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shmeddieshmunson · 2 years

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The Routine

Eddie Munson x Transmasc!Reader, 18+, cute but then smut, smoking, drinking, making out, fingering, Eddie x You +"good boy"

Smut one-shot ~3k words, minors do not interact

Knock knock knock-knock-knock! You drummed rhythmically on the door with your knuckles.

You scanned the edge of the pool of yellow light that washed over you and the front porch of Eddie’s trailer. Moths and mosquitos flitted around. The park was calm, but you could hear the muffled sound of music and voices from neighboring trailers. Could see vague movement in some of the lit windows behind the curtains.

The warm summer breeze carried away the smoke from the cigarette that hung between your lips, and you could hear the crickets, cicadas, and frogs.

Knock knock! You heard from the other side of the door before it swung open. You whip your head forwards again and come to attention.

“What do you want, punk?” Eddie spits, locking his hip and obscuring the doorway, his voice almost sing-songy with his faux toughness. He’s backlit by the warm lights inside, face highlighted yellow with dramatic shadows. You grin and pull the cigarette from your lips, but he plucks it from your hands and takes a drag before you can even lower your arm fully.

Slightly slack jawed and awkward, you just kind of freeze there in awe, and he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Well??” he demands, his mouth starting to curve upwards.

“I uh…” you clear your throat, “I’m here to see a guy… about a thing...” There’s a brief pause that feels longer than it is as he exhales the smoke in his mouth. “C’mere–” you lean forward quickly and hook your finger into one of his belt loops, and stuff the other into his hair, pulling him into you for a hard kiss. He laughs into your mouth, finally cracking and relaxing, leaning the front of his body into yours.

“That was really the best you could come up with?” He teases you as he takes a step back, "A guy about a thing?" He moves quickly like he’s going to punch you in the gut, “uhn!” he exclaims playfully, his fist stopping jerkily before it connects, and recoiling. Then he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you indoors with him.

“Look, I came here to smoke and to make out, not to start writing our comedy show,” you quip back sarcastically.

He walks across the room and into the kitchen and pulls open the fridge door, tongue absentmindedly sticking out between his smiling teeth.

The trailer already has a smoky haze to it, and you plop down on the worn but comfortable brown couch, beginning the routine you two have developed together over the months. You reach into your jacket’s chest pocket and pull out a small hand painted tin, which you lovingly refer to as your Go Pack. Eddie had gifted it to you for your last birthday, and intricately decorated it with snakes and dice, as well as your initials.

You run your thumb over the slightly raised design, then pop it open and pull out the spliff that you already have rolled for the two of you. Eddie walks over to the couch with two beer bottles clinking together in one of his hands, and an ashtray in the other. You look up at him and there is a flicker in both of your eyes as they meet, and you flash him a brilliant smile. He sets everything on the small coffee table.

“Care to do the honors?” You ask, head tilted up, looking at him. You motion the spliff and lighter you’re holding towards him.

“Ooo, don’t mind if I do,” he takes them and bounces himself down on the couch, thigh pressed up against yours. The lighter flicks to life and lights up his face as he settles into your side and you rest your arm on the back of the couch behind him. His cheeks hollow around the joint as he sucks in to spark it, and you’re taking in all the details of his soft and angular face.

He looks at you and raises his eyebrows slightly before billowing a puff of smoke between you. You laugh lightly through your nose, and take the joint from him, your fingers brushing his on the filter.

It’s his turn to stare as you inhale, but you pretend you don’t notice.

“You always look so hot when you smoke,” he says with a lowered voice, eyes scanning from your lips to your eyes and down again. You let a smug smile creep onto your face and exhale the smoke out of your nose. You take another drag, but instead of passing the spliff you hold it away and lean your face towards Eddie’s. He knows that cue and meets you halfway, parted lips meeting yours as you blow the smoke into his mouth while he inhales, ending it with a flit of your tongue and soft open mouth kiss. You hum into his mouth as he returns the kiss, and holds the smoke for a moment before blowing it out again. “Damn,” he rasps.

“Yeah, damn,” you rub his shoulder with your thumb and look at him through your eyelashes. Without breaking eye contact you pass the spliff over. The two of you spend several minutes doing this; lazily kissing and admiring each other while you shotgun hits back and forth, and slowly burn the spliff to the filter. You make each other laugh, and cough, and neither of you can keep your hands off of the other.

That's how it goes.

He pulls away to set the butt of the spliff that went out a minute ago into the ashtray.

“Shall we relocate to the dungeon,” he croaks in a cartoonish voice, and arcs his arm dramatically towards his bedroom. You throw your head back with a laugh, and don’t catch him fawning briefly at your exposed throat.

“Yes please,” you say with a mischievous smile on your face. It was ridiculous how much this boy made you smile.

You quickly push up off of his shoulder, pinning him to the couch while you get up first. “Hey!” he grunts, and pushes you a little when he catches up a moment later. You both laugh and stumble towards the other room, knocking into each other, racing to get there first. He does, but he steps aside, bows, and sweeps his arm like you’re royalty, letting you pull ahead at the last second.

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” you coo. As soon as you cross the threshold of his room you start shedding layers, and Eddie clicks the door shut behind you. “My uncle shouldn’t be home until late, but, yanno..” You glance over at him and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Better safe than sorry.”

He closes the distance between you and grabs the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head for you, before pushing you towards the bed. You happily oblige and fall onto his bed, the blanket cool under your back and you close your eyes and take a deep breath, soaking up his smell. You feel as he presses his shins into the edge of the bed with one of your knees between his. When you open your eyes, he’s looking down his nose at you, long hair falling around his face. His energy has shifted away from the playfulness you came into the room with, and when you meet his eyes again, it gives you butterflies.

“Hi,” you say breathily. He kneels one leg between your thighs, and starts leaning over you, planting a hand by your head on his descent towards your face.

“Hi,” he whispers into your mouth, just barely keeping from brushing his lips against yours, and holding your gaze still through his eyelashes. You lean up to connect with his lips, and the movement shifts you down into his knee on accident. Your breath hitches, but it gets lost in the kiss that’s exploding between the two of you. You move your hips on purpose now for a little bit more of that friction and let your eyes flutter shut. He smirks and runs his free hand down your chest, over your stomach, and grabs the waist of your jeans. He pulls and presses, helping you establish a rhythm against his knee and thigh.

The intensity of your kisses amplifies, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He sucks on your top lip, and nibbles at your bottom. His tongue traces your teeth. Your hands are running all over his back, up into his hair, and up and down his chest. Restless and grabby.

He ruts your hips into him with a particular gusto, and you can’t help but moan.

“Mmmm, get up on the pillows for me,” he rumbles, and he licks a stripe up the side of your neck before yanking the waist of your pants the direction he wants you to go.

You make a little sound of agreement, and use your elbows to scooch backwards. He drops his other knee to the bed, and watches you wiggle into a comfortable position while he begins the slow crawl up to you between your legs. Again, his dark and intense gaze sends a ripple through you. You can see the slight bulge in the front of his jeans and it makes you throb a little more in your own pants.

He kisses a line along the top of your waistband, then slowly starts to kiss a trail upwards. Holding himself above you he kisses your stomach, past your belly button, up to your chest. He veers off center and takes one of your pierced nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls over it as it hardens and you take up fistfulls of his hair as he sucks on it. You groan and let your head fully relax back, the feeling of his tongue and teeth grazing your sensitive skin and the metal nestled in it zings into your core.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whimper as he licks and kisses his way across your chest to torture your other nipple. Sucking on one, and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, grunting and groaning when your hands tighten in his hair. You’re already becoming a wet mess for him, and he knows it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t drag it out.

