#some shitty astronauts

[blancnight]

finally done something myself lol

So, that is probably my first and last thingy like this, couse I'm selling my iPad and procreate will be gone forever;>

Anyways, I wanted to make something for this absolutely stunning story from @crinklytinfoil , so here it goes! I drew them in my style, trying to keep some of the features and stuff. I concentrated more on the faces tho, so the bodies and suits are as basic and simple designed as they could be. I kinda hate how bad I did Shrike, also Danni looks so scared and Terrance so sick ong... and just kinda fvcked up the high differences:c

Anyways x2, hope someone see it at least X'D

(Also @hiraunia I do see your hella good posts regularly so some of the designes can be borrowed unconsciously or not (rose hair are screaming))

#crinklytinfoil #The Crewmate Who Knew TOO Much #amogus #among us #some shitty astronauts

[shadesofecclescakes]

Are you a big fanfic reader? What have you read lately and what's been your favourite fic so far?

Oh mannnnnnnnn. Why don't you ask me to pick a favourite child while you're at it???

Just kidding. I don't have kids. But I assume having to pick a favourite would be hard if I did.

So, am I a big fanfic reader? YES. And what haven't I read lately? We are lucky enough to have so many talented writers in this fandom that it's possible to subscribe to numerous multi-chapter fics to the point where you're just constantly getting update emails. Which I do. It's great. It gives me something to do at work aside from, y'know, work.

*Me at work being smug about being paid to read porn* (Also I just wanted to look at this gif)

So what is currently on my endless update list? Coming up after the cut!

I am an absolute whore for human AU, so if you like that then you will probably like:

The Cure for a Broken Heart by @rofell

a medical student AU based in the Canadian medical system (I'm a Canadian so I was pretty excited about that). It manages to tackle the continued systemic discrimination of Indigenous people in our medical system (and in general), homophobia and the ensuing trauma from those things all while also being informative, funny, sweet, romantic and hot af. Like. It's so good.

Free by @maaikeatthefullmoon

This is another one with with a heavy topic that also does a great job of making sure to break it up with some excellent fluff, hurt/comfort and humorous moments. And it's handled with the sensitivity and thoughtfulness necessary to write something that takes place in a mental health ward and deals with some intense situations. Definitely make sure to read those author notes before diving in. They lay it out very thoroughly.

The Sincere Way by @tsyvia48

A martial arts AU. Crowley is a karate sensei and Aziraphale is his student. Slow burn that keeps you on the edge. The screams I have scrumt at my screen over this one. Plus you learn a lot about karate (but it never gets boring or over-explainey. Excellently balanced) which is pretty cool. Mostly light (there is some angst. This is the Good Omens fandom. I think we are all sad, wet chihuahuas at heart). Funny and sweet.

Terminus by @emotional-support-demon-crowley

Plus One by @caedmonfaith

Astronaut AU. Aziraphale is an astronaut who meets his mission controller, Crowley, over the comms system when he finds himself in need of assistance.

Super cool concept and really well-done in my opinion. Like, I don't do any space or physics-related work (ok I straight-up failed math 9) but I find it entirely believable. And it's well-written which is the entire point. Cute, funny slow burn with an intriguing mystery happening in the background.

Aziraphale has family money but a shitty family (except for Muriel! Never Muriel!) and his shitty brother Gabriel is getting married to shitty Michael, an Earl's daughter.

Aziraphale's family disproves of his entire life pretty much and he has been lying to them about having a boyfriend. Now they are expecting him to bring said boyfriend to the wedding. His famous footballer friend sets him up with their mechanic, Crowley.

It starts as a slow-burn but becomes a hilarious, smutty romp that just gets more and more insane. The chapter titles alone have made me cackle out loud.

Some older human AUs I'm a huge fan of include Old Vines by @sevdrag. Crowley owns a vineyard and Aziraphale is a wine critic. It is so amazingly written. It makes me think of the author Joanna Harris (Chocolat, The Five Quarters of the Orange) because it's SO beautifully, vividly descriptive that I end up craaaaaving wine. So have a bottle on hand if you're giving this a read.

Also the love story in this. My god. I devoured it. The story and the (many bottles of) wine.

There is also Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device and mortifyingideal. It's a Strictly Come Dancing (Dancing with the Stars in North America) AU and it is so. Fucking. Good.

But it comes with a disclaimer. It's unfinished and looks likely to stay that way. But honestly? Still worth it. It's nearly finished (I think) so you have most of the story. And it's just SO good. It's been a while since I read it but it was one of the first human AUs I read and what got me hooked on them.

If you're still with me...nice! Just know that was me holding back and that isn't my entire list by a long shot. If you want more recs, feel free to message me and also share your own!

I just finished Slow Show the actor AU by @mia-ugly and yes please.

Some serious angst, pining and hot hot smut.

There is another long-form multi-chapter actor au I loooved but I can't remember the name for the life of me. Just that the show they were on was basically good omens and that they swapped roles with great success (inspired by the whole Michael thinking Neil wanted him to play Crowley when he wanted Aziraphale thing).

Thanks for the ask! That was really fun!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fan fiction #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic rec #ask

[seat-safety-switch]

There's nothing more honest than working on an old pickup truck. Unlike today's pickup trucks, old ones are basically just a chunk of steel bolted to an engine and an axle. Anything you can do to them is basically in the spirit of the original factory workers, even more so if you're drunk and/or high on things that aren't futuristic research chemicals. They hadn't invented those yet.

Now, you might also think that old pickup trucks are expensive. Sure, running and driving ones with all of their body panels have been enjoying a resurgence lately. With all the cool old luxury cars, muscle cars, shitty jeeps, and base-model commuter cars hoovered into the selfish grasp of exploitative capital, it's only a matter of time until they come for the humble, working man's pickup truck that was abandoned at the bottom of some farmer's field when the distributor finally exploded, now getting shot at periodically by his grandkids.

There's a lot of old trucks out there, because "old truck" used to mean "vehicle I grudgingly drove in order to accomplish actual work." The moment they stopped being reliable, they were gotten rid of, or relegated to chicken-coop duty. And, back in the day, there were more people who did actual work than there were folks who pushed spreadsheets around.

Supply is on your side: you can still get a deal. And if your standards are low enough, the range of "a deal" becomes very wide indeed. If you ask professional car restorers and collectors, they tell you to get the "best truck you can afford." That makes sense: if your goal is to end up with a working or at least semi-attractive truck, you'll spend less money and maybe fewer divorces starting with a 5/10 rather than a 3/10. Me, I'm not that picky. I'll take a 0.5/10. I'm all about the process.

All this is to explain why I just came home with a 1952 Mercury M100 pickup truck that consists mostly of the serial number plate and the rear axle (which is seized.) I figure I just need to sit on this thing for a few years longer, until prices really go nuts, and then I'll be able to sell it to someone whose business card says "Excel Astronaut" for the approximate price of a two-bedroom condo. And in the meantime, I'll have a cool project to work on that I don't have to worry too much about. If you help me get this chicken out of here, I'll cut you in on the deal.

[creature-wizard]

"Paganism isn't a Burger King or a Chinese buffet, you can't just pick and choose what you want" is bad rhetoric, and here's why.

I recently got an anon message telling me that paganism isn't like a Burger King or a Chinese buffet; you can't just have things your way or pick and choose what you like, and that "everything was organized a certain way for a reason" and that you "change the system at your own risk."

I pointed out that this is an incredibly historically-uninformed take, because there's never been a time or place in history where paganism was pure and unchanging, and there were many reasons for things being the way things were, most of them just not that deep or mysterious. (For example, politics.)

Anon sent a follow-up message stating that they were talking about cultural appropriation, which... strange if true, given that I hadn't been posting anything about appropriation recently.

In fact, it seems that the post this person was responding to was a post about pop culture witchcraft, given that the OP of that post got an anon message with the words "Chinese buffet analogy" and "pop culture paganism" in the same sentence. (It seems this person doesn't understand the difference between witchcraft and paganism. Common beginner mistake, but also, oof.) Said post wasn't encouraging any kind of appropriative behavior, but go off I guess, anon.

In any case, this kind of restaurant rhetoric isn't even good for safeguarding against cultural appropriation. It doesn't actually explain why cultural appropriation is a problem, and functionally just tells people to stay with what they they've been taught and don't question it. If anything, it reminds me of conservative Christian rhetoric telling people that they can't be Christian and pro-LGBTQ+ because "you can't pick and choose which parts of the Bible to follow." (And I think we can all agree that we're better off when Christians decide to ignore this kind of sentiment.)

And speaking of conservative Christianity, people trying to get away from that kind of crap are generally not the kind of people who appreciate being stuck in shitty little boxes and being told they have to follow the rules Or Else. If you use this line on them, sooner or later they'll probably decide that this whole notion of cultural appropriation is a bunch of xenophobic, dogmatic crap, and they're not going to care anymore.

And if it does work on them? If they do internalize it? Congratulations, you've just taught them that policing people's practices for Not Being Pagan Enough is the way to go. This is how you get people harassing each other and putting each other down over total non-issues. It also means that they're less likely to think critically about their own beliefs and practices, and realize that maybe, just maybe, they're actually kinda shitty.

We should be able to explain to people that being mindful of cultural appropriation is about respecting other people's boundaries, access, and general welfare. We should be able to explain the actual harm that cultural appropriation does. Here are some examples:

The high demand for white sage among neopagans has contributed to overharvesting of white sage for commercial sale. This has resulted in ecological damage and made it more difficult for Natives to access the herb.

