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bubblesuga · 3 years

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A Match Into Water

Summary: Sometimes all Yoongi needs is a warm cabin, and you. W/C: 2,068 Warnings: mentions of smut, cussing, slight angst but mostly fluff

There’s something undeniably gorgeous about the Rocky Mountains of the western US. The sun shines brightly in the middle of the day and cloud coverage is practically non-existent, yet the snow resting on the peaks of the mountains persists like the buzzing of a bee desperately trying to find it’s hive.

At times, it becomes more of a hindrance to Min Yoongi. He doesn’t like the cold. Hell, he hates it. The brush of the cold winter breeze drags his mood down into the deepest depths of a sinking black hole that he just can’t seem to pull himself away from. This vacation was supposed to help him, bring his mood up and inspire his creativity. Unfortunately it seems to have had the opposite affect.

“Oh come on,” the girl who followed him on this company appointed vacation is cute, she knows English and helps Yoongi get around, “you’re supposed to be having fun.”

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Yoongi drawls, sipping his warm coffee and sitting in front of the wide window of the rented cabin. American coffee sucks.

“I’m insufferable? Min Yoongi, you have not left this cabin once since we arrived. You’re like a fucking cat that doesn’t want to move from the one spot of sun inside the house.” her voice is loud, confident. Her lips curl downward and for a moment, Yoongi feels disappointment rush through his veins. He prefers her smile more than he’d be willing to admit.

He shrugs, taking a long sip, “I like the sun.”

She groans, falling back onto the well decorated couch, “Can you at least try skiing?”

“Skiing involves the cold.”

“Yeah, Yoongi. It’s winter.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to come here! Maybe I wanted to stay in Korea, I wanted to write the album, and I wanted to move on!” Yoongi bites back, setting down his cup and turning to her. Her face is red, but she stares up at the ceiling as if she’s alone in the room. Yoongi resists the urge to lay beside her, to stroke her hair and ask if she’ll kiss him.

She huffs, pulling herself up and meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “I’m sorry you didn’t get that opportunity. You’ve been in a rut and your company thought it’d be best for you to get away.”

“Ah, and why’d they bring you here with me then?”

“I’m your assistant, you dick.” she stands again and walks away momentarily. For a moment Yoongi thinks he went too far, sometimes the venom at the tip of is tongue moves too fast for him to catch with his lips. It’s not even true, he wants her here more than anyone else.

When she reemerges from Yoongi’s room, she holds a jacket and warm sweats.

“Change into these, we’re going down the mountain and shopping.” she’s demanding, maybe Yoongi should listen to her.

“Why? If you’re my assistant, shouldn’t you be listening to what I want?” not without a little fight, though.

“Now, Min Yoongi.”

He chuckles, downing the rest of his coffee and slipping off the hoodie he already wore for the warmer jacket you brought out. She tries not to let her eyes linger on his briefly exposed abdomen when his shirt slides up with his hoodie. Instead, she opts for a nice look at the scenery outside.

Yoongi’s legs briefly feel the cold of the cabin on his bare legs as he slips on the warm sweats. He’s let himself become comfortable with his assistant, more so than the past women who followed him around and listened to his every wish. This one is different. She’s feisty, opinionated, determined. He likes that a lot. Especially when she crosses her arms and pouts when he tries to fight her decisions.

He glances at her, the sun reflecting off the snow and shining in her gorgeous eyes. He knows he shouldn’t feel the things he feels for her, but she makes it so damn difficult not to. How was he not supposed to fall for the pretty girl who smiles big and tells him when he’s being an asshole? Everything about her was exactly what he wanted in a woman. So, maybe listening to her wasn’t such a bad thing.

~*~*~

“When I graduated college, I traveled throughout the world for a year. It made learning English pretty easy.” she shrugs, twirling the pasta around her fork. After shopping for a few hours, Yoongi insisted on stopping at the one Italian restaurant in the small valley at the bottom of the mountains. He only insisted because he knows it’s her favorite.

“Ah, without you here I would be screwed.” Yoongi shrugs, reaching his fork across the table and digging it into a piece of chicken on her plate. She doesn’t make the effort to slap his hand away, instead reaching for his sangria and taking a sip.

“I think that in a lot of aspects in your life. Where would you be if I didn’t pick out your outfits for the day?” she giggles as she speaks, already knowing the answer to her ridiculous question.

“Hm,” he hums, slurping up some of his own food and pausing to swallow, “struggling to tell my right from my left sock.”

Yoongi grins from ear to ear the moment her laughter leaves her lips.

This is how their days together were usually spent in Korea, so the fact that the slush covered streets didn’t deter the two of them made moments like these even more special.

“Why don’t you date?” she asks suddenly, stacking their plates as they were cleared off.

Yoongi nearly chokes on his drink, taking a deep breath through his nose before swallowing the liquid in his mouth. He clears his throat, “what makes you ask that?”

“Well,” her face turns slightly red, “I’ve seen all the other members dating. Bring people home. I’ve just never seen you do that so I was just curious as to why.”

He can tell that she feels like she’s over stepping a boundary. Maybe she is. Of course it’s not appropriate for an assistant to ask her boss why he isn’t so keen on finding a woman to date. Yet, Yoongi isn’t upset by the question. Shocked? Possibly, but he doesn’t feel the need to deny her of an answer.

“I have my eye on someone, I’m just not sure if she knows that I like her yet.” his words fall off his lips unstirred, landing into a pile on the table that Yoongi suddenly feels desperate to wipe away. Why even give her the notion that he may be interested in her?

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite brighten up her face like her usual ones, “Who’s the lucky guy or gal?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, “Lucky, eh?”

“Well, yeah,” she laughs nervously, as though she didn’t mean to say what she said, “you’re a catch, Min Yoongi. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

He chuckles, that same breathy chuckle that seems to have an affect on women he meets. It comes across as careless, unwavering in his attempt to pull off his cool persona, yet it’s really just a ruse to hide the fact that he wants nothing more than to take this woman home and fall asleep with her between his arms. Yoongi meets her eyes momentarily, catching a shine in her shaking pupil. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes drag to his assistants lips. They’re cherry red, stained with the remnants of his cherry sangria. He bets they’d taste amazing.

Nodding, he speaks, “Would you feel lucky to have me?”

Her breath stutters as her eyes go wide. She seems to contemplate for a moment before she opens her mouth, “U- uhm, I’ll go get the bill.”

Abruptly, she turns away and walks towards the front counter. Yoongi sighs, waiting for a moment before placing a 20 on the table and collecting both of their things. Multiple bags from various stores around the valley fill his arms and he quietly follows her back out into the street.

In an almost unspoken decision, the two of them begin their trek back to the car and Yoongi drives them back into the mountains just as the sun is about to set.

Though silent, Yoongi could tell his assistant was nervous. Her fingers fiddled in her lap while she stared out of the window into the dark wooded road.

Perhaps he had been to abrupt. Perhaps he should have broke his interest to her a little slower. Or not at all. It probably would have been better for anyone if he didn’t say anything at all.

~*~*~

His usual night routine began with a shower. Afterward, he brushed his teeth and blow dried his hair. Then, he turned on the bedside lamp and opened a book Namjoon had suggested to him ages ago. ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’ has become some sort of sick irony to him now. Minus the mistress, living awkwardly with a woman and not being able to leave quite yet was how he lived his life.

It’s only been 2 days since he said anything to her, yet it felt like an eternity. There wasn’t anymore jokes, nor did he feel like he could speak to her as an equal. She called him Mr. Min, and it hurt.

Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door frame. He glances up, and she stands in his doorway in her sleep wear. An oversized T-shirt and shorts that hid subtly beneath.

“Hello.” he greets, closing his book and setting it on the night stand. Sliding his glasses off his face, he turns his attention to her. She fiddles with the hem of her shirt, swallowing nervously.

“When you asked if I would feel lucky to be with you, what did you mean?”

Oh, so we’re getting right into it.

Despite only being a couple years younger than Yoongi, she seemed nearly child-like as she asked the question. Her eyes stay glued to her feet while she sways gently.

“Just that. Would you feel lucky to be with me?”

She nearly scoffs, “What kind of a question is that?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Answer the question.”

With a huff, she walks into the room and sits at the foot of Yoongi’s bed, “Of course I would be lucky to be with you, dumbass. You’re Min Yoongi.”

“No,” Yoongi isn’t satisfied with that answer, “would you be satisfied with just being with Yoongi. Not Suga of BTS, not Agust D. Just... Yoongi.”

She tilts her head adorably, her forehead creasing with concern, “That’s what I mean. You’re Yoongi, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.”

He smiles, crossing his legs and leaning forward, “That’s what sets you apart from other people. They don’t want just Yoongi. They want the identity I’ve created for the public.”

“So that’s why you don’t want to date?”

“I do,” he sighs, “I just want to with you.”

She swallows, “Are you asking me out?”

Yoongi shrugs, “If that’s what you want this to be, then yes.”

As though the heavens had opened up and an angel had descended right in front of Yoongi, her face is bright with delight. She leans forward, crashing her lips onto Yoongi’s.

He’s quick to wrap his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as possible. Her frame fits against his perfectly, just as he had imagined so many times before. Yoongi feels his abdomen ignite with butterflies while her hands move to cup his cheeks. She rests her forehead gently against his, her breathing ragged.

“Maybe this vacation wasn’t so bad.” Yoongi jokes, kissing each of her cheeks.

Her eyes flutter close, “I’ve been telling you that from the beginning.”

He grins, “I wanted you to prove it to me.”

“Well, did I?”

Yoongi doesn’t respond, he simply brings his lips back to hers.

He gently lays her onto the bed, careful not to break the kiss. Her hands grip the back of his shirt as if he could disappear in her arms. It takes everything in him not to begin kissing down her neck, the last thing he wants is to scare her off. Yet, she encourages him.

“I’m on the pill.” She whispers against his lips, and Yoongi grins. This was going to be a very fun night.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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So Sooga gets along with Revali, Sidon, Riju- what about Urbosa and Daruk? I don't think I recall the dynamic between him and the others. And I think Kohga is missing a few too- i guess im asking for headcanons here.

Oh good point. All of these are susceptible to change, so nothing is particularly set in stone.

Sooga;

Enjoys hanging out with Revali. He admires not just his talent, but the fact that he hides his insecurities very well. Match that with his quick wit and their mutual love for making fun of Link honestly makes them buddies. They like to train, have tea, and have a nice crab omlette (Sooga is on and off in terms of how comfortable he is, eating around Revali). Revali, along with every other rito (namely women) have a crush on him. Sooga just, fucking attracts birds for some reason.

Sidon is his close second friend. Big as he is, a lover of fish, Sidon is annoying in a sort of endearing way. He likes fishing, hiking, swimming, collecting shells with him. When they aren't having fun outside or fucking, you'll see them indoors, whittling while Sidon goes on and on about some story. Sooga likes to listen, Sidon loves to talk. They just work.

Riju. Riju is sort of like his niece. He treats her respectfully, but having grown up with six sisters, Sooga has the instinct to care for her. He takes her out for ice cream, he does her nails/hair, listens to her rant, and even helps pet sit Patricia from time to time (and Patricia LOVES him, she blows him kisses all the time). He's also kinda protective. A boy her age tried talking to her, he went missing the next day. Odd I know.

Urbosa. Urbosa acts like HIS older sister, and while women make him uncomfortable, he trusts her more than most. She's always there to give him words of encouragement, always there to help him against some rather hungry ladies- she just has his back. Sometimes they meet up for a nice dessert and talk about what they like in men (Urbosa loves ladies too, but women are lost on Sooga).

Mipha. Sooga and Mipha get along. They aren't at each other’s throats, but Sooga isn't exactly nuts about her. She finds him slightly imposing, he doesn't like being near women-without Kohga, they're awkward with one another.

Teba. Sooga and Teba actually get along pretty well. They're both rather strong and silent types. That is, until Sooga asks about the family life. They end up sitting next to each other, tending to their weapons, while Teba tells him what it's like to be a dad. They're quiet overall.

Daruk. Daruk and Sooga...they co exist. Sooga doesn't hate him, but he isn't a fan. Jealousy from Kohga aside, Sooga doesn't like that he's loud, brazen, VERY touchy, and is constantly trying to get him to eat. Suffice to say, Sooga would prefer anyone else's company (he was once in a room with JUST him and Mipha. It sucked).

Sooga and Yunobo. For some reason, he's chosen to adopt him too, and is constantly acting as his confident. He's constantly making sure he's eaten and slept, and is trying to help him come out of his shell. The 'he asked for no pickles' meme, but in an uncle way. Sooga likes to take him out to smash boulders during the day, and hunt for fireflies at night. Yunobo once fell asleep on him, Sooga didn't have the heart to move him. He had to see a doctor for his back the next day, but worth it.

Link and Sooga have a VERY competitive relationship. They've established early on that they're rivals, and as such, wanna beat each other's shit on a daily basis. They lowkey need to stop hitting each other and just bone, everyone sees it.

The Great faeries. Not champions, but imma include it anyway-they coddle the crap out of him because he's honestly adorable to them. He really. Really wishes they'd stop kissing him, just ONCE. They're all better than Malanya though, for some reason he fucking HATES Sooga.

Zelda. Sooga...does not like Zelda. I'll leave it at that. Let's just say you shouldn't leave them alone together.

Impa/Purah/Robbie. Its fucking on site with Impa, Purah is actually tolerable, and Robbie is just fucking annoying.

Kohga!!;

Kohga of course, LOVES his lil red fishy, Mipha. You kidding me? She's a cherry! An absolutely precious lil ruby! Kohga loves her SO much, she can pretty much just waltz into the clan whenever she pleases, and gets whatever she wants by asking for it. They're ABSOLUTELY bff's. Shopping, cooking, talking about boys and taking selfies, they're practically joined at the hip. I'm telling you, Kohga would end game any bitch if Mipha asked.

