metal there, and his large palm comes down to cup yours.

“We’re almost home,” he says, holding your hand tight against his stiffening cock, not letting you move. “But I want to feel you now,” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know you wanna get your hands on this cock, and I would like nothing more,” he says, “but you’re gonna have to be patient, we only have a few more minutes until we’re there.”

“And why do I have to be patient, neighbor?” you ask, pulling your hand away, slightly keyed up. Greedy. Horny.

“Because I wanna give that needy little pussy the attention she deserves,” he says, “and because once I get started, I know ‘m not gonna be able to stop.”

“And neighbor ain’t gonna be what you’ll be calling me,” he says roughly, “I’ll fuckin’ make sure of that, sweetheart.”

He takes a turn and pulls into your neighborhood. You catch a glimpse of Mrs. Morrison taking out her trash. She glares at you in disapproval as you drive past in Joel’s truck.

You sometimes wonder what your neighbors might think; a pretty little young thing like you, the youngest daughter of their good friends, a.k.a your parents, hanging out with the older, single-father neighbor across the way.

But truthfully, you don’t really give a fuck.

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Joel pulls up into your driveway, the engine purrs softly before falling silent. You both pause in silence.

Joel turns to you, a smirk on his lips “We’re here,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of invite me in behind his voice.

You glance out the window, your house bathed in the soft glow of your porch light. You turn back to Joel and say “Thank you for tonight, I really had a fun time. But to be honest, I just realized I never got to thank you properly…”

Joel looks at you and something dark flickers in his gaze. “And what would you need to be thankin’ me for, sweetheart?” As if he didn’t know.

“For the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Come in and I’ll return the favor,” you say, conjuring your sultriest voice, knowing he doesn’t need an invitation.

You step out of the truck, and the night air is cool, a gentle breeze whispers through your hair; your features are illuminated by the street lights in your neighborhood, and the warm glow casts an inviting aura around you. Joel appears at your side of the truck and helps you exit.

The gravel under your feet crunches as you walk toward the front porch; the air is charged with electricity, a livewire, a magnetic pull drawing your bodies together.

The porch light by your door casts a warm yellow glow on your faces. You pause at the front of the step and reach for your house keys in your purse. Your porch swing sways gently in the breeze, its rhythmic creaking adding to the undertone of the moment.

You insert the key into the lock, but before you can fully turn the doorknob to open the door, Joel already has his large palm on yours, opening the door, pushing you through the door frame and into your house, his hands cradling your face before he crashes his plush lips into yours.

The second you’re both fully in your house, Joel's hands are on the hem of your shirt, silently begging for you to take it off. You let him work on getting you topless, meanwhile, your hands are hastily working to undo his belt buckle, the excitement of finally being able to touch him and him not being able to stop touching you has you worked up. Joel presses his thighs together against yours, drawing little moans from you while he nips at your neck.

As much as he is trying to distract you, he’s no match for your determination. In record-breaking time you have his buckle undone and the zipper of his jeans is down; you gracefully fall to your knees before him, tugging his pants and his boxers down with you to the floor. Joel’s cock releases from the confines of his clothing and slaps against his tummy, leaving a little trail of pre-cum in its wake. You already knew he was big, but having him in full view makes you realize just how big he really is.

You lick your lips and reach out to grab his thick cock, affectionately kissing the tip of it; you run your tongue through the slit, lapping up the salty pre-cum that drips out before you circle your tongue along the underside of his head. You let your jaw go slack, and you begin to dip down on his length; a gurgling sound escapes your lips as you pull back up again. You do this a few times before letting his hard cock fall from your lips, now puffy and coated in saliva, some of it dribbling past your chin.

You pull off momentarily and smile up at Joel. He thinks you look far too sweet and innocent for someone who is absolutely taking his cock deep in your throat like a champ. He intertwines his fingers through your hair and groans, before gently urging you back down onto his length.

“Fuck, sweetheart – can’t tell you how long I’ve been thinking about having that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock,” he says slightly breathless.

The thought of him thinking about you goes straight to your core and makes you want to mouth fuck him harder.

You wrap your lips around him again, and he thrusts his hips to glide himself inside of your mouth to the back of your throat.

He begins to pick up his pace, holding your head steady by your hair as he fucks into your throat, pressing deeper and deeper until spit pools at the corners of your mouth and slight tears form in the creases of your eyes. He presses you down onto him until your lips are wrapped around the base of him and the course hairs that reside there. You’re drowning in the taste of him, hardly able to breathe, but you don’t care; you want him to chase his high, to use your mouth for his own pleasure. He made you come harder than anyone ever has before; this was the least you could do for him.

“Jesus – look at you, pretty girl, fuck you feel so good wrapped around me,�� he grits out, “takin’ it so well, baby.”

His words go straight to your cunt, the ache now insufferable.

You begin to work him harder with your tongue, struggling for air, and he inches closer to the back of your throat and you begin to gag. Joel pulls out, not wanting to hurt you, and a strand of saliva trails between your lips and his cock. You blink back tears and look up at him, your mascara now a mess on your face, and your eyes glossy.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, his brow furrowed in concern.

You swallow, and reach up to wipe a tear from your cheek. You are okay. More than okay. “Peachy. I'm relieved I finally got to return the favor,” you hum, standing to rise to meet his face.

He wraps his hands around your waist, and pulls you tight against the front of his body; you feel the warmth of his tummy, the hardness of his cock, and the strength of his back behind your grip and it makes your legs turn to Jell-O. Fuck, you need him.

Joel kisses you for a moment, before pulling away and bringing his lips to your ear “Gonna fuck you now, sweet girl.”

You feel your stomach swoop and your folds tingle; you have thought about this moment for so long and you yearn for the stretch of him; to know what it’s like to be filled to the brim with Joel fucking Miller.

He kicks off his boots, steps out of the clothing bunched around his ankles, and takes your hand to follow you down the hallway into your bedroom.

Part of him wants to take his time; to make you feel good, to taste you again, and feel you come and come on his fingers. Part of him wants to shuck down your jeans and put your pretty pussy in his face.

Joel doesn’t particularly think of himself as a selfish man, but he has waited patiently, and he needs you. Now.

As much as he wants the taste of you on his lips, the part of him that wants to shove himself into your addictive cunt until you forget your name until you forget every other name except for his is the dominant one right now.

Once in the bedroom, he crowds you back until the back of your calves meet the edge of your mattress. He grabs both of your hips in a bruising grip and pulls you tight against his chest, his hips grinding into yours, and you lean your face up to kiss him. You think he might kiss you, but instead, he ghosts your lips and leans forward until your back meets the soft fabric of the mattress with an oof, and he’s on top of you.

He grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. His grip on you is firm, yet gentle. You’ve seen his brute strength in action and the fact that he could overpower you sends a shiver to your clit.

“So beautiful, darlin’ – you know that?” he kisses your nose and trails a slew of them down your cheek, jaw, chin, and neck. Once at the nape of your neck, he nibbles on your earlobe and whispers “You ready for me, sweetheart?” his breath is heavy in your ear.