Ancient astronaut theorists twist and distort myths and traditions from numerous non-white cultures to make it seem as if they support a pseudohistorical narrative in which aliens supposedly built structures such as the Great Pyramids and Puma Punku. This narrative is linked with far right conspiracy theories in general. Those who speak out against the appropriation of their cultures' myths are regarded as unenlightened or agents of the conspiracy.

Commercializing aspects of marginalized culture to sell to the masses is essentially a form of exploitation; large companies benefit while they get nothing. Basically, if you wouldn't support intellectual property theft, you shouldn't support this kind of thing.

Said commercial products typically reinforce harmful stereotypes and misconceptions about said cultures.

In reality, there's no reason why people shouldn't pick and choose what they want provided they are minding boundaries. If somebody wants to worship Freya and Mercury and ignore other Norse and Roman gods, it literally hurts nobody.

There are many things that paganism is not. Paganism is not an unchanging monolith. Paganism is not decreed to us by an infallible authority. "Paganism" genuinely isn't even a very useful term to talk about Europe's rich tapestry of polytheistic beliefs with. But one thing that it is, is up to us, the living practitioners.

#cultural appropriation #paganism #paganblr #critical thinking #pagan

[owlafterhours]

"Yeah yeah, they're getting as many of those Coral-aug'd guys on this as they can - nothing higher than fourth gen. Nothing but old tech. ACs? They just stop. Drones? Don't come back, and if they do? Can't get anything useful out of them. It's bad enough that the PCA's willing to cut a deal with the corps - 'cause word is? Rubicon-Three's haunted."

THIS WAS. MEANT TO BE A ONE-OFF FUNKY LIL' ASTRONAUT AU. NOTHING WAS MEANT TO HAPPY BEYOND hehe iguazu in funny space suit

anyway,

G5 Iguazu, on loan from the Red Guns because he gets no fucking say in anything, is on a dinky little space station with some suits and techies as they work out how exactly they'll use him as a lab-rat to approach the now, 'haunted' planet. No machinery has made landfall and no signals have gone in or out of the place since an incident three years ago that turned Rubicon-3 into a maelstrom of Coral.

The suits had tried. He'd had a good laugh or ten about how futile their efforts were with Volta. Not that that lasted long - augmented humans were catnip or some shit, and he'd drawn the short straw of being one of the few naturally marinated lab rats around.

So he's stuffed in this shitty suit that he's sure came from a museum and then thrown out of airlock like fish bait. And what do you know? He starts bloody hallucinating. That's the only thing he's willing to call it, cause none of this shit is showing on the cameras or sensors, beyond a rise in coral levels.

The nerds are excited though. 'It's promising!' and 'we're getting closer!', but all Iguazu knows is that these are like fucking aliens or ghosts or some shit, and there's something about that freak in space with all their little buddies that makes him want to punch their face in.

--

Clickbait title: SECRETS FROM THE HAUNTED RUBICON-3! 7 THINGS THE PCA DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW.

Despite everything, Iguazu's actually pretty dedicated to making sure every safety procedure is completed before he goes out, but he also tends to make small mistakes; the most common is him not tucking all of his hair under the cap whoops.

The PCA does not have contact with their coral weapons on the ground and it Concerns Them Greatly.

A large stock of inactive Gen-4s had disappeared sometime around when Rubicon-3's situation - this Also Concerned The PCA Greatly.

The guinea pig from Arquebus' side is O'Keeffe and he is also Not Very Happy About It.

The situation on the station is full of intrigue that Iguazu absolutely does Not care about, but it's safe to say that even he recognizes that it's a tense situation of decidedly un-jolly cooperation.

The planet seems quite volatile; threads of coral escape from the atmosphere like solar flares before being drawn back into the storm.

Is Rubicon-3 Actually Haunted? Who Knows, But Iguazu's Definitely Seeing Something Out There!

#armored core 6 #g5 iguazu #c4 621 #coral containment sphere #EXCEPT ITS ACTUALLY A CORAL CONTAINMENT SPHERE THIS TIME #this this really spiraled #owlscratch #many familiar faces on this dinky space station #kinda rolling this around like a ball of clay right now #truly the dangers of asking 'what if?' while drawing #i Do need to fix up that spacesuit properly i can see some sizing issues but this Was Meant To Be A Quick And Fun #So I Kept It Quick And Fun.

[the-dragon-girl-27]

In my previous post i talked about how I have a lotta scrapped MV ideas, well may as well dump some designs i've made based on songs over the years because like I probably wouldn't post these otherwize

also heres a few nice picture of miku from one of em to make you click on this post because its gunna be a long one and all these are hidden below a read more

for the record don't expect me to do anything with any of these, also these are from old to new some of these date back to early 2022 and it shows

This one i posted a storyboard for actually its An Aliens I Love You by Utsu-P.

I gave young Rin a sakura motif with her dress because of miku and rin meeting under a sakura tree, teen miku has a pink ribbion and hairclip to continue this. both rins bow and mikus outfit get darker outfits overtime to sybolize the song getting darker. I also gave adult rin the future rin hair. Miku's "alien" form is more or less how its described in the song tho i was lazy and didn't draw the 4 arms in the refs.

also Lily is Rins mom in this yup there she is indeed.

I actually have a lot of assets finished including the ones above i may show em off one day who knows.

This one is Stained Nocturne by Toa i actually did finish this one

the grey one is when they talk about being colorless

i gave them both very cute and elegent outfits i think it matches the vibe of the song. The starry outfits are the real highlight. if you wonder how I drew em over and over i just copy pasted the stars on their dresses.

they also are very blue because yknow nocturne. I forgot if i dumped the assets for this MV or not maybe next rant post.

This one is Corona by Utsu-P no idea why i did it its probably not even in my top 20 Utsu-P songs i just had some brainworms that wore off. I finished like a minute of it I guess.

I really like rin's outfit. "goth metal astronaut" is such a weirdly specific concept but she absolutley nailed it. 10/10 desin

This one is Garando by Picon. I gave her a like idk what to call it paperboy outfit like the one you see in the MV a few times. her eyes are yellow like bullets because I had this one S teir visual idea. I have some assets for this one i may show off one day.

i also considered doin the sekai ver i really like garando if u cant tell lol

This one is Happy Haloween by Junky another one i finished

Rins is just from the OG mv the rest are themed around the characters

Minori is a dark angel because tenshi no clover is themed around... a normal angel

haruka has candy and a penguin mask because thats her thing

airi is a vampire cuz she has fangs

shizuku is a witch because of her cast a spell on you outfit

This one is NEXT NEST by Satsuki Ga Tenkomori. The cubes are from the original MV image thing. I gave her a super cybernetic look to match the song vibe. I also gave her a plaid skirt to match miku's concept desin because this song is like sorta miku becoming sentient or smth idk been a while since i read the lyrics.

another S teir design. also zamn this ref goes hard lol.

This one is Bluff Liar by EZFG. VY1 doesn't really have a desin so I went with this based on the semi official one (we dont speak of her new official one also i drew this long before that regardless lol) I have a shitty animatic thats 80% stick figures for this. never posted it tho.

tbh i put the file to this ref on an external hard drive cuz this whole video killed my storage because i actually finished it so i yeeted all th assets off my computer as soon as i was finished so i just dowloaded the little thing of assets from this post

not much goin on its kinda just normal ol luka lol

This is Black Hole Artist by utsu-P. its not in project sekai and never will be but it reminded me of Ena so I had this idea. not much to say, I have a few assets for this but nothing really finished.

Another VY1 EZFG song, IDK what my plan was for drawing this over and over. also pretty asthetic ref lol. not much to say i don't draw very cyberish designs so its fun

this is just concept art. this is Roless Weapon by Neru and Inubakumori. yeah those two colabed you wouldnt know cuz this song has no MV. IDK what my plan for this was tbh but like when else would i show this off.

From here on its just concepts lol. this is Atari Front Program by Utsu-P... god how many Utsu songs is this lol

S teir desin i love miniskirt plus pants combo idk its just a vibe.

this drawing sucks lol. this is Live by Mizuno Atsu. Long haired kafu is cute I have better drawings of this in my sketchbook somewhere I think. I might revisit this it would be very simple and cute.

also weirdly my fav part of this aside from her hair is her shoes.

anyway Kafu needs more outfits for songs tbh theres like 3 kafu songs where she has a unique outfit

actually i lied about only having doodles, this is Where Shall We Go by Mellowclle

already made a post bout this

this is my most recent. I sketched this after finishing this art of this song. It is Memento Mori by Buriru

I love this song the creator said its supposed to sound like a mecha anime opening so i went with that vibe. teto looks great, miku doesn't. Teto doesn't really have a counterpart so I assigned miku as her girlfriend lol.

sadly I cannot draw robots so idk what my plan was tho i have a cool visual for the end in my head.

anyway thats everything I could find. does anyone give a crap? probably not but hey character design is fun and i love messing around.

anyway fun trivia more songs i have video ideas for i won't make: Poster Girls Prank - Utsu-P (but with MMJ project sekai)

Stella - Jin

Paranoia - Mezame-P

and probably more i'm forgetting lmfao

#vocaloid #hatsune miku #kagamine rin #kagamine len #megurine luka #lily vocaloid #vy1 #kaai yuki #kafu #kasane teto #hanasato minori #kiritani haruka #momoi airi #hinomori shizuku #shinonome ena #akiyama mizuki #utsu p #project sekai #doodle #maybe i should make a ref tag one day #i probably forgot to tag something #long ass rant #character design

[softtdaisy]

"Don't you fucking dare say you didn't want this to happen. Don't you fucking dare." with Peter Parker ❤️

WHAT IF - PETER PARKER

DESCRIPTION I You were Peter’s favorite what if. But one day, he understood that it can have serious consequences when you make it come true.

