#seasons 3-4 are not very good and i need to say it out loud from time to time

[baxterbella24]

Can you tell you've made it in life when a showrunner replies to your tweet bashing (kinda) his show? Laughing so hard right how.

#the handmaid's tale #nervous laughter #seasons 3-4 are not very good and i need to say it out loud from time to time #sorry not sorry

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/07/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Samba Schutte; Dominic Burgess; Lindsey Cantrell; Rhys Darby; Fan Spotlight; Never Left Podcast; Cast Cards; AdoptOurCrew; SaveOFMD Crew; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

I figure we could all use some normalcy tonight so I'm going to treat tonight like every other night and bring some news in-- Love Notes are where to go for commentary/love tonight lovelies.

== David Jenkins ==

All the photos from his Instagram Post Are listed here on Tumblr

Instagram Source

== Samba Schutte ==

Good news! Samba ISNT GONNA STOP POSTING BTS!

Samba BTS Videos

OFMD 2 Set Shoutout #2 Video Part 1

OFMD 2 Set Shoutout #2 Video Part 2

OFMD 2 Set Shoutout #2 Video Part 3

OFMD 2 Set Shoutout #2 Video Part 4

OFMD 2 Set Shoutout #2 Video Part 5

Rhys Wink Video - @kiwistede ty

#Crew4Life video

== Dominic Burgess ==

Being the upstanding gentleman that he is, Dominic is still out here supporting us.

== Lindsey Cantrell ==

Getting love from Lindsey regarding our loss. Ty so much hon.

== Rhys Darby ==

Look whose cameo is back 👀

== Fan Spotlight ==

== Never Left Podcast ==

The Never Left Podcast has decided to throw hands and I fucking love it. Balls for days. Never Left Podcast - A Message for David Zaslav and Casey Bloys

Art by: AmysBirdHouse

= Cast Cards =

Even with the bad news, our lovely @melvisik is still at it! More cast members to collect! Love it!

== Watch Party Reminders ==

March 8th - Next Goal Wins!

When:  8 pm GMT / 3 pm EST / 12 pm PST

Thank you @lamentus1 for the info! Now available to buy in the UK: £11.99 @ Apple (https://tinyurl.com/mr3p6bvm) and £9.99 or £11.99 @ Amazon https://tinyurl.com/2fwdmezz. 

(US fans can watch on Hulu, and Disney Plus)

Watch Party Hashtags:

#SaveOFMD

#OurFlagWins

Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1

Don't have access? DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. 

Saturday there will be a re-watch for those who need to catch up (time TBD) .

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Adopt Our Crew ==

A message from our dear friends at @adoptourcrew

== Save OFMD Crew ==

Our good friends over at @saveofmdcrewmates also had a message for us.

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. Boy. What a day it's been, huh?

Never thought the clowning/honking would stop. I have to say, I'm glad at least that David saw all our commentary about "if he thought there was no hope he'd say something" and did in fact say something.

It's a bit of a hard pill to swallow, I know. We're all going through the various stages of grief right now. Some of us are already progressing on at a quick rate, others are still at the beginning.

I know I've said some of this across the platforms so I apologize if you've heard it already, but I think it's important to hear.

YOU DID EVERYTHING YOU POSSIBLY COULD.

Whether it was only signing the petition, or tweeting every day for a week, or just supporting your crewmates. Every little bit to every large bit you did--

You did EVERYTHING you could.

None of this is your fault. None of this is David or the Cast's fault, and certainly none of it is the fans fault. You did everything you could, and even if it feels like it it was all for nothing, it meant so very very much.

Every Cast and Crew member got to see how much they meant to you. Smaller cast members like our friends Wendy Anderson, and Damien Gerard, and Dominic Burgess have all gotten to feel so much love from us. They've come in and participated with us in our various fuckeries, and we've gotten to know them better because of it!

Every single streaming service we targeted got to see just how much queer media means to us. So many new fans got to join us on this journey because we were loud, polite menaces, and we made a safe space for them to join us. Not just streaming services and new fans, but products, and groups too! Fucking Astroglide did watch parties with us, squishables got involved! Q+ and Pink News!

News Media ALL OVER THE DAMN PLANET looked at us and commiserated and shared their distaste for our loss.

ALL OF THAT MATTERS.

If ONE streaming service picks up a true queer show (not just queer bait) because they saw our engagement, it was worth every single tear lost.

If ONE queer kid, years from now, gets a show where they feel represented because we fought for our silly little pirate show, it was worth EVERY SINGLE EFFORT.

IF ONE of your crew-mates felt included and decided to stick around on this planet a little longer because of it, IT WAS WORTH IT.

IT MATTERS.

It already matters so much, to all of us. I get to spend every day, feeling hope in humanity because of this fandom. Every single day I come online and I see just how creative, and kind, and accepting you all are, and it gives me so much hope for the future. I feel loved again, for me, not who I pretend to be in my day to day life.

We raised money for SO MANY charities. We made LITERAL differences in people's lives. People we don't know, and who don't know us. Do you know how incredibly powerful that is?

Do you know just how much those tiny ripples cascade over this entire earth? Kindness is one of the most powerful driving forces in this world. It is not quantifiable in any way, and yet it makes such an impact.

We have some of the most amazingly talented, and resourceful, and brilliant people on the planet in this crew. That's all of you. You are absolute treasures, every single one of you.

And you know what? You didn't fucking deserve this.

You deserved your show back. You fought hard for it, and you are allowed to be angry about it. You are allowed to cry, or scream, or lie on the floor and not get up for a while. You are allowed to grieve.

Some of you haven't got there yet. Some of you are still fighting the good fight, or trying to support others, and just know lovelies, we will all be there when you struggle too.

I've said it before, but grief isn't linear, it comes in waves, and no matter how each of us proceeds tomorrow, it's going to continue to take time to heal from.

Whatever YOU NEED to cope, do it.

Do you wanna "Fuck it we ball" and keep fighting? Fucking do it.

Do you wanna go cry in a corner and take a week off? Fucking do it.

Do you wanna go hug a fellow crew-mate and tell them a goofy ass joke so they laugh? Fucking do it.

Do you wanna go read fanfiction til you pass out? Make sure to drink some water, but go fucking do it.

Do you wanna draw, or sing, or write something that gets some of this awful energy out? Well? You guessed it--Go fucking do it.

BUT a gentle reminder lovelies:

Don't go hurt anyone, they don't deserve it.

Don't hurt yourself, YOU don't deserve it.

We've got discords, and tumblr, and twitter, and dm's galore. If you need support, reach out. I know so many of your crew are reaching out to each other to send love and support, and dole out all the hugs.

Lean on each other.

We are in this together.

We still have each other, and we will continue to.

This is not the end for OFMD. Whether it gets renewed in 10 years, or gets a movie, or graphic novels, or some other medium. This is not the end. It's certainly not the end of any of the cast & crew's careers. We will have so much to support them in going forward.

This fandom, these friends, don't end with this.

Keep making your fanfiction-- write and draw your own s3! Share it! Take this wonderful piece of queer art and joy that means so much to us and keep extending its infinite universes. Write meta and discuss and laugh and cry about it. We have lost the potential for s3, but we haven't lost what we already have, which is a glorious piece of media.

We have the cast & crew who continue to support and send love, and share our artwork and stories.

We have each other.

Now I'm gonna go mama bear on you and ask you to consider some things:

Have you had any water lately? Have you had anything to eat? Have you slept? Have you gone to the bathroom lately? Have you been outside, even for a moment?

Then finally, going with one last thing. This song helped me a lot today. Maybe it'll give you some love today too.

Just Begun by WILD

Not your vibe? Are you angry? @celluloidbroomcloset reminded me of this gem today:

This isn't the end crew.

This fandom is our home. We've just begun.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I realize the vibe might be off for these gifs but you deserve dopamine inducing gifs, you can fight me about it later.

Rhys gif: @ofmd-ann / Taika Gif: @dallonismysavior

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #samba schutte #dominic burgess #taika waititi #chaos dad #lindsey cantrell #longliveofmd #saveofmd #adoptourcrew #adopt our crew #never left podcast #ofmd bts #our flag means death fanart #Spotify

[spicy-pears]

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓

warnings: forceful smut.breeding/impregnation.stalking.biting??(okay he may have tried to eat you). sexual vulgarity.over stimulation.branding.torture?

Pairing: Johnny slaughter x Female reader. [Sorry Leland lovers, maybe sometime this spooky season]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 1-𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 2-𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 3-𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔.[WIP].4-𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 [WIP].

Word count: 3k

[Thanks for stopping by! This is my very first smut post. So all likes and critique are truly appreciated❣️]

𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Good night! Or should I say good morning, Austin Texas! It's officially 12:00 am. August 29. We got some good news for you guys tonight-" the radio turned off abruptly with the rough turn of the dial, causing it to harshly click. The car became eerily silent, And time began to stand still. Johnnys gloved hand tightly gripped his steering wheel. head held down deep in thought, while his jaw began to clench. His tense body showed a man deep in battle with himself. His sharp inhales and deep rumbling exhales, reminiscent of a hungry animal or beast. His mind slowly being engulfed with a fuzzy, static, ringing sound. A sound that drowned everything else out, a sound that let him know he needed to hunt.

His dark eyes studied the blood-stained cloth, firmly held in his right hand. He tried his best to settle the unrest inside his mind and body. But finally gave into his loud flagrant desires. Bringing the cloth to his face, he took in the distinct scent of his new obsession. The hint of your natural sweetness, the lingering smell of your perfume, and the distinct copper signature of your blood. All of this together brought him into a high, causing his needy cock to harden and throb. his eyes grew endlessly dark with hunger. His breath now in the rhythm of a heated pant as he pulled away from the cloth.

After maria, he made sure to be careful. He didn't take you home right away, he wasn't going to lose another. He waited and played his cards right. By dating your hopeless friend, getting closer to you without notice. He managed to snag your beloved charm bracelet, a photo of your beautiful doe eyes and sweet smile, and now your blood. Unfortunately collecting and waiting was over. You were now in a perfect position for him. And he surely didn't give a damn about your loving fiancé. There you stood, in the dark. Your eyes dashing to see the source of each unexpected sound. While you held your bleeding hand waiting and waiting for your friends. They won't be back any time soon, he made sure of it.

AUGUST 29, 1988 TIME: 12:30 AM

The humid Texas air was slowly getting to you. You started to feel the time flying by. And with the passing moments, the texas night heat only grew stronger. Letting out an anxious huff, you battled with your better senses. You know you should sit still and wait for the girls to come back. But you felt uneasy, as the men coming into the bar had a open view of you. They gawked, whistled, and even took second and third glances while walking by. You began to feel like a rabbit in an open field. While Ignoring the male bar goers as best as you can. You noticed a figure standing 10 feet from you, gaining your full attention. It stood in the back alley of the bar, where the light didn't reach. You couldn't tell who it was or what they were doing, but after you stared for a little while longer. The figure titled its head mockingly. letting you know this wasn't delusion or Texas heat, this was reality.

You tried to swallow down the fear bubbling up, but your dry throat made it impossible. Your hand began to tremble lightly. You knew the hotel was a block and a half away,if you ran. You could try to page someone, but your pager was in friend's missing bag. As you quickly cycled through your mind, you felt hope wash over you. Your fiancé always gave you a switch blade for outings, which you thankfully kept this time. Frantically you began to search for it, feeling on its holster that wrapped around your thigh. Suddenly you heard it, "switch!", your knife being flicked open. Your eyes slowly looked up with dread,watching the figure waving at you with your knife in hand.

Then it all clicked, the only person close enough to take it, was johnny. Refusing to let him get you easy, you nodded at his shadowy figure. And without wasting a second you turned around and took off for the hotel. Last you saw of him; he took off stalking into the wooded area amongst the trees. While you decided to run down the clear sidewalk under the streetlights. You didn't scream, you didn't cry, you saved your energy for running. Your legs felt heavy, feet started to feel numb, and your chest ached from it pounding with each stride. You felt safe following the streetlights and sidewalk, until there were no more. Before you faced the wooded area of a park, an area with no trail, no railing, and no intention of life traversing. You knew by cutting through the park. The hotel would be closer for you to reach.

Hearing branches snap, dry leaves shuffle, and rustling bushes drawing near. you cared nothing for the concept of caution and ran into the wooded area.

If only you were more cautious.

Realizing pretty quickly the area you bravely ran into, turned into a downwards slope. You carefully tried slowly traversing down the slope sideways. Regardless of how careful you were, all footing was quickly lost. under the soft, muddy leaves, and dew-covered grass. With no control of your body, you began to slide down quickly into a full body tumble. Plunging down the slope, for what you felt was 8 feet from the ground. Your back finally collided hard with a tree at the bottom of the uneven slope. The forceful collision caused an audible coughing fit from the pain and exhaustion of your lungs.

"Tsk, what a damn shame... here I thought you were a tough one. I must admit you put up a good effort. None of the other girls ran as fast nor far as you did. Oh! I assure you!" Johnny would crouch down next to his prey and chuckled at your pain. While you laid there pathetically, he took out his harvesting blade. And with a quick snap of his wrist your dress came clean off. Leaving you bare to him and the low rolling night breeze. "You know, I thought your fiancé would have been somewhat smart. Being a cop and all...obviously not a good one. I was on your trail, during every little moment of your trip." His taunts continued. Quickly and clumsily, you tried to collect your tattered dress. Your effort proved to be of little use, with the shredded mess. "Hell, I think I know more about you than he does. Born in New Orleans green eyes like your mother, but sure do have your fathers' spirit." He got up following close as you writhed in pain. Pathetically crawling away from him, attempting to hide your naked frame from his gaze. He observed how weak you became, relying on all of strength left in your fingertips and arms. Johnny cruelly pressed his foot against your injured and bruised back. Stopping all pathetic attempts then and there.

While you laid there it became painfully clear, that you were dealing with a psychopath. A handsome face, scars excused as the marks of a hard-working farm hand. Staring you excused as shyness, every red flag you foolishly excused for your friend's happiness. Realizing what he was, you devised your survival plan. They say killers hate rejection.so you'll accept every kiss,every touch, even fall in love if needed be; you were going to live.

He suddenly took his foot off your back, his footsteps growing faint, yet petrifingly close. Snatching this opportune time, you continued to crawl away. He watched you from afar, with a assumed expression. Spending your time crawling to nowhere, johnny patiently bided his time. For the warm orange flame flickering under his eyes, was just picking up. So caught up in your hopeful efforts, and devising your plan. you missed the lingering trail of smoke. You carelessly disregarded every firey sign of inpending torture, and you were going to pay for it dearly.

"oh no? leaving already?" johnny's tone was filled with mocking empathy. No matter how hard you tried, your effort didn't get you far. With a few steps, Johhny was above you again. Once again his smothering foot met your back. leaning down, he purposely put his weight onto your weak back. "Boy, aren't you a sweet sight? I'd hate for you to run off one day, but if you do. let's make sure a kind soul can bring you back home.". His words were purposely vague, he could feel the confusion swirling and sinking heavy in your stomach. In his hand held a brass "J" branding iron, that your poor eyes didnt notice.

A harsh stinging slap to your ass, caused your body to jolt forward under Johhny's boot. your teeth gritted in pain, as it eased into a stressed exhale. only a second of peace was given to you, before your eyes widen with hot tears. Burning heat plunged into the flesh of your hip, seeping down to the bone. As the sensation raised up to your chest, your mouth opened to let out a shrill agonizing scream. before it could ring through the night air, Johnny's hand met your mouth. Quickly choking out your heart-rendering cries. Over stimulated with pain, your body begged for rest. He smirked as your body fell limp, your chest softly heaving with shock.

What have you done to earn this nightmare? you were raised as a church girl. Maybe you partied a bit too hard to be considered devout. But you were still a virgin, attended every sunday service, and treated everyone with love. How were you now prey to the, "bad man" Infront of you?. In your fog, you yearned to look into the eyes of the man towering before you. The night sky and lazy clouds swallowed all light, not a single star nor the moon was shining for you. Deep down without making out his face, you just knew johnny was grinning with hunger. "Hey there! "He suddenly come face to face with you. His hands firmly grasping your wrists. You saw his face clear as day now. The sadistic yet playful smile on his face, coupled with the gentle caressing of your cheek. Brought to you a uneasy sense of comfort.

"Don't cry sweetheart, ill try to make this quick." He closely observed your eyes, for any signs of opposition. you never seen a man nor animal, With such endlessly devoid eyes in your life. Johnny chuckled at your mindless deer in head lights expression. He brought his thumb to you bottom lip, feeling the delicate plush of it. Soft grazes became harsh once he grasped your chin, yanking your head up to his attention. His thumb no longer gently tracing, it now pressed hard against your lip in a rough pinch. Suddenly your haze lifted, you began to realize your position. Your head moving around, taking in your helpless environment.

Your frantic display of fear brought out a deep groan of pleasure out of johnny. The groan trailed off into a deep sadistic chuckle. That almost drowned out the soft bell like sounds of his unbuckling belt. A growl rumbled deep from his chest down to your stomach. He perched himself on your mid-section to stop any attempt of escape, encasing your small frame between his knees. With each squirm you caused his body to rock and grind against you. lighting would strike you down, if you said you didn't like his hard length throbbing against your skin. "Look, look at me!" He snapped at you. Your frightened efforts to not look at him, Slowly wore down his patience. His right hand which held your wrists together. Forced them above your head, he hadn't yet forgotten your wounded hand.

Maliciously his fingertips applied pressure on the fresh cut, the feeling made you swear his fingers were deep in your wound. which made your skin began to crawl with disgust. The Increasing pain caused you to cry out and arch back, in an attempt to get his weight off of you. He allowed you to arch your body, he reveled in how you moved for him. "Oh? Needy, aren't you? For a devout little church girl." He relished in teasing you, while his now bloodied fingertips traveled up your thigh. Finding purchase between your legs. Fingertips running up your thoroughly soaked panties, teasing your covered slit. Although his fingers were now coated in your sweet juice, He desired more from you. Suddenly, johnny's head become lost between your legs. He'd use is teeth to delicately pull your panties to the side, giving his fingertips free range to slowly push into your tight gummy entrance. He made sure to leave a intense fluttering sensation coursing up your spine. He leaned up to you, as you let out a soft moan. He parted his lips as yours did, letting out a pleased groan of his own. He took a moment to relish in your shameless state. Before grabbing the soaked lace mess and greedily ripping it off with little to no effort.

Your eyes widened as you tried to close your legs, hiding yourself as best as you could. "Oh sweetheart, don't tell me you don't want me to fuck you? With how wet you are?" His bare calloused hands gripped your thighs bruisingly tight, no longer caring what you do with your hands. Impatiently yanking your body down to meet his hips. His length throbbing against your pussy, as it radiated your heat covering his shaft with your slick. "I hate to tell you, but I have to fuck you now, since you begged and all" before you could even plea for him to stop or fight back. The air was taken out of your lungs, as you moaned out. Hot tears welled in your eyes. He pulled you down forcefully flush onto his cock, not caring you were unexperienced.

You watched his wild ravenous grin, as the strength of his hips made each thrust deeper and rougher than the last. He loved watching the tears roll from your eyes. Mesmerized by your moaning lips begging for his kiss. Johnny figured he'd give you this one kindness. Your soft moans would be choked out from you, as his large hand gripped your neck firmly. Bringing your needy lips to his, he gave you the passionate kiss you oh so desired. You found yourself running your fingers through his hair, which he hated. He began to smirk through the kiss and rewarded you with a keen vengeful bite to your bottom lip.

Your sweet blood, lingered on his tongue like liquor. Bringing him to a high, his thrusts grew needy and cruel. He lost himself, in the taste of you. Once he broke the kiss, you looked on at his shark like eyes in horror. Before you knew it, his hungry lips now wandered to your shoulder. A radiating source of your intoxicating perfume. Soft Fuzzy static began over take his mind, he knew what he wanted. And couldn't control his primal instincts. His body tensed, his muscles flexed and hardened, face buried deep into your neck hiding his internal struggle. He'd let out a animalistic grunt, a hopeless warning for you. A blood chilling scream rang from your weak throat. Johnny hungrily sunk teeth deep into your flesh. His mind now completely flooded with the roaring static. hearing your cries and french curses, faintly in the back of his mind.

"Fuuck!" johnny pulled himself out of his haze, his gaze darting to his left hand. Realizing he unknowingly took his knife out during the fog. Begrudgingly, he pushed his knife away from your body. Resisting the strong urge to kill you, atleast not yet. Instead he began to take in the sight of you. A broken mess, panting like a well fucked whore. He'd steady his position with his hand besides your head, now resting his weight on his arm. A frustrated whine echoed from your chest, demanding release. He felt your tight little pussy clench around him, your body ready to cum without his permission. His eyes glared deep into yours, his thrusts now mercilessly deep. greeting the very depths of you, abusing your cervix with his controlling strength. "You tight greedy whore-" He grunted, as you defiantly closed your thighs. Johnny smirked and decided not to go easy anymore. he pressed your thighs back against your chest. Thrusts bottoming out, as your core now ached against the girth of his length.

"J-...Johnny!" With the needy moan of his name. You finally broke, cumming on his thick punishing length. You began to tremble, as the wave rode through your body. You sweet inexperienced doll, you thought once you came it was over, not just yet. you began to stare down at the mess of your bodies, you watched as his cock stroked in and out of your gushing mess of a pussy. Mercilessly pumping out your cream, while your aching pussy wrapped around tight. carelessly you dared to drag your fingertips down his sweat covered torso, down to the base of his working cock. Luckily, he was too high off the feeling of his rushing edge, to punish your touch. His body pressed heavily on yours, he savored each sound your crying, messy body made. His body soon raised up again, his leaning head back getting a full view of you. Eyes sitting low, while his tounge wolfishly licked the dried blood off his smirking lips. You felt his fingertips digging deep into the plush of your ass. Which gave into his wake, bloody scratches and crescents from his nails adorning your ass.

"Take it! Take it!" His voice dripped with a carnal venom. His pace now sloppy against the twitch of his cock. Each twitch reminded him of how defiantly tight you were, not allowing him to stretch you even a centimeter more without a challenge. With a satisfied deep hiss, he claimed you. Filling your assaulted cunt with his hot thick seed. You panted with relief , Your body lightly trembled with each breath you took, until your nerves eased for him.

"Oh? sweet as a kitten now, aren't you?" he lazily pulled his satisfied cock out of you. He chuckled at your sweet face, before turning his attention to fixing himself up. Somewhere you found the strength to pull yourself up, weakly sitting on your tired knees. You began to admire the shape of his face, eyes tracing each scar, your chest fluttered at the mere presence of him. He didn't know what he was going to do with you, let alone a child. But that was the price to pay, he planned on selfishly keeping you as long as he could. His strong arms, carefully wrapped around your chest. Pulling you into his arms, practically cradling you like a feral kitten. "It's time to bring my prized catch home."

CHAPTER 1 END

Chapter 2 preview:

"Do you remember?"

Your eyes fluttered open, to the familiar melody. The upbeat romantic song that played during your wedding, bringing you a warm feeling of safety. The safety you cherished when you were finally found,finally free. But it was strange, your lazy eyes caught the time. 3:15 am, why would he play this so late?

"Do you remember how it all began?"

You remember your husband's disappointed confusion at his broken record player. Which now played eerily off key, deep and slow. Why would he play music on it now? Lazily your feet shuffled against the carpet. And unexpectedly met the soft rattle of your son's comfort blanket. Now Perplexed, you examined the small bat covered blanket. Abruptly, the flashing blue and white lights of your TV caught your full attention.

"I bet you remember, I bet you remember"

You felt the fear on your fingertips, as they glided against the wooden stair railing. Holding your breath, in a attempt to stop your heart from beating so violently. With each braved stair, your skin crawled with a stabbing chill that only increased. Untill you stopped half way, there he was. Your baby boy, being held by a shadowy stranger.

"Da-da!" The sweet babble from your baby boy, brought you so much dread. He could never piece his babbles into a clear "Pa-pa" or "Da-da", To your husband's dismay. But now sitting on the knee of a stranger, he joyfully rang out his new found word

The stranger leaned down, playfully shaking a teddy bear. While the baby sucked on his knuckles feeling truly entertained. Dark eyes slowly cut from him to you.

"Does mama remember me?" You knew that build, those eyes, and that damned intoxicating southern twang. With no more stairs to stall the inevitable, you now stood in Johnny's open veiw. You watched the corners of his mouth, curl into his signature devilish grin."Well, Hey there sweetheart!"

"Do you remember the time, when we first fell in love?"

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter x oc #johnny slaughter #tcm johnny #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #tcm smut

[celestialscatterbrain]

1. Pick a Card Reading

What is spooking them from advancing this connection?

Spooky season edition- in honor of Halloween weekend! Take what resonates and abandon all that doesn't. This is my very first collective reading, so feedback would be much appreciated! I am using the Darkside Skeleton Tarot deck and the Romance Angels oracle cards for this reading! Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and choose the deck you gravitate to! Left pile is pile 1, middle pile is pile 2, and the pile on the right is pile 3.

Pile 1-

Cards pulled: Ten of Cups, Ace of Cups, The Magician, Six of Cups, Death, Queen of Pentacles, Page of Cups, and King of Swords

Oracle Cards: "Express your love," "Very soon," and "Heart to Heart Conversations"

Ahhhh, pile 1! This is by far the sweetest pile of the bunch. I actually don't sense much fear at all on their behalf. The lack of progress most likely stems from finding the optimal timing to express their real feelings and plans for this connection's progression. They want to find the right words to say. They want to do things "the right way." They have a romantic side, and appreciate the idea of courting. They want to start off properly so that this connection could have a crack-free, sturdy foundation to support you two through the long-run. They don't perceive this union as one to take lightly. There might be an expectation that this is a relationship meant to last, so we have to get it right before we even begin. I get the sense that they will be very protective of you, and pick up on changes in your emotional state very easily. They are intelligent and well-spoken. I feel like you two might be a little different, but in a way that is complimentary. They can respect you as someone who is at their level, or shares similar values. I think they like how you two would look as a couple in terms of your appearances. They get a lot of satisfaction out of making you blush, or flirting with you. I feel like they wanted to approach you in a romantic context as soon as they first saw you. They might be the type to like to get you flowers. They want this to be emotionally enriching for you both. I see a lot of tenderness and being able to genuinely relax around one another. Your presences might be very soothing to one another, so spending time with one another feels better than not. I don't see it being unhealthy or codependent with this pile. They aren't loud and boisterous, and don't need to intentionally command attention to show their dominance or confidence in a room full of people. Maybe you two met in school, or have childhood friends in common? High school sweethearts, maybe? I feel like they might like to watch sports, or perhaps even play them. You or them might perceive the other as "dreamy." I wouldn't be surprised if one or both of you might have Pisces, Scorpio, or Cancer placements (especially pisces for some reason), but maybe even Aries. I feel like they smell good, and their perfume or cologne lingering on you after you see them fills you with butterflies. I also think butterflies might be important to someone in this connection. You like the way they dress. They come off as clean and hygienic. I feel like for some, they grew up financially comfortable or well-off. They might have been taught to be chivalrous. If this is a man, there is something about his energy that reminds me of Conrad from The Summer I Turned Pretty. I think you two might really enjoy drives together, and giggling in the car. I can see someone sharing their hoodie with the other. They might enjoy your music taste or not mind it, even if it is different than theirs. You might have a deeper connection to music than them. if this reading resonates so far, I would just give it time to unfold organically and enjoy the present.