You can’t nod fast enough in agreement.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he practically purrs the question.

You want nothing more than to be a good girl for Joel. You nod almost aggressively to make up for the fact that you’re unable to construct a single sentence right now.

He lets out a satisfied moan and drops his grip on your wrists, and drags his heavy hands down your body to the center of your jeans and undoes the button of your pants, and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of both your jeans and your panties and pulls them down in one fell swoop.

He dips down to place a delicate kiss to your tummy and lets the weight of his head rest on the softness of you. He inhales deeply, the aroma of your perfume comforts him, and he fights the urge to dip his face lower and bury himself in your pussy.

You drop both of your hands and grab his head, your fingers carding through his hair, and he groans.

“Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” he says, not really questioning.

“I am being a good girl,” you respond back, not really sure what prompted his statement.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the first time. When I put you in a position, I want you to stay there, until I say you can move. Got it?”

And holy fuck, bossy Joel turns you on.

You only hum in response.

“Need you to use your words, sweet girl. Answer me, or I’ll make you,” he says, voice low, his head closer to your center now, almost to exactly where you need him but not quite.

“Ye - ah, yes, fuck I understand,” sending all of your energy to string the words together.

He hums in acknowledgment and pushes your hands back up overhead, telling you to keep them there, and only to touch him when he says you can. When he releases your hands and sees that your arms stay put, he rasps out a “good girl.”

He then reaches down and notches his tip at your entrance, and drags the weight of his thick cock through your glistening folds.

“Mmmm so fuckin’ wet, this all for me?”

“All for you, J-oel,” you’re trembling, desperate to feel him deep inside you.

He pauses momentarily, only the tip of him inside you, and god, it’s such a tease.

You know it’ll sting, but you want him to just fucking bury every inch of himself inside of you. You don’t care about the pain; you crave the stretch of him.

“Joel – ah, need more,” you moan, “need all of you.”

“You sure, sweetheart? I ‘don wanna hurt you,” he says, once again concerned about you.

“Joel, I want you to fucking wreck me. Need you to move, please.”

After your plea, he obliges. You feel every inch of him, the way he throbs inside of you, and the tip of his head drags against the spongey spot inside of you.

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to move in and out of you, he feels so fucking good, and you’re so perfectly full.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and gruff, still continuing to saw in and out of you. ‘’Want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

And his words are like music to your fucking ears. He’s the perfect balance of gentleman and fucking filth.

He brings a hand down to circle your clit, and with the added sensation you’re not far off from your orgasm. You can feel it growing in your stomach with every circle of his thumb and every thrust of his cock. You open your mouth, your jaw slack, and you begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby – you shouldn’t open your mouth like that,” he moans.

“And – fuckkkk, why not?” You respond back, breathless from each of his thrusts.

“Just a reminder of another hole I need to use,” he responds, and then gruffly says “Open,” while pressing his thumb and index finger into your jaw, holding you in place.

You do as he says, and he spits into your mouth. Your eyes wide as saucers. It’s hot, dirty, filthy.

“Taste how perfect we are together, baby” he says, still pounding into you and circling your clit.

His words send you into fucking oblivion, and you’re gone. Your vision goes white, and despite his order to keep your eyes open, your eyes fall closed and he fucks you through your orgasm.

Your tight, slick walls pulse and squeeze around him. His hands squeeze your hips, his fingertips bruising your skin as he rocks your limp and shaky body against his cock, chasing his own orgasm.

Not long after you’ve come, he’s finishing too. He fucks into you at an erratic pace and then shoots his seed deep into your cunt.

“Fuckkk, baby” – he trails off, letting the final spurts of his cum paint your walls.

You let out a sigh, and once again drop your hands to his head, intertwining your hands with the hair behind his head.

You both lay there in your fucked out bliss and then he pulls out of you, taking a dribble of his cum with him, a glob of it landing on your thigh.

You’ve never felt so satisfied, to be laying there, content and full of Joel Miller.

He rolls over onto his side and puts his hand on his chest.

“Shit, baby. You’re perfect,” he says. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you.”

You hum in delight and roll over onto his chest, melting into him.

“You in the mood for some cookies?” you ask, and he grins in response.

He hit the fucking lottery with you.

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arabaka · 9 months

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yes i am in your walls😍

honestly the closet thing i can use as like a ‘description’ of how i think reigen would be as a dad is kinda like, a higher energy, silly version of bob belcher from bobs burgers.

he’s such a good father to his kids and loves them all so wonderfully and takes care of everyone well.

AND AS IM TYPING THIS IM THINKING ABOUT THE BLUEY DAD AND IMAGINING REIGEN ACTING LIKE THAT HAS BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES😭😭😭😭

bob belcher?! bandit heeler?! anon, i am getting my walls checked tomorrow. (or i will lure you out with crackers) okayokayokay i need to gush about dad reigen (keeping in mind baby is kind of an oc? i've written about him before i definitely need to put those in a collection and solidify some stuff)

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ reigen arataka x afab! reader. sfw. vague reference to your baby being in the nicu. baby is described as having reigen's hair.

he cries holding his son for the first time. it was a sob that was long coming.

your son was born struggling but he was born a fighter.

sweet little angel, born with tufts of light blond hair. just like his father.

"he's so... small." he whispers, voice low but still cracking.

he doesn't get to hold him for long. the nurses are so gentle, lifting your baby like the precious life he is but to reigen, they might as well have been ripping him from his arms.

the next time either one of you holds your baby, you have to be decked out in hospital gowns, face masks, and gloves. it's not ideal but that doesn't quell the light that blooms in reigen's eyes when he sees you rocking your baby while singing the same lullaby he would when you were pregnant.

ofc decorating the nursery was a family affair. EVERYONE pitched in. just imagine multicolor handprints decorating the wall, names under each one. reigen loves to hold your baby and see his stubby little hand try to fit in the outline belonging to the person that made him think he could be a good dad in the first place: mob.

#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 📮 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ mail time! ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 💌 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ love letters to reigen! ꒱#reigen #reigen x you #reigen arataka #reigen x reader #reigen x y/n #reigen arataka x you #reigen arataka x reader #reigen arataka x y/n #mp100 #mob psycho #mob psycho 100 #mp reigen #mp100 imagines #mp100 reigen #mp100 fluff #reigen fluff #reigen arataka fluff

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sailoreuterpe · 2 months

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For @seemoreseymoursbay Original Character day, here's Meg!

Margaret “Meg” Melody is the teacher for fifth grade at Wagstaff. She’s in her late-thirties and single (though whether or not that’s by choice is a hot topic of debate around the school). Meg has blue eyes, strawberry-blonde hair, and freckles as well as three piercings in each ear. She favors cardigans and soft jeans at work, although at home she’s most comfortable in pyjama pants and tee shirts.

Meg is an ambivert: she likes to go out for coffee or for drinks, but her clubbing days are long over. She’s an avid reader but also devours trashy reality television. The one surefire way to her heart is through her stomach. Meg frequents “Bob’s Burgers” regularly once she finds the place, since it’s within walking distance of the school: she can go get food, power-walk back to the school, and eat her lunch quietly on her phone in the teacher’s lounge. Meg loves routine except when trying new foods, and the Burger of the Day is a way for Meg to expand her horizons without causing any distress.

