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snickerdoodlles · 1 year

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To be fair kidnapping Chay wasn't Vegas's fucking plan, Tawan is just insane. Agreed though I think Kim and Porsche are decent in-laws

I know it was left a little vague, but in canon, Tawan went off Vegas’s plan by accelerating it.

Vegas and Porsche make a plan to pick up Chay the next day so he can join the two of them on the run. while that itself wouldn’t be kidnapping, Vegas’s entire plan was to. y’know. frame Porsche as a sell-out and kill him and Chay to cover it up. kidnapping Chay and holding him hostage is still part of that plan, it was still going to happen—Tawan ruined it by kidnapping Chay before Vegas could.

also, even if it wasn’t, Tawan kidnapping Chay in the first place was to help Vegas. this doesn’t necessarily put that blame directly on Vegas, but who the fuck would blame Porsche if he were really fucking pissed at Vegas for it anyways? bros don’t kidnap other bros little brothers, not even tangentially >:(

but Porsche doesn’t hold it against Vegas! he might’ve let it go because of unusual circumstances and how he was short of options at the time, but Porsche overall has astronomical reserves for forgiveness. he quietly works through his feelings when he’s upset with people and usually comes out the other end having forgiven them—see Arthee, see Kinn, see Vegas, hell even see Khun! the only person he doesn’t forgive is Korn (who killed his father, kidnapped his mother, forced him into the mafia, and fucking more) (fuck Korn). getting back to my point—Porsche doesn’t hold grudges against people, and he most certainly is going to start with Kim.

Porsche just plain isn’t going to hate Kim for any of the mafia shit, or even anything that went down in Kim and Chay’s canon relationship. they’re dumdums in love, but Porsche will let them sort it out themselves (may I remind people that Porsche only punched Vegas once for KIDNAPPING AND TORTURING HIS FRIEND even while also giving him the chance to talk shit out with Pete—Chay might be more of a hot button than Pete, but Kim only hurt Chay’s feelings and ran away, Porsche is not so irrational). sorry nonny, I did not mean to go off on a rant here, but I despise this trope where Porsche hates on Kim because it:

a) completely disregards who he is in canon and massively distorts Porsche’s character into this irrational piece of shit hypocrite

b) overrules Chay’s feelings/choices/decisions just so the author can be mean to Kim

c) Porsche’s gaydar got replaced with a nongdar. the only person who adopts more little brothers than Porsche is Tankhun—Porsche 100% sees angry little bitch Kim and goes free brother! without stopping to ask permission

#kinnporsche #i swear I’m not mad or annoyed at you anon!#i just rly rly RLY hate this trope and thinking about it makes me rant-y 😅#anyways porsche adores kim I will beat this drum forever #and eventually write feral raccoon duo AU #EVENTUALLY #i deleted this part of the rant but the other facet I hate in this trope is that *grabs soapbox*#Chay doesn’t hate nor blame Kim for the mafia shit #but he’s absolutely pissed at EVERYONE ELSE for it #Porsche left him to join the mafia #Vegas embroils him into mafia plots #Kinn keeps Porsche in the mafia #Khun’s coping mechanisms seem callous and cruel at first glance #it’s going to take A LOT OF WORK for Chay to be okay with any of them #the only one he’s willing to forgive right away is Porsche and that’s only because he cares about Porsche more than anyone else in the world #but the mafia still puts a strain on their relationship #i have many feelings about Chay’s relationship with the mafia #maybe even as many as I have for Porsche & Kim

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cisphobie · 9 days

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I want to yap about two topics; about how autistic kids with “savant syndrome”/interests that are valued by society are borderline dehumanized, and how proshippers are basically identical to conservatives in terms of how their beliefs operate….

But it’s 11:55 PM

#Puts away my soapbox and goes to bed

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amnyatas · 9 months

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i just can't believe we have to keep having this conversation, that some characters are widely hated for reasons that another character is loved/excused for.

in the kindest way i can express this, i think some of you could benefit from examining your biases and admit you're wrong from time to time, and grow from the experience! honestly, we all should be considering how we feel about certain things might be a reflection of how we think on a wider scale, especially if you feel genuinely stressed or taking it personally.

you can have reasons for disliking a character, but there's a difference between "yeah sorry there's just stuff about them that rubs me the wrong way" and "wow, i love this character, be gay do crime haha! oh but i think this other character is scum of the earth for doing the same to a lesser extent", and letting the latter become vitriolic nonsense on other people's posts and putting it in character tags for people who like the character to see.

#ok i'm putting the soapbox away bc i have to eat breakfast but like.#y'all gotta consider how other people in the community feel seeing you talk the way you do

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Public Service Announcement

Almost every writer worth their salt appreciates helpful, constructive feedback. And you can offer it, of course. But by no means should you ever think it's okay to demand that someone change so as to solely maximize your specific enjoyment. In other words, you can totally have a voice, and please feel free to use it.

