#what the potentials should’ve been doing all season

[charmedbuffy]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer 7.02 | Beneath You

I thought you were xander’s ex-girlfriend. I am.

#so much to unpack here #what the potentials should’ve been doing all season #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvsedit #spuffy #xanya #spander #spike x anya #buffy summers #xander harris #spike #anya jenkins #lexbtvs

[fyodorloveclub]

STOP.

✸ pairing: lovecraft x afab ada!reader

✸ cw: VERY DARK CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI. tentacles, noncon, oviposition (eggs), choking, womb fucking.

✸ notes: breedtober fic 5! mentioned but this takes place during season 2 and the guild conflict, reader is in the ADA. easily the nastiest thing ive ever written! proceed with caution and/or have fun :)

✸ wc: 1.3k (im sick)

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DISCLAIMER: i do not condone noncon in any way, shape, or form. this is just fiction with no reflection of real life. there are tentacles. please refrain from leaving hate comments, and just unfollow/block. or simply scroll away. thank u!

You should’ve never, ever underestimated him. He might’ve seemed aloof, fatigued, and uninterested in anything but completing a day’s work, but it was all just a façade. How could you be so stupid? To write this eldritch monster, H. P. Lovecraft, off as harmless and unthreatening was the worst mistake you could’ve made. Following closely behind choosing to walk the streets of Yokohama alone at night as an ADA detective while the conflict with The Guild had yet to be resolved, and all the members of said organization were still at large.

“Please- please!” you cried out, tears in your eyes as you were being dragged into a dark alleyway by the man with the ability no one could fathom or understand. The one not even Dazai could nullify and put up a good fight against Chuuya’s corrupted state. “Let me go! Please!”

“Please stop talking,” Lovecraft deadpanned, sounding as bored and indifferent as he would if you had only asked him what time it was. His face was completely expressionless in the most terrifying way. “I just want this done.”

Despite his wishes, you still continued to thrash in his oddly strong arms – you never would’ve guessed based on his general appearance, another mistake – even as he pinned you down facedown against an abandoned dumpster and tugged your pants down. You couldn’t see it but you could hear it – the way his arm that wasn’t holding you down transformed from human skin and bone to… something else. Something green, wet, and slimy. A tentacle. One that was currently slithering down the back of your panties and poking at your hole.

"Why are you doing this?” you wailed, coiling away from the disgusting, horrifying feeling of the appendage attempting to touch your sex.

“It’s mating season,” is all he offers, as if it’s the most obvious explanation in the world. The one hand that he’d been using to hold you down had now morphed into four tentacles, each restricting you so tightly you started wondering if fighting was completely useless.

“Why me?” was your next question.

“I’d really prefer it if you eliminated any and all speech.”

As if to really drive his point home, potentially to even punish you, the tentacles wrapped even tighter around your limbs before the one most precariously located penetrated you hard. As thick as a soda can, the slimy tentacle made you scream at the top of your lungs. You could feel the way your poor, unprepared pussy was stretched so tight around the girth it felt like you were about to tear. Never mind the way it squirmed and wiggled further and further into your cunt, pulsing and writhing until it reached your cervix.

You screamed and cried and wailed desperately until Lovecraft got so sick of it, he formed another tentacle to curl around your throat and mouth, choking and gagging you.

The man, if he could even be called that, maintained his bored, uninterested appearance even as he restrained, choked, and fucked you with his ability. The tentacle wasted no time in further violating your cunt, picking up a painful rhythm as it thrust in and out of you, reaching all the way to your cervix each and every time. Your legs trembled and slime leaked steadily out of your hole onto the concrete ground – at least there was lubrication.

Despite your violent protests and pleading for it all to stop, it would be a lie to say it didn’t feel… good. That the way this monster fucked you didn’t stretch you so deliciously, that the tapered tip of the tentacle didn’t flick against your sweet spot continuously. That was the only reason Lovecraft loosened the grip on your mouth – to let you moan. And moan you did.

“Feel good?” he smirked, the curls of his lips the first sign of emotion he had shown all night.

“Please- ngh- please stop!” you cried out, words forcibly interrupted by a hearty moan as he angled the tentacle slightly differently, having somehow perfectly zeroed in on your sweet spot. “Fuck!”

It was made even worse when yet another tentacle slithered close, curling around your waist and underneath you. You were unsure of its purpose only for a moment, until it began tracing your slit and massaging your clit.

“Stop!” you whimpered, screwing your eyes shut and banging your fist against the rusted metal of the garbage bin. The echoes of the warping metal only slightly drowned out your moans of pleasure. Lovecraft’s smirk only grew – he didn’t need your consent, but a willing partner was always easier to breed.

“Just let it feel good,” he sighed, stretching the tentacle inside you even wider.

“N-never,” you groaned, though it really, really felt good. Now both slime and slick were dripping out of your hole, a nasty mixture that ran down your thighs and pooled in your pants that were still bunched around your knees.

You had gotten so lost in the terribly intoxicating feeling of getting fucked alongside it rubbing your clit that you had completely forgotten about the breeding comment he had made – but Lovecraft didn’t.

“You should be ready soon,” he hummed, eyeing the size of the appendage buried in your pussy and attempting to gauge its size in reference to the egg.

“R-ready? For w-” your question was answered before you were even able to finish asking it. The reason why he wanted to get you to feel good, to loosen up. For the eggs.

A bloodcurdling screech penetrated Lovecraft’s ears, loud and disturbing enough that he actually frowned, once the first egg passed through the appendage and reached your hole.

“What is that?”

He had maybe slightly underestimated the size of the egg, as your body seemed to be resisting it much more than he thought it would – it’d been a bit since he’d done this. He had to form multiple extra tentacles for this part of the process; one to shut you up once again so he could concentrate, two to spread your thighs as wide as possible to allow for easiest entry, and a few more to keep you more still. A moving target was much harder to hit.

The first egg still remained lodged in your pussy, struggling to push past the ring of muscle so it could exit the tentacle and insert itself into your womb. With stimulation coming from every which direction, you hadn’t even noticed the way the very tip of the tentacle had slithered past your cervix and directly inside your uterus.

“Fucking- take it,” Lovecraft groaned frustratedly, spreading your cheeks painfully wider to pry your pussy open, until finally the egg was able to pass through. If able to pass your lips, your screams likely would’ve shattered windows. The worst part was the egg forcing its way through your cervix and nestling happily inside your womb.

But the absolute worst part of it all? This felt good, too.

There was something so horrifically enticing, so disturbingly erotic about a mysterious eldritch being stuffing its eggs deep inside you, depending on you to carry and incubate them. And those were the thoughts that unfortunately filled your head as he fucked eggs into you one by one, your tummy distending with each addition.

It even filled your head as you lay half naked against the dumpster, back against a brick wall once Lovecraft had relieved himself of all his eggs and abandoned you in that alleyway.

You could hear Kunikida calling your name with fear and fervor in the distance, clearly having found out you were attacked, but all you could do was rub your abnormally round belly and giggle almost drunkenly as you replayed those moments over and over in your mind – how could you have gotten so lucky?

#lovecraft x reader #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs smut #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #my words

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Headcanons: Jordan Li with Streamer!fem reader

A/N: This character has a chokehold on me just like they do everyone else. Also, I don't claim to own this character nor the gifs, I just had this idea for a scenario.

Notes: 1116 word count and some swearing.

You never thought that your stream you started out of boredom during high school would take off but by the time you got to GOD U, you were always on the Top Ten Streamer list on V-TV.

 Your content ranged from wholesome gaming, collabs with other creators, and commentary on popular videos or media. Emma, Marie, Luke, Cate, and Andre had all been featured at least once but your oldest friend, Jordan, was hesitant.

“I don’t want a bunch of weird strangers knowing who I am,” they muttered when you tried to convince them to join for the millionth time.

You pouted, “Jordan, that’s what the mods are for. Anyway, it’s a risk you’re going to have to take as a supe anyway, right?” They were reluctant to admit you were right and after bribing them with Olive Garden, grumpily sat next to you as you set up your stream the following night.

“Try to look a little more enthusiastic,” you teased as you adjusted your cameras to frame you and Jordan well.

“It’s hard when I’m still hungover,” they griped. Despite their mood, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you clicked on the big green “start” button and sat down in your custom gaming chair.

“Hi everyone, welcome back! Today, I have a very special guest who taught me almost everything I know about gaming,” you chirped, pulling Jordan’s chair closer to your side. “This is Jordan.”

Almost immediately, your chat started going crazy. “Who’s the hot guy?” “That’s your friend???!!!” “I knew I should’ve tried harder to get into GOD U.”

Jordan’s eyes widened at the response, and they sat up a little straighter and waved. “Hi everyone and yes, I am Y/N’s friend, and I did teach her everything she knows about gaming.” You elbowed them in the side playfully. “Not true!” “Before me, she didn’t even know what T-posing was.”

You playfully smacked their arm and shook your head. “Shut up. Anyway, tonight I am wearing my cozy sweatshirt because it is spooky season and to celebrate, we will be playing Outlast and Jordan is here in case I faint from fear and emotional support.” Jordan snorted, “You’re playing Outlast when you couldn’t finish FNAF?”

The night was filled with screaming and panic from you while Jordan mostly laughed at your pain and tried to give directions.

“Go left! No, the other left!” They shouted. “I panicked!”

Throughout the gameplay, the chat was bombarding you both with comments and donations. “Cherrypickednightmare gifted 50 subs and said, ‘Please give Jordan their cut’,” Jordan read. “Thank you for the subs! What cut? This is my channel, Jordan is a guest. They are here as a friend,” you said without taking your eyes off the screen.

“I don’t think you did this well with anyone else on the channel, I think I should be compensated,” Jordan teased. “Your pay is my friendship and potentially more Olive Garden.”

With that statement, your subscribers sent more “gifts” and subs as you continued playing. “Mikeysleftfoot said, ‘For the Olive Garden fund,” Jordan chuckled. “Yes, chat, for only 9.99 a day, you can provide Jordan with a week’s worth of Olive Garden even though they only eat the breadsticks, but someone needs to order something so no one gets kicked out,” you teased in a fake serious voice.

Jordan seemed to have too much fun interacting with chat while you were avoiding being attacked by zombified asylum patients. “WHY DID I COME INTO THIS HOSPITAL ALONE WITHOUT A WEAPON? I’M A JOURNALIST AND NO ONE KNOWS I’M HERE!” you screamed while frantically trying to get your character to run away from the giant patient. “Y/N, Viledeeds87 wants to know how we met.”

“NOT NOW!” But you died in-game seconds later and huffed. “We met in kindergarten,” you stated. “No, preschool.” You burst out laughing, “My bad, I lumped the years together. We were on the playground, I got a splinter from the swing set, and Jordan walked me to the nurse’s office.” “I’ve been looking out for her clumsy ass since.”

After that night, your friendship with Jordan and Jordan themselves became a hot topic on your channel. “Someone said, ‘Why is Jordan so daddy?’ Relax, chat, or else I will not bring them back on the channel. Their head’s gonna get too big from your thirst,” you joked.  

Surprisingly, Jordan loved the attention, especially the reactions they could get out of you because of the attention.

“I should write up a contract to make sure I’m getting my proper royalties,” Jordan suggested mindlessly during a study session.  “You know I have a team of lawyers, right?” “Scared they’ll agree with me?”

But when your merch collection came out, Jordan was the first to model and post about it on social media. Their appearances on the channel were regular and fueled more engagement on your streams, which your management loved.

Your other friends offline couldn’t help but comment on it either, with Andre only being a little jealous of the attention Jordan got while Luke and Cate couldn’t be more supportive.

Emma and Marie proudly shipped you and Jordan. “You’re so cute together, I mean, it’s giving frenemies and will-they-won’t-they at the same time!” Emma insisted. “No way, there’s nothing there. Jordan’s my best friend and it makes sense that we would have decent chemistry.” “I may not be super experienced in this area but, they do not look at you like a friend, on stream and off,” Marie commented.

You thought your younger friends were nuts. If there was anything between you and Jordan, you would be the first to know. Sure, you occasionally got butterflies around them when they smiled in either form and you regularly bought things or sent them pictures of something that reminded you of them. But all best friends do that, right?

Then one night, when you should’ve been studying, you were scrolling on social media when you stumbled across fan compilation videos of you and Jordan. While a lot of them were funny, a few of them were on the shipping side.

For the first time, you saw how Jordan’s big brown eyes softened when you weren’t looking at them and how they were so quick to pull you in their lap when you tried to storm off in a rage-quit. Was this how they always acted around you?

As you raked your brain, you began to remember several moments where Jordan acted a little more than a friend to you but at the time, you brushed it off. Did this mean they liked you? Did this mean it was finally okay for you to admit how you feel?

#jordan li #jordan li headcanons #jordan li x reader

[faramirsonofgondor]

I hate that Ted is portrayed as a kind, caring, good coach. I’m not saying he hasn’t been kind or caring to the team and others, but I hate a lot of the decisions he makes. He’s such a non-confrontational person, to the point where he never addresses the problems the team has, which is a part of being a coach. He’s supposed to manage the team, which means making sure the team dynamic runs smoothly and the players aren’t having any problems. Yet he tasks Roy, who has shown himself to be an emotionally stunted, angry person, with making sure Colin and Isaac stop bothering Nate and getting Jamie’s attitude in check. And then he repeatedly tries to force Roy and Jamie into bonding with each other, treating Jamie like he’s the antagonist in the situation (which he sometimes is) despite the fact that Roy is in a clear position of power over Jamie and Roy himself doesn’t exactly treat Jamie with respect or kindness.

He lets Jamie’s behavior build up, and tries to get Jamie to like him and sweet talk him into behaving (the whole ‘ur such a good player but ur one of 11’ speech). Then, when Jamie still continues with his bad behavior, he gets into Jamie’s personal space and yells in his face while towering over him in front of the team . Even though Ted didn’t know about Jamie’s father, this was still a completely inappropriate course of behavior. If one of my coworkers was being rude and messing up the workplace dynamic and I saw my boss yell in their face like that, I would be immediately heading to HR. And when Ted benches Jamie after Roy tries to attack him??? Yes what Jamie did was fucked up but Roy was acting like a fucking dickhead too. And it was probably sending mixed messages to Jamie, because there Ted was acting all nice and kind and being placating about Jamie’s attitude, then suddenly Jamie’s being benched and then Ted’s yelling at him with no warning. Like if Ted has just said from the beginning that Jamie’s behavior was unacceptable and if he kept acting like a ball hog and a bad teammate then he would be benched, I think Jamie would’ve probably stopped acting like a fucking prick. But instead of setting clear boundaries, he avoided the issue and then had an outburst when he wasn’t getting the results he wanted.

It doesn’t just happen in season 1 either, there are moments scattered throughout the whole show where Ted ultimately fails to do his job and act like an actual boss to the team. I understand, in part, that some of this is probably caused by toxic masculinity and ‘sports culture’ but it still doesn’t excuse his actions, or inactions. He lies about Jamie coming back (even if it wasn’t technically a lie at the time), then he does nothing to help Jamie adjust to being back on the team while everyone hates him (the ‘Led Tasso’ bit was not an appropriate form of help). He brings Roy back as a coach, then does nothing about Roy’s unprofessionalism and refusal to coach Jamie. He doesn’t even offer any meaningful advice to Jamie about it. It shouldn’t have been a situation that Jamie had fix by himself. Ted, as the one in charge, should’ve pulled Roy aside and talked to him about it (it irks me to this day that pulled Roy aside about Trent but not about Jamie). He doesn’t say anything about Nate, who revealed private information to the press, and allows Nate to keep coaching. Like did he not even think about the fact that Nate could’ve potentially told the press information about other people on the team???

And then in Season 3 he ignores Jamie’s complaints about Zava, and lets the entire coaching staff insult and belittle him for being worried about the team’s dynamic. He ignores the fact that Jamie was right about the dynamic getting messed up. He never apologizes or acknowledges it after Zava leaves either. When Isaac went after that homophobe, he just told Isaac to chill out and not take it seriously when Isaac was legitimately upset, once again ignoring the issue and focusing on the wrong thing. If someone I knew had attacked someone who was shouting slurs at them, telling them they fucked up while they were still clearly upset wouldn’t be my first, nor my second, nor third or fourth or fifth reaction. AND AFTER EVERYTHING TED HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL JAMIE TO FORGIVE HIS FATHER???? Like I understand it was Jamie’s choice to contact his dad and that Ted never told him too, but did Ted literally just never once consider the fact that the advice he was giving him might put him in danger? Not even just physically, but mentally as well?

I just think Ted is so focused on trying to keep people happy that he misses the fact that sometimes you have to confront and feel your negative emotions in order to get to the core of a problem.

I just hate it when media portrays characters a certain way, to the point where they’re practically shouting ‘look at him, he’s so nice and kind and he’s never done anything wrong’ and then have the character make shitty decisions and never resolve or confront the mistakes they made?? They never get any consequences??

That being said, I don’t view Ted as a completely horrible or evil person either, just someone with a lot of flaws that I wish were more acknowledged. He can be a good person and he has helped some of the people on the team, but he’s also hurt them in some ways and that’s never really addressed.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #sam obisanya #isaac mcadoo #forgiveness #child abuse #media #character analysis #plot analysis

[aziraphales-library]

Hullo lovely people! Wonderful work as per usual; I hope you guys have recovered somewhat from the devastation of the S2 Finale....because I have not. 😭😭😭 Do you happens to have a list of fix-it recs? And if you haven't, I would like to toss TheBobblehat's 'Revelations' into the ring!

Hi! Here are some series two fix-it fics for you...

and now that i know (i wish you'd left me wondering) by angelwiththebluebox (T)

It had been 4 weeks, 3 days and 21 minutes since Aziraphale walked into that elevator. Not that Crowley was counting. Because he wasn’t.

A Proper Apology by cyankelpie (G)

A series of phone calls following the end of season two, in which an angel learns to apologize.

the human custom of wrong love by pinklemonades (T)

He supposes he should’ve seen it coming from the moment they met in the garden when their lives became inextricably intertwined to the point of mutually assured destruction if either of them tried to leave. (or in which Aziraphale realizes that Heaven will never care for him the way he wanted them to, Crowley can’t figure out why he can’t let go and leave as easily as Aziraphale did, and the two lovers realize they need to learn how to love without hurting)

Separate Ways by Fire_Traveller (T)

After Aziraphale returns back to Heaven to take on Gabriel's job, Crowley is left behind with the shattered pieces of his life and his heart. He tries to adjust, but it doesn't go all that well. Muriel tries their best to offer support, but in the end, it takes Aziraphale and a proper talking to each other to patch up the broken pieces...

there's something so lonesome, something so wholesome by sherashalala (G)

Muriel has been appointed as the assistant bookshop keeper of A.Z. Fell and Co., and they like to think that they're doing a very good job at it. Especially if Muriel has been actively been coordinating with both of their bosses-- Mr. Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley. Secretly to the people of London, Muriel is an Angel! (Nina and Maggie know that Muriel is no human) And being an Angel, Muriel can feel Love in the bookshop. So much of it. So much whenever either of their Bosses come and go. Obviously, as an Angel who has the best interest of their boss in mind, they're going to have to find a way to propagate this. ~+~ Basically: Muriel tries to get the ineffable husbands to make up.

To Err is Human; To Save the World, Divine by LupusDragon (T)

Almost immediately after arriving in Heaven, Aziraphale realizes his mistake and returns to ask Crowley for forgiveness. And ask for his help in saving the world all over again.

And the one you mentioned...

Revelations by TheBobblehat (T)

Muriel has officially been designated the keeper of Aziraphale's bookshop. While running it, they find what the humans call a Die-Airy, and uses it to log in their days on Earth, and everything they see while in the heart of London. Including a potential reunion between the shop's former keeper and his closest companion.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #fix-it #mod d

[livingintheupsidedown]

Colourblind

Steve Harrington x Reader.

[1.5k] - You can't decide if you should tell Steve how you feel or not, he makes that decision for you.

Warnings - mentions of trauma, the events of season 4, the beginning of a panic attack.

A/N - the lyrics used are from a song called "colourblind by ed sheeran" it's a beautiful song i highly recommend listening to it. this is also dedicated to my beautiful friend @dukesmebby because i love her <33

Kaleidoscope love

Yeah, that is you and me

Forever changing

We make life interesting.

The gentle swish of the wind from outside your window was all you could hear, the only sound to reach your ears, although it wasn’t the thing keeping you awake. Your clock read 2:18 but your mind wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop playing the events from the nights before. Wouldn’t stop the screams, the cries, the heartache. You had thought you wanted to be alone, but right now you couldn’t think of anything worse. You needed someone to ground you, to remind you it was all over, for now at least. 

You thought of Eddie, an unlikely friend that you’d bonded with quicker than expected. How his body was just left in a dimension no one planned to ever enter again. How if there was a small chance he was alive he would be stuck. How if he was stuck he’d be scared, petrified even, looking for a way home. How he’d be alone, deserted and abandoned by the people he thought were his friends. 

You thought of Max in the hospital, unconscious, broken bones, potentially blind for the rest of her life. How scared she must have been, 14 years old fighting a monster that should only be in fantasy games. How she has her whole life ahead of her and now it’ll be a completely different future than she had planned. How unfair that is for someone so young.

You thought of all the things you should’ve done. You should’ve been there for Eddie, been there for Max. You should’ve got to Vecna sooner so that maybe, just maybe, everyone would still be okay. You should’ve been there for the kids. You should’ve told Steve how you feel. 

You should’ve told him the 3 am drives and late nights meant everything to you, that they were the things that kept you going through the chaos, that he was what you were holding onto. He was the one person who seemed to be the calm when you needed it most, who would lead you to the eye of the storm where it was peaceful even if only for a moment. Steve was your person, you just didn’t know if you were his. 

Some days we're red and some days we both think green

But I like the nights when we leave the canvas free …

You take the dark away and that's no easy feat.

The clock now flashed 3:48 and you’d made your way downstairs. The water bubbled and the toaster hummed as you tried to distract yourself. The gentle noise was welcomed to help slow the thumpthumpthump of your heart, beating far too quickly for the late hour. Your hand hovered over the phone, head fighting with your heart begging the other to surrender. Ultimately, it was your heart that won, your fingers dialled a number known off by heart.

Your hands shook, this is so stupid, you thought. Were you really about to disturb your best friend in the middle of the night because you’re having trouble sleeping? This is ridiculous. This is SO stupid, he doesn’t care, he-

“Hello?” his voice came out as a grumble, clearly awoken from sleep you were unaware he’d only just fallen into. Your breaths quickened, panic now filling your senses, you were such a bad friend why would you wake him up when he was trying to sleep? 

Your name was whispered to you, drawing you back in, “Is that you sweetheart?” a gentle pull back to reality that you ended up clinging to. Even his voice was enough to keep you present. 

“Yeah,” a whisper back, “yeah it’s me, Stevie.”

“Are you okay?”

“I just um, I couldn’t sleep,” a shaky sigh left your lungs, lips dry as you tried to speak again, “My head was- my mind won’t shut off.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“No no I didn’t want to disturb you I just-”

Your name came out firm, enough to silence the start of your rambling. “Do you need me?”

A beat passed, then...

“Please.”

I keep falling deeper in dark blue

Brighter than white

Rainbows exploding,

But I can't see nothing,

Except you and your eyes.

His engine roared against the silence of the night, your tea was long forgotten, and toast turned stale at your lack of touch. You sat on the floor in the main hallway, phone on the wall above you in case it rang. The thought of one of your friends on the other end needing your help sat deep in your stomach, unable to will yourself to ever be too far from a phone. 

The toll of light footsteps greeted your ears, a familiar sound. One others might find ominous, but you welcomed it, you knew his pattern by now and the sound actually brought you comfort, to know he was up and walking, that he was okay. 

You didn’t bother moving when the sound of his keys rattled against the door. Using the spare that you gave him, you all exchanged keys after the past couple of weeks, a “just-in-case” protocol according to Dustin. The door opened, the glow from the porch light flowed in along with his tall frame. His eyes were wide, panicked, searching. When they found you they softened, along with the muscles in his shoulders you noticed. 

“Hey sweetheart, what’re you doing down there?” his voice came out sweet, like honey was dripping from his tongue. 

“I don’t know..hiding?”

“From what?”

You shrugged, you weren’t sure really, it just seemed safer when you could curl in on yourself, hug your knees to your chest and try to shut out the world, although often you were unsuccessful. 

“Let’s go back to bed hm?” he bent down, arm circling your shoulders as he pulled you towards him, “it’s late, let’s try and get some sleep.”

He led you to your bedroom, manoeuvering through your house as if it was his own, and in a weird way, it was. You and Steve spent more time together in the safety of your own home than you spent outside, a familiar environment, a place where you didn’t have to be so alert all the time, where you could loosen up and act like normal people again.

He pulled the covers of your bed back and motioned for you to climb inside as he shed his shirt, muscles flexing and relaxing, almost mesmerizing. You shook your head from your own thoughts and did as you were told, now was not the time to become even more flustered for god’s sake. He crawled in beside you, laying on his back with one arm behind his head as you rested yours upon his chest, arm coming up to trace patterns on his skin.  

Your breaths synced up, a steady rhythm of up and down, grounding you to reality instead of the world inside your head. “Steve?” you whispered to break the silence, “do you ever think you should’ve done more?”

His chest froze in place for a second, his thoughts in tandem with his body, “More how sweetheart?”

“I don’t know just more?” your voice grew heavy, the threat of water starting to spill from your eyes, “like there were things you should’ve done but didn’t and now you’re not sure if it’s too late.”

He sighed, breath fanning over the top of your head, “I mean yeah, they’re definitely things I thought about doing, about saying, that I just never got round to,” his fingers trailed up and down your arm, a comforting touch, “guess I just didn’t want it to seem like it was in the moment you know? That I was saying it because I had to.”

His hand came round your face, fingers resting under your chin as he tilted it towards him. You caught his eyes, pupils blown wide enough that the brown became difficult to see but you would never miss it, his eyes yet another safe space you could allow yourself to fall into. 

“Because I wouldn’t do that,” he closed his eyes for just a moment, a second, enough for him to gain composure again, “I could never-  I would never, say it if I didn’t mean it. I promise you that.”

His eyes locked onto yours, flickering between them both, undecided in which one was more beautiful, only breaking briefly to peer down at your lips, a moment you didn’t miss.

“I promise you okay?” he spoke out into the air between you both, “everything I tell you is true, the moment just has to be right, I have to do it right.” 

A soft smile rose to your lips, his double meaning lighting a fire in your stomach, your breathing pausing as your fought to gain control, “then wait.”

“What?”

“Then wait Steve,” you spoke, “wait for the moment to be right.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “yeah I will.”

Maybe we'll just paint the night colourblind.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic

[redvalleypod]

We had a review recently that while largely very positive (thank you!) did point out that our sporadic release schedule can make it hard to keep up with the plot. I think that’s a fair point, and ahead of season 3 probably worthy of a post.

Red Valley takes AGES to make. We’re a small crew who make the show in our free time. We all work wildly different hours, from 9 to 5 to evenings to touring to whole other time zones. If one of us has to step away for any reason, there’s no one to fill in. The show waits.

I thought season 3 would be faster. We’ve had practice, right?!Turns out life doesn’t care! Family & work & everything else continue to make production a challenge. Our director lives overseas right now, I have a toddler. Getting us all in a room is basically impossible.

So what did we do? We made Season 3 twice the size of our previous seasons & made it as ambitious as possible 😂 We are thrilled with where the show is going and can’t wait for you to hear it. But of course, we do have to wait.

Season 3 is split into 3 parts, with 5 episodes each (oh yeah, should’ve mentioned that - it’s 15 episodes now, not the original planned 13 😏). Part 1 is on its way - we’ve heard a dialogue edit and we love it. We’ll put out release dates the moment we know them.

Part 2 and Part 3 will follow, but there will be significant gaps in between. We can’t say how long cos we don’t know. So - the good news is that Red Valley won’t be over for a good while yet. Depending on your point of view, perhaps that’s the bad news too 😂.

We know what’s it’s like to wait for something. And for some of you, you’re invested in more ways than one, having contributed to the crowdfund that made this work possible. I apologise if that’s ever a source of frustration for anyone.

At the end of the day, we’re hobbyist creators trying to make a professional production. Time is the compromise we’ve chosen to make the show sound as good as possible. I’m convinced that’s the right call, & I hope you’ll agree when you hear it.

In the meantime we’ll keep working on ways to ease the wait - Previously On’s ahead of new episodes, leaving the door open for potential miniseries or other events, and of course keeping you up to date as often as we can.

Red Valley has grown bigger than we’d ever dreamed it would, & the support we’ve had has been truly overwhelming. It will be worth the wait. Season 3’s gonna make you eat your teeth ❤️

[theteasetwrites]

The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon | S1E1 Thoughts

Okay I am gonna list all my positive and negative thoughts regarding each episode (I know no one asked but I feel like this is the only thing I am somewhat “qualified” to talk about ad nauseam on here).

⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️ do not read below the cut unless you’re okay with spoilers

Positive Thoughts

Norman’s acting is so good like?? Listen we all know he’s not Laurence Olivier and he doesn’t claim to be but goddamnit he nails the subtleties of Daryl’s expressions and conveys his emotions really well I think! I’m very impressed

Daryl hot

Obviously the cinematography, setting, and aesthetics are really cool. It’s both gritty but pretty!! I love the gothic architecture and how OLD everything looks, which is only exacerbated by the apocalyptic feel

Everyone in the cast is so good in terms of acting (well, I mean… Laurent is certainly there but he’s a child so we’ll be lenient)

Daryl hot

The walkers are great as usual. I love the burners. Really interesting! I’m kind of wondering if the “experiments” the people on the ship refer to relate to the burners? Maybe they’re making them like that idk.

I love the religious imagery. We have had cults and stuff in TWDU before but I don’t think we’ve had this Catholic vibe going on. I’m a sucker for anything nun related because I have a weird infatuation with them, so I’m all for it.

DARYL BATHTUB SCENE??? They put that in for the girls and the gays and we are LIVING for it

Daryl hot

Daryl is so reminiscent of early seasons TWD era with his witty lines and snark remarks. I feel like we don’t get to see this side of Daryl very often anymore, but now that he has his own show and is THE main character, we get to see those sides that have been neglected again. I also love how much he sort of scoffs at the nuns and their religion. Atheist Daryl we love to see it

It’s cool seeing people in France dealing with the same things our characters have dealt with since the beginning. It’s interesting to see these new parts of the world in this universe for sure

Daryl hot

I honestly just love thinking about how when Daryl gets home he is gonna have such a crazy ass story to tell everyone! It’s gonna be so cute to see him telling all the kids about how heroic he is and ugh yessss

Daryl deserves his own show. He deserves to be THE main character. People who said he can’t lead a show? Nah. Reconsider

I also love that Daryl MIGHT potentially save the world. Cool asf. And if anyone from the original series should save the world, I think it’s him.

Daryl hot

Negative Thoughts:

Okay. I have some very petty/subjective critiques. I realize a lot of you guys probably disagree with me but that’s okay! Don’t read my negative thoughts if you aren’t prepared to be annoyed with me lol. Once again, a lot of these are super petty/nitpicky

First thing that bothers me is that Daryl says he is from the Commonwealth. No. He is from Alexandria, thank you very much. Well, at least he should be. He should’ve been living at Alexandria imo but the finale didn’t really make it explicitly clear where he was living in that year time jump. Basically I just hate the Commonwealth because I have zero attachment to it and it’s just a stupid ass place that I wanna forget about

Daryl seeing Carol in his haze 🙄 … just annoys me solely because Carol annoys me. They could’ve just shown Judith because that would’ve made more sense to me. But don’t get me started, I don’t even want Carol in season 2. Anyway.

Laurent isn’t terrible but he’s kind of annoying in that “I’m so smart I know everything” way. Just very annoying smart kid at school who everyone hated vibes. Plus I just don’t think it’s realistic that he would be THAT smart just from being raised in a convent of nuns

I also fail to understand what they’re doing with Laurent. Is he just some kid that the nuns think is the messiah or is he ACTUALLY the messiah? Like are they gonna throw in a whole other supernatural religious element? Because Laurent conveniently knows Judith’s line from the finale “you deserve a happy ending too.” Right down to the letter. I find it cheesy as hell because I’m so tired of these blatant in your face parallels that are trying to be clever, which always involve children too like we get it children are basically the duck tape of TWDU. Don’t know what to do for this plot? Throw some kids in there!

Neither Positive nor Negative Thoughts:

I don’t trust the nuns. I think they’re gonna use Daryl to get what they want and they don’t really care about getting him home. Worse, I think it could be possible that Isabelle won’t let him get home. She already tried to keep him from using the radio. I’m not saying I hate her character or anything (I actually like her so far… as long as she stays friendly and not… overly friendly), I just think she’s way too invested in this “messiah” stuff to actually care about Daryl so I fear she will take advantage of him. We shall see.

Ok, those are pretty much all of my thoughts!

#twd: daryl dixon #the walking dead: daryl dixon #the walking dead

[natsuki208]

I LOVE Eremika! But it does have its flaws.

I may not be the only Eremika shipper who still sees the slight problems about either their relationship or story around them in general, but I’m going to talk about it anyway.

(Warning! Slight spoilers for my friend)

There are two main problems people have with this ship - Eren barely showing signs that he loves Mikasa romantically and Mikasa’s love for Eren coming off as obsessive.

Yes, Eren may have shown less interest in Mikasa in the beginning but hey, he was still only a teen focussing heavily on his goals. At least starting in season 2, he stopped yelling at her whenever she tried to care for him, that’s a start. I’ll agree there should’ve been more signals that he grew some feelings for her overtime; especially before all the season 4 crap or maybe not go down that ‘evil’ path at all if you ask me.

As for Mikasa, *sigh* she had so much more potential to be MORE than just her love for Eren. Like, she’s already shown to be strong next to Levi, and some extra interactions with the other characters would’ve been nice as well (a lot of them were cut from the manga for the anime). I’d tone her obsession down a bit and maybe give her an actual goal in her life other than protect Eren, but still have those moments where she chats to him about their said futures.

One more thing: I think the biggest flaw that sets a lot of people off was they were first introduced living in the same house. This gave off that they were siblings at first, and that leaves a weird taste in my mouth if that makes sense. Why didn’t they just gradually reveal in the first episode that she’s not related to the Jaeger’s, like saying her last name or bringing up what happened that night at the cabin. Anything to make it more clear for the audience.

After all that, why do I still ship them? That’s the keyword: potential. Plus the brief moments they did had together before S4 really tug at my heartstrings, if only we could’ve seen that more along with a more believable transition of their romantic feelings for one another (mainly on Eren’s part). I love them a lot, but it’s wrong to ignore the flaws with their story and I’ll never tire of saying they deserved soo much better than what their story gave. 🗝🧣

(hopefully we can agree that S4 ruined them)

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #eremika #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #improving #rewrite #mini rant

[total-drama-shark]

First impressions on every contestant!

Warning this gets long.

Millie

Was really interested on the possibility of a nerdy character from her introduction, but I feel like my biggest gripe with her is the whole “my generation” thing, it just feels slightly mean spirited and not realistic for a personality trait. Teens generally don’t like being told that their generation sucks or that they’re all dumb or have their use of technology criticized. The ones that do dislike their generation are those either trying to receive approval from older people or “I was born in the wrong generation” type kids. She’s just, unrelatable.

Axel

Her voice is higher than I expected, I like the survival theme and was surprised we got another zombie conspiracy nut in the cast (so happy we got a Shawn cameo/reference as well!) she really is like a mix of Jo and Eva with a sprinkle of Shawn and I wish we got to see more of her!

Priya

Super interesting to see a contestant raised by TD fans, and her intro was amazing! Baby and toddler Priya! Owen reference! She is 100% going to be an interesting character. I guess there’s also a subversion of a big Desi stereotype with her, she wants to go to med school but her parents want her to enter a more unconventional and unstable field, I don’t know exactly how to feel about this, specially since I’m not desi myself.

Zee

My man!!! I love me a skater/surfer dude and the Jude vibes are impeccable!! He is so chill and just here to vibe. I’ve audibly laughed at multiple of his lines and just love him so much. I also think he’s neat amputee rep, he’s casual about it and was just born that way, but can make fun stories up about it.

Ripper

Am I disappointed by the fart and potty jokes? Yes, but besides that I actually really like his character! An annoying bully who despite his best efforts is a loser. Also if his voice doesn’t fuel the nowen child headcanons out there I don’t know what will.

Damien

A total newbie! Very opposite to Priya in this case and also super interesting character trait for him, I hope both him and Priya can function a bit to show off the POV of both old and new fans alike. He’s also very entertaining :)

Scary girl

Exactly what I expected from her and more! She is very much one dimensional compared to most the rest but I love her! I love wildcards! So excited to see her shenanigans

Bowie

Introducing yourself as the first openly gay contestant is definitely a first impression! I’ve got to say I adore his competitive and scheming nature and you can tell he’s in it to win it, he also has amazing social skills and is overall an icon. I know not everyone will be into the idea of the first openly queer contestant being very stereotypical but I’ve always thought that just as while his sexuality isn’t the center of his personality and there’s at least another queer character that isn’t as stereotypical it’s all good, and by the looks of it that will be the case. Also I know multiple gay dudes that act just as him so I have a bias.

Chase

Did not expect a stunt Youtuber type guy but I definitely should’ve seen it coming, also DRAMA?? Pre established EXES??? I am so interested in seeing how this pans out

Emma

I love her voice first of all and I did not expect her to have been part of the stunt Youtuber group, hope the ex drama isn’t all there is to her character and I really enjoy her friendship with Bowie so far!

MK

Oh I love her, we haven’t seen a character like her before and she has so much potential! A character that knows she’s underestimated and takes advantage of that? Yes please!

Caleb

Pretty much a Justin copy, I can’t really say much about him and we knew how things were going to pan out so I can only hope he’ll make if farther and get more development next season.

Wayne & Raj

Hockey dudes! They’re such jocks and can sense the “makes fun of me lightly for being unathletic but cheers for me when I finally start participating in sports” energy from them so hard, they’re fun guys and feel so much like real teen boys.

Nichelle

An actual TV star! I didn’t see that coming but I love it! Love seeing the little flashbacks to her shows and movies and seeing someone in the show be treated as an actual celebrity, she’s also as far as I’ve seen pretty smart, level headed, and humble for a TV celebrity! So interested in seeing her work!

Julia

The influencer chick! Her intro was amazing and I definitely didn’t expect her to be into healing crystals, feel like she’ll be a very interesting character and I await her interactions with Nichelle.

#total drama #total drama 2023 #tdir #total drama spoilers #td spoilers #td millie #td axel #td priya #td zee #td ripper #td damien #td scary girl #td bowie #td chase #td emma #TDI emma #td mk #td caleb #td wayne #td raj #td nichelle #td julia

[occulthours]

Can you rate some bonnie ships

Sure! This is just based on my personal preference, combining what we got in canon and the potential Bonnie stans explore in fanon.

This is pretty long so I'll put a text breaker (or whatever that's called) here. If you wanted me to go in-depth for a certain ship, feel free to ask! I apologize in advance for any misspells, grammar mistakes or errors.

1. Stefonnie and Bonkai

I have a few posts dedicated to my love of Stefonnie, but I’ll say it again, out of all of Bonnie’s ships, they had some of the best foundations based on canon alone. Same with Bonkai. There easily could’ve been a smooth transition into a relationship for both ships.

Season 5 was the perfect time to set Stefonnie up instead we got the blandness that is Ste.roline due to how similar their arcs were up to that point and how the main conflict of that season affected them two the most out of the main cast.

Anyone with eyes could see that Bonkai had a similar setup to TVDUS “dark romance” ships like DE and KC. The whole “bad boy x good girl” trope combined with the “evil guy is willing to change to earn the heart of the morally rich girl” trope was very on brand for Julie and Bonkai did it in a way that, again in my opinion, subverted from the norm. Bonnie held Kai accountable in a way that Elena and Caroline simply didn’t when it came to their highly questionable boyfriends. On top of that, I loved how Kai brought out the more vengeful side of Bonnie that had been somewhat watered down in seasons 3-5. Bonkai had one thing that was missing from all of Bonnie’s canon ships; passion. Out of all of Bonnie’s ships, canon or otherwise, Bonkai had the most electric chemistry. You can feel the emotions from Kat and Chris through the screen and they played off each other so well.

2. Klonnie

Bonnies ship with the most wasted potential. Klaus and Bonnie had everything in place to be a well-done ship. Not only did Kat and Joseph have great chemistry, but they were the biggest captains of this ship when Klaus was just getting started in TVD. They individually had the most interesting lore of all the TVDU characters and given how intertwined the Mikaelsons and the Bennetts were, should’ve interacted far more times in canon. Klaus was said to always have a witch by his side but wouldn't want to seduce Bonnie into joining his team after nearly reaching the damn near impossible feat of killing him? As a "novice" witch at that!

Additionally, Bonnie would've THRIVED in The Originals. TO was a very witch-centric show with a lot of characters I would've loved seeing Bonnie interact with. No offense to Hayley, but there's no denying that Bonnie being Hope's mother would have made more sense than what canon gave us.

3. Bonora

If Julie and Co didn’t want Bonnie to date one of their precious fan-favorite white men, fine. Bonora was there and would’ve been such a nice ship for Bonnie. Kat had been advocating for Bonnie to be bisexual for a long time to no avail instead we got Fr.eelin which, no shade, is basically shein Bonora despite Kat having great chemistry with women as well as men. If you had put Nora in Enzo's place in the later 2 seasons of the show very little would’ve changed. In fact, Bonnie’s arc would’ve significantly improved.

4. Kennett

Kennett has somewhat slipped down my ranking due to how disgusting the actor who plays Kol is, but for the ship's sake let’s just imagine Daniel Sherman was the one to start off playing Kol, okay? Okay <3

Kol was said to have a love of witches very early on in the show. The most consistent thing about his character was how he stayed connected to magic despite no longer being able to practice it himself. Bonnie was undisputedly the most powerful witch he had ever come across. Why wasn’t he more interested in her? Bonnie was the one solving everyone’s magical issues as a 17-year-old self-trained witch. Kol would’ve loved to dissect her mind, watch her do spells, and even share his own 1000 years' worth of knowledge about magic with her.

5. Tonnie

I honestly don’t have much to say about Tonnie, but I do think they could’ve been fun in the later seasons. Julie said that her shitty alternative ending for Bonnie was her ending up with Matt and having children with him, which sucks ASS by the way, and while I had the idea of Bonnie getting an even more half-baked romance than she got with Jeremy and Enzo, I would've sucked it up if it were with Tyler. Bonnie and Tyler were childhood friends and should've gotten even closer when Elena and Matt started dating considering they were their best friends. I can definitely imagine Elena trying to force Bonnie on a double date with her, Matt, and Tyler.

While Forwood is one of my favorite canon TVDU ships, Tyler and Bonnie bonding early on over their supernatural heritage would've made a lot more sense given that witches and werewolves traditionally get along significantly better than either species do with vampires.

6. Bamon

If you had asked me this in 2020/21, Bamon would've topped my list. I don't by any means hate them, but I'm admittedly not as fond of them anymore. I feel like Bamon is most serious Bonnie stans first, and/or most beloved ship. And it makes sense! Bonnie and Damon had excellent chemistry, a large amount of focus on their relationship in season 6 and onward, and a lot of romantically coded scenes despite the writers' hopes of dissuading the fans. My biggest gripe with Bamon is that, like most dynamics including Damon, Damon benefits from having Bonnie in his life significantly more than Bonnie benefits from having Damon in her life. Additionally, given how they wrote Steroline in regards to Stelena, how Bamon would play out in canon in regards to Delena sounds like a nightmare to me.

7. Bonenzo

Bonenzo is Bonnie's best canon ship but lord knows that's not saying a lot. The ship felt as if the writers took bits and pieces from Bamon and Kennett/Kolvina and said "Here, damn!" in hopes to shut Bonnie fans up. I honestly wouldn't dislike them nearly as much if they were actually endgame. Enzo's presence was merely to give Bonnie a romance, and he didn't even fulfill the means that justified his existence.

8. Beremy

He cheated on her with a ghost. Enough said.

#bonnie bennett #tvd #thinkinghours

[mindibindi]

Was it Perfect? No. Was it Joyous? Yes.

Okay, I did a bunch of shitposting yesterday but now it's time to collect some coherent thoughts on what I liked and didn't about "The Giggle", the Doctors' bi-generation and RTD's HEA.

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Donna: I would’ve liked Donna to have a little more to do in the final ep. She just worked out the arpeggio thing and followed the Doctor round trying to have earnest conversations with him. When she was sat with the Doctor and the Toymaker, I kept thinking she was gonna insert herself into the game and insist she be dealt in too. Instead, it became another case of supernatural male genius vs supernatural male genius. Maybe this is me being greedy though. Because the last ep was ALL DT and CT and the whole anniversary season has been very focused on Donna and the Doctor. They had to make room somewhere for a fabulous villain (which he was), a new Doctor (also fab) and the UNIT ensemble (fab-est of all), so I guess that meant a little less Donna.

Donna did have some great moments, including annihilating those creepy puppets (which made me lol), meeting Mel and refusing to let the Doctor die alone. I do think Donna should’ve been the one to lust after 15 (much like she did when meeting Captain Jack), but maybe this older, settled version of Donna is less thirsty. As for UNIT, no doubt she will be fired regularly but then promptly rehired because she’s so indispensable (and beloved). Best of all, I love the idea of her, Shirley, Mel and Kate going out for post-work drinks while Donna’s two husbands wait at home, tapping their watches and wondering where their ginger chatterbox has gotten to.

Male Parthenogenesis: Now, RTD knows his DW lore far better than I do and apparently there is some precedent for this. But I still say the metacrisis from ep 1 could have been used to better effect in this episode, with Donna essentially healing the Doctor with her excess regeneration energy and Rose creating the new Doctor with her share of the metacrisis/regeneration energy. Because, modern understandings of gender and deep-dive fan knowledge aside, Doctor Who pretty much revolves around the idea of male parthenogenesis, man birthing man, passing on history, tradition, power, experience and greatness. Socioculturally, asexuality is fairly unfamiliar to us, but we are all indoctrinated with patriarchal, heteronormative narratives from birth. And historically, men have expressed their fear and envy of the power and potential of women/pregnant people by attempting to steal it for themselves, control creation myths and birth male gods and monsters. All the while, they completely disavowed (even denigrated) the role women/pregnant people have played in birthing this world. Through the lens of heteronormativity, regeneration offers men and boys eternal power and godlike creativity. So yeah, I would’ve liked a grown woman/mother and a trans girl just coming into her power as a woman to get a little of that regeneration action that usually belongs to the boys (with the exception of 13). Not because women and birth parents are defined by this biological function but because the male urge to own and control birth, creation and reproduction still has very real-world impacts for girls, women, enbys and trans people.  

Bi-generation: So. The big question is: Does bi-generation diffuse the power and pathos of THE Doctor? Yes. Does it follow that this is a bad thing? No. Not necessarily, not in my mind. I am not a fan of showrunners rewriting known history for shock value or fan service, but I’m not sure this is either. I understand the argument that there is power and meaning in the idea of death and rebirth, letting go and moving on, changing and learning with experience. But for all of that to be owned and embodied by one usually male/male presenting person and played by a popular, powerful cis-het male actor is a problem embedded in this show from the get. NuWho has consistently made an effort to alleviate the inherent power imbalance built into the format, distributing the incredible power of the Doctor amongst a community of extra/ordinary human beings. Some showrunners have been able to do this better than others. That said, we’ve also had a good long stint of the Doctor being a singular, tortured genius who no one quite understands, no one can ever really equal. Whatever gifts companions and their families bring, the Doctor will always be bigger, older, wiser, eternal. But, through the magic of bi-generation, his power can be shared, his centrality dispersed, his reach limited, his experience idiosyncratic, and his knowledge discrete.

Over the years, the Doctor has accrued a lot of trauma and tragedy and suffering and longing, all by virtue of this incredible power. This burden was never been more wetly portrayed than by DT so it’s fitting that he be the one to release both the power and the burden of the sad, wet, lonely Timelord by SHARING IT, by becoming plural rather than singular. It may not feel satisfying, partially because it feels unfamiliar. The trope of the lone tortured genius is recognisable and relatable. We know it well, from so many narratives. Personally, I can’t imagine Ncuti Gatwa as a lone tortured genius. I want him to have a new joyous start. And hey, if you miss the tortured Doctor then 15 has all of time and space in which to once again start accruing trauma and tragedy. But I think it’s good, and time, for 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14 to drop their load and come down to earth. No longer a god, an avenging angel, an objective overseer, but essentially, a human being. Which is kinda what he/she/they wanted to be all along. This IS the death of one version of this show, one version of this character, but it isn’t being offered without regeneration and rebirth right there on the horizon.                   

Happily Ever After: RTD is not like other showrunners. He’s a bold and marvellous beast who isn’t afraid to change things up, especially when they’re not working or have outlived their usefulness. We’re often told that happy endings are trite, trivial, insignificant, unrealistic. Drama, tragedy, sorrow and suffering: that’s where all the weight and meaning of life lies. And look, RTD can write tragedy and pathos as well if not better than the best of them. He could have given us “Journey’s End” or “The End of Time” redux. He could have given twisted and complicated and harrowing. He chose not to. Because, unlike SO MANY SHOWRUNNERS, RTD knows when to write an ending, when to resolve tension, when to heal wounds. It’s common practice, especially in the American television industry, to just…never end, never resolve, never stop, never state, never land. To just flog a creative horse until it drops dead. (At least, this was the television I grew up with; streaming services have altered this model somewhat.)

Doctor Who is exactly the kind of intellectual property that could’ve (and could still under Disney) fall victim to the capitalistic urge for moremoremoremoremoremoremore, despite the fact that such endlessness eventually exhausts creativity and, with it, audience interest. A capitalist never wants the revenue stream to end. But a real writer, a true creator is bold enough to know where to place a well-timed full-stop. In my opinion, RTD read the room and wrote an ending. An ending that the show and the world needed. An ending that shared power. An ending that celebrated ordinary humanity. An ending that healed trauma and prioritised love. An ending that still allows for new life, new potential, new discoveries, new structures, new understandings, and new joy. All of that is totally on-brand for RTD. Those themes of multiplicity, humanity, healing, love and possibility pervade the 60th anniversary specials from beginning to end. They were built into the fabric of each episode. And they’re also the very essence of Doctor Who.     

#dr who #dw #dw specials #dw spoilers #dw 60th #doctor who #doctor who 60th anniversary #the giggle #donna noble #rose noble #the celestial toymaker #the doctor #the 14th doctor #the 15th doctor #the doctor x donna #14 x donna #david tennant #catherine tate #tennant x tate #ncuti gatwa #rtd #russell t davies #nuwho

[real-total-drama-takes]

Hot take I liked All-Stars

obviously it could’ve been WAY better but it wasn’t that bad? To me personally. I do have my complaints though

But I honestly loved the idea of both casts coming together for one season and then like having a heros vs villains like

But half the characters were so ooc and most of them were like, dumbed down?? (Especially Zoey)

Like how did it not click in her brain sooner that Mike could’ve been Mal most of the time. I mean DUNCAN EVEN TOLD HER and she didn’t realize till the last few episodes. Like yeah , it might throw you off that he still seems nice but if you opened your eyes a bit more you would be able to see that he keeps sabotaging challenges (and Mike wouldn’t do that, so that means he’s not Mike)

Speaking of Mal, I like him as a concept. I like the idea of Mike having this really tough villainy side to him like idk I like it. But how Mal was written/executed was so bad

My man went to JUVIE I should be able to take him seriously but I didn’t a single time. He was funny to me I LAUGHED AT HIM

Unless Mike did something horrible on accident and got sent to Juvie and Mal was created to help him during this time, I’m gonna assume that he was made before that, and Mal did something bad. He should’ve done something actually threatening to the cast and challenges. Like what all he did was break some stuff and sabotaged challenges. Anyone could’ve done that. I’m pretty sure others have done worse.

Now moving onto Duncan, he tried WAY to hard to be bad. Like, ik you don’t like being seen as softie goody two shoes but like, Cmon man

Do y’all remember when he went and found DJ a new bunny because the other one got eaten or something. Duncan was nice!! He did it because he cared! It didn’t happen on accident! He didn’t want everyone to know that though and that’s okay dude, but I feel like just being nice on accident and then getting upset was really stupid. It just wasn’t Duncan

Though S1 Duncan would definitely blow up Chris’s cottage/Mansion

I do like the idea of Duncan and Mal meeting in juvie though eheh

Okay now scottney! It was cute! It should’ve lasted longer than one episode. Like I’m not sure s1 Courtney would let Cameron kissing her slide. There was potential in scottney and I would’ve loved to see more of it (and this is coming from a Duncney shipper)

Alejandro walking on his hands was silly but it didn’t bother me

And the Gwen and Courtney friendship was nice! Wish it wasn’t ruined by some stupid chart. I’m not sure if s1 Courtney would do that or not but I feel like it came up randomly and then it destroyed all her relationships in 5 seconds

Also apparently Courtney was supposed to be in the finale? Uh yes I would’ve liked to see that

Uhm yeah but I liked the gen 1 and gen 2 characters interacting

But yeah this is all I have to say for now

If you read all this ily <3

I needed to voice my opinions bc my little sister just finished all stars and when I said “I liked it but it could’ve been better” she got confused and didn’t understand me 😭

#tdas

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Seeds of Doubt

Masterlist

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, marital discord/neglect, cheating, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your marriage forges on despite some uncertainties.(Regency AU)

Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne

Note: You can imagine any Bruce you want. I hate Affleck so I went for Christian Bale in my head but to each their own. I pictured Cavill because uhhhh yes, but hey if you wanna go with Brandon Routh that’s chill af, or Tom Welling.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.&lt;3

Love you all like Humpty Dumpty love falling off walls. Take care. 💖

Your boots crunch into the snow as Bruce keeps a firm grip on your hand, helping you down from the height of the sleigh. The horses in their crested jackets kick at the glistening carpet and snort clouds into the frigid air. Your steps sink deep as the chill nips at your heavy wool stockings and you cling to your husband to keep afoot.

"What are we doing all the way out here?" You ask as he uses his free hand to fix your cape around your skirts, pulling the fur-trimmed layer snug against the chilly air.

"Perhaps I should've found sense earlier in the summer," he releases you reluctantly as he slips past you to reach back into the sleigh, "that I never did show you my favourite parts of our estate."

Our. Those early years, it was always 'my', a reminder of your intrusion upon his solitary. But now, there are two of you, husband and wife. 

"Oh but I've wandered," you assure him.

"Not enough," he takes out a fabric sack, heavy as its contents give a thick clink. "Come," he turns and offers his arm, his other hand gripping the mystery shrouded in fleece-lined leather.

You let him guide you beneath the barren branches wrapped in thin layers of ice that sparkle like crystal. The long arms of timber form an archway over you as the ground lifts slightly with each step. Over the rise of snow and earth, a shining expanse of ice greets you, a thick sheet frozen over the once placid pond. Bruce is correct, you never ventured this far.

"Oh, you do keep many secrets," you muse as he leads you on cautiously, checking often and keeping his grasp steady so that you do not slip.

"When I was a boy, this was my favourite place to come after… I became lord," he says somberly as he approaches the oaken bench, sheathed in a layer of powder and frosts, "no matter the season, it is always a comfort."

You give a bittersweet smile and hum of acknowledgement. It was often whispered that Wayne's parents died terribly early in his life and suggested that this might be the reason for his staunch character. You considered it yourself and often thought on how that dagger could never be plucked from his chest. It may be the reason his anger was so fervent for Lord Kent, more so, why he was a distant husband so early in your marriage. Yet, you could not help but think it may have been yourself as well.

"Sit," he bids as he lets you go and sweeps away snow on the bench.

"Why are we here, sir?"

"Blossom," he warns, girding you against your incessant curiosity, "might I have withhold a secret long enough to delight you?"

"Apologies," you say guiltily and lower yourself onto the bench, your hips aching with the temperature, "I am only excited to know."

"And it is much endearing," he smiles up at you and settles his hand on your skirt, squeezing your knee through the fabric, "the way your eyes shine is almost as intoxicating as when I am entwined with you."

"Husband," you touch your hot cheeks with you gloves coyly.

"Perhaps in the sleigh, upon our return, I might warm you well," his hand travels down the length of your skirt as he bends to look you in the face. He plays with the frozen hem between the tails of your cloak, "we will ride slow and you might sit astride me…"

"Why, my lord husband, you do grow insatiable," you trill as heat spatters up your legs and gathers in your core, "we might catch cold–"

"I am sick for the feel of you, my wife," he grips your ankle and smirks, "that I do suffer every moment you are not around me."

You giggle, sweating beneath your fur cap, "you delay and I am anxious to unveil your surprise."

"You detract and spurn my desires," he reproaches as he draws his hand away, "but do not think you will not atone for such an aloof act for I know you long for me as I do you. I see how it hazes in your eyes, my vixen."

You give another laugh and clap your gloves together, "I want to know, husband!"

He sighs and reaches for the bag, tugging open the gathered top to reveal his plot. Curved wooden frames affixed with rails of iron, curling at the end, as leather straps crisscross the structure. The skates will glide easily across the lake once upon your feet though you haven't faith that you can stay upright upon them.

"My lord, I have never… I cannot skate," you declare.

"I will be here," he takes a skate and kneels, pulling your foot from beneath your dress, "you can hold onto me and I will keep you safe, as I've sworn to you."

Your lips curve tautly, his words reminding you of those before. His angry vows against Lord Kent. Your deceit that can never be cleansed. That Bruce must now live with that knowing and ever be vigilant of your straying.

You blow it away with a foggy shudder as he takes your foot and lines up the first skate. You let him buckle the straps around your boots, his hand lingering on your calf as his dark eyes glimmer with temptation. Why that very morning you could hardly free yourself of his bed for his persistent embrace.

He gets the second in place and stands, propping a foot on the edge of the bench as he works at strapping up his own boots. He works diligently through the thick hide of his gloves. Like everything, he has a quiet stoic determination. And as ever, he often makes you feel foolish by comparison.

He plants his feet and once more gives his hand for you to take. He helps you up and you wobble, uncertain. He turns you with an amused snort and coaxes you towards the lake, "trust me, dear, I will not let you fall."

"It is not you I lack in faith in but myself," you quip.

He tuts as you near the edge of the lake. He takes a brave step onto the gleaming surface and turns to face you, offering his other hand. You latch on gratefully as your legs wobble. You push your foot onto the ice and drag your other behind you reluctantly.

He effortlessly glides backward, urging you further onto the ice, and you squeal as you look down treacherously at the dark sheet. You stumble but he keeps his hold on you.

"Don't look down," he chides, "look at me."

You lift your chin and meet his deep brown eyes. Your heart leaps. You wouldn't have known before how his irises stirred like hot cocoa. 

"I have you, blossom," he assures and detaches a single hand, turning to stand arm to arm with you, keeping your hand locked in his, thumb pressing against your knuckle to soothe you.

You allow him to move you, girding his direction to move your feet below and push yourself ahead. You are clumsy but do not fall, growing more attune to the skates. He patiently keeps pace and guides you in a curve around the border of the water.

As you gain speed upon the grand arc, he lets go of you and find yourself ahead of him, unassisted. You cry out in fear.

"Keep your feet in motion," he says from behind, "you are doing well, dear."

"Oh, Bruce," you exclaim over your shoulder, "I will fall!"

"You are not falling, you are skating," he clucks, "now do not be grim, it is not of you."

"How do I turn?" You whimper as you near the edge, "Bruceeee."

"Lean into it, you will not slip"

You listen and veer before you can touch the snow. You throw your arms out to catch your balance and smile proudly as you scratch to a halt. You face him across the ice and he tilts his head. 

"See, blossom," he waves you towards him, "come, you are doing well."

"I cannot believe," you push yourself ahead, making slowly progress to him, "that I am still–"

The sharp crack rips through the snowy din and you stop in place. Bruce's eyes round and he races forward as he calls to you, "get down to your stom–"

Suddenly, you drop as the ice breaks around you, soaking your skirts as you plunge into the frigid water. You can't scream as you swallow up the foam and reach up to try to save yourself. You kick your legs against the heavy layers of your skirt and click. Your muscles ache with the effort, the fabric drawing you deeper.

You feel the weight over you, pooling your chest as you choke on the depths. You can only see a grey light through the ripple of the water as you thrash desperately, the promise of your fate pulling you further into the dark.

You feel a grip on your arm, then something snakes over your waist and you're kicked upwards. Several violent pushes get your head above water and you feel a puff of hit breath over your barren hair, your fur cap lost to the pond. Bruce clings to you and uses and arm to latch onto the sharp edge of the ice.

He moves you closer as your choke and hack. He's frantic as he sets your gloves against the ice.

"Grab on and stay flat," he snarls and dips back beneath the surface.

You feel him beneath you. He struggles to get you up, fighting with the water for leverage. You grasp at the slippery surface as he gets your chest over the top. You wriggle and try to drag yourself across it, making slow progress as you writhe like a worm. As your knees meet the ice, you hear a splash and another heave.

"Keep going, I'll be behind you," he pants and squeezes your boot, "stay flat," he repeats.

You use your elbows and fight against your skirts, weighed down by the excessive layers. You sense him behind you, crawling onto the ice but keeping away from you. He moves faster, easier, as you can barely find the strength to do more than squirm. He comes around and grabs your wrist, pulling you towards the bank.

He moves deliberately and slowly as you cough and chatter. You spit up more water from your fiery lung as you let him drag you. Your shivering grows violent as he finally gets to solid ground. He stands and strains to lift you in your cloak and dress sodden with pond water.

"Fuck," the curse slips from his lips, his own body rigid with the cold as he pivots and moves stiffly over the snow. "I'm so sorry..."

His words drift away as you lean against his chest and shake, overcome with the icy chill seeping to your bones. He slips and slides in his skates, barely keeping from tumbling as they cake with snow and make the way more perilous. He reaches the sleigh, sliding into it and steadying himself as you feel his panic cresting.

He leans you in the dip of the sleigh wall and unpins your cloak, stripping it away as you fall back limp and trembling. He climbs up over you and pulls you further into the vehicle. He covers you with the quilt nestled on the seat but it is hardly enough to shield you from the cold. 

He puts you up on the seat with him, pulling you up to sit and shake against him. Your body drains of every ounce of will as the cold consumes. He hugs you with one arm, the tip of his nose red and dripping. He grabs the reins and snaps them, hollering to the horses.

The sleigh lurches and you hit the back of the seat with him. He steers with one hand, stretching out his arm this way and that as he guides the horses forward and turns along the path back toward the manor. Your lashes dip and cling together as the begin to freeze.

You turn your face down into his wet jacket and your hand slips down his stomach. He mutters, his words urgent but gibberish to your ears. You jolt and suddenly, you're lifted again. Bruce slings you over his shoulder as he hops down onto the ground, staggering and spinning on his heels.

You bounce blindly over his shoulder as the world tilts this way and that. You hear the doors and his blustery bellow echoing across the foyer. The warmth within the airy manor is enough to make you shiver anew. His steps jostle you further and you hear the soft tone of his butler.

"She fell in, oh god smite me, she feel in," his voice cuts through the vague sheen of your quaking, "the fire, the fire, please, Alfred!"

He's almost shrieking as he carries you into the front room with the great hearth. He slips you from his shoulder and lowers you onto the rug as his hands shakily work at untying your belt. He strips it away and it flies across the floor as you bite your tongue and close your eyes.

He tugs at you harder as he struggles to free you from your dress and all the layers beneath, stripping them away as the clack of logs brings a strong scent of smoke. He shimmies down your dress and peels away your gloves and stockings after your shift. The layers of your underclothes brush over your skin as his voice continues to drone in horror.

"Master Wayne," the gentle groom draws your lashes apart with his calm tone, "we will warm her, never fear, but you must not be so panicked."

"Alfred, please, you don't understand!" Bruce rips away the last piece of your underclothes and quickly battle with his own wet jacket. The butler moves to find a blanket and covers you with a fluffy skin, "she is with child, Alfred!" Bruce stands as he drops his jacket, "I was so foolish as to take her out on the ice and I knew, I knew. And now..."

"Master Wayne," Alfred approaches him and pats his chest before catching his hands, "you should be as concerned for yourself." The older man unties the drooping scarf at his lord's throat, "you are soaked to the bone. If you catch cold, what then?"

Bruce gives a long look and you turn to look at the fire, the flame bleary in your vision as your body quivers. The swirling fingers of heat look so warm and yet you cannot feel them. The noise of wet fabric piling on the floor comes from behind you and the words finally break through your misty mind.

'She's with child'.... You bring your hand down to your stomach and feel the fullness there, your denial twisting in your chest, you knew too but you didn't want to say. How could he know? Why would he not tell you he did?

"Bruce," you gurgle, "Bruce..." 

You sense the movement behind you and the blanket raises, letting in a draft before it's smothered by the warmth of his body. He presses himself to your back and turns you as he slips his arms beneath you. He brings you snugly to his front, a strong embrace trapping you in his heat. You sigh at the relief of his flesh.

"Bruce..." you quaver as you stretch your shaky arms around his naked torso, "... the child... how..."

"Of course I know, blossom," he speaks into your hairline and kisses your forehead, "did you?"

You turn your head down and nuzzle the round muscle along his shoulder. Your tears are hot and salty as they fall. You nod, the only answer your can muster.

"Oh, do be happy as I am," he purrs as he pets your head, rubbing your back as he hook his leg around yours, filling the blanket with his heat, "I could never be more joyous, so be happy and rest... and let me warm you."

You sniffle and curl your fingers into the lean lines of his back. You cannot help but weep, from the fear of the plunge, and what lays ahead? What should you do if the child does not take after him? What should you do should you look into the eyes of your child and see Lord Kent?

💗

You still, only shivering now and again as another trickle of ice flows into your veins. You remain as you have been, before the fire, surrounded with nearly every cushion in the manor and draped in almost as many blankets. The fire burns hotly, tended frequently by the servants, as you bask in its glow. You don't mind it there but alone, it feels rather empty.

As if beckoned by your thought, Bruce comes to you, a tray of tea balanced in his hands. It is unlike him to act as servant but he lowers himself to his knees and presents his offerings. A pot painted with scenes of the Yule and two matching cups on saucers, a silver milk pot and a dish for the sugar. There is also a heaping plate of shortbreads.

He lays down a book as he settles beside you on the eider laid beneath you. He crosses his legs as he takes the teapot and fills the cups, "to warm you, my dear wife."

"You could've asked Ester--"

"I wanted to do it," he insists and arches a brow as his dark eyes flick up in your direction, "I would do anything for you wife, even wrestle sweets from our own stubborn cook."

You smile as he adds milk to your tea, the usual dollop you allow yourself. That he does not add sugar surprises you. He knows your preference. You accept a cup from it and cradle it as he fixes the blanket across your lap. He does fuss at you since the day before, more than usual and in a much different manner.

"I am well, husband, do not fret," you coo, "please."

"I cannot help it," he reluctantly pulls away, his hand brushing down the shape of your leg beneath the quilts, "I was so stupid--"

"You could not know the ice would break," you argue, "truly husband, I am well and you are not to blame."

"But to think, the child..."

"The child," you sip to hide your doubt.

"Our child," he says, and angles the tray around him to move closer, "are you not happy for it?"

"Very. But for a woman, it is also scary."

"Yes, it would be," he shifts and reaches for the book, "but we must keep you fine and content. So..."

"Wordsworth, again?" You wonder at the cover, worn further by his fingers.

"You prefer something else?"

"No, I do enjoy to hear you read whatever you choose," you say, "but I wonder why it is always that?"

He opens the book and smooths the page, his lips thinning with his thoughts then slowly curving, "because it reminds me of the day in the garden. I was utterly terrified."

"You were?" You ask as his eyes evasively scatter over the text.

"Of course I was, you had every right to deny me after all I'd done and failed to do," he says, "I truly expected those flowers to be swung in my direction for I did deserve that but you are kind and I did not see it for very long. And for that, I will atone to you for the rest of my life."

"Dear," you reach to touch his sleeve, "and what of my misdeeds?"

He winces and his jaw clenches, "they are not yours." He clears his throat and finds his place.

"I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze …"

The verse calms you but cannot chase away your worries. It cannot make you forget the carriage or the way Clark touched you as only your husband should. Of how your body responded with the same fervent heat. Yet, there is some contrast. There was no fear with Bruce, no pain.

Bruce quiets and it draws you back to the present. He holds the book open as he watches you and you shyly peer into your tea. His gaze hovers, sparking within you a flickering uncertainty.

"You're beautiful, you must know it?" He puts the book aside, "and I should be struck for not saying it every day of our union. Would that you--" he pauses and reaches to take the cup away from you and sets it away on the tray, "would give me the remonstrance I deserve," he puts your palm to his cheek, "smack me, my dear wife, as I did neglect you, and I did nearly bring to ruin the gift you would bring me."

"No, please," you try to tug away from him but he keep a hold of you, snaking his arm around your middle to pull you closer, "I could not."

"And for that, I am not worthy," he coos as his lips brush yours, "but I shall ever labour to be."

He keeps his arm around you as he kisses you, pulling back the blanket as he slips his legs beneath. He brings you down with him as he lays with you, rolling you atop him so you squeak into his mouth. His tongue delves to meet yours and he devours you, his hand slipping to squeeze your bottom.

"Husband," you part, breathless, "not here--"

"I am the master of this house," he hums as he kneads you through your nightgown, "and I shall have you where I wish within its bounds."

"Bru--"

You cannot finish as he grabs your jaw and pulls you back to his mouth. His other hand slips down your thigh and he pulls your leg down so you straddle him. You press against his chest and he pushes you back so that you rise on your knees over him.

"But, perhaps, you might be the master of me," his hand drifts down to your collar and the other rises to pluck apart the laces there, "for I am in your thrall."

You shake your head and look away bashfully. He pulls apart the laces and tugs wide the nightgown down your shoulders. He brings it low enough to bare your chest and gropes you fondly, thumbs tracing your nipples, as he rocks under your luridly.

"Pull up your skirts and take me, wife," he growls, "my vixen."

You drag your hands down the linen of his shirt, loose over a pair of pants and nothing else. He lounges since your descent and all pretense has gone. You bite your lip as you feel his firm chest and he lets out a rattling breath.

You lift yourself on your knees as you let your hand trail down to the hem of his shirt. You push your fingers below and feel along his stomach and the subtle incline to his pelvis. You pull at his breaches, unhooking the buttons one a time as you watch him twitch.

He fondles your chest as you do, hands wandering to your sides and back, as he takes you in. He lets you yank down his pants and he chuckles as you can't help but giggle. You feel ridiculous. It is usually he who has the reins.

You grab him and pull him above the open vee of his trousers. You stroke him and he gasps and groans. His teeth sink into his lip and he tweaks your nipple in retort. You purr and do it again, angling the tip against your folds. You rub yourself with him as you tease his shaft.

His throat constricts as the muscles along his shoulders and chest tighten. You inhale, a new sensation beating in your chest. You tilt your hips as you slicken him with your arousal and feel the thrumming need growing.

You push him against your entrance and slide down. He rasps into a snarl as you impale yourself with him and your head drops back in a relieved sigh. The fullness is reassuring. His hand trails down to grip your hip as you meet your limit and you press your nails into his sides.

"Husband," you raise your head and swat his hands away, gripping his thick biceps and forcing them down against the eider, "shall I take you?"

"You already have," he grits out as you peer down into his eyes, his chest rising and falling eagerly, "oh, vixen, I am yours."

You roll your hips and he groans, long and lurid, and it echoes around the great chamber. You repeat the motion, carrying it, even and slow over him as you watch him languish in the torment. It stokes some fire within you never knew, a sense of power you were unaware was lacking.

You move faster, your hips working without a thought, as you bring a hand up to frame his face and then tension that strains in his cheek. You tangle your fingers in his dark hair as he pants and puff, groaning out your name as you ride him into the eider. You keep one arm pinned as his other hand slinks up to caress your stomach and the new bit of weight there.

You grab his hand and spread it over your middle as you lean back, bucking against him you succumb to the furious need building in your core. The friction against your bud scalds down your thighs and fuels your need, until finally you feel the cool release.

You moan as you cum but do not stop. More, more, you need more. You squeeze his wrist as his hand remains at your stomach and your walls clench him hungrily. He snarls through his teeth and lifts his head only to drop it heave against the feather filled blanket below. His stomach knots visibly as his muscles tauten and brace his shoulder as you fuck him harder and harder.

"Oh, I…" he gulps and ekes out a pathetic whine as he cums, spasming as you relish in his ecstasy. "Blossom, oh, please, I am spent–"

"No, no, husband," you say breathily as you push his chest and keep him to the floor, "you wish to atone," you keep your hips rolling even as he whimpers, "I would grant you your wish."

#bruce wayne #clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #bruce wayne x reader #clark kent x reader #dark fic #dark!fic #fic #series #marriage of inconvenience #au #regency au #dc #dcu #superman #batman

[bohemian-nights]

I’m not upset about the teaser fr I had a feeling it was just gonna lack anything I wanted to see, lots of characters weren’t in the Teaser like Rhaena, Jace, Creagan and Alys. So for the trailer I’m PRAYING we see nettles because the dragon seeds are a BIG part of the story and if they only have half of the cast it makes zero sense to the plot

I love your optimism anon, but right now I’m pissed off because of the treatment so far with her character.

For me, she should’ve taken Addams place in that teaser(the fact that people thought that he was Nettles shows how that wasn’t right).

Sorry not sorry, but Netty deserves that kind of treatment.

She is the one who claimed a wild dragon who killed the most dragonseeds. She’s the one who came from nothing. She’s the one who stands out from the bunch(the only in-canon Black character, the only non-Valyrian dragonrider, and still the only female dragonseed).

She’s the one who was at Maidenpool.

The one who of all people Daemon Targaryen would die for. She survives the Dance. She becomes a fire witch. She is remembered by a group of people even in the main series. She has broader implications to the main series(you might not need to be Valyrian to claim a dragon).

She’s the one with a legacy. She’s the one who has been featured in every single version of this story even when people like Addam are barely mentioned(or not at all).

Addam doesn’t even have an official rendering/artwork unless you want to count this:

Meanwhile:

Is she a secondary character? Yes, but despite what the haters try to say, Nettles is the least irrelevant secondary character in the Dance.

Again who did GRRM want to write a novella on🙃

She isn't just a plot device. She isn't there just to ruin a ship. She has a purpose. She stands on her own.

So really if she’s cut, replaced, reduced, whatever with a race-bent Black man whose main purpose is to sacrifice himself for some crazed white woman🙃

How anyone can not see the blatant racism in this show is beyond me🤦🏽‍♀️

I don’t like what is being done, but of course, I will start cackling if she’s in the official trailer with how the deranged racists are getting giddy over her being potentially cut from this season.

They could just be saving the best as a surprise🤷🏽‍♀️

Regardless, as much as I am pissed off right now, I’m about 98% she hasn’t been cut from the show. Sheepstealer is still being shown and Addam is for sure claiming Seasmoke(which is the elephant in the room some of you morons are avoiding).

Anyway cutting a character like her would be an idiotic move(even the TV journalists agree with that). I doubt that even this show would be idiotic enough to do that.

#bnasks #bnask #nettles #anti hotd #anti hotd fandom

[motorcyclegirlfriends]

Me, waking up in a cold sweat in 2023: 

…okay but the fact that Lena immediately saw Kara as an enemy and started plotting to change the brains of everyone on Earth without our consent because Kara didn’t tell her she’s Supergirl…

…proves that Kara’s reasons for thinking she couldn’t tell her were exactly right?

Like, forget Lena’s concerning season 2 politics of “every alien should be outed without their consent because we can’t trust them,” or Kara being worried that Lena would be in danger if she knew.

By late season 4, the only reason Kara didn’t come out to Lena was that she was afraid of what it would do to Lena.

Because Lena told her what loss could do to her.

Starting in 2x18, “Ace Reporter,” after Jack died in Lena’s arms:

Lena: My mother saw her son dragged, bleeding and raving from her house. And when I got there, Lillian was tidying his room like he'd been away on a business trip. That's how I feel. Cold and calm. Until I think about Beth dying in jail, and then I feel warm for a minute Kara: You're in shock, Lena. Lena: I don't know. Loss does strange things to my family, and I've lost a lot of people. Kara: Well, you're not gonna lose me. Lena: I think when I feel things again, I'm gonna be very, very afraid… Of the person I might be. Kara: You don't have to be afraid. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Lena: Promise? Kara: I will always be your friend. And I will always protect you. I promise.

Lena tells Kara she doesn’t feel like she has an anchor to who she is, and that she’s afraid that negative events outside her control will turn her into someone she doesn’t want to be.

So Kara offers to be her anchor, and Lena accepts. 

Seems fine, right? Kara’s a reliable, dependable, and determined friend who is also very hard to kill. It’s a fair bet that she’ll always be there for Lena.

But this promise goes deeper than that: Kara becomes responsible for Lena’s feelings, and thus, in both of their minds, her actions.

In late season 3, the second reason Kara lists for not telling Lena her secret is, “If Lena ever found out that I was Supergirl, she would be devastated, and she would lump me in with every other person in her life that's betrayed her.”

(For reference, this is only 2ish years after they first met, which is about how soon she told Winn.)

“She would be devastated.” — Kara still feels directly responsible for Lena’s mental wellbeing. 

When Lena is upset that she almost lost Kara in late season 4, Kara feels bad and finally decides, in that moment, to tell Lena that she’s Supergirl.

And then Lena says…

“I don't know if I'll ever recover from it, but I know there is no way I could ever trust anyone ever again if it wasn't for your friendship and your integrity. It just… It means the world to me, Kara.”

Lena again places all the responsibility for Lena’s happiness (and potentially goodness) on Kara.

So Kara puts her glasses back on and repeats the promise… “I'm always gonna be here for you.”

Kara decided to tell Lena she’s Supergirl to protect her from emotional pain and then decided not to tell her for the same reason.

At this point, Lena’s emotional reaction and associated consequences are clearly all that are keeping Kara from doing it.

“Well she should’ve trusted that Lena wouldn’t go bad! This clearly means that she didn’t have faith in Lena and Lena was right to be pissed.”

This goes back to the idea that started this post: Lena reacted to learning Kara’s secret in a way that is entirely consistent with what Kara was afraid of and what Lena said might happen.

Sure, if Kara had told her at some specific “right” time by Lena’s judgment, Lena wouldn’t have taken it as a betrayal or a sign of mistrust.

But Kara’s behavior or opinion of Lena shouldn’t have been the only thing keeping Lena from going bad in the first place.

The fact that it was a possibility put too much pressure on their relationship.

It resulted in a dynamic where Kara had to be perfect, but Lena was not responsible for how she reacted to perceived imperfection.

It also resulted in Lena continuing to believe that she doesn’t get to decide if she’s a good person.

So, you know, not super healthy for either of them.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor