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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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Sexuality Profile: Ari

If you had to pick one word to summarize Ari's sexuality, it would have to be: Primal

Other good ones though: gentle, loving, wild, instinctual, hedonistic, lazy, possessive, and dominant

He's a natural guy and loves being naked.

He's the least manscaped of all your guys. You love his hairy chest and belly ... and you put up with everything else.

Due to his untamed forest, he gets the least amount of head out of any of your guys (and you've told him so, too). He doesn't care.

He'd rather be fingering you or having you jerk him off while the two of you kiss, faces close, sharing breath.

He hasn't said so, but you can tell he likes having period sex with you (so does Kemp, but with him it's more in a creepy way)

He knows you're a modern girl, okay? So he doesn't tell you not to shave down there, but he always gets grumpy whenever you return from a few days spent with "The Dolphins" (Lloyd, Kemp).

He makes fun of Lloyd and Kemp's neurotic grooming habits, (calling them "the dolphins" is because they're so waxed)

That's not to say that Ari is dirty, oh no. You probably find yourself in the shower, tub, or natural bodies of water with him more than anybody else.

He loves fucking outdoors, and always keeps blankets in his truck for shielding your delicate lady parts from the elements.

You often call him "Bear" (for obvious reasons)

He uses his teeth a lot (not as much as Kemp, though). He loves claiming you by marking you up with hickeys.

This man is a class 5 clinger: he likes to be plastered to your body when making love. He likes to feel the sweat on your body, the heaving of your lungs, likes to smell you, taste your pulse on his tongue.

so the position always winds up being either Missionary or Doggy style--both with him lying heavy right on top of you.

Though he's occasionally into long, gentle mutual edging sessions, in which case he'll have you sit in his lap, tantra style

He isn't the most "verbal" of all your guys, but he sure is the most animalistic-sounding during sex. You love all of his uninhibited grunts, growls, groans (and occasional roars)

Of all your guys, Ari's the biggest, okay? At 6' 3" and somewhere in the 220 lb range, he's got everybody else beat ...

... in both sheer body size and in what's between his legs (he's hung like a mother effin' beast)

It's both a length and a girth issue: the kind of big where he has to prep you first. Every time. Lube is must, and so is patience.

Luckily he's probably your most patient guy after Bucky. He's gets off hard on the process of getting you ready for him: starting with just the head and easing in to you inch by inch, working you open on his cock until your body can finally accept him.

He's too big to fuck you rough (it hits your cervix and you hate that), so when he wants to go harder, he uses a special ring at the base of his cock called a "penis bumper" (exactly what it sounds like)

He's not rough in bed so much as he is firm: he manhandles you around, putting you where he wants you. His attitude is gentle, his hands are strong and bossy.

Ari's number one specific kink is breeding. He loves anything to do with imagining knocking you up, seeing you pregnant, etc.

To this point, he's super into domestic roleplay, cumming inside you, and creampies

He's the only one of your guys you've never had sex with a condom on (as, before you became exclusive w/ the 5, he hadn't had intercourse with you).

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? He wants to have a rape CNC experience with you (nothing violent or even cruel, but definitely base: forceful and animalistic like a caveman)

SugarBaby Series: Imagines masterpost for all five Daddies

Masterlist

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hugogetsrawed · 27 days

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VARIGO CANON COMPLIANT ROUNDUP

A collection of all the Canonverse Varigo that I've enjoyed over the past three years. It is likely that there are a few missing due to them being deleted or my memory being poor. Nonetheless, pls enjoy.

Mature: +++ Explicit: *** Not Rated: 0

Teen/Gen: Not Marked

hello to my old heart by izabellwit

“Why do you trust me so much?”

Or: the beginning of the end for the betrayer. In which Hugo asks a long-overdue question, and gets the answer he never wanted to hear.

Say You Won't Let Go (I Won't) by DragonTalyn

Hugo needs some reassurance that Varian isn't going to leave

The Simple Act of Scraps Unraveling by @hybrix-hidings

There is a moment, on the trail to the library, where Varian realizes that he will love this man.

Or: Hugo and Varian enjoy a show, barefaced.

(Prompt #2 - Fireworks)

Snippets in Time by @sonicgetsrawed

Snippets of Varian’s adventures through the seven kingdoms to save his mother.

Darling you look perfect tonight by @the-reverse-mermaid

Hugo, Varian and Yong are invited to a winter holiday event in Nuru's kingdom, but one of them is having significantly less fun than the others… Hugo is already feeling insecure when a snobby noble decides to turn her nose up at him and make everything worse. Good thing his friends are there for him.

Small Chocolate Confections by @glitter-lisp +++

Sending Varian in to distract their target isn’t ideal, but someone has to keep him occupied while Hugo searches his room, and the duke made his interest pretty clear at dinner last night.

Hugo’s fine with that. Hugo’s very good at what he does, and so focused on the task at hand, and completely unbothered by the thought of Varian hanging out with a handsome guy who's probably feeding him fancy little desserts and talking about how rich he is while Hugo crawls around upstairs looking for loose floorboards and secret drawers.

Save Your Convictions (They Never Will Do) by @littlemisslol-fic

Varian and Hugo return to Corona after the events of the Varian and the Seven Kingdoms AU, with mixed reception. Turns out Rapunzel won't hold a grudge against people who slight her, but if they hurt her friends? And then show up still dating said friend?

Let's just say Hugo's got a storm coming.

The Dating Game by @littlemisslol-fic

In which Rapunzel, bless her heart, didn't know Varian and Hugo are dating, and thus takes it upon herself to find her darling baby brother a man of proper pedigree if it kills her. However, bloodlines aren't everything, and her choices are... less than stellar.

Darling, so It Goes (Some Things Are Meant to Be) by @littlemisslol-fic

My submissions for Effin' Varigo week! Big thanks to battybatzgirl for setting it up!

Hugo and Varian have been dating for three years, and are finally ready to take their relationship to somewhere a lot more serious. However, the world has other plans. With Hugo's proposal in shambles, and Varian focused on saving their friends, they think things can't really get any worse.

They would be wrong.

Prompts are Family ‧ Firework ‧ Fever ‧ Flirt ‧ Fight/Forgive ‧ Future ‧ and Free Day!

as long as it leaves a mark by @aziraphalesbookkeeper

For a guy who never takes off his gloves, Varian sure does lose them a lot. It’s not really the gloves Hugo notices though—it’s the scars underneath them.

Or: 5 times Hugo tries to take off Varian's gloves + 1 time he doesn't have to.

Whumptober Day 27: Scars AILESS Whumptober Day 9: Scar Reveal

We Carry Through by @aziraphalesbookkeeper

Adjusting to living in the castle with Varian is hard. Going from having nothing to having everything makes Hugo feel...twitchy. Luckily, there's one person who knows exactly what he's going through. Unfortunately, it's Fitzherbert.

Prompt: Family

The Touch of Sunlight by TheArtistsMuse ***

Varian was used to being kidnapped- as sad as that sounds- but he can always trust his friends to save him. Only this time was different, and now something is deeply bothering Hugo. Will Varian be able to get his secretive boyfriend to open up? Will they be able to figure out why he was taken?

... Will Varian be able to hide his very inconveniently timed sexual awakening?

meteor shower by @oshunalchemy 0

varian has a nightmare.

Wither and Decay by @eggmuffinwaffles

The Moonstone and the Sundrop were gone, the trials were completed, the Eternal Library was opened. Everything in Corona had returned to as close to normal as it could possibly get- but Corona seems to have a habit of attracting trouble. When old enemies arise, bent on her downfall, it will take more than just quick wit and luck to ensure that they fail.

My Head's Above The Rain and Roses by @eggmuffinwaffles

Whumptober Day 5: Every Whumpee Needs

Varian, Hugo, Nuru and Yong decide to go camping for the first time in a while after the trials. What could go wrong?

The answer is everything. Everything can go wrong.

Aka Part 1/3 of Hugo learning to like the TTS gang

Maybe if You Fixed the Whole World by Yourself by @eggmuffinwaffles

Whumptober Day 7: The Way You Shake and Shiver

Hugo had a really unfortunate habit of ruining his own life. It wasn’t intentional- if you asked him, he’d swear up and down that he played absolutely no part in causing his entire life to go up in flames, and yet time after time he would keep doing it. Funny how consequences work.