Pile 2-

Cards pulled: 8 of Swords, 4 of Cups, The Sun, The Fool, 6 of Wands, Judgment, Knight of Pentacles, The Devil

Oracle Cards: "Healing Family Issues," "Love yourself first," and "Separation"

This is easily the most chaotic and confusing pile. This person seems extremely inconsistent, and seems to change quicker than the moon. I get air sign energy from this pile though, especially Libra energy. I don't think they necessarily have bad intentions, but they don't awaken the most positive feelings in you. I think this person tends to get a little ahead of themselves because they are so full of thoughts they can't fully interpret themselves. They think something is a great idea, get super motivated, and then all of a sudden refuses to act or changes their mind. Their flame shines super bright, but burns out quick. I think some of these people might be suffering from addiction or is an escapist. They might have family issues that have really affected them and their adult relationships. If that isn't the case, for a select few of you, you can possibly be dealing with someone who has a family with someone else that they cannot abandon to be with you without causing massive upheaval and chaos in their life. This person is pretty up and down. They might come off as the life of the party, but inside are jumbling a lot of unspoken feelings. They need to learn to love themselves first before they can properly give you the love and commitment they need. I recommend giving this person space to collect themselves. They are not thinking clearly, and might be acting impulsively and carelessly to see what fills a void. They are trying to seek joy and gratification, and want to make sure they aren't making the wrong decision and depriving themselves of the solace they are searching for. They need to sit down and reflect on a lot. Despite making rash decisions, I see they are also really scared of making mistakes that will cast judgment on them. They might overcommit to plans with friends so that they can avoid their inner wounds (I feel like they are kind of popular too). They can be in the middle of some sort of spiral, and it is best to not get too wrapped up in their tornado. "I also hear that they don't trust themselves." I see them as someone who is financially frivolous. All of this isn't to say that they do not care about you as a person, but they might be too wrapped up in discovering themselves to truly give you the intimacy and stability you might crave. Give them time to come back down to Earth.

Pile 3-

Cards pulled: 9 of Pentacles, The Hermit, 7 of Cups, 5 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, The Emperor, The High Priestess, The Lovers

Oracle Cards: "Forgiving and learning," "Romantic feelings," "Honeymoon"

Pile 3! For some reason, I can't stop thinking about this person as being a little bit on the alt side. Maybe they have wavy/curly/or messy hair and it is one of the things you find the most attractive about them. They might skate, or look like they skate I feel like? They look like a "sad boy" or maybe an "e-girl" depending on what gender you are inquiring about. I feel like they might like to read a lot, or are starting to get into reading. They give me Aries energy, or maybe another fire sign. I think their fears on furthering this connection with you comes from fears of not being good enough or fear of rejection. I think this person is going through changes and re-evaluating their past mistakes and tendencies so that they can become a more stable and mature version of themselves. I think they are a hopeless romantic at heart, but they are also someone who requires a lot of reassurance. I think they need to spend a lot of time with you before they can feel comfortable expressing their feelings because they are constantly trying to read the vibe of the room. They might be extremely self-aware or sensitive to their environment to the point it can become really overwhelming to them to process so much at once. They might be the type to ruminate on the things they said to someone once they leave that social interaction. I think they might be waiting for you to give them a definite sign first before confessing their feelings so that they know they are not crazy and misreading the dynamic. I feel like they might have a small circle of friends, but they are super important to them. I think they find you to be gentle. They might love to daydream a lot. They get lost in their thoughts and forget time is passing that they don't really make a move. They might be assertive and quick-witted in other situations, but not so much in love. They might be the type to enjoy watching romantic comedies with you. They want a relaxed love. They are a softy, I feel like. I also wouldn't be surprised if they also have Pisces or Taurus placements. Maybe they were born in June, or June is an important month for you two? They would not want to share you with anyone else, and would want to make sure you have feelings for absolutely no one but them. They will not handle that heartbreak well, and will lament on it for a very long time. They think very deeply and ponder as well. If it is a man, I can sense them being in tune with their feminine side. They also might be very intuitive. I feel like they will defend the ones they love with every ounce of their being. Introducing you to their friends might be a bigger gesture than you think. I think they just need to work on their confidence. Reassurance is big in this pile. I think they like to watch and admire you, and appreciate your physical beauty.

-D

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[princessfbi]

okey so i need some tv recs for this hiatus 911 fan overall procedure fans i guess that's all the vibe i can think of to ask lol so hit me with your recs

EXCELLENT! So glad you’ve come to me Nonnie. I am honored. This is in no particular order but in terms of general procedurals with similar 911 vibes I’ve got a couple:

1. Sirens

It’s about a paramedic team in Chicago and it’s fucking hilarious. We're talking laugh out loud can still quote it from memory hilarious. There’s two seasons and each episode is about 25 minutes so it’s easy to get through. There is a British counterpart that is also funny but it’s definitely a different tone for sure.

**If you were a fan of Arrow then you'll recognize Josh Segarra

***Also you can scream with me and @lucydonato about the show

2. ER

I always describe 911 to people as ER for first responders. Part of that is because it’s so episodic. It gets really melodramatic at times and there are a LOT of story lines but for the most part the general stakes keep to one episode at a time and the show gives you permission to let things go which is nice. I’m a fan of the earlier seasons as opposed to the later seasons but Angela Bassett is in the last season. Lots of great guest spots and very character driven.

**Characters do die in this show so be aware of MCD warnings. No one is safe in that show. Except maybe Noah Wylie but that's cus it's Noah Wylie.

3. Numb3rs

It’s an awesome crime procedural with a twist on it. The oldest brother, Don, is an FBI agent who has his baby brother, Charlie, help him solve crime using math. This show has all the tropes too. Brother relationship, found family, etc etc.

4. Psych

It’s a procedural with a much lighter tone. Shawn pretends to be psychic and solves crime. It’s chaotic and messy and wonderful and perfect.

**Gives me coming home from the pool and vegging on the couch summer vibes.

5. Castle

On the same side of the coin, it’s another procedural with a twist. Castle is a successful mystery novelist who helps solve crime. Nathan Fillion for those fans of The Rookie and there's a lot powerful female characters in it.

6. Murder, She Wrote

MSW walked so that Castle could run. This is an oldie but a good. Angela Lansbury is a mystery writer who solves crime. It’s super cool knowing that she insisted on hiring a lot of older guest stars so that they could continue to be in the union and get their benefits. Also omg the 80s/90s wardrobe. There's also a couple of episodes with other detectives and crime solvers when Angela started to get tired carrying the weight of quality television on her shoulders.

7. Drop Dead Diva

THIS is such a good law procedural. It has the added bonus as having the same casting director as 911 so you’ll see a lot of familiar faces. But Deb is a model who died and got reincarnated in the body of a plus size lawyer named Jane and it’s the most wonderful little nugget that just existed in its own space. It was SO ahead of it's time on certain issues and it deals with a variety of topics such as body shaming, slut shaming, mental health, etc in such a kind and compassionate and positive way.

**Gives me late summer 'I haven't moved from the couch and omg it's season three' vibes

8. Scorpion

A team of geniuses (with neurodivergent representation in action genre scenarios) who help solve crime and crisis situations for homeland security. Lots of found family feelings! SO MANY! Big time character driven show.

9. White Collar

A white collar criminal agrees to help solve crime with the FBI agent who arrested him. Neal is so whumpable and it's one of the few times I've seen a fandom really embrace the idea of a poly relationship in fanon? Idk I wasn't really in it but the fics I saw all seemed to agree that no one would complain if Peter, Neal, and Elizabeth all lived happily ever after with their golden retriever. NOW, I will say this is a Jeff Eastin show and he has a tendency to take the amazing female characters in the show, throw them in a blender, and then bring them back as Frankenstein's monster bride and act like he didn't just ruin their character and it drives me fucking insane. BUT those first couple of seasons are fantastic.

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[nofomogirl]

Metatron's manipulation step by step

Part 5: The offer ("canonical" version)

Part 1 - where I discuss the significance of the coffee.

Part 2 - where I take a look back at season 1

Part 3 - from Metatron's arrival on Earth to sending the Archangels away

Part 4 - inside the bookshop after sending the Archangels away

The time has finally come for the "main event". For the conversation between Metatron and Aziraphale where the former makes his offer and convinces the latter to take it*.

Obviously, the first thing I feel I need to do is to acknowledge that this scene/sequence is far less credible than the ones I've discussed previously. We aren't shown the entire conversation from the beginning to the end so there's no knowing what else was said that we aren't privy to. In addition, we only know it as told by Aziraphale and Aziraphale has been known to tell lies. So it's not impossible that even the fragments we see aren't relayed accurately.

And the second thing I feel I need to do is to ignore all of the above.

I do believe there was more to Metatron's offer than what we were allowed to see. But in this post, I'd like to only focus on what we were shown. Let's temporarily assume we have all the key pieces. That what we were shown was indeed how Aziraphale was won*.

The scene starts with Aziraphale's narration "He said that Gabriel obviously hadn't worked out as Supreme Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host" and in my humble opinion this opening statement is more than enough proof that Metatron goes hard and plays dirty.

Because, you know, Gabriel. What a hornets' nest that is...

Aziraphale's relationship with Gabriel is messy and complicated and I'll heroically resist temptation to get sidetracked by the topic here.

The gist of it is that the former Supreme Archangel simultaneously does and doesn't represent Heaven for Aziraphale. He does because that was literally his part - he used to be Aziraphale's superior, Aziraphale has been permanently stationed on Earth, so pretty much all of Aziraphale's interactions with Heaven were actually interactions with Gabriel. He doesn't because Aziraphale has a very idealistic idea of what Heaven is and Gabriel fails to live up to that ideal.

When Metatron says putting Gabriel in charge of Heaven turned out to be a bad idea, it's a very subtle misdirection. He is tapping into Gabriel is not Heaven sentiment, and pulls Aziraphale's focus to Gabriel's failure and away from what exactly made him one.

Metatron takes advantage of two things here. The first one is that deep down Aziraphale has always felt Gabriel was the wrong person for the job. We're talking 6000 years worth of decisions and actions contradicting Aziraphale's convictions and ideals here. Those feelings are STRONG.

The second thing is that Aziraphale doesn't really know what happened. He was aware Gabriel was in trouble and had just found out he was in love with Beelzebub. And that's literally it. He has no idea Gabriel had vetoed Armageddon the Sequel and that's the real reason Heaven was out for his blood.

When Aziraphale hears that "Gabriel obviously hadn't worked out" I imagine his visceral reaction is "finally, they've realized he's no good!". And Metatron primed him for leaning into that reaction by the way he handled Michael earlier (see: Part 3). He has sent a clear message that when Archangels act inappropriately it is eventually recognised as such.

And even if Aziraphale consciously knows that Gabriel's incompetence might not be Heaven's reason, there is a romance with the Fallen as a plausible explanation. He has no incentive to examine it any closer.

Let me just say it out loud: Metatron tries to demonstrate that Aziraphale's sense of right and good aligns with Heaven because has finally dismissed an Archangel whose decisions Aziraphale could never agree with. But he conveniently hides the fact that Heaven dismissed Gabriel because, for the first time in his existence, he made a decision Aziraphale would fully agree with.

I hate Metatron.

Let's move on with the scene.

"and he asked who I thought should take over in Heaven now that Gabriel was gone."

Aziraphale canonically has standards but in this particular instance, his standards are so low it's heartbreaking. He's clearly floored by the fact that he was asked for an opinion. I don't think I need to comment on that any further.

Interestingly, it's just being asked, not the topic itself, as Aziraphale's answer sounds rather disinterested to me.

He suggests Michael, who seems to be next in the chain of command after Gabriel, and I think to some extent he's playing safe, but mostly he genuinely has no idea. We'll get back to it in a moment.

Metatron dismisses this option vehemently - "Oh, don't be silly! No, no, no, no, no!" - because of course he does. He had just scolded her like a misbehaving child. He needs to act as if putting Michael in charge is a ridiculous idea to further confirm his criteria are similar to Aziraphale's. That they are on the same page about what Heaven is and what would be good for Heaven to be what it was always meant to be.

And then Metatron finally goes for it: "There's only one candidate who makes even the slightest bit of sense. And that's you".

Telling someone they're the only one to perform a certain task that is objectively perceived as necessary and desirable is probably manipulation 101. Actually, you don't even need a task like this, just telling someone they're the only one can make them special and appreciated enough to be willing to accept.

Additionally, Aziraphale knows he's different from other angels, an anomaly of sorts. This awareness on the one hand lends credibility to Metatron's argument - if they need someone like Aziraphale, he really is the only option, because no other angel is remotely similar to Aziraphale - and on the other hand validates his otherness.

In case you haven't noticed, Aziraphale is starved for validation.

Metatron knows what he's doing, showering him with compliments: "You're a leader, you're honest, you don't just tell people what they want to hear. It's why Gabriel came to you in the first place, I imagine. There are huge plans afoot, enormous projects, and I will need you to run them. You are just the angel for the job."

They're not even particularly accurate at this point. I mean, I adore Aziraphale but I think you'd agree with me that if you lined up everyone in the whole world and asked them to describe Aziraphale, nobody at all would say "leader".

The part about Gabriel is a particular BS I've already written about.