Daruk. Kohga LOVES the guy! Not just because he's easy on the eyes, but he's big, loud, rowdy, pair that up with his love for food, and these two can keep each other company FOREVER. Just, be warned if booze is allowed, and may god help your pantry. When they AREN'T raining hell, they spend time at the hot springs, and let me tell you, you've never seen two dudes happier, they're like pigs in shit.

Sidon. Kohga and Sidon get along great! Nice to look at, Sidon is also just a sweetie who just. Does whatever Kohga tells him to. Like Sooga, but dumb as hell. One of the few people that BOTH of them can hang around with. Seriously though, Sidon is a big dumb sweetie, Kohga LOVES it.

Urbosa. Her and Kohga get along, in a sorta 'let's meet for brunch on Sundays' kinda way. It's a casual friendship, and honestly? It's comfortable for them. He's still lowkey scared of her though.

Kohga is Riju's OTHER uncle. He's the more 'tell me about the boys you like' kinda uncle. Total enabler, he lets Riju do all the kid stuff she never really got the chance to do. You wanna play with chalk? Absolutely. You wanna get your shoes dirty? Course! You wanna eat all the candy and go pants a royal guard? He's IN.

Revali is an ass. Full of himself, snarky, and so in the closet, they bicker ALL the fucking time. They don't HATE each other, they just fucking can't get along. They fought over BREAD once.

Teba doesn't love Kohga. He's not quiet, he squirms a lot, and even if he's asleep, he tosses and turns a LOT. Teba just puts up with him, while Kohga thinks he's boring, but nice to look at.

Yunobo is more loved by Sooga than Kohga, but he thinks the kid is a peach. He teaches him how to talk to boys he likes. Can't help with girls though. Still sweet to the poor kid though, always brings him something to eat, because he worries.

Kohga LOVES Link! They both love food (especially fried bananas), Kohga loves Link's antics, Link loves Kohga’s funny dance moves- they just click. You'll often see them napping together after a buffet of food.

The great faeries! He LOVES them!! They're big, they're beautiful, they proud and loud- they are just his gal pals. He knows each ones specific tastes, and its so easy for him to charm the pants off of them during tea time. Don't tell anyone, but Malanya is his favorite, they love talking about horses.

Impa/Purah/Robbie. Kohga doesn't hate Impa, but the girl is SUCH a buzzkill. Instead of going and getting her a girl, she's here, scolding him for some random rule. Smh. He LOVES Purah though. They're TOTAL shutterbugs together, and they both agree that Impa needs to get a girlfriend. Robbie is also a TOTAL babe. Like if dude likes to experiment, Kohga can run some tests on that DI-

Zelda. Kohga...hates that he likes her. She's just a sweet gal, and with a smile like that? He can't hate her. He visits here and there for political reasons, but they do have lunch and catch up. Him and Sooga do sometimes help pick outfits/looks as well. And...well. The royal stables are a HUGE plus (seriously, Kohga SWOONS for her white horse. He jokes that he's more handsome than Sooga. He's half kidding, that fucker is a BEAUTIFUL horse).

#asks #hoo big boy tags lets go #kohga #sooga #revali #teba #link #zelda #great faeries #malanya #urbosa #riju #mipha #sidon #daruk #yunobo #robbie #impa #purah #patricia

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thekitschdiet · 3 years

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the kitsch diet part II

part one alr posted!! this chunk is about 3,000~ words long... let me know what u think :-) thank u all for all the luv already!!! looks like I really will hit 31 followers by easter!!!!!!!!

Who is the Kitsch Girl?

I think this is more loosely defined, but The Chic Diet did a truly admirable way of reducing a girl to her YSL bag and her really skinny legs. Now, that implies an archetype, or a population in a specific location. I think kitschness is kind of the niche you fill when you’re not really much of anything else, sort of your own conglomerate of mainstream-specific. One major requirement, though, is being a little too into something somewhat uncool. And the whole illusion falls apart if you have any sort of outward insecurity. See, the Kitsch Girl is somewhat undefinable because she is so much of everything. She exists in multitudes, in a way that is also quite simple to understand; think of a list of axioms, or principles to live by. And now add a section to each one that says “but…” to make a collection of verified exceptions. Say, the kitsch girl will never wear jeans. But she thrifted this pair of vintage flares she just loves. She doesn’t reply to texts efficiently, but sometimes she will within a couple seconds. No mascara, no dinner forks, candles are to be collected not burned; but that was a gift, or something. It’s not personal, of course, those are just the contradictions she exists in. Don’t try to understand it, the enigma is essential to the facade. Or maybe she just lives like this, and her character is so homogenous with her inner world there’s no sense in trying to separate it. You have to have a little bit of an individuality complex about the whole ordeal, which is normally so eugh, but if you’re kitschy enough it works on you. Trust!The Kitsch girl is not someone unlikeable, but amiable and well heeled. I double checked that last one, assuming it meant liked by most, but apparently means affluent. I suppose that is an aspect of the kitsch girl too, having seemingly endless frivolous expenses with no real strain, but that’s not important right now. People that don’t like her think so out of jealousy, or something. Envious that her clothes are all kind of shake-it-up-esque and her highlights desperately need touching up, but she still seems so enthralled with the whole of life… How does she enjoy her own company so much when other people want to know her better? Doesn’t she feel weird about blowing people off to make a joke about reading Kafka in the bath? Why would she document her cluttered, unexciting life on Instagram so delicately, so vibrantly? Of course, no one would say this to her face because they are really baseless claims. She’s nice, generous, and valuable to have as a friend. Trade-offs exist, as they do with anyone. But I like thinking it’s easier to overlook a forgotten birthday when your kitschy best friend gave you a multi strand pearl necklace to celebrate the welcome breeze of June. Or some other made-up holiday. She is so unassuming if you’re not really looking. Girls want in on her inner circle. Or they just don’t care. Nothing wrong with being liked or thought of naught, for the most part. Boys are either enthralled or repulsed by her. Her doctor knows her as something of a hypochondriac, but only minorly. It’s just carpal tunnel, don’t worry… The sales staff at CVS turn a blind eye when she slips an eyeliner pencil into her tote bag. She shoplifts on occasion, just to see if she still knows how. But she is not a shoplifter. $9 here and $6.45 there doesn’t really add up to much. Everywhere she goes, she makes a tertiary friend or two. The term of friend is loosely used here, of course. But it is nice to tell a stranger you like her earrings. Or her phone case is so fun, is it Wildflower? The kitsch girl has an eye for this kind of detail. Simply put, she is sort of unspectacular. But in a way that makes you sort of wish you knew her better.

Phone cases

The phone case is, like, religious for the kitsch girl. Sorry, but there’s just no other accessory as flippant and expensive and single-purpose as a trendy little iPhone case with some semitacky stickers plastered over the design. I used to have an iPhone XS- extrasmall- with like, 18 phone cases. It was kind of a sordid affair. I jest, but really… owning that many phone cases was kind of sick. We get it, you are frivolous and spontaneous and sooo stylish! Stop posting mirror selfies on your Instagram story, your crush isn’t going to see it. Kidding again. Having an extensive collection of phone cases is just so fun because while attainable, most people just simply do not partake in it. That makes you kitschy and unique. I really thought I had more to say about the IDEA of the phone case, but I guess in practice it is all very, very simple. You can slide your driver’s license in the back of a clear case. At what point does it stop being cool to have legal operational control of a vehicle? I don’t display mine because I don’t really like the photo. I look round. In the eyes but also just in general, swollen, unglamorous. Whatever. Not like I drive a Nissan or anything. I drive my *Mom’s* Nissan. Playing Bladee in the car seems sacrilegious. She would hate it.Back to phone cases. Sonix ones are cute but kind of overpriced retail- unless you have like, an iPhone 12 Pro Max or whatever the fuck is new this year, just go to Winner’s. They always have Xs and 11 cases. I had a cherry one for my previous phone, like the exact one Lana Del Rey had? Thank god I sold it before she got outed as a copfucker or whatever. Casetify is for an inadvertent flex. Flexing your lame, lame taste. Sorry, I know you bought it because you liked it, but what you failed to consider is just how un-Kitsch they are. SO common, and they advertise on Instagram. Sorry, I just can’t get into it! Kind of how I just never liked the Brandy Amara tanks. Or lowtop converse. Otterbox is just distressing. Like, if my boyfriend gave me an otterbox phone case I would probably break up with him because somebody clearly isn’t paying attention- one of my favorite, potentially overused joke is how Otterbox cases are the equivalent of orthopedic insoles. Sorry but if you have poor arch support or whatever, but no pain is worth giving up a good pair of Margiela slingback tabi heels. Obviously I couldn’t afford that right now because all loose income goes directly to Wildflower and my cig boy. But like, one day. I hope you want to punch me in the face a little bit after reading that. If Wildflower isn’t your thing, at least have the decency to get a beaded phone strap. But not from String Ting. Pray tell you aren’t keeping score, but they are one of my several parasocial enemies. That should have been ME collaborating with Wildflower! Should have been ME mailing shit to Caroline Calloway (more on her later, but she is the only blue check I follow. I adore her! I was on her patreon for a bit I thinkl!!) …. Side note. Phone cases are cute but there is no way to properly protect your laptop without looking just absurd or colossally lame. The foam sleeves… ick.

Having the shittiest music taste ever

So like, here’s the thing. I’m an Apple Music user, which sort of reinstates my status as an unironic My Bloody Valentine Hyperpop Death Grips kinda gal. Read; volcel. My most recent conquest ended up being a huge L on my part, but also… I totally dodged a bullet. The guy had an iPhone 11 (female trait) and didn’t know who Rei Brown was, which just seemed suspicious given his Niche. I just know he had a “making out playlist” comprising entirely of like, Joji. Which isn’t a bad thing I guess but so unembarrassing it horseshoes back to being humiliating.Like I said. Having the worst music taste. It’s nice how subjective and deeply personal your music taste can be; no one really Needs to know you’re a die hard drainer. But there’s also no point in being a die-hard drainer and Not capitalizing off it somehow. I added it up and I have well over 150 hours of just Bladee and Yung Lean. Which is so yass? The more I write, using myself as a case study, I realize just how desperately jobless I am. And Yogenfruz isn’t even hiring! UGH!I think there is something very kitschy about liking hyperpop in the least ironic, least obnoxious way. Sort of feeds into a “I’m not like other girls” thing, but I mean… That’s kind of the idea of kitsch, isn’t it? Be a little different but also the very same as your lipgloss brethren?!Side note. If you make monthly playlists I am genuinely kind of afraid of you. That is just so organized!! I just make playlists with esoteric titles and then make a new one when I’m sick of the stuff on the last. I have exhausted most genres but I think my favorite is the “I’m wearing f****ng air forces and my teeth are SO white”. Guess what genre it is. Or don’t, but it’s probably what you think is. Okay, moving on….

Curating a scent

I like thinking I smell like mango and peach, Glossier you, whatever citrus is in that Lush shower jelly and mint 5Gum. But of course it is probably less distinct and just kind of generally fruit-floral-mint. Anyway. I think Glossier You is the perfect scent for anyone with a rather elementary understanding of the whole.. Perfume business. Every bottle of intentional fragrance I own was made via aesthetic choices… it really helps that Glossier You is so cute And so universal. Now, Glossier is kind of interesting to me because it really is at the intersection of cheugy and kitsch. Kind of basic, overplayed, unspectacular. But also…. Often popular things are popular because they are good. Glossier has excellent customer suurv, they ship SO fast (and no import duties! W!) and their stuff is just so sweet and nice if not unoriginal, in kind of the same way strawberry ice cream is. Which is still my favorite, of course, especially if there’s a vegan option. I was talking about Glossier. What the hell! It’s really worth trying out. A huge principle of kitsch is just… having as many possible layers and appendages to your composure as possible. And adding a signature scent just really completes that! When curating your own, I say this as a complete amateur, know-nothing; make it something that comes kind of naturally to Your Character. Like, I’m just not a Chanel No 5 kind of girl. Odds are you aren’t either. My bottle (before she asked for it back when I told her I didn’t use it, in exchange for a Nordstrom’s gift card) was from my grandmother. Ummm.. Yeah, I really have no expertise in curating a scent. But it is nice to have a signature. And having a bottle displayed on your dresser next to your aughties McDonald milkshake themed beanie baby and a handful of lip products is just way too fun! This is the kind of girl I am, everyone! Cluttered, but prioritizing pretty-delicate things!

Cheugyism

Cheugy is a relatively new word that has unfortunately wormed into my vocabulary to replace “uncouth”. Which I use to mean graceless or tacky, but if that isn’t what it means…. Don’t tell me. That would hurt more than weighing myself after a “feast” slash pastry binge at my dear Grandmothe’s house. Like I was saying. Cheugy. It’s sort of a fucked up concept to me because it is a critique on consumption, but not the pace or volume or magnitude of it. But rather… the idea of not being “good” enough at engaging in microtrends, or involvement in the fast paced fashion cycle. Don’t get me started on TikTok, or do, but… yeah,. No. That will require a cigarette because I’m so sorry, but writing a thinkpiece on social media is so lowbrow I would need to find about six ways to aesthetically counteract it…. Moving on. I think the idea of cheugy is good, we really do need a word to simply and efficiently define “out of date/uninspired/lame”. But the way it is used to shame others for not liking the same trends or whatever is kind of gross. If you use cheugyism to put other people down and not as a neutral identifier umm… you will become what you fear. Sorry, that’s what happens. Some things that I think are cheugy or embarrassing, or just not part of my stylistic lexicon are… 1. Hooded or zip up clothing, or things with a large graphic on the back. Bingo if it's all three! I just can’t get behind it. Side note, my summer home outfit is brandy sweats and a tube top (Urban Outfitters tank I ripped the straps off) and a large cardigan that should have belonged to a stoner, but probably didn’t. I can dunk on bulky, uninspired clothes because I would honest to God NEVER be caught DEAD out of the house wearing any of it. I’m so serious. Next segment should be about the kitsch girl’s inadvertent affinity for diuretics. Remind me….. One of the ports of my laptop is dead. Not really sure what to do about that.