Maybe he was being a little bit dramatic.

OR:

Hugo finds himself being blackmailed by a noble at a ball, and gets help from an unexpected source

Part 2/3 of Hugo learning to like the TTS gang

Keeping Me Up At Night by @eggmuffinwaffles

Whumptober Day 29: What Doesn't Kill Me

Even a year after moving to Corona, sometimes Hugo's guilt finds itself creeping into his dreams. In the middle of an episode, he realizes he has more in common with Rapunzel than he thought.

Part 3/3 of Hugo learning to like the TTS gang

Turning Saints Into A Sea by @eggmuffinwaffles

Whumptober Day 25/Day 30: Silence is Golden/Note to Self Don't Get Kidnapped

Varian has to confront his jealousy head on when Hugo's ex finds herself back in Corona. Unfortunately her return might not be as innocent as she wants them to believe.

I Won't Let You Pull Me Down by @eggmuffinwaffles

Whumptober 2022 Day 16: No Way Out

Hugo and Varian get into a fight. Instead of handling it like an emotionally healthy adult, Hugo manages to go and get himself possessed.

Possession 2 electric boogaloo baby

Lessons in Luxury by @varibean

All his life, Hugo wanted nothing more than to live a live of riches and luxury. He had always failed to imagine what a change like that would entail. Real life was becoming too much like a fantasy and it was always the same questioned that brought him hurdling back to reality.

"Have you eaten today?"

Amalgam by @varibean 0

After relying on Ulla’s notebook to help them through their journey, the gang find that the next kingdom has little to no notes on where the next trial takes place. Their only clue is a location that might have a lead on where to go next. However, after a royal mess up on Hugo’s part, they’re left up the creek without a paddle. Not only are tensions high, but emotions as well. One thing was certain though: Hugo and Varian did not mix well.

#fic recs #canonverse fic #varigo #vat7k #varigo fanfiction #vat7k fanfiction #varian and the seven kingdoms #my recs

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sayitaliano · 2 months

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TUTA GOLD | MAHMOOD

(please refer to this post for the tuta gold definition)

Se partirò If I'll leave A Budapest ti ricorderai In Budapest you'll remember Dei giorni in tenda quella moonlight Of the days in a tent that moonlight (=liquid for vaping) Fumando fino all’alba Smoking until sunrise Non cambierai You'll never change

E non cambierò And I won't change Fottendomi la testa in un night Fucking up my head in a nightclub Soffrire può sembrare un po’ fake Suffering can look a bit fake Se curi le tue lacrime ad un rave If you cure your tears at a rave

Maglia bianca, oro sui denti, blue jeans White shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans Non paragonarmi a una bitch così Don't compare me to a bitch like that Non era abbastanza noi soli sulla jeep It wasn't enough us alone on the Jeep Ma non sono bravo a rincorrere But I'm not good at chasing

5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Bay I won't call again Ballavamo nella zona nord We were dancing in the north zone Quando mi chiamavi fra When you were calling me bro Con i fiori fiori nella tuta gold With flowers inside the golden gym suit Tu ne fumavi la metà You were smoking half of them

Mi passerà I'll get over it Ricorderò i gilet neri pieni di zucchero I will remember the vests filled with sugar Cambio numero I change my number 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

Dov’è la fiducia diventata arida Where is trust (it) became arid È come l’aria del Sahara It's like the Sahara's air Mi raccontavi storie di gente You were telling me stories of people senza dire mai il nome nome nome Without ever telling (me their) name name name Come l’amico tuo in prigione ma Like your friend in prison but A stare nel quartiere serve fottuta personalità To stay in the district (=bad area/street) one needs an effin' character Se partirai dimmi tua madre chi la consolerà If you'll leave tell me who will comfort your mother

Mi passerà I'll get over it Ricorderò i gilet neri pieni di zucchero I will remember the black vests filled with sugar Cambio numero I change my number 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

Mi hanno fatto bene le offese Insults did me good Quando fuori dalle medie le ho prese e ho pianto When outside middle school I got hit and cried Dicevi ritornatene al tuo paese You were saying come back to your country Lo sai che non porto rancore You know I don't hold a grudge Anche se papà mi richiederà Even if dad will ask me Di cambiare cognome To change my surname

Ballavamo nella zona nord We were dancing in the north zone Quando mi chiamavi fra When you were calling me bro Con i fiori fiori nella tuta gold With flowers inside the golden gym suit Tu ne fumavi la metà You were smoking half of them

5 cellulari nella tuta gold, gold, gold, gold, gold 5 cellphones inside the golden golden golden golden golden gym suit 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

#Youtube #sanremo #sanremo2024 #sanremo 2024 #music #musica #it #italian #italiano #italian language #languages #italian music #musica italiana #mahmood

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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If you are taking requests and you want to, would you be willing to reader gets dumped and best friend!Kyle is there to comfort you but it leads to much more…..

yes im taking requests! i would like to clear up that my requests are always open (unless on my navigation center it says otherwise). and that i only write for female (occasionally afab gn) readers x male characters (preferably the ones of which i have slots for on my navigation center). since this has been confusing, im just saying that now.

also thank you for the request, lovely!

he broke up with you, and that broke your effin heart.

and the first thing you could do was storm out of your now ex boyfriends house and drive over the speed limit to kyle's mom's place.. because you knew that's where he would be on sundays.

kyle is your best friend, you had no one else to go to.

tears streaming down your face you go up to his door and knock on it, trying your best to wipe away the tears and change your mood.

sheila opens the door with a big smile and pulls you into a hug, "hey baby! oh come in, come in!"

"hi sheila." you smile and wipe your damp cheeks. "is kyle home?"

she smiles as she looks down at you, "yes beautiful, he's in his room."

thanking sheila, who all your life felt like another mother to you, you walk over to kyle's room.

knocking lightly on the door he opens it, probably assuming it's someone from his family telling him to come hang out. his face softens at the look of your pretty little tear stained face.

"what happened, baby?" kyle takes your arm and pulls you into his room, closing the door behind you and bringing you to his bed. "what did he do to you now?"

you can't bear to look at kyle at the moment but you do. and you broke when you did, tears streaming down and you fall into his lap. "he broke up with me."

the worst part was that you believed he was going to be the one. and that's why you two moved in with eachother so now you have no where to live.

"what?" he's stunned, and rubs hands through your hair as you cuddle into one of his legs. "he broke up with you?"

you nod weakly into his leg. "baby, do you need anything? water or a snack or something? my mom is making dinner if you want to stay the night with me."

"can i stay with you for a while? so i can find a place to live?" you ask, sitting up to face kyle as your tears start to simmer down, you wipe your cheeks.

kyle smiles, "yeah." he kisses your forehead as he gets off the bed. "wanna come with me or stay here? i think dinner is done so i can get you a plate if you want."

"can i stay here?"

he nods and walks out of the room.

it's hot in his room, he always seemed to like it warm. you never did. you take off your shirt and find a tank top of his lying somewhere and sit back down.

soon kyle returns with two plates and brings one to you. "thank you."

there's silence for a little.

"do you know.. why?" kyle starts conversation.

you nod slowly. "no. but it's fine.. worst part is that i don't have a place to live."

"he was a douche, i hated.. hate him."

"i know." you giggle and finish your plate in silence.

"you can just put it on the floor ill get it all later. wanna lay down? watch a movie? smoke?" he smirks.

giggling and moving to get comfortable. "can i take my jeans off?" you ask, since they're uncomfortable.

kyle looks down at you and then nods. he sits beside you, rolling up and you pick a movie to watch.

the two of you smoke and talk for a couple hours and then finally decide to lay down. you cuddle into his chest and he wraps an arm around you.

one of your legs rest on top of him and you rub it up and down against him until you feel something.

"kyle? are you.. hard?" you ask almost innocently and he chuckles.