But also please don't be a dick about it.

Because most of us use this platform to have fun. It's a place where we can come together as a community from all different countries, time zones, and fandoms so that we can collectively just be weird together. And that's one of things I love most about this beautifully flawed hell-site.

Stay weird, my friends. I honestly wouldn't have you any other way.

Love,

Britt

#britt's notes #i love you guys #you make me happy #but sometimes people are dicks #and it makes me mad #end rant #need to put away my soapbox

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that-gothickitty · 5 months

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See y'all? Drawing black hair ain't hard, y'all just too lazy to learn.

Raging rant under the cut.

USE A REFERENCE, IT'S THAT SIMPLE. HELL IF YOU'RE NOT GOOD AT IT, THATS OK, BUT ATLEAST PRACTICE INSTEAD OF MAKING SOME BULLSHIT EXCUSE LIKE: "It's so hard tho :<." or "I don't have time >_<." YOU FUCKING DO IF YOU'RE DRAWING OTHER SHIT.

This doesn't apply to a lot of people, only to people who do coms or take requests, there is no excuse for y'all. If you draw for fun, draw whatever the fuck you want (as long as it doesn't hurt anyone or has harmful connotations.) Sorry for the rant, happy arting :}

#digital art #digital drawing #digital painting #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #art #drawing #illustration #digital artist #rant post #mini rant #Gothic put the soapbox away

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birdmenmanga · 2 years

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You know what, tell me about Tater Tots too. I wanna know

LUCKILY FOR YOU TATER TOTS IS ACTUALLY A BIRDMEN WIP. SHOCKING I KNOW. But I just have this stupid headcanon that the American seraph farms are run like public schools except even worse, which means shitty American school lunches. it's a fic about Robin and Miguel but idk if it's a | one or a & one if you feel me.

Robin.

Miguel's fingernails rap against the cheap plastic of the shared table, and Robin glances impassively at him over her lunch.

Miguel wordlessly pushes his tray towards her.

Robin raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

Can't be bothered to eat all your food and set a good example for Sybil and Luther?

That's your job, Miguel responds easily. Mine is being a brute.

Robin seems as though she has something to say to that, but she can't quite find the words. Words of protest, saying he's not a brute? Or more reprimands? Miguel doesn't care enough to ruminate.

A picky eater of a brute, he adds, flicking the edge of the tray. I hate these things. You know this.

#asks #malz-art #birdmen #you know like. despite this being the wip I'm currently working on I don't actually think it's that well-written #I'd love for it to be good though so even though I'm probably 1k words away from finishing it tops #it'll probably have to undergo severe editing before I post #and also. because I'm me and I'm extra. I need to draw a little promo banner for it also. like I did with homecoming LOL #genuinely can't wait to put 'graphic depictions of American school lunches' as a tag on ao3 #I just think it would be funny. and true #OKAY NOT TO SOAPBOX IN THE TAGS BUT #IN MY EXPERIENCE AMERICAN SCHOOL LUNCHES ARE NOT THAT BAD.#but also. miguel is a pessimist.#and when you filter MY experience through HIS lens it turns out shockingly similar to the stereotypical depiction of school lunches #anyways I just think. man. the way robin was like 'dont worry about miguel he's just acting up as usual'.#like that haunts me. he's not being difficult for kicks you know.#i think he's just trying to convince himself that the old robin is in there somehow #and of course the current robin absolutely despises that #and therein lies the root of a lot of their conflict in my silly little head #just thinking thoughts...

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dathen · 9 months

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We’re so used to the sexual reading of the entire book of Dracula, which takes the sensuality of the early chapters and jams everything that follows it into the same metaphor no matter how poorly it fits, but I feel the segment we’re approaching works much better with a lens of chronic illness and disease.

Vampire legends are inextricably intertwined with disease. Many of them are said to have been birthed by burying victims of disease too soon, who later seem to rise from the dead. But what’s more is that Stoker and his family have deep-seated trauma over disease: his mother had to flee her hometown at the age of 14 because of a horrific cholera epidemic, and Stoker himself was bedridden as a child from an illness that no one could identify.

Found this quote from Irish Historian Mary McGarry:

Bram as an adult asked his mother to write down her memories of the epidemic for him, and he supplemented this using his own historic research of Sligo’s epidemic. Scratching beneath the surface (of this essay), I found parallels with Dracula. [For instance,] Charlotte says cholera enters port towns having traveled by ship, and can travel overland as a mist—just like Dracula, who infects people with his unknown contagion.