Eye makeup and what it means to me….

Personally, I am one of those people who never wears foundation and kind of has a complex about it. The kitsch girl wears fluffy eyelashes and owns a plethora of sparkly eyeliner. Or maybe she doesn’t, but she has something distinct and a little ritzy, if not haphazard. We all saw Euphoria and it like, totally imprinted on us. The way glitter sits on your face after a long day is so resplendent. When it’s shining and a little bit melted off from your long, semi-productive day… ugh! Just made for film. Pictures on film. But not the Prequel app. I keep getting fucking ads for it. But it’s so embarrassing. Like, isn’t the whole point of film the authenticity of the moment? The texture of the afternoon? Why would you fabricate that? Prequel is just so cheugy. More on that later. But anyhow. Wearing a ton of eye makeup kind of fits with the idea of film too I think. Like, look at you, in the moment. With your strip lash falling off! It’s all so tres-chic. Plus, for whatever reason, it’s kind of unique or notably dedicated to ~Pull up to the function~ with more eye makeup on than everyone else. Sorry, but it really doesn’t take that long! But yes I will gracefully accept your praise… it’s kind of like the dropshipping of complements if you think about it. Easy to source with little to no effort in the curating. Side note, lashes are like $20 for 40 weeks if you cut them in half and use each pair about 5 times. You could probably do more but I lose track. How the fuck is it almost June? I was trudging through the snow to check the mail for my Online Ceramics shirt just last week, I swear. The trick to cutting your lashes (the way I do it anyway) is pretty simple. Get out two lashes that are symmetrical. Find the middle and cut one slightly to the left and one slightly to the right. This means you have two sets (one set is a little more dramatic than the other but at least they are symmetrical) with longer outer edges. Glue this to the outer corner of your eye and you will look so Composed… obsessed with how this layers with three eyeliner tails (one traditional one pointing up and one pointing down directly below it, sort of like the tail light on a 2019 Lexus UX) and one below your eye, like a clown. Fun, irrelevant fact, is the first time I added this third tail to my eye makeup, my dad had just gotten home from the hospital because he was sure he had like appendicitis or something and it was actually.. Not that. Typical indie hypochondriac. He made me bring him cottage cheese on a plate with a teaspoon that evening. I put black pepper on it for flair, which he hated. Walking up and down stairs with a plate of cottage cheese is much more imprinting than most of the multiplication tables. Don’t forget to use a bright shimmer eyeshadow in your inner corner. It really opens up your eyes. I recommend Too Faced. One time I got a little bit too high and tried to film an “editorial” makeup tutorial. You will never, ever, ever see that video. But I essentially covered my whole eyelid in the ABH shadow “palermo” and smudged out the edges with a tan Tartelette Toasted shade, coupled with my long-expired Milk Makeup holographic stick. Lopsided lashes and near-blinding eyeliner experience aside, it was kind of cool. My point is, you really cannot go wrong with an arsenal of shimmers, taupey mattes and a good eyeliner pen.

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You Feel Safe?

Carol Danvers x reader

summary: You and Carol are sent on a mission together for the first time.

warnings: none! good ole fluff! mutual pinning & my fav troupe the “only one bed” :)

AN: IM BACK! I am SO sorry i’ve been gone for like 2 weeks, but I had the WORST writers block omg! Hopefully this gets me back in the time of everything & I hope y’all enjoy! as always requests are open!

part 2

You were called to be on a mission yesterday. If it were any other day you wouldn’t have minded so much, but it was supposed to be your first weekend off in almost a month. You could almost taste the short lived freedom as you stepped into your room that friday evening, but of course, the world had other plans for you. The literal moment you set your bags down,friday informs you that steve needs you in the debrief room.

Obviously pissed off that you were robbed of your planned relaxing weekend, you trot to the debrief room with heavy steps and a frown. You’re known as the cheerful one around the compound. You’re always worried about others safety and health. So, when you passed Nat on the way to meet Steve without saying hello, she immediately knew something was off. Not wanting to interrupt you, she shrugs it off and makes sure to make a mental note to ask you what’s wrong later on.

You finally reach the debrief room and see a familiar tall blonde talking to Steve. You’ve only met Carol about two times, but you wouldn’t really call that a formal meeting. The two of you were too busy trying to save the world from thanos to really indulge in a conversation. But that doesn’t matter right now.

“Stevie, you know I love you, but why the ever loving fuck are you calling me on my weekend off. You know I haven’t gotten one in a while!” You exclaim as you go in to hug him. Steve has also been away on a mission for a while, so you haven’t seen your older brother figure in a while.

He gives out a hardy chuckle and gives you a tight squeeze before letting go. “I know y/n and I feel horrible doing so, but you’re the only gal for the job. Plus, you haven’t properly met Captain Danvers over here yet!” He points to Carol as she sticks out her hand to shake.

“Please, call me Carol.” She winks. You shake her hand as your face burns bright red. God y/n keep it together! You can’t help but to stare at her beautiful being. Everything about her is absolutely gorgeous and you can’t seem to get enough. Your eyes trail down to her strong biceps. All all you can think about is how much you wouldn’t mind if she put you in a choke hold i mean-

Steve clears his throat and asks you if you heard a word he just said. Now you start to blush profusely. She had to notice you staring, because she’s sporting a wicked smirk on her face.

“S-sorry I got a little uh...distracted.” You clear your throat. You notice Steve rolling his eyes and continues to debrief the mission. The both of you were to go undercover as girlfriends to a ball. This wasn’t any ordinary ball though. At the ball, there is an underground auction on alien tech. The reason you were picked and not Nat is because you can turn invisible. Once invisible, you were to sneak into the auction and take back that very valuable piece of tech. Carol is tagging along because of her extensive knowledge on alien tech. This mission was clearly meant for the two of you.

Soon after, you were dismissed to your quarters and packing for the three day long mission in Tuscany, Italy. Luckily for you since you don’t own many dresses, Nat popped by to let you borrow a few. She originally came by to see why you were so upset, but as soon as she saw you packing your bags she already knew.

“So, are you excited to play girlfriend with miss twinkle hands? Last time you two met you could barely take your eyes off oh her.” She slyly smirks as she folds your shirt. You immediately scoff as your face starts to heat up.

“I was just making sure she didn’t die! I do that every time with everyone when we’re saving the world!” You squeak. Nat could definitely tell that you were lying. I mean come on, she’s a highly skilled spy. She just mutters a ‘yeah sure’ and rolls her eyes. You shoo her away so you could ‘get your beauty sleep’ before you leave for the mission. Moments after you finally get settled in bed, you hear a knock at your door. Too tired to get up, you ask friday to let whoever is at the door in. Soon later, you’re eye to eye with Carol herself.

“Oh were you about to sleep? I’m sorry I can go if you want.” She shyly smiles and starts to walk away. You’ve never seen Carol like this before, and you wish you could see more of her.

“No,” you sit up and pat the space next to you on the bed. “It’s okay I promise. Come sit.” You gently smile. Soon after your smile is taken over by a big yawn. You hear Carol chuckle and sit next to you.

“You sure you aren’t gonna fall alseep on me, y/n?” She teased.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You lazily smiled. “Now, why did you want to see me?” you questioned.

“I just uh wanted to get to know you better. I mean if you’re gonna be my girlfriend, then I should actually know you, right?” she answered. You blushed majorly at her calling you her girlfriend. Yes, you know it’s only for the mission, but you can’t help but feel giddy.

“Well, what do you want to know? I’m an open book.” you replied while looking into her eyes. You could get lost in her perfect chestnut eyes. You can tell that she is a strong and loving person, but she also has been hurt. You wish you could take her pain away, but sadly that’s not how it always works.

From then on, the two of you spent your last hours before the flight to Tuscany talking about anything and everything. You told her things you don’t even think you’ve told Nat or Steve yet. Just something about Carol makes you want to pour your deepest darkest feelings and thoughts out. She’s just so welcoming and warm. You do end up falling asleep due to the day of hard work you endured. Carol soon notices and covers you in your blanket before leaving. The two of you have about four hours before the flight and she still hadn’t packed. She leaves your room with the widest smile on her face.

You wake up two hours later to your alarm. You always set your alarms according to, so you don’t get behind schedule. Before missions, you like to get a light workout and combat in. You groggily get up from your bed and change into your workout clothes.

You get down to the gym and immediately notice Carol at the punching bag. She was wearing a black sports bra with matching athletic leggings and hair was in a pony tail. You are completely in awe. Of course you’ve seen her fight before, but that was in a life or death matter. You didn’t have time to gawk at the way her back muscles contracted every time she moves. Or hear the little grunts she huffs out as her fist collides with the punching bag.

She must’ve felt someone staring at her, because she turns around in the middle of punching the bag and smirks. Your face seems to permanently be red because of her, but you couldn’t really complain could you?

You shake your head and get straight into your workout routine. You turn on your favorite playlist and get straight to work. You get in light stretching before you do your 2 miles on the treadmill. You hit the weights right after. Throughout your whole workout, the both of you share stole glances. You catch her looking at your ass through the mirror as you back squat and chuckle. You’re just about to bench press as she walks up to your station.

“Here, lemme spot you. I don’t need the bar falling on your pretty face.” She smirks and steps behind the you.

“How nice of you, Captain. You know, I’m a lot stronger than I look. Trust me, I’m a big girl.” Now it’s your time to watch as her face gets red.

“Oh trust me I know. You can never be too cautious.” She winks and you playfully roll your eyes.

About an hour after, you finally finish your work out. You thank Carol once again and go on your way to your room to take a quick shower before meeting her at the quinjet. You say bye to your fellow avengers (well who’s not on a mission), and go on your marry way to Tuscany. The both of you arrive in Tuscany at 8pm. You were visibly tired, so you couldn’t wait to eat something and curl up in your own bed.

Carol helps you with you bag, although you said you can cary it, and takes the both of you to the room. The view from the room is astounding. Your eyes pan all over the room, then you see it. To your surprise, there is only one bed and a very uncomfortable looking couch. You can tell Carol notices as well as she starts to put her things by the couch.

“You can take the bed, trust me I don’t mind.” She smiles her adorable smile.

“Are you kidding me? We’re both adults here, Captain. We can share the bed and I’m not letting you say no! That couch looks so uncomfortable!” You rant as you move your things over to the bed. “Now, what do you want for dinner?” You turn your head to see he smiling at you.

The pair of you decided on some authentic Italian food for take out. So here you are, currently eating fancy Italian food with a beautiful girl in romantic Italy. Seriously what could get better than this. You guys talk for hours until it’s time to go to bed.

You’re the first one to freshen up in the bathroom before bed. You step out in only your towel, and Carols face heats up so quick.

“I-I’ll just go uh go in there uh I uh- yeah.” She mutters out as she grabs her things and rushes herself into the bathroom. You laugh to yourself then get dressed. You snuggle up in the bed with one of your books and start reading. You finish a chapter when you hear Carol get out the bathroom. You’ve never seen her look so casual before. You can’t help but smile at her Captain america pj pants.

“Steve gave em to me as a gag gift for my birthday last year.” she chuckled and gets into bed with you.

You put your book down and turn on the TV to entertain the two of you. The TV was nearly there for background noise, since you weren’t paying attention at all. You say there thinking about how happy you’ve felt around Carol for the past two days, and hoped she felt the same. A loud lawn broke your trace. You realized it’s getting late, so you turned off the TV and got comfy in the bed.

“Sleep well, Y/n.” You hear Carol say as you’re about to drift into sleep.

“Goodnight, Carol.” You day softly as you nod off into the dream state.

beep! beep! beep!

Your overly loud, yet useful, alarm wakes you up. You go to reach to turn it off but you can’t reach it. You look down and see a sleeping Carol lying on top of you. Her arm is wrapped around your waist as hair is strewn across her face. You smile down at her and admire how soft she looks. You take your free hand and move her fly aways from her face. She stirs awake and looks into your eyes. She throws herself back and starts to apologize profusely.

“Hey, hey, look it’s okay I uh actually enjoyed it. If we’re being honest I haven’t slept that well in a long time.” You blush as you look down at your hands. Carol soon takes your hands and gently caresses them with her own.

“I haven’t slept that well in a while either actually. I normally get nightmares, but with you...” She whispers.

“You feel safe?” You ask as she nods her head with a smile. “That’s exactly how I feel too.” You beam.

Carol scoots closer to you and places her palm on your cheek. You heart begins to race as she slowly inches forward to kiss you. Just as your lips are about to touch, your alarm blares once more and the two of you bump heads.

“I should probably turn that off.” You groan.

“Yeah,” She chuckles “You should.”

#captain marvel x female reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #carol x reader #femxfem #gxg imagine #captain marvel x reader #marvel x you #nat x reader #natasha fluff #natasha fic #carol fic #mcu x reader #carol danvers #steve #steve x reader #steve rogers

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disaster-bay-leaf · 3 years

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Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

#smadhuman being pure af #bay answers #long post #very long post #ask #asks

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Good Business: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

Over his meal, Bucky watches you behind the counter when he can. He watches how you’re overall sweet to each customer. You smile and laugh with them and he’s wishing you could be that way with him. But he understands your hostility towards him. He’s one of the most feared men in New York. How can you not be weary around him?

“You finished?”

Bucky looks up to see you staring down at him expectantly. Your eyes glancing to his now empty plate and back to his eyes. He clears his throat, “Yeah.”

You take the plate and any trash around him, “I’ll bring out your dessert now.” You feel his eyes on you as you walk over to the display case, cutting him a slice of the Boston cream pie and setting it on a plate. You walk back to him and place it before him, “There you go.”

