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khlur · 23 days
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passivetimber · 4 months
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do you think people will see me wearing my dean winchester tshirt and black boots at the bar and fall madly in love w me
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gffa · 2 months
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Hello! I love your posts about the Jedi, and I was wondering if I could ask you a question: What's something you would love to see explored with the Jedi?
Hi! I'm glad you're enjoying them, I love the Jedi and I hope I can help make being in the fandom around them a little more fun for people. <3 For me, my #1 wish for things I'd love to see explored with the Jedi: TELL ME ABOUT OUR FAVE JEDI'S APPRENTICESHIPS. I want to know so much more about Mace's apprenticeship, I want to know who was Shaak's Master, I want to know if Shaak and Plo were Padawans at the same time together, I want to know just exactly how Depa was a chaos gremlin for Mace, I want to know how much trouble Kit Fisto got into, I want more stories of Obi-Wan & Siri & Bolla & Pre being "a merry band of brats" as Yaddle called them, I want more stories of Yoda training Dooku and probably forcing Dooku to let Yoda ride on his shoulders! I want more stories of Luminara's time as a Padawan, I want more stories of Adi as a Padawan and what made her take the career paths she did, I want to know if Saesee was as much of a hellion as a Padawan as I suspect he was. I want to know more about various Jedi and their time as apprentices, rather than just more about Obi-Wan or Anakin's time as Padawans. I also want more worldbuilding on everything about the Jedi, I want to know what their schooling scheduling looks like, given how well-educated every Jedi we meet is, I'd love to know just how their classes are arranged, I want to know exactly what the layout of the Jedi Temple is, I want to know what special holidays the Jedi have that are unique to them, I want to know what special rites they have around their kyber crystals, given that they become extensions of the Jedi's soul. I want to know how the Force influences their art--there's statues and Force-sculpting and murals all over the place in the Jedi Temple, but the Force is more than just lifting clay or paint, at its heart is that it's your emotions that are your connection to the Force. Mace was a theatre nerd, how did the Jedi's psychic abilities work with that, did the actors project the emotions of the characters out into their Jedi audience? I want to know how emotions soaking into the walls affects the Jedi's way of doing things--when Anakin and Ahsoka get back to the Temple and can still hear the screams of the bomb that went off days ago, because it's echoing all around the space for them, how do the Jedi approach that? How do they try to mitigate leaving behind sorrow and pain and horror, especially in a hospital area where people are often sick and wounded? I want to know exactly what kind of games the Jedi babies play in the creche, especially since they would be teaching games, as the Jedi are a teaching-centric culture. I think one of the games mentioned in a book somewhere was a Jedi version of hide-and-seek, but what about cute little treasure hunt puzzles for developing psychometric skills? They have to pick up clues from the stuffed bantha toy to tell them where to find the next stuffed nexu toy, etc. each of the toys soaked through with warm, soft, comforting feelings by the creche masters to make it fun for the babies. There's so much that's under-explored (for my tastes, I've certainly cobbled a lot together to get a general idea of some things!) specifically through how the Jedi interact with the Force and to expand outside of just Obi-Wan or Anakin's time as an apprentice that I go a little gremlin-like just thinking about all I want to see explored!
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rosaline-black · 10 months
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well! in the spirit of being hungover, how about a fluffy hotch and reader where they're nursing their respective hangovers together after a night out with the team? i could see a debate occurring on whether or not pickle juice is an effective hangover cure.
Warnings: mentions of drinking!! Bau!reader since it’s my fave. Mentions of hangovers so maybe don’t read this if you are, I wrote this hungover and trust me it didn’t help. Also I reference rage against the machine since they’re my go to karaoke band. What can I say I love chaos.
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The pounding in his head was almost as distracting as the foot digging into his… well somewhere he would rather it not be digging. Last night was impromptu to say the least. He’d been getting into more impromptu situations since he met you, and usually he loved it. Hotch had been more spontaneous over the last few years then he had been his whole life. But sometimes spontaneity feels great in the moment, but not the day after.
This was a prime example.
“Honey… your foot…”
Hotch attempted to reason but if there was one thing he didn’t want to do it was piss you off. Rossi had once made a joke about your messy hair the morning after a pretty wild night out with the team. You didn’t speak to Dave for two weeks after that. It took flowers and a $50 bottle of wine to win you back over and honestly, Hotch didn’t like the idea of not hearing your voice for two weeks (and forking out $50).
“What…”
Your head was still very much smooshed into the pillow so your speech had been rendered into more of a groan then anything considered English. Aaron loved when you were like this. Pouty and a little bit scary.
“Your foot it’s… you’re kind of kicking me…”
At any other moment you’d giggle at how unsure the usually authoritative guy beside you sounded, but the ache in almost every part of your body was overshadowing any joy you may of felt. Moving your foot away from Aaron’s uh crotch area… you turned to open your eyes and face him.
To your surprise he looked just as bad as you felt. Lipstick marks all over his cheeks, dark under eye circles and you could still smell the aroma of lingering tequila which instantaneously made your stomach flip. And not in the head over heels way you usually felt when looking at your partner. It was more like ‘if I smell u any longer I’m gonna throw up the entire bar I drank last night’.
“Please brush your teeth…”
Aarons eyes visibly widened at your blunt frankly kind of rude statement. But who was he to tell you no. And well, you were probably on to something since the inside of his mouth tasted like hand sanitiser.
“Good morning to you too dear…”
Once standing, the full effects of his hangover kicked in. The trademark nausea and dizziness washed over him like a tsunami. Ignoring the overwhelming inclination to empty the contents of his stomach, Aaron successfully brushed his teeth and clambered back into his bed, grabbing a hold of you like you were his life raft.
For about fifteen minutes the pair of you laid in each others arms, cringing at the moments that led to your current predicament. Hotch remembered singing god only knows by the beach boys to you and unfortunately he also remembered Emily’s phone filming the entire thing.
“Did I sing rage against the machine at karaoke last night?”
Hotch snorts at the memory of you screaming ‘fuck you I won’t do what you tell me’ to the tune of killing in the name. Instead of telling you that yes in fact that did happen, he simply kisses your forehead.
Your phone screen catches Hotch’s attention next. You’re typing away furiously, like whatever you were searching for was of utmost importance. In fact Hotch had seen you put less effort into catching serial killers, which is saying a lot since he’s convinced nobody throws themselves into their job like you do.
“Honey you’ll smash your screen if you tap it that hard…”
“Do you think pickle juice will fix this?”
Now Hotch has two options. He can laugh and hope you’re kidding… which seems less and less viable the more he senses the seriousness of your statement. He lands on a neutral statement.
“…fix what?”
Your eyes roll and you tap at your head and then gesture to your face. He’s sure you’re trying to say you look bad but honestly, Hotch can’t imagine a lifetime where you don’t look perfect.
“This pounding in my head… this ache that’s making me want to lay down and die…” You shove your phone in his face and hotch attempts to not flinch at the brightness of whatever click bait wellness page you’ve stumbled across “… it said pickle juice cures hangovers… something about the acidity…”
Aaron’s arm circles around your waist and pulls you to lay on top of his chest, carefully taking your phone in the process.
“Here’s a hangover cure idea… you order some fast food… I’ll go fetch us some litre bottles of water and we’ll spend the day in bed… deal?”
Hotch hopes you give up on the pickle juice idea. He’s pretty sure there’s none downstairs and the thought of going to any kind of grocery store feeling the way he does sounds similar to walking the gates of hell. He hears your answer in the restful sigh you exhale.