PAIRING I tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 2,2k

A/N I oh my god this is so sad. Thank you for requesting this sweety, I really hope you will love this one because I might have a lot of fun breaking people's heart.... (warning: Peter is a shitty boyfriend)

You’ve always been Peter’s favorite what if.

It started when you were kids. You’ve been neighbors ever since he moved in with May and Ben. And from the day your mom asked you to go and play with the new kid, you’ve never been apart. It was easy to be around Peter. His brain seemed to work way faster than yours and he always had new game ideas. Sometimes there were mistakes, and you would both be grounded. But in the end, it was mainly good memories.

And the one day, the whole what if situation started. You were having a sleepover in your garden. You were both lying on the grass, watching the stars when Peter asked you. “What if we were astronauts?” you turned your head towards him. He seemed so concentrated that you wondered if you imagined his voice. But when he finally gave you a loo, you knew it was a serious question.

“Well, if we were astronauts, we would be super famous.” You replied and Peter laughed with you. “We would have a rainbow space rocket, because we can’t decide on the color. And we would make a great discovery that change the world! So, we can be on history books.”

“Do you think our suits would be rainbow too?”

“Well, I think we can each chose our favorite color.”

From that night, it became a habit. From childish what if, you went on more serious one when you grew up. You would ask some when you had a bad idea like “what if we were living in France?” to imagine another life. There were the drunk one, specially coming from Peter. Like the famous “what if I was a worm?” that broke his heart because you told him he would probably get killed in minutes. You loved to remind him of that what if.

You were on your last year of high school when one night, Peter asked you the most serious what if he ever had.

You were both on your bed. You were working on an essay and Peter was looking at you, thinking about that question that was killing him. “God, I hate this thing.” You sighed, lying on your back. You met Peter’s eyes, which followed your movement. “You, okay?” you asked.

“What if we were in love?” he didn’t hesitate. He needed to say it. He needed to know what you were thinking about this one. Would you take it as a joke, like every other what if he ever asked? Or would you consider it, imagining a world where it would be true?

What Peter never imagined was that you could already be in love with him. Nothing in the world would have make risk your relationship with your best friend for a crush. But this was the best opportunity to see what it could be like. “I guess we would kiss each other.” You replied, still looking at him in the eyes.

You thought he would just nod and talk about something else.

You thought he would laugh about it.

You never thought he would bend over you to kiss you. 

It was your first kiss with Peter. The first of many more. Because, if you never started dating this became a casual thing. “What if we were in love?” became your signal when you both needed love and attention. Dates, kisses, sex… you did everything a normal couple would do. But you weren’t a real couple. You were a what ifcouple. A couple that only existed in a universe you went to when you pretended to be together.

You only realized it could be a bad thing the day Peter came to your house, or more exactly climbed in your bedroom, and asked you that question. He didn’t even wait for your answer before kissing you. His lips were such a drug that you let him do anything he wanted. It was like your brain stopped working and nothing else mattered. That was kind of the deal, technically: when you pretented to be together, nothing in your life existed anymore.

So it wasn’t until you were in bed, that you remembered why you haven’t been a what if couple for weeks. “But…aren’t you dating someone?” you asked Peter in a whispered. Your head was on his chest, his hand playing with your hair. He stopped moving for a few seconds. Like he, too, remembered that detail. 

“I’m not anymore.”

You never knew if Peter had already broken up with his girlfriend at that time. You only knew he was, indeed, single the next day at high school.

When you left for university, your what if couple took a break. You were both in two different states. You just kept having this game over text, with less serious questions. 

“What if I was running for president” / “I would definitely vote for you, Parker.” 

“What if you were stuck with me, in your apartment?” / “You wouldn’t leave this place alive Peter.”

There was something comforting in knowing that you still had your best friend. And those texts helped you think about something other than your real life, full of classes and works. You foolishly believed that it would last forever. 

You were so wrong.

When Peter started dating his new girlfriend, he was texting you less and less. You thought he had found someone new to change his mind and he didn’t need you to pretend he was living another life. His real life was good enough now. And somehow, it helped you go on with your own life too: having new friends, dating other people for real and stopped pretending you were somebody else.

You were back in town for Peter’s birthday. Nothing in the world would have prevented you from celebrating it with him, even though you weren’t as close. You honestly thought it would be a simple party, seeing some old friends, drinking, and having fun. You didn’t think too much of it.

“You’re here!” you heard scream in your back, which made you jump. You turned around just to see Peter running to you and took in his arms. You were literally flying in the middle of the room, your laugh almost covering the music. But it didn’t matter. You were reunited with your favorite person.

“Of course, I am!” you said, finally taking Peter’s face in your hands. “I would never miss your birthday.” You took a few seconds to look at him. He looked more handsome than ever, with his brown hair styled in a messy and clean way, his beautiful brown eyes full of joy and excitement, and those gorgeous pink lips…

It felt like nobody was there, except for you two. If you thought your what if was over, you almost asked him the famous question to start over. It felt right. It felt like the right thing, at the moment. It did, at least, until she arrived.

“Hi, you must be [y/n]” she said in your back. Peter finally put you back on your feet before you turned around to look at her. She was pretty. She was even more than that. She looked like nice too and you felt bad for considering kissing Peter just a few seconds ago. 

Peter walked next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. “[y/n], this is Abby, my…”

“Fiancé!” She had such a big smile on her face that you first thought she was joking. But then she showed you, her hand. And there it was. That beautiful ring that sealed every possibility between you and Peter.

He was engaged.

For real.

“Congratulations to you two,” you put your best smile on your face to hug them. But you noticed Peter’s look on you, and you read through his words. He was close to not tell you the truth. 

But you decided to get overt it for the night. You enjoyed the whole party like nothing happened. You probably won’t see Peter for a few months so there was not point making a scene, right?

The following weekend, Peter was here.

You’ve been working all Saturday on your next essay and didn’t even notice the hours passing. It wasn’t until the bell rang that you looked up and saw the night was already there. You didn’t except anyone. But you still went to open the door, having the feeling it could be important.

And here he was. Peter Parker. His hair wet from the terrible rain outside, wearing a sweat he already had back in high school. You had a kind of flashback to those nights when he would come and find comfort in your arms. You could almost hear him before he spoke.

You wished you didn’t.

“What if I was in love with you?” he said in a raspy voice, like he hasn’t been talking for days and even forgot how to do it.

You were speechless, even breathless from that. Months of not playing and suddenly Peter was shaking your whole routine up. Your eyes fell on his lips, remembering what usually happened next. 

And he noticed. That’s why Peter took a step closer to you, cupped your face between his hands before kissing you like he’s been dying to do. It was a passionate and needy kiss, like you both needed it to live. You quickly grabbed his hair with a hand, while trying to close the door with the other.

Before you noticed it, you were lying on your bed with Peter above you. He was taking off your clothes, kissing every single millimeter of skin he was revealing. You didn’t realize you weren’t fully alive until Peter’s lips on you woke your soul up. You never wanted this to end. You wanted to play pretend for as long as you could.

So that was how you spent the whole night: pretending to be the couple you weren’t. You had sex, multiples times. Ordered diner but barely ate it. Because anytime one of you started talking, the bubble was ready to explode. One word too many and you would realize what you were doing and how bad it was. 

It was selfish to take advantage of that situation. To act like with a simple sentence, the world really stopped turning and you could do whatever you wanted. You felt bad for his fiancé, for the life he was putting aside by being with you.

But surprisingly, you weren’t the one who got angry in the morning.

You woke up because of the noises Peter was making in your bedroom. You saw the flashlight from his phone and wondered what he was looking for. Or even, why he was looking for something right now. “What you are doing?” you asked with difficulty, still sleepy.

“This was stupid.” You didn’t recognize the tone he used. Peter was never the type of person to be mean. Sure, he was angry sometimes and he would say something he regretted later. But he was never purposely mean. But the way he talked to you that morning, it was pure cold hearted. It wasn’t the Peter you knew. 

You sat on your bed, looking at him with confusion. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s not fair, we…”

And he turned to you. “Shut up.”  You never saw his eyes that dark, like he was being possessed. Or maybe he had just become he man you didn’t want to know anymore. “You should have never let that happen.”

“I’m sorry?” you replied with a nervous laugh. “I shouldn’t have? You fucking fly to place Peter to have sex with me!” You didn’t do anything at his birthday when you were dying to kiss him. He travelled to a different taste for a night of pure sex. And you were the bad one? "Don't you fucking dare say you didn't want this to happen. Don't you fucking dare."

He was still looking at you like you were the foolish one. And you couldn’t handle that look no more. So, you got up and went to the bathroom. You hoped by the time you took a shower; Peter would have either calm down or leave your place. He was a cheater. And a liar. And you felt so stupid for falling for his lies. And his fucking stupid game.

When you opened the door again, he was sitting at your table, his eyes locked on his phone. He looked up when you walked past him to get a cup of coffee. “Listen, [y/n], I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry to you, I just realized where I was when I woke up and…”

“Peter.” You stopped him. You took a breath. You knew what you were going to say would change everything. But it was time. For both of you.

“What if we broke up for good?”

You saw his expression changed. He felt bad before, now he was just sad. Because it was more than just a what if. 

There won’t be any what if no more. No more kisses. No more escapism.

No more Peter Parker in your life.

“I’ll still love you anyway.” He replied with a low voice. When you didn’t answer, Peter got up to leave. He walked to you with precaution and put a simple and soft kiss on your forehead. One you didn’t offer back. You just watched him leave your place. 

Realizing that this was the first time Peter told you he loved you, for real.

