#rachael writes

[ragnarachael]

You Say It’s Enough (In Fact It’s Too Much)

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: a nice, even 4.9k

Summary: There was one thing Eddie Munson had learned once he started to date you: you were practically raised on the band Queen. He really liked that he had someone to spar with intellectually about music, yes, but somehow, some way, Queen was always brought into the equation. One day, after the two of you had a fun little go in his van, you made an off-handed comment about how you two had fucked to one of his favorite albums, so why not one of yours?

And, well. That's how you got here, face pressed into the mattress as Queen's News Of The World album plays as a back track.

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), orgasm delay/denial, orgasm control, fingering, brief p in v (literally for a few seconds and then IT’S GONE), soft little in between moments <333333

Notes: ​ok look. this started off as seeing eddie munson everywhere. i didn’t even see the season when i started this. THEN I sat down, watched the entire season in one sitting and now i’m depressed and wanted to finish this for serotonin. and i smashed my almost year long queen obsession in with it. so. ENJOY MY EROTICA <3

F E E D B A C K! | A O 3  L I N K! | T A G L I S T  L I N K 

You were thankful your parents were out of town on a business trip for the week because you’re more than sure the sound of Queen’s News Of The World album isn’t drowning out any of your moans as your face is pressed deep, deep into your mattress while your boyfriend practically makes out with your pussy, having rolled you over to sit on his face. His fingers that are adorned with those stupid clunky rings seem to brush your clit at every frantic thrust he delivers in time with the rhythm of track six, Fight From The Inside. You can hear the faint clacking of the metal at certain thrusts his fingers twist to give you.

Eddie’s clearly not planning on slowing or stopping with his little game he’s got going as his mouth stops sucking and tracing your folds, as well as the three fingers inside you come to a stop for a third time. It’s extremely effective, making you sob loudly into the mattress, begging to have some fucking form of release.

You feel Eddie’s free hand rub along the curve of your thigh in a way of comfort as he lets you come down from the high you’d been chasing currently.

“You alright, sweetheart? Sounds like three’s a lot,” Eddie asks, breath fanning over your drooling pussy as you try to pull your face from your damp sheets due to his tone of concern he has for you. You can practically hear his smile when you let out a loud groan, hips twitching to have his fingers shift inside you just a bit deeper. “Easy, finale’s comin’ soon, don’t you worry.”

You’re slightly confused as to what Eddie means by finale. You’re too drunk on arousal and pleasure to think into it as the ending of the song fills your room; Roger Taylor’s falsetto making your ears ring as you moan brokenly—maybe even almost in key with the recording, which would make a personal dream of yours come true—all while Eddie’s fingers are leaving your pussy with a noise that you can barely hear over the everything going on all at once. All you’re properly aware of is that you’re empty, readily pushing your bottom half out more to your boyfriend in a silent plea to bring his fingers back to where you need them most as he shifts around from underneath you. Eddie’s shoulders are gone from either side of your kneecaps, and your bed dips under his full weight before he’s shuffling around your bedroom.

Once the song is over, you start to realize what Eddie could have possibly meant by finale.

Suddenly, his hands are at your hips and breaking you from your thoughts, the tip of his hard cock gliding effortlessly through your puffy, aching cunt just as an all too familiar bass line starts to reverberate in your bedroom as the head catches on the rim of your weeping, stretched open hole.

Get Down, Make Love.

“Oh, fuck,” you wail loud and breathy along with the guitar in the song, twisting the upper half of your body so you can watch Eddie as he smirks at you evilly, slowly pressing into your molten core. “You’re fucking evil.”

Eddie’s slow the whole time. It’s driving you insane, you wish you had the energy to chew him out for it as you both watch how slow his hips are. You two normally go fast and hard—this had been a change. Granted, he was delaying your orgasms. That’s probably why he was going so slow.

That, and also so you can feel just how he stretches you out. Times like these make for great moments to throw in some dirty talk, but he already talked himself up during the beginning of this sexual nightmare.

“What my girl asks for,” Eddie starts once he finally has his cock seated completely inside of you. You could feel how deep he was, just how thick. You were close to being fucking rabid, just having him seated balls deep inside of your cunt like this. 

He takes a moment to savor how your cunt wraps around his cock so tight in this position before leaning over your bare back to finish speaking, “she gets. Whine about how you haven’t gotten to get fucked to Queen before? Oh, well now..”

Your breath hitches when you feel Eddie’s calloused fingers swirl your clit for a few moments almost as if he’s the one playing the guitar and tugging the strings to make that first wailing noise again.

Except you’re the guitar, and you’re already high-strung enough to be screaming for him to fuck you into the next deepest pit of hell.

“Pl-Please, Ed,” you beg, feeling how tight his grip on your hips are. He’s wanting to plow you into the mattress, you can feel him twitching inside of you and holding back as he slowly slides out of your sopping cunt only to deliver two deep, hard thrusts in time with the infamous bass line you basically grew up listening to whenever you visited your extended family in London.

Eddie shushes you gently, his less ring heavy hand trailing up your spine to gently grip the back of your neck once you readjust your head to be pressing into the mattress again.

He’s been doing this to every song since the third track of the fucking album, both with his fingers and now his cock. Fucking teasing you in time with the tempos, or whatever had a pattern to his ears. Sheer Heart Attack, the track in question that had started this all, was where he made you cum once with no stimulation whatsoever to make you crave more before edging you twice.

The two tracks after that, All Dead, All Dead and Spread Your Wings, he took it easy on you. Lavished your body with kisses, just overall being gentle—until the end of Spread Your Wings, where during the solo he sang proudly, oh baby, spread your legs and thighs away! as an invite to start eating you out before he turned the two of you over so you were hovering over his face just in time for Fight From The Inside earlier.

You loved Eddie Munson, truly, but the fact that the memories you’ll have for this album will be taken over with how good and thorough you’d been fucked at the hands of your merciless boyfriend is going to kill you when you visit your uncle in the summer for your birthday.

You’re trying not to think too hard about how he’s following the rhythm he’s created, and you’re so far off into being sure you don’t let yourself cum by thinking about anything and possibly everything again that you realize Eddie is already pulling out of you just at the end of the song to carefully guide you over onto your back.

“Hey, baby,” he greets softly, hearing your quiet whimper of how empty you feel again, large hands cupping either side of your face. “How’re we feelin’?”

Sleeping On The Sidewalk crackles to life through your record player’s speakers as you try to find words to reply with, grounding yourself with the feeling of his rings against your cheeks. “Good, green.”