“Deal…”
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megamindsecretlair · 1 month
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i need me some one night stand Sam smut, maybe they met at a bar or mutual friend’s wedding/any event. whatever your little heart desires i just know that it’s gonna be amazing especially with Sam’s nasty behind. ily 🩷
A/N: I know I keep apologizing, but I am SOOO SORRY! I did not intend for this to take so long. I know you said it's cool, but I can't help it. Thank you for being so patient with me. ILY, ILY!
Feel Like I Do
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. SMUT. Cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving), teasing, use of pet names, mentions of birth control, size kink, praise kink, one night stand smut.
Summary: See Ask. While out at a club for your friend's birthday, you bump into Sam. He's sweet, charming, and there's something achingly familiar about him. You go home with him, needing to see where this goes.
Word Count: 5,505k
A/N: When an ask kicks my ass, it kicks my ass!!!! However, once it finally came together, it flowed so beautifully. Thank you @planetblaque for helping me! ILY. This is based off of one my fave songs. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I love hearing your thoughts! I block ageless blogs.
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The cover band was too loud. You grimaced as you made your way past the press of bodies towards the bar. You could barely hear the singer and the instruments sounded disharmonious on top of it. You hated nights like these. Why couldn’t your friend’s birthday fall during the week? 
This was your favorite club but you mostly went during the week when you could sit back and relax. There were less people, less lecherous men, and you could actually hear who was playing. It was a great spot to discover new and local talent. 
You shoved past a guy leaning in some poor girl’s face. You dug your elbow into his side hard enough for him to turn around. The girl he was speaking with gave you a grateful smile while she took off, disappearing into the crowd. 
You waved innocently to the man. There was a small opening at the bar that you made a beeline for. As soon as you reached it, you lifted a hand to get the bartender’s attention. At the same time, a man bumped into you and raised his own hand.
“Hey!” You said.
The man looked at you and you gasped. He was so cute. Smooth chestnut skin, a neat goatee, and high cheekbones. He wore a simple outfit with dark jeans and a carmine T-shirt but he wore it extremely well. The shirt bunched around his upper arms, bulging under his massive muscles. 
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you! Please, go ahead,” he said. He waved for you to go ahead. 
“Thanks. You’re not a regular here ,” you said.
The man shook his head. “Trying to cheer up my friend,” he said. He pointed to a section of the club where the booths were. There were two men sitting there. One with blond hair and looked like he bench pressed entire trucks for a living. The other had darker, longer hair and was whispering something to him.
“Girl troubles?” You asked.
“Always is. I’m Sam,” he said. He held out his hand. You shook his hand and introduced yourself. It was warm and big, strong in a way most men these days weren’t. You reluctantly dropped his hand, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. You just met the man and there was no reason to feel so..connected to him already. As if you knew him. 
“What brings you to this madhouse tonight?” Sam asked. You both waved for the bartender’s attention, but he was too busy at the other end of the bar. It’d be a while before he made his way down this way. The other bartender was too preoccupied by a group of guys on the opposite end. Fuck, you just wanted a damn drink. 
“Birthday for my friend,” you said. You pointed to your friends in a different booth. They were currently whooping, yelling and throwing their hands up while they danced. They looked like they were having fun. It was the goal and you were happy. 
“Ah, so they send the errand people to grab their drinks, huh?” Sam asked. 
“Seems like. But we’re good friends, so we’ll grin and bear it,” you said.
Sam nodded. “Since we’re gonna be here a while, you mentioned that I wasn’t a regular here. Does that mean you are?” 
It was your turn to nod. You leaned on the bar and faced him better. There were too many people crowding on either side, screaming for the two bartenders behind the bar. They pressed against you until you were flush against Sam. To his credit, he did his best to get away and give you some room.
“Guess we’re getting personal tonight. How ‘bout your next drink is on me as an apology?” He asked.
Something about him was so disarming. It was unnerving. Your natural defenses were useless against him. Usually you were trying to get out of there as fast as you could. Picking up women in bars always seemed so cheesy to you. Full of bad pick up lines and beer goggles. 
Sam seemed as sober as a judge. And he smelled divine. Something earthy. Something that reminded you of taking hikes in the forest, faint mist in the air, and the sound of a small waterfall nearby. 
You hadn’t had much to drink but being near him was like you were buzzed. Like time was hazy and the only plane of existence was inside the club. You swayed a bit towards him. Drawn to his gravitational pull.
“I’d like that, but no apology needed.” You smiled at him, suddenly at a loss of what to do or say. Your body was becoming electrified. The sounds in the place receded to the background as your attention narrowed to Sam. 
“No apology needed, but how about an answer to my question in exchange? Is it strange that I feel like we know each other?” 
You grinned. Good, it wasn’t just you. You shook your head. “Right? Like what is that?” 
Sam ran through places that you might have in common. Like grocery stores, no. Or gyms, hell no. He ran around nearabout the Washington monument every day in the wee hours of the morning.
“If I’m up before the sun is up, shoot me,” you said.
He laughed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He had a good laugh. One that you wanted to hear over and over. 
“Not a morning person, huh?” He asked.
“Not even a little bit.” You were quite the terror in the morning when you woke up. As if the day owed you a personal favor for getting up on time. You had no time for morning chats or chores or anything that required brain activity until your first cup of coffee. Even then, it was hit or miss on how your mood would progress until the sun was higher in the sky and you didn’t feel like crawling back into bed.
You abandoned the drinks and simply talked to Sam. You learned more about him, about his time spent in the military and that he was a counselor now. You told him about your soul-sucking job and how you came here often to listen to local bands. 
He had a great voice that melted like butter around everything he said. And the way he told a story made you feel like you were really there. 
Every now and then, you would get bumped into and in turn, bump into him. Every push against his body was its own hit of dopamine. Every time he steadied you, his hands wrapped around your forearms, turned your brain to mush. Every time he smiled, you wanted to grab him and never let go. 
“We still haven’t gotten any drinks,” he said. 
You chuckled as you realized that you were probably talking to him for the last thirty minutes. In your own bubble, getting to know one another. 
You looked towards your friends. They were still dancing but were now on their phones. You pulled yours out to see the dozens of missed texts. The threats to call the police started. You texted them back to know that you were still alive and not kidnapped. You showed Sam and he laughed.
“We’re pretty bad friends,” he said. He looked towards his own. The situation looked a bit better. Maybe the dark-haired one was able to cheer up the blonde. 
“So bad! What are they gonna do with us?” You asked.
“Well, I still haven’t gotten you that drink but it doesn't look like we’re having much luck at the bar. I can’t let you leave without making it up to you,” he said. 
You grinned and looked towards the dance floor. The cover band had mercifully stopped and now the DJ was spinning records you could actually dance to. You turned your attention back to Sam. “How about a dance?” 
He looked towards the crowded dance floor and then turned back to you with a chuckle. “Think you can keep up?” 
You giggled and stepped away from the bar. You glided your hand across his chest and he looked down to follow the movement. “Can you?” You asked.
Sam smirked. He grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. The bottom of the floor was illuminated with squares of color. Neon blues, reds, and purples danced over you as you stepped onto the floor. 
You started bobbing your shoulders and getting into the rhythm. Sam followed your lead, getting closer and shaking his hips. His hands coasted along your exposed arms in your black tank top, pulling you closer and closer. You grinned at him. 
The song changed to a funky, techno type hip-hop song. It made everyone scream with joy. You popped your booty more to match the quick beat and Sam turned you around. He grabbed the belt loops of your jeans and pulled you closer into his body roughly, your back to his chest.
You twerked on him, rubbing and grinding your booty into his crotch. If you weren’t mistaken, he was definitely happy about that. He already seemed so thick and heavy behind his jeans but he had given no indication that his mind went there.