He politely smiles up at you, “Thanks, sweetcheeks.” he breaks off a large piece with his fork and shovels it into his mouth. With mouth full of pie, he asks, “So how long have you had this place?”

You roll your eyes at his poor table manners, “Five years now. I always dreamt of having my own cute little diner. So I double majored in business and culinary to get where I am now.”

Bucky swallows and points to the pie, “You bake these yourself?”

You nod, “All the desserts, yeah.”

“Well, sweetcheeks, your cream pie tastes amazing,” he says with a wink.

Again, you roll your eyes, “You’re not as charming as you think, Big Buck.”

He gives a shrug, “You’re a tough cookie.”

“I may be tough, but I’m no cookie, Big Buck.”

He grins up at you, taking some last few sips of his milkshake, “Don’t I know it, sweetcheeks.”

After he finished up his pie and shake, Big Bucky paid and he left with promising words of coming again soon. You didn’t doubt him.

While you began to wipe down the counter, Sharon came up to you, “Holy shit. I honestly thought he was here to kill you for yesterday. Turns out he just wanted to eat.”

You give a shrug, “No one can resist my food, Share.”

“Seems so, especially if it’s your pie,” she nudges you with her hip at her innuendo and continued to pick up her ready orders.

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Bucky entered his home, letting out a groan as he rubbed his belly in satisfaction, “That really hit the spot,” he stated as Steve approached him.

“Enjoy lunch?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Did you talk to the diner chick?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Did you ask for her number?”

“Hell no.”

“Why not?”

Bucky scoffed, “Steve, she don’t want nothin’ to do with me. She knows who I am and what I do. She’ll never fall for the likes of me.”

“But you’re still gonna go to her diner,” Steve stated with a smirk and Bucky caught it. It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact.

“Well...yeah. The food’s good and her pie, Stevie, her cream pie was delicious!”

Steve snickered, “You tasted her cream pie, huh?”

That received a thump on the head, “Hey! None of that! But yes, I ate her literal cream pie and it was fucking delicious. Like my ma used to make.”

“You’re shitting me,” Steve scoffed.

Bucky shook his head, a big grin on his face, “Nope. Not shittin’ ya at all. One of the best pies I’ve ever tasted after ma’s. And you know that’s the highest compliment I could give to someone.”

Steve whistled, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Hmmm...beautiful gal who’s a businesswoman and makes amazing pies. Maybe I should I ask her out myself.”

He immediately received a shove, “You wouldn’t dare! Besides, I saw you makin’ eyes at the blonde waitress there. Stick with her!”

“Whatever you say, Buck.”

Bucky opens his mouth to give a retort, but in rushes Sam, panting and his knuckles bleeding, “Sitwell’s spilling everything now.”

Bucky clapped his hands, “Yes! This day keeps gettin’ better and better, Stevie, boy!” and he follows Sam to the basement with Steve following closely behind.

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Two hours. Just two hours to go and you could close up shop. Not to say that you loved owning and working the diner. It was your baby, of course, but it can be exhausting sometimes. So in just two hours, you can close up and go home.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” oh what the hell?

You turn towards the door looking annoyed, “When you said that I’d see you soon, I figured you meant tomorrow or maybe next week or something. Not,” you look at your watch, “Less than twelve hours later.”

Bucky walks over to you and pinches your cheek, “You’re cute when you’re sassy, you know that?”

You slap his hands away, “Touch me again and I won’t hesitate to cut your hands off.”

A blonde man accompanying Bucky, who you realized was the same man from yesterday, snickered, “You really are the fiesty one.”

“Yeah, no shit. What do you guys want now?”

The blonde spoke up, “Buck here told me he tried your Boston cream pie. Said it was almost as good as his mom’s. Figured I’d try it myself.”

“That so?” you cock a brow at Big Buck.

He shrugs, “It’s true. Haven’t tried a pie that tastes as creamy and delicious as my ma’s, well, until I tried yours, sweetcheeks,” he gives you a wink and you sigh.

“Yeah. Okay, whatever,” you look over your shoulder and holler, “Sharon! Can you c’mere please?”

Sharon steps out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, “Yeah?” she cautiously eyes Big Buck and the blonde.

“I got some stuff to finish up so can you serve Big Buck and his friend-”

“Steve.”

“Huh?” you look at him and you see he’s suddenly blushing.

“M-My name is Steve.”

“...yeah..okay. Anyway, can you serve Big Buck and Steve while I finish up what I gotta do?”

Sharon nods, her fingers nervously fiddling with her apron around her waist, “Yeah. Sure. You got it, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you mumble as you give her a reassuring pat, a silent good luck. You walk behind the counter and to the cash register, opening it up and beginning to count your earnings. You hear someone clear their throat and you look up to see Big Buck standing there, “What now?”

He chuckles as he sits onto a nearby stool, “Long day, sweetcheeks?”

“Yes, and I have a name, you know.”

“That I do know, but sweetcheeks fits you well.”

“’Cause of my sweet ass,” you scoff out.

He shakes his head, “Nah. ‘Cause of that adorable face of yours,” he pokes at your cheek and you swat his hand away, “But yeah, your ass is lookin’ sweet too.”

“Whatever. Why’re you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with your-I don’t even know who he is-your friend? Your minion?”

“He’s my best friend and right hand, but to answer your question, I came here for him, yeah, but not what you think.”

“Oh?” you ask somewhat intrigued but you didn’t want him to know that, so it came out disinterested and plain.

“Think he’s a bit soft on your waitress there. The blonde-”

“Sharon-”

“Yeah, Sharon. Saw him ogling at her when we were here yesterday. Thought I’d give him the opportunity to meet her himself.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you mumbled softly, eyes still focused on counting the money.

You hear Bucky chuckle, “Yeah. Steve and I grew up together. He’s my brother. That punk was a small, skinny, sickly kid. Was always in and out of bed, but he loved to pick fights. Whenever there was a kid messing on someone else, Steve always had to step in, even though he knew he’d lose. Course, he’s my best friend, so I had to jump in and help him. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten in trouble ‘cause of that punk? Way too many!” he lets out a laugh and you find yourself laughing with him.

Both of you then stop when you realize what you’re doing. You pull in your lips and go back to counting, “That’s-uh-I think that’s sweet of you to have done. Even though you knew you’d end up getting just as hurt and in trouble.”

“Someone had to look after him. His mom, bless her soul, fought tooth and nail for him. Ended up working herself too hard and she got sick. Steve was orphaned when he was ten. My parents adopted him after.”

“So when you say he’s your brother-”

“I mean it in every sense of the way. I’d do anything for him, even drag him to a diner where I know I’m not welcome,” he says softly, looking down at his twiddling thumbs.

There’s a silent pause between you. His words struck a chord in you. You always had this philosophy of treating everyone with respect no matter who they are or what they look like. Yet here you are being a hypocrite.

You sigh, setting the money back into the register and looking up at Big Buck, “Why did you come back today? This morning and now? I mean, I’m sure you didn’t have to escort Steve back here just so he could talk to Sharon.”

He scoffed, “Trust me, sweetcheeks, I had to,” he licked his lips and scoot closer to you in his seat, “And to answer your question, I did mean it when I said I wanted to eat..but I also wanted to see you again. You got this fire in ya and it’s so-I don’t know-refreshing? People see me and they cower in fear, and yeah, that’s on me. But you? You walked right up to me and kicked me outta here. It was amusing, ‘cause you got guts, kid, but it was also admirable.

“I get it. This is your place of business and you didn’t want my shit to fuck it all up. That’s understandable.”

“And yet you still come by.”

“I don’t plan on bringing of my dirty shit here, Y/N. I promise you that,” he reaches across the counter and gently places his hand on top of yours, “I just wanted to try your food and maybe get to know you a bit more. No one has ever stood up to me like you did and it was fucking awesome to see you do that.”

Bucky’s words have you frozen. Not only did he sound genuine, but the fact that he actually said your name caught you off guard.

“You’re not lookin’ to fuck and dump me right? Like, there’s no game you’re playing right now?”

He shakes his head, “No games. Promise. I just-I don’t know-I think you’d be a good friend is all. Don’t gotta be anything like sleeping with each other and shit. Although, I wouldn’t oppose it,” he says with a chuckle, “But just friends is fine.” he senses your hesitance and lets out a sigh, pulling his hand back, “But I understand if you don’t wanna. I got a lot of bad shit connected to me and I know you don’t wanna get connected to all that.” he pats the counter and gets up with a grunt. He begins to walk away but stops when you call for him.

“I-I guess we could be friends?”

He nods gratefully, “Great, Friends. And call me Bucky. All my friends do.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #marvel #au #mob au

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princessmuk · 4 years

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HSMTMTS Character Opinions Bc I’m Procrastinating On My Homework:

Nini

She’s a very sweet girl and definitely deserves better. Though, she can be selfish and makes mistakes... but everyone does that! She just seems like a normal teenage girl. She’s right to want to be loved and treated well, and she deserves to be Gabriella. She does need to get out of her own head sometimes, though. But, as we’ve seen in the latest episode, she’s capable of putting her own feelings aside to help someone else, so go her! 9/10 gal

Ricky

I’m a little biased because he’s my favorite character, but that’s for a reason! Ricky made a huge mistake taking a break with Nini... it really hurt her and it’s the reason they’re in this mess. BUT— I understand why he did it. His parents are getting divorced, of course it’s hard for him to say he loves her when he associates love (what he feels for Nini) with how he saw his parents treating each other as he grew up. He’s scared, and that’s okay. But still, he won’t be able to get her back until he can tell her that. He’s dealing with a lot rn but he’s trying his best and I gotta give him props for that. He’s made mistakes but he apologizes for them, and if he ever thinks he’s overstepping he tries to make sure Nini is comfortable! He’s really trying to show Nini he cares and he’s doing an amazing job at the musical, despite his reasons for auditioning. 10/10 guy!

Where do I even start... EJ seemed alright at first— he was jealous and a bit basic for my tastes, but he seemed supportive and Nini obviously liked him. But, as we have seen, he is NOT a good person. EJ stole Nini’s phone because she didn’t tell him ONE TIME who texted her (which she doesn’t need to do ever if she doesn’t want to! Where is the trust??) He was going to fess up but only because he was told he should, then he chickened out because it would make his romantic competition look better if he admitted to his mistake??? Wtf??? He’s trying to apologize but Nini has the right to be angry. Plus, to top it all off, he admitted to poisoning somebody and didn’t see why it was bad. So.... yeah, that’s disgusting. 1/10 boy.

Gina

She hasn’t had much time in the spotlight, so I don’t have much of an opinion! She is definitely jealous of Nini and willing to be manipulative to get what she wants, but she also seems to come from a home life that demands perfection so it’s not surprising that she’ll go to those lengths... She has some growing to do, but I believe she can do it. 6/10 gal.

Carlos

What’s not to love about this boy??? He’s hilarious, a great choreographer, stands up for his friends (so far mostly Ms. Jenn but still) and overall just deserves better than he’s given. He’s pouring his heart into this musical and I’m so proud of him. He has not done one problematic thing so far. 11/10 boy.

Ashlyn

Her talent is amazing and she is definitely a kind soul. She’s able to call EJ out which is great, but she also thinks Nini should forgive him, which is not so great. She’s very charming and deserves more screentime. 8/10 gal.

Kourtney

Kourtney is a good friend and a hardcore feminist, which I like. Her personality is bold yet she’s real enough to not be able to talk back to a senior, which I think is very relatable. She definitely falls into a lot of tropes, which isn’t always good, and it feels like her role could be a lot bigger. But, as a person, she’s pretty great. 8/10 gal.

Big Red

My. Man. Red is really out here trying his best to cheer up Ricky in any given situation! He’s obviously a bit awkward and doesn’t always know what to say or do, but he does his absolute best. He’s a great friend considering how little Ricky does for him, though he doesn’t seem to have any problems he needs help with atm so for now that’s fine. His lack of knowledge regarding theatre is hilarious and suits him perfectly. Wish he had a little more depth, but there’s definitely a lot to read into with him. (Everyone in the fandom picking up his subtle gayness.... his crush on Ricky.... it might not be real but it is in our hearts... ) 7/10 guy.

Seb

My. Boy. Seb is adorable and easily loveable despite how little he’s on screen. His lines are always funny and sweet, and from what I’ve seen so far, he’s just a cinnamon roll. 12/10 boy.

#my post #hsmtmts #nini salazar roberts #ricky bowen #ej caswell #gina porter #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney hsmtmts #carlos hsmtmts #seb hsmtmts #character opinion #opinion #my opinion #ej salt #ej caswell salt #anti ej caswell #anti ej

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faunusrights · 4 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 14

IN THIS EPISODE OF THE OFFAL HUNT LIVEBLOG:

On the other end of the line, Cinder let out a tight sigh. “Yeah. Okay, well—I’m in a difficult position right now. I’m balancing a lot. So, that wasn’t, you know, directed at you or whatever… I’m just trying to deliver you to Atlas. That’s all.”

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

CINDER FALL TRIES TO HAVE MANNERS. AND FAILS. BUT SHE TRIES.

it’s been a WHILE but i’m STILL HERE!!!!!!!!! also i’m a little late to the draw and also unlike w/ prior chaps i did actually read this one when it came out so i’ve had my first run already. BUT that means i actually get 2 Focus so lets get this party started

so we’re now entering into the New Umbraroot Arc which Frightens me on a deep and intrinsic scale because now i have no padding to ready me for whatever the Hell is going to occur, but i do know it will be gay(er) than the current content was (is/shall be) and here’s the proof

It had only been a day, but the sound of Cinder’s voice was a relief to Glynda’s senses.

glynda that’s gay. hey. hey. glynda have u been told yr a lesbian. lesbeeb. besbion--

“Not at all.” Thank god. It was one thing to be traveling with Cinder Fall. It was entirely another to have her checking in on Glynda’s well-being.

cinder: my well-being is SHIT but thankfully there’s someone nearby doing WORSE than me, which makes me feel better at least,

“Oh.” Our sounded strange in her mouth.

my favourite thing abt any gay media and content is that it’s gay in ways that hettie(tm) nonsense can only dream of being. when a story is abt a guy and a gal all the romantic tension comes from like. looking at a tiddy or getting naked or w/e the shit. here? it’s literally found entirely in the use of the word our. such power. i love it.

I went from unknown to one of Atlas’ most wanted overnight, which is charming… And also annoying, because they refuse to stop pasting wanted posters on every street corner.

i feel like cinder is the type of bitch to send pics of them back to emerald like ‘is my face ACTUALLY that janky??? my hair is a state. you think they’ll use a selfie if i ask nicely???’

Cinder hummed, affirmative. “Which would be unnecessary, if you hadn’t reported me.”

Glynda returned, “I wouldn’t have reported you if you hadn’t been committing a crime.”

glynda you snitch. you narc. you bootlicker. does be gay do crime mean NOTHING to you,

We left a funny taste in her mouth, almost as strange as when Cinder had said our. She tried not to examine it too closely.

again. look at this shit. this is real slowburn hours. this is how u DO IT.

Her heart was beginning to feel like a pin cushion with all the needles pulled out, little holes left in their wake.

would i be showing my age if i glanced at this and wondered if it were a reference to the inciting og offal hunt inspiration fic or. it does doesnt it. okay moving on.

“Okay.” And then, in an effort to change the subject to something lighter: “I’ve never broken into a country before.”

glynda’s complete and continuous inability to actually like. do what she plans on doing is SO funny to me. she’s going to be stealthy, she says, throwing a man aside in obvious fashion. i’m going to be subtle, she says, being as conspicuous as possible. she’s a disaster and i live for it.

"The Faunus." Cinder's voice was cold. "Don't speak to her."

this part of this fic is subtitled ‘cinder’s rank opinions time’, apparently. not that u can tell. but it is. dsfhgjsdfghjghfjdk

In the silence that followed, Glynda thought of the stunted horns jutting above Cinder's hairline at the restaurant.

Glynda murmured, "That’s a horrible thing to say."

"Don’t start." There was no concession in her words. “I mean it.”

“...I just didn’t expect that from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

There was something in Cinder’s tone that told Glynda that nothing she said would be correct. She said nothing.

cinder’s! rank! opinions! time! honestly this section victimises me the MOST as i very famously cried over an earlier section in which cinder thought abt all the faunus she grew up with, so i know that kc and diesel were looking to hurt me directly. that said i DO find it funny that cinder, yet again, looks like a pile of shit. she can’t do anything right. naturally inclined to be the villain completely unintentionally. what a moron.

A harsh laugh. “What do you think we are, friends?”

“Well, no—um. Not really, but—”

YOU SEE. CINDER. PLEASE. £10 FOR U TO BEHAVE FOR FIFTEEN SECONDS.

“Then, just—just listen to me. I’m going to get us there. I p-promise.” There was a soft sound, like disgust or the prelude to a gag. “Urgh, your soul—give me more space.”

cinder: i’m inclined to being an asshole glynda: every time yr mean 2 me i’ll make u feel worse cinder: ah no. ah shit. i have to be nice??? ah fuck. what the shit is this.

Glynda thought of Ozpin. It wasn’t a comforting thought—more like the memory of a near-accident, like sliding on ice and feeling the world shift beneath you. It was a flinch-thought, and it would have made her miserable instead of just homesick had she not shut it out so quickly.

god the writing in this fic is so especially pristine. everything feels so real and visceral and you just know Exactly how that feels. it’s brilliantly punchy and i adore the way u get have the exact sensation click into place. it’s SO good.

She wondered if it was the same moon Bacia and Vivienne had looked upon. If they had felt the same beneath its pale light. The Great War had seen two shatterings of the moon, so perhaps it had appeared different, but… Glynda couldn’t help but wish that it was something they shared, even lifetimes apart.

👈😎👈

actually im a little nervous abt doing fingerguns because WHAT IF SMTHNG HAS CHANGED... but i think this bit is. safe. maybe. diesel. kc. am i safe,

Glynda closed her eyes and tried to feel out that instinctual power within her. Tried to know herself better. It resonated around her like a water in a tank, nearly palpable.

again this is just GREAT storytelling. i just LOVE how well kc and diesel turn abstract ideas into such physical manifestations it’s completely unreal. r y’all seein this shit???

upon checking his number, she’d discovered it had been blocked.

i love that glynda is abt as knowledgeable abt little jumps like this as the reader is. are we surprised as a reader? yes. is glynda also surprised? HELL YEAH SHE IS. SHE AIN’T GOT A FUCKIN CLUE MY DUDE.

Remembering the notes to herself not to trust Winter, Glynda opened the log hesitantly.

glynda no yr sending read receipts to yr future gf and thats a bad move on everybodys part

The indicator showed this wasn’t the first time Glynda had accessed the message. She couldn’t remember doing so.

OH NO BITCH U ALREADY DID

“Special Operative Schnee, things are…” Glynda paused, searching for something suitably vague to say. “Proceeding.

do you see what i mean abt glynda’s ineptitude. it’s slapstick levels of ridiculous and i’m living for it.

Do you suspect she’s attempting to cross the border?”

“Maybe.”

‘sure,’ glynda says. ‘you could word it like that if you wanted to.’

“Bold of her, if nothing else. She should know there will—” Glynda skimmed through the rest of the paragraph to reach the end, the corners of her mouth curling. “—can make arrangements. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

HGSDFGKHJSFDGHKJDF JESUS CHRIST

its like in fallout 4 when someone tells u important info and when u click past it the main character just goes ‘uh huh’ ‘yeah’ ‘okay’ ‘sure’ ‘mm-hm’ as the text boxes whizz by GLYNDA PLEASE

Bubbles appeared, showing that Cinder was typing. Glynda waited.

And waited.

The bubbles appeared and disappeared four times.

She flipped back to Cinder’s conversation and found that, after all that time, Cinder had finally settled on a reply.

It said:

“Good.”

i just had to pair these up for a second if only to say: dis me lol

okay let’s double back for a second just to cover this Juicy Lore:

If you’d like, I can arrange a bouquet of flowers to be left at your mothers’ memorial site. My thoughts are with you.”

For a long moment, Glynda simply stared at the screen. [...] In quick succession, she realized that it had been sixteen days since she’d met with Cinder in the restaurant and that it was soon to be the anniversary of her mothers’ deaths.

WHAT IS THIS LORE MA’AM AND MX??? **MA’X**??? firstly idk what the HELL the Black March tragedy is but im fascinated but also: did u have to do that. can ONE person in this fic not have [spoilers redacted cant say that yet no sir] problems??? no??? die. dsfhjgghjkfsddf

Glynda picked herself up from the armchair, neat and tidy, and disassembled into bed, pulling the covers up to her throat. With her Semblance, she turned off the lights. She closed her eyes.

It was quiet. Cold. The only thing she felt was the weight of her soul.

Her Scroll buzzed. Glynda answered it.

“Glynda.” It was Cinder. “I can feel that.”

okay following on from cinder’s text message, i just. love that cinder’s having such direct repercussions to her shitty shitty actions. like this is all tying together in some 👈😎👈 instances but having cinder be her usual callous self and having to literally turn around and start fucking Being Nice For Once is VERY gratifying. fuck you you lil round-faced one-braincelled baby. time to learn to have some Manners. jgdsfghsdfghfjd

She’d simply resigned to the loneliness of having no one to trust but Cinder, and then, not even having her.

... thats gay. hey lads is that gay? its gay. it feels gay.

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

this feels like a reference to 👈👈👈😎👈👈👈 (IS IT. AM I RIGHT. IT IS ISNT IT) but also: LOOK AT CINDER GO. TRYING. BADLY. BUT TRYING. i love her she sucks so much shes such a dumbass. feel the consequences. feel them.

Glynda chided herself; Cinder Fall wasn’t capable of remorse, but she was more than capable of simple math. It seemed the worse she treated Glynda, the worse she herself would feel.

glynda: she’s doing this because it makes her feel better, not me cinder in like idk 20 chapters down the line:

(i guess thats another 👈😎👈 moment but for GOOD REASON)

There was a shift, like Cinder was rolling over, or maybe propping herself up. Was she in bed also? It triggered the remembrance of Glynda’s own physicality, and she turned over as well, searching in the dark for the nightstand and the lamp upon it. The light clicked on. The room brightened. Glynda settled in, ready.

OOOOOH THE PARALLELS. glynda turning the lights off and sinking into darkness and the void versus perking up and sitting up and turning the lights on when talking to cinder!!!!!!! POETIC CINEMA. OOF. OOF. HOW DOES FIFTEEN POINTS OF LOVE TASTE.

“Great! Lovely. Glad to hear it.” Fangs rounded out the words like scissors. A pleasant sense of satisfaction unfurled in Glynda’s chest. “So, once upon a fucking time—”

there were two gays and they were enemies to lovers but didnt know it yet. but they will be.

THATS CHAPTER 14 BABEY!!!!!!!! i LOVED this chap and i can rly feel kc and diesel gearing up for umbraroot. its great being able to like. feel the shift of focus goin on here and im SO ready to see this arc play out. once again offal hunt is the best fic ever made. this is a fact.

#rwby #liveblog #offal hunt #i almost typed 'offal hut' which is not the pizza hut experience i want

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vulpesvulpesjenna · 5 years

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Rank-king; Disney Princesses

Inspired by the Try Guys’ Eugene I want to rank the official Disney princesses in my opinion from worst to best! He made a YouTube video ranking them, and since I disagreed with so many of his decisions, I wanted to make my own list. Justice! So, here is my own list of official Disney princesses from least favourite to my favourite. Like Eugene, I will count Elsa, Anna and Moana as official princesses, even though Disney has them separate.

14. Snow White Snow White, the first Disney princess from 1937 reflects her time’s ideal woman; she’s cheerful, innocent and loves housework. Which is exactly why I dislike her. Her character is built on being cute and virginal, cleaning up the dwarves’ house just because... why does she like cleaning up the filthy home of strangers so much? I don’t know, I just find she lacks personality. She’s simply the embodiment of the “perfect female” of her time, and that irks me more than anything. Blah, she doesn’t have a personality, so she’s my least favourite.

13. Aurora Very much like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty is just a pretty, innocent and virtuous girl. She’s almost an extra in her own movie (I mean, she *is* asleep almost half of the time). I like her design and the fact that she walks around the woods barefooted and is a countryside girl; otherwise she doesn’t have a lot of personality. Her finding her prince is a tad better than Snow White: at least Aurora meets Philip once before he comes along and kisses her while she’s sleeping.

12. Cinderella CInderella’s supposed to be amazingly kind, patient and understanding, and sure, that she is. To the point of being a mat that everyone is welcome to walk over. I think she tries to change her own life a bit more than Snow White or Aurora, but in the end, Cinderella is still dependent on her prince saving her. Otherwise she’s, again, this perfect, virginal woman of her time at the cost of having a personality of her own. At least she has a dream and cute little mouse sidekicks.

11. Ariel I think this is my first truly controversial pick; Ariel is loved by the masses, and people will surely be appalled by my choice. But to be honest, even though I love mermaids and red-haired princesses as much as the next girl, I find Ariel to be a bit of a... brat. I mean, she sees prince Eric from afar once and decides she wants to be with him. She’s even willing to abandon her family for him. Seriously? Not to mention acting very childishly and making some very stupid and outright dangerous life decisions by signing Ursula’s contract. And it very nearly ends in her complete demise! She put her whole family and people in danger just because she felt she was not like the other girls. I know people love her, and I do too, but I can’t fool myself into thinking she’s very smart or mature. Gotta give her props for 1) having a personality and dreams of her own and 2) being imperfect, which is what earlier princesses lack.

10. Jasmine Princess Jasmine is painted to be this rebel in Aladdin. But to be honest, I don’t know if she really is. I like her and I understand her, but again, I wish she was a bit more level-headed. Yes, it is charming how out-of-touch she is having lived in the Palace her whole life, and I do admire her will to explore. I also like how she says what she thinks and doesn’t try to sugarcoat things just because she’s a princess. She has a fighting spirit, which I like. I am a bit bothered by the fact that her most effective weapon against Jafar is her sexuality (nnnggghh), which is one of the reasons she’s this low on my list.

9. Tiana I love Tiana; she’s exemplary in her drive and hard work. But I can’t help feeling like... that’s it? I don’t know, I guess I hope she had something more going on for her. Because at the end of the day I find her to be a little boring. Or I guess she does have personality, but I think it could have been brought up in more interesting ways. It could also be that I’ve only seen The Princess and The Frog like twice. But anyway; she’s great but I kinda wanted something more.

8. Pocahontas I *loved* Pocahontas when I was a kid. She was so graceful, but wild (yeah, yikes...). These days I see the aboriginal-glorifying (also known as racist) undertones in her depiction, and can only cringe. Anyway, she really is a wonderful character none the less; she has wanderlust but also enough maturity to reign it in. She’s curious and non-judgemental. She has a close relationship with nature, which is something that resonates with me personally. She’s wise. She also has flaws; overly independent, reckless etc. I always thought she was a lot older than the character is supposed to be. But yeah, the racism and sexualization can only be escaped so far, which is one of the reasons she’s my number 8.

7. Moana Okay so I’ve only seen Moana once (I know, don’t eat me). From what I remember Moana was a great character; driven, imperfect, brave with a big heart. Anything one can hope for from a Disney princess, really. She really is great. But tbh, her movie just didn’t do it for me. Maui was great, but for example the (other) sidekicks were kinda meh. The music was a bit boring too, IMO. I know I’m alone with my opinion, but this is my list so here we are.