Eddie smiles fondly down at you and presses a kiss to your slightly damp lips. Moaning and shoving your face into the sheets below you really do a number, both to you and the sheets. You’re shocked drool isn’t smeared across your chin right now. You try to go and deepen the kiss, but Eddie is sure to pull away so he can let you take a proper breather.

“Wait,” you mutter, just realizing what song is playing as a shaky hand moves to grip at one of his wrists to try and communicate you want his hands to stay on your face. Your eyes move into a squint to glare at your boyfriend. “You’re an asshole.”

Eddie gasps, just to amuse you a bit further to ignore how he’s left you hanging for what feels like the billionth time alone tonight.

“What! What did I do?” He asks, still grinning like a dope as he lets the hand that isn’t being held at the wrist to glide over the curves of your wired body gently to try and cool you down. “I’m not doin’ anything.”

“You didn’t wanna fuck me while this song plays. Because you know I have a thing for Brian May.” You pout to punctuate just how rude he’s being. To be frank, even if you’ve fantasized late at night that you were getting nailed by a certain guitarist to his own song—your boyfriend nailing you would be just as good, if not better.

You realize that if Eddie could somehow hear your thoughts, he would either kill you, or Brian May himself. It honestly makes you start to laugh a bit.

Eddie snorts, starting to giggle with you as his hand on your cheek shifts slightly to cup your jaw slightly so his thumb could trace your protruding bottom lip, his free hand coming to a halt and stopping just under your left breast and stroking the curve of it. “Yes, and no. You’re getting a breather for this song and the next.”

You raise a brow, both of your giggles going away while you trace your thumb along one of the prominent tendons in Eddie’s wrist while you fight the urge to take his thumb between your lips. “And the Brian May comment?”

“Well,” Eddie starts, eyes flicking at your lips and his thumb before he’s moving his hand lower to cup your neck. “Let’s just say there are better guitarist’s out there.”

“Thought this was supposed to be a breather, not gearing me up to prove that you’re wrong.” You huff, fully leaning into his touch while his other hand moves to fully envelop your tit and knead the flesh. “Playing with my tits won’t make me back down either. You’ll just have to shut me up with that cock of yours.”

Eddie smirks at your tone, suddenly leaning his face down to lick between his fingers where your nipple is protruding out from. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. I’m already having a hell of a time not working you to exhaustion tonight, and honestly that last song didn’t help.”

You let out a loud whine. His voice makes your skin hum a bit more than a moment ago, and you throw your head back into the pillows behind you before getting your rebuttal ready, hands starting to bury themselves back into the sheets again to prepare for Eddie’s own form of torture. 

“Get Down, Make Love is supposed to have that affect. I thought you were gonna make me cum to that, Munson.” 

You can’t dial back how needy your voice sounds. You’re desperate for release at this point.

“Not until the end of the album, baby,” Eddie sing-songs, lapping at your nipple just to give you some stimulation to fixate on. His other hand is starting to travel lower now to your neglected breast. “I plan to have you high strung for the full 40 minute run time this album has.”

You want to snap back that it’s actually 39 minutes, perhaps he should do proper research—but you don’t have it in you to torch him with your words when he’s starting to kiss and lick and suck your chest the way he is through the current song—you have to be at the middle of it, you’re sure you are. The guitar solo in this song particular is closer to the end. 

You’re whimpering, really. It’s a bit pathetic when you zone in what Eddie is doing to your tits just so you can get your brain off of Brian May, and the impending argument you now have on your hands about guitarists and their techniques again. Your hips are bucking up and knocking against his abdomen, and it’s now you realized how he’s adjusted his body that’s hovering above you so he’s sure his cock isn’t going to brush against your pussy as your hips move.

Part of you wants to desperately put your hands on his body again, but he’s moving around so much you’re not quite sure if you should.

“Eddie!” You whine, high and needy as he bites and sucks just under one of your breasts he hasn’t detached from. You feel him hum against your skin but you don’t take the time of day to reply to it, opting for deep breaths to try and reign in both your annoyance of your boyfriend and your begging. Eddie isn’t deserving of it unless he gets his cock back in you.

Who Needs You starts to ring through the speakers, and this is when you finally relate to this song for the first time in your time listening to it. Eddie is starting to leave scattered bites all over your chest—low enough to keep wearing low cut tops you love so your parents don’t kick your ass, but if you looked hard enough you may just find some faint discoloration.

“T-Two songs left, Munson,” you pant out, not realizing how worked up you could get from Eddie’s mouth in other places. “Y’gonna make it worth my time?”

He pulls off of your chest with a slight pop, brown eyes looking up at you as if you’ve just rolled a successful kill in a campaign. “Is that a joke or a challenge?”

“Well, the last two songs aren’t really peppy—“

“Yeah, and? Who said I wasn’t gonna give it to you slow?” Eddie scoffs playfully, breath puffing at your newly sensitive skin. “It sounds like you really have no faith in me, sweetheart. That hurts.”

“You know what hurts, Eds?” You say, trying to sound coy and alluring—really trying to sell it so you could fucking orgasm. “Not being allowed to cum on your boyfriends big, thick cock.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to properly hover over your body again, making sure his face is level with yours. Your noses were close to touching as he starts to coo down at you. You should have felt humiliated probably, but genuinely you just felt more turned on as you tilted your head to where your lips would brush Eddie’s when he spoke.

“Aw, poor little baby. Craving some good dick and getting all huffy when she’s asked for this.”

“I asked—“

“You asked to be fucked to one of your favorite albums, sweet thing. I’m doin’ exactly what you asked for. I want you nice and fucked out by the time Freddie Mercury’s voice has faded and the record has stopped completely. Which is a total of 40 minutes.”

“39, actually,” you whisper, lips brushing Eddie’s just a bit more before he’s letting out a soft huff of a laugh and finally connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. If Eddie’s gearing up to try and comment on your nitpicking, you’ll try and find a small retort when he isn’t kissing the life out of you currently.

You can still taste yourself on his lips slightly, and that makes your head blur further and igniting your need to feel actual pleasure and follow through the wave of orgasm. Eddie licks past your open lips when you let out a breathy gasp. You swipe your tongue against his before he’s starting to pull away and nip at your bottom lip.

“You’re so picky,” Eddie teases quietly, chuckling before you’re giggling lightly with him, your hands finally moving to be placed on his bare sides. “I should have never chose this album from the list you gave me.”

“Why?” You pout, suddenly getting defensive. “It’s a good album, got two good solos for Roger and Brian.”

“Exactly,” Eddie snorted. “Your wet dream celebrities, all while I’m fucking you.”