He dropped his head closer to your shoulder, his breath fanned across your damp neck. Sweat pooled along the slopes of your body. He switched up the way you were dancing on him, controlling your movements to the way he liked and you were powerless to do anything but go along with it. 
You slid your hand along the back of his neck and cupped his head. He moaned in your ear as you continued this dance, rocking with each other like you wanted to devour each other whole. 
You thought that feeling like you were the only two people in the room was a joke. Experiencing it with Sam was surreal as no one else mattered. No one else existed. 
He moved his hands from the belt loops to grab your hips. His fingers rode up your shirt a fraction so that he could play with your skin where your jeans stopped. Just that tiny bit of friction, his calloused fingers rubbing along your smooth skin, made your panties even more soaked than what they already were. 
You were in tune with this man. You felt him on a cellular level. Every breath of his tugged at your cells. Every sound he made tickled your veins. Everytime he ground his hips into you, to let you know nonverbally that he was feeling you,  was like a twitch in your muscles. 
Your bodies moved in sync. Neither one of you could keep your hands from roaming. Seeking. A compulsion for more and more. There was no end in sight. No limit for this need driving you. A need to feel him, all of him. 
Sam kissed your neck, licked right over the pounding vein in your neck and you dropped your head back against his shoulder. This felt too right. Too overwhelmingly good that you wanted to freeze this moment. To exist in limbo with him. 
His thumbs pressed into your lower back and you moaned. Sam continued kissing up your neck until you turned your head. Your lips pressed together, a mini explosion all its own that rocked you to your core.
His lips were warm, inviting. His breath was minty with a subtle hint of beer. He kissed as well as he danced. Perhaps better. 
“Come back to my place,” he said against your lips and then dived in for another scorching kiss. 
“Yes,” you answered, though he hadn’t phrased it like a question. God, you wanted to see where this could go. It was soul crushing to part for even a minute. You didn’t know him. But you felt like you did. Like you had known him your entire life. 
He stopped dancing and took your hand from his head. He pulled you off of the dance floor. “Meet me outside and then follow me to my place.” 
You nodded. You departed, holding onto each other until you’d either have to let go or risk injury. You watched each other until the crowd obscured him. You took a deep breath, returning to reality for half a second.
You poked your way through the crowd, reaching your friends at the booth.
“Who the hell was that?” Your friend, Alana, said and waved a napkin in front of her face. The birthday girl, Cece, nodded her head.
“Shit, I feel like I need a damn cigarette,” she said.
You waved them off. Your insides were jelly, a giddy nervousness that wouldn’t quit. “Will you hate me for dipping?” 
“One of us needs to get laid. Go ‘head girl,” Cece said and hi-fived you. 
“I love you, I love you,” you said. You hugged them both and made them promise to look out for each other.
“I’ll accept my name as the middle name for the baby ya’ll finna make!” Cece yelled and you smacked her arm.
“Nasty ass!” You waved goodbye and headed to the parking lot. You kept expecting for that feeling to disappear. That desperate neediness in your veins to return to Sam and never leave his side. But it never did.
It increased tenfold when you reached outside. The cool air fell over your sweaty skin like stepping into a freezer. It should have woken up your senses. You didn’t “do” one night stands. You didn’t randomly go with strangers and have sex. 
However, seeing Sam standing by his car made you want to jump his bones even more. He saw you approach and he smiled. 
“You can change your mind if you want to,” he said. 
“I don’t want to,” You said and smiled. 
He told you to follow him. Your eyes cataloged everything about him. The way he moved, the way he talked. The way he stood there and radiated peace and calmness like walking melatonin. 
You climbed into your car and followed Sam. He didn’t live far. He lived out in a bunch of townhomes, neat and tidy in their uniform rows. You supposed that to a military person, this would feel like home. 
Sam parked first and you parked in front of his place. He got out of the car and so did you. You made your way to him. Nerves prevented you from speaking but there was a comfortable familiarity with him that didn’t require words from either of you.
He grabbed your hand and led you into his house. It was tastefully decorated and most importantly - clean. There were too many grown men comfortable with living in absolute filth and had the nerve to think women were just supposed to excuse it away. 
Sam turned on a few lights, enough to see by. After locking the door and throwing his keys on the table beside it, he faced you.
He slowly approached, his eyes raking over your body. You felt it like a physical caress. His face showed nothing but appreciation and desire. He liked what he saw. And damn, did you like what you were seeing as well. He moved like a large cat, like a lion lazily stretching its muscles. 
He stepped to you and then tilted your head up by your chin. He grinned and then closed his eyes, kissing you softly. Reverently. Like it was a long-lost reunion after decades apart. You felt like you would float away at any moment. 
He deepened the kiss. He grabbed both sides of your face, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough. Your hands finally grabbed his thick arms, rubbing his shoulders and hanging on. He moaned low in his throat, continuing to be content with just kissing you. Tasting you. 
“Upstairs? I’m assuming?” You asked. 
“Beauty first,” he said. He let you go so you could turn around and head towards the stairs. You passed by pictures of him growing up. Two parents and what looked like a sister. There were more pictures of the sister with kids. Pictures of Sam with his unit. 
Sam placed his hands on your hips and escorted you to his room. He turned on a lamp and the light was a little harsh but still intimate. The walls were painted a deep, soothing blue. His sheets matched the walls and he had blinds on the window. 
He wasn’t much for useless junk. Everything had its place and section. He’d have a fit if he saw your place. It was clean, but you definitely tended to cherish trinkets, gadgets, or souvenirs. Proof of life. Of love. Of friendships and relaxing trips. 
You faced him with a smile. There was no rush here. Nothing to indicate that he was trying to pressure you in any way. You grinned wider and reached for your shirt, throwing it on the floor. 
Sam’s eyes widened, taking in your peek-a-boo turquoise bra. He licked his lips. Feeling emboldened by his obvious desire, you stripped out of your shoes and jeans, kicking them off to the side.
“I show you mine…” you sang. You grinned and sidled up next to him, reaching for his shirt. He helped you pull it off of him. Fuck, he was gorgeous. He was all smooth skin and muscle. Stack on top of stack. He took his physical health seriously. Your hands rubbed all over every inch you could reach. 
Sam’s heavy breathing filled the room as you touched him. You stared into his eyes and leaned down to place a kiss over one of his pecs. He grinned. “Like what you see?” 
“You know damn well how fine you are,” you said. 
“Don’t mean I don’t wanna hear it,” he said.
“You are so fucking hot,” you said. You might have drooled. Didn’t care.
Sam chuckled as he finally shed his own boots and jeans, revealing black briefs and an impressive bulge. You reached for it, ready to feel that too but he grabbed your wrists before you made contact. You pouted at him.
“I was raised to be a gentleman. So get your sexy, gorgeous ass on that bed and spread them pretty legs for me,” he said. 
Shivers wrecked you. There was no breeze in the house to blame it on. No whir of the A/C to excuse it away. His words alone had you rubbing your thighs together and grinning. 
You backed up into the bed, holding his gaze. He licked his lips while you sat down and then scooted onto the bed. He stalked closer so that he could maintain that shared look as you laid down and got comfortable on his plush mattress. 
Sam tilted his head at you. You rolled your eyes and spread your legs like he asked you to. He made a pleased sound that you felt down to your toes. 
He reached out and rubbed your thighs and legs, getting you used to his touch. He hooked his rough fingers around your matching panties and tugged them down. He whistled softly as he got a peek at your glistening center.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said. He looked up at you. As he descended down with a kiss to your tummy, he asked, “Can I taste it?” 
“Yes,” you breathed out. Your breathing turned choppy. 