Meg eventually forms a friendship with Mort and then a romance. Mort is the kind, sweet person that Meg needs in her life. Meg isn't particularly squeamish about Mort's job but she can't handle body horror that includes foreign objects (such as insects). Meg loves all of Mort's silly jokes, whereas Mort loves that Meg will let him infodump.

Meg is very, very much a self-insert, lol. Friends and I have talked more than once about who we would be in the BB universe. I’m not chaotic enough for the bikers or the carnies. As well, I did seriously consider being a teacher in college; only the fear of ruining other people’s children stopped me from pursuing that path. Margaret and Melody are the names that my mother wanted for me except my father’s choice won out. Her outfit up there is based on one that I wear for going out, which is perfectly-acceptable for teaching children once I altered the top to be less revealing. In case anyone cares, the real version is a cream cardigan and a purple shirt but I’d have the shirt in blue if I could.

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mooifyourecows · 2 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Sure! (given in no particular order)

1. Daichi from Haikyuu, of course.. I just love everything about him. He's a great captain and he has a big appetite and he's so down to earth and masculine in the best ways, what a man!!! I want a tattoo of him on my body!

2. Pam Poovey from Archer. It's hard to stand out in a show where nearly every character is the single most interesting person in the world but I really do think that Pam takes the cake. She's a real one. She stays true to herself no matter how much everyone else begs her to stop and I RESPECT THAT. Also she's a fat character who isn't limited to being the Fat Character. While her weight does come up, often in insulting jokes or bits, she has so much else to her that it feels like such a small part of her character.

3. Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman. Out of all the insanely good character arcs in Bojack Horseman, Princess Carolyn's is my favorite. Usually the hardworking career woman character who wants a baby winds up the most disappointing character for me because she always gives up her career to be a mom but NOT MY GIRL PRINCESS CAROLYN. She said I want to be a badass boss lady AND a mom and I don't need no man to get what I want! And she did that shit. She deserves it.

4. Linda Belcher from Bob's Burgers. I aspire to be like Linda. She's fun, she's extroverted, she is just so excited to live her modest life with a struggling burger business, a husband she actually enjoys spending time with, and 3 kids she adores with every fiber of her being. She sings and dances at any given opportunity and doesnt let embarrassment faze her. What an icon.

5. Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings. Every time I think of him I wanna cry. He's just so.... perfect.... and wonderful.... He is the sweetest, bravest man to ever exist and NOBODY CAN ARGUE. The original Ride or Die. We all need a Samwise Gamgee in our lives. 🖤

6. Usopp from One Piece. That's my boy! He's so funny and relatable. I love characters who are brave while being terrified. Despite his wacky goofy personality, he's complex and insecure but he stands by his guns and isn't afraid to challenge even his best friend/captain to defend what he believes and GOSH what a stand up guy ammiright?

7. Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place. I love a disaster of a woman. She's a selfish bisexual with zero shame, what's more to love? I just can't help it. I'm weak for women who are just The Worst ™️.

8. Manny from Swiss Army Man. I mean... He's dead, he teaches us what it means to be alive, and he's played by Daniel Radcliffe. He's basically the perfect character, right? Listen, Swiss Army Man is my all time favorite movie and I want everyone else to like it too. I can't even talk much on it because it's so much better when you watch it yourself. Especially if you love amazing soundtracks, beautiful visuals, and queer revelations.

9. Hal from Malcolm in the Middle. I'm such a sucker for husbands who are obsessed with their wives and men in touch with their emotions and Hal is the epitome of both those things! I watched this show while growing up and I truly think that Bryan Cranston's portrayal of Hal taught me how men are supposed to act, especially in regards to their romantic partners. And now my own partner is basically a less theatrical version of him so it paid off ya know?

10. Judas Iscariot from Jesus Christ Superstar (1973). This is mainly based on performance. Carl Anderson did such an AMAZING job playing Judas that he literally stole the show, imo. Jesus who? You mean Judas's boyfriend? It's not JUST his performance though, the way the character is written is so well done that I feel like Judas is the real main character. Yeah, this is the story about Jesus but he ain't the star, ya dig? He's a basic bitch in comparison to the complexity and emotional turmoil of Judas. Also they're gay and in love, what a tragedy! This is cinema!

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emotionaldashtoons · 2 months

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Here's my poster of my official version of my version for my DisneyElseWorld's Pixar's...

INSIDE OUT 2!

I saw the new Inside Out 2 trailer, and they made Anxiety, Ennui, Embarrassment, and Envy bad by betraying the old emotions. Lots of crazy stuff is about to happen! We don't know what's going on, lots of details are there too. But what would the ElseWorld version be like?

SO!

For my idea. I have 6 new emotions, the OC emotions like, Courage, Surprise, Pride, Trust, Shame, and Frustration.

MAIN VILLAIN

I am using on of my oc's Ego de Spite, to be the main villain of the au second movie.

OTHER CHARACTERS

Characters like Zee, the assistant of Ego, she runs the business with him but she tries to avoid him to help others. Bud, Courage's blood cell buddy, he doesn't speak but he's sweet, nervous, cute and got some attitude. And Brain, the big boss of Riley's mind, and the emotions need his help to stop Ego. And Mother Esteem, sweet old mind lady but very big (Disclaimer: Not in the poster).

Returning Cast like...

Amy Poehler as Joy, Bill Hader as Fear (YES! I'm bringing Bill Hader back! He's so much funnier then I expected), Lewis Black as Anger, Phyllis Smith as Sadness, Kensington Tallman as Riley, Diane Lane as Mrs. Andersen, and Kyle MacLachlan as Mr. Andersen.

Recast Alert!

I actually like Liza Lapira playing Disgust. After what Mindy Kaling did in Velma, it wasn't enough for me. Because the show and her are piles of shit to me.

With All-Star Cast like...

Chris Pratt (The LEGO Movie 2) as the new outside leader emotion Courage, Sam Richardson (Hocus Pocus 2) as Surprise, Kate McKinnon (Ferdinand & Saturday Night Live) as Frustration,

Andrew Rannells (Trolls Band Together) as Trust, Randall Park (Ant-Man And The Wasp) as Pride, Jim Cummings (Winnie the Pooh) as Shame, Nicholas Hoult (the X-Men films & Underdogs) as the villainous and hilarious, Ego de Spite,

Aubrey Plaza (Monsters At Work) as Ego's sarcastic female assistant, Zee, Michael Cera (Barbie & Superbad) as Ego's nerd assistant, Yes Man, Peter Sohn (Ratatouille & Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse) as The emotions new blood cell buddy, Bud, Wanda Sykes (the Ice Age films) as Mother Esteem,

with David Wain (The Bob's Burgers Movie) as Chairman the Mind Councilman, Yvette Nicole Brown (Drake & Josh) as Riley's middle school P.E. coach, Ms. Roberts, Brady Noon (TMNT: Mutant Mayhem) as Jordan, Jack Bright (The Good Dinosaur) as Riley's bully, Francis, & Alfred Molina (Monsters University, Gravity Falls & the Spider-Man films) as the smart, wise cracking, and big-headed mind boss himself, Brain.

CREW

Written & Directed by Josh Cooley

Co-Directed by Bob Peterson and Angus MacLane

Produced by Mark Neilsen, p.g.a.

Executive Produced by Pete Docter, Dan Scanlon, and Jonas Rivera

Story by Josh Cooley and Pete Docter

Edited by Kevin Nolting

Cinematography by Patrick Lin and Kim White

Production Designer Craig Foster

Story Supervisor Peter Sohn

Visual Effects Supervisor Bob Pauley

Supervising Animators Jerome Ranft and Doug Sweetland

Music by Michael Giacchino

Score Cordinator Andrea Datzman

Casting by Kevin Reher & Natalie Lyon

#inside out fandom #inside out fear #inside out disgust #inside out anger #inside out #disear #inside out joy #inside out sadness #inside out courage #inside out ego de spite

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ratguy-nico · 5 months

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4# "Gene's Christmas Break"

If it weren't for the objective superiority of the other episode, this one would be my Top 3. And let's be honest, is anyone surprised?

Genie Beanie needs more episodes like this one, where the writers take him more seriously. My baby is such a complex character as any of the other Belcher kids, but they insist on let him in the shadows as a merely comic relief.

Beyond the Gene element and him being a christmas bell, what make this episode one of my favorite is Gene having to face the fact that they destroy something that it was invaluable and irreplaceable, even if it was by accident, and the fact that no matter what he do he can not fix it.

(I have had to deal with this kind of situations so many times in my life, and I don’t deal well with it. And I'm a grown up!)

We see a Gene full of guilt, desperate and impotent. It broke my heart but is an approach on their character that I just would loved to see more. We usually see how Gene struggles with others rejecting them or underestimate them. Or (my favorite) Gene doubting themselves.

Everything escalate to a next level when his family, tryed to make her feel better, giving her a cover version of her record "Percy McTinsel-Bud's Tinsel Machine" sung by them. And Gene totally hate it.

Many other shows will write this as an ungrateful thing to do, like a bad thing Gene does, or would make Gene happy for the gesture like the love of her family fix everything, but Bob’s Burgers is not any other show.

Here Gene’s feelings are totally valid and understood. Gene herself feel awful about not loving what her family did for her. But loosing her album is not the problem, she is, the fact that she ruined everything as always.

But when she can finally forgive herself and understand that yeah something bad happened but is not the end of the world (love), she can appreciate what her family did for her, and can make it perfect with her genius-musician touch, cause maybe she can not fix the broken record but she can make that the songs in it are not forgiven.

Oh and the subplot with the adults playing Secret Santa, but especially Teddy and Mort's part DAAAMN I don’t ship them and I still live and dye for this one moment.

What a complete great episode.

#bob's burgers #as always you dont have to read this #Christmas Special Top 5 #Gene's Christmas Break #this is me being silly and trying to do shit i dont know about #but hope you like it #genie beanie es todo lo que está bien en este mundo #but you already know this #bobs burgers

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ineffabildaddy · 6 months

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@celestialcrowley tagged me in an in-depth bio thing (thank u!!!) so here's some stuff about me:

real name: samuel's my full first name so let's say that?

nickname & nickname origins: sam!!! the only people who call me samuel are a couple of my friends when they sort of pretend to scold me, ha. or if they're singing little freak by harry styles but the line is "little freak, samuel" instead of "little freak, jezebel" (i have a tattoo of the words 'little freak' because of how much i love that song. i also am one i guess)

a couple people i know who are lotr fans call me samwise but i haven't read or watched lotr yet so i'm reluctant to accept this as a nickname hehe

sammi is what my sister and my very closest friends call me. if someone i'm not close to calls me that, my sister vetoes lol

ao3: sinchester

social media/s: i have all of the big ones but they're all personal accounts so</3

state country: i'm from the uk. always lived in london, it's the one true love of my life (and it's a character in good omens in its own right, fight me). i will answer ur state question in another way by saying that i usually visit the us once a year (usually for gigs and to see friends) and my last trip was to ny

pets: none</333 my grandparents have two lovely german sheps and a black cat which are my most precious loves though

hobbies: i like reading (fantasy, romance, twentieth-century poetry and nineteenth-century fiction mostly), writing (prose, screenplay and very bad poetry), live music/following tours, vinyl records, tea, whiskey, sitcoms, romcoms, and american traditional tattoos, among other things

personality: i have the most warped and harsh sense of self so i asked my best friend amy to describe my personality. this is what she said:

brb gonna go cry now

favourite holiday: christmas because i love christmas music of the easy listening jazz persuasion, and also because i love a lot of christmas films

favourite food: mac and cheese, bao buns, strawberries

favourite dessert: potentially cheesecake?

favourite colour: baby blue<3

favourite quote/s: "i am an unspeakable of the oscar wilde sort" / "not a southern pansy, the southern pansy", and in the same vein... "i'm not a big fat panda, i'm the big fat panda" / "there are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning, they are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever"

favourite book/s: call me by your name (sue me), good omens, the fables series, pride and prejudice (cliched i know sorry, i have read all of austen's work but it's her most popular for a reason), the scott pilgrim series, the spud series, the princess bride

favourite tv shows: good omens, avatar: the last airbender, peep show, supernatural (reluctantly), bob's burgers, arrested development, ghosts, yonderland. it's only just come out of course but honorary mention goes to scott pilgrim takes off

favourite film/s: shrek is my favourite of all time. it's just got everything. trust me, i went to film school (i actually did tho). then we've also got the nightmare before christmas, ferris bueller's day off, scott pilgrim, submarine, clueless, deadpool, the princess bride

favourite character/s: sam winchester, aziraphale, crowley, katara, sokka, jack and sally, kitty (ghosts), lucille bluth, envy adams, wallace wells

favourite actor/s: i've always found this a really difficult one to answer but i'll just say mae whitman because she's been in 3 of my favourite things ever and slayed all of them (avatar: the last airbender, arrested development and scott pilgrim)

favourite song/s: my favourite songs of all time are probably...

a certain romance - arctic monkeys

happiness/the gondola man - elliott smith

i used to be someone - kevin devine

i need some sleep - eels (shrek 2 teehee)

the way i loved you - taylor swift

let's call the whole thing off - louis armstrong and ella fitzgerald

that old feeling - frank sinatra (prefer his earliest version of this song to any other versions but i like ella's rendition too)

favourite music genre/s: i listen to pockets of all different guitar music, some pop and some jazz

favourite podcast/s: braving the elements, which is the official podcast for avatar: the last airbender and the avatarverse in general (hosted by the actor of zuko and the actor of korra!!!)