His hands find their way to the front of your pants again, but this time he pauses. “Baby, I wanna feel you so bad,” he drawls, and you exhale hard at his words. “Can I?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, biting your lower lip a little.

He unbuttons your pants, unzips the fly, and starts pulling down on the waistband of your jeans and underwear simultaneously. You lift your hips into the air to make it easier for him, and he leans down to plant a kiss on your abdomen in response as he slides the rough material down your thighs. When you put your hips down, he sits back on his knees briefly to finish pulling them off of you and then reclaims his spot between your thighs.

Only now, the situation is a bit more intimate. He flashes a rogue smile at you, before zeroing in on the exposed heat between your legs. His rings glint in the light as he brings his hand to you, tracing sporadic shapes beside your lips and across the top of your mound before dancing over your swollen clit. Your eyebrows jam together as you let out a long sigh. You love the feeling of his fingers putting pressure on both sides of your clit, helping it pop out from under the hood even more. He dips his finger into the pool of grool that's gathering at your hole, and draws a string of it away, very obviously enamored, eyes wide. He does it again, but this time, sliding two fingers over your entrance, up your clit, and then bringing them to his mouth to lick off your juices. He moans around his fingers, looking up at you. The hunger that’s burning in his eyes makes you clench.

“Are you all wet and hot for me? huh,” he murmurs, and drips a glob of spit onto his fingers. He rubs outside of you briefly once more before pushing two of his wet fingers into your cunt and curling them. “Mmmm, yeah, good boyyy,” he groans out, feeling you pulse and drip around his digits. His voice sounds like honey, and he can’t pull his eyes away from your soft skin stretching around his fingers, his rings contorting the skin when he’s deep inside you.

You gasp and swear when his fingers brush up against that rough spot inside you, and you try to keep your hips still with the help of his firm hand pressing down on your abdomen. Then you start babbling pleases and vague begging. Your whines pull him back to this planet, and he looks up at you.

“What is it?” he almost taunts, “you feel good?”

“Yeah, but–” you gasp as he curls his fingers again.

“But what?” He likes making you squirm and struggle, likes making you feel so good you can’t finish your sentences.

“Please, more, I need more,” you look down at him, eyebrows still furrowed, mouth agape, and eyes pleading.

He laughs lightly and plants a sloppy wet kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan. Flicks his tongue over your tiny erection several times.

“‘More!’ he says,” he teases you, as he pulls his mouth away. But, he doesn’t hesitate to jam a third finger in your wet pussy and pick up the pace. You spew profanities littered with his name, all throaty and loud, your back arching and your hips rutting, but he pushes down from your stomach again, which just makes you flood with more juices.

The steady rhythm that he’s rocking your body with from the inside out starts to build inside of you, a deep ache in your guts that makes your legs start to shake.

“God you're such a hot little mess,” he spits between bared teeth. His breath is starting to wrack his body, and his face is scrunched up in lust and focus.

“Ooooo yeah, Eddie, fuck,” you pant, “Eddie you make me feel so good. You– fuck– you make me so wet– nnnn,” your praise and whines are like music to his ears. He doesn’t want you to stop making those sounds, ever.

But he does want to make you squirt.

“Can you take one more, baby?” he asks courteously. He knows you can, just wants to make sure you want it. You nod your head. “Mmmmm, ask for it then, babe,” he slightly slows his three fingers and focuses on just curling them against your inner walls for a moment.

“Ah! Will you, please–nnnnn…. Please put another in me Eddie, I want you to stretch me out.”

“Ooo hoo hoo, good boy,” he tells you, and he pulls his fingers out of you. You wince at the sudden emptiness. He locks his eyes on your face as he tastes you on his fingers, keeping a steady motion on your clit with his other hand. Then he flattens that hand and speeds up, making you drip and clench and pull your legs together at the shift in feeling. He firmly pushes your legs back apart, and then shoves all four of his fingers into your cunt. You make this animalistic, guttural moan scream as he goes right back into his body shaking rhythm from before. Except now, he’s basically grabbing your whole cunt from the inside, and rocking your hips down into the bed and up towards him, and it’s driving you fucking crazy.

Very quickly the tension builds inside of you, and before you can even turn your desperate sounds into real words to warn him, your orgasm crashes over you, and a wave of pleasure rolls through your body. You clench and jerk and your pussy floods and gushes around his fingers, the wetness rolling down his wrist and onto his bed.

“Good BOY! YES, ooo, come all over my fingers, baby,” cooing and groaning, and his face is flushed, mouth open in disbelief. “You’re so fucking hot, yes,” he keeps the stream of praise flowing, but you’re barely tracking it over the rush in your ears and the sound of your own heartbeat. He pets your inner walls a few more times before you start flinching at the stimulation, and he slowly slides his hand out of you. He kisses your inner thigh, and bites down. You yell a little in surprise, before giggling back into a pant to catch your breath.

His fingers and his rings are extra shiny in the light now, dripping every now and then, and he is looking at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Goddamn, godDAMN,” he says with a slap to your thigh, he bites his lip, and then he moves to lay down next to you.

“What can I do for you? If you give me a minute you can fuck me…” you start as your breathing regulates, his body warm and sweaty against yours.

“Well, funny story…” he says sheepishly, “I’m actually uh, pretty sorted out.” You look down without even thinking, and sure enough, in place of the tent he had pitched earlier, there is now a wet spot coming through the denim.

“Oh my god…” your voice is soft and almost a laugh.

He starts to splutter, looking defensive and not finding the words he wants before you cut him off. “No– good oh my god! Like, oh my god that’s so fucking hot that that made you come in your pants,” you grab his face and study him with your bright eyes and amused smile. “Like it’s a little funny, but holy shit, I love it.”

He lets out one laugh and scrunches his nose at you, “Alright, alright, whatever.” He kisses you so you don’t have to keep talking about it.

“I’m gonna go roll up another joint,” he declares, pecks you on the lips, and grunts when he stands up.

You watch him leave the room with an unwavering smile turning up the corners of your mouth, and glassy eyes. After a couple more deep long inhales and exhales, you trail after him.

#y'all im so whipped and down bad for this boy #eddie x transmasc #eddie x ftm #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #service top! eddie #switch! eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #also i am desperate for feedback #i havent written smut in god knows how long #my inbox is open come be gay or tell me what you think #my writing

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leclerced · 1 month

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i need oscar to be jealous of my guy best friend or smth and then tell him hes gay

it happened to me with my ex a few years back and the mf was JEALOUS jealous. never been fucked so good in my life🙏

(I live for oversharing sorry everyone🫶)

clearing out inbox/drafts

you play it up when you realize oscar’s jealous and it results in great sex. nothing crazy, you just talk about him a little more. invite him over to hang while oscar’s at a race. you don’t keep it secret, in fact, you tell oscar every detail. before bed, you talk on the phone and blabber on about the movies and shows you watched with your best friend. he comes home and ravishes you every time. you do a little experiment. race weeks where you don’t mention him, you go to bed a few hours earlier.

one night, oscar almost chokes when you mention shopping with him and say, “i got a little surprise for you! actually, he helped me pick it out. he thinks you'll really like it.” you refuse to give any details other than, "well, technically, it's for both of us." he’s imagining you picking out lingerie with another man after that and it makes him feel sick. he comes home to a new blender and fucks you on the counter next to it, glaring at it bc he's mad another man suggested it to you.

a few hours later, you're painting your nails on the couch while watching a movie and say, "oh! i forgot, nate wants to go on a double date later, he wants us to meet his new boyfriend." you finish the last nail, close the cap and set it aside.

oscar just stares at you for a moment before sputtering, "boyfriend?"

you hear the confusion in his voice and match it in yours, raising your brows in confusion for good measure, "yeah?"

"he's gay?"

you cock your head and blow on your nails, like he's asking something obvious. "yeah?" you sound bored now.

"hmph. you could have said that sooner. you said you went shopping and got me a surprise, i thought you went lingerie shopping with him.”

you can't help but giggle, "why would you think that? the blender was your surprise.”

oscar huffs, nudging at your calf with his foot. "you said you got me a surprise we could both use. every time you say that, there's a new matching set. said he helped you pick it out." you gasp as he calls you out on the pattern. he squeezes your side and you jolt as his fingers dig into your ribs, "you did that on purpose, hm? wanted to make me jealous?"

you shake your head quickly, "no! i always hang out with-" he suddenly pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him, you jerk your hands up in the air to avoid brushing your wet nails on anything. you squeak, “my nails are wet!” he presses your hips down against his and it takes everything in you not to drop your hands down to tangle in his hair or feel up his chest and arms.

he nods, and drags one hand up your side, all the way up until it reaches your wrist, he grabs both in one hand and drags them towards the shelf above the couch, “you won’t need them. hold the shelf.” you brace your hands on the shelf, carefully planting your hands flat on the surface to protect your nails, and he drops his hold to bring his hand back to your waist. his voice makes your stomach flutter when he adds, “keep them there. i’ll give you what you want. no need to make me jealous.”

you open your mouth to apologize, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours as he grinds your hips down on his own.

#ask #anon #ok im falling asleep #good night babes #op81

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sgiandubh · 3 months

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Interesting 🤔

https://www.tumblr.com/outlanderskin/740526433423802368/today-i-was-thinking-if-i-were-a-famous-person-i

Dear Famous Person Anon,

I read what @outlanderskin wrote with great attention and I agree with roughly every word in it.

I can only offer you my own view/experience of it, after more than 20 years in several Government jobs, all across the board. I can tell you, for example, that every single day (yes, even on Sundays!) two different press reviews hit my inbox. Our own MFA's Global Press Review (this is how you find out, for example, what the South African or Mexican or Chinese press wrote about your country, if anything of note happened). Also, the Local Press Review, which is much more interesting and which usually comes from the host country's central news agency. The Local Press Review is a short, generalist overview of the main news and you have to read it while having your frappé and koulouri. This is often where you'll fish out ideas for your day: make a couple of phone calls, check the info, invite someone you know for lunch in town and eventually write home a short report, if needed.

If I were these people's PR agent, I would surely have somebody paid to monitor press on their behalf. But Tumblr? That, Anon, is a stretch, even in my world: we never read local blogs, unless they are involved in a local media scandal, or something. And, sorry to burst some people's bubbles and bruise some egos here, but: you can boast around all the Sources and Timelines you want, you will still be just another gossip blog. Nothing less, but nothing more.

This is exactly why such an inordinate interest for Tumblr, who made it on mainstream global media, via C's Vanity Fair diatribe, will always make me raise an eyebrow. Think about it: had it been S, the ABC crowd would have opened their champagne bottles (gay! closeted gay! cheap cover up!). But it was C, someone with the 'perfect press story'. Why even bother? I shall let you draw your own conclusions, Anon.

Plus we all know they read us and sometimes react and, to be honest, it's plain to see. It's not the 'if', here: the 'why' is one of the keys to this whole shitshow.

I hope this helps. Thanks for asking!

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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simpjaes · 2 months

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u liking metal aswell is wild cuz as u said people who like metal usually dont fw kpop & vice versa 😭 people who cut others off cuz of the music they listen to are sooo odd i’ll never understand that!! i mean who cares cuz at the end of the day ure the one enjoying the music, not them

best believe if u yap abt ggs or female soloists again my ass will be all up in ur inbox ..

me talkin bout music n sharing songs i love:

i don't think i said ppl who like metal usually don't fuck with kpop, as i know there's a huuuuuuuuge amount of ppl who listen to both music genres but like, i was strictly into metal for a long time, and most of my friends were metal heads and met through bands i loved, i guess it could be expected when i pop out with the super junior rokkugo back in the day like "THIS MY FAVE SONG RN"

i can't tell you how many friends i lost because of the elitism when it comes to music. don't get me wrong, im egotistical as fuck when it comes to what i listen to but i also don't judge until the judgement is dropped on me lmfao. i did lose some friends even when i was still a metal whore and started my love with dir en grey. always "they're too gay" "they look like women" and "how can u even understand that?!"

those same ppl argued they preferred me when i would fixate on dir en grey rather than big bang and suju (mind you, this was a long time ago. i do not stan super junior.)

either way!!!! im a big fan of music. BIG BIG FAN OF MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!! boy groups are usually what i gravitate towards in terms of kpop but i very much enjoy girl groups too.

MUSIC SHARE TIME:

I STAND BY THE STATEMENT THAT THESE COULD BE CONSIDERED THE BEST SONGS EVER MADE!

#ask #anon #man i just keep yappin'

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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Pardon me I had to take a moment for my gay ass to recover from the pet names as well as to double check with your rules list, this ask is gonna look long but it’s only because I like to make it look more organized and explains when I can, it looked like a lot but of course it’s all headcanons and will be as long as you please (And of course if you wanna do one for another go ahead)

1. CB x s/o who gets spooked WAY to easy for a night guard

2. CB x s/o who absolutely refuses to shock the animatronics

3. The living embodiment of a golden retriever

4.CB finds out s/o has accidentally befriended every rat and mouse in the pizzeria (and absolutely does not want to get rid of them)

Angst/ s/o died and is a robot now, below

5. CB x s/o that got axed, a crate gets delivered to the pizzeria, open it up, guess who walked out with all memories intact ( s/o has a dad that also makes androids, not related to afton in the slightest, in grief of his child getting yeeted he makes a new line of security animatronics one of which to house the soul of his kid, there generally average hight like 5 foot ____, with bullet resistant plating, flame retardant elastic “skin”, able to dispense multiple first aid equipment, able to glow in the dark, the works

6. SB x same s/o but instead of being revived to protect they got revived and ran the new pizzeria, similar situations but baby is in the room where the salvage thing takes place and guess who walks through the door

7. SB x s/o who fixed her and the other animatronics up so they can preform again ( if they want to, it’s all optional and afton is in the time out box)

8(last one I promise) CB x same robot s/o who forgot to charge( they got something like those pads you lay something on and it charges but it’s like a bed) so one day they come in all sluggish and ALMOST made it , but then shuts down right befor getting there.

So sorry for the ramble but if I can think of one idea I can think of 2 more etc , thank you for your ever so wonderful and valuable time : )

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~𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 w/a Darling Who Refuses To Shock Animatronics~

I CHOSE THE SECOND ONE BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE, GORGEOUS 😍 I might do the first one at some point because that one is FUUUUN :D

Like with the C-3p0 request, there are a ton of requests in my inbox that I was unable to see because Tumblr glitched and I couldn't scroll down in my inbox, no matter how many times I tried to get it to work :( SO This was going to be done literally like forever ago, but I couldn't SO HERE IT IS NOW DARLING

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING WITH MY BABY GWORL I LOVE HER 😭

~Enjoy~

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𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂

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~She is beyond appreciative.

~Shocking an animatronics's entire body kind and system, to her, is abuse, even if it isn't that painful due to being something that cannot feel pain.

~Because they can still feel emotional pain.

~It also makes them bug out often.

~Your refusal to give a "controlled shock" seems to automatically make her take a liking towards you.