He placed kisses along your lower tummy, not touching your pussy at all. His hands remained locked around your thighs, holding them open. He started to move down, kissing along your thighs. He stopped when he reached your inner thigh. 
“Can I play with it?” 
“Fuck yes,” you moaned. 
His fingers massaged your thighs, digging deep and finding knots you didn’t know existed. You moaned, unable to stop yourself from squirming under his methodical hands. His thumbs traced patterns as he massaged you, tracing small circles into your skin. He kept his hands moving, gripping and learning you. His thumbs caressed the inside juncture of your legs, where your thighs met your pelvis.
“Oue, shit,” you moaned. 
Sam chuckled and brushed his goatee against your skin. His face was smooth earlier but there were the beginnings of prickly stubble that rubbed along your thighs. You were unused to this type of teasing. Where it felt like your skin would melt off if he didn’t do something soon. 
He placed lazy kisses to your inner thighs, making each area tingle. You felt phantom kisses all over and you continued to squirm.
“Calm down, relax,” he said against your skin.
“How can I? You’re driving me insane,” you said.
“Insane? Good. I wanna drive you to total and complete madness,” he said. 
Fuck.
He kept placing these kisses along your skin and your body twisted and bowed off of the bed the closer he approached your pussy. You were probably already leaving a nice little puddle on his covers already. 
“Sam, please,” you sighed. His fingers felt heavenly but you wanted more. You wanted to feel him. 
“I’m sensing some impatience,” he said. 
“Hella impatience,” you said.
Sam chuckled. You thought he’d say something else. You thought you’d get a warning and brace for whatever it was that he did next. But when his tongue flattened against your pussy, you leaned off of the bed with a long moan. 
Your hands flew to his head, clutching him to you. He waited with his tongue against your pussy as you panted, twisted, and turned on the bed. That small act felt like a lightning strike. Sam kept your legs open waiting for you to calm down.
You took quick, choppy breaths trying to calm yourself down. This was so fucking embarrassing. You should not be this overly excited when he hasn't even done anything yet. 
You planted your ass on the bed and then Sam groaned, licking up run away arousal. “Fuck, you taste so good. So sweet,” he said.
Your laugh was breathy. “It’s uh, been a while,” you said.
“That’s okay. Me too,” he said.
“Is this where I find out something’s wrong with you to scare off women?” You asked.
Sam laughed, kissing your thigh and leaving a wet mark behind. “I can only say that I just haven’t found the right woman yet.” 
You were going to say something else but then he started licking in earnest. As if you were his own personal ice cream cone. He moaned more, settling further onto the bed. Then he really dug in.
You scratched his scalp as he ate you out. You couldn’t stop gyrating and grinding your hips into his mouth. He moaned and sucked and licked until your legs were shaking and you were screaming out your orgasm. Screaming at the ceiling and any neighbors nearby. 
“Oh fuck!” You shook and twitched. As you came down, you leaned up. But Sam gave you a wink and dived back down, licking you again and teasing your entrance with his tongue.
“Sam?” You asked, but ended on a moan. Your clit was sensitive and you twitched with every pass. 
“I ain’t done yet,” he moaned into your pussy. 
You made a garbled, panicked sound. The hell did he mean he wasn’t done? He continued to lick and suck, wet smacking noises bouncing off of the walls. Your moans mixed with his. Both of you totally dedicated to the giving and receiving of oral pleasure. 
Your tummy tightened, contracted, pulling another orgasm out of you. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” you chanted, unable to control your body or thoughts. You were out of your mind with pleasure.
Your lungs burned since you couldn’t draw in enough air to properly breathe. You felt dizzy and disoriented. “Oh fuck,” you said.
Sam leaned back and smacked his lips. You barely managed to look down at him over your belly. His lower jaw was drowning in your juices. He gave you a wink and kissed your thigh. “Okay?” He asked.
You nodded, too far gone to speak. 
“Good, I still ain’t done,” he panted. He took a deep breath and latched right back onto your clit. 
“Shit!” You yelled, trying to scoot away from him. Those muscles were not just for show. He pinned your legs to the bed, opening you up further. He held you in place as he returned to devouring his meal, heedless to your desperate pleas and cries. 
“Sam, Sam, Sam,” you said as you tapped on his head.
He lifted his head. “You okay?” 
“T-too much,” you said.
“Aww, need a break?” He asked.
You nodded, tears swimming to your eyes. “I’m still hungry. Give me one more,” he said.
“What!” He returned to your pussy, licking all around your clit and making your eyes roll back in your head. You were unused to this much pleasure, this much bliss. Before long, another orgasm was steamrolling over you and robbing you of breath. 
True to his word, he stopped and kissed up your thighs and rubbed his wet beard into your skin. He nibbled on your tummy. You felt all of this distantly, knowing he was doing it but what was one more sensation as you calmed down from your orgasm? Your nerves were on fire. Singed right down to the atom. 
Sam rubbed your stomach. You closed your eyes and snuggled into the feeling. Of the tranquility you felt by his side. 
“You are so mean,” you said.
Sam chuckled. He leaned over and started kissing your cheek and jaw. You faintly smelled yourself on him and it made you want to lick his face. His lips moved lower to whisper in your ear. “You should’ve warned me that you taste so damn good. I could spend all night in between your legs. Tasting that pretty pussy,” he said.
“Fuck. Sam,” you said. You turned your head to look into his pussy drunk eyes. 
He grinned. He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. “You’re really gorgeous.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” you said.
He laughed. “I hope not. I feel like I’d miss you too much even though we just met,” he said. 
You were completely limp as a noodle. You were relaxed and lethargic, incapable of doing anything more than concentrating on your breathing. However, you were a lady. 
You got to your elbows and then reached for his briefs. You cupped him, running your hands over the material. Even though the color was black, there were obvious wet spots there. Sam groaned, rolling his eyes back. 
He nudged his face against you, seeking your lips without opening his eyes. You obliged, kissing him and tasting yourself on his tongue. It was a heady thing. 
You did the same thing he did to you. You kissed along the corners of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, and his beautiful chest. You moaned your appreciation for his body as you climbed down his body, grabbing his briefs and tugging them down.
His dick sprang free. Slightly curved and smooth, the tip leaked with precum. You licked your lips and settled onto the side of him so you could take him in your mouth. 
“Fuck, me,” he groaned. 
You worked his shaft into your mouth, coating it with your saliva. As you did, you bobbed your head up and down sucking him all the way to the back of your throat. His groans spurned you on to go faster, further, wanting to hand deliver the same pleasure he did for you. 
His hips started to jerk the faster you sucked him down until he was pushing at your shoulders to get up. You wiped your mouth and looked at him quizzically. 
“I want to cum while I’m inside you,” he said. He gave you a dark, feral look that made your pussy throb. How was it that he was so damn gorgeous and generous on top of it? It was like you found a unicorn. Or a man built for your pleasure. 
You grinned. “I’m on the pill,” you said.
He closed his eyes briefly and took a few deep breaths. “Don’t tell me that,” he said.
You kissed his thick, powerful thighs and rubbed your cheek against his legs. The tiny hairs there tickled your face but you looked up at him. “I’m on the pill,” you said again. 
He groaned and then got to his knees on the bed. He kissed you, his big beautiful lips slanting against yours. He was a nasty kisser. Tongues dueling against each other, lips smacking, moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths. 
He pulled you onto your knees until he positioned you on your back. He fell over you and settled in between your legs, rubbing his large dick against your inner thigh. He humped you, grinding his dick against your clit.
“Please, please, please,” you chanted.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Hell yes, please Sam. Please, I need to feel you,” you said.
Sam grinned and went back to kissing you. He used one hand to guide himself inside you and you shared a loud groan. He was large. Stretching you to your limit. 