“If you had chosen Hot Space it would probably be just as bad.”

Eddie groaned loudly, shoving his face in between your shoulder and your neck, mumbling loudly. “Not the shitty funk album.”

You laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatics as Who Needs You starts to fade out into It’s Late.

“If I can fuck you to Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica, then you can absolutely fuck me to Sleeping On The Sidewalk,” you huff, a hand going to rub Eddie’s back absentmindedly while you recall that night in his van. “You literally tapped the rhythm of the song on my skin when you tried to break my back—“

“You think Metallica’s bad, try Ozzy—“

“No!” You exclaim, slowly rolling your neck before feeling Eddie’s lips pressing kisses onto your skin. “No. He bites bat’s heads off, Ed. That’s disgusting.”

Eddie pulled his head from your neck, a fully fake yet dramatic pain filled look directed at you on the bed. “Excuse me? Excuse me? Disgusting? That shit is just plain cool, baby.”

“Mm,” you hum, scrunching your face up. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Eddie starts, his hands starting to wander your body slowly. “I do say so. I’ll take you to a concert and prove it myself.”

“If you’re taking me to an Ozzy Osbourne concert, you’re coming to a Queen concert with me.” Your hands fall back onto the bed, assuming Eddie is starting to get into gear and finally finishing you off. It’s Late is almost done playing at this rate thanks to your chatter, but you know neither of you are really paying attention. 

“Aren’t all of those in, oh I dunno, London.” Eddie’s thumbs rub across both of your nipples at the same time to get you gasping under his touch. “Last I recall, you have a passport and family there. I don’t.”

“Well,” you start breathy, “get one. I can call my uncle and he can snag us tickets for one of their summer or fall shows. He loves you.”

“He can, can he?” Eddie tilts his head like a puppy, hands tweaking at your nipples for merely a second longer before letting his hands continue downward, his head doing the same as he still lets you chat wildly about the tickets. You try not to let another gasp deter you from your reply.

“Yeah, he’s got connections, how else do you think I went to their other tours in earlier years,” you finish successfully. Speaking clearly with the conversation in mind to actually provide useful replies like a normal person is becoming harder. You’re feeling Eddie’s hands actually get close to your cunt again, and you’re sure that you’re already leaking with arousal just from his hands alone now.

“Babe, as much as I’m…enjoying, this lovely conversation about your wicked uncle and his connections,” Eddie responds breathily, suddenly making you painfully aware that his face is now leveled with your leaking pussy. “I think we can push it to the back burner for now, hm?”

Maybe you really shouldn’t have asked to fuck to a favorite Queen album of yours. You could go on tangents like this for hours—and you don’t really want to miss Eddie between your legs because of it.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp lightly in reply, feeling Eddie’s plush lips kissing around fading marks he’d made on your thighs previous nights, “back burner, yes. Please—“

His chuckle is very, very close to the target you’re begging him to work to now, you can feel the vibration which is spurring you on just a bit more. You subtly—perhaps not so subtly for Eddie, his arm now moving to rest across the expanse of your hips before him—shift your hips toward him as a silent plea. 

It’s Late starts to fade into the finale—My Melancholy Blues.

Normally, this is where the record would really end for you. Freddie’s voice croons over your speakers, and you just can’t get into it like you normally can. You are, personally, way more into the heavy sounds Queen produces anyway. But slowly, like some of the other songs you’d never enjoyed from their previous albums, you’ll grow to like it.

Hell, you may grow to love it as Eddie starts to slowly lick at your glistening folds, lapping at your slick that’s steadily pouring from your cunt now, finally getting some proper simulation after staying wired for so long.

“Yes,” you praise, high and needy just as Eddie’s lips wrap around your clit to suck lightly at the aching bud. “Fuck, yes Eddie.”

It’s embarrassing how easy it is to work you up to the point of whining and begging to cum, and if you weren’t so desperate, maybe you’d stop all together. But you’re babbling as Eddie’s fingertips trace over your loose hole before pressing deep inside of you again and brushing against the very spot he had teased you with from the beginning of getting his hands between your legs.

You moan loudly—it’s a moan you’re sure would have gotten you and Eddie caught, you’re suddenly feeling thankful for being home alone again—and your hands fly down south from the bedsheets to nestle in Eddie’s fizzy, slightly curled hair. He doesn’t slow his pace down like he has for the past however long it’s been now and your brain is fuzzy from the possibility that you can actually cum now.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” you hear Eddie coo suddenly, your pleasure only building and building as his rings clack together due to the speed he’s fingering you at, “c’mon and give it to me. You’re doing so well, look so pretty with my fingers deep in you like this.”

“E-Eddie,” you whimper, feeling your entire body tense up at the large wave of your orgasm finally starting it’s climax, about ready to crash down and wash over you.

“Let go, baby, it’s alright. I’ve got ya.”

And, well. You do.

You clench around Eddie’s fingers, hips jerking against the hold he has on you as you cum with a loud moan of his name. You try to arch your back as best you can with your hips being in place, and he’s licking your clit lightly—to help you come down from your high or prolong it, you don’t know, regardless—your hands twist in his hair, both wanting to press into the feeling he’s providing your pussy, but also wanting to pull away.

It feels so good. 

Your body stops convulsing after you let your hands pull from Eddie’s hair as to not knot it more from your actives this evening, but he’s still using his tongue to stimulate you lightly. His fingers have stilled, still buried deep inside of you all while his other hand is stroking the expanse of your stomach as you come back to reality.

“Jesus, fuck—“

“Not my name, last I checked,” Eddie teases lightly, tilting his head to rest his cheek on your upper thigh. “How we feelin’, baby? Good?”

“Great,” you stress playfully, though you know Eddie understands just how serious you are about it since your body is all relaxed and pliant. “Very good. Thank you.”

“You’re so very welcome,” he coos, lightly pinching the skin of your tummy with his fingers. “Can I take my fingers out? You ready for that?”

You take a proper look down your body to make eye contact with Eddie and nod, trying to seem unfazed by how hot he looks after doing all that he did to you just now in a short span of time. You take a deep breath as he nods back with a teasing look which makes you laugh just a bit as he eases his fingers out of your soaked entrance.

Your face is absolutely heating up from the sound the two of you make—and the way Eddie lewdly presses his fingers into his mouth to clean his fingers of your slick. If your body wasn’t feeling so much like jell-o, you’d probably get on your knees and make out with him once they leave his lips with a small pop.

Not long after that, Eddie’s flopping onto the bed, dropping a few kisses to your lips before he’s completely laying next to you with a fond smile just as you scoot slowly into his chest.