"i get like that when i'm high." he excuses and you sit up, him smirking up at you.

you move the blanket so that you could see his print in his shorts and without thinking, you bring a hand to it. maybe this was dumb.. yeah. but you just got broken up with, it's not like you're cheating. plus, it's your best friend kyle.

immediately you take your hand off because you did it impulsively to begin with but he takes your hand gently and places it back on. "it's okay." he smiles, "go ahead."

softly moving your hands to the top of his shorts you pull them down along with his boxers.

to be entirely honest, you didn't know what to do now.. i mean. wow. it was a sight for sore eyes and the things you would be doing had you done this with him before..

but you'd never done this with kyle before.

"come here." he takes you by your hips and leads you to straddle his thighs, taking both his hands and slowly rubbing them up your torso and over your breasts before slowly trailing back down. he plays with the bottom of the tank top before slowly pulling it up and over your head, revealing your bra.

kyle places his hands back on your hips and plays with the top of your panties before slowly moving them down. he strips you entirely of the little clothes you were wearing and helps you off of him, now laying below him as he kisses up and down your naked body.

"so beautiful.." kyle says between little pecks on your cheeks and he rubs your soft skin and he parts your thighs. he takes his hand to your cunt and slides it up the slit and gently rubs past your clit. "so wet too.. you're so wet baby." kyle smirks and looks at you, who's now smiling and biting your lip, moving one arm to play with your breast. "you want it?"

nodding and moving your body up so you're almost folded and your back is against his old bed frame. you moan as his fingers toy with your cunt before the head of his cock is soon pressing against your slit before sliding in with slight pain.

pain is pleasure in the moment and you moan loudly. "shh!!" he hushes you dramatically. "dude, if my mom finds out we're doing this here, she will kill me." kyle whispers with a small smile on his lips before kissing your neck and whispering into your ear sweet nothings as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

soft moans flow from your mouth and that only makes him want you more. "god, you sound so pretty for me."

"mm.. kyle please." you grab at his neck to pull him into you as his thrusts grow faster and harder as he becomes more desperate to get off.

his deep chuckle makes you clench your walls around him. "please, what, baby?"

"please.. harder please, fuck. wanna cum."

"yeah?" kyle chuckles and you repeat him and he starts to go harder, the squeaking of the bed had to be heard by the entire house but he didn't care. he just needed you, and clearly you needed him. "you wanna cum, baby? yeah?" he babies you and you whine at him.

"please.." you beg and grind yourself into him, clenching around him again and you await permission to finish.

and with that he's groaning aloud, "fuck.. cum with me. cum with me baby, cum with me, fuckkk.."

after that all was over you went to the bathroom and just sat on the floor, thinking over everything.

kyle knocks on the door. "can i come in?"

mumbling a yes he opens the door and sees you sitting down on the carpeted floor.

"do you want me to make you a bath?" he asks, kneeling down to your level.

nodding and looking up to him, you take your arms to his shoulders and neck and pull him in to kiss you.

"please don't make this a one time thing." you ask.

"no, baby. i don't want that, for either of us. i got you now, and i won't let you go."

#vanillaan #request #kyle south park #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski

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omegansamurai · 27 days

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I hate that these YouTube videos complain and moan about how the Netflix live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender was a 'failure'...I mean, if that was the case, then why had it been renewed for not one, but TWO seasons, huh?

And like...I doubt the Avatar Studios stuff is gonna be anything groundbreaking. I don't even think Avatar Studios' content will be any good. Really, it's like, why is this even a thing? Just leave the franchise alone, Bryke, and just let people who can write and make your story a lot more enjoyable (Netflix's Avatar).

It just reeks of desperation and Bryke trying to be relevant. Avatar is not the next Star Wars, I'm sorry. It's a Nick cartoon that should've been an epic four-season (maybe five seasons, who knows?) show, but it shrunk to three, to make a failed shitty trilogy movie that the first movie bombed at the box office, thanks to the creators 'SUPER WISE' decision of canceling the fourth season because they want that trilogy movie series, and honestly? That itself was a bad idea. Bryke tries too hard to make their product the next Star Wars(which I think they're fans of, which says a lot), and it painfully shows. They try too hard. REALLY hard.

Like with Legend of Korra, they try to be super edgy with their 'story' and 'characters', but they just miss the mark on what made ATLA great. I mean, they don't even care about how the bending looks anymore in Korra. Really, there's a reason why they put the final season online, and it was just a bad show. Don't deny it, everyone. I'm certain it would've been good...but it was executed poorly and made not only a mockery of the characters in that show but the OG characters of ATLA(especially Katara). Well, maybe Zuko is the only one who's doing alright...but that just reeks of sexism doesn't it? Toph is all alone in the Swamp, and Katara is...not who she is...always sad about Aang's death...like get it together girl, you're mother-effin KATARA. Get with it!

And another thing, what more is there to tell? What is the next series even going to be? The Avatars are cut off after Korra, right? So...what now? And if you put the setting in some lame-ass futuristic steampunk or cyberpunk world and have bending in it, then...well, that's not really Avatar, is it? It's just its own thing at this point. And really, I don't want any new characters...I never wanted Korra's characters either if the writing they have for them was that bad.

I just think this whole Avatar Studios is just...again, desperation. Like why not reboot it or just...tell the same story, but with a different setting?

Sorry, lost track.

What I'm trying to say is, is that people act like the Netflix live-action of Avatar: The Last Airbender supposedly 'failed', which isn't the case. Y'all are just butthurt about how your 'perfect show' got 'tainted' by big corporations, and honestly, that's far from it. The people behind this live-action were very committed, and the actors were very respectful of their roles. The BTS looked like everyone was having a good time. And here you have idiots going on about how the live-action sucks because...what, Aang talks too much? No sexism from Sokka? Katara didn't act all rage-filled or whatever? I can get the criticisms, but still, I enjoyed it. I liked it. I want to see more.

It's just that this stupid fandom likes to put down the live-action because the cartoon is supposed to be this or that and it doesn't have this...when honestly, it's its own thing, but it's still Avatar! Let it be its own thing! You got the cartoon, now look at this NEW Avatar: The Last Airbender by Netflix! Look at the way they portray the characters, look at the direction they're going, look how they world-build, just look at it! It's almost like fanfiction, and really, isn't that what Avatar is? Fanfiction? It may be a cartoon show, but it's still fiction. They're not real people. We can do whatever we want with them. We're just borrowing their characters, story, and world.

This whole thing is an adaptation. So it's not your cartoon...but it's still Avatar.

I know I'm just rambling at this point, but I'm just kind of tired of seeing thumbnails on YouTube of people bringing down the live-action Avatar. I genuinely enjoyed it, and yes, while it may have some things to work on, the people behind the show will listen to their criticisms and work on that. But again, I still liked it.

Just know one thing...Bryke would've made the live-action of Avatar a whole lot worse if they were in control. I really do believe that. And as for Avatar Studios...I give it a year before it goes bankrupt. I know that's a little harsh, but I just know that the animated Avatar movie is going to be disappointing. ^^;

#avatar: the last airbender #netflix avatar the last airbender #atla #atla netflix #anti bryke #anti avatar studios #rambles #idk #whatever

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thebluemallet · 3 months

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My Immediate Thoughts on the Latest Avatar: The Last Airbender Trailer

THE SHIP DESIGN FOR THE FIRE NAVY SHIPS! THAT MAST!

This must be the North Pole and leading up to the Siege of the North.

Appa soaring through the skies.

Yeah, they're really going to go and show us the attacks on the Air Temples. On the one hand, I'm excited about the new material. On the other hand, I feel like I shouldn't be excited about witnessing a genocide even if it's fiction.

IS THAT FIRE LORD SOZIN? OR IS THAT JUST A RANDOM FIRE NATION GENERAL?? I THINK IT'S SOZIN??

Aang breaking out from the iceberg seems a lot more violent than the cartoon but it also looks awesome! And if I were Sokka and Katara, I'd be scared shitless seeing that.

I think that's Monk Gyatso voice in the beginning? And he specifically says that the Fire Nation is embarking on a dark path instead of the super vague "storm clouds are gathering" like in the original cartoon. So Aang goes into that iceberg with more knowledge in this adaptation than in the cartoon.