I bring this up because a lot of academic analysis insists that Lucy sleepwalking is proof of her being the Slutty Woman archetype that needs to be punished. This suggested symbolism is hilarious when put next to the text saying she inherited it from her father, but I’d like to suggest a different angle from the lens of disease suggested earlier:

Lucy’s sleepwalking is a condition that predates Dracula but makes her an easy target for him to prey on. Through the lens of disease symbolism, she now is someone with chronic illness or disability who is especially vulnerable to infectious disease. This becomes a cross-section of Stoker’s trauma regarding disease: his own mystery illness and his mother fleeing a plague.

To wind down my rambles with a bit of a soapbox, I feel this adds a very poignant layer to the struggle to keep Lucy alive. The COVID pandemic showed a horrifying level of casual ableism vs disabled and immunodeficient individuals, shrugging off their vulnerability and even their deaths with “well COVID only kills them.” There’s something deeply gratifying at seeing the way everyone around Lucy fights to the bitter end to protect her and refuses to just give her up to Dracula, whether it’s Mina physically chasing him away or the suitor squad pouring their blood into her veins or Van Helsing desperately searching for cures. The vulnerable deserve no less than this. They’re not acceptable casualties.

#dracula daily #ableism cw #dracula daily spoilers #lucy westenra

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saturn-no-sega · 2 years

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Being a literal adult isn't enough I need to Move Out of State and Go No Contact With My Family

#i have come out at least once a year to these people and everyone acts like they forget #and dont even get me started about how my dad only acknowledges that im queer when hes mad at me #i cant even put silly little beads in my pride flag colors on my shoes because my sister fucking snitched to my dad #i need to get away from my family to express myself fully #skyes soapbox

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dick-nightwing-grayson · 2 years

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I think that last anon used very poor wording in their ask considering the definition of canon is simply saying that it happened in universe and while some events, characterizations and characters can be put in and taken out of canon at will to say there's no such thing as canon in comics at all is just wrong. There is an interesting conversation to have about how comics treat canon but it does exist its why elseworld stories and retcons happen if there was no main canon everything could just happen with no repercussions.

Yeah, I agree with you. There has to be basis for something. Sometimes I think the best way to work around canon vs fanon is intention of the author. My biggest argument with canon that I use are a few things-

Dick being a cheater vs Jason and Talia having sex vs T*m T*ylor or Grant Morrison fuckery. All are canon, but all are ignored by fans as being ooc. That being said, they were written with very different intent.

Is it in character for Dick to cheat, especially in the manner of which he did? No. Did it happen? Yes. Does me choosing to ignore it and claim it is ooc make it less canon? No. That is the classic canon vs fanon take. This was a story that an author thought would be compelling to tell and just completely missed the mark. It is just bad storytelling.

Then we have Talia and Jason- Should they have ever slept together? No. Does most of fanon ignore it because it was ooc? Yes. That being said, was it supposed to be ooc? Yes. It was explicitly written to feel wrong and uncomfortable. It was intentional to show these two ooc to portray how broken and misguided these two were and the headspace the characters were in. The intention here is very different than Dick being a cheater. The author understood characterization and actively used that as a plot device to further his story.

We then have the retcon of Talia raping Bruce by Grant Morrison. This is just racism on their part and a very large misunderstanding of an actual character. We have T*m T*ylor writing Damian as an intolerable and whiny brat simply because he didn't like the character and refused to find out anything about him (he literally admitted this, please don't at me). We can look and say these portrayals are canon, but ooc and choose to ignore them because we know the authors were/are full of shit and shouldn't validate a white man's misguided racism towards a character.

Everything is canon, but ooc, but all ignored for different reasons. I think this is why it is hard for people who do not read many comics (which nothing against that) to understand why people who choose to understand canon really fight for more accurate portrayals, if that makes sense

#end rant #puts soapbox away #anon i agree #anon asks #comic book fuckery #sometimes fanom sucks 🤷‍♀️#sometimes fanon is necessary #sometimes fanon is worse than canon

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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hey, i loveee your writings! i was wondering if you could write a fic or one shot of peter parker and reader getting into an argument based off of peter parker saying something to his friends behind readers back about reader that hurts her feelings? ending is up to you! thanks!

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii dunno how i feel about this

You were many things.

Beautiful, talented, smart, caring, affectionate, loyal, honest, needy.

Needy.

Needy, needy, needy.

Needy, he called you needy.

Were you needy? You didn’t think so, but then again, would you be aware if you were?

Maybe he didn’t mean it, it was a private conversation. He could’ve been just venting, ranting about small things. You’ve done it before with your friends, it could be harmless.

But, god it hurt. It was so casual coming from his mouth, like it’s a common thought passing through his mind.

“Hi petey,” you said with a hum, he had just left yours to hang out with his friends when he called.

Silence drifted on the line.

“Petey?”

Shuffles, maybe a cough? Murmured voices, nothing too solid.

“Peter, you there?”

Laughs break through, you understand it was a buttdial.