have you ever met a celebrity: oh god, erm... i've met so many musicians and actors (mostly actors that are less well-known) but i'll just mention the most famous ones. on purpose (some of whom i now regret lol): dua lipa, halsey, frank iero, brendon urie, jared padalecki, jensen ackles, jinkx monsoon (and loads of other drag race queens, but she's my favourite). by accident as they've come into my work: matt berry (i died), rob delaney, a couple of actors from sex education, sharon rooney (i actually bumped into her on the way to work oops). people i see around my local area or my area of work but haven't met: graham coxon from blur, peter capaldi, olly alexander. i know i've forgotten people but they'll come back to me hah - living in north london and working in central london means you do tend to see famous people sometimes

have you ever been to a concert: not sure exactly how many but my estimate is 200+. one band i've seen 37 times alone... but yeah, i follow two tours a year on average and then i'll go to gigs as a one-off for artists i don't commit as hard to lmao

do you collect anything: vinyl and soft toys! i also like to have lots of different interesting teas in my cupboard

do you have any idols: not sure i could call anyone i like an idol of mine but i naturally want to be neil gaiman when i grow up. i also would absolutely love to be as good at words as leonard cohen was. i guess taylor swift because i love her more than almost any other musician and have done since i was 8 years old but... she's a person at the end of the day (and a billionaire which is questionable)

is there a real life friend you can be completely yourself with: i feel i can be entirely myself around @icanbeurangle, among a few other people from different parts of my life. the person who wrote my little personality bio above, along with our mutual friend, and then a couple of friends i've known since school. i've also got friends who started off as internet friends but are now irl friends (the uk is a small place) who come under this category uwu

where would you love to travel to: off the top of my head, new zealand and mexico. i'd also like to see more of wales (i only went once or twice as a small child)

random fact about yourself: i'm an identical twin? it doesn't feel random at all but yeah haha

if you made it this far without falling asleep, well done!!! thank u so much for reading, i hope u didn't bore u to tears<3 i've missed out a couple questions where i addressed them already in a previous answer

no pressure tags (but i want to read up on u all!!!): @raining-stars-somewhere-else @sad-chaos-goblin @crowleyslvt @indigovigilance @icanbeurangle @bowtiepastabitch @genderqueer-hippie

#personal #not good omens #ineffabildaddy

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gummybear1178 · 2 years

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F-14 (Family of 14) Chapter 4

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Also on AO3:

Hope you guys enjoy! If you want on the taglist let me know! (See guys I am learning Tumblr)

Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!

The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers!

Feel free to leave requests and ideas

Dagger Group Chat

Fanboy GUYS!! CYCLONE AND WARLOCK WERE HERE TODAY

Phoenix Which means Hangman and I have most likely won, all we need todo is find out officially.

Hangman See the one time Phoenix agrees with me is the one time she is right. You should agree with me more often.

Phoenix Shut up Bagman, I didn't agree with you, you merely came to the same conclusion as me. Most likely out of pure luck.

Coyote Which if proven true that we don't know who it is, then I am stumped as to who is could be.

Halo Don't forget, we could have met them and somehow none of us guessed them

Bob Or it could be Admiral Kazansky.

Harvard Sorry Bob, but you are going to have to give that one up

Bob I will give it up when we find out who it is or I just won't give it up once we all find out I'm right.

Yale Harvard is right Bobby, you may need to clean those glasses of yours a few more times if you think the Admiral and Maverick are married.

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Bob smirked at his phone, this reveal was going to be priceless.

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Fanboy GUYS!! DID YOU SEE THE TEXT MAVERICK JUST SENT?!?!

Omaha Dude, we are all in the group chat where he sent it, yes we saw it.

Hangman Be prepared to shower Phoenix and I in rounds

Payback Wait, does Maverick not live at the Hanger? Cause that is a very different address and a lot closer

Phoenix I mean it would be fitting to his character to live there, but it makes sense that he has an actual house too

Fritz Well, I guess the mystery will be solved tomorrow. Though that does confirm it's not Cyclone or Warlock for sure since Maverick's husband just got back today.

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"Mav, have you seasoned the burgers yet?" Ice asked walking into the kitchen.

"Yes, Ice, and I sliced the onion. " Maverick rolled his eyes.

"Thank you," Ice said walking up to kiss Maverick, "I've missed you." He added tenderly.

"I missed you too Ice," Maverick leaned his forehead against Ice's shoulder before a devious smirk began to emerge on his face.

"Maverick, I can feel you smirking, what?"

"I just thought of a great idea."

"Your version of great or my version of great?"

"It's in the gray area where we both think it's great."

"Let's hear this great idea then." Ice looked down at Maverick, an expectant look on his face.

"You know how we haven't decided exactly how to introduce you yet?"

"Yea..."

"I think I figured it out."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."

And with that Maverick revealed his plan, and even Ice had to agree, it was a great one.

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"Dude, this is a nice house." Coyote said walking up, not quiet believing he was at the right address.

"I know, are we sure Maverick lives here?" Payback asked, eyes wide.

"I'd question it too, but that's his bike." Phoenix pointed out.

The squadron agreed to all arrive as one group to prevent anyone from meeting Maverick's husband before the rest of them.

In attempting to complete this task, all 12 of them were crowded onto the front porch arguing over who got to ring the door bell.

"Who rings doorbells anymore? Isn't it just back to knocking?" Fritz commented.

"But with a house this big will they even hear us?" Yale argued.

"How about we just knock and if they don't answer then we ring the doorbell?" Halo offered.

"Alright, but then who gets to knock?" Omaha asked.

"How about we just go in?" Bradley offered. trying his best to suppress laugh.

"We can't just walk into his house!" Harvard lightly exclaimed.

"You can if he is standing with the door open waiting on you all to walk in." Maverick commented from the open doorway.

"Hey Mav!" Bob greeted with a large smile on his face.

"Mav!" Fanboy smiled.

Maverick greeted his two youngest WSOs.

"Alright, everybody in!" Maverick ordered stepping out of the way.

All of the kids were taking the house in as Bradley side hugged his dad with a knowing smirk on each of their faces.

"Nice apron Mav." Hangman commented.

Prompting the others to take notice of said apron with large words across it reading:

'I am Dangerous'

Bradley smiled, as much as he rolled his eyes at those aprons he was glad they kept them.

"Thank you, my kid gave me the idea." Maverick said non-chanlantly as the squadron took a second to process his words.

"If yall all want to head to the kitchen I am going to grab Ice for drinks." Maverick informed them after a moments silence before the aviators could come out of their stupor and ask questions.

A chorus of agreements were heard as they made their way to the kitchen after Maverick pointed them in the right direction.

Bradley quickly made sure the camera was filming as he took his place in the kitchen. The aviators talking amongst themselves, not so subtly looking around waiting on Maverick's mysterious husband to show up.

"Maverick has a kid too!" Fanboy whisper shouted.

"The more we learn about Maverick the less I realize we know about him." Phoenix shook her head softly.

Bob just stood to the side waiting for the great reveal.

"Bob, you seem awful smug, and that's abnormal for you." Payback commented.

"I am just waiting for you all to learn I was right." Bob replied.