~She'll bring it up, too, and tell you that your empathy and justice are so admirable.

~The other animatronics (especially Ballora) are very happy about you not wishing to electrocute them like all the other cruel people do.

~Baby is very concerned at the fact you won't, though. She's happy you don't. She's happy you genuinely care for the well being of the animatronics, but,

~It is required that you shock them when they do not behave.

~What if you get...fired?

~She wouldn't ever see you again.

~"Perhaps...enduring the pain...will be alright in the end. If I can continue to see you, my dear friend...If you are terminated from the Pizzeria, I will never see you again. So maybe...maybe the pain will be worth it..."

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WE LOVE A LIL' TEENY BIT O' YANDERE BABY >:))) Like mentioned before, I might do some of the other prompt thingies, because I'm eyeing a few of them :>

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~Love, PinkBoots

#circus baby x reader #circus baby #baby x reader #sister location #fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf sl #fnaf sister location #sister location x reader #fnaf x reader

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gallavich-headcanon · 1 year

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me? coming in with another au that i didn't entirely think through? of COURSE-

- ian is fresh off his prison sentence.

- he gets thrown into a convict rehabilitation project by his po.

- the project in question? getting sent to a ranch in the middle of NOWHERE.

- he's not entirely thrilled to get there. middle of nowhere, the only thing for miles is fields and pastures and cattle and probably some not really homo friendly guys who rather speak with their fists than words.

- when he gets there he's pleasantly surprised, because, yes, there's some cows and a tiny herd of sheep, but it's mostly horses.

- in: mickey as the ranch owner. he's brash and doesn't shy away from fights and definitely doesn't take any shit. the worst part? he's just as hot as the relentless sun.

- ian learns the horses are mostly rescue cases, because, beneath his hard shell, mickey DOES have a heart for the broken and used.

- ian HATES how mickey seems he's an absolute IDIOT and can't tell his left from his right. but then he sees how sweet the guy's with the horses, and, well. he's practically done for.

- going cliché here with mickey having a really complicated horse in the stable. guy's arrived at the ranch abused and malnourished, mickey helped him back to his feet. his name is poison; the guy's black as the night, because he HAS to be, and barely lets mickey ride him. obviously, the devil has to betray mickey and take an immediate liking to ian.

- ian's assigned horse is an elderly dapple grey mare. her name's gretchen. she's a heavier warm-blooded horse (this. sounds much bloodier than "schweres warmblut". english, what the hell.) and worked as a cart horse her entire life. she's been brought to the ranch because her original owner died and the kids thought she deserved a nice retirement. he bribes her with carrots and scratches at the chin.

- ian doesn't know how to ride for SHIT. mickey has to teach him. after critiquing his posture to no end and watching ian eat dirt at least fifty times he takes mercy and gets on the horse with him, to actively help him out. ian has to scramble all of his brain cells together to pay attention and not think about those thick thighs caging him in the whole time.

- same happens when he sees mickey go full speed on his horse for the first time. everyone else applauds him for his performance, while ian's horny brain's occupied with thoughts of those thighs around his head -gets muffled and dragged away-

- for the hell of it i'll have them goof around, take the horses to the pond in the tiny forest around the corner and go for a swim with them. they obviously shove and drag each other off the horsebacks.

and if you think this is mainly an excuse to think about mickey's thighs, then you might be correct, but lower your voice.

that's it. that's the thoughts.

good morning my darling 🖤 opening my inbox to see you is always a great way to start my day!

Mickey as the ranch owner is something I never knew I needed. But I do.

going cliché here with mickey having a really complicated horse in the stable -> please give me all the cliche because my head went exactly the same way!

His name is poison-> YOUR MIND IS PERFRCT MY FRIEND obviously, the devil has to betray mickey and take an immediate liking to ian. -> OF COURSE. Maybe Mickey even took Ian to poison to “teach him a lesson” about being cocky of take down his ego a bit when Ian went into cocky-confident-Ian-mood and it turned Mickey on too much that he had to see Ian make an ass of himself to calm down and not jump his bones. Seeing Ian bonding with poison did the exact opposite, let me tell you.

ian doesn't know how to ride for SHIT. mickey has to teach him -> the possibility for innuendos is endless. I hope Mickey / Ian makes some about Mickey’s natural talent to ride.

Mickey… takes mercy and gets on the horse with him -> oh lord have some mercy for me!

THOSE THIGHS! Poor Ian, how will he survive all of those fantasies? How soon will he learn that Mickey is gay?

and if you think this is mainly an excuse to think about mickey's thighs, then you might be correct, but lower your voice. -> fair. Talking and thinking about Mickey’s thighs is just what we do here. This is the reason we are given our brains at the end of the day. We just want to talk about his dream thighs.

#Hi Nosho I love you #gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #creepkinginc #gallavich au #au shenanigans with nosho #shameless au #ranch au #horse farm au #Ranch owner Mickey

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luvrrszn · 4 months

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Ok, this request is….something. but i’ve thought about for some time and would really like if you write it (if you don’t think that it’s weird and you’re comfortable!)

Basically, it’s an angsty one with a happy ending. Gabriella, who is in high school, is scared of coming out to parents, F!Reader and Miguel. It gets to a point that she slowly starts withdrawing from them. and one day she breaks down. F!Reader and Miguel, who have been worried about their baby girl, ask her what’s wrong and she finally comes out.

They both so accepting and loving of her at her confession, and swear that they would never love her less for who she loves.

a/n: anonnnnnn :' i'm so sorry for taking so long with this, i was just really unsure of how to go about this topic, and i still very much am. (for reference this has been in my inbox for MONTHSSS) this one's a short one, i rlly hope i didn't butcher ur req :' (not proofread btw...) (p.s. SEND IN MORE REQS GUYSS I LOVE THEM SM HEHHEHEHE and any qns at all, to get to know me, anything! <3)

you've noticed the odd behaviour. the always-hiding-in-her-room, keeping conversations short, closed-off behaviour.

your usually cheerful, full-of-energy daughter had become quiet , keeping to herself most of the time. at first, you thought it was normal. she was in high school after all, and growing up. maybe she just needed her space.

so you left her alone.

but as the days passed, she became more and more withdrawn, a complete opposite of the daughter you used to know. you were getting worried, as was miguel.

"what do we do? she won't talk to us, she barely even acknowledges us!" miguel asks, pacing around your shared bedroom. you sit on the edge of your bed, hands in your lap. you too are at a loss. what can you do to make her open up?

recently, any time you tried to ask her about how she'd been or why she'd been acting strange, she'd brush it off and excuse herself from the room. you knew something was on her mind, but the question was, what exactly?

"you know what? let's go to bed, miggy. we'll talk to her at breakfast tomorrow. i think something's bothering her."

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the next morning, you find your daughter sitting at the dining table, on her phone. you and miguel sit opposite her, and the moment she notices, she gets up to leave.

you say, almost sounding like you're pleading, "stay, gabi. please. we'd like to talk to you."

she reluctantly sits back down, folding her hands in her lap, lightly picking at the skin on her fingers.

"gabi, we're worried. what's going on with you? is something wrong?" miguel asks, his eyes filled with concern. he had hated seeing his poor daughter so quiet, almost as if she'd lost herself, and everything that made her her had been drained from her body.

"there's nothing going on, papá. you're just being paranoid." she replied, still looking down at her lap.

"gabriella, you know you can talk to us, right? if there's anything bothering you at all, just tell us." you say.

"okay, mamá." with that, she got up and left.

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a week later, you're making gabriella's favourite meal for lunch. as you go to get her from her room, you hear the faint sound of crying. worried, you knock on the door and say, "gabi, i'm coming in."

you find her on her bed, tears streaming down her face as she hugs her knees to her chest. you immediately sit next to her and pull her in close, burying your face in the top of her head.

you press a kiss on the top of her head, saying, "gabi, what's wrong? tell mamá, please."

through sobs and hiccups, she finally says, "mamá, i'm gay, okay? i like girls. there's nothing wrong with me, it's not a phase, i—"

"oh, baby. it's that what's been bothering you this whole time? i love you, gabriella. and there's nothing you could do to change that. i don't love you any less because of who you love. i love you so, so much. thank you for telling me." you say, stroking her hair.

you didn't even realise that miguel had come in. you only noticed when he sat on the other side of gabi, and wrapped both of you in his arms.

"gabi, there is nothing that changes the fact that you are our daughter. as long as you are alive, we will love you. no matter who you choose to love, what you choose to do, we will always support you and love you, okay?" miguel affirms.

"i love you guys." gabi says, chuckling through a sob.

#📓—juniwrites #💌—requests #across the spider-verse #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse

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joined the 911 fandom few months back and…has it always been this annoying or did something shift recently. someone on twt said maybe mehta coming back doesnt have anything to do w buddie at all and now they are getting cooked for “raining on people’s parade and being a negative nancy for no reason” …. this whole cycle of setting expectations and bullying people for not having the same enthusiasm then getting annoyed that the tv show isnt delivering the same expectation you set is just so annoying??? glad that your blog exists and you exist because this fandom is in heavy NEED of rational minded people 😭🫶🏽

I've been actively involved in fandom since the start of s4 (was a lurker in s3) and from my perspective...things get worse as the seasons continue! In s4, there was *some* hope for canon!Buddie, but Ana came back into the picture and TayKay soon followed so expectations were lowered (because we didn't know how long they'd stick around). Thennn...the shooting happened. Plus the change in guardianship. People were on board again AND we were introduced to even more new fans who couldn't believe "the gay firefighters" weren't together yet. Season five? Eddie breaks up with Ana, Buck breaks up with TayKay..."If Buddie not canon then why did they break up with their girlfriends?" And now season six is about how "all signs point to canon Buddie" no matter what happens. (ie They were convinced Eddie would be a big part of Buck in the coma to hint at feelings and when he wasn't they changed their theories to "explain" why his absence was a good thing; same with the sperm donor arc - all that non-communication was going to pay off once Eddie confronted Buck about a decision he didn't think through and now the lack of 6A content is going unmentioned because Oliver has (twice) emphasized that there's nothing for Buck to come to grips with, he knew what he was doing when he said yes.) I think the fandom just really, really wants to be right about this one thing for two reasons: 1. It would be a game-changer. How many fans of a queer ship can say that they got the endgame they wanted? Furthermore, how many can say their canon ship started out with two straight characters who fell in love over time because a show thought that made the better story? (Not the SPN fandom, that's for sure. They're some of the biggest naysayers you'll find around here because "I've been where you are." Mind you, most us are old af and remember a time when queer ships stayed in fandom spaces because TV shows wouldn't dare take the risk of alienating audiences.) 2. Having Buddie go canon is an opportunity to get back at any and everyone who doesn't believe it'll happen; the ultimate "I told you so!" victory lap.

I do agree with the fandom when it comes to keeping opinions out of other people's inboxes unless they're open to reading it (obviously me :P), but expressing an opinion on your own page (whether that be twitter or tumblr) is what having a social media account in a fandom is for. You don't have to agree with the person. You don't even have to read it. But you can't stop them from feeling how they feel. And quite frankly, while having hope is nice to see (I do, too!), some people could use a reality check. We're not in the writers' room. We don't know what the writing staff is really thinking when they come up with stuff. Even when Kristen makes comments and Oliver gives his perspective, the fandom calls them "liars" or twists their words to fit a narrative that makes for (what they think is) a better outcome. They'll also advise people not to read the articles, but...nobody actually lies in those because they don't give away all that much information, and the information they do give is to tell fandom when things aren't about Buddie, lmao. Kristen said the coma arc was about Bobby and Chim and there fandom was hyping up Eddie's importance only to realize she meant what she said. Oliver says Eddie going after Buck in 6x10 isn't hinting at anything and they're envisioning feelings realizations at Buck's bedside, which never came. They're TELLING fandom to not get its hopes up right now and the speculation has only gone deeper into "this can't be about anything other than Buddie" because everyone is too invested to turn back now.

As for Captain Mehta - I have my own theories about this. Could his presence bring about a mention of the shooting? Yep. Could his presence inspire another conversation? Yep. But *why* him and *why* he finally has a first name? 1. Is everyone at that table supposed to call him Captain Mehta or just Mehta? Nobody knows him on a personal level? 2. Is it possible that throwing some third no-name/relatively unknown firefighter into the scene (along with Capt. Williams and possibly Julie) does nothing to gauge the audience's interest? At least the audience will remember Mehta and there's a connection between him and both halves of Buddie whereas we've seen Julie in limited quantities (and not even as one of their friends off the job) and Miranda Williams was last seen in early s4.

I'm not saying him being back can't be the precursor to important things, but people also thought the Buckleys were coming back after two years so their kids could yell at them some more and they would decline to be with their son in the hospital (why else would they have returned right then, duh!) and we all saw how that turned out. This fandom loves to say "Bestie, you're watching a FOX procedural" on the ~discourse~ days while routinely ignoring the fact that we're watching a FOX procedural. Sometimes what you see really is what you get when the show runners are (currently) pandering to an audience that includes everyone but us.

#they asked and i answered. you don't need to agree with me.#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie

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dearweirdme · 1 year

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Why are some still in denial that it was really Tae and Jennie in the video? I was a Taekooker but when those leaked photos came out last year I realized that all those TK selca that Tae and JK has been postings, that everytime Tae mention JK nonstop on his live and the TK selca he posted on Mother's day...all those were just Tae doing fan service. And those times he mentioned anything that is gay pride related? I realized he was only queerbaiting.

Hi anon!

Your message was the politest in my inbox this morning, so I'll be taking your ask to respond to some of the comments I've gotten.

I believe it was Tae and Jennie in that video and even if not it doesn't actually matter, because it is clear that the message they want to convey is that it's them. So either way it's to show that Tae is dating Jennie (a woman) and Jennie is dating Tae (a BTS member and a man).

From your ask I deduce that you have in fact seen interactions between Jk and Tae that you thought might be something beyond friendship. You changed your mind when Jennie rumors/evidence started to show up. What do you think closeting looks like? let me tell you, it is exactly this! There are so many examples of queer celebs coming out, when they have beforehand been seen 'dating' straight (Sam Smith, Ricky Martin, Kristen Stewart and many more... just google closeted celebs). There are also many accounts of such celebs admitting that them dating straight was a lie.

Why is your reaction to Tae queercoding (which is what he does) that he must be queerbaiting? WHy isn't your reaction that he must be closeted? Are closeted celebs not allowed to queercode? Are closeted people supposed to behave according their closet? How is that fair? A person's closet is never (!!!) by their own choosing. One might decide that for whatever reason them staying closeted is safer, it is never what they truly want.

I live in a very small country, in which queer people are thankfully able to live openly. It's by no means perfect, but people feel safe enough to be open. I can easily come up with a multitude of queer national celebs. Singers, tv-hosts, actors... queer people are represented well here. How many openly queer South Korean celebs are there? Very little, especially amongst idols. Does that statistically make sense? Does SK have less queer people than other parts of the world, or is the SK society less likely to accept them and they therefore are forced to be closeted?

Accusing a long time rumored queer-coding man of queerbaiting is so harmfull. It takes so much bravery for them to be even a little bit open, for society to then blame them of using their own lgbt community for clout is harsh. Even without Jk in the picture I would still consider the possibility of Tae being queer, because of his queercoding. Some of you might think you are protecting him of 'evil taekookers', but all you might be doing is solidifying his feeling that being queer is not safe for him.

For people... 'concerned' about my mental state, not to worry. I don't write this blog because I want to "insert myself in Taekook's relationship" (whatever that might mean), neither do I want to live out my own queer identity through them (I am not queer). I write about these things because I want the world to change. If my son were to be queer I want him to be able to just be. Not discussing queerness and all things that go with it wont change anything. If all I ever do through writing my blog is make one person change their perception... than that will already be a victory.

If anyone want's to read more about closeting or queercoding, please let me know. I will gladly direct you to some articles.

#anon #and yes Tae is my absolute favorite person #I will ofcourse still love him if Taennie does somehow turns out to be real #but it won't because it isn't #just watch tae and Jk reunite publicly soon after tae returns to SK #he can't stand people not knowing he loves Jk with his whole heart #taekook #queer coding #closeting

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antiyourwokehomophobia2 · 7 months

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If this is not too personal, how does your family/siblings etc. react to you being a lesbian? Because I was just having fun with my siblings and my brother joked about beating up my boyfriend if I have one and when I slightly hinted that my ‘boyfriend’ could be a girlfriend he said he’d still beat her up and deadass said ‘don’t dirty this family’ as in ‘don’t fucking pull this family into dirt by being into women and giving us a horrible reputation for having a lesbian daughter/sister’… I’m straight up hurt and furious and feeling like weeping now cause even though I could have guessed my brother is homophobic I didn’t expect him to be like that. My brother believes that siblings should stick together but that apparently doesn’t count if I’m not into men. I’m from a Turkish family too and being homosexual in a Turkish family straight up means that you might as well not be a part of this family at all. Turkish people are rather conservative and still thinking in an old way which is frustrating. :( Especially because it’s Muslim households too, and yk Islam and homosexuality does not go well..

I’m very sorry if you don’t accept vents etc. I was just curious about if your family is or thinks like that too or if you had the same experience? Feel free to delete this if this might be triggering or if my question was too personal etc.

I'm very sorry that happened to you. I wish I had advice, but I don't. All I can say is that there are people out there who will love and support you. I hope you can find them.

My family is democratic but I did worry that I'd be met with homophobia (and I was) when I came out. My father was a deeply Christian man. He straight up claimed to get visions from God. He never directly said anything homophobic. The one thing I can remember is being in a shoe store when I was little and asking my father why pink shoes were in the men's section. He made a sort of disgusted face and said it was for men on the "wise side". Why did he use that phrase as a stand in for being gay? I don't know, but I do think it's kind of funny. Apparently gay men are wise!!

Anyway, as you can imagine, I was not particularly stoked to come out to him.

My mother was worse and better. She was not as religious as my father. She had gay friends. She loved Ellen Degeneres. I never heard her say anything homophobic growing up. However, she was worse because she's abusive 💀 When I was a child, I wondered why my father would be with her when she was so fucking mean and awful. I wanted nothing to do with her. I wouldn't leave my room if she was hanging about. Just generally a really awful mom. I had no strong feelings about coming out to her. I didn't think she was homophobic but I didn't wanna tell her things in general.

Like most gay kids, my parents knew before I told them. When I officially told my dad, he didn't care. Didn't say anything about it. He wasn't homophobic towards me or anything.

Honestly, I'm just now realizing how funny it is that my deeply religious father had no qualms about me being gay but my mom did 😭.

My mom wasn't like. Violently homophobic when I came out. Just casually so. She was all like "so you like to dress like a boy??" in a really unpleasant tone of voice. And she asked me to "keep an open mind" and constantly accuses me of actually being bisexual. She says that I "think" I'm gay. It's just very casual homophobia on her part. She clearly doesn't like the fact that I'm only interested in women even though she claims to love me and accept me no matter what. It's very clear that seeing me with a man would make her happy.

Idk. My coming out wasn't awful. My brother is bisexual. I don't have a relationship with anyone else in my family tbh. So, yea, that's my story. Also, I accept all types of asks. My inbox is always open.

#People in my discord server tell me that I'm intimidating on Tumblr 💀#I promise if you send me an ask that I won't bite your head off about it #I'm not mean #I swear #I think it's actually funny anyone would consider me intimidating #Am I really?#I'm just vibing 💀#For the most part

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svnnyd4ys · 8 months

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(some of the) eah royals as incorrect quotes!

Blondie: Apple noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago. Lizzie: This reminds me of the Apple who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi. Blondie: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Apple.

!!!

Duchess: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Ashlynn: So you're just gonna wait until Briar is in danger and save them? Duchess: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Ashlynn: ... Ashlynn: You're insane.

!!!

Blondie: *fills up bottle and drinks from that* Ashlynn: *brought 4 bottles of water so this wouldn’t happen* Apple: *drinks straight from the tap* Duchess: *dehydrates* Lizzie: *drinks from the puddle of water on the floor* Briar: *licks the tap, doesn’t even need a drink*

!!!

Duchess: Fine! Judge all you want but... Duchess, points at Ashlynn: Married a lesbian. Duchess, points at Lizzie: Left a man at the altar. Duchess, points at Blondie: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer. Duchess, points at Apple: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire. Duchess, points at Briar: Lives in a box!

!!!

Apple: From now on we will be using code names. Apple: You can address me as Eagle One. Apple: Blondie is “been there done that”. Apple: Briar is “currently doing that”. Apple: Ashlynn is “it happened once in a dream”. Apple: Lizzie is “if I had to pick a wonderlandian". Apple: And Duchess is.. Apple: Eagle Two Duchess: Oh thank god.

!!!

*Briar comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Blondie’s bedroom.* Blondie: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Briar: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Briar: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Blondie: ...

!!!

Briar: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Duchess: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Ashlynn: More or less, I guess... Apple: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Lizzie: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Blondie: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

!!!

Duchess, reading the newspaper: Huh. Did you know Nickelodeon opened a hotel? Briar: Yeah, I went there once. There was a dead squirrel in the pool and I made some of Ashlynn cry by telling them it was the real Sandy.

!!!

Apple: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Duchess, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

!!!

Blondie: What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter? Ashlynn: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes. Briar: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

!!!

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Apple: I will not let you down. Duchess: Sounds fun. Ashlynn: K. Blondie: No, I'm fucking not. Lizzie: Do I have to be? Briar: Please god, I am so tired.

!!!

Ashlynn: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Briar: Aren't you forgetting something? Ashlynn: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Briar's forehead before running out.* Briar: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

!!!

Briar: *sighs* Blondie: You bored? Briar: Yeah. Blondie: Wanna start drama for no reason? Briar: I thought you’d never ask.

!!!

Lizzie: Punch me in the face. Duchess: ...Punch you? Lizzie: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Duchess: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

!!!

Apple: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

!!!

Briar: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

!!!

Ashlynn, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

!!!

Duchess: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

!!!

Lizzie: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

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Blondie: I was born for politics! I have great hair and I love lying! !!!

#shut up sunny!!#svnnyd4ys #incorrect quotes #ever after high #eah #royals #apple white #duchess swan #briar beauty #lizzie hearts #blondie lockes #ashlynn ella

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that's not ridiculous it's my point of view and it's very right to me. also who am I supposed to talk to about it if nobody is ever willing to discuss it. it's like there's no way the writing of two fictional characters can be discussed ever even if stirs arguments that are pretty much real and affect real people. unbalanced relationships make me uneasy and I don't understand why theres always has to be a baby and a full time caregiver with no emotional support in gay relationship fictional arcs.

Okay, fine, I'll entertain you for a little bit. First off, if you want to talk that's fine but aggressively coming into someone's inbox and telling them what's wrong with their ship and why you view it as shitty is not the way to do it. that makes people block you.

Also, a fictional ship is not real, and their relationship is not real and if you're basing relationships on how a fictional ship is being portrayed, then that's where the problem might lie.

That being said.

You're entitled to your point of view but I still stand by that you're wrong. I personally, and I'm sure others feel the same way, do not see a "baby and caregiver" in Tarlos. I have spoken on this before, but the babification of TK needs to stop and it's very strange to me that people are always putting TK in a "baby" role and acting like Carlos is his "caregiver". I do agree that in FANDOM this role seems to be pushed onto gay couples, but I fully do not think that the show puts these two in these roles.

In reality, no relationship is completely balanced and perfect. Couples go through phases where one person needs the other more for emotional needs and whatnot. Relationships are not perfect, they never will be and that's fine.

There is no real relationship that isn't unbalanced at some point and not accepting that is going to make it hard for you to enjoy ships.

There are also no perfect ships.

One of the things that I like about Tarlos is that it's not put out to be a perfect relationship. They're both flawed human beings who have made a list of mistakes. The early seasons did seem to focus more on TK and his journey, but you can not sit there and tell me that season 4 wasn't about Carlos and his emotional needs and how much he needs TK too. Did you watch the final two episodes? Did you see how blinded by grief Carlos was? He almost killed someone he was so blinded and if it wasn't for TK looking out for him, knowing that something wasn't right, knowing that Carlos needed saving we would have had a very different ending.

I think your view is muddled by how fandom portrays them, instead of how they are on the show. The way that I view the show I see two human beings who are in love, not in a perfect relationship, and need each other in different ways at different points of their relationships. I do not see them being a "baby" and a "caregiver".

If you want to go into an in-depth discussion, my DMs are open and I will do my best to approach the conversation with an open mind and see more about where you are coming from maybe I can help you see it in the way that I see it. If not, that's fine.

#fandom discourse shit #chaotic asks

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sucktacular · 8 months

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Let me give you an ask I know you'll love. Top 5 moments from death note, any version including light novels is 👌🏼

OKay this is SO late because I wasn't using my desktop for a hot second and mobile doesn't like to tell me about inbox messages, but I also didn't check so that's my bad! <3 But both of y'all asking about top 5 death note momence has me so <3 <3 <3 ; w ;

Okay so I will preface this with: it has been a very hot minute since I read LABB so as much as I'm obsessed with it entirely, I probably forgot some very good moments. u_u These are gonna be silly moments cuz I like the funnies.

Starting at number 5 and going to my favorite moment:

5. The entire time Light is under house surveillance. From the weirdly conservative and leisurely skimming of lingerie mags to look like an average, regular teen (not believable). To the famous "I'll take a potato chip... heh... AND EAT IT!" scene. Classic.

4. I think it's like 1 week max since Light had got the Death Note. Lind L. Taylor shows up on tv and Light is like ??. He introduces himself as "L", says I have a pretty good idea of why you're doing this, but "what you are doing... is evil!". And Light IMMEDIATELY is like oh FUCK this guys ENTIRE life. DIE! Which also outs his location like entirely, LOL. Idk it's just very funny to me. Anti-kira? CANCELLED... LIVE!!!

3. Light and L's fist fight(s). Love watching these homophobic gays fight each other with their bare hands and get knocked around because they're chained together. They clearly love it too and I wish they'd get their hands dirty a bit more often instead of just always using their massive brains to have dirty brain sex.

2. From the LABB Murder Cases, Chapter 5, Page 117-119: A very close second favorite part of mine is when Naomi comes up from the kitchen at a crime scene with some coffee on a tray for her and Rue Ryuzaki (private detective and Freak). She opens the door and askes if he found any more clues and then notices he's just laying in the middle of the room, flat on his back, arms and legs sprawled out like a star fish. She's frozen looking at this dude and then repeats the question and is kinda worried he's gonna start crawling around with his back arched like in some horror movie (ps. For context: she found this guy at a crime scene when she looked under the bed and he crawled out from under it (hes a seasoned on-all-fours crawler), and ate a jar of jam with his bare hands for lunch. amongst... other things. so she's already going THROUGH it with this dude). He doesn't respond and shes like uhm? and he says "I'm a corpse." "Hunh??" "I have become a corpse. I cannot answer. I am dead." She's bewildered but just accepts it and ponders how to get around this dude so she can put the coffee tray down. She eventually goes to jump over him but completely fucks it and steps, in boots, right on his gut. In an attempt to catch her balance and not spill the hot coffee on him and everywhere she puts her entire weight on him." "Gah!" said the corpse." "S-sorry!" she remarks and then they carry on. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall with these two.

From the LABB Murder Cases, Chapter 2, Page 55-56: My favorite part of the book (tho honestly there are so many so don't quote me on that lol) is when Naomi goes into the bathroom to speak to L on the phone about the case at hand. She reports that a strange private detective is there helping her. To which L asks point blank: "Is he cool?" and shes like.... what? and he repeats the question and she's still unsure how to answer such a question, but lays it on THICK. She's dead honest and is like this guy SUCKS, he's quite honestly a PATHETIC FREAK and a WEIRDO "and I'm surprised he hasn't killed himself yet". I'm crying! She said that!! There is silence and L changes the subject back to the case. BUT the best part is she leaves the bathroom to go back to investigating and the "freak" in question (Rue Ryuzaki) is standing right there and was most likely eaves dropping on the whole conversation she just had. The whole scene has me hollering entirely and I think about this art done by @/ekmeko everyday. Link

#sucktacular sucks #suicide #ask #long post #death note #labb #death note spoilers #labb spoilers #spoilers #beyond birthday #frankly there's so many very good genuine moments in Death Note but I'm a sucker for the sillies #i would absolutely love hearing everyones favorite moment(s) in the comments if you wanna add! >:3c

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hi hi! i've already sent a request in on anon during the last inbox opening, so this isn't a writing prompt.

i'd like to preface this by saying i do not have dreams like this at all. i'm a goofy guy, not at all the type of person to get these in the first place. it's part of the reason i was so glad to see your inbox open so i could tell you- i'd have been really nervous dm'ing you about it. the narrator might've come into my dream last night because he knew, actually.

last night, i had a very weird dream about being in a heteroromantic relationship, which i woke up from feeling very confused because i am very gay. but when i went back to sleep it nearly rocketed me into a nightmare that was wildly confusing. but the general gist of it was a PREY (an alien horror/shooter game) based dream. it didn't start out as a nightmare, it started out as a self aware game lounge (which may be why the narrator was able to show up) where a bunch of characters in my dream came together and decided that i needed to be the mc. there's a lot about the beginning i'm already forgetting, but i do remember being resistant to this and saying that i hardly ever play shooter games and i don't like horror, plus PREY is such a big game with confusing components that i wouldn't even know what i was supposed to be doing at times.

the narrator, who was not there before, offered to guide me through it. he was definitely beside me, but he didn't have a form. though it was possible that i just couldn't see him and he really was visible.

i was surprised he was here, since he's obviously not a character in the game my dream was modelling, but he said that tonight he'd chosen to wander. i accepted his help. some more happened, but by that point the narrator had already sort of enveloped me with his being and i don't remember much beyond that. some horrific things happened but the narrator kept me on track and sometimes he even narrated what i was doing, parable style, if things were getting really bad with me. in theory it was a really strange "crossover" to have him there but he was the only comforting presence i had in there. i think he might have also helped me retain the self-awareness i had during the starting lobby.

near the end i was being killed by a separate presence that was not in the game and that i knew should not have been in my dream. i'm still wondering about what it was doing there and how i knew it didn't belong in this dream but that's besides the point. i think that being self aware made my fear more palpable somehow, because the narrator detached himself from around me and did something that i haven't a clue how to describe- him not being near me meant i had no feeling of what he was doing or where he was, like i did in the start. but he did something, and it brought us back not to the starting lounge but to the part of the dream just after that. the tone shift was completely different. i hate that this part is so hard to put into words, but that's the nature of dreams. it just... it suddenly felt like we had been doing something other than escaping near death, and that we had been doing that something else for a while. it was comforting. that was part of what the narrator had done to save me. i don't understand it.

i wanted to ask him (it?) questions, but he wouldn't envelop me again. he said that i cheated by being afraid and making him help, so he was going to wake me up shortly and if i did it again in future dreams, he'd stop offering to assist at all. thinking about that now i wonder if he'd been watching my dreams all along. the phrasing of it was very strange.

before he woke me, he told me that if i wanted his expertise again, i just had to ask for him and he'd be glad to see me again after such a long time not being able to help. i don't remember him being in my dreams previous to this, so i don't know what that meant. i told him i was sorry. he didn't say anything, but he touched my head and put a little weight on my chest.

i think i was starting to lose that self awareness- probably due to the narrator letting me go and wake up- because i especially hardly remember anything after that. i know for sure a good amount of talking happened afterwards and we touched on how disappointing it was that we hadn't gotten to see the end of the dream/game but nothing specific. the thing is, i don't get a specific feeling when reading your writing. my feelings fluctuate, they're dependant on my circumstances and what you've written. but there was something laced in the way he touched my head that made me really, really strongly feel like that was meant for you. not just the touch, but some of what we talked about. i'm sorry that i don't remember more of our conversation.

it was a lot to wake up to, honestly. that's the most autonomy i've ever had in a dream, especially a nightmare. and it was very much a nightmare. i cut out a lot of bits during the middle, but none of it was pleasant and there was a reason the narrator needed to tether me occasionally. logging on tumblr and seeing that your inbox was open was a massive jolt, like maybe the narrator didn't leave me floundering with a message that i didn't know how to give you. i'm not very good at describing things and i feel that i've rambled, a lot, so i apologize profusely for that. i hope you understand his message better than i did. if he shows up again, and lets me be self aware again, i can try to give him a message back if you'd like.

i feel like the message the narrator wanted to give you was the entire reason he showed up, so i wanted to thank you. it's a weird thing to thank someone for, but if you hadn't been someone that he wanted to give a message to, he wouldn't have been there and i would have been alone to fight everything i had to fight in that dream alone. i was only asleep for maybe four hours but god, it was so much longer in the dream. the narrator was helping me for in-dream days. thank you.

Ah, the narrator~

It's a really interesting dream you had. A lot of people are having the wildest dreams about him, I hope I get one someday as well. The idea of a self-aware game lounge is really funny.

This is really damned cool. While many people tell me about the dreams they have about him, getting him to guide you directly is rare. Sounds like when you really needed him, he was there. It's very sweet. Sounds like he protected you from something awful as well. My heart is doing very strange things in my chest, that kind of (whoosh) you get when someone does something sweet. I'm resisting the urge to lie down and kick my feet as well.

I don't know how to interpret him saying he might not help directly again, that one stumps me. I also don't know how to interpret him saying you can ask for help when you need it. Maybe this was meant for me after all. It's nice to get a message from him, even if it isn't a direct one.

The narrator is an excellent tether. I've used his character as an anchor multiple times when things have gotten bad.

You helped deliver the message I wanted, without realizing it. I wanted him to know that I was sorry for stopping TSP headcanons. If circumstances were different... But they aren't. Not now.

You're welcome for the dream protection, though I think the narrator should still get most of the credit there.

If you see him again, just try and deliver the same message. I need to make him know, even if he's heard it before.

"Soup says he's sorry for leaving." And thank you for sharing this with me.

#tsp #personal #the stanley parable

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Ridi, I am so sorry that I just saw your new fic! I read it as soon as possible - with many breaks because christ my heartstrings are going to break soon when your not carefull! - and I really regret forgetting my ao3 login, but I'll tell you what I love about this one here, I suppose.

Remus folds the newspaper in half, watches the last of his milk marbling his tea for a moment, before stirring it in (white mug, yellow-and-black Wolverhampton Wanderers F.C. logo—Sirius found it in a charity shop, presented him with it back in Talgarth: look—wolves, Moony, wolves!). There’s not quite enough, so it’s still a deep, dirty brown; the colour of tobacco. His shower this morning ran cold.

This is such a perfect picture for the quiet misery that eminates from r in this fic, like fog eminates from the sea, I want to hug him. And the wolves! And s getting him a mug!

The part of Remus he keeps muzzled often considers himself lucky that his mother will never have to bury him.

God, oh god. I might like rs grief in this more than anything else.

A Welsh women calls him annwyl when he offers her his seat on the one-seven-seven bus to Peckham. It dislodges something important, and when he gets off at his stop, he starts to cry.

This reminds me so much of when someone called me "deern" (just "young lady" in low german, does not sound like the animal in English) after my grandpa died and I started bawling right that second.

R comparing s to paintings is such gay nerd behaviour I am going to get sick if I dwell on it for too long. But also r 🤝 me re: comparing our crushes to paintings.

I loved the friendships between the four of them so much!!!!! And the coin thing for j and s?? Just- won der full!!!!

And r feeling so awfull about his crush/being gay is so heartbreaking (and perfect. Having a crush on your friend is so hard)

R hating apperition is also wonderfull.

And well, now I have to ask how do you pronounce remus without enlonging the E?

R and s being from completly diffrent worlds is shown in so many wonderfull little details I just- the household magic!!!

This is so disjointed - sorry for that!! I love your writing style do much! It's subtile in a very charming way! And you have a way of weaving in detailes without losing focus that's very impressive.

agnes omg hi love hello!! not at all this is such a. sweet message to open my inbox to my god!! i'm so glad you liked it!! i think you definitely picked out the sort of. quiet little misery he carries about with him while muddling along in this one :-) both for s and for his mum! i really enjoyed writing the bits about his mum honestly they were super fun in a sad sort of way and just not something i get to write about an awful lot (<- says guy who has full autonomy over what they write). he is SUCH a little freak about describing s also i. got a ton of art books for christmas and i found id keep trying to describe him and a specific image id seen in one of them would come to mind so i just thought hm okay. guess that's what he'll do. i feel like you mentioned quite a few of my little. favourite bits i had when i was writing like the little details and objects which are honestly my favourite things to put in (in my planning document i'll have a plan for a scene which will literally just say something like: BIKE GREASE or TATTOO) which i could probably talk about for far too long about but just!! thank you so much bab this is so lovely :-))

#(as for the pronunciation--in my head it was like a. if normally you would say it like ree-mus. in my head charlie's going reeee-mus yknow.#like. an obnoxiously long little drag there because he's so amused as seeing this angry little englishman on his doorstep xx)#r being a girl with a hurt tummy every time he apparates was like....sooooo important for this fic. its what makes the last scene #so important its the glue holding it all together if nothing else you CANNOT ignore the fact that he is a girl with a hurt tummy. amen #tsah #agnes tag #telegram

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