“If you give me a bit and a bottle of water, I can help you out, if you’d like?” You offer quietly after a few minutes of snuggling Eddie. You’re both enveloped by complete silence now, the record being completely finished probably ages ago. If you had it your way you’d pick another vinyl from your collection to keep playing, but Eddie may gag at whatever else you have on your shelf if you’re not careful. You’d like for him to stay the night with minimal arguments about music this time.

Eddie hums. He sounds like he’s contemplating your offer as his chin rests atop your head.

“If you’re sure, sweet thing,” he finally replies. He takes a moment to lift his chin from your skull to press a kiss to where it once was. “Don’t want to push you too far. We’ve got shit to do tomorrow.”

“Shit to do,” you echo lightly in confusion. “Is that code for—“

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie says firmly, squeezing you playfully as he watches your reaction to his words carefully. “Character sheet day. We’re getting you in the saddle for my one-shot with Harrington’s kids.”

You groan dramatically, pressing your face further into the skin of his chest. 

“I thought it was gonna be the day after tomorrow.”

“No, baby,” Eddie replies, hand running through your hair slowly. “Game day is that day. That’s Friday. Today’s Wednesday. Thursday is all about getting you prepped and ready.”

“Shit.” You pull your face from his chest to speak, and pout slightly. “I guess that really means no funny business tomorrow, huh?”

You watch Eddie’s face as he scrunches it into a doubtful look. It makes you giggle and drag yourself up his body so you could be face to face with him once again.

“I wouldn’t say no funny business. There can be some meetings of the funny variety, I’m not too strict, y’know.” You shudder as Eddie’s hands land on your sides, the metal of his rings having a bit of their chill again.

You bump your noses together, a knowing smile on your lips as you look your boyfriend in the eye. “Mm. Good to know.”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums in reply, his eyes crinkling as he smiles back at you. “You gonna kiss me, or just stare into my eyes all night? Last I was told I needed to get you a drink before we got started again.”

“Am I not allowed to look at you, Munson? Gosh,” you huff. It’s over Eddie’s face completely, and you try not to laugh at his reaction to your breath before you’re moving your face away from his slowly.

Until his hand lands on the back of your neck, pulling you right back to where you were. You squeak in his face, giggling lightly as he growls playfully in your face, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to seem intimidating.

Really, he just looked like a huffy kitten, this close up.

“Don’t be a brat, sweetheart. I could easily pick another album of yours and start this all again. The night is young, and so am I.”

You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side. You’re sure your eyes give away just what you’re thinking as you speak: “don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Eddie’s eyes scan over your face frantically, his expression staying the same as he tries to be sure you’re serious with him before his lips are pulling into a devious smirk, pressing your foreheads together.

“You don’t know what you’ve just walked into, sweetheart.”

“Pretty sure I do know,” you quip quietly, your lips brushing over Eddie’s as you speak. “I still want a water before we start, though, Eds.”

Eddie takes a moment to sit in silence with you. You’re not sure what he’s doing until he’s quick to press a kiss to your lips and savor it before carefully pulling himself from the bed and looking around for his boxers or a pair of lingering sweatpants.

“Fine. Fine! Water, some snacks and then I’ll torture you. Sound fair to you?” Eddie finishes by saying your name to be sure you’re paying attention to him, not looking around at anything particular—he wouldn’t really mind if you were looking at his dick, probably, but he’s trying to be sure you’re taken care of right now. That’s probably off the table.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I got the good fruit snacks—“

“Really?” Eddie stops completely when he finally moves to step into the sweatpants he discarded earlier in the night. “Like, the good good ones?”

You can’t hide your laughter at this point and nod while covering your mouth as you giggle. Eddie rushes back over to the side of your bed and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back with some waters and the whole god damn box of fruit snacks! Don’t miss me too much, baby!” He’s yelling, and there’s really no reason to but you let it happen anyways as you shift around in your bed to get comfy while you wait, watching the doorway fondly as Eddie rushes out to head down the stairs.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Double Trouble

Iceman x Dragon & Slider x Whiskey

@mrsjaderogers 💕

Slider and Ice agree to take their girls on a double date for a fun night out. However, the night takes a turn when someone from Whiskey's past shows up.

Warnings: Stephen is the lowest of low in the human race. He says some nasty shit. WHISKEY IS A GODDESS AND I LOVE HER VERY MUCH!!!

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From the moment they decided a double date was in order, Rachael and Jade had been super excited. They even went shopping the day before for their clothes together. Ice and Slider just chuckled at the pair as they went out.

Ron and Jade agreed to meet Rachael and Tom at their place so they could all go together to the restaurant.

Ice drove them all to the restaurant. Dragon in the passenger seat holding his hand as he drove, and the other two in the back getting cosy with one another. It was nice to spend this time together.

They arrive at the restaurant and are shown to their table. Dragon and Whiskey spent a good amount if time catching up on things. Ice orders drinks for the table to begin with.

The girls sit next to each other, opposite their dear husbands. As the wine is poured, the girls keep on chatting. They're laughing and bringing up old memories and all the crazy shit they've often found themselves in.

Tom shares a look with Ron. "If I didn't know any better, I would say they were dating each other."

Ron chuckles.

"Damn right. You're just here to pay the bill so me and Whiskey can have a nice time," Dragon giggles.

"Ah, it all make sense now. You married me for the money," Ice teases.

"I mean, who else is going to spoil me and Jade whenever we want," Dragon winks at him.

"I spoil her!" Ron chimes in.

"I bet you do," Rachael grins before sipping her wine. Jade chokes on her drink from beside Rachael and bursts into laughter.

The waiter returns to take their orders. They had hardly looked at the menu, so each of them quickly look over the choices. All the while Rachael and Jade continue to giggle like teenagers.

Tom orders for him and Rachael, knowing full well she isn't picking anything any time soon. Ron decides to do the same for Jade, knowing her favourite meals by heart.

The waiter leaves.

The two girls burst into laughter again.

"Why are they laughing?" Tom asks.

"I think it's just a thing they do. They look at each other and laugh."

"Maybe they're telepathic?" Ice suggests.

"I don't have to be telepathic to know what's on your mind," Jade says, looking at her man.

Rachael laughs into her wine glass.

"We can't take you two any where," Tom laughs.

"Shh, you love us for it."

They continue to tease each other while they wait for their food. Just as the girls finish their second glass of wine, having not stopped laughing the entire time, the food arrives.

Four delicious looking meals are settled on the table and they all dig in. The girls laugh a lot less while eating, but conversation still flows.

It's nice. Spending this time together as a group. They go put often together, but this felt a lot more intimate. Going out for drinks at the bar is one thing, but sharing a meal and talking about all their favourite memories, that's something else.

As they finish dinner, topping up their drinks again, though Ice is on ice water now because he's driving back, Rachael suggests dessert. Jade waves over the waiter and asks for their dessert menu.

"I don't think I can eat anything else," Ron says, leaning back in his chair a bit.

Rachael sticks her tongue out at him. "Well, I fancy something sweet."

"I fancy you," Tom says, without hesitation.

Jade giggles as she sips her wine and turns her head to Rachael. "Should we give you two some space?"

Rachael smiles as she leans into Jade's side. "They should be giving us space, no way am I leaving my wifey!"

The two burst into another fit of giggles.

The waiter drops off the dessert menus for the ladies and leaves again. The two open the menus and go over their options, trying to decide if they want the same thing, or if they want to go 50/50 on two desserts.

Just as Jade thinks she had decided on one, a voice near by catches her attention. It's a familiar voice she hadn't heard in years. Just like that, she goes cold. Rachael notices her shiver and looks up at her best friend.

"You alright?" She asks, keeping her voice quiet.

Jade turns her eyes to the table near by. Standing behind one of the chairs was a man she hadn't seen in ages.

Stephen.

Rachael follows her gaze and sees the man.

"Someone you know?" Rachael asks. Her questions has both men across the the table looking up at where Jade is looking too. Ron feels himself tense up.

"That asshole!"

Ron is about ready to get up out of his chair, but Jade is quick to reach over and stop him. She grabs his wrist gently and looks at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't."

"Can I ask?" Dragon looks between the couple.

"That's Stephen. My ex," Jade says, turning her eyes to the table. She picks up her wine glass again. "He doesn't know I'm here, let's just eat dessert and go."

Rachael closes her menu and watches Jade for a moment. She glances at Ron who is glaring over at the man at the other table. Rachael then glances at Tom who is looking at Jade with concern.

"Jade?"

Whiskey freezes and Ron's band curls into a fist on the table. Tom looks up at the man who was early upsetting his dear friend. Rachael reaches over under the table and takes Jade's hand in hers.

"It is you!" Stephen stands over their table with a huge shit eating grin on his face. Rachael hates it. "You haven't changed at all."

The way he says that makes Rachael's toes curl.

"Who are your friends?" Stephen looks at each of them.

"I'm Ron, her husband." Slider says. He had never met Stephen, but he knew all he needed to know about that man to know he hated him with a passion.

"Husband?" Stephen laughs. "Well, if you're into that..."

Ron glares at him. "What does that mean?"

Stephen doesn't reply. He turns his eyes to Rachael. She hates the way he looks at her. Rachael squeezes Jade's hand a little tighter.

"And you are?" He asks her.

"A boss ass bitch," Dragon sips her wine with her free hand.

"Ha. Okay..."

Stephen turns back to Jade. "You must at least be making a lot of many if these are your friends. At least you have that going for you."

Tom stands up immediately and stares him down. "I think you should go."

"What? I'm just catching up with an old friend."

"Old friend? I'd hardly call it that," Tom states. "You're making my friend uncomfortable."

Stephen continues to grin at Tom.

"You mustn't know many people if she's your friend."

It takes everything in Tom not to punch this prick in the face. He didn't want to make a public scene, but Stephen's loud voice seems to have done that already.

Stephen turns to Ron.

"I hope you have a good lawyer, you can't possibly be with her because she's any good in bed. I'd drop her soon as you can if I were you. Trust me, no one wants her weighing them down from life."

Rachael barely blinks before Ron is up on his feet and grabbing the man by his shirt. He holds the man up close to his face.

"Say one more thing about my wife. Go on."

Stephen begins to laugh.

Rachael turns to Jade and finds her darling friend crying quietly. Rachael wraps her arms around Jade and pulls her into her side. Jade leans against Rachael without a word.

"Oh, the waterworks. I don't miss that."

Rachael clenched her jaw.

"That's it." Tom looks at Ron and they both grab one of Stephen's arms each. They begin to drag him out of the restaurant.

Rachael let's go of Jade to pull out some money. She leaves it on the table and then takes Jade's hand. Jade follows Rachael put of the restaurant.

Tom and Ron push Stephen out into the street. They stand tall and firm as Stephen straightened out his clothes from being man handled.

"Was that really necessary?" Stephen asks.

"NO ONE talks about my wife like that," Ron glares at him.

"Oh come on, you can't possibly see anything in her. I can see it clearly. You're just like me. Dating her out of pity."

Ron goes to charge at him, but Tom stops him.

Rachael and Jade exit the restaurant and sees the boys standing in the street. Rachael sees Tom holding Ron back. Jade holds her hand tighter and Rachael gives her friend a comforting smile.

"You're going to be okay, Jade. Don't listen to that bastard. He doesn't know the Jade we know."

Jade smiles at Rachael.

"He was the worst part of my life," Jade confesses. Rachael places her hands on Jade's face and smiles at her softly.

"Then we must be pretty fucking good."

Jade chuckles. "Damn right you are."

"I better step in before Ron does something. Your husband would start a war for you if he could."

Jade smiles. She feels all light and warm.

"I know. I know he would. I love him for it."

Dragon winks at Whiskey and takes her a little closer to the group.

"Come on, you two. Party's over."

Ron turns and looks at Jade. He walks over to her and takes her into his arms. Rachael can see the way he looks at his wife and she smiles. That man is hopelessly in love with her and nothing is ever going to change that.

"Disgusting. Jade, he doesn't love you. He married you out of pity. He felt sorry for you. Just like I did. You have nothing to offer and you know there are far more beautiful girls put there than you. They have value. You don't. You have fallen for another lie. I feel sorry for you. I do. You're better off alone, Jade. No one wants you around-"

Before Stephen could do any more damage with his words, Rachael stormed up to him and gave him a good hard kick to the balls. Stephen instantly falls to his knees, hands over his crotch. Rachael stands over him.

"You say ONE more disgusting comment about my badass beauty and I'll break your fucking teeth. Jade is the most hilarious and wonderful soul, but you're too much of a bastard to see that. She's absolutely gorgeous, you fucker. Like, movie star level gorgeous. You're a rat who thinks he looks better when other people, but I can see you for you really are. You say one more thing about my Whiskey and you'll be seeing through two black eyes. You wouldn't know beauty if it hit you in the face. Maybe you'll recognize my fucking fist though."

Tom has to step forward and drag his wife back. As proud of her as he is, there is no way he was having her beat the shit out of this guy.

Rachael glares at Stephen as he remains crouched on the road.

"That's enough, sweetheart."

Rachael looks up at Tom and her expression turns softer.

"I'm sorry, but no one talks about Jade like that and gets away with it."

"I know, darlin', I know."

Tom gives Rachael a hug before she turns to check on her friend. Jade is smiling at her. As soon as Rachael frees herself from Tom's embrace, she runs over to Jade. They hug each other tightly.

"I love you so much!" Rachael tells her.

"I love you too!"

The girls stay like that for a while before they link arms and start walking back to the car. Ice and Slider follow them, leaving the asshole behind.

Ice takes everyone back to their house. Dragon makes Jade a drink in the kitchen.

"Stay the night."

Jade smiles at Rachael. "Okay."

They grab their glasses and head back into the living room.

"You two stay the night. Head back in the morning. It's been Hell of a night."

Tom agrees.

"Ron, you'll be alright on the couch right?"

"You don't have a guest room?"

"Yeah, but it's not done up or anything. Our couches are comfy! Right Tom?"

"Yeah."

Slider looks at Ice. "She make you sleep downstairs often?"

"Never. Tom comes to bed with me every night," Rachael winks. "But we have both definitely fallen asleep down here before. You'll be alright. Tom will bring you both blankets."

"Me?" Tom asks.

"Duh! Whiskey is sharing our bed with me. I'll change the bedding so she doesn't have to smell your aftershave on our sheets," Rachael laughs.

Jade giggled and the girls head upstairs.

Ron and Tom stand there in the living room alone.

"My wife just went up to bed with your wife," Ron says.

"Yep."

"And we're banished to the living room?"

"Yep."

Ron shrugs and picks a couch. "Go get us blankets then, Mr Ice Cold."

"Shut up, Ron."

The two laugh.

Even though the double date was ruined by an asshole, the Kerner's would always be able to rely on the Kazansky's to save the day. There was NOTHING Rachael wouldn't do for Jade if she ever needed her.

#iceman x dragon #slider x whiskey #chaos squad #the chaos squad #double trouble #Rachael writes

[rachaelthemes]

Ocular — Version 3

Preview // User Guide // More Info & Install

your favorite sidebar theme just got an upgrade, babeyyy

I went to update Ocular to make it NPF post-compliant and then my hand slipped and I redesigned the whole thing lmao. here's a brief update about Ocular 3; if you're looking for a full list of changes between versions 2 and 3, click the "Read More" below)

Ocular comes with the following features:

Colors: easily change the color scheme of your sidebar and posts using any colors you want

Post sizes: 400px, 500px, 540px, 600px, 700px

Sidebar: can be on the left, right, or above the posts. pick from a list of sidebar sizes, header image heights, and avatar shapes

Fonts: 20 different fonts, sizes 13px to 18px

Background: solid, gradient, full-size image or repeating image

Links: choose either regular navigation or drop-down navigation. unlimited custom links (visit the help desk FAQ for a tutorial) and ability to rename home, ask, submit, and archive links

Endless scroll, custom ask box text, Tumblr's full-width controls and search bar, optional header, avatar, and favicon images

if you already have Ocular installed, version 3 should be coming at you as soon as the update passes the theme garden. if you installed this theme with GitHub, you'll have to re-install manually.

now let's get to the fun stuff. what's new in version 3?

wow, do I have some updates for you!

1. goodbye color schemes, hello post background and text colors

you can now directly control the color of the posts rather than relying on color schemes to do it. want your posts to be a very specific shade of navy? all yours, buddy. go wild (make sure it's readable tho)

2. hello, color schemes! wait I thought we got rid of that guy

a lot of the color schemes I made became redundant now that the new post background/text color options exist. if you were married to the old color schemes, all of them can be recreated using those options. so the new color scheme options are as follows:

"My colors" — uses the colors you picked for post background/text

"Light preset" and "dark preset" — sets the posts to white with black text, or off-black with white text

"Translucent" — uses the colors you choose for post background/text, but makes the post backgrounds semi-transparent. there are NINE different translucent color schemes, ranging from 90% (only slightly see-through) to 10% (VERY see through)

3. navigation dropdown option

you can either use the sidebar links like they were before, or you can turn them into a cute little dropdown (helpful if you have lots of links or links with long titles!) you can enable this using the "use dropdown navigation" setting. you can also customize the label for the dropdown using the "dropdown menu label" setting. for instance, the dropdown on my blog currently says "oooh you wanna click me"

4. RIP google fonts I always hated your load times

decided to stop using Google Fonts and instead I'm providing the font files directly in the code. this will help speed up load times drastically when using custom fonts, plus I don't have to use Google. win-win! there's quite a bit of coverage overlap with the old fonts, but some of them that were too similar to each other got the ax. I also added all of the system fonts as options (hit classics like Arial, Georgia, and Comic Sans MS are now available TO YOU!)

5. more layout, sizing, and spacing options

the sidebar used to be either on the center-left, center-right, or above the posts; now it can go in the top-left or top-right! you can now control the border radius on the posts and sidebar. the header height, sidebar width, and post spacing all have additional options.

6. some options have been renamed for additional clarity

"background color 1" -> "background color"

"background color 2" -> "gradient background color"

"background" -> "background style"

"font override" -> "use body font everywhere"

"title" -> "sidebar title"

"description" -> "sidebar description"

"ask box text" -> "custom HTML above ask box"

7. removed some options

you win some, you lose some. I removed the uppercase sidebar links, theme credit, and inline media spacing options, mostly for redundancy reasons or because they produced unclear results.

8. as previously stated, now NPF-compliant

Ocular was ALMOST compliant with Tumblr's new post format, but had a few tweaks that needed to be ironed out. they're now ironed.

9: now user-friendly right out of the box

I updated the default color and content options, so new users installing this theme will have a much easier time using and customizing it immediately. no more ugly ass green background!

10. and finally, new JS

I had to rewrite some of the javascript for this theme, which turned into me rewriting ALL of the javascript. doing so meant that I could eliminate dependencies on third-party JS libraries and run the whole thing on plain JS. that should improve load times!!

bonus: custom CSS can do some nifty stuff now

want to change the size of your avatar? you can do that now! just do this to your Advanced > Add custom CSS section

super helpful if you're using the Avatar shape: Uncropped setting and you need your image to be a specific size (like a pixelated GIF)

for more info, check out the Ocular user guide. thanks for reading my updates!! hope you all have a fantastic start to your 2024 ❤️

#tumblr theme #tumblr themes #themes by rachael #codingcabin #ocular #blog #you should've seen me writing the JS for the audio posts lmfao I was on my hands and knees begging it to work

[youronlyjoy]

-i will write a fic inspired by the song (digital dagger- the devil within)

#fiction #writing #rachael writes

[autolenaphilia]

I think about the article "Don't Call Me Mister You Fucking Beast" from 1972 a lot. It was written by Transvestite, Transsexual and Drag Queen group of the Gay Liberation Front, the British organization. Among its authors was Roz Kaveney and Rachel Pollack. in fact I discovered the text by reading Kaveney's obituary about Pollack, where Kaveney says Pollack was the major mind behind their manifesto.

Now "Don't Call me mister" is a fascinating and important text in general, and a part of trans history. The Gay Liberation Front is often remembered as a cis gay organization, but the fact was that trans people were a part of it, especially transfems. As the article mentions, their group didn't have transmasc members at the time, it was all people we today would describe as transfem. Contrary to some claims in the transmisogynistic British press, transfems were a part of the modern UK queer liberation movement from its beginnings.

Also transvestites and transsexuals were organized together. There is no "medicalism", distinctions are made between those on hrt, those who want it but don't have it yet (in large part due to medical gatekeeping) and those who don't want it, but it isn't treated as important. The claim of "mere" transvestites to be women is treated as valid. The text openly speaks of "transvestite, transsexual and drag-queen women."

The writers also see their struggle as women as part of the broader feminist wave going on at the time. "Think how much more inspiring and beautiful the women's revolution will be when it joyously includes all women." The text in many ways anticipates the concept of intersectionality.

The discussion of passing too is complex, and defends wanting to pass from the young who are "quick to say be militant, don't hide." because the reality is "if you pass you're treated as a human being, if you don't you're treated as a pervert or a roadshow." But the text also notes "Yet there are also thrills to not passing, or more precisely, not caring if you pass." and defends that as well. And the text notes that not all of them conform to feminine stereotypes and that there are butch transfems among them.

I was most recently reminded of this article due to the recent f1nnster discourse, because the article discusses that question as well. "Why is Danny La Rue [a popular drag artist of the time] a West End institution, when we get kicked out of our flats for wearing a skirt? Apparently it's all right if you're doing it for money, but perverted if you do it for personal satisfaction." And that about sums up the divide between men who crossdress as part of a show, and ordinary transsexual women and transvestites even today. Crossdressing as a gag or part of a show has always been more accepted than crossdressing for personal reasons, or transitioning.

The values of the text holds up well overall, and reveals that the "old-school transsexuals" of the 70s often had similar views about medical gatekeeping and passing that young trans people today often have.

#my writings #about other people's writings #gay liberation front #trans history #don't call me mister you fucking beast #roz kaveney #rachael pollack

[penumbramewtwos]

Short story/snippet, based around the first chapter (More like a what if I did it in 3rd person and overly dramatic lol).

With an empty stare Okita's mutilated trainer remained motionless within the sterile tank. Halfway between life and death it's hard to know if she feels pain, despite the agony on her face. Okita tenaciously stared into the tank from below, she's resolute by the demonic sight, determined to extend the life of her best friend. Suffering a mental sickness from ongoing grief blinds the selfishness of her actions. You could almost feel sorry for her. Cutting the air with her telepathy, she laments with a monologue.

"Immortality isn't about living forever. It's about watching everyone you've ever cared for slip between your fingers as they die in your arms." The unwavered Mewtwo, begins to shake with raw emotion...

"What was a gift of life, is now a curse for all eternity that we watch with our eyes wide shut..." She swallows some dry saliva, stomping her foot on the tiled floor. "Hmph, but who am I to give-in. I am powerful, after all... You taught me to never give up, Rachael... It's about time I listened... It's about time you woke up in my arms..."

#mewtwo #species 150 #writing #ficton #fanfiction #pokemon #Okita #short story #Rachael

[the-blind-assassin-12]

*That feeling you get when you drag yourself bloodied and bruised and muddy and exhausted over the finish line of a wip you’ve been struggling with for a whole damn year*

#aphelion part 10 #the long drought is almost over #fucking finally 😭😭😭 #into the editing phase we go! #aphelion oberyn #oberyn martell vampire au #cowritten with Rachael #something tofightfor #writing things #writing is HARD

[loubaby52]

One thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since last episode is the dog cage. I think the dog cage was used, not only to reveal more of Roman, but also to place a Kendall and Logan parallel. “You punish the weak one” Connor says, and Kendall seems to have enjoyed putting Roman in that cage. Roman, obviously, did not enjoy this game and is still affected by it. I think the interesting thing is that Kendall barely even thought about it until Roman expressed that it was distressing for him. Kendall is upset at the thought that he was apart of Logan “punishing the weak one”. When Connor tells him that while it seemed like Roman enjoyed the game, Kendall did too, his reaction is to team up with sandy and stewy to take down his down his dad. He then is upset with Roman for reminding him that he has had a role in the abuse of his siblings.

In the last episode we see how Kendall’s morphed into his father. Instead of being ashamed at his involvement in the abuse, he takes active steps to “punish the weak one”. He needs to tell Roman that he “fucked it” to keep Roman under his wing. Further, he’s taking steps to create more cages to put his dogs in, where he’ll feed them scraps from the table. Kendall strikes Roman down at a vulnerable moment, at the same time he’s building up protections for himself, which seems to be a play from his dad’s book. You punish the weak one, send the weak one away so everyone knows who’s at the top of the hierarchy.

#succession season 4 spoilers #rachael talks to no one #these aren’t fully fledged thoughts but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the dog parallels and Kendall #I hope maybe writing them down will lead to a more clear and substantial connection in the future but we’ll see #kendall roy #roman roy #logan roy #you punish the weak one makes me absolutely insane #Succession S1E8 and S4E9 parallels

[thecoffeeloverbutterfly90]

Fancast for my writing (idea)...

Part 2.

Rachael Stirling as the Queen of the Fairies

Jennifer Saunders as the High Priestess

Anna Chancellor as The Queen of Highest Castle

Lydia Leonard as Celestine or Celeste.

Part 2. finished...

#fancasting #fanfiction #my writings #part two of two #rachael stirling #jennifer saunders #anna chancellor #lydia leonard #caracters

[jossambird]

I got so excited when I saw you liking my Izzy story!!! You're one of my favourite people on here 💕💕

RACHAEL!! 💖💖 Thank you, thats so kind of you to say! Uno reverse because I can say the same about you! 🥹💕

Omg, OF COURSE! ITS SO GOOD! I saw you writing for this trash fire of a wet meowmeow man and I just HAD to stop everything and read because I knew it was going to be so good 😤

#Hes SUCH a wet meowmeow #and your writing! UGH! I adore it so much #so pathetic #hes literally dunked into the sea 24/7 and looks so dumb #⬅️ me about all my blorbos basically #jossambird confessions #Dragon-Kazansky 💖 #Rachael 💖

[dragon-kazansky]

10 Year Fanfic Anniversary

Here is a list if my favourite fanfics that I've written. My fave fics have only been written over the last few years.

Smile for me - Zemo 2021

Smooth shave - Zemo 2021

Dangerous - Zemo 2021

Murder bird - Khonshu 2022

Head in the clouds - Iceman 2022

Fine piece - Cyclone 2022

The handsome stranger - Crowley 2019

The old book store - Aziraphale 2019

Count Dracula - Dracula 2020

Masquerade at midnight - 2022

♡♡♡

Here is a list of YOUR favourite fanfics of mine.

Fall for me - Pike @lieutenantn

Dangerous - Zemo @lieutenantn

Head in the clouds - Iceman @becks-things

Head in the clouds - Iceman @breadsquash

I get a kick out of you - Iceman @breadsquash

Fine ass man - Cyclone @breadsquash

Masquerade at midnight @meganlpie

Masquerade at midnight @starlit-epiphany

What lies within - Iceman @starlit-epiphany

Just hold my hand - Steven Grant @starlit-epiphany

Best date ever - Goose @starlit-epiphany

Like what I see - Iceman @starlit-epiphany

Head in the clouds - Iceman @phoenix1388

#10 year anniversary #10 years of fanfics #Rachael writes

[youronlyjoy]

Request Open

(Feel free to message me. )

#one shot fic #fanfic #rachael writes

[servants-hall]

Masterpiece Studio Round Up: Miss Scarlet & The Duke S4

Here are the Miss Scarlet & The Duke podcast interviews conducted by Jace Lacob for season 4. The Masterpiece/PBS site also includes a transcript if you’d rather read/skim the interviews. The show’s episode number is the one that the podcast’s release corresponds with. Note: sometimes these doesn't all appear on YT for some reason, and one is still missing at the tine of publishing this post.

4x03 - Rachael New & Ben Edwards (Showrunners/Writers/Directors) [Masterpiece Site | YouTube]

4x04 - Stuart Martin (William "Duke" Wellington) [Masterpiece Site | YouTube]

4x06 - Rachael New & Ben Edwards (Showrunners/Writers/Directors) [Masterpiece Site | YouTube]

Exit Interview - Stuart Martin (William "Duke" Wellington) [Masterpiece Site | YouTube]

#miss scarlet and the duke #msatd spoilers #msatd interviews #msatd s4 #stuart martin #rachael new #ben edwards #william wellington #eliza scarlet #note from the mod: never thought I'd have to write "exit interview' on this-- #(these are posts that we build on all season btw)

[knife-drawer-rp]

🔁🥴  to  catch  my  muse  as  they  faint. How heavy is Vash? Rach is going to find out. @splinter-sister

They didn't even have time to figure out exactly where they were headed when Vash suddenly kicked the Tomas into high gear, veering the traveling pair off course of their planned route. He'd just uttered something about "We have to help—" and heeded no protests from the back seat.

It was a good thing they did, though, since upon arrival, Rachael and the infamous outlaw would've discovered the town's Plant going completely haywire. Improper maintenance she might think as they shoved past the guards posted up outside the door, barely managing to shout out that they're Plant engineers before they'd gotten laced with bullets.

The scene inside revealed how desperate the situation was. There were cables everywhere, warning lights blaring, and worst of all... None of the people inside the building trying to "work on" the Plant seemed to have any idea what they were trying to do. Vash would've asked Rachael to usher them out before darting up the stairs, his boots clanking loudly on their metal surfaces.

There was such relief in the people's faces when they were told that they knew how to fix the issue and would take care of it if they'd just leave the building. Some skirted out faster than others, unwilling to risk themselves for something that's turning dangerous.

It only took about five minutes to fully clear the crowd, and by the time the lil redhead would've finished her sprint up the stairs, she'd find Vash stood at the plant, palms resting against the glass of its container, forehead pressed as close to its as he could. Pale blue pulses shimmered across his skin until the Plant itself seemed calm enough to return to its closed state... But the relief of that wouldn't come before Miss Donahue would have to make a mad dash to catch the crimson coated gunslinger!

SHE'S A STRONG GAL, SHE CAN HOLD HIM UP— Okay maybe not all at once, but she's definitely strong enough to help ease him to the ground while he's gone full limp noodle in her arms. There'd be a few frantic moments of trying to wake him would pass before he'd blink open those oceanic blues and fix them on her face. The smile that formed on his face was so achingly soft and relieved to see her, even though HE'S the one that passed out, "H... Hey there...! Sorry about that— Is everyone okay?"

#vash || [needle noggin] #rachael || [prickly pear] #ask meme #THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO SORRY #getting back into the writing groove~

[wigglys-dikrats]

i’m trying to write down my favourite quotes from firebringer but my bisexual ass keeps getting distracted by these beautiful dumbass cave people

#seriously this show is so good #everyone is so pretty #this show was written with the bisexual gaze and i love it #it’s also hard to write down quotes from this show because every line is gold #it’s a lot to write is all lol #firebringer #starkid #team starkid #dikrats #lauren lopez #meredith stepien #rachael soglin #denise donovan #joey richter #lauren walker #jaime lyn beatty #brian holden #jamie burns #tiffany williams #joe walker #clark baxtresser #bisexual #lgbt #inclusivity tag

[shadowsofthegun-if]

ok so i know that whole sibling ask was about Jesse & Blessing but now i cant stop thinking about Blessing saying like all of those quotes to their original siblings graves (or just where ever blessing is at the time since i dont think the siblings got any graves) on the anniversary of their deaths. just mourning their siblings that deserved better and deserved life and yeah

omfg anon thats actually so sad. why would do this to yourself. but i like ur brain. i might have some things planned for their death anniversary

#thanks anon! #mcs family died on christmas eve so it'll be a very interesting thing to write #mc having their first proper christmas with Ros family and having to pretend that they arent constantly thinking abt their siblings #speaking of Ro everytime i see rachael zegler all i can see is f!ro and it drives me nuts #i know that's so off topic but i wanted to share #the cain family. #'blessing' cain.