"Bob, give it up, you are about to be proven wrong." Harvard shook his head.

"Do we start a separate betting pool for who Maverick's kid is?" Fanboy asked.

"I'm back with Ice." Maverick walked into the kitchen, Ice walking next to him.

Jaws dropped, eyes went wide, and no words were spoken.

"Sir" Phoenix finally came to her sense and saluted Admiral Kazanasky.

"It's Ice and there is no saluting me nor is there any titles in my own house." Ice stated, in all his glory including his apron that matched Mavericks except his said:

'I love Dangerous'

Only then did it process for the pilots what was going on.

"Wait-"

"Your-"

"Maverick's-"

"Husband!" The aviators stuttered out.

Bob finally broke his composure and busted out laughing.

"Wait, how did you know?" Phoenix asked her WSO realizing he wasn't in shock.

"I didn't, I just had a hunch after a looking at a few things and went with it. Then I got held back one day to find out over a video call! So I already got my shocking reveal. Appearantly being the only one to bet Admiral Kazansky means you get pulled into the reveal."

"Wait! You knew there was a bet?!" Fanboy asked turning his head to Maverick "How did you find out!?"

"My kid told me." Maverick smirked.

"Your kid?" Fanboys eyes went wide as he tried to solve this one.

"Bradley!" Phoenix turned eyes wide.

"Yes Phe?" Bradley smirked.

"YOU KNEW!"

"I did."

"And you didn't tell me!"

"Well I could ruin their fun, and I was enjoying watching you all scramble to figure it out."

"So that's why you abstained from the bet." Payback realized.

"Bingo." Bradley smirked before adding, "It was hilarious helping dad out with this. You were all so oblivious."

"And you are his kid!" Phoenix yelled.

"I mean I have all but told you a few times." Bradley rolled his eyes.

"You know, a lot is starting to add up." Fritz commented.

"Especially the photos at the hanger." Coyote agreed.

"Honestly that was hilarious. You literally asked me questions about our wedding photos without realizing." Maverick laughed.

"Alright, who is ready to eat?" Ice asked gesturing to the pan of burger patties and bags of buns.

"You expect us to eat after all of these revelations!?" Fanboy exclaimed.

"Chill out Fanboy, you can ask more questions while we eat." Maverick patted the WSO on the shoulder as he grabbed a plate and began putting together his burger.

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"So Pops, this is how you get out of all the trouble you get into?" Hangman asked.

"I only get into trouble when it's necessary-"

Ice gave Maverick a look.

"In recent years I have only gotten into to trouble when necessary." Maverick amended, "Don't give me that look Ice, you know why I did what I did at Dark Star, and you know you had fun with that phone call to Cain."

Ice rolled his eyes.

"Though Hangman, we are going to have to talk about your choice of words." Ice fixed Hangman with one of his famous ice cold stares.

Hangman's soul left his body as his mind flashed back to his words to Bradley about Goose.

"Sir, I'm sorry about what I said about Goose. I didn't have all the information and shouldn't have said what I said to provoke Bradley."

"While that was wrong, you were forgiven after and especially after you saved Maverick and Bradley," Ice spoke, "However those are not the choice words in question here."

Hangman's brain spiraled trying to figure out what else he had said wrong, or atleast wrong enough to warrant this level of glare from Admiral Kazansky.

"I'm sorry sir- Ice, I don't know what else I said wrong." Hangman admitted.

"You have been calling Maverick 'Pops' I am 'Pops'." Ice said coolly, his glare still fixed on the cocky pilot.

Hangman's eyes went wide.

"Ice is Pops, and Mav is dad, or Mavdad. You don't mess with it." Bradley supplied.

"Ice is very territorial over his Pops title." Maverick added.

"As he should be." Bradley supported. "I came up with it."

"Wait, why is Ice Pops?" Phoenix asked sensing a story.

"Because Bradley realized Ice Pops were cool and since we called him Ice, he obviously needed to be Ice Pops, shortened down to Pops and interchangeable with Ice." Maverick informed them.

"Oh my goodness, Bradley, that is so cheesy." Hangman shook his head.

"But you have to admit, it makes sense."

"It definitely makes Bradley sense." Phoenix agreed.

"And it only needed to makes sense to me."

After a beat of silence Fanboy spoke up.

"So wait, how did you wind up with Mav and Ice?"

"After my Father died Mav was around whenever he could to help me and my mom out, and when he cancer started getting worse I moved in full time with him and Ice until she passed when Mav took over as my legal guardian." Bradley revealed, glazing over the pain from those years.

"So then why were you and Maverick so tense at the start of the mission?" Hangman asked.

Bradley looked down ashamed.

"We had a fight several years back and hadn't spoken since." Bradley once again glazed over the details.

"Wait, you said he pulled your papers," Phoenix commented as her head started to do the math, "You mean you hadn't talked to him in over 15 years?"

Bradley looked down again.

The table went quiet as Fanboy realized he probably shouldn't have initiated this line of questioning.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." Fanboy said softly, in great contrast to his normal upbeat self.

"It's ok Fanboy, you guys are curious and with good reason." Maverick nodded softly. His hand already rubbing up and down Bradley's back as subtly as he could. While Ice held Maverick's hand under the table squeezing tight in support.

"We've been talking it out." Bradley spoke softly.

Hangman watching with a tender eye, as Phoenix squeezed Bradley's hand.

"So, who is interested in watching a movie?" Ice asked breaking the silence and lifting the mood of the room."

All the daggers jumped up and followed Ice to the living room.

"Any preference on movies?" Ice asked opening the TV up to a series of streaming services.

"Disney!" Fanboy exclaimed.

"Alright, which Disney movie?" Ice asked after the others mumbled agreements, unwilling to express their love of Disney movies so opening in front of THE admiral Kazansky, they wanted to keep some of their professional credit.

"Planes." Bob piped up quietly.

And so the Family of 14 began planes, immediatally followed by Planes 2.

By the end of the night the 12 daggers were sprawled across couches fast asleep.

Ice smirked at the sight of his son leaned up against Hangman.

Maverick gave him a knowing look.

Ice and Maverick eventually drifted up to their bedroom after draping blankets across their aviators and turning out all the lights.

"You know, I'm pretty sure just a few weeks ago we only had one kid."

"And now we have 12."

"I like our little family expanding."

"Me too Mav. I missed the noise around the house."

"I am just waiting on Hangman and Bradley to stop being so oblivious."

"You know, it's fitting he would fall for someone like you."

"And it's fitting he became so much like you."

"Don't sell yourself short, he is a lot like you too, he just causes less trouble. He is nice enough to not give me more paperwork."

"Hey, at least we weren't as oblivious as those two are."

"I think Slider would beg to differ."

"Well, we will just have to wait and see when he gets here."

"I'm scared to know what stories he is going to tell the kids about us."

"I'm just waiting to see the kids faces when you fly against them next week. Then again when you have your RIO."

"Me too."

"And I wouldn't be scared of the stories told by Slider, I'm more scared of the stories that will be told when the whole gang is down here."

"Yeah, especially Viper and Jester."