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[walnutcookie]

i know that canonically theres a variety of different food/drinks on planet xylitol (ex xylitol jellies, artificial sugar jellies, xylitol shakes, xylitol juice) but i like to headcanon that its all just the same shit

the xylitol jelly vs artificial sugar jelly thing in specific bothers me a little becsuse what do you MEAAAN isnt xylitol a type of artifical sugar. are the artifivcial sugar jellies made of a different type of sugar. what makes them less healthy. but thats just me nitpicking i dont care GXJFMF in my head theyre the same thing

as for the xylitol shakes(or smoothies? cant remember what theyre called in canon too lazy to check) and juice theyre. Guess what. also xylitol jellies! They just have one food and they put it in differenr shapes and arrangements and give it different textures and consistencies HGDFKH its all the same taste. there are no other flavors. it tastes like shit too to earthbread cookies but its all the xylitols ever eat or drink

besides water but as ive said before i hc that water makes them drunk so thats reserved as a Fun Drink that they dont need nor does it actually provide any health benefits

poor astronaut was going insane when she was staying on the planet/ship Like at least they had water but DEAR GOD the one thing she never thought to ready herself for was space food. or at least she didnt think shed have to prepare herself for a lack of flavor and eating the same shitty meal for weeks GDJFJFL i dont know if it makes sense but like it clicks in my head because shes neopolitan like. she is a variety of flavors (+ some fanmade lore that i have for her that ties into it a little bit but ill save that for another post). all of the xylitols watch in amazement and slight horror as she smushes together a bunch of stuff she found on other planets that she hopes is edible with their bland ass xylitol jellies because she just wants some FLAVOR goddammit

anyways i think xylitol nova should eat a burger and have his mind exploded. and start choking because his taste buds are overwhelmed

#astronaut cookie #xylitol nova cookie #🎉 rambles #tw alcohol mention #alcohol mention

[hourcat]

piarles + bow!! for me!! 🎀

It's never been weird between them, Pierre swears, not once: they've been friends since they were small, growing up together on the same street, playing in the same parks as they'd agreed to be paleontologists or astronauts or footballers, and it'd never mattered once to him that Charles was a girl in all that time--even when they'd gotten shipped off to different high schools across town, it hadn't changed their relationship.

But now...now, as Pierre stands out in front of Charles' house waiting with his shitty Honda parked out front, all but trembling in this oddly-tailored suit for prom, he thinks the line of weird may have finally been crossed after all these years.

It's finally been crossed because Charles in her dress looks beautiful--not covered in dirt or wearing ragged clothes she'd stolen from her older brother, or even in her usual baggy jeans look, but really elegant in a way that Pierre had never even imagined her in before; red fabric that has to be satin spilling down her legs, tapering off at her ankles, a bunched up flower nestled in the perfect center of her chest. Her hair is curled intentionally and not just from humidity--ringlets spilling over her shoulders, a stunning red bow peeking out from behind her head to tie some of it back, and oh.

"What are you looking at," she deadpans, but her mouth is curved up in that usual smirk she gives him, and Pierre realizes that her lipstick matches her dress; he clutches the corsage case tighter and shakes his head, trying to play it off, but it's no use--she's caught him red-handed as she starts making her way towards the car, and when her smirk stretches into a full-on grin, he knows he's doomed.

#🎀! for you my love! yes! #tomboy charles and her bestie pierre go to both of their proms together....<3 #this is pierre's (senior prom - the first one) and it's a whole mess and pierre maybe tries to kiss her at the end of the night #but stops before she can kiss him back properly. so it's WEIRD. and they don't see each other as much for the next few weeks #but then pierre decides to ask her to junior prom for real and she's like ''??'' but accepts #and he's like. i want to be your boyfriend i think. and charles tries to make the ''you're a boy and my friend'' joke but #pierre is like. ''cha. i mean it. i want to...i want to be your boyfriend.'' and if she swoons a little who's gonna judge #anyway they go to HER prom as a couple and they DO kiss for real and it's FANTASTIC and then stay together forever the end #sorry 🎀 i got a little carried away in the tags #THANK U <3 #10 x 16 #fic #five sentence fic meme #ask reply #Anonymous #🎀

[wildemaven]

Gratitude, And Then Some

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (wife)

WC: 4259

Warnings: 18+; Smut (albeit horribly written); mentions of food and alcohol; Parenthood; The plot lost somewhere along the way; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Ok this started as something completely different last year. @kteague and @heythere-mel once again listening to my ridiculous thots at all hours, thankful for their encouragement on this one. I’m yeeting this out into this hellsite and running away to hide! I’ve never written anything as filthy what I wrote in this, so be nice— I’m too fragile for anything else. Ok enjoy!

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The thought of going back to work was terrifying. Immersing yourself back into the daily grind of hectic office hours and juggling life on the home front— a tried and true working mom.

Your days were long and your list of to do’s was extensive. But you were determined to juggle it all as you always do, working or not. Both girl’s gearing up for their dance rehearsals,, gatherings at a neighbor’s or friend’s house at least once a week, celebrating Frankie’s birthday and still managing to maintain your daily duties as each day passes. It always seems overwhelming looking at it on paper, yet you do it all because seeing your people happy is what makes it all worth doing.

You were just finishing up dinner when you hear the familiar jingle of the front door and hefty footsteps making their presence know. Frankie was home from work, just in time to help with homework.

“Hey babe” He muttered into the side of your cheek mid-kiss. His broad figure wrapping around you as you stirred the sauce for your award-winning spaghetti—no real awards actually received, but Frankie always insists it deserves one every time you make it. Your free hand squeezes him back and you turn your head to return the kiss in that little spot you’ve claimed as yours on his beautiful face. “Hey handsome”.

“Mmm! I see we’re having my favorite for dinner,” dipping a finger into the pan to sneak a little taste. “It’s like you knew I had a shitty day at work. Coming home to this is definitely turning it around.”

You swat his hand away playfully, turning to give him your full attention. “I’m sorry you had a shitty day. Is there anything I can do to help?” Frankie was such a hard worker and loved what he did, so for him to come home and express his day was anything but great was pretty rare. “No, this is enough. Thank you though,” He leaned in and gave you a proper kiss to your eager lips. “You, the girls, coming home to all of this is enough for me. Just work bullshit that I can deal with tomorrow.”

You pulled him back in, resting your forehead on his as your hands ran up and down his sides, letting him know you were here if he needed to vent. “Okay. I’m just finishing up here and dinner will be ready. The girls are in their rooms and should be doing homework. Do you mind checking on them?” A placed a quick kiss to your forehead as he pulled away, “On it. I’ll be back once I’ve made my rounds. Ready for some of that delicious spaghetti—I swear it could win fucking awards Babe!” He said as he rounded the hall leaving you laughing to yourself.

Dinner was your favorite time to sit together. It was usually you and Frankie listening to the girls share about their day in between bites, both of them always having some exciting story to tell. Elowen, your 6 year-old, shared that they talked about outer space in class today and how she wants to be an astronaut so she can go search for aliens and look for new planets to explore with Lula, her stuffed bunny. Sophia, your sweet shy 4 year-old, said she painted Frankie a picture at pre-school, but he isn’t allowed to see it yet because its going to be a birthday present—she’s definitely not a secret keeper either. You sat back enjoying sips of your wine, glancing at your husband who couldn’t seem to get enough of their stories tonight. Moments like these, you fell more and more in love with him.

The girls both finished their plates, leaving you and Frankie to sit and enjoy each other for a bit before bedtime routines began, a somewhat rare occurrence with kids.

“How was your day? Did your clients accept the mockup you sent over yet?” Frankie asked before taking his last bite. He always spent this time catching up on your day, always interested in all the things your job entailed. You freelanced as an interior designer, you’d left the office you were at when you had Elowen to stay home and enjoy being a mom, but with both girls in school you decided to venture back into your career last year— this time as your own boss in your own office. You were terrified and unsure it was the right decision, but Frankie was there to support you every step of the way.

“Yeah, they finally got back to me this morning and gave the approval to start moving forward.” You answered then finishing off your glass of wine. “It will definitely keep me busy through the beginning of the year. Also had a few more inquiries come through too, so that’s a plus!” Frankie sat there listening with intent as you continued to fill him in on the rest of your day, as well as the girl’s upcoming dance schedule ensuring he would be able to get off in time for the next few small recitals. He was so in awe of how you seemed to manage it all, and so selflessly.

Once you had finished bathing Elowen and Sophia, you made your way to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Frankie took over getting their hair brushed out, night gowns on, he was reading their favorite bedtime book, with both girls passing out before he was midway through. Ensuring they were both tucked in and night light was set, he made his way to find you.

Your shared bathroom is where you and Frankie meet up again, both going through your nightly routines and prepping yourselves for bed. The days clothes shed and your night- time wear pulled on. Frankie in a pair of sweats he’s had for far too long adorned with holes and stains from God knows what, he swears they the comfiest pair he owns. You usually opt for one of Frankie’s well-worn tees and a pair of your simple cotton undies.

“I met up with Sarah for coffee today. She said to tell you ‘Hello’.” You mention as begin your decent under the covers, the cool sheets prompting you to slightly shriek— the colder weather a reminder to swap out Frankie’s T-shirt and undies for more layers.

Frankie pulls you to his side to help warm you up, tucking your body close to his, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “How’s Sarah?” He murmurs in his low sleepy voice. “She’s good..” A yawn slipping out mid-sentence. “She mentioned something about getting together and Benny wanting to show off his new grill attire— whatever that means.” The thought of Benny grilling illicit a sleepy chuckle. “I told her I’d run it by you first, the girls have their recital the day before and you know how wiped we are afterwards.”

“Hmm, yeah. Benny mentioned a bbq and sent me a photo of an apron he bought. Stupid thing says ‘I Rub My Meat’ and it’s the most Benny thing ever” He mused as he squeezed you tighter. “I told him I’d run it by your first. You also have that install before the recital. As long as you’re not feeling overwhelmed, I’m good with the bbq. It will just be a busy few days for us. But I think we can manage.” His yawn finally hitting him. “I know that even with a hectic schedule, you somehow keep things in line for all of us. I don’t know how you do it, but I am thankful for all you do for our family.” He shifts you just enough to grant you with a loving kiss, to ensure you know just how thankful his is. You smile against his lips appreciating his acknowledgment for all you do, something he makes sure to do regularly so you never feel like your accomplishments aren’t seen by him.

“Yeah. I think it will be fun. The girls love seeing their uncles. And I should only be a few hours with my clients and I can get the girls ready before leaving for that, the meet you at the school afterwards.”

When you went back to work, you were worried about failing. So many things to remember and juggle for not only your family but your clients as well. Thankfully you married a man who literally has been your second set of hands since day one. Late nights at the office, he’s tackling homework and bedtime solo. He’ll wrangle them for dance class and endure the dreaded carpool lane with the biggest smile on. He loves being hands on and would move mountains for you and the girls.

“If you’re good with it then let’s go. We can grab some premade dish to bring, one less thing to worry about.” You weren’t sure if Frankie was fully aware of what you were even saying at this point. “Okay” He exhaled out. “If you’re game then I’m game.” Frankie said in agreement. “The girls will be excited. Now, it’s bed time Love.” You inched your way up out of his hold so you were eye level with him, his head resting comfortably on his pillow. His eyes heavy with sleep taking in your form, backlit from the street lights. “Night Babe. Sleep well.” You press a few gentle kisses to his lips, the last one lingering just a little longer than the previous ones before drifting off to sleep.

*

The week had gone by relatively smoothly. Frankie had taken on a few extra flights to free up his weekend schedule.

You were doing your best to stay stress free and relax, but inside you were all over the place. Your clients were late to meeting which set you back a bit, but you were determined to get home to still have ample time to get everything and everyone ready before needing to leave for the recital.

Your list of to-do’s rolling through your mind as you drove home. Dress yourself, get the girl’s hair done and outfits on, wrangle Frankie and hit the road.

Leaning over the sink to put on the last few coats of mascara, you noticed Frankie through the mirror propped up against the bathroom door, arms crossed and head tilted to the side giving your backside a good look. “My eyes are up here Flyboy!” Laughing as you go back to the task at hand, applying a little more to your bottom lashes.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you realize Frankie hasn’t moved an inch and still undressing you with his eyes.

“Frank! You need to focus!” “Oh, I am focused. Very focused actually.” He says as he makes his way to you, turning you so you’re facing him as he cages you against the vanity. He’s looking at you with complete admiration, “You look beautiful Babe. And those jeans…” His hands slipping behind you for a nice squeeze, “Those jeans are hugging this ass just right.”

Your face feels hot as you let out a small sigh, leaning into him and resting your forehead on his chest. You loved that Frankie always makes a point to tell you how good you looked, never one to miss an opportunity to give you a compliment.

“Frankie we’ve got 30 minutes before we need to leave,” Adjusting your height so you can look at him directly, so he could see just how serious you were being. “So that means—“ You start to say as he leans in close, his mouth a kiss away from your ear as his low husky voice he cuts you off, “So that means there’s plenty of time for me to bend you over the—“ You gasp and playfully push him off of you, trying to contain your laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Frank! We don’t have time for that right now. I still need to get the girls dressed—“

“Already done.”

“Brush their hair—“

“Also done.”

You don’t even know what was next on your list as you look at him in awe. You can’t help but smile at him and grant him with a kiss of appreciation.

Your favorite thing about Frankie is he’s always one step ahead of you— probably due to his military days. He’d listened intently to you last night as you shared all the things that need to get done leading up to the recital. He knew you would likely take it all on, because that’s just your nature. But he knows he’s more than capable of easing your load where he can. So, dressing Elowen and Sophia was an easy feat— the hair brushing part comes with its own challenges but nothing an ex Special Forces can’t handle.

“They’re both dressed and hair is brushed. Soph wanted pigtails-- we had some struggles but we pushed through and I really think it’s some of my best work if I’m being honest.” His hands running up and down your arms as he did his best to let you know things were handled. “They’re both watching that ridiculous show they love and eating the snacks you put out before you left this morning.”

This man was turning you to mush. And if there was in fact time, you definitely wouldn’t be opposed to being bent over any surface.

He leans in close, a slight brush of his nose against yours. “So, what do you say hmm?” His low timber voice vibrates agains your lips.

“Mmmm— you do drive a hard bargain Morales,” Your hands slowly moving up his chest, as you contemplate the logistics of Frankie’s proposal. “If you can be quick and not mess—“

“MOMMY!!!”

The sound of Elowen calling for you interrupts your thought. Frankie’s face falling, he knows it’s off the table now, but it wasn’t for a lack of effort.

“How about after we get back, you put that ridiculous show back on for the girls,” You suggest to him, his head falling back in slight defeat,, “and then we finish this later.” Your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. The stupid grin he gives you is all you need to see he’s on board with your offer.

“MOMMY!! I NEED YOU!”

“It’s a plan!” He gives your butt a squeeze followed by a little tap. “Go Mama, I’m just going to…” His hands moving around in circular motion in front of him, “let this die down a bit and then I’ll be right down.”

You pull him in for a quick kiss before heading to check on the girls. Some how you’re going to have to power through the rest of the day with the thought of your delicious husband later dangling in the air.

*

You and Frankie find yourselves in tears as the girl’s recital comes to a close. Your babies no longer babies.

The whole drive home, hands linked together on the center console as you both listened to Elowen sing her little heart out as she clutches the bouquet Frankie surprised both girls with after their performance. Sophia passed out, pigtails barely holding on and the slightest bit of chocolate ice cream, their after recital treats, decorates her full cheeks.

Your heart some how containing so much love and adoration for this man next to you, expanding with each day. Taking in his beautiful profile as he drives you all home, he steals a few glances in the review mirror to witness Elowen’s solo backseat performance. His smile is so infectious and dazzling.

“You’re drooling.” He laughs with a soft squeeze to your hand. Ahh, and there’s that damn dimple you love so much.

“So what if I was. Can’t I admire my husband’s ridiculously beautiful face??”

“Hmm, beautiful you say?? I find that hard to believe.” The man doesn’t even know how beautiful he is, but you try your best to let him know regularly.

“Well I only state facts, and if I say you look beautiful then that’s that. No arguments allowed.” Your head tilted in his direction as you explain your case.

“Oh really?” He chuckles, giving you a quick glance as he pulls the car into the driveway and puts it in park. “I’ve seen this face and I don’t—“

“Nope! I said no arguments!! End of discussion.” Unbuckling yourself to lean over into his driving space, taking his chin with one hand to direct his face towards you. Your lips only a breath away. “Now, you’re gonna take this beautiful face of yours and help me bring these girls inside. Then, I have something to show you— in the bedroom.” His eyes fixated on your lusty expression, you can tell he’s all ears and at your mercy.

“Yeah… yeah!” He nods, understanding exactly what you’re trying to convey to him. “I’ll grab Soph, you t-take Elle—“ His flustered state makes you laugh, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to not wake Soph in your fit of giggles. You nudge his nose with yours, really drawing out his desire.

“Are you gonna kiss?!” Elowen’s small voice erupts from the back seat. Somehow your 6 year old always has perfect timing.

Frankie laughs and pulls you in for a kiss, his lips drawing in your bottom lip ever so gently. A moan nearly escapes from your throat.

His thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulls back. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“YOU DO ALL. THE. TIME!” Elowen’s timing again, absolutely perfect. Her little ears always listening.

“I love you too.” A quick peck before you’re shifting in your seat to look back at Elowen’s beaming face. “And I love you too Elle. Let’s head inside while Papa brings Soph in. You want to watch a show or read a book before bed?”

The littlest yawn escapes, her eyelids looking heavy as she fights to keep them open. “Just a story then sleep. Can Papa tuck me in and you put Baby Soph to bed?”

“Of course baby. I’ll grab Baby Soph and you go in and get ready for Papa to read to you.” Frankie watching you as you get the evening situated, a kiss to your temple before you both taking on your roles for the evening.

*

You hear the door click shut before you see him. The tell sign of him starting his nightly routine— clinking of keys and change as he removes them from his pockets to be placed on the dresser. The shuffling of clothes being removed then tossed in to the overgrown pile that’s spilling out of the hamper— adding that to the list of to-do’s.

These familiar sounds of your husband have become the soundtrack to your evenings. Each one a step closer to his proximity to you.

“This is new.” Frankie’s low voice tickles your eardrum, standing behind you as you admire yourself in your full length mirror. His fingers toying with the straps of your new sheer ivory bra you’d picked up last week— a ‘just because’ treat to yourself.

His lips find your neck, tilting your head slightly for him, it’s a mixture of nips and licks as his mouth travels to the little spot behind your ear— he knows it makes you weak for him and he makes a point to spend ample time there.

“Mmm F-Frankie. Babe, I—“ Your thoughts floating away from you, your body and mind completely submitting to his sensual endeavor. “You what?” His question dripping with desire and devotion.

“I— I don’t even know Frank. I can’t think straight when you…”

“When I what..?” His callused hands proficient in their exploration, take a slow steady detour to your front. “When I take my time? Exploring all my favorite parts of you?” The gentle roll of your nipples between his fingers, producing an ache only he’s able to relive with the right amount of time and intention.

Leaning back into him, a nod is the only response you’re able to give. Your body tingling and hot. Relishing in his every movement, bringing you closer to a desirous nirvana.

It’s give and take. Pushing you to the edge of bliss and pulling every pleasurable sob he can get.

You turn your head back just enough to capture his lips. His hands now cupping the weight of your breasts, pulling you close to him, his hips slowly grinding against you.

“Babe, how ‘bout we move this to the bed?” He asks before he continues to kiss you with fervency. It’s unhurried and drawn out, the slow roll of his tongue against yours is enough to make you come right then.

“Mmm, that sounds nice, but I want you to watch.” You counter and turn your gaze back to the mirror. Your hand reaching up to grab ahold of him, making sure he’s focused on your reflection. His temple resting in your cheek as you card your fingers through his soft curls.

He notices your other hand’s decent, slow moving as it glides down youre stomach until it’s reached the edge of your matching sheer underwear. Your fingers skirting down your clothed cover mound to find you’re soaked, the sheerness barely able to contain your arousal.

Your forefinger and middle finger draw through your dampness before bring them to Frankie’s parted lips. A deep breathy moan escapes his throat, his eyes closed as he begins sucking your fingers deeper into his wanting mouth— licking every last drop.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He nips at your jaw line, but you adjust his eyes back towards the mirror. His breath fanning across your cheek, his eyes locked back onto your form in the mirror. His arms still draped around your front, hands pulling the cups of your bra down, nipples taut as he continues his coaxing the sweetest sounds from you.

Your grip on him tightens as you make contact with your pulsing clit, the feeling is electric and overwhelming. -Fuck!- It’s exquisite feathery motions, your body vibrating as you’re towards your peak.

“Fra- Hnnng! Frank- oh god!”

“I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re doing so good.” His whispered encouragement inching you closer and closer. “You’re so good Mi Amor— Always putting everyone first.” It’s dizzying trying to focus on your reflection and the meticulousness at which your fingers move through your wet folds back to your sweet spot. Your spine tingling with anticipation for what’s to come.

“You work so hard everyday— Taking on so much. The best mom. The best wife.” You’re cresting, your head falling back onto Frankie’s shoulder, it’s all too much and not enough. The room filled with raspy whispers and breathy moans.

“Ah ah-“ His hand coming to adjust your head back, anchored at the base of your neck. Your eyes heavy and pleading. “Just a little more babe. I can tell you’re almost there.”

It’s blinding when it hits.

Pulsing waves rolling through as your climax crashes onto you. It’s breathtaking, your thoughts dissolving to tiny fragments as you continue to work yourself through it.

Frankie with you every step of the way. His words a symphonic experience, his caresses addictive and all consuming— wanting nothing more than to make you feel desired and praised.

At some point you’ve managed to ground yourself. Frankie having turned you to face him.

“Fuck babe, That was so hot.”

“Hmmm, yeah?” Your breathing still trying to regulate, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. You feel giddy wrapped in his arms as he slowly kisses your bare shoulders. “You like when I touch myself and you get to watch?” Your hand travels down his stomach, finding his boxers can barely accommodate his hardness, damp and sticky with pre cum.

“F-Fuuuck!” He groans as you continue to work him over. His boxers stripped from him allowing better access for your ambitious hands. It’s hasty pumps, gathering his arousal to help aid in your effort to bring him to his knees.

“Frankie, you’re so beautiful like this.” You whisper against his lips. “So perfect and beautiful.”

Your words hitting him like a brick, sending him careening through a triumphal ecstasy. It’s warm and thick ropes of his spend coating you both, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His body dismantled in the best way possible.

Carding your hand through his damp sweaty hair, letting him take his time to return to you

“Wow! That was—“ He stands to his full height. His hands gripping at your hips, thumbs tracing small circles over your glowing skin. “That was not how I imagined tonight going, but wow!” He can’t help the dopey grin painted on his face, his mind still trying to catch up to what just happened.

“Thought we’d try something different tonight.”

“Different, I definitely like different!”

“Good! Now, how about we take a quick shower. Then you take me to bed and I can rub that pain cream on your back, I know it’s probably screaming at you right now.” Your hands rubbing at his lower back, already feeling stiff to the touch.

“That actually sounds amazing.” A soft peck to your lips then forehead before he’s turning you in the direction of your bathroom, then a few frisky taps to your butt. “Get your ass in there, I’ve got a back rub calling my name and it’s desperately needed.”

Tomorrow you’d figure out what dish to bring to the bbq. Tonight you’ll continue to shower Frankie in your gratitude.

#Frankie morales #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #Pedro pascal #wildemaven writes #triple frontier

[loumands]

My hot take of the day is that the idea that lgbt stories should be made only by lgbt creators or worse, lgbt characters should be played only by lgbt performers, is not only wrong but actively harmful, shitty, offensive and homophobic. Aside from obvious problems it causes like people being pressured to come out (we’ve already seen some of this with Kit Connor for example) it would create a bizarre division where there are niche “gay projects” where only “gays” work while “normal” straight people work in mainstream projects that are actually consumed by audiences, and it would get harder and harder lgbt actors to get any straight roles because they would start to be seen as “gay performers”. Which is the opposite of what we’re trying to achieve, lgbt actors being able to get all types of roles and do everything what cishet actors can. But most importantly i just don’t agree with the idea that lgbt experience is something that cishet people can’t authentically portray or relate to and we should somehow aim to keep them rigidly apart. I find it incredibly insulting to insinuate that actors are able to convincly play spys, presidents, medieval peasants, astronauts, terrorists, murderers, witches, aliens, angels, demons, ghosts, everything imaginable that they’ve never experienced themselves, but then the common human experience of being queer is somehow so strange and alien and difficult to understand they can’t play it if they aren’t queer themselves. Lgbt people aren’t some weird species separate from the rest of the humanity. Being queer will bring different life experiences compared to straight people, but there’s no reason to think it would be any more difficult for straight people to understand them than it’s for any person to understand other human being’s experiences that aren’t our own. I really think any competent writer or performer who just has emotional intelligence and curiosity and who does their research is able to tell good lgbt stories that feel authentic just fine

#keanu.txt

[nellasbookplanet]

hello, have you read any science fiction or fantasy novels written in the past 10 years where the government is actively trying to improve the lives of its citizens? (and not in a creepy “we think they’re being helpful but actually they’re not” way)

Hm, that's tricky. Pet by Akwaeke Emezi is billed as utopian and mostly seems to fit, but most that I can think of either boil down to "shitty situation and everything sucks, but everyone including the government are trying their absolute best", or "not really about the government specifically helping so much as a general theme of cooperation and togetherness to solve conflict rather than fighting". Both these categories tend to blend bleakness and hard choices with hopefulness and togetherness.

In the first category: The Touchstone trilogy by Andrea K. Höst (teen girl walks through a portal to another planet, where she's roped into helping fight against extradimensional monsters in a special task force trying to keep the population safe); The Annual Migration of Clouds novella by Premee Mohamed (after societal collapse, a small community works together to regain their feet) & Terra Ignota series by Ada Palmer (humanity has rebuilt itself into a utopia, but the threat of war risks this; very complex books that question the very nature of whether humanity can choose to become better than it is while still remaining human, definitely has some creepyness to it though)

Second category: The Children of Time trilogy by Adrian Tchaikovsky (epic sci-fi, humanity is fleeing the dead remains of Earth seeking a new home; on another planet, sentient spiders are evolving; will the two societies find common ground?), Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir (frankly this one could go in both categories; Earth is threatened by a cosmic threat - as governments come together and race to buy time, an astronaut is sent far away to find a solution to save all of humanity, only to find unexpected help in an alien species) & Vagabonds by Hao Jingfang (human societies on Earth and Mars try to find common ground; a story that recognizes that there's no such thing as a utopia, and that human societies will always have to strive to be better and adapt to new situations and environments).

I would also suggest looking into books described as 'cozy' (not entirely my vibe, but more likely to check your boxes) or slice of life, especially Becky Chamber's Monk & Robot duology and Wayfarers series! The graphic novel Always Human may also check out.

#i'm sure there are many more but these were the ones that stood out to me #i hope you find something to your liking! #nella talks books #nella gets asks #oh i just remembered! where it rains in color by denise crittendon #and the best of all possible worlds by karen lord #may also work for you!

[seat-safety-switch]

A good rocket ship is more expensive than it’s ever been. This isn’t just because of inflation. Back in the 60s, rocket science was relatively primitive, and you could get away with using cheaper materials and shittier construction standards. Now, for safety and other reasons, the modern rocketeer demands something with more comfort. More breathing room. And more cost.

The average rocket manager is going to respond to this by throwing a stapler at the head of the person asking them for more money. I didn’t get into rocket science to spend my father’s money, they’ll exclaim, before taking an early lunch at the gentlemen’s club and playing two rounds of golf down at the private course. These competing sets of demands will place you, the rocket scientist, in an awkward position.

On the one hand, you want to not burn some astronauts alive. We only have a few of these folks, and lowering the standards for astronaut admission are just going to mean that things on the space station fall apart that much faster. And on the other hand, you want to be able to afford to finish the rocket, otherwise those astronauts are gonna need to hoof it, and it’s really tiring walking all the way to the moon in those crazy moon boots. You need to look for cost-reduction options, and in a lot of cases, that means outsourcing the whole thing to private companies, who can somehow (through the magic of writing shitty contracts) deliver rocket ships cheaper and faster.

Here’s how we do it, here at Seat Safety Switch Space Shooting Solutions. We take a freshly-decommissioned Greyhound bus, and we put the biggest rocket engine we can find on it. Of course, there’s lots of problems with this basic proposal. There’s a lot of air holes on a Greyhound bus, which we seal up with Home Depot’s most affordable bathroom caulk. Sometimes we steal the expired tubes out of the dumpster behind the store, and warm them up in the microwave to get them to flow again. The bus itself doesn’t hold up well to the heat of atmospheric re-entry, which is why we also wrap it in some dense layers of aluminum sheeting. And the bus doesn’t have seatbelts, which we solved by welding in some straps and asking the astronauts to bring their own rope from home. What, you can’t tie a knot? And we let you go into orbit?

[candyskiez]

Hello tell me about your OCs and how they work pretty please :)))))))

I'm taking this as an excuse to talk about my newest story because I can. This is very WIP. It will get more developed eventually.

This takes place in a universe with gods that are shit at their jobs.

The Gods took too many magical resources  from one of their planets to create new ones. They have some schemes and plans but in a lot of ways they're just spoiled brats who take too much and go “oh no, I'll just make a new one!” They're assholes. They take too much of…idk smth that stabilizes magic I'm working on it. 

1. Something bad is happening and has been for a long time now. People asked the gods for help. The gods promised them help in the form of a chosen one. So people waited, and ... The chosen one doesn't come. One lady gets sick and tired of it because everyone's fucking dying and noboies doing anything about it, so she decides FUCK this, I'm gonna fix it myself. I think she gets a group of people with her at some point but haven't decided. One of those people is her friend Lola.

2. The thing is this chosen one is a literal child. Like. A literal child. This child has been being yelled at to grow up faster so they can save the world for years now and no progress they make is enough, because they have to be as good as an adult but they *aren't an adult yet.* They're a kid. All this massive pressure on them is taking a severe toll on them. If they fail something, it's "they don't deserve this honor" "people are COUNTING on you" "this is what you give us? After years of nothing?" , and if they get it right, it's "Took you long enough!" "Where were you when we needed you?" Nevermind that they're a *child.* Their name is Laika.

3. I think there's. Idk some powerful magical or spiritual people in charge of preparing them for it, but they're not. Good at their job. Like they're excellent with their magic but none of them were prepared to help a child. Some of them fail Laika out of genuine mistakes and want to help but just...don't know how, others are unfairly bitter at this child who has powers they don't know how to control and is in an environment that's constantly triggering them to spiral.

4. The lady for a long time resented the chosen one and upon finding out Laika is a literal child flips her SHIT. I have no idea how it gets t this point but I do know there's a scene where she's talking to the gods in a fucking rage

Magic goes absolutely haywire and causes like plagues instead of healing magic, warps crops, spells going screwy. Etc. The gods want to focus on more profitable worlds so they focus on more interesting worlds. But Gods are fueled by belief, so they needed to keep the world from losing faith. They half ass making a chosen one and cut so many corners. Because of this they're just a lil kid. And also like. No experience. Some vague ideas but they're just some kid.

CAST:

Lady named after an astronaut: Teacher, snarky but loving. Extremely loving. Saw so many kids screwed over by the system. Treated like dog shit by the parents and the system. Has this insatiable need to fix things. Became a teacher to fix things after learning how shitty Lola's childhood was but couldn't do shit. When the worlds going to hell she gets sick and tired of sitting on her ass and gets up to do something or at least figure it out.

Lola: Astronaut names best friend. Disabled somehow. Was treated like the dumb kid all her life. Either gets pity, condescension, “you can actually do it, you're just too lazy”, accused of stealing resources, or shit like that. Shes expected to be soft and gentle and kind all the time, but eventually gets fed up and drops the persona and just. Shatters. Shes pissed. She's been pissed her whole life. Her arcs gonna be about disabled anger.

Laika: Chosen one. They got issues.

The gods are a metaphor for capitalism. This is a story about the inherent trauma of living under capitalism. I will develop it more...eventually

#candyskiez oc bs

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-Season 2 Episode 15-"Lost And Found" Aka Rory Loses Dean's Shitty Bracelet That She Didn't Even Care She Lost , Aka BraceletGate, Aka QuarterOnAStringGate, Part 3

Now for the contiuation of Gilmore Girls 7-10 MInutes At A Time Because That's All I Can Tolerate of Lorelai Gilmore. Or Until I Reach My Max Number of Screen Shots (30).

Where we last left off, we were witnessing the complete miscarriage of justice wrought by AmyShermanPalladino wherein Dean The Butt Forrester is taking Rory to a town wide book sale and sulking like a little bitch while Jess Mariano is stuck slopping some bitch's gutters (and not sulking like a little bitch about it, I might add), some bitch being Lorelai Gilmore. This scenario has to violate some international treaty against war crimes. R: You sure you don't want to look around? DTBF: I did. R: For five minutes. DTBF: It was 20 minutes. Then I stopped. And you continued for another two hours. R: It has not been that long. DTBF: *shows Rory his watch* R: Oh, sorry. Thank you for mansplaining the concept of time to us, Dean The Butt Forrester. Speaking of time, I think it's time for your weekly ButtScout meeting, better get going.

Judging by the four identical BOOKS BOOKS AND MORE BOOKS fliers affixed to the same door, I'd venture to guess there is a book sale going on. Maybe I'm wrong. Dean:

EVERY GOD DAMN TIME. DEAN "WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME" FORRESTER! AND LORD OF THE RINGS IS LIKE FOUR HOURS LONG. THIS DOES NOT SEEM LIKE AN EVEN EXCHANGE, DEAN THE BUTT. WHY AM I SHOUTING. I JUST HATE DEAN THE BUTT FORRESTER SO MUCH. Well, if it means Dean shuts up for four hours (if he doesn't talk through the entire movie) maybe it would be a welcome relief for Rory. Crossroads with Brtiney Spears came out the week before this episode aired. This movie is 1 hour and 34 minutes long. Rory, follow my instructions very closely: open one of those books, place DTBF's hand in between the pages, and slam down. Enjoy his screams of agony. You're welcome. Rory, struggling to juggle an armload of books that DTBF isn't offering to help her carry, goes into Don't Make Dean Angry/ Don't Drop The Books mode and agrees to go. But the tone of her "Ok" wasn't pleasing to DTB and he snaps back with a WHAT? I thought you liked Lord of the Rings.

No, I think you misheard the girl. What she actually said was "I want to see your genitals crushed with a lawnmower 100 times so you can never reproduce or have sex with Lorelai again" Oh, that was me, sorry.

Love Rory in this moment. Here's your crown, your majesty 👑

.......

Who could have ever predicted the answer to that question, huh. Dean is a sub-humanoid butt astronaut. Jess Mariano would NEVER just sit back and watch as Rory walked around struggling to carry things.

Oh god, it's all down hill from here people. The bracelet has escaped. I repeat, the bracelet has escaped.

DTBF: Where's your bracelet? You're not wearing your bracelet. Where is it? R: I took it off. DTBF: Why? R: Because I got a rash. Well, that's what happens when you wear a bracelet made out of a quarter on a string. Who knows what sorts of bacteria were lurking in the payphone that Dean fished it out of?

Simpsons and Gilmore Girls are such a winning combination. Rory looks terrified at how Dean might potentially react to her losing some cheap ass gumball machine bracelet. How would he react if she actually lost a gift worth more than 25 cents? (irrelevant, he would never gift her anything worth more than that). Joke's on her, it's going to be her Mom who really loses her shit about the cereal box bracelet.

Oh this does not sound good. "You go browse the astronomy section, we'll see Lord of the Rings and then watch Autumn in New York later and mock it all afternoon." Lord Of The Rings, Fellowship of the Rings: 2hr 58 minutes Autumn in New York: 1hr 43 minutes Browsing the Astronomy Section, Possibly To Research What Distant Black Hole Her Boyfriend Emerged From: 5-10 minutes probably. In the Dean the Butt universe, everything benefits him in the end. Me, me, me. Sure he was married, but I'll say this about Rory, still kinda proud of her that she makes him wait over four years until she finally put out. If he was a little nicer maybe Rory would at least give him a handy or even two during the 3 hour movie. (ps, where did they go to watch AINY if Lorelai was at home with Jess? Did poor Rory get stuck spending the afternoon in the Forrester living room, with Clara interrupting and Dean's parents in the next room audibly discussing with one another how their son was an unfortunate accident that should have been left at the local Safe Haven unwanted infant drop off, and now Rory can't even hear the movie?) Rory agrees to this "deal" just to shut Dean up, a deal which benefits her in no way whatsoever.

A double dose of nightmare fuel for ya'll so you can suffer alongside me. When you have to say "I'm not bored" to convince someone you're not bored... Moments ago Kirk was haggling with Gypsy over saving a nickel on a used book for charity and Kirk still comes out looking like a shrewder bargainer than Dean.

You know, it's a good thing they serve nutritious lunches at Chilton (even if Rory only chooses to eat two slices of white bread most of the time) and that there are restaurants nearby who cater to the Gilmores even though they never pay for their food, because otherwise Lorelai's child would be subsisting on a diet of Ragu sauce, salsa, Triscuit, and Coke (with lemon). I guess it's marginally better than what Jess would find when he opened Liz's fridge as a child. Roaches and empty promises. Now you're sad. I'm taking you all down with me on this sinking ship of an episode, damn it. My will to live watching another one of these DALA (Dean And Lorelai Affair/Dean And Lorelai are Assholes/ Dean And Lorelai are having Anal sex with each other) episodes is kind of like the Titan submersible. Quickly imploded after a short descent. Nothing remaining. Mere atoms scattered into vast nothingness. Gone. It's so much worse when you've seen the show multiple times and already know that Lorelai's "goodwill" towards Jess in the next scene goes down as quickly as Lorelai goes down on Dean after he helps her change her water dispenser. We see Lor looking around and listening suspiciously, as Lorelais do when Jesses are in their house. Not hearing any sounds of gutter-slopping, she slips outside.

This whole god damn episode exists because this smol infant just had to pick up that fucking quarter on a string. Why didn't you leave it on the bridge or return it Rory?! Why Jesstopher, why? I hate you right now. Your actions have consequences! People (me) are in pain. Don't you even care? Lorelai: Jess? Jess to Lorelai who treats him like shit: I'm sorry, was I being too loud? Stop being so nice. Ugh. Lorelai offers Jess some cold crappy leftovers. Figuring she probably put arsenic in his take out container, he politely declines, but then a second later he changes his mind, probably figuring death by eggroll sounds more peaceful than continuing to slop this bitch's gutters all afternoon.

Do you ever just want to get inside Jess Mariano's mind? I desperately want to know what he's thinking here after Lorelai says she and Rory ordered every chicken item on the Chinese restaurant menu in one night. I'm just saying, that "ambitious" is loaded.

Lorelai gets out the special plates reserved for special Poisoning occasions.

I'm probably the only person who gets a small chuckle every time Jess is offered meat (see also: a hot dog) knowing Milo Ventimiglia is a lifelong vegetarian, so I like to pretend Jess is a vegetarian as well.

L: "We have Garlic chicken, kung pao chicken, Szechuan chicken, chicken in brown sauce." All those poor chickens gave their lives just to end up feeding Lorelai Gilmore, isn't that a pity. (PETA, pay me for your new slogan). L to J: This chicken has these hot peppers in them, if you eat them, you'll die.

But enough about your fantasies again, Lorelai. Jess politely accepts some food, offers to wash his hands before eating, gently chides Lorelai about how the Gilmores neglect their basic nutrition and home repairs, suggests he found a bumper sticker from the 1950's in her gutter, all in good fun, proceeds to have a perfectly nice if awkward conversation with this bitch who doesn't deserve it. We know Lorelai is going to erase the memory of this impeccably polite behavior from her mind in a few moments after Braceletgate gets underway. Sorry Jess, you can't win. You try to be nice, she tries to poison your food, and failing that screams at you for taking her daughter's quarter on a string given to her by a Butt named Dean. 14 years later she's married into your family and still saying someone should throw a football at your face. Not even worth trying to curry her favor. Just be yourself, hunny.

Just admiring his gigantic watch. #AdmireTheBaby #ThePeppersAreTainted

#AdmireTheBaby Lorelai plays "Geting to know Jess" and we find out some obvious things. School is "still there" and he's not involved in any after school activities and he would like to throw a ball at an athlete's head. Well, of course he has no extra cirriculars. He spends all of his free time being underpaid by his uncle to work in the diner. What extra cirriculars do you think Jess might enjoy? Let me know in the replies.

It's okay, my little socially anxious baby, we still love you. I won't ever make a "Wow this thing knows how to talk" Lorelai-style remark. I can promise you that. I've been on the end of those comments and they hurt. I love seeing Milo eat with his crooked lip. Yes, I feel bad for him, after he said half his mouth is scar tissue from biting his lip so much while trying to eat, and he doesn't even feel it anymore. That being said, I still love him eating food vertically like he's gonna deep throat it. Egg rolls, hot dogs, popsicles and string cheese. The Milo is about to feast. Let's watch.

Beautiful end to this part of my recap. CHOMP! To be continued.

#denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #dean the butt #dean the butt forrester #anti dean forrester #dean forrester is sewage #sorry to insult the sewage #gilmore girls season 2 #lost and found #milo ventimiglia #milo ventimiglia eating #some bitch and her clogged gutters #sticking to my theory that Lorelai wants Jess out of the picture because if Rory dates him Dean will stop visiting #DALA #Dean and Lorelai Affair

[mochamoth]

Rant on why I love and fixate over Scratch (sorry for bad writing + Long warning!!)

If you couldn't tell by my profile I am literally OBSESSED with Scratch. I first actually started watching AoStH about a year ago, because of a clip of the show I saw on tiktok. I thought it was funny therefore I checked the show out. And omg I became so fixated on Scratch specifically. Also don't expect a lot of these reasons to be deep, I am NOT a deep person 😭.

So first off his personality. I adore how he's both an asshole, but also a total wimp. Also he is so SO dumb but in a charming way. I love when he acts like an actual chicken, it's funny and cute (plus his LAUGH OMG, MOST ICONIC LAUGH NEXT TO PAPYRUS'S). Scratch is just a total loser who tries to act cool and I love him for it. Oh also the way his mannerisms are. Omg. The way he SITS. He'll casually just do the splits. On the floor. And the way he walks. And how he STANDS. HE STANDS LIKE A CHICKEN WITH HIS WING HANDS. IT'S SO CLEVER AND CUTE OMGG.

Next is his design. It's just- nice. It's a nice character design, especially when paired up with Grounder (I'll talk about him in a bit, dw I'm also a Grounder fan). I loveee his outfit (?) he has going on, it's simple but nice. I like his extendo-neck, it adds a LOT to him, same with his wing-like hands and arms. Also I'm bias but chickens and crows are my two favorite birds, so that alone is just a yes for me. His eyes are cute. Simple and cute. His COLORS OMG. I am autistic and some colors overstimulate me, so Scratch and aosth as a whole just- the colors are so pretty and nice. I love Scratch's blue-ish color. It's a very nice blue. Oh and he is SO fun to draw. Thank goodness too, cuz the last character I was obsessed with was Guzma, I love his design too but it's a nightmare to draw. The only thing I'd change about Scratch's design (not counting headcanons or styles) is his feet. More specifically his lack of claws. Where are they?? His name is Scratch, so why doesn't he canonly have claws? It's not a big deal, I headcanon he has retractable claws, but still.

Third, I kinda relate to him? Not too much like I did, again bringing up the last character I was obsessed with, Guzma, but still relatable. I'm also very dumb and gullible, and I'm the oldest of my siblings not counting step. I know Scratch and Grounder are technically twins, but for the sake of this I'm gonna say Scratch is ever so slightly older. I relate to random quirks he has like copying and playing out fictional media I like, talking very loudly, and being extremely clumsy.

Probably the most dumb reason on this but I adore it; his outfits. Omg. His outfits. My favorites are def the knight one, the astronaut suit, and I'm not sure what it's called but the outfit he wears in the Egypt episode when he tries to trick Sonic's ancestor. LIKE HE SERVED?? HELLO?? And those are just my favorites. He has such good style in my opinion, he ate almost every single outfit up (almost).

Ok so finally getting to this: his duo dynamic. Omg. Scratch and Grounder are like- my favorite villain duo ever. They're perfect. They balance eachother so nicely and are literally siblings. I love the type of bond they have. They fight almost constantly over everything, and are constantly blaming eachother for no reason, yet they still care for eachother. It's just not obvious. It's more obvious in Grounder, but Grounder isn't really mean. Evil and a shitty influence definitely. But he's not really that mean? Grounder kinda looks up to Scratch a lot, no pun intended, but Scratch also cares back. He just won't vocally say it. Like he has saved Grounder's life MULTIPLE times. And gets very defensive of him when he feels like it. They're not perfect, obviously. Scratch especially can be a total jerk to Grounder for no reason. But at the end of the day they do care for eachother. Hell even when they're not up to catching Sonic or helping Robotnik they're hanging out together, very rarely do you see them on their own. Once in a while yes they do their own thing, but they do hang out a lot. Also how their designs balance eachother is so nice. Scratch is this tall, skinny, chicken robot while Grounder is short, chubby, and a mole robot. Also little side note, the chicken robots Scratch is based off of (Cluckers or something) drive me insane 😭. Like I died probably 26 times from them. Anyways the colors too. Grounder's greenish teal compliments Scratch's red details. Idk as an artist I just like that fact. Don't ask me any deep questions about art btw, ik I work as an artist but I'm not that smart 😰. I like how even though Grounder is the short one Scratch will coward and cling onto him 😭 it's funny. And I love how chaotic they are. Just two dumbass guys doing dumbass things!! Coconuts when added is also amazing. I wish we got to see them work together more. But Grounder and Scratch on their own are again, perfect.

Oh. Also. I like how they're ACTUALLY separate characters. With a lot of duos I see one of two things happen a lot. Either they have very watered down personalities, or are literally the same person. I like how Scratch ans Grounder work together, but on their own are great characters still.

The final reason is probably the most.. I guess vague out of the others. I just feel like he could have a lot of depth. Ok I know he's dumb. He's made as a comedic henchman. He's not supposed to be taken seriously and it's a silly kid's show. But how him and Grounder are treated is lowkey dark? Like they LITERALLY said they're abused. And that's normal to them. They thought "hm yes let's force our robot kid to do chores! That's love!" Like no.. No that's not love 😭. I feel like that could also be a contributing reason to why Scratch is so hostile and cold, even to people he cares for like Grounder. It's because he doesn't know how to show it. But that's more headcanon territory so I dunno. And I feel like them fighting for a BIT of Robotnik's love tears them apart and it's kinda sad to watch. Like they could be very close but can't.

This was more of a sloppy rant than anything. And I don't really watch aosth that often. Not often enough to remember every single detail. So if anything is wrong I am terribly sorry 😭. But those are just a few huge reasons why I love Scratch so much. That's not getting into tiny specific details that don't really matter at all. Anyways I'm sorry for this long ass rant, I swear I won't do this often 😰 probably just one more time for another "show" if I feel like it, I just felt like ranting today! Thank you for reading this!

(Also photo of him. Cuz why not.)

#aosth #aosth scratch #scratch and grounder #scratch #hyperfixation #adventures of sonic the hedgehog