You were about to hang up but Peter moved around, suddenly the voices were crystal clear.

“So, how is it with your girl, parker?”

You think it’s Mark.

It’s wrong to eavesdrop but if your partner accidentally called while they were about to talk about you, wouldn’t you listen, just for a second?

Notes from future self, don’t.

“Eh,” you imagine him rubbing at the back of his head, “good, good. It’s good.”

Good?

Good, that’s it?

Good?

You thought everything was great, wonderful in fact. When your friends ask about Peter you take your time on the soapbox preaching, he wants to end the conversation immediately.

Is that a good sign or a really bad sign?

“Just good? Don’t tell me she stopped putting out, I know how chicks are.”

“Don’t talk about her like that, Logan.”

Peter came to your defense, point one for parker.

On the other side of the line Logan holds his hands up in surrender, “didn’t mean to poke the bear there, parker. Get your girl to suck your dick, you’ll be fine.”

Next time you see Logan you’ll clobber him.

Peter grunts, he’s never liked Logan and neither did the friend group. But every group needed that one person that was mutually hated so there was always something to joke and talk about.

“She sucks my dick just fine, you sound jealous. I’m sure she’s got a friend that’ll pity fuck you.”

Your eyebrows furrow, Peter doesn’t talk like that. At least not around you, is this what the ‘saturday’s are for the boys’ boys mean when they say locker room talk?

Mark cuts back in, he lights up a joint.

“I’m sure parker is just fine, he can barely rip himself away from Y/N.” He coughs on the smoke between laughs, Peter stays quiet. He’s wondering if he should tell his friends this, it’s nothing serious and it didn’t really bother him, and he didn’t want to say anything to you because he knows you’d take offense and stop it; and he’d miss it way too much.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the problem.”

He mumbled it, but he said it and what the fuck did that mean?

You couldn’t stop now, you pray he doesn’t see you’re connected to the call.

“Trouble in paradise? Do tell.” Mark offers the joint to Peter, he accepts it and passes it to Logan.

“Sometimes I feel like she’s all over me and needs me for everything, I dunno.”

Peter tugs at his hair, he’s not saying it right.

“I think I feel like no matter how much I’m there it’s not enough, she’s so needy.”

Gut punch. You took such a sharp inhale you have to stop breathing to make sure Peter didn’t pick up on it. You’re reeling trying to look at it from his side, you didn’t seem needy, but everyone’s idea of needy must be different.

Sure, you do try to extend his visits for as long as possible but that’s because some weeks you feel like you don’t see him but for a few hours and you’re willing to scrape up as much time as possible. And because you love him. And sure, there have been times you ask him to do things or help you but you love watching him fix things around your apartment and have him take extra time to dote on you. And because you love him.

You want to hang up, you don’t want to know why he thinks you’re needy. If you do then you’ll spiral and question everything you do from here on out.

On Peter’s end he pulled his phone out to check to see the time, and if you’ve texted. His eyes widen at the screen, he feels like he stopped breathing before he whispered a “fuck” under his breath, he looked at the screen and tried to pretend it wasn’t real.

It was. Bold and in his face, your saved name and small lettering below it, ‘call connected’ you’ve been on the line for six minutes. You heard absolutely everything, in a panic he hung up the call which was the worst thing he could’ve done, because now you know he knows, and suddenly you realized that if he thought you were needy you’d show him you weren’t.

—----------------------------------

There is no surprise your boyfriend is pounding on the door.

Not loudly, but constant and quickly, demanding to not be ignored.

Like his four missed calls.

After two straight minutes of his rapping you finally swung the door open, waiting for him to bombard you with reason and apologies. He looked surprised. Peter opens and closes his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say exactly.

Your eyebrow raises at his silence, “you had forty minutes, four missed calls, seven ignored texts, banged on my door for two minutes, and in all that time you didn’t think of one thing to say?”

“I’m sorry?” He looks sheepish, he gave a tiny shrug. Hoping you’ll find him cute enough to be let off the hook, like a kid with cookie crumbs around his mouth claiming he didn’t know who ate them.

You run your tongue over your teeth and click them, “yeah, no.” You try to swing the door shut and he foot catches it.

“Baby,” he catches your eyes, his own look wet and sad. He looked remorseful for his words but didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.”

You know what you want to say, you want to tell him that it hurt your feelings, that you didn’t know you were being that way, why he didn’t tell you, why he felt that way, a million things ran through your mind.

But that would make him right. Needy about answers, about why he would think that. That would prove him right, and you weren’t needy, you didn’t think you were but anything he might deem as needy wouldn’t be done anymore.

“It’s okay.”

Peter pulls his head back, he’s unsure if you know what you said.

“It’s…okay?”

You nod, “yeah, sure, I understand, you were just venting, and I shouldn’t have been listening.”

“But that doesn’t make it okay, because if you did that to me I’d be hurt.”

But I wouldn’t do that, I only praise you around my friends.

“Yeah, well, fuck around and find out, you know.”

It feels off, this is why Peter didn’t want to tell you anything. He knew you’d pull away from him, you already are.

“Wanna watch a movie? I heard there’s -” he tries to move around your shoulder to come in but you move to block him entirely. He looks at you half confused, half offended.

You didn’t need him. He had plans with his friends and you weren’t about to prove them all right and have Peter come running back to you, like he always does, and try to fix things.

This time Peter wouldn’t fix things, you were. It was clear what he didn’t like, so you’ll stop doing it.

“Don’t you have plans tonight?”

Peter snorts, “since when do you care? You always beg me to stay with you anyways.”

Is that one? One of the things that made him think you were needy?

Not tonight.

“I won’t beg tonight then, go have fun.”

Peter regrets everything about the past two hours, he should’ve stayed when you asked the first time.

“I have more fun with you, lemme in.” Peter tried to push past but you were adamant he leaves.

“Go smoke some weed with Mark, come back when you have the munchies. I’ll make cookies.”

Peter shakes his head, “I don’t wanna hang out with them right now, I want to hang out with you.” He tries to move past you for the third time, you put a hand on his chest to push him back.

“No you don’t. You feel guilty and want to prove something to me or yourself or whatever, and I don’t need Logan thinking if you don’t grovel at my feet then I’ll stop sucking your dick.”

Peter jumps in immediately, “that was fucked up, and I know I said some shitty things too but I didn’t want him thinking I wasn’t getting laid.” His eyes blow up, he moves his hands around, “not that that matters! Cause I’d love you no matter how much we had sex, but we are having sex and he-”

You hold up a hand to stop him, “I don’t know where you think that’s going but it’s nowhere good. You’re just digging a deeper hole.”

Peter’s voice is panicked, “there’s a hole?”

You sigh and clasp your hands, you point them at his chest.

“I’m not mad and I don’t need you here, I also don’t need you trying to make a point about not meaning it. You said it and you meant it, don’t lie to my face. Either man up or go back to your friends.”

You were right, this is going nowhere good and Peter knows it.

“This shouldn’t be a fight, right?”

You shrug, “I dunno.”

Peter pleads with you, he wants anything, something he can work off of.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” He reaches for your hands and you let him hold them, he rubs his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“Are you sorry you said it or sorry you got caught?”

Peter doesn’t know how to respond yet, he doesn’t know how to be honest without offending you and he doesn’t want one thing to change.

“I just….” He groans and tilts his head back, “can I please come inside?”

You take him in and decide it’s okay for him to enter, your head looks at your roommates door to make sure it’s still closed.

Peter flops on the couch and slaps the coffee table, you take a seat where he called and waited.

“You’re not needy. Not at all, and don’t think I’m just saying that because I think that’s what you want to hear. Needy is the wrong word, it makes you seem annoying or unbearable and I promise you’re my most favorite person in the world, so it’s not that.”

You whisper your words, your thumbnail being nibbled on.

“So what did you mean?”

“I don’t even know!” Peter stresses his point, you can see how upset he is, that he not only said it, but couldn’t place it.

“I just think maybe,” he groans, he doesn’t like being vulnerable. He’s the strong one in the relationship, it wasn’t very manly to cry over loving your girlfriend too much.

Peter rubs at his cheek and shrugs, “I don’t know.”

Your eyes narrow, “liar.”

Peter folds his cards, the only thing he has to lose here is you, and he will if he doesn’t be honest. But it’s a whole new level to him, a layer he’s about to peel back, one that isn’t so light and happy. It’s a side very few people have seen, he’s scared to show it to you.

“Can we talk?”

You look at him oddly, “we are?”

“Private.”

You’re confused but lead him to your bedroom. Peter didn’t know how to tell you he was about to cry, but when he did he didn’t want your roommate seeing it.

You wait for Peter’s lead when you reach your room, he pushes you towards your bed for you to take a seat, he stands between your legs and cups your face. Peter tilts your head up until he’s looking down into your eyes, he looks troubled. A small tired grin hugged his lips, “hi baby.”

“Hi, peter.” you whispered soft, his thumb brushed your bottom lip.

He takes in a deep breath like he’s remembered the task at hand.

“I’m about to tell you something I haven’t told anyone else, and it’s a different Peter than you’re used to.” Peter presses a kiss to your forehead and steps back, this time he takes a seat at your desk chair.

“I don’t think you're needy. I don’t even know what to say, cause like, fuck… I don’t, look, spider-man has a lot of people that need him, right? And he works hard all day and has no one to share it with, but I do. I get to tell you about my shit days, and you’ll patch me up and I’ll pretend to leave just so you can ask me to stay over, and honestly? It feels nice to have someone who needs Peter and not spider-man for once.”

You try to speak but he stops you, he looks like he’s about to cry.

“I look forward to it too much. I fucking sit here and play pretend, like it’s a chore to spend time with you, and you always ask me how I do it so good and I’m just so used to hiding it. I’m so used to hiding this lonely feeling, like nothing is enough, and then I had you.”

Peter shakes his head slowly, he wipes at his nose. Tears drop casually with every few blinks as he speaks, you want to hold him to you forever.

“I didn’t have to do anything because you did, you made all the decisions I wanted to in the first place. I love when you ask me to fix things, and when you want me to spend every second with you, when you want me to skip a night out, when you get me to stay over for the third night in a row.”

Peter wipes his eyes, he sniffs and breathes out shakily, this is what it’s about, right?

“Baby, you aren’t needy. I am.”

“And you projected that on me.” It wasn’t a question.

He laughs, a tear drips down his nose, he wipes it away.

“I’ve never felt so needed and wanted in my life, and I am so terrified I’ll fuck it up and lose it all.”

You’d never do that, if the relationship ends it won’t be on your terms.

Finally you stand and sit on his lap, he welcomes you and for the first time you notice how tight he’s always wanted to hold you, forever stuck in his grasp. You straighten the collar on his shirt and fix his hair, his eyes shiny from his tears.

“You could, you could fuck it all up and lose it.”

You press your forehead against his, “but I need you too much.”

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #tasm!peter x you #my writing

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collgeruledzebra · 2 years

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oh the pain of finding a podcast with what seems like a really cool premise only to realize that the actual writing sucks 😔

#if i may soapbox for a moment. the lack of entry barriers to podcasting is one of the medium's biggest advantages when it comes to people #being able to create and share unique stories that wouldnt be likely to be considered by larger industries such as television #BUT it also opens up avenues for a lot of beginner writers who might not have a great grasp on say dialogue or pacing or a lot of things #that are hard to quantify but really really important to the experience of a story end up putting their ideas out there and end up with #a show that might have curb appeal so to speak but once you actually listen is impossible to really get into because it's just not polished #i cant tell you how many podcasts ive genuinely wanted to enjoy but cant because they cant figure out the framing or the style is awkward #or a lack of attention to pacing takes away the impact of plot points #like the amount of times ive thought ''this would be so so good if it wasnt like your first time writing like this'' augh #k soapboxing over. gnight #also im not naming names because that would be kinda mean esp considering some of them that i know are on here #but my dms are open if you want to commisserate #original

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lumibuns-blog · 6 months

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First time with Leon S. Kennedy<3

-just to be clear it's Leon's first time but not yours-

I'm back on my whiny sub Leon soapbox because he is perfect in every way🤞

It's not as if Leon hadn't wanted to do things with someone else, it's just his life hadn't really allowed it, between missions and saving the world, he hadn't found someone he was willing to share that moment with until he met you.

You made him feel things he hadn't felt before... a stirring heat that he at first didn't recognize but came to love. How looking at you, your curves, your face, the way his head began to spin when you bit your lips and sneaked a smirk at him, because you new how flustered it made him.

Actually you seemed to know everything about him, what made him loose his mind.

That's exactly what got him into this situation.

His hands ghosted over your ass, fingers just barely touching it through your silk dress. He was kneeling on his knees in front of you, his chin resting on your stomach so he was looking up at you, and that same devious smile that rested on your face.

He had been attempting to put his shoes on so you two could go for a night out, but seeing him in a loose button down shirt gave you other plans.

You moved your hand down to cup his cheek and stroke it the your thumb.

"What do you want" you asked simply

"Wha-what?" Leon breathed

"Do you want this?"

"I-I'm sorry I don't understand" Leon had an idea of what you were trying say and prayed to god that he was right.

"Do you want me?" You asked a final time

Leon's eyes widened and his breath hitched

"So bad" he replied breathlessly

"Good" you smirked turning away and causing him to stumble slightly

He looked up at you, eyes wide

"Well what are you waiting for?" You asked turning back around to face him

He immediately scrambled to his feet, kicking off the shoes he had been attempting to put on what felt like hours ago.

"Wait just a second" he began, standing behind you "I mean I think I know what you mean but it's just that Idon'twanttomakeyouuncomfortableor anythi-hmmpf!"

You cut his off by crashing your lips against his, locking your heels around his torso and grinding yourself against his noticeably hard cock, throwing your weight on him and causing him to stumble backwards and fall onto the couch.

"I though a special agent would be better with his balance" you teased

"I-I normally am it's just-ah! Fuuuck, y-you're hips..." he stammered

"I know handsome" you chuckled

You felt his cock twitch underneath you 'had such a light comment really turned him on?' You wonder

You slowly rolled you hips over his, grinding you bare cunt over his clothed tip, as you had forgone underwear underneath your dress.

"Ah! Mmh-" he stammered again

You began to slowly move off his lap,

"Wai-wait- n-need you- please" his choked out, unable to stand the sudden absence of pressure

"Be patient" you smiled, your voice like a song that made him loose all sense of reason

You slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders and slowly let it fall to the floor, revealing you fully nude figure to him

There was moment of silence before

"Wow." Leon said breathlessly, his mouth wide

'This man look so serious but is acting like such a nerd' you giggled to yourself

"What's so funny" he questioned, unable to take his eyes from your tits

"Oh nothing" you sighed moving back to his lap

You hovered you hips over his not giving him the pressure he so obviously desired. You watched as he instinctively began to buck his hips upward, craving your touch.

You decided to give him what he wanted, dropping you hips down suddenly onto him.

"Oh sh-s-shit" he looked as if he was holding his breath before he let it out and his hips convulsed slightly underneath you.

"I didn't know you were so sensitive" you teased

"I'm not-it's just- it's y-you" he was so cute when he could barely get the words out

You suddenly grabbed his hand and cupped it around one of your breasts.

His breath hitched again, he seemingly froze, hand twitching and eyes locked onto your chest for several moments.

"Ya know you can-" you placed your hand back on his and guided him to gently squeeze you

His ruff hands felt nurturing yet strong, you couldn't help but slip out a small moan

His eyes immediately locked onto you face, eyes wide, as if he was in a trance, he immediately squeezed you again and moaned when you gave the same reaction.

Gaining sudden confidence he moved his mouth to your other fit and began to slowly lick around its center

"Fu-ck Leon what are you-doing" you asked, surprised he even knew what to do

He released your breast from his mouth to look up at you and breathlessly stammer "pl-please- I want to hear you- uh-moan like that a-again"

"Mmmhp" you hummed letting him get back to work and relish in all the noises you were making for a while before you shifted back removing him from his new found heaven, between you tits

"Nhmmmh" he whined at the loss of contact once again

"Be patient" you hushed once more moving your hands to fumble with the zipper of his dress pants

"Wha-what are you-?"

You cut him off "don't you want to fuck me?" You said promptly

He looked at you once more with those wide eyes "s-so soooo bad"

"Then get those pants off" you smirked

He immediately rushed to sink his pants down to his ankles taking his boxers with them and allowing his fully stiffened cock to spring free

He groaned as you looked at the precum beading from his head

You positioned yourself about him, hovering your cunt just above his tip

Leon looked up at you like you were god, at that moment, feeling you was all that mattered

You lowered yourself so his tip was barley coated in you slik

"Oh god- f- mrmpff- p- please" he cried, throwing his hands back into the top of the couch

"I'm not going to tell you again Leon, be patient" you smiled devilishly

"Y-yes- anything, I promise-just-just"

You suddenly dropped fully into him, breathing out a long moan as his size stretched you perfectly.

Leon threw his head back "ah-ah- oh fuck- you feel-" he could barely get the words out "fuck you're so w-warm- you're squeezing my cock- ah!" He yelped as you began to rock back and forth slowly

"P-please- just wait-" he breathed

"Is something wrong?" You asked concerned

"N-no it's just...you feel so, soooo good- I- I don't want to cum b-before you" he admitted, embarrassed "it's like- I mean - this is better- than ANYTHING" he grunted

"Oh Leon" you smiled leaning in close to his ear so your breath tickled at his neck "that's exactly what I want"

"Hah-ah fuck-" Leon started as you began to move your hips at an unrelenting pace

Relishing in the fact that he seemed to choke every time you arched your back.

You could feel his tip kissing your cervix every time you sunk back down onto his length, and your own release building up inside of you.

By the looks of it, Leon was lost in the pleasure, stringing together versions of your name and every curse word he could think of

"Pleasepleasepleasepleas--let me cum- ah- you feel- so fucking good- mmhh- squeezing me like that" he cried out

You leaned towards his ear once more, "I want you to cum baby, cum with me"

That's all it took,

"Ah-ah-ah cumming" he said as his hips faltered and he began to shoot rope after rope of his load into you.

Feeling his hot cum made pushed you over the edge, and you drenched his cock, causing his to lurch forward and wrap his arms around you to pull you against his bare chest.

You both sat there breathlessly, pressing against each other. After what was to Leon "not long enough" you slid yourself off of him, watching him shiver and gasp as you did.

You sat there on his lap, taking in his fucked out expression, ecstasy written all over his face.