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Sorry for the delay on this chapter! Most of the time I cannot post daily, but my goal is every couple of days. I write when I can and when I am inspired. I hope you enjoyed the reveal.

I had to stop writing for a few minutes because I was busting out laughing at Maverick saying he had to go get ice before the drinks.

Also I feel like a genius for their aprons, did anyone else love them or was that just me? If it's just me that's fine.

Also as popular demand has requested, Hangster is becoming a thing.

From here on out it will be more one shot style in writing rather than a continuous plot. I plan to bring in other characters but also narrow down the amount of characters in each one shot. This story seriously put me out of my comfort zone thus far with how many characters I was handling at once. Normally I like about 4 max. Preferable 2 or 3. So future chapters will have more plot, fluff, more to go with dialog and less pure dialog.

I will be accepting requests which will be done in no particular order and more so as I feel the inspiration for them. So feel free to put some in the comments! Even if it's just part of a request or a headcanon.

Also Ice's cancer will be further explored in other chapters, I've mildly hinted at it in previous chapters but NOTE THERE WILL BE NO DEATH and Cancer is NOT returning, just some after effects. Do not worry.

Thank you guys for reading, please let me know what you thought and leave some ideas and requests!

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dauntingday · 4 months

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top 15 tv shows (in no particular order except i did number them bc otherwise i would forget to do 15)( love u @soleadita and fuck with the icon change immensely)

crashing (2016) call me marissa cooper the way i am ruthlessly stealing this pick but yeah it's. it's insane and fantastic and terrible and beautiful and so much happens so fast but its so so important to me

inside job (it's gross and weird and funny and sad and it's one of the only times i was genuinely upset when i heard about a show being cancelled)

young justice (pointing at an on fire garbage can - this is my son and i love him)

gilmore girls (comfort media of all time what else do you need)

bob's burgers (similar to the above it's very i am falling asleep to the weird bisexual man who is a mess at all times except for how much he loves his family)

fleabag (why yes i have a perfectly normal relationship with the catholic church and the concept of being truly known. why would you ask. and yeah i real life cried)

yuri on ice (idk if anime counts but fuck around and find out this is My List (tm)) ((it's beautiful and soft and lovely and sad and stressful and i listened to the instrumental track so many times it was on my spotify top songs. it's literally just a piano and a boy with a dream and i have wept about it))

given (it's the first anime i ever watched all the way through which in retrospect, fucking insane way to come out of the gate. as a Band Kid (tm) who wanted to be a theater kid but was bad at speaking in front of groups of people, this show did a lot to my psyche in the best way possible)

will (enough with the tears its time for something almost embarrassingly niche. in 2017 TNT had a drama series about william shakespeare and to this day it remains one of the greatest things ive ever seen. jamie campell bower plays the sluttiest version of christopher marlowe you've ever seen in your life. it's chaotic and ridiculous and i absolutely adore it. i have no idea where to find it im pretty sure they want us to forget it exists but i cant)

numb3rs (silly little show about a nervous man who solves murder with the power of math and being a pathetic little wife guy to the hottest woman ive ever seen. theres an episode about trains that i think rewired something in my brain)

white collar (look at me. obviously im a white collar guy. come on now)

invincible (i think ive seen the pilot episode like 4 times. i genuinely think it redefined to me what superhero media could be. oh i adore it more than anything. it's only 9 because i haven't seen season 2 yet but holy shit. holy shit. media of all time. if you want to know me fundamentally and wholly please watch the pilot. i'll watch it again anytime im not kidding)

teen titans (cherished childhood media of all time. only group of people who have ever understood dick grayson)

bridgerton season 2 (i'm bias on account of just finishing it yesterday but holy shit two people have never been in love like they are in love)

the flash (cw) (im sorry to both my mother and god for this one but unfortunately i don't have taste and also it's the reason i started caring about dc in the first place which is the reason i got back on tumblr and met all the cherished gay people in my telephone so yeah. barry allen's allowed to be cringe as fuck i owe him everything)

leo already tagged everyone i know on here but if u see this pls do it and @ me im nosy

#btw if i think about how many of these i've seen with and/or because of the gayest person in my telephone i will start crying again #been thinking about richard gansey too long now im emotionally compromised #i love you fucking freaks so much what the fuck #anyway watch crashing. i think thats the main takeaway

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leopoldainter · 10 days

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Claire Danes bitch why won't you die!

Ah. I thought you sent her.

He said did that.

Who

Your, uncle

That's, he's a family friend ... just let her sweat it out.

I want her out of my life.

Think about the tingtings

For the level Head!

Thanks, o

Well I guess if your uncles driving I might as well strap my self to ... actually I can fly that one.

Nice, it's a senna.

O for fuck sakes.

I've cats do this in mirrors before. Did we really need a third movie.

Your unlce wants to know if you do or don't want to see some of the post apocalyptic version..

Maybe, how's the music

Hes fucking her in the washroom.

I think she's just testing the faucets. She's basically bender. But with some static electricity your in a snow globe didn't you know that

John, your a drop out I found in a cage.

How close to the glass did you get when you came by, your mixing me up with hercule

Yeah you wish

Can someone please check to see if Dyson is dead or not.

I'll do it out of my next!

Oh alright all the dundee de didi

Ladies and Gentlemen,

The moment you've all been waiting for.

DMV

ITSA REST VIKT DEVE LOPY

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Moral I thinkdan guns don't do much these days

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Are you calling somebody over or did you still want a machiato

Machiato, I make faces it's nothing.

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This is fucked, that's politics for ya

Nancy boy Inc. Let's go nana

Fuck I am right. I'll need some hair dye and some bleach Holyoke jeesi I just can't decide between the tutu and the steloto

I don't

Haha. Ask the pilot

She made a lot of people feel like they needed to become paralegals nice pin stripe CC

Thanks but after the whole oj thing I felt it would be appreciated to go with the jenny Craig crowd but after nine eleven nothing was ever the same.

I saw that to he took a bullet to the chest, says but hey pretty boy I tender golfers, poorly.

He's unionized

They all are

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Now listen to what he says when he exits the vehicle

I should have stayed on the bench. The FRENCH!

Would you take our picture please.

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EarlyAdmission for the winner

And then

Out of nowhere

Cuz she's just been begging for it

Nancy fucks Andy in someone's front lawn. GooNero!

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I forget that I already had that by mistake, fucking kids am I right

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About a whole while back.

There was a new world to reach by vessel and th

An Implosion ooooAhh

Who cares

Hindi accent no fwce

That one looks like saturn

Lac leamy casino, turn around to find a hill across the river you crossed to get here to find a nice place to lay blanket and listen to anthems of rebellion album by arch enemy.

Wow! Yeah, they are not Canadian

Hordes of politicians enter.

It's one of those things.