“Fuck!” You yelled.
Sam kissed you and waited as you adjusted to his length. He slowly worked himself inside until he was able to glide more easily, aided by your essence. Once he was down to the hilt, he paused and looked into your eyes.
“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he said. He kissed you again, sweeter this time.
Slowly, he began moving. He groaned and sped up as if he couldn’t help himself. As if every slide inside of you was like climbing the staircase to heaven. Before long he was pounding inside of you, pounding you into the bed while still kissing you.
You would never get enough of kissing him. Your heart felt like it was ready to burst. He was so damn sweet and caring while being absolutely fucking nasty. You had never had sex like this. Sex that completely enveloped every inch of you and lit you on fire. Sex that made you feel seen and heard and like your pleasure came first.
He was driving your ass into the bed with the force of his thrusts. “Fuck, Sam! Fuck, Sam!” You gripped onto his forearms, nails digging into his skin. 
“Hm, give me another one. Another one, beautiful,” he said. 
As if your pussy responded to the command, you were squeezing him as you were cumming. You shouted, loudly, your body curling in on itself as the orgasm rolled through you and over you. 
“Shit,” Sam whispered against your lips as he came. His hips were still moving to the pace he set, the momentum causing him to fuck his cum into you deeper and deeper. His dick pulsed inside, filling you completely. 
“OH, fuck!” You shouted. 
Sam dropped against you and you both caught your breath. He was deliciously sweaty, and all masculine energy as he laid on top of you. He leaned to one side to try and lessen his weight but you clutched his shoulders, hugging him.
“Stay, for a moment,” you said. He was the perfect size and weight to act as a weighted blanket. He laughed as he placed his weight back on top of you.
“You’re cute. And funny,” he said, nudging his goatee against your cheek. 
“You’re cute and funny,” you echoed. Even after everything you shared, you were hungry for more. He seemed to have the same thought. He couldn’t stop rubbing against you. You welcomed it, not willing to leave him just yet.
He softened inside of you and then slowly pulled out. You were sad to miss the feel of him on top of you. He pecked your lips and disappeared into an adjacent bathroom. You heard the water running and then he was returning.
He placed a warm washcloth to your pussy and gently cleaned you up. He grinned as you made incoherent noises. He finished and returned the washcloth to the bathroom.
“Will you agree to stay ‘till the morning? I make a mean pancake,” he said.
“Mean, you say?” You asked. You stretched out like a fat cat, working out little kinks and tweaks from vigorous sex. 
“Mean as hell. Probably got sent to jail a few times over it,” he said.
You laughed at his corny joke. He sat on the bed and waited for your answer. You smiled. “I suppose I have to see if you can back up this claim,” you said. 
“Oh, I can definitely back it up,” he said.
“Oh, definitely. Someone is definitely cocky,” you said. 
Sam chuckled as he helped you sit up so that he could pull the covers off of the bed. He grabbed another one from a closet in the hallway and then draped it over you. He climbed into the bed and snuggled up next to you on his side. 
You talked, giggled, and kissed until the wee hours of the morning. You hated to admit it, but the pancakes were definitely mean and slamming.
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Whew! Did you know I have a Sam series? Find more Sam here: The Secret Sam Wilson Files
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fairyellieee · 1 year
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Dating Eddie Munson Headcannons
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(credit to @vigilanteshit for the gif)
Is the type of boyfriend who (lovingly) bullies/teases you for something that you like. For example, your music taste, your fave foods, your fave artists etc.
He's very clingy because he was never really coddled when he was a kid.
Makes you a mixtape with his favourite artists because he has to "educate" and "influence" you on your "horrible" music taste.
You're the only one who's allowed to sit on his hellfire throne which makes the kids a lil pouty.
Will flirt with you during hellfire.
He counts teasing you as some sort of major flirting. He will literally think that you'd fall for him because of his teasing and immaculate humour.
Sometimes he's so annoying that you don't know if you like him or you'd like to punch his throat.
"I swear to God Robin he is so fucking annoying. He's literally getting into my nerves but- he's also hot as fuck and- he's so adorable when he does this face." You kept on ranting to your best friend Robin whilst she just listens and started smiling a lil bit from your realization.
"You are in deep shit, my friend. You are in loveeeee." She teased and that's when you knew, she was right.
"Shit."
You will always try to bother him and annoy him. You will take every opportunity that you have to annoy the hell out of him.
"Shut up Y/n." Eddie said trying to focus on his D&D campaign.
"What? I'm not doing anything." You said "innocently" but you clearly knew what you were doing.
"You're annoying me, shut up." He said again as a warning but you still kept bothering him. More specifically playing with his hair.
"But- you're so adorable when you're cranky Eds." Pouting, you go back to playing with his hair when he suddenly stopped and grabbed your hands.
"Shut up and stop that. Not in a rude way but in a gentle way 'cus I am this close to tying you up and duct taping your mouth." He said as he gestured at you and making this thing 🤏 (idk how to describe it)
"Your fingers are so close together Eds. I'm pretty sure you're royally pissed and who knew that the freak of Hawkins has some super kinky non-con dream of his..." You kept talking and talking and teasing him until he just sighed and went back to what he was doing.
As his lover, you will always be at the hideout and watch him play with his band. Always at the front, always shouting, and always supporting him no matter what.
You're his #1 fan.
You can be a little overprotective of him, especially with his reputation and stuff but you can't help it that you love him too much to just let his bullies get away with anything.
Babysitting the kids with him is pure chaos.
"Eddie! Stop letting Dustin eat all the cookie dough or I swear to god! You will not eat anymore cookies for a year, Munson!" You were trying to bake cookies at your house for the kids but the dough kept getting smaller and smaller because Dustin is sneaking a bite everytime you turn your back and Eddie is letting it happen.
"Lucas! Get down from the sink! Erica! Stop bugging Max about your brother! El! Just be a good girl like you always are, love you hunny. Everyone! Be like El for pete's sake!"
"Who's Pete?"
-10/10 would not recommend babysitting with Eddie ever again.
Will always do these weird noises when he's bored and he can't bother you.
Will 100% keep poking you when you're focused on studying or smh.
He's the best cuddle buddy out there! Literally so soft and cuddly at night.
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rivetgoth · 4 months
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Nobody asked but over the last couple of days I decided to listen through every mainline Skinny Puppy album (all formal LPs + Remission which is for some reason considered an EP, never fully understood that) from beginning to end in order of release. I've listened to all these albums 5 billion times and know them more or less by heart but it occurred to me after the last show that I don't know if I've ever done this.
After each album I wrote a little Twitter-sized review of it and highlighted a few standout songs. This is, of course, because I originally did this on Twitter. It was a really fun little post-concert activity so I figured I would share it here too.
Maybe even a good introduction if I still have any followers putting off checking them out...? 👀
Remission (1984). The one that started it all. Kind of. Simpler than the rest maybe but still so iconic. “Far Too Frail” continues to be my favorite, hearing it live for one of the encores blew my mind. “Film” as the encore opener also brought tears to my eyes.
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Bites (1985). Still simpler than later outputs but also still a classic. Has a ton of really underrated instrumental-heavy/atmospheric tracks, and “The Choke” and “Last Call” are perfect songs. “Assimilate” is legendary but unfortunately gets hardcore overplayed lol.
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Mind: The Perpetual Intercourse (1986). The addition of DRG is palpable. SP starts coming into their own and sounding less like a Cabaret Voltaire tribute band. Lol. Moodier, more complex, and lush with dark soundscapes. “God’s Gift (Maggot)” is one of the best.