After a moment he brought his arms up to you and pulled you into a warm embrace on your shared couch,

"D-did I do good?" He asked quietly

"Are you kidding, you were perfect" you smile at him "maybe I'll let you be on top next time" you giggle

"Really" he gaped at you, honest excitement in his eyes

"Really"

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joeloverture · 3 months

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now that i'm officially putting my soapbox away to (hopefully) gather dust in the closet... next up from me is... 🥁🥁🥁 a lesson in condom sense!

i'm aiming to have her out in the world by this weekend, tags are subject to change because this is only 1/3rd done, but please keep in mind i'm a full time student (and working in editorial!) so my schedule can be unpredictable. that said, the support on my blog has been beyond phenomenal and i am so grateful and humbled to see all of you enjoying my work — can't wait for you all to see this one <33

Update: POSTED!! 📩

#vetty's words 𓇢𓆸 #coach!joel pt 2 should be imminent as well <3 #a lesson in condom sense: fic #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller/f! reader #joel miller/reader #joel miller smut

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getvalentined · 11 days

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Getting back on my Zack Is Canonically Polyamorous soapbox because the people need to know and also the number of people accusing Aerith of being unfaithful in Rebirth is absolutely fucking ridiculous when taking Zack's romantic escapades into account.

There are spoilers here, and I'm tagging accordingly, but I'm not putting it under a cut.

We know for a fact that Zack is in a relationship with Aerith. We've known this since the OG, although we didn't know most of the details back then, just that they were together. In Remake, Aerith describes Zack as her "first love." In Chapter 11 of Rebirth, the first memories of Zack that Cloud reclaims are of him talking about how great Aerith is, and Cloud describes him as being "head over heels" for her. In Chapter 8, we found out that Zack's parents were able to recognize her based entirely on Zack gushing about her when he wrote home—and this is one of the most important parts, honestly.

Zack has a thing with Cissnei. We don't know how deep it is, but throughout Crisis Core (and even in the summer event in Ever Crisis) we can see very clearly that there is something between them, and it's never treated like a big deal. She's never completely honest about her feelings, so we can assume he didn't know that she saw him as anything more than a casual thing, but they have a relationship. It's made explicitly clear that this is the case when Zack returns to Gongaga and she lets him know that she's spoken to his parents, and he warns her that they're basically going to suggest that she marry him.

Zack's parents know about his relationship with Aerith and they also apparently know enough about his relationship with Cissnei to suggest that she make that relationship "official." They want her to join the family. They asked, she apparently reciprocated, and she lives in Gongaga after Veld is "killed."

Cissnei is also aware that Zack is in a relationship with Aerith, but that doesn't stop her from pursuing him anyway. She gets it and she's okay with it. She never, at any point, tries to push him away from Aerith—she's the one that tells him how special Aerith is, how important, how lonely. She's supportive of his relationship, and doesn't seem to feel that it makes her own feelings or their relationship any less valid.

Okay, so that's proof that the people around him are, at the very least, okay with him having multiple partners. That doesn't necessarily mean he's poly, though, maybe he's just a womanizer and everyone accepts it. Weird, but possible. He's really endearing so maybe they all give him a pass.

But no! No this isn't it at all! And we know it because of how Zack responds to Aerith being in love with someone else in Rebirth. When he finds out that Aerith is has feelings for Cloud, there's not a hint of jealousy in a single thing he does or says. He's disappointed when Marlene says it's because he wasn't there, but it's not disappointment in Aerith or in Cloud—it's disappointment in himself, because Marlene is right. He wasn't there. He couldn't protect her. There's also no spite there, he never responds like her feelings are wrong because he's here now and that means Aerith can rely on him again, and we know that because of how he responds to this information.

Zack finds out that Aerith has feelings for Cloud, and his immediate mission is to make sure that Cloud recovers as quickly as possible. Now it's not just for him, it's not just because that's his friend, it's because Aerith loves him (too) and that means he has to save Cloud for both of them.

He's fully supportive of Aerith and Cloud having a relationship, to the point that the last thing he says to Cloud when he gets thrown into a dying timeline is a request that he take care of Aerith. He's not exactly passing the torch here, because he's still alive—but he doesn't know if he'll be able to meet back up with a version of Cloud that is awake again, and he needs Cloud to know that he supports them in this.

And then, in the dying timeline where Zack is banished after fighting Sephiroth, he has the ability to synergize with Cloud from across the multiverse. The DMW limit break connected to Aerith is active in the space. All three of them are together here, just not physically; Cloud and Aerith are protecting Zack as much as Zack has been struggling to protect them.

Zack loves that Aerith loves someone other than him because that's how he is too. Zack has multiple relationships at the same time, he loves multiple people at the same time, he has emotionally intimate connections with multiple people at the same time. Why would he take issue with the love of his life feeling the same way?

Cloud isn't his replacement any more than Cissnei and Aerith are interchangeable, and Zack understands that, because Zack is polyamorous—and he's really happy that Aerith may be, too.

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