Daniel Dae Kim looks great as Fire Lord Ozai!

Azula with a bow and arrow? Guess she's expanding her skill set.

Blink and you'll miss it, but that is JET that Katara, Sokka, and Aang are talking to before there's a big ass explosion behind them.

WE'VE GOT THE MOTHER EFFIN OSTRICH HORSES, BABY!

IT'S ZUKO COMING TO RESCUE UNCLE IROH WHEN HE GETS CAPTURED BY EARTH KINGDOM SOLDIERS!

Aang, Katara, and Sokka checking out the ruins of one of the Air Temples. Southern Air Temple, maybe, probably?

Water Tribe! Don't know if it's Northern or Southern but it could be the aftermath of Zuko coming to the Southern tribe to find Aang.

Katara coming in with her belief that Aang can save the world.

I'm in love with every shot of Appa flying!

THE AIR SCOOTER!

AND HE CRASHES INTO A STATUE LIKE HE DOES IN THE ORIGINAL OPENING CREDITS!!!!

There you go! You whiny little complainers finally got your sarcastic Sokka. And he definitely has more emotional range than the Sokka in the other project that shall not be named so I approve!

THAT'S ZUKO'S TINY LITTLE WARSHIP CRUISING AROUND THE SOUTH POLE LOOKING FOR THE AVATAR!!!

UNCLE!

That's not Zuko pinning up that picture of Aang. Maybe it's Zhao?

I fucking love the masks on the Fire Nation soldiers!!!!!!!

Zuko, you moody, angsty, traumatized teenager! I love you!

(This better get renewed so we can get awkward Zuko. I want to hear him say, "That's rough, buddy." I want to know how many takes they ruined when they eventualy film that scene.)

ZUKO AND IROH TEAM UP AGAINST THOSE EARTH KINGDOM SOLDIERS!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you know guys, maybe we should hear out what the fire nation has to say?

Nope, sorry, I was distracted by the abs. They should have had him silhouetted because I'm pretty sure this is the AGNI KAI WHERE HE BURNS HIS KID'S FACE!

Avatar "I don't want the responsibility!" Aang.

It's giving "Because I never wanted to be" and "I'm just one kid" energy.

THE FACT THAT I WILL NEVER GET TO CUDDLE APPA IN REAL LIFE IS A CRIME!

Sokka coming in and reminding Aang that he's not alone in this.

Reminds me of early on in the show when he says "Katara and I aren't going to let anything happen to you."

Momo's excellent comedic timing, there.

IT'S JUN! AND NYLA! IT LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! IF THAT'S HEI BAI, THEN I'M GOING TO SHIT MYSELF WHEN THEY SHOW KOH!

Oh, Zuko isn't showing up to Kyoshi this time, it's ZHAO!

SOKKA AND SUKI LOOKING AMAZING FIGHTING TOGETHER!

THAT'S TEO AND AANG FLYING AROUND! THAT'S TEO AND AAANG!

I guess one of the big changes from the cartoon is that we'll see Teo and his dad in Omashu instead of the Northern Air Temple because that's DEFINITELY Omashu they're flying around.

AANG! YOU'RE SO PINT-SIZED COMPARED TO SOKKA AND KATARA! AND THE RUNNING HUG! I CAN'T HANDLE THE RUNNING HUGS! THEY'RE MY KRYPTONITE!

BLUE SPIRT! WE'RE GETTING THE BLUE SPIRIT AND AANG FIGHTING TOGETHER!

Aang ready to kick some Fire Nation butt.

I wonder if that's part of the Siege of the North? It looks like Sokka flies him in on Appa and Aang drops in.

I think the next shot is the South Pole when Zuko attacks trying to find Aang?

Aang pulling out the Matrix moves when Sokka lets his boomerang fly!

KING BUMI! They were really accurate with the costumes here.

KATARA FIGHTING OFF ZUKO AT THE NORTH POLE!!!!

Jet looking like a badass and fighting off some fire benders.

I know I've guessed this several times, but THAT WAS DEFINITELY AANG AND ZUKO AT THE SOUTH POLE!

I like we see the glow slowly going over the tattoos as Aang goes into the Avatar state instead of it just going straight to glowing.

AND THE CHANTING! I LOVE THIS MUSIC SO MUCH!!!

I think Aang's last transition to the Avatar State is definitely him at the Southern Air Temple when he finally has to face what happened to the Air Nomads, but I could be wrong.

Anyway. February 22 isn't that far away and there are not enough words to describe how excited I am for this.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #aang #katara #sokka #prin #uncle iroh #fire lord ozai #azula #admiral zhao #suki #kyoshi warriors #appa #momo #king bumi

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: Am I currently watching Winter Soldier? ... yes. It’s such a comfort movie though. Also, Steve is such a comforting character ... Chris Evans’s voice is like sinking into a hot bath on a winter’s night. Okay maybe that last sentence was kinda cringe, but oh mother effin well.

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, no details though - it’s only briefly mentioned

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW🌿

・The sexual tension between the three of you was insane.

・You couldn’t deny the chemistry, but Steve was barely ready for a relationship. So polyamory was something that was completely off the table...

・That was until he met you, Nat’s secret lover, turned significant other.

・A jealousy grew in him, that he hadn’t realised he had. A jealousy that he hadn’t felt so strong

・It was deep and he felt a pull from his very core. Like he was meant to know you, and be ... with you. But not just you. With Nat. Because he felt so strongly about her.

・Not just her physical beauty, but the pain that she’s gone through. He can see that. He can connect with it.

・He sees you and Nat tied in some way, and he wants everyone to see him as tied to the two of you as well

・It was your idea. One night snuggled next to your love, her red hair tied loosely in a bun, you brought Steve up.

・And she changed ... it wasn’t a big change, but you felt it in her demeanour. Like a sixth sense from you, you knew she felt a certain way about Steve

・So, when you said out loud that you wanted him to be apart of your relationship, as a third party. She blanched. Shocked. Not in a negative way. But in a ... ‘this can’t be real’ type of way

・ “Are you doing this for me...?” she whispered, her hold on you tightening

“For you? Baby, I like him... there’s something about Steve...”

“There definitely is something about Steve...” she laughed, pulling you closer

・Within the next few weeks she brought it up

・And he dropped what he was holding. One of Tony’s thousands-of-dollars tablets. The super soldier, THE Captain America, fumbled and let the tablet drop

・ “Not how you were expecting the day to go huh?”

・He turned into a bright red tomato. Cliche, but he did.

・And he couldn’t look Nat in the eye until a week later, when he asid he’d be up for it.

・ “I want to take it slow,” he was sitting in his dining room. With the two of you on the opposite side of the table

・You smirked up at him and Nat had an almost identical smile. Cat-like.

・ “You call the shots, Captain.”

・You both honoured Steve’s wishes to keep things slow. You knew something like this was going to be a bit tricky

・But it turned out much easier to manoeuvre

・Steve likes being in charge of certain things around the house, and although you and Nat don’t adhere to gender stereotypes, Steve does want to mow the lawn and take the garbage out.

・He also likes to make dinner and do the laundry. Nat’s version of a meal is usually a cup of noodles and two slices of toast with butter on it

・You like having lots of plants around the house and the other two actually look after them as well.

・It should be noted that Steve Rogers has in fact been caught dancing to Lizzo.

・And he can actually shake his ass very well (although he can’t twerk)

・There’s a lot of banter, and Nat can be very flirty with Steve. Her aim is to make him blush

・But there are also times when they connect on a deeper level because of the trauma they both have endured

・You all live in a four-bedroom flat in New York, with two bathrooms and a lovely balcony. It’s very safe.