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Cleanse Fold and Manipulate (1987). From the first beat of “First Aid” onwards, this is one of THEE quintessential Skinny Puppy albums. IMO the real start of their “golden era.” Contains some of my favorite songs of ALL time. “Addiction” is easily a no contest top 5 SP track.
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VIVI SECT VI (1988). One of the greatest. Noxious war zones, sterile hospitals, choking, burning, cold clanging cages in animal laboratories. One of the darkest, most nightmarishly psychedelic, heaviest, absolutely masterfully crafted albums. “VX Gas Attack” remains unparalleled.
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Rabies (1989). Hi Al. This album just oozes sex appeal. I never get tired of it. It has a deranged masculine militaristic machine gun energy unlike anything else. I’ll never tire of “Hexonxonx,” “Worlock,” or “Tin Omen.” And ending on the dreamy delirious “Spahn Dirge”… Goddamn.
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Too Dark Park (1990). A lot of people call this one THE supreme SP album. It’s legendary. Pure unadulterated Skinny Puppy. Sounds like home. An endless barrage of chaos and stormy monstrous polluted amorphous landscapes. “Grave Wisdom” is an all time favorite ever.
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Last Rights (1992). The most utterly mindblowing devastating masterpiece of an album maybe ever made. The cohesiveness of the themes, sounds, lyrics, imagery—pure art. It’s a terrifying and desolate hellscape. Flung into sonic Knowhere. “Mirror Saw” is pure perfect transcendence.
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The Process (1996). I have some trouble with this album—It can just make me very sad. You can both feel and hear the devastating loss. Barren and hopeless. Still, it’s TEEMING with absolutely rocking, heavy, guttural bangers. “Cult,” “Blue Serge,” and “Curcible” stand out.
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The Greater Wrong of the Right (2004). A personal fave. Forever enthralled by the dreary smoking futuristic cityscapes painted by the various textures across each track. An epic journey through destruction of civilization and the mind. “Goneja” is an easy top 5 SP song for me.
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Mythmaker (2007). Used to struggle with it, was even my least favorite, but it’s grown on me and I love it. A high octane reality-bending journey through alien dimensions and human mythos. If Ogre’s alien Other belonged to an album it’d be this one. I adore “Dal” and “Pedafly.”
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HanDover (2011). Grossly underrated and constantly written off, I ADORE this album. It captures a sort of dreamlike melancholic sharp surrealism unmatched by anything else, like rain falling softly atop a rusting metallic dystopia. “Gambatte” is a stand-out forever favorite.
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Weapon (2013). A fitting end. Nostalgic familiarity rejuvenated with sharp crispness. This one taps deep into my imagination; post-apocalyptic fantastical mechanical wastelands haunted by ghosts of the past. “Plasicage” is an all-time fave, and I love the reimagined “Solvent.”
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pookacangetit · 2 years
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Disney Song! Yuu [Submission Edition]
Submission by Seajellyx go check them out they're amazing this is amazing I'm combusting in happiness I-
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i absolutely love your disney song yuu stuff <33
i’ve been brainrotting about it recently, so here are some assorted thoughts:
so you know how there are certain games and media that incorporate music into their battles or fighting? like rhythm games or hypnosis mic? think of an mc that fights,,, with their voice.. they already sort of use their singing to help in certain situations, but i mean actually battling. 
learning different strategies and songs for certain situations, practicing or “sparring,” either with a partner or by themselves, learning which songs can pacify, which can harm, and which can heal, learning how different tempos and pitches change their impact. memorizing those songs by heart, and in the heat of battle, pulling just the right notes and lyrics to completely demolish their enemies with just a song.
imagine yuu learning as they go through their years at night raven, honing their skills until they’re able to heal or power up their allies, or demolish entire armies with hellfire or powerful shockwaves, just from a song.
on that note, a yuu that plays an instrument! 
i think that would make their songs all the more powerful, since the accompanying melody boosts the power of the lyrics. (bard yuu lol) the characters that play an instrument would definitely want to do a duet. there's not much to say ab it i just think it's neat.
yuu in the light music club
chaos ensues.
cater, kalim, and lilia are ECSTATIC, every cult member and/or yuu stan is clamoring to join the club (but oopsie daisy unfortunately we can’t fit any more members in our band :) sorry~)
and also yuu is banned from singing the Forbidden Tunes during club activities, for safety reasons
but they’re still a great singer! along with cater’s voice, lilia’s guitar skills, and kalim’s drumming, they make for a harmonic team. the band both writes their own music and does covers. (do you think that because twst is a disney game, any twst song or any song written in tw is a Lyric?? could yuu literally just write their own spells????!)
and the club does shows every once in a while! they even get cool themes and costumes. (tickets sell out shockingly fast, it’s brutal (azul is punching the air))
possible band names could be: siren and the songbirds (personal fave), nightingale(s), fantasia, and sirensong
me beating my boyband(gn)/faux kpop group au urges back with a stick
  yuu does regular performances at the mostro lounge!
sometimes they’re planned, sometimes they’re a surprise event, and sometimes yuu just gets up on stage and starts busting out the tunes
occasionally, it’ll be a big event, one that you have to buy a ticket/reserve a seat for. and the lounge is decorated and yuu has a fancy schmancy outfit and all that good stuff~
but most of the time it’s a more casual (as casual as mostro lounge can get, anyways) thing. it’s a regular night at the lounge, yuu is wearing a simple yet lovely outfit, and they’re up on the stage crooning some relaxing jazz~
azul is having the time of his life raking in that sweet sweet cash and some sweet sweet eye candy, floyd has had to be held back several times from hopping onto the stage, jade is just enjoying the music, and every yuu stan is either dying of happiness, or crying themselves to sleep (if they didn’t manage to snag a ticket/reservation)
(i like to think that pomefiore (mostly just rook and vil, really) and/or crewel does yuu’s hair, makeup, and overall styling)
finally i actually submitted these, sorry for taking so long lol
there is actually more where that came from so stay tuned? lol
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Seajellyx you amazing bean I just vwfafgbbdvca-
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georgieluz · 3 months
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okay, it's about time i introduce one of my favourite ocs for band of brothers. she's based off my close friend and favourite person @footprintsinthesxnd and is 1/3 of the three J's running about causing chaos for our fave easy company men
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JESSICA CAMPBELL | ALDBOURNE, ENGLAND | NURSE
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jess grew up helping her family run their village veterinary clinic. this provided her with the experience and conviction to sign up to be a nurse when the war broke out. she meets eugene roe during his time training with easy company in england, alongside her childhood best friend, julian owens. jess and eugene train together in preparation to heal the men they eventually grow to call friends and family, but can they help heal each other when it matters the most?
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this oc is a part of a shared world that jess and i write in, so to read some of jess' works that already feature her head over here
and to read about my other ocs head here
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sandovers · 6 months
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So I saw what I have to call my favourite ever production of Macbeth last night.
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Gushing ramble below the cut to prevent spoilers
Okay. Okay okay okay. So I think most people I’ve ever been “Shakespeare pals” with know that Macbeth isn’t my least fave (bc he has some early clangers lbr) but it IS definitely my least fave of the like. Big Plays. It just feels strangely hollow to me! No one seems to have any real complexity or inner character, and the parts all fit together sort of wonkily, and the witches are there but so underused, and, most importantly, Macbeth himself usually annoys the shit out of me
There’s no real reason behind anything, and I don’t mean that in the sense of enlightenment reason, I mean like. An understandable driving force. “Ohhh Macbeth’s fatal flaw is his ambition” No. Maybe that’s Lady M’s. But Macbeth’s fatal flaw is that he’s a blithering, spineless idiot.