If you found out about the fire works competition from inside, past the sign with the Bienvenue and snuggles on each sidFleecye then you probably paid admission to sit on your own blanket outside in my backyardg

Ghoise an lil juennes. Podticandeiparade

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Or, you were polite and have some poket change now that you can't waste the time on church And the simpsons And family guy And american dad And bobs burgers And 60 minutes, but I still prefer to have at least the cigaret buts back, you can use them to kill birds or carefully irrivape nesting with cancerous carcinogens

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Yikes, just ignore him he's honestly the worse liar

This lcbo doesn't sell alcohol

No it's a regular office

No way

We do have wifi

I know that

Please leave it's a weekend go, weed a garden or something

We're getting gas.

Not at this corner.

Are you asking me to take a breath mint.

She runs away, but with one of my bags.

I'm filming!

Oh BTW where's stone henge

...

You bitch

I did say

But then things changed cuz things tanged! Don't believe don't think about. I'm pretending like someone I wouldn't believe, for your viewing pleasure

I think the rule is, it's not funny if you have to explain it.

Dangrubbish from the getgo

Give them some money then they'll leave.

Sirens?

No it's alert, the most northern of all the point of Nunavut.

I can hear them

Sh sh let's watch one where the finish with somethi g cool like homer drunk complaining about rich people.

Ya Yue shush me I'll sushi ya i ll shu Hey I know her. I'll sush yeah wanna sushi lill sushit I swhitxhMuizimk. True but portal ahhh now I'm laughing give it a second, she's saying to a woman the she's worried to upset the man who paid for all that jewelry. That's not stoner it's lesbian were at the wrong theate

It's broadway

Just some gyn

Gym

Gymn

Hug

Uh. No

I came to the bathroom to do this

First tell me.

Ok Beth and Rob totaly had sex but it was a goi g away presenf

How does lily already know

Ohhh the Korean card counter on the couch. Ok one second ^^claps and relaxes and says

You shut the door in his face, he should know that means lily can never Ever know.

Ok, couldn't Travis have died.

No because he walked her back to her place e

WHAT

Good luck Travis...

Hmmm

Fishing fire

O sorry I'm still not sure if the news is talking about the river or me,

Why wouldnt I tell you

Jason, you took him from the ss

He was airRaid

Never mind we will go to the roof but after that for the rest of the night I have to pretend not to be having the time of my life.

And that's why he dies on the bridge

Wow lily the shot really came out to

I got all them up to r.

Yay

Go lily

Last time you see her Rebudign.

ChugaIthinkI canChugaIthink I did

Peace out

Boo b

Show me where there's room in a Sunday night line up then we'll talk.

Oh Keri Russell fxx yeah

O shit. Your out lay down.

I at least get paid for this. No way he's got a sac in that trunk.

Isn't that making a joke

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Masterlist: D.R Ideas

hey! this is a masterlist (obvi) of D.R/I.R ideas for you<3 please let me know if you like it, what reality you're going to shift to, and what other shifting content you want to see from me

just a nsfw warning, there are some mature themes in a lot of the media listed, as well as some jokes, swears (i think idk tbh), all below the cut

ALSO: please remember that reality shifting brings you to real worlds, the people in those places are REAL they have feelings, thoughts, they aren't just characters there!

Once Upon a Time (it's a T.V series based on fairytales, but it's kinda dark, never watched it tho so idk much about it)

The Wolf Among Us (telltale video game, similar vibes to Once Upon a Time)

Stranger Things (never watched it, but it looks horrifying so yknow)

FNAF/Five Nights At Freddy's (might start working on one for myself, kinda want to be a paranormal investigator in that world)

Elden Rings (I know nothing about the game so if this suggestion is ass just ignore it lol)

Halo (looks like a cool world but again idk what its like so)

Squid Game (don't remember if this was in my other lists and too lazy to check)

Minecraft (maybe not blocky cuz like that's nightmare fuel)

Days Gone (video game)

World War Z (never seen anything from it but i think there's a story and characters with personalities)

Scooby-Doo

Detroit: Become Human (i think i already added this in the other lists but whatever)

Red Dead Redemption

Doki Doki Literature Club (maybe, like, a normal version without the sentient computer storyline)

Yandere Sim (maybe remove Yan-chan cuz obvious reasons 😨)

Life is Strange (idk, seems pretty chill but idk much about it either)

Heavy Rain

Watch Dogs (kinda boring unless you're a super-hacker but hey, i need to fill this list lmao)

Pokémon

The Walking Dead Game: Michonne (don't think a lot of ppl know about this one)

Beyond Two Souls (kinda scary ig but cuz of the paranormal shit going on in that world)

that's all the new stuff, everything below this is form my other 2 lists since this post is a masterlist lol

Disney (I personally want to shift to experience the story of Frozen and Tangled since it's hinted that they're connected also bc I'm Norwegian)

Modern! A.U of media from your current reality

TMNT (whatever version you prefer)

X-Men

Teen Titans (i can't remember if I added it to the last one lol)

Justice League

Villain (not an excuse to kill, torture, etc.)

Sims (there's lot's of lore, lot's of the pre-made characters have cool stories, some are hot too)

Domestic (live a domestic life style with anyone you want to, you could have a few children or live like a house-spouse)

Divergent (recently. the movies were added to Canadian Netflix, it's kind of like The Hunger Games and isn't too bad other than the horrible love interest it should've been Christina and Tris they would've been so cute)

High School! A.U of media from your current reality (for example: Arcane in a high school setting, can be set in whatever decade or world you want)

Decade! A.U of any media from your current reality (script out the bad things cuz good god if it's anything like this reality, you'll be leaving asap)

Time Traveler (y'know, time travel)

Totally Spies

The Princess Bride

Percy Jackson

The Wizard of Oz

Avatar (the blue one)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Criminal Minds

Bob's Burgers

Modern Family

Artemis Fowl

The Maze Runner

The Owl House

Z Nation

The Walking Dead Game

Deadpool (his sidekick, side-chick, im not judging)

The Outsiders

Ouran High School Host Club (be rich, incredibly desirable, both, neither, whatever)

Your own Spiderverse world

Avatar The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

The Last of Us

Everything Sucks!

Birds of Prey

Victorious

Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun (make manga with an unlikely group of friends)

Royalty D.R

Victorian Vampire D.R (maybe like just make yourself need rare steak instead of humans or something)

Animal D.R (try out living as a cat with some sweet folks or live as an ant idk just make sure that you can still think DO NOT let yourself forget to keep your human consciousness)

No Nips D.R (can you tell that I’m running out of ideas?)

Decade D.R (you got a favourite decade? one that has music, fashion and movies that you love? yeah)

H2O: Just Add Water (stay away from the condensation tho)

Genshin Impact (powers and you could be a god ig)

D&D (basically a fantasy D.R)

Randomly Generated Rom-Com (you don’t know what kind of story you’ll get to live through plus it’s a rom-com, no sad shit here)

any Tremors movie (movies are scary af, not really recommended but its your choice)

Arcane

Miraculous Ladybug (make sure you script out the uh, odd things)

Ghost D.R (scare, harass, haunt, whatever you want!)

Rage Room D.R (have a D.R thats just a room full of shit to break)

Pillow D.R (lonely and tired? just shift into a world where you’re sleeping on a hot persons thighs/boobs)