・Nick Fury has been invited over many times but he never takes you up on your offer

・But Wanda comes over a LOT. And Steve is like an adoptive father to her, making you and Nat her adoptive mothers

・Nat invites Tony over and there’s a bit of tension between him and Steve. You ... like to watch to see what happens

・Whenever there’s a party at Tony’s, you’re always invited. Actually, you’re one of his favourite people - although he would never admit it

・One of Nat’s secrets is that she would love to go to women’s rights and justice protests, as well as Pride (she would TOTALLY dress up) but because of her line of work, she can’t be seen ... doing things like that (political things)

・Although when a tragedy happened on your neighbourhood, Nat said “fuck it!” and she solved the murder, while also speaking out for domestic violence victims

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: (the majority of these are said sarcastically) Honey, Honey-buns, Sexy, Angel. And they’re usually accompanied by a smirk.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation. She loves to give you momentos from her travels and the dates you three go on together. Her heart soars when she sees them around the shared apartment.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Sweetheart, Dear, Princess, Gorgeous. At first he was a bit embarrassed to call you these names, but because he’s gotten used to being in a relationship, he calls you these names without hesitation or shame

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Physical touch and Quality Time. He likes when you tickle the hair at the nape of his neck, and grab his face and kiss his cheek.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Blood Of My Blood by Ramin Djawadi

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Looks Like He Could Kill You, Is Soft (Steve) x Looks Like She Could Kill You, Can Kill You (Nat) x Looks Soft, Can Kill You (You)

✧ Responsible And Level-Headed (Nat) x Responsible And Hot-Headed (You) x Responsible And Honourable (Steve)

✧ Moon (Nat) x Sun (Steve) x Eclipse (You)

NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Steve calls you his ‘good girl’, particularly when you’re on your knees

・Nat likes when you take the lead, but she is a switch. Not really a dominatrix, because she sees sex as something so special

・Steve is more of a giver than a receiver

・Nat’s very good at giving head but prefers to receive it

・There are times when it’s just two of you having sex.

・Steve loves having sex throughout the house, at times ... on the floor. He can be a deeply passionate man. Hot kisses, a lot of grinding and whining. He’s put off sex for so long, that when he has a taste - he can’t get enough

・Nat’s favourite place to have sex is the bathtub. With her sitting in between your legs, with the hot water surrounding both of you - she loves when you touch her gently, fondling her breasts and giving her soft caresses

・Steve likes to be called ‘sir’, ‘master’, ‘daddy’. And on special occasions, when his blood is running hot, he begs to be called ‘captain.’

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #steve rogers x reader x natasha romanoff #marvel #mcu #dating would include #poly relationship #marvel poly #polyamory #poly headcanons #polyamourous #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons

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ahmedmootaz · 1 month

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Is it just me or is canon Carmen so eager to be a mother just like how TMFOA&AIP Ayin is eager to be a father? She's calling the abnormalities and the Sinners her children weirdly enough.

Imagine being on the edge of distorting and hearing the equivalent of your adoptive parents arguing over who gets custody over you i.e. making you distort or giving you EGO.

Dear Anonymous,

You know, that's actually a good observation, and it's not even limited to Limbus with the way she refers to the Sinners and the Abnormalities; even way back in the Old Laboratory before the events of LC, she was the one who insisted that Kali bring Enoch and Lisa over, and was the one who primarily took care of them, even having Ayin come and help with raising them. And when it comes to how she was treating them, we can see that she pretty much did the things a mother would do with her kids (painting with them, reading with them, having Ayin take them on trips...). In other words, I most definitely agree: Carmen wanted to be a mother of sorts, and maybe it's natural, all things considered, seeing how she was the age to be one, it's just that the City isn't exactly the best place to find a partner for a family, not to mention her other pressing work attempting to save the City from itself and all that.

Maybe that desire of hers was twisted when she gave in to the Distortion and began Distorting people instead of saving them as she always wanted, re'birthing' the Distorted and making her their "mother" in a twisted way. I assume Ayin, too, has this desire, and I actually think it may be used against him in the Light; he could have everything he ever wanted if he just says 'yes'. He doesn't need to do anything, just sit back and let his mind be warped and then enjoy the journey, although if he really has some influence in manifesting E.G.O. instead...

...sheeeeeeeeeeeeeesh. Talk about an awkward experience if you're fighting with the Limbus crew and all of a sudden, while you're having your epic moment, a bickering pair of voices comes from above and you have to wait for them to finish so you could get your E.G.O./Distortion...

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-"Behold, Sinclair~! My ultimate form!"

="No! KROOOOOOOOOOOOOOMER! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU WITCH!"

-"Ahaha, you can certainly try, my dear Sinclair, but not after I achieve my ultimate form!"

="KRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOMERRRRR!"

-"..."

="..."

-"..."

="Uhm. This is your ultimate form?"

-"...No?"

="Do I...Uh. Is this normal or...?"

-"They're...they're arguing up there."

="Arguing? Who? Do I...Do we just fight or...?"

-"Don't look at me! I thought this would've happened by now!"

="Oh, great. Just 'effin' great. You can't even get the climax right."

-"Screw right off! I've been planning this plan for years, it's not my fault!"

="You're literally a psychopathic mass-murderer!!"

-"Those are just quirks!!"

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Yup, definitely a fun scenario to imagine, Anon. Thanks for the ask! Until next time, take care, be well, and see ya'!

#lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #my writing #ask #carmen

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welovemysty · 2 months

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There is a subreddit called "Kids are Effin' Stupid." It is filled with photos, videos and anecdotes about children doing dumb things. A recent story reminded me of an episode of my own stupidity when I was a kid.

I didn't study for a weekly spelling quiz and tried to cheat off my neighbor. I thought I was sneaky, but Mrs. Campbell caught me. She took my test and wrote a big, red "F" on top. She wrote and underlined "cheating" underneath the failing grade.

At the end of the day, she gave the test back to me and said I had to get my parents to sign it. I didn't want to show the test to mom or dad because I knew that I would probably get a spanking. Instead, I forged my mother's signature that night and returned the test to Mrs. Campbell in the morning.

I assumed I had gotten away with it until that evening. The doorbell rang after supper, and it was my teacher. I forgot that she lived only one street over. She told mom and dad about my cheating and my pathetic attempt at forgery.

When Mrs. Campbell left, my dad said, "Young lady, we're going to have a serious talk," and mom said, "I'll get my hairbrush."

If I had simply studied for the quiz, I wouldn't have been in that mess. If I had not cheated and just accepted a poor grade, my parents might have simply admonished me to do better. But no, not only did I not study, but I cheated, and I compounded my sin by trying to hide it.

I got the worst spanking of my young life that evening. Dad pushed me into the living room and sat on the sofa. Mom came in and handed her hairbrush to him. He placed next to him on top of the damning quiz. He hauled me over his lap and quickly bared my bottom by pushing up my school skirt and slipping my panties down. He put his hand on my fanny and said, "I'm giving you eight spanks for not studying," and he swatted my naked cheeks in a rapid, rhythmic fashion.

Daddy has big hands, and he spanks hard. I was sniffling before he started and crying by the last smack. Then he picked up the brush and rested its cool, smooth surface on my now warm behind. "Now I'm going to paddle you eight times for cheating." The first eight spanks seemed like a vacation compared to the vicious sting of mom's hairbrush on my already sore bottom. I was squirming and hollering, but dad held me firmly and delivered all eight swats to alternating cheeks.

"And now you're getting eight more for forging your mother's name."

Those last eight licks were the worst. Dad didn't spank quick like before. No, he was slow and deliberate, every swat much harder than the previous set. Each powerful spank was delivered directly to my little bare sit spots. I would definitely feel this spanking every time I tried to sit down for the next day or two. I was no longer hollering - I was screaming and struggling to get off of his lap. I was no match for his strength, and he held my tiny body down while he completed my punishment.

When the paddling was over, and my wretched bottom was on fire, dad stood me up in front of him. He held me by both arms and began lecturing me about truth and honesty. I don't think I heard any of it because I was crying my eyes out and trying to rub my backside. He must have asked me a question because he suddenly turned me to my side and gave my behind two more stinging spanks, and he yelled, "Are you listening to me, young lady?" All I could do was nod my head while I continued sobbing.

Mom made me write an apology letter to Mrs. Campbell before I went to bed. I'm certain I slept on my side that night because no matter how soft my mattress was, I would not get any rest with my bruised and throbbing bottom directly touching the bed.

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owmylasagna-blog · 10 months

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The Ed Must Go On

Eddy prepares for a last minute gig. Edd helps.

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A familiar clatter punctuated by loud profanities compelled Edd to emerge into the living room. Much to his dismay the place had been turned upside down, drawers open, piles of paraphernalia strewn on surfaces and the floor. Edd could feel the incensed energy radiating from his partner.

Eddy riffled through one of the shallow top drawers of the break front. He stifled a yell and threw a pack of AA batteries back inside, the sound making Edd flinch.

“Where are the goddamn scissors?”

Edd sighed: if only Eddy would let him label the drawers with their contents, maybe these sort of headaches would be avoided. The vintage veneers had won that battle: a triumph of form over function.

Scanning the room in an effort to help Eddy in his search, the taller man’s eyes fell on the kitchen shears precariously teetering on the edge of the record player stand. Eddy had grabbed them and on second thought cast them aside as a last resort: he knew Double Dee detested mixing up the scissors from their intended use.

Edd took the shears, clasping them in both hands to his chest, and joined Eddy’s side. The angered man slammed the drawer shut, the hardware clacking from the momentum, before tearing into the one adjacent to it and pulling out fistfuls of user manuals and take-out menus.

No more than a foot away the shimmer of stainless steel blades peaked out from beneath their most recent mail. In his periphery Eddy registered movement, then witnessed his partner produce the elusive utility scissors from right under his nose. Edd calmly presented them to Eddy and it took everything in the shorter man not to erupt in a fit.

“I hate when you do that,” grumbled Eddy, a poor stand-in for the truth which was that he hated his utter lack of object constancy.

Snagging the scissors and stomping his way to the coffee table Eddy planted himself on the floor and started turning the garment laying on their shag rug inside-out. Edd returned the kitchen shears to the knife block, the floorboards of their pre-war apartment creaked as he tentatively crossed the living room. He peered over Eddy’s hunched shoulders.

“A dress?” Edd questioned. A long groan escaped Eddy while he hacked away at the armhole.

“Sandra Oh-No-She-Didn’t’s out on her honeymoon, Mother Mayhem rolled her ankle and Patty Melt got the effin’ flu so your brilliant boyfriend here volunteered to host drag trivia tonight.”

Double Dee knelt down beside said brilliant boyfriend, watching as he successfully extricated one sleeve and began cutting away at the other.

“Couldn’t you wear something you already have in the closet?” Edd suggested. There certainly was plenty to choose from. He couldn’t see why Eddy was adding more stress to the situation.

“Yeah, if I wanted to look like an overstuffed sausage,” Eddy griped, then snipped the sleeve clean off.

It had been almost a year since the last time he’d dolled up and in that time he’d put on a bit more weight. He’d thrifted this old frock at the last second just for the job but the sleeves had been so constricting he feared losing feeling in his arms half way through the evening. They had to go. Hit with a pang of guilt, Edd awkwardly fidgeted with the side seam of his house pants.

Eddy threw the scissors aside and lifted the dress up.

“Well, that looks like shit,” he grimaced at the jaggedly frayed arm holes. He dropped the garment in disgust and shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Double Dee reached out a sympathetic hand and caressed Eddy’s thigh.

“Oh, don’t despair, my love. Let me find the sewing machine.”

He patted Eddy’s knee before getting up from the floor and scurrying to the hall closet. Once the machine was set up on the dining table, Edd instructed his partner to put the dress on inside-out. Eddy stripped down to his boxer briefs and shimmied into it.

Eddy wiggled impatiently as Edd painstakingly pinned the fabric in place.

“Would you stay still!” Edd reprimanded through clasped lips, where he was holding a few sewing pins.

“These sequins are drivin’ me nuts, babe.”

“Just… a few… more… and done. Mind the pins as you remove that. Actually, let me help you.”

As Edd unzipped the back and guided the sleeves over Eddy’s shoulders, he couldn’t resist trailing a few kisses along the nape of his lover’s neck. This area was Eddy’s weak spot. His eyes rolled back and he smiled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, delighted, “now that’s what I call customer service.”

“This would be highly unprofessional.”

Eddy’s shaved hairline tickled Edd’s nose as he inhaled deeply.

“I should report you, ya perv.”

The dress dropped around Eddy’s feet and Edd’s arms wrapped around his naked torso. He planted a few more kisses from the crown of Eddy’s head to the stubble of his left cheek. The affection released some of Eddy’s wound-up tension. They kissed on the mouth before Edd gave a squeeze and asked, “Would you like me to come tonight?”

“Oh I bet you would.”

Edd simply glared back. Eddy sighed before trivializing the question with another quip, “What, you like me or somethin’?”

“Eddy…”

“You know it’s gonna go past your bedtime-”

Edd frowned. “I’ve managed well enough before on less sleep.”

“And it ain’t like you’ve got a team.”

“Some of my coworkers could be enticed.” There was a pause. Edd caressed the hairs on Eddy’s arms.

“Yeah?” Eddy responded in a softer, curious tone. His mouth curled into a goofy smile. It wasn’t every day that Double Dee made last minute plans.

“Yeah.”

Eddy turned to face his adorable partner when he got a foot-full of sewing pins.

“YEOWCH!”

Eddy jumped into the air and into Double Dee’s arms. The lankier man staggered under the weight, sputtering high pitched whines from the exertion, until they both collapsed on the couch in a heap.

After getting a bit… distracted… on the couch, Edd inspected the parts of his sewing machine. He dropped the foot and slowly applied pressure to the pedal as he fed in the fabric.

“Now, see, Eddy, I needed to secure the lining to the outer fabric like this to get a tidy seam.”

“Mhmm.”

The absent tone of that utterance made Edd pause and look up from his work. He raised a brow at Eddy, who was rapidly tapping away a message on his phone. Double Dee cleared his throat and the other man looked up.

“Wha-”

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to become acquainted with some basic sewing techniques. Then you wouldn’t need me for every minor alteration.”

“But it’s better when you do it,” Eddy winked.

“You can lead a horse to water…”

“Aah I’m messin’ with ya,” Eddy replied, waving a hand limply on his wrist before clasping both hands together with a clap, “So which side is facing what again?”

Edd smirked as he detailed the construction of the seam, Eddy intently listening. It was refreshing to know the version of Eddy that had outgrown the exploitative labor practices of his youth, more often than not opting to learn new skills and pitch in his handiness when needed. The first armhole completed, Eddy nudged Edd’s elbow.

“Do I get a crack at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Eddy took over Edd’s seat and slowly started the machine up.

“So I was thinkin’ I’d wear the black wig, but the red wouldn’t look half bad either.”

“I like the black more,” Edd said, crossing his legs.

“Then it’s settled. Blonde.”

“Why even bother asking my opinion then,” Edd tilted his chin up smugly.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you want till someone suggests somethin’ you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” Edd absently hummed in reply, watching Eddy’s hands closely, “sorry, do you mind if I- “ he motioned to the machine.

“Here we go,” Eddy raised his hands like it was a stick-up.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Edd prickled. He scooted his chair closer to Eddy and repositioned the fabric. Eddy just leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You know. It’s your way or the highway.”

“Well I can’t help that you were pulling the fabric too taut. Your seam is going to be cockled.”

“Maybe I like my seams cockled.”

“Eddy, please. Can you- “ Edd stopped himself with a huff. Eddy had to sympathize just a little: the poor guy was tortured by the mundane on the daily. The shorter of the two men stood from the table.

“You finish that and I’ll put on espresso.”

Double Dee considered this an agreeable arrangement.

“Thank you, dear.”

With the seam ripper he went to town undoing Eddy’s stitches. Eddy just snorted, refastened the straps on his robe, and headed to the kitchen where a good house floozy belonged.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #lasagnawords #tldr adhd vs autism

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whats-genshin-on · 2 years

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Welcome back to another of my rambles!

I loved the whole quest? The place playing tricks on the characters, making them question everything they see and hear was a really interesting thing.

Glitch!Xiao my beloved

Also, “the fear room” really got me. I undrestand now why Shinobu wanted to be with the Arataki gang and the reason for it made me really soft.

It was really funny how serious everyone's fear was:

Itto: people being unkind and cruel to him because of his origin

Kuki: her mother who wants her to become a shrine maiden

Traveler: the effin Abyss

And then there was Yanfei's

civil disputes

Also, i love how Itto calls Xiao “little dude”.

The whole quest overall was not just interesting but funny. Like, I laughed, I don't do that often while playing games. Especially during the whole Itto's: my butt hurts :((

Some of you were right in the previous post of mine! Xiao was indeed looking for Bosacius, the Yaksha who went insane and missing.

I'm not gonna lie, this whole quest made me soft, and it hit close to home. I'm glad we got to see Xiao being... well, more human. And being willing to let his guard down a bit and to accept that people care for him.

#genshin impact #genshin #cab rambles #xiao #arataki itto #kuki shinobu #yanfei #paimon #traveler genshin impact #2.7 spoilers #2.7 update #yaksha #bosacius

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3rddimension · 6 months

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For the "how sure are we they're dating" anon, there's a lot to 'uncover' if you go looking for it, but I think a lot of us here were having our lightbulb moments a couple years ago as more and more 'proof' started to unfold. Or, more accurately, get accidentally posted.

One of the first things I remember seeing that reallyyy raised my eyebrows were stories from Courtney's birthday. Shayne was right beside her, among a group of friends, and he did the boyfriend shoulder/back rub when the cake and candles came out and surprised Courtney. It's not like it felt like an extra intimate moment, but it seemed physically affectionate in a romantic way rather than just-two-bros kinda way.

And then, of course, there was the candid pool party shot of them clinging to each other on the flamingo floatie. There were all these Instagram posts of Courtney dressed to the mother effin nines, and then Shayne's reflection in an elevator mirror or glass window at a restaurant. And Jackie (pretty sure it was her) had that video of the smosh gang hanging out at a bar, doing karaoke, and she panned the camera through the crowd and caught Shayne and Courtney slow dancing/swaying together. Pretty sure that one got deleted pretty quickly but it so solidly proved that Shayne and Courtney's relationship was on a different level than just friends. Do I think Courtney could've been dancing with her boy bestie, nothing romantic about it? Sure, but combined with everything else it feels like you'd have to do more mental gymnastics to prove they AREN'T together than are at this point.

PLUS (sorry to make this so long) they slip up so often by always using "we" instead of "I." Yes, they obviously put a lot of effort into making it seem like they each live alone, but that's because they've probably decided it's no one's business. And they probably don't wanna be doxxed. And they don't want their actual real lives to become fanfic fodder. But they so often subconsciously reveal things that imply they currently share the same living space. And anyone paying enough attention to the videos they personally put out is going to catch that. I mean, why would Courtney have Shayne's stuffed animals or art in her room? Or the books he reads? Sometimes the most obvious answer is the correct answer.

This was pretty much a concise synopsis. thanks anon!

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karin-gespenst · 3 months

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Season 13 episode 2 & 3 combined rewatch

Phyllis teaching the student midwives about the privilege of attending to mothers during a home birth is a powerful scene. Joyce asks about the safety of hospital births and BOY has this question made people feel emotions ever since hospitals were an option for giving birth. of course, the options for giving birth vary a lot from country to country and region to region. Having choice is so important and infrastructure for emergencies is equally vital. But I'm sure what nobody really wants is families having no safe option at all. Sadly that's what I see happening in too many regions. The hospital where my kid was born is no longer a hospital but a hospice. The town where she was born will no longer have a hospital with a maternity unit in the near future. The next hospital with one will be 20 minutes drive away. And while that is not too bad in comparison to other regions, it would have been too far for me back then. Nobody wants BBA situations in cars or on parking lots, and not everybody can stay home safely. Also, there are not enough midwives who attend home births because they would have to pay a fortune for insurance and they don't get paid enough to do so. Midwifery being a calling does not justify the low pay. With the high responsibility and skill level and especially working conditions they should all be paid much more.

Joyce shows how quickly she learns when attending to Edna. Giving her encouragement and valuing her work makes such a difference. Shelagh is adding her own experience with the repeated suggestion of financial aid. I remember the episode with young mother Marion who did not want help around the house, and then a fellow mother gave her the right nudge with the simple words "You're entitled."

The driving "lesson" with Matthew is supposed to be comic relief, but all it does is give mood whiplash after the heartbreaking scene with Edna feeding her son.

Is learning to drive harder when you're learning in a van? Fred's van seems a little more three-dimensional than the tiny green thing Trixie drove before.

Nancy and Joyce talking about their mould-experiences and how hospital is lovely and clean - germs resistant to antibiotics were not as common back then. it's a shame they became so widespread. Maybe Timothy's generation of doctors will learn to not give everyone precautionary antibiotics just because they can.

I'm growing more and more fond of Sister Veronica. She has the bite that Sister Evangelina brought to the table, and her knowledge of the different possibilities for help makes her highly valuable for Nonnatus House. Her "embellishments" are sometimes just the thing that is needed to bring the right people in or move an obstacle and that is a chaotic-good character trait with a lot of potential for entertainment.

effin ineffable? Colette dearest, that's another show.

social worker training in only 6 weeks? They must have needed them very badly. Today it's three years study at least where I live.

What I love about the newspaper shop as a location is that we're getting to see a lot more newspapers and magazines. The prop department can show off their skills, likewise with the sewing shop, but the paper shop sells an even wider range of wares and that means they can use almost everything in there.

The way that other candidate says the word "mayor" it sounds like "Mäher" in German and that's exactly the kind of gardening device that Fred injured himself on.

Rosalind with the nursing book and ideas for postnatal classes: of course new fathers also need a bit of looking after, but it's not the new mother who should have to do that. It should be friends and relatives and neighbours and I think especially other fathers. The only instance I can remember of fathers looking out for each other is the Fleming family when Derek goes for a pint with his national service friend after Christopher has died. Or maybe way back Tony Amos and his father-in-law.

Gillian's husband looks very much younger than her.

Trixie does use a particular voice on the phone with the shop. The theatricals of being a Lady are like a role that she steps into. Her actual self is showing clearly when she's comforting Violet and preparing her to see Fred in the hospital.

How did you choose your couch? I got mine because I liked the outrageous color. Should I get a new one, it'll have to be one that can open up into a guest bed.

I had a look into how hip problems in newborns are treated today and the kind of hip problem Stephanie has is found in 2-3 newborns. The devices to treat the condition look a good deal more comfortable than the one we saw on the show. Some baby carriers can also help in keeping baby in the right position, with the legs and bottom in kind of an M shape.

they fooled me the first time I watched the episode when the doctors rushed to help the man in the bed beside Fred, and again when I rewatched the scene. Sister Monica Joan sunk into deepest prayer reminded me of how many decades of her life she must have spent praying. Would heaven hear her prayers all the more loudly because of it? Kind of like when Trixie called the shop as Lady Aylward to make them open up late. "This is the most senior nun of the entire order of midwives, don't you dare take our friend from this earth before his time!"

Mrs. Wallace is growing on me. We might not agree on religion, but I respect her sense of community and her attitude towards helping anyone who comes her way. I feel like she is the Miss Higgins of her church, keeping everyone in order.

Miss Higgins! her contribution this week will flow into a different post.

Reggie's idea with bringing Italian food to the hospital is fabulous!

#call the midwife #call the midwife spoilers

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Hi!! I saw your post on kazama and literally 100% agree that man was evil. So i was thinking for a fic prompt maybe something about kiryu's birth parents? Thatd be awesome

yes kazama is kind of the worst (v interesting character though, don't get me wrong) and omg this is such a cool prompt idea?? thank you so much for dropping in my asks :D i came up with this, i might actually refine it to post on ao3

this is highkey depressing lol so fair warning death n etc

Takaya Kiryu had once firmly told his kyodai this: kids weren't for him. Kids were a nightmare. They stopped you from having a social life, they threw up on you, they were too damn tiny and too damn loud. Takaya was a yakuza, proud and strong, and he was never going to let a little brat bog him down.

Ten years later, Takaya could only laugh at his younger self. Because here he was. In his living room, with his little boy playing with toy cars in front of him, humming along to the theme tune of the cartoon on TV. His entire life revolved around his kid.

And he couldn't have been happier.

Little Kazuma had been racing his cars across the living room for most of the evening, but now he was transfixed by the dancing cartoon animals onscreen. He didn't even notice as his father knelt beside him.

"C'mere, scamp," Takaya said, extending his arms. "You've been running me ragged all day. Tou-chan needs some me time, and you need some sleep."

Kazuma continued to gaze at the TV.

"I'm pretty sure we've watched this episode before, Kaz," Takaya told him. "I recognise that elephant. He's the bad guy, right?"

His son gaped at all the colours.

"But you don't care," Takaya sighed. "Got a goldfish memory, don't you, son? Guess all kids do. C'mon, little man."

He scooped Kazuma up. The little boy babbled something, reaching out for his toy cars.

"Uh-uh. It's bedtime," Takaya told him. Kazuma's mouth parted, and he made an indignant sound, one that had his father chuckling. "You little rascal. You're too effin' cute."

Nuzzling his son's head, Takaya carried him away from the living room. On the way, he ran into Kazuma's mother. Kotone Kiryu was drying her hair with a towel, shivering.

"The hot water turned off halfway through my shower. I thought I was gonna die in there," she said. Teeth chattering, she pinched Kazuma's cheek. "Been giving your tou-chan trouble, Kazzy?"

"Yeah," Kazuma said, apparently thinking it was the right thing to say.

Takaya laughed. "At least he's self-aware, eh?"

"This kid..." Kotone sighed affectionately, and reached out to hold her son. As she did so, she noticed a distinctive stain on the little boy's jumper. "Kaz! I just washed this!"

"Ah, yeah. That was from dinner. It was a battle- got more food on him than in him," Takaya snorted.

Kotone shook her head, aghast. "You will rue the day, small child. I'll put you in the washing machine this time."

Kazuma blinked peacefully at her. Both his parents started laughing.

"He'd probably enjoy whirling around in it," Takaya said, ruffling his hair. "Going round and round."

"Roundaround," Kazuma repeated.

"... Round and round," Kotone sighed, unable to stay annoyed when he looked so blissfully clueless. "Okay, bedtime for you, baby. Pyjamas and teeth."

She combed her fingers through his tufts of hair, holding him against her fluffy dressing gown. The baby yawned.

Takaya followed the two of them into Kazuma's room. He dwarfed almost everything in the child's bedroom, and looked especially out of place among all the colourful toys.

"I got him a new suit for my sister's birthday, by the way," Kotone said, as she jogged Kazuma in her arms. "I think it's really cute."

"A baby in a suit and tie? You've lost it," Takaya told her.

"It'll be smart!" She rested Kazuma on his bed and sought out his pyjamas. "He'll be the best-dressed baby in Yokohama. Though he might end up looking like a Tojo loyalist."

"Pop his collar and give him a crowbar, he'll fit the part no question," Takaya chortled. He knelt down by Kazuma. "Yakuza honour above all else, Kazuma Kiryu. I hope you remember that."

"God, don't say that." Kotone shuddered. She gently stopped Kazuma from fidgeting and pulled his pyjama shirt over his head. His eyes were drooping, and he gave a drowsy mumble. "C'mon, sleepy boy. Still gotta brush your teeth."

She hip-checked Takaya and carried Kazuma to the bathroom. When she was gone, Takaya leaned against his son's bedroom wall and gazed around.

There was once a time where he would sleep in a room swathed in beer bottles and junk, with dirty money on his countertops. Now there were rubber ducks and toy dragons and bouncy balls. Takaya's life had changed so goddamn much that sometimes he didn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

But he was starting again. As long as his secret remained hidden (stolen yen, but not enough for the Tojo to notice), he had all the time in the world to rebuild. And what better place was there to do that but here? With his son and wife by his side?

Not many people got as lucky as he did.

"Goodnight, Kazzy," he said, when Kazuma was tucked into bed. "Watch out for the monsters under the bed."

Kotone smacked his shoulder.

"I'm only kiddin', keep your hair on," Takaya chuckled. "Dad'll handle any monsters that come your way, so don't worry."

And that's a promise.

"Monsters wouldn't want to eat your dad anyway. He'd taste horrible," Kotone said. "Goodnight, baby."

They each planted a kiss on his head. Kazuma had already dozed off, his little hands curled on his pillowcase.

(He never saw his parents again.)

Shintaro Kazama entered the house at three in the morning. He didn't make a sound. He never did.

For once, however, his plan went wrong.

Takaya Kiryu was not in bed. He was standing in his kitchen in shorts and an oversized T-Shirt, gulping from a glass of water. His hair was mussed from sleep and he was squinting blearily in the darkness.

Kazama hadn't intended for him to be awake.

He stepped over a model race-track and scattered toy cars, advancing towards him. The former Tojo man didn't notice Kazama until he was in the kitchen. Then his instincts- dormant, but still there- kicked in. He jumped out of his skin, scrambling backwards.

"K- Kazama-san!" His eyes popped out of their sockets. "Sh- Shintaro Kazama-san!"

Kazama tilted his head, his fingers wrapped around the gun at his side. "Kiryu."

Takaya had always been quick on the uptake. That was exactly how he had escaped the Tojo Clan in the first place- he thought fast, and before anyone knew it, the clan's money was gone. Kazama could see his mind frantically ticking now, his eyes darting around the kitchen.

"How?" he asked. "How did you find me?"

"That doesn't matter." Kazama drew his gun. "Only one thing does, now."

All the colour drained from Takaya's face. His knees shook. "No. Don't. Please. Don't. Kaz- Kaz is upstairs. My baby. He's sleeping. Don't hurt him."

"The child has nothing to do with my mission."

"Please don't do it," Takaya whispered. "Please don't do that to my boy. He needs his dad."

There were tears of panic in his eyes.

"I'll find the money. I'll work it all off. I'll sell myself to Dojima if I have to! Just don't take me away from my son," Takaya begged. "Please, Kazama-san... please don't kill me... is all of this worth it? It was just money... not even that much... I never killed anybody..."

That much was true. But the amount of money and the weight of the crime didn't matter. Takaya Kiryu had disrespected the clan. Stolen its money and disappeared into the wind without anyone being able to find him. He thought he could get away from the system. And that only meant one thing in the yakuza world.

Kazama raised his gun.

"No..." Takaya took a step back. His voice raised, and he yelled, "Kaz!"

He turned to run, arm outstretched as though he were reaching for his son. "KAZ!"

There was a muffled bang. Then another. Two bullets struck Takaya Kiryu, and he fell.

Kazama could hear footsteps from upstairs.

"Takaya!" Kotone Kiryu came sprinting down the stairs. Her mouth fell open at the sight of her motionless husband, and she shrieked, "Kazama! You son of a bitch- you son of a bitch!"

Losing all reason, she flung herself at him.

Another bullet. This one hit her chest, and she dropped to the floor like her husband.

Kazama gazed down at the two bodies. Quick and efficient. That was Kazama's way. He took a step forwards.

"Don't."

He stopped, and glanced down.

It was Kotone. Blood was pooling around her, but she was staring at him, eyes bulging with rage in a way he would never forget.

"Don't... you dare," she rasped. "Don't... you touch... him..."

"The boy?" Kazama asked, voice neutral.

"Don't... let him... see..." she choked. "Not- Kazuma..."

"He won't," Kazama said. "He won't know about any of this."

A small voice sounded from the staircase. "Kaa-chan. Tou-chan."

Blood spouted from Kotone's mouth. "No...!"

"I won't let him see it," Kazama repeated. "And I won't hurt him. So rest."

"Rest...?" Kotone breathed. "I hope... he kills you. I hope... he... kills you..."

Kazama gazed at her. She was repeating the words like a mantra.

He shot her again, and she moved no more.

"Kazuma… I have something… I need to apologize to you for. Please forgive me, Kazuma. Your… real parents were killed… by me. Sunflower is… …an orphanage… for the children… of the parents I killed."

"... It's okay. It's okay, pops. To me, you were my true father!"

#anon #thank you for this idk if it's absolute ass but i def wanna get into this idea more deeply #yakuza #my writing #i just cant get over how evil it was for kazama to murder kiryus parents and insert himself as kiryus father figure

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