But this version—the playwright calls it a “Cree takeover” of the Shakespeare and that’s such a smart way of putting it bc this isn��t just Macbeth in indigenous dress. It’s fully rewritten, partly in Cree, and set in 18…69, I think one of the characters said? Right in the heart of John A. MacDonald’s bloody push west under the banner of “Canadian unification”, at least. And all of the story elements & characters have been reworked to make sense in a Cree worldview and cosmology—so in this version, that hollowness is filled up, and it just. It all works together so well and makes so much sense, and the stylistic choices (it breaks off from western-style theatre into storytelling at points, so that it has the indigenous narrative style present too, and so it can be a “community telling” of the story (by which I mean that the storytelling parts work to flesh out the world, but also the different characters and their histories and motives and points of view)) work with these changes to flesh the whole thing out so well, and make it so much more urgent, and so, so smart..
And how it does this is just… entrancing to me. First of all, it always annoys me when ppl call Macbeth Shakespeare’s “darkest” play just because it’s got witches in. They’re barely there! and yeah I guess that’s an interesting question of like how much did they influence things and how much is on Macbeth blah blah all those things you talk about in high school English when you do this play.
But in this version they’re not witches. They’re coyote-like trickster creatures that the playwright calls wiyoyowak (“howlers”), and they’re very involved throughout the entire course of events. Yes they deliver the initial prophecy but they’re also there at other pivotal points (and the “warning” prophecy about death by no woman borne etc etc isn’t delivered by them, but by the ancestral spirits of Cree cosmology, which is in itself a fascinating choice). They’re constantly influencing Macikosisân in directions that will lead to chaos and (especially) bloodshed, and we see those moments, but we also learn that they’ve got more than one agenda and have been sharing information with the other characters too—because they’re tricksters but they’re also minions of a sort to the wihtiko (I’m still unclear if this is a direct 1:1 translation with wendigo, but I think it is, and the playwright did use the latter word in the talkback tonight, just to give a better idea of the creature i mean here—the cannibal spirit).
And that’s the crux, the heart of the whole play, its whole universe. Reneltta Arluk has taken Shakespeare’s strangely directionless “ambition” and she has translated it into greed, imagined and portrayed here specifically as hunger. The Lady M character, Kâwanihot Iskwew, is heavily pregnant and hungry in the way of pregnant women but also, she tells the audience in one of her storytelling moments, she has been hungry all her life. Her entire band died in a heavy freeze when she was a childand she was left to wander the woods, screaming and literally starving, until Macikosisân’s family found her, and that gnawing hunger never really left her. At one point she swears to her unborn child that he will never know hunger like she has. That is what she infects Macikosisân with. Not ambition. He becomes a paranoid tyrant just like Macbeth, yes, but it’s not about power in the same way, of sitting at the head of state. It’s about power in the sense of having the most, of greed. It’s about hunger and a fear of scarcity that runs so deep and sharp it becomes bloodlust.
And that’s what Macikosisân has and becomes: hunger incarnate, fully possessed by the wihtiko spirit until he is one himself at the end of the play. There’s some gorgeous shadow work done so that while he is always fully man on stage, the image of the spirit is also present:
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In the moments where Macikosisân wrestles with his hunger versus the Cree values, the wiyoyowak or other spirits are almost always present, even if just as ominous whispers. And each time he slides further from human, the wihtiko flashes up behind him. It’s stark, and can be super unsettling.
It’s just. It’s so smart, and sharp, and Jreally truly think it does an amazing job at taking a 500 year old play and making it live, making it urgent and available to contemporary audiences. The changes make it less about an individual question of the right and fitness to rule, and much more about what it means to be human, and how a human can become a monster. Which, okay, you could argue that that is also Macbeth’s trajectory, but the fact is, that play was written for James I. The slide there is about royalty and tyranny, not a communal bond of humanity. This play makes a big deal of the fact that it takes a coalition of different, previously unaligned, tribes to take down the monster. When you combine that with the communal storytelling aspects, and the hunger/wihtiko aspects, and the looming threat of colonization that is barely addressed because everyone is too busy inter-fighting, it raises the desperately important contemporary question of, what do we do with our fear and our perceived scarcity? Do we turn away or towards each other?
And all of this means it does the work of decolonization in a two-fold manner that is such a masterclass—both of the text itself, but also then in the way that it then makes Shakespeare, one of the only authors that are an absolute necessity in the standardized learning requirements in this country no matter where you are, actually speak to students normally so easily closed out from Shakespeare (I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the spark of the project was born in a residency that Arluk did at a high school at Frog Lake First Nation).
It’s just. I just loved it so much.
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Just so you know I WANNA BE YOUR FELLA CINDERELLA not only lives rent free in my mind, it is TORMENTING ME knowing at some point Erica’s gonna be live-streaming and talking about Stevie’s involvement in the previous years (SCOOPS TROOP!) and later the actual Stevie will walk in and her face will be revealed and somewhere in the world Eddie will fall off the couch and screech and explain to his band mates “guys it’s HER!”
And then Corroded Coffin official tiktok account will enter the chat (cuz come on they gotta wingman for their BRO!) and every time one of the kids freaks out that the band is watching the livestream Stevie blushes or trips over herself while Robin watches her unimpressed
I’m just very excited is all 😂😂😂
Believe me, the chaos is going to be unleashed 😂😂😂 I have so many plans and have so much yet to write BUT I swear to you it will be updated! I've just become a bit of a turtle these winter months and I've actually read real books? And not just constant re-reads of my fave Steddie fics? I don't even know who I am anymore lol BUT it's coming!!!!!
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I love each member of the LOT Band, but one of my very fave things was watching Harry and Juan Ariza become close during the European leg.
Ariza is a Colombian musician who’s married to bassist Elin Sanderg. He replaced Mitch during the AUS/NZ/Asia leg, but was really focused on shredding like Mitch, staying in Mitch’s spot on stage.
When Ny Oh left after that leg, Harry brought in Madi Diaz for guitar and female backing vocals, and kept Ariza for more guitar, keys, cello, etc. And with him and Pauli and Elin all together - delightful chaos, reminiscent of the 1D camaraderie.
Here are these fools during Mitch’s She solo:
Harry looks back at the audience to make sure the can’t clearly see as he…ah…”plays” the guitar frets with his tongue. 💀
And in Ariza’s goodbye post, look at the way they’re grinning at each other. There is such fondness and affection and respect and admiration.
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He seeks authenticity and emotional connection in friendship with all genders and it is such a great model for us all!
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igotsnothing · 10 months
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sims get to know me tag!
I was tagged by @aurorangen, who has one of the sweetest Postcard Legacy Challenges going on. I'm always struck by how pretty her game looks, how vibrant her screenies are--and Robbie's little angry face wins the internet. Thanks for the tag, friend!❤️
1. What’s your favourite sims death? Dying of laughter. I did not expect it at all and when it happened I was struck by the irony. One moment of hilarity=tragedy. This damn game!
2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? I like Maxis mix. If I love the cc, it doesn't matter.
3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nah. If the sim is active and enjoys exercise, it might happen naturally.
4. Do you use move objects? I don't think I could play without it.
5. Favorite mod? MCCC, WonderfulWhims, Pose Player + teleporter, Stand Still in CAS so I don't lose my mind with the occults hissing and spellcasting and howling.
6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? This will surprise NO ONE: VAMPIIIIIRES!
7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Like aLIVE because in my head it's like, "We are going LIVE!"
8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Oh, that's a tough one. I don't think I have a fave. I love Lou Howell, Morgyn + Caleb, Hester and Frederick, my starcrossed lovers, even poor little neglected Finn...But recently I've been having a lot of fun with Lawrence and Julian.