But while all those things had an effect on Aziraphale, it's very important to stress that they did not make him take the offer. It wasn't the promise that Heaven actually cared for him and valued him. That Heaven needed him. It wasn't the opportunity to lead Heaven and to fix it.

Aziraphale's answer to all of the above was:

"I don't want to go back to Heaven. Where would I get my coffee?"

So Metatron immediately changes strategy. Dangles another prize in front of Aziraphale.

"You know, as Supreme Archangel, you would be able to decide who to work with. (...) it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status."

This is what tempted Aziraphale to agree*

*Except we don't actually know if that is what happened and I will discuss it further in the next part.

Continued in: Part 6: Divide and conquer

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[hanna-kin]

Wilmon top five hugs

You know what is just as good as kisses? Or even better? Hugs!

These were so much harder than the kisses but here we go.

5.

I love how assertive Wille is. Hr obviously feels so safe in Simon's room and in Simon's company and it shows. He's such a cuddler and we know it. But here we see just how much touch ia his love language. It's the way he hugs Simon from behind, snuggles against his neck and lets their arms intertwine, rendering Simon speachless. And Simon reciprocates to it my melting into him.

4.

I love the parallel to season 1. I love how they are on the same page, which is the opposite of how they were in season 1. But the love they have for eachother is still the same. That never changed. But there they are and they have both grown so much and they are peaceful because they have eachother and it's them against the world now. It's all that matters at the moment.

And I love Simon's I love you.

3.

This was such an important moment for them. They are open with eachother, they are honest and they communicate. They are listening to eachother!

Again they have come such a long way in such short time and this is another scene that so clearly shows that.

And that's also what allows them to be there for eachother. Both are obviously struggling here but they are leaning on eachother. Even if their future is uncertain and they have no idea what will happen there's still so much hope.

Simon is going to report August but they are still going to be okay.

Wille is scared shitless about what the future will hold for him but they are still going to be okay.

One way or another.

2.

This is still my favourite scene. You knew it was coming. It's just so beautiful, with the cinematography and the music being absolutely perfect.

I can not not rank it thia high.

It's a scene that breaks my heart every time. It curshes me every time I watch it and I love it.

Wille is obviously in a very vulnerable place and he let's it show with all his guards down and his heart on his sleeve. I think this is the most vulnerable we ever see him.

He is sacred of losing Simon. Terrified even. Because he's lonely without Simon in his life and the thought of losing Simon swallows him whole.

Gone is the confident Crown Prince that took charge in the Society meeting and over ruled August's decision. Because Simon’s thoughts about him matters. He can't lose Simon.

Simon of course is disappointed with Wille at first and their fight from before lingers. However I don't think he realises how vulnerable Wille was. And when he sees it his anger melts away and he realises that Wille probably did the best he could do and that the fight affected him too.

And he's so gentle when he wraps Wille into his arms. So protective and comforting. Wille lets himself be held and kinda sinks into Simon's arms and he feels so small.

It's sad because we gets so little comfort from anyone but Simon and this is a moment where it just gets too much and it bursts.

And Simon with his huge heart and kind soul takes care of him.

1.

How could I not? I feel so many things watching this scene. It's such a beautiful scene and the perfect ending to season 1.

Wille is obviously drowning in guilt for what he did and he realises how much he messed up and he needs Simon to know how sorry he is.

He's timid at first, gently complimenting Simon's singing but there's so much sadness and sorrow in his voice.

Simon is alot better at hiding his feelings and his heartbreak but it's obvious that he's hurting so much.

Especially when Wille hugs him and he closes his eyes and grabs at Wille's coat. You can feel he's as desperate for Wille's love as Wille is for his. You know that he's absolutely crushed over losing Wille. It's like he allows himself one final moment together. He knows he's made the right decision but it hurts. So much.

It's an important hug because it's Wille validating their love. It's him saying he's sorry and that he loves him even before he says it out loud. But it's also important because Wille is hugging Simon infront of everyone. He's not hiding.

And then he says I'm sorry and I love you.

You know how much it means to Simon to hear Wille say it but it's not enough. It can't make everything alright. He knows that. He still loves Wille but they can’t be together and he has to be strong.

He's so strong. So brave. He has so much integrity and he stands up for himself even if he hurts.

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[the-words-we-sung]

The songs of Young Royals - S1E4

Here we go again ♪ Episode 4 my beloved, it is your turn!! Part one and two of this little project can be found here and there ♥

Holes, Zhala and Deep Throat Choir

I free my eyes at the start of time Maybe this is an obsession of a witchy kind And I lose myself inside Erik died, Wilhelm lost the only person he was truly close to, the only person who was there for him. He is losing himself: what do you do when you lose the person that matters the most to you? It's when you realize how incredibly lucky it was that he started at Hillerska when he did, so he could meet Simon. Because otherwise, what would have happened to him? Would he have lost himself forever? It's interesting that the "maybe this is an obsession" lyrics happens at the exact moment when we see Simon sending messages to Wilhelm while he watches the funeral on TV. "obsession" is a strong word but he is already very smitten and sending many messages to Wilhelm to check on him, to tell him he's there. Wilhelm does not answer though, because he is losing himself...

Remember

So you say, all you wanna be is remembered Let me make you go down in history, baby Let me write you into history, darling Let me sing you into eternity This song is beautiful. Indeed it's a good choice of song to commemorate Erik, Simon sounds great and the lyrics work very well in this context.

But there's a double meaning here: yes it is meant as a commemoration of Erik, saying he will not be forgotten, but it's also a message from Simon to Wilhelm. He is the Crown Prince now, and he is in love with another boy: it will make him go down in history. As Kristina said, he's the first one in the history of the royal family to not be straight (or at least the first one being opened about it), which will be a huge thing and an event that is gonna shake the country. But I can't help feeling moved by this song, by the image that Simon will be there with Wilhelm, next to him to endure it all. And let's not forget that Simon is gonna write a song about him during season 2, a song that he wants to sing in front of the entire world. So yeah, "let me sing you into eternity", Simon, you smitten boy...

Revolution, Elias

Let's start a revolution How beautiful it is Running with a crown on your head A resolution written on your hands And the lies they will hurt you No more This song... Do I even need to talk about it? Probably the best song they could choose for this show!! And I'm sure everything has been said about it already but let's give it a go anyway ^^ The whole scene is kinda perfect: the choice of song, the cinematography, what Wilhelm says... And yeah, it's Wilhelm grieving, and realizing that a lot of people around him are not "real", not his friends, not really there for him, for the true Wilhelm and not just the Prince. They don't know him. I think he probably doesn't know himself very well yet either. But it also makes him realize that he does like Simon. That's the only true thing, the only real thing he has left now that Erik is dead. And it's a revolution. Because he finally lets his guard down (granted he's drunk and high, but still!) and admits his feelings out loud, something he hasn't really be able to do 'til now. And he's going against everything he was taught, everything he believed. And that's a revolution. I don't know if he's "running" with the crown on his head, but he's certainly walking and stumbling onto that football field. And I'm not sure the resolution to declare his love to Simon was there already, but he still chose this place, where they had their first "date" to come to. So I do think that, even subconsciously , he was choosing Simon, choosing to come to him. And gosh, i don't know what awaits us in season 3 but yeah, in one way or another, Wilhelm and Simon together are a revolution.

Live and die, Gina Dirawi

Leave my body in a mess All my seeds are ruined This is my homage Back to God Thought if we Were free For a night We'd make it right But they're not free, not even for a night. They should have been. This night should have been theirs, and only theirs. It was their first night together, it was private and beautiful. It was love and lust after so much longing. And they don't know yet, how August is betraying them, betraying this moment. They are not doing anything wrong. They're actually "making it right" because they're finally acknowledging their mutual feelings, being true to each other. It's not in the scene but later on in the song there are the lyrics "life in peace, no need for the lies" and it just works so well for them. Because they might have been honest about their feelings in this scene, but they are still in the midst of so many lies. And it's gonna take so much time for them to finally free themselves from this spiderweb of lies and complications. This scene makes me so happy and so sad at the same time. It should have been just happiness, and love. It should have been freedom...

The songs of Young Royals - part 1 The songs of Young Royals - part 2

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[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as a hockey team - part 3

A/N: When I say that hockey!ateez has been living in my head rent free for ages, I mean it. If you also enjoy hockey, or want to learn more, feel free to reach out!

current masterlist | fic recs

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

their team colors are red and black based on nothing but vibes

their team mascot can only be described as some sort of cowboy/pirate rapscallion type that matches their chaotic anarchist vibe

one game, both starting goaltender!Mingi and backup goaltender!Yeosang were taken out, meaning the team needed an emergency backup goaltender, or EBUG for short

No one on the team knew of anyone outside who they could call in to fill in their goaltender position, and the refs were about to make them forfeit the game. That's when they had the brilliant idea to take forward!Jongho, slap some goaltending gear on him, and put him in net because, by their definition "he's good at everything so he'll be fine". They ended up winning that game.

their first season as a whole team, at their very first practice, the whole team collectively decided that they needed to do some "bonding activities"

That "bonding activity" ended up being a Goaltender Joust. Starting goaltender!Mingi and backup goaltender!Yeosang got dressed in full gear, and were set to carry teammates on their backs and charge at each other like an actual joust, with hockey sticks as the lances. The first two to participate, based on size alone, were forward!Hongjoong, the captain, and forward!Wooyoung. How no one broke anything besides hockey sticks that day is a miracle that their managers cannot explain.

Despite being the backup, backup goaltender!Yeosang is the first goaltender on the team and in their league to score a goaltender goal

Goalie goals are incredibly rare, so when it happened the entire arena was in an uproar. Yeosang didn't even realize he had scored until the entire team barreled down on him and pretty much tackled him to the ice with joy. He swears to this day that he just meant to get the puck to the other side of the ice.

best tape job: forward!Seonghwa, who tapes with absolute precision and perfection before every single game

worst tape job: forward!Wooyoung, who tapes like a nightmare but he says it gets the job done

forward!Hongjoong got into his first official fight a few seasons in after a player from the other team started to get a little to violent with his younger teammates for his liking

He ended up winning the fight, but didn't expect what came next. The fight ended up going viral online because the player that Hongjoong had fought was quite a bit larger than him. It didn't help that someone made an edit of Hongjoong looming over this player during the fight with the "Troubled Birds" meme text that says "I'm three ounces of whoop-ass" over it. The team printed the meme photos out and got it framed in the locker room, and they always take one on the road. Defenseman!Yunho swears its for "good luck" and not because it makes him die laughing ever time he sees it.

when the three stars of the game are announced at home games, the players will throw one of three things into the stands - rabbit plushies, cowboy/pirate plushies, or foam swords (all are fan favorites)

defenseman!Yunho can no longer be mic'd up during games for behind-the-scenes content because the first and only time he did it, he was so loud he broke the microphone

forward!Jongho is known throughout the league as Hockey One-Punch Man

Everyone on the team already knew that Jongho was secretly freakishly strong, but the rest of the league had to learn the hard way. A player from the other team decided to "snow" backup goaltender!Yeosang and get up in his face, poking Yeosang with his stick rather aggressively. Jongho, in his fresh-faced rookie season glory, said "absolutely the fuck NOT" and skated over there to try and get the player to stop. The player then tried to tease and pick on Jongho instead like “oh you think you’re so scary”. That's when Jongho dropped the gloves just one-punched him and knocked the other player out cold. No one fucks with Jongho again, especially when they realized that he was punching with his RIGHT hand, and Jongho is LEFT handed.

The team is banned from doing many things on the road, including roughhousing in the hotel rooms, courtesy of defenseman!San and forward!Wooyoung

The particular ban around roughhousing was implemented very quickly into their second season while they were on the road, when everyone quickly realized that these two in particular were chaos incarnate when rooming together. It was late at night when the whole team's floor woke up to a very loud yelp of pain. Come to find out that the two of them were roughhousing, and San, completely on accident, broke Wooyoung's wrist. They were never allowed to room together again, and now forward!Seonghwa is in charge of bed-checks.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez reactions #my musings #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #choi san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

[isleofair]

Tiger & Bunny Week Day 2

Tiger & Bunny First Series Anniversary

(allowing for airtime shenanigans lol)

I can't quite put together a full review, but I want to list some moments in Season 1 that I found striking/intriguing/wonderful/thought-provoking when watching it for the very first time (around the end of December 2021):

1 - The princess carry

I said I started watching T&B at the end of 2021, but I had actually been distantly aware of its existence well before that, for a reason I find extremely amusing: I had seen Taibani BL doujinshi while browsing for doujinshi of other anime shows 😂. My vague impression, based solely on the name of the show and the cover art of said doujinshi, was that "Tiger and Bunny" were something like two detective partners... and that the original series was explicitly a yaoi one, because, come on, surely you wouldn't name your characters Tiger and Bunny otherwise, right?!?

I knew by the time I clicked play on Netflix that that last bit was wrong. The princess carry told me that I was not that far off, though, either. 😜

2 - The reveal that The King of Heroes is actually a massive dork

You kind of catch glimpses of it in the previous episodes, but I sort of dismissed them as "eh, it's his over-constructed Hero TV persona, this guy is the King of Heroes, after all, he must have all of his ducks in a row".

But in the very first episode we see him out of the suit, we find out that Keith is, if anything, even more of an overeager puppy when he's not on the clock as Sky High, and this made me fully realize what a rich world of characters I had landed in (and made Keith start to rise very fast in my personal preference ranking of all the heroes).

3 - Barnaby's fear (?) of fire

This one was, to me, a missed opportunity for what could have been an even deeper look into Barnaby's character.

Barnaby here says he "hates" fire (火が嫌いです). From his expression, and the flashback that follows, I think it would be fair to assume that fire makes him at the very least uncomfortable, if not downright afraid. And Barnaby has both and enemy and an ally who have fire as their power, as evidenced specifically in this episode, so I was expecting that to be addressed... but nothing specific ever came of it.

It's true that Barnaby in this first half of S1 is very cool and collected at all times, but finding out if and how his feelings about fire color his perception of and interactions with Nathan and Lunatic would have been extremely fascinating, IMHO. (Even just an explicit acknowledgment of the fact that he doesn't let it influence his relationship with those two characters in the least would have been interesting, and added to his characterization in some small way.)

4 - Episode 17 ("Blood Is Thicker Than Water.")

Definitely one of my very favorite episodes overall (which means a lot, considering it doesn't feature Nathan, or even Keith, for one single second, lol).

We learn so much about Kotetsu, his family, his history; at one of his lowest points, he manages to shine when it matters the most, where no one can see him, but the thing he cherishes most in the world, Kaede, is at stake. And the thing that struck me the most is that he saves her by completely subverting the way we've always seen him apply his power to being a hero: by being still and quiet and attentive, instead of strong, rash, loud. And then he doesn't even need his power to finish rescuing Kaede, to be her hero; just a good old jolt of parent-with-a-kid-in-danger adrenaline.

It's a really fantastic episode.

5 - The ending of episode 24, and the title of episode 25 ("Eternal Immortality.")

(And I don't just mean the whole "gosh, the fried rice thing was pretty gay, but the eyelash comment was REALLY gay, huh?" stuff, lol.)

See, when I watched this, I already knew that season 2 was coming up, so I should have logically assumed they would not kill off their main character here... But I was way too caught up in the story and way too distraught to remember any sort of logic, and I was staring at my screen like "surely they wouldn't... right? RIGHT?!? 😥"

And then I remembered that oh! The last episode is called "Eternal immortality"! It's the only one with a title that doesn't fit the proverb scheme! It must be very significant!

And so I was fully convinced, for the, oh, 10 minutes between here and the moment Kotetsu stands back up in the last episode and explains he had just simply passed out, that he had indeed died, or about as close to is as to not make a difference, and that his Hundred Power, after diminishing, would actually fade completely right there and then and turn into a different power, that would grant him infinite regeneration (see: him healing himself with Hundred Power in episode 13), and thus, essentially, eternal immortality.

Hey, it would have been pretty cool.

(the prompts!)

#tiger & bunny #tnbw

[ang33333333l]

The Diary of Petunia Glasschuh

Cw:bullying and slight bad parenting from Petunia's mom and also talks about self mutilation.

AGAIN THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH TO @saneriddlefan67 FOR BETA READING!!!

Taglist(again you can always ask to be tagged!!) @satans-gaurd-dog @leonakingscholarship @silvveringjadestar

Entry 1

Dear Diary,

Today starts a new chapter in my life. Night Raven College, though I have been to boarding schools before, they were all girls and only for ladies. Now, I share a room with a boy, he drank like a flea ridden dog while downing the water in the finger bowl. Who does that?!? Did his mother not raise him with a lick of common sense?! But on a more positive note, his hair color is quite nice along with how it looks. I wonder what his hair routine is, maybe double wash it every two days? Perhaps deep conditioning once a week? Actually now that I truly think about it, this whole night has been rather strange. Two girls, one was in a wedding gown for goodness sakes!! The other claimed she was from another world. I feel sorry for both of them, they seem like they got hit in the head via a large rock.

Entry 2

Dear Diary,

It seems like most of the students have little to no common sense. Especially that Ace Trappola. I hate him so much, always saying something stupid and it just gets on my nerves. Anyways, my classes are going well, Sebek is quite loud, but I can't control that. I also learned the name of the girl in the wedding gown, Fauna. Quite a nice name, though I am surprised she’s the same age as me. She is from a different world so perhaps marriage laws are different? She's always carrying that weasel?? Cat?? Dog?? Raccoon?? I don't know what that thing is, but apparently his name is Grim. Fauna is quite nice, though a complete idiot. She believes her fiancé will save her…I wish I could believe like that, but Mother says that love isn't real, all that men care about is status and how pretty a woman looks…Fauna is beautiful, and she has a natural charm. I wish my words would get through her, if he did want her, why hasn't he come yet?! I honestly believe he's in love with someone else. Well, on a different note, I finally learned the name of the pretty hair boy; Epel. He has a habit of carrying around onions. It's probably to season the food but…onions?!? Just onions?? No spices?? No herbs?? Does he perhaps need help with seasoning food? If so, I could graciously help him!!

Entry 3

Dear Diary,

I wish people in this school had common sense. That annoying boy won't shut up. Even in P.E. How hard is it to keep that mouth shut and not make everyone do more than necessary?!? Well, I bumped into someone, his name is Jack. He's a beastmen, and his tail is pretty impressive. Of course, the split ends on it are quite noticeable. But other than that it looks rather soft, maybe he needs help trimming it! I wonder what he does to take care of his tail, maybe double washes it? It does seem like it's carefully brushed too. But, on a side note, Vil is quite the…chief…All their food is so bland!!! No wonder Epel carries those onions!! I at first believed it was just flunks! No, they were not. If I have to sit through the BLANDEST meal imaginable for another time this week, I will be pulling out my hair!!!

Entry 4

Dear Diary,

I met Jack again, we were both attending to plants in the school’s garden. I never would've guessed he enjoyed gardening. He was very gentle with the pots, maybe he could give me some tips for my potted plants. I noticed how golden his eyes are, they’re quite beautiful. If they were gems they would make for the most perfect jewelry!

Entry 5

Dear Diary,

I have just been humiliated. I just got a bucket full of paint dumped onto me!!! I don't know what type of prank it was but I felt everyone’s eyes on me and just…laugh at me!!! Who does that?!? I think I also heard a few people talking to their friends saying “I wonder how that stuck up will react” and all I could do was just cry and run…now my uniform is ruined…I just hope it doesn't happen again. I hate this stupid club, why did I even pick Film Research?!?! I don't like this club. So what if I’m stuck up?!?! It's not like they're anything better!!! And I can't do anything about it because people told Vil it was an accident and what proof do I even have to disprove that claim?!

Entry 6

Dear Diary,

I hung out with Jack again, I don't know if the tough guy personality is an act or if he genuinely is a tough guy. It's like people describe him as that but when I’m with him, I can see him slip up and be caring. Well, that's usually followed by “Not like I care or anything…” He makes me laugh, I like that in a person. I also notice how many split ends he has on his tails, maybe once he gets comfortable with me I could ask him if I could trim up his tail. Jack also has such a nice smile. I should probably get his number, but when's the right time?? Would it be weird to ask so soon?

Entry 7

Dear Diary,

I hate this school. I hate everyone. I hate Fauna especially, how does basically everyone like her?!?! She's just a dumb naive girl!!!! She has nothing impressive about her!!! All she has is a pretty face!!! Why can't people like me like that?!? Why can’t people like me like that and be sincere about it?!? Why do I have to work hard for a little respect but all she has to do is show some basic kindness and she’ll have people fawning over her!!!!...But I guess like I said, she does have a natural charm to her…but…why can't I be like that? Why can't people love me like that? Why do I have to prove I’m worthy of love? Why do I have to prove that I’m worthy of being seen for more than my wealth and status?!?...Now that I truly think about it, Fauna just let people walk over her, it's pitiful. Fauna may be dumb but she doesn't deserve to be drained out of everything. I once talked to her and she just went off the rails about what she could do to help me?! I just wanted a simple conversation. Plus it doesn't help that the other girl, I believe her name is Yurika, only really uses more violent methods of getting her point across. I guess if I was in Fauna’s shoes I would try my hardest to be kind just to keep the peace.

Entry 8

Dear Diary,

I wonder how bad it would be if I just got dirty once, the last time Mother gave me an earful of how I shouldn't get dirty. I would also break a nail, and I would rather not have that. Despite what people think, my nails are fully real, no acrylic to make them look longer, just nail.

Entry 9

Dear Diary,

I realized how I had no friends before meeting Jack and I guess Fauna?... Everyone I interacted with was either because of Mother or school, no one actually wanted to be my friend. I just been alone, reading books about useless fairytale romance that would never happen to me. I may be known as “The Fairest flower in Fleur City” but I don't think it's true…I know I only won because of my pretty face and nothing else, it’s not like people truly got to know me. I wonder what would happen if my face got destroyed or damaged in some way, would people still treat me with that faux kindness or show their true colors? I know very well the other students in Pomefiore except a few would treat me worse. It's like everyone in this dorm is so obsessed with having a pretty face, I know very well what that leads to, my life isn't fun. Suitors only caring about my appearance then how I actually am, suitors only care about me enough so they think they have won me over without even realizing I always throw away their horrible letters and disgusting gifts.

Entry 10

Dear Diary,

I hate it. I hate everything. I hate my face. I hate Mother. I hate how I don't even know my own interests. I hate it, I hate this school. I hate Ace, Epel, Vil, Rook, Riddle, Jamil, Ruggie, Leona, BASICALLY EVERYONE!!!! Why is it so hard to be noticed for something other than my beauty?!?! What if I just take some hairspray and a lighter and burn off my face?!?! How would people treat me then?!?!? Huh?!?! I bet that half of these students wouldn't even look at me!!!!

Entry 11

Dear Diary,

After a week, I have calmed down. I also have started to realize how I feel around Jack. I feel warm around him, I feel safe like I could tell him anything, and my god when his hand brushes against my hand on accident it feels like my heart is beating faster than it should be!!

Entry 12

Dear Diary,

It feels weird, Mother always told me to be careful, especially with my sutors, to not fall in love due to how it will only hurt you, and to let her deal with my love life. She always said she would find the perfect man for me. But…Dairy, I think I already did, we have been hanging out and talking for a while now. It feels…nice not having Mother picking out boys for me, it feels amazing just…talking to him. He loves snowboarding, actually he really loves any winter sport. I wonder once it gets colder I could ask Mother if I could stay with Jack, I will tell her it’s for a school project!! Yes, a school project!! A perfect excuse! Well, more like a lie…But it's worth it!! Mother can never know about him, what if she hates him?!? Then I’ll be banned from seeing him…I can't let that happen! Under no circumstances will that happen!! But…how will I tell Jack this? How does one even confess without making a mess of themselves?

Entry 13

Dear Diary,

I wonder if I could garden. The potted plants only really provide a good thing to rant to when I can't write anything down, and to clean them up. I can't get dirty or else it would ruin my reputation. Is this why people see me as stuck up? It isn't my fault that their Mothers didn't teach them common sense!! But it doesn't matter, plus my beauty is the best quality of myself. You know when I think about it, what else is my best quality? Do I even have any? Mother always says that it is important to be educated, so I guess that's another good quality, but…what else is there to me? What do people think of me? Just a pretty face?...Is that what Jack thinks about me? That all I am is just a stuck up girl with a pretty face?.. No, he isn't like that…But Mother says how men can easily lie just to use you, but I’m really starting to doubt her. I mean, she only married my Father then he left her after she had me. I think she's just worried for me, but it has always been suffocating.

Entry 14

Dear Diary,

Writing letters is harder than books make it out to be. Books make it seem like once you put a pen to paper you're the next Shakespeare, but all my attempts make me seem like a desperate nutcase. OH GREAT SEVEN WHY MUST I INSIST ON WRITING JACK A LETTER?!?

#twisted wonderland #twst #internetangelpost #twst oc #jack howl x petunia glasschuh #jack howl x oc #jack howl twst #twst jack #jack howl twisted wonderland #jack howl #👠🐺 #petuina glasschuh 👠

[mischievouschan4]

Fic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @starwalkertales!!! I've had my eye on this one for a while, and now I have the push to do it haha

Here we go~

How many works do you have on ao3?

For both my handles: 19, but technically 20 if you count the one I abandoned............oopsie 😅 Specifically for Star Wars: 17

2. What's your ao3 word count?

Amazingly, it's a nice even number right now?! 126,000 😲

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Main fandom: Star Wars (Obikin, QuiObiAni) Previous fandoms: Hocky RPF, MDZS, Promare

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1) WorldBigFlameUp with 620 kudos; this is for the Promare movie, GaloxLio with (dirty) domestic fluff post canon 2) Transference with 471 kudos; my current QuiObiAni golden child; Obi-Wan time travels to save the galaxy and receive aaalllll the love he should have gotten the first time around 3) Wisdom Teeth Woes with 260 kudos; really really cute SFW Obikin, the obligatory post wisdom teeth removal amnesia fic 4) How Anakin Got his Groove Back with 161 kudos; switch Obikin, I fondly refer to this one as "BDSM fic" 😌 she's filfthy, she's fun(ny) - maybe?, she's got BSE (big switch energy) from Obi-Wan LOL 5) I Know You Love Me with 150 kudos; HockeyRPF, my Toews/Kane (bottom Jonny) fic from the Chicago Blackhawks glory days *big sigh* **tears up** And the honorable mention abandoned fic (Thorki) at 718 kudos LOL (no judgment, okay?? I was a practically a bebe when I wrote it 😅)

5. Do you respond to comments?

................................I need to be better about this. I definitely do for Transference every time I update with a new chapter, but I find it hard to keep up for some of my other fics (EVEN THOUGH I CHERISH EVERY SINGLE ONE!!!!)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

nOnE oF mY fIcS hAvE aNgStY eNdInGs 👀 (like actually)

7. What's the fic your write with the happiest ending?

I swear they're all happy! But I think the sugary-est fic overall has to be How to Fall in Love with a Lawyer, you can't say no to Obikin engagement! But also, I think The Kenobi-Skywalker Family Goes Viral is also quite adorable (not that I'm biased or anything ha)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have been lucky! No hate so far, just some very astute fans of canon that have pointed out inconsistencies haha (which is 100% acceptable)

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

HA... YES! I do lots and lots and lots of smut! But almost all of it is MxM I think!

10. Do you write cross-overs?

Historically, no. Would I be open to it? ...I think I could be convinced...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yesssss!!!! And it is such an honor?!?! My QuiObi fic Seasons of Love was translated by the amazing @cakushi into Russian😭💓💓💓

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

NOT YET!!! BUT SOON!!! I'm looking at you, @dark--whisperings 💖

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

QuiObi probably? 🥰 It's definitely my comfort ship.

15. What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh goodness, welp, I have a WIP called Love and Devotion (MDZS/The Untamed fandom) which is a pseudo-Regency AU for Lan Zhan/Wei Ying that's just sitting there 3/maybe 6 ish chapters in........... I really do want to finish it, but I need to get my head out of Star Wars first....

16. What are your writing strengths?

Visualizing situations to translate them into words

CUTE FLUFF

Writing in a way that's comfortable for me to read out loud

Extensive research (both for smut and non-smut content hehe 😼)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

GRAMMAR (I switch between present and past depending on the fic and it screws with my brain so much)

Pacing 😠 (How much detail is too much detail?? IDK)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Select lines yes, I have for Love and Devotion since the original content is in Chinese and that's my second language, but entire chunks? Definitely not. I usually just do italics to signify another language haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I'm honestly not super sure LMAO back in my fanfiction.net days I wrote for both Death Note and Alex Rider hahaha

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Transference haha when you put that much effort into a long-fic, it's hard to not put it on a pedestal.

Thank you so much for tagging me!!! Had lots of fun thinking about these.

Apologies if you've been tagged already, and apologies if I missed you! Anyone can pick this up if you find it interesting!!

@dark--whisperings @thesilverqueenlady @dreaminghour @briliantlymad @anakinsthot @cakushi @to-proudly-go (Omg I’m sorry I left you off!)

#I WAS BLESSED WITH A TAG #fic tag #star wars fanfiction #just writer things

[mightyfloofy]

Talking a little on the recent mangas I've started reading this week😗✨📚(two of them are new to me, for the others, I've picked up on the manga after finishing their current anime seasons) 💚THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS💚

1) Tomodachi Game:

So i think I've only read up to around 12 chapters or so and it's so good????

The roller-coaster of emotions it's making me have though- like i started loving Tenji with my whole heart and soul then he...disappointed me. Then he earned my trust again- a whole twist.

Yuuichi is a pretty good MC so far. Bro is a cutie.

Sawaragi pisses me off a little. Idk how to explain it though.

Yuutori my girl 💜

Shibe um... 💀💀💀 Yeah. And no i don't dislike him for what he tried to do in chapter 2 or so. I just... He's too dumb.

Also the art?????? Muah

I watched some scenes of the anime in the beginning after i read a couple of chapters and it's...disappointing. Even the animation is wonky.

But just- the art style has me in luvvvv

Manabu-kun keeps on gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing every chapter.

Also, I'm praying for my boy Yuuichi's sanity. At first i was like "Sawaragi, i get hes cute but WHAT do u see in him??" and i see now. My girl has some amazing taste, at least for that.

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2) Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

I've only read 4 chapters but this shit has me ROLLINGGGG

It's so funny pls

The art is also pretty good too. I'm not really a fan of Slice of Life, but this one hits.

Also, pretty boi alert:

My favorite character so far is this guy though:

He's so babygirl ✨✨✨✨

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3) Demon Slayer

So I started reading it right after the events of season 3, of course.

Giyuu's backstory lowkey hit home-

He needs a hug. I won't say more.

Tanjiro is precious, as always, just like Nezukooo (a loud 'Nezuko-chan' came in my and after i typed that)

Oh yeah, Zenitsu:

Me to Shinobu, "Doctor, hes out again"

Nah because he didn't have to chomp Tanjiro's sky wide forehead like that???? 😭😭😭

So i have two volumes of Demon Slayer at home and i gotta say, the art improved and it's nice to have seen it grow. I know it's like this for most mangakas, but here i didnt see a whole art style change or whatever but something becoming finer while keeping that style very present.

The story is at its peak right now, i reached up to the point where Muzan decided to heehee himself in the no-no place for him. (idk how to say this without spoiling)

I'm luving it so far

Also, my husband:

I miss his gorgeous face LAWDDDDD HAVE MERCYYY

Though i already loved him before seeing his face.

I've finally memorised the master's name: Ubuyashiki

It's an achievement.

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4) Blue Lock

Ok i can't add pics anymore but I'm confident most people know what it is without having watched it.

I wanted to share some nice Rin pics but guess it'll be for another time. (yall will be missing out on my man)

So, i picked up from where the first season stops and-

I miss Kunigami. A lot. He was one of my favs 😭😪

Shidou is special (him telling Isagi he'd love to see him explode again got me praying for him fr)

The story has taken a nice turn with the U-20 team rushing things up. I love it but i want to see Sae play already so I'm being an impatient little bug.

The art is MUAH as always. I love the lines added for light shading, ill probably inspire myself off it for future drawings.

Hiori needs to be friends with Chigiri so they can talk about hair products (Hiori is like a short-haired Chigiri with cyan hair. My boy has naturally long lashes (Rin's remain better 💅)

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That's all, folks!

I hope to read even more in the upcoming days and hopefully I'll get to talk about them like i just did above.

Expect headcanons from each of these mangas 💜💜💜

And you can even send me recommendations 😙✨

It's midnight where I am like damn-

Bye byeeeee

#tomodachi game #Yuuichi katagiri #Yuuichi #Tenji #Sawaragi #Yuutori #Shibe #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #Iruma #Asmodeus #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #Tanjiro #hotaru haganezuka #Haganezuka #demon slayer haganezuka #idk man #boku no hero academia #uzui tengen #demon slayer uzui #blue lock #rin itoshi #Yoichi #Deserved #Anime #Manga #Manga online #sae itoshi

[asgardwinter]

The Divorce (5)

summary | Victor Creel’s house was the description of a haunted house, a true haunted house. Searching for clues you had no idea how they could look like seemed like the most promising line of investigation and it did nothing to make you settle with the anxiety that was building inside. What was it like to be with Vecna’s curse in Vecna’s chosen house?

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, arguments, hurt/comfort, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 5), tiny bit of fluff, again they’re in love but don’t tell them yet, talks about death (reader), self deprecating talk, Vecna’s Curse, stranger things usual stuff

word count | 4k 

author’s note | i’m back with part five!!! (and i figured out there are going to be more than six parts and an epilogue, sorry) i’m also sorry that i’m taking longer to write it because college and work are really taking a turn on me and i’m left with no energy :( i hope you guys like the new chapter! <;33

comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated &lt;3

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You couldn’t sleep for the whole night after you saw the clock.

That fucking clock.

You knew one of the symptoms Max had described you was nightmares — not that you nights were that easy before, specially with the Upside Down problems looming over your shoulder. So it seemed pretty reasonable to just not sleep.

You can’t have nightmares if you’re awake, right?

But it was difficult to run away from Steve’s suspects, he was keeping an eye on you since the graveyard event, since you saw that clock and didn’t tell him. It was just like he was inside your head and wanted you to admit to him things weren’t right.

Because you promised him. Promised he’d be the first to know about any clock you saw.

But you didn’t want to take the focus away from Max and the actual problems. Fuck, you didn’t even had a favourite song to save you, right?

If everything went as planned everything should be solved soon or it wouldn’t be solved at all.

Especially for you.

It had to be about 6am when you were blinking heavily and felt a warm liquid running from your nose.

Your hand was there quickly, preventing it from getting to your mouth or your shirt. With the first rays of sun passing through the basement’s window it was easy to spot the crimson liquid staining your pointer finger. You were up in no time and got to the bathroom, closing the door to avoid any more suspicions.

The cold water cleaned the fresh blood easily, but you still sat down on the ground with your head leaning back to try and stop the bleeding.

Three firm knocks on the door came not too far after you got inside.

“Yeah?” You said in a loud voice without opening your eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s worried voice echoed inside the bathroom like he was right by your side.

You breathed deeply before answering. “I’m fine!”

“You’re sure?”

You got up and closed the facet right before opening the door to face him. “All good.” Your annoyed tone was enough to make his eyes widen and search for anywhere to look that wasn’t your face.

Standing there in the doorway was a weird place, but you waited for Steve to say anything more or just get out of the way… Damn, the stress was getting a little out of hand. Going against all your expectations, Steve’s eyes locked on you getting more serious every second.

“Look, I know something is wrong.” He started, raising his finger when you already began to defend yourself from the very much right accusations. “I may not be the most intelligent person, but I like to think I still know you. I’m here if you need me.”

His eyes carried a hundred more comfort words you couldn’t make out, just feel. It was overwhelming to say the least, all the goodness in his eyes, everything Steve could make you feel with only a few words. It made you want to spill everything that was inside your head and hide into his arms.

It was unfair, because you weren’t together anymore. Everything should be buried deep down, forgotten and healed but it clearly wasn’t, at least not for you.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to run away or try to find out if it felt the same for him, if his worry was fruit from the unspoken and lingering love you felt or just some mutual respect you developed for the past three days after that first unsettling encounter. Steve chose to follow Nancy after all, right? He was trying to get away from you and the kids but it was already explained… Would he lie to you to hide the fact he was still in love with Nancy Wheeler?

That was not something the Steve you dated would do, so all you could do was hope it was just your paranoia.

You were lost in your thoughts for good seconds to make the situation a bit uncomfortable for Steve that wasn’t aware of your inner monologue.

“I know.” You finally answered, shaking away the slightly sad face. Your hand found his that secured him leaning on the threshold without even thinking, but you needed to hold it. “I know, Stevie. We just have bigger problems now. But… We’ll talk, okay?”

He didn’t look excited by your response but yet nodded his head. His thumb traced small designs in your hand, like Steve didn’t want to let you physically go.

“Hey there, you guys are coming? We need to get going right now!” Dustin shouted from the top of the stairs making the soft atmosphere dissipate very easily.

“Let’s go then.” Steve said, making a gesture for you to go first.

The start of another lovely day to fight some monsters.

…

“Yeah, that's not creepy.” Steve was the first to break the silence as the group faced the abandoned house that once belonged to Victor Creel.

The whole house was sealed with nails and wood clapboards, closing the windows and all the doors to prevent any invasions. Nancy had brought two hammers in the car to help with the whole “getting inside process”.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” Steve asked as he helped Nancy with the board that covered the front door.

“We're not sure.” She answered him. “We just know this house is important to Vecna.”

“Because Max saw it in Vecna's red soup mind world?” Steve kept trying to rationalize it for some reason.

“Basically.” Nancy was tired of his questioning so she was brief.

“Great.” He mumbled under his breath, changing focus to the task of getting inside the house.

“Maybe it holds a clue to where Vecna is.” Dustin decided to get in the conversation. “Why he's back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.”

“I just think this is the best clue we got till now, right? It’s better than having nothing.” It was your time to mutter, winning the attention of only a few members of the group that were near you.

“We… don't think he's in here, do we?” Lucas asked, a bit unsure.

“Guess we'll find out.” Max responded.

Nancy and Steve quickly let the wood board go and fell to the floor, exposing the stained glass with the figure of a rose right in the center of it.

It was creepy to say the least.

You felt colder than before, the same sensation you got at that moment when you were leaving the graveyard, those goosebumps down your spine that were far from pleasant. There was no voice you could hear but you could almost feel it telling you weren’t supposed to be there or anywhere near it.

“It's locked.” Steve announced the obvious. “Should I knock, see if anybody's home?”

“No need.” Robin shouted with a large brickstone in her hand. “I found a key.”

What a key… The glass shattered very easily with it, taking the bottom half of the rose away with the brick. Steve was the one to get his hand through the opening and open the house from the inside. The door creaked so much it was obvious it had been closed for a long long time.

Lucas tried to turn on the light unsuccessfully. “Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.”

You walked near Dustin and Steve, getting the flashlight you hung on your belt before getting out of the car.

“Where'd everyone get those?” Steve inquired, looking at the flashlights everyone carried like he was left out.

“Do you need to be told everything?” Dustin was as soft as always with his tone. “You're not a child.”

You laughed at the situation, getting their attention. Extending your hands towards Dustin’s backpack, he let you hold it and take an extra flashlight out and hand it to Steve.

“Thank you.” Your ex-boyfriend whispered and you flashed him a smile, leaving Dustin’s bag in the ground so you could get it later when you left the house.

“They just left everything.” Nancy said as she took a look around with Robin.

“I guess a triple homicide isn't good for resale value.” Robin had a point with her snarky comment.

You took a look around by yourself, stopping on your tracks when you saw it.

The grandfather clock, the same as the day before.

Just that this time felt so much more real, the ticking was louder in your head and it looked… in place, like it belonged there.

“Hey, guys?” You could still hear Max while in trance? That was weird. “You all see that, right?”

“Yeah.” Dustin’s voice was there too.

“Yeah.” Steve was the one to make you realize it was real, that the clock was actually inside the house. That it was the inspiration for the one that appeared in your head.

“Yeah.” You muttered weakly, stepping away from it. 

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?” Nancy asked Max.

“I mean, it's… just a clock. Right?” Robin said, stepping closer to it, which you clearly wouldn’t advise her to do. The last thing wanted was to touch that thing and make it feel a thousand more times real than it already was. “Like a normal old clock.”

"Everything can be normal until you're seing it in weird places." You mumbled.

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve raised a question. “Maybe he's, like, a clockmaker or something?”

“I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin’s voice was dripping with irony, making Steve look at him with a slight shade of anger.

“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere.” Nancy announced dramatically before going down to business. “Okay, everyone stay in groups of two. Or three.” She added before looking at you. “Robin, Y/n, upstairs.”

“Come on. Let's go.” Max got Lucas’ hand and pulled him to follow her out of the room.

You followed the girls up the stairs leaving Steve and Dustin arguing behind you. They decided to go for the main bedroom, it looked like it came straight from a horror movie with everything in place but looking almost ghostly.

“Wow, this bed looks comfortable.” You mocked looking at the silky sheets that had already incorporated all the dust.

“It once was for sure.” Robin said, looking around the room.

The door to the bathroom was slightly closed, so you used your feet to kick it and look at more dust and webs that were starting to worry you and making you feel like the spiders were crawling over your skin and getting under your clothes.

“Hey.” Nancy called you, making you look at her in shock. “Anything over there?”

“Nothing, just a tub with three generations of a family of spiders.”

“Ew!” Robin widened her eyes. “Remember me to stay away from that bathroom.”

You kept looking in silence, Robin making a comment or two just to stop it from getting too uncomfortable — or too scary.

“Hey, Y/n.” Robin called you when you went to look in the same place in one that once was a young girl’s room. “Please be kind to Steve. He… He looks at you in the very same way he did back in July.”

“What?” You looked confused by the way she started the conversation out of the blue.

“He still loves you.” She went right to the point.

“I… To be honest I thought he was going for Nancy after the trailer park stunt and all.” You avoided looking straight at her, devoting all your attention to the cracks in the wall and floorboards.

“No, he spent the whole time we were inside the library complaining about how you didn’t seem shaken to see him.” Your eyes crossed with Robin’s after that revelation, a silent way to ask “What?” just to make sure she wasn’t playing with you. “And I have reason to believe you…”

“Yeah, right.” You went back to your careful examination of the structure of the place. You didn’t want to expose yourself to her, it wasn’t like your talks in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy.

Now she was Steve’s best friend and she wanted what was best for him, you could understand that and it made you happy to know Steve had someone who had his back here.

You hadn’t. And even lost the few who could’ve stayed with the breakup and the departure back in July 1985.

“Just… be kind with him, okay?” She asked one more time.

“I will.” You promised Robin, because you didn’t want to shatter Steve Harrington, it was the last thing you wanted to do. “I care about him way more than I should.”

“I bet he does the same.” Robin granted and she… she couldn’t be more right if you thought about the words that kept echoing through your mind if you let the fear of Vecna go for more than two seconds.

The way you jumped with the noise that came from the hallway made the floorboards creak a bit more intensely. You went quickly out of the room before exchanging worried looks, to check on what the hell was happening in that house. You found Steve and Nancy trying to take a spider out of his hairs, his voice raised a bit with every word.

“If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it till it lays eggs and the babies spill out.” Robin mocked him, exchanging a smug face with her friend.

“What's wrong with you?” Was all he could manage as a response. “Robin, seriously. She's got problems.” Steve mumbled the last part so only you and Nancy could hear.

“Tell me about it.” Nancy added.

“I missed her, though.” You confessed, looking at her walking forward and noticing it was true.

You wanted to go back and just make small talk with her in the backroom of the ice cream shop. And maybe help her with teasing Steve’s antiques with his stupid hat.

“It's cool you two are friends now.” Steve commented to Nancy, she only smiled a bit and went to follow Robin, leaving you alone with him.

“It's not like we're dating.” Steve said out of the blue. “Me and Robin. Not like we're dating.”

“I know, Steve.” You granted it, you just didn’t feel romantic tension between them. Love was there for sure but it was just… friendship.

“She told you? That we're not…?”

“She didn’t need to. You both look like brother and sister by the way you act with each other.” You explained, containing a laugh. “You sure argue like family.”

“It’s just… Robin is so…”

“If you say annoying you’re only going to confirm my theory.”

He laughed at you even if he didn’t want to show joy at you joking at his face. “You didn’t change one bit.”

It was an innocent comment but it sort of hit you hard, like everything you had before the Starcourt Battle was still there and like Steve was still seeing you as the one he loved back there. But you knew the truth, you knew you weren’t the same — there was a reason you two had broken up after all…

But you smiled at him anyway.

“You’re just the same.” He continued, eyes focused on you like they could see your soul. “But you’re still weak, right?” That made you uneasy, it sounded so off for Steve to say something like that, it didn't fit his voice. “You still push everyone away without warning, as I can see. Was it that easy to leave me behind?”

“What? No…Steve…” You tried to speak but the words would come to you, your mind was just a thunderstorm of mixed thoughts you couldn’t separate in any comprehensible form of communication. “I… It hurted so much to let you go.”

“So why did you do it?” He was ruthless to shoot that question right in that moment. “I needed you back there and where were you? You were breaking up with me and moving out of Hawkins.”

“Steve, we both agreed that we couldn’t have stayed together like that. We were no good for each other and…”

“That’s what you wanted to make me believe.” Steve accused you, his index pointing right at your face making you retreat in yourself. “You only wanted the easy way out, right? You were never suited for all the shit we go through in Hawkins, should just stay in the dark like the rest of the city. You just can’t deal with it, am I right?”

The tears flowed down your cheeks and there was no way to stop it, you were shrunken against the wall and Steve’s hands were starting to get weird, bigger fingers and burnt flesh replacing his features, a face without clear skin.

A terrifying face looking right back at you.

Vecna’s face.

“Y/n.” Vecna said your name in that scary slurred voice of his making you want to run as fast as you could even if you didn’t have anywhere to go. “Your time is coming. It’s always easy to use the weak link as a plan B.”

You slipped in the wall to the left to get away from him and close to any door you could find to put between you and Vecna, but you only fell back in the place you were standing before, stepping carelessly to the left because you suddenly lost your balance. If it wasn’t for Steve that was holding your cheeks firmly with his hands — when did that happen? — you wouldn’t be up.

“Oh, thank god! You’re back…” He was going to say some more things but your hand went to his mouth to stop the words from coming out and calling more attention.

“Did you call anyone here?” You asked him with a serious face, but the hurried steps getting closer answered it for you.

“Is everything okay?” Robin was there out of her breath, followed by Nancy and Dustin that were on the same floor.

You breathed deep to keep your act before turning to face them. “I’m good, I just tripped over one of these terrible floorboards and my feet got stuck. But it’s already solved. Steve got a bit too worried about it.”

They looked around to analyze the scene and it was weird. Even with the good act you fought to keep it was hard to believe, Steve’s shouts were too desperate and it didn’t fit with only a fall.

“Yes.” Steve freed his mouth from your hand and confirmed the story without an ounce of plainess. “I was just… on edge.”

They stood there for a few more moments at the door, but there was nothing to say if you guys didn’t want to say anything. It wasn’t like it was a vacation and everyone could go after some gossip, it was literally a mission in a haunted house inside the city everyone had grown up.

The moment they left you let Steve go fully, trying to ground yourself but it was hard when the house was so similar to its darker version you saw in your head.

“It has already happened, right?” Steve didn’t have to wait for the answer to know the truth, everything was already perfectly clear inside his head. “Fuck, Y/n! You promised you’d tell me!”

“I couldn’t, all right? I… I couldn’t take the focus away from Max. I’m the one who needs to keep her safe and not make everyone worry about me.” You continued the argument in the shushed voice.

“When did you see the clock?” His hands were on your shoulders now,keeping you steady and keeping you close. You were afraid Vecna would do his little trick again. “For the first time?”

“Yesterday at the graveyard.”

“I knew it. I fucking knew something was wrong!” Steve was mad, but even with all the madness that was your head at that moment you could see it wasn’t really directed at you. It was directed at him for not pushing it.

“I’m sorry.” And you were being completely honest with him. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He took a deep breath before talking. And one more just to make sure. “It doesn’t really matter right now. But I’m not leting you go through this alone and let you just kill yourself. We’re telling the others…”

“No. No!” You cut him, hissing the words because you could hear steps approaching. “I don't want you to tell them. We’re not going to tell them. That’s final!”

“Okay.” Steve said bitterly, looking around like he would find the solution in that old haunted dusty room. “I won’t tell him. But we are going first thing after we go out from here to the trailer park and we’re getting a tape of your favorite record.” You were going to argue but he didn’t let you even start. “There’s no way you are talking me out of this, if you say no I’ll tell everyone the second I see them. You’re walking with that in your pocket now and that’s final.”

It was weird, having him deciding things so seriously like that, so decided to keep you safe. “I care about you way more than I should”, the words echoed through your head bringing you a small comfort to your still racing heart.

“I think he’s changing his modus operandi or something.” You told Steve that looked back at you even more worried if it was even possible. “I only saw the clock once, and now he talked to me? I… I don’t know what he’s trying to do here.”

“He talked to you?” He asked in shock.

“Yeah. Said something about me being a plan B.” You decided to just spill everything to Steve, he already knew the worst part, there was nothing to do about it.

“So Max might be plan A…” He tried to form something but apparently it was way too hard. “We need everyone to analyze the new information, if we just tell Dustin…”

“No.” You were firm in your decision.

“It might help us understand.” 

You had no idea why Steve was still trying to reason it with you, but it got somewhere. What if what you were hiding was vital information and it could help solve everything? What if by keeping it you were endangering the kids even more?

“Okay, Steve. We tell them but not right now.” You placed your cards on the table waiting for him to accept it or not. “This is final.”

It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t what he wanted, but if it was all he could get to try to save you he would grab it with everything he had. “Deal.”

You shook hands like you were trading something that wasn’t this life threatening, still touching eachother even when the handshake was supposed to end. His other hand came to the back of your neck to find support, the brown eyes were looking at you with such devotion you only ever saw there.

“Guys! Come here now!” Max shouted, getting you out of the pretty eye’s spell.

“Hm, we need to go.” You said, untangling your hand from his and walking towards the stairs. He followed you closely and you found everyone in the old dining room looking up at a blinking chandelier.

“It's like the Christmas lights.” Nancy said, eyes glued to the orange glow.

“The Christmas lights?” Max asked.

“Yeah, when Will was in the Upside Down, the lights… came to life.” Nancy explained it.

“Vecna's here.” Dustin said. “In this house.”

“Just on the other side.” Lucas added to it.

Steve looked at you preoccupied, the serious expression was still there and it only got stronger with the fact that you now knew that Vecna was sort of there. It was like you were talking through eyes only, his saying “Be more careful” and yours trying to keep him calm while saying “There isn’t really much to do”.

The light blinked even more until they shut down for good.

“I think he just left the room.” Robin said as everybody looked around just as if searching for a ghost.

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Deadly Addictions, Part 1

Keeping in line with Fall in Love with Fall here's another fall fic to celebrate the season 🧡

Chapter: 2 • 3 • 4

Pairing: Ramone × Mirra × Erik

Summary: Mirra has a sex addiction that runs her life and gets in the way of love.

The weight of a thick cut cock thumping Mirra's full lips and teeth was like a weighted blanket. The feel of it in her mouth was like a cigar at the end of a stressful day. The salt of the pre-cum was like bread on an empty stomach.

She filmed it because it turned her on and made her drip. Though her fan was paying good money for this hour of her time, she wasn’t doing it for the cash. Sucking cock was more than a career choice, it was a passion and a comfort.

She hated to say she had a problem. 

As she pumped her gas in the late afternoon, she couldn’t get her mind off of what had gone down in the Best Western hours before. Room 410, she’d gone in there and given that skinny black man the sloppiest top of his life and she’d gotten so turned on in the process, her panties were catching the liquid pearls of arousal.

Her thighs crossed and she shook her head at the man at the next pump. “What,” she snapped for him to point at the ground. She’d dropped a $50 bill. She smiled apologetically and returned to her daydream, the part where he planted his hands on the back of her neck and pulled her in so her nose was pressed hard on his pelvis, his dick down her throat. The click of the gas stopping synchronized with the big spurt of warm cum painting her uvula and she nearly came while standing. She took a deep breath and returned to the wheel, driving to her parents’ home where she was expected for a dinner at least once a month.

Her parents were of the hippie variety and did not judge her career or her personal style unlike her extended family, and that was the way Mirra liked it. She felt welcomed to be herself which made sense considering her mother, Janie, was also a sex worker in her younger days. Her studio work could be found on VHS under an alias if you searched Amazon or Ebay’s retro porn selection hard enough. She always understood that Mirra had to make her own way doing what she wanted to do. Mirra was a very stubborn woman, since she was a child.

“You got cum in your hair,” her little brother Monroe teased passing a hand over her head when he finally left his cave. He was fifteen and taller than her at twenty-four. She tripped him ignoring the loud thud he made.

“Mirra! Come help me chop these peppers,” her mom called. “You’re twenty-six,” she whispered when Mirra came near with puppy dog eyes. 

“He started it, Mommy.” Mirra laid on her mom’s arm, subtly sticking a tongue out at her little brother before helping with dinner. She peeled potatoes and chopped tomatoes then an english cucumber. She grabbed another, her mind fighting a VERY improper impulse until her mom took it from her hand. 

“That’s for the salad.”

“Of course, what else would it be for?”

“How’s DJ?”

“DJ? He.. We..," Mirra sighed. She knew this would happen. "We broke up.. But it wasn’t my fault, he knew what he was getting into."

"So? Make it easier on the man. Reassure him! His woman is a porn star having sex on film with other men for the world to see. The male ego is fragile enough as is without you parading those men in front of him in his own house."

"You talked to him? Behind my back?"

"When did I raise you to hurt people!"

"HE left ME. Chile, all I did was show him the door. I never said I wouldn't sleep with other people."

"Well you need to communicate that and stop leaving bodies everywhere you step," her finger gently nudged Mirra's nose bridge. Mirra stared at her mother, blinking before resuming her chop.

"Maan, I ain't got space to be worried about a man's psyche, that's his job! I have to worry about myself or else I'll never get what I need. "

"I don't know why you won't let these men love you. There was Harvey, Franco, Derrick.."

"Past, past past..."

"Drew, Matteo, Varga.."

Mirra was getting tired of listening to the same lecture over and over again. It was the 'Mirra has a problem' precursor to another intervention and this time she wouldn't stay long enough to let it happen. She dropped the knife on the cutting board ready to turn and leave.

"I’m not about to change to please a man. Liking sex is not a crime and I'll do it with who I want, when and where I want, with as many people as I want. I do what I want." She stormed off with her mother still talking to her back.

"I just don't want you to be alone, you've got to stop doing this!"

Stop what? Mirra was out the door and in her car with the radio up. Wasn't no stopping. This was what she liked and no one was gonna make her feel bad about it. She called on one of her exes, Drew. He was newly married according to Janie, but Mirra didn't care and he answered. 

"You really have the nerve to call me," he chuckled bitterly.

"I do.. actually.. I'm sitting in my car with a full tank and a wet pussy wondering who I should give it to and.. I thought of you."

"I'm married now and I'm sure you know that."

"Shame," she hung up resorting to her second best in bed, Matteo. 

"Mirra, what the hell you want?" Again with the attitude.

"What you think? I need that again. Hold on," she clicked over to Drew who was calling her back. "Drew?"

"I'll meet you at yours in two hours when she falls asleep, but this is the last time."

"That's all I need," she clicked over. "Matteo? Nevermind."

She hung up and called a friend on her way home to pass the drive. Within half an hour she was able to freshen up and change into something sexy, a midnight blue bustier and matching panties with sheer stockings and a garter set. She grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of prosecco, but he was late so she started drinking it on her own. A full hour later, her bottle was nearly empty and Drew was still a no show. 

"Are you still coming," she called him to ask as she paced her bedroom impatiently.

"Mirra, get therapy," he hung up in her ear.

She stood in disbelief, but her need to be filled outweighed her anger at the moment. She called Matteo and he didn't pick up, probably thinking he was teaching her a lesson but Mirra didn't need him. She didn't need any of them, that's why they were exes.

Pantera Adult Toyland in Compton had never had a woman in the gloryholes for as long as they'd been in operation, it was unheard of. Men always serviced men, whether the man was a slave with an owner or simply living out a solo fantasy. This was the case in nearly all gloryholes which made Mirra RARE. She wasn't into BDSM. She wasn't owned by a master pimping her out to anonymous Johns, but she did have a nasty never-fading raunchy fantasy of being used to her full capacity.

The strong and taboo desire led her to the private Pantera backroom where she served, pleasuring every brave and bold brown and black dick that slipped through the dodgy hole in the dirty DNA-coated wall. Different widths, shapes, lengths, and shades twisted in her palms and she had no idea what kind of man was attached to which dick. She didn't care.

Her secret trick was to put the condom in her mouth around the head and let it slide up the shaft. No condom, no suck, and they all wanted the suck. It was a rush for Mirra as she squatted over the dirty cum-stained floor of used tissues left by the previous inhabitants of the room. In her Nikes, olive shorts, and baggy orange tee she felt free in her animal lust to be the slut she wanted to be. She slid off the shorts after a while to please herself, slamming her ass against the wall as she took wood from strangers. They slipped into her pussy and beat it in one at a time taking her to her release.

This was who she was. Dick after dick, she lost herself in a lustful haze where nothing else mattered.. until she was no longer horny. 

Reality slapped her with an ice cold rag reminding her that she was not a mindless sex animal or a disgusting creature of cum. She didn't want to be like this, it was a trauma response and she was at a low point.

Mid-blowjob it hit her. She couldn't think of how many dicks she'd sucked or taken in her pussy at the gloryhole that night. She started to feel repulsed. She was crouched in literal cummy filth sucking off random men from off the street. Most likely, they were men she'd never give a second look to. In her clear mind she wasn't like this, but something would trigger her hypersexuality and take over to a point where her intense desire wouldn't fade until she acted on it. It was a sex addiction that she hated to admit was real and she really, really needed help.

Despite this, she had a job to do and when the repulsion passed, the fever returned and she needed it again.

At age 26, she had over 200 titles under the moniker Byrdie and had starred alongside industry greats. She knew what Byrdie was worth. She knew who to avoid and what studios would prize and pay their actors well. She had medical insurance and regular checkups. When her job was taxing and she was chafing or cold or hungry.. Maybe cum had shot in her eye and it was irritated and red.. She still liked her job. She loved the interactions and watching the finished product of her work. She loved the acting. She loved making her viewers happy. 

Her favorite partner to shoot with was Ramone. He could deliver exactly what she wanted. On camera, he was dominant and aggressive but off camera he was goofy and considerate, funny and sweet. He was always professional and made sure Mirra and her female co-star, Rhonda, remained safe through filming and as comfortable as possible considering they were all naked in the high A/C. 

For one of the shots, Mirra was acrobatically upside down, legs splayed wide with Ramone's thick 8 inch monster in her throat with his assistance. Rhonda's tongue was in her pussy, flicking out and over her glossy folds and she was playing it up for the camera with scripted lines. Ramone was the step-brother come home early from college and Rhonda was his mother who'd come home and caught Mirra sucking him off. The only solution was for her to also fuck Mirra. The scene was called Slammin the Stepsista and it starred Ram Moan, Rhonda Wildsey, and Byrdie.

Mirra couldn't wait for fans to see it. The HD closeups on the most intimate parts of her body only aroused her more. You could see every mark and bump, every pore and crevice, every fold of thin flesh and shade of pink. When Ramone's dick pulled out of her you could see directly inside of her gaping pussy like a cavern to explore.

Ramone's signature was to give hugs after it all to make sure his co-stars were in a safe mindframe, so of course he gave her and Rhonda hugs after filming. He smelled like sweat and earth, subtly Nautical and it drove Mirra wild the entire time they were in filming.

"I am starving," Ramone complained echoing the thoughts of half the people in the room. "Mirra," he came close. Instantly she was ready for another round off camera. "Let's you and me head out, I know a good sushi place."

He led her to the sidewalk and the weather was windy but overall not too cold.

"It's about three blocks." He unlocked his car door but she started to walk instead. “Left," he corrected, watching her come back. "I’m surprised you still have the energy,” he teased.

“You underestimate the pounding this little pussy can take."

"Sheesh..." 

"I also need the fresh air to clear my mind.” 

"Well I don't mind the scenic route. It's my favorite season."

"Oh yeah? Why?" 

"The colors alone," he looked around wistfully. "But this is the perfect weather to jog in."

"You like to jog," Mirra smiled imagining the sight of his strong body rippling from the contact of his legs hitting the ground as he ran, raining glistening sweat. Her breathing was getting deeper and she felt herself getting ever more aroused. 

"We should jog together sometime."

"Huh?" She ready had him undressed in her mind. He had a monster and knew how to use it. She'd done multiple scenes with him over the past few years and her only complaint was that he didn't keep it up off camera. She wanted so badly to be ruined by him and he had the capacity to absolutely wreck her, but he was entirely too soft. Too tooth-rottingly sweet off camera. He cared too much about her well-being and comfort. Just grab me, she wished. In the street, on the sidewalk. 

"I typically leave the house at 6 AM but if you were interested we would work it around your schedule."

They walked briskly past the line of meticulously planted trees with yellow and orange leaves, Ramone on the side of traffic.

"Yeah, I guess," Mirra smiled emptilly, secretly annoyed that he would treat her so cleanly as a young lady and not the insatiable whore persona she'd crafted called Byrdie. Byrdie was allowed to be a shameless dirty slut without being called an addict. Sometimes Mirra wanted to be Byrdie all the time.

Ramone opened the door of the restaurant for her and when they sat at some tall red tables on retro diner barstools, he said a prayer before they ate. He always did these things. He was even facing the door so she didn't have to.

"Ramone, what do think God thinks of what we do," she asked when he was through with his prayer. 

"Honestly? Honestly. If you're asking if God hates sex workers, it's impossible. Even Jesucristo came through the lineage of a known sex worker, it's in the Bible. And if it's good enough for them.. Salmon roll?"

"Yeah," Mirra grabbed it with the chopsticks while sharing her tempura. 

"My turn, what made you get into adult film?"

Mirra couldn't tell him about her extremely high sex drive and risky behaviors without feeling ashamed. "Seemed fun," she shrugged dipping her shrimp. "What about you?"

"I did it for the money. I needed to support my family in Mexico and I've had some bad experiences, the typical.. some producers who tried to take advantage of me, but ya know I'm in a good place right now."

"Does your family know you do porn?"

"Nonono.. No, they.. They don't know. Yours? Do they know," his head inclined. Mirra found herself very attracted to this man every time they met.

"They know, they're actually very supportive. It's my life off camera they don't agree with."

"Uh-Oh, relationships... You seeing anybody?"

"I was..," Mirra sighed thinking of DJ. He really was the type that would've done anything for her, but that was the problem. It made her so uncomfortable. He was too intimate. He couldn't just fuck her, he had to caress and look her in her eyes. It made her cringe. He was a lot like Ramone in that way.  

"Look I didn't mean to bring up any memories-"

"It's- No, you didn't.. do anything," Mirra slipped from her stool. "I'd better go. I'll see you around sometime."

"I got your number," he waved. "I'm a use it."

"Yeah.." she smiled on her way out. "Yeah, that's fine."

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What makes a bodega different from a coffee shop, an extensive guide by Peter B. Parker. 

IronStrange Bingo Round 3 | 🏥 @ironstrangebingo | Coffee Shop

Peter Parker Bingo 2023 | 🕠 @pparkerbingo | Bodega

2023 masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: General WARNING: List format, black coffee

Peter Parker travels to the bodega as often as the coffee shop two streets over and they are both critical in his life. He just didn't realise how important they were to each other. | tony stark/stephen strange

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The bodega on the corner of Queen’s is on the way home from Midtown High, the coffee shop is two streets over. 

If a pick-me-up is needed the bodega offers food that I can be brought home and cooked for dinner, but the coffee shop offers sweet treats and drinks that have far too much sugar in them for an arachnid. 

The bodega is a shop, the coffee shop only offers coffee and treats. 

When studying is required for an upcoming test the coffeeshop is quieter and not many strangers will wish you a good day, the bodega will be loud and strangers will encourage you to do your best work while distracting you at the same time, despite saying “ I won’t distract you anymore, Cara.” (Which means dear and is very nice to hear once and awhile). 

Coffee from the bodega is straight black and bitter, but the handmade rolled, squished-down flat, sandwiches make up for it. The coffee shop is the opposite their coffee is sweet and drinkable while their sandwiches are questionable. 

People know you at the Bodega is they are strangers or not, it is the epitome of the 5 connections diagram. In the coffee shop, you may see the same people but you don’t know them, except for the nice barista who will add a maple cookie with every drink order once finding out you were allergic to peppermint.

Both places feel similar to family just in different ways. 

At the coffee shop, they care about the paper they know you were slaving over last week, 4 coffees deep, the bodega care about your weight and will tell you are too thin and give you extra pasta ingredients. 

You could win the lucky lotto number only at the bodega. 

The coffee shop tries to be elegant Italian whereas the bodega is real Italian and Spanish mixed to make beautiful pasta and sweets pairings. They are both great but only at the bodega will you get comprehensive Italian lessons and support on the latest Spanish assignment. 

The bodega owner is nice and will show you all the things he is working on to improve the shop, and he doesn’t wear a name badge because he believes being able to learn names is more important than knowing them. 

They both sell great different versions of breakfast. 

The barista at the coffee shop (who is the OWNER!) is named Stephen and taught himself to make coffees to deal with his oncoming arthritis, and because he wanted to impress a guy in college. 

They both wear wedding bands and are in nice marriages where they are fond of their partner but don’t feel bad complaining about their newest mess up. 

They will both make you feel like you have a dad. (Cross that one out Peter, it is not that important). 

Sometimes it is almost as if they talk about each other, Tony (the Bodega owner) will say that his husband brought home freshly baked apple pie, from work, after they went apple picking on the weekend. Stephen then talks about his partner loving his apple pie and that is what inspired the new apple-flavoured menu for the fall season. 

It is easy to work at both according to the employees and Tony lets kids who can’t work elsewhere or can’t commit very many hours to work behind the counter when in need of money but don’t want to just take it. 

Tony also employs a really cute guy that makes you want to go to the bodega more. (No he doesn’t MJ!)

They pack up at the same time, 7 pm saying that they want to be home with their partners. Stephen closes only just before. 

But the bodega opens again around 2 am, or whenever Tony is awake. 

Both stores are inherently clean despite the clutteredness of the bodega compared to the simple modern design of the coffee shop.

They both opened the shops for their partners, Stephen’s husband (HUSBAND THEY ARE ALSO BOTH GAY! (or Bi)) loves coffee and Stephen thinks he needs to try something other than black. Tony opens early in the morning because he knows his husband likes to be awake early in the morning and in college, they would both visit the bodega before class (a  sacrifice he had to make, Tony likes to admit). 

If you work late enough you might see Stephen knock on the window of the bodega and Tony come out and kiss him before closing up shop finally.

On one night you might just be able to see a shocked Peter Parker, mouth wide open, through the window. 

Cards: (🏥7/25) (🕠 1/25)

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