6. Elsa I know she’s really a queen and not a princess, but following Eugene I’ll put her as one of the princesses for the sake of ranking. Elsa is amazing and I relate to her a lot. Comparing her hiding her powers to depression really hit me as someone who’s been struggling with depression for more than 10 years. I get her. She’s very, very imperfect, but also very powerful. I’m pretty sure she’s more powerful than any of the Disney princesses, which is cool as heck. I know she was supposed to be the villain of her movie at first, and honestly I kinda love the sass and confidence and the IDGAF attitude she has at the end of her Let It Go number. She’s also responsible and sensible, which are rare characteristics in a Disney princess (queen).

5. Merida Oh, Merida! Bow-and-arrow wielding, horse-riding, apple-stealing princess with a charming accent! I can’t not love her. She has a lot of the same themes that Jasmine does, but I think they were handled better with Merida. And again, I just love these outdoorsy type princesses. Shes’ capable and determined. She also makes mistakes, even if her mistakes were very frustrating watching the movie. People say Brave didn’t have a real plot or conflict and complain about the Mother Bear thing (yes I’m looking at you Keith of Try Guys), but I disagree. I liked that the movie for once focused on the relationship between a princess and her mom. I’d like to be friends with Merida.

4. Anna Anna is just delightful! Helps a lot that her voiceactor is Kristen Bell, whom I adore. But anyway, I really like Anna; she loves her sister more than anything, she’s brave and willing to face the freezing wilderness to bring Elsa back. SHe’s weird and quirky (though to be completely honest the quirkyness is sometmes a bit forced). Just all around a great gal.

3. Mulan These last three are just arbitrarely in some order; I pretty much love all of them equally. Mulan is like the best female character from Disney ever, period. She’s willing to do anything to save her dad and her country. She’s strong and smart and daring but also sweet and understanding and kind. They succeeded in making her a woman character who possesses a lot of masculine traits without losing her heart, and still being very relatable. Also Mulan is cool as hell. She also has the best sidekick, Mushu.

2. Belle I always get the result of being most like Belle from online quizzes. Because yes, I do have brown eyes and hair (naturally), love books and knowledge, and dream of a brighter future in the great wild somewhere. I related to her ever since I was a child; one of my dreams has always been having a library like Beast’s. Her whole movie is amazingly pretty and has the best music. Also Belle’s Finnish voice (which is the one I heard as a child and still know best) is perfect. Yes, all of this comes down to my personal taste, and I’m not sorry. I love how Belle is a strong female character without being a bad-ass fighter. She does her best for her father, she’s independent, she doesn’t let gossip bother her, she stands up to Beast even though she’s scared, she stands up to Gaston, she stays truthful. These days people like to claim she’s suffering from Stockholm Syndrome; to those believing that, please watch Lindsay Ellis’s video on YouTube on the matter. Also, Emma Watson is not my Belle and I try to pretend the whole live action version never happened.

1. Rapunzel Rapunzel is my idol. She’s crafty and independent and joyful and a dreamer. She’s really imperfect and in my opinion most like a real person out of all the princesses. She’s genuine and wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s amazingly brave, witty and kind of a bad-ass. She breaks out of her narcissistic kidnapper’s grasp. Her romance feels real and organic. I just really think Rapunzel and Tangled as a whole movie are very underrated. Go watch it.

Honorable mentions to non-princesses - Megara from Hercules, one of my favourite films. Meg is great, and rare with her cynicism and world-weary attitude. She’s so cool and I love her. - Kida, who weirdly is the princess of Atlantis but not included in the DIsney princess line? I’ve never understood that. She’s amazing and beautiful and ugh. - other women of Atlantis: The Lost Empire: Helga Sinclair, Audrey Ramirez, love them. It’s seriously such a good, underrated movie - Esmeralda from the Hunchback of Notre Dame, another one of my childhood idols. Rare a Disney woman in that she’s not ashamed of her sexuality, but not dependent on it, either. She kicks ass. - Jane from Tarzan, she’s silly and cute, and so stylish!

I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up!

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sobdasha · 4 years

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not to discourse, but thinking about Ritsu pronouns again

you know, as you do, because you can't exactly ask a fictional character what they would prefer and whether their creator might have been slightly mistaken/confused by societal pressures. And everyone's got such good arguments for why Ritsu might deep down consider himself truly a he, or herself a woman, or themself a nonbinary who-gives-a-crap, or even some kind of combo. Especially given that in the anime reboot Ritsu isn't a joke this time around and isn’t forced to change clothes.

And also, y'know, being a very cis gal I have no stakes in this game, I have nothing to identify with here, so it's not like I can confidently make a forever headcanon.

Anyway in the back of my mind was lingering that thing people have been saying about how, what Takaya really intended, it's some Japanese cultural thing we lack in The West where men who are perfectly content to identify as men and have no desire to identify as anything else will dress in Women's Clothes to get the benefits of not having to act Manly, Assertive, etc. (or at least that was how I understood it, I didn't save any of these posts and I don't think I stumbled upon the right keywords while googling, though I did find some interesting history on genderless kei that was, belatedly, relevant to my thoughts)

And I was just thinking, you know, it's sad that I was kind of side-eying that explanation for why Ritsu would use he/him because that's actually basically the inversion of my favorite thing?

If you have not noticed by now I am, deep down in my soul, a pure misandrist. I am pretty sure I was born disliking and distrusting men, and they have not done anything since in my several decades of life to not reinforce that. (There are plenty of people I happen to not dislike who also happen to be male, but I definitely hate Men.) The point is, everything is better if it's women.

In fact, men would be better if they were just women.

So my favorite anime/manga characters are the bishounen, soft and pretty and effeminate and get mistaken for women and have ~feelings~ like women and maybe even get voiced by women. I'm so here for Mulan and Monstrous Regiment, where girls dress as boys and join the army, and get all the perks of agency that come with being men, and can flirt with the idea of being men, but really deep down underneath are women the entire time and keep this little genderqueer-but-feminine space in themselves afterwards.

My ideal princess is modeled off Eilonwy (and probably some vague conflation of "the game's called Zelda but involves a hero with a sword adventuring in dungeons") with pretty long hair and pretty lovely dresses and okay how fast can I cut this skirt off and bring me a pair of pants and also I need a sword to hack at people with and if you don't let me be one of the boys I'll shoot you with this bow I'm packing.

I first heard the word "lesbian" in some movie and went and looked it up in the dictionary and I recall that I literally asked myself "how do I feel about this?" and I replied "eh doesn't bother me, in fact actually I'm pretty sure these ladies have the right idea here". Elizabeth Swann in Pirates 3? where she gets upgraded to Pirate King with a really cool outfit with pants and those adorable little mary jane shoes, yes. Girls dressing androgynously as men and then flirting with other women dressing as women, me well aware they are both women: god yes.

Ohhhh remember that time I was looking up songs for Guys and Dolls and came across the Takarazuka Revue performing Luck Be A Lady in gorgeous alto, and also just the concept of the Takarazuka Revue, now was that a formative experience or what. Also thank god for Ogata Megumi.

And remember that time I saw a little bit of Sailor Moon and the immediate and only thing I latched onto was the ~cousins~, because somewhere deep down my little heart must have known they were truly lesbians, and I loved the tragic storyline (god it's such a shame I didn't see any farther into the arc because that would have been even more, wow, I would have eaten that up with a spoon), and they were such a perfect pair of androgynous short hair and boys clothes and motorcycle and presumably smooth alto voice, and feminine longer hair and skirts and pretty poised princess. The best of both worlds.

Most recently I had an awkward realization when I found everyone tweeting Queer Book Lists! and people were saying "you know how you read books about women dressing as men for Plot and you wish they had stayed men at the end well congrats, in these books they do" and I was like "oh. oh. Well that's very good and that's great for the characters and I do want to read this but I. Actually don't want that personally? I just want women? I want all the benefits of women taking on men's roles with none of the actual men?? Oh. I feel like a bit of a jerk now."

Any. Anyway. I might have gotten off topic a little there discussing my exact aesthetic tastes but. The point I'm trying to get at is, I like girls. I like androgyny because it tends to read as feminine to me. I like girls that are very traditionally feminine, and I also like girls that are tomboys, and to me when a girl does boyish things that does not make her less of a girl. In fact, a girl who indulges in something that is more ~masculine~ like swords and climbing trees and liking cars and wearing pants and so on, is actually being a girl as hard as she can be.

Anything a girl does that can be construed as masculine makes her more feminine to me. In fact anything a girl does is basically by nature feminine because it is done by a girl? Like I know I'm a cis girl because of all the girly stereotypes I fulfill, but also because of all the girly stereotypes I defy.

Idk if this is just me, if this is the misandry, if this is some weird cis thing, if this is a product of my childhood of Girl Power, what. But it just, if you stop and thing about it, is really truly sad that guys don't have the same thing. That first of all we don't let guys wear skirts, and second of all if a guy did wear a skirt I would not translate it to "a guy being a guy as hard as he possibly can be." Women get to be ~both~ (though not necessarily without people being jerks about it). Men are only allowed to be one (and that one sucks tbh).

So what I'm saying is that if I think about it logically, I should be perfectly capable of accepting that Ritsu can and should present as feminine as much as possible without it contradicting--and in fact with it reinforcing--that Ritsu considers himself to be a boy. That Ritsu is Ritsuing as hard as possible. In fact this is the headcanon I should probably prefer. And also it's sad that I had to have an actual revelation about this just now????

anyway all Ritsu pronouns are valid so long as they are a product of thoughtful consideration of Ritsu

#sobdasha fic adjacent #fruits basket #this is very little actual content about ritsu #and mostly content about how incredibly specific and consistent my tastes have been ever since i was a child

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curtisandlewis · 5 years

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(TO BE TITLED)

Dean/Female OC/Jerry

Not Safe for Work (This fic has explicit sexual content including nudity, explicit description of sex acts and anatomy)

Summary: (1000+ words in progress) Dean and Jerry never consider three to be a crowd. It’s Jerry’s turn to pick the lovely lady and this time he may have outdone himself.

Some Things to Look Forward To: Neck Kissing, Nipple Sucking, Implication Heterosexual intercourse, Implication Manual Sex: Penis, Implication Intercurial Sex, Manual Sex: Vagina, Implication come, Implication Climax, Oral Sex: Vagina, Mouth Fucking

I wrote this for my very good friend Kayley’s birthday and I hope she likes it!

(THIS STORY WILL BE GETTING SEVERAL UPDATES AS I WRITE THEM)

Jerry found the girl this time. Dean knew Violet wasn't going to be typical. Jerry always liked his women to be a bit more… open-minded. They met in her room because of its neutral location. It only took one drink for them to go to the bedroom and start taking all their clothes off. Dean was an expert at not letting his eyes linger on Jerry. He had the boy's curves memorized and would be touching them soon enough.

Violet lay between them. Jerry was to her right kissing her exposed skin. His hand traveled across her stomach and down to her hip.

Dean stayed at her neck until he saw Jerry's mouth move down to her breast. His mouth followed Jerry's and they both licked and sucked the nipple on their side.

Violet arched her back. A moan escaped from her lips.

Dean saw Jerry's hand move from her hip to her inner thigh. He slowly caressed her but didn't cross the line. Dean wished Jerry would cross the line. He loved watching him fuck women. The thought of the bed moving and Jerry's cock pumping deep inside of her made him slightly aroused. His tongue swirled around the peak and he moaned as he closed his mouth over it. Beautiful thoughts of being behind Jerry entertained his mind. He would caress his perfect ass as he slid between his heavenly thighs that made his cock feel at home.

Jerry kissed her chest and his fingers moved from her thigh to crossing that line and petting her.

Violet arched her back at his touch and let out soft moans.

"Paul, rub her breast while I check the oil."

Dean moved his hand to her right side and gently thumbed her nipple while he kissed her left breast.

Jerry inserted his index finger then sucked on it like a lollipop. He liked his women so wet they dripped down their thighs.

Dean could see he was rubbing her. He moved to the woman's neck so she would get the full effect. Dean never understood why Jerry liked doing that. He had fingered plenty of women, what guy hadn't? But when you rub on them like that some of them damn near gush and it gets EVERYWHERE. You have to avoid the wet spot on the sheets and what the fuck were you supposed to do about it all over your hand? Of course, when he did it to Jerry it got all over his hand too but that was different. Jerry did that because he wanted the clit swollen and hard so it was more fun to suck on. Sometimes, he said, it acted just like a cock and come would shoot out from somewhere…That made Dean even less interested.

The girl's moans got louder. "Oh, yeah…right there…" She reminded him of when Jerry gets close.

Dean kissed up to her jaw then her lips. Their mouths opened and she moaned. Dean wasn't sure if Jerry was gonna' do this until she came or if he had other plans. He always liked to take advantage of the fact women could come again and again and again…Still, it was nice enough to kiss her and maybe Jerry liked watching it.

"Don't come yet, sweetheart."

Dean broke the kiss to watch Jerry kiss down her thigh. There he goes. Always face first just like the bit where he pretends Dean's face is a pussy and he even dips his nose in and out. Only Jerry could think of a joke like that. It confused the fuck out of Dean why the Kid liked it so much. He knew a couple of guys that out of desperation for head or some back door action would swallow their pride and give their girl a couple of licks. Jerry, though, would be happy even if the girl didn't do anything in return. Dean never tried it. Women were happy enough to be fucked by him and why screw up something that worked so well?

Violet was occupied enough that Dean could slowly move down her body to where Jerry was. He gave another look to make sure she wasn't in eyesight of what he was doing. He petted Jerry's head. The boy liked to be touched during moments like this. Had he known the girl a little better he would reach under and stroke him or give his balls a nice tug. But touching his hair would have to be enough.

Long ago, Dean figured Jerry's fixation for tasting women was just another one of his many quirks. Now, as he stared down at Jerry's black hair, a sight similar to when he went down on him, he wondered if Jerry was just more of a giving kinda guy. He sure did seem happy when he had Dean's cock in his mouth. His mouth and tongue could do things not even prostitutes did. And he always wanted to know what Dean liked. Did he like it when he touched him here? Should he lick him there? When that boy gave head it was like nothin' else.

Dean's hand moved down to his back. "Atta, Boy." He may never fully understand just what Jerry found so appealing about being headfirst between a woman's thighs but it made his partner happy and that was enough.

Jerry wiped his face, savoring the taste in his mouth. It still felt like Dean was touching him. Strong hands going down his back to his ass with a soft caress and grip. He begged in his mind for Dean to jerk him off when he felt his hands between his thighs. Jerry would have came hard after a few strokes. Violet was damn good. It surprised him that he didn't shoot all over his stomach when she started thrusting her hips and making his tongue fuck her. Nothing made him hornier than a woman who knew how to get hers. And Dean made it even better by holding his head and moving it in the perfect rhythm. They made such a great team even when they weren't on the clock.

Violet was the kind of gal that would ride your face without apology. Women were so easily embarrassed these days it was difficult to find one that would give him that glorious pleasure. Was it impolite to ask for seconds?

"Violet, honey, my partner could use your assistance. It's only fair."

Jerry looked down. He was throbbing and pre come dripped down from his tip.

"You don't have to convince me, Dean. I've been wanting that since the bath tub sketch on The Comedy Hour." She lifted herself up and smiled at Jerry. "You've got a nice cock."

"Thank you. I think he likes you," replied Jerry.

Violet laughed softly. "You're adorable in the most sexy way," she said grabbing his arm. "Let's switch."

"Wait," Jerry said holding her chin in his hand. He brought his mouth to hers and made sure she knew exactly what she tasted like.

Violet bit her lip when they parted. She straddled Jerry when he made himself comfortable in her previous place. "Do you want me to play with your balls before I get started?"

"And during! I'd appreciate it."

"I think I could handle that. Oh, wait! What is Dean going to do?"

"I'll just watch," replied Dean.

"I wouldn't want you to feel left out."

Jerry smiled. He did pick a good one.

"That's okay. I like watchin'."

"You sure? I could stroke you while I'm playing with Jerry. I can't do it while I'm sucking him because it gets pretty sloppy. It's like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time."

"I'm fine," Dean assured her.

"Okay. You gonna take care of yourself, then?"

"Yeah."

"Just don't come on my back. It's distracting. Jerry did me so good I want to give him my full attention."

"You got it."

Violet started rubbing Jerry's thighs. "Is there anything you want me to do while you're watching?"

"Just swallow him good."

Violet turned her attention back to Jerry. "You ready?"

Jerry nodded. He felt Violet gently cup his balls and it relaxed him instantly. Her hand felt so good against him.

I like touching men like this. Is it funny to hear a woman say that?"

"Not at all. What we like in the bedroom is individual to us…oh…that's what makes sex beautiful. I'm guessing you like to give pleasure."

Violet giggled. "Just a little."

"You're definitely good at it." She was massaging him now with exact right pressure. He usually had to teach people to touch him like this. "Violet, what Dean said, do you swallow?"

"Yeah. I can take you all the way in too. I'm guessing you want that," Violet smiled. "You don't have to worry about me. I have experience in this area."

He sure did pick a good one! Pressure was building in his cock and it cried out for to be touched, sucked, anything! Luckily, for him Violet noticed.

"I think we better get to the main event."

Jerry lay back and closed his eyes as Violet's tongue coated the surface of his throbbing cock. She went from base to tip, running her mouth up and down the sides of the shaft. Her lips sweetly kissed the tip and expertly tongued his slit all while touching him the places that people tended to neglect. This was the reason why you should only do this with people who enjoy it. Better yet find someone who loves it. With the pre come mixing with her saliva he hadn't been this wet-so to speak-in years. Her moans were music to his ears and he let all the sensations take over him.

Time passed, Jerry wasn't sure how much when he felt a hand caressing his face. He opened his eyes and saw Dean lying beside him. He kissed his forehead, his nose, then his lips. Jerry loved this part. Their kissing was almost chaste until Jerry brushed his finger along Dean's bottom lip urging them to open. When he tasted Dean's tongue he could also feel Violet moving in the just right pace halfway down his cock. He moaned in Dean's mouth and things got heated. Dean was at his neck, his throat, chest. He thought he would lose his mind when Dean stuck the tip of his tongue in his ear. Jerry cried out like they were riding him both. What will the neighbors think? He did not give a fuck. Jerry whimpered because he needed more from Dean. His hand moved down Dean's stomach, giving him the clue.

Dean got it right away. He kneeled next to Jerry's head and Jerry situated himself so he was eye level with his erection. Mine, Jerry thought as he fisted the cock. Usually he could write entire poems about Dean's body but all the blood had gone from his head. He watched his hand move up and down in wonder. He loved the shape of Dean's cock and how it felt in his hand. No matter how many times he did this or saw Dean do it, watching the pre come almost gush out of his tip fascinated him. Violet's mouth was headed south and Jerry's mouth watered. He didn't give Dean any warning before putting the tip in his mouth. Jerry didn't waste any time. He sucked him until he was halfway in. It felt just like 69 but without all the damn hassle. Violet was working him over so good and Dean always felt amazing in his mouth. He could never quite describe the taste. Only that Paul tasted like Paul and that was his favorite flavor.

Dean's hands went from being in his hair to clutching his shoulders for dear life. Jerry backed off slowly, hoping Dean didn't want him to stop but he did. Jerry kissed the tip and waited for Dean's reaction.

To his surprise Dean began stroking himself and Jerry got a great idea.

Jerry pointed at Dean's erection then to his opened mouth.

Dean gave Jerry a confused look.

Jerry pointed to Dean then pantomimed jerking off. He pointed to himself with an open mouth and just to make it clear jerked his hand in front of it. I WANT YOU TO JERK OFF IN MY MOUTH YOU GREASEBALL

Dean caught on quick and shook his head. He pointed at Violet then turned back to Jerry wagging his finger.

Jerry shrugged. He thought they could get away with it. Violet was pretty busy. She had her hands-er mouth full at the moment. Jerry was all the way in and hit her throat. Good girl….

Their collective moans filled the room. Even Violet's muffled moans could be heard until that final moment when all their voices blended together.

TO BE CONTINUED

#jerrylevitch #Fangirl Fic

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smilingformoney · 5 years

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America’s Most Eligible Diamond Scene: Bond with your Friends

You: If it’s cool with Jen, it’s cool with me! Fatima: Wonderful! I’ve been dying to spend some QT with you cuties. Fiancée: Let’s sneak up to the roof before Omar can catch us.

A short while later, the six of you are gathered up on the roof. Fatima breathes a deep sigh of relief. Fatima: After being cooped up in the mansion all day, it’s so nice to get some fresh air! You: I’m glad, but… I don’t get it, Derek. Why bring us here of all places? Derek: Gimme a second. You watch as Derek rummages around under the table, until… Derek: Aha! Found it. With a flourish, Derek pulls a bottle out from under the table.

-Bottle of port

Mackenzie: You’ve got a secret stash of booze? Nice. Jen: Do I even want to know why you hid this on the roof? Derek: I swiped it from the kitchen at the end of last season. I guess somehow I knew we’d make it back to the mansion… Derek: So I hid this here in case of an emergency. Adam: Well, considering we’re gonna be locked in with Vince and Ivy for the next few weeks… Adam pours six glasses of port, raising his in a toast. Adam: I think this definitely counts as an emergency. You: Are you kidding? This is Vince and Ivy we’re dealing with.

You: We need… -A much stronger drink.

You: No offence, Derek, but I don’t think port is gonna cut it. Mackenzie: She’s right. We need, like a dozen tequila shots. Adam: Plus a bottle of rum. Fatima: And a bottle of champagne! Derek: And a round of sake bombs! You: Now we’re talking. Jen: It’s times like these I’m glad we’ve got the liquor cabinet under lock and key.

-To look on the bright side!

You: We’ve handled Vince and Ivy before. We know all their dirty, underhanded tricks. Adam: You’d be surprised. Vince always manages to pull something unexpected out of his sleeve at the last second… Derek: And who knows what Ivy’s been scheming up since last season? Mackenzie: You guys need to relax. There’s no way Vince and Ivy are gonna throw the wedding of the century. Fatima: I’ll drink to that! Jen: I wouldn’t count them out just yet. After all, America did vote for them to compete against you.

Fiancée/You: You worry too much, Jen. Having Vince and Ivy back is a little stressful, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. Jen: I’m glad you’ve got a good attitude about this, but you’re still gonna need all the support you can get… You: That’s why I have you guys! We’re all here together, just like old times… Best Man: Except some of us are getting married. Officiant: And none of us are getting Eliminated… Maid of Honour: And the finale is the wedding of your dreams! Which, by the way, we should probably start planning. Fiancée: Already? We haven’t even started filming yet! Fatima: All the more reason to get a head start! You: Hang on, Fatima. I thought you were gonna give us the scoop on your secret marriage! Fatima: We’ll get to that, I promise. Right now, I want to daydream about your wedding! Officiant: Be real with us, Jamie. Are you the type of person who’s been dreaming of her wedding since she was little?

You: Honestly? -I’ve been planning it for years!

You: When I was six, my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her, ‘a bride’. You: Not the most ambitious choice, I’ll admit. But I was always a hopeless romantic! Fiancée: I hope our wedding measures up to your expectations. You: I’m marrying you. How could it not measure up?

-I never thought I’d get married.

You: I was one of those people who thought marriage was a total scam… You: If you’d told me five years ago that I’d be getting married on TV, I’d laugh in your face. Fiancée: Well, then. I’m glad I changed your mind. You: You changed everything, Fiancée.

-I always dreamed of what comes after.

You: Don’t get me wrong, weddings are great. But when I was little, I used to imagine what my marriage would be like. You: Having someone who loves me? Being with them every day for the rest of my life? I couldn’t imagine anything better. Fiancée: Jamie… I promise, I’ll help you make that dream come true. You: I’m gonna hold you to that.

Fatima: What about you, Fiancée? Did you have wedding fever when you were young?

-If you’re marrying Jen

Jen: Oh, I don’t know. I was so busy looking forward to my future career, I hardly ever considered getting married. Jen: Though, okay. I did go as a bride for Halloween one year… Jen: And the next year… and the year after that… Adam: You call that ‘hardly considering’?

-If you’re marrying Derek

Derek: Hell yeah, I wanted to get married! I was a sharp-dressed kid. I couldn’t wait for an excuse to wear a tux. Derek: I even had a wedding theme in mind… An Extremely Goofy Movie. Jen: Tell me you’re not serious. Derek: It was the ‘90s! And that movie is a classic.

-If you’re marrying Mackenzie

Mackenzie: Of course. I used to dream about getting married to a prince, on this gigantic sailboat. Mackenzie: There’d be talking dolphins there, and my dad would be swimming in the water, waving his trident… smiling proudly… Derek: Isn’t that the wedding from The Little Mermaid? Mackenzie: Yeah. What’s your point?

You: My fiancée, everyone. Fiancée: Okay. I’ll admit my wedding fantasies were a little out there. Fatima: But that’s exactly my point! When it’s all in your head, your wedding can be as ‘out there’ as you want. Maid of Honour: Exactly! Like, okay… Jamie, in your dream wedding, would you ride in on a dragon, a unicorn, or a centaur? Fiancée: Talk about ‘out there.’ But I have to admit, I’m curious to know Jamie’s answer…

You: I’d ride in on a… -Dragon!

You: Just imagine me soaring through the air on my mighty dragon, blowing kisses at my adoring public… You: And raining fire upon my enemies! Best Man: When did this become a page out of The Crown and the Flame? You: It’s my fantasy, not yours.

-Unicorn!

You: Imagine how regal I’d look in my wedding attire, prancing in on a gorgeous steed… Jen: Help me envision this. Is it a rainbow unicorn? You: Duh. Why would I settle for anything less? Jen: That’s the spirit!

-Centaur!

You: Dragons and unicorns are cool and all, but a centaur would make for better conversation. Officiant: You’d have to offer him a seat at the wedding, though. Maybe even make him a part of your wedding party. You: Two words, my friend. Centaur. Bowtie. Officiant: Your imagination is an incredible place.

Fatima: Jamie’s certainly got a colourful outlook on her wedding, but we’re forgetting the most important thing. Fatima: After all, what’s the point in daydreaming if we’re not talking about the bride’s outfit? Officiant: Yeah, Jamie! What do you imagine yourself wearing as you walk down the aisle? You: If I had my way…

You: I’d walk down the aisle in… -Romantic vintage!

You: In my opinion, wedding attire should be classic. Even better if it’s handed down through the family. Fatima: I love this for you. I can just picture you in delicate white lace and vintage Chanel accessories…

-Cutting-edge couture!

You: I’m talking wedding chic. When I’m walking down the aisle, I wanna make a statement! Fatima: I wholeheartedly agree. Your wedding should be a mini runway show!

-Jeans and a T-shirt…

You: If I’m being honest, I’d rather be comfortable than look good. Fatima: I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.

Fiancée: I’d be on board with that. You look great in whatever you wear, Jamie. Maid of Honour: Honestly, I’ll just be thankful if you don’t force me to wear a hideous bridesmaid dress. Fatima: I didn’t even have bridesmaids at my wedding. Between all my cousins and gal pals, it would’ve been a headache to choose! You: Finally opening up about your wedding, huh? Now’s my turn to ask the questions.

You: I wanna know… -What you wore down the aisle!

You: You’re AME’s maven of style. How could I not be curious about your dress? Fatima: Hon, it was beautiful. Sexy, but tasteful. White satin with baby blue detailing… Fatima: And the tiara I wore has been passed down in my family for generations! You: You must’ve looked gorgeous. Though, to be fair, I’d expect nothing less from you.

-When you got married!

You: All this time I’ve known you, I had no idea you were even married! How long have you been keeping this under wraps? Fatima: We were both twenty-two when we got married! Right out of art school. He was one of the only men in my program. You: So, you’ve been married for how long, exactly? Fatima: Nice try. A lady never reveals her age!

-Who you’re married to!

You: I need to know what kind of person could get you to settle down! Fatima: Well, his name is Ramin. He moved to New York from London to learn to do practical effects for movies… Fatima: He’s devastatingly handsome, but more importantly, he keeps me grounded. And he appreciates my eclectic style. You: Sounds like a perfect match to me.

Fatima smiles wistfully, gazing across the horizon. Fatima: I’ve been happily married for what feels like forever now. I wish you two the same kind of future. You: Fatima… thank you. Having your blessing means a lot. Fiancée: Yeah, you’re part of the AME family. It wouldn’t feel like our wedding without you. Fatima: You have me, one hundred percent. And, more importantly, you have a wedding party that would do anything for you! Officiant: She’s right, Jamie. No matter what this competition throws at you, we’ll be there. Maid of Honour: And we’ll do whatever we can to help you win that grand prize! Officiant: We’ve got this, Jamie. There’s no way Vince and Ivy will beat you while we’re on your side. +50 You: Thanks, guys. You’re the best friends a woman could ask for. Derek takes a long, slow sip of port, his eyes twinkling as he gazes around the rooftop. You: Penny for your thoughts? Derek: It’s nothing. I just can’t believe this is our last season on AME. Mackenzie: Frankly, I can’t believe it’s Adam’s last season. What is this, number three? Adam: This is season number four for me, actually. Pretty sure they won’t let me come back for a fifth. Jen: Speak for yourselves. I don’t plan on leaving this place for a long time. Fatima: You can count on Jen and me to be here for as long as they’ll have us! You: And we wouldn’t have it any other way. The six of you smile at each other, then gather your things and head downstairs for filming.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices ame #choices america's most eligible #america's most eligible

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isabelslightwoodsss · 6 years

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I recently noticed that I got my first hundred of followers, which is honestly dope and surprising as hell too. I never expected to even have more than two to be honest and even less to have met all these wonderful people. Because I don't have the time or the talents to do something, I decided to do a kind of follow forever post where I'll talk about my favorite people on this Tumblr. (Let's just hope that Tumblr don't mess with the tags)

PEOPLE THAT I LOVE

@quaking084: I cannot talk about my friendship on Tumblr without mentioning you or Zoe tbh. I don't remember how we interacted for the first time, but I'm forever grateful it happened. You're one of the sweetest and kindest bean I have ever met who's always here to listen to my rambles about my life or my ex or crying over my shows. You're so supportive and amazing and I definitely don't deserve you but I'm so glad that you're in my life. You're honestly my favorite people, one of my most beautiful encounter on this site. Laura, I love you so much and I'm forever grateful to have the chance to be your friend. You're smart, and funny, and hella talented and you're definitely an MVP here. I know I can count on you, even when I'm at my worst and I just feel so lucky. Anyway, I love you babe and I swear that I'll visit you and your country one day too. (but I also Lowkey hate you because I know that you will break my heart with angst into). I just love that we get along so fine.

@beacon-hills-chance-harbor: Zoe, I cannot not talk about you when mentioning people that I love. You're such a babe that I'm happy to call friends and who deserves the entire damn world. Your kind and wonderful and warm and you always know how to make me feel good. Since I met you, you never been anything but supporting, when I talked about my writing, when I was shittier than I ever been, you have always been there and supported me. I never met someone this sweet and sensational cause Zoe is my favorite Irish girl. I just love you so much and I could ramble for hours about how lovely you are, how talented you are (CAUSE YES YOU ARE TALENTED AS FUCK BABE), how much I love everything you do. You're a truly a queen of angst who breaks my hearts (leave Caoihme and Liam happy pills) but I would still love more and ready to fight for tho.

@rhaenystargaryen411: Ariella aka one of the sweetest and lovely person I met. You're always so thoughtful of people, always nice and kind to anyone and lifting people up. You're literally an angel ready to listen to anyone about anything. I love all our crossovers forever, you know that, but I also love your talents. You amaze me every time either with your writing or your edit, you put everything you have in it and it's just making the result even more amazing. I'm glad to call you friends cause you're literally everything that I want to be and look up for: smart, kind and gentle. I'm just so glad we talk, that I'm lucky to talk to you. Honestly, you're a cinnamon who's truly underrated for me. I just appreciate you very much, love.

@petrovalvst: Ananya, we haven't talked that long, but it doesn't stop the fact that you're one of my favorite people ever. I love to talk about how Skeet is hot, about how much Bucky Barnes deserved better and that Seb is fine as hell. I love how supportive you are for me. There's not literally a day where you didn't make me smile because of how adorable with me, where you didn't support me. I just love talking to you and I love the person you are. You truly deserve the best.

@chlobenet: Ally, Ally, where do I start?? You're one of the first people I met on this site and I never regretted to start talking to you. In my eyes, you were intimidating cause your stories were amazing and your edit blown my minds, but I just discovered a sweet and kind bean. You're supportive of everyone on Tumblr, you're always ready to talk about ocs, or even people. You're truly a pearl and never doubt about it. Plus, let's be real, I'm just a big fan of your sass and you're relatable as hell and I just love it very much. Like, you're an angel combined with a an infinite amount of sass and wit and I love it very much.

@maddspetsch: Erin or one Tumblr's baby and one of the most adorable and loving people on Tumblr. I remember that we started to talk because you made a whole beautiful manip and then we just keep talking about hours to. You're caring, always supportive and so smart and I just love you cause you're an amazing person?? I know we don't talk that much these days, but I still be a big fan of you and loving you and you're just a neat person who deserves way more recognition. An angel who breaks my heart too with all her angst (like pools, let my babies be happy for once) and I would literally die for any girl of the Girl Pack or Colton Greene or Hailey Rivers. You're talented, and I'm always amazed by your works or your story ideas. You're truly the best kind of girl and you deserve everything that happened to you. I'm super glad you graduated babe, congrats and I'm pretty sure you'll nail it at college!

@itscapokaybye: Helena is an amazing bean who deserves a ton of love cause she's truly MVP. We don't talk very much, but it doesn't change the fact that I love how sweet and nice you are. You're strong as hell and I really look up at you cause your fighter for me, you're a strong gal and I just admire you?? Apart from that, you really gentle and lovely to people and I just love your writing. Your words are always right and powerful and let me tell you that I love Charlie Rogers and I want her to be happy.

@moirei: Rei, I know that I've been pretty shitty when it comes to respond, but it doesn't stop me from liking very very very much. Like, I literally love Carter Merlyn more than everything and she absolutely needs to be protected from you and your angst, truly. I just love how I can talk to you so easily and about everything. Especially when it comes talk about my passion for dctv and raging against how Arrow is fucked up too, I love talking about you, and I very appreciate you.

@abcbarricadeboys: Jess, I'm just a big fan of you. You're really nice and kind to people, you're talented and have an amazing taste. Like, could you be less perfect?? I know we don't talk that much, but everytime you do, I just love it cause you're so easy to talk to. Honestly, you're one of the best people out there and I just wish you luck with everything you do!

PEOPLE I LIKE AND ADMIRE IN A CORNER:

@wild-stdreams: Well, it's isn't really a surprise, but I'm a big fan of you Rosie (and Paroxysm and your friendship with Ally which is #g o a l s.). You really seem sweet and funny and sassy and supportive, a true angel tbh. You're being talented and I just think that you're one of the most talented people actually. So your personality which seems hell goals and your talents make your highkey goals but also amazing?? Anyway, I'm just a fan and I wish I had the nerve to come and talk to you (but I'll probably bore you to death though). Seeing Paroxysm or any of your creations or ocs are always great, it clear my skin and add me ten years in my lifespan so thank you very much for basically existing and being talented as hell.

@sweetpca: Lee, you already know how talented I found you are. You're unapolegictly yourself and that's really refreshing to see someone who's confident in herself and give zero fuck to haters or what people think. You're very talented and you always made bombs characters (Cal is so precious and I love her), you're basically a writing goals. I just think that you're great and deserves so much love cause you're literally a sassy sweet bean with a bomb ass personality.

@fraysquake: Georgie aka the Queen of Angst. You're really adorable and caring person and I admire how much you pursue your dreams, it's really something admirable and I'm pretty sure that you'll have a big career cause you nail nearly everything. I'm also very admirative of your writing and your story. Daughters of Nemeton are truly one of the best stories/series I ever read and I just wanted to thank you for writing this fic. I love Gen and Ari more than anything and I would totally be ready to kill for them. I just think you're a neat and outstanding person and I just love to see all your works/fic on my dash and I just loves to see all your works/fic on my dash, you have no ideas.

@whittymores: Let me tell you that I love EVERYTHING you posts and your ocs are always on the point. I truly look up for you and think that you're a kind and nice sould. I'm pretty that Alex is one of my aos ocs and that she and Lincoln will be the death of me.

@hennigshelleys: You're a very supportive person, very talented and the best part in it is that you seems very sweet, warm and kind. I just love how you lift people up, how you're dedicaced to all your stories and your talents. You're always willing to share and help people and that's very nice to see how you support authors or simply people. I look forward to read all your stories tbh and Sara Riley will always have my heart tbh. You're talented and kind and I just love it !

#one hundred follower celebration #ines rambles

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smokeybrand · 2 years

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Bathwater

You know, the thing that i absolutely adore about this A24 adaption of MacBeth, aside from the absolute pedigree of the production itself, is the fact that Frances Mcdormand is age appropriate for Denzel Washington. I cannot tell you how frustrating it is to see this damn near geriatric leading men, giving it to f*cking teenagers. Like, in Training Day, Denzel had Eva Mendes playing his wife. Mans is nineteen years older than she is. I get that he's Denzel and King Kong ain't got sh*t on him but for real? Chick as hot as Eva is really about to let a motherf*cker old enough to be her father, put a baby in that? Word?

Like, this sh*t legit chaps my ass, man. I know that it doesn’t matter because it’s all make believe or whatever but seriously, seeing that nonsense takes me right out of the goddamn movie. Daniel Craig and Lea Seydoux are paired up in the last Bond flick and they have a seventeen year gap. Back in Casino Royale, the production did a little better pairing Bond with Vesper, portrayed by an Eva Green only twelve years Craig’s junior but even then, it grosses me out. Everyone is always “they’re adults” or “it’s juts a movie” or whatever else but, seriously, what the f*ck? If i were to, as a thirty-seven year old man, date a f*cking eighteen year old, I'd look like a whole ass pedophile. But it’s okay, she’s eighteen. She’s barely legal. Its not weird at all but it really, really, is.

Gal Godot was the love interest for The Rock in Red Notice. They have a thirteen year gap. Jodie Comer was the love interest for Ryan Reynolds in Free Guy. Comer is younger than i am! She’s f*cking twenty-eight! Reynolds is a whole ass forty-five year old man! I can legit keep going. The list is long and absurd. What ain’t on that list is the reverse. You almost never see an uncomfortable age gap with the woman on top. Ans when you do, it’s the focus of the entire f*cking narrative. Stella Got Her Groove Back. The Reader. Bull Durham kind of but not really. Notes on a Scandal. Harold and Maude. It’s a whole f*cking plot device when the roles are reversed but little more than an afterthought the other way. It’s just so f*cking frustrating to see.

I understand that Hollywood is full of sh*t. They sell superficiality and escapism catered toward a very specific, very male, audience. But, at the same time, its f*cking dumb. Why do women have a shelf life and dudes don’t? I, personally, would still drink Susan Sarandon’s bath water and i know several other dudes, a few younger than me, who would do the same. I don’t know any women my age who thing Mel Gibson is attractive enough to get into their pants. Or Leonardo DiCaprio for that matter and yet, whenever they are cast in a lead to a film, they’re love interest a whole ass toddler by comparison. Like, Scarlett Johansson is one of the baddest women on the planet and she’s already getting cast as the “mother” in films. Chick is just thirty-seven! How do you relegate Scarlett f*cking Johansson to the matron supporting role?

I jut wish there was party in cinema. It’s rare but when it does occur, i like to celebrate. Carrie Anne-Moss and Keanu Reeves in the Matrix films. Chris Evans and Hayley Atwell in the MCU. Actually, the MCU is really good for that sh*t. Almost every major romantic pair is age appropriate. I said almost. That RDJ/Gwyneth Paltrow exchange was a little much for my tastes but she wasn’t around much so i gave it a pass. Charlize Theron and James McAvoy in Atomic Blonde. Interestingly enough, Charlize is the older of the two. Technically, Sophia Butella was the love interest in that one but even that relationship was close enough to not be super f*cking creepy. Why is it so difficult to cast actors who are close enough in age to have realistic, believable, relationships? You can still be hot one you cross fifty if you have a vagina. Again, Susan Sarandon bath water. It’s okay to pair your already unrealistically hot actors, people who are attractive professionally, in age appropriate pairings.

I am one hundred percent as okay with Dev Patel and Ana de Armas hooking up in a goofy romantic comedy, as i am with Oscar Issac and Jessica Chastain hate f*cking their way through a sexy thriller a la Basic Instinct or Helen Mirren giving Bryan Cranston the old Mrs. Robinson. It’s fine to portray these relationships onscreen and, to be honest, i think it would enrich a lot of these sub-par narratives. Maybe add a little substance to all that superficiality. I’m an old man. My chick is only two years younger than i am. I’ve had twenty-somethings crush on me at work. I’ve had forty-something push up on me in public. I understand that these wonky ass relationships exist in real life but i legit don’t think they are a prolific as Hollywood portrays them to be. Cats are pushing for more accurate representation in our media. There’s been an influx of queer, people of color, and a focus of female leads. Where are my realistic and age appropriate relationships? How are these absurd paring still okay?

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