9. Have you made a simself? No. That would freak me out a little. I'm weirdly and irrationally superstitious (I know, I know...).
10. What sim traits do you give yourself? Bookworm, creative... goofball
11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? It depends on the sim and the hairstyle, but I do like dark brown.
12. Favorite EA hair? Again, it depends on the sim. I do find the loose side braid very flattering on most sims, though.
13. Favorite life stage? YA because more gameplay options become available and you feel like you have time to start things properly.
14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? It depends on my mood, but I do like coming up with scenarios complete with sims and elaborate locations. I guess I'm in it for the storytelling?
15. Are you a CC creator? I made two band t-shirts in simlish. I'd like to make more but I got lazy haven't had time lately.
16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I have this fear of bothering other people that is quite ridonkulous because this is social media and it's all about community. So far, everyone has been so nice, though! And there are several simblrs who have been especially kind, supportive, and fun/interesting to interact with!
17. What’s your favorite game? In the Sims franchise? Sims 4. (Otherwise, my other obsessions are Geralt of Rivia and Corvo Attano...and kicking Solas' arse someday)
18. Do you have any sims merch? Nope
19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? No
20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? Until earlier this year, I played The Sims off and on. I always found decorating relaxing. But then I tried out Pose Player, which led to wanting to share my screenshots, which led to creating a simblr, and then discovering Reshade, and Blender, and editing in PhotoShop...It's been so much fun learning about all these things...All because I wanted to try something different in my gameplay!
21. What’s your Origin ID? It's not worth checking out.
22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? OOOF! Have you met my Mods folder? It's organized chaos. I love ALL the creators because they make this game so much more beautiful and fun! I'd have to say that the creators I have the MOST cc from are Felixandre and Natalia Auditore (like, Natalia is my shepherd and I shall not want...)
23. How long have you had a simblr? I started this simblr at the end of March. It's fairly new-ish.
24. How do you edit your pictures? Sometimes just Reshade, sometimes a little Photoshop action, sometimes a bit of both.
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Other than the obvious, I really like Paranormal and Cottage Living.
26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I don't know, but I'm on board with the people who said they'd rather see improvements and fixes to what already exists. I mean, watching my sims walk past the kitchen sink to wash dishes in the bathroom is painful.
Who is gonna get tagged? Here are some folks I haven't seen as much on my dash (Tumblr algorithm wreaking havoc) and have been missing: @smok3inm1rrors, @silentsundown, @mlady-mimsy, @agena87, @magicofsimplestories, @m0n0lithical and anyone else who might be up for this❤️
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juststarsandthemoon · 2 months
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using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people
tagged by: @felixcosm (hello mutual!) I’m picking the band Angelspit because they have a lot of songs (so more accurate answers) and ive been relistening Krankhaus. 
what's your gender: Transition
 2. how do you feel: Stims
3. if you could go anywhere: The Great Cloud
4. fave mode of transportation: Stand in Line
5. your best friend: Pretty Dead Boys, Skinny Little Bitch, Hot Mess, Princess Chaos and Sexy Tragic Muse (I can have multiple friends)
6. favorite time of day: Sleep Now
7. if your life was a tv show: This Game is Stupid
8. relationship status: Love to Watch
9. your fears: Ditch the Rest
tagging: @noem-mij-repelsteeltje @lockoutkey @harley-the-pancake @nach0 @gr3y-heron @hopefulyellowlamp @transfucksmilfs (if i accidently left out one of my beloved mutuals pls let me know why are there so many of you)
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tricitymonsters · 9 months
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Do you have any recommendations for punk bands or music? I need new music.
I was literally obsessed with Lordi while growing up because we won Eurovision with him and some folk metal bands right now like The Hu which i think you would like both of those.
What would Mori listen to?
i LOVE The Hu, I've also been into a lot of Otyken and some Heilung lately too cause that folk metal shit is SO good.
As far as punk, I listen to a lot of older stuff (and I would never tell you i have good taste) so I might not be the best with what punk is most relevant right now but here's some bands that are usually on my driving around playlist:
The Bouncing Souls - kinda skatepunk, lots of punk love songs, a lot of feelings of nostalgia and growing up punk. Hopeless Romantic might be their best album.
The Queers - sounds like they recorded their albums in a bathroom, fun and melodic, lots of stupid goofy songs, covers, and some sweet love songs (From Your Boy). See You Later Fuckface is usually a fave of mine.
I'm on a huge Guttermouth kick right now. Fast, fun to run around to. I'm Destroying the World and Pee in the Shower are two of my faves.
Dead Kennedys - Posterchild political punk band, lots of strong anti-cop sentiment, etc. They're heavily distorted, fast, and angry but use a lot of satire in their lyrics. A classic.
The Vandals - Lots of stupid, fun, and fast songs. Great for high energy, classic late 90s punk before it really hit the Pop Punk divergence.
Pennywise - Angry, fast, political. Fuck Authority is something I Scream Sing in the car a lot.
The Toy Dolls - The only britpunk on my list, they SOUND like they've never taken a bath. Fast and silly, Nellie the Elephant has been banned in bars all over the world for causing absolute chaos.
Bad Religion, Anti-Flag, Death, The Misfits, Black Flag, Reverend Horton Heat, MXPX, NOFX, American Steele, and The Descendents are also honorable mentions.
Honestly a real good intro to 90s and earlier punk is a lot of the Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtracks and the Punk o Rama compilations. Its a good buffet of a lot of punk microgenres so you get a little bit of everything.
Mori particularly is kind of an older crust punk and doesn't discriminate super hard between punk genres. He likes everything from 80s alt (Depeche Mode and The Cure) to most metal genres. As far as punk, he's somewhere on the crust to skatepunk axis but as long as its fast and loud and hates fascist shit he's into it.
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frayed-at-the-seams · 2 years
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Top ten bl couples- 2022 version.
(This may change as new dramas come out). In no particular order. These are just the ones that I enjoyed the most for various reasons. Posting this just because I have watched so many shows that I have lost count, but yet these are my absolute faves.
1. Adachi and Kurosawa. (Cherry Magic). Such a lovely story about respect and overcoming anxiety. They have such a sweet relationship and their story was really well paced. I want to see more of them.
2. Yoohan and Yeonwoo. (Color Rush). I loved their story and was so upset about season 2. They had such great chemistry and were literal soulmates.
3. Sarawat and Tine. (2gether). This was such a dorky but sweet romance story and season 2 only made it cuter. They had such great chemistry and I loved their interactions.
4. Mark and Ouwen. (Love is science). Even though they were a side couple I loved their story and the found family they created. They also had great chemistry and character development.
5. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu. (Word of honor). Two messed up and traumatised people band together and accidentally created a family while causing chaos. Loved their dynamics.
6. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. (The untamed). I have always loved these two from MDZS. They are such opposites but fit so perfectly.
7. Togawa and Nozue. (Old fashion Cupcake). I loved their banter and their relationship development. Their age gap was perfectly incorporated into the show. I wish the series was longer so we could see more but the few episodes were also amazingly well paced.
8. Arthit and Kongpob. (Sotus). They were one of my first dramas and I have had a soft spot for them ever since. Grumpy cat and smitten puppy is a perfect dynamic and I love it.
9. Jack and Zhao Zi. (History3: Trapped). Sunshine and sunshine protector with such a great storyline. Mercenary and a policeman with a surprising little amount of drama considering their backgrounds. They’re just so sweet and I love them so much.
10. Jang Jaeyoung and Chu Sangwoo. (Semantic Error). They had such great enemies to lovers plot and the height difference was adorable. They had me hooked by the first episode and their interactions are everything.
If you haven’t seen any of these shows then I